Unknown: High School Scandals

She was the girl he had practically been forced to screw, and there was no way Dallas could be made to feel sorry for that.

Kathy stared at him for a long, intriguing moment, then dropped the purple fascination of her eyes and moved about his small apartment, looking about herself as he went to check the back window and door.

She said, “Your pad is like you, teacher darling, solid and very mannish, but groovy, too. You know, I must have been blind not to see what a guy you are, until you grew your hair and moustache. But it was kind of like you were in the uniform of the establishment, right? I mean, you were trying to look just like the rest of them. But when you turned individual and I really saw you the first time-wow!”

He moved uncertainly to his mini-bar. “I don’t know what to offer you, Kathy.

I’ve been programmed to see you as a child, and I know damned well you’re not, but I still feel funny about offering you liquor.”

She smiled over to him and lay the soft delicacy of one hand upon his arm. “A little wine, if you have any. I’ve been drinking wine for years, but I don’t need it to turn on, Dallas. Now if you had some good grass…“

“Sorry,” he said, “no grass, but here’s some Chianti.” Splashing the dark wine into a glass, he handed it to her, and felt a tremble in his fingers. “Does your dad know you do pot?”

She shook her head violently, “No way, man! And I don’t do it that often, really. It helps things swing at the parties, though.” Sipping her glass of sour wine, she made a face, crinkling her nose, pursing damp and delectable lips. “I guess I’m not used to sweet wine,” Kathy said.

Dallas poured himself a healthy slug of bourbon and downed it immediately, then helped himself to another glass which he swirled in his fingers. The jolt of alcohol warmed his belly and went to work on the threat there, loosened him almost as much as laying this delightful, girl had done. Damn, he thought; she had to be Craig Collins’ daughter, of all people. And she seemed to be everything her hard-nosed father wasn’t.

She was sweet and open; she was sexy and appealing, and she hail trapped him into being chaperon for an orgy, mostly in order to have him fuck her. And no matter that her old man was a guillotine hanging heavily aver the heads of the teachers. This gorgeous little chick could be everything a man wanted, and needed.

“Do you feel a little funny?” she asked, elfin face Intent. “I mean, should we be awkward or something? I know you’re the teacher and I’m the student, that you’re older,” the purple eyes held his, “and maybe you don’t really dig me because I’m so young.”

Dallas put down his glass and took her by the shoulders, so slim and supple, very warm to the touch, moving softly within his grasp. He said, “You’re a wonderful, adorable young woman; any man would be proud to be with you, anywhere, any time.”

“You, too?”

“Me, too.” He stroked her shoulders, her upper back, and she leaned in toward him, her small body touching his in various tingling places. “Kathy, I’ve been trying to keep my hands off you, fighting to stop watching you in class.”

She said softly, “You don’t have to fight any more.”

“No,” he agreed, and pushed down all the heavy things, all the warning signals that this was a foolish thing for him to do, that he was only complicating his life and putting his career in jeopardy. He shoved the alarms down behind his conscious mind and reached out for this shining girl.

“Wait,” she said, and stepped back so she could peel out of her mini. The dress wafted to the carpet, and her thin lace panties followed; she hadn’t been wearing a bra. Her small but marvelously sculpted tits stood up proudly, the little nipples already erectile.

It was better in the light. Now he could see all of her fantastic body; he could stare hungrily at every curve and at each enticing valley. Kathy’s skin was flawless, a creamy rose with a scattering of pale golden freckles. Her hair was thick and rich, a deep and alluring red, and the hair on her trim pussy was the same as that on her head.

Kathy was compact, sleek and graceful; her chin lifted and she thrust out her breasts. Although her body was in sweet miniature, it was all there, smooth and burnished to a high gloss. Hastily; he downed his second drink when she swayed to him, her hands out and reaching. Kathy’s fingers were hurried at his buttons, at his zipper. He helped her get his clothes off, his shaft rising to sudden attention, throbbing along its length.

They flowed together, their bodies arching avidly, her slimness crushed against his muscled thickness. She wriggled against him as their mouths met, as their tongues darted over each other thirstily. Their teeth raked gently, and her breath was his own blending and panting.

Together they sank to the floor, but when she tried to wrap her legs around him, Dallas moved her away. Kathy’s hands clutched for his rod, but he backed that from her, also. She moaned when his mouth sought her nipples, as he played the hotness of his tongue back and forth over them, pulling the entire pert tits into his mouth one at a time. His hands were busy upon the pure delight of her squirming body, and he paid homage to her breasts while caressing the rest of her flesh.

Slowly, his mouth moved away from her tits and down her rib cage, his hands found the magic softness of her thighs and slid over to her buttocks. Such a delicate shaping, what Erie little cheeks and the feathery cleft between them, Dallas fondled her ass as he licked down over her flexing belly.

Kathy clenched her teeth but groaned through them, her hands made into tiny fists that pounded the carpet beneath her heaving body. Writhing and shivering, she hiked her exquisitely haired crotch up at him as he slid down and down the sleek belly.

Dallas rubbed his cheek across that humid mound, touched the end of his tongue to the velvet inside of her thigh. She responded by reaching down and digging her fingers into his hair, by thrusting down while her crotch lifted up, and he knew that she had been eaten before. But he had no time for jealousy, because her torrid snatch was opening for him, and he went happily into it with lips and teeth and tongue, tasting her wild, silken flavors, knowing the matchless intimacy of her labia against his mouth.

“Oh yes, darling!” she murmured. “Oh yes, teacher, dear-groovy Mr.

Bradburn-Dallas, baby-oh yes, yes!”

He ate into her shuddering wetness, into the small, tight cavern that stroked against her teeth, and his exploring tongue found the button of her clitoris Kathy heaved spasmodically then, jerking her cheeks tightly together, her legs lifting so that she could cross them around his neck, fold them lightly at the ankles.

She tasted of hotness, of slippery things sweet and giving. Her labia writhed against his teeth, and he lapped greedily into her slot, hungrily at the slimy tissues. She lifted her crotch and humped it into his mouth, swung her ass back and forth so that she could feed him her lovely young pussy. Dallas ate of its blazing richness, tongued deeply into the trembling hood that guarded the clit, and sucked the clit itself out to where he could worry it with his teeth and lips.

“Ooohh!” she moaned. “Oh yes, darling! That’s the way to eat my cunt-eat me, Dallas, baby-eat my pussy!”

Her hands reached down and caught his hair, dug into his scalp and drew him violently into her heaving snatch. Wet and hairy, hot and juicy, it worked over his mouth, over his face, across his cheeks, and from time to time, buried his nose within its quivering folds.

His tongue was frantic, licking and piercing, curling to draw in her honeyed liquids, helping the suction build up, letting it go as the girl bucked madly.