Unknown - High School Scandals

Small and soft, smooth and very warm, the girl’s hand dipped into his zipped down fly and took him by the prick.

And he couldn’t hide the face that he had a big hard on, because watching all that young, budding ass half the night had turned him on more than Dallas cared to admit.

But he tried to back it out of her grasp; she hung on, her fingernails sharp and digging into his sensitive cock just enough to warn him to keep still.

Damn! He was in a bind, and there was no quick way out. If he made a lot of noise, or made the kid yelp in pain, the whole party could blow up in his face-and blow him right out of his career.

Let a high school teacher get caught with his cock out, and the rap might be more than losing his credentials; there were state laws about screwing around with underage girls. Even when the underage girl herself was doing the screwing around-like right now.

The room was in utter blackness, so Dallas didn’t even know which girl was fingering over his swollen cock. He damned the kid who’d pulled the light switch, but he’d kill him if the lights went back on right now.

The hand was probing delicately over his shaft and gentle fingers dipped expertly under his balls. Dallas squirmed and caught the slim wrist, but his prick throbbed painfully.

It had been too long since he’d had a real piece of ass, and the need was strong in him now, an urgency that he couldn’t put down. His balls swelled with the potent buildup in them, and his cock was steel-hard. The kid-whoever she was-was enthralled with the size and heft of his prick, playing her fingers along the aching shaft and over the sensitive head. Did the little bitch have any idea what she was actually doing to him?

All his students dressed like sexpots, showing their upper thighs, displaying their shapely asses in miniskirts and hot pants, bouncing their budding young tits. But there was one (Dallas winced and wondered if he should squeeze down on the fragile wrist he was holding) there was a special girl that had haunted his dreams for months. Could this hand belong to her?

He hoped so; if any of these kids was going to play with his cock and tease him into a state of near explosion, it might as well be Kathy Collins. That gorgeous girl had held his eyes and his mind so powerfully that it was tough keeping up with the rest of the class.

“Ummm,” the unseen girl breathed, and Dallas quivered in ultimate shock as something else touched the head of his cock-the unmistakable silken springiness of pussy hair!

Here and now, with the whole damned class partying around them? Was the kid trying to fuck him now? If those damned lights flicked on, if he was caught dipping his hungry prick into the sweet and tender cunt of some young student.

He managed to find his voice, and it sounded strangled in his own ears: “The … the lights the-crowd…”

“Don’t worry about it,” the girl breathed, rubbing that delightful little snatch up and down his cockhead, evidently straddling his outstretched legs in the complete darkness. “The lights are off for a long, long time, and that’s how long I’ve waited to feel this beautiful prick of yours, Mr. Dallas Bradburn. You can’t get away now, we won’t let you; I won’t let you.”

It was Kathy Collins; there was no doubt about that sultry voice full of promises. The cunt nuzzling against his aching prick was Kathy’s, and that settled any indecision Dallas might have had. His career, reputation, any future job, nothing else mattered a damn, stacked up against the erotic pressure of the lovely young girl’s pussy. If it cost Dallas his front seat in hell, he was going to fuck this kid, here and now.

“Kathy,” he murmured, his hands feeling up and out to discover the incredible slimness of her waist, her naked skin of warm satin.

“Yes,” she whispered, and went tippytoe when be lifted her toward him, to help him get her set above the upright pole of his distended prick. “Yes, teacher darling, It’s Kathy. Now fuck me; fuck me hard and strong and deep. I want you so much, I’m freaking out.”

He smelled her youthful freshness, the aroma of new womanhood and the musky perfume she used sparingly. Though his eyes were straining in the blackness of the big room, he couldn’t see her. She was stamped upon him mind, though, a vision of beauty only sixteen years old, sleek and graceful, her purple eyes beckoning in a piquant face set off by an elfin scattering of freckles and hair of a chestnut richness.

Kathy Collins was slim as a willow reed, but her tits were proud and earned high; she was five feet, five inches tall and weighed exactly 93 pounds; he had seen her statistics on the gym charts. What the charts couldn’t carry was the torrid appeal of the girl, the sensuous walk and the damply red allure of her mouth. And now she was here, naked, asking him to fuck her.

She was here, settling her luxuriously haired young emit down gently upon the head of his prick. The lips of that pussy were wet with her lubrication, slicked by her desire, impossibly soft and thrilling. Schoolgirl cunt, teenage pussy, she let her knees sag, and her weight came gently down. Dallas balanced her by holding her waist.

“You’re going into me,” she murmured. “Your big, adorable cock is sliding up into my hot pussy, teacher darling. Oh-oooh! I love it darling, love it!”

He loved it, too. The feel of her wet satin cunt closing around the probing knob of his cock was fantastic, so tight and hot She was slippery with her inner juices, and the little girl narrowness of her sheath gripped his shaft as he stroked it home. Up it went into her slim body, up into the greasy snugness of her clenching pussy, until her hairy crotch came own to nestle against the root of his prick, the delicate shapings of her ass cheeks touching lightly against his balls.

At last, Dallas had his cock buried in this lovely kid’s cunt, and it felt better even than he had dreamed As he took a deep breath, she lifted her arms around his neck and pushed her fine tits into his chest. Her mouth searched for his, the petal soft lips fragrant and dewy.

Kathy’s tongue was small and squirmy, reaching through his teeth to find his own tongue waiting. He ground his cock into the wet grip, of her pussy as he sucked upon her tongue. She tasted of springtime, of a breeze through orange blossoms; she was flavored by youth and sweet flame.

The nipples of her tits bored into his shirt, and he wished to hell that he was naked, too. She rode his hard cock, rolling her shapely haunches to and fro, heaving her pelvis down against his. Sliding his hands down to cup the provocative cheeks of her sleek ass, Dallas thought with a great satisfaction that this girl fucked as well as she looked. She was all her fabulous body had promised, and more.

No virgin, this, but a trained little pussy, avid for all the erotic sensations a man’s cock could give her. She was reveling in each thrust as he fed his stiff meat up into her cunt, wiggling voluptuously when he drove it home, clinging damply and hotly to the shaft as he backed it down for another stroke.

“Oohh, teacher,” she panted against his teeth. “Mr. Bradburn, baby, I knew you’d be groovy like this; I just knew you’d be the greatest fuck ever. You have such a nice, big prick, and the way you use it, aahh! Oh yes, darling-stick it to me deep and hard!”

He held to her swinging ass, felt the attack of her nipples, knew the convulsive pounding of her crotch, and laid the pole to her as best he could.

It was good this way, terrific this way, with her bouncing up and down on the impalement of his rod, but he really wanted to fuck her in the conventional manner. He wanted to get her onto her back and feel the gripping of her slim legs as he stuffed her tight little hole. Dallas wanted to feel her squirm and buck beneath the weight of his body, when he used his cock like a piston, banging it deep and steadily into her cunt so that her entire body would quiver with every thrust “D-dallas!” she gasped. “Oh, darling Dallas, I’m going to come! Fuck me harder, teacher, harder, harder! Oh-ooohh! I’m coming, COMING!”