High School Scandals

CHAPTER EIGHT

It seemed the most natural thing in the world to allow himself to be taken into the circle, to blend with the scents and the flesh, becoming one with the new and lovely girls who wanted him. Dallas sank to the worn carpet, naked and with his prick throbbing, turned on by the mere sight of so much bare flesh.

Glancing swiftly around, he saw the others beginning, to mesh, saw boys with their cocks protruding, girls with the soft light shining upon their hairy little snatches.

Then he was busy up close, for the silvery blonde girl and the cute Korean kid were closing on him, tugging at him, making him theirs for this point in time.

From the corners of his eyes, he saw the black girl and Kathy Collins being handled by the boys, three boys, and was surprised that he didn’t know the slightest pang of jealousy, only a nudging of interest in how five of them were going to swing.

“Teacher, baby,” Susan Lee breathed. “Kathy’s been telling us what a lover you are.”

“Yeah,” Blythe Jackson echoed softly, “and we’re eager to see for ourselves.

All day today, and especially during your class, Mr. Bradburn, I thought about this, about all of us being naked and grooving together.”

They slid into his arms, pressing against him as he sat on the floor, giving him their firm young tits, lifting their damp young mouths for his kisses.

Susan Lee kissed him first, her hands butterfly light upon his cheeks, her lips hotly mobile against his, her tongue darting deeply into his open mouth. She felt small in his arms, but her tits were bigger than Kathy’s, and. when his hand found the humid tremble of her pussy, the wisping of pubic hair there made her seem even younger than she was.

When she pulled away from him, her place was immediately taken by Blythe Jackson, a taller, slimmer girl, all silken and warm. Blythe bit him lightly upon the lips, kissed him with a nipping, nuzzling technique that Dallas found wildly stimulating. The girl ran her tongue over his teeth, slid it between them to caress his own for a wet, hot moment, then tickled the insides of his cheeks.

Cupping her tit with one hand, he fondled her crotch with the other, sliding a fingertip gently into the fluffy cunt hair, feeling the damply yearning labia beneath. Both kids were ready to screw, and so was he. It didn’t seem to matter how he went about it, either, or who he fucked first. But when he began to work his finger into Blythe’s torrid pussy, she pulled back from him, murmuring apologies.

“We swing together,” she breathed, pale eyes holding to his. “And we just love to give head, Susan and me. You can fuck us after, okay?”

Whatever they said, anything they thought, he was willing. Dallas Felt himself eased back down, so that his head was propped against the couch.

His legs were out and spread, and the girls set themselves on each side of him.

Dallas saw again how very lovely they were, how fresh and sensuous, their bare skin flawless, their nipples standing erect and hard. But before he could do more than touch them, the girls dipped their heads and began to kiss his body.

Dallas writhed as two hot mouths trailed across his chest to fasten themselves sucking upon his nipples. His fingers dug into the girls hair-the silvery blonde and the silken black hair, while they nipped and licked his tits.

Swiftly then, they were gone from those throbbing spots, drawing their wet tongues across his ribs, working ever downward, teasing and exciting him as they progressed.

Their hands were also busy, sliding and poking gently, tickling and fondling his skin, his ass cheeks, the insides of his thighs. Blythe probed his pubic hair, carefully staying away from his genitals as yet, making him crave the touch of her light fingers upon his prick, his balls. Susan Lee teased into his crotch, tapping upon his asshole, swiftly withdrawing, only to bring her fingers back again, playing in taboo country.

“Girls,” he said huskily, “oh, girls…”

They paid no attention to anything but what they were concentrating upon, his shaft. Their tongues touched, kissed, fell apart to dip into his belly button, to lick hotly across his taut skin; feeling into the upper part of his crotch.

They lifted their faces, kissed and ran their questing tongues together, and between their arms, above and below their smooth round shoulders, Dallas could see them playing with each other’s tits. Then his belly snapped tense and the cheeks of his ass drew tightly together. They were working on his rod, kissing over it, one of them at the head, the other turning her face to slip up and down the shaft itself.

Dallas gasped when Susan Lee sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She rolled it around, played her tongue over the wrinkled sack, allowed it to escape her lips, only to draw the other one between her teeth for some of the same treatment. His hands, dug into the carpet beside his taut thighs. This kid was driving him right up the wall.

Blythe wasn’t idle; her sweet lips were nuzzling his cockhead, placing tender kisses over his swollen glands. He saw the oozing of his pre-seminal fluid, the droplet of shining, sticky juice that would help his prick to slide into some tight little cunt. But the lubrication never got that chance; it was licked away by the girl’s eager tongue, lapped off the blunt Up of his cock.

He put a hand upon her back, rested his palm against the pale skin so perfectly planed. His other hand reached much farther down, discovering the rounded little ass of the Korean girl. Susan Lee hiked her ass at his touch, and his hand worked into her crotch from behind.

So lightly feathered, her steamy cleft was like a child’s, just blossoming into puberty; but Susan’s pussy was ripe and ready, the lips turned slippery and hot, swelling a little.

Dallas gasped when Blythe’s lips closed hotly over the head of his prick. The girl drew it far into her mouth, over her teeth and along the lapping tongue, drew the cockhead back until it actually bumped the satiny cup of her throat.

She let go suddenly, lifted her head,, and gave her place to Susan Lee.

The little Oriental girl licked daintily all over the pulsing end, wetting it, pushing the tip of her tongue down into the slit. Then she pulled it into her teeth and worked it tenderly, shook her head gently from side to side, making the slight pain a pleasure to undergo.

Together, the two beautiful girls worked on his shaft. They licked it and sucked it, nipped playfully at its underside, lapped wetly into his balls.

Their heads were always close together, and their hands did strange, exhilarating things to the rest of his body.

His got his finger into the hot grasping recess of Susan’s cunt, and the lips snapped hungrily closed on it. She was tight and narrow, and as he felt farther up her young snatch, Dallas discovered that she was also shallow. His big cock would easily touch bottom when he got the chance to shove it home.

He heaved against them, his back arching and his teeth clenched. They were both licking at his glands, running their hot, wet tongues over it, using them to push his cockhead from one of their mouths to the other. It was a wild, crazy feeling, and Dallas’s crotch bucked in erotic response.

They made moaning noises, lapping sounds, and their fingers stroked, fondled, caressed. His balls were loved, and his anus, and all the hairs of his pelvis, his belly and his rib cage, and the trembling muscles of his inner thighs.

Of course he couldn’t control himself any longer, and began to fuck whichever mouth was around his prick, thrusting into the wet hotness, into the velvet dampness that sucked and pulled, that drew and drank so thirstily.

“Girls-Blythe-Susan! Oh, I’m coming, kids coming!!!”

His semen thundered hissing Into one of their mouths, and his fingers clamped hard into Susan Lee’s pussy as he let go his pent-up come, as he hurled it spitting into the eager sucking throat.

His hand found Blythe’s tit and mauled it as another spurt came geysering up from his flexing, balls.

Dallas’s eyes were glazed and his breath rasping hard in his throat, but he saw what Blythe Jackson did next. Turning her mouth ever so slowly away from the pulsing head of his ejaculating prick, she spilled the leftover semen into the openly seeking mouth of the little Oriental girl, sharing the come with Susan.

Dallas shuddered from head to toe, wishing that he could keep on coming that he could give them even more.

His backbone collapsed, because they took turns sucking the last remnants of his semen from his shaft, their fingers massaging his balls, his rod, milking it ever upward into the searing little ovens of their hungry mouths. His backbone turned to jelly and ran out through the head of his prick, feeding their ravenous desires.

Sagging, Dallas dropped back, slid sideways from the support of the couch so that he lay on the floor, not in a fetal position, but bent in the middle. And still, they would not let him go; still, they moved over his supine body, making fiery trails across his skin and stirring new but slowly fanned embers deep within his groin.

His eyes moved away from the bent heads, from the kissing faces whose lips had been made creamy with his discharge, and he looked dazedly around the room. He saw Kathy Collins, saw her on hands and knees with her white gold skin gleaming with the scarlet curls of her pussy up-thrust in the rear. And seated deeply within the curly caress of that lovely little cunt was a round black prick, buried to its wiry haired balls.

Joey Nottingham was pouring the meat to Kathy, sliding that dark cock In and out of her tightly clasping pussy, and the girl was wiggling in ecstasy as she took it. Joey’s shaft wasn’t all that big, Dallas saw, but it seemed longer than average, and every time he rammed it solidly into Kathy’s wet snatch, the girl grunted.

Somehow, their fucking looked sexier, hornier, because it was black on white, and after watching them screw for a few seconds, Dallas looked over at the other couple, at the other two-toned coupling of Marty Brooke and Angel Matthews. They looked great, too-lean and lanky Marty was positioned between the black girl’s sleek legs, feeding his meaty white prick into the midnight curls of the girl’s pussy, her black velvet thighs wrapped around him.

No jealousy there, either; Dallas felt only a gladness, a thrill because his black lover was enjoying herself so much. He knew a new sense of sharing, of giving, that these extra girls had given to him. And he saw that the other male was simply sitting aside at, the moment, that Eric Fairmount was holding Angel’s hand while she lucked, that with his other hand he was slowly jacking off.

“That was great,” Susan Lee murmured at his ear, punctuating her words with the wet flicking of her hot little tongue. “Now suppose you just stretch on out, teacher, and we’ll go on to Phase Two.”

Giggling, Blythe lifted her bright blonde head and the girls arranged themselves while he did as they suggested. But it wasn’t going to be like the time he had shared Kathy and Angel; these girls wanted It differently.

Susan Lee slid close and lifted his head to place it in her lap. Her skin was golden, textured finely, sheened now with a delicate beading of sweat.

The girl’s navel was a faint indentation, cunningly shaped, and he could feel the soft feathering of Susan’s childlike pubic hair against his cheek. She said down to him, her hand stroking his cheek, “Mr. Bradburn-you can eat my pussy while Blythe fucks you. We’ll lie here on the floor in kind of a triangle, okay?”

Anything, everything they might, want was okay. His cock had never gone completely soft, although these sweet kids had done their damnedest to drain off all his life forces through it.

When Susan lay on the carpet, she braced his head in her hands, turning it as she settled herself, lifting one small, wonderfully modeled leg to place his head between her golden thighs.

Before he turned his mouth to taste this new and lightly haired pussy, Dallas watched the burnished blonde kid as she handled his cock in long-fingered hands, as she slid her slim belly in close to his so that she could touch her thick but silken pubic hairs to the head of his cock.

He suddenly thought of her as the Moon Girl, because she was silver and soft, because she spread her delicate gifts with impartial love. And her cunt hair was indescribably downy around the throbbing head of his now anxious cock.

Blythe maneuvered his glands, guiding the knob she had so recently sucked, steering it against the hot lips of her young pussy, setting it there while her svelte ass thrust forward with a wiggle that popped the end of it right inside!

She was blazing hot in there, the greasy tissues of her cunt boiling around his entrapped prick, the elastic grip of her labia tight upon his shaft. His cock slid in and in, until his balls rested in the tender vee of her thighs, up close to the exquisite shapings of the cheeks of her ass.

Then Dallas could watch no more, for Susan Lee’s thighs were pressing his head, urging his face to turn upward so she would know the rapture of his mouth in her frantic pussy. He didn’t want to wait any longer, either, so he snuggled his head more closely into the downy hold of the girl’s legs and tilted his mouth into the steamy slot of her vulva.

It was like sucking a child’s cunt, the hair was so wispy and the pussy lips so smoothly appealing. Dallas licked along them, delighting in the honeyed taste of them, teasing the slippery gash with his tongue. Then he shoved his tongue deeply into her snatch, using it like a prick, burying its length into the juicy heat and bringing his teeth up against the labia.

His lower body exulted in the slow grinding of Blythe Jackson as she stroked wiggling upon his buried cock, using the tight muscles of her narrow pussy to squeeze down on him, then releasing his shaft so she could screw it another way.

Dallas ate joyfully into Susan Lee’s cunt, sucked the delicious meat into his mouth and worked the throbbing clit with his tongue. Dimly, as he sucked and was fucked, he heard other voices moaning, other girls crying out that they were coming, coming.