Dallas moved up the girl’s waiting body, his knees beside her chest now, looking down at the darling little tits, at the intense face with its torrid pink lips waiting, too. Her eyes stared up and locked with his own, passionate eyes, direct and unashamed, glowing with. a sensual vibrancy.

She touched his sack, her little fingers moving around and under it like quick butterfly wings seeking nectar, searching pollen. She stroked the underside of his cock as it loomed high above her, feeling along its length in soft fondlings that made Dallas tremble in excited response.

Of all the girls in his classes, of all the tight bottomed, braless titted kids who swung their asses at him and showed their thighs to him, he had to choose this one, the most dangerous one. They all meant trouble to a teacher, because most of them were underage and hotter than Chile Rellanos, and if he had a damned bit of sense, he’d still be avoiding them like the ticking tune bombs they were.

But no; Dallas Bradburn had to let his dick get hard for this special kid, this red-haired temptress with the sultry purple eyes: And of all places to lay her, here be was in his own apartment. Damn! Craig Collins would get him lynched first and legally dismissed from his job afterward, while he was still swinging from the crossbar of the football goalposts.

“Ummm,” Kathy Collins breathed, running her fingertips lightly over the shivering head of his stiff cock, and he just didn’t give a damn about her daddy or the school board or anything else in a screwed-up world.

There was only the beautiful, willing girl, and the new universe revolved about her now. He dropped his weight upon his heels and presented the head of his shaft to her lips. Kathy’s fingers curled lovingly around the pole, and her soft lips kissed the blunt tip.