J. Watson: High school swingers

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.