Finishing School, Part 15

Soppy Romantic

After easing my breasts gently back into their cups and re-fastening my bra behind my back – “Don’t want ’em poppin’ out if we have to make a run for it!” – Sonya gave me a brief kiss. Then she slipped out of her black bomber jacket and put it round my shoulders. She had on a black tank top which showed off her tanned shoulders and brown arms, rippling with muscles.

“Right then, sweetie,” she said. “Hold my arm and we’ll just stroll across there like we’re takin’ a walk in the park.” I held her just above the elbow and could feel her bulging bicep, rock hard under the skin.

“God, your muscles, Sonya! I wouldn’t want to pick a fight with you!” I giggled.

“I wouldn’t let yer, Mandy. I’ll never raise a finger against yer... whatever ’appens.”

I looked at the side of her face, strong and serious, as we strode across the grass. “You really

are in love with me, aren’t you?”

“’Ave been for ages.” We walked on in silence for a moment, then she said, “It’s all right. I don’t expect nothin’ in return. No reason why you should feel anythin’ for me, ’specially after what I done, but—”

“Stop apologising, Sonya,” I said. “If you hadn’t grabbed me last Friday and ‘assaulted’ me on Monday, we wouldn’t be here now, would we? Besides, you turned me on...”

“If we only have this one evenin’ together, Mandy, then I can die ’appy.”

I smiled at her. “You’re a soppy romantic underneath this tough-nut exterior, aren’t you?”

She smiled back. “Yeah, s’pose I am. Don’t tell anyone, though. It’d ruin me street cred.”

“Who says we’ll only have this one evening, anyway?” I winked at her. “If it carries on the way it started, you might find me knocking at your door.”

“Let’s ’ope the park keeper ain’t spotted us then,” she said, as we reached the bandstand and trotted up the wooden steps. “We’ll know in five minutes. Come on, let’s sit over ’ere. You can sit on me jacket in case the seat ain’t too clean.”

There was a bench seat running around the wall of the structure. By sitting over to one side, the uprights that supported the roof hid us from the distant cottage that was now just a smudge in the gloom. I could barely make out the face of my watch that showed it was now ten to nine, just over an hour since we left the cafe.

Sonya paced back and forth impatiently, taking a quick peek at the cottage and then leaning down to hold my face and kiss my lips. After a few minutes, she said, “’E ain’t comin’, Mandy. We can carry on where we left off.”

I stood up and wrapped my arms around her broad shoulders while hers went around my waist. We snogged for a long minute, Sonya’s hands moving lower to caress and squeeze my bottom. When we came up for air, she said, “Do you want to slip that pretty dress off, so we don’t get it messed up?”

“Good idea.” I shrugged off my cardigan, unbuttoned the dress again and pulled it up over my head, Sonya helping me to wriggle out from underneath it. She folded it up carefully and laid it on the bench. I stood there, shivering slightly in only my bra, panties and stockings.

“’Ere, put me jacket on. Don’t want you gettin’ cold.” She took a step back and looked me over while I held the jacket open to let her feast her eyes. After a moment and said, “Christ, you’re something else, Mandy. My body was made for pumpin’ iron, but yours is definitely designed for one thing only... sex!”

She got down on her knees and brought her face close to my pubes. “God, you smell good, too. What’s these?” She squinted at my panties in the gloom. “Polka dots?”

“They’re little red love hearts, Sonya.”

“Well, they’re gonna have to come off. If I don’t get my tongue up your muff right now I’ll go mental.”

I slid them down off my hips. Sonya helped me step out of them and put them on top of my pile of clothes. She shuffled between my legs as I moved my feet apart and opened up my thighs for her. She reached between them, placed her hands on my buttocks and pulled me forward. She held my wide-open, dripping vagina an inch from her nose and breathed me in, then buried her face in my cunny and lapped at me like she was dying of thirst.

“Oohh. Mmm, oh God, Sonya,” I crooned. “Aaah, yeah, that’s so good.”

She licked and sucked and wriggled her tongue in my hole while I held on to her head to stop myself falling over. I’d almost cum while she was sucking on my breasts a few minutes ago, and now I was quickly soaring back up to the heights of climax heaven.

“Yeah, oh yeah, just like that,” I moaned as I began to see stars behind my closed eyelids.

“Mmmm, Hhmmm, Mmmm,” she hummed contentedly as she lapped up and swallowed my juices.

“Oh, God, Sonya,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum already...”

“Hmmm, yeah, cum for me Mandy, Mmmmmm.” She switched to sucking on my clitoris and my head exploded. The stars became sparkles of light as I held her suckling mouth to my pussy and humped her face with my hips.

“OH GOD YESSSS!” I hissed through clenched teeth as the orgasm ripped through me. I was vaguely aware that her mouth had opened to encompass my entire crotch and her tongue was wriggling up and down my throbbing snatch. My legs shook and I held on to her head for dear life.

As the jerking and humping slowly subsided, I realised my feet were off the ground and I was being held aloft by Sonya’s strong arms alone. She shuffled forward on her knees and gently placed my bottom on the bench seat while continuing to lick and suck on my pulsating pussy.

“Oh my God, Sonya,” I groaned, “that was fucking unbelievable.”

I saw her eyes staring up at me from the darkness between my thighs. She finally came up for air. “Christ, you cum good, Mandy,” she panted. “And you cum lots, don’t yer...?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I should have warned you about that. It’s like Niagara Falls sometimes.”

Sonya chuckled. “More like a shower of warm honey. Any time, girl,” she growled, “you let me know and I’ll be down on me knees.”

She went back to lapping her tongue up the length of my quivering snatch, ending each stroke with a little suck on my clit which made me twitch and spasm again. “Oh, shit, Hmmm. Oh, that’s so good, Sonya. Aaah, God, yeah.” I was gasping for breath once more. “But you’ve got stop!”

“Why? I could happily lick your pussy all night long,” she said.

“Because my legs have turned to jelly and my quim is getting over-sensitive,” I panted. “Besides, it’s my turn to get you off.”

“Would you?” she said, smiling.

“Of course, Sonya. Nothing would make me happier.” I patted the bench beside me. “Now come up here and tell me what you’d like me to do.”

Three’s A Crowd

“You’ve got long, elegant fingers, Mandy.” Sonya had taken my hand and was holding it in front of her face. In the growing darkness I saw her tongue stretch out and lick the back of my hand from wrist to the tip of my middle finger. “Always noticed them at school, when you was holdin’ yer pen, or turnin’ the pages of your book. I imagined how nice they would feel inside me cunny.”

“Well, now’s your chance,” I smiled at her, “though they have been there before – in the gym, remember?”

“Yeah, you’d just got started when Miss Bradshaw came and spoiled the party.” Sonya was on her feet now, kicking off her trainers and unbuttoning her jeans. “If yer don’t mind, I’d like to finish off that little fantasy, Mandy?”

“Of course, I’d love to.”

Sonya dropped her jeans on the bench beside me and slipped her panties down her tanned, muscle-bound thighs. In the fading light she looked like a boxer, as her quads and calves flexed while she moved on the balls of her feet. Her shaven pussy was a lighter colour than her slim hips and Sonya wiggled it as she brought it closer, stepping in between my legs.

“You’re very brown, Sonya. Do you go to a tanning salon?” I trailed my fingers up the outside of her thighs.

“Nah, they’re dangerous. I’ve got a sun lounger on the flat roof, back of our house. Go up there to exercise and relax most days.”

I slid my hands over her bony hips and on to the ridges of muscle that lay across her abdomen. “Phew! What amazing abs, Sonya. You must work at it to keep them as hard as this?”

“Yeah, but once you get into it, workouts are like a drug. They release endorphins in your brain. Yer can’t wait for the next session.” She moved her left leg to stand astride my right thigh. I slid my hands higher, underneath her tank top, reaching for her breasts.

“Ain’t got much up there, Mandy,” she said, apologetically. “I burn all the fat off.”

Undeterred I pushed my fingers over the gentle rise of her diminutive boobs and bumped into a pair of rock-hard nipples. “Great nipples, though!” I twiddled them between fingers and thumbs. “You could have someone’s eye out with these.” I smiled at her and saw the bright flash of her teeth as she smiled back.

“But your top is wet...”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “I missed your first couple of squirts – caught me unprepared.”

“Oh God! I’m sorry I soaked you, Sonya.”

“Don’t be. I loved it. And this top is not gettin’ washed. I’ll be wearin’ ‘parfum de Mandy’ from now on... or until all the cats start followin’ me around.” She giggled.

“Do you want to slip it off for now?” I suggested, “then I can suck on them while my fingers are doing the business... down here.” My right hand had dropped down to her smooth mons, the middle finger slipping into the hot damp valley beneath.

“Ooohhh!” Her sharp intake of breath showed I’d caught her unprepared again. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thanks,” she breathed, as she hoisted the top over her head and added it to the pile of clothes on the bench. Sonya was now completely naked apart from a pair of pop socks.

In the gloom her agile body looked like an elf on steroids. There was something surprisingly erotic about her hard, slender form. I pulled her towards me as my middle finger found the hot, tight entrance to her vagina. I wriggled the tip just inside, which made her gasp again.

“You ready for this, then, Sonya?” I grinned up at her.

“Yeah, well ready. Fuck me, Mandy... please?” she begged.

I plunged the finger upwards into her hot, trembling body.

“Shit!” she yelped. “Oh, God, yeah. Just like that.”

I pulled it slowly back and thrust upwards again.

“Aahh! Christ! That’s so good,” she gasped. “Another finger, please.”

It took a while to wriggle another fingertip inside the entrance alongside the first. Her pussy was damp, but incredibly tight. All those muscles seemed to exert a vice-like grip on her sex. I was afraid of hurting her.

“You sure this is okay?”

“Fuck, yeah!” she gasped. “As hard and deep as you can, Mandy.” She held her breath.

I jammed my hand upwards, spearing her tight cunny with the long, elegant fingers she had dreamed about.

“Oh, Gaawwd!” she wailed. “Again!”

I slid my left hand down to her buttocks to hold her steady, and marvelled at her steel-hard glutes and hollow bum cheeks. Then I plunged in again, right up to my knuckles, and pushed my hand as far into her hot chasm as it would go.

“Yesss!” she gasped.

I held her tight and began to piston rapidly in and out of her vagina. Sonya’s hips started to hump back and forth and her legs shook. It seemed brutal to me, but she was obviously enjoying it. She held on to my shoulders as my right arm pumped my fingers up her pussy.

“Oh, yeah. Mmmm. Aaah, yeah,” she moaned. “Another finger please, Mandy.”

“You’re joking! Your cunny’s so tight I can’t see how it’ll fit!”

“Yeah, it’ll take it. Please, Mandy....”

I withdrew, formed the tips of three fingers into the smallest shape I could and wriggled them back into the mouth of her vagina. “I’m afraid of hurting you, Sonya,” I said, as I pushed and twisted them upwards.

She was panting. “No... it’s okay... just push... bit more...”

I kept up a steady pressure, while Sonya rocked her hips. She was determined to get three fingers inside her hot little snatch, that was clear.

“Oooooh... yeah!” She sounded delighted as my fingers finally sank all the way home. I wasn’t sure I could move them. Sonya held my shoulder with one hand and reached down with the other, grabbing my wrist and pulling it upwards. Her hips started humping again and odd sounds escaped her mouth. “Fu... fu... fu... fuck... ye... ye... ye... yeah!”

As I couldn’t move my fingers, I decided to twiddle her clit with my thumb. But it bumped into a hard protrusion that felt like a mini penis sticking out. I slid my thumb around it and realised it was her clitoris – but so engorged it was about ten times the size of mine!

“God, Sonya!” I gasped. “Your clit is huge!”

“Yeah, rub it... please.”

I pressed my thumb against the side of the little torpedo and slid up and over the top, then down the other side. Up and over, up and over, my thumb barely reaching the tip at full stretch.

“It’s like a cock!”

Sonya didn’t answer. She was still humping my hand and gasping. I looked up and saw one of her bullet-shaped nipples bouncing in front of my nose. The temptation was too great. I leaned forward and sucked it.

“Yeah!” she moaned. “Bite it, please.”

I let my teeth graze the wrinkled skin and pushed the hard raspberry through them with my tongue. “Oh, yeah. Harder.”

I bit gently down the rubbery nub and nipped at the base, then sucked on it as hard as I could.

“Shit! Harder!”

She was one tough cookie. There was no way I could endure that kind of abuse. But I wasn’t going to argue with someone who was trying to devour my fingers and break my wrist. I bit and sucked, I chewed and sucked, then bit and sucked some more.

“AAHHhhh!” Her hand had moved from my shoulder and now held my head firmly against her solid chest. “More!” She gasped.

I clamped her teat hard with my teeth and attacked it with my tongue. With my right hand I was now lifting her almost off her feet. My arm was aching from the effort. God, I hope she’ll cum soo—

“AAAHHH... YESSS!” she shrieked and went into spasm, rocking and humping and shaking like she was having a fit, my head clamped in an arm-lock against her breast. I was genuinely scared for a few seconds that she would hurt herself... or me!

Then gradually, the humping hips slowed and her grip on my wrist and head slackened. Her legs shook for at least a minute as her vagina clenched and squeezed my fingers like a vice. I pulled my head back to look at her quivering thighs, the muscles dancing under her glistening skin. Then I looked up at her face to find a wide grin and round eyes.

“Awe... some!” She hissed through clenched teeth as her face slowly resumed a more orderly smile.

“God, Sonya!” I gasped. “That was intense. I thought you were having a seizure!”

“Sorry,” she panted. “Not ’ad one like that... for over a year.” She eased my hand downwards and the three fingers slipped out of her with a wet ‘plop!’. I brought my mangled digits up to my face and saw a small puddle of goo in my palm. I lapped at it with my tongue.

“Hmmm. Sweet and savoury,” I said. “Want some?”

“Go on then.” She licked up the rest of her juice and savoured it like a fine wine. “Hmm, not bad. But not as sweet as yours, Mandy.”

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her towards me, but trying to see anything in the darkness was almost impossible. “I need to inspect this in the daylight,” I said, bringing my right thumb across to brush against her massive clitoris again. “It’s amazing!”

“I was afraid you’d be grossed out by it,” she said. “I know it’s not normal.”

“Don’t be silly. We’re all different, and yours is like a little cock, it’s awesome!”

I bent forward. “May I?” I asked, sticking my tongue out.

“Help yourself,” she said, lifting her left leg and perching her foot on the bench beside me. I could just make out the head, peeking from a hood at the front of her pussy. I sucked it in my mouth and rubbed it between my tongue and lips. It felt exactly like a miniature penis.

“Aaaahhh!” she gasped as I sucked and rasped it with my tongue. She pulled back and it popped out of my mouth. “Sorry, Mandy. It’s too sensitive now. But I’d love you to do that another time... if you think there might be another time?”

I stood up and cupped her face in my hands. “How about next Friday?”

Her teeth and eyes glowed in the dark, and she kissed me. It was that soft and gentle kiss that had surprised me under the trees two hours ago. I melted into it once again.

Then I remembered I had a bus to catch and my eyes flew open.

“God, Sonya! I’ve got to catch the bus! Whatever time is it?” I stared at my wrist but couldn’t even see my watch, let alone the time.

Sonya’s face lit up as she pressed a button on the side of the chunky sports watch on her wrist. “Almost ten o’clock,” she said. “What time’s your bus?”

“Last one’s at ten thirty. I’ll have to run!”

“Nah, don’t panic. I’ll get you there on time... here’s your panties, sweetheart.”

The next ten minutes were a frantic scramble to locate and wriggle into clothes, then pull them off, turn them right side out and wriggle into them again. Eventually, we were decent enough, we hoped, and set off to find our way out of the park. I snagged my stockings on twigs as I scrambled through the gap in the fence, but there was no time to worry over them as we set off on a race to beat the bus to the bus stop.

“You meant what you said about next Friday, Mandy?” asked Sonya when we got to the bus stop and stood there trying to catch our breath.

“Yeah. Why not? I’d love to... if you would?”

“Tonight’s been a dream come true.” She smiled. “I’ll try and find somewhere better than the bandstand next week – look, here’s your bus!”

We parted with a kiss and I scrambled on board, spending most of the journey home trying to get my dress buttons in the right holes and peeling off my torn and laddered stockings. Then I remembered my mum had sent me off with a condom. She, at least, wouldn’t be too shocked by my appearance... or so I hoped!

Next time – A grilling from Mandy’s mum, before Natalie stays for a sleepover and brings an astonishing present. How do the girls cope with King Kong? Will they get caught in bed together? And what is Natalie’s kinky shower secret? Find out in – Finishing School, part 16 – Best Of Both Worlds.