Chapter 3
Debbie didn't like the way the boy was watching her as she brought back the two Cokes. She felt his eyes on her as she rejoined the crowd and found that Diane was nowhere to be found. She was aware that the young, curly-haired boy had walked up behind her.
"You looking for your friend?" he asked.
His voice was surly and his eyes were wicked. Debbie was glad there were a lot of people around.
"Yes," Debbie said. "I am."
"I saw her leave with that teacher," the boy said. "Over there."
"You mean Mr. Kinkaid?" Debbie asked.
"Yeah," the boy said. "That's the one."
"But where did they go?" Debbie asked.
"That way," the boy said. He grinned at her as he pointed toward the woods. "They both looked like they were kind of in a hurry."
The look on his face left no doubt in Debbie's mind that he was telling the truth. But why would Diane and Mr. Kinkaid go into the woods together? A possibility came to Debbie but she dismissed the idea quickly. With any other girl, it might be possible. Even Debbie might have been tempted to take Mr. Kinkaid up on an offer, but not Diane. Debbie had known Diane too long. They'd been friends all through grammar school and then high school, and even talked about going to the same college.
Debbie knew her friend almost as well as she knew herself. Diane was a prudish virgin, and definitely not the type to go walking in the woods with grown men. Yet, there had been something different about her friend lately, something Debbie couldn't quite understand. Maybe there was something to what this boy said.
"Maybe you'd like to go looking for them?" the boy asked.
The thought was exciting. She kept telling herself that her friend could be doing nothing wrong. Perhaps she would really see something unexpected, like Diane and Mr. Kinkaid together. Debbie felt a little weak in her knees.
"What about it?" the boy asked. "My name's Tod. We might see something interesting."
"Not Diane," Debbie protested. "Diane's a very nice girl. We wouldn't see a thing."
"Are you afraid to find out?" Tod taunted.
"Of course not," Debbie said.
"Then let's go look."
Debbie wanted to refuse, but something urged her to follow the boy. He started off toward the woods looking over his shoulder at her.
When he saw her standing still he gave her a smug leer. That settled it. She wanted to see his face when he found out she was right and there was nothing going on. Debbie pulled her head up and walked proudly after him.
The two of them had barely entered the woods when Debbie felt her heart pounding rapidly. She felt wicked. Again she told herself that there could be nothing going on. Yet, she couldn't think of any good reason for Diane and Mr. Kinkaid to be in the woods together.
"Shhhhh," Tod said. He grabbed her arm. "They're just up ahead. From here on, we walk real soft."
There were beads of sweat on Tod's upper lip and his eyes were burning with an intense excitement.
She let her eyes sweep dawn until she saw the heavy bulge in his trousers. She suddenly thought of another reason why Tod wanted her to go to the woods. Maybe everything he had been telling her was a lie, and he wanted her alone in the woods to rape her. Like every girl, Debbie had fantasies about rape but didn't want any of her fantasies to come true.
"I think I'll go back," Debbie said.
He clutched her arm in a grip so fierce that her arm turned white.
"No," he said. "Just up ahead. I hear them. Don't you want to see your friend?"
Debbie started to jerk her arm away, but then she also heard the soft sounds coming from up ahead. Again she felt her heart pounding fiercely. She couldn't believe what she heard.
It sounded like a girl crying softly. It was not hurt crying but pleased crying, like when a girl was getting something that made her happy.
"You hear them now?" Tod asked.
"I hear somebody," she admitted. "But it's not Diane. I know it couldn't be Diane."
"Come see," he insisted.
His hand dropped from her arm. For a moment she wanted to turn and run, but she just couldn't. This time Tod took her by the hand.
"Just follow me," he said.
She went with him. There was no fear of being seen. They stopped just at the edge of the clearing with a clear view of everything going oft.
Debbie's tint thought was that she'd been right and it wasn't her friend. The hot little girl who was begging Mr. Kinkaid for more, as he slapped his thick cock into her, couldn't possibly be prudish Diane.
Then the shock reaction set in because Debbie knew the naked tits, that straight, black hair, that soft, sexy voice could only belong to her friend.
"Oh, my God," Debbie said softly.
Debbie felt wicked standing there watching, but she couldn't find the strength to move away. She felt Tod's arm going around her waist and pulling her close. She didn't try to move away.
"It's Diane," she said. "It really is Diane. How could she do it?"
But Debbie really didn't need an answer to that question. She already knew the answer. Diane had been strongly attracted to the teacher from the start. One look at those hot eyes let a girl know that he knew his way around.
Tod's hand dropped from her waist to cup one asscheek and the still didn't protest. Actually his fingers felt good stroking her through her tight shorts. She felt a warmth between her thighs from his fingers and partly from what she was watching. She realized that Mr. Kinkaid and Diane were approaching climax.
"We've got to get out of hew," she said.
"I've got a car," he told her. "It's parked near the entrance."
She knew what he wanted and she knew she couldn't refuse. She wanted the same thing. Just watching had stirred her blood hotly.
"Okay," she said softly.
She kept hearing Diane's soft moans as she walked out of the woods. She couldn't believe it, any of her other friends, but not Diane. She couldn't believe she had seen Debbie, naked, with her legs in the air and Mr. Kinkaid's big cock filling her up.
Debbie knew one thing for sure. The relationship between her and Diane would never be quite the same.
"Here it is," Tod said.
He opened the door for her and she slid in. She didn't waste any time. She slid close to him as soon as he got under the wheel. She put her hand on his thigh and felt the heat. She allowed her finger to touch his bulge.
"Ummmm," she said. "Let's go somewhere quick."
"I'm with you, baby," he said.
Debbie remembered that only a few moments before she had been afraid this boy was going to rape her and now she was afraid he wasn't. It was strange how things could change so quickly. She didn't even know the boy. She only knew that he had wicked eyes, a good build and probably knew how to use his cock.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I know a nice place," he answered.
She was surprised when he pulled up into the deserted parking lot of the school building.
"What are we doing here?" she asked.
"I told you I knew a nice place." He grinned at her. "There's a way in. Trust me."
She didn't trust him but she didn't argue when he grabbed her hand and pulled her up the walkway. He didn't go for the front door. Instead, he led her around to the entrance of the physical-education building. The door opened easily.
"Isn't this the boys' locker room?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said.
She had to admit there was something interesting about going into the boys' locker room. The room smelled of boys, a strong masculine smell of sweat and steam.
"This way," he said.
He pushed her ahead of him until they passed the shower rooms and dressing rooms. He stopped her at the coach's office. The door was not locked and he pushed her inside.
"I told you I knew a nice place," he said. "Nobody's going to bother us here."
She looked around. The room was just big enough for a large desk and a big, overstuffed couch. She felt a shiver as she looked at the couch.
He put an arm back around her waist and hugged her close to him.
"I'm hot, baby," he said. "I want to get you naked so I can play with you."
His hand was quick as he unbuttoned her shorts and jerked down her zipper. He was pulling her shorts down her legs almost before she realized he had started.
"Let me help," she said.
She sat down on the couch and took her shoes off. She kicked out of her shorts and quickly peeled her flimsy panties down her slim legs. She saw him looking so she leaned back and parted her legs to give him a better look.
"God," he said softly.
He was looking right into her pink pussy. He licked his dry lips and rubbed his crotch.
"Fucking nice," he whispered softly. "But hurry up and take the rest off. I want to see your tits."
She stood up and peeled the sweater off. She wore no bra. Her firm mounds poked at him and she brought her hands up under them so they would jut out even more.
"Damn nice," he said.
"Aren't you going to get naked?" she asked.
"Still, yes," he said.
He got his shirt and under shirt off in just a few seconds. She could tell he was really excited because ho fumbled with his belt for a few seconds before he got it undone. Finally he sat down on the floor, kicked his shoes off and stripped the trousers off his legs.
"Hurry," she said.
She sat down on the couch again, this time offering him a better show. She spread her thighs and allowed her hand to touch the tingling spot in her blonde thatch. She began to work her finger all around her sensitive pussy lips.
"I'm so hot!" she moaned.
She looked straight at the bulge between his legs. It looked large enough, but it was mostly concealed by his shorts. He grinned at her.
"I thought I'd let you take this off," he said.
"Then hurry up and get over here," she said.
She'd never seen a boy move so fast. He was by her side in a moment. She reached for his shorts and carefully tugged them down his legs. His cock poked against her cheek as she finished getting his shorts off.
"Ummmm," she said, as she wrapped her hot mouth around his swollen flesh. "I like it."
She bent her lips to his prick without him asking. The end of his cock was slightly wet from his lubricating fluid. She licked the white stuff off his prick and heard his gasp of surprise.
So, he wasn't used to getting sucked. Debbie decided to give him a real thrill. She opened her lips and took just the crown of his cock into her mouth. She began to use her teeth and tongue gently around the sensitive part of his cock.
"Shit," he groaned. "That feels so fucking nice. So nice. So Goddamned nice."
She sucked his cock deeper into her throat. She saw that this was really getting him excited and she began to suck hard. At the same time, she reached up and began to play with his heavy balls. She felt his hands clutch the back of her head and he started directing her movements. Her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock in piston-like movements.
She tasted a little more of his thick, salty fluid and she quickly swallowed it down. She knew he was getting ready to come because she felt his cock-head growing in her mouth.
"Fuck!" he cried. "Oh fuck, it feels so nice. I'm going to make it in your mouth. I can't stand it. I've got to blow, honey. I'VE GOT TO BLOW MY CUM IN YOUR MOUTHHHHH!"
This time she was ready for it. She pushed her mouth all the way down to his balls and felt him explode into the back part of her throat. She couldn't taste it and it was easy to swallow the stuff down. She kept drinking him up as if he were a water fountain. Even when he was done, she sucked more out of him.
"No," he said. "Shit, baby, that was nice but now you're hurting me. I don't have any more."
Finally he managed to push her away from his cock.
She got up and leaned back on the couch. She wet the tip of her finger and put it back at her blonde thatch.
"Ummmm, honey," she said. "Get that thing hard again. I'm ready for it."
He wasn't sure he could ever go again, but he began to feel excited just watching her.
She was better than a porno movie. Her finger parted the juicy, red petals of her cunt and slipped inside. He could actually see her finger going in and out of herself.
He sat down close to her and started rubbing her titties. He could feel her mounds getting swollen under the touch of his fingers. She really was a hot little piece.
He bent over and started licking at her hard nipples. It gave him a sense of pleasure and power when he felt her ass start to squirm against the couch. He sucked in more of her tender flesh.
"Jesus," she groaned. "Jesus, that feels nice. Keep sucking me like that. IT'S MAKING ME SO HOT?"
He continued to suck at her titties as his hand moved don the flat of her stomach to touch her bush. His hand was over hers and he could feel the movements.
"Oh, I do feel so hot," she groaned.
His cock was brushing against her thigh at every movement and he could feel himself growing hard again. He could feel the tightness in his balls that would soon make him beg for release.
He moved her hand and plunged two fingers into her slippery cunt. He felt her move with pleasure as he began to drive his fingers in and out of her tight cunt.
"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.
James had gone to him personally knowing how a thing like that could completely ruin a teacher's reputation. The man hadn't been frightened at all.
"Sure," Matt said casually. "It happened. The little bitch has been begging for it from the first day she walked into my classroom."
His first impulse was to fire Kinkaid on the spot, but then he realized what that would mean. Kinkaid could deny it and take it before the school board.
No matter what happened there would always be a black spot on the school.
He was going to take a little time to think about things. Yet, all he found himself thinking about was the way Diane's ass twitched when she walked down the hall. She had such a fantastic build.
He kept remembering his fat wife and the times he had fucked her in the last few years. She was little more than a quick release, nothing really fun. Diane Christopher, however, had a body and a way of wiggling that turned him on.
If Matt Kinkaid was telling the truth, then it might not be hard to get into her box. Even he could do it.
"Aren't you feeling well Mr. Wailer?" Diane said.
"Of course," he said. "Just a little hot. But we're not here to talk about me. I want to come right to the point, Diane. Did something happen between you and Mr. Kinkaid?"
Diane could feel herself blushing a bright red. She searched her mind for an answer. She couldn't tell him the truth. She couldn't tell anyone the truth. She was aware of the rumors going around school, but she'd hoped they would fade away. Now she saw that she was going to have to think of a way to make the students quit whispering.
"No," she said weakly.
"Nothing at all?" he asked.
James was beginning to feel better. He knew she was lying. After awhile, one got a feeling about such thing. He knew how to deal with a lying child. First, he had to completely break down her resistance so that he could get at the truth. After that, anything could happen.
"No," Diane said.
"Look at me, child," he demanded.
She raised her head and her beautiful blue eyes looked like a frightened animal's.
"I want the truth," he said. "I want to know what happened in that park."
"Nothing," she said. Her head was trembling, and there was a sob in her throat. "Nothing happened. I'm telling you the truth."
Diane felt as if she were going to fail over any minute. She wished his eyes would look somewhere else. She felt as if ho could look right down into her soul.
"Tell me the truth," he said.
This was crazy, she thought. And it wasn't fair. She wasn't the only girl ever to get mixed up with a teacher. There were plenty of them in school. She shouldn't be getting questioned like this.
"I'm telling you the truth," she insisted.
He was quiet for a long time. He kept looking at her. She wished the next bell would ring so she could go back to her classwork.
"All right," he said, with a disgusted sigh. "We're not going to get anywhere like this. I'll have to find the truth another way."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I have to eventually find out the truth," he said. "From someone. I'd rather you tell me, but since you insist that nothing happened, then I'm going to have to look somewhere else for my information. You can go."
He looked down at his desk and pretended to be looking at her work record. The sudden dismissal always worked. It left them with unanswered questions. They started to wonder what he was going to do? He knew that all sorts of possibilities quickly passed through her mind. She was still sitting there when he looked up.
"Well?" he asked.
"I wasn't telling the truth, Mr. Wailer," she whispered softly.
"Now we're getting somewhere," he said. "What is the truth, Diane?"
Diane put her head down.
"Nothing really bad," she said. "We just left the park and we... we talked for awhile!"
She knew he wasn't going to believe that.
"I'm sorry," he said. "You're still not being honest with me, Diane."
"Oh, my God," she said softly. "All right, I'll tell you. I went into the woods with him."
"And?" James questioned.
"And he laid me," Diane said.