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  A Babysitter For Daddy!

  by Paul Fillmore

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  Published 1975

  Table of Contents

  HIGH SCHOOL GANGBANG!

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  HIGH SCHOOL GANGBANG!

  "Ooouuuu!" she moaned, unable to hold her legs together any longer. Spreading them wide, she clinched her eyes shut and fought to keep from making too much noise. Carl's fingers were insistent, and soon he had her pumping herself up to meet him when he rammed them into her.

  Feeling someone cupping one of her breasts, Mona opened her eyes briefly. One of the other boys was pinching her right nipple. He was breathing hard and Mona could see his dick protruding through his tight jeans. He was ready for her all right. Beside her Carl took hold of her hand and placed it on his lap. Mona felt his own hard stiffness through the coarse denim, and the heat of her hand made it jerk.

  Sounds of shuffling feet came to her as still other hands reached out, and suddenly Mona felt her other breast, thighs and free hand grabbed. Strong hands forced her already open legs further apart, and she became aware of someone urging her to raise her hips so they could pull her panties off. She leaned back, hardly able to keep from pulling Carl's rod into her hungry slit...

  CHAPTER ONE

  Mona gingerly reached down and felt Tony's hard, ready cock. Feeling her heart pound with excitement, the girl only half touched his bulging prick, her face flushing deep scarlet with a mixture of embarrassment and stimulation.

  "There," she croaked out hoarsely, "I did it. I told you I could."

  "Yea," Tony replied sarcastically. "Big deal. You just barely did. I don't call that a feel at all. Here. I'll show you what a real feel is like."

  Ignoring the two couples standing about watching, Tony reached out and cupped one of Mona's firm, taut young breasts and gently squeezed it, letting the palm of his hand oscillate back and forth over the erect nipple.

  Mona was certain he could feel her heart pounding wildly through her chest, and the crimson flush spread ever deeper. Nervously she glanced at the faces of the other two couples near them; their excited grins shattered her composure even more.

  "There, like that," Tony was saying.

  Mona was surprised at how harsh and scratchy his voice sounded. It almost didn't sound like Tony at all. Glancing into his face and really looking for the first time since the foolish dare had been made, she was even more shocked to see how harried and drawn his features had become. His face too was flushed and his eyes had a strange kind of light in them. Mona knew she should have gotten away from there right then. Vaguely she thought of her mothers warnings about things like this. But the intense feelings Tony's touch set off in her were too much for her to cope with.

  "Please. D-don't do that," she moaned softly, the feeling in her voice far from convincing.

  Mona heard a snicker or two from those watching, yet somehow it didn't seem important right then. The only thing that interested the pretty girl was the wonderful sensations of warmth and passion that surged throughout her body as Tony's hand increased its pressure on her sensitive breast.

  "What's the matter?" Tony asked, attempting a stale laugh that didn't quite come off. "You gonna chicken out?"

  "N-no, I won't chicken out," Mona snapped defensively, feeling some of her self-assurance returning. "Here! I'll show you."

  With that she reached down and boldly took his proud, youthful cock in her hand, squeezing and fondling it in the same manner he was doing to her breast.

  The contact was different this time. Her entire body alive and burning, it felt as if an electric current was flashing through her when she touched his hefty prick. Briefly Mona had the sensation she had just completed a circuit, and that her own heated desires were flowing into Tony, then out again through his hand, and into her breast.

  Vaguely Mona became aware that the snickers from the group watching them had ceased, and she thought she could hear the sounds of heavy breathing. Still staring deeply into Tony's soft, brown eyes, she didn't dare turn away and look for herself. For that matter, she wasn't really interested.

  The entire episode had begun as a dare. Mona had always held herself somewhat aloof from the other kids, never going with her peers to parties and group dates. Mostly this was due to her mother's strict influence, but partly due to her own fears.

  A strikingly attractive girl, Mona had a warm, friendly personality. Hair worn long, as was the fashion, Mona favored the tight jeans and thin pullover with moccasins to complete her attire. By now she could get in and out of them in a wink, and besides, they were more comfortable.

  To Mona's surprise, Tony's already stiff dick seemed to harden even more. She could feel it throbbing now, and it seemed to expand more and more. The excitement inside Mona rose steadily, and she could feel the blood pounding in her temples.

  Mona knew the feeling well. Many was the night she had lain awake in bed, dreaming of what was going to happen to her some day. She thought about what it would feel like when a man fucked her for the first time. As she would lay there in the dark, thinking her secret thoughts, she could feel the tensions building steadily. At the same time, her cunt would begin to quiver, the sensations almost overwhelming her.

  Fight as she might, Mona would always find herself giving in. Slowly her hand would creep downward, until at last it would find the dampness that was her cunt. Probing, slowly at first, but gaining momentum, she would let her finger find and tease her budding clit. As she worked at it more and more, she marveled that it seemed to take on a life of its own. Growing larger and larger, becoming more demanding as it swelled, Mona would moan deeply. Worried that her mother, who slept in the next room, might overhear her, Mona would bury her face in her pillow, sobbing out her need.

  Now she was experiencing the same sensation. The feel of Tony's rich, firm, hard cock in her hand excited her more than she cared to admit. The feel of his searching hand on her breast somehow caused her much more rapture that she had ever been able to elicit on her own. Already she could feel her clit vibrating. Unconsciously, Mona moved her feet apart, giving it room to grow.

  "Gee," Tony croaked, hoarsely.

  "W-what's the matter?" Mona attempted to tease. "You still think I'll chicken out?"

  Tony's answer was to move closer, shoving the underside of his hard cock against the palm of her hand. Tony had long sought to find himself in this position, and got a tremendous sense of passion nibbling at his insides now that it was a reality.

  As Mona continued to caress his bulging cock, Tony felt the passions rising in himself. Although he hadn't intended it to go this far, indeed hadn't expected it, he now knew that the only thing that would douse the burning fires that Mona banked was the hot wet pussy between her legs.

  Slowly, almost as if he feared a sudden move might break the spell, Tony reached his free hand downward, holding Mona's gaze with his own. Feeling his fingers make contact with the firm, fresh fabric of Mona's jeans, Tony calculated that they rested just below her stomach. Without hesitation now, he let them drift lower, searching deeply into Mona's eyes for some sign that she might resist. He found none.

  At the touch of his hand, Mona at first stiffened, then determined to relax. She too hadn't intended to let things so this far, but neither had she anticipated the extreme need that Tony had aroused. At the edge of her vision, she could see as well as feel Tony's hand going lower. His squeezing of her tit became more intense also. Mona knew that any second his
fingers would begin brushing over her thick, bushy cunt hairs. She obediently increased her own efforts on his cock, and found herself amazed that the already immense prick grew even larger.

  Both became oblivious to the small group watching them, not even conscious of the heavy, concerned breathing they issued as they watched almost mesmerized as Tony's fingertips dipped lower and lower, getting closer to Mona's bush.

  "Uummmm," Mona heard herself moan lowly when she felt Tony's fingers finally make contact with her cunt hairs through her jeans.

  Suddenly the magic of the moment was shattered by the loud clamoring of the bell in the hall. It was the beginning of the third period, and they were late for class. Startled, both Mona and Tony jerked.

  "Damn," one of the boys watching said. "Come on. We better haul ass to class."

  Without another word, and with casual, almost envious, glances backward, the small audience hurried away, leaving the two youngsters alone.

  Although they had jerked at the sound of the bell, neither had actually moved their hands away from the other, and they stood now gazing into each other s eyes again. The fires that had been a roaring inferno only a short time before began to return, it wasn't long before the urgency of their needs overwhelmed their conditioning to the bell.

  "Think we should go?" Tony asked, his voice tense again.

  "Yea, I guess we should," replied Mona, making no move to leave, and massaging his strong, young cock even harder. "What do you think?"

  "I think you're one of the grooviest chicks in school," Tony answered, letting his hand dip a little lower until he could feel the upper edges of her cunt lips. He pressed hard, and again Mona heard herself groan with passion.

  "I... I think you're nice too, Tony," she managed to breath out hoarsely. "But what if someone comes along... a teacher, or something?"

  "Come on," Tony said suddenly, letting his hand fall away from her breast and removing his fingers from her cunt, first giving it a firm, demanding thrust.

  "Down near the boiler room. It's okay there. No one ever goes down there. Come on."

  Taking her by the arm, and giving her no chance to change her mind, he steered her toward a staircase that led to the basement. Stunned, but with the blood still pounding in her ears, Mona allowed herself to be led. She knew what would happen once they reached their destination, and although she was afraid, she couldn't stop herself. Chagrined that his cock was no longer available to her, numbling craving it, Mona quickened her step.

  Downstairs, and after casting a quick glance about to make sure no one saw them, Tony headed toward a door at the far end of the hall. It was quiet, and Mona felt almost eerie in the secluded dimness.

  Opening the door, Tony glanced behind them once more, then steered Mona over the threshold, entered himself, and silently closed the door behind him. Mona found herself in a small storage room, cluttered with various boxes and cabinets. Just then a cot, against the wall, caught her eye. She knew now why Tony had come there. She also knew she was going to leave that room minus her virginity. Although frightened, she was willing.

  "We'll be all right here," she heard Tony say. "No one ever comes down here."

  Nervously the boy moved toward the cot, sat down, and patted the stained mattress next to him, indicating for Mona to join him. Equally nervous, Mona hesitantly moved to obey. The old springs creaked as she sat down. Tony leaned back against the wall, pulling Mona with him, putting an arm around her. He could feel his passions increasing steadily, and boldly took her hand and put it back on his cock again. Mona made no move to resist.

  At the same time Tony reached over and began stroking Mona's thigh, through her jeans. Instinctively Mona spread her legs wider and soon Tony's probing fingers were rubbing her wet, hot cunt through the coarse fabric. Mona moaned deeply, and squeezed at his cock even harder.

  Pulling Mona to him, Tony kissed her ardently. His tongue stabbed into her mouth, found hers, and flicked and teased at its tip. Mona returned his kiss with matching ardor. Almost without thinking, she reached for the zipper of his pants, and moved it downward.

  As if activated by some inner signal, Tony reached for the side zipper of Mona's jeans, and fumbling slightly, soon had it unzipped also. Then he was thrusting his hand inside, reaching for her pussy. With her own hand, Mona unbuttoned the single button at the side of her waist, thereby giving Tony an easier access. She was glad she wore no panties underneath.

  Her own hand searched for the top of Tony's shorts, and impatiently Tony opened his jeans completely so she could find it. Then the hot, firm, hard flesh that was his cock touched her hand. Mona groaned even deeper at the first touch, and stabbed her tongue into Tony's mouth all that much harder. She desperately desired him now, and throwing all caution to the wind, spread her legs as far as they would go.

  Tony's finger stroked at the lips of her cunt, and she could feel her clit vibrate wildly with its message of need. Thrusting her hips upward then, she felt his index finger just barely penetrate her pussy. Squeezing his cock hard, Mona allowed herself to be pushed back onto the dank smelling old mattress, then offered no resistance when Tony tugged at her jeans. They were soon off, laying in a heap on the floor. She was naked from the waist down now, and she was certain he could see the lips of her pussy quivering with desire. Although it was dim in the room, the only light coming through a small window high on the wall, near the ceiling, it was sufficient for them to see. Then Tony stood up, and quickly yanked his jeans down and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

  His cock, completely visible with his shorts pulled down in front, jutted out powerfully, and Mona found her throat constricted just looking at it. The thought that he was actually going to stick that thing in her almost made her swoon.

  Through half-closed lids, Mona watched, her gaze alternating between Tony's movements and his cock, as he quickly divested himself of his pullover sweater. His cock swayed obscenely with each movement, the swollen head pointing directly at her, threateningly. Then Tony yanked down his shorts, and was completely naked except for his loafers, which he hurriedly kicked off.

  "Take your sweater off," the boy croaked, his voice made harsh by his urgency.

  Mona did as he said, pulling her baggy sweater over her head, and letting it fall to the floor. The feel of Tony's hot eyes on her pert, pointed breasts excited her still more, and Mona thrust herself forward proudly. Often she had stood before the flattering full-length mirror at home and admired her body.

  Mona knew that she was attractive, and that her breasts, large and well formed, would be envied by anyone. This was the first time, however, that anyone of the opposite sex had seen them naked. Mona found the experience exhilarating.

  Falling on her hungrily, Tony gobbled first one, then the other firm, taut nipple into his eager mouth. Sucking at them noisily, kneading her bulging breasts with his hand, he sucked as much of her tits into his mouth as he could. Alarmed lest he leave telltale marks or bruises on them, Mona placed her free hand on his head to restrain him somewhat, at the same time reaching down and grasping his hefty cock with the other.

  Still noisily slurping at her tits, Tony pushed her steadily back onto the battered mattress, working a knee between her legs as he did so. Mona offered no resistance; she positioned herself for him. Finally Tony was between her legs, and she could feel the weight of his body pressing down on her. His cock was still in her hand, and unsure of what to do with it, not just a little frightened over what was going to happen, she released it. She felt the bulb of the head graze against her taut stomach, and the excitement she felt within her soared to new heights. The time was almost at hand.

  Mona had heard other girls talk about their deflowerment, and recalled their vivid descriptions of the terrible pain they had felt when the boy's cock had first ripped into them. It was the fear of this pain that made her pause for just a second, only to capitulate a moment later.

  Tony, noticing her hesitancy, raised himself for
an instant and gazed down at her lovely face. Mona gazed back at him, eyes wide. Perhaps Tony saw something of the fear in them, and realized for the first time that Mona was a virgin.

  "Is this your first time?" he whispered.

  Afraid to trust her voice, Mona only nodded. She knew that out of spite some of the boys she had dated had said they had laid her, when in fact she rarely even let them feel her up. She knew because more than one had complained that so and so had done it, how come she wasn't letting him? But Tony was different. Somehow he didn't behave as if he needed to build his ego by telling the other guys he'd made it with her. In fact, Mona was almost certain Tony would be the kind who wouldn't as much as breathe a word of what they were going to do.

  "Wow!" the boy exclaimed, grinned down at her. "I thought those other guys were feeding us a line of crap. Don't worry. You're going to enjoy it."

  "I... I know," Mona managed to murmur. "Only... t-take it a l-little easy... will you?"

  "Sure," Tony reassured her, bending to kiss her again, this time taking care to be gentle.