Unknown - High School Scandals

Into her honeyed slit he went, slipping his prick deep as she bucked up at his belly, digging her heels into the worn carpet and spreading her knees. “Oh, teach! Teach, baby-you have a terrific cock, man-oh yes, yes. It goes all the way-nice and long, and sooo hard!”

“Fuck her man,” one of the other guys grunted. “She’s burning up.”

From both sides of him as he drew back his cock, bringing it out of the suctioning pussy almost to its flared head, Dallas heard the voices chant softly in unison: “Two!”

He fed it into Susan Lee, stuffed his stiff rod all the way to the cervix, sliding the way that the Oriental girl writhed on his shaft as it impaled her, digging the way she clenched the cheeks of her silken ass.

“Three!” the chorus reminded him, and he snatched it back because Susan was trying to gobble it some more, trying to make him keep it inside her vagina.

Sitting back on his heels, he saw the gleaming head of his prick with the love oils on it, and swore that it was twice its usual size.

He had to hold tight awhile, because already he was afraid any more direct action would force him to pop off. Joey Nottingham grinned at him knowingly as lie let it cool, and Dallas wondered why he should be ready to come after only six strokes, dividing them between two different tight little cunts.

That was the answer he thought, the variety, the excitement of sliding his hard meat into the hungry pussy’s of two girls. And two more waited.

Taking a deep and steadying breath, Dallas climbed over and got balanced as he stared down into the silver haired cunt of Blythe Jackson. It looked somehow ancient, because of the strange color of its pubic hair, but its texture was youthful.

It was like preparing to stick his cock into a grandmother pussy, Dallas thought, yet like approaching a very young girl also.

His bulb trembled into the caress of those platinum hairs, and found the precious carnality of her cunt lips. Blythe’s vulva seemed to reach out with pouting labia to pull in his rod, and it penetrated deeply. She was hot inside, and steamy; her snatch was narrow and tight, almost virginal. He backed off for another long, slow thrust, and yet another.

Blythe fooled him by not fighting his withdrawal. She lay quiescent, only a faint rippling of her flesh betraying her high excitement. Dallas brought out his cock, glad for the cool air that laved it, and looked toward his next flick, Angel Matthews.

Black and wiggling, she lay here smiling brightly at him, her fine young body gleaming with eager sweat. She looked like a savage ready to spring at him, like a primitive ready to devour him. And her pussy was thickly bushed, heavily furred, its pink lips peeping from the forest of her pubic hair.

“Come on man,” she whispered urgently. “My cunt is jumping. Get it in me teach.

Put your fat cock in my jumping cunt baby. Make me know you’re fucking me long and strong.”

Her hands reached up at him, and he felt blindly for her blazing hole with the head of his cock as she twisted and swiveled. He slid off her box and along the crack of her ass, then recovered himself and got it steady for the pistoning effect that sent his shaft burrowing into her terrific body.

His second thrust met her as she bucked violently up, and she clung to his rod when he slipped her the third stroke. But she played the game, and only rotated her ass hungrily when he took his meat out of her inch by ultra-sensitive inch.

Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth, Dallas made it through the prescribed number of lunges In Kathy Collins’ active pussy, and by concentrating frantically upon the multiplication tables, he got by Susan Lee, even though she was flinging her rounded little ass around in crazy circles.

Blythe cheated a little when she lifted her long, slim legs to wrap them hotly around his body. He touched bottom in her shallow, quivering pussy also, and when he pulled it back after the third lingering push, the head of his prick was threatening to explode.

“Hurry baby!” Angel hissed, and wrapped her hotly wiggling body around him, a dark serpent striking at his crotch with the furry little cave between her polished thighs. She was avid and she was clawing him like some feral cat, raking his back and pounding his ass hard with her heels.

He got it buried into that whirl pooling pussy, got it shoved to the balls inside that juicy box, but not much more. She bit his throat and groaned, “Oh daddy! Oh wow-man, I’m coming, coming! Uh! Uh-uh-uh! Oh man-you’re tearing up my pussy. Oh, it’s so good, so GOOD.”

Then he went off. His cockhead vibrated like a plucked guitar string, and the semen came rushing through with a roar, a hissing stream of come that showered her clinging vagina with its boiling cream, with the sticky richness of a man’s inner core. His balls leaped against her flexing asshole, and Dallas wallowed in the grasp of her strong young legs.

Angel lifted her face, and her mouth was hot, sucking in his tongue and raking teeth across his. He could barely breathe, for she drank his wind as her pussy was gulping his semen. She moaned into his mouth, tasting of sweet wildfires, flavored by the spices of her honest carnality.

“Man, oh man,” Joey breathed in awe. “That was some fine fuck, you guys. I thought you were going to screw yourselves right on down through the floor.”

Dallas closed his eyes and smiled, melting in the girl’s sultry embrace.

Mr. Kingston pursed his thin ups, and his eyeglasses flashed as he tilted back his head and peered up at Dallas from behind the big desk.

“You’re bringing disgrace upon the school, Bradburn. Why won’t you have the common decency to resign, and let the rest of your fellow teachers do their usual quiet jobs?”

Dallas sat down without being asked. All that fucking was taking it out of him; he had probably lost three or four pounds since he began swinging with the kids in his class. It was a hell of a way to go, he thought; maybe weight watchers or fatties anonymous might be interested in the method.

He said, “Mr. Kingston, in this country screwed up as some parts of it may be-a man is still presumed to be innocent until proven guilty. I haven’t been brought to trial.”

The principal rubbed his fingertips together. “I can plainly see the results of our brawling on your face.”

Patiently, Dallas said, “The other guys did the attacking; I defended myself.

And I’ll prove it in court.”

Kingston’s eyes flickered. “Can you? That remains to be seen, but all this scandal, the police cars circling the school, parents calling me and demanding-yes, demanding that you be removed.”

“Easter vacation is coming up,” Dallas said. “Things will have a chance to cool off by the time it’s over. I’m not enjoying this either, you know. No more than I did that little episode with the coach.”

Kingston looked down at his hands. “Mr. Parnell exceeded his instructions, I would say. If ever he received any. Then you still stubbornly refuse to leave us, and clear the school’s good name!”

“You called it,” Dallas said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a class.”

“Perhaps,” the principal said. “I understand there is a high rate of absenteeism this morning.”

As Dallas crossed through the secretary’s office, he heard the drums, and the clash of cymbals. Above the sudden noise rose the sound of chanting, but he couldn’t quite make out the words. He moved down the hail and opened a window at its end.

Below in the schoolyard, the kids were marching-two or three hundred of them, he thought, and more people running from all directions, to join the parade.

The march wasn’t going anywhere, just around and around, but it was getting louder by the second.