Chapter 6
Diane opened her eyes early the next morning when she heard her mother calling her. She pulled the covers over her head and groaned that she would not be going to church that morning.
"Don't you feel well?" her mother asked.
"Yes," Diane said. "I just don't feel like going to church."
Going to church with her parents had always bored her and this morning she was especially not in the mood. She went back to sleep. She opened her eyes again when she heard a knock on the front door.
She rolled over and squinted at the dock. It was a little past ten which meant she'd been asleep two hours since her parents had left.
The knocking became louder and more insistent.
"Who in the hell?" Diane asked savagely.
She got up and started dowustairs. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror that stood in the hallway.
"Damn," she said.
It wouldn't do for her to go downstairs that way. All she had on was a pair of skimpy, green panties. Her full breasts seemed even fuller and she could easily we the heavy black bush beneath her panties. She went back into her bedroom and found a robe to wrap around herself.
The doorbell rang this time.
"I'm coming," she said. "Hold your horses."
She hurried downstairs as she tied the robe securely around her waist. She stopped again at the mirror just at the end of the stairs. She ran a comb quickly through her long, tangled black hair but there was little she could do about her bruised and puffy features.
Debbie had really given her a workout the day before. Of course, she would be willing to bet that Debbie would look little better.
"Danm," Diane said again. "I hope she feels better than I do."
She opened the door and immediately felt her anger leave her. It was hard to feel angry with a man in a blue uniform and a gun on his hip.
"Are you Miss Christopher?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "I am. What's the trouble, Officer?"
"No trouble, ma'm," he said. "Some practical joker messed up your yard last night. Usually when it's a young girl, it's a boyfriend or something."
"Messed up our yard?" Diane asked groggily.
She looked past the officer's shoulder and saw where the trash had been dumped.
"Oh, no," Diane said.
"It's a mess, all right," the young officer smiled. "I talked to your parents this morning and they told me to wait until ten before I talked to you. So here I am."
She realized he wanted to come in.
"Come in," she said. "I can put some coffee on. But I don't think I can help you."
"No?" he questioned.
"No," she said. "I don't know who would do a thing like this."
The officer followed her into the kitchen and he watched her make coffee. She saw the name on his badge -- Officer Roger Davies. She liked his name. She also noticed that he wore no wedding ring, and that his sharp eyes watched her every movement.
"You haven't had any arguments with your boyfriend lately?" Officer Davies asked.
"No," Diane said. "That is, I don't have a regular boyfriend."
"No regular boyfriend," he said, astonished. "I'd figure the boys would beat your door down trying get to you. A girl as pretty as you."
Diane took the coffee off and poured two steaming cups.
"Here," Diane said. "Enjoy. And I'm not really that pretty."
He sipped his coffee. "I'd have to argue with that," he said. "I think you're fantastic-looking. That hair really does something to me."
A month before and Diane would have blushed. Now she only gave him a steady look.
"It does," she said.
"Yeah," he said. "It makes me want to forget about duty, for a little while."
Diane smiled. She studied the young officer's face. He was strong-looking, and she wondered what he would be like in bed. She knew he would be good.
She thought herself crazy thinking about sex so soon after the good workout yesterday, but she couldn't help it. She bent her head to sip her coffee and she knew he was looking down the front of her gown.
When she looked back at him he made no pretense of hiding where he was looking.
"Why don't you forget about duty?" she asked him. "Just for a little while."
Officer Davies started to look a little uncomfortable.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Old enough," she said softly.
"When are your parents due home?"
"They won't be home for hours," Diane said. "They make a day out of it."
"Well," he said softly. "Why don't we go upstairs and find your bedroom."
"It's not hard to find," she said.
He wasn't as impatient as a younger man might have been. He waited until she had led him into her lush bedroom before she felt his hand pressed against her ass.
She turned quickly and folded into his strong arms. He pulled open the sash of her robe and her robe fell apart. His arms pressed her close to him.
She could feel his brass buttons against her titties, and it turned her on.
"Ummm," she said softly. "You have very nice arms. Very strong."
"I'm nice all over," he said.
"I hope you are as good as you say," she whispered. "I'm ready for a good fucking."
If he was shocked by her language, he didn't show it. He pulled her tighter against him while his fingers explored the soft curves of her ass.
She felt him lifting up the hem of her gown, up past the curves of her ass to her waist. Both his hands cupped her soft asschecks and tugged her his groin.
She kit his prick jumping against then he was already very hard. She allowed herself to be pulled tighter so that her cunt was against his prick.
"God," she said softly. "You are big and strong all over. At least I can feel a nice, strong pert."
He laughed and she felt herself being picked up. His hands still caressed her asscheeks as he carried her to the bed and dropped her on her back.
"Nice stuff," he said. "Very nice stuff. I like it, sweet thing, I like it."
He bent over the bed and began to knead her titties. His hands weren't gentle and there was something very exciting about them. She felt her nipples grow hard against his caressing fingers.
"Christ," she groaned. "Oh, Christ."
He didn't waste any time getting undressed. He left her only a moment and when he returned, he was naked. His chest was well-developed and covered with thick black hairs. She found that she was strongly attracted to his ape-like look.
What really attracted her was the huge cock sticking ramrod straight between his lap and his huge balls.
She licked her lips as she stared nervously at the hanging sac. Two such balls looked as if they could really beat her to death if he fucked her.
"Like it, baby?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I like it!"
"Feel it," he commanded.
She reached for him. Her hot fingers wrapped around his staff and she moved her hand up and down gently. She was watching the huge slit and she saw the drop of white that appeared there.
He moved closer to the bed so that his prick was just inches from her mouth.
"Kiss it a little," he said. "Haven't you ever kissed a cock before?"
"Yes," she said. "I've kissed them. I'll show you how good I am at kissing cocks."
He grunted as her tongue touched him. She licked away the drop of cum. He tasted very salty. She opened her lips and captured the head of his cock between her teeth.
"Jesus, baby," he groaned. "Jesus, you are good at kissing cocks."
"I haven't started yet," she said.
Again she sucked his crown into her mouth and she began to use her tongue and teeth on him. He was very sensitive there and in moments, he was groaning loudly. She had a mouth full of cum, but she knew it was only the beginning of his heavy load. This was only his lubricating fluid. What else did he have in those big balls of his?
"Umm," she said, releasing him. "Have you been saving your load for me?"
"That's the way all the girls act," he said. "But I promise you a lot more. I can go all day."
"We can't go all day," she said. "Maybe some other time we will."
"Sure, baby," he said. "But kiss it little more right now. Take my whole Goddamned prick into your mouth."
She was willing. She opened her mouth wide and she sucked him completely into her throat. His thick cock pulsated in her throat and again she was tasting his thick, creamy lubricating fluid.
"God," he said softly. "God, I love it. It's nice. It's so fucking nice."
She began to bob her head up and down on his cock. For a few minutes, she thought he was going to allow her to suck him off, and she started wondering just how much cum he could pour into her throat.
It was a nice thought, but it wasn't what he had in mind.
"Shit, no, baby," he said. "I don't have time and I want to give you a good fucking."
"Yes," she agreed. "That's what I want too. A good fucking. Hurry and take my panties off."
He grabbed the edge of her panties and peeled them quickly down her legs. Immediately his hand went between her legs. He began fingering her pussy until she was sopping wet and soft little sobs were being torn from her throat.
"Oh," she groaned. "Fuck me now, Roger. I'm ready far you now."
"Sure, baby," he groaned. "Sure."
He stretched out on top of her and his big cock slammed into her savagely. He didn't wait for her to get ready. He knew she would be able to catch up with him.
He began fucking her with deep, savage thrusts that brought more moans from her throat.
Never had it been so nice. He was so big, so filling, and he knew how to use his cock. He kept slamming it so deep within her.
"Lift your legs," he commanded.
She quickly lifted her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks. He seemed to get deeper in her. The pulsating cock began to grow and she realized he was getting ready to come. At the same time she felt her nipples harden and her juices flow hotly against his cock.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming and you're coming with me! Yes, you are! I can feel you growing. I know you're going to come. God, yes, you're going to come. God, yes, I can feel you squirting. Squirting in me. In meeee!"
They finished barely in time, for they both heard the car pull into the driveway.
"Goddamn," he said.
"They're home early," Diane said.
They got dressed in no time at all and were downstairs drinking coffee when Diane's parents came in. Everything looked so natural that Diane almost laughed out loud.
She wondered what her parents would say if they knew what had happened just a few minutes earlier. With that thought, she giggled and her mother gave her a curious look.
Debbie was tired and sore, and she missed Diane in church that morning. Debbie wished her own parents had been as understanding and left her at home that morning.
Of course, she really couldn't tell them that the reason she was tired was that she and Diane had really went through a workout the day before. Somehow she didn't feel as if her father would ever understand that.
"I'm going home early," she told her mother, as they walked from Sunday School to the church building.
"But why?" her mother asked.
"I'm tired and sleepy," Debbie said. "And I thought about stopping to see Diane."
"But you'd have to walk," her mother protested, "and we were going out to eat after."
"I can walk," Debbie said. "And I can find something in the house to eat."
Her mother was reluctant but she finally consented for Debbie to walk home.
"But you be careful crossing the streets," her mother had said.
"I'll be careful," Debbie promised.
Debbie was a little amused by her mother's concern as she started walking home. Her mother still so obviously thought of her as a child.
She wondered what her mother would say if she knew what her sweet, young daughter had been doing lately. God, would she have been shocked to know that her darling daughter Debbie actually spread her legs for anyone who asked.
Debbie giggled and almost turned her foot because she wasn't watching where she was going.
"Damn shoes," she said.
She reached down and took them off. So what if her stockings were ruined, she didn't like to wear them anyway. She had to admit, though, that her sheer stockings did look good combined with her short blue Sunday dress.
Someone else was admiring her too, and it wasn't just her dress.
She felt hot eyes burning the tops of her thighs and she looked up quickly.
"Hello, Debbie," a man said.
She didn't recognize him, at first. He was wearing a suit and tie and he never wore that to school, at least not so fancy-looking.
She blinked her eyes.
"Why, Mr. Kinkaid," she said. "I didn't know you lived around here."
"I don't," he said. "I was just driving around."
"Looking for anyone special," she said.
"No," he said. He grinned at her. "You'll do. Would you like a lift? You look like you're having a few problems."
His lust-filled eyes left no doubt as to why he wanted her in the car.
"Well," she said. "I was just going home."
"Have you eaten yet?" he asked. "I know a place where we can get some hamburgers."
"Where?" she asked.
"My apartment, of course," he said. "Where else?"
She wanted to get into his car more than anything, but she was afraid. Then she remembered the pleasure he had given Diane. She remembered how Diane had begged him to fuck her harder and he could probably do her the same way.
Debbie nodded.
"Good," he said. He reached over and opened the car door for her. She slid into the seat beside him and tugged down her dress.
"Now don't do that," he said, pained. "I like a little view when I'm driving."
Even his words could make her feel a warmth that others could not.
She stretched out and allowed her dress to slip almost to the edge of her panties. In fact, he could probably see her blue panties if he looked hard enough.
He was looking hard enough. His eyes swept up her firm, tanned legs to where her pointy tits pushed at her frilly, white blouse.
"That better?" she asked him.
"Much better."
He drove her to his apartment in a seedy section of the city. Debbie began to regret coming.
"It's better on the inside," he assured her. It was. The carpets were plush and clean. His apartment was large and well-furnished. She sank down into one of his big, comfortable chairs. Again she allowed her dress to slip up her thighs to her panties.
He licked his dry lips.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked. "While I put the burgers on?"
"You don't really have to cook anything," she said. "But a drink would be nice."
He grinned at her. "I like a girl who gets right to the point. What would you like?"
"Anything," she purred. "But not too strong." He left the room to make the drinks. She sank down on her knees in the plush carpet right beside his stereo. She searched through his albums until she found one she liked. She put it on and soft music floated through the room.
Matt came back in with two full glasses.
He couldn't believe his luck at finding Debbie walking home. He'd always been as attracted to Debbie as he'd been to Diane. He wondered what his luck would be like if he tried to get them both together. Now that would be a treat-blonde, beautiful Debbie and dark Diane together at the same time. It made his cock hard just thinking about it.
"Your drink," he said.
He sat down on the carpet beside her and sipped at his drink. He watched her finish hers off in a couple of gulps. Debbie wasn't the puritan type like Diane had been. He had a feeling he was really going to enjoy this Sunday.
Debbie put her glass down beside her. She leaned back, resting on her elbows, and she was fully aware that her dress was now bunched at her waist and that her pale-blue panties were plainly visible.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
Matt was enjoying his treat. He could see the pale strands of blonde hair slipping from the edges of her panties. He wondered what her pussy tasted like, probably fresh and sweet. He put his glass down.
"You know I like what I see," he said. "You're a fantastic-looking gal."
"I'm just a little chubby," Debbie said.
"The hell you are," he said. "You're just right. You've just got a little baby plumpness and I like it. Believe me, I like it."
"I can see that," Debbie giggled.
Matt looked down at himself. His bulge was very visible. She touched him between his legs and he could feel an aching in his balls.
"God, girl," he said softly.
She laughed softly as he stretched out beside her. Her fingertips still played with his crotch.
He kissed her and found her lips as sweet as he'd thought. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she responded hotly.
Her hand clutched his cock fiercely and her tongue wiggled against has. He pushed her away.
"You're a sweet thing," he said.
"Am I better looking than Diane?" Debbie asked.
"Of course," he said.
"You damn liar," she said.
He kissed her again and this time he put his hand against one of her soft mounds. She groaned, deep in her throat, and pushed her tit firmly into his cupping hand.
"Ummm," she said. "I like that."
"So do I," he said. "Your tit is so nice. I bet I can make your nipple hard."
"You know you can," she said.
He started unbuttoning her blouse while his mouth still pressed hard against hers. He kept pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and enjoying her hot response.
He got her blouse unbuttoned and he pulled it apart. She wore a pale-blue bra that did little to conceal her large, creamy jugs.
"Lift up," he told her. "I want to unbutton you."
She willingly lifted up as she felt his hand slip beneath her and undo the clasp of her bra. The bra slipped easily off her shoulders.
"God," he said softly. "They're fantastic. Your tits are fantastic."
She shivered as she looked down and saw his face go against her titties. He sucked one hard nipple into his mouth as his tongue played around the sensitive edges.
"Baby!" she cried.
Again and again he rolled the hard nipple around his tongue.
"God!" she sobbed. "You're really getting me hot. Really hot. Oh, God!"
He moved his lips from one nipple to the other, all the time kissing and caressing her hot flesh. He was so damned experienced at using his mouth. Now she knew how Diane had felt that afternoon in the pork. Mr. Kinkaid knew how to make a girl sob for more.
"Jesus," she sobbed softly. "Jesus, you're getting to me."
He felt the soft material of her stockings as he slipped his hands beneath her dress. Her pantyhose was tight against her skin but somehow he got his fingers underneath.
"Yes," she said. "Take them off. Take them off!"
He pulled them easily down her legs and she kicked them off. He ran his fingers lightly up her legs once more, carefully brushing against her inner thighs. He felt her tense as one of his fingers went beneath her panty edges and touched her sensitive mound.
"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, yes, that feels nice!"
"Not as nice as it's going to feel," he assured her.
He took his finger out and rasped the top of her panties. He slid them quickly down her legs so that her cunt was exposed to him. "My panties," she gasped. "Pull them all the way off. All the way so that I can spread my cunt for you."
He got them down to her feet and she frantically ripped them off herself.
She parted her thighs and he could look into her gaping, pink cunt.
"Ummm!" she cried. "Ummm, I'm so hot. Do something for me. Do something!"
He looked again into the pink moistness of her cunt and he couldn't resist.
He took her legs in his hands and placed them above his shoulders. Then he pressed his face into the warmth of her furry cunt. He liked the smell of her pussy perfume, the sweet and salty smell of her juices.
"God!" she groaned. "Oh, that's nice. Eat me, Mr. Kinkaid, eat me."
He knew she was still thinking of him as her teacher and that was exciting her. All the young girls were like that when he fucked them. Well he wouldn't disappoint this one.
He pressed his face harder against her furry cunt and slipped his tongue between the lust-swollen pussy lips. She groaned and her fingers tangled in his hair.
"Nice!" she sobbed. "I love it. That's so fucking nice!"
He drove his tongue into her deeply, tasting her cunt and loving it. He rubbed his tongue along her cunt walls and then found her clit.
"Jesus Christ!" she yelled.
He pulled her cunt apart with his fingers and began rubbing his tongue along her hard clit. She started moving wildly against him, her fingers clutching fiercely at his hair.
"Oh, I love it," she cried. "How I love your west, sucking tongue!"
Her thighs closed tightly around his head and she pushed her cunt up at him.
He knew she wouldn't be able to last long like this. He sucked her clit between his lips and began to chew on her.
It was too much for her to take.
"Christ!" she cried. "I'm coming. Your hot tongue is making me come. I love it. God, I low it! You're making me come. YOU'RE MAKING ME COMEEEE!"
He didn't pull his face away. He drank her hot juices and he loved every mouthful. Over and over again he sucked at her pussy until he was sure she was completely dry.
Only then did he remove his face from her cunt. He moved up her body, biting at her flat stomach and again sucking on her still taut nipples.
He kissed her throat softly and then her lips. Once again he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He could feel his balls aching hotly and he knew it wasn't going to be long before he had to find release.
"Ummm," she gasped softly. "That was nice. So nice. You're pretty good with your mouth."
"I'm pretty good every way, baby," he said.
"You're good at bragging," she said.
But she knew he wasn't bragging. He had eaten her pussy with the experience of a man who had eaten pussy before and knew every little thing to turn a girl on.
She ran her fingers through his thick, curly hair. He kissed her lips again and she could feel his big prick pushing between her legs.
"Ummm," she said. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you good."
"But I want something else in it," he said.
She knew what he wanted and she was more than willing. She pushed him over on his back and started to undo the buttons of his shirt.
She got his coat, tie, and shirt off. He wore no undershirt. She ran her fingers lightly through the curly blond hairs on his chest.
"Ummm," she said. "You're so nice. So strong and nice."
She had a hot flash as she remembered Diane being with him in the park. She wondered what it would be like for all three of them to be together. She wondered how he would respond to an idea like that.
"You're a beautiful man," she said.
"And I've got something else that's beautiful," he told her.
"I know," she said. "I've seen it."
"You've seen it," he said incredulously. "How?"
She almost laughed it the expression on his face.
"That day in the park when you borrowed Diane for a little while," Debbie explained. "I followed you. I saw what happened. And I was very impressed."
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.