"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted. "God, yes I like it. Keep doing that. Keep doing it."
His fingers searched for and found her clit. She ground herself against him as his finger brushed against her sensitive nub.
"Shit!" she cried. "Oh skit, that's nice. I love your finger."
He felt her cunt get wetter as he kept moving his fingers against her hard clit. Her cunt seemed to suck at his fingers. He tried to drive his fingers in deeper.
"That's it," she said, writhing against him. She pushed her tit into his clutching fingers. "Keep playing with my tit. I'm so Goddamned hot!"
It was like she had gone crazy. He had fucked girls before. He was no novice turning girls on. But this was a different kind of girl.
She had gotten hotter quicker than any girl he had ever seen and it was like she'd gone crazy for cock, like she was hungry for it. He didn't mind. He loved it.
"God!" she gasped. "Give me your cock, baby. I want your cock in me."
He rolled over on top of her with his fingers still buried in her hot muff. He still drove his fingers in and out of her cunt while he brushed his cock against her soft thighs. It wasn't long before he felt his cock grow straight again and her thighs were getting wet from his lubricating fluid.
She reached for him. Her hot hands clutched at him. One hand wrapped around his staff while her other hand stroked his balls. This time he was forced to pull his fingers out of her cunt. She tugged him between her legs so that his cock-head was pushed firmly against her cunt.
"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.