Chapter 2
"I said, what are you doing up there, Cindy? Come on, speak up!" Mrs. Montague could easily see that the little girl had no panties, and that her labia had the bright-pink tinge of extreme excitement.
"I-I ... " Cindy trailed off. "The boys' locker room is different. They don't have any little stalls or anything, like ours."
"Why do you care? It's certainly none of your business." Mrs. Montague was a stern thin woman in walking shorts and a sweatshirt. Her grey-blonde hair was pulled back severely. Her suntanned face could have been very pretty ten years before, but the weather and the discipline of coaching the junior-high girls had put deep, dry lines around her mouth and eyes. "Come down from there. We are going to the principal's office."
Cindy tried to hold her skirt demurely close to her thighs as she descended. She wondered how long Mrs. Montague had been there. Her ears turned red. Did she see me playing with my pussy? It would be horrible if she told anybody about it! I must have looked shameless, standing up there without my panties, poking at myself like ... like ...
"Put your panties back on-if you have any," Mrs. Montague sniffed. "I've never seen anything like that at Albert Schweitzer Junior High. In all the years I've been teaching here, no girl has ever been seen staring into the boys' locker room. It's just disgraceful!"
Cindy shook like a leaf. She looked up at the thin blonde and pulled her panties out of her bra. She held the crumpled mass in her hand until Mrs. Montague turned her back.
Cindy fumbled with the sky-blue nylon. She could barely pull the flimsy garment up. She stepped into the panties and the lush moons of her buttocks peeked from under her short skirt. Pearly droplets of Cindy's sweet cuntal dew sparkled. The sparse brown growth of her pussyhairs whispered against her thighs when she stooped.
Cindy smoothed the nylon over the sleek swell of her mons and adjusted her skirt. She tugged her bra-strap back into place. Her fright and shame still showed in the erected nipples poking through her blouse. Cindy cleared her throat. "I guess I'm ready, Mrs. Montague."
The gym teacher looked down her nose at Cindy. Her eyes ran contemptuously over the girl's budding figure. "I'll take the ladder. There's no reason to expose the other children to this sordid mistake." She picked up the ladder and slung it under her arm. With a jerk of her head, she told Cindy to walk ahead of her.
Cindy wondered what would happen to her in the principal's office. She shivered all the way from the boys' gym. Her grey eyes were round with fear.
Mrs. Montague didn't soothe Cindy's trepidation at all. Even the custodian who took the ladder from her stared quizzically at Cindy. One look at the teacher's pinched face told him that the little brunette was in trouble.
At the office, Mrs. Montague sat the masturbatory maiden down on the wooden bench that ran the length of the wall. Cindy waited on the hard seat as minute after minute dragged painfully by. Muted voices gave her no idea of the discussion in the principal's cubicle. She had already memorized every well-trodden splotch on the floor when a thought surfaced in her mind.
Are they going to tell Mom"?
Cindy's mother, Mona Russell, had her own worries at the moment. "Ron, please don't," she asked, putting her hand on his. "You've had enough to drink, honey."
Mona and her current lover were lying naked on the living-room floor of her apartment. Ron Webster had arrived, hung over, half an hour before. Mona comforted him until the burgeoning evidence of his erection had caused their attentions to turn in another direction. They had languorously stripped one another, Ron keeping his drink at hand all the while. Now Mona was half-aroused, trying to wheedle a full erection from her boyfriend.
Mona shouldn't have had to plead with him. At twenty-eight, she looked scarcely older than Cindy. She had the same smooth, round features as her daughter, but the external resemblance stopped there. Where Cindy was rounded softly, as cuddly as a teddy bear, Mona was a hummingbird of delicious proportions. Her hair was so black that it seemed to be a bluish cape over her shoulders. Her ivory skin was like parchment, smooth and cool to the touch.
Their grey eyes and uptilted noses were the same, but Cindy's nipples were brownish-pink. Mona's stiff tittie-tips glowed lipstick-red when they erected, twin delicacies begging to be kissed. Her breasts were larger than Cindy's, full and sweet like ripe melons. She was only two inches taller at five-feet, but her long, tapering legs made her slimness look willowy. The broad vase of her hips held the flawless triangle of blue-black cuntal hair like a proud trophy. The pink line of her vulva hid demurely in her lush growth. The moist stripe pointed up across the smooth expanse of her lower belly to the deep, shadowed cup of her navel. The two dark areas were the only break in the sleek smoothness from Mona's waist to her toes. Her full red lips and coral nipples made the only other color on her ivory skin hotly shocking.
But Mona was begging. She slid her fingers up and down Ron's prick, hoping to make him lewd enough to take her. She lay on her side, facing him. His cock slowly lengthened under her lascivious caresses. "Yes, there we go," Mona breathed softly. "Come on up, honey."
Ron smiled wearily, sipping at his beer. A wholesale rep in his late thirties, Ron's face was beginning to slacken with age and dissipation. Both his wife and his boss thought he was calling on his accounts. This last two weeks had seemed like paradise. Mona loved fucking, and she owned a tavern far enough from his home and office that he felt secure in spending most of his time with her. Ron's light-brown hair was getting shaggy and his skin had begun to turn pasty. Mona knew nothing about his job or his wife, and that pleased Ron perfectly.
"I feel a helluva lot better now," he announced, putting the empty bottle aside. Ron put his arms around Mona and drew her closer.
Mona's lips sought his mouth. Her hand clasped around his cockshaft, stroking slowly. Little whiffs of lusty woman-scent rose from her armpits and loins. She put her knee between Ron's legs and rolled onto him, still probing his mouth with her tongue. She pressed her blue-black cunthair against his thigh and rubbed up and down.
Mona's ass was as lovely as the rest of her. A delicate network of blue veins showed through her translucent skin. Her buttocks were athletically taut, as firm as her lush titties. Perfectly smooth and beautifully rounded, Mona's delectable cheeks were separated by a shallow valley, about as wide as a man's thumb. When Mona lay on her belly, the ivory globes rose just high enough to smother in while kissing the pert, wrinkly rosebud of her rectum.
Ron lifted his hand to caress her shapely thigh, smoothing his fingers past the bottom crease and over one luscious cheek. The fresh, clean taste of Mona's saliva brightened his own beery mouth. His cock reached its fullest length under her caresses. When her feathery touch filled his balls with lascivious heat, his fingers dug into the lonely mass of her buttock.
Mona could feel the hot spreading of her blush. She knew an even pink was welling up from inside her. It started on her cheeks, then traveled to her throat. As the lovely woman's pulse rate increased, it would cover her opulent bosom and the soft double curve of her trim belly. She loved the feeling of warmth that suffused her. Mona had never come without the blazing sign on her skin, and the hornier she was, the faster and deeper it spread.
"Suck me a little first, honey," Ron said. "I love the way you eat my prick."
Mona whispered, "Yes, Ron," and straddled him. She turned around and bent her face down toward his cock. She knew that Ron was already too drunk to eat her pussy properly this morning, but it excited her to have him look at it. The first time she'd gone to bed with Ron, he'd kept exclaiming how beautiful her pussy was. She opened her knees a bit more and bore down, willing the blood-swelled labia to open over his face.
Ron looked up into the glistening warmth of Mona's womanly flesh. She was beautiful. The inner lips were wet, shading from the deep pink of the edges to the inviting meaty red of her vagina. He watched the inner folds of the walls as Mona bore down, then tightened her superb sphincter. The orchid-like convolutions moved slowly, in time with her rippling belly.
The curly hair was moist, with droplets of fluid clinging like dew on a spider web. The glossy obsidian of the musky cuntal plumage made the skin that peeked through look whiter than chalk. Mona's aroma gradually changed as she got hotter, and Ron turned his head to kiss the smooth pillar of her thigh.
Every cell in Mona's body became an antenna of lust as she made her pussy beg over her lover's face. His barely touching kiss brushed her skin lighter than smoke, but her nerves thrilled to the sensation. She inhaled sharply, hissing through her teeth, and touched her lips to the end of Ron's glans.
Mona loved every kind of sex she'd ever encountered, but fellatio was one of her favorites. Her late husband had sometimes slept curled in a sixty-nine with her, and she would suck him in her sleep. The heavy, meaty taste of a man's cock fascinated her, giving Mona almost as much pleasure as a long, lascivious screw.
Ron nipped the firm flesh of Mona's thigh when her lips touched his cock. "God damn! Yeah, baby, suck it," he groaned. He watched the outer lips of her pussy blush pinker as she nibbled up and down the skin of his shaft.
Mona felt heat rising all through her body. She was beginning to lick up around the corona. Her tongue was narrow and pink as she extended it, tracing every contour of his prick with the delicate tip. Mona moved her tongue in and out, keeping the tip wet with saliva. Every slippery nuance mattered to her, every pore and twisting vein. After the whole shaft was bathed with spit, Mona buried her face in his dark cockbush and nuzzled through the heavy-scented folds.
Ron felt like a sultan in his harem. He gazed contentedly into Mona's crotch while she dandled his prick into greater stiffness. The black-haired woman had the most enticing cuntal view he'd ever seen, as ideal as a painter's dreams. The sweetly spiced aroma of her pussy seemed to fill her whole apartment, and a single breath of it made Ron lazily horny.
"I love your balls," Mona murmured, just before opening her jaws to their widest. She was upside-down in his crotch and her nose pressed the bulging cord in front of his rectum. Her tongue wrestled with the sweat-greased skin of his scrotum, lifting it until she sucked both of his balls into her mouth.
Mona gargled around them, rolling the meaty eggs with her tongue. Her lips closed around the top of the hairy sac, and Ron's heavy orbs had just room enough to tumble around in her mouth.
Oh, this little bag stretches so far! I love the way the skin gets almost smooth, and then bunches up when I move back up. I'm glad Ron's balls aren't too big. They feel so much more alive when I can roll them around in my mouth.
Mona hummed with pleasure as she isolated Ron's testes from his prick. Her nipples stood up, as big and hard as ripe cherries. Mona dragged those twin sweet tips across Ron's lower belly.
Mona's luscious nipples juddered across his skin. They stuck, flexing, to a spot, then bounced forward a fraction of an inch. Every little bump sent an icy-hot pulse down her spine and into her pussy. The firm flesh of her delectable titties jiggled with the miniature jolts, and Mona felt them growing as every nerve awakened to the erotic joys of her lewd action.
Mona slowly sucked Ron's balls deep into her mouth again, then let them roll out. She plucked at the spit-soaked hair as the wrinkly scrotal skin escaped her lips, then nibbled along his prickshaft with insect-like bites.
Ron let out the breath he'd been holding. The long, wallowing treat Mona had just lavished on his balls had made his prick harder than granite. "Suck it, baby," Ron whispered. "I want you to suck my cock until I cum."
"I'm too hot to blow you," Mona replied. She swung around and looked into his face. "I've got to have your cock in my pussy." Her eyes were dilated in spite of the sunlight streaming through the open window. Mona's wet, red lips looked even fuller now. "Please, let's fuck now, Ron."
Ron gave her a beery smile. He loved the powerful feeling Mona's plea gave him. One side of his upper lip rose in a tyrannical sneer and his nostrils flared. "I ain't movin', baby. You're gonna have to come and get it. If you want any cock, you'll have to sit on it."
"I want it," Mona panted. She straddled his hips and jacked slowly on his prickstem. Mona held the weapon upright and settled her black-furred pussy slowly down onto it.
Ron put his hands behind his head. He looked at Mona's moon-white body and said, "Put a pillow under me."
Mona whimpered. Every second that she wasn't impaled on his prick was sheer torture. She stood quickly, then leaned across his supine body to grab a cushion from the couch. Ron lifted his hips off the carpet and let her slide it under his ass.
Moaning, the slender woman knelt again, one knee on either side of Ron's waist. His cock jutted into the air like a flagpole when she circled the stem with one long-fingered hand. Mona spread her labia with two fingers and eased her vagina onto the blunt end of Ron's prick.
Mona was the picture of lust. Her aureoles rose and fell, crinkling around the cherry-like buds of her breast-tips. Her hand shook with anticipation on Ron's cockshaft. Her pussy kissed the flaring glans and she hissed as she screwed herself down onto the towering pole.
Ron held himself perfectly still. Mona's hand pulled his prickskin back and forth, but he concentrated on remaining totally immobile. He'd never known such a lusty woman, and he wanted to make the most of the magical powers his cock held for her.
The blush on Mona's breasts had spread to her belly. Her vagina opened around his knob and she pried her labia apart to get more cock into her pussy. Her hips rotated in tiny circles, wedging his prick from side to side. She tried to spread the hot, thick juices of her eager channel over the tool.
Mona gasped when the broad edges of the prickhead slipped past her cuntal sphincter. The hardest part was over, all she had to do now was capture the rest of Ron's cock.
The heat of the glans surprised Mona. She always welcomed it, but she was never quite ready for the exquisite warmth that stretched her pussy open. She loved pulling back against the barb-like head of a man's cock, feeling the ridge pressing her love-muscle from the inside. She rode up and down on the end of Ron's prick, reveling in the internal pull. Her talented sphincter ringed the narrow neck of Ron's penis like a collar, squeezing down from the oval width of the shaft-top to the smaller thickness under the head.
"Nobody rides me like you," Ron said. "You're the best topfucker in the world." His hips moved a little, rocking up and down while she milked his dick.
Mona's passion grew. She wanted to feel the gut-wrenching fullness of total impalement. Her pussymouth was the most sensuous part of her moist channel, but Mona loved to grind it against the hairs at the base of her lover's cock.
She tried to slither further down onto his prick, but the skin was too dry. She moved her beautiful ass in rapid circles, like a miner panning for gold. Mona corkscrewed down, taking a fraction of an inch at a time, then lifted up again. The pole was getting greasier, sliding in easier with every twisting, caressing stroke of her cunny.
Ron took his hands from behind his head and caressed the firm globes of Mona's tits. There was much more than two handfuls of springy bosom there, and he spread his fingers wide to capture the exquisite flesh. His thumbs ran from the deep valley of her cleavage to the coral tips of her nipples. Ron's fingers dug into the marvelous firmness of the outer sides of her breasts.
The intense thrill of the sensual manipulations made Mona lose her sifting, circling rhythm. She pressed her hips down harder, swallowing half of his cock in one swift move. She yammered with the ecstatic shock of new fullness.
Mona put her hands on Ron's chest and bore down. She felt her inner labia turning, folding into her pussyhole with the force of her downward strokes. She rose only far enough to let the frilly petals slip out again, then jammed down again. The stretching pull made her labia slide hotly across the sides of her clitty, and Mona felt her peak approaching. She ground her hips in a torrid circle and engulfed the rest of Ron's prick.
Ron gasped as Mona's pubic arch settled against him. The hot, clinging wetness of her cuntwalls churned around his cock. He felt the heat of her spread labia against the base of his belly, and ground himself against the passionate woman's clitoral zone.
Mona rocked forward and back, pressing her clitty against Ron's pelvis. Her fingers clawed into his chest, spasming every time she felt the thick stiffness of his prick touch her womb. She began to cum, letting the overloaded nerves of her cunt move her body with huge waves of pleasure.
Mona leaned back, her long hair all but touching Ron's shins. The black curtain rippled while she shook her head. Her mouth was open in a soundless scream. Cunty ecstasy overwhelmed her, and the delirious woman let go completely.
Ron watched her writhe, feeling the regular, spaced ripples of orgasm wringing out his cock. His balls were fully charged with sperm, and his crotch tightened, preparing to send the load into her guts.
Mona's cum slackened a bit, letting her down from the frenzied peak. She wanted to keep the release going, building until it was a cataclysm of furious insanity.
Mona arched her back. The motion pressed the head of Ron's cock against her belly, and the moving knob showed under the surface of her skin. She rubbed the surging tip with her palms until she knew Ron was only seconds from filling her with his thick cream.
Ron put his hands behind Mona, cupping her ass. His fingers rambled over the smooth surfaces, and he pressed her cheeks together. Her cunt tightened around the base of his prick. Ron kneaded her asscheeks and began stroking back and forth in her cunt.
Mona straightened up, still pressing her fingers against the moving bulge of his cockhead. Her belly indented under her hands and she began to rise and fall, wrapping hot friction around Ron's prick. She came harder with the long, pulling strokes.
Mona's creamy tits swayed with her movements. The opulent mounds quivered each time she bumped against Ron's pelvis. She responded to the lifting, pressing touches of his fingers on her ass, and moved faster.
Ron kept caressing the tensing firmness of Mona's buttocks. He urged her on, quickening the pace until her cunt moved as fast as a jackhammer. He thrust brutally up into Mona's guts and she sobbed with pleasure.
Mona panted and jiggled on the thick, impaling rod. She squeezed tight around the stem of Ron's prick, bouncing only a few inches with each jerky stroke. Her tits rippled as she accelerated, jiggling until her nipples were a coral blur.
"Ohgod, oooh, Ron, come baby, come on and cum," she panted. She forced herself to take longer strokes, but she quivered, moving in stutters on the shaft. Mona raised her ass until only the cockhead lay in her cunt, and she milked it with her constricting flesh.
Ron gritted his teeth, holding the seed in. Her pussy was dragging it out, sucking at his prick like a hungry mouth. He swiveled his hips in tight circles, reaming the swampy womanflesh until the nerves in his cockhead burned. His hands clenched bruisingly on Mona's ass, and he let the semen blast into her cunt.
Mona screamed and drove herself down onto the pistoning cock. Her limbs flexed and she ground at Ron's pubic arch. The orgasm was agonizing, shredding her mind. The earth-shattering feeling consumed her completely, and her body tried to imprison Ron's spurting cock forever.
The powerful blasts surged through Ron's prick. He drove joyously upward, hoping to split Mona's belly with the force of his cockspew. His cock pounded against her womb, the nerves so overloaded that Ron didn't care if her cunt ripped the organ from his loins. His crotch was soaked with their juices as his raging flow dwindled to irregular trickles.
Mona kept grinding at his cock long after the viscous jets had stopped flowing. She was shining, filmed all over with sweat, when she finally collapsed on him. Her breasts mashed into his chest, and little tremors coursed through her body.
Ron lay on his back, too drained to move her long black hair out of his face. He gently caressed her sweaty ass and listened to their heartbeats slowing from the triphammer rate of their immense shared cum.
Mona lifted her head to look into Ron's flushed, sweat-sheeted face. Her eyes had the soft glow of satiety. Her full red lips began to form tender words when the phone rang.
"Damn!" Mona slowly pulled her pussy up from Ron's softening prick. The phone bell jangled again, "Okay, I'm coming," she muttered.
The lovely woman walked two steps, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She turned to look at Ron as she picked up the receiver. She smiled and indicated the semen that flowed richly down her long, naked thigh. "Hello?"
Ron sat up. Mona's expression was suddenly concerned. "What is it? What's happened to my daughter?" She pursed her lips, frowning down at the carpet. "All right. I'll be there in half an hour." Ron reached for his shirt.
Mona set the receiver down. "I've got to go, honey. You don't mind letting yourself out, do you?"
Ron answered resignedly. "No, not really, babe. The kid's in trouble?"
"I don't know. They wouldn't tell me much on the phone. I better shower and get right down there." Mona looked at him as he fumbled with his buttons. "See you tonight?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Ron considered what he would tell his wife. "I should be in around ten, okay?"
Mona hadn't waited for the answer. Her hair streamed behind her as she hurried toward the bathroom. Ron sighed and finished dressing.