Caught up in the sensations coursing through her, Mona began raising and lowering herself on and off Donaldson's dick faster and faster. Gradually more and more dick slipped into her, until finally, her head tilted back, face toward the ceiling, and riding up and down as fast as she could, Mona felt the man's entire cock sink into her. Feeling his stiff, prickly pubic hairs rubbing against her pussy lips, the girl looked down and confirmed her feeling. It was all the way in.
Although not as big as the dildo Miss Barker had used on her cunt, still it felt bigger. Also, the woman had been gentle and caressing while Donaldson was demanding and urgent. It wasn't long before the combination had Mona coming again. On the first wave, Mona's cunt vibrated furiously, clutching and squeezing at Donaldson's cock. By leaning herself forward a little, Mona found she could increase the stimulation on her clit even more. Riding up and down rapidly now, lost in the beauty of her own climax, Mona did just that, grating the top edge of Donaldson's cock repeatedly over her swollen painful clit. Her emotions soared higher and higher and she cried out unknowingly.
"Ohhhhh, I... I'm doing it again... aughhhhh!" the girl cried, plunging herself down onto his dick as hard as she could. When the head buried itself into the very bottom of her slit, the pain shot through her body, but was almost unfelt by the raging torrents of her own fluids that were bursting from within. Shortly, twisting and turning, Mona summoned enough strength to raise herself. Immediately Donaldson, putting both hands on her trim hips, pulled her back down.
"Easy, baby," he croaked. "Just take it easy. Let it rest in you for awhile."
"Oohhhh, but it hurts a l-little," Mona whined back, again trying to raise herself. Again Donaldson stopped her, yanking her back down onto his dick harder this time. Mona's loud groan evidenced her hurt.
"Just kinda let it get used to you," Donaldson urged again, moving his hips around slowly, taking care that he didn't hurt her any more. At the first sign of grimace, he would stop or change positions. Gradually, Mona stopped struggling and allowed Donaldson's steadily rising and falling hips to drive his dick in and out of her full pussy. Her climax, erupting in uncontrolled spurts, still ebbed and flowed through her, and occasionally Mona would toss back her head, sighing contentedly into the air.
"There. That's better, huh?" Donaldson queried, becoming bolder with his stoking strokes. Had not Mona begun fighting him, the friction of her tight little pussy on the head of his cock, still buried deep inside her, would have made him come within a short while. Now, however, distracted, he was more interested in what it would take to calm the girl down than in getting quick gratification. After all, he rationalized, the more mileage he could get out of her the better it would be for him.
"Uuummmmmm," Mona sighed lengthily.
"Feeling better?" Donaldson pressed.
"Uh-huh," Mona finally purred, putting both palms flat .on his chest and lifting herself an inch or two, then settling slowly back down. "It is, ah, feeling better."
Reassured, Donaldson increased the upward power of his pumping, and when Mona still failed to complain, began pulling her down onto him harder again, at the same time urging her to lift herself higher each time. Mona did as he asked and was soon riding up and down almost the entire length of his massive cock. Looking down, Mona's eyes became wide with surprise as she saw the enormous prick glisten brightly as she raised herself from it. Her clit, still fluctuating wildly felt the stimulus of the back edge of his dick and deliberately she lifted herself higher. The head of his dick cleared the lips of her pussy and only the pointed end remained hidden. The effect on her clit was exhilarating, and Mona was seized for a moment with a feeling of dizziness.
Shoving himself upward at the same time Mona began to descend on his cock, Donaldson pulled her back down onto his meat, driving the entire length into her pussy again. Mona threw back her head, cried out, then began quivering all over. At the same time she began pumping up and down furiously, calling out that she was coming again.
"Aughhhhh, do it to me... oh, ah... faster!" she pleaded, her eyes clinched shut again.
Donaldson tried to do as she asked. Driving himself upward as hard as he could, he immediately helped lift her a good four inches from him, then simply let her fall back onto his spike by virtue of her own weight. Again Mona moaned deeply, and the clutching muscles of her pussy grabbed at his dick without pause. Donaldson knew that much more and he would start coming. This time he didn't intend to be cheated, and jammed and rammed his wet, stiff cock into Mona's tight little pussy as hard and fast as he could. The springs of the sofa, unaccustomed to such activity, grated out their protest rhythmically. Both ignored the sounds, thrashing and bouncing about all that much more. Mona was still coming.
Soon Donaldson felt his sacs filling and he gripped Mona's hips all that much harder. Her cunt was still milking at his dick with frenzy, and she was digging her sharp nails into his chest frantically. Each time she drove the full length into herself, she would utter a strangled cry, attempt to feebly lift herself from impalement, shudder, then hold still for a moment. It was then that Donaldson would push his own hips downward into the cushions, letting a couple of inches come out, lift Mona as if helping her, then suddenly let her go and ram himself forcefully up into her. Over and over they repeated the process until he yelled out that he was going to come in her. Remembering how he had filled her mouth with come, Mona was certain her poor pussy would soon be full too, and was glad now he was on the bottom. The thick, sticky stuff would trickle out onto him for a change.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come in your cunt!" Donaldson exclaimed, suddenly locking himself to her. Immediately Mona felt the first gush of hot come cascading out into her burning cunt, to mingle with her own lubricating and climactic happenings. As she had expected, the first rush of thick come was followed by another, then another, and still another.
Each time Donaldson would shoot his come into her, he would jump, jerking himself upward sharply at the hips, then hold himself still momentarily while his whole frame would shudder, then shove her upward. Mona, coming again herself, and crying out loudly, bounced up and down as hard as she could, finding herself loving the feeling of being completely full between her legs. She was even surprised that it didn't hurt more than it did. She had expected much more, and was glad that Donaldson had insisted she get on top. The entire episode was deliciously thrilling to the pretty girl.
When they both had finished, they rested for a moment, then smiling, Donaldson quickly jumped up and fixed them fresh drinks. Shortly, after still another refreshment, Donaldson began talking to her about dog-fashion. Mona soon found herself draped over a large, comfortable chair in the living room with Donaldson shoving his cock into her cunt from behind. This time she felt even fuller, and remembering how good it had felt when she'd come while being fucked this way before, Mona found herself exploding merely from the thought of it.
Slamming herself back onto his huge, hard cock time and again, twisting her head around, begging him to drive it in her as hard as he could, the girl whimpered out the news that she was coming... three times. When Donaldson finally exploded his semen in her again, the come running down the insides of her thighs, a full twenty minutes had passed, and the girl lay on the chair totally exhausted. She couldn't summon the strength to move. Absently, his cock still semihard, he kept pushing it slowly in and out of her until he once more succeeded in sending her over the heights and she clawed at the exquisite fabric of the chair in desperation, even burying her face in the pillow in an effort to drown out her cries of ecstasy.
All the while Donaldson had been gently rubbing his hands over the smooth contours of Mona's well-formed ass. The hips were perfect and excited him a great deal. Something about seeing her in the position thrilled him too, and his thoughts turned back to the pictures of her getting fucked in the asshole. Still humping slowly in and out of her, the sounds of her latest climax beginning to subside, he toyed with the idea, his cock becoming harder by the
stroke.
Finally completely hard again, Donaldson pulled his cock out of Mona's cunt without warning, and spreading the cheeks of her lovely ass quickly aimed the head of his weapon at her wrinkled bumhole. Everything happened so swiftly that Mona did not have time to protest, and squealed out her pain only as the first three inches of his dick penetrated up her rectum.
"Oh, Oh, Oh," she yelped in quick succession. "It... it's too b-big! Oouuuu! Pl-please... Aughhh!" Donaldson ignored her, pulling back an inch and ramming three more inches into her asshole. The force of his thrust almost lifted her from the chair, and she twisted and turned frantically trying to dislodge his cock from her ass. But without success. Completely taken, Donaldson rammed and jammed himself into Mona's asshole with determined fury; making sure he buried at least one, and usually two, more inches of dick into her each time. Finally it was almost all the way in and Mona was whimpering, sobbing, for him to stop.
The tightness of Mona's asshole drove Donaldson to even greater frenzy than had the blow job she had given him or the wet, warm tightness of her cunt. The slickness of his wet cock, recently from her cunt, made the penetration easier and he would not be denied. Grunting loudly each time he jabbed into her burning asshole, Donaldson would blurt out something that strangely turned Mona on. More often than not, it would be something like, "How's it feel having a real cock up your asshole? You like getting it in the asshole, don't ya?" Or something to that effect. Over all, Mona soon found herself coming again, and was glad when Donaldson stabbed two fingers into her still-dripping, wet cunt and massaged her clit with zeal.
When Donaldson shot his come in her asshole, Mona almost fainted. Full to capacity, burning from the unfamiliar object being forced into her rear end, she could hardly believe the force of his jetting come. The first wad gushed into her in a torrent and she almost immediately felt it being forced out to trickle down her legs with the rest of his come. Also, in spite of the fact he'd come several times already, Donaldson kept shooting gush after hot gush of come in her until he too finally slumped over, heatedly exhausted.
Both spent, Mona rested long enough to get her breath, began picking up her clothing, and when he failed to object, quickly dressed. Although he offered to drive her home, she refused, saying she wanted to walk. Running to the bathroom she took half an hour to clean herself up, then was surprised on leaving to have him actually pay her, at the prevailing babysitting rate, for the time she had spent there. At least she would have the money to show, in case her parents asked, which they never did. Mona never thought this was precisely why he had done so. Still, she wasn't happy. True, Donaldson had really given it to her. In more ways than oneómouth, front and back.
But Mona still couldn't get over the distasteful fact that the entire happening had been against her own will. Granted, it had been enjoyable, and Mona certainly wasn't sorry it had happened, although she knew she was going to be pretty damned sore for a few days, it still was against her will.
Walking home, the girl thought about this and wondered if she would ever get the chance to really do something only because she wanted it. Even the first time, with Tony, had been the result of a dare. Except for that, Mona would never have gotten up the courage to go to the basement with him. A lot had happened in the last few days, but Mona hadn't the slightest idea that the whole thing was only beginning.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The copies Pete had made of the pictures had gained wide distribution. Making at least six prints of each in his home lab, he had given some to Arnold, kept a couple for himself, and sold two sets. The remaining set Pete had bartered for entrance to a gang he had long coveted membership in. Comprised mostly of kids he knew in school, usually fifteen to seventeen year olds, he had been turned down several times. However, when he passed about the pictures they suddenly took a new interest in him, and he was granted limited membershipóprobationary.
The brightness of the pictures wearing off, the gang members began thinking about the real Mona. After Pete and his mother had returned from the country, Pete still being shaken by his fathers discovery of the pictures, he was rattled further when told his membership would be cancelled; unless he produced, by hook or crook, the subject of the snapshots. Perplexed, Pete finally decided his desire for membership was stronger than his fear of exposure or his fathers wrath. He set up the trap.
Mona's refusal to meet him after school had been adamant, until he convinced her it was the only way to get back what he claimed was a purloined copy of the prints. He didn't tell her he had given them to the gang, or that the gang even existed for that matter. Reluctantly, Mona agreed to meet him that evening at the place indicated, unaware it was the gang's clubhouse.
When Mona arrived she didn't see the several boys lounging about on broken car seats, discarded sofas and mattresses. Eyes on Pete, she innocently walked into their lair barely noticing the closing door behind her. Immediately she demanded Pete hand over the copies. Eyes downcast, shuffling his feet, Pete merely looked at Carl, the gang's leader.
"Well now, so you're Mona," he mused softly. "Hey, chick, you got some fine-looking body. Yeah, those pictures didn't do you justice."
Blushing, Mona glared at him, his features somewhat distorted in the dim light. "You... you mean you've seen them too?" she asked, her tone betraying a hint of dread.
"Oh sure," Carl answered haughtily, "Pete here is one of our best members. Now you don't think a fellow member would hold out on us, do you?"
The full realization dawned on Mona in a flash and she desperately looked behind her for escape. Again she knew she would be forced into the position of performing against her will. She still didn't know how many boys were there.
"Of course he wouldn't. That's part of the club rules. Sure. Share and share alike, that's our motto. Right, fellows?"
The resounding chorus of agreement shook Mona more, and glancing about she realized that besides Pete and Carl there were five other boys present, all grinning at her widely. Mona had heard some of the other girls giggling about gangbangs, but somehow she had never fully believed them. She found the truth harsh and felt her heartbeat quicken.
"You just go ahead and keep those dirty old pictures," Mona blurted suddenly, edging toward the door. "I don't care. It's all right with me. Besides, it... it's not really me. Just someone who looks like me," she finished, hoping her bluff would work. It didn't.
"Oh, come off it, chick," Carl snarled. "We know it's you. Something more. We know what would happen if they started getting circulated around your school. You go to that fancy one up on the hill, don't you? Yeah. They would go over real good there. Bet the teachers would even get a bang out of them. Now, as for your folks, well...
As his voice trailed off, Carl patted the vacant space beside him on the grimy sofa, indicating for Mona to join him. Knowing she was beaten, Mona downheartedly did so.
"That's better," Carl cackled, putting a hand on her knee. Mona made no effort to remove it. "Now, like I said, our motto is sharing. Now Pete here is a member, and he's had a pretty good piece of you. Does it seem fair to close out the rest of us? Huh? Why, we'd just have to kick old Pete out of the club. You wouldn't want to see that happen, would you?"
Mona, trembling inside as she thought about having to submit to the whole gang, didn't answer, her eyes still downcast. Carl's hand, still on her knee, began riding up her leg until it reached the hem of her skirt. Pausing only briefly, he slid his fingers between her legs and continued unabated upward. In spite of herself, Mona felt the familiar tingling begin inside, hot flush spreading quickly.
"Besides, it looks like you really dig getting the dick dipped in you, so what's the problem?" Carl went on, his hand getting nearer and nearer to her cunt. Mona hadn't realized that she had involuntarily parted her legs slightly, making his conquest that much easier for him.
The other boys, smiles gone or frozen on their faces, had moved closer to see better. In the quietness of the room, unbroken except for
Carl's words, Mona could hear the harsh breathing of boys in heat, and realized every one of them must have a hardon by now. She swallowed hard, knowing there was no way out.
Just then Carl's hand reached the crotch of her panties. Shifting himself a bit, he worked his hand back and forth between her thighs until he had forced them open still further. Then he began rubbing her cunt through her panties, continuing a steady flow of soothing words.
"See, I told you it's not gonna be so bad. Fact is, we might even make you a mascot, huh, guys?" Again a chorus of approval answered and Mona glanced up quickly, seeing the open lust surrounding her, and again she ducked her head. Carl's fingers were becoming more demanding and Mona felt herself getting wetter. When he occasionally brushed over her clit, Mona couldn't control the shiver that shot through her. Her legs spread still more. Just then she saw that two of the boys had deliberately seated themselves in front of her so they could see up under her skirt. She knew they could see everything Carl's fingers were doing to her pussy through her skimpy panties.
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