Chapter 6
In front of the steps that led up to the massive, old college library, four pillars jutted out of the ground and pointed toward the heavens. They were each about twenty feet tall and looked like the ruins left over by some terrible disaster. In a way, they looked silly, but they were nice to lean against on a cool, autumn night while Kim was waiting for Brad to come out of the library.
The blonde was wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans and she knew she looked sweet and sexy, especially when she raised one sneakered foot and put it flat against a pillar. She stretched out her arms and touched another pillar with her fingers. She had had a few weeks of classes in courses such as psychology now. She knew all about phallic symbols, and the tall pillars were very phallic indeed.
She kept glancing out of the corner of her eye at the young guy who sat on the steps leading up to the library. If she had been of a different frame of mind, Kim thought, she might have found the guy cute. He had black, curly, rebellious hair, the kind no brush could control. And he was tall and thin too. Sure, he wore big, round glasses, but even they were cute, Kim thought.
And he was staring at her as she stood there between the pillars, probably trying to work up the courage to get up and walk toward her and speak to her. It would be a shame if he did work up that courage, the sexy blonde thought, for she would have nothing to do with him. She wanted only older men. She was staying faithful to her boyfriend at another college by spreading her legs only for Brad and maybe a guy like Brad-but certainly not young guys.
And the guy on the steps of the library might even be younger than she was, Kim thought.
Finally, she saw Brad coming down the steps from that library and she smiled at him. She pushed herself away from the pillars and yearned to run to him and hug him and kiss him. But Kim controlled her emotions.
She knew she could not go around kissing teachers in public.
Brad came toward her and smiled.
"Hello, Kim," he said. "I am sorry I kept you waiting. I had just a bit of research to do."
"That's all right, sir," the blonde said softly. "I didn't have to wait that long."
Then, to Kim's surprise, Brad turned toward the thin kid with the curly hair and waved at him.
"Come along, Dallas," he said. "This is the girl I want you to meet."
The the thin guy with the glasses got up slowly and came down the library steps too. He strolled toward Kim and Brad as the blonde stood there and wondered just what the fuck was going on.
But Brad did not seem to be any mood for explaining. He just grinned and put one hand on Kim's shoulder and the other hand on the shoulder of the kid with the curly hair.
"Come along, children," he said. "Daddy is going to teach you two a few things about life."
The boy named Dallas grinned as they started to walk toward Brad's apartment. Kim was confused by this new turn of events, but she went along too.
When they got to that apartment, Brad fixed drinks for all of them. Kim found herself sitting next to Dallas on a sofa and still wondering what that boy was doing here. She kept her eyes on Brad, but she could feel the curly-haired boy staring at her, grinning at her.
When Brad had passed out the drinks, she noticed that Dallas only sipped on his. The boy was obviously not used to liquor. Well, Kim could not fault him for that. She was not used to drinking cither.
But Brad took a long drink of his liquor and then sat down in a chair across from the sofa. Finally, he started to explain things.
"Dallas here is a poet," he told the sexy, little blonde girl. "A virgin poet."
Then Kim glanced at Dallas and she saw the young guy blush a little.
"He has a good technique as a poet," Brad said. "He chooses his words well. But you can imagine how shallow his poetry is, with his being a virgin and all."
Brad took another drink from his tall glass and continued.
"I noticed the shallowness, the lack of real subject matter, the lack of real understanding about the world. And I confronted Dallas with my findings. He admitted to me that he is a virgin. Of course, he is only eighteen. I am sure there are many eighteen-year-old virgins on the campus right now. But Dallas has poetical skill, and I feel I should help him to learn more about life."
By now, the boy sitting next to Kim was actually shivering a little. He was growing nervous, but he was still grinning at the blonde.
"Actually, little girl," the man said to Kim, "you are the one who is going to help Dallas learn more about life."
Now it all made sense. Now it all came together in Kim's mind. Brad wanted her to fuck this young guy. Now it was Kim's turn to be nervous.
How could she explain to Brad the difference? How could she tell him about her spiritual bond to her boyfriend on another campus? Her sexual relationship with Brad did not break that bond with Harry, her boyfriend, but, if she went to bed with Dallas, this young, virgin male, then something would be severed in a terrible way. How could she find the words to tell Brad and Dallas what was in her heart? And how could she do it without hurting the curly-haired guy's feelings? They were probably sensitive feelings, Kim thought. Virgin emotions are usually very sensitive.
But Brad did not even notice her sudden anguish. He just said, "Dallas is like a son to me, and you are like a daughter, Kim. Therefore, like a good father, I will sit and watch the two of you and make sure everything goes well."
Brad wanted to watch them fuck!
The idea made Kim's blue eyes grow wide with surprise. And she could feel Dallas shivering beside her even more.
Before the blonde even realized what was going on in her brain, she was asking the question in her soft, little-girl voice--the voice she used often with Brad:
"Do you want me to do this for you, Daddy? Do you want your little girl to do this to make you happy too?"
"Of course, my dear," the man said. "It will make me very happy if you help out your brother in this way."
Her brother? Yes, Brad saw his spiritual, poetry-writing son as her brother, for she was his spiritual, sexy daughter.
Suddenly, all thoughts of her boyfriend vanished from her head. If Brad was going to watch and enjoy this sexual encounter, then she was really doing it for the older man-not for the nervous boy who sat next to her. And, if she did it for Brad, it would be all right.
Dallas would be nothing more than a sexual tool for Brad's pleasure and her pleasure too. He was a living, breathing guy, but, in this game, Kim could think of him the way she might think of a dildo. She had allowed Brad to use a dildo on her one night. Now she would allow Brad to use Dallas on her too.
Kim lifted her glass of liquor and drained it. Then she smiled.
"Let's do it, Daddy," she said. "I'll fuck my sweet, sexy brother for you."
About a minute later, they were all in Brad's bedroom. Kim noticed that the man had picked up a lot of the books that were on the floor around the bed and had stacked them on the shelves at the side of the room. He had also pulled a chair up close to the bed. Of course, he would sit in that chair while he watched his sexy, spiritual children fuck.
Kim and Dallas were sitting on the edge of the bed, and the blonde girl was smiling at the dark-haired boy.
"Have you ever felt a tit before?" she asked.
"A real tit on a girl?" the young poet muttered. "No, I haven't."
Kim felt the rush of the liquor warming her brain as she pulled her sweater up and over her head. She had not worn anything under that sweater. She dropped it on the floor beside the bed and turned toward Dallas and reached out for one of his hands.
She guided that hand to her left breast. "Feel me," she said. "Feel me while daddy watches us."
At first, the boy's hand just lay there on her breast, but then something started to happen. Put a male's hand on something soft like a female breast and he naturally started to caress it with his fingers.
Cindy closed her eyes and pursed her lips as she felt those fingers on her tit.
"Nice, very nice," she said. "Feel the nipple too. That is very sensitive."
And Dallas touched that nipple with his fingers and made it hard and bumpy with excitement. And he was a quick student too, she found. Soon he was moving his other hand to her other tit and feeling that mound too.
"Oh, I bet his poetry-making machine is already getting well-oiled," Brad said as he cased down into his chair. "I know his poetry is going to be filled with tits from now on. The softness of life and the sexiness of life. And it will be your softness and sexiness, little girl. Your daddy is very proud of you."
With those words, Brad urged Kim on in a very special way. The hands of Dallas were still on her tits when she touched the young guy's face with her fingers and looked into his glasses, looked into his eyes.
"You've kissed a girl before, right?" she said.
"Oh, yes," Dallas said. "I'm not completely without experience. Just almost completely."
"Show me how you kiss, my brother," Kim said softly.
And, when Brad heard the blonde refer to the guy as her brother, he moaned and rubbed the crotch of his pants.
Dallas put his mouth on Kim's and gave her something like a kiss. But it was quick and didn't have much passion in it. He needed a few pointers on kissing too, the blonde decided.
"Relax your mouth," Kim said, "and try to communicate to me all of the nice things you feel right now with your kiss. like this."
As the blonde moved her face close to the face of Dallas, she slipped her sexy fingers over his neck and worked those fingers through his dark curls. She pressed her soft mouth against his mouth and felt him relax a little a bit.
As he relaxed, Kim opened his mouth with her tongue and worked that tongue into his mouth. She touched his tongue with her own and felt his arms go around her.
Yes, Dallas was already learning, she thought. As he shared this soft and sweet kiss with Kim, he pulled her close and let her naked tits move against his chest. Together, the girl and the boy fell back onto the bed and soon Dallas was kissing her face and moving his hand over her fine, sweet tit.
Brad watched the way the lad touched the girl and smiled. Dallas had the touch of the poet, he thought, and now he was giving that poet's touch to Kim. In Brad's brain, Kim and Dallas-the blonde girl and the dark-haired boy-were a sister and a brother, sharing sexiness while their daddy looked on like some kind of king in the house. And Brad was that daddy, that king.
The blonde girl moved away from Dallas and smiled down on him. She moved her fingers over his shirt, unbuttoning it with quickness. She opened that shirt and moved her face down to his thin chest. She kissed a male nipple and licked it with that quick tongue that he already had grown to know so well.
Then Kim helped Dallas raised up a bit and she slipped the shirt from his shoulders. After he had taken off his shirt, the curly-haired lad reached out with both hands and massaged her tits some more. like most males, he liked the feel of breasts against his fingers. That softness probably echoed back in his brain to some half-remembered . sensation from childhood, Kim thought, some wonderful feeling from a time when the world seemed whole and pure and safe.
The girl spoke softly to the lad.
"Let me lie back, my brother. Then you can suck on my nipple. A girl-likes to have her nipples sucked by a guy."
Dallas believed her, and, as Kim lay back on the bed, he moved his mouth down to one of those nipples and planted his lips on it. He kissed the nipple in the new and passionate way that Kim had taught him to kiss. Then he pressed his mouth against that sexy, pink spot and started to suck. As he sucked her tit, Kim slipped her fingers through his dark curls again and smiled at the man who sat there in the chair watching them.
"Daddy," she said to the man, "my ittlc brother is learning quickly."
Yes, Braid could see that Dallas was earning quickly. As he sucked on one nipple, he moved his fingers over Kim's other mound and massaged her. He knew without being told that a real stud had to keep the sensations moving in both breasts of a sexy girl.
Kim moaned to Dallas as she sucked and touched her.
"Oh, little brother, you are going to be such a stud. I can tell already. You are going to be just as good as Daddy, and he is the best stud I have ever had."
When she said that, Brad felt proud, and, in his warm, manly pride, he rubbed the crotch of his pants.
Kim slipped her fingers out of the young guy's curly hair and down his spine. She touched his soft flesh and then worked her hand over his buttocks. She massaged his butt through his pants until he took his mouth off the tit and looked up at her.
"Should we get really naked?" he asked.
Kim smiled down on him and nodded. "Yes," she said, "really naked. It is always best when you are really naked."
"I thought as much," Dallas muttered. Dallas moved away from the girl and opened his pants as he kicked off his shoes. He pushed his pants down as Kim pushed her jeans down too. The two of them tumbled about on the bed, stripping off their clothes, as the man in the chair watched them with fevered eyes.
When they were naked, Kim saw that Dallas' rod became a nice size. And it was half-hard with desire already. The blonde reached down and touched that prick with her fingers as Dallas turned his attention to the honey-colored hair that grew above the girl's pussy.
He had never seen such sweet-looking hair before. It was dense and looked soft, like something you would put in a pillow that you would sleep on. Suddenly, the very idea of a pillow changed for Dallas, and he knew he would have to write a poem about lying down to sleep with your head on the soft pussy hair of a sexy female. He was not sure what a poem like that would truly mean, but it was an image that captivated him, and he knew that image would not leave his brain.
Then he heard Kim speaking to him.
"Come on, little brother," she said with her fingers around his dork. "Touch my pussy. Make me feel good down there. Get to know my cunt."
The young guy's hand trembled as he moved it toward that honey-colored hair. He ran his fingers through that hair first, touching its softness and feeling the urgently female flesh under the hair. Then he slipped his fingers down between Kim's out-stretched thighs and felt a wetness. At first, he thought that the blonde might have pissed on herself. But then he realized that the wetness was something sweet that was coming out of her cunt, seeping out like oil bubbling up from a well.
Then the man in the chair spoke to him.
"Get down there and look at that cunt, Dallas," Brad said. "Study it. Figure out for yourself the poetry of pussy."
Dallas moved on the bed until he was lying with his head on Kim's soft thigh. He did study the cunt. He looked closely at the pink lips of the twat. They looked a little puffy and ragged, and a fine bit of that cunt-hair grew around them, as if the hair wanted to protect the opening.
The blonde reached down between her legs and put her fingers on her pussy. She spread her fingers and spread those lips too. It was then that the fine, sweet aroma came out of the cunt and slithered in the nostrils of the young man.
Dallas never smelled a perfume like that one before. It was so natural, he thought, and yet it was sweet too.
"Put your finger in me, little brother," the blonde moaned. "I like to have a stud's finger in my pussy before he puts his cock into my hungry twat."
Dallas moved his finger into her cunt slowly. He could feel something that seemed to vibrate around his finger, and he could feel the sweet flesh of the inner walls of her pussy.
The blonde moaned softly as Dallas slipped his finger deep into her twat. Then she spoke to him again.
"Work it back and forth, little brother," she said. "Work your finger back and forth and really get to know my cunt. That will make it better when you fuck me."
When he fucked her!
Dallas thought about that sweet thing that was on the horizon and he smiled as he worked his finger back and forth in her loving twat.
And the man in the chair sniffed the air and smelled that perfume too. He closed his eyes and listened to Kim's moans as Dallas fingered her.
He was very lucky, Brad thought, very lucky to have such a sweet, little girl at his disposal.
In fact, the teacher thought he was the luckiest man in the world.
He rubbed the growing hardness in his pants and sighed as he thought of all the good luck that had come his way. And he was happy that he was sharing that good luck with Dallas now-sharing that sexy, fine luck with a poet of the future.