Unknown - High School Scandals

“That was great,” Susan Lee murmured at his ear, punctuating her words with the wet flicking of her hot little tongue. “Now suppose you just stretch on out, teacher, and we’ll go on to Phase Two.”

Giggling, Blythe lifted her bright blonde head and the girls arranged themselves while he did as they suggested. But it wasn’t going to be like the time he had shared Kathy and Angel; these girls wanted It differently.

Susan Lee slid close and lifted his head to place it in her lap. Her skin was golden, textured finely, sheened now with a delicate beading of sweat.

The girl’s navel was a faint indentation, cunningly shaped, and he could feel the soft feathering of Susan’s childlike pubic hair against his cheek. She said down to him, her hand stroking his cheek, “Mr. Bradburn-you can eat my pussy while Blythe fucks you. We’ll lie here on the floor in kind of a triangle, okay?”

Anything, everything they might, want was okay. His cock had never gone completely soft, although these sweet kids had done their damnedest to drain off all his life forces through it.

When Susan lay on the carpet, she braced his head in her hands, turning it as she settled herself, lifting one small, wonderfully modeled leg to place his head between her golden thighs.

Before he turned his mouth to taste this new and lightly haired pussy, Dallas watched the burnished blonde kid as she handled his cock in long-fingered hands, as she slid her slim belly in close to his so that she could touch her thick but silken pubic hairs to the head of his cock.

He suddenly thought of her as the Moon Girl, because she was silver and soft, because she spread her delicate gifts with impartial love. And her cunt hair was indescribably downy around the throbbing head of his now anxious cock.

Blythe maneuvered his glands, guiding the knob she had so recently sucked, steering it against the hot lips of her young pussy, setting it there while her svelte ass thrust forward with a wiggle that popped the end of it right inside!

She was blazing hot in there, the greasy tissues of her cunt boiling around his entrapped prick, the elastic grip of her labia tight upon his shaft. His cock slid in and in, until his balls rested in the tender vee of her thighs, up close to the exquisite shapings of the cheeks of her ass.

Then Dallas could watch no more, for Susan Lee’s thighs were pressing his head, urging his face to turn upward so she would know the rapture of his mouth in her frantic pussy. He didn’t want to wait any longer, either, so he snuggled his head more closely into the downy hold of the girl’s legs and tilted his mouth into the steamy slot of her vulva.

It was like sucking a child’s cunt, the hair was so wispy and the pussy lips so smoothly appealing. Dallas licked along them, delighting in the honeyed taste of them, teasing the slippery gash with his tongue. Then he shoved his tongue deeply into her snatch, using it like a prick, burying its length into the juicy heat and bringing his teeth up against the labia.

His lower body exulted in the slow grinding of Blythe Jackson as she stroked wiggling upon his buried cock, using the tight muscles of her narrow pussy to squeeze down on him, then releasing his shaft so she could screw it another way.

Dallas ate joyfully into Susan Lee’s cunt, sucked the delicious meat into his mouth and worked the throbbing clit with his tongue. Dimly, as he sucked and was fucked, he heard other voices moaning, other girls crying out that they were coming, coming.

He went in the same way he’d gone out, through the back, across a neighbor’s yard and an empty lot. Everything looked about the same as when he’d left it, but Dallas had one of those weird premonitions, the same kind of feeling he’d often experienced while on patrol in Vietnam. It was nothing concrete, just a prickling at the back of his neck, and a sensation that something was wrong.

Peering through the drawn drapes, turning down the radio, he saw nothing outside and heard nothing out of the ordinary inside his house. There was no car parked across the street, and it probably had been gone for some hours. The party as the communal pad had lasted for quite a while. Joey Nottingham drove him home, weaving through a crisscross pattern of back streets in a circuitous route that would thoroughly have confused anyone following them.

But still, something was wrong. Dallas searched the house, and that didn’t take long, even though he didn’t know for what he was looking. Dissatisfied, he took his last can of cold brew from the refrigerator and popped the top. Settling into the battered easy chair, he flipped on TV and drank a few swallows of the cold beer.

Watergate was on, what else; he reached for the dial and stopped his hand in midair. Watergate bugging. Dallas came out of the chair and went directly to his phone.

He found the tiny mike buried in the mouth piece and stared unbelievingly at it before screwing the mouthpiece back together. Then he really searched the house, looking everywhere a transistorized bug could possibly be planted, and, that meant just about everywhere.

In the bedroom, Dallas found one, and another in the bathroom; there were two in the living room and another in the kitchen. He didn’t disturb any of them; it had taken him more than two hours to uncover the damned things, but be left them alone when they were discovered. Sweating and angry, he sat down and thought about this new development.

Maybe he hadn’t found all the bugs, even though he had been pretty thorough.

Electronic cuties could outsmart him easily enough, but what was pissing off Dallas was why. It wasn’t only that his privacy was being invaded; it was the idea that a full head of hair and a gunfighter moustache should bring on all this kind of shit. Craig Collins was setting him up for any kind of bust that could be hung on him-pot or contributing to the delinquency of a minor, anything at all to get him fired.

Well, screw Craig Collins. Dallas would see the big bastard dead first. He turned up the TV and went to the kitchen to drop the empty can in the garbage sack. Whoever had followed him home had evidently come sneaking up to see if he was actually there. How much later, there was no way of telling.

Then the private cop had come into the house via trick key or an unlocked window, using the time to wire the premises for sound. The guy had done a fair job of it too, Dallas admitted. And the guy also knew that Dallas had been somewhere else that evening, that he had sneaked out of his own house.

Which would tell the cop something else, Dallas thought it would say that Dallas Bradburn knew he was being checked on. Getting away wouldn’t be as easy; from now on. But maybe that bit of information would prove a two-edged weapon.

The private eye didn’t know Dallas had uncovered the hidden mikes, and he should be able to lay a lot of false trails by feeding crap to the listeners.

Shaking his head, he thought that this had to be Collins; the school board didn’t have this kind of money to spend, so the store chain owner was putting up the bread himself, to get Dallas. And with a sweet, horny little daughter like he had. What the hell would Collins do, if he knew Dallas and a few other guys, blacks included, had been fucking Kathy Collins. Call the Cosa ‘Nostra probably, and put out contracts.

He felt like another beer, but damned if he was going to drive anywhere this late at night to get more. Dallas took a shower instead, and once lying nude and nicely tired upon his bed, he got the good FM channel on his radio and closed his eyes. Damnit, the kids were worth all this hassle. He wasn’t going to let them put him down or chase him out.

Dallas had never been fucked the way the kids were giving it to him, hadn’t even thought that sex could be so wild and free, without hang-ups or jealousy or uptight moral barricades. He had been to an orgy with them, and it had been wonderful. Not only accepted by them, he was part of them, one with them in their grooving on sex. He didn’t want anything to change that. So now his battle had gone beyond the mere keeping of his hair; now it involved his inner core.