Finishing School, Part 18

King Kong Calling

I was vaguely aware of movement, but was in sleep too deep and peaceful to respond. A sound, like someone drinking water, and then a giggle, made me open one eye. In the dim light coming through my bedroom curtains I saw a naked girl. She was holding something in her hand and struggling with some kind of strap at her hip. My hand flopped out of bed. “Natalie?” I groaned.

“Sshhh!” She stepped towards me and whispered, “I’m pleased you’re awake. You can help me with this.” She turned so I could reach the strap. I clipped it together and my hand lingered on her bare bottom. It looked like a peach in the soft light.

“Go on then,” she whispered, moving closer so that my fingers slipped down the valley between her lush cheeks. “You know you want to.” My middle finger brushed over her puckered anus and did a couple of circuits before drifting on to the soft, wet chasm beyond.

“Yeah,” she breathed over her shoulder as she bent forward. “I need that finger. I need it inside me... right now.” It slid effortlessly into her vagina.

“Ohhh, yeah. Deeper,” she whispered. I thrust it inside her, which made her moan, “Mmm... more.”

“Come closer sweetie,” I said, reaching over with my other hand to pull her hips towards me. She bent further as I slipped index and middle fingers in together. I pushed again, going much deeper this time.

“Oh, God, yesss,” she hissed, as I held her hips and pumped my fingers deep into her cunny. Then I turned my hand and curled them to stroke the ribbed patch of her G-spot. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes,” she gasped.

And then, to my surprise, she turned her head and whispered, “stop!”

I froze in mid thrust. “Are you okay, kitten?”

She moved forward and my fingers slipped out of her with a faint ‘plop’.

“Yeah. Don’t want to cum yet.” Natalie turned and kissed me on the lips. “Want to cum when you do.”

She took my hand and wrapped it round the thick black cock protruding from her groin. “King Kong will do us both. Now hop out of bed, Mandy, and get on your knees.” She smiled wickedly. “It’s time I fucked your brains out again.”

I slid on to the floor and checked my bedside clock. It was six-twenty and my parents had set their alarm for seven. Maybe there was time to do this and not get caught. I hoped so.

“Move your legs apart, lover,” Natalie whispered in my ear.

I shuffled my knees apart on the rug and felt her fingers slide up and down my already hot snatch. She dipped them inside me, “Aaah! Yeah!” I grunted under my breath.

“Good,” she hissed in my ear, “you’re wet already, so I’ll dispense with the preliminaries.”

Next second I felt the rounded rubbery head of the dildo sliding up and down between my pussy lips, spreading my juices around. One of Natalie’s hands held my hips steady, while the other guided the cock to my vagina entrance. I braced my elbows on my mattress and took a deep breath.

“Relax, darling,” whispered Nat as the pressure increased. “Let me in, let me in... by the hair on my chinny chin chin.”

The line from a nursery rhyme seemed entirely out of place, but it made me laugh and as I did, the head of King Kong popped inside me.

“Aaaahhh!” It started out as a gasp and ended up as a sigh.

With both hands holding my hips, Natalie shuffled and shifted gently, easing the monster dildo further up my love canal.

“Yesss... slowly!” I hissed between my teeth.

“He’s halfway home, honey,” she crooned in my ear. “Just relax and let him slide all the way in.”

I wiggled my hips a little and felt the cock shift deeper inside. Although it still felt huge, there was something primal and natural about my vagina being filled in this way. I had a sudden vision of women throughout the ages, millions of them, on their knees being filled up with cocks just like this. It made me feel like I’d come of age and joined the womanhood. I was now one of them. I was getting fucked.

“Almost there,” whispered Natalie. “How’s it feel?”

“Fucking awesome!” I said.

“Hold still then. Let’s get the last bit in...” She held my hips firmly and with small thrusts from her hips, inched the last of King Kong into my body. “There. You’ve got the lot now, babe.”

I reached between my legs with my left hand and felt the rubbery balls pressed snugly against my clitoris. “That’s amazing!” I whispered.

“Rest for a second.” Natalie lay her chest on my back. I could feel the hard buttons of her nipples moving against my skin as she breathed. She moved her hands from my hips to my dangling breasts and began to squeeze them gently.

“Oh, yeah. That’s lovely!” I said. She was stroking my breasts downwards, kneading the areolas and pulling the nipples like she was milking a cow. It felt deliciously decadent, and I would have gladly stayed like that all day, but her hands now moved to my shoulders and gripped them as if she was getting ready to—

“Awww, fuck!” I gasped, as Natalie drove the dildo deeper with a shove of her hips.

“Standby for lift-off!” she whispered, as she picked up the pace and plunged the cock again and again into my vagina. She moved her hands back to my hips and swung her pelvis forward like a battering ram.

“Oooh, fuck!” I seemed to be losing my vocabulary.

“Like that, hmm?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

She rammed the cock so that its balls rubbed my clit, sending out ripples of delight. I guessed the ribbed pad was doing the same for her, judging from her gasps and moans.

“Good... ’cos there’s... lots more... to come...” Nat’s breathing was getting ragged now as she started to climb the slippery slope to climax with me.

“Oh, yeah... Mmm, fuck me.... God, that’s... sooo good!” I mumbled in time with her thrusts. I was seeing stars behind my closed eyelids

“Nearly there... nearly there...” she chanted as her hips slapped against my buttocks.

“Oh, God... Nat, I’m... cum... cum... cumming... Aahh... YESS!”

“Mmm... me too... me too... yeah... oh, fuck YEAH!”

She held my hips tight and shuddered as the climax rocked her. It sent waves of ecstasy rippling through my pussy up to my breasts and down my legs. They shook and quivered as the cum-fest overtook us.

I don’t know how long we knelt there, humping and twitching together in the afterglow of ecstasy, but I finally came to my senses when I reached back to touch the rubber balls that were squished against my clitty. As my fingers cupped them, I realised they were dripping... onto my bedside rug!

“Shit! Natalie, we’re dripping all over the floor!” I hissed. “We need to clean up, quick!”

I glanced at my bedside clock. It was six forty-five. Fifteen minutes before my parents’ alarm rang and Mum started banging on my door.

“Sorry, I was lost in the moment there,” she said dreamily.

“Pull out, Nat. We’re kneeling in a puddle!”

She pushed on my bum as she extracted the dildo. There was a comical slurping sound as the big black cock slid back and finally plopped out of my cunny. I grabbed the towel off the bed and started mopping my crotch and legs frantically, but Natalie sat on her heels with the dripping Kong protruding from her pelvis, a silly grin on her face.

I kissed her roughly and play-slapped her cheek. “Ow!” her eyes opened wide.

“Help me clean up, Nat, or we’re both fucked... in more ways than one!”

She finally got the message and took over towel duty as I wriggled into my panties, nightie and dressing gown. “Must dash to the loo!” I told her. “Back in a mo.”

Between trips to the bathroom, mopping the floor and hiding King Kong in my wardrobe, the minutes ticked by. When I heard the distant tinkling of their alarm clock, we had ourselves and my bedroom reasonably well sorted. I’d opened my window to let in the breeze and sprayed air freshener to cover up the musky smell of sex.

When the knock came, Natalie was snuggled up in the Z-bed and our two pairs of slippers were strategically placed on the rug to cover up the damp patch. I unlocked the door and my mother’s head peeped round it.

She took in the scene and smiled. “Hope you girls slept well?” she said, cheerily. “I’ll pop down and put the kettle on. Your father’s in the bathroom, Mandy, but when he comes out you two might want to get washed before breakfast. There’s going to be a queue otherwise.”

“Okay, Mum,” I said. “We’ll get a shower and be down in ten minutes.”

Ten minutes turned out to be hopelessly optimistic, especially when Natalie and I decided we could save time by taking a shower together. We started out shampooing our hair, my long black curly locks and Nat’s short brown coif, but then took turns to wash each other’s backs. Inevitably, hands slipped around to caress and squeeze breasts, and down to plumb the warm depths between our thighs.

“Oh, God, Nat. That’s so nice,” I moaned as she pushed me back against the tiles and slipped her fingers in my fanny. “But we don’t have time... do we?”

“Course we have,” she grabbed my right hand and thrust it into her pussy. “There’s always time for a quickie.”

We stood there under the warm spray with our mouths mashed together and our hands working frantically in each other’s cunny. It felt utterly wonderful and rather relaxing after the energetic cock-bashing I’d experienced earlier. Natalie’s fingers gently circled my clitoris and occasionally slipped into my hot and tender vagina.

Her clit, which had been well and truly ravaged by the knobbles on the dildo’s pad, was less receptive to my fingers. “Put them inside me, please, Mandy,” she whispered. I was happy to oblige and soon found a comfortable rhythm, plunging two of them upwards and curling them to rub her G-spot.

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned, her lips now on my neck. “Would you do something for me, lover?”

“Of course. You know I’d do anything for you, Nat. What will get you off, sweetie?”

Natalie turned her hips sideways. “Your other hand... finger my bum, would you?”

“Sure,” I smiled and slid my left hand down her back, into the valley between her cheeks and circled her tight little anus with the tip of my middle finger. “Like that?”

“Mmm, it’s nice. Try pushing it in.”

This was a different one, but I was up for anything if it helped float her boat. I curled my finger and pressed gently against the puckered opening. With a wriggle the tip began to enter a new dark and forbidden territory.

“Yeah, that’s good.” she gasped. “Shove it right in, please Mandy.”

My finger slipped deeper and deeper as her anus relaxed. It felt hot and moist in there and I soon got my rhythm going again, alternating thrusts between the two in her vagina and the one up her bum. Natalie’s hips took on a life of their own, humping back and forth to meet my finger thrusts. She started panting and her legs began to shake.

“Oh, God... Oh yeah... That’s it... Don’t stop,” she breathed hoarsely. And then she was hanging on to my neck as her body twitched and shook, tiny grunts coming from her throat, her climax a joy to behold.

She lifted her head and kissed me. “That was awesome, Mandy. Hope you didn’t mind...?”

“Course not! I didn’t know your bum was so sensitive. It was lovely to make you cum.”

“Your turn, girlfriend,” she said, pushing my arms away to release my fingers from their respective holes. “You might want to wash that one,” she smiled as she held up my left wrist.

As I rinsed it under the shower spray, I was aware of her squatting and pushing my knees apart. Natalie’s tongue wriggled into my sopping pussy before she looked up and smiled again.

“What’s it to be, lover?”

“Clitty, please. My hole’s totally Konged out!”

She nodded, held my thighs wide and licked my tender bud delicately. Nat then closed her lips over it and proceeded to suck and tongue it with changing speeds and intensities. It was heavenly.

“Mmm, yeah. Just like that. Oh, God... so good,” I mumbled, as waves of pleasure rippled out from my pelvis.

I cradled her head with one hand and squeezed my breasts with the other as my next orgasm rose up to meet me. In less than a minute I was gasping for breath as it carried me away to cloud nine. She sucked, I twitched. Over and over and over.

When I finally came down, I realised we had seriously overstayed our ten-minute shower time and probably used all the hot water too. Feeling guilty, I gave Natalie a quick kiss of gratitude and said we must dash or be in big trouble. We dried, brushed teeth and scampered back to my room for clothes in a race against time.

My promised ten minutes was actually more like half an hour before Natalie and I arrived in the kitchen, to be greeted with smells of coffee and toast and a frown from Mum. “Right, Brian,” she said, “you can get washed next while I sort Natalie and Mandy’s breakfast.” He shuffled off towards the stairs.

“Thanks, Mum. But we can get our own if you want to go and get showered too.”

“Okay, dear. There’s fresh tea in the pot and coffee if you want it. Toast, cereals... help yourselves.” She bustled out of the kitchen and left us to it.

For some reason we both seemed to have developed a ravenous appetite and polished off bowls of crispies and rounds of toast and jam, in between winks and giggles.

“So,” said Natalie in a low voice. “Do you think your Mum still suspects us, or is your boyfriend ploy putting her off the scent?”

“She’s very happy with the boyfriend idea, Nat. I’m just dreading she’s going to ask him round for tea.” I munched toast and thought for a moment. “I think we’re okay for now, but we’d better not take too many chances.”

“And how happy are you with the boyfriend idea?” she asked. It was a loaded question.

“You know the answer to that one,” I said. “I still fancy boys and probably always will, Nat. But hell will freeze over before I go out with Nathan bloody Barras again!”

“So... Sonya’s your ‘boyfriend’ now, is she?”

I could see where this was leading. “Look, Nat. We’ve had a fantastic night and a lovely morning. We’ve got a great day at the beach coming up. So let’s just enjoy it and not spoil it by asking questions you don’t want the answers to.”

I checked the hallway to make sure no parents were within earshot. “You know I love you, Natalie, and I always will.” I reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “I’m just not ready to commit to an exclusive relationship yet. We’re only eighteen, we’re off to uni soon, and there’s no telling what life has in store for us.”

“I know,” she said, sadly.

“Come on,” I said, eager to change the subject. “Help me wash these dishes and we can go sort out our stuff for the beach. I’ve got a new bikini you’ve not seen.” I winked at her.

Natalie’s eyes lit up. “Are you going to put it on and show me?”

“On one condition...”

“Hmmm?”

“You keep your hands to yourself... at least until we get to the beach. Otherwise we’re going to get caught for sure!”

Next time – A day at the beach brings a double surprise. What happens amongst the dunes and who is Darren from Swaffham? Find out in ‘Finishing School, Part 18’ cumming soon. This is an extract from Finishing School by Arabella Maghri, which is my pen name. You can find the whole story and more on the mighty Zon.