And speaking of big hards, he said to himself as he mounted the back steps, where was little Kathy Collins? She didn’t seem the kind who would put him on; she was as eager for screwing as she had made him. The girl had rekindled a flame in him, one that he thought might have fizzled out, and she was opening him up to himself, as well as to a sexual freedom he hadn’t known existed;
He lifted a hand to knock on the back door, but it swung open before he could reach the wooden panel, and he saw her piquant face framed there, saw the saucy laughing eyes and the tempting pouty mouth. Her hand darted out and drew him quickly inside.
She was against him then, pressed to him at thighs and pelvis, lifting herself on tiptoes to do so, pressed into his lower chest with the twin points of her firm young tits.
Her mouth lifted to his, sweet and burning, and a flash passed through his head of what she had done with it the night before, of how this hungry little bitch-princess had sucked on his cock. His tongue probed deeply, and hers writhed against it, her lips mobile and her teeth threatening to lance him.
“Wow!” she sighed, pulling back with obvious regret. “I really missed you, teach. All day long, I kept remembering all we did last night, and I had to keep my thighs clamped tight together because I was burning up. And when I bad to sit through English and watch you move around.”
“I know,” he said. “After awhile, I was afraid to stand up.”
She laughed, a bright, sparkling peal of happiness. “I knew you had a hard on.
I could sense it. But I’m glad you didn’t show it to the other kids; not yet, anyway. I’m greedy. I want you to myself for awhile, Dallas darling.”
“For just awhile?” He was just making conversation while he looked around.
Following her through the tidy kitchen, he went into the living room, another small layout that was neatly kept and cared for. Two couches and a low table just about filled the room, and the drapes were tightly drawn.
“Sure,” Kathy said. “You weren’t thinking of marriage, were you, teacher? My daddy would shoot us both, and anyway-I have a lot of swinging to do yet. Maybe later on, darling-when I’m like thirty or so?”
He laughed with her. “Sure, when you are a thirty year old bag.”
She was working at her dress, hiking the skirt and wiggling. He stared at the shapely small legs, the delicate lines tanned from summer just past, but not enough to overlap the rich cream and rose tones of her skin. She wore panties, but not for long, and they came flying out to land at his feet.
“Everything is locked up,” she said, drawing the dress over her head and showing him that she still wasn’t wearing a bra. “You don’t have to worry about getting caught here with me. I’m supposed to be grabbing a bite in town, then hitting the books at the library. Blithe and Angel will cover for me, if my father calls up there. So we have a lot of time, teacher dear. Nobody will bother us here tonight; none of the kids are coming around, so we can fuck all we want to.”
He peeled out of his own clothing, hurrying, his fingers clumsy and his cock rising to its full length and thickness. The head of it pointed at the sleek young body before it, pointed like a bird dog and throbbed a silent signal.
Kathy dropped to her knees, turned and presented her trim ass to him as she also placed her hands on the floor. “I haven’t had it this way from you, Dallas. Not the ass, since you’re far too big for that, but bow-wow, please sir-please, teacher?”
“You lovely little bitch,” he said, and dropped down behind her, avid as any dog sniffing a bitch in heat.
“Yes,” she agreed, and rolled her ass to entice him more.
Dallas didn’t need any urging; she was hot and ready and he was impatient for another screwing of her magnificent small body. Behind her, he slid close as she spread her knees, and took her by the hips. Caressing them, easing his hands over and around her beautifully modeled ass, he stared down into the silken cleft and the little brown dip almost hidden there. For the first time in his life, Dallas Bradburn really wanted to stick his cock into an asshole.
But since that was impossible, he did the next best thing and moved the aching head of his prick down by hand, guiding it longingly into the red pubic hair snuggled between the delectable thighs. Gently, he prodded with it, and Kathy helped him by lifting her ass, by reaching back between her legs to take hold of his shaft and steer it to the humid, shuddering entrance of her pussy.
It was a crazy, wild feeling when she rubbed the sensitive head up and down in her pubic hair, up and down into the wetly sliding lips of her young cunt, teasing him just a little. Then, as his fingers tightened upon that impossibly slim waist, and as his balls swung to touch electrically against her satin skin, the girl inserted the blunt tip of his cock into her juicy little opening shoving back and down upon it.
Slowly, his glands penetrated that rubbery wet hole, making the cunt lips spread themselves to take him in, forcing its way up into the sizzling heat of that softly willing body. In Dallas went, and in some more, while Kathy sighed and braced her hands hard upon the floor.
He was socked home in her pussy then, buried all the way into the clenching heat, shoved deeply into the torrid grip of her eager snatch. His balls swung between her veed thighs, and the cheeks of her exquisite ass were tight against his crotch. Dallas backed gently out, and; she squirmed as the swollen head reached her inner labia once more. With a sharply demanding wiggle, she rammed back, forcing his prick to slide full length into her cunt again.
That set the pattern, made the rhythm for their slow and sensuous fucking; he would pull out, and she would take back his cock. Dallas leaned down upon the small, perfect body, and as they stroked together, reached around to take her compact tits in both hands, to nuzzle into the deep scarlet hair that smelled of woman musk and silken depths.
“Lovely,” Kathy moaned. “Oh, yes-lovely prick so hard and thick. I love it, teacher-I adore your prick in me, and I adore you. Fuck me, teacher darling; screw me until I can’t breathe for being so turned on, and then fuck me some more.”
He fed her the meat she craved, pumped it more strongly into the tight clasp of her pussy, ground it around so that he was certain it was caressing her expanded clitoris. The girl humped it to him, rolling her hips and sucking in her belly at every long, hammering stroke.
“Yes, baby!” she panted. “Oh Dallas, baby you’re packing my body with your cock, filling my cunt with all that lovely meat, and I-I-I’m going to come, Dallas-come!”
He felt her pussy muscles bite down upon his rodding prick, felt the slippery juices flow heavier, and slammed his shaft home time and time again with increasing power. She moaned and heaved beneath him when his own orgasm hit, when the force of his climax exploded the hot semen far up into her cunt.
Squirting the thick, rich come into her pulsating vagina, he filled the narrow, tight hole with the stuff. Dallas clenched her ass, wiggled his cock once more into the foamy tissues, and felt another burst of semen rise from his balls. He couldn’t seem to stop coming, and it was good, so good that his breath rasped in his throat and his body vibrated from head to toe.
“Ah yes, darling,” she breathed. “Oh there, there-so far-out, so groovy. I can feel the head of your prick twitching, feel all that nice, hot semen in my pussy. You’re fabulous, teacher-just fantastic!”
He said throatily, “You’re pretty fantastic yourself, Kathy Collins. In fact, you’re the finest lay I ever had.”
She lifted her upper body, squeezing back into his lap, holding his cock prisoner within her cunt. Turning her head, site looked back over one shoulder.
“Am I really, Dallas? Am I really a better fuck that even those groovy Vietnamese chicks?”
He backed gently out of her, rolling her to one side as he did so; his prick left her vagina with a wet plopping noise. “Better than anyone,” he said.