As her come raged through her, spilling out through the walls of her pussy, making and mingling with Pete's come the gooey mixture that coated the inside of her slit, Pete's come then overflowed and trickled teasingly down the insides of her widely spread thighs. Arms supporting her head, Mona whimpered out her delight, crying out to Pete her pleasure.
"Oh, do it to me. Do it to me hard! Harder! Oouuuuu! Do it to me!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah," Pete managed to gasp back, pumping into her slit as hard and fast as he could, feeling his come gushing out into her willing cunt. The more he spurted into her, however, the more he seemed to want to shoot off in her. The clutching rhythm of Mona's pussy was something Pete had never experienced before. Although not too old, Pete had had his share of young chicks. His parents didn't understand that the new generation just got around to those things earlier than their predecessors.
With one last final hard lunge, Pete buried his cock full length into Mona, letting the last spasm of passion push from him and into Mona's cunt The girl answered by giving his dick one last, longing tug, her muscles tightening as hard as she could command then, milking the last drop of his come from him.
Then they both lay still, Mona feeling more sore, yet strangely much happier.
"Oh boy," Pete gasped out finally. "That was really some lay. Man, you are the greatest," he praised Mona. "I know too," he continued, boasting, "because I've had quite a few chicks."
"Not as many as me," Arnold replied defensively, again reminding them of his presence. "I've had just as many. Maybe even more. After all, I'm the one let you in on this deal. When have you ever fixed me up."
"Don't worry about it man," his friend replied, pulling his sagging prick from Mona's well-oiled pussy. "I'm gonna. I'm gonna."
As Pete's dick came out of her, Mona sagged too, slumping limply onto the bed. Opening her eyes, she saw that Arnold's cock was hard again, and couldn't believe it. The boy had given her a hell of a ride the first time; then she remembered that he had kept at it quite a while the first time too. But she wasn't prepared, fully, for what he said.
"Since you wouldn't cornhole her, I will," he crowed, approaching the bed. Mona's eyes opened wide, and although she was tired she couldn't resist the temptation. True, she would have preferred to have Pete do it, but she would accept Arnold. Besides, after she thought about it, perhaps it was better that she try a smaller cock up there the first time, just in case.
Without orders, Mona lifted her ass skyward again, this time with more apprehension than before. Slowly she glanced beneath her, saw Arnold grasping his cock and aiming at her asshole. Then he suddenly veered away, letting the large head stab into her still-soaking, wet cunt.
"Oouuuuu!" Mona moaned out. "I thought you were going to... er, you know... do it the... ah, other way."
"I am," Arnold assured her. "But first I gotta get it wet. You're going to be too tight back there otherwise. Don't want me to put it in dry do you?"
Mona was glad Arnold had thought of that, because she hadn't. Too excited by what was going to happen, she hadn't even considered how it would feel in the beginning. After a few hard thrusts, which excited Mona even more, Arnold pulled his dick out of her cunt, and it was dripping almost. Grinning, and still holding onto his cock, he aimed it again at her asshole. Reaching up with both hands, the stiffness of his dick keeping it pointed in the right direction, Arnold spread the cheeks of Mona's ass. Sucking in her breath, the girl waited and watched.
She saw Arnold move forward until she felt the head of his dick nudging the rough opening of her anus. Screwing up her courage, the girl remained motionless, waiting for the first tingling sign of too much discomfort before she bolted.
But to her surprise it didn't hurt too much. The first attempt to penetrate her failed, nonetheless Arnold immediately made a second attempt. This time, first making sure he was in a good position, he gripped the shaft firmly, holding it even stiffer than before, and plunged himself forward again. This time the head went into her tight asshole.
"Ohhhhh," Mona groaned, still not feeling enough bad pain to break away. "Easy. Take it easy. Not too fast. Oohhhhh!"
Not understanding that Mona was helping, the youth again shoved himself forward, sending another two inches of cock into Mona's ass. This time her moan was even louder and she tensed her entire body.
"Oohhh," she cried out again. "Not too fast. It's starting to hurt. Easy. Take it easy, and move it back and forth a little until I get used to it."
Still misunderstanding the girl's efforts, but finding the prospect of fucking slowly in and out of her ass appealing, Arnold did so. Moving himself back and forth no more than the couple of inches he was in her, he soon had her lubricated sufficiently for him to continue. Mona didn't actually tell him to continue, she merely pushed herself back a little harder, letting another inch or so sink into her. This was continued over and over again, Arnold rocking back and forth and Mona tensing from time to time until all of Arnold's dick was in Mona's asshole.
It was almost a miraculous sensation when Mona realized that Arnold's entire cock was rammed up her backside. It burned somewhat, but even that unpleasantness was diminishing. Soon Mona found herself enjoying getting ass-fucked almost as much as getting it the regular way.
Arnold thought the whole thing very exciting, especially the extra tightness her bumhole possessed compared with her cunt. It was tight also, with an entirely different feel. For the time being he was content to pump in and out of Mona's asshole and listen to her groan.
"Reach under me" Mona mumbled suddenly. "Play with me, er, down there. You know."
Arnold didn't know, however, but assuming she meant for him to play with her cunt, he did so, ramming two fingers deep into her slit. At the same time his thumb accidentally caressed her clit, budded hard and ready now, and Mona jumped backwards driving his dick completely in her again.
"Oohhhh, that's it," she groaned again, pumping herself back and forth now onto an almost motionless Arnold, his cock still proudly jutting out in front of him like a battering ram. "Oohhh, you feel so good. No. There. Over there. No, up a bit. There. Oohhhhr!"
Mona guided Arnold's inexperienced fingers until they were on her clit again, and finally Arnold understood where it was that excited her. He didn't understand it, but every time he brushed himself over that part the girl would thrust herself backwards onto him with great force, crying out her pleasure at the same time.
"Ya like it?" he asked, eyes shining brightly.
"Yes, yes, yes," Mona gurgled back, feeling herself reaching the top again. Then she was spilling over and her climax quenched her thirsty desire again. Her cunt muscles jerking spasmodically again at Arnold's fingers this time, all the while feeling her rectum tightening at the same time, in a milking fashion, Mona let her come take control. Over and over again she cried out her delight, thrusting herself back onto an eager Arnold, begging him to come too. Only she begged him to come in her asshole, all the while surprising herself at the words she was using.
"Oohhh, do it to me b-back there. Do it t-to me. Y-you know. Let it come out in me!" Mona's words set Arnold on fire and soon he too felt his balls swelling greatly again, and he started shooting his come in her asshole. The first wad escaped in a torrent just as he drove the entire length of his dick back into her, and he twicked his thumb over her clit wildly.
Mona felt the first burning gush of his come in her asshole and although at first it felt uncomfortable, the attention he was giving her tingling clit soon made her start coming all over again herself. The racking spasms shook her from head to toe, and it was all she could do to keep ramming herself back onto Arnold's stake. More and more of his come gushed into her burning asshole, and when it was full the excess began slipping out and running down her legs again.
Arnold's cock, stained by a combination of his own come and Mona's tight asshole, pumped merrily away. Slamming himself against the impaled girl, he drove the head of his dick as fa
r into her as he would go, until the spasms jerking his balls about ceased and the last drop of his come shot out into her asshole. With a heavy sigh, he relaxed the iron-like grip he had on her hips and eased himself warily and weakly away.
"No, n-not yet," wailed Mona, almost through her third climax. "Play with me some more... down there."
Still moving his thumb around on her clit, Arnold gave the bud the full attention of his fingers, wet and slippery from the insides of Mona's pussy. The increased friction together with the tingling sensation of the smooth fluid being rubbed over it sent the girl into another wave of heaving convulsions, making her ram herself back again and again onto his fast softening cock. Still, Arnold found it exciting too, and his cock began to half respond when at last Mona finished and lay quiet. She made no protest and moaned slightly when he pulled his dick from her rear end.
Both had been so carried away that neither had noticed the busy Pete, snapping still more secret pictures of the two of them lustily thrashing about on the bed, Arnold's cock showing clearly and wetly on the film. Also his fingers thrust deeply into her slit made that organ spread wide apart and the glistening insides could clearly be seen.
The two parted and Mona slumped onto the bed again, this time too exhausted to raise herself even for another cock. Her eyes closed, breath coming hard, she relived each tantalizing moment, sometimes blushing in her remembrances. Thinking briefly that she had literally been forced to enjoy herself so much, Mona was temporarily angry with the two boys, then thinking of how much fun they had given her she forgave them completely. Then thinking fast, she opened her eyes wide and glanced at her watch. It was almost time for the Stevens' to make it home. Getting up hurriedly, she scurried about looking for her discarded clothing, putting it on as fast as she could.
When it came time to face the boys again, Mona felt a flush spread over her body and she mumbled out to them to quickly get into bed and left, not snapping off the light. At the door she was stopped for a moment by Arnold's voice.
"See you next week."
Her body flushing hotly, Mona was determined that she wouldn't let herself be caught in this trap again, no matter how much fun it had been. Besides, she thought, they had a hell of a nerve ordering her around like that.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Come in, Mona," Miss Barker, Mona's English teacher, said when she saw the girl standing at the entrance to the teacher's lounge. "It's all right. I'm the only one here."
Timidly Mona obeyed, curious, and a little worried as to why she had been summoned here after school. She had been racking her brain all day wondering what she had done. Nothing was the only answer she could come up with. Still, here she was.
"Yes, Miss Barker," the girl began slowly. "You wanted to see me after school?"
"That's right, dear," Miss Barker answered sweetly, patting the seat beside her. "Come. Sit here. I want to talk to you."
Feeling better, and finding no trace of anger or displeasure in her tone, Mona moved forward and seated herself where Miss Barker had indicated. Actually Mona had always liked Miss Barker better than any of her teachers. The woman just seemed to know how Mona felt, and never scolded her the few times she had failed to have her assignments in on time. But it had been a long time since Mona had failed to turn in her homework, and she couldn't understand what it might be Miss Barker wanted.
"Uh, what is it you wanted to see me about, Miss Barker?"' Mona asked timidly, feeling uncomfortable being in the teachers lounge.
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you, Mona. My, you have grown so much lately. I hardly recognize you. You've really filled out into quite a young maiden."
Somehow something in Miss Barker's voice disturbed Mona, although she couldn't exactly put her finger on it. Somehow the way she said it didn't come out the way another woman might compliment her. Especially an older woman.
"Why, th-thank you," she managed to stammer out, puzzled by the murky smile that touched the teacher's lips. "Was... was that what you wanted to see me about?" she questioned, her soprano voice rising a bit at the end.
"In a way. In a way," the teacher said, moving herself closer to Mona. The girl became aware of the dark, exotically sensuous smell of Miss Barker. Somehow Mona had never noticed her in this way. She found it exciting, and the tingling began between her legs. Feeling ashamed that she was feeling this way about another woman, Mona blushed darkly.
"Why, whatever is the matter," Miss Barker mimicked. "Are you blushing? Really? Surely my compliment didn't touch you that deeply, did it? I mean, certainly boys have been telling you what nice legs you have and how your budding little breasts poke out teasingly in front of you?" Again she moved closer, this time the arm she had lain across the back of the sofa touched Mona's shoulder. The contact made Mona jump as if an electric shock had touched her. At the same time she felt a hot flush of lustful need sweep over her and her flush increased outwardly. Seeing this, Miss Barker moved still closer, her voice becoming huskier as she moved.
"You've been told that before haven't you?" she pressed onward, determined to get Mona to answer.
"I... I guess so," Mona finally murmured.
"Doesn't it make you feel good when they say things like that? Doesn't it?"
"Y-yes," the girl replied, her voice barely audible. Now Miss Barker's hand was all the way round her shoulder and she was pulling Mona to her. "Pl-please. Wh-what are you do-doing?" she finally managed to gasp out.
"I saw you the other day in the girls' room," Miss Barker said in a sing-song voice. "I heard you too. I sneaked over and watched you through the crack in the door. You were so busy you didn't even notice me. Ummmm. You really enjoy coming, don't you?"
The combination of the direct question and accusation startled Mona. She could only stare at the woman as her hand moved over and cupped her breast. Mona hated herself for not being able to pull away. For liking what Miss Barker was doing to her. She tried to convince herself that she was allowing it only because of the implied threat to tell what she had seen otherwise. But deep down Mona knew she wouldn't carry out the threat because then Mona could retaliate in kind. No, Mona couldn't accept that she was actually enjoying the new experience, and let her eyes flutter shut.
Then she felt Miss Barker pulling her face to hers and felt the hot, moist lips of the teacher on hers. The kiss of tenderness lasted a long time and when it ended Mona was completely enveloped in the teachers arms.
"There, that's better, isn't it?" she heard the woman saying. She could only nod her head, the burning sensations almost begging for relief. "You are a lovely girl, Mona, and it is a shame that you should reach maturity without knowing the full gift a woman's love can give you. Why are you trembling, lamb? I'm not going to hurt you! I'm going to show you the most glorious delight you've ever known. Trust me. Just trust me."
Mona felt she could trust the woman, and again felt her breasts being manipulated, only somehow it was different than when the boys did it. Softer, more tender, the fingers barely moving the cloth of her blouse around. Still, her nipples were taut and aching, begging to be sucked.
"Come. Let us go. My apartment is only five minutes from here, and we can be alone. Come."
Mona didn't even remember the trip. Then Miss Barker was lying beside her on a huge, overstuffed mattress below a four-poster canopy reminiscent of sixteenth century royalty. Miss Barker's deft fingers and searing lips seemed to be everywhere over her; the fingers popping a button here, yanking a zipper there, the lips caressing and teasing her ears, lips and face. Then her blouse was gone, and the next instant Mona was completely nude. Miss Barker's lips sought out and soon found her ready, eager nipples. Her tongue tantalizing Mona's nipples until the girl heard herself begging for release; they then quickly moved on down to the flat plateau of her firm stomach. The tongue still dancing its magic dance, touching here, licking there, slowly her head descended until her tongue was flicking at the thick brush of her pubic hairs.
"Oh,
oouuuuu, oh," Mona began to gasp, involuntarily spreading her legs. "It f-feels so g-good," she heard herself groan, blushed instantly, then threw caution to the winds. She was enjoying it, and she couldn't control her desire to say so. "Do it more. Oh, please, do it more."
Making a heart-shaped arc around Mona's pussy hairs, the woman continued to work Mona into a frenzy. Her hips thrashing about wildly on the satin spread, arms flailing, she gasped out her pleas repeatedly.
"Oh, please, please, do it. K-lass me d-down there. Please, oh please, Miss Barker!"
Still the older woman refused her satisfaction, seeming to know best what to do. Her stabbing tongue touched everywhere around Mona's slit, but never quite on it. The longer she delayed, the greater Mona's passion quotient rose. At last, unable to stand it any longer, Mona boldly reached out and tried to thrust the woman's face into her cunt Deftly Miss Barker moved aside, pulling her face away. At the same time she noted with satisfaction that Mona's clit was protruding provocatively, throbbing with desire, its pink, rounded head changing colors vaguely in its need.
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