Diane could see his hand massaging her and she found herself again wishing that it were her cunt that his fingers caressed. She was so hot down there.
Mr. Kinkaid was hard again. His huge, blood-engorged cock was like a living thing in Stephanie's hot fingers. He kissed Stephanie softly on the lips as he stood up.
"Bend over the desk," he said.
Stephanie bent over the desk and spread her legs wide so that her pink cunt gaped open.
Diane could see everything. She had never looked into another woman's cunt before and she felt ashamed. Yet, she couldn't take her eyes away.
Mr. Kinkaid put his hand on her ass and then pushed apart the crack of her ass. Diane gasped as she saw one of his fingers probing at Mrs. Jones' anus.
"Oh, lover!" Stephanie cried.
Mr. Kinkaid plunged his finger into her ass up to his knuckles. Diane thought that it would hurt, but Stephanie didn't mind and became aroused even more. Her plump asscheeks began to push back against his penetrating finger.
"Yes!" Stephanie Jones cried. "Yes, do that to me! Oh yes, lover!"
Diane could stand it no longer. She knew the door to the classroom was open enough for anyone to walk in, but she couldn't control herself. Quickly she slipped her hand up under her short skirt and into her panties. Her fingers touched her sensitive pussy lips and she moaned softly. It felt so good! Hot spasms of pleasure shook her body and she knew she couldn't stop herself now if the entire school walked through that door.
Her finger carefully parted the petals of her pussy and slipped into her aching box. She started moving her finger all over the inside of her pussy. A feeling of intense joy went through her body as her finger explored her tight cunt. She could feel her finger getting slippery from her own juices.
She knew it was a shameful thing to do and the chances of getting caught were great. Knowing it just made it all the more exciting.
She was so weak that she had to lean against the door, fighting to keep her eyes open. She didn't want to miss a thing that went on in Mr. Kinkaid's office.
Mr. Kinkaid took his hand away from Mrs. Jones' ass and positioned himself behind the redhead. He took his swollen organ in his fingers and started rubbing the monstrous head against her cunt. Diane could see some of the auburn pussy hairs glistening with white drops of his cum.
"Put it in," Stephanie moaned.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Mr. Kinkaid asked.
"God, yes," she groaned. "I want your big cock in me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Put that big cock in my pussy. Fuck my cunt."
Diane didn't know if her words were exciting Mr. Kinkaid, but they sure as hell were getting to her. Her searching finger found the tiny hard clit and she began massaging it.
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."