We’ll give ‘em the shits tomorrow, but this afternoon, just hang loose.”
The other girls were getting undressed, too. Beautiful black Angel, her high fits standing proudly, their dark raisin nipples erectile and thrusting; silvery blonde Blythe Jackson, taller than the other girls, her hair glowing, her body very pale and syoimetrical; dainty Susan Lee of the golden akin and the almond eyes, with rounder, heavier tits and the little sprig of pubic hair; and of course, scarlet Kathy, sweetly Impish, bouncy as any garden sprite, ready to fuck at the mere mention of the word.
She was the leader today, and grinned at him as she had the girls pirouette for him, posing and posturing, shoving their lovely bare asses out, jiggling the artistry of their young tits. Kathy said, “We’ll give you a real ride, teacher-baby. All of us will line up, and you just keep going until you come in somebody.”
“Hey,” Susan Lee said, “that’s not fair. I mean, he might get hung up and stay with one of us too long. How about making it a rule that Mr. Bradburn can only take three strokes at a time? That way, he can move on to the next pussy quicker, and we can build him up to a real orgasm.”
“Good idea,” Blythe laughed. “Something like the time we ganged up on Eric and held him down.”
Kathy giggled with Angel, and the black girl said, “Yeah, poor Eric thought we weren’t ever going to let him come. Every time he started to wiggle, whoever was riding his cock just jumped off, and let him cool down all over again.”
Eric said, “It wasn’t all that damned funny. Suppose that big load I built up had backfired?”
“Then,” Angel laughed, you’d have blown your ass off.”
Goosing each other, pinching and slapping playfully, the girls arranged themselves on the floor, holding hands, their legs veed wide and their feet touching. It was a beautiful sight for Dallas, and the other guys were interested too. They were all naked now, all the boys and girls, and a tension was building in the room, despite the facade of casualness and the joking.
Four small flower faces turned toward Dallas, and four gorgeous little emits glistened up at him, beckoned the probing of his stiff prick. He moved to the first girl, to Kathy rolling her trim hips and tilting the treasure of her pussy for him.
“Look at those four fine cunts,” Marty Brooke sighed. “All of them just snapping.”
Dallas didn’t feel awkward as he knelt between Kathy’s spread legs; he felt honored and blessed and lucky as hell. Stroking her flesh, running his hands softly over Kathy’s belly and her mound, he reached back up for the charm of her small, round tits and fingered the nipples there.
Cock in hand, he eased forward and set the head of it into the waiting, already damp hairs of the girl’s lovely pussy, feeling the curls of her red pubic hairs and the deep throbbing of her fight vagina as it ached for his meat.
“Put it in me darling,” she panted. “Shove that beautiful prick all the way home, so I can feel your balls against my ass. Bury the meat in my pussy, lover; stick it deep, deep.”
He obeyed her, sliding the knob into the fight grasp of her lubricated emit, pushing it into the elastic clenching of her labia, reaching all the way up into that narrow little box until he touched bottom. With his swollen cockhead in the cup of Kathy’s womb, Dallas hesitated for awhile, until her delighted squirming reminded him of the rules of the game.
“One,” he breathed raggedly “and two-” pushing his hard cock back into the slippery depths of her vibrant snatch. She hunched hard against him, lifting her pelvis to grind it into his crotch.
“T-three!” he grunted, and pulled out his prick hastily, before the muscles of her educated emit milked him down.
Susan Lee was next, her ripe but small body palpitating with eagerness. He leaned to kiss the nipples of her tits as he worked in the head of his cock. He couldn’t shove in the knob without feeling that he was putting it to a kid ten or eleven years old; that lack of hair made him feel that way; but the smooth richness of her pussy turned him on nevertheless.
Into her honeyed slit he went, slipping his prick deep as she bucked up at his belly, digging her heels into the worn carpet and spreading her knees. “Oh, teach! Teach, baby-you have a terrific cock, man-oh yes, yes. It goes all the way-nice and long, and sooo hard!”
“Fuck her man,” one of the other guys grunted. “She’s burning up.”
From both sides of him as he drew back his cock, bringing it out of the suctioning pussy almost to its flared head, Dallas heard the voices chant softly in unison: “Two!”
He fed it into Susan Lee, stuffed his stiff rod all the way to the cervix, sliding the way that the Oriental girl writhed on his shaft as it impaled her, digging the way she clenched the cheeks of her silken ass.
“Three!” the chorus reminded him, and he snatched it back because Susan was trying to gobble it some more, trying to make him keep it inside her vagina.
Sitting back on his heels, he saw the gleaming head of his prick with the love oils on it, and swore that it was twice its usual size.
He had to hold tight awhile, because already he was afraid any more direct action would force him to pop off. Joey Nottingham grinned at him knowingly as lie let it cool, and Dallas wondered why he should be ready to come after only six strokes, dividing them between two different tight little cunts.
That was the answer he thought, the variety, the excitement of sliding his hard meat into the hungry pussy’s of two girls. And two more waited.
Taking a deep and steadying breath, Dallas climbed over and got balanced as he stared down into the silver haired cunt of Blythe Jackson. It looked somehow ancient, because of the strange color of its pubic hair, but its texture was youthful.
It was like preparing to stick his cock into a grandmother pussy, Dallas thought, yet like approaching a very young girl also.
His bulb trembled into the caress of those platinum hairs, and found the precious carnality of her cunt lips. Blythe’s vulva seemed to reach out with pouting labia to pull in his rod, and it penetrated deeply. She was hot inside, and steamy; her snatch was narrow and tight, almost virginal. He backed off for another long, slow thrust, and yet another.
Blythe fooled him by not fighting his withdrawal. She lay quiescent, only a faint rippling of her flesh betraying her high excitement. Dallas brought out his cock, glad for the cool air that laved it, and looked toward his next flick, Angel Matthews.
Black and wiggling, she lay here smiling brightly at him, her fine young body gleaming with eager sweat. She looked like a savage ready to spring at him, like a primitive ready to devour him. And her pussy was thickly bushed, heavily furred, its pink lips peeping from the forest of her pubic hair.
“Come on man,” she whispered urgently. “My cunt is jumping. Get it in me teach.
Put your fat cock in my jumping cunt baby. Make me know you’re fucking me long and strong.”
Her hands reached up at him, and he felt blindly for her blazing hole with the head of his cock as she twisted and swiveled. He slid off her box and along the crack of her ass, then recovered himself and got it steady for the pistoning effect that sent his shaft burrowing into her terrific body.
His second thrust met her as she bucked violently up, and she clung to his rod when he slipped her the third stroke. But she played the game, and only rotated her ass hungrily when he took his meat out of her inch by ultra-sensitive inch.
Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth, Dallas made it through the prescribed number of lunges In Kathy Collins’ active pussy, and by concentrating frantically upon the multiplication tables, he got by Susan Lee, even though she was flinging her rounded little ass around in crazy circles.
Blythe cheated a little when she lifted her long, slim legs to wrap them hotly around his body. He touched bottom in her shallow, quivering pussy also, and when he pulled it back after the third lingering push, the head of his prick was threatening to explode.