Unknown - High School Scandals

When he parked the bug in his own driveway, he remembered that he was most likely being followed, and that his scene with Selena had also been seen, if not acoustically monitored. At least, the guy had gotten an earful. Whistling, making a show of gathering his briefcase and books, Dallas went into his place and flicked on a light.

Only for a few moments did he consider breaking the date Kathy had set up for them. Of course, that would be the logical thing to do, but he wasn’t being logical any more. He was doing what felt right, and to hell with anything else.

So he took a quick shower, grabbed a sandwich and downed two beers, all done with the TV on and turned louder than usual. Planting open books on a table, Dallas switched on another light, then slipped into a jumpsuit and tennis. He was out of the back door and across the-busy yard in seconds. On the next street, a restored T-Bird waited-Joey Nottingham’s car.

They eased off into gathering shadows, and Joey said, “Be a low rider, man-scrunch down so anybody can see only the top of your head. We’ll be at the pad in a few minutes; going in the back way this time, through the woods and turn around.”

Dallas slumped low in his seat. “I appreciate this, Joey. If I’m being watched …”

Joey laughed. “You never saw that big dude in the parking lot? He’s got fuzz marked all over him. You’re being watched, all right. But the dude is back at your house now; gonna’ be there awhile, too.”

Dallas had to grin these kids were sharp in so many ways. He was glad they were his Mends.

“Party night,” Joey said. “Not a real big one, just a few couples. The chicks said you had to be there, man. There’s the cutoff, through the bushes-if I don’t scratch up my paint.”

“Party?” Dallas asked, sitting erect as they, turned off into the woods.

“Yeah,” Joey gunned “Friday night man, no school tomorrow.”

The week had whizzed by for Dallas, what with his new and fascinating activities; he hadn’t realized the weekend was here.

The house was quiet, and even though Dallas listened hard, he could make out only the soft music of a radio or stereo, turned down to establishment sound level. There was a murmur of voices, but no more than that around some dinner table. If there was a group of kids inside, they were holding it down. Dallas looked around and made out the vague shapes of only two cars, tucked discreetly behind the house, their grills pointing out.

Joey turned the knob and motioned him inside the door. Dallas went quickly, blinking in the soft yellow, light. They moved through the kitchen and he caught the odor of grass, but nobody was smoking when he and Joey went into the living room.

“Hey,” Kathy said, “I told you guys he’d make it.” She was naked, and light gentle as candlelight gleamed in the enticing nest of her pubic hair as she came toward him with arms outstretched. Angel Matthews was a step behind her, polished ebony and eagerness. They took turns kissing him and working at his jumpsuit.

When they stepped back with his clothing, when he stood bare-assed as any of them, he began to recognize faces. There was the silvery blonde girl, Blythe Jackson, a pale flame in the semi-darkness of the room. And little saucy Susan Lee, golden skinned and beautiful, her sloe eyes tilting up at him with that hotly Innocent look; he saw that she had only a wisp of hair on her young pussy.

Four girls then; four, lovely and sensuous kids ready to screw and to be screwed by as many males. Dallas’s eyes made a swift count of the others-Marty Brooke, the lanky kid who never lacked for pretty girls, and Eric Fairmount, the Nordic example of a big man on campus, blonde and blue eyes. And of course, Joey Nottingham, and, the only person in the house old enough to vote, Dallas Bradburn, who was excited to the point of raising a hard, but a little scared, too.

Kathy saw his confusion and laughed. “Teach is a little jumpy, kids. But after all, this is his first orgy.”

They laughed around him, with him, but not at him, and there was the big difference. They accepted him, wanted him to be one with them, to swing with them in that glorious kind of utter freedom. Dallas reached out his arms and gathered in the other girls, pressing the longer, slim length of the willowy blonde close to his straining flesh, feeling the always adapting softness of the little Korean chick caress his skin.

“He said, “I love you both. I love you all.”

“Yeah,” they applauded, and danced with him, kissed him with the fleeting newness of their honeyed mouths.

Kathy Collins said, “Okay-I won’t be greedy. You chicks can screw him first, while Angel and I ball these other guys. But don’t wear out my lover, right?

Save some for me.”

Small hands pushed Dallas down and back, and he stretched happily upon the old couch, ready for the fucking to begin.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world to allow himself to be taken into the circle, to blend with the scents and the flesh, becoming one with the new and lovely girls who wanted him. Dallas sank to the worn carpet, naked and with his prick throbbing, turned on by the mere sight of so much bare flesh.

Glancing swiftly around, he saw the others beginning, to mesh, saw boys with their cocks protruding, girls with the soft light shining upon their hairy little snatches.

Then he was busy up close, for the silvery blonde girl and the cute Korean kid were closing on him, tugging at him, making him theirs for this point in time.

From the corners of his eyes, he saw the black girl and Kathy Collins being handled by the boys, three boys, and was surprised that he didn’t know the slightest pang of jealousy, only a nudging of interest in how five of them were going to swing.

“Teacher, baby,” Susan Lee breathed. “Kathy’s been telling us what a lover you are.”

“Yeah,” Blythe Jackson echoed softly, “and we’re eager to see for ourselves.

All day today, and especially during your class, Mr. Bradburn, I thought about this, about all of us being naked and grooving together.”

They slid into his arms, pressing against him as he sat on the floor, giving him their firm young tits, lifting their damp young mouths for his kisses.

Susan Lee kissed him first, her hands butterfly light upon his cheeks, her lips hotly mobile against his, her tongue darting deeply into his open mouth. She felt small in his arms, but her tits were bigger than Kathy’s, and. when his hand found the humid tremble of her pussy, the wisping of pubic hair there made her seem even younger than she was.

When she pulled away from him, her place was immediately taken by Blythe Jackson, a taller, slimmer girl, all silken and warm. Blythe bit him lightly upon the lips, kissed him with a nipping, nuzzling technique that Dallas found wildly stimulating. The girl ran her tongue over his teeth, slid it between them to caress his own for a wet, hot moment, then tickled the insides of his cheeks.

Cupping her tit with one hand, he fondled her crotch with the other, sliding a fingertip gently into the fluffy cunt hair, feeling the damply yearning labia beneath. Both kids were ready to screw, and so was he. It didn’t seem to matter how he went about it, either, or who he fucked first. But when he began to work his finger into Blythe’s torrid pussy, she pulled back from him, murmuring apologies.

“We swing together,” she breathed, pale eyes holding to his. “And we just love to give head, Susan and me. You can fuck us after, okay?”

Whatever they said, anything they thought, he was willing. Dallas Felt himself eased back down, so that his head was propped against the couch.

His legs were out and spread, and the girls set themselves on each side of him.