Something touched his cheek, and he turned his face to see little Susan Lee crouching over him, the wisping of her cunt hair catching the sun like a polished black mirror.
“You can make room if you try,” she said gently.
Blythe lifted her head back, and Angel moved too, so that Susan could get her bent knees in, so that her almost-smooth crotch could cover Dallas’s mouth. The reddened lips came down slowly, and as he peered into them, he thought of the dicks that had been in them that day, including his own. Then the warmth blotted out the world, and he tasted her sweetness, her love in the steamy tissues of her vagina.
He was surrounded by young love, by the sensuous wigglings and squirmings of girls. His prick slid back and forth in Blythe Jackson’s pussy, and Angel Matthews was teasing his ass with the strokings of her cunt, while his face was buried in the ticktocking snatch of Susan Lee. It was good, good, and he gave himself up to the complete eroticism of the moment.
When Susan gave a series of soft little hunches on his mouth and his tongue licked happily across the vibrancy of her clitoris, he heard voice calling out that she was coming, coming. The words were mulled by the clench of her thighs.
Dallas fed it deeply, strongly into Blythe’s suctioning pussy, feeling the head of his shaft distending, growing ever more sensitive. Blythe stepped up the rhythm, banging her pelvis into his, rotating her slim ass and milling down his pistoning rod.
He shuddered and stiffened out, his cock flexing and spitting, A spate of hot fluid rushed forth to inundate the girl’s womb and again, in only slightly lessoning squirts, the blobs of his come packed into her quivering cunt. She kept thrusting, and as his semen stopped hissing from the head of his prick, Blythe bucked in the frenzy of her own orgasm, her ass drawing tight.
Groovy,” Angel said in his ear. “Groovy for all of us teach-for everybody.”
Susan Lee hiked her wet crotch from his face and Dallas said, “I understand.”
“Good,” she said, kissing his damp cheek, kissing the Korean girl’s thigh.
“It’s important that everybody understands.”
They parted gently, his cock easing wetly out of the moon colored pussy, thighs and tits and arms leaving his body so Dallas could turn over onto his back and put his hands behind his head.
He heard laughter off to the right and smelled hot dogs, being roasted. To his left there was the slap of a hand on a bare ass and an outraged yelp that turned to a giggle. The kids were being natural doing their things all around him. Some of them had probably watched the tangle he’d just gone into, but others had shrugged off the fucking as just another scene. Fun and eating and playing and sex-all normal, everyday functions.
Would his own generation ever learn to accept it as such and not insist on trying to hide such a loving, giving function under misleading labels?
Dallas sat up and found his clothing where Blythe had neatly piled it He dressed and pulled on his thick shirt, finding a sheaf of photos in the pocket.
Pausing, he looked them over one by one. They were good, clear shots of Angel going down on the huge cock of Craig Collins, the black girl’s mouth looking stretched and uncomfortable, the man’s eyes staring at her as she sucked him off.
And the close-ups of Collins with his beautiful red-haired daughter straddling his supine body such a look of rapture on Kathy’s face, so much meat forced up into her mini-pussy. There were different angles, different approaches, and all of them showed exactly what they were meant to… Craig Collins fucking his own daughter.
Tucking the pictures back into the pocket and buttoning its flap, Dallas walked over to where Joey Nottingham was sitting. The new girl was in his lap, her fingers trailing fondly down the boy’s crotch. He said to Joey, “I’d appreciate it if you’d gather up all my gear after Kathy and her father come out of the brush, okay? And I guess you can give him back his rifle. Thanks is too mild a word to say to you Joey-to you and Eric. You saved my hide.”
Joey grinned. “Tough breaking in a new teacher. Yeah man-I’ll be happy to pack up your gear. You going to town?”
Dallas nodded “See you later.”
He walked around the long way not wanting to come up on Kathy and her father, but wondering what the hell they were doing all this time. Maybe they were going through the entire sex scene, moving along from fucking to eating cunt and cock, to doing sixty-nine after they had screwed in all the positions.
Father and daughter, making it and balling and learning to know each other’s bodies, making up for all the lost time.
Climbing down the hill and reaching the shoulder of the coast road, Dallas walked toward the curve around which he had parked his car. He wondered how long Kathy Collins had been fucking. Twelve, thirteen years old? She could have started then, if not actually screwing then fingering herself to a climax and progressing later to actual cock. Some lucky kid, he thought, had taken the cherry without realizing what a prize he had.
Maybe her father should have fucked her first. Then Kathy would have been the complete wife substitute, taking the place of her mother In every possible way, including riding her daddy’s prick. But they had gotten around to it, even if Collins had to be forced into the act he had craved, yet dreaded.
Rounding the curve, Dallas saw the turnoff ahead and hiked toward it. Maybe things would generally be cleared up if all fathers could screw their daughters, if all mothers could teach their young sops how to fuck, as they taught them everything else.
There up the dirt road and off behind the clump of pines he saw the bumper of the VW. No more worrying about the car being followed, he thought. Collins had trailed it for the last time, and instead of killing a man, had gotten to lay his daughter-a fair trade, Dallas conceded.
They were waiting for him at the Volks, the sun touching her fine hair with gold to complement the scarlet there, touching the man’s craggy face with something like softness.
When he hesitated, Kathy ran to him, the elf in faded blue jeans and a boy’s shirt with no bra underneath, barefoot and saucy as a woods sprite ought to be.
She flung herself against him, and in glad reflex, Dallas’s arms went around the small, perfect body holding it pressed to his own.
“Dallas-Dallas-they said you were leaving.”
Not looking across at her father, he stroked the silken richness of her hair “Thought I’d better. Everything seems to be all right now, so I thought…”
She drew back from him, removing the delicious pressure of her crotch, the exquisite touches of her breasts. “You were running away, copping out!”
“In away,” he admitted.
She tugged at his hand “Come on over here to daddy.”
Collins said, low in his chest, face down, “I-I wanted to blow your head off Bradburn. But Kathy made me see that was because I was so damned jealous of you. I wanted to-to make love to her myself, and I hated your guts for being able to when I couldn’t or thought I couldn’t I’m sorry Bradburn.”
Dallas said, “Okay.”
Looking up, Collins said, “And for that other crap too. I guess that was all part of my frustration. I was taking it out on everybody, but I won’t bother you again, and neither will the rest of the board-or Kingston. I’ll see to that.”
“That’s good too,” Dallas said, still holding hands with Kathy, reluctant to let go. But there was something else he had to do. Releasing her hand, he reached to his shirt pocket and unbuttoned it.
“Here,” he said, holding out the packet of photos in full, living color. “You might want these. There are no other copies, and I was going to tear them up anyhow.”
Kathy took them, glanced down, then back up at Dallas and at her father. “See daddy? I told he was a great guy. He wasn’t going to blackmail you with these.”