Unknown - High School Scandals

When she tore away her lips, she gasped, “The-the wine?”

“Keep it cold,” he said, and moved his hands over her hips, feeling the sleek modeling of her ass.

She wheeled from him to kick the divan into a bed, her hands fumbling at her blouse. “The light-please, I like it on, If you don’t mind.”

That didn’t tit. She was anxious to be screwed, but there was also a hesitancy about Dee, a girlish kind of shyness. He would have thought she would do better in the dark, especially this first time. Unbuttoning his shirt, Dallas watched her jerk at the zipper to her skirt, and saw that she had to fiddle with it before getting the skirt down.

His mind prodded at him, saying that something was out of beat, somehow wrong.

But his eyes followed the long, appealing length of her sleek legs all the way up to where the full thighs joined her torso. He could see the pouting outline of her cunt, snugged tightly by a pair of nylon briefs, and above them, her smooth belly with the indentation of her navel.

She was a good looking girl, built along racy lines that stopped just. short of being heroic. Dee’s tits were high and full, and when she, reached back to unhook her bra, they spilled out with dark nipples showing.

But the nipples weren’t erectile. He put out his hands and cupped them as the girl swayed toward him. Still wearing his pants, Dallas squeezed her breasts and ran his thumbs lightly over the soft nipples until they sprang stiffly under his touch. She was frightened he thought; she wanted to lay him, but she was scared of some thing.

“Come on,” she panted, dragging him down to the converted divan. “Oh baby, I want you so much.”

He went with her, not caring for the overhead light, but working at her panties until they slid down over her lifting legs Her fingers dragged at his zipper, pulled at his belt, and he leaned away to help her. The clothing came away, his shorts joining her panties and bra on the throw rug beside the bed.

He noticed there was a dark crack in the bathroom door, and he wondered if she always left it open like that, just a couple of inches. Funny he hadn’t noticed that when they first came in; the apartment was so small that anything unusual should have registered.

Dee was moaning softly now, her hips rolling sensuously from side to side in the age-old beckoning of woman to man. Her nipples were high and pointy, and the curly brown hair of her match seemed to give off its own heat. She was ready now, and he lowered himself to her writhing body without further preliminaries. He could make an epilog of fondling and stroking; just now, the girl had to be fucked.

Dallas set the rounded end of his cock into the waiting pubic hair, pushed down into the thick, clinging caress of it to find the wetness of, the receptive pussy lips. They were torrid and slick with her juices, and when he prodded exploringly at them, Dee gave a sudden strong hump that pulled the head of his prick inside. The shaft slid in deeply, easily although-she wasn’t loose, but had a small, firm vagina that held him lovingly.

It was just that she was so hot, so ready to take in his cock. When the head of it stopped reaching, Dee bucked her pelvis up, and those long, long legs hiked up to cross over the small of his back. Her crotch rolled up so he could get deeper into her vagina, and Dallas fed the meat to her in strong, penetrating thrusts. His balls bumped against the up tilted cheeks of her ass with every stroke, and she seemed to try to absorb them.

Her arms were tight around his neck, and her mouth ate feverishly into his, the teeth clashing, her tongue coiling and uncoiling like a hot, wet serpent.

“Ummm!” she groaned into his mouth, her breath gusting into his, throat. “Ohh, sweet man! Ohh, Dallas-that’s good-so damned good! What a prick you have darling-and how-you use It! Ahh! Give it all to me, sweet man. Oh, you horny, stiff cocked son of a bitch, fuck me hard-hard!”

She bounced violently against him, her pelvis going like a battering-ram, pounding his belly with the fierce hunger of her strokes. Dee’s legs encircled him, wrapped wantonly around him and tried to force him impossibly deeper into her ravenous pussy. Cursing him, crooning to him, she bucked and pitched, rolling slowly and hotly between bursts of savage motion.

“Coming, you bastard! Coming-on-on your big, hard cock, swept man Oh-hurry, baby, darling, sweetheart-come with me!

Furiously, he slammed her cunt, sledging his hard prick to the bottom of her surging pussy, pounding it home with ramrod action, in and, out, in and out in a blurring of flesh and juices her pussy went slosh! slosh! slosh! and just at the supreme moment, just when she shivered deep in the clenching thigh muscles of her long, sleek legs, Dallas came.

“Here!” he gasped. “Here, you hungry bitch here’s my come. Take all of it feel it jamming hot and greasy up into your pussy. Feel it Dee!”

She did. Dee sucked air noisily and dug her nails into his back. Her cunt grasped his prick as if it had many hot, slippery fingers, squeezing it toward the head, milking its final drop of semen.

Turning his head, Dallas fought for breath. This was one hell of a piece of ass. He blinked in the miniature sunburst that flashed into his eyes, and shook his head to clear it. Was the ceiling light so bright? Beneath him, Dee’s clinging legs grew loose and eased gently down his flanks. Her cunt rippled inside, fondling his embedded prick with vaginal tissues.

Ceiling light, hell!

Dallas jerked suddenly out of her pussy, and she said “not” in protest but he sat up and back on his heels watching the bathroom door snap shut. Cock straight out in front of him like a lance, he vaulted off the divan and hit the door with a shoulder.

It hung back with a crash, and knocked Selena Johnstone ass over heels into the bathtub. Her fine legs flailed the air: one shoe falling off, her sensible nylon panties pinched together to expose the handful of shaggy pubic hair.

The camera she had been holding bit the rug and skidded into the wall. Selena screamed something, and as Dallas grabbed for the camera, he saw the open window behind the tub. It wasn’t much of a window, just a slit really. But it was plenty big enough to drop pictures to someone waiting outside.

She glared up at him as he stood holding the camera. Struggling, she wriggled from the tub and sat on the edge of it, tugging down her skirt. For the first time since he had known her, Selena’s hair was a mess.

She said, “Damn you, Dallas Bradburn. You hurt me I’ll be a mass of bruises and taking my camera won’t help you now. That was the last picture, and I made damned sure to get your face. I dropped the film outside, and there’s enough of it to get you fired.”

“Dee,” he said, conscious of his nakedness and his drooping cock only because she was. “Is she a friend of yours?”

“She’s my niece,” Selena snapped “You might dredge up a shred of decency and at least wrap a towel around yourself, you’re disgusting.”

“I ought to slap the shit out of you,” Dallas said. “And let you see how disgusting that would be.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’ll scream and Dee will swear you attacked both of us, you-you satyr! My niece-she didn’t expect it to go so far, but you you’re so animal, so brutal…”

He slammed the camera against the wall. Pieces of it flew around, and Selena flinched. He said, “She enjoyed being fucked. That’s more than you ever did, and I’m sorry as hell for you, Selena. Your niece is a hot, loving female, but you’re a loser; you always were. You think life happens in a test tube.”

“Get-get out of here!” She cried, her face flaming.

“When I’m ready,” he said. “First tell my why Selena. Why, damnit? Because I wouldn’t cut my hair? Did that piss you of so much?”