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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At school, both the girls acted as if he were some barely acceptable member of the establishment, and Dallas wondered what was in the wind. Certainly, there could be nothing wrong in their relationship; last evening had been swinging for them all, and now he was beginning to think that trio was the only way to go. There were so many different things three sexy people could do with each other. Last night, they hadn’t quite done them all, but they’d come close. And there would be other nights, he reminded himself, other sultry days when they could wrap themselves up in voluptuous squirmings.
Dallas wiped the blackboard reasonably clean with a pass of the eraser, and chalked the next reading assignment for his class: Listen to the Warm. He heard the buzz of excitement before he turned to sit in his chair. Checking his own copy of the slim volume, he found his eyes wandering as he sat behind the desk.
More than ever, the girls in his class looked like little dolls, but like sentient and lascivious dolls, ready for any erotic thrill.
Sliding his eyes over their sleek legs and across their trim thighs, their various sized tits, their damply intriguing mouths, Dallas wondered how many of these kids were fucking, if they all were involved in this new sexual freedom he could only be certain of two-both his new loves.
Yet he thought he saw something in the artistically slanted eyes of Susan Lee, the golden skinned Korean girl. Susan was only fifteen years old, a year ahead of her age bracket in school, very bright and studious. She was also neatly stacked, with high, firm tits and flashing legs.
Then there was Blythe Jackson, moving now to the pencil sharpener; he already knew. most of her vital stats five feet three inches tall, 97 pounds, a platinum blonde with pale blue eyes, with skin like rosy silver, dusted ever so lightly, with cream. Blythe flaunted it when she walked, rolling her hips to the primal rhythm of a secret tom-tom.
And what had Kathy said about the pad they rented out on the outskirts of town?
He didn’t remember hearing her mention how many of the kids were in on it, but there was undoubtedly a goodly percentage. Girls and boys alike, he thought, and this piqued his interest further, as he wondered who was screwing whom.
Dallas grinned to himself as he thought that they were probably changing around quite often.
He found himself staring at Kathy, and she merely blinked at him, then turned her attention back to her book of poetry. Was the girl ignoring him. Dallas knew a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He sure as hell didn’t want these beautiful kids cutting him out of their lives now; they had turned his own life into something new, exciting, made it worthwhile.
When the bell rang, he halfway expected Kathy to linger at his desk, but when she passed by, he looked for Angel. The black girl swung on through the door without a backward look, her fine little ass bobbing tantalizingly. Dallas sighed and closed his book, then started to tidy his desktop. He glanced up to see a boy slide a folded note across to him. His eyes followed the kid from the room. Joey Nottingham, tall and deceptively lean, was one hell of a defensive end on the school varsity. Joey was also black.
Kids yelled and laughed in the hall as Dallas unfolded the note to scan it.
“Meet us at the pad,” the note read, “but be careful; leave your bug in front of your house, walk around back and Joey will pick you up in his car. Like eight o’clock, darling. Oh, P.S.: Daddy has hired a private detective to watch you, and there just might be a fink in the class, and that’s why we’re putting you down. But we’ll make up for it tonight.”