Unknown - High School Scandals

But murder? Not some carhop’s life, just to be used as a threat, not any friend of Dallas Bradburn. It was just possible that Collins would pay enough to have an accident arranged, but even that redneck might very well stop short of outright killing.

He pulled the VW off onto a side street and parked beneath a big oak tree. A car drove slowly past, pulled in to the curb and parked. It was a big, dark car, and nobody got out of it. Screw them, Dallas thought, and leaned his head back. He could really get worried over narcotics being planted on his person, or in his car, or in his home. It would be easy for someone to do. It would be rough, trying to talk his way out of a dope bust.

Eyes closed, he thought about that, about the sweet, lovely girls who thought so much, of him, and who might get themselves all screwed up fighting the fuzz if he was arrested and sent to jail.

Like delicious, wiggling little Susan Lee, who had showed him the way she was built, who had demonstrated that her cute cunt was only slightly larger than her asshole.

He had set the greasy knob of his hard, cock against that delicate little brown opening, and when he pushed gently, the girl responded by pushing back. Slowly but steadily the swollen head of his prick had slipped inside that tight ring.

And once the bulb was past the rubbery circle the shaft followed much more easily. It was scorching inside, and the sleeve of her anus compressed his prick, clung to the entire length of it as the heavymeat slid home.

“It’s-it’s in me all the way,” Susan had gasped. “Oh-oohh! Your cock is b-bigger than the others, but I can take it; it fills me up, though. Oh-wow.

Easy, Mr. Bradburn. Please, fuck me easy.”

He did, moving gently and with great tenderness as he fed his stiff rod in and out of her wiggling body. The sensation was marvelous, a squeezing and fondling of his cock that he hadn’t known until then, and he loved feeling the downy cheeks of her girlish ass when his crotch came against it.

Screwing her slowly, luxuriating in the new, different feelings, Dallas leaned over the girl and reached around her svelte hips. His hands caressed her belly, went to her almost hairless pussy and played over the wet mound as his prick moved back and forth, back and forth.

His fingertips found her clit, eased into her flaming cunt, stuck themselves deep and tickling into her vagina as he fucked Susan Lee in the ass. She arched up against him, moaning through clenched teeth and swinging her tits in little arcs. “F-fuck me, darling. Oohh! Oh, how wonderful to feel your big cock up my ass and my pussy is oohh! Alih, yes! Give me more, Mr. Bradburn-I’m about to come. I’m about to come.”

Dallas didn’t have to hurry, for the orgasm was building mightily in his own body, surging up powerfully from the factory of his testicles to come bombing out through the head of his spitting prick.

He squirted his come into her anus, packed that hot, tight tubing with all the force of his creamy, sticky discharge. The girl humped jerkily, quivered, and her knees buckled. Dallas had to hold her up by her pussy, for Susan had let her arms go limp.

Lowering her tenderly to the floor, he kept his prick shoved to the balls inside her ass, and it was good in there. It was slicker and wild and burning up, and the semen continued to seep from his locked-in cock. Susan Lee loved it, telling him so, clamping the cheeks of that beautiful ass around his shaft while he fingered wetly within her pussy.

Dallas’s hands dropped below the seat of the VW and he held onto them, remembering. His right hand touched something cool, and as he sat up, the memories dissolved swiftly. Blindly searching, his fingers felt all over the strange object, the little cellophane bag.

A plant. The very thing he had been worrying about, and that sly bastard Sladermann had dropped it in the car while he was trying to make his deal.

Maybe there had never been a deal, but only an opportunity to stash some dope where someone would find it.

When? Dallas looked around, stared back to the main street, then up at the car ahead. Damned soon, there’d be somebody along to find the grass He picked up the baggie, changed hands with it, and suddenly started the VW to race it away from the curb. The right front window was down on the dark car ahead, and he still couldn’t see anyone in it.

Dropping his own right window, Dallas leaned across the seat and fired the bag into the other car as he passed. He wound up the bug until its motor protested, getting around the next corner and back onto the thoroughfare. There, he slowed down and discovered that his hands were shaking.

The prowl car pulled him over at the little park. He had been expecting it, and climbed out while the cops were just opening the door of their own car. Hands on top the VW, feet back and spread, he waited for them. The short man shoved him aside and ducked into the bug, moving seats and feeling everywhere, ripping at the floor mats, slamming open the glove box. Only then did he turn to shake Dallas down personally.

“Clean,” he mumbled then. “The bastard is clean.

“Yeah,” the tall cop said, “and that’s about enough of this shit too. Go ahead mister. Sorry.”

When Dallas got home the phone was ringing. It was Shapiro. “Look buddy-you remember what we were talking about today? Well, I want to tell you that we’re getting the state supreme court interested, and I’ve got that line open into the governor’s office.”

In the dark, but playing along, Dallas said, “The Governor?”

“Yeah baby. One of the boys is on his staff, and you know how all us Jews stick together. Now my friend Goldstein on the supreme court bench…”

There was more of the same, until Dallas fully realized what was happening, that Shapiro was putting on the listeners, using the bugged phone against them.

In fact, he was probably scaring hell out of some people, or would be soon as they heard the tapes.

“… and the ACLU is sending another lawyer, if we need him. Of course, I’ll make sure the TV cameras are there top-the whole shtick, you know. Okay baby-hang tight and don’t let the bastards get to you. Chou and shalom.”

“Goodbye,” Dallas said, and listened for the click. Then he hung up the phone and put a cassette on, turning the volume up high, feeling the room vibrate with the bass and knowing what it would do to the microphones.

Whistling, grabbing a quick shower, he padded back into the kitchen in tune to hear the cassette start over. Old terrycloth robe flapping, he mixed himself a long, cold drink.

Taking it into the living room, he sat in the big chair to drink it, and found, himself trying to listen through the pounding of the rock music. He wanted to hear something-a rattle of the back door, a girl’s soft voice, yet be didn’t.

Sol, Sladermann, guys on both sides of the fence had pointed out how dumb it would-be to play around with underage kids while all, the other nonsense was going on. He knew it himself, but he hadn’t made any attempt to cut it off.

Sooner or later he was going to get himself nailed to a wall because he was so horny for that beautiful young ass. And it sure as hell wasn’t because he was hard up. He had been fucking himself silly every night. Was Kathy coming tonight? She’d said so, and the kid didn’t lie; she didn’t believe in lying.

She believed in love and freedom for love, which made her a lot smarter than Dallas and most of his contemporaries.

Finishing his drink, he got up and walked to the kitchen door. The kids had been circling around, coming across the empty lot after it was dark, and using the bushes, the hedges for cover. They would have made pretty good scouts in the jungle, but he was damned glad they’d never have to try that job on for size.