J. T. Watson

High school swingers

AB-5105

The Publisher Diane Christopher was immediately aware of the looks she was getting from her new math teacher. She was used to getting such looks from boys her age.

She was eighteen years old and she already had the full figure of a woman. Her body combined with her shoulder-length, black hair, clear blue eyes, and delicate features had been attracting boys for as long as she could remember.

This was the first time she had ever found herself looking back with interest. Mr. Kinkaid was not at all like the rest of the men teachers around the school. He was well over six feet tail, and he looked more like an athlete than a math teacher. His hair was blond and his eyes wow almost as blue as hens.

"My," Debbie Fisher whispered. "He is handsome."

"Hmph," Diane said. "You think anything that wears pants is handsome."

"I do like boys," Debbie admitted, with a shake of her long blonde hair. "But there's something a little special about Mr. Kinkaid. Now don't tell me you don't feel it."

Diane turned her face away so that her friend couldn't read her expression. The truth was that she did find something disturbing about Mr. Kinkaid.

Mr. Kinkaid ended class early and the students slowly filed out of the classroom. She was thinking about Mr. Kinkaid and hardly listened to Debbie's flowing chatter.

She was suddenly aware that somebody was standing in front of her.

"Hi, Diane," Bobby Pattern said.

Bobby Pattern was a shy, young man who had been Diane's friend as long as she could remember. She was surprised to see him because he hardly ever spoke to her while Debbie was nearby. Debbie made him feel uncomfortable, and Debbie was aware of it. She would get very close to Bobby so that her pointy breasts poked Bobby softly in the chest. Debbie would speak softly and flutter her eyelashes and Bobby would turn a deep red.

"Why, Bobby," Debbie said, drawing close as usual. "I didn't think you liked me anymore. You never come around."

Bobby blushed a fierce red as he cleared his throat.

"Diane," he said. "I was just wondering if you'd go to the dance with me."

"I'm sorry, Bobby," Diane shrugged. "Bill Top has already asked me."

"Maybe you'd like to ask me," Debbie suggested.

Even Diane had to laugh at Bobby's pained expression as he turned on his heels and hurried away. "I don't think he likes me." Debbie pouted.

"I think you make him nervous," Diane said. The next bell rang and Diane cursed softly as she realized she'd left one of her books behind. She waved Debbie on as she hurried back into the math class to get it. There was no math class that period. She reached into the desk to get her book. As she started to straighten up, she heard a voice coming from Mr. Kinkaid's office.

"Mr. Powers was never really fair with my Ronnie," a soft voice said.

"I'm sure he was doing what he felt was right, Mrs. Jones," Mr. Kinkaid said. "Ronnie is not a very good student."

"He's just a little slow," Mrs. Jones said. "I'm sure if someone took a little time with him…"

Diane knew she should be going to her next class, but for some reason she stood still. She already knew the woman who was talking to Mr. Kinkaid.

Ronnie Jones' mother was one of the most talked about people in town. She was a full-breasted redhead, slightly plump, and she had a reputation of being a little freer than she should. Her husband was always out of town and there had been talk of strange men going into her home.

Diane's mother found such talk disgusting, but there was something in Diane that was excited by it.

That same something was telling her to stand still and wait because something was going to happen.

"Couldn't you take a little more time with him, Mr. Kinkaid?" Mrs. Jones asked.

"I'm sorry," he answered, "I have a full workload now. Taking more time with him would only hurt my other students."

"I could make it worth your trouble," Mrs. Jones purred softly.

Diane tried to will herself to leave, but instead she found herself drawing closer to the office. She found that she could look through the crack of the door and see everything in the room. She waited in breathless expectation.

Mrs. Jones sat on the couch in a tight-fitting skirt raised high enough to reveal some of her plump, creamy thighs.

Mr. Kinkaid sat on the edge of his desk and it was evident that he was interested in her thighs.

"I'm sorry," Mr. Kinkaid said. "Teachers in this school are not allowed any extra jobs. I suppose the administration is just being careful. They don't want us to get used to having extra money."

"Money wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

Diane felt her heart pounding. There was an obvious invitation in Mrs. Jones' voice and in her eyes. Diane could feel the tension that suddenly filled the small office.

"Yes," Mr. Kinkaid said, "What exactly did you have in mind, Mrs. Jones?"

Stephanie Jones licked her dry lips. This was not an offer she would have made to any other male teacher in school, but her son's new math teacher was handsome and had an aura of animal sex about him.

"What would you like?" Stephanie asked.

The late bell rang but Diane couldn't have moved if she'd tried. There would be some explanations due to her teacher, but she didn't care. She had a feeling she knew what was going to happen in the next few minutes.

"Come here," Mr. Kinkaid said.

Diane watched as Stephanie Jones stood up. The redhead's face had a look on it that puzzled Diane. Mrs. Jones' soft red lips were parted and her eyes shone with an intense light.

Mrs. Jones came so close to Mr. Kinkaid that her large breasts nudged softly against him.

"I'm over here," Stephanie said. "What now?"

Matt Kinkaid didn't get off the desk. He simply spread his legs so that Stephanie was standing between them. He reached around her waist and pulled her close to him. His hands dropped to her full, round bottom and he gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Mr. Kinkaid," Stephanie said, pretending shock. Her eyes were laughing and she made no attempt to pull away.

His hands squeezed her again before he released her. He put his hands flat against her large breasts and squeezed them.

"Nice tits," he said softly. "You have a very nice pair of tits, Mrs. Jones."

"Why, Mr. Kinkaid," she said, laughing. "I didn't think you'd noticed."

"I noticed, honey," he said.

Diane felt a strange tingling as she watched her math teacher press his face into Stephanie's soft tits. Diane wondered what it would be like to have a man's face there, to have a man's hands stroking her body.

Evidently Mrs. Jones enjoyed it because she gasped softly as she pushed Mr. Kinkaid's head away.

"Let me make it easier for you," she said. Deftly her fingers unbuttoned her blouse and she shrugged it off her shoulders. She wore a pale white bra that barely contained her creamy tits. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked the bra and also shrugged that off.

Diane could not suppress a soft cry of astonishment as she stared at Mrs. Jones.

Mrs. Jones had such enormous tits. Her creamy flesh was topped with large, brown nipples that were already growing hard under Mr. Kinkaid's hot eyes.

"Gorgeous," he said. "You really do have fantastic tits."

"Taste them," Stephanie Jones begged.

He pressed his face once more between her creamy globes. This time Diane saw his tongue touching her tit-flesh. Stephanie's hands clutched his head fiercely.

"Suck them," she begged. "They feel so hot. It's been so long since a man's lips have been there."

His hands clutched at Mrs. Jones' rounded asscheeks again. His lips traced a wet pattern all around the hard, brown nipples.

"Don't tease me," Stephanie Jones pleaded with him. "Take my titty in your mouth. Please suck on my titty."

She sighed softly as his lips finally closed over one hard, aching nipple.

Diane felt giddy as she watched Mr. Kinkaid's mouth sucking at the tender flesh. His cheeks were hollowed and Diane could almost feel his tongue working. God, she would have loved to have his mouth around her booby!

Immediately she was ashamed. That was not a feeling that good girls were supposed to have.

"Oh yes," Stephanie sobbed. "Please keep sucking just like that. Just bite me a little. Ummmm, your mouth feels so nice there. It makes me feel so yummy."

He was sucking on one tit while his hand cupped the other magnificent mound. Diane could see his fingers working on the flesh, kneading it gently.

His other hand still stroked her plump asscheeks. "Ummmm," Stephanie moaned. "Ummmmm, you're making me feel so nice."

Suddenly he pushed her away. "You know what I want?"

"Ummmm, yes," she groaned.

He spread his legs wider as Stephanie sank down to her knees in front of him. Diane could feel her blood racing hotly and she couldn't help placing her hand against the moist place between her thighs.

Of course, she knew what was going to happen.

Diane was not a completely innocent girl. She'd heard the dirty stories. She'd once seen a dirty drawing showing one of the women teachers sucking a male teacher. That had only been a picture and this was real life.

She couldn't tear her eyes away as Stephanie Jones deftly unzipped Mr. Kinkaid's trousers. Her hand snaked inside his trousers and Diane gasped as Stephanie tugged out his cock. Diane had never seen a man's cock before, and she had never even imagined it could be like this. His cock grew hard in the warmth of Stephanie's fingers.

"Baby," he said. "Take it in your mouth."

There was a delighted smile on Stephanie's face as she bent over his cock. Diane wondered what it was like to kiss a man's cock. Surely it must be something really exciting or that look of intense pleasure wouldn't be so evident on Stephanie's lust-filled face.

Mrs. Jones moaned as her tongue licked at the top of his cock. Then she opened her full red lips and sucked the huge crown into her mouth.

"Yes," Mr. Kinkaid groaned. "Yes, that's the way to suck my cock. Bite around the head, baby! Bite it a little. Oh, God yes, that's the way!"

Stephanie opened her mouth wider. Mr. Kinkaid's entire staff disappeared down her throat.

"My God," he groaned. "Oh shit, baby!"

Her hand pumped his stiff cock up and down while her mouth worked on him.

Diane had never seen such a lewd sight. She found herself rubbing harder between her legs as she watched those full, red lips work on Mr. Kinkaid's cock.

Mr. Kinkaid's hands were tangled in the thick, red hair as he started directing the up and down movement of her head.

"Oh, shit, baby," he said softly, and then in a louder tone, "Oh shit, baby, you're going to get a mouthful. You're going to suck me dry!"

Diane realized what was about to happen. He was going to come in her mouth. She was actually going to allow him to come in her mouth.

Diane knew what cum was. She knew about the basics of biology. She had never imagined that a woman would actually let a man shoot his sperm into her mouth. There was no doubt that it was going to happen.

Mr. Kinkaid started thrusting his thick cock deeper into her mouth. He was groaning softly.

"I'm coming!" he cried. "I'm going to come. I'm going to shoot it into your mouth! God, it feels good! Gooood!"

Diane couldn't believe it. Mrs. Jones didn't pull her mouth away as Diane had thought she would. Instead, her mouth closed tightly on his cock and Diane heard the soft, swallowing noises as she accepted his cum.

"Oh," Diane said softly.

The red-headed woman was gobbling up every bit of Mr. Kinkaid's cum as if it tasted good.

Then Diane watched as she ran her tongue up and down his cock. Licking away the rest of his jism that had escaped the sides of her greedy mouth.

"Shit," Mr. Kinkaid said softly. "Shit, you are a fantastic cocksucker."

"Why, thank you," Mrs. Jones smiled sweetly. Diane could feel her own juices flowing hotly within her. She wished that she were away somewhere, anywhere she could slip don her panties and finger away the hot itch that burnt between her legs.

She'd never seen anything like this. She was tempted to find a bathroom except she could see they were not finished.

Even now, Stephanie's fingers were laced tightly around Mr. Kinkaid's cock. Her fingers were moving up and down in a hot, pumping motion that Diane knew would bring Mr. Kinkaid back to hardness.

"Are you hot for me?" Mr. Kinkaid asked.

"Oh I am," she said. "My pussy's so hot for you."

Diane gasped. She'd never heard a woman refer to herself that way before.

"Take it off," Mr. Kinkaid said.

Stephanie got up off the floor. She quickly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to slip down her plump legs. She wore a black garter belt and no panties.

Mr. Kinkaid pressed his hand against her full, auburn bush.

"Ummm," she said softly. "Ummm, that's nice."

Diane could see his hand massaging her and she found herself again wishing that it were her cunt that his fingers caressed. She was so hot down there.

Mr. Kinkaid was hard again. His huge, blood-engorged cock was like a living thing in Stephanie's hot fingers. He kissed Stephanie softly on the lips as he stood up.

"Bend over the desk," he said.

Stephanie bent over the desk and spread her legs wide so that her pink cunt gaped open.

Diane could see everything. She had never looked into another woman's cunt before and she felt ashamed. Yet, she couldn't take her eyes away.

Mr. Kinkaid put his hand on her ass and then pushed apart the crack of her ass. Diane gasped as she saw one of his fingers probing at Mrs. Jones' anus.

"Oh, lover!" Stephanie cried.

Mr. Kinkaid plunged his finger into her ass up to his knuckles. Diane thought that it would hurt, but Stephanie didn't mind and became aroused even more. Her plump asscheeks began to push back against his penetrating finger.

"Yes!" Stephanie Jones cried. "Yes, do that to me! Oh yes, lover!"

Diane could stand it no longer. She knew the door to the classroom was open enough for anyone to walk in, but she couldn't control herself. Quickly she slipped her hand up under her short skirt and into her panties. Her fingers touched her sensitive pussy lips and she moaned softly. It felt so good! Hot spasms of pleasure shook her body and she knew she couldn't stop herself now if the entire school walked through that door.

Her finger carefully parted the petals of her pussy and slipped into her aching box. She started moving her finger all over the inside of her pussy. A feeling of intense joy went through her body as her finger explored her tight cunt. She could feel her finger getting slippery from her own juices.

She knew it was a shameful thing to do and the chances of getting caught were great. Knowing it just made it all the more exciting.

She was so weak that she had to lean against the door, fighting to keep her eyes open. She didn't want to miss a thing that went on in Mr. Kinkaid's office.

Mr. Kinkaid took his hand away from Mrs. Jones' ass and positioned himself behind the redhead. He took his swollen organ in his fingers and started rubbing the monstrous head against her cunt. Diane could see some of the auburn pussy hairs glistening with white drops of his cum.

"Put it in," Stephanie moaned.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Mr. Kinkaid asked.

"God, yes," she groaned. "I want your big cock in me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Put that big cock in my pussy. Fuck my cunt."

Diane didn't know if her words were exciting Mr. Kinkaid, but they sure as hell were getting to her. Her searching finger found the tiny hard clit and she began massaging it.

There was an ear-shattering groan as Mr. Kinkaid drove his thick cock deep into Stephanie's pussy. The slap of his balls against her soft skin was very loud.

"God," Stephanie moaned, "God, give it to me. I love it. I love your cock!"

Diane's panties had grown damp from her juices. For the first time in her life she was desperate to have a man's cock filling her cunt. She knew it was wrong. Yet, the temptation was strong to rush in and take Mr. Kinkaid's cock inside herself. She wondered how he would react if she were to make herself known. Then she thought that these two people would never be shocked by anything the eighteen-year-old girl could dream up. Mr. Kinkaid and Mrs. Jones were too wise in sex, too depraved to be shocked or upset at anything.

"Oh God," Diane whispered softly. "I'm going crazy. I'm getting as bad as them. I want a cock, too. I need a cock in my pussy."

She couldn't get away from them by closing her eyes. When she did, she could still hear the soft grunts and groans and the sound of flesh slapping together. And when she opened her eyes, she could see that depraved redhead bent over the desk, her cunt exposed and accepting willingly that monstrous cock.

She could see Mr. Kinkaid's heavy balls banging from his trousers. The heavy sac filled with cum that would soon be exploding into her. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel tearing into her own cunt and releasing its load of thick cream. How would it feel?

"Oh God," Diane repeated softly. "God, I know it would feel so good!"

Her finger began rubbing her clit harder as she felt her approaching climax.

"Dear Jesus!" Stephanie cried. "You're driving me up the wall. Your cock feels so fucking good, honey. So fucking good! I love it!"

"I'm getting there, baby," Mr. Kinkaid grunted. "I'm getting close so you better get ready."

"Oh, yes!" she cried out. "I'm ready. Give me your load. I'm ready for it."

Their bodies slapped together in a faster rhythm. Diane knew they were approaching orgasm. She closed her eyes as her finger coaxed the first delicious spasm form her cunt.

"Shit, baby!" Mr. Kinkaid screamed. "I'm coming. Jesus, I'm coming! Shit, baby! I'm going to till your fucking pussy with my cum. Oh shittt!"

"Yes!" she shouted. "Do it! Fill me up! I'm coming with you. I can see the stars! Jesus Christ, I can see stars all over! I can feel your hot jism squirting in me. Fill me up, baby! Keep filling my cunt. Keep it up!"

Diane knew how the redhead felt. She could see stars, too. Diane could no longer watch what was going on. She had to lean back and close her eyes tightly as the delicious spasms overwhelmed her.

She could still hear their soft cries as her own orgasm exploded into wet juices that flooded her probing fingers. It took a few moments before she was again aware of her surroundings. A little red-faced, she quickly took her hand from her cunt and pulled up her panties.

Mr. Kinkaid was zipping up his trousers. There was an amused grin on his face.

"Yes," he said. "I'm sure we can work something out about Ronnie."

Stephanie Jones was quickly dressing. She had lost her lustful look and now a satisfied smugness had taken its place.

"Ummm," she said. "Of course, I'll have to come back and check now and then."

"Of course," he said.

Diane got out of the room before she was caught.

Debbie Fisher was feeling tipsy. She'd only had two beers since she'd left the dance, but she wasn't used to drinking. She shivered as she felt Bobby's hand once again on her thigh.

"Stop it," she protested weakly. "Bobby, I want you to stop."

"Come on, Debbie," Bobby said impatiently. "You've let me feel you before."

"But not tonight," Debbie said. "I'm just not in the mood."

The truth was that Debbie was too much in the mood, and she had been all evening. The dance had been fun and the strong, sexy rhythms had left a tingle between her thighs.

Only once in her life had Debbie felt so strongly aroused and she still had strong memories about that. Luckily it had been with a boy from another school and there had been little talk. Tonight she was with Bobby and one slip could mean a ruined reputation.

Bobby's hand was again touching her thigh. She felt a delicious shiver go up her spine and she had trouble controlling her impulse to open her thighs to him. She badly wanted to feel his touch there.

She remembered the other time – the hot delight when the boy had entered her, the good feeling of his strong cock pumping away inside her. It had been wonderful, not at all like the warnings she'd always been given. There had been no pain at all.

"Come on, Debbie," Bobby pleaded. "Just let me feel you up a little. I won't go any farther than just a few feels. I promise you."

"Ha!" Debbie whispered softly. "Cut it out, Bobby. Give me another beer."

She didn't really want another beer, but she wanted to get Bobby's mind off sex.

Bobby sighed and reached into the back of the car for another beer.

The windows of the car were open and she could hear the soft sound of the river down below them. They were parked in a wooded area off the road, just a few miles from her house. She looked at the car clock and saw that it was barely past ten. She wasn't due home for another couple of hours. That would give Bobby plenty of time if he got carried away.

"Here," Bobby said.

He popped the cap on the beer and handed it to her. His voice sounded angry and she really didn't want him angry at her.

"Now honey," she said softly. "Don't be mad at me. Can I help it if I'm just not in the mood."

"You're not in the mood a lot of times lately," he said bitterly. "I'm beginning to think I'd be better off taking out your friend Diane."

"Fat chance you'd have with her." Debbie giggled. "You'd never put a hand on her. She's the original prude."

"Maybe," he said. "But you ever noticed her eyes? She's got hot eyes. Like she's about to erupt or something."

Debbie sipped her beer. She didn't like him talking about Diane. She was jealous of Diane anyway. Diane was prettier and smarter. She had a sudden sick feeling when she thought of Bobby going out with Diane. Maybe she should be just a little nicer to him.

"Kiss me a little," she told him.

He was more than willing. His mouth was hot as he pressed it down on hers. His tongue probed at her mouth and she opened her lips. His tongue tasted salty as it pressed deep into her mouth. She responded by wiggling her tongue against his. Once more he was getting strongly aroused. She could feel his muscles tensing as his arms went around her shoulders and crushed her tighter against him. His hand dropped to her thigh again.

"No," she moaned, but this time her protest was weak and his hand snaked between her thighs. He was nearly at her panties. His hot hand started squeezing her flesh.

"No," she said weakly. "Don't, Bobby. Please don't, Bobby. Please don't."

She almost spilled her beer on him. He pulled back and took her beer out of her lifeless fingers. He dropped it out the open window.

His hand still squeezed her thigh. His mouth pressed back on hers again. His kisses seemed to drain her will to resist. She kept thinking about her reputation, but her body quivered under his caresses.

"Baby," Bobby said softly. "Let me feel your tits. Let me play with them a little."

"No, Bobby," she moaned.

He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and tugged it upward. She tried to resist but couldn't. He dropped the sweater on the car seat. She felt the air on her bare flesh where her titties poked out of the bra. He reached behind her back again and tried to undo her bra.

"No," she moaned. "No, please don't."

He got it undone and she struggled weakly as he pulled the bra off her. Then her bare tits were exposed to his eyes and to his hands. She shivered as his fingers caressed her creamy mounds.

"Stop, Bobby," she begged him.

"You know you like it," he said. "You know you do. I'm going to kiss you there."

"Oh, no."

She grabbed at his wavy hair but it was too late. She felt his lips on her titties. She groaned softly as his lips sucked at her tender flesh. She felt her nipples become two hard, aching points.

"See," Bobby said softly. "I told you that you'd like it. I knew you would!"

His lips circled her nipple and he began to suck hard on it. A low gasp escaped her throat as she felt her pussy tingling hotly. This time she couldn't help but spread her thighs slightly and his hand took advantage. His hand went immediately to her soft cunt and he started rubbing her there. Another moan escaped her throat.

"No," she said. "Oh Bobby, you have to stop. Please stop, Bobby!"

There was no sense begging him. Bobby had already gotten farther than he'd ever gotten with her and he had no intention of stopping. He could feel her quivering under his fingers and knew she was getting turned on. He started rubbing her harder and he felt her panties getting a little wet under his touch.

"Oh my God! Bobby," she said softly.

"I love to touch you," Bobby said. "You feel nice in my hand. I love to kiss your titties. They're so soft and tasty. I love them!"

She was completely out of control. Gone were all thoughts of her reputation. The only thing she was aware of was experiencing hot spasms of desire.

He started moving his mouth from one hard nipple to the other. His mouth kept sucking more and more of her creamy flesh into his mouth. He started biting gently and this caused her to push against his hand.

"I'm going to take your panties of," he said.

"No," she begged him, but even then she was lifting up her ass so that he could get hold of the flimsy material.

In a moment he was sliding them down her legs and she kicked them off. Her pussy was exposed to his greedy hand and he shoved it against her immediately.

"Oh," she said. "What are you doing?"

Bobby wasn't completely sure that Debbie was the innocent girl she claimed, but that didn't matter. He was sure after that night she wasn't going to be innocent anymore.

He felt her squirm against the seat as he ran one finger up and down the entrance to her slit. She was soft down there and he liked the feelings her furry cunt gave him. He carefully parted her cunt lips and pushed one finger inside. He found that he didn't have to be so careful. Her aunt was already hot and juicy. His finger went in deep and a soft moan came from her throat.

Now he knew she was no virgin and there was nothing that could stop him now. He pushed her back against the car door as he slipped two fingers into her. He began to move his finger in and out, loving the way her ass squirmed. Soft moaning sounds broke from her throat.

"Like that, sugar?" he asked.

"God yes, baby," she answered. "God yes, I love it. I love your fingers!"

He laughed roughly and she knew he was laughing at her. She had a feeling that she would get a new reputation by the end of the week.

Round-heels Debbie, she'll put out for anybody. Just pat her on the ass and she'll roll over for you. She didn't give a damn. She was hungry for the thing that only Bobby could give her.

She reached for his crotch and heard his gasp of surprise. He hadn't expected her to be that forward, but she was cock-crazy and ready for him now.

"I want you," she whispered. "I want your big cock inside me."

He raised up and he quickly started undoing his belt. He was nervous and fumbled with his belt. Finally she did it for him. She found herself surprisingly calm as she undid his trousers, perhaps since she was no longer fighting her desire. She knew she was going to get fucked and was looking forward to it.

She unzipped his trousers and helped him pull his trousers down around his knees. She traced his hard cock, still bunched in his shorts, with her fingertips.

"Ummm," she shivered. "That feels really hard, Bobby. Nice and hard."

"Yes, baby," he grunted. "Nice and hard and ready to fuck you."

"Then fuck me," she said.

He slipped down his shorts and his hard cock sprang out. She grasped him hotly, her fingers lacing around his trembling staff.

"Feels good, baby," she said.

He pushed her back and she directed the head of his cock to her gaping cunt.

"Put it in me," she said. "Put your big rod in my hot pussy."

The head of his cock went easily into her cunt lips. She pushed herself at him, and her cunt greedily sucked the rest of his thick staff deep into her. She squealed with delight as she felt his thick, pulsating cock filling her.

"That feels nice," she gasped softly. "That's so nice. I love your big cock in me, filling me up. I love it!"

He was as excited as she was. He began to fuck her in deep, savage strokes. He positioned himself so that he could play with her titties with one hand. His deep strokes combined with his caressing fingers drove her wild.

"Fantastic!" she breathed. "Oh shit, it's fantastic!"

"You feel so good, honey," he said. "You feel so fucking good. So tight. So Goddamned tight. I've never had a better piece of pussy."

Even his words excited her. She wrapped her legs around him, her hungry pussy drawing his rod deeper with each stroke. She managed to reach between them and let her fingertips stroke his heavy sac.

"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. "I'm coming, baby! I'm going to come! I'm going to drop my load! Jesus Christ, BABY!"

She wasn't ready for the thick jism that filled her insides. He kept thrusting into her and his cum kept spurting until she thought he would never stop. He finally gave one last thrust and sighed. His cock dropped limply out of her cunt and she grabbed it.

"Baby," he moaned. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting you hard again," she said.

"I can't," he protested.

"You will," she promised.

Her fingers traced his cock softly and she felt the wetness from his fluid mixed with hers. She was hot for his cock to be back into her again, and she knew the fastest way to make him hard again. She bent her head and sucked on his limp prick.

"Jesus!" he moaned.

She sucked his cock in all the way to the back of her throat and he started to respond immediately. His cock grew still, and she felt him leaking hot fluid into the back of her throat. She released him and pulled him over her once again.

"I'm so hot," she moaned. "Put it in me. Put that big thing in me again!"

He was ready and he shoved his thick cock into her pussy once again. This time he fucked her slower, but just as deep. She pressed against him with each thrust.

"Ummm, baby," she said softly. "You feel so good. You're making me feel so good."

"Yeah, baby," he grunted. "Yeah!"

She felt the first delicious shiver go up her back and she pressed herself oven tighter against him.

"Now give it to me," she begged. "Give it to me really hard. Fuck me!"

He knew what she wanted and once more he began to slam his big cock into her savagely.

She heard the steady slap of his balls against her and each stroke made her tingle all over.

"God, yes!" she moaned. "God, yes, I'm going to come. God, yes, I'm coming. Oh fuck, it feels good. It feels so fucking good. Oh fuck! FUCKKKKK!"

It was fantastic. A great sense of relief went over her as she flooded his thick cock with her juices. She raised her ass off the car seat one last time as she pulled his staff deep within her.

"Oh, baby," she said. "That was nice. You know how to use it."

She was aware of him pulling his cock out of her and she wondered why. He straightened up and he grabbed the back of her head. She found herself being pulled down toward his thick, juice-covered cock.

"No," she said. "I've never done anybody all the way before."

"Do me," he said.

It was not a request. His cock was pushed under her nose and she felt his strong fingers tightening on the back of her neck.

"Don't come in my mouth," she pleaded with him.

"Don't worry, sugar," he assured her. "I won't come in your mouth."

He pressed her face harder against his cock and she opened her lips. Immediately the rubbery crown was pushed against her teeth. She parted her teeth and his crown went past. She could taste his salty fluid mixed with her own fluids. He had a strong male odor of sweat and salt.

"God, baby," he said softly.

He thrust into her mouth and she felt his staff go deep. His cock-head pressed snugly against the back of her throat. He withdrew his cock partly and thrust again.

"Shit," he said softly. "Shit, your mouth feels good. Shit, it feels fantastic!"

She had no control over his actions. He began to mouth-fuck her. His thrusts were gentle, but they still filled her mouth and almost made her choke. Both his hands were in her hair and he forced her head in the direction he wanted it to go.

"Baby," he groaned. "Use your tongue a little while I fuck you. Use your tongue."

She tried to follow his directions and do exactly as he wanted. She could feel the slap of his balls against her chin each time he drove into her mouth. His thrusts began to get faster, deeper, and she knew he was ready to come.

She knew he was lying about coming in her mouth. There was no boy alive who would be able to pull his cock away. She knew she was going to taste a boy's cum. She prepared herself for it, or at least she tried.

No amount of preparation could have prepared her for the thick wad of jism that suddenly filled her throat.

"Jesus Christ!" Bobby screamed. "Jesus, I'm coming in your mouth! I'm coining in your mouth! JESUS CHRIST!!"

He spurted a river of thick, hot jism. She swallowed and choked and then she gasped for breath. Still, he didn't release her. His jism escaped the sides of her mouth and dripped to her firm mounds. Still, he kept driving his cock in.

She sputtered as he finally gave her the last of his fluid and he slowly pulled his cock out. She could taste his jism all in her mouth. She had swallowed a great deal of it.

"God," he moaned. "You were fantastic, Debbie. The best fuck I've had in a tong time!"

Debbie found a piece of cloth to wipe her mouth.

"Over here," the man was saying, "is a classic example of…"

Diane quit listening. She wasn't interested in the flowers in the park. She'd seen flowers before. The only reason she'd agreed to come on the field trip was that Mr. Kinkaid had chosen her to come alone.

"He's watching you," Debbie whispered. "I think I'm getting jealous."

"What are you babbling about?" Diane asked.

"You know who I mean," Debbie said. "And don't pretend you don't. Mr. Kinkaid's watching you."

"Quit being silly," Diane said.

Diane knew her friend was not being silly. Mr. Kinkaid had been watching her. Now and then she would look up to find his amused eyes on her. She felt uncomfortable around him since the day she'd watched him with Mrs. Jones.

Yet, it was that same uncomfortable feeling that caused her to want to be around him. Her feelings just confused her.

"Damn it," Diane said. "I wish that I hadn't decided to come along today."

"Why not?" Debbie asked.

"Because I'm really not interested in this park," Diane answered. "A boy asked me up to the lake today and I should have went along."

Debbie couldn't understand the changes her friend had been going through. Lately she didn't seem the same Diane. Diane cussed more and seemed mad about something.

"Maybe something cool to drink would help," Debbie said. "I'll go and get us a Coke."

"Good idea," Diane said.

Diane watched her friend walk away and wondered why she couldn't walk like that. Diane had a better body but wasn't as free with it. Debbie could cause boys' heads to turn just by walking.

Diane looked away and looked at Mr. Kinkaid.

She realized that his eyes had been on Debbie's behind, also, and Diane blushed a fierce red.

He started walking toward her and there was no place for her to go. She stood very still as he walked up to her. She felt even more uncomfortable with him so close.

"Your friend gone for good?" he asked.

"Oh, no," Diane said. "She's just gone for something cool to dunk."

"Good idea," he said softly. "But I bet it would take a river to cool you off."

"What do you mean?" Diane asked. She felt that same hot redness at her cheeks.

"I saw you," he said. "I saw you watching."

"You saw what?" she asked.

She couldn't believe it. Why hadn't he said something? Why hadn't he stopped? It just couldn't be true. He couldn't have seen her.

"I saw you," he repeated. "You got your eyes full. That Mrs. Jones is quite a piece."

"Oh, my God," Diane said softly.

She knew there was little use in trying to deny it.

She'd been there and he'd seen her. She blushed even redder as she thought that he must have seen her with her fingers in her panties.

Matt Kinkaid took her arm and started pulling her away from the crowd.

"Mr. Kinkaid," she protested weakly. "Where are we going?"

"Call me Matt," he said. "After all, we know each other pretty well."

"But where are we going?" she asked.

"Just out of here," he said. "We need to get away before your friend comes back."

She felt her heart pounding as he pulled her off the path and into the dark shadows of the trees. She was scared, but she was even more frightened of trying to resist.

"We shouldn't be back here," she said. "I've got rules about leaving the path."

"Don't worry," he assured her.

He stopped puffing her when he got her into the middle of the woods. She could hear voices from the path, but she could see no one.

"Sit down," he said. "We need to talk."

It was warm enough to sit on the ground. She hoped the grass wouldn't stain her shorts. She saw his eyes go over her and she shivered. There was obvious hunger in his eyes. He sat down beside her and put his hand on her bare knee.

"Now," he said. "That's better. We won't be bothered by anyone. What do you intend to do about what you saw?"

"What do I intend to do?" she asked. "Nothing. I don't know what you mean."

"Sure you do," he said. "You could get me in a lot of trouble if you wanted."

"I wouldn't do that," she said.

His hand squeezed her knee. His eyes were gentle but fiercely hot. She felt a knot form in her stomach. She was alone in the woods with a man. Of course, all she had to do was scream and a dozen people would come running. Somehow that didn't make her feel any less afraid.

"You have very nice lips," he said. "Very pretty. So soft and inviting, but yet, prim and proper. I'd like to bruise them a little with a hard kiss."

His hand kept stroking her knee and she felt a tingle in her inner thighs. His hand went a little higher until he squeezed her leg just where her shorts ended.

"Just a little kiss," he said.

His kiss was firm, it wasn't the sort of begging kiss she was used to from a boy just asking for more. This was a kiss from a man who was promising her something.

He didn't stop at one kiss as she had known he wouldn't. He kissed her a little harder the second time. His lips were open and she understood the greedy demand of his lips. She moaned deep in her throat and encircled his neck with her arms.

She pulled him closer almost without realizing what she was doing. She felt his chest pressing the warmth of her young, but mature tits. Her thin halter did little to protect her from the insistent heat of his fingers. She found her nipples growing hard against the fabric, and she knew he was aware of it.

He kissed her throat. His teeth nipped at her. She knew that things were getting to the point of no return, and she pressed her hands firmly against his chest.

"No," she said. "You can't. I'm a virgin."

"So," he whispered. "Then it's time you learned about real joy."

"No," she said weakly. "I'll scream. I'll yell rape loud enough for the park to come running."

"No, you won't," he said.

She wanted to scream. She kept telling herself that all she had to do was open her mouth. She would wonder later why she didn't.

Perhaps it was the gentle way he looked at her or the way his hands touched her, like no boy had ever touched her. A feeling went through her, a feeling of desire that made her skin glow hotly.

"You won't scream," he said.

She knew he was right. She wouldn't scream. She couldn't scream. She needed him as badly as he needed her.

"I'm going to be gentle," he assured her. "I'm going to teach you things you never dreamed about. It's about time you had something else besides your hand in your panties!"

"No, you can't," she mumbled. "You can't. I'm a virgin. I really am a virgin."

"I know it," he said.

He pushed her gently onto her back and she felt his hands beneath her back. It was a moment before she realized what he was doing. His fingers deftly unhooked her halter top.

"No," she said weakly.

He grinned at her as he lifted her arms and pulled the halter off her.

The cool air touched her bare skin and made her shiver. But she shivered far more as his eyes ogled her. No other man had ever seen her tits. In private, she'd always been proud of them and almost wished that someone could see them. Now Matt was looking at them and she tried to cover herself with her anus.

"Don't do that," he said sharply. "There's no need to cover such beautiful things. You should be proud to show them. A man gets hungry just looking at them!"

She allowed her arms to be pressed don to her sides and once again his eyes devoured her creamy mounds and her hard pink nipples.

"They're so beautiful," he said. "I can't wait to kiss them."

She remembered how he had touched Mrs. Jones' tits, how he had caressed, fondled and sucked them. She remembered the sounds he'd made while sucking her and how she had longed for that same mouth around her nipples. But now she was afraid.

He brought his hands up her sides, stroking her soft skin, until his hands were underneath her tits. She moaned as his fingers gently stroked her nipples and his hands cupped her titties. He began to squeeze and each time sent another hot shiver down her spine.

"Stop it!" she gasped. "Oh, please step it. I don't like that."

"Sure you do," he said.

"No," she lied. "I don't. I don't like it."

"Sure you do," he said. "Every woman likes to have her tits fondled. Every woman likes to have a man's hands on her boobies."

"No," she said again.

Nothing would stop him, and she wasn't even sure she wanted him to stop. His hands did feel good. They caused a warmth between her thighs, the same warmth she'd felt that day in his office. She had to fight the impulse to reach down and unzip her shorts.

He kissed her throat and then allowed his tongue to leave a wet trail from her throat to the top of her creamy mounds. She felt him lick one of her nipples.

"They look so tasty," he said softly. "Like ice-cream mounds with a delicious cherry on top. I'm going to taste them, sugar!"

"No," she begged him, trying to push him away. "No, please no. Oh, my God!"

Never had so many fires started in her body at the same time. His lips barely brushed at one jutting nipple and she got so hot she struggled to keep her thighs together. She couldn't help rubbing herself against the round, trying to rid herself of the fiery itch between her legs.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. "You really liked that."

"No," she lied. "Yes, damn it. Yes!"

Now she knew how Mrs. Jones had felt when she had begged him to suck her titties.

Diane was so mixed up. She wanted him to stop. She told herself that she was a good girl over and over again. And yet, her tits ached for his kiss. She pushed herself off the ground, trying to get him to take her flesh into his mouth. How could a good girl be like this?

He flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, and then moved his face to the other. He kept licking both of them, over and over, until she was nearly driven out of her mind.

"Oh God, do something!" she cried.

"Do what?" he asked.

She understood what he wanted. He wanted her to beg just as Mrs. Jonas had begged. She wouldn't do it. She couldn't do it. She was not that kind of a girl.

But she found the words being torn from her throat, almost as if she were someone else speaking.

"Suck me," she pleaded. "I want you to suck me. Please suck me."

"That won't do," he chided. "What do you want me to suck? Tell me. Use the words. Just like you heard Mrs. Jones beg. Beg me."

"I want you to suck my titties," Diane said. "Please. I want you to suck my tits. They're so hot."

She'd said the words he wanted to hear and it was like a wall had tumbled down. She could no longer think clearly. Her good-girl image didn't matter, nothing mattered any more except the hot pleasure he could give her.

"Yes," she groaned. "Suck my titties. Suck them!"

He pressed his face hotly against the cavern between her two mounds. He tasted her soft, sweet flesh. He loved the way his lips made her moan for more. She was a hot one, all right. He hadn't been sure at first, but now he was. Before he was finished he would have her screaming with delight.

He moved his lips slowly over her flesh and once more found her nipple. He opened his lips and sucked the hard point into his mouth. He rolled the nipple underneath his tongue. He captured it between his teeth and bit gently.

"Oh, God," she cried. "Oh, God, what are you trying to do to me?"

He laughed loudly. He opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of her creamy flesh into his throat as he could manage. Her flesh was so hot and sweet, he thought he could manage to suck on her all day long.

He would have, too, if it were not for the persistent throbbing between his legs. He was growing impatient to stick his rod into this sweet thing's honeybox.

He let his hand fall to her thigh and he started squeezing gently. He moved his hand higher up so that it was resting against her pussy.

"Ummm," he said softly. "I'm so hot for you, baby. I can't wait to get my cock in!"

"Oh, my God," she said softly.

She really hadn't thought about him putting his thing into her. She knew she was going to get fucked, but she hadn't really thought about what that meant. Getting fucked meant he was really going to put his big shaft into her virgin cunt, the same way he had put it into Mrs. Jones.

She shivered as she remembered the blood-filled cock, covered with the redhead's saliva, slamming deeply into that auburn cunt. In a few minutes that same cock would be filling her pussy.

"Oooh!" she groaned softly.

She felt his hand slip beneath her and softly caress her rounded buttocks. His fingers squeezed her asscheeks, and all the time he was moved closer to her zipper. Finally she felt him tugging at it until he got it completely undone.

She had another moment of shame and fear as she felt his hands slipping through the opening of her shorts and caressing her panty-clad ass.

"No," she said, as she struggled to push him away from her. "Move. I don't want you too. Please stop."

It was too late now even if he had to rape her. He pushed her harder against the ground and his body leaned completely on her. She felt his knees parting her thighs and resting snugly against her mound.

He knew how to move to get the most excitement out of her. Slowly he moved his knee from side to side. She felt those same delicious shivers going up and down her spine. She fried to wiggle free but his knee was wedged solidly there.

His other hand caressed her ass and she felt his fingers searching for the top of her panties. She sighed as she felt his hand go underneath her panties to touch the cool skin of her ass. His finger parted her crack and prodded her anus.

"Oooh," she said. "Ooooh, stop that. You don't know what you're doing to me."

"I know," he assured her. "And you're going to like it, baby. You're really going to like it. In a few minutes, I'm going to let you feel my cock. Would you like that?"

"No," she protested. "No."

The truth was she could already feel his cock. She felt the hard bulge pressing against the inside of her thigh every time his knee moved. The hard bulge felt huge already, and he wasn't even out of his trousers.

"Let me get your shorts off," he said. "Raise up a little."

Again she struggled with him but she didn't have the strength or will to do much.

In just seconds, his experienced fingers were tugging her shorts off her legs. Now only a pair of flimsy panties stood between her and his goal.

His hand groped between her thighs and she felt a shivery heat all over her body. He started rubbing her cunt lips through her panties.

"God," she moaned. "Oh God, stop that!"

"You keep saying stop, but you don't mean it," he said, leering at her.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I do mean it. I want you to stop. Stop now."

"You couldn't mean it," he said. "Your cunt's hotter than a firecracker. Your panties are already soaked. You know you don't want me to stop."

What he said was true. Her panties were soaked. She hadn't noticed it before, but she had already been dripping juices in her excitement. There was no use trying to lie to him any longer. He knew what she was. He knew her pussy was aching for his hard cock. She started lifting up to meet his rubbing hand.

He ginned at her.

"Now you're getting there, sugar," he said. "I knew you'd give it up."

"God," she said. "Sweet God, I can't help liking it. I can't help it!"

"Of course not, baby," he assured her.

His hands went into her panties and he began tugging them down her legs. She kicked out of them and spread her legs farther apart.

"Ummmmm," she said, as his fingers started exploring her black thatch again.

"A heavy, black bush," he said. "I like a furry snatch!"

His finger carefully parted the delicate petals of her cunt. She gasped as she felt one finger going inside her. He rubbed his finger against her hymen.

"No," she groaned.

"It's all right, baby," he assured her. "I'll be gentle with you."

He slipped two fingers into her and she felt a hot spasm of pleasure.

"Oooooh," she groaned softly.

Again and again he drove his finger into her until she was slippery.

"I want you to feel my cock," he said.

He took her hand and pressed it against his hard bulge. He was so big. She wanted to draw her hand back but she was fascinated by the feel of him. She traced his hardness with her fingertips until she found the cock-head.

"Take it out," he said. "Take my cock out! I want you to play with it."

She fumbled with his zipper and he finally had to help her.

He unzipped himself quickly and took her hand. He pushed her hand inside his trousers and she felt the heated staff of flesh against her fingers. His cock throbbed in her fingers.

"Wrap your hand around it," he instructed her.

She laced her fingers nervously around his rod. Her fingers immediately sticky and she realized what it was from cum. For the first time in her life, she was actually touching a man's cock and feeling his cum.

She jerked her hand away as if she had been burnt.

"Don't be afraid of it," he said. "It won't bite. Put your hand back."

The commanding tone of his voice left no choice but to do as she was told. She laced her fingers around the stem of his cock once again.

"Now move your hand up and down gently," he directed her. "Ahhhhhh, that's it. You catch on fast. Your hands are so soft!"

This time he moved her hand. He raised up and quickly unbuckled himself. He pulled his trousers down to his knees.

"Now put your hand on my balls," he said. "Feel how heavy they are."

She felt his balls. They were heavy. Another drop of liquid appeared on the head of his cock.

"They're full of cum," he said. "Cum for you. Some other time I'm going to teach you how to suck a man off. I'm going to let you taste cum."

She remembered again. She remembered how the redhead had sucked his cock and then looked so satisfied as she swallowed it down, like the cat eating the canary.

Again Diane wondered what cum would taste like. This time she wasn't going to find out, because he was pushing her flat again and kneeling between her legs.

He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the cock-head up and down her virgin cunt.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, stop."

Her cunt juices were mixing with his thick jism and making her cunt entrance slippery. He stretched out on top of her, his chest mashing painfully against her tits. He adjusted himself so that he was not hurting her.

He pushed and she felt his cock-head stretching the virgin entrance to her cunt. He had to shove really hard to gain entrance. She moaned in pain and tried to wiggle out from under him.

"You're hurting me!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"

"Relax, sugar," he said soothingly. "You're tighter than I thought you were."

"No!" she screamed. "You're hurting me! Stop it! Stop it right now!"

His cock-head popped into her almost before she realized it had happened. Now he was pressing against her hymen.

"God," he said. "You're so tight. You're so fucking tight. You're the tightest fucking virgin I've ever had."

She groaned as he continued his pressure against her hymen. She felt as if her insides were splitting apart. She screwed in pain and tried to rake her fingernails down his back. If he hadn't been wearing a shirt, she certainly would have drawn blood.

"Jesus Christ," he said softly.

She pounded helplessly on his back as he pushed harder and harder until his thick cock ripped through the fragile walls of her hymen and plunged deep into her.

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her nails tried again to dig into his back. He had hurt her.

"Bastard," she said softly. "Bastard, you're killing me."

"Just relax," he said. "The pain will go away soon. You had a really tight cunt."

He didn't start fucking her right away. He waited until the pain had subsided. The first thing she became aware of was how deep his cock had plunged into her. She could feel it almost in her stomach. The huge cock-head was pulsating and she could almost feel the blood pounding hotly.

"Oooooooh," she moaned.

"There," he said. "It's beginning to feel better."

She had to admit that it was. She'd thought that he had torn her in half but now something nice was happening between her legs. She became slowly aware of a burning itch. She started moving her ass against the ground, aware that her cunt was causing friction on his prick.

"There, baby," he said. "I told you. I told you that you'd like it."

Now he began to fuck her in slow, gentle strokes that drove his cock deep into her. He would bring it almost out of her before he would plunge into her again.

"Oh, you're right," she said. "You're right. It's starting to feel strange. It's really starting to feel good."

She almost jumped out of her skit when he really started to fuck her.

He was getting really excited and was now slamming his cock into her.

"Uhhhh," he grunted. "You're so tight. I can't stand it. I've got to really fuck you."

"Yes," she moaned. "Really give it to me. Really fuck me hard! Just like you fucked Mrs. Jones. Fuck me just like you did that redeheaded bitch!"

He was a little surprised at the fierce tone of her voice. She was really going crazy. He was stroking her hard but she was thrusting back at him just as hard.

"God," he said. "You hot little bitch!"

"Call me what you want!" she cried. "Do anything you want. Just fuck me!"

He reached beneath her and cupped her asscheeks. This way he was driving his spear deeper into her tight cunt. He wished that he had taken off his shirt.

He wished he could feel her hard little nipples poking holes in his chest, but there would be other times. He had barely tapped this little sexpot. There were going to be many other chances to teach her all about sex.

His balls were getting tight as he continued to thrust savagely into her hot box.

"Jesus, baby," he said softly. "Jesus, you're so tight. So Goddamned tight. I can't help myself. I'm going to have to give you my cum."

"Yes," she urged him. "Give it to me. Fill me up. Give me all your cum."

"Oh, Jesus Christ," he said. "Jesus Christ, I can't hold it any longer."

She thrust up at him once again as she felt his hot cum pouring into her hungry pussy. At the same time, she felt herself climbing. "Yes!" she cried. "Give it to me! I'm coming, too! I'm coming with you. Oh yes, squirt that stuff in me! It makes me feel so hot, SO HOTTT!" They collapsed in each other's arms and it was a long time before either of them could move.

Debbie didn't like the way the boy was watching her as she brought back the two Cokes. She felt his eyes on her as she rejoined the crowd and found that Diane was nowhere to be found. She was aware that the young, curly-haired boy had walked up behind her.

"You looking for your friend?" he asked.

His voice was surly and his eyes were wicked. Debbie was glad there were a lot of people around.

"Yes," Debbie said. "I am."

"I saw her leave with that teacher," the boy said. "Over there."

"You mean Mr. Kinkaid?" Debbie asked.

"Yeah," the boy said. "That's the one."

"But where did they go?" Debbie asked.

"That way," the boy said. He grinned at her as he pointed toward the woods. "They both looked like they were kind of in a hurry."

The look on his face left no doubt in Debbie's mind that he was telling the truth. But why would Diane and Mr. Kinkaid go into the woods together? A possibility came to Debbie but she dismissed the idea quickly. With any other girl, it might be possible. Even Debbie might have been tempted to take Mr. Kinkaid up on an offer, but not Diane. Debbie had known Diane too long. They'd been friends all through grammar school and then high school, and even talked about going to the same college.

Debbie knew her friend almost as well as she knew herself. Diane was a prudish virgin, and definitely not the type to go walking in the woods with grown men. Yet, there had been something different about her friend lately, something Debbie couldn't quite understand. Maybe there was something to what this boy said.

"Maybe you'd like to go looking for them?" the boy asked.

The thought was exciting. She kept telling herself that her friend could be doing nothing wrong. Perhaps she would really see something unexpected, like Diane and Mr. Kinkaid together. Debbie felt a little weak in her knees.

"What about it?" the boy asked. "My name's Tod. We might see something interesting."

"Not Diane," Debbie protested. "Diane's a very nice girl. We wouldn't see a thing."

"Are you afraid to find out?" Tod taunted.

"Of course not," Debbie said.

"Then let's go look."

Debbie wanted to refuse, but something urged her to follow the boy. He started off toward the woods looking over his shoulder at her.

When he saw her standing still he gave her a smug leer. That settled it. She wanted to see his face when he found out she was right and there was nothing going on. Debbie pulled her head up and walked proudly after him.

The two of them had barely entered the woods when Debbie felt her heart pounding rapidly. She felt wicked. Again she told herself that there could be nothing going on. Yet, she couldn't think of any good reason for Diane and Mr. Kinkaid to be in the woods together.

"Shhhhh," Tod said. He grabbed her arm. "They're just up ahead. From here on, we walk real soft."

There were beads of sweat on Tod's upper lip and his eyes were burning with an intense excitement.

She let her eyes sweep dawn until she saw the heavy bulge in his trousers. She suddenly thought of another reason why Tod wanted her to go to the woods. Maybe everything he had been telling her was a lie, and he wanted her alone in the woods to rape her. Like every girl, Debbie had fantasies about rape but didn't want any of her fantasies to come true.

"I think I'll go back," Debbie said.

He clutched her arm in a grip so fierce that her arm turned white.

"No," he said. "Just up ahead. I hear them. Don't you want to see your friend?"

Debbie started to jerk her arm away, but then she also heard the soft sounds coming from up ahead. Again she felt her heart pounding fiercely. She couldn't believe what she heard.

It sounded like a girl crying softly. It was not hurt crying but pleased crying, like when a girl was getting something that made her happy.

"You hear them now?" Tod asked.

"I hear somebody," she admitted. "But it's not Diane. I know it couldn't be Diane."

"Come see," he insisted.

His hand dropped from her arm. For a moment she wanted to turn and run, but she just couldn't. This time Tod took her by the hand.

"Just follow me," he said.

She went with him. There was no fear of being seen. They stopped just at the edge of the clearing with a clear view of everything going oft.

Debbie's tint thought was that she'd been right and it wasn't her friend. The hot little girl who was begging Mr. Kinkaid for more, as he slapped his thick cock into her, couldn't possibly be prudish Diane.

Then the shock reaction set in because Debbie knew the naked tits, that straight, black hair, that soft, sexy voice could only belong to her friend.

"Oh, my God," Debbie said softly.

Debbie felt wicked standing there watching, but she couldn't find the strength to move away. She felt Tod's arm going around her waist and pulling her close. She didn't try to move away.

"It's Diane," she said. "It really is Diane. How could she do it?"

But Debbie really didn't need an answer to that question. She already knew the answer. Diane had been strongly attracted to the teacher from the start. One look at those hot eyes let a girl know that he knew his way around.

Tod's hand dropped from her waist to cup one asscheek and the still didn't protest. Actually his fingers felt good stroking her through her tight shorts. She felt a warmth between her thighs from his fingers and partly from what she was watching. She realized that Mr. Kinkaid and Diane were approaching climax.

"We've got to get out of hew," she said.

"I've got a car," he told her. "It's parked near the entrance."

She knew what he wanted and she knew she couldn't refuse. She wanted the same thing. Just watching had stirred her blood hotly.

"Okay," she said softly.

She kept hearing Diane's soft moans as she walked out of the woods. She couldn't believe it, any of her other friends, but not Diane. She couldn't believe she had seen Debbie, naked, with her legs in the air and Mr. Kinkaid's big cock filling her up.

Debbie knew one thing for sure. The relationship between her and Diane would never be quite the same.

"Here it is," Tod said.

He opened the door for her and she slid in. She didn't waste any time. She slid close to him as soon as he got under the wheel. She put her hand on his thigh and felt the heat. She allowed her finger to touch his bulge.

"Ummmm," she said. "Let's go somewhere quick."

"I'm with you, baby," he said.

Debbie remembered that only a few moments before she had been afraid this boy was going to rape her and now she was afraid he wasn't. It was strange how things could change so quickly. She didn't even know the boy. She only knew that he had wicked eyes, a good build and probably knew how to use his cock.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"I know a nice place," he answered.

She was surprised when he pulled up into the deserted parking lot of the school building.

"What are we doing here?" she asked.

"I told you I knew a nice place." He grinned at her. "There's a way in. Trust me."

She didn't trust him but she didn't argue when he grabbed her hand and pulled her up the walkway. He didn't go for the front door. Instead, he led her around to the entrance of the physical-education building. The door opened easily.

"Isn't this the boys' locker room?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said.

She had to admit there was something interesting about going into the boys' locker room. The room smelled of boys, a strong masculine smell of sweat and steam.

"This way," he said.

He pushed her ahead of him until they passed the shower rooms and dressing rooms. He stopped her at the coach's office. The door was not locked and he pushed her inside.

"I told you I knew a nice place," he said. "Nobody's going to bother us here."

She looked around. The room was just big enough for a large desk and a big, overstuffed couch. She felt a shiver as she looked at the couch.

He put an arm back around her waist and hugged her close to him.

"I'm hot, baby," he said. "I want to get you naked so I can play with you."

His hand was quick as he unbuttoned her shorts and jerked down her zipper. He was pulling her shorts down her legs almost before she realized he had started.

"Let me help," she said.

She sat down on the couch and took her shoes off. She kicked out of her shorts and quickly peeled her flimsy panties down her slim legs. She saw him looking so she leaned back and parted her legs to give him a better look.

"God," he said softly.

He was looking right into her pink pussy. He licked his dry lips and rubbed his crotch.

"Fucking nice," he whispered softly. "But hurry up and take the rest off. I want to see your tits."

She stood up and peeled the sweater off. She wore no bra. Her firm mounds poked at him and she brought her hands up under them so they would jut out even more.

"Damn nice," he said.

"Aren't you going to get naked?" she asked.

"Still, yes," he said.

He got his shirt and under shirt off in just a few seconds. She could tell he was really excited because ho fumbled with his belt for a few seconds before he got it undone. Finally he sat down on the floor, kicked his shoes off and stripped the trousers off his legs.

"Hurry," she said.

She sat down on the couch again, this time offering him a better show. She spread her thighs and allowed her hand to touch the tingling spot in her blonde thatch. She began to work her finger all around her sensitive pussy lips.

"I'm so hot!" she moaned.

She looked straight at the bulge between his legs. It looked large enough, but it was mostly concealed by his shorts. He grinned at her.

"I thought I'd let you take this off," he said.

"Then hurry up and get over here," she said.

She'd never seen a boy move so fast. He was by her side in a moment. She reached for his shorts and carefully tugged them down his legs. His cock poked against her cheek as she finished getting his shorts off.

"Ummmm," she said, as she wrapped her hot mouth around his swollen flesh. "I like it."

She bent her lips to his prick without him asking. The end of his cock was slightly wet from his lubricating fluid. She licked the white stuff off his prick and heard his gasp of surprise.

So, he wasn't used to getting sucked. Debbie decided to give him a real thrill. She opened her lips and took just the crown of his cock into her mouth. She began to use her teeth and tongue gently around the sensitive part of his cock.

"Shit," he groaned. "That feels so fucking nice. So nice. So Goddamned nice."

She sucked his cock deeper into her throat. She saw that this was really getting him excited and she began to suck hard. At the same time, she reached up and began to play with his heavy balls. She felt his hands clutch the back of her head and he started directing her movements. Her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock in piston-like movements.

She tasted a little more of his thick, salty fluid and she quickly swallowed it down. She knew he was getting ready to come because she felt his cock-head growing in her mouth.

"Fuck!" he cried. "Oh fuck, it feels so nice. I'm going to make it in your mouth. I can't stand it. I've got to blow, honey. I'VE GOT TO BLOW MY CUM IN YOUR MOUTHHHHH!"

This time she was ready for it. She pushed her mouth all the way down to his balls and felt him explode into the back part of her throat. She couldn't taste it and it was easy to swallow the stuff down. She kept drinking him up as if he were a water fountain. Even when he was done, she sucked more out of him.

"No," he said. "Shit, baby, that was nice but now you're hurting me. I don't have any more."

Finally he managed to push her away from his cock.

She got up and leaned back on the couch. She wet the tip of her finger and put it back at her blonde thatch.

"Ummmm, honey," she said. "Get that thing hard again. I'm ready for it."

He wasn't sure he could ever go again, but he began to feel excited just watching her.

She was better than a porno movie. Her finger parted the juicy, red petals of her cunt and slipped inside. He could actually see her finger going in and out of herself.

He sat down close to her and started rubbing her titties. He could feel her mounds getting swollen under the touch of his fingers. She really was a hot little piece.

He bent over and started licking at her hard nipples. It gave him a sense of pleasure and power when he felt her ass start to squirm against the couch. He sucked in more of her tender flesh.

"Jesus," she groaned. "Jesus, that feels nice. Keep sucking me like that. IT'S MAKING ME SO HOT?"

He continued to suck at her titties as his hand moved don the flat of her stomach to touch her bush. His hand was over hers and he could feel the movements.

"Oh, I do feel so hot," she groaned.

His cock was brushing against her thigh at every movement and he could feel himself growing hard again. He could feel the tightness in his balls that would soon make him beg for release.

He moved her hand and plunged two fingers into her slippery cunt. He felt her move with pleasure as he began to drive his fingers in and out of her tight cunt.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "God, yes I like it. Keep doing that. Keep doing it."

His fingers searched for and found her clit. She ground herself against him as his finger brushed against her sensitive nub.

"Shit!" she cried. "Oh skit, that's nice. I love your finger."

He felt her cunt get wetter as he kept moving his fingers against her hard clit. Her cunt seemed to suck at his fingers. He tried to drive his fingers in deeper.

"That's it," she said, writhing against him. She pushed her tit into his clutching fingers. "Keep playing with my tit. I'm so Goddamned hot!"

It was like she had gone crazy. He had fucked girls before. He was no novice turning girls on. But this was a different kind of girl.

She had gotten hotter quicker than any girl he had ever seen and it was like she'd gone crazy for cock, like she was hungry for it. He didn't mind. He loved it.

"God!" she gasped. "Give me your cock, baby. I want your cock in me."

He rolled over on top of her with his fingers still buried in her hot muff. He still drove his fingers in and out of her cunt while he brushed his cock against her soft thighs. It wasn't long before he felt his cock grow straight again and her thighs were getting wet from his lubricating fluid.

She reached for him. Her hot hands clutched at him. One hand wrapped around his staff while her other hand stroked his balls. This time he was forced to pull his fingers out of her cunt. She tugged him between her legs so that his cock-head was pushed firmly against her cunt.

"Put it in me!" she screamed. "Put it in me!"

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and pulled him tightly against her. He felt her open her thighs as he started a steady pressure against her cunt.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes, like that! Put your big cock right in my cunt! Do it now!"

He could stand it no longer. He gave a hard shove and his cock plunged deep into her hot sheath. She began to immediately move against him.

"I love it!" she wailed. "I love it! I love your big fat cock inside me! It feels so good! I can feel it leaking in me! It feels so good!"

Her hand warmed between them and he felt her fingers touching his balls. She got a better grip on his sac and she began squeezing gently.

"Don't squeeze them off," he said.

"Don't worry, honey," she cried. "I just want to squeeze them in. I just want to feel your hot own flooding my insides. I just want to be filled up by you."

He started driving his cock in and out of her sucking cunt. It felt fantastic. She knew how to use her cunt muscles to surround his cock and squeeze him dry.

His balls felt so heavy with sperm that he was afraid he couldn't wait until she came first. He didn't have to worry about that, though.

She was already hotter than a firecracker. She could feel the heat building up in her cunt and making her skin tingle. She felt the first delicious spasm go up her spine.

"Jesus!" she cried. "Jesus, I love it! I'm going to come! You're going to make me come!"

"Yeah, baby," he said softly. "Come. I want to feel your ass jerking when you came. I want to hear you cry and moan with pleasure."

"Fuck!" she screamed. "Oh, fuck, I'm crying for it. I'm begging for it. It feels so fucking good. I love it. God, I low it! You're making me come! Make me come!"

"Come, baby," he groaned. "Come on."

"Yessss!" she groaned. "I am. I'm coming. I'm coming. YESSSSS, I'M COMINGGGGGGG! AGHGHGHHHHH!"

She went really crazy then. Her ass jerked as if he were riding a wild horse not a girl's pussy. She acted as if she was trying to jerk him off.

He could feel his balls getting tight again as he began to come.

"Stilt!" he cried. "Stilt, I'm coming! Shit, shit, shit! Oh, fuckkkrmeeeeshittt!"

His hot cock exploded into her with a thick wad of his jism. Again and again he spurted. It felt so good it was almost painful. He collapsed on top of her with a soft sigh.

James Wailer was both nervous and excited. He sat behind his big oak desk and took a kleenex out of one drawer to wipe his forehead. He was sweating as only a big man can sweat.

He put the soggy tissue in the wastepaper basket and turned his attention back to the papers on his desk. He couldn't concentrate. He knew that, in a few minutes, he was going to put his career on the line.

Anything could happen. The girl might start screaming or she might go into shock. She might not even be afraid of him. She might laugh at him. He didn't know if he could stand that or not.

He heard the soft knock on the door.

"Come in!" he boomed.

His voice sounded stronger than he felt.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Wailer?" Diane Christopher asked.

"I sure did," he said. "Come on in and sit down, Diane. We need to talk."

Diane Christopher certainly was a good-looking piece. He'd always thought so from the time he'd seen her in the school cheerleading tryouts. Today she wore a short dress, and a tight-fitting sweater. She wore no stockings, but her firm, trim legs were good enough without them.

He felt his pulse quicken as she sat down across from him and crossed her pretty legs. He liked the dress. There weren't many girls who wore short skirts these days. Mast of them went around in baggy pants and sweaters with their hair uncombed. Diane had her jet-black hair pulled back in a bun.

"Diane," he began. "I guess you're wondering why I called you out of class today."

"Yes, sir," Diane admitted. "Is there something wrong with my work?"

Diane could see that Mr. Wailer had her transcript in front of him. She hadn't thought that there was any trouble with her grades, but she couldn't think of any other reason why the vice-principal would want to see her.

"No," Mr. Wailer said.

She wondered why his voice sounded so nervous.

"I'm afraid we have a more serious problem to talk about, Diane. One that concerns you and a certain teacher in this school."

He watched her face very closely. This was the point where he had to decide if he really wanted to go through with what he had planned. The look on her face convinced him.

Matt Kinkaid hadn't been lying. There had been a rumor that something had happened on the park trip, something between Diane and Matt. The youngsters had been whispering about it in the halls around school.

James had gone to him personally knowing how a thing like that could completely ruin a teacher's reputation. The man hadn't been frightened at all.

"Sure," Matt said casually. "It happened. The little bitch has been begging for it from the first day she walked into my classroom."

His first impulse was to fire Kinkaid on the spot, but then he realized what that would mean. Kinkaid could deny it and take it before the school board.

No matter what happened there would always be a black spot on the school.

He was going to take a little time to think about things. Yet, all he found himself thinking about was the way Diane's ass twitched when she walked down the hall. She had such a fantastic build.

He kept remembering his fat wife and the times he had fucked her in the last few years. She was little more than a quick release, nothing really fun. Diane Christopher, however, had a body and a way of wiggling that turned him on.

If Matt Kinkaid was telling the truth, then it might not be hard to get into her box. Even he could do it.

"Aren't you feeling well Mr. Wailer?" Diane said.

"Of course," he said. "Just a little hot. But we're not here to talk about me. I want to come right to the point, Diane. Did something happen between you and Mr. Kinkaid?"

Diane could feel herself blushing a bright red. She searched her mind for an answer. She couldn't tell him the truth. She couldn't tell anyone the truth. She was aware of the rumors going around school, but she'd hoped they would fade away. Now she saw that she was going to have to think of a way to make the students quit whispering.

"No," she said weakly.

"Nothing at all?" he asked.

James was beginning to feel better. He knew she was lying. After awhile, one got a feeling about such thing. He knew how to deal with a lying child. First, he had to completely break down her resistance so that he could get at the truth. After that, anything could happen.

"No," Diane said.

"Look at me, child," he demanded.

She raised her head and her beautiful blue eyes looked like a frightened animal's.

"I want the truth," he said. "I want to know what happened in that park."

"Nothing," she said. Her head was trembling, and there was a sob in her throat. "Nothing happened. I'm telling you the truth."

Diane felt as if she were going to fail over any minute. She wished his eyes would look somewhere else. She felt as if ho could look right down into her soul.

"Tell me the truth," he said.

This was crazy, she thought. And it wasn't fair. She wasn't the only girl ever to get mixed up with a teacher. There were plenty of them in school. She shouldn't be getting questioned like this.

"I'm telling you the truth," she insisted.

He was quiet for a long time. He kept looking at her. She wished the next bell would ring so she could go back to her classwork.

"All right," he said, with a disgusted sigh. "We're not going to get anywhere like this. I'll have to find the truth another way."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I have to eventually find out the truth," he said. "From someone. I'd rather you tell me, but since you insist that nothing happened, then I'm going to have to look somewhere else for my information. You can go."

He looked down at his desk and pretended to be looking at her work record. The sudden dismissal always worked. It left them with unanswered questions. They started to wonder what he was going to do? He knew that all sorts of possibilities quickly passed through her mind. She was still sitting there when he looked up.

"Well?" he asked.

"I wasn't telling the truth, Mr. Wailer," she whispered softly.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he said. "What is the truth, Diane?"

Diane put her head down.

"Nothing really bad," she said. "We just left the park and we… we talked for awhile!"

She knew he wasn't going to believe that.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You're still not being honest with me, Diane."

"Oh, my God," she said softly. "All right, I'll tell you. I went into the woods with him."

"And?" James questioned.

"And he laid me," Diane said.

She'd meant to shock him. Instead, he gave her a leering grin.

"Yes," he said. "That must have been very nice. You realize, though, that we can't allow this sort of thing to go on happening."

"Yes sir," she said.

"Perhaps I should tell your parents," he suggested.

"Oh, God, no!" she gasped. She was really frightened now, just like he wanted her to be. She slid her chair closer to his desk and put her hand down on his.

"Oh please, Mr. Wailer. I'll do anything you want. Anything. But please don't tell my parents. Or anyone!"

The way her blue eyes looked made him really feel hot. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he felt himself start to grow hard.

"Ummmm, yes," he said. "Perhaps there isn't any real reason to get your parents upset."

"No," Diane said.

She was panic stricken. She could already see her father's face. Her parents just couldn't be told. No matter what it cost her.

"Perhaps we could work something out," he said.

For the first time Diane started to realize why he had called her to the office.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"First, I want you to undress, because I want to examine every pretty inch of you."

She knew there was little use in protesting. He had her where he wanted her, and after all, it wasn't like she'd never done it before.

She stood up and grasped the bottom of her sweater. She pulled it off in one quick motion. She saw the way his eyes went wide at the sight of her creamy boobies.

"You didn't wear a bra," he said.

"Do I need one?" she asked. "No," he gasped. "You don't. You certainly don't."

She found that she liked the ways his eyes ogled her. He may have been old and fat, but his eyes were young and burning hot. She put her hands under her tit and lifted them out toward him.

"Jesus," he said softly. "You have a fantastic pair of titties. Really fantastic. But now take the rest of your clothes off. I want to see everything."

She nodded. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She kicked out of her skirt and shoes. Now, all she had on was her flimsy, green panties.

"Shit," he said. "Nice. Very fucking nice!"

She took off her panties, slowly sliding the to down her firm legs and kicking them off. He stand hotly at her black bush.

"Fucking nice," he repeated. "God, my cock's hard already!"

He didn't tell her that his cock had been hot before he called her into the room.

"Come here," he said.

He rolled backwards in his chair so that she could fit between his fat legs.

"You're so nice," he said. "So nice and soft. I've never felt anyone so soft!"

He kept running his hands all over her body, kneading and caressing her soft flesh. His hands burned. She moaned as his fingers brushed across her taut nipples. He realized he was turning her on. A girl being blackmailed into sex was not the type to get turned on. Diane was moving closer, pushing her tits into his groping fingers.

"Umnunm," Diane gasped. "You have such strong fingers. You make me tingly all over."

He pushed his hand between her legs. He felt the softness of her furry bush. He pushed his hand farther and felt her cunt lips.

"Ummmm," Diane said.

He pushed at her cunt lips with his stubby finger and was surprised again as she humped at him.

Diane was getting just a little surprised at herself. She hadn't expected to find herself responding so hotly to his caress. She'd been willing to go through with it because she had to. She hadn't thought she could actually enjoy anything he did to her. There could be no doubt that his stubby fingers lit fires within her.

"Oh, God," she said softly. "Put your finger in me. Put your finger in my cunt. Please God!"

There was nothing gentle in the way his fingers parted the petals of her cunt and slipped inside, but she didn't want him to be gentle. She pushed up at his fingers and she felt them go deeper.

"Oh, that's the way to put your fingers in me," she groaned. "Wiggle them around. You're making me so hot. So fucking hot. Keep wiggling them around!"

Her cunt juices made his lingers slippery as he began moving them in and out of her aunt. She pressed dawn on them again, loving the feeling of them rubbing against her cunt walls.

"Shit!" she groaned. "Oh, I love it. I really love it. Oh shit!"

She almost screamed out loud when she felt his stubby fingers rubbing against her clit. He knew he had found her special joy spot from the way she wiggled. He began rubbing his finger back and forth against her clit until she sobbed softly.

"Shit, baby," he said. "I never knew you could get this hot!"

"Yes," she agreed. "I'm hot. I'm so hot!" Her hand traced the inside of his thigh until she reached the bulge in his trousers. Quickly, her fingers unzipped him and she reached inside. She found his thick cock bunched in his shorts and slipped her hand inside his shorts. She laced her fingers around his staff.

"Oh, baby," he groaned. "Baby, that feels good!"

His cock trembled in her tight fingers. She began to slowly move her fingers up and down.

"Shit, baby," he said. "Pull it out. Pull my cock out!"

She pulled his trembling cock from his trousers. Her fingers felt sticky as he leaked.

"Jesus," she moaned. "I want it inside me. I want your big cock inside me."

He didn't take time to undress. He pushed her backwards across the floor until they reached the couch. He pressed her back on the couch and leaned against her.

"Yes," she sobbed. "Put it in me. Put that big thing in me."

She felt the cock-head pressed snugly against her cunt and she opened her legs a little wider.

"God!" she moaned. "God! I'm so hot for it. Put it in me. Put it in me."

She split her legs wider and hunched up at him. She felt his cock being drawn into her deeply. She hunched again and she felt him go all the way until his balls rested against her.

"Ooooooh!" she cried. "Oooooh, I love it!"

It was nice. She hadn't expected his cock to fill her so nicely, but his cock was as thick and fat as he was. She moaned in soft delight.

"Mmmmmmmm," she said. "Your cock is nice. It's so nice. It fills me up good. Good!"

She wished that they had taken time to take the rest of his clothes off, but they were getting to the place where nothing mattered except his cock.

He started moving in and out of her cunt slowly but with deep, savage stokes that told her he was really hungry for pussy.

"Lovely," she gasped. "Lovely."

Her hands went around his back and she clutched him to her fiercely. She felt feverish all over. This time was even better than when Matt Kinkaid had fucked her. Perhaps it got better each time. She grunted as she felt the first silvery spasm of delight go up her spine.

"I'm coming," she said. "I'm coming. Oh God, I'm going to come. Jesus, I love it. I love it. Jesus, I can feel you squirting in me. You're squirting in me. You're filling me up. You're FILLING ME UPPPPPP!"

He kept moving in and out of her until every drop of his jism had been drained into her hot box. She moaned softly as she felt his limp cock slipping out of her.

"Jesus Christ," she sobbed. "That was fantastic. That was really fantastic."

He had dropped off the couch to stretch out on the softly-carpeted floor. She let her hand fall down to touch his limp cock still wet with their mingled juices.

"Can you make it again?" she asked.

"Again?" he asked incredulously. "Jesus Christ, no!"

She gave him a smug look and slipped down beside him. She started undoing his shirt.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm undressing you," she said. "That's obvious."

"But you can't," he protested. "I mean, I…"

"You don't have to do anything," she said. "I'm going to do it all."

She felt a strong sense of power as she got his shirt and undershirt off and then unbuckled his trousers. She pulled his clothes off.

He was not a handsome man when she had him completely naked. He was too fat and wrinkled. But his cock was fat too, and that was what she was concerned with.

She brushed her black hair back from her face and bent over his cock. She clutched his staff tightly in her fingers and slipped her mouth over the rim of his cock. She began to jerk him up and down while her teeth nipped gently at his sensitive crown.

"Oh Jesus, Diane," he said. "What are you frying to do to me?"

She was too busy to answer him. She pushed her tongue out and licked all up and down his cock. She coated his cock with her saliva and then did the same with his balls.

She could tell that he'd never had a blowjob before. He began to moan as her mouth worked on him. His hand caressed her head softly.

She wandered what it would be like to taste his sperm, but she had to get more courage before she tried that. Right now her cunt was aching and she wanted to get on top of him and feel her cunt sucking his cock in.

She kept working until she felt his cock growing stiff again. She released his staff from her hand and sucked his entire rod into her mouth.

"Christ," he said softly. "Christ!"

He got stiff again.

"Ummm," she said, releasing his cock. "I'm ready to fuck you."

"Yes," he said. "I didn't think I could again but I'm ready. I'm ready."

She climbed on top of him and pushed her cunt right down against his cock. She pushed down until his cock went easily into her.

This time she did the work and she made it a slow, comfortable fuck. She milked his rod while she squeezed her cunt muscles.

"Christ," he moaned again.

She kissed him, pressing her mouth hungrily against his. She slipped her tongue between his lips and heard his soft gasp of surprise. She began to drive her tongue into his mouth with the same rhythm of her sucking cunt. She felt his thrusts begin to quicken.

"Baby," he said. "I don't know. I'm getting hotter. I'm getting hotter. I'm going to come again."

"Yes," she said softly. "I want you to come. I want you to come. I want you to fill my pussy with your cum again."

"Christ," he moaned. "You are one hot bitch. One fucking, hot bitch. I'm going to blow it in your cunt. Jesus, I'm going to blow it in your cunt! Christ, baby, here I come. Here I fucking come! AGHGHGHGHGH!"

She kept milking his cock until the first spasms of hot delight racked her own body. Her arms went around his neck and her mouth pound hungrily down on his again.

"MMMMMMM," she moaned.

She fell against him and kept him tightly against her until she felt his cock grow limp and slip out of her. His cock had filled up her cunt so nicely.

It had been so much better than she'd expected.

"You may be a little plump," she said softly. "But you know how to use your cock."

"Do you really think so?" James asked proudly. She could tell that she had really pleased him. It was so easy to please men.

"Sure," she said. "Your wife just doesn't know what she's been missing."

His hand stroked her titty and she pulled away before he would start to get any more ideas. It had been nice but it wasn't so nice that she was ready to go again. There were plenty of good-looking men to have sex with.

"I've got to get dressed," she said.

"You'll get dressed when hay so," he said.

His voice had gotten ugly but he couldn't match the fierce look she gave him. Diane may not have known much about men before, but she was beginning to know a lot about them now. She knew she could make them beg for what was between her legs. She really didn't want to make anyone beg, but she wasn't going to be walked on any more.

She gave him a savage smile.

"You got what you wanted," she said. "I'm leaving now and you may go to hell if you don't like it."

His mouth dropped open as she started to get dressed. His mouth was still open when she left, but he didn't try to stop her.

Diane was surprised to see Debbie on her front doorstep that Saturday morning. The two girls hadn't been talking much lately. Diane wasn't sure how much Debbie knew about what had happened, but there had been an uncomfortable feeling between them.

"Can I come in?" Debbie asked.

"Sure," Diane said. "Come in. Mother and Dad haw gone to the lake today. I was just cleaning the kitchen."

"So I see," Debbie said.

Diane wiped a smudge away from her check.

"I guess I do look a mess," Diane admitted. "But come on in. I'll find something cool to drink."

The two girls went into the kitchen and Debbie sat don at the table. Diane opened two Cokes and brought them to the table.

"I guess you're wondering why I haven't been around lately," Debbie said.

"I wondered," Diane admitted, sipping at her drink. "I just thought you were angry about something."

"Oh, no," Debbie said. "I wasn't angry, just nervous."

"Nervous about what?" Diane asked. Debbie looked pale. Diane waited while Debbie found the right words.

"I saw you," Debbie finally blurted out. "I saw you and Mr. Kinkaid."

"Oh," Diane said.

Diane found that she wasn't as upset as she'd thought she would be. So, Debbie knew all about it. Hell, half the school knew about it by now.

So far nothing had been said about Mr. Wailer, but Diane knew it would not be long before that story started going around. Somehow these things always got out.

"You're not mad, are you?" Debbie asked. "I mean, about my watching."

"No," Diane said truthfully. "I hope you got your eyes full."

Debbie giggled. "I did," she admitted. "In fact, I got a little turned on myself."

"You did?" Diane asked.

Diane began to get interested. "I did," Debbie said.

"It's a shame you didn't have a boy of our own," Diane said.

"I did," she said. "A boy named Tod"

"And?" Diane asked.

"And he gave me what Mr. Kinkaid was giving you," Debbie said.

"Oh, my God," Diane said.

Diane took a closer look at her friend. It was true that Debbie had been open about sex, but Diane had never really believed that Debbie had done it. Now she knew that her friend had also allowed a man between her legs, maybe many men.

"Ummnm," Diane said. "I guess we're more alike than I thought we were."

Debbie smiled and stretched her long legs out in front of her. Diane felt her eyes drawn to the strip of tanned flesh revealed by her short skirt.

"Did you like it?" Debbie asked.

"Ummmm, yes," Diane said. "I get goose pimply just thinking about it. I never knew it could be like that. All Daddy ever told me was that it hurt and I should be careful because all boys wanted to do it."

"Yeah," Debbie agreed. "My father told me the same thing. And I believed sex was like that until I got into his private collection one day."

"His private collection?" Diane asked. "What's that?"

"His pictures and films," Debbie explained. "Pretty raunchy stuff."

"You mean your father has dirty pictures," Diane said.

"Lots of them," Debbie said. "All hidden away in one of his drawers. I bet your father has some too."

"Not my father," Diane said.

Diane remembered how she'd awakened at night and heard the film projector going and she'd wondered what films her parents were watching that time of night.

It seemed a little foolish for her parents to be watching family films in the dark privacy of their bedroom.

"We could look," Debbie suggested. "You said your parents won't be back for hours."

"Okay," Diane said. "We'll look. But I don't expect us to find anything."

Diane felt her heart pounding as they made their way up the stairs.

"Oh, this is nice," Debbie said, as they entered the plushly-carpeted bedroom.

"Where should we look?" Diane asked.

"In the closets first," Debbie said. They found the film projector easily but they found no films in the room. They searched it twice and there was nothing to be found.

"Damn," Debbie said disgustedly. "I guess your father isn't like mine."

"No," Diane said. "I guess he isn't."

"But why does he keep the projector in here if he doesn't have any films?" Debbie asked.

"I don't know," Diane admitted. "But I've heard it going at night."

"Then there must be some films here somewhere," Debbie said. "We just haven't found them."

Diane sat down on the edge of the big, comfortable bed. She looked around but she couldn't think of any place where they hadn't looked.

"Under the bed," Debbie said. "But we looked under the bed," Diane said. "Not under the mattress," Debbie said. "But there couldn't possibly be anything…" Diane began saying.

But Debbie had already pulled up a portion of the mattress to expose the cavity beneath the springs. The hollow portion was filled with books, magazines, films, and devices that Diane had only heard dirty stories about.

"There," Debbie said gleefully.

Debbie reached in and got a handful of the magazines and pulled them out.

"We should be able to learn something from these," Debbie said.

Debbie let the mattress fall back and the two of them stretched out on the big bed. Diane was beginning to feel a little guilty and ashamed. After all, she had gone through her parents' room and now she was helping her friend look through some magazines that her patents obviously didn't want her to see.

The shame left her almost as soon as Debbie opened the magazine to the first page.

"My God," Debbie said. "Will you look at that. Daddy just had some naked pictures. He didn't have anything like this."

Diane was looking and she could feel her heart hammering rapidly.

Debbie turned over the pages slowly and each picture seemed worse than the one before. Pictures of people doing everything – sucking, fucking and everything else in every combination possible. There were plenty of cum shots. "Damn," Debbie said softly.

The next magazine had only girls and Diane was finding it hard to breathe.

"I-I," she stammered. "I never thought about two girls like that."

There was a picture of a dark-haired girl with her face buried in the pussy of another girl.

"God," Debbie said softly. "Oh, God." Diane was getting hot. She couldn't help it. She was wondering what it would be like to pose for pictures like that, and she wandered what it would be like to kiss another girl.

Her own thought shocked her. "I'm getting kind of flushed," Debbie said.

"Me too," Diane admitted.

"I wonder where they find girls to do this," Debbie said. "It looks like they're really enjoying kissing one another."

"Uh-uh," Diane said.

"Do you think that it would be fun?" Debbie asked. "I mean, to kiss another girl."

"I don't know," Diane said.

She knew what Debbie was getting at. She wanted Debbie to go ahead but she wanted Debbie to stop at the same moment. She really didn't know what she wanted.

She felt Debbie moved her leg closer. Their thighs touched. Diane had on shorts and Debbie's short skirt didn't cover enough to matter. Diane felt Debbie rubbing against her.

"Would you like to kiss another girl?" Debbie asked.

"I don't know," Diane said.

"Would you like to kiss me?" Debbie asked.

It was a long time before Diane could answer. She was afraid, more afraid than she'd ever been. What happened with her two teachers had been wrong, but at least it was natural.

There was something unnatural about what Debbie was asking.

"Yes," Diane admitted.

It was true. She wanted to kiss Debbie. She wanted to feel Debbie's soft lips against her own. She felt her heart hammering again.

Debbie leaned closer, her face inches from Diane's.

"Just like the magazine," Debbie whispered. Her lips pressed against Diane's. She felt Debbie's lips open and her tongue press against her mouth. Diane moaned as her lips came open and Debbie's hot tongue went deep into her throat.

Her first thought was that it was wrong. But her second thought was that nothing could be wrong that felt so good.

She hadn't realized Debbie's fingers had been fumbling at her blouse until she felt Debbie tugging her flimsy blouse open.

"Debbie," Diane gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Don't stop me." Debbie pleaded. "I've wanted to do this for so long. Please don't stop me."

Diane felt weak as she tried to push Debbie away. Then she didn't want to push Debbie away as she looked down and saw the girl's blonde hair against her tits.

Debbie reached behind her back and easily unhooked the bra. Diane didn't protest as Debbie pulled it off her shoulders and pressed her face against Diane's tits.

"Oh, Debbie," Diane moaned. "Oh, Debbie, you shouldn't be doing that. You shouldn't. It's wrong."

Diane said the things she knew she should say but she knew that she really didn't want her friend to stop. It felt too good. Debbie's lips were soft against her, not like the greedy sucking of a boy, but gently caressing.

"You're getting me hot," Diane moaned.

It was wrong, so wrong. And yet there was something exciting about being touched by another girl. Debbie knew the things to do to turn her on. Diane quit pretending.

"Oh, Debbie," she moaned. "Mmmmm. It feels good. It feels so good."

Debbie played with one tit while she sucked on the other. Her wet tongue caused shivery spasms up Diane's spine. She arched her back and tried to push more of her titty into Debbie's hot mouth.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Diane groaned. "Your lips feel so good to me."

"Yes," Debbie said. "It makes me feel hot to play with your titties. I've always thought they were so pretty. I've always wanted to touch them. Looking at them in the park was part of what got me turned on."

"Seeing Mr. Kinkaid's big dick didn't help?" Diane asked, giggling.

"Of course, honey," Debbie said. "Of course it did. But your tits are so pretty. I love them. I love how your nipples get so hard."

"Jesus, Debbie," Diane protested. "You're biting me too hard."

"Sorry," Debbie said. "But your tits are just so tasty I can't help biting."

Diane knew she wasn't going to be able to control herself. She was burning hot already!

She brought her hands up Debbie's back and then slipped them between them so she could feel Debbie's tits. She found the young blonde's nipples as hard as rocks.

"Ummm," Debbie moaned.

"You're all excited," Diane said.

"Damn right," Debbie moaned. Diane unbuttoned Debbie's blouse and found the girl wasn't wearing a bra. Diane slipped her hands into the warmth of Debbie's blouse.

"Your tits are nice," Diane said.

She cupped Debbie's titties and used her thumb to rub the hard nipples.

"God," Debbie moaned. "God, that feels nice." Suddenly Debbie pulled away. Diane watched as Debbie slipped out of her skirt and panties. Debbie had a fantastic build, better than Diane had expected.

"Got your eyeful," Debbie giggled.

"Oh, yes," Diane sighed. "You're beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you," Debbie said. "Come now. Your turn. I want to undress you. I want you to be completely naked so I can look at your body."

"Yes," Diane agreed.

Quickly, Debbie's hands found the zipper of Diane's shorts and Debbie peeled them down. Then the panties and Diane was as naked as her friend.

She saw Debbie looking at her critically. "Am I pretty?" Diane asked. "God, yes," Debbie said. "You're fantastic. No wonder the boys drool over you."

Debbie's words made Diane feel hotter. She found herself reaching for her friend and tugging her down. Debbie's luscious nipple dangled inches from Diane's lips.

"Ummm," Debbie said. "Kiss it, Diane." Diane pulled Debbie closer so that she was licking the nipple. She sucked the soft flesh into her mouth and began biting gently.

"Oh, yes," Debbie moaned. "Yes, that's it. I love it, Diane!"

Diane moved her mouth from one nipple to the other, greedily sucking at the tender flesh. It turned her on to feel Debbie squirming hotly against her mouth.

"You're biting me," Debbie groaned. "Biting me softly and it feels so good. It feels really good. Ummmm, so nice. Ummmmmmm!"

Diane tried to suck as much of her flesh into her mouth as she could take. Now she knew how a boy felt when he was able to suck her titties.

The flesh tasted sweet and innocent, but there was more than just the tasty nipple and creamy tit. There was a sense of excitement growing in her as she made Debbie moan. She allowed her hand to trace the flat of Debbie's stomach all the way to her furry bush.

"Oooooh!" Debbie groaned. "Oh, my!"

Diane began pushing her finger into the soft, furry bush. Debbie's hips began to move faster as she felt her friend's hot finger brushing lightly against her sensitive cunt lips.

"Christ," Debbie groaned. "Jesus, I like that." Debbie really fell completely down on the bed. The two girls stretched out side by side with their mouths and hands busy. Diane felt Debbie's fingers slipping between her own hot thighs.

"Ummmmm," Diane groaned.

She found Debbie's pussy almost at the same time Debbie found her own. Both girls cried out softly as they explored each other's slippery cunts.

"Put it in me," Diane moaned. "Put your finger in me and I'll play with you."

Diane sobbed as she felt two of Debbie's fingers slipping past her cunt lips and going into her hot sheath. Debbie began to wiggle her fingers around.

"Oh, yes," Diane cried. "Finger me. Finger fuck me. It feels good!"

Diane wasn't going to be left behind. She gently pushed apart Debbie's cunt lips and inserted her own finger into the slippery box. She was rewarded by feeling Debbie start to squirm hotly against her finger.

"Ummm, shit," Debbie groaned. "We're really doing it. We're really playing with each other's pussy."

Diane moved closer to Debbie's hot body and she kissed Debbie's soft white throat. She traced a wet path with her tongue down Debbie's body to her jutting boobies.

She licked at the nipple and heard Debbie groan. She licked harder at the salty-tasting bud. She opened her lips and sucked the nipple into her mouth. She bit down gently.

"Christ," Debbie screamed. "You're driving me crazy. You're making me so hot."

"Good," Diane said.

She opened her lips wider and took much more of the soft mound into her throat. Debbie's hot tit filled her mouth. She kept running her tongue over the nipple because she liked to feel Debbie shiver.

Diane felt Debbie's hands pushing at the top of her head. She knew what Debbie wanted and she was afraid. She didn't know if she could. She'd seen the pictures, especially of the redhead being eaten and eating another girl's pussy. Debbie wanted to be eaten like that.

"Please," Debbie whispered. "Go ahead."

Debbie pushed harder and Diane found herself going down between Debbie's legs. First Diane kissed at Debbie's thighs. She could smell the girl's pussy perfume and her nose pushed against the soft pubic hairs.

"Eat me," Debbie urged. "Eat me like the girls were doing in the magazine. Please, Diane."

Diane licked at the red pussy lips and felt Debbie start to shiver.

"Jesus, that's it!" Debbie groaned. "Keep licking me that way."

Again Diane pushed her tongue against the swollen lips. She tasted the salty juices of her friend. She parted the pink lips with her fingers and pushed her tongue inside.

"Christtt," Debbie groaned. "Oh, myyy!"

Debbie tasted salty and sweet at the same time. She also tasted exciting. It was not as good as sucking cocks, but it was exciting because it was just as wrong.

"I love it," Debbie shouted. "I love your sweet tongue, Diane. You're making me feel so good."

Diane no longer thought about what she was doing, except that it felt good. She kept Debbie's pussy lips parted with her fingers and kept darting her tongue in the warm muff.

Diane felt Debbie's fingers tugging at her hair.

"God, it's so nice," Debbie groaned. "It's so nice. It feels so good."

Diane found Debbie's swollen clit and she sucked it up between her lips.

Debbie seemed to go out of her mind. Her hands pulled hard at Diane's hair and her voice uttered soft cries of passion. Diane felt her hips beginning to jerk on the bed. Her sweet-tasting pussy was being pushed against Diane's mouth.

"Shit," Debbie groaned. "I'm going to come. Oh, shit, I'm going to come. Oh, fuck, what are you doing to me? Oh shit, I'm coming. I'm coming. SHITT!"

Diane pushed her face even tighter against Debbie's pussy and began to suck her sweet juices. Debbie screamed loudly as her body rocked with her climax.

Diane swallowed Debbie's flooding juices with a hunger almost as strong as when she had sucked James Wailer. Diane kept sucking until the trembling in Debbie's body stopped.

Debbie's hands loosened the fierce grip on Diane's tangled hair.

"Oh, God," Debbie moaned softly. "That was so fine, Diane. That was really nice."

Debbie's fingers tugged Diane upward and her soft lips clung hotly to Diane's.

Finally Debbie pushed Diane gently away as Diane felt her blood getting hotter. There was something strange in Debbie's eyes.

"Now it's your turn," Debbie said.

Diane panned. She could already feel Debbie's tongue between her lap. She'd never felt so hot. She couldn't think of anything to say and she simply nodded at Debbie.

Debbie bent her head to Diane's titties and Diane felt a hot trembling. Debbie's lips closed over one of Diane's taut nipples. Diane moaned softly. It felt good, really good. Debbie's lips were like burning embers burning her flesh.

"Oh, Debbie," Diane moaned.

Debbie's lips went lower. Diane felt the wetness from Debbie's tongue as the blonde girl traced a path down her stomach. Diane looked down and she could see only the top of Debbie's head.

"Nice," Diane moaned. "Nice!"

Diane sobbed softly as Debbie's head disappeared between her thighs. She felt the first tingle as Debbie's tongue touched her inner thighs. She grabbed the back of Debbie's head and pushed her farther into her venus mound.

Debbie's hands slipped up and clutched Diane's titties. Debbie began to knead them gently.

"Ummm, Debbie," Diane said. "That does feel good. It really does."

She shivered excitedly as Debbie's tongue entered her. Debbie pushed her tongue deep and then began to wiggle it around Diane's cunt walls. Diane felt hot shivers all over. She sobbed softly again as Debbie continued to drive her tongue into her honeypot.

Debbie's tongue moved faster and deeper. Diane screamed as she felt it rub across her clit. Then her tilt was sucked into Debbie's lips and Diane really went crazy.

"Oooooh," Diane called. "Oooooh, Jesus."

The hot fingers kneading her titties and Debbie's mouth sucking greedily at her clit was too much for her.

"Christ!" Diane yelled. "Oh, Christ. I ain't stand it. I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh, Christ I'm coming. It feels so good. CHRISTTTT!! AGHHHHH!"

She pushed Debbie's face as hard as she could, and Debbie licked her cunt until Diane's juices flowed. Diane sobbed softly as her head fell back against her pillow.

Diane opened her eyes early the next morning when she heard her mother calling her. She pulled the covers over her head and groaned that she would not be going to church that morning.

"Don't you feel well?" her mother asked.

"Yes," Diane said. "I just don't feel like going to church."

Going to church with her parents had always bored her and this morning she was especially not in the mood. She went back to sleep. She opened her eyes again when she heard a knock on the front door.

She rolled over and squinted at the dock. It was a little past ten which meant she'd been asleep two hours since her parents had left.

The knocking became louder and more insistent.

"Who in the hell?" Diane asked savagely.

She got up and started dowustairs. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror that stood in the hallway.

"Damn," she said.

It wouldn't do for her to go downstairs that way. All she had on was a pair of skimpy, green panties. Her full breasts seemed even fuller and she could easily we the heavy black bush beneath her panties. She went back into her bedroom and found a robe to wrap around herself.

The doorbell rang this time.

"I'm coming," she said. "Hold your horses."

She hurried downstairs as she tied the robe securely around her waist. She stopped again at the mirror just at the end of the stairs. She ran a comb quickly through her long, tangled black hair but there was little she could do about her bruised and puffy features.

Debbie had really given her a workout the day before. Of course, she would be willing to bet that Debbie would look little better.

"Danm," Diane said again. "I hope she feels better than I do."

She opened the door and immediately felt her anger leave her. It was hard to feel angry with a man in a blue uniform and a gun on his hip.

"Are you Miss Christopher?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "I am. What's the trouble, Officer?"

"No trouble, ma'm," he said. "Some practical joker messed up your yard last night. Usually when it's a young girl, it's a boyfriend or something."

"Messed up our yard?" Diane asked groggily.

She looked past the officer's shoulder and saw where the trash had been dumped.

"Oh, no," Diane said.

"It's a mess, all right," the young officer smiled. "I talked to your parents this morning and they told me to wait until ten before I talked to you. So here I am."

She realized he wanted to come in.

"Come in," she said. "I can put some coffee on. But I don't think I can help you."

"No?" he questioned.

"No," she said. "I don't know who would do a thing like this."

The officer followed her into the kitchen and he watched her make coffee. She saw the name on his badge – Officer Roger Davies. She liked his name. She also noticed that he wore no wedding ring, and that his sharp eyes watched her every movement.

"You haven't had any arguments with your boyfriend lately?" Officer Davies asked.

"No," Diane said. "That is, I don't have a regular boyfriend."

"No regular boyfriend," he said, astonished. "I'd figure the boys would beat your door down trying get to you. A girl as pretty as you."

Diane took the coffee off and poured two steaming cups.

"Here," Diane said. "Enjoy. And I'm not really that pretty."

He sipped his coffee. "I'd have to argue with that," he said. "I think you're fantastic-looking. That hair really does something to me."

A month before and Diane would have blushed. Now she only gave him a steady look.

"It does," she said.

"Yeah," he said. "It makes me want to forget about duty, for a little while."

Diane smiled. She studied the young officer's face. He was strong-looking, and she wondered what he would be like in bed. She knew he would be good.

She thought herself crazy thinking about sex so soon after the good workout yesterday, but she couldn't help it. She bent her head to sip her coffee and she knew he was looking down the front of her gown.

When she looked back at him he made no pretense of hiding where he was looking.

"Why don't you forget about duty?" she asked him. "Just for a little while."

Officer Davies started to look a little uncomfortable.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Old enough," she said softly.

"When are your parents due home?"

"They won't be home for hours," Diane said. "They make a day out of it."

"Well," he said softly. "Why don't we go upstairs and find your bedroom."

"It's not hard to find," she said.

He wasn't as impatient as a younger man might have been. He waited until she had led him into her lush bedroom before she felt his hand pressed against her ass.

She turned quickly and folded into his strong arms. He pulled open the sash of her robe and her robe fell apart. His arms pressed her close to him.

She could feel his brass buttons against her titties, and it turned her on.

"Ummm," she said softly. "You have very nice arms. Very strong."

"I'm nice all over," he said.

"I hope you are as good as you say," she whispered. "I'm ready for a good fucking."

If he was shocked by her language, he didn't show it. He pulled her tighter against him while his fingers explored the soft curves of her ass.

She felt him lifting up the hem of her gown, up past the curves of her ass to her waist. Both his hands cupped her soft asschecks and tugged her his groin.

She kit his prick jumping against then he was already very hard. She allowed herself to be pulled tighter so that her cunt was against his prick.

"God," she said softly. "You are big and strong all over. At least I can feel a nice, strong pert."

He laughed and she felt herself being picked up. His hands still caressed her asscheeks as he carried her to the bed and dropped her on her back.

"Nice stuff," he said. "Very nice stuff. I like it, sweet thing, I like it."

He bent over the bed and began to knead her titties. His hands weren't gentle and there was something very exciting about them. She felt her nipples grow hard against his caressing fingers.

"Christ," she groaned. "Oh, Christ."

He didn't waste any time getting undressed. He left her only a moment and when he returned, he was naked. His chest was well-developed and covered with thick black hairs. She found that she was strongly attracted to his ape-like look.

What really attracted her was the huge cock sticking ramrod straight between his lap and his huge balls.

She licked her lips as she stared nervously at the hanging sac. Two such balls looked as if they could really beat her to death if he fucked her.

"Like it, baby?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I like it!"

"Feel it," he commanded.

She reached for him. Her hot fingers wrapped around his staff and she moved her hand up and down gently. She was watching the huge slit and she saw the drop of white that appeared there.

He moved closer to the bed so that his prick was just inches from her mouth.

"Kiss it a little," he said. "Haven't you ever kissed a cock before?"

"Yes," she said. "I've kissed them. I'll show you how good I am at kissing cocks."

He grunted as her tongue touched him. She licked away the drop of cum. He tasted very salty. She opened her lips and captured the head of his cock between her teeth.

"Jesus, baby," he groaned. "Jesus, you are good at kissing cocks."

"I haven't started yet," she said.

Again she sucked his crown into her mouth and she began to use her tongue and teeth on him. He was very sensitive there and in moments, he was groaning loudly. She had a mouth full of cum, but she knew it was only the beginning of his heavy load. This was only his lubricating fluid. What else did he have in those big balls of his?

"Umm," she said, releasing him. "Have you been saving your load for me?"

"That's the way all the girls act," he said. "But I promise you a lot more. I can go all day."

"We can't go all day," she said. "Maybe some other time we will."

"Sure, baby," he said. "But kiss it little more right now. Take my whole Goddamned prick into your mouth."

She was willing. She opened her mouth wide and she sucked him completely into her throat. His thick cock pulsated in her throat and again she was tasting his thick, creamy lubricating fluid.

"God," he said softly. "God, I love it. It's nice. It's so fucking nice."

She began to bob her head up and down on his cock. For a few minutes, she thought he was going to allow her to suck him off, and she started wondering just how much cum he could pour into her throat.

It was a nice thought, but it wasn't what he had in mind.

"Shit, no, baby," he said. "I don't have time and I want to give you a good fucking."

"Yes," she agreed. "That's what I want too. A good fucking. Hurry and take my panties off."

He grabbed the edge of her panties and peeled them quickly down her legs. Immediately his hand went between her legs. He began fingering her pussy until she was sopping wet and soft little sobs were being torn from her throat.

"Oh," she groaned. "Fuck me now, Roger. I'm ready far you now."

"Sure, baby," he groaned. "Sure."

He stretched out on top of her and his big cock slammed into her savagely. He didn't wait for her to get ready. He knew she would be able to catch up with him.

He began fucking her with deep, savage thrusts that brought more moans from her throat.

Never had it been so nice. He was so big, so filling, and he knew how to use his cock. He kept slamming it so deep within her.

"Lift your legs," he commanded.

She quickly lifted her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks. He seemed to get deeper in her. The pulsating cock began to grow and she realized he was getting ready to come. At the same time she felt her nipples harden and her juices flow hotly against his cock.

"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming and you're coming with me! Yes, you are! I can feel you growing. I know you're going to come. God, yes, you're going to come. God, yes, I can feel you squirting. Squirting in me. In meeee!"

They finished barely in time, for they both heard the car pull into the driveway.

"Goddamn," he said.

"They're home early," Diane said.

They got dressed in no time at all and were downstairs drinking coffee when Diane's parents came in. Everything looked so natural that Diane almost laughed out loud.

She wondered what her parents would say if they knew what had happened just a few minutes earlier. With that thought, she giggled and her mother gave her a curious look.

Debbie was tired and sore, and she missed Diane in church that morning. Debbie wished her own parents had been as understanding and left her at home that morning.

Of course, she really couldn't tell them that the reason she was tired was that she and Diane had really went through a workout the day before. Somehow she didn't feel as if her father would ever understand that.

"I'm going home early," she told her mother, as they walked from Sunday School to the church building.

"But why?" her mother asked.

"I'm tired and sleepy," Debbie said. "And I thought about stopping to see Diane."

"But you'd have to walk," her mother protested, "and we were going out to eat after."

"I can walk," Debbie said. "And I can find something in the house to eat."

Her mother was reluctant but she finally consented for Debbie to walk home.

"But you be careful crossing the streets," her mother had said.

"I'll be careful," Debbie promised.

Debbie was a little amused by her mother's concern as she started walking home. Her mother still so obviously thought of her as a child.

She wondered what her mother would say if she knew what her sweet, young daughter had been doing lately. God, would she have been shocked to know that her darling daughter Debbie actually spread her legs for anyone who asked.

Debbie giggled and almost turned her foot because she wasn't watching where she was going.

"Damn shoes," she said.

She reached down and took them off. So what if her stockings were ruined, she didn't like to wear them anyway. She had to admit, though, that her sheer stockings did look good combined with her short blue Sunday dress.

Someone else was admiring her too, and it wasn't just her dress.

She felt hot eyes burning the tops of her thighs and she looked up quickly.

"Hello, Debbie," a man said.

She didn't recognize him, at first. He was wearing a suit and tie and he never wore that to school, at least not so fancy-looking.

She blinked her eyes.

"Why, Mr. Kinkaid," she said. "I didn't know you lived around here."

"I don't," he said. "I was just driving around."

"Looking for anyone special," she said.

"No," he said. He grinned at her. "You'll do. Would you like a lift? You look like you're having a few problems."

His lust-filled eyes left no doubt as to why he wanted her in the car.

"Well," she said. "I was just going home."

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked. "I know a place where we can get some hamburgers."

"Where?" she asked.

"My apartment, of course," he said. "Where else?"

She wanted to get into his car more than anything, but she was afraid. Then she remembered the pleasure he had given Diane. She remembered how Diane had begged him to fuck her harder and he could probably do her the same way.

Debbie nodded.

"Good," he said. He reached over and opened the car door for her. She slid into the seat beside him and tugged down her dress.

"Now don't do that," he said, pained. "I like a little view when I'm driving."

Even his words could make her feel a warmth that others could not.

She stretched out and allowed her dress to slip almost to the edge of her panties. In fact, he could probably see her blue panties if he looked hard enough.

He was looking hard enough. His eyes swept up her firm, tanned legs to where her pointy tits pushed at her frilly, white blouse.

"That better?" she asked him.

"Much better."

He drove her to his apartment in a seedy section of the city. Debbie began to regret coming.

"It's better on the inside," he assured her. It was. The carpets were plush and clean. His apartment was large and well-furnished. She sank down into one of his big, comfortable chairs. Again she allowed her dress to slip up her thighs to her panties.

He licked his dry lips.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked. "While I put the burgers on?"

"You don't really have to cook anything," she said. "But a drink would be nice."

He grinned at her. "I like a girl who gets right to the point. What would you like?"

"Anything," she purred. "But not too strong." He left the room to make the drinks. She sank down on her knees in the plush carpet right beside his stereo. She searched through his albums until she found one she liked. She put it on and soft music floated through the room.

Matt came back in with two full glasses.

He couldn't believe his luck at finding Debbie walking home. He'd always been as attracted to Debbie as he'd been to Diane. He wondered what his luck would be like if he tried to get them both together. Now that would be a treat-blonde, beautiful Debbie and dark Diane together at the same time. It made his cock hard just thinking about it.

"Your drink," he said.

He sat down on the carpet beside her and sipped at his drink. He watched her finish hers off in a couple of gulps. Debbie wasn't the puritan type like Diane had been. He had a feeling he was really going to enjoy this Sunday.

Debbie put her glass down beside her. She leaned back, resting on her elbows, and she was fully aware that her dress was now bunched at her waist and that her pale-blue panties were plainly visible.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

Matt was enjoying his treat. He could see the pale strands of blonde hair slipping from the edges of her panties. He wondered what her pussy tasted like, probably fresh and sweet. He put his glass down.

"You know I like what I see," he said. "You're a fantastic-looking gal."

"I'm just a little chubby," Debbie said.

"The hell you are," he said. "You're just right. You've just got a little baby plumpness and I like it. Believe me, I like it."

"I can see that," Debbie giggled.

Matt looked down at himself. His bulge was very visible. She touched him between his legs and he could feel an aching in his balls.

"God, girl," he said softly.

She laughed softly as he stretched out beside her. Her fingertips still played with his crotch.

He kissed her and found her lips as sweet as he'd thought. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she responded hotly.

Her hand clutched his cock fiercely and her tongue wiggled against has. He pushed her away.

"You're a sweet thing," he said.

"Am I better looking than Diane?" Debbie asked.

"Of course," he said.

"You damn liar," she said.

He kissed her again and this time he put his hand against one of her soft mounds. She groaned, deep in her throat, and pushed her tit firmly into his cupping hand.

"Ummm," she said. "I like that."

"So do I," he said. "Your tit is so nice. I bet I can make your nipple hard."

"You know you can," she said.

He started unbuttoning her blouse while his mouth still pressed hard against hers. He kept pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and enjoying her hot response.

He got her blouse unbuttoned and he pulled it apart. She wore a pale-blue bra that did little to conceal her large, creamy jugs.

"Lift up," he told her. "I want to unbutton you."

She willingly lifted up as she felt his hand slip beneath her and undo the clasp of her bra. The bra slipped easily off her shoulders.

"God," he said softly. "They're fantastic. Your tits are fantastic."

She shivered as she looked down and saw his face go against her titties. He sucked one hard nipple into his mouth as his tongue played around the sensitive edges.

"Baby!" she cried.

Again and again he rolled the hard nipple around his tongue.

"God!" she sobbed. "You're really getting me hot. Really hot. Oh, God!"

He moved his lips from one nipple to the other, all the time kissing and caressing her hot flesh. He was so damned experienced at using his mouth. Now she knew how Diane had felt that afternoon in the pork. Mr. Kinkaid knew how to make a girl sob for more.

"Jesus," she sobbed softly. "Jesus, you're getting to me."

He felt the soft material of her stockings as he slipped his hands beneath her dress. Her pantyhose was tight against her skin but somehow he got his fingers underneath.

"Yes," she said. "Take them off. Take them off!"

He pulled them easily down her legs and she kicked them off. He ran his fingers lightly up her legs once more, carefully brushing against her inner thighs. He felt her tense as one of his fingers went beneath her panty edges and touched her sensitive mound.

"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, yes, that feels nice!"

"Not as nice as it's going to feel," he assured her.

He took his finger out and rasped the top of her panties. He slid them quickly down her legs so that her cunt was exposed to him. "My panties," she gasped. "Pull them all the way off. All the way so that I can spread my cunt for you."

He got them down to her feet and she frantically ripped them off herself.

She parted her thighs and he could look into her gaping, pink cunt.

"Ummm!" she cried. "Ummm, I'm so hot. Do something for me. Do something!"

He looked again into the pink moistness of her cunt and he couldn't resist.

He took her legs in his hands and placed them above his shoulders. Then he pressed his face into the warmth of her furry cunt. He liked the smell of her pussy perfume, the sweet and salty smell of her juices.

"God!" she groaned. "Oh, that's nice. Eat me, Mr. Kinkaid, eat me."

He knew she was still thinking of him as her teacher and that was exciting her. All the young girls were like that when he fucked them. Well he wouldn't disappoint this one.

He pressed his face harder against her furry cunt and slipped his tongue between the lust-swollen pussy lips. She groaned and her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Nice!" she sobbed. "I love it. That's so fucking nice!"

He drove his tongue into her deeply, tasting her cunt and loving it. He rubbed his tongue along her cunt walls and then found her clit.

"Jesus Christ!" she yelled.

He pulled her cunt apart with his fingers and began rubbing his tongue along her hard clit. She started moving wildly against him, her fingers clutching fiercely at his hair.

"Oh, I love it," she cried. "How I love your west, sucking tongue!"

Her thighs closed tightly around his head and she pushed her cunt up at him.

He knew she wouldn't be able to last long like this. He sucked her clit between his lips and began to chew on her.

It was too much for her to take.

"Christ!" she cried. "I'm coming. Your hot tongue is making me come. I love it. God, I low it! You're making me come. YOU'RE MAKING ME COMEEEE!"

He didn't pull his face away. He drank her hot juices and he loved every mouthful. Over and over again he sucked at her pussy until he was sure she was completely dry.

Only then did he remove his face from her cunt. He moved up her body, biting at her flat stomach and again sucking on her still taut nipples.

He kissed her throat softly and then her lips. Once again he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He could feel his balls aching hotly and he knew it wasn't going to be long before he had to find release.

"Ummm," she gasped softly. "That was nice. So nice. You're pretty good with your mouth."

"I'm pretty good every way, baby," he said.

"You're good at bragging," she said.

But she knew he wasn't bragging. He had eaten her pussy with the experience of a man who had eaten pussy before and knew every little thing to turn a girl on.

She ran her fingers through his thick, curly hair. He kissed her lips again and she could feel his big prick pushing between her legs.

"Ummm," she said. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you good."

"But I want something else in it," he said.

She knew what he wanted and she was more than willing. She pushed him over on his back and started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

She got his coat, tie, and shirt off. He wore no undershirt. She ran her fingers lightly through the curly blond hairs on his chest.

"Ummm," she said. "You're so nice. So strong and nice."

She had a hot flash as she remembered Diane being with him in the park. She wondered what it would be like for all three of them to be together. She wondered how he would respond to an idea like that.

"You're a beautiful man," she said.

"And I've got something else that's beautiful," he told her.

"I know," she said. "I've seen it."

"You've seen it," he said incredulously. "How?"

She almost laughed it the expression on his face.

"That day in the park when you borrowed Diane for a little while," Debbie explained. "I followed you. I saw what happened. And I was very impressed."

She let her hand fall between his legs and she touched his bulge.

"It is beautiful," she said.

It was Matt's turn to almost laugh. So the little piece had seen him. No wonder the rumors had gone all over the school. He wondered how many others had seen them.

He should have been more careful, but damn, he had been hot for that little twat. It had been worth it, a tight little cherry.

He came back to the present as Debbie's nimble fingers started undoing his belt. She unzipped his trousers and pulled his suit trousers down. Her hands went inside his shorts and she lifted his prick out.

"Ummm," she said.

He doubted that this little blonde piece was a virgin. She was too good with cocks. He felt her hands brushing against his sweaty flesh and he groaned.

"Take all my clothes off, baby," he panted. "All of them."

"All right," she said.

She bent down and unlaced his shoes. She pulled his shoes and socks off and his trousers followed. His shorts were easy to pull dawn.

Once again her fingers laced around his cock. She could get both hands on his staff. She began to move her hands up and down.

"Shit, baby," he panted. "Keep that up and I'll come all over you."

"Not on me," she whispered. "Mostly in my mouth."

That excited him. He'd thought he was going to have to talk her into taking his cock into those sweet, red lips, but she didn't seem afraid.

"Kiss it, sugar," he said. "Kiss it!"

His voice was urgent because he could already feel the juices bubbling in his balls. He knew she wasn't going to have to suck him long before he exploded into her mouth.

She licked away the drop of cream that appeared on the end of his cock. Then she opened her mouth and took the crown gently between her lips. She began to push at the tiny opening with her tongue. She tasted more of his jism.

"Baby," he groaned. "Baby, it feels good."

She brought one hand up to play with his balls as she kept her tongue against his slit. She felt him start moving his hips, trying to thrust up into her mouth.

She moved her hand up from his balls to his staff. She wrapped her fingers around his trembling cock and began jerking him again.

"Shit," he groaned. "You're killing me, sugar. You're killing me."

This time she took more of his staff into her throat, sucking him deeper and deeper until she felt his cock-head pushing against the back of her throat.

Again her fingers caressed his balls. Her hot mouth worked on him until he was nearly going.

He could stand it no longer! He grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting up into her mouth. He knew he was going deeper than he should have, but he couldn't control himself. He kept feeling his balls brush against her chin with each deep, savage stoke.

"Ummmm, shit," he groaned. "I love it, baby. I love it. Goddamn, it feels good. Goddamn!"

He felt his balls aching as he squirted the first of his cream into her mouth. She began to choke but he was too excited to release her.

"Ahhhh, sweet shit, sugar," he groaned. "Swallow my cum. Shit, swallow my cum. Shit, it feels so good. So fucking good. Swallow that stuff. Swallow itttt!"

She swallowed as quickly as she could, taking every drop of his liquid down her throat. He tasted fiery. She kept sucking away at his cock until she felt it growing limp.

"Goddamn," he said softly. "Goddamn." He fell back against the floor as they both heard the doorbell ring.

"Now, who the hell could that be?" Matt asked savagely.

He knew he wasn't supposed to have any visitors that afternoon. He didn't like people coming to see him on Sunday afternoons.

He got up and wrapped a robe around himself. "Don't get dressed," he told her. "I'm coming back."

"I'm counting on it," Debbie said.

She stayed out of sight of the door but she heard the low voices.

She was surprised when Matt came back into sight once more and wasn't alone.

"Mr. Wailer!" Debbie said, shocked. She thought about scrambling for her clothes, but he had already seen everything she had. She was leaning on her elbows and her pussy was in plain view. There was nothing over her titties. He ran his eyes over her with an amused glance.

"What's going on?" Debbie asked.

"Well," Matt said. "James convinced me that he wanted to join our party. And who knows, it might be fun."

"Fun?" Debbie asked.

She shivered. Of course she had wondered what it would be like with two men, but she hadn't really been serious in her interest.

"I don't think so," Debbie said. "I think I'd better leave now."

"No, Debbie," Matt said. "We hadn't finished."

"I'm finished," Debbie said.

She started searching for her clothes, but James Wailer stepped on her bra.

"There's no hurry, child," he said softly. "No hurry at all."

"But I can't," Debbie protested. "Not with two men. I never have before."

"Then it's time you did," James said.

He watched her eyes and he was sure he saw a flicker of interest. She may have been frightened, but she was also curious about what was going to happen to her.

James was beginning to learn that a lot of women were alike. They were betrayed by their own excitement and when something was wrong, it only seemed to make their excitement more intense.

She wanted to leave, but she badly wanted to stay and find out what would happen. Debbie remembered the pictures in the magazines that belonged to her father and to Diane's father. There were dirty pictures of couples and of two men with one woman. She remembered her hot excitement when she'd seen those pictures.

"I don't know," Debbie said. "I don't think we should."

"Comb on, Debbie," Matt said. "Be a sport."

Matt pulled off his robe and James started undressing. He was flabby but she saw that his cock was thick and already coming to life. Debbie licked her lips nervously.

"I don't know," Debbie repeated.

They really weren't going to give her a lot of choice in the matter. Matt stretched out on one side of her and James stretched out on the other. Suddenly two pairs of hands caressed and stroked her body. Two hands tugged at her titties while two hands parted her thighs and began to play in her blonde bush.

"God," she moaned softly.

James was kissing her titties. He bent over and his lips sucked at one of her nipples and she felt the bud become hard in his mouth.

Matt was not wasting any time either. He caressed her nipple and then let his hand go down to stroke her taut, nervous stomach.

"Oh," she said. "I feel like there're butterflies in my stomach. I feel so strange!"

"Sure you do," James said. "And you're going to feel a lot stranger before we're done. You've never had two men before."

"No," she said. "Never."

"You're going to enjoy it," Matt promised.

His lips pressed against hers and cut off any response she might have made. She felt his tongue slip urgently into her mouth.

She pushed her tongue against his, feeling him wiggle it on the inside of her mouth. She sucked at his tongue hungrily, greedily, as if she were trying. She shivered as she felt James' lips sucking harder at her titties, going from one to the other with butterfly kisses that made her ache.

His hand touched Matt's hand as he dropped it between her legs. It had never been like this before. Nothing had ever been like this.

She felt so many fingers between her legs. Fingers that caressed her swollen cunt lips and rubbed against her furry snatch. She ground herself against the probing hands.

"She's starting to feel it," James said. "She's really starting to feel it."

"I told you she was a hot little bitch," Matt said. "Why did you think I called you?"

It was only then that she realized Matt had only been acting when he said he didn't know who was at the door. He had known. He had probably called James Wailer when he went to make the drinks.

She remembered now that he had left the room and yet, there was a bar in plain view across the room, with plenty of bottles. Matt Kinkaid had planned this.

She didn't care. She was glad that he had planned it. It felt good, really good. She sucked at Matt's hot tongue even harder.

"Damn," James said. "I'm getting so fucking hard."

She felt herself being pulled toward James and she felt his cock brushing against her thigh. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his immense tool.

He hadn't been lying. He was hard. His rod felt like a club between her fingers. She moved her fingers gently up and down and felt her fingers get sticky.

"God," James groaned. "Oh, God, she's making me feel good. Good!"

She pulled his cock snug against her snatch and felt the pressure.

"God," she said. "I'm hot enough. Get it in me. Get that big thing in me."

She had not even thought about what Matt was going to do. All she could think of was that she wanted that big club-like cock between her legs.

James thrust and he filled her up.

"Unimm," she said softly. "Umm, that feels good."

He didn't move. His thick cock vibrated within her and she loved the feeling. He kept still until she had to start moving against him.

"Fuck me," she said softly. "Please fuck me. Your big cock feels so good. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my cunt!"

He began to move in and out of her while his chest pressed hard against her titties and his mouth searched for hers. She opened her mouth willingly as she felt his fat tongue slide into her lips.

"Mmmmmmm," she said. "Mmmmmmm." He started fucking her in slow, gentle strokes that pushed his cock deep into her pussy. With each stroke, she could feel him stretching her cunt walls. She could also feel him leaking slightly. His thick cream mixed with her juices and made his deep strokes easier.

"I love it," she said softly. "It feels good. I love your big cock."

"I love your pussy," James said. "I love how tight it feels."

Again she wondered what Matt was doing, behind her. She couldn't really concentrate on him. She could only think about the good cock filling her.

She felt Matt kissing her neck aid then his hands slipping over her shoulders and down to grope her titties.

"Sweet titties," he said softly. "You've got a sweet pair of titties."

She pushed her titties into his hands. She loved the way his rough skin rubbed her aching nipples, the way his fingers gently caressed her. She felt her skin come alive, all tingly and hot.

She pressed herself even harder against him.

"Ummm," she groaned. "You two are turning me on. You're making me feel so hot."

He kissed the back of her neck and then ran his tongue down her spine. She felt his tongue probing at the crack of her ass.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a frightened whisper.

James kissed her again and cut off anything else she wanted to say. She felt Matt's tongue go into the crack of her ass all the way to her anus. He began to rim her anus and it felt better than she could have imagined.

Then, she started to remember some of the pictures in her father's folder and especially those that had belonged to Diane's father. There were color pictures of a girl pinned between two men, one cock had been in the girl's pussy and the other cock had been deep in the girl's ass.

Debbie felt frightened.

"Oh, no," she said. "Oh, my God, no. You can't do that to me!"

"Just relax," Matt told her. "It'll only hurt a little."

"Just a little," Debbie moaned in horror. "No you can't. You can't."

Matt's tongue still played in the crack of her ass. Now she felt him pushing his tongue into her anus. He was getting her wetter there.

She tiled to push James away but there was no way she could do that. James had her completely impaled on his cock and his arms kept her steady. There was no way she could push him very far and the good feelings his cock had her made her feel weak.

"Oh, Jesus," she said softly. "You can't."

"Yes, I can," Matt said. "I will."

His fingers parted her asscheeks and she felt his breath on the back of her neck again. She shuddered when she felt his hard prick-head pressing against her anus.

"No," she begged him. "Please, no!"

"Just relax, sugar," he said. "Just try to relax. I won't hurt you."

She couldn't relax because she knew he was lying and was going to hurt her. She knew his big cock going into her would have to hurt.

Site didn't want his cock in her ass. She tried to wiggle any from him, but the two men held her firmly.

"Don't fight it," Matt said calmly. "Fighting won't do you a bit of good."

"Don't!" she screamed at him. "Don't do this to me. I won't enjoy this."

"You'll enjoy it," he assured her. "You're going to enjoy it a lot."

"No," she begged him. "Oh, my God, no!"

His cock pressed harder against her anus and she started frantically struggling to get away. Nothing helped. She felt his huge cock-head forcing the walls of her anus to stretch.

"Shit," she groaned. "Please stop. You're hurting me. You said you wouldn't but you're hurting me."

"It won't hurt long," he promised.

His cock began to push into her tight ass. His cock was so big. She had never realized how big a cock could be. He pushed hard and she screamed in pain.

"No," she moaned. "No, no, no, no!"

He didn't stop. He continued the pressure until his cock-head pushed past her anus and popped inside. She shuddered as she felt him pushing again. A fiery pain came to her insides. The more she struggled the deeper she seemed to suck his cock into her ass.

"Ahhhh," he said softly. "You've stopped fighting. Now it'll be easier."

"Bastard," she said.

He laughed. He kept pushing until she felt his entire cock go into her, all the way into her stomach. It seemed like a burning pain was in her stomach.

"God!" she moaned.

He kept his cock still and told James to continue to stroke her.

After a few moments she began to feel the relaxed muscles of her insides. Slowly, she was growing less tense and wetting up enough to keep his cock in her ass without too much pain.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"Bastard," she said softly.

Then he began to move. It wasn't hard, just a gentle back-and-forth movement that made her grow more slippery and more relaxed.

It seemed impossible but the pain left her and she felt herself responding again to James' deep strokes. The two men found a rhythm together.

Two strong cocks filled her insides. She found herself responding to them, with gentle tinglings at first, then with a growing hunger.

"She's starting to like it," James said. "She's starting to feel your cock."

"I told you she would," Matt said. "All the cunts love it when the pain stops."

They started fucking her harder as they sensed the intensity of her excitement. She could feel their heavy balls slapping against her.

He was right. Matt was right, damn him! It was starting to feel good. She was beginning to feel fire all over her body. She moaned deep in her throat as she felt all her floodgates let loose.

"God!" she cried. "I can feel both your cocks in me. I love it. God, I love it. I can't stand it. It feels so good. I'm going to come. Jesus, I'm coming. I'm coming. Jesus, I'M COMINGGAGHGHGHGH!!"

It was so nice. Her orgasm made every part of her body tingle. She felt their cocks growing in her and she knew they were both getting ready to come.

"Fuck!" Matt cried. "Fuck, it feels so good!"

"I can feel you coming," she said. "I can feel you both coming. It feels so good. So good. I can feel you squirting me. Squirting. Oh, Jesus, fill me up."

She kept pushing at the two of them until she felt them slow down and then stop. They were both breathing hard.

"Christ," James Wailer said. "That was fantastic. I've never felt anything like that."

Debbie hardly listened to the two men as they talked. She felt herself drifting into a deep sleep. She'd never felt so completely satisfied.

Diane didn't understand the urgent message sent to her in gym class. She was right in the middle of her sit-ups when her gym teacher called her over.

"Diane," Miss Caulfield had said. "You're wanted right away in Mr. Kinkaid's office."

"Mr. Kinkaid," Diane had said. "But whatever for?"

"I don't know," her teacher said. "But it's very important. At least his note sounded urgent."

"All right," Diane said. "I'll go change right away."

"No," her teacher said. "You don't have time for that. Go right away."

Diane looked, curiously at her teacher. It was a school rule that the girls weren't supposed to leave the gym while dressed in the blue gym shorts and blue top, especially the way Diane filled her suit out.

"But my clothes," Diane said.

"You'll be all right this time," her teacher said impatiently. "Now go on."

Diane nodded and hurried out of the gym.

She was immediately aware of the looks some of her classmates gave her, and she was even more aware of the look one of the boys gave her.

He was walking down the hall and his eyes got wide as he saw her coming toward him.

"Ummmmm," he said. "You look delicious, Diane."

She might have gotten angry at him a few days before, but today she didn't. Instead, she gave him a wink and shook her thick head of hair.

"Maybe you'll find out someday, buster," she said.

He grinned at her and it was easy enough to read his dirty thoughts. Diane brushed close to him as she passed by and she felt his hand touch her ass lightly.

"Why, buster," she said, pretending shock. "You'd better watch where you put your hands."

He grinned at her again.

She hurried on and saw nobody else until she reached the math building. Debbie was standing outside. Diane gave her friend a wave.

"What are you doing here?" Debbie asked.

"I got an urgent message," Diane said.

"I did too," Debbie said. "They jerked me out of my study hall."

"I wonder what it's about," Diane said.

The two girls went into the math building and reached Mr. Kinkaid's office in a few minutes. Diane felt a little uneasy as they went into his office. Mr. Kinkaid sat behind his desk and he smiled at them.

"Hi, girls," he said. "Come on in."

"What's the matter?" Diane questioned. "Is something wrong?"

"Shut the door, Debbie," Mr. Kinkaid said.

He watched the swing of Debbie's hips as she turned to shut the door. He shifted his position so that his hard cock would not be so uncomfortable.

"I asked if something was wrong?" Diane asked. She was a feisty one, all right. Matt liked his girls a little fiery. He had thought about this ever since the Sunday afternoon with Debbie and he just couldn't wait any more. He had to take a chance. "No," he said.

"Then why did you send a message asking us to leave class?" Debbie asked.

"Yes," Diane said. "What's so urgent?"

"Me," he said slowly. "I'm urgent." He could tell that Diane was still a little confused, but Debbie understood immediately.

"Both of us?" Debbie asked.

"Both of you," Matt said. "I've been thinking about it a long time. Now I can't wait any more. My cock's hurting from wanting it so bad."

"Ummm," Debbie said.

There was one thing he could say about Debbie without fear of lying and that was she wasn't shy. Or perhaps Debbie had thought about the same thing.

He watched the young blonde girl start undoing the buttons of her blouse.

"Now, wait just a minute," Diane said, not sure of what was going on.

"Come on," Debbie said. "Don't be proud. It should be fun."

Debbie was already half-undressed. Her beautiful titties were naked and Diane remembered again how those luscious mounds had tasted. She felt a little weak in her knees.

"Yeah," Matt Kinkaid said. "Don't spoil things. I've been looking forward to this."

Diane shrugged her shoulders. "What the hell," she said. "I'm not a virgin or anything. You already took care of that little thing."

Matt grinned. His cock pounded hotly as he watched the two girls finish undressing.

"Stand close to one another," he said. They moved closer to one another and Debbie took Diane's hand in her own.

They were just as beautiful standing together as he had pictured them in his mind. Both of them had beautiful bodies. Diane's titties may have been just a little bigger. Diane's black bush was heavier.

"Goddamn," he said softly. "Fantastic. You're both fantastic-looking."

The startling contrast of their bodies would have turned a priest on. Debbie with her light, good looks and Diane with her jet-dark hair.

"God," he said. "God, it makes me so hard just looking."

"Then we'll just have to do something about that," Diane said.

He walked over and sat don on his couch. He wasn't too surprised when both girls fell down beside his legs. He put his hands against their heads and let his fingers run through their thick hair.

"Ummm," Diane said. "Let's see how hard the poor baby is."

"Yes," Debbie agreed. "His poor cock looks so uncomfortable in those tight trousers."

He felt fingers tugging his zipper down and two hot hands going into his trousers. The fingers searched for his cock and found it. He fell his cock being pulled out of his trousers.

"Ummmm, nice," Debbie said. "Let's have a little of that sweet stuff."

He groaned as Debbie bent her head and suddenly sucked his entire cock into her throat.

"God," he moaned.

Ups kissed his balls as Debbie drew his cock deep into her throat and let her throat muscles work on his cock-head.

"Great," he said softly. "That's fantastic. God, it feels wonderful."

"And it's my turn," Diane said.

He groaned as Debbie's lips left his cock. Then again he was drawn into a hot sheath. Diane's mouth seemed even hotter than Debbie's, if that were possible. He felt his cock-head sucked deep into her tight throat muscles. He knew he was leaking, but Diane didn't seem to mind.

"Uh, shit," he grunted. "Shit, that's nice. You're going to blow my wad, Diane."

Diane had no intention of letting him come in her mouth, at least not yet. She wanted to take him to places where he had never gone before. She wanted to teach him what a real blowjob could be like.

"God," he said softly. "I'm getting there."

He protested when he felt her hot mouth leaving his cock.

"No," he said. "Put it back. Please suck me some more. Don't quit."

Debbie knew what she intended to do. Both girls smiled at one another as they gave him time to relax. In a few minutes, Matt had relaxed again.

"Now," he groaned. "Suck it some more."

Debbie's mouth closed over his cock-head and her teeth began to work on his sensitive crown.

"Jesus," he grunted. "Jesus, I've never felt like this. Never before."

Diane had a smug look as she bent her head and started using her tongue on his heavy balls. She ran her tongue over and under his heavy balls and then farther down to the crack of his ass. She felt his anus with her tongue and she was rewarded by a soft groan.

She rimmed his tight hole.

"Christ," he grunted. "You girls are killing me. Christ, it's killing me!"

He had never felt so hot. One tongue in his ass and the other hot mouth enveloping his cock like liquid fire, like being covered with lava.

He grabbed her head but she twisted out of his gasp.

"No, no," Debbie chided him gently. "Let's not get impatient."

But he couldn't get more impatient. Every time he looked down he could see the two heads working on his cock. He couldn't stand the tight pressure of his clothes any longer.

He pushed them both away and unbuckled his trousers. He tugged his trousers and shorts down.

"Get over the desk," he said.

"What?" they both asked at once.

Now he had them where he wanted them. He was back in charge again. He felt the power going through him. He could control them. He knew how to make them tremble.

"Get on the desk," he said. "Both of you. Bend over so I can see your cunts."

"But we were sucking you," Debbie said. "Didn't you like it?"

"I loved it," he said. "But now I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

"Both of us?" Debbie questioned.

"Yes," he said.

"But how are you going to do that?" Diane asked.

"Get over the Goddamned desk," he said savagely. "I'll show you."

The girls looked puzzled and confused but they did as he told them. They bent over the desk so that they were both lying close together. Debbie reached out and took Diane's hand and Diane shivered.

A month before, she would have never dreamed that anything like this could happen to her. "Now I'll show you," Matt said.

He gave them no time. He didn't want them to think about what he was going to do. He slammed his cock savagely into Debbie and he heard her groan.

Quickly he pulled his hard cock out of her tight cunt and positioned himself behind Diane. He slammed his cock into Diane's cunt with the same savage fury.

"Oh, God," Diane gasped.

He knew the girls had never expected anything like this, not in a thousand years. He had seen their smug looks and he wanted to teach them a lesson. Today he would teach them how it really felt to be completely fucked.

"Move closer," he said.

Diane and Debbie moved even closer to ape another. Their bodies touched. He didn't have to move so far, now. He slammed his cock back into Diane and then into Debbie. In a few minutes, he had established a rhythm.

"God," Diane moaned. "What are you doing to us? This is crazy!"

"Ummmm," Debbie agreed, "but crazy good."

"You're fucking right it feels good," he said. "I'm going to take you both to the stars. Hang on."

He fucked them as savagely as he had ever fucked anyone. First one tight cunt, and then, the other tightened around his cock.

"God!" he gasped. "You both feel so fucking good and tight. It's like fucking twin pussies."

Again and again, he slammed his cock deep into their greedy cunts. He felt them get slippery as their juices started to flaw.

"Hot, baby?" he asked. "Getting hot?"

Both of them started grunting in answer. Now they were both pushing back against him, trying to draw his cock as deeply into them as they could.

"Shit," he grunted.

Nothing had ever felt so good. The only sound in the room was the heavy slap of his balls against the cheeks of their asses, and the slippery sound his cock made as it slipped deeply within them.

"God," he said softly. "Good. Good stuff. I fucking love it!"

He knew when they were getting ready to come. He could feel them tensing up, both of them at almost the same time. Debbie was the first one to scream and he left his cock in her a moment longer than usual.

"God!" she groaned. "I'm coming. I'm coming. God, it feels so good. I love it. God, it feelssogoooddddd!!!!"

He slammed into her one more time and then he moved completely behind Diane. He shoved his thick cock into her one time and he felt her start wiggling. A moment later, he could feel his cock being flooded by her juices and her cuntal muscles working on his thick cock-head.

"Jesus!" she said savagely. "JESUS CHRIST I LOVEE IIIIT!"

He slammed his cock into her a few more times and then he brought it out.

"On your knees," he commanded.

This time there was no teasing pretense as Debbie and Diane fell on their knees before his cock. Diane took his cock into her mouth and Debbie's tongue worked on his balls. In a moment, Diane felt the first squirt of his jism.

"Both of you," he said. "Both of you suck some of it up."

Debbie tongued up his cock and pressed her mouth against Diane's. They both tasted his jism the next time he squirted. They both swallowed some of the creamy fluid. He squirted one more time and it coated their lips.

Diane went don on his shaft and licked him clean. Only then did Diane and Debbie leave their knees.

"Good," he said. "Fucking good. We'll have to do this again." He patted Diane's head. "You've come a long way since you saw me fucking the redhead."

Diane knew what he said was true. She had come a long way, but she had a long way to go yet.

She had things to learn, lots of things. She found herself looking forward to learning as much as she could about fucking.

Diane licked her lips and tasted a little salty jism. A funny little smile came to her lips. Yes, she really was going to enjoy learning!

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