"Not so fast, my love," the woman shushed. "Let me get undressed first. Then well have our love feast."
The sound of the woman's husky voice excited Mona as she had never been excited before. Through clouded lids, Mona watched from the bed as Miss Barker quickly stripped, then stood naked before her, body bronzed by the sun, lithe, sleek and trim. Suddenly Mona was possessed of the need to taste that body with her own lips and held out her arms to her.
Smiling mysteriously, Miss Barker moved into Mona's arms easily, again pasting her lips on the younger girl's. This time her tongue stabbed into Mona's mouth and darted about eagerly. At the same time her hands sought out her clit, and flicking her sharp nail back and forth over it, Miss Barker soon had Mona deep in the throes of her first climax. Stiffening hard, Mona kissed back as hard as she dared, all the while gyrating her hips about, begging Miss Barker to shove one of her fingers in her cunt. Still the only satisfaction she received was a temporary relief. Her main dam remained unbroken.
As Mona's body began to relax, her churning, jerking movements easing somewhat, Miss Barker allowed her lips to come away from Mona's. Without hesitation then, she moved downward, again sucking one of Mona's budding nipples into her mouth. Her own mouth free now, Mona kissed the woman softly on the back of her neck, her own fingers seeking out the large, jutting breasts she had seen briefly earlier.
Finding them, Mona was astounded at how soft the skin felt, yet the flesh underneath was firm and sure.
Squeezing them softly, she wondered if that was how her breasts felt in a boy's hand? The sensation was surprising to her and she couldn't seem to get enough of it.
Moving herself still lower, the woman let her tongue trail again over the soft valley of Mona's stomach, darting quickly on this time to the edge of her bushy pubic hairs. At the same time she turned her body round, so that her lower extremities were in line with Mona's face. Without coaxing, Mona immediately began passionately kissing the woman's stomach, legs and thighs. Her tongue tasting everything, she soon had the older woman sighing and moaning almost as much as she was. This time Mona wasn't denied.
Reaching down with both hands quickly, the woman spread the lips of Mona's pussy and gently blew a slow stream of air into it through her pursed lips. The sensation almost drove Mona insane and she surged her hips and pelvis upward jerkily. Directing the stream onto Mona's clit, and waiting until the girl had sought out her tormentor s corresponding organ, the woman quickly dipped her head and applied the tip of her tongue to the struggling girl's clit.
Mona exploded again on touch, writhing about on the bed in a frenzy of ecstatic, shattering spasms. In desperation, she too dipped her head forward and sucked in the huge-appearing clit the older woman presented. Gulping it between her eager young lips, Mona sucked hard, letting her tongue tease in the same manner Miss Barker was using. The teacher jerked hard, moaned, then increased her own efforts even more, soon sending the willing Mona over the crest of still another vibrating climax.
Now both were locked together, sampling and tasting of each others cunts with abandon. Mona spread her legs as far as possible, eager not to miss any of the exhilarating experience. Miss Barker likewise had her long, lovely legs parted, and was thrusting herself up to the willing but inexperienced mouth of her newest conquest. Together, the two accomplished repeated spiraling, shattering finishes that left their bodies damp and exhausted. After nearly an hour of this exquisite torture, Mona could stand no more.
Pulling her almost rubbed raw lips, covered with the wet slickness of Miss Barkers lubricating juices and her own saliva, away from her instructor, she gasped out, "Oohhh, please. No more. I... I cant take any more. Oouuuu!"
By that time the eldest had become exhausted also, happy but spent. Reluctantly she gave Mona's sweet young cunt a few last, lingering licks, letting her tongue settle delicately on the still protruding and quivering clit. Quickly running the pointed tip of her tongue over the rim and outer lips of her pussy, she raised her head and gazed happily at her pupil. During their heated lovemaking, dusk had come and gone, and the room was lit only by the eerie murkiness of twilight. Since their eyes were accustomed to the dimness, however, they had no trouble seeing, and easily recognized and returned each others tired smile.
"Well," Miss Barker began uncertainly, still not fully recovering her usual calm exterior. "It seems I was right after all. You are a kindred spirit. Tell me, love, how did you like it?"
Mona didn't answer immediately, thinking of exactly what she should say. Although it had indeed been pleasant and Mona would have been sad had she missed it, still it wasn't the total thing she sought. The licking and sucking she had done, and had done to her, was something that excited and stimulated her, but somehow deep down she felt unfulfilled. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but it was there. Looking at Miss Barker solemnly, she tried to mouth her thoughts, but the older, more experienced woman perceived her meaning solely from her expression. Reaching up and fondling the girl's breast as a soother, she began speaking, her tones soft and reassuring.
"I know, little one, I know," she intoned, increasing the reverent pressure she applied to Mona's still-swollen nipples. "I have felt the same way. There just seems to be something missing; yet, it is still undeniably, exquisitely sweet having another woman caress you. Is that right?"
Aroused anew by Miss Barker's deft fingers, and with her still-trembling clit unattended, Mona found her throat constricted. Nodding her head in agreement and at the same time reaching out and capturing one of her teacher's large, pendulous breasts, Mona gave her full attention to the speaker.
"Still, there just seems to be something missing. Something you feel you need, yet can't quite name. Am I right?" Again Mona nodded her pretty head, surprised that the older woman could so accurately chart her thoughts. Her attention became even greater.
"Alas," she sighed, pinching the young girl's nipple a little harder, getting a low moan in response. "As good as another woman is for you, somehow we women simply craved the feeling of having a big, juicy cock rammed into our cunts. Isn't that what you feel missing?"
The bluntness of the woman s statement, together with the excitement of mental images of Pete, Arnold and Tony caused Mona's breath to catch, and she looked intently at Miss Barker in the failing light. But she could see nothing sinister in her question, and finally surmised that it was sincere. Only then did she allow herself to actually think about it. All the while Miss Barker's attentions to her body increased and soon Mona was as worked up as she had been earlier.
It was true, she thought. The feeling of having a cock rammed into her cunt was something she did like, and although she had enjoyed the Lesbian lovemaking very much, it left her vaguely in need. Closing her eyes, she let her imagination drift, and she was again on the bed in Arnold's bedroom, and Pete was ramming his cock into her cunt dog-fashion. Immediately she felt herself tremble; then the flow began between her legs. Miss Barker perceived it also, moving closer and beginning to become more and more attentive.
"I know, my love, my sweet love, because I've had the same feeling. I've known the shame and humiliation having to depend upon, and cow-tow, to a man. They are beasts. All of them. They use you, then discard you without a second thought Never does it enter their selfish little brains that we might have needs and wants too. No. They are too busy getting their rocks off in our cunts, and usually leaving us unsatisfied in the process. But we know how to cure that, don't we? We do know what we need. Right?"
Mona couldn't answer, not knowing what the woman had in mind, and only followed her with her eyes when she leapt gracefully from the bed and went to one of the expensively crafted bureaus that decorated the room. Miss Barker kept up a running prattle as she groped in one of the chest drawers, apparently finding what she was looking for and taking it out. But it was hidden from view by her body, and Mona raised up on one elbow in curiosity to find out what it was.
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"Oh, oh, oh," she murmured slowly, eyes wide, staring at the erect prick.
"As I was saying," Miss Barker continued, "We know what we need to satisfy us, don't we? A big, long, hard dick! Right?" All the time her voice was getting lower and huskier and for the life of her Mona thought it sounded like a man.
Then Miss Barker was advancing on her, the huge prick swaying as she moved. The dildo firmly strapped in place, she chuckled as she moved. "But we also know that only a woman knows how to give it to another woman, too, don t we?"
Mona felt like cringing but was surprisingly pulled to the big false dick, and the wonder of what it would feel like and how Miss Barker would fuck her with it was too strong to resist. She found herself spreading her legs, gaze still fixed on the huge rubber cock. Moving further back on the bed, she lifted herself and began rotating her hips in the direction of her teacher, sensuously begging her to come into her emit with the big, hard dick.
Holding out her arms, Mona steadied Miss Barker as the other prepared to mount her. Holding onto her shoulder and forearm, Mona steadied her so one hand was free to guide the head of this dick between the lips of her pussy. Once contact had been made, Miss Barker supported herself completely on her hands, gazing down at the girl with lusty pride.
"Are you ready for me to ram it in?" she said hoarsely.
Mona could only nod her girlish head, swallowing hard at the same time.
Slowly Miss Barker began pushing forward and Mona felt the big head enter her cunt. The size of it teased her and as Miss Barker pushed into her further and her cunt was stretched still more by the piercing head, she found it terribly erotic. All the while the width of it was grating against her painful clit, exciting it more and more.
"Feel good? Humm?" Miss Barker mused. "Like how I'm putting it in you?"
Mona nodded her head to both questions, lifting herself a little higher so that it was more comfortable for her to accept the false dick. Still her teacher was thrusting it into her cunt, until at least five inches of it had disappeared from sight. Then she slowly pulled it out, letting the moisture-covered prick thoroughly coat Mona's clit, making it that much easier to arouse and excite her. Then she shoved the entire length back into Mona's cunt, again going slowly, until she had reached the same depth. Three more times she repeated this, moving a little faster each time.
After the third thrust, she paused a moment, gazing down at Mona with lust-filled eyes. "How does it feel, love, good? You still like the way I'm giving it to you?"
"Oh... ugh... ohhh," Mona gasped out, lifting her well-rounded little ass still higher. "Y-yes. Yes, I like it. Oohhhh, it's so b-big. D-don't hurt... oh, oh... me with it!"
"I won't hurt you, lovely," Miss Barker assured her. "Only those callous men like to hurt girls with their cocks. They like to ram it in them real hard and deep and listen to them moan. I know, honey. I've had bastards do that to me before, too. But with a woman it's different. She knows just what you want, and how to give it to you. You'll love it this way."
Again the woman began shoving the huge, false dick into Mona's cunt, and again the girl started moaning. It still didn't hurt, and now she was sure she wouldn't be hurt so she could relax. More and more of hard dick entered her cunt and the big head was almost nudging close to the bottom now. Miss Barker paused again, pulling several inches out, then slowly shoving them back in again, making sure that the clit got as much friction as possible. On the fifth insertion, Mona started coming again.
The wild heaves shook through her relentlessly. Her insides contracted swiftly, then relaxed only to be jerked quickly back tight again. The inside of her pussy seemed almost burning, every nerve ending was so alive to the slightest touch. The huge dick inside her cunt continued riding in and out of her pussy all the while she was coming, increasing the pleasure and ecstasy of the moment. The more Mona came, the more she wanted to come. In spite of her fear of being hurt, she boldly began thrusting her pelvis up at the cock, shoving still another inch of it into herself. It was now almost completely on the bottom and Mona twisted about in agony. It was all she could do to control the urge to cry out, and she dug her nails into the others arm, attempting to stave off the shrill cry.
Seeing how completely absorbed Mona was, the teacher began pumping back and forth all that much harder and faster, driving the cock as far into Mona as she could stand. When Mona would stiffen too much, Miss Barker would ease up, waiting until she was again lost in the throes of passion before sending the long hard imitation dick deeply into her.
Over and over again Miss Barker drove the dick into Mona and the girl kept coming. The harder and faster the dick slid in and out, the more Mona thrashed about, her legs sometimes held high in the air, other times feet flat on the bed, hips thrust forward. Mona was certain she was going to pass out from the wonderful sensations that went through her. It was almost more than she could ever hope for. Although it only lasted about fifteen minutes, to Mona it seemed like hours. All the while Miss Barkers urging voice rang in her ears, calling to her to come more and more.
"'You like it, don't you?" Miss Barker called out harshly driving the dick into Mona. "Tell me you like it. Tell your lover how good it feels. Come on, admit it! Tell me. Cornel Come! Come!"
Frantically Mona nodded her head, agreeing to everything the woman said, afraid to trust her voice. She was afraid if the first sound came out she wouldn't be able to stop the rest from just pouring forth too. Already her moans were so loud they sounded like shouts.
"Can you feel the head of it?" Miss Barker continued to question. "Can you? Does it feel big? Do you like it? Tell me. Tell me how it feels. Tell me. Tell me while you come and come and come."
At last Mona could stand no more, and began thrusting Miss Barker away from her, at the same time desperately shaking her head negatively. Still she feared to speak, lest the torrent of pent-up cries burst through in a loud scream. Gradually, although reluctantly, Miss Barker began to ease up and finally lay still over the sobbing girl, the cock just barely moving, barely stimulating Mona.
"Well, it looks as if you've had enough for a while, eh? Good. I must say I was getting a little tired myself. Good," she repeated again, and began withdrawing the come-covered rubber imitation. When the head popped out there was a slurping sound, and Mona exhaled a deep sigh of relief.
"Oohhhh," she moaned softly, turning on her side, letting her knees fold up under her. Although she wasn't hurt, not really, somehow that seemed the best position. The most comfortable. Miss Barker sat down beside her and began stroking the heaving girl's hair with one hand, hip with the other.
"That's it. Just take it easy. Everything will be all right in a moment or two. You enjoyed it, huh? I thought you would. I could tell from the way you were working yourself over that day at the school. I'm glad. I needed someone like you. I'll confess that I found it highly satisfactory myself. There, there. You just relax, and I'll fix us a cup of tea. Everything will be fine, just wait and see."
With that Miss Barker got up and walked quickly to the bureau where she unstrapped the still-jutting, flopping cock and put it away, then disappeared through a nearby door. Mona glanced briefly after her, then lost herself in her own thoughts.
It was true she had enjoyed the encounter, but not in the way Miss Barker thought. While Mona had enjoyed having the cock shoved in her, it wasn't a real one, and left her still not quite fulfilled. She could put her finger on it this time, however. There wasn't any come dribbling out her cunt and running down her thighs the way a real cock did it. That was what was missing. Mona needed a real man to take care of her pussy. Miss Barker and the false dick just wouldn't do. Mona knew that she would not likely come back after she left tonight, and not only because the dick wasn't real. Mona had thoroughly enjoyed herself and was glad she'd come. But nonetheless, in the beginning it hadn't been her choice. She had more or less been forced, or at least threatened that force could be used.
CHAPTER SIX
Mona was surprised when Pete's father called and asked her to baby-sit. He explained that Mr. Stevens' had recommended her, and he would pay her well. At first Mona hesitated, then realized that sooner or later she would run into Pete again anyway. After all, she couldn't just stop sitting for the Stevens' for no reason at all. So Mona accepted his offer and the next night showed up at their split-level home.
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