Chapter 1

Mona was an orphan. She had no idea if that had any relevance to her situation, but could not rule it out. Here she was, sixteen years old, according to the home’s impeccably kept records, and a normal average girl in all outward appearances.

Normal was a relative thing. Since she had no relatives, she had no idea if what she was now experiencing was normal for someone of her unknown family tree. How could it be? She wasn’t born this way. She would have noticed years ago! How could it be a trait she inherited? It couldn’t possibly be a coincidence! It had to have something to do with her ordeal of last night!

Whatever the cause, no one would consider her current horrifying predicament to be normal. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, cringing at the slight creak of the old wooden floor. Lisa Gilbert looked around, and Mona froze. Her life flashed before her eyes when Lisa glanced her way. Not that it took long, with only memories of orphanage life to flash though. The humiliating secret she had woke up with this morning was now out in plain sight!

Surprisingly, Lisa turned back to the task at hand. Humming to herself, she began cleaning the blackboard. It was like she hadn’t seen Mona. Lisa acted all the world like someone who hadn’t just caught a glimpse of her bookish loner of a classmate, standing big as life in the middle of the classroom. It was as if she took absolutely no notice of the lanky slender naked girl with her mousy brown hair tied up in a rather off centered bun.

Mona threw her left arm over her perky breasts. It was too late, but the frightened girl had no wish to have Lisa notice just how firm her nipples had grown in the last few minutes.

Why wasn’t Lisa screaming for the teacher? Mona bit her lip, trying not to let out a sound as she quivered in fear. Something else quivered. The shocking thing in her right hand twitched and pulsed. The obscene shaft of flesh seemed even harder than before!

The penis she had woke up with this morning didn’t care if Lisa saw it or not. It jutted from her loins like a twelve inch bar of iron. The plum size orbs hanging in the purse like sack of soft hairless flesh seemed to snug up tighter to her body. It was as if her new boyish parts craved attention from her snooty classmate.

Mona silently cursed herself for the perverse thing she had done. The alarming presence under her clothes had grown quite hard while she sat in her accustomed place in the back of the class. Why had noticing how, well, top heavy Mrs. Anderson was, do that to her?

As usual, nobody took notice of her. There weren’t even any snickering catty comments about her wearing the same dress she had worn to school yesterday. She sat and fidgeted in her seat, scared to death that someone would finally see the almost comical dress covered ‘Big Top’ towering up over her lap.

Mrs. Anderson hadn’t even called her name in roll call. Instead of calling out ‘Mona Smith’, the teacher had sort of looked her way, and made a mark in her ledger.

When the class filed out at the ringing of the bell, Mona had stayed behind. For reasons she could not explain, she just had to get out of her clothes! After locking the classroom door and drawing the blinds, Mona unbuttoned her rather prim dress and slipped out of it. Folding it neatly, she had slipped it into her desk.

Undoing her brassiere, she had quickly folded it and put it with her dress. Kicking off her old scuffed saddle shoes, she tugged off her knee-high socks. The hopelessly stretched out underpants went next. Before long, she stood completely naked in the classroom.

Still thinking about lovely Mrs. Anderson, Mona firmly grasped the frightful organ. She didn’t know why, but she burned with the need to, well, stroke it. Her hand moved timidly up and down the thick rigid shaft. It felt ... Good!

Of course that was the precise moment Lisa entered the supposedly empty classroom! Mona stood petrified, penis in hand. She trembled in fear when her classmate strode into the room. Why did Mrs. Anderson trust Lisa of all people with the key? What could she possibly say or do to explain what she was doing here? Her life was now over!

Or was it?

Confused, Mona quietly watched as Lisa calmly cleaned the blackboard. Seeing the teen’s firm round bottom sway seemed to calm her shattered nerves. The hand on her penis moved a little. It moved a little more.

Lisa was a stuck up snob that never gave her the time of day, but Mona now thought she could see what all the boys saw in her. Lisa wore her clothes well. The pink poodle skirt hugged her wide hips lovingly, accenting the roundness of her firm bottom. When she turned, the flair of the skirt showed an enticing length of strong shapely legs.

The crisp white top with the cute peter pan collar, really showed off her bosom. The material strained mightily over the impressive torpedo shape her brassier imposed on her considerable assets.

Lisa sat down at Mrs. Anderson’s desk and began looking through the drawers. Astoundingly, she still took absolutely no notice of Mona standing before her, naked as the day she was born.

The beautiful girl didn’t even bat an eye. She just went on with her snooping. Lisa casually searched the teacher’s desk just as if nobody was there to see her committing such a monumental breach of rules.

“Why Mrs. Anderson, you little devil.” Lisa laughed as she removed a gleaming silver flask from one of the drawers. “I doubt if you’ll report me for taking a little nip, since it’s from your very own flask!”

Mona almost laughed. Lisa was ... Drinking? She watched as the beautiful girl upended the flask and drained the contents in two gulps.

Moving closer, Mona continued abusing the inexplicable member jutting from her. Seeing Lisa breaking rules somehow seemed to, well, do something. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she felt a strange almost pressure, building deep within her.

Lisa continued looking through the desk. With a happy smile, she retrieved another prize.

“If you ever say anything about me concerning missing money,” Lisa said with a wicked laugh “I’ll just tell the principal that you keep a flask of vodka in your desk. I’ll say you started telling lies about me because I found out!”

Watching Lisa unbutton the first three buttons of her blouse and tuck a stolen ten dollar bill down her brassiere seemed to do something to Mona. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when the blouse gaped open to reveal a glorious expanse of brassiere straining breasts.

Something seemed to grow ever so close. Something was about to happen deep inside of her as she stared down Lisa’s cleavage. Her hand moved faster on the throbbing penis. The panting teen couldn’t stop now, even if her life depended on it!

“Who’s there?” Lisa asked. “I can hear you breathing!”

Looking all around, Lisa saw nothing. There was nowhere someone could be hiding. The desks were too small to conceal a person. The supply closet door was open in the back of the room. She could easily see clear into it. It was completly empty. Nobody was hiding in there.

Putting her hands on Mrs. Anderson’s desk, Lisa leaned forward as she started to rise. She never completed the motion.

With her blouse unbuttoned, Mona could see the delightful valley between Lisa’s wondrous breasts. The sight seemed to trigger something primal within her. Hand flying on her shaft, she lifted up on her toes. Standing right in front of Mrs. Anderson’s desk, something astounding happened.

Lisa was shocked when a powerful jet of glistening white goo shot right out of thin air, and spattered with a wet slap against her chest. She felt the warmth of it slithering down between her breasts and let out a scream.

“What? What’s happening!” She cried as another pulse struck her.

Lisa didn’t know what it was, but the disgusting stuff had soaked her brassiere! As more struck her, she felt it running down her tummy. Another stream spattered her between her breasts. It was flowing more freely down her now. It was in her belly button! Her blouse was channeling it to her underpants!

Mona couldn’t stop herself. Body trembling, her hand kept right on pumping. Standing in front the the teacher’s desk, she was a good five feet from Lisa. The distance didn’t seem to matter. Another jet of thick white goo blasted powerfully from her penis. Again it struck the beautiful target of Lisa’s abundant bosom!

She simply bathed the delightful bared portion of Lisa’s chest with her unending issue. Then with no conscious though, her hand made a slight adjustment of aim.

“No!” Lisa gasped, when the strange fluid plastered her in the eyes.

The next jet of white spattered her pert little nose just as she inhaled. Her sinuses stung when she accidentally snorted up some of the thick gooey slime!

“Stop! Stop right now!” she cried in fearful confusion.

It would have been better if she had kept quiet. Lisa sputtered and choked as the next blast unerringly entered her wide open mouth. Not a droplet marred her plump full lips. Her eyes crossed as the powerful stream directly struck the back of her throat and forced it’s way right down her gullet!

“Gah!” She croaked. “Oh God, I swallowed some!”

Mona couldn’t think. Her whole world was consumed by the joy of her erupting penis. The slimy white fluid was getting everywhere! Lisa’s face was corrupted with a gleaming coating of filth. Her blouse was getting soaked with it. Her heart throbbed as Lisa began to drip long gooey ropes of the strange white slop.

Lisa jumped up from Mrs. Anderson’s chair. She tried to run from the door and escape, but her Mary Jane clad foot slipped in some of the goo that ended up puddling around her feet. Sprawling on the floor, Lisa tried to ward off the nasty shower with her outstretched hands. It was no use. Over and over, nasty warm jets of slop plastered against her!

Mona staggered around the desk with penis still pulsing fluid. With unerring accuracy, she retained her aim at the frightened girl’s face and head! The white stuff looked so dingy and nasty where it landed in the beautiful luster of Lisa’s raven haired ponytail!

“What is this stuff?” Lisa gasped, unintentionally proclaiming her virginity. “It’s so salty and warm and tastes weird! What’s happening to me?”

Mona seemed to come to her senses when the incredible ecstasy of her body shaking spasms finally eased to an end. She didn’t know what to say. A sodden Lisa was sitting in a white puddle on the floor. She was looking all around her in obvious confusion. She still gave no notice that there was someone else in the room.

Turning away, Mona tiptoed back to her desk. She hurriedly wiped the last dribbles of slime off of her penis on the pages of her science text book. She hastily dressed as Lisa sat there trying to wipe the slime from her face using only her fingers. Why wasn’t the girl even acknowledging it was she that did this terrible and obscene thing?

The door opened and Mrs. Anderson strode in. She took one look at Lisa, and put two and two together. She had no way of knowing that four wasn’t the answer!

“Oh my God!” The teacher cried.

A married woman, she recognized by sight and smell just what the mess covering the soaked girl was. But there was so much! No one man could possibly squirt out that much! Twenty couldn’t do it!

“Lisa Gilbert, just how many boys have you been dallying with? It looks like the basketball, football and baseball team joined up to defile you! Don’t you worry! Give me their names and I’ll see that they are all expelled!”

“What boys?” Lisa asked. Her innocent manner only seemed to confirm her complicity in the shocking act. “I was alone, minding my own business, when all of this mess shot right out of thin air! It was like I was being sprayed by an invisible hose! Squirt, squirt squirt! It just wouldn’t stop pulsing!”

“Lisa dear, there is no need to cover up for anyone with such a ridiculous story.” Mrs. Anderson softly assured the confused girl. “I’m going to have to call your mother now to bring you some fresh clothes. I’m sure she’ll help me get to the bottom of this when she gets here. Do not move from this spot or touch anything. Understand me? I don’t want the custodian to have to clean up a bigger mess than he already has to!”

Yes ma’am.” Lisa said dejectedly as she sat and dripped gooey streamers of slime.”Please tell her to hurry!”

Lisa couldn’t stand how disgusting this felt. She shifted a little, and grimaced when the stuff sort of squelched between the cheeks of her bottom. That delightful cleft wasn’t the one she should be worried about.

Lisa was inundated with semen. Virgin or not, it didn’t matter. Her soaked clothes provided no barrier. The wetness was slowly oozing in just where it would cause a girl ‘big’ trouble!

Lisa may have been a stuck up snooty girl, but she was a ‘good’ stuck up snooty girl. No boy ever got past second base with her! In a few short weeks, an assumed bout of stomach flu would change everything. A shocked Lisa would soon hear those three little words that no single girl ever wants to hear. ‘The Rabbit Died’!

Mona was confused when the Mrs. Anderson rushed from the room and locked the door behind her. Mrs. Anderson must have seen her, but like Lisa, was totally ignoring her presence. She knew what the teacher was talking about though.

Mona was a bit embarrassed by the truly fantastic amount of gooey stuff that had shot out of her new penis. She happened to know from personal observation that it was too much by far for a singular penis possessing person to produce! Maybe a horse or elephant could manage it, but certainly not a human!

Back in the orphanage, she had once witnessed some of the older boys abuse themselves in what they called a “Circle Jerk.” The mess she had made was astonishingly more than seven healthy young men had produced between them.

Taking into account that several of the Circle Jerk boys had ‘gone off’ twice, she thought she had a fairly accurate idea of the mess ten healthy men could make. At the time, she had been fascinated by it.

Thank goodness they hadn’t realized she had been spying on them. Part of her wished they had discovered her though. The thought of what they would have done with her was scary. It made her warm all over, just the same. Late at night she often contemplated her narrow escape, while her sneaky fingers did absolutely private things under the covers.

The slimy puddle they left on the concrete floor of the basement could have been cleaned up in no time with a sponge and a bucket of soapy water. It just couldn’t hold a candle to the preposterous size of the warm gooey mess she had just discharged all over Lisa. She had positively soaked her from head to foot!

For some reason she particularly liked the way Lisa’s slimy black hair was plastered wetly to her head. Mona felt a sudden craving for a sticky glazed donut and a big glass of milk as she stared at the fantastic mess she had made of her classmate.

The miserable gooey girl sat very still on the floor. The fragrant musky run-off was slowly spreading the puddle around her. It was practically a lake! Well, maybe a very small pond, but it was huge!

Moving carefully, Mona avoided slipping in her own slop as she cautiously eased past her miserable classmate. It was a good thing Lisa didn’t know just what the slimy stuff completely covering her was. She wouldn’t be sitting so calmly on the floor with it pooling in her lap if she did! All that slime could prove very detrimental to a healthy girl’s future if even a single tiny drop seeped into a rather delicate area!

Ignorance may be bliss, but the beautiful girl was sure in for a hard time once Mrs. Gilbert saw the deplorable state she was in! Like Mrs. Anderson, Lisa’s mother was sure to recognize the slime for what it was. She’d know the stuff her daughter was soaked with was exactly like what her husband squirted out of his own penis whenever she performed her wifely duties for him!