Then Arnold's dick angrily thudded completely in and he humped up and down on her even faster.
Mona could feel the head striking the bottom each time, and the friction of his shaft against her swollen clit was fast hurling her toward another climax.
"Oh, oh, oh," she wailed, clutching at Arnold as hard as she could. "Gi-give it to m-me, oh, oh, oh!"
"You like it baby? Huh?" Arnold gasped back, his labored breathing hoarse. "You like getting it put to you?"
Mona answered by wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, pumping up at him each time he rammed himself down in her wet pussy. She could feel her lubricating juices flowing freely now, and knew it wouldn't be long before she would come. She could feel Arnold's heavy balls bouncing against the cheeks of her ass, and tried to reach between them so she could squeeze or hold them. But Arnold's frantic movements prevented her, and just then she felt the first wave of her come spurting through her.
"Oh. I-I'm c-com..." Mona gasped, then died out in a soundless yell of ecstasy, her mouth wide and eyes clinched tightly shut.
Arnold pumped and rammed at her even harder. He could feel the girl's pussy clamping down tightly on his dick, milking and squeezing it. He knew too that it wouldn't take long before he would come too. But that didn't matter. He had plenty of plans for Mona and himself. Ever since he had learned about sex from the fourteen-year-old girl who lived next door to his uncle's farm, Arnold had found he couldn't get enough of it.
Now Arnold could feel the girl clawing at his back and he drove himself into her all that much harder. He could feel the semen in his own balls building rapidly, and urgently wanting to feel that searing delight when his come rushed out of his cock, increased his efforts still more.
Mona kept coming, glad that she was really getting it put to her in royal manner. She realized suddenly that Arnold, although younger, was better at it than Tony had been. Then she could feel his already thick cock swelling still more in her. It seemed she remembered Tony's cock something like that just before he had shot that stuff of his in her. Remembering how good it had felt when Tony had come in her, she redoubled her efforts also.
Tony had turned her onto something real good, Mona thought as she heard Arnold gasping and felt him ramming into her still harder. Then Mona felt him lunge at her move viciously than before and suddenly the hot cream was gushing out of the end of his dick and into her slippery pussy. Still more and more of the hot come shot out into her and Arnold was groaning and punching at her wildly.
"Oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh!" he gasped, punctuating each sound with a hard thrust into Mona's cunt. Mona too was coming again and she hung to him fiercely, humping her cunt up at him with relish, feeling his dick slamming deeply into her. Then she felt Arnold suddenly go limp, just as Tony had done, and he lay on top of her breathing heavily. For Mona's part, she could have gone some more, but she remembered the other girls saying that once a boy had shot his load he was through. Mona almost found herself disappointed.
CHAPTER THREE
Mona and Arnold had managed to go at it once more that night, this time letting Mona come almost three times. By the time they had finished, Arnold shuffled off weakly to bed, bidding her a disinterested good night from the stairs. Mona had spent nearly half an hour cleaning up afterwards, and by the time Arnold s parents had come home, had begun to feel sore.
This time Mona didn't feel any embarrassment at facing people, although she thought at first the Stevens' had looked rather peculiarly at her. But Mrs. Stevens had paid her, and Mr. Stevens had driven her home, saying nothing on the drive, only yawning from time to time. Two days later they called her again and she agreed to sit with Arnold.
At school Tony had more or less snubbed Mona, still smarting from the snubbing he thought she had given him. At last they had gotten to talk and Mona managed to convince him that she wasn't high hatting him after all. They made an appointment to meet in the basement, and shortly Tony was pumping his dick in and out of her lustily. Mona wrapped herself around him willingly this time, answering every downward thrust he made as eagerly with an upward pumping motion of her own. Tony came once and was so excited by the eager hot thing under him that he just kept right on pumping his cock in and out of the willing girl.
"Oh, Tony," Mona managed to gasp once just after her third come. "It's so-so good."
Tony rammed and shoved into her faster and harder, forcing her legs higher and higher, ramming his cock in as deep as it would go. It didn't take much longer before he too felt his come building again, and shouting that he was about to come in her, flopped face down on top of her and felt his hot semen gush gyserlike into Mona's hot, wet pussy. The girl cried out, dug her fingernails deeply into him, and whimpered for him to do it still harder.
This time they left separately, Mona going forth first, followed five minutes later by Tony. They had promised they would get together again the following week, this being Friday afternoon. Tony had tried to date her that weekend, but Mona had already promised to baby-sit. As they lay stroking each other afterwards, Tony had said, "Gee, isn't there anyway you can get away? I mean, like the whole gang's going to be there. It would be a real gas."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Tony, but I've already promised," Mona replied, honestly feeling sorrow. But then as she thought about what had occurred with Arnold the last time, Mona wasn't too certain her sorrow went that deep.
That night Mona dressed carefully, spraying a little perfume on herself. Feeling almost awful, she yielded to her desires only after scolding herself for her wickedness. Still, her cunt felt hot and moist, and the idea of getting another good fucking appealed to her.
Arnold was no where in sight when Mona arrived, and Mrs. Stevens informed her he was in his room with a friend. Making certain Mona didn't object to the extra charge, Mrs. Stevens left the number where they could be reached, and left. Mona stood tingling in disappointment in the foyer, uncertain what she should do next. Shrugging, she headed for the living room and snapped on the television.
After a few moments, she heard a noise behind her and turned. There was Arnold, his perpetual grin fixed in place. Beside him stood another boy, appearing to be somewhat older than her regular charge. Mona realized he was rather good-looking and switched her gaze back to Arnold. The look she saw clearly told her Arnold had informed his friend of their last encounter together and invited him along. The humiliation was too much, and she glared at Arnold with seething anger.
"What are you doing down here," Mona snapped, pretending to ignore the other husky youth.
"Screw it, Mona," Arnold cackled back, swinging an arm in the direction of his friend. "Pete here is hep to the whole gig. Dig it?"
Flushing hotly, almost having to fight back her welling tears, Mona nervously rubbed her hands. "I don't know what you're talking about," she countered, gaze drifting downward. Gaining self-control, she forced her eyes upward and continued, "Now, you and your little friend go back to your room. Your mother said you were to stay there."
Mona saw Pete glance at Arnold apprehensively, unsure if his friend had been bragging or not. One look at Arnold's calm, composed face convinced him otherwise, however, and he too looked at Mona with self-assured derision. Mona ducked her line of sight again, knowing she had lost.
"Can it, will ya?" sneered back Arnold. "Do we have to go through that whole bit with the folks again? Huh?"
Mona, petrified, said nothing, only twisting her hands still more. The thought of being subjected to the indignity of having herself used by a complete stranger on Arnold's say so was just too much for her. She wished now she hadn't come, but at the same time that strange tingling sensation started up in her cunt again. After all, the boy named Pete was rather sexy looking, his long black hair curling up around his forehead and ears, patrician features evidencing good birth. Mona found herself wondering what his cock looked like when it was hard. Therefore, she didn't struggle all that hard when Arnold came to her and pulled her to her feet.
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br /> "Come on, we better not do it down here again. Might wake the others. We'll go to my room. The phone's just out in the hall, and we don't have to worry about the folks dropping in unexpected. They trust you." Arnold said the last with a definite note of sarcasm, increasing slightly the pressure on her arm.
Mona resisted very little, allowing herself to be guided onward.
"Hey, she is a good-looking chick," Pete said at last, the first words he had spoken. Having walked up on Mona's free side, he took hold of her arm also, his fingers definitely caressing her flesh in a sensual urgency. "Soft. Nice. Hey, Arnold, you're a really great freak, man. I'm out of sight with this chick."
Mona blushed even more deeply, feeling her knees almost go weak as they numbly mounted the first step up to the second floor. As they ascended, Pete reached out and brazenly cupped one of her budding breasts, squeezing it grinningly. Finding the nipple, he began rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. "Hey, this chick's ready too. Man, her nipple's hard as hell. Here. Feel."
Without comment, Arnold reached out and cupped Mona's other breast, never stopping their upward climb. With both her nipples being teased into instant desire, Mona felt her pussy getting wet and almost warm. The movement of her legs as she lifted them one after the other made the lips of her cunt rub together with tantalizing sensation. By the time they had reached the top of the climb, Mona could no longer control herself and reached down to grasp the familiar form of Arnold's dick jutting boldly from his pajamas. Pete, also, had a large protrusion in the front of his pajamas. Even from a quick glance, Mona could see it was larger than Arnold's. Her breath quickened, and she needed no encouragement whatsoever to quicken her step toward Arnold's room.
"Arnold," she said, attempting to be stern after he had closed the door, "I don't like this. Now you promised you wouldn't say anything about this to anyone."
"Oh, don't worry about Pete. He's my best friend. He won't say nothing to nobody, right, Pete?"
"Right," his friend chimed in, moving closer to Mona, his cock jutting out hard and ready. Mona gulped, felt her insides becoming mushy again, then allowed herself to be pushed back onto Arnold's bed.
Pete was beside her almost immediately, his hand snaking up under her dress. At first Mona was prone to stop him, but once his fingertips reached the moist wetness of her crotch she could only groan and involuntarily spread her legs still further apart. Arnold lay down beside her on the other side, his hands seeking out her maiden breasts, again teasing and taunting the nipples into rubbery prongs.
The older boy's lips sought out Mona's and his tongue stabbed into her mouth. Arnold hadn't been adept at this, although Tony had. Mona gladly returned the kiss, feeling the passion surge through her cunt. Pete had worked his fingers around the confines of her leg bands and was scraping the edges of her pussy lips, smearing the damp lubricating oil still more over her groin. Groaning loudly, Mona spread herself still wider, and felt Pete's finger slip deeply into her slit. She arched her back slightly as she felt it jabbing into her, and then Pete began a slow, in and out masturbation movement. He took care to rub sensuously over her clit each time also, and it wasn't long before Mona felt herself on the verge of coming. Arnold meanwhile, already had unbuttoned her blouse and was sucking happily away at one of her breasts, pulling as much of the firm, hard mound into his mouth as he could accommodate. Once or twice he made Mona groan with a mixture of pain and passion.
Faster and faster Pete's fingerfucked into Mona, and the girl began wiggling about on the bed. In desperation she groped for the boys' cocks, grasping Pete's firm round meat first. The boy began a slow, steady humping motion into her hand, and Mona was suddenly seized with the desire to jack him off. She couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have him come in her hand. Over and over the huge head of his dick slid through the fist of her hand, the knobby thing grating smoothly against her palm. The boy had begun to moan too, and forced the edges of her panties further away from her groin.
Arnold was sucking harder too, Mona's hot hand caressing his rigid pole luxuriously. At last Mona realized that since Arnold had already rammed his dick into her once before, it had been decided that Pete would get first crack at her this time. Or at least that was what she thought, since Pete was slowly moving himself over her, shoving her dressy skirt higher on her hips, ramming his finger deeper and faster into her wet slippery cunt.
"Oh, oh, that f-feels good," Mona managed to gasp out just as she started to come. Sensing the girls enjoyment, Pete increased the speed he fingered her pussy, jamming his finger as deeply into her as he could. "Yes, yes, yes," Mona gasped, thrusting her hips upward, screwing up her face in pain as Arnold began nibbling on her nipples, already sore, with the sharp edges of his teeth. "Harder. Harder," she groaned out, thrashing about wildly now. Both boys obliged her as best they could, Pete all the while getting himself positioned over her.
"Hey," Arnold called out, seeing what Pete was doing, "Why don't you let her lick your dick? Come on. It'll be great. I wanna watch."
At first such a thought repulsed Mona. The idea of Arnold actually watching what went on between her and Pete was bad enough, but his being a voyeur to her sucking Pete's dick was just too much.
"No!" she exclaimed heatedly, pulling her mouth away from Pete's. "I won't do it. It's not fair."
Both boys ignored Mona. Pete grinned, his breath coming hard, his hand moving faster and faster under her dress. Mona fought as furiously as her half-hearted negative reply would allow her, then was caught up in the excitement of what was going to happen. The idea of actually performing did excite her. She wondered, too, what Pete's dick would taste like. It wasn't long before she was looking down the long barrel of his cock, just barely visible over the knobby head poised just at her bee stung lips.
"It's not fair," Mona heard herself murmur softly again, surprised at the lack of conviction in her voice. Then she felt the head of Pete's dick being shoved against her lips and she involuntarily parted them slightly so he could gain entrance.
The head paused briefly when it encountered her teeth, but again Mona acquiesced and her jaws parted still more. Her tongue experimentally touched the ball-like thing pushing its way into her mouth and Mona found it slightly salty to her taste. Pete moved forward again, sending two inches more of his dick into her mouth, pushing aside her tongue with the eager head on its journey. Deprived of its plaything, the tongue sought out the bulky shaft, flicking back and forth over the underside. Pete began to moan.
Mona, lost in her exciting experience, momentarily forgot about Arnold, and enjoyed what she was doing. More relaxed now that the actual deed had been done, she reached up and grasped Pete's cock shaft, squeezing it gently, at the same time preventing him from shoving any more of it in her mouth. She was full. As if on signal, Pete pulled back, letting Mona lick and suck at his dick as he did so until the back edge of his cockhead was just touching her teeth; then he slowly shoved the reamer back into her mouth.
"Oh, wow!" Pete exclaimed, putting both hands on Mona's head. "Man, you read the book. Oohhhh, that feels good."
Mona heard his voice as if from afar, still concentrating on the hard, pulsating dick in her mouth. With her tongue doing the exploring, she checked out the single hole at the head, letting the tip of her tongue dip into this depression, and on hearing Pete's groan of approval, repeated it several times. Then she teased around the supersensitive foreskin until Pete was pumping away at her mouth in ecstasy, begging her to do it faster.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, like that," Pete groaned out, his head tilted almost completely back. "Suck it, baby, suck it."
Mona obliged, at the same time jerking the shaft of his cock in cadence to the rhythm Pete had established. Curious, Mona let her free hand search out his swinging balls, held them in the palm of her hand momentarily and marveled at their heftiness. The way Pete was shoving his cock in and out of her mouth hard and with determination, Mona was certain he was ready to come. She r
emembered briefly being afraid to taste the sticky stuff when she had looked at it in the girls' room at school.
"Give it to her in the mouth, Pete, give it to her good, man," Mona heard Arnold saying, and felt embarrassed. But just then Pete reached down, and grasping her by her tits and using them like handles, began to pump into her mouth furiously. The added stimulation of his strong hands on her breasts excited Mona enough that she blocked out Arnold's presence deliberately and let herself enjoy what was happening.
"Oh, baby, I... I... I'm go-gonna c-come!" Pete squeaked out hoarsely, then jabbed his dick as hard as he could into Mona's hot mouth. Still holding his balls, Mona felt them bunch up securely, convulse in the palm of her hand, then begin jerking spasmodically. At the same time her other hand, still wrapped around the puffy shaft, felt his come spurting through his tube heading for her mouth.
Bracing herself for a moment, and instantaneously being seized with a desire to shove his soon to be erupting cock out of her mouth, Mona heard herself moan. The sound was a mixture of fear, uncertainty and trembling excitement. Then the first wad of his come jetting out the end of his cockhead solved her dilemma.
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