Unknown - High School Scandals

Her pussy shuddered, rippled, and turned juicer; her ass clenched in his hands, and her breath gusted sweetly into his mouth when her teeth raked across his own. Dallas dug his finger tips onto the cheeks of her modeled ass and held her in position while he took a long, burrowing thrust into her shivering pussy, and took another, lifting her half off his lap, the power of his strokes making her head bounce back and forth.

On the third lunge, he came, his cockhead swelling, pulsing in ecstasy. Then it thundered forth with a gushing torrent of semen, spitting the hot liquid into the cup of her womb. Long withheld, building pressure for weeks, his come was released in a furious geyser of rapture. Dallas flooded the tight little snatch with come, poured the thick, hot stuff into her vagina until his prick was floating in it.

The room rocked beneath his feet, and for a dizzy moment, he thought he was falling over backward in his chair. Lights flashed strobe-like behind his eyes, but he realized the room was still dark.

“Wow,” she said in his ear. “That was really a far-out fuck, teacher, I’m really glad I got to you first.”

He was melting within her, but only emotionally; his cock was hard as a flagpole. Dallas wanted to keep it embedded within the girl’s glorious little cunt, to hold it there in his released semen until he caught his breath again.

Then he would screw her some more, fuck her until all the frustrations and all the hang-ups were erased. She was adorable and life-giving; the girl was truth and beauty, and he wanted all he could get of her marvelous body.

“I-damnit, Kathy-I didn’t know anything like this was going to happen when I agreed to be chaperon for this party. But I’m glad; oh, am I glad.”

Kathy kissed his ear, darted the tip of her hot tongue into it so that he flinched, so that his cockhead drove into her cunt again. She said, “I’m so happy, Dallas. It sounds funny, calling you by your first name. I’ve called you darling inside my head for such a long time. And darling, don’t worry about the kids at this party. No fink is here, only the groovy gang, and they know exactly what you and I are doing. They helped me plan it.”

He stroked her back, felt along the graceful curving of her backbone, used his fingertips to caress the flaring of her hips and the upper hills of her buttocks. “You ambushed me?”

“Sort of. There was this teacher-student gap between us, and I felt that you’d, never cross it, or even try to, unless I did something desperate. But I just knew that if I could ever get you by the cock, you’d respond.”

“Yeah,” he said.” What the hell else could I do? I’ve been horny enough, sweating out you kids and especially you, the past few months, and when your soft hand touched my prick…”

She wiggled her ass on his pole, made her soaked and vibrant pussy do cute little tricks around him. “I told the kids you’d be the greatest. Ever since you started letting your hair grow, and that groovy moustache, I knew you were on our side, that we could really trust you.”

He brought one hand around so that he could cup her tit and feel the texture of the skin there, so he could roll the taut little nipples tenderly between his fingers. “But the principal doesn’t trust me, and I guess this proved him right.”

Across the room, somebody turned up the stereo, and the music throbbed around them, the bass rhythms reaching somehow into his shaft, into the satin clinging of her cunt walls. Dallas saw a flicker of light, and a moment later, caught the smell of tobacco smoke, or something heavier.

“Old Kingston? Pooh on him; we won’t let him hassle you. I’ve finally screwed my favorite teacher, and my friends are not about to let that old poop break us up.”

Dallas had a belated thought, one that almost weakened his hard on. “You’re on the pill, Kathy?”

“Of course,” she answered. “Everybody is man, are we going to have a ball with you. I’m so glad you don’t have a wife checking up on you, Dallas. We can keep you all to ourselves.”

She began to lift herself, steadying herself by placing small hands upon his shoulders. Her snug pussy slid nearly off his cock, only the flanged head remaining held by its suctioning wetness. He felt leftover semen ozze down his shaft, and thought that her cunt would spill over, once his prick was removed.

Kathy said, “I’m really sorry to have to leave you now. I mean, I could keep you to myself forever, just fucking away, but that would be too greedy. I’ll see how the gang feels about it, though, and if they agree, then maybe you and I can split together if we just leave them be, and go to your place…“

Reluctantly, the head of his swollen cock plopped out of her cunt. His hands trailed lingeringly over her warm ass as the girl turned from him, and Dallas blinked into the darkness.

“Kids,” Kathy called out. “Hey, kids! Hold up the screwing for a second, huh? I just made it with teacher, and we’d like to just keep fucking each other tonight, if that’s okay with the rest of you. I mean, he’s just a little bit nervous, and if I can take him home, maybe next time he’ll be in a lot better shape to ball.”

Somebody laughed. “If he can even walk, you mean.”

Then the laugher was general, and comments ran rife about Kathy’s fucking ability. Listening, Dallas couldn’t distinguish one voice from another in the blacked out room, especially with the stereo blaring. But he was recalling which of his students was here, and the list grew in his head.

“Thanks,” Kathy said, and later, kids.”

To Dallas, she said, “I’m putting on my clothes, darling. We can split in just a minute.”

She took him by the hand to lead him from the room. Twice, they bumped in writhing, interlocked bodies, but there were only grunts following them. He heard some girl hissing violently: “Put it in her cunt, man-in her cunt!”

Dallas tried to imagine what was happening there, but couldn’t get it together, knowing only that at least three of them were embroiled in that particular bit of action. The party had turned into an orgy, and he’d joined it.

His head was clearing as his cock went down, and Dallas thought that the best possible move for him to make now was to get the hell out of the building. If anything came up, he could always claim he’d eaten something that tore him up and had to go home early. He was going home now, but not sick, he was holding hands with the most alluring kid in his class, the girl he had just finished fucking. And he sure as hell meant to fuck her some more tonight.

“My car’s over there,” he said, blinking at the street light when they left the building. “Try to keep low, Kathy.”

“Sure,” she said, and ducked into the VW. “I understand, darling.”

He drove directly to the little house he rented on the edge of town, glad now that it was secluded and masked by high lilac bushes. Parking the Bug in the carport, he guided Kathy, holding her by an elbow, steering her into his bachelor pad and drawing the drapes before he switched on a light.

She looked delicious, and her eyes met his with out false shame. Back straight and her fine tits proud, Kathy Collins said, “We’ve got most of the night, teacher. My parents think I’m staying over with Blythe Jackson. You teach me English, darling, can you teach me some sex, too?”

Dallas knew damned well that he was going to try.

She was so brightly beautiful that she hurt his eyes, and Dallas didn’t see the girl as trouble, but as someone highly desirable. Just now, she wasn’t the daughter of the loudest and most influential redneck on the school board; Kathy Collins was a girl with this slim, sensuous body and the challenging breasts.