Unknown - High School Scandals

There were no more rocks, and he went in at a run, mouth wide to suck air lifting from his feet in a karate kick and catching one burly guy on the shoulder with it, The big man spun around and down, but the other one banged Dallas along the head.

Dallas sprawled and rolled, coming up in a spray of damp sand. He kicked out again, wishing he wore boon Dockers instead of the soft tennies. The second man took the shot on a hip and staggered, but the burly guy was sitting up by then, so Dallas bounced once and kicked him in the head.

He hurled a handful sand into the man’s face, and slammed him a good shot in the mouth with a hooking left hand. Then suddenly he was down with the whole side of his head vibrating; the reinforcements had arrived.

Somebody hit him in the chest, and he fired back with both bands, banging away in a soft belly that fell aside. He took another rap on the head, and another, and barely wheeled off the knee that was trying to nut him. There was the taste of blood in his mouth when he went down, and he remembered to roll, roll, with one hand cupping his balls and one arm wrapped around the back of his head.

Into the waves he went, catching a blurred glimpse of a big foot that drove savagely down for his head and missed by inches; Spitting salt water, he came up again, crouched and running, and the piece of driftwood was solid when he caught it in his right hand.

Head-down, he rammed into a body, almost fell, caught his balance and swung the driftwood club it made a soggy noise when it landed, and a man yelled hoarsely.

Flailing around him, Dallas drove them back. Then he plunged through them like a fullback, chopping the stick of water-heavy wood, shoving it like a spear at a man’s cursing face. He was almost to the car when somebody caught him from behind and slammed him into the metal body of the bug.

Dallas caromed off, wheeled to land the club once more, and had it jerked from his grasp. He put a foot into someone’s balls, leaped forward and caught someone’s head so he could rake spread fingers at the bastard’s eyes.

They hit him twice in the head and several times in the body, but he got a full-armed swing into a throat with the edge of his hand, and that thug was out of action for the day, if not forever. Dallas got his head cleared and his hands up in time to beat off another attack, but it seemed easier now. When his eyes focused, he saw two guys on their backs, one holding his crotch and the other clutching his throat while he gagged.

Slipping a punch, he got in close and ripped viciously at the man’s belly, snapping the top of his head up. The guy’s teeth slammed together and his head whiplashed back. Gasping, spitting blood, Dallas moved at the remaining man.

The guy backed a few steps, then turned and ran heavily back up the beach.

Inside the bug, everything seemed to move in slow motion, but Dallas finally got the motor started and backed to where he could turn the VW around. He drove slowly for awhile, his ears buzzing and his eyes sometimes blurred. But he made it home in fair shape, and into the house where he fell across the bed.

Kathy Collins said, “The sons of bitches. They might have killed you, baby.”

And Joey Nottingham added, “Yeah-four dudes hammering on you, that can do you in man. You were lucky to get away. Who do you think put them on you?”

Dallas winced as the girl dabbed antiseptic onto a cut eyebrow. “Craig Collins, I think. Sorry, Kathy.”

She blinked down at him, her fine young tits brushing his head as he leaned back m the chair “You think my daddy really-yeah; I guess he would, at that I apologize for him, Dallas.”

He touched her arm. “He’s a great man; he created you.”

“That’s sweet,” she said, “but it doesn’t change the facts. First the coach gets set on you, and now this. Oh, wow. How dirty can they fight?”

Joey grunted. “Real mean, I guess. Did you bust any of them up man?”

Dallas nodded; the girl’s hands felt cool on his bruised face. “A couple, I figure. It was all pretty confused for awhile. But why did you kids show up here?”

“NO sweat,” Joey said. “We slipped in around the back. Kathy wanted to come to your pad, and she wanted me to come with her. I hid the T-bird three blocks away.”

The girl said softly “I wanted you teacher. I didn’t get to swing with you last night, and I wanted you today, to kind of make up for it. And Joey-well, I thought the three of us might make-it together, since you haven’t tried it that way; two guys and one chick, I mean.”

Joey said, “But if you’re too beat up man?”

Dallas sat up carefully. “I hope I’m never that beat. Give me time for a couple of quick drinks, and I’ll be right with you. But maybe it would be better if we go to the bedroom, and after-we can hook up the bugs again. If we didn’t find them all, we’re in trouble.”

Kathy said, “Teach, you are something else. I mean, with all the crap coming down on you, here you are, still willing to ball with us. Your house is hugged and those bastards hurt you, and yet you want to make it. Somebody is probably watching your house right now, but you don’t give a damn.”

“Oh,” he said, “I give a damn, all right. But I care for you kids more. So let’s make it. Wait-I’ll turn on the stereo for cover noises, and let’s check out all the locks, all the doors and windows.”

In the bedroom, he sat naked on the bed and watched the girl peel down, seeing her tits bob into view, their deep pink nipples hard and eager. Her flat belly and small hips were beautiful, and he was always intrigued by the lovely red curls of her pussy hair, the shape of her sleek young thighs.

He was gambling with everything, Dallas knew, betting that some slobs wouldn’t break into his home while he and the kids were screwing, betting that that they’d temporarily disarmed all the microphones, and that nobody had seen Joey and Kathy sneak inside. But what the hell, he thought, seeing the boy step out of his shorts with that slim, black cock rising; it wasn’t all that often that a man got a chance like this. So to hell with the snoops.

Kathy came to him and he opened his knees, sitting on the side of the bed. She passed into them, and her sweet, firm tits were just the right height for his face to nuzzle into them. Her feathery emit pressed into his belly, already making slow, wiggling movements.

Arms around his neck, she pressed his mouth tightly into the soft giving of her warm breasts, and Dallas rubbed his mouth over them. He drew a nipple into his lips and played his tongue over it, luxuriating in its girl-flavor, in the quivering of it. She stroked his hair, running her fingertips over his scalp, making soft, crooning noises.

His prick was hard and swollen, stretched to its full length and to its expanded girth, the head throbbing and sticky on its tip. Kathy dropped one hand from his shoulders and caressed his cock, then bent it forward, pressed it down so that he could slide it between the silken promise of her thighs.

The head lifted and probed the cleft of her delicate ass, snuggling against the tiny asshole it could never enter. Dallas fondled the cheeks of that fragile ass, her haunches tickling the palms of his hands and setting the tips of his fingers on fire.

“Ease back Dallas,” she panted. “Wiggle back on the bed so I can climb on top of your gorgeous prick.”

He needed no further urging, and when he was stretched out, she poised above his supine body, one knee on each side of him, the gleam of her pussy calling to his prick. But even though she handled his stiff cock, she didn’t set it into her snatch yet. Instead, she nodded to Joey Nottingham.

The boy climbed on the bed also, staying on his knees, his body polished ebony, his young shaft poking the air. Kathy Collins cupped his balls in one upturned palm, and her pink tongue slid out to caress her lips with a hungry, sensuous motion.