J. Watson: High school swingers

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.