Unknown - High School Scandals

“You can go jack,” the other one said, dropping Dallas’s license and registration on the front seat.

“Thank you,” Dallas said, and they stared cold eyed at him for a long, tight moment before climbing back into the prowl car and roaring off.

Damn, he thought, the roust was on in earnest. If he so much as spit on the sidewalk, he could plan on being busted for it. They had been after any sign of grass, no matter how small. Since he wore long hair, it stood to reason that he also did pot, by their thought processes. But they had found nothing this time.

Next time, some cop not too choosy might plant some seeds, or as much as a bag.

It wouldn’t he all that tough to bust him, if enough of the police really wanted to. About all he could hope for was that a goodly percentage of the force was reasonably honest, and would leave him alone. Maybe some of them wouldn’t sit still for a raw frame, Dallas hoped to hell that was the case.

Carefully, watching his mirror, he drove across town and out to the beach road, turning swiftly when no other car was in sight behind him and moving back toward town. He pulled a couple of more tricks designed to shake any tail he might have acquired, and passed the woodsy turnoff twice before suddenly whipping into it. Even then, he parked for ten minutes beneath the spreading branches of an oak tree, waiting to see if anyone turned in behind him. When no car showed, or no too-casual stroller appeared, he drove a short way, turned the VW in a wide spot, and headed it back out for the main road. Then he walked in.

The back door eased soundlessly back when he put his hand out to it, so he ducked inside and stood in the house quietly, adjusting his eyes to the semi-dark.

They whispered around him, girl voices and boy voices. Hands led him into the living room, that small and remembered room where they had shown him his first orgy. The girls were all there, the four he knew so well-Susan and Blythe, Kathy and Angel. The regular boys were along, too-Joey and Marty and Eric.

Kathy said, “We heard about the bust. Did they keep you long?”

“Yeah,” Joey wanted to know, “and did they beat on you man?”

Dallas told them how it had been, giving them a quick and concise rundown on the hassle, too. He warned them not to bring anything to school, and asked if they’d set up a warning system among the kids to let him know when strangers were hanging around the school.

He sank back on the couch and stretched his legs Little Kathy sat down beside him, her hip pushing his; she put one arm around his neck. “I’m sorry, Dallas.

About my father, I mean… I wish he wasn’t such a bastard, but I don’t know what I can do about him.”

“You’re not your old man, Kathy,” lanky Marty Brooke said.

She touched Dallas’s cheek. “Poor guy, they’re really giving you a bad time.

We’ll do whatever we can about it, tomorrow. But right now, we’ll have us a little party, to take your mind off everything.”

“I had an idea it would be something like that,” he said. “But I didn’t see any more cars parked out back.”

Joey laughed. “We all came in one, to confuse the man. And It’s parked like a mile from here, just incase.”

Kathy leaned forward and kissed him, dipping her hot, sliding tongue in and out of his mouth. Then she jumped up and shucked out of her jeans and shirt. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, no bra and no panties, and the sight of her finely textured, flawless skin was a gift to Dallas. He never tired of the sight of her small, naked body.

His eyes were growing accustomed to the dim lighting, and he saw Joey flick on a radio for cover sound. The boy said, “Every once in awhile, one of us will make a round, check outside to see if anything is happening. Just relax man.

We’ll give ‘em the shits tomorrow, but this afternoon, just hang loose.”

The other girls were getting undressed, too. Beautiful black Angel, her high fits standing proudly, their dark raisin nipples erectile and thrusting; silvery blonde Blythe Jackson, taller than the other girls, her hair glowing, her body very pale and syoimetrical; dainty Susan Lee of the golden akin and the almond eyes, with rounder, heavier tits and the little sprig of pubic hair; and of course, scarlet Kathy, sweetly Impish, bouncy as any garden sprite, ready to fuck at the mere mention of the word.

She was the leader today, and grinned at him as she had the girls pirouette for him, posing and posturing, shoving their lovely bare asses out, jiggling the artistry of their young tits. Kathy said, “We’ll give you a real ride, teacher-baby. All of us will line up, and you just keep going until you come in somebody.”

“Hey,” Susan Lee said, “that’s not fair. I mean, he might get hung up and stay with one of us too long. How about making it a rule that Mr. Bradburn can only take three strokes at a time? That way, he can move on to the next pussy quicker, and we can build him up to a real orgasm.”

“Good idea,” Blythe laughed. “Something like the time we ganged up on Eric and held him down.”

Kathy giggled with Angel, and the black girl said, “Yeah, poor Eric thought we weren’t ever going to let him come. Every time he started to wiggle, whoever was riding his cock just jumped off, and let him cool down all over again.”

Eric said, “It wasn’t all that damned funny. Suppose that big load I built up had backfired?”

“Then,” Angel laughed, you’d have blown your ass off.”

Goosing each other, pinching and slapping playfully, the girls arranged themselves on the floor, holding hands, their legs veed wide and their feet touching. It was a beautiful sight for Dallas, and the other guys were interested too. They were all naked now, all the boys and girls, and a tension was building in the room, despite the facade of casualness and the joking.

Four small flower faces turned toward Dallas, and four gorgeous little emits glistened up at him, beckoned the probing of his stiff prick. He moved to the first girl, to Kathy rolling her trim hips and tilting the treasure of her pussy for him.

“Look at those four fine cunts,” Marty Brooke sighed. “All of them just snapping.”

Dallas didn’t feel awkward as he knelt between Kathy’s spread legs; he felt honored and blessed and lucky as hell. Stroking her flesh, running his hands softly over Kathy’s belly and her mound, he reached back up for the charm of her small, round tits and fingered the nipples there.

Cock in hand, he eased forward and set the head of it into the waiting, already damp hairs of the girl’s lovely pussy, feeling the curls of her red pubic hairs and the deep throbbing of her fight vagina as it ached for his meat.

“Put it in me darling,” she panted. “Shove that beautiful prick all the way home, so I can feel your balls against my ass. Bury the meat in my pussy, lover; stick it deep, deep.”

He obeyed her, sliding the knob into the fight grasp of her lubricated emit, pushing it into the elastic clenching of her labia, reaching all the way up into that narrow little box until he touched bottom. With his swollen cockhead in the cup of Kathy’s womb, Dallas hesitated for awhile, until her delighted squirming reminded him of the rules of the game.

“One,” he breathed raggedly “and two-” pushing his hard cock back into the slippery depths of her vibrant snatch. She hunched hard against him, lifting her pelvis to grind it into his crotch.

“T-three!” he grunted, and pulled out his prick hastily, before the muscles of her educated emit milked him down.

Susan Lee was next, her ripe but small body palpitating with eagerness. He leaned to kiss the nipples of her tits as he worked in the head of his cock. He couldn’t shove in the knob without feeling that he was putting it to a kid ten or eleven years old; that lack of hair made him feel that way; but the smooth richness of her pussy turned him on nevertheless.