Unknown - High School Scandals

Susan Lee asked softly, “Have you ever done it the back way teacher? In the ass, I mean?”

Dallas caught his breath. “No-not since I was a little kid, trying to get it into another little kid.”

“Would you like to?” Susan asked.

He said, “Of course darling. If you’re sure I won’t hurt you.”

Blythe giggled. “Susan is built real small, like all Korean women, she says.

But her asshole is just about the same size as her little cunt. She’s been fucking all the guys that way, too. Which makes her the only real three-way chick in the group.

The rest of us are trying, but so far it hurts a little too much.”

Kathy came drifting up. “If you don’t, like the idea…”

He glanced around at the waiting faces, and knew that even if he didn’t really dig that kind of sexual action, maybe this wasn’t the time to say so. But he thought that over, and decided that honesty was the only way to go with these open kids, and that being phony in any way would turn them off.

Dallas said, “I think I’ll like it fine; if I didn’t, I’d thank the lovely Miss Lee for her offer and ask her to try something else with me, if she felt like it.”

There were murmurs of approval, the nodding of heads, and Joey said, “Right on man.”

Kathy said, “Let’s leave them alone. I don’t mean alone-alone, but backed off enough so they can swing without us getting in their way.”

“I’m going to get in your way,” Joey promised, and took Kathy by the ass.

Sloe-eyed, soft and appealing, Susan Lee turned herself slowly so that her shapely ass faced him. Looking back over one shoulder as she balanced upon hands and knees she said, “It helps if you make your cock slippery, especially on the head. My pussy is still drippy.”

Going to his knees, Dallas moved close to the girl, his heart beating wildly in his chest, his entire body eager for this new adventure in sensation. The girl was so willing, so ready for him to mount her from behind. He barely took time to run his hands over the golden cheeks, to know their lustrous softness, before dipping his fingers into the barely, haired cleft of her cunt.

He rubbed his fingers around the damp labia, getting them greasy with the girl’s love oils. His cockhead tingled when he transferred the warm juice to it and laved the swollen glands. Going back for more, he oiled the shaft of ins cock all the way clown to the balls that were busily manufacturing semen for the upcoming release.

Carefully, his body taut, he set the greasy head of his prick into the dainty cleft of the girl’s neat ass using one hand to guide the blunt end into the little dark brown hole.

“Bradburn!”

Dallas snapped out of his daydream and sat up straight iii his chair. Mr.

Kingston had lowered himself so far as to come all the way from the sanctum sanctorum, to visit a homeroom.

“Bradburn, damn it-is that your idea, that-that uproar outside?”

“No,” he answered, “but it seems to be a pretty good one.”

“You have to stop it,” the principal insisted.

“The press is coming-I’ve had so many calls.”

“Why me?” Dallas asked. “I figure just to wait it out. If somebody tries to put physical pressure on those kids there’ll be real trouble.”

“I-I have already called for the police,” Kingston said.

Coming out of his chair, Dallas brushed by the man and hurried downstairs. He had to battle his way through the mob, pushing and yelling until he got to the eye of the hurricane.

“Kathy-Joey! Come on guys-you have to break this up. The cops are coming, and I don’t want anybody hurt. Please, you guys…”

They listened, and they were better organized than he would have guessed, for whistles blew and the crowd dispersed, kids heading for their classrooms, for the gym.

Marty said, “See you man,” and Eric trotted for the offices. Signs were propped against the building wall, or laid flat and abandoned upon the grass. They looked a little tattered now, but he was proud of them just the same.

“Thanks kids,” Dallas said. “If the fuzz had come in and started beating on you …”

“We wouldn’t have put up with it,” Joey said.

“I know,” Dallas said “Better duck out of sight now, both of you. I can handle Kingston, especially now that he’s so shaken up about this demonstration.

Split-and Ill see you later.”

Kathy grinned at him. “Your place.”

“Oh, come on,” Dallas said, but he was talking to nothing. She was gone, skipping across the littered schoolyard like the elf she was, her tidy little ass bouncing firmly inside the slacks of her pants suit.

Dallas walked back into the building, and glanced up as he passed into the doorway. He saw Kingston’s face in the window above the hail, rage-mottled and set. The man would never believe Dallas had nothing to do with the march this morning; it bad fallen apart too easily, while the principal watched.

Climbing the stairs again, Dallas thought that Kingston had seen his authority flouted, and worse-usurped by a subordinate. The man couldn’t take that. He would find some way to strike back, and hard.

After school that day, Dallas didn’t go home right away. He drove over to the building where Solomon Shapiro had an office, and went in to talk to the lawyer.

“They’re holding off,” Shapiro. said. “They’re not going to bring your case to court for some time-if ever. Like man, the guy you banged up worst, turns out he’s a muscle for hire, and he’s got a record himself. Him, they picked to be the complainant down at the courthouse they’re a little pissed off at Harry Sladermann, and in case you don’t know who Harry Sladermann is, he’s the gonn if Craig Collins pays like a detective. And in case you don’t know who he is …”

“I know, already,” Dallas said. “Was this Sladermann one of the guys who jumped me?”

Fingering his beard, Shapiro said, “No, from what I hear. But he’s the guy who pays the other guys, out of his agency. You’re being followed everywhere, you know.”

Dallas nodded. “I’m bugged too-at least my phone and my house. I wouldn’t doubt they’ve got the VW wired by now also. Did you hear about the kids this morning, staging a protest?”

“Didn’t I? But even if you didn’t have anything to do with it, and I’m not saying you did-the parade IS going to make some more parents get uptight about you.”

Shrugging, Dallas said, “I can’t help that. I’m only glad I got to the kids before the cops showed up. That dummy Kingston called them first thing.”

“He’ll call the PTA too.”

“Let him. I’m determined to hang on through the year, at least. Then I might move on to a junior college; I understand some slots are opening.”

Shapiro stroked his moustache, fingered his beads. “Like the nice young slots opening for you around town here?”

Blinking, Dallas said, “What the hell do you mean?”

The lawyer held up both hands. “Look, you’re my buddy. If you’re sticking all that sweet young ass at the school-and I mean all the juicy young goyem-I say, may your strength last forever. But my advice to you is this: don’t get caught baby. Somebody is pushing rumors around town that you’re some kind of pied piper, only by you, it’s young chicks that follow, you to dens of iniquity where the reefer smoke could be cut with a butter knife.” Shapiro shook his head. “You know, I haven’t heard it called that for years and years reefer.”

Leaning forward in his chair, Dallas said, “None of the kids do grass while I’m around, and I took my last hits in Nam, which was one hell, of a long time ago.

But I’ll go so far as to admit to you and to you only-that I’m swinging with some of the girls. The kids aren’t talking, so nobody really knows. It has to be rumor put out by Collins or some of his people.”