Unknown - High School Scandals

Dallas saw again how very lovely they were, how fresh and sensuous, their bare skin flawless, their nipples standing erect and hard. But before he could do more than touch them, the girls dipped their heads and began to kiss his body.

Dallas writhed as two hot mouths trailed across his chest to fasten themselves sucking upon his nipples. His fingers dug into the girls hair-the silvery blonde and the silken black hair, while they nipped and licked his tits.

Swiftly then, they were gone from those throbbing spots, drawing their wet tongues across his ribs, working ever downward, teasing and exciting him as they progressed.

Their hands were also busy, sliding and poking gently, tickling and fondling his skin, his ass cheeks, the insides of his thighs. Blythe probed his pubic hair, carefully staying away from his genitals as yet, making him crave the touch of her light fingers upon his prick, his balls. Susan Lee teased into his crotch, tapping upon his asshole, swiftly withdrawing, only to bring her fingers back again, playing in taboo country.

“Girls,” he said huskily, “oh, girls…”

They paid no attention to anything but what they were concentrating upon, his shaft. Their tongues touched, kissed, fell apart to dip into his belly button, to lick hotly across his taut skin; feeling into the upper part of his crotch.

They lifted their faces, kissed and ran their questing tongues together, and between their arms, above and below their smooth round shoulders, Dallas could see them playing with each other’s tits. Then his belly snapped tense and the cheeks of his ass drew tightly together. They were working on his rod, kissing over it, one of them at the head, the other turning her face to slip up and down the shaft itself.

Dallas gasped when Susan Lee sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She rolled it around, played her tongue over the wrinkled sack, allowed it to escape her lips, only to draw the other one between her teeth for some of the same treatment. His hands, dug into the carpet beside his taut thighs. This kid was driving him right up the wall.

Blythe wasn’t idle; her sweet lips were nuzzling his cockhead, placing tender kisses over his swollen glands. He saw the oozing of his pre-seminal fluid, the droplet of shining, sticky juice that would help his prick to slide into some tight little cunt. But the lubrication never got that chance; it was licked away by the girl’s eager tongue, lapped off the blunt Up of his cock.

He put a hand upon her back, rested his palm against the pale skin so perfectly planed. His other hand reached much farther down, discovering the rounded little ass of the Korean girl. Susan Lee hiked her ass at his touch, and his hand worked into her crotch from behind.

So lightly feathered, her steamy cleft was like a child’s, just blossoming into puberty; but Susan’s pussy was ripe and ready, the lips turned slippery and hot, swelling a little.

Dallas gasped when Blythe’s lips closed hotly over the head of his prick. The girl drew it far into her mouth, over her teeth and along the lapping tongue, drew the cockhead back until it actually bumped the satiny cup of her throat.

She let go suddenly, lifted her head,, and gave her place to Susan Lee.

The little Oriental girl licked daintily all over the pulsing end, wetting it, pushing the tip of her tongue down into the slit. Then she pulled it into her teeth and worked it tenderly, shook her head gently from side to side, making the slight pain a pleasure to undergo.

Together, the two beautiful girls worked on his shaft. They licked it and sucked it, nipped playfully at its underside, lapped wetly into his balls.

Their heads were always close together, and their hands did strange, exhilarating things to the rest of his body.

His got his finger into the hot grasping recess of Susan’s cunt, and the lips snapped hungrily closed on it. She was tight and narrow, and as he felt farther up her young snatch, Dallas discovered that she was also shallow. His big cock would easily touch bottom when he got the chance to shove it home.

He heaved against them, his back arching and his teeth clenched. They were both licking at his glands, running their hot, wet tongues over it, using them to push his cockhead from one of their mouths to the other. It was a wild, crazy feeling, and Dallas’s crotch bucked in erotic response.

They made moaning noises, lapping sounds, and their fingers stroked, fondled, caressed. His balls were loved, and his anus, and all the hairs of his pelvis, his belly and his rib cage, and the trembling muscles of his inner thighs.

Of course he couldn’t control himself any longer, and began to fuck whichever mouth was around his prick, thrusting into the wet hotness, into the velvet dampness that sucked and pulled, that drew and drank so thirstily.

“Girls-Blythe-Susan! Oh, I’m coming, kids coming!!!”

His semen thundered hissing Into one of their mouths, and his fingers clamped hard into Susan Lee’s pussy as he let go his pent-up come, as he hurled it spitting into the eager sucking throat.

His hand found Blythe’s tit and mauled it as another spurt came geysering up from his flexing, balls.

Dallas’s eyes were glazed and his breath rasping hard in his throat, but he saw what Blythe Jackson did next. Turning her mouth ever so slowly away from the pulsing head of his ejaculating prick, she spilled the leftover semen into the openly seeking mouth of the little Oriental girl, sharing the come with Susan.

Dallas shuddered from head to toe, wishing that he could keep on coming that he could give them even more.

His backbone collapsed, because they took turns sucking the last remnants of his semen from his shaft, their fingers massaging his balls, his rod, milking it ever upward into the searing little ovens of their hungry mouths. His backbone turned to jelly and ran out through the head of his prick, feeding their ravenous desires.

Sagging, Dallas dropped back, slid sideways from the support of the couch so that he lay on the floor, not in a fetal position, but bent in the middle. And still, they would not let him go; still, they moved over his supine body, making fiery trails across his skin and stirring new but slowly fanned embers deep within his groin.

His eyes moved away from the bent heads, from the kissing faces whose lips had been made creamy with his discharge, and he looked dazedly around the room. He saw Kathy Collins, saw her on hands and knees with her white gold skin gleaming with the scarlet curls of her pussy up-thrust in the rear. And seated deeply within the curly caress of that lovely little cunt was a round black prick, buried to its wiry haired balls.

Joey Nottingham was pouring the meat to Kathy, sliding that dark cock In and out of her tightly clasping pussy, and the girl was wiggling in ecstasy as she took it. Joey’s shaft wasn’t all that big, Dallas saw, but it seemed longer than average, and every time he rammed it solidly into Kathy’s wet snatch, the girl grunted.

Somehow, their fucking looked sexier, hornier, because it was black on white, and after watching them screw for a few seconds, Dallas looked over at the other couple, at the other two-toned coupling of Marty Brooke and Angel Matthews. They looked great, too-lean and lanky Marty was positioned between the black girl’s sleek legs, feeding his meaty white prick into the midnight curls of the girl’s pussy, her black velvet thighs wrapped around him.

No jealousy there, either; Dallas felt only a gladness, a thrill because his black lover was enjoying herself so much. He knew a new sense of sharing, of giving, that these extra girls had given to him. And he saw that the other male was simply sitting aside at, the moment, that Eric Fairmount was holding Angel’s hand while she lucked, that with his other hand he was slowly jacking off.