J. Watson - High school swingers

"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.