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In Kathy, he thought; she was in line for another heavy load of semen, since he had already screwed Angela. Little Kathy had only been eaten and finger-fucked.

He lifted his slippery pole and her hungry snatch gulped its shining head as if her vagina had teeth. Below, Angel was hunching her foamy cleft, and above, Kathy was surging hers up and down on his sliding prick.

Man, oh man-it was good! That grasping, slippery little cunt was gobbling his cock, and he knew he would never get it back out for another turn at the black girl’s pussy. So Dallas stepped up his strokes, poured them solidly and grindingly into Kathy’s heaving bony.

He looked down when she moaned, and saw that her mouth was opened against the other girl’s, that their pink tongues were darting together as they kissed.

The sight turned him on more than he could have ever believed possible, and he felt the swelling of his cockhead. Angel Matthews put Out a searching hand and found his balls, her fingers wrapping around the thick base of his prick as he pumped it into Kathy.

“You-you gorgeous little bitches!” he gasped. “You hot assed kids! I’m coming, Kathy! I’m going to pour all my thick semen into your tight little cunt. Ahhh!

Oh, Kathy-Kathy!”

Furiously, his come bombed out through the flexing head of his driving cock, splashing hotly against the cup of her cervix, packing the lunging, tiny pussy with the boiling lava from the volcano of his balls. She shuddered with him, her cunt biting down on his glands, her belly bucking against his hairy pelvis as the red-haired girl came only a heartbeat behind the moment of his ejaculation.

Her arms came up and circled his neck, but her face remained turned to Angel’s, and the two girls writhed sensuously as they continued to kiss. Dallas sighed as the spurts of his semen diminished, and as his embedded prick began to soften slightly. He was in a somewhat strained position, and his thighs ached, so with regret, Dallas backed his prick gently out from the hot juicy cup he had filled with his own cream.

Kathy moaned, but into the other girl’s mouth, and slowly turned so that they were lying side by side, wrapped tightly in each other’s arm’s and legs. Dallas Inched back to give them room, then stood up and moved toward his refrigerator, just a trifle weak in the knees.

By the time he drank down a cold beer and turned, the girls were moving together, feeling tits and kissing, their bellies rubbing in a slow, sexy rhythm, as if they were actually fucking. Fascinated, Dallas sat in one of his kitchen chairs and stared at them. He couldn’t help but wonder what his ex-wife would have thought, seeing the lovely kids together, thrusting that way.

Wanda would have been horrified. Always picky about sex, always having to have things just right and scheduled properly, his wife was a fanatic on cleanliness and what was deviate behavior and what was not. According to her own tight standards, of course. As Dallas watched the girls heat themselves up more, squirming together and from time to time using knees upon emits, caressing and fondling, he felt lighter within himself, easier than he had been at any time since the divorce.

His ex-wife was a prude. That simple fact was just dawning upon Dallas Bradburn, and he marveled that he hadn’t seen that before. But before Kathy Collins, and now this superbly molded Angel, his own sexual experiences had been limited and not really all that good, he admitted.

Aloud, he said, “Damn!” softly, and got up to buy himself another beer. All this time, Wanda had managed to make him feel inadequate and put down, making him guilty about his animal lusts, when the trouble between them hadn’t been his fault, but hers.

And the affair he’d been having with Selena Johnstone-that was nothing to brag about, either.

Maybe that was his fault, for not coming on stronger and just overwhelming the detachment of his fellow teacher, fellow swinger-if a word so free and easy could be used in conjunction with Selena’s clinical activities.

He sat down again, crossing his legs and sipping at the beer, finding it chili and invigorating. The girls were really pumping away at each other now, using their pelvic bones violently, fucking as well as two females could. And they were getting it on. Sweating and wiggling, their legs turned fluidly graceful, twining and sliding away. Could they actually come, doing that?

Dallas shook his head and killed his can of beer. He had never dreamed of seeing two young, nubile and highly sexed students of his like this, writhing around on his floor. Maybe he had dreamed of getting into the delicate little cunts of many of his students, but those had been fantasies, he thought; he’d seen none of them turning into reality.

Yet here was reality, and here was true swinging, with all bars down and all hang-ups cast away. He knew that he could do anything he wanted to these two girls, and that they wouldn’t put him down for what women of his own generation might think weird. Right now, nothing seemed too far out for him, or for these beautiful kids.

They were shivering and panting, banging their snatches together and biting at each other’s throats. Dallas saw Kathy stiffen out, saw her stretch her legs out as far as her feet would reach. The modeled, downy cheeks of her ass were still, clenched on some secret goodness buried deeply within her excited pussy.

Angel Matthews made two more thrusts, three, then cried out: “Oh man! Oh wow!

I’m coining again, baby-coming.”

“Me, too!” Kathy hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m coming all over myself, darling, and it’s-oohh!-it’s so wonderful!”

They fell apart then, their finely shaped bodies shining with the sweat of their exertions, with the sliding of heated skin upon heated skin. Angel’s black nipples stood high and throbbing, and liquid gleamed upon the furry hair of her emit. Kathy’s nipples were hard, too, but deep, blushing pink, and the light picked out diamond rings of oil upon the scarlet lips of her pussy. Lying side by side, holding hands like innocents, they, were a charming and exquisite picture as Dallas stared down upon them.

He was surprised to find that his prick was hard again, that it had lifted quietly while he watched the girls screw, and he wondered when they would be ready to go with him again. One more eating, he thought-he would suck Angel’s dark cunt, or Kathy’s bright one; it didn’t matter which girl got more attention from him. The other girl would suck him off.

At school, both the girls acted as if he were some barely acceptable member of the establishment, and Dallas wondered what was in the wind. Certainly, there could be nothing wrong in their relationship; last evening had been swinging for them all, and now he was beginning to think that trio was the only way to go. There were so many different things three sexy people could do with each other. Last night, they hadn’t quite done them all, but they’d come close. And there would be other nights, he reminded himself, other sultry days when they could wrap themselves up in voluptuous squirmings.

Dallas wiped the blackboard reasonably clean with a pass of the eraser, and chalked the next reading assignment for his class: Listen to the Warm. He heard the buzz of excitement before he turned to sit in his chair. Checking his own copy of the slim volume, he found his eyes wandering as he sat behind the desk.

More than ever, the girls in his class looked like little dolls, but like sentient and lascivious dolls, ready for any erotic thrill.

Sliding his eyes over their sleek legs and across their trim thighs, their various sized tits, their damply intriguing mouths, Dallas wondered how many of these kids were fucking, if they all were involved in this new sexual freedom he could only be certain of two-both his new loves.