Unknown - High School Scandals

“Let him alone!” they chanted. “Let him alone! Don’t hassle Mr. Blackburn!

Let-him-alone!”

He grinned down at them, and they yelled louder, their shouts and the roar of the band instruments echoing among the buildings, bringing heads popping out of second and third story windows.

They waved signs, crudely and hastily lettered signs that were an integral part of picketing, of demonstrations. They chanted and banged their drums and clashed the cymbals ad waved their signs, and of course nobody heard the bell ringing for homeroom classes.

“We dig Mr. Bradburn,” one sign read, and another said, “Mr. Bradburn is groovy,” and yet another announced. “Be fair to hair!”

Dallas felt good. He looked down upon the eddying, yelling kids, and he felt pretty wonderful. They were backing him up, standing behind him in his fight to retain his individuality, and they didn’t mind raising a little hell to help him. They were great kids.

He turned from the window and confronted the livid face of Burdett Kingston.

The principal looked as if he might have a stroke, and Dallas thought that wasn’t such a bad idea, either. Kingston was spluttering, trying to say something, but the noise was too great to hear what it might be. Dallas smiled and shrugged and walked on to his classroom, where his own group of students would be, when they decided to wrap up the demonstration outside.

Behind his own desk, Dallas leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head.

Would the newspapers and the local radio stations make as much of this uproar as they had of his bust? Even if they didn’t, the word would spread all over town, and though he’d had no hand in this, he was getting in some licks of his own.

Looking at the ceiling, he was relaxed and loose. The junior grade riot outside didn’t seem all that important, when compared to the freedom, the ultimate sharing, that the kids had made him a part of the night before.

Fucking four sweet and lovely girls, all in a row; that had been something to remember for the rest of his life, no matter what happened otherwise. Four beautiful teenage kids, who knew more tricks about screwing than he had ever thought about-or taken the time to learn. Dallas thought about a class in copulation, and smiled dreamily; his girls had already graduated cum laude, and were well qualified to teach.

He had sat back for a little while, after throwing his first foaming load into the devouring pussy of the black girl, Angel. It gave him a chance to watch the boys stick them too. And the fucking turned into a game of round robin that brought his own well-used cock into a state of erection.

The boys lined up-Joe Nottingham first in line, followed by Marty Brooke and Eric Fairmont. Joey kneeled between the sleek legs of Kathy, and prodded the shining black head of his long, slim cock into the welcoming red hair of her wet pussy. TI others waited their turn to pass through the lineup of three wiggling girls impatient for more screwing.

When the black boy had taken a few thrusts into the hotly squirming body of Kathy Collins, he pulled out his glistening cock and moved over to Blythe Jackson, slipping the knob of his shaft easily into her eager, silvered box.

Marty Brooke took his place between the shapely thighs, pushed his chubby prick into, the slot Joey had just stroked. There were two couples fucking then, and Dallas watched them, seeing the humping of the dark ass as Joey fed the meat to slim and willowy Blythe, while her legs lifted to ensnare his body, pale white legs on black skin.

Lean and long, Marty folded himself over the small form of Kathy, slipping the cock to her. She hiked her trim ass and took the prick into her narrow snatch, murmuring endearments to her new lover, to the third man who had been between those luscious thighs within a matter of minutes.

Blythe was complaining, and Joey was disengaging from the grasp of her highly trained cunt, only to move over and be greeted by the velvet legs of Angel Matthews. There it was black upon active black, velvet upon velvet, and Dallas saw they flicked well together.

Marty climbed over a tangle of legs to top Blythe, and they met violently, wrapping together in a mutual hunger. That left Eric to fuck Kathy, which he did with a will. Holding to the modeled cheeks of her ass, the boy rolled Kathy back upon her shoulders and really hammered home his cock. He slammed it into the tight, hot little pussy and his balls made wetly slapping noises against her ass.

All the girls were moaning; all of them squirming and heaving, all with pricks working solidly within them, and Dallas saw that there’d be no more exchanging of partners.

They were too deeply into their mutual fucking to swap around now. Pumping and pounding, the boys poured the prick to the receptive girls, their asses lifting up and down, the wrinkled sacks of their balls swinging. And the girls took them happily, grinding and twisting, upon the impaling cocks, working their clits along the hard shafts of meat, throwing their tails around to absorb all that was being thrust into them.

Dallas found himself clenching his own shaft, hand tightly clamped about the heavily veined cock that wanted to go again, that was ready once more to sample the hot, wet loving of all those scorching young cunts.

“C-coming!” Kathy said hoarsely, in that little girl voice. “Oh, Eric-I’m coming!”

Watching, Dallas saw her hike her ass for one more stroke, saw it hesitate while her uplifted thighs quivered in the throes of her orgasm. He saw the cheeks of the boy’s ass clench, and knew that the kid was loosing a flood of boiling semen into the girl’s miniature pussy.

Then Angel Matthews cried out: “Oh man-oh man! Fuck me, fuck me-fuck me!”

And Blythe Jackson let go a piercing sound, a wail that was wordless, but packed with all the sensuous meanings there could be. Dallas glanced at her and saw her feet waving in the air, high over the boy’s shoulders. He saw a seepage of come shining upon her pussy hairs, and a little puddle of semen that grew beneath the flexing cheeks of her slim ass.

They lay quietly for some time, the three couples tied together in steamy and juicy couplings. Dallas played with his cock, his fingers gentle over its distended head, feeling the faint stickiness there. The kids had to recover, but from experience, he knew that wouldn’t be very long; they were marvelously resilient.

Coming apart, Eric and Kathy sat up, kidding each other with murmuring remarks Dallas couldn’t make out. Then Blythe and Marty separated, but the girl turned herself so she could lean down and plant a lingering kiss upon the creamy head of the prick that had just been taken from her box.

Joey and Angel were last to break, coming apart with a sloppy noise that told of much semen being released into the girl’s thirsty pussy.

“Look at teacher,” Blythe said softly, moving toward bun at a sexy crawl, on hands and knees. Her tits hung down, their nipples pointy and pink. “He’s got another hard-on.”

“Do something with it,” Susan Lee suggested. “Or let me, since I didn’t get screwed as much as the rest of you.”

Blythe was very close, nodding, swaying her head from side to side so that the pale cascade of her platinum hair moved like a pendulum. Her face poked from its misty veiling and she touched the head of Dallas’s cock with feather soft lips.

“Okay Susan. But do something different with him. You know, honey-show him how you’re built.”

Dark-eyed and golden skinned, Susan Lee sat with her hands cupping her small fits. Her lips looked pouty. “I don’t know; maybe Mr. Bradburn wouldn’t dig it that way.”

“Sure he would,” Blythe promised. “All the guys do, and I just wish I could take it there. Maybe if I keep trying.”