Chapter 236: School Board Boarding

I think I would rather hang out in the clinic to help kids get off the floor with the obstacles versus having to deal with the school board, but I said I would take care of it.

I made it home in time to have dinner with mom and dad. April had missed me, but she knew I was close enough to be back quickly if she needed me to comfort her. I let mom and dad think I had been at Paula’s this entire time.

It isn’t lying if they didn’t ask where you had been, and they made their own assumptions. No one could torture them to have them divulge that I had been at the clinic if they didn’t know.

Knowing I kept myself occupied with other things, they didn’t ask about what I had decided on regarding the school board’s forcing me to come back to do two more years of high school. When I got to my room, my computer came up and beeped to get my attention. Someone, or something, had been working on the issue for me while I was away.

On my screens were PDF copies from six prestigious universities telling me how they learned of my difficulties with the local school board. Each school received a certified copy of every exam the high school gave to me. From the various comments, it appears that the last two rounds of tests I took came are the second-round of AP exams these schools use to determine what additional course they will allow the incoming students to test out of due to the aptitude show from their testing.

Wow. The colleges say I’m already a Junior and I haven’t ever been to their schools.

Each wanted me to come to their schools to meet with them face-to-face, but worry about how to provide me safe accommodations due to being only fifteen. It didn’t matter that I looked like I was a starting linebacker for their football team. Whoever sent the letters explained to them about how I had a lot of free time when I was at the hospital with Paula. They also knew about the other five schools and how each wanted me to spend two weeks there taking exams and labs to verify my knowledge. Any professors who wanted to ask me questions directly would do so over a video chat, in the presence of at least one professor and my chaperone.

Wow! These letters are too good to be true! If I meet their requirements for my chosen major, I get a diploma and a certified transcript. Should I decide this week to go for it, they would ensure the staff was available to meet with me.

I printed off the letters to show to mom and dad. Dad’s told me that I had to be back two weeks before high school started in the fall. I could go on my fool’s errand to try to get six bachelor’s degrees from six prestigious colleges. Mom told me that it would impress her if I didn’t have to pay the colleges anything for my diploma.

I’m sure they have more than enough grants and slush funds for this kind of thing.

The computer had a button for me to press that would send each university my agreement so we could get things going. It also provided them with which schools were in range for me to arrive by midday Thursday. I would stay overnight somewhere and meet with them on Friday. One school replied almost immediately to let the other know that they were my first destination. If I could get there by nine on Friday, we could do the dog and pony show in a single day. My printer kicked out an itinerary for my travels.

I got a message that I needed to see Chrissy next door and to take her the things I had gotten for her, except for her birthday and Christmas presents. She had gotten a bit off the rails, and her mom needed my help to get her back on track. My flight arrangements were still in progress, so I had plenty of time.

When I knocked on their door, her mom gave me a very nasty, annoyed look when she opened the door.

“Last door on the right. Please keep it down. I have work in the morning,” Chrissy’s said bitterly.

She needs something that I seem to be the only one who can give it to her.

I quickly stepped inside to put my gifts down on a table beside the couch. Slowly I moved over to Chrissy’s, turned her around gently, and then pulled Chrissy’s mom into a big hug.

After she quit fighting me, I said, “Thanks for the directions. I wouldn’t have found it otherwise. She is usually in my guest room or my room. I brought you both some amazing gifts from my extended spring break.”

“I could use a break. Chrissy has turned into a raging nymphomaniac. I’m cool with that since I was the same way when I was around her age, but I didn’t have boys coming and going like I was a prostitute calling for the next number in line,” she said. “She is tag-teaming with a girl from school to screw three boys as quickly as they can get the boys hard again. Chrissy refuses to listen to me at all. When I lock the door, she lets them in through the window. At least letting them use the front door keeps the mud off the carpets.”

“Am I free to do whatever I think needs to be done,” I asked and got an enthusiastic nod.

I walked right back to Chrissy’s room and pulled the guy out from between her legs.

“Dude, I was almost there. Wait for your turn. Her pussy is always wet and tight,” he started saying until I turned him to face me so he could see me flex my muscles in the tight t-shirt I was wearing.

To the two boys standing there with boner’s waving, I told them to get out. They had five seconds to get on any of their clothes they could find and get out, or I was throwing them out Chrissy’s window, no matter what clothes they had, or didn’t have, on.

The third boy was pounding Chrissy’s friend from behind, so I let him keep going as I counted slowly to five. Chrissy saw the look in my eyes, so she hadn’t moved since I pulled the boy out of her nasty cum covered and oozing pussy. I watched one of the boys get a clue. He grabbed a t-shirt, shorts, and shoes before rushing out of Chrissy’s house. The other guy had only found sandals. He was running out of the house naked before I got to five. Maybe ten seconds later, the boy came inside the girl on the floor and went to hurry to dress.

“Nope. Not happening. Get over here and lick Chrissy’s pussy clean inside and out. When I think you have done a good enough job, you are going to do the same for her friend before you finger her to as many orgasms as she wants. If she tells me you stopped before she told you that she had all she wants, you better hope your dad has an army of security guards and a cement bunker to hide you from me. Understand?” I told him.

“But I don’t know how to mmmph,” he started to say before I jammed his face between Chrissy’s legs.

Chrissy took over from there. When she pushed his head away, he had only focused on her clit. She still had cum all over her pussy hair, on her mound and up inside her. It didn’t matter if Chrissy was too sensitive for him to keep licking her clean, he better not allow her to push him away.

The boy had Chrissy’s thighs around his ears, so he didn’t hear me ask the girl, “Did any of them make you feel good at all during sex? Did they force you to do anything?”

“They were starting to make me feel good, but that was about the time they weren’t getting hard again today,” she replied weekly. “Chrissy told me you don’t do it with middle school girls, even if they are fourteen. I got held back when I was in kindergarten. I will be fifteen before you turn sixteen. I hear you are great and know what to do. Can you please do me? I will go wash myself out well first.”

Before she could move, I had my hard nine inches pumping in and out of her sloppy, almost fifteen-year-old cunt. The boys she had been screwing had small, pencil dicks because she may have lasted two minutes before she came the first time. I kept pounding her pussy until I saw the boy lift from between Chrissy’s legs. He had done a piss poor job.

“Dude,” I told him, pulling my slimy dick out of the girl on the bed. “The next time you pull your head from between her legs, if I see cum on her anywhere, my dick is going up your tight little ass until I feel like letting myself cum inside you. Do you get me?”

Yeah. I think that was loud and clear.

Despite Chrissy’s friend saying she was getting sore, I kept fucking her until the boy licking Chrissy pulled back to check his work. He went back to clean a few more areas free of cum and then go down again to be entirely sure he wasn’t getting my dick up his ass. I dumped a monster load of semen, and dead swimmers, inside the girl. As I pulled my dick out of her, I put two pillows under her butt to raise her pussy so it wouldn’t leak anywhere. I had the boy lay back on the bed and had the girl squeeze her pussy closed. She sat on his face to let my semen run into his mouth.

“You had better make sure that she is well satisfied with your tongue and fingers. If not, I will make sure word gets around that you are a sleaze-bag, screw anything guy. You won’t get laid again until you leave to go off to college, in some other part of the country or abroad,” I told him.

I pulled Chrissy off the bed and marched her into the bathroom. I pushed her into the shower, stripped off the rest of my clothes, and joined her. She knew my dick was off-limits. Not that it mattered. She had still been very horny when she got into the shower, but seeing my dick turned her off instantly.

She finally sees me as a big brother, and not the boy next door with the dick she wants inside her.

“What the fuck, Chrissy? I know the boy I hooked you up with can stay over every night if he gets his chores done. He has a bunch of better-hung buddies that are as discrete as him. These clowns you had here tonight will be texting and tweeting how you are fucking all comers for free. They just come right in the front door to come back here to fuck you. Are you that horny because you don’t have enough toys to get yourself off? I mean seriously, your friend isn’t getting off any more than you are. I don’t think she has ever cum from sex until today. Have any of the boys you let fuck you made you cum beside the one I forced clean the cum off your pussy?”

She looked down at the tub and was silent for a long time before saying, “No. I had a friend over when your friend came over that night. He was stripping to play with my friend and me. She made a nasty comment about him having a little dick. I was a dumb bitch that thought she was my friend, so I tore into him about it as well. He left crying. She laughed, dressed, and headed home. With him gone, there was no reason for her to stay without a boy to screw her.”

“You made the same mistake kids have made forever. You tried to impress someone you thought was your friend and ignored your real friend,” I explained. “Call him and get him over here tonight. I know for a fact that he has gotten teased about his dick by girls that are good friends with him. I’d bet he is missing you as much as you are missing him. Don’t send your girlfriend home either. I’m pretty sure she would love to have her pussy fucked while you two sixty-nine. I would even like to watch, except that I know that eventually it will end up with my dick inside you, somewhere, and that would ruin the fun.”

After I had washed Chrissy thoroughly, she got down on her knees. I was about to push her hands away until I realized she wasn’t interested in playing with my dick or sucking it. She was just curious about my dick. She asked a lot of questions about how big it got when hard, did I feel a pussy all along the shaft when buried inside a girl or was it just mostly around the head. We had a long talk about her sex life of late and how she was going to get her shit together. She had very little chance of living this down at school, but she could put the word out that she wasn’t opening her legs anymore.

It seems Chrissy didn’t need to call the boy I sent over to her after all. He was there fucking the shit out of Chrissy’s friend. She was sucking another guy that had a nice thick dick that looked to be five and a half to six inches long.

When I heard the doorbell, followed by a loud knocking, I went to the front door. I found seven middle school boys and five high school boys waiting on Chrissy’s sidewalk.

“The whore’s legs are closed. Go away,” I told them in my deep adult voice. “Anyone who says otherwise or tries to get between her legs is going to have to deal with me.”

“Fuck you loser,” a jock want to be said from the group of high school boys. “I’ll kick your scrawny ass, David.”

I smiled as I moved out into the light where he could see me better and then said, “Ok. Let us do this then. Mind if your friends join us? I know it won’t be a fair fight, but there isn’t anyone else here to help you.”

I hope he hasn’t knocked up any girls. We don’t need any more people so stupid that the Army and Marines declared them intellectually below their standards to serve.

He took a sucker punch at me that was slow coming that a blind person could have moved out of the way of it. I let him try again, and again, and again. He still didn’t manage to get close to hitting me.

“Hold on a second. Aren’t you like seventeen,” I asked? “You know that Chrissy is thirteen? You even touch any part of her body you get tried as an adult for statutory rape if the DA is being nice. Otherwise, they get you for felony child molestation. That is serious jail time if you live long enough to serve it out. Guys in prison hate child molesters, and I hear they try to shank them before long. Even you aren’t stupid enough to go to jail for twenty years to tap a seventh-grader.”

Surprise! He isn’t that stupid. Neither are the other high-schoolers who came to a girl taking all the dick she could get.

Unfortunately, a dumber jock, who had no idea who he was about to try to hit with a metal baseball bat, was willing to take his chance with the cops. The moron was swinging for my head like he was trying to hit a fastball out of the park. With what looked like no more than a muscle twitch, I caught the bat an inch from my head, twisted it free of his wrist, and swept his leg to put him on the ground and put my foot on his throat as I looked down at him.