He watched the early news on TV and ate one of the burgers before she showed up. She came quietly, hidden by the hedges and protected by the ornamental shrubs until she could scratch at his back door. But when he let her inside, she wasn’t alone. Angel Matthews was with her.
“Don’t look so shook up,” she smiled, lifting to her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Angel is my best friend, and if anybody has been watching me, she’s a real good cover. Wow! Listen to me talk like some kind of Mafia doll.”
He was stiff in her arms, so she let go and wrinkled her cute nose, sniffing the air. “Burgers? Far out.”
As she went to the oven, Dallas looked at the black girl. Angel was standing hipshot, her miniskirt just covering her upper thighs, and she smiled at him.
He dropped his eyes, saw the dark velvet of those well turned legs and gnawed at his lip. What the hell did Kathy have in mind, bringing her buddy along? It was bad enough yesterday, when that Brooke kid had probably been let in on the secret by driving Kathy out to the gang’s hidden pad. It was worse now, exposing him to this other young girl, and in his own home.
Angel said reassuringly, “Don’t worry, man. I’m no fink.”
“No way,” Kathy agreed, putting sandwiches on the table. “Come on, Angel-hungry time.”
“Now and later,” the black girl said, and Dallas blinked down at both of them as they casually started eating.
Dallas popped the top on a can of beer and drank it down chugalug. That seemed to call for another, but he took it much slower on the second.
Kathy said, with a fleck of catsup at the corner of her mouth, “We hear you bounced the coach around pretty good.”
“What?” He stared at them. “How could that word get around so fast?”
She took another bite of her sandwich, and her tongue made a dainty, licking collection of the catsup. “Oh, Eric Fairmont broke a shoestring and came back about the time it was happening. He says you kind of zapped Mr. Parnell, but that coach started it. Is it more about not cutting your hair, Dallas?”
He nodded and sipped beer. “Something like that.”
Angel Matthews said suddenly. “The bastards. What can we do to help, Mr.
Bradburn?”
Shaking his head, Dallas said, “Nothing, I imagine. They’re trying to harass me into quitting, but the hell with them. I’ve been hassled before.”
Kathy got up from the table, stretched in a way that shoved her small but lovely tits hard against the thin material of her blouse. She went to the door and checked its lock, then peered closely at the drawn drapes. Her next stop was the stereo, where she put on some albums. Hitting the overhead light switch, she left on the small lamp beside the couch.
“In case you’ve still got hang-ups,” she said to Dallas, and began to strip off her pantsuit.
He glanced quickly over at the other girl, at Angel, and saw her rolling her slim hips to get out of her miniskirt. What the hell, he wondered, then saw it clearly. They were going to swing with him together. Both girls meant to screw him. The idea burst within his head like a strobe light, giving off a great white flash of illumination, and he could feel his cock leap erect.
In his fantasies, he had often dreamed of fucking two girls, of having a pair of delightfully naked bodies crawling over and under his own. But even in Nam, where the whores were available and willing for the right price, he’d never experienced two girls at once.
Dallas stood uncertainly, his eyes flicking back and forth from girl to girl, seeing the now familiar but always exciting body of Kathy Collins, watching the new and intriguing nudity of Angel Matthews. One red-haired pussy, proudly set between slim little-girl thighs; one dark pussy, fluffed with wiry black hair, tucked provocatively between rich black thighs, full thighs, yet sleek and shapely.
Angel was a few inches taller than Kathy, and a few pounds heavier; she stood like a pagan bitch goddess, her feet apart and her tits arrogantly high, aiming the bushy appeal of her crotch at him while her hips made slow, ticktocking movements.
Fumbling at his clothes, he wondered briefly how he would go about it, if he would screw them in turn, or what. He had never fucked a black girl, and Angers ready cunt was drawing him to it, the magnet of her furry snatch beckoning the iron hardness of his swollen cock.
But Kathy was still as delicious as ever, still as charming, a pixie out of some highly sensuous tribe of fairies, ever ready to feed on forbidden honey.
They were both beautiful girls, he saw, one as desirable as the Other. He gave up trying to pick one.
Giggling, Kathy said, “You’re tried three times to get your shorts off; let me.” And as she pulled them down over his legs, she said, “Leave it to us, darling. Angel is just as eager for your fucking as I am, and you’ve never screwed her, so…”
They drew him down upon the worn carpet, a black velvet body and a white satin body, flashing teeth as they laughed, eyes all bright as they plunged into this new adventure. Dallas was trembling, his shaft up and out, hard as a vault pole and a hell of a lot less pliable. He lay back as they caressed him, as two pairs of quick, light hands slid deftly over his naked body, exploring the crevices of him, searching the hummocks and the planes.
Into his crotch they went, stroking along his anus and making flames shoot along the underside of his prick; The black girl kissed him then, and her tongue was a serpent striking hotly, striking wetly at him. Her panting breath warmed his mouth, and her tongue felt his teeth, over the roof of his mouth, along his cheeks. All the while, her firm, glossy body was wiggling on him, her tits against the left side of his chest, the nipples hard.
And on his right side, Kathy Collins was brushing the impossibly soft, deep and feathery mound of her humid pussy up,and down the outside of his thigh. Her ups nuzzled under his ear, then passed down his throat, and her hands were always busy, busy.
“Sweet, groovy teacher,” she murmured, fondling his balls, his scrotum. “Some of the kids thought you would be too old for real swinging, but I always knew you were hot and strong.”
The dark lips lifted momentarily from his own. “Me, too,” Angel said huskily.
“I always wanted to dig you, Mr. Bradburn, and here I am.”
There wasn’t a hell of a lot he could say, and Dallas didn’t trust his voice, anyway, so he kept quiet. Not still, because that was a physical impossibility; his entire body was flinching and shivering, his muscles going taut at the softly probing caresses be was receiving from both girls.
Damn, he thought; these kids were older and wiser than he was; they held all the ancient knowledge of sex, and were smart enough, open enough, to use It freely and fully. They had no hang-ups that he knew about, and they sure as hell loved to hick. He tried to relax and let them do as they pleased with his flesh, but his skin twitched when Kathy kissed his shoulder and began to lick down his rib cage.
And he heaved slightly when Angel stuck her wet tongue into his, ear, also knowing that his asshole bad snapped tight at the same time.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Just stay right there on your back,” Kathy said. She had her thighs placed next to his head now, from the rear. Turning his eyes, he could see each succulent little mounding of savory flesh, and could sense the pressure, however light, of her crotch against the top of his head.
And Angel Matthews was sitting astride his legs, moving her woolly snatch against the base of his upright cock, teasing herself by pressing it to his balls, then backing it away coyly. The feel of it fascinated him; he had never known cunt hair of that texture, all wiry-soft. Dallas was anxious to get the head of his prick into It, into another exquisite sixteen year old pussy that was hot and willing.