J. Watson - High school swingers

"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.