“Hey,” Kathy said, “I told you guys he’d make it.” She was naked, and light gentle as candlelight gleamed in the enticing nest of her pubic hair as she came toward him with arms outstretched. Angel Matthews was a step behind her, polished ebony and eagerness. They took turns kissing him and working at his jumpsuit.
When they stepped back with his clothing, when he stood bare-assed as any of them, he began to recognize faces. There was the silvery blonde girl, Blythe Jackson, a pale flame in the semi-darkness of the room. And little saucy Susan Lee, golden skinned and beautiful, her sloe eyes tilting up at him with that hotly Innocent look; he saw that she had only a wisp of hair on her young pussy.
Four girls then; four, lovely and sensuous kids ready to screw and to be screwed by as many males. Dallas’s eyes made a swift count of the others-Marty Brooke, the lanky kid who never lacked for pretty girls, and Eric Fairmount, the Nordic example of a big man on campus, blonde and blue eyes. And of course, Joey Nottingham, and, the only person in the house old enough to vote, Dallas Bradburn, who was excited to the point of raising a hard, but a little scared, too.
Kathy saw his confusion and laughed. “Teach is a little jumpy, kids. But after all, this is his first orgy.”
They laughed around him, with him, but not at him, and there was the big difference. They accepted him, wanted him to be one with them, to swing with them in that glorious kind of utter freedom. Dallas reached out his arms and gathered in the other girls, pressing the longer, slim length of the willowy blonde close to his straining flesh, feeling the always adapting softness of the little Korean chick caress his skin.
“He said, “I love you both. I love you all.”
“Yeah,” they applauded, and danced with him, kissed him with the fleeting newness of their honeyed mouths.
Kathy Collins said, “Okay-I won’t be greedy. You chicks can screw him first, while Angel and I ball these other guys. But don’t wear out my lover, right?
Save some for me.”
Small hands pushed Dallas down and back, and he stretched happily upon the old couch, ready for the fucking to begin.
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.