High School Scandals

CHAPTER SIX

Eyeing the big man, Dallas figured that Craig Collins was probably just as rough as he looked. Collins looked more like a hardnosed construction worker, or a retired pro bail player, than a man who ran hardware stores. True, the guy was going a little to paunch, and graying in his GI-cropped hair, but Kathy’s father wouldn’t be that easy to run over, Dallas thought, and he didn’t really want to try. But if he had to…

“Why the hell you want to go around looking like some kind of goddamned hippie?” Collins asked, jaw thrust out. “I checked on you, Bradburn. You were a Marine in Vietnam-a Marine. That don’t make you a draft dodger or objector, and you got an education. So how come you don’t see the light and cut out all this crap about how hair is a sign of freedom? Freedom, shit. Hair don’t do anything but make you hairy and dirty looking.”

Dallas said, “Why let it bug you, then?”

Collins slammed a big, red fist on his desk top. “Because I got responsibilities to my community, and to my own kid, by damn! To all the other kids that your crazy kind of thinking can screw up. And if that bugs me, mister-I’m going to bug the hell out of you about it.”

The office was cluttered, invoices and bills of lading piled upon the desk, other papers filed in an overflowing cabinet. But Coffins had asked Dallas to sit down, hadn’t tried to keep him standing like a schoolboy. Dallas saw the choleric shade of the man’s face, the determined set of his jaw, and wondered how the hell he could have begotten such a squirmy, hot-assed little package of beauty and brains as Kathy. Maybe there was a lot to Collins that didn’t show on the surface.

Dallas blinked or maybe it did show, and he had been just too blind too see it.

Did Collins “protest too much?” Was the man using a Pavlovian reaction of establishment respectability against a subconscious desire to be free of restrictions himself?

Collins said, “Well, damnit?”

“No way,” Dallas answered. “I don’t cut my hair and shave my moustache-and I don’t resign. Fire me, if you want me out.”

Collins’s heavy brows drew down. “So you can sit on your ass for six or eight months, doing nothing but waiting for the court to bring up your case? So you can maybe collect damages and back pay, too? Shit, mister; I’m smarter than that. But maybe I’m dumb, too. Because I just can’t figure why you’re doing this.”

Shrugging, Dallas said, “I really don’t know. I might have gotten tired of looking exactly like every other teacher, or it might be I need to identify with the kids more, so I can better reach them. Whichever, it’s my business, not the school-board’s.”

Collins said, “I don’t see it that way. Okay, mister; you won’t quit and we can’t fire you-not without a lot of bad publicity for our town. But maybe we can make you see the light.”

Dallas stood up. “Kingston tried that, with Coach Parnell.”

“Yeah,” Collins said, pulling open his desk drawer to take out a heavy cigar.

He bit the end off it and spit it out in the general direction of his wastebasket. “I heard about that. Parnell is an amateur. I’m a businessman, Bradburn. When I hire somebody, he’s a professional. Or I do the job myself.”

“Either way,” Dallas said, and walked out of the office with a coolness he didn’t feel. Collins was a hard man, and would do hard things. He’d seen sergeants like that, in Nam, guys who would tough it out against any odds, whether they were right or wrong. Maybe they got other guys killed because of their blind stubbornness, and maybe they steamrolled over the enemy. They just kept going, until something stopped them.

On the street, Dallas walked down the block and waited for the light to change.

He saw a black girl across the street, but it wasn’t Angel too thin and tall, older. Kids came eddying along the corner like colorful whirlpools, and Kathy wasn’t among them. The “Walk” sign went on and he crossed the intersection, pushing Craig Collins farther down in his mind and bringing Kathy Collins to the forefront instead. Kathy and Angel, that was; the girls seemed to tit together now, to be each a vital part of the other, as they were both important cogs in his own life.

Damn-that had been the wildest scene last night.Walking slowly now, he approached, the side-street where his VW was parked, thinking of the triad they had made, the three-sided triangle with all soft and giving corners After he had gone down on both hotly dripping cunts, after he had finger-fucked both those savory and perfumed pussys, Dallas had carefully put his aching cock into the black, curly-haired snatch, the juicy and slightly gaping slot that was Angel’s.

And his own, as his stiff prick slid forcefully into the beautiful cunt where some of his own semen still remained, that he hadn’t drawn out when he’d sucked the slippery lips and gnawed tenderly upon the thrumming clitoris. Angers cunt was not only hers, but his now, to do with as he pleased-to eat or finger or screw, and he was covering all the possibilities.

Yet, as he thrust his cock full length into the tight little cavern, there above him, touching his belly as he drove home his shaft, was the other pussy, glistening with droplets of love oils, its deep red hair fleecy and curly. His balls came to rest in the crack of Angel’s black velvet ass, and his belly ground into the palpitating cunt lips of Kathy Collins.

So he took only three long and reaching strokes into the black girl’s clenching pussy, then pulled out and set the greasy head of his prick against the beckoning labia above. In he pushed, sliding easily now because his cock was buttered by another snatch. This time, when he had it rammed to the hilt, his balls hung down against the shaggy-mound of Angel’s cunt.

Fucking slowly, although every cell in his aroused body cried out for him slam it deep and quickly into the hot little nest, Dallas fed the meat to Kathy stroking in and out. Pausing to catch his breath and to let the crazy wet sensations settle down, he eased his rod out of the girl’s clinging box.

“Oh darling,” Kathy sighed, “please hurry back.”

Dallas shoved it into Angel’s blackly glistening pussy, burying the head into the greasy lips and sliding it all the way to his balls. Three strokes, four, with the girl squirming like mad, and he had to pull his shaft swiftly out, or come before he was ready.

In Kathy, he thought; she was in line for another heavy load of semen, since he had already screwed Angela. Little Kathy had only been eaten and finger-fucked.

He lifted his slippery pole and her hungry snatch gulped its shining head as if her vagina had teeth. Below, Angel was hunching her foamy cleft, and above, Kathy was surging hers up and down on his sliding prick.

Man, oh man-it was good! That grasping, slippery little cunt was gobbling his cock, and he knew he would never get it back out for another turn at the black girl’s pussy. So Dallas stepped up his strokes, poured them solidly and grindingly into Kathy’s heaving bony.

He looked down when she moaned, and saw that her mouth was opened against the other girl’s, that their pink tongues were darting together as they kissed.

The sight turned him on more than he could have ever believed possible, and he felt the swelling of his cockhead. Angel Matthews put Out a searching hand and found his balls, her fingers wrapping around the thick base of his prick as he pumped it into Kathy.

“You-you gorgeous little bitches!” he gasped. “You hot assed kids! I’m coming, Kathy! I’m going to pour all my thick semen into your tight little cunt. Ahhh!

Oh, Kathy-Kathy!”

Furiously, his come bombed out through the flexing head of his driving cock, splashing hotly against the cup of her cervix, packing the lunging, tiny pussy with the boiling lava from the volcano of his balls. She shuddered with him, her cunt biting down on his glands, her belly bucking against his hairy pelvis as the red-haired girl came only a heartbeat behind the moment of his ejaculation.

Her arms came up and circled his neck, but her face remained turned to Angel’s, and the two girls writhed sensuously as they continued to kiss. Dallas sighed as the spurts of his semen diminished, and as his embedded prick began to soften slightly. He was in a somewhat strained position, and his thighs ached, so with regret, Dallas backed his prick gently out from the hot juicy cup he had filled with his own cream.

Kathy moaned, but into the other girl’s mouth, and slowly turned so that they were lying side by side, wrapped tightly in each other’s arm’s and legs. Dallas Inched back to give them room, then stood up and moved toward his refrigerator, just a trifle weak in the knees.

By the time he drank down a cold beer and turned, the girls were moving together, feeling tits and kissing, their bellies rubbing in a slow, sexy rhythm, as if they were actually fucking. Fascinated, Dallas sat in one of his kitchen chairs and stared at them. He couldn’t help but wonder what his ex-wife would have thought, seeing the lovely kids together, thrusting that way.

Wanda would have been horrified. Always picky about sex, always having to have things just right and scheduled properly, his wife was a fanatic on cleanliness and what was deviate behavior and what was not. According to her own tight standards, of course. As Dallas watched the girls heat themselves up more, squirming together and from time to time using knees upon emits, caressing and fondling, he felt lighter within himself, easier than he had been at any time since the divorce.

His ex-wife was a prude. That simple fact was just dawning upon Dallas Bradburn, and he marveled that he hadn’t seen that before. But before Kathy Collins, and now this superbly molded Angel, his own sexual experiences had been limited and not really all that good, he admitted.

Aloud, he said, “Damn!” softly, and got up to buy himself another beer. All this time, Wanda had managed to make him feel inadequate and put down, making him guilty about his animal lusts, when the trouble between them hadn’t been his fault, but hers.

And the affair he’d been having with Selena Johnstone-that was nothing to brag about, either.

Maybe that was his fault, for not coming on stronger and just overwhelming the detachment of his fellow teacher, fellow swinger-if a word so free and easy could be used in conjunction with Selena’s clinical activities.

He sat down again, crossing his legs and sipping at the beer, finding it chili and invigorating. The girls were really pumping away at each other now, using their pelvic bones violently, fucking as well as two females could. And they were getting it on. Sweating and wiggling, their legs turned fluidly graceful, twining and sliding away. Could they actually come, doing that?

Dallas shook his head and killed his can of beer. He had never dreamed of seeing two young, nubile and highly sexed students of his like this, writhing around on his floor. Maybe he had dreamed of getting into the delicate little cunts of many of his students, but those had been fantasies, he thought; he’d seen none of them turning into reality.

Yet here was reality, and here was true swinging, with all bars down and all hang-ups cast away. He knew that he could do anything he wanted to these two girls, and that they wouldn’t put him down for what women of his own generation might think weird. Right now, nothing seemed too far out for him, or for these beautiful kids.

They were shivering and panting, banging their snatches together and biting at each other’s throats. Dallas saw Kathy stiffen out, saw her stretch her legs out as far as her feet would reach. The modeled, downy cheeks of her ass were still, clenched on some secret goodness buried deeply within her excited pussy.

Angel Matthews made two more thrusts, three, then cried out: “Oh man! Oh wow!

I’m coining again, baby-coming.”

“Me, too!” Kathy hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m coming all over myself, darling, and it’s-oohh!-it’s so wonderful!”

They fell apart then, their finely shaped bodies shining with the sweat of their exertions, with the sliding of heated skin upon heated skin. Angel’s black nipples stood high and throbbing, and liquid gleamed upon the furry hair of her emit. Kathy’s nipples were hard, too, but deep, blushing pink, and the light picked out diamond rings of oil upon the scarlet lips of her pussy. Lying side by side, holding hands like innocents, they, were a charming and exquisite picture as Dallas stared down upon them.

He was surprised to find that his prick was hard again, that it had lifted quietly while he watched the girls screw, and he wondered when they would be ready to go with him again. One more eating, he thought-he would suck Angel’s dark cunt, or Kathy’s bright one; it didn’t matter which girl got more attention from him. The other girl would suck him off.