High School Scandals

CHAPTER TWELVE

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.

“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.”

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.