J. Watson: High school swingers

"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."