She was half turned toward Joey, and Dallas could see the cameo outlines of her jiggling tits, could watch the mini-nipples rub against the black kid’s corded thighs or dip into his balls.
Kathy made wetly sucking noises, gobbling sounds, and she rolled the base of Joey’s cock between her palms as she ate him furiously now, trying to devour his shaft, attempting to get it all the way down her throat and into her belly.
Joey’s balls pressed against her chin, and he moaned low, in his heaving chest as he pumped the cock in and out.
Dallas hurried his own thrusting, trying to catch up so he could come at the same time. He felt the writhing, of the girl’s pussy as her movements turned savage, turned jerky; Kathy was on the verge of her own orgasm too. Shoving his cock up her wetly clenching pussy as far as the shaft would go, Dallas grunted and fired his load, pumping it into the narrow slit with all the force generated in his aching balls.
“Here, mama!” Joey gasped. “Oh here, baby I’m coming, corning in your hot mouth baby!”
Kathy shuddered between them, twice impaled upon their hard pricks, a helpless ecstatic girl pinned by their shafts, soaking up their semen as they flooded her with the creamy release.
Joey’s balls jerked upward as he released his juices for the girl to gulp, to swallow. Dallas shivered at the height of a sharp climax, and his semen was a fountain that rinsed the walls of her pussy from one end to the other. He packed her vagina with his thickly boiling stuff, and she rolled her ass to help him get more into her little hole.
Sighing, Joey sank back upon his heels, drawing the length of his wetly shining prick from her still avid mouth, and Kathy’s lips kissed after it. She licked her lips then, and smiled like a highly sensuous kitten. Turning her face, she smiled down at Dallas too, including him in her moment of feminine triumph.
When she lifted her steaming pussy from the upright pole of his cock, he saw a dribble of semen slide glistening down the pure white thigh, and stared at the puffy inflammation of the girl’s scarlet labia. Panting, he dosed his eyes for just a second, and when he opened them again, she was standing beside the bed, holding out a water glass half filled with bourbon and ice.
“In case you need a little fuel darling.”
Gratefully, he accepted the gigantic drink, and sat up to down half of it. He offered it to Joey, but the boy shook his head. “I don’t drink, Mr. Bradburn.
And I’m in training anyhow.”
They all broke up over the incongruity of that remark, and Kathy chuckled, “Finish your drink teach; you’re going to need it.”
“Now?” He stared at her and drained the whiskey, making a face. “Hey, I don’t think I can go again so soon. That was a hell of a load I just let go, and…”
“Sure you can screw some more,” she said, her proud little body moving gracefully as she hiked herself back upon the bed. “I’ll guarantee that baby.
Suppose you just sit there and let me show you.”
And Joey said, “Bow-wow, Kathy?”
“You know it man,” she answered. “Here, I’ll point my ass at you, and-hey Joey, you can try sticking it into my asshole again, if you’re real careful and I can wet the head for you. Not too deep though, okay?”
“Okay,” Joey agreed “I can grease it up by dipping it into your pussy mama. I mean, Mr. Bradburn filled it with come.”
Dallas leaned back and put his hands down behind him for bracing. Looking down, he saw that his shaft was only bent in the middle, and the liquor was hot in his belly now, pumping new strength through his veins. The girl was so damned lovely, he thought; no matter what move she made, or how she twisted her delightful little body, she was always beautiful and desirable.
She set herself on the bed with her knees apart and her shapely ass pointed up at the black kid. Joey inched toward her on his knees, his prick stiff and ready, although it had been sucked dry only minutes ago. Using one hand to guide it, Joey rubbed the swollen cockhead up and down into Kathy’s drippy labia, taking some of the residual lubrication for himself.
Watching closely, Dallas saw the boy prod the slim head of his, prick into the cheeks of that delicate ass, saw it find the tiny indentation and watched it shove, shove, until he thought surely that Kathy would get her toy asshole ripped open.
“It just goes In a little,” Joey warned her, and Kathy pushed back against the knob, saying, “Don’t give up yet; I’m stretching a little more, every time. Oh, Joey that feels so wild, so far out.
And she began to run her fingertips along the tensed flesh of Dallas’s thighs, feeling along them to the nesting of his balls, touching the bone of his penis.
Her hair fell forward over her face as she moved nearer to his prick, blowing warm breath on it, petting the shaft and head so tenderly.
“Going to suck you off teacher,” she murmured. “Going to give you some fine head, while Joey sticks his prick up my ass, or my pussy. I’ll make you come again darling. I promise I’ll make you come again.”
Her lips were hot, and her mouth ravenous; he flinched when she drew the sharpness of her teeth across the skin of his rod, and he felt the head of his swelling cock slide wetly across the roof of the girl’s mouth. She was above it, lowering her face, holding his thighs spread apart, passing her mouth up and down on the stiff trunk of his shaft, and her tongue was doing all kinds of tantalizing tricks over his glands.
“Got to take it out,” Joey said. “I’ll hurt you mama. Here-wiggle your ass some-oh yeah Kathy; now it’s going into your tight little cunt.”
Slowly, in a special voluptuous rapture, Dallas rolled his hips and felt his cockhead bump the cup of the girl’s throat. He gave himself up to the erotic pulling of her mouth.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The kids hadn’t been gone an hour, when Dallas awoke groggily to a heavy banging on his front door. The buzzer sounded loudly, and somebody beat on the door again.
“What the hell,” he mumbled, and stopped to throw on his beat up terrycloth robe before going to the front of the house.
When he opened the door, he saw cops; they weren’t in uniform, but they were definitely cops. Both of them had the weathered look of old gunny sergeants, and about the same kind of softness.
“Dallas Bradburn?”
“Yeah; what do you want?” He rubbed at his eyes and winced. He’d forgotten the cut over his left eye and the bruise under the right one.
The taller man extended a piece of paper. “We have a warrant for your arrest.”
Dallas frowned. “What? On what charge?”
“Aggravated assault, doing great bodily harm. We’ll come in while you get dressed.”
He stood a while longer in the doorway, trying to digest it all. “Am I going to be booked?”
The shorter man moved toward him, making him back into the living room. “Don’t make any trouble mister.”
Dallas asked, “May I make a call from here, or do I have to wait?”
The tall guy said, “We’re not in that much hurry. If you can reach a lawyer on Saturday, go ahead.”
“Thanks,” Dallas said, and picked up the phone. In a few seconds he said, “So!?
Dallas, man. I’m being arrested here in my own house. Assault, they say. Fine, man; I really appreciate it. See you there.”
The short cop was sitting on the arm of the overstuffed chair, surfing the air for the scent of grass, his sharp eyes darting everywhere. “So! Solomon Shapiro. That figures; you’re both long hairs.”
“Is that a charge too?” Dallas asked.
“Don’t get smartass,” the cop said. “I don’t like a smartass hippie.”
The tall man said, “Ease off, Jim; let the guy get dressed.”
“Don’t forget your fucking beads,” the short cop said.
True to his word on the phone, Sol Shapiro met them at the station, and ten minutes later, had bail set and posted. The short cop stared them out of the station and onto the street.