High School Scandals

CHAPTER TWENTY

The class chaperone came to, had a hot dog and some wine, being a good sport because alcohol was forbidden, and she was sharing some with them, winking at regulations But Miss Enid Snow was really very tired, and she hoped they would understand if she just got off by herself for a little while.

Blythe whispered, “With her bottle, she means I hope she doesn’t run out of that juice man. We’d have to pull the same trick on her, with the camera. I guess we could find one of the guys to screw her.”

Dallas lay back on the grass, the slim, silvery blonde girl beside him He looked up at the treetops, at blue sky and a cloud scudding by in some high level wind. The tension had gone out of him, because the pressure was now off-unless Craig Collins was completely freaked out and didn’t give a damn about the pictures.

He said to Blythe, “You can always find somebody to screw everybody.”

“I’m not sure how you mean that,” she said.

He put a hand around her smooth hip and onto her silken mound. “Not badly,” he answered, feeling the magic fluff of her cunt hair. “But I was wondering-It’s great to swing and to share and to ball everyone who wants it. Does that mean you young people will keep it up and never do anything else?”

She propped herself on one elbow to look down into his face, her succulent pink nipple hung just inches above his lips Blythe said, “I don’t think so. That would be conforming too-doing something just because everybody else does it and says that’s the only way. I can’t even speak for the other kids, but I know that I dig sex and everything about it. I dig girls and boys too. Maybe I’ll get married some day, and maybe not. If I do, and my husband gets a little tired of me, or bored with the same kind of screwing all the time, then I won’t divorce him just because he looks for a new piece of ass. I mean, I’d bring in a chick for him, and we’ll all ball together. Or I’d swap with some other, guy so my old man could fuck his wife.”

Dallas reached up and… kissed her nipple; Blythe sighed and lowered her tit to his face, pressing both breasts to him, sliding them back and forth.

She said, “I’m the only one you, haven’t screwed today teacher. Are you feeling low about Kathy, because she and her daddy are still over there by your camp?”

“A little,” he admitted into the perfumed freshness of her flawless pale skin.

“I guess Kathy will always be kind of special to me.”

Blythe slid one lean leg over his hip, and he turned so that their bodies met.

She reached down and found his bent cock, her warm fingers stimulating it, tickling down into his balls.

“That’s groovy,” she said I mean, I know she feels that way about you too-special But that’s her daddy she’s fucking, and he’s special to her also.

You won’t lose her teach, not even to him.”

Her snatch nudged into his belly, tender and warm and dampened by the juices of her last fucking by Joey or Marty or one of the new boys in the group But Blythe Jackson was ready to go again, and the pulsing that radiated from her cunt was insistent.

His prick was growing, and she helped by rubbing the head of it along her slick labia, caressing it with the lips of her pussy and the satiny hairs there, hesitating far back at her anus before starting the teasing process over again.

“I think you’re special Dallas,” she said. “Let’s fuck.”

He got the flanged head of it into her cunt lips, pushed the shaft steadily, up into the clinging hot grip of Blythe’s eager snatch. His prick seated itself neatly, snuggled in there where some kid had pumped a load of foaming semen only a short time before, and his balls came to rest in the tender pillowing of her thighs.

“Hey now,” Angel Matthews laughed. “Somebody is sneaking a screw. Can I get in on it? “Oops, teach-I mean may I?”

She fitted herself against his back, curved the black velvet skin tightly to him, her springy pubic hair sliding along the crack of his ass, her arms stretched around them both. Dallas could feel the rigid nipples of her firm young tits boring into his shoulder blades, and wished that he had two cocks so that he could feed them simultaneously into these gorgeous cunts.

Something touched his cheek, and he turned his face to see little Susan Lee crouching over him, the wisping of her cunt hair catching the sun like a polished black mirror.

“You can make room if you try,” she said gently.

Blythe lifted her head back, and Angel moved too, so that Susan could get her bent knees in, so that her almost-smooth crotch could cover Dallas’s mouth. The reddened lips came down slowly, and as he peered into them, he thought of the dicks that had been in them that day, including his own. Then the warmth blotted out the world, and he tasted her sweetness, her love in the steamy tissues of her vagina.

He was surrounded by young love, by the sensuous wigglings and squirmings of girls. His prick slid back and forth in Blythe Jackson’s pussy, and Angel Matthews was teasing his ass with the strokings of her cunt, while his face was buried in the ticktocking snatch of Susan Lee. It was good, good, and he gave himself up to the complete eroticism of the moment.

When Susan gave a series of soft little hunches on his mouth and his tongue licked happily across the vibrancy of her clitoris, he heard voice calling out that she was coming, coming. The words were mulled by the clench of her thighs.

Dallas fed it deeply, strongly into Blythe’s suctioning pussy, feeling the head of his shaft distending, growing ever more sensitive. Blythe stepped up the rhythm, banging her pelvis into his, rotating her slim ass and milling down his pistoning rod.

He shuddered and stiffened out, his cock flexing and spitting, A spate of hot fluid rushed forth to inundate the girl’s womb and again, in only slightly lessoning squirts, the blobs of his come packed into her quivering cunt. She kept thrusting, and as his semen stopped hissing from the head of his prick, Blythe bucked in the frenzy of her own orgasm, her ass drawing tight.

Groovy,” Angel said in his ear. “Groovy for all of us teach-for everybody.”

Susan Lee hiked her wet crotch from his face and Dallas said, “I understand.”

“Good,” she said, kissing his damp cheek, kissing the Korean girl’s thigh.

“It’s important that everybody understands.”

They parted gently, his cock easing wetly out of the moon colored pussy, thighs and tits and arms leaving his body so Dallas could turn over onto his back and put his hands behind his head.

He heard laughter off to the right and smelled hot dogs, being roasted. To his left there was the slap of a hand on a bare ass and an outraged yelp that turned to a giggle. The kids were being natural doing their things all around him. Some of them had probably watched the tangle he’d just gone into, but others had shrugged off the fucking as just another scene. Fun and eating and playing and sex-all normal, everyday functions.

Would his own generation ever learn to accept it as such and not insist on trying to hide such a loving, giving function under misleading labels?

Dallas sat up and found his clothing where Blythe had neatly piled it He dressed and pulled on his thick shirt, finding a sheaf of photos in the pocket.

Pausing, he looked them over one by one. They were good, clear shots of Angel going down on the huge cock of Craig Collins, the black girl’s mouth looking stretched and uncomfortable, the man’s eyes staring at her as she sucked him off.

And the close-ups of Collins with his beautiful red-haired daughter straddling his supine body such a look of rapture on Kathy’s face, so much meat forced up into her mini-pussy. There were different angles, different approaches, and all of them showed exactly what they were meant to… Craig Collins fucking his own daughter.

Tucking the pictures back into the pocket and buttoning its flap, Dallas walked over to where Joey Nottingham was sitting. The new girl was in his lap, her fingers trailing fondly down the boy’s crotch. He said to Joey, “I’d appreciate it if you’d gather up all my gear after Kathy and her father come out of the brush, okay? And I guess you can give him back his rifle. Thanks is too mild a word to say to you Joey-to you and Eric. You saved my hide.”

Joey grinned. “Tough breaking in a new teacher. Yeah man-I’ll be happy to pack up your gear. You going to town?”

Dallas nodded “See you later.”

He walked around the long way not wanting to come up on Kathy and her father, but wondering what the hell they were doing all this time. Maybe they were going through the entire sex scene, moving along from fucking to eating cunt and cock, to doing sixty-nine after they had screwed in all the positions.

Father and daughter, making it and balling and learning to know each other’s bodies, making up for all the lost time.

Climbing down the hill and reaching the shoulder of the coast road, Dallas walked toward the curve around which he had parked his car. He wondered how long Kathy Collins had been fucking. Twelve, thirteen years old? She could have started then, if not actually screwing then fingering herself to a climax and progressing later to actual cock. Some lucky kid, he thought, had taken the cherry without realizing what a prize he had.

Maybe her father should have fucked her first. Then Kathy would have been the complete wife substitute, taking the place of her mother In every possible way, including riding her daddy’s prick. But they had gotten around to it, even if Collins had to be forced into the act he had craved, yet dreaded.

Rounding the curve, Dallas saw the turnoff ahead and hiked toward it. Maybe things would generally be cleared up if all fathers could screw their daughters, if all mothers could teach their young sops how to fuck, as they taught them everything else.

There up the dirt road and off behind the clump of pines he saw the bumper of the VW. No more worrying about the car being followed, he thought. Collins had trailed it for the last time, and instead of killing a man, had gotten to lay his daughter-a fair trade, Dallas conceded.

They were waiting for him at the Volks, the sun touching her fine hair with gold to complement the scarlet there, touching the man’s craggy face with something like softness.

When he hesitated, Kathy ran to him, the elf in faded blue jeans and a boy’s shirt with no bra underneath, barefoot and saucy as a woods sprite ought to be.

She flung herself against him, and in glad reflex, Dallas’s arms went around the small, perfect body holding it pressed to his own.

“Dallas-Dallas-they said you were leaving.”

Not looking across at her father, he stroked the silken richness of her hair “Thought I’d better. Everything seems to be all right now, so I thought…”

She drew back from him, removing the delicious pressure of her crotch, the exquisite touches of her breasts. “You were running away, copping out!”

“In away,” he admitted.

She tugged at his hand “Come on over here to daddy.”

Collins said, low in his chest, face down, “I-I wanted to blow your head off Bradburn. But Kathy made me see that was because I was so damned jealous of you. I wanted to-to make love to her myself, and I hated your guts for being able to when I couldn’t or thought I couldn’t I’m sorry Bradburn.”

Dallas said, “Okay.”

Looking up, Collins said, “And for that other crap too. I guess that was all part of my frustration. I was taking it out on everybody, but I won’t bother you again, and neither will the rest of the board-or Kingston. I’ll see to that.”

“That’s good too,” Dallas said, still holding hands with Kathy, reluctant to let go. But there was something else he had to do. Releasing her hand, he reached to his shirt pocket and unbuttoned it.

“Here,” he said, holding out the packet of photos in full, living color. “You might want these. There are no other copies, and I was going to tear them up anyhow.”

Kathy took them, glanced down, then back up at Dallas and at her father. “See daddy? I told he was a great guy. He wasn’t going to blackmail you with these.”

Collins shook his bead, and she put the pictures in his big hand. Briefly, he scanned through them, his face not betraying any emotion. Then he said, “Tear these up, hell I’m going to keep them forever. They’re the start of a new collection I hope I never saw anything so beautiful.”

Kathy burst into delighted laughter, and even Dallas felt a grin moving his lips. Then he said, “Well-I’d better be going now.”

“Let’s go, then,” Kathy said “Or didn’t you know that we’re going with you, daddy and me? One of the boys will drive daddy’s car home and park it out front. You know where I live Dallas?”

He did, after she showed him, after she guided the bug into town and across it to the spacious home with the pool out back, to the house that, would now really be a home for her and her father.

“Come on in,” Collins said. “Kathy won’t have it any other way, and me-well, I may be hardheaded, but I’m not stupid.”

The, house was furnished with a bar, and Dallas gratefully accepted a double shot, straight. That went down so well he took another, matching Collins drink for drink. Kathy had skipped off somewhere into the depths of the house, on an errand of her own, leaving them alone to settle what they had to, on their own.

“Well,” Collins said gruffly, “I never thought I’d be drinking with a man who’s been screwing my baby girl. She told me about that, and how she lays those boys too. What the hell could I say with my own shaft up her at the time?”

There was a warm glow in Dallas’s belly and a faint buzz in his head. He said, “I know what you mean. She’s terrific, your daughter I wish you all the best with her.”

“What do you mean?” Collins asked, splashing more rich and expensive bourbon into their glasses.

“Why,” Dallas answered, “I mean the best of luck with Kathy. She needs all your love and devotion, and she’s a bright girl; she’ll waltz right on through college.”

Collins took a big swallow of his drink Dallas did the same. Collins said, “She’s a long way from that-two years, anyhow. And I just might take an apartment for us in that college town up north.”

“That’s what I mean,” Dallas said, finishing his drink and waiting for Collins to do the same.

“You and Kathy; here’s to you both.”

Frowning, Collins said, “I always knew you were some kind of goddamned dingaling. What the hell do you think you’re doing here now, just drinking up my booze? She made me bring you home because she says I have to learn to share and not arguing with my beautiful little girl not any more.”

She said, “That’s right daddy.”

They turned on the barstools to look at her. She was bathed and fresh, her red hair long down her back and her skin glowing with youthful vitality. Kathy Collins was also stark naked, and the twin nipples-of dainty tits took aim at them both, backed up by the gleaming beacon of her pussy.

She said, “You both get cleaned up now, and I’ll be waiting.”

Somehow, Dallas managed to get through a shower, although the cold water didn’t do a thing to clear his head or stop the blood from leaping so violently and hotly through his arteries. Then he couldn’t find his pants and decided he didn’t need them anyway. Wrapped in a fluffy bath towel, he made two wrong turns before discovering her at the head of the stairs.

“Up here darling,” she called down. “I want this to take place in my own room.”

The room was still little-girl, all pink and ruffles, with only a couple of acid posters to show how she was growing up. There were dolls on a chair and a makeup table that sent swirls of perfume into the air. The bed was queen-sized, and its covers had already been pulled back. The sheets were pristine, the pillows waiting.

“Come on in daddy,” she said, and I saw Collins enter, a silk robe drawn tight by the width of his shoulders.

Kathy lay down on her bed, making room for them, saying, “I want you both. I want both of you to kiss me and to love me and to fuck me. Do you hear that daddy? I didn’t say do it or make it, I said fuck me. That’s how we’re all going to be, up front with everything from now on.”

“Whatever you say,” her father answered, climbing onto the bed.

“Over here Dallas,” she said. “I’d like to begin by you two kissing me all over, from top to bottom.”

It was a good beginning, for they adored her with kisses, shared her sweetly trembling body with their lips and tongues. They ran questing hands over the sleek, small body, touching her everywhere. Dallas touched heads with Coffins, and sometimes their hands brushed as they caressed the girl, but neither of them drew back.

“Now,” she said, “please get on top of me Dallas. Put your beautiful prick into my pussy and sink it all the way to the balls. You see, I want to eat daddy this time. Then we’ll change over so he can fuck me while I give you head.”

Odd, Dallas thought, but there was no awkwardness as the three of them moved together. He set the head of his cock against the marvelous resistance of her torried little cunt lips and saw Collins curling himself across the bed to present the huge knob of his prick to his daughter’s face.

In went Dallas’s shaft, pushing, finding the silken depths, knowing again the fabulous richness of Kathy’s pussy, and he cupped the cheeks of her exquisite ass as he fed his meat to the root.

“Ummm,” she said, her lips and tongue busy upon another cockhead, her vagina rippling to caress his own. He saw her mouth spread wide to take in that purplish ball, to get it lack along her tongue and between her teeth.

Dallas started to stroke moving his prick in Kathy’s feverish little cunt.

School was just beginning for them all, and he could see there would be a long, hot Summer ahead.