It was thrilling for him, and he stroked there for a few highly erotic moments, his balls swinging gently into the natural hair-do, his hands resting lightly upon the upper modeling of Blythe Jackson’s beguiling ass.
But there was more to experiment with, and he crawled around to the other side so he could stick his cock against the furry black mound of Angel while Blythe lapped them both, and that was just as good.
They untangled, the girls coming apart so that he could blend with them. Their delectable little cunts were sliming with their juices, and Dallas took a handful of both as they smiled hotly at him. Angel took his prick in hand while Blythe sucked one of his nipples.
It was too much for Dallas; he had to get into one of those cunts, and when he turned, Angel moved her arched body with a graceful, purely feminine motion, her thighs spread and her shaggy black pussy tilted up for him.
The head of his prick drove impetuously into her cunt, drilling deeply into the slick hole, going all the way home to the roots. He rested there momentarily and flinched when Blythe pushed her head between his thighs with her face up.
Startled, he looked down to see the open mouth reaching for his balls.
Shivering, he saw her take them into her lips and felt the adoring suction there as he moved with short strokes into Angel’s cunt.
Dallas’s entire body went tense at the far out sensation he was getting, his scrotum being sucked and tongued while his prick slid hotly and greasily back and forth in-the tight holding pussy. It was a wild and crazy feeling, and he luxuriated in it.
Blythe opened her lips again letting his balls out, but she kept her tongue busy as he thrust again and again into the sizzling emit The tongue raked wetly along the length of his cock when it came back out of the pussy and followed the slippery pole to his balls, over them to the crack of his ass when he pushed it home again.
Rapture flashed through him, and Angel panted, “Keep it up man. Hang in there with my cunt until you come. Let her lick you, suck you-suck us both! Oh wow mister-I’m not far from getting my nuts. Hang in there teach baby!”
He couldn’t speed up his strokes because of the girl licking and sometimes nipping at his prick and balls, so Dallas held his pace, continued the steady beat even while Angel’s pussy went crazy around his cock, twisting wetly and snapping hotly at-its entire length.
“Oohh man!” Angel cried: out. “Oohh teach! Blythe suck his balls-I-I’m going to come-to COME!”
Her cunt hammered brutally into his crotch, grabbing at his moving prick, and Blythe dug her fingertips into the cheeks of his slowly heaving ass as she pulled his balls deeply into her mouth and chewed lovingly upon them.
Pow! He went off like a cannon. Pow! Pow! Pow! Each, jet of his semen was like a bullet tearing into the searing clasp of Angel’s pussy. His bullets of come were thick and heavy, splattering her vagina and banging stickily-into her womb.
Blythe continued to, suck his balls, to tickle them with her active tongue, and now her bands were fondling his ass, the fingers sometimes trailing into his crack. He thought he was never going to stop coming, and it was a wonderful feeling.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Kathy slipped him a note in class the next day.
He tucked it into his pocket and thought: two more days until the spring vacation, and that was probably why Collins wasn’t coming down harder on him.
The man was playing a waiting game, letting the time off work to his advantage by calming down the kids.
So for these two precious days Dallas intended to let the students decide what they were going to read. Led by Angel Matthews, the class brought their own poetry, and Dallas was pleasantly surprised to listen to a number of the mod writers. He was pleased that the kids were into poetry of any kind, even the angry, formless stuff.
They were reading, they were finding their own delights in literature, pursuing their own thoughts, and wasn’t that what it was supposed to be all about?
Reading or listening, the kids were intense, dedicated to something beyond themselves, and that was a living wonder.
Still, Dallas couldn’t help glancing at the door from time to time, expecting a raid from the PTA, or from representatives of the school board. The vacation, he reminded himself; the enemy was banking on that to protect their lines, and what the hell could he do about it except take a vacation himself?
Out of town, he thought. Once he had been a nut on the outdoors, really digging camping trips. He still had some of the equipment around, and that might be just the thing he needed to get his head straight, a few days in the coastal woods. There was a national forest about sixty miles up the highway where a man could get off and be by himself, to look into himself and see what was happening there.
At lunch, he was ostracized by the other teachers in the lunchroom, and Selena Johnstone pretended he wasn’t alive. He had the special and carried his tray to a far corner, sitting at a small table alone with his books. In one of them was Kathy’s note, which he unfolded and read.
“Lover,” it said in her hurried scrawl which always gave him trouble on test papers, “I hope you had fun with the other kids. Daddy has me grounded and he’s watching me closely, won’t let me out of his sight. I thought about running away, but I can’t leave you. And there’s the class picnic in two more days. You forgot that didn’t you? It will probably turn into a political meeting, and we’d like you to be there. Miss Snow is the chaperon that right? But you know how weird she is. Can you come darling? To the picnic, I mean.”
He closed the book on her note and finished his meatloaf with green peas, drank the tepid coffee and ignored the limp salad. No picnic for him; no involvement with sexy girls when he was trying to figure out what his next move should be.
Back in the classroom with no stopover at the teacher’s lounge, he jotted an answer for Kathy on a piece of scrap paper He told her he was going alone into the national forest for awhile, and why. He wouldn’t be far from town, he said, and would stay close to the coast But he would see them after vacation, and thanks. Chaperone, he added, is spelled with an “e”.
When he got home that evening, after passing the note to Joey Nottingham his phone was ringing. The attack was starting all over again, some of the callers harping on his arrest for assault, some of them taking the new tack and yelling about his using dirty books in the classroom. After the sixth call, Dallas left the phone off the hook.
He polished off some soup and crackers, then checked out the camping gear It was all there although the pup tent didn’t look very waterproof now. It wouldn’t matter, he thought. If a storm came up, which wasn’t likely this time of year, he would pack up and head for home. As he put things together, he began to like the idea more and more and wondered if he wasn’t simply running away from a difficult decision.
No, he thought; he’d decide in the woods whether to quit or not, taking his time and looking at the problem from all angles. And he would do it without screwing any or all of the girls; who could think around them?
The soup didn’t hold him, and he went out again. Camping trip on his mind, he automatically turned into the familiar drive-in. When she came to his car, Dallas said, “Sorry; I didn’t mean to come in here,” and started the motor again.
Dee said, “Wait, please. Look-I-there’s no good in saying I’m sorry because in a way I’m not.” Her eyes were big and soft, and the tight little, blouse outlined the firm, heavy tits as she leaned to the VW window “I mean, about making it with you. My aunt-Dallas, I told her that I wouldn’t testify against you no matter what she wanted me to say. And I told her that if she used that film to pretend you were some kind of swinger not fit to teach the kids, I’d-I would swear you and I are planning, to get married. I mean, that would make it better for you, wouldn’t it?”