Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a per�sonal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are now only begin�ning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed to discover that we are not different, naughty or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
COMING WITH THE BABYSITTER-a shocking story, certainly, but one which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Carly's tits were heavy and full, and they swung out from her chest as she bent to slip on her white lace panties. The teenager straightened up and watched herself in the mirror as the big tits settled back into place. She was losing her summer tan, she noticed, but the skin was still brown almost to the nipples. Only the lower swells, sweeping up from her rib cage, were pale and milky.
She smiled, remembering the tiny bikini she'd dared to wear that summer. It had barely covered her pussy. She'd bought it on the sly, without her parents' knowledge, and she only wore it down at the beach, well away from home. It had driven all the boys crazy, and she'd had her hands full fighting them off. Older, full-grown men were even more interested, it seemed. She began to worry about the looks she was getting from them. She didn't quite know what they meant.
She raised her hands and cupped both tits, hefting them, testing their weight. Her tits had really grown in the past couple of years. Now they were ripe and full, a woman's tits. The split of her cleavage was deep and sexy. The tits wobbled against each other like liquid-filled balloons.
Her thumb tips tilted up and flicked the stubby nipples, and she watched in amazement as the already thick brown tips began to grow longer. They were swelling, telescoping right before her eyes. Her nipples were stiff and horny to the touch. In seconds they were more than a half inch long and still growing. They pointed up to the ceiling.
She let go of her tits quickly and turned away from the mirror, blushing prettily. What was the matter with her? All summer long she'd resisted the horny boys down at the beach. She'd told herself again and again that she wasn't interested in fucking, that she was much too young. And here she was getting hot and bothered all by herself in her bedroom.
She slipped on a lacy bra and a light blouse and tugged on a pair of tight blue jeans. She had to stop thinking of these things. She was going to be late down at the Hobsons' house. It was never good to be late the first time she babysat for someone.
Luckily, the Hobsons didn't live too far away. She walked briskly, and was knocking on the front door five minutes before she was scheduled to be there. Mrs. Hobson welcomed her and showed her where everything was. The kids were already sleeping, and it looked like she was in for a very quiet evening.
"There's just one thing, dear," Mrs. Hobson said. "We have a boarder living in the basement. So if you hear any noise down there, don't worry about it. It'll only be Arnold. He's a student and quite harmless."
Carly smiled and said she would be fine and soon Mr. Hobson entered and herded his wife to the door. He was a rather good-looking man, Carly thought, and she wished she had a chance to talk to him as well. He eyed her tits with appreciation, she noticed, as he gave her the once-over. All he had time for was a smile and a wink, and he and his wife were gone.
Carly settled down on the couch with a magazine and let her thoughts drift again. More and more these days, it seemed, she was thinking about men. She couldn't help it. They looked at her so strangely. Was it just because her tits had grown so, or was it something else? She was pretty, she knew that. But then so were a lot of other girls. It was all so confusing.
Maybe she should start going steady with someone. Most girls in school had boyfriends, and they never seemed confused or ill at ease, the way she often was. Several boys had expressed an interest in her, and not just the way the boys down at the beach had. There was Robin Fraser, for example. And John Kendall. They were both nice, sensible boys. And they were both quite smart.
But then again, she wasn't that interested in having a boyfriend. She didn't feel ready for it, somehow. She certainly didn't want to start spending all her time with just one person. There were so many interesting people to meet, so many new things to try. There was no point in getting involved until she was ready for it.
There was a sudden bumping noise, as if something had been dropped on the floor somewhere. She remembered what Mrs. Hobson had said about Arnold in the basement. Then there was another noise, louder than the first, and she thought she heard someone call out. She stood up and strode to the door which led downstairs.
"Is everything okay? Are you all right?" she called out, stepping gingerly down the steps into the basement.
A young man in his early twenties stared up at her, his face red and angry. He was struggling with a piece of equipment Carly didn't recognize. It looked like a camera tripod, but she wasn't really sure. She was paying more attention to the young man, who was really quite cute.
"I'm fine. Who are you?" he asked, his attitude suddenly changing. He became very calm and attentive and seemed to forget all about his struggle with the equipment.
Carly told him and he nodded slowly, letting his eyes roam up and down her lush young body as she took the last couple of steps into the basement. Even when she wore a bra, the thick stubs of her nipple showed through her clothes. There was nothing she could do about it.
"You're sure prettier than the last few babysitters," he said, shoving the tripod to one side. "It's about time they hired a looker."
Carly blushed, then felt silly for doing so. The young man seemed so much older than her, somehow, and for some reason she wanted to appear more mature than she was. He wasn't at all like the boys she met in school or at the beach. He didn't seem interested in impressing her.
"Am I disturbing you or anything?" she murmured, glancing round the room.
Apart from a desk and some books, the only other thing in the room was an enormous bed.
"Naw. Stay and keep me company. I was trying to set up this fucking tripod, but it's busted. I'll have to manage without it."
"Are you a photographer?"
"Smart girl. When I'm not busting my ass at that fucking college on the hill, I'm a photographer. A damn good one too, I might add."
Carly had never heard anyone swear so much. Once in a while the boys she knew came out with a four-letter word, just to shock her. But most of the time they spoke respectfully around her, as if there were something about her beauty which scared them a little. This guy didn't seem to be thinking of those things.
"Want your picture taken?" he asked suddenly, as if he'd just thought of it. "You'd make a great subject."
"Oh, I don't think so. I'm not dressed for it."
"So what? You can always get undressed for it."
He winked at her and rolled his eyes and reached for a camera that lay on his desk. He slung it around his neck and came toward her, urging her back till she stood directly in front of the bed. He flipped on a light and snapped a couple of quick pictures of her lovely young face.
"Ohhhh! I wasn't ready for that!" she laughed. Again, she blushed prettily.
"Just relax. This is only a bit of fun," he coaxed. He stepped forward quickly and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. He was back snapping pictures before she knew what had happened.
"Are you a good photographer?" she asked, to hide her nervousness. Her breath was coming faster all of a sudden and she felt a bit funny inside.
"The best," he said. Then he seemed to be dissatisfied about something. He stepped forward again and unbuttoned two more studs on her blouse. The lovely brown slopes of her tits were visible now for the first time.
"I ... I feel silly," she muttered, fluttering her hands about. "Maybe I should go back upstairs."
He snapped two more pictures of her. "Do me a favor. Unbutton your blouse all the way, will you? And hold back the halves so that I can see your tits and all."
To her amazement, Carly found herself doing exactly as she was told. She felt like a helpless little girl being told what to do by a tough teacher. She undid her blouse all the way and let him have a clear view of her tits packed in their tiny lace harness.
"Beautiful. Just great," he praised, snapping away. "You have fucking gorgeous tits."
This time Carly stopped herself from blushing in time. She just smiled coyly and tried to look sexy for the camera. She was determined not to come across like a silly little girl in front of this fellow. It was time to start acting like a grown-up.
"That's good. Look sexy like that," he coaxed. "Stare into the camera as if you wanted nothing better than a good fuck. Look horny as hell."
It was harder not blush this time, but somehow she managed it. She didn't know how to look horny, not really. The best she could do was lick her lips nervously and blink once or twice. The photographer seemed very pleased.
"Fucking great. These shots are going to be great. Now, unhook your bra and toss it off, why don't you? Let's get a proper look at those gorgeous tits of yours."
Carly hesitated for the first time. At the back of her mind something was saying stop right here. If she went ahead, there was no telling what might happen. On the other hand, if she didn't go on, she might never forgive herself. She was curious and excited. And she didn't want to appear to be an inexperienced little fool in front of this handsome young man.
Slowly, she reached up and unsnapped the front clasp of her lacy white bra. She folded both hands over the cups and stayed like that a moment or two while his camera clicked rapidly. Then she let her hands slip, and the bra cups with them, a fraction at a time.
More and more brown tit came into view till at last the upper circles of her nipples were showing. She paused for just a second, then let her hands fall away altogether. The lush thick stubs of her nipples themselves burst free, nut-brown and swollen to well over half an inch.
"Jesus Christ," the photographer grunted. "Those nipples for real, little girl?" He could almost feel his mouth watering at the sight of the horny stubs, and for the first time there was a definite stirring in his cock.
Carly smiled shyly and dropped her bra to the bed. For some reason she didn't feel shy and nervous. Here she was showing off her naked tits to a virtual stranger, and yet all she could do was smile. She was pleased and flattered that he found her nipples so interesting.
He was moving in closer to her, snapping pictures furiously. He motioned her to sit on the bed and then had her lean this way and that so her tits lolled and rolled about, forming different shapes on her chest. Then he reached over a night table and tossed her a small bottle of something.
"Here, spread this about on your tits. Rub it all about. Especially on the nipples. It'll make them shine and look pretty for the camera." He was kneeling on the bed now, very close to her, and she was propped up on one elbow, practically lying down.
"On my nipples?" she purred. It was funny, she thought, but she'd already reached the stage where nothing seemed weird. She upended the bottle and began to spread the oily liquid about on her tits.
"That's it. Lots and lots of it," he instructed. "Rub the nipples and make them stick up good."
Carly poured a fair amount of oil high up on her chest and the stuff drooled down over her tits and into her cleavage. Her long slender fingers spread the oil all over her wobbling tits, making them glisten strangely. She poured more goo on each stiff nipple, and the liquid dripped off the long stubs lewdly.
"That's great. Just fucking great," the photographer mumbled. "Now lay back and let me get some close-ups of those wet tits."
He was kneeling right next to her and Carly began to feel very strange as she lay there across the bed, naked to the waist. Her belly and crotch were aching in a nice way and she was breathing funny. She had a sudden urge to reach out and touch him.
"Did I do it right? Should I pour some more?" she wondered. Her nipples were wet and shiny and they jutted up nearly an inch from their puffy circles.
"In a second. I'll get you to pour it all over the place in a second." He was leaning close to her tits, clicking his camera madly. "We'll give your cunt a good soaking soon."
Carly stared at him in disbelief. Was he serious? For the first time she realized how far she had let things go. She was half naked on a bed with a strange young man. She was allowing him to take pictures of her. Maybe she should stop and think before she went any further. "All finished," he said suddenly. "Now, let's take down your pants." He straightened up and let his camera dangle loosely around his neck. He stared down at her humorously.
"I shouldn't be letting you do this to me," she said shyly. "I shouldn't be doing this."
But slowly her fingers reached down and undid the stud of her tight blue jeans. She unzipped her fly, lifted her ass off the bed, and started to shove her pants down her thighs. She was flat on her back on the bed and her wet tits gleamed erotically and wobbled from side to side.
He didn't say a word, but simply watched her as she struggled to force her tight jeans off her hips. She soon had them midway down her thighs, and all that was shielding her cunt was the tiny white lace triangle of her panties. The triangle was only inches across and wisps of pussy hair peeked over the top.
"You'll have to pull them the rest of the way," she prompted, letting go of her tangled jeans. She gazed up at him in expectation.
He smiled, and quietly tugged the jeans down over her knees and off altogether. Then he paused to study her lush young body draped out across the bed. Her blouse was still hooked around her shoulders, but it did nothing to hide her huge tits. The only other thing she wore was the brief triangle of white lace with its tiny strings looped over her hips.
"What a fucking sight you are," he murmured softly. He snapped several more pictures and then placed the camera to one side.
Her body was without a single flaw, as far as he could see. It was a perfect teenaged body, all slender thighs and flat brown belly and swollen, bulging tits. Even her face was gorgeous, clear-skinned and girlish, with a full, sexy mouth and big blue empty eyes. Her hair was bright blonde and set in pretty curls about her face. Her cunt muff matched her hair color, he noticed.
She watched him closely, wondering what he would do next. Her tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing. She was about to say something, to ask him what he wanted her to do when, to her amazement, he dipped his head and stuck his tongue into her quivering navel. She gasped, sucked in air. But he wasn't finished yet.
His head moved downward, his tongue licking and teasing her lower belly as he went. He had both hands hooked under the strings of her panties at her hips, as if he were about to pull them down. Yet he didn't. His lips left her naked skin and began kissing her through her panties-lower and lower, over her pussy hair, till finally his mouth found the lips of her cunt.
He began licking and sucking, gnawing at her cunt flesh through the taut lace of her white panties. His tongue poked at her cunt slit and wet her crotch. Soon her damp cunt and crotch hair showed through the panties.
CHAPTER TWO
Carly couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her fists clutched at the tangled coverlet and she craned her neck to see what Arnold was doing between her legs. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and hooked her knees up. Her pussy felt like it was melting under his probing tongue.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she grunted, biting her bottom lip.
He was plucking up the fabric of her panties between his lips then letting it fall back into place.
"You like this? You like to have your cunt licked?" He leered up at her from between her scissored legs.
"Yes! Ohhhh God, yes!" she moaned, half out of her mind with lust. "Don't stop! Oh please, don't stop!"
He forced his mouth back onto her wet crotch and began kissing and licking her pussy through her panties once more. Once in a while he paused to examine the shape of her cunt through the soggy material. Her cunt lips had swelled open. They were gaping wide and flattened under the panties. Her crotch hair was mashed down and soaking.
"Oh God! Oh God! Don't stop!" she whimpered. He head had begun to roll from side to side on the bed.
But suddenly he did stop. He raised his greasy face from her crotch and looked her in the eye. Then he tugged down on her soggy panties, drawing them off the slice of her cunt where they seemed to be glued. He had to force her legs together to draw them down. Then he tossed them to the other side of the room.
Carly whimpered and groaned and spread her legs again as soon as she could. He dipped his face back into her crotch and started gnawing on her cunt all over again. But this time he could stick his tongue inside her pussy and wriggle it around, teasing her cunt flesh hungrily. Her entire cunt seemed to be turning inside out for him.
It felt so much better without her panties on, and she lifted her ass off the bed and forced her crotch onto his mouth wantonly. There was a deep arch in her back and her tits rolled every which way on her chest. Her upper body still glowed under its rich coating of oil.
"I didn't know ... I didn't know I could feel so good!" she panted. "I feel so . . . strange!"
He plucked and gnawed at her cunt flesh with his lips, circled his tongue around and around her swollen clit. Great rubbery folds of skin had wriggled from between her cuntlips and they throbbed there under his mouth. A slimy juice was rolling down her cunt walls.
"Time for more oil. And a few more pictures," he said, suddenly raising up from her crotch. His face shone with grease.
"No! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she squealed.
But he stood up, reached for another camera, retrieved the bottle of oil from where it had fallen on the bed. She seemed in no condition to apply any more oil, herself. She was writhing and curling with lust. He simply poured a great pool of the stuff onto her belly and watched it spread.
Right away her hands began smearing the liquid into her skin. As far gone as she was, she seemed to enjoy the feel of the fluid on her belly. She rubbed it all over herself, even as low as her pubic hair and cunt. And he began snapping pictures of her again.
But soon he had another idea. He fumbled in a night table and hauled out a fake plastic cock about a foot long. He smeared it quickly with oil and handed it to her. He didn't have to tell her what to do with it. She clutched it immediately and began poking about in her crotch with it.
"Attagirl! That's it!" he praised. He leaned down over her and continued clicking his camera. But his movements were a little restricted now. He had a huge hard-on and his jeans were bulging.
"Ooooooh! Oooooh!" Carly moaned. She had hooked the head of the fake cock between her cunt lips and was circling it around, as if she wanted to make the gaping hole even wider than it was. The gooey oil from her pubic hair drooled down over her pussy flesh and made it gleam. The huge dildo fucked into her cunt with no trouble.
"Perfect. Beautiful," commented Arnold. He held his camera about a foot away from Carly's pussy.
"Oooooh! Ooooooh!" she whimpered. The head of the dildo and three inches of plastic cock had disappeared between the soggy pink folds of her pussy. Her fist held the gadget tightly and twisted it every which way, fucking it into her cunt.
When about six inches of fake cock had disappeared, she started fucking the thing back and forth, stuffing herself with the prick then pulling it back till only the head stayed lodged between her cuntlips. The fingers of her free hand pried open the wet cunt slabs and held them there. She moaned continuously now and her head tossed back and forth on the bed.
"Great. Fantastic," he croaked, adjusting the position of his prick in his pants. His enlarged cock was growing more and more uncomfortable as he worked. He could even feel moisture at his cock tip.
Carly's fist screwed the fake cock in some more, and now eight or nine inches of the gadget had disappeared into her slimy cunt. She set up a steady fucking rhythm, and the dildo made wet squelching noises as it was sucked in and out of her pussy. Her cunt lips were warped out of shape around the fucking cock.
Arnold stood up, snapped several shots of her writhing body. The oil was glistening on her skin, making it a rich golden brown. Her lovely platinum hair had begun to stick to her face. Her tits wobbled and glowed like Jello on her heaving chest. It was all too much for the excited photographer.
He groaned deeply and shoved his camera to one side on a night table. Then he hauled his shirt off quickly and unzipped his pants. His cock swung up from his crotch as his jeans slid down his legs. He stepped out of them and took his stiff prick in hand, priming it slowly. His cock was eight inches long and swollen thickly. It throbbed in his fist.
Carly was barely aware of what was going on! All she knew was that her cunt was stuffed with plastic cock and she felt wonderful. She never wanted the feeling to end. She whimpered softly in her throat and bit at her bottom lip. Her fist pumped up and down steadily.
But then there was a strong hand on her wrist. The dildo was being pulled from her cunt. Her pussy felt empty and cold, and she lifted her head to see what was happening. She opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out except the silly childish whimper. She felt helpless and strange.
Almost at once things changed again. Her cunt was blocked by something hot and hard and wet. She fell back on the bed with her eyes closed. She didn't care what it was that was poking at her pussy. It felt wonderful, and that was all that mattered. She lifted her ass off the bed and tried to impale herself on the hard object.
Arnold was kneeling on the bed between Carly's spread legs. He had pressed his huge cockhead against the gaping wet hole of her cunt and now he was pressing forward, fucking his prick into her. Her cuntlips were folding over his prick and sucking it in hungrily.
He watched his cock disappear, inch by inch. Her cunt was so wet and slick. In fact this whole thing had been easy. It hadn't taken any persuading or seducing at all, really. She had let herself be stripped and oiled and fucked with virtually no resistance. He couldn't believe his good luck.
She was moaning with fuck-lust. Her fingers were pulling her cuntlips apart, making them wider for him. For just a moment her eyes focused and locked on his. Her mind seemed to clear for just an instant.
She whispered up at him, her voice choked with pleasure. "I shouldn't be letting you do this to me. I shouldn't be letting you." Her eyelids half closed.
"Then why are you?" he asked reasonably. Five inches of his hard cock had vanished up her greasy cunt. He moved forward slowly.
For a while she didn't answer. Her eyes closed altogether and she was biting her lower lip again. Then she was staring up at him again with her lovely blue eyes. When she spoke her voice was very low and tense. She seemed to be having a hard time controlling herself.
"I love it. It feels so good," she grunted.
He smirked at her and shoved the last couple of inches of hard cock into her cunt. Then he gripped the insides of her thighs, forced them up and back, so that her legs were spread wide and scissored. Her clogged cunt was tilted up for him. He began to fuck her steadily, fucking his prick in to the balls and pulling back so that only his bloated cockhead was stuck inside.
"What do you love? Tell me. Say it," he wheezed. "I want to hear you tell me how much you love my cock."
Her head was rolling from side to side and she had a hard time talking. But she gasped and groaned and told him what he wanted to hear. What made it easier was that she meant every word she said.
"I love to fuck. I love your cock," she moaned. "Please don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Shove your hard cock all the way inside me and don't ever stop. I love it! I love your hot hard cock."
He grinned at her and speeded up his fuck-lunges into her pussy. His huge prick was fucking in and out of her easily, like a greased piston. The surface of his cock shone with a heavy coating of cunt grease. His ass chugged up and down, tensing and flexing and pumping. He started to take deep, gasping breaths.
"Fuck me deep. Like that! Cram your cock all the way in me," she groaned. "I love it, I love it, I love it. Cock-cock-cock!"
Her hands fluttered about aimlessly, in search of something to settle on. She wished she could grab his cock, feel it, squeezed it, pump his prick. She wished she could clutch his balls, play with them, tickle them, milk up whatever was inside. Finally her hands settled on her wobbling wet tits. She massaged them and tweaked the swollen nipples.
"And what about when I come?" he panted, really fucking his cock into her hard. "What do you want me to do then?"
The way he was glaring down at her, she knew he didn't care about the answer to this question. He was going to do whatever he wanted. He didn't need her opinion. But she knew he wanted her to keep talking. To keep talking dirty. It seemed to turn him on. And what was more, it turned her on, too.
"Come inside me. Shoot me full of stuff," she groaned, only half aware of what she was talking about. "I want you to. I want you to shoot all your cum inside me."
She was glaring up at him wildly now. Her face was coated with a fine film of sweat. Her belly rippled and jerked each time he lunged into her. Her fingers gripped her tits and became greasy with all the oil that was still shining on them. She didn't care what he did to her. She felt too good to care about anything except his cock in her cunt.
"Oh yeah. Oh yeah," was all he answered.
He was fucking her hard now, plunging his cock in and out of her pussy faster and faster. His balls swung about wildly and smacked again and again into her crotch.
Carly had never felt so good in her life. She didn't want this wild experience to end. All she wanted to do was keep fucking forever. She gripped her tits tightly and moaned tensely. Her lips folded back from her teeth in a weird snarl. He was fucking her so hard now, her whole body was quaking.
"Such a sweet little cunt. Such a hot little pussy," he grunted. He pressed her thighs back and fucked his big cock every which way in her steaming pussy. And then he threw his head back and groaned.
He was coming. Steaming hot globs of spunk were splashing from his prick tip, deep into her cunt channel. One, then another. Then another. His cum belched out in sizzling knots and squirmed far into her belly. Each time he fucked into her another hot wad of cock cream shot out and soaked her pussy walls.
"You're coming! I feel it! Oh God, I feel it!" she squealed with excitement. "I can feel your jizz shooting off inside me! It's so hot! Oh God!"
He fucked his thick cock again and again into the soft wet folds of her pussy, burying his prick to the hilt. And glob after glob after glob of greasy hot spunk shot into her cunt. He felt as though he hadn't come in six months. He felt as though he would never stop spurting his cock cream deep into the moaning teenager.
And her pussy was clogged now. Her cunt was filled and overflowing with his sizzling hot jism. Each time he withdrew his prick, great strings of silver jism dangled from the cockshaft and dripped into the crack of her ass. But still he wasn't finished spurting. His cock was still twitching and trembling.
He suddenly pulled out of her pussy, took hold of his spasming prick, and aimed it at the oozing gash of her cunt. Slimy knots of spunk were drooling from her wide-open pussy. Now he added to these, spurting wad after wad of silver cum onto the ones already dribbling down from her cuntlips. Her crotch was soon covered with shining white cum.
"Please fuck me! Please fuck me!" she whimpered, vaguely aware that her cunt was once again empty of cock. "Shove your cock in me and spurt me full of cum! I want you to! I need it!"
He ignored her, staring at her clogged and oozing cunt in fascination as thick ropes of cum seeped free. He tugged on his trembling prick and shot out two more blobs of silver spunk onto her soggy cuntlips. Then his cock stopped spurting and simply drooled cream down onto her pussy.
"Cock, cock, cock," she moaned, glaring up wildly in search of his thick prick. "Shove it into me and fuck me! Cram me with cock! Spurt me full of jism!"
She was reaching for his cock with her hand and he had to slap her hand away gently. He had finished spurting now and he planted his cockhead against her slimy cum-clogged cunt and pushed forward. His cock was sucked inside her pussy. He began to plow through all the steaming cum clogging her gaping pussy.
"Yeah! Oh yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Don't ever stop! Fill me with cock!"
Slowly, he fucked in and out of her, letting the dregs of his cum ooze out into her cunt. He was losing his hard-on, but very slowly. If he paced himself, maybe he'd be able to stay hard and fuck her all over again. But then again, he had other things to do. He wanted to take up his camera again and get some shots of her oozing wet cunt.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me deep!"
What great pictures he could get, in close-up, of her spunk-clogged crotch. They would be unbelievable. He couldn't pass up a chance like that. It wasn't every day he got some dumb little teenager to let him take photographs of her while she was covered in cum.
"Shove your cock all the way! Fuck me deep! Oh God! Oh God!" she whimpered, still writhing beneath him.
Arnold obliged her, for the time being. He fucked his prick in and out of her through all the soggy juice. But in a matter of minutes, he knew, he would pull out and take up his camera. Then he would preserve the climax of this evening on film, forever.
CHAPTER THREE
Whenever she was upset or confused, Carly tried her best to keep busy. This way she kept her mind occupied all the time and was tired enough by late evening to sleep. She didn't have to toss and turn and worry and fret half the night. And her problems always seemed easier to deal with after she'd done this for a day or so. Whatever was worrying her often seemed silly, in fact, after a period like this.
School had been in session for over a week, and so she had a lot to keep her busy there. There were all the new classes to get used to and some new people to meet. There were even some cute guys in a couple of her classes, new faces to keep her interested in her surroundings.
But still it was hard, very hard, not to think of what she'd done with Arnold. It was as if she'd seen a side of herself that evening that she'd never guessed existed. A whole other person had taken her over and she'd said and done things she would never have dreamed of just a few days before.
Sometimes, in the middle of the afternoon, while she was trying to concentrate on what some teacher was saying, she would remember parts of her session with Arnold and flush deeply. She pictured herself naked on his bed, covered in the sexy oil, writhing and squirming and begging him to fuck her and shove his cock deep into her pussy.
She remembered words she'd used. Words like cock and fuck and cum. She'd just about screamed at him to fuck her and dump his hot cum-load inside her cunt. Could this be the same meek little Carly who had been so coy all summer down at the beach, teasing all the boys with her string bikini but refusing all their come-ons with a shy smile?
And she had let him photograph her as well. How could she have let him do that? Now he had all kinds of dirty pictures to show to anyone he liked. What if her friends got to see them? Or her teachers? Or even her parents? Oh God, it didn't bear thinking about-her all naked and covered in oil and cum.
As soon as possible, she pushed thoughts like these out of her head and tried desperately to concentrate on other matters. She worked hard at her school work, she went out with girlfriends, she accepted every babysitting job that was offered her. She barely had a minute to herself.
Her major problem though, especially on her babysitting assignments, was keeping her eyes off the man of the house. Now that she'd fucked, now that she'd seen a man's cock and balls and everything, she couldn't stop herself from staring at an attractive man and wondering what he would look like naked. She kept guessing about the size and shape and look of his cock and balls.
Several of the men noticed this and gave her looks as they were leaving with their wives that implied they would prefer to be staying home alone with Carly. In spite of her confusion, this always made her smile. Maybe because she knew that she was safe.
This all changed the night she babysat for the Collins family. Here she was caught off guard. For she'd been eyeing Mr. Collins steadily for ten minutes before she realized Mrs. Collins wasn't anywhere about. He'd been telling her where everything was, and where to call in case of emergency, a job usually done by the wife. He was dressed and ready to go out, but still there was no sign of Mrs. Collins.
It turned out that his wife had gone on ahead to a party and left him to deal with the babysitter. Now young Carly found herself alone with a very attractive man in his thirties, after she'd been casting glances at his cock-bulge for fifteen minutes. And he'd noticed it too. He was smiling curiously, as if he knew exactly what she had on her mind.
"Is there something about me you're curious about?" he asked her at last. He was standing in the middle of the room, swinging his car keys from his fingers.
Carly sat on the couch and tried not to look flustered. "I don't know what you mean." She blushed.
"Well, you've been staring at the bulge in my crotch ever since you got here. You look like you're wondering whether or not it's for real."
Carly blushed even deeper. She didn't know what to say. It was as if he were reading her thoughts. Had she been that obvious?
"You can check it out if you want to," he smiled, stepping over to the couch. He stopped right in front of her and placed his hands on his hips. His cock-bulge was right at her eye level.
"I ... I don't know what you mean," she repeated. But she couldn't take her eyes off his bulging crotch.
"Go ahead. Unzip me. Satisfy your curiosity. Otherwise you might never forgive yourself." He was smiling down at her pleasantly, teasing her.
"I ... I ... "
Very gently, so that she could resist if she wanted to, he took hold of her hand and lifted it, placing it palm down against the swollen mound of his crotch. Then he let go. Her hand stayed where it was. In fact she began moving it about on the bulge, caressing his cock and balls through the material of his suit.
He watched her closely, smiling. He kept his hands on his hips now, not doing anything more to encourage her. From now on it was all up to her. All he would do was talk to her. He wasn't interested in forcing her to do anything.
Her hand was rubbing up and down along the bulk of his cock, testing its shape and size through his pants. Then she fingered his balls, squeezing them gently and tracing their outline with her fingertips. She was beginning to concentrate, he noticed. Her tongue was stuck in the corner of her mouth and her eyes were glued to his cock-bulge.
"Unzip me if you like. It's okay," he murmured. He could feel a soft throbbing in his slowly growing cock.
Without hesitating this time, Carly took the tab of his fly between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down. His fly crackled open easily. Then she unsnapped his pants and they fell quickly to the floor. She was confronted with the tight strip of his crimson briefs, which seemed to contain some huge, monstrous growth.
"Ohhhhh," she mumbled, almost groaning. She stared at the cock-bulge in disbelief, unsure what to do next.
"Well, what do you think so far?" he leered.
He thrust his crotch out toward her and his cock seemed about to burst from the flimsy shorts. The bulk of his prick was tilted sharply to one side, the cockhead caught under the tight elastic. The shape of his cock was clearly visible. His balls swelled out below.
"I ... I ... " she mumbled moronically.
"Pull my shorts down. See what's inside," he encouraged. "Might as well go all the way now."
Her movements were slow, but she didn't hesitate. She raised her hands and hooked them into either side of his tight shorts. Then, very carefully, she started hauling them down. She watched the outline of his cock tilt lower and lower under the red material. His thick black crotch hair came into view.
"Attagirl. Nice and slow," he encouraged. For the first time he noticed the shape of her pretty little mouth. It was small and pouty, with full, wet-looking red lips. He caught a glimpse of even white teeth occasionally.
The thick root of his cock appeared, with one ugly blue vein throbbing in its side. Still, the upper cockshaft bent down as she kept pulling on his shorts. She wondered vaguely if she was hurting him.
Then she had the shorts down onto his thighs and suddenly the cock was free. His big fucker swung up heavily, once clear of the elastic, and then bounced up and down several times before coming to a stop. His cock loomed out at Carly like the branch of a tree. It was about seven inches long, though still not fully hard.
"What do you think? Pretty nice, huh?" he said. He stared down at Carly's pretty blonde head.
She didn't answer. Once she had his shorts around his ankles she simply stared at the huge prick. His cock was only inches from her face and she could study it in detail. It was the first chance she'd had to do this with a real live cock.
She followed the ugly blue vein with her eyes, up to where it split into two smaller blue veins about halfway up the cockshaft. She noticed another wriggling vein on the other side of the cock, and another underneath. Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath.
The cock was lifting by degrees, without either of them touching it. It would twitch, and then tilt upwards at a sharper angle. The foreskin had peeled back all the way off the shiny purple dome. The tiny piss slit in the cockhead seemed to be winking at Carly wickedly.
"You can touch my cock if you like. Don't be scared of it," he muttered, watching her.
He ached to shove the stiffening prick between her soft red lips. He wanted to ram back and forth and fuck her mouth hard. But he remained still and let her do everything.
She tilted her head this way and that, studying the still-thickening cock. She was especially fascinated with the cockhead and the piss slit at its tip. Even as she watched, a tiny pearl of clear pre-cum seeped free and rolled down to hang from the underside of the cockhead.
He moved his hips forward ever so slightly, and the swollen cockhead poked Carly's cheek. The pearl of pre-cum stuck to her clear skin: He half expected her to recoil, but she stayed put. He moved back, then forward again, poking her other cheek. She closed her eyes, clutched the backs of his naked thighs with her hands, and let him do as he liked.
"Do you like to feel my cock on your face? Does it feel nice?" he whispered.
He was gripping her by the shoulders now, nuding his cock about on her pretty face. The prickhead scraped up her cheek and over her clenched eye, across her forehead and down the other cheek. He rubbed his cock alongside her nose and between her eyes.
Finally, he let the cockhead bump down her face till it was lodged against the soft wet pads of her lips. There he let it stay for the time being, letting her get used to the feel of his cock. It was like a huge, swollen red plum against her pretty mouth.
Carly didn't know what to do. The throbbing cockhead felt nice against her mouth, and she had a feeling he wanted her to take it inside, to suck on his prick. But she wasn't sure how to start and she didn't want to appear foolish in front of him. She kept her eyes closed and for the time being did nothing.
"Kiss it. Kiss my cock," he instructed gently. He really couldn't wait any longer to feel her soft tongue on his prick.
She was glad to be told what to do. Without hesitation, she opened her eyes and formed her lips into a pretty oval. His cockhead pressed into the red circle and she found herself kissing the hard wet mushroom of his prickhead. Her lips covered the top half of the cockhead and her tongue supported its underside.
"Very good. Very good," he croaked, trying to keep his voice steady. "Now go down the side of my cock with your mouth and lick it. Don't be scared."
Carly wanted to tell him that she wasn't at all scared. She wished he wouldn't keep talking to her as if she were a little girl. But she simply twisted her head, pursed her lips, and began working her way down the shaft of his prick, flicking her tongue back and forth as she went. The blue veins were very thick and strange to the touch.
"Yes. Oh, yes," he moaned softly.
His cock was nearly fully hard now, and it tilted up at a sharp angle. She could use her mouth on his prick without touching it with her hands. The cock rolled about on her face occasionally, but she could keep it pretty well under control. Her tongue was following the thick pulsing veins. She found them fascinating.
When she had licked down to the base of his cock she was about to start right back up again, but he stopped her. She rolled her lovely blue eyes and awaited his instructions. The cock lay at an angle across the side of her face.
"Lick my balls," he told her. "Use your tongue on both balls and get them good and wet." His voice was soft and encouraging, as if he were teaching a particularly slow student how to solve a problem.
Carly's tongue flicked out, and she continued on down over the thick root of his cock and began gently prodding his dangling balls. They were loose in their crepe pouch and they swung this way and that before her tongue. In no time she was licking away, scraping her wet tongue over and around his huge balls.
"Suck them," he instructed. "Take one of them in your mouth and suck on it." His cock stuck up angrily from his crotch and he had to look around it to see what she was doing with her mouth.
Again, Carly twisted her head. She dipped below the dangling wet sac of his balls, opened her mouth wide, and moved in closer. His balls hung there like huge bloated grapes. Her lips circled one ball, and it plopped into her mouth easily. It sat throbbing on her tongue for a second. Then she began to suck the ball hungrily.
"Ooooh yeah! Oooooh yeah!" he wheezed. "Use your tongue like that. Yeah. Tease them. Tease my balls. Use your lips and tongue like that. Yeah!"
Collins lifted himself on his toes so that his balls were a little easier to get at. Her mouth was soft and warm and wet on them. He could feel the delicate flicking and teasing of her tongue. His jism was starting to squirm. Her mouth was coaxing his cum to boil.
"It's funny," he went on matter-of-factly. "Most women haven't got the faintest idea how to use their mouths properly on a guy's cock and balls. It's a real art, and I guess most women aren't interested in learning it."
Carly gasped, her mouth stuffed with one of his trembling balls.
"Maybe they're ashamed or something. Maybe they think it's dirty to suck a guy's cock or lick his balls. They don't realize it's the wildest, sexiest thing they can do for a man. I think a chick should learn how to suck cock right when she's very young. Like you. You're doing it right."
Carly blushed and glanced up at him as she let one swollen ball drop from her mouth and switched over to the other one. Was it that obvious she was just a learner? Did he really know that she hadn't sucked a guy's balls before? She felt a real need to impress him. She didn't want him to keep thinking of her as an inexperienced little girl.
"That's it, suck like that. Just like you were sucking candy. Use your tongue like that. It feels so nice."
She was glad he appreciated her efforts. She really was trying hard. His balls seemed to swell as she sucked on them. They damn near sizzled in her warm mouth. And she could tell by the weird look in his eyes that he loved the sight of her sweet young face swelled out and bulging with his hairy balls. But she wanted to do something more. She wanted to really thrill him.
She backed off and again let a hot ball plop from her mouth. It swung there in front of her with its partner. The tiny hairs on his balls sac glistened with drops of spit from her mouth. Then, as she dipped back down toward the other dangling balls, she had an idea. There was something she could try which might really excite him.
Her fingers captured his swinging ball sac gently. She held his balls steady. Then she tilted her head, planted her open mouth against the squirming balls. With her fingers, she began to stuff both swollen balls between her lips. Her nostrils snorted against his cock base. She was going to suck both his balls at the same time.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, girl. I don't think you can manage that," Collins said. His hands swept up the sides of her head, scooping her hair out from her face so that he could see what she was doing. His cock loomed out across her face like a thick log.
"Mmmfffssspppfff!" she protested, forcing her mouth down on his ball sac. Her tongue was burrowing under the balls, guiding them into the wet oval of her mouth.
First one, then the second ball slipped into the gaping circle of her lips. His balls throbbed there, in her cheeks, like weird swellings. And she turned her eyes up to him, seeking his approval. She wondered if he had ever had this done to him before. She wondered especially if his wife had ever sucked his balls.
"Fuck, you did it! You both my balls in your mouth!" he beamed. "Shit, does that feel weird! Both nuts! I don't believe it!"
Carly smiled as well as she was able with his entire ball sac in her mouth. She tried to lick the undersides of the captured balls. She tried to suck them. But it was all she could do to keep the balls in her mouth. She gave up and simply stared up at him, her face swollen into an odd shape.
He seemed more than happy with her efforts. He moved his fingers over her bulging cheeks, tracing the circular outline of his balls. He grinned down at her around the twitching column of his cock. And for a few moments neither one of them did anything else. She snorted against the base of his prick.
"You ready to do some real cock-sucking?" he said at last. "You ready to learn to suck a cock the proper way?"
She nodded slightly, her eyes full of admiration. His heavy cock bumped against her forehead.
"Then spit out my balls, real gentle. And start licking up to the top of my cock. We'll take our time and make sure you learn everything there is to know."
Carly's heart beat strongly. She felt as if she were finally learning what it was like to be an adult, a woman. She was going to suck cock. He was going to teach her. Now that she'd done something to impress him, she wasn't so shy and embarrassed. She wanted to learn everything.
"A couple of things, before I forget," he went on, trying his best to keep his voice steady. "Take your top off. I want to see those fantastic tits of yours. And do your lipstick again. I want your mouth all fresh and red when you start to suck cock."
Carly snorted and let his sizzling balls plop from her mouth. His ball sac was wet and glistening and tight. Then she slowly did as she was told, first daubing her lips with a thick coating of red gloss, then unbuttoning her blouse with trembling fingers. She was quivering slightly with excitement.
Collins stood patiently in front of her, his cock looming out from his crotch like a red-hot steel bar. He watched her creamy cleavage come into view, and his balls churned as she slipped her blouse off her shoulders and he could see just how big and full her tits really were.
Carly's tits were still harnessed by her flimsy blue bra, but now she slipped this off too and the heavy tits bounced free. They were perfectly shaped, he noticed, with just the right curve to the undersides. The pink circles at their tips were puffy and swollen. The thick nipples were jutting out nearly an inch.
"Sweet Christ," he murmured. How could a girl this young and slender have tits this ripe and full? His cock gave a twitch in front of her face.
"Should I suck you then? Are you ready?" she asked sweetly. She gazed up at him, her eyes wide and sweet and innocent. His cock tip was about an inch from her nose.
"In a second. First of all-do something for me. Rub my cock into your tits, will you? Poke your nipples with my prick."
Carly hesitated a second, caught off guard. Then she reached up, circled the heavy boom of his cock with her fingers, and cranked it down toward the soaring stubs of her nipples. His prick was hot and throbbing in her fist.
And it was so hard. His cock felt like a hunk of lead pipe.
"Like this?" she inquired, nudging her solid tit flesh with his cockhead.
Again, his prick tip was oozing clear pre-cum, and it smeared off onto her tit as she circled the hard cock around and around her nipple. When she touched the nipple, pressing it in like an elevator button, a thick pearl of slime hung there solidly.
"Shit, yeah," he groaned. "Oh honey, just like that. Those nipples are so fucking hard. What are they made of, concrete?"
Carly's head tilted in concentration. Her tongue stuck out the corner of her glistening mouth childishly. There was so much power in his cock that it took some effort to hold it down enough to guide it around her tit. The prick was as thick as her wrist and stuck up from his crotch nearly nine inches. The ugly blue veins in its side looked as if about to burst.
Men sure like you to do some funny things, she thought, moving his cock over to her other tit and pressing the prickhead into her nipple. Licking his cock and his balls. Then sucking his balls. Now rubbing his cock into her tits. This wasn't how she had imagined sex at all.
She'd always pictured a man lying on top of a woman, fucking away. As simple as that.
"Okay I think it's time to use that pouty little mouth of yours some more," he wheezed. "We've rested it for a while. Now it's really time for some serious cock-sucking. What do you say?"
She smiled up at him and rubbed his cockhead around her nipple one last time. Then she sat up straighter on the couch and let go of his cock. It snapped back violently and pounded his belly before recoiling and swaying in the air like the branch of a tree. A string of clear fluid dangled from his cock tip.
"Jesus Christ! Watch what you're doing," he complained. "Don't let go of it. When you're sucking a cock, your hand is very important. You keep a guy stiff, and bring him off with your hand, for Christ's sake. You can't do it all with your mouth. Not unless you're a fucking expert. Grab hold of it."
Carly blushed and regained a tight hold on his cock. The string of clear pre-cum still dangled from the cock tip. Quickly, she dipped her head, stuck out her tongue, and captured the thread of slime with her mouth. Part of it snapped and broke across her face, making a snail trail over her right cheek.
"Sweet Christ," Collins repeated. This easy little bitch might not be an expert cock-sucker now, but she sure had the makings of one. She was smiling up at him and smacking her lips like a horny porno star.
"What should I do first? Lick it some more?" she asked pleasantly. Her hand clutched his throbbing cock while the other supported his balls. She was balancing his ball sac on her fingertips.
"Kiss it, like you were doing before. Then we'll shove it in your mouth inch by inch," he instructed.
"Like this?" she cooed, pursing her glistening red lips in a sexy oval and pressing his cockhead against the hole.
"Mmmmm," he murmured, staring down. He was glad he'd had her apply more lipstick. Her mouth was coated with thick gobs of shiny red and already smudges of it appeared on the fat dome of his cockhead.
He pushed forward a bit and the entire throbbing cockhead slipped effortlessly between her lovely wet lips. He could feel her tongue underneath his cock, supporting it. Her lips sealed shut around the upper shaft of his cock and her eyes rolled up to him as she awaited instructions.
"Feed my cock back into your mouth slowly," he coaxed. "Keep pumping it with your fist. That's it. Attagirl."
Carly's red lips crept down the shaft of his prick, and inch by inch his huge cock disappeared into her mouth. Two inches, three inches, four inches, until she had well over half the cock in her face. She paused to rest, her nostrils flaring. Her cheeks had hollowed as she sucked.
"Bend your head. The cock has to start down your throat," he explained. "But back off when you need to. Slide your mouth up and down. Don't try to suck it all in at once. Let the cock fuck your face."
Carly did as she was told, and soon she was bobbing her head steadily, sucking over half his cock into her mouth at a stroke then backing off till only the swollen cockhead was between her lips. She stayed in rhythm with her fist, which pumped the base of his prick up and down evenly. His cock began to gleam with spit from her mouth.
"Ooooooh, yeah," he muttered. "Perfect. Excellent. Use your tongue like that. Tickle the cock. Tease it."
His prick was turning a purple color. The veins in its sides trembled. And up and down Carly's painted mouth moved, daubing the ugly prickshaft with greasy globs of lipstick. She tried to sink lower on the cock each time, and pretty soon she was sucking in all but the few inches clutched in her fingers. She held his balls in her fingers and squeezed them gently.
"Yeah, yeah," he murmured softly, humping his hips back and forth. He loved the way her wet lips shone bright red, and the way her lipstick smudged off onto his lunging cock.
So this was what it was like to suck a cock. Carly felt pride welling up in her. She could get to like this, she really could. She just had to keep her hand and mouth sliding up and down, and her tongue switching from side to side. The cock just fucked back and forth.
"Back off a while," he panted. "Shit, I'm gonna blow my wad before I want to. Back off and just use your tongue for a while. My balls are churning."
She glanced up at him in surprise, but did as she was told, letting the cock snap from her mouth. His prick was dripping and smudged with red, and it appeared about to explode any second. She cradled his cock gently in her fingers and used her tongue to tap it back and forth, beating the purple cockhead softly.
"That's it. Sweet Christ! What a cocksucker," he croaked. He swept a hand across his forehead and cleared away the sweat there. He was breathing hard.
"Am I doing it good? Am I sucking your cock the way you like it?" she cooed, smiling up at him sweetly. She held his cock against her face and diddled her tongue about on his cockhead. From time to time she pursed her lips again and kissed his prick quickly, wrapping her mouth halfway around the prickhead.
"I'll say. You sure you haven't had a lot of experience cock-sucking? Fuck, you suck cock like a pro!"
Carly blushed and said nothing. She stared at his prickhead, wondering whether it was safe to suck it back into her mouth yet. Then she had an idea. She closed her eyes and began smearing the cock into her face, spreading its seeping cum onto her cheeks and nose and forehead. She sighed deeply. It felt so sexy. It felt so dirty.
"Ohhhhh fuck. Ohhhhh fuck," he moaned, gazing down at her strangely.
He wondered for a moment whether she shouldn't be the one teaching him, rather than the other way around. She not only learned fast, but she was willing to experiment, to try sexy little touches on her own. The chick was a natural.
"Mmmmmm, it feels so good. Your cock feels so good on my face," she purred. "It's so hot and hard and stiff. I love it."
She was really rubbing his cock hard into her face, bending it slightly this way and that. The cockhead dented her cheek, then smudged her nose. She scraped his prick across one clenched eye then up her temple and onto her forehead. She adjusted her grip on it while the cock lay throbbing against her pretty forehead.
"Ohhh shit!" he grunted. He stared down at her with a glazed look in his eyes.
Carly felt a sudden warm wetness against her forehead, and her eyes opened wide with surprise. He couldn't be coming. Surely he couldn't be coming! But there was so much wetness against her forehead. That had to be cum. It couldn't be anything else. She lifted her face slightly and his huge cockhead began to scrape down between her eyes and down the side of her nose.
"In your mouth! Stick my cock in your mouth! Suck it, you stupid slut!" he croaked. "I'm shooting! Can't you see? I'm coming!"
Actually, Carly couldn't see, partly because her left eye was being coated with something.
A huge glob of silver spunk had oozed out his cock tip and attached itself to her forehead. Part of this thick wad was now slithering down over her eyebrow and onto her eyelashes, which were soon matted together. Her eye filled up slowly with cum.
As his blazing cock bumped down her face it spun out an amazingly thick stream of jism, down her forehead, between her eyes, across the bridge of her nose and on across her cheek. His prick was still oozing white cum as it traced the corner of her mouth and bumped off her chin. She stuck out her tongue, looped up a string of salty warm spunk. He really was coming.
"Suck it! Eat my jism! Pump it out in your mouth, you silly cunt!" he growled. He made a move to grab his cock from her but she clutched it herself and drew it toward her open mouth.
She almost made it. His purple cockhead was only an inch from the red wet oval of her lips. But then it quivered in her fingers. She actually thought she heard the piss slit squeak. And suddenly a tremendous rope of jism shot from the tiny cock hole and rode up her face like a fountain. She just had time to clamp shut her other eye before the stinging spunk hit her.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered, clutching his prick like a lifeline. There was a splattering noise as the heavy rope of cum smacked against her skin.
"In your mouth. Suck my cock!" he yelled, and this time he really did grab at his cock, folding his fingers over hers and pumping steadily as he forced the cum-spurting prickhead between her lovely lips.
The fountain of cum had shot all the way up her face as far as her hairline. It crossed her forehead just to one side of the first huge glob, then hung across her eye at an angle before heading in a straight line down the side of her nose and onto her lip. It gleamed weirdly, like a ribbon of icing up the center of her face.
"Ohhhh yeah, ohhhh yeah, ohhhhh yeah," Collins groaned contentedly. He could feel jet after jet of steaming hot cum spurting from his cock. "Suck down all my jism, you dirty little whore. Eat my jizz. Suck out every drop."
Carly's eyes had been clenched tightly as the cum had hit her face. But now, with his exploding cock caught in her mouth, she relaxed and concentrated on siphoning up the rest of his spunk and swallowing it. As soon as he jammed the cockhead between her lips, her mouth filled up with jizz. She swallowed desperately, feeling the cum go down like raw eggs.
But then no sooner had she swallowed than his cock twitched again and refilled her mouth. The sizzling cum shot between her cheeks and gums, between her teeth, beneath her tongue. It hung from the roof of her mouth like syrup. She gulped down as much as she could and hoped for the best.
"Oh yeah. Swallow it down, you sweet little cock-sucking slut," he grunted, studying the way the silver ribbons of cum on her face made lewd patterns. "Eat it all. Eat it all. Yeah!"
All this time, his fist was pumping over hers, cranking out the jets of jizz one after the other. Her mouth sagged open a bit with the weight of a new cum-load she'd just accepted. Three heavy streams of rubbery white cum poured from her lips, hung off her chin, swung and dangled like elastic before snapping and splattering down over her naked tits.
Two heavy ropes of jism hung off the shaft of his thick cock. They bounced there as he rammed his cock forward, but then they fell to her chest, one of them breaking across a nipple and making it gleam. Her tits were soon streaked with silver strings of cum.
And then he wasn't fucking back and forth anymore. He just sat his cockhead on her tongue while he pumped out the rest of his cum-load. He was jerking off into her mouth, filling her face again and again. And she held her cum-clogged mouth, filling her face again and again. And she held her cum-clogged mouth open and let him spurt jet after jet of cum between her lips.
"What a sight you are. What a fucking sight," he moaned. He was glaring at the thick ribbons of cum that drooled down her face and at the oozing mess of milky jism that poured from her mouth.
She slobbered, dazed by the jets of cum. She swallowed, tried to clear her mouth, but most of the hot spunk drooled out over her lips and down her chin. The ropes of jism still sealed her eyes shut.
He stopped shooting at last and let her handle his cock. She wrapped her lips around the cockhead and let cum drain off down the cockshaft. Then, clutching his prick tightly, she began once more to rub the cummy cockhead into her face, smearing his jism this way and that on her lovely features. She massaged the cum into her face with his wilting cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
After school the next day, Carly went shopping all by herself. Usually she walked home with a couple of girlfriends and they would laugh and chatter and talk about boys. But lately her girlfriends had noticed the change in her and they had begun to ask questions. Why was she so quiet? Then they'd tease her about John Kendall or Robin Fraser, or some other boy they said had a crush on her.
Carly though they were childish. How could she tell them she had other things on her mind now? How could she tell them that she'd fucked one strange guy and let another guy come in her face, all within the last few days? They wouldn't know what to say to her. Or, worse, they wouldn't believe her. She had always been a little shy about sex. They'd think she was making things up to impress them.
And so, rather than put up with them, she took a bus downtown and cruised the department stores. Looking at clothes always relaxed her. If she saw something she liked, maybe she would treat herself. A new dress or skirt would keep her mind off fucking, if only for a little while.
The stores were busy at this time of day, and she enjoyed mixing with the noisy crowds and examining the expensive new dresses. For over an hour she was content, and not once did she think of Mr. Collins and what he had done to her. Or crazy Arnold and his clicking camera. Her mind was completely free of sex-until she stepped into a crowded elevator, that is.
At first she noticed nothing strange. She was standing toward the rear of the elevator, gazing off between people's shoulders and heads dreamily. But then she became aware of someone behind her edging closer. It was a man. She could feel his warm breath against her ear. Then she could feel something else. It was big and hard, and it was poking her left ass cheek through her skirt.
Another cock, she thought. Oh my God, another cock.
There was just no getting away from them. She could feel the hard cock nudging her taut ass cheek. Then there was another movement, and she felt the whole length of the big prick being lodged in the tight crack of her ass. The prickhead throbbed gently against the small of her back.
She should scream and shout, she should yell, she realized. Or at the very least, she should move away, get herself clear of the pervert and report him to the store authorities as soon as she was off the elevator. But she did none of these things. Somehow, she felt rooted to the spot.
He had placed a hand on her waist, where no one could see it, and he pulled her tightly to him, lodging his cock firmly in the crack of her ass. Then he began humping her through her clothes, driving his prick up and down between her ass cheeks. And she let him. She knew she should protest but she couldn't. She leaned the weight of her young body against him.
The elevator stopped, opened its doors, let people in and out, and still she stayed put, letting the hot weirdo rub his cock against her. They reached the top floor, the doors closed again, and they started back down. Carly and the man were wedged comfortably in a corner of the elevator.
She felt the wetness starting in her crotch, and her nipples began tingling oddly. Up and down they went in the elevator, surrounded by busy shoppers. And she could feel the cock growing harder in the hollow of her back. She made no attempt to glance over her shoulder to see what the man looked like. But she pictured him as young, and he smelled nice.
Suddenly the cock was removed from between her ass cheeks and she felt a rush of disappointment. But almost at once she felt a hand on the back of her thigh. Her skirt was being raised at the back. The hand was under the skirt and stroking over the mound of one ass cheek, then the other, through her panties. Her eyes closed.
Fingers were feeling under the elastic top of her panties. Then the hand was sliding down, inside her briefs, over the taut flesh of her right ass cheek. It was squeezing and massaging, testing the flesh of her girlish ass. And then a single finger was lodged in the crack of her ass and was drilling down, toward the tight circle of her asshole.
She found herself moving her feet apart, spreading her legs for the exploring hand. She gripped the handrail of the elevator for support. She stared with unseeing eyes at the people leaving and entering. And when the finger found the ring of her asshole she drew in a deep breath. She felt sure she knew what would happen next.
But it didn't. Instead of poking into her asshole, the finger came up under her damp cunt and paused. She bowed her legs slightly to give him room. She was damn near standing on her tiptoes. The finger slid forward and plunged into her warm wet pussy.
Carly had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud. Her cunt seemed to be melting, and she knew she was oozing great globs of pussy slime into her pants. The finger probed and poked, and began a slight in and out fucking motion between her cuntlips. Her hand clutched the elevator rail tightly.
There were less people leaving and entering the elevator now, and she was glad. She couldn't keep this up much longer. She wondered how it would end, and for a second she imagined herself rolling and thrashing about half naked on the floor of the elevator, the weird stranger fucking her madly with his pants around his knees.
His finger suddenly left her cunt, drew back, poked at the ring of her asshole, dug inside. She stifled a whimper as he began finger-fucking her asshole, drilling his finger back and forth in her tight rear channel. It was one of the strangest feelings she'd ever had and she sighed at the lewdness of it. How weird! To be standing fully clothed in an elevator with a strange man's finger up her ass.
His breathing was growing tense in her ear, and she knew he couldn't stand much more of this, either. When the elevator doors opened at the basement he quickly pulled his finger from her ass and his hand from her pants. He smoothed her skirt down and gripped her elbow, edging her out of the elevator before she quite realized what was happening.
Her legs felt like rubber, and she was thankful for his support as they strode through the near-deserted basement. They were in some kind of bargain clothing area, and there were a few elderly people sorting through mounds of cheap garments on counters. She saw only one cashier, a sleepy-looking lady counting through some bills.
Carly's panties felt wet. She would have blushed with embarrassment if she had had the time. But she was too busy keeping up with the strange man. And she was glancing up at him to see what she was getting herself into. She was pleased to see that he was indeed young and fairly good looking. He was dressed in an expensive business suit.
They reached a short passage that led to a row of changing rooms, and with a quick glance behind him he shoved open the door to one and herded her inside. She was confronted by no less than three full-length mirrors, and for a second she was shocked at her flushed and excited appearance. It suddenly occurred to her that not once during this whole wild episode so far had they spoken a single word to one another.
Talking was the last thing he seemed interested in. He, too, was flushed and tense, she noticed. He gripped her by the waist and neck, bent her over till she was forced to plant her hands on the cubicle bench for support. Then he stroked both hands up the backs of her thighs, flipped her skirt up over her haunches, squeezed her tight little ass with his hard strong fingers.
Her nose was inches from one of the mirrors, and Carly could peer back at him and watch his expressions as he got down to work. He didn't look at her. He didn't stare at her reflection in the mirror. He was too caught up in the sight of her cute little girlish ass packed in her pink lace panties. He grabbed at the flimsy briefs and tugged them down, leaving them stretched across between her thighs like a lace rope.
Then he was unzipping his fly, dropping his pants, shoving down his shorts and freeing his huge prick for fucking. She glanced in one of the side mirrors and caught sight of it, a thick, bloated hunk of cockmeat that looked like it had a bend in it halfway up. His balls were enormous and joggled as he stepped nearer her ass.
He didn't fuck his cock into her right away, as she expected. He paused a second or two and studied the gorgeous twin globes of her cute little ass. He poked her left ass cheek with his cockhead, and then her right. He traced the hot dome of his prick up one thigh and down the other. He jerked his cock evenly in his hand.
Carly's ass was beautiful. It was small and taut and the ass cheeks were perfectly shaped and tight as a drum. There wasn't an ounce of flab at the tops of her thighs. Her legs joined perfectly at the tufted mound of her gaping cunt. Her cunt hair bristled against her outer pussy lips.
Her cunt did funny things when she was excited, and this time was no exception. The outer cunt slabs separated and the inner ones blossomed like some exotic plant. Flaps of pink skin an inch and a half long poked down and formed themselves into a weirdly-shaped mouth, surrounded by tufted blonde pussy hair. Her cuntlips looked stretchable, as if they could be pulled and tugged like hunks of pink elastic till they stuck out four or five inches.
Inside her pussy, smaller, wetter hunks of pink cunt flesh gleamed. The tiny wriggling button of her clit was swollen and throbbing. He could see her clit clearly. And then he could see her fingers, their nails bright with red polish, snaking up to press down on her cuntlips. The fingers pried the cuntlips apart, and the gaping wet hole of her pussy winked open for him. Her cunthole was oily and gleaming.
He grunted, and she felt his hand settle on her hip. Then the hard wet head of his cock was nudging at her oozing cuntlips. Her belly started to tingle as he slotted his prickhead between her cunt flaps and pressed forward. Inch after inch of hard cock followed, till he had buried his prick to the balls. Then he began to fuck her with slow, easy fuck-strokes.
Carly studied her face in the mirror. It was flushed and tense and coated with a thin film of sweat. Her eyelids were droopy with lust and she kept biting at her bottom lip. She suddenly had a notion of what she must have looked like for Arnold's camera and she blushed with shame.
She felt his hands below her, fumbling with her tits through her blouse. He mauled her tits for a while, really mashing them with his fingers. But then he was tugging at her blouse, pulling it down, prying her big tits over the top of her flimsy pink bra. He caught the big tits in his hands as they tumbled free of her blouse.
I must be mad, Carly thought suddenly, staring into her eyes in the mirror. I don't know this guy. We've never even spoken to each other. And I'm letting him fuck me silly in a department store changing room. An absolute stranger. What's happening to me? Where will all this end? His fuck-thrusts into her cunt grew stronger, faster, and she was forced to concentrate on other things, like holding herself steady and making sure he didn't ram her face into the mirror. He was mauling her bare tits roughly, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. She could hear the sound of her cunt sucking hungrily at his fucking cock.
But very suddenly he stopped, withdrew his prick from her cunt altogether. She glanced at his reflection in the glass, tried to read his expression. Her pussy felt cold and empty and she longed for him to fuck back into her. She actually groped down between her legs in search of his cock.
Then there was no mistaking it. He was rubbing his wet cockhead up and down in the crack of her ass again. Only this time he was looking for something. The puckered red circle of her tight asshole flexed expectantly, and sure enough, his fat cockhead was planted up against it. He pressed forward and down, pressing his prick against her winking asshole.
She gasped, whimpered, and her face was nudged up to the mirror as her body was forced forward. She turned her head slightly and her cheek pressed flat against the glass. That was as far as she could go. And his bloated cockhead began to pry open the tiny pucker of her asshole.
"Nnnnnn," she groaned, hardly believing what he was trying to do to her. Her hands were planted flat on the wall in front of her for support.
He didn't pause or hesitate. He kept on thrusting forward. And slowly her asshole widened. The pucker of her asshole disappeared altogether. It changed to a tight circle of elastic flesh that wrapped itself steadily around the driving dome of his cockhead. Then her asshole swallowed the cockhead whole and started to suck at his prick shaft. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" she whimpered. Up the ass He was fucking his huge cock up her ass. She was going to be fucked up her tight little asshole.
On and on he lunged, till four and five inches of cock had fucked up her ass. His hands circled her tiny waist. Her tits hung down heavily below her. Her springy little ass cheeks molded themselves around the plowing bulk of his hard-on. Several more inches of stiff cock fucked into her, and finally his prick was in her to the hilt, his coarse crotch hair crackling against her satin ass cheeks.
He began to fuck in and out of her, fucking her poor ass channel deeply. He grunted and gasped, snorting through his nose. But still he didn't say a word. His cock felt like a baseball bat stuck up her ass. She seemed to feel it high in her chest somewhere. She'd never felt so strange in her whole life.
But ass-fucking felt good too. It wasn't the same as having a cock up her cunt, but it was oddly pleasing. And there was the added thrill of it being so unusual, so dirty. Ass-fucking was one of those things she had heard of vaguely but somehow never pictured herself doing. And here she was ass-fucking with an absolute stranger.
He grunted louder, reached under her again for her swinging tits. Her skirt, her blouse and bra were all wadded into a roll around her waist. Her pink lace panties were stretched tautly between her knees. Her face was still against the mirror.
The cock seemed to be swelling inside her ass. Every vein and bump on the cockshaft seemed to ripple through her as he fucked her ass. But it didn't hurt. It was strange and a bit numbing but very enjoyable. Her cunt was oozing with pleasure, drooling slime down her thighs and over her pretty panties. She didn't care if the fucking never ended. She wanted it to fuck all afternoon.
There was a shuffling, and the bump of a door somewhere, and with a lurch in her chest Carly realized that someone had entered the changing booth next to theirs. The thin walls didn't go all the way to the floor, and she could see feet moving around. She heard the rustling sound of an item of clothing being removed.
For an insane moment Carly pictured another couple next door, undressing and preparing to fuck. Then she realized it was probably just some innocent person trying on something from the bargain department. She suddenly felt very self-conscious bending low, nearly naked, with a huge stiff cock fucking up her ass.
The stranger had stopped his fucking motions and was keeping perfectly still and quiet. He leaned low over her back, his body molded to hers. His hands gripped her naked tits tightly. His thick cock throbbed gently up her ass. His prick stayed hard as a steel bar inside her. Her ass cheeks molded around his cock tightly.
They stayed like that for one minute, two minutes, while the person next door fumbled in and out of items of clothes. Then, feeling he was safe again, the strange man lifted himself up slightly and began fucking his cock slowly in and out of her aching asshole.
After another couple of minutes, there was another bump as the door of the next cubicle was closed. They were alone again. And immediately the stranger started fucking Carly hard, drilling his cock in and out of her ass like a piston. Her face mashed against the mirror, her hands flattened against the wall. She began to moan and whimper.
And then he was straightening up to his full height. His big hands circled her waist again and pulled and pushed her on and off his cock. He had his feet planted firmly and his legs slightly apart. His huge balls swung and swayed in the crook of his thighs.
Carly felt her knees begin to buckle under her. He was fucking her with such force, burying his cock to the hilt up her ass time and time again. And he was so big and strong. He was fucking her hard, as if he couldn't help himself. He would have to come soon, she thought. He couldn't keep this fucking up for long.
And sure enough, he soon began to grunt softly. She felt his hands grip her waist even tighter. His fuck-thrusts became rough and uncontrolled. And she felt the familiar wet heat inside her as he began to spurt out steaming globs of cum into her asshole. She counted one spurt. Then another. Then another.
Carly held herself steady, knowing he was near the end now. His cock fucked in and out of her ass hard and fast. She felt cum drooling down the insides of her thighs and over her gaping pussy. She felt wads of cum firing off up her ass, like hot lead.
Suddenly he pulled back too far, and his captured cock sprang free of her sucking asshole. She never knew whether he did this by accident or on purpose. He continued humping her while his prick settled into the groove between her ass cheeks, still spurting jism.
Cum drooled out of his cock onto the hump of her ass, then into the pretty hollow of her back. One white spurt shot up over her tangled clothes and splattered between her shoulders. And a final jet of jizz flew up as high as her hair, where it settled like a pearl decoration among her blonde locks.
His huge red prick pistoned back and forth in the crack of her ass, and what was left of his cum slithered free and pooled at the base of her spine. Carly studied his reflection in the mirror, watched his nostrils flare and his eyes close. From the waist up he was fully dressed, and it was funny to see his face distort with pleasure.
She wondered for a moment whether he would fuck his cock into her gaping wet cunt. She hadn't come yet and she could have used a few minutes of regular fucking to get off. But he seemed quite content to plow his prick back and forth in the crack of her ass, letting his cum dregs drool into the hollow of her back.
And then he was taking his cock in his fist, bending it this way and that, wiping his prick against the lovely girlish globes of her ass. He smeared off all his white spunk onto her tight little buns. She could feel the cum all cool and wet on her ass. She gazed into the mirror expectantly, wondering what he would do next.
To her amazement, he reached for his pants and shorts, pulled them up, tucked away his cock and balls. Then, without a word to her, without so much as returning her gaze in the mirror, he turned and let himself out of the tiny changing room. Carly stared at herself in the mirror, while the cum dried on her ass and legs and back.
CHAPTER SIX
Whenever Carly babysat for the Craigs, she never met the man of the house. It was always Mrs. Craig who dealt with her. The husband was always out of town, either on business, or on some hunting or fishing expedition with his cronies. Mrs. Craig, a plain, rather ordinary woman, always went out on her own.
This time around, Carly was grateful for all this. She'd gotten to the stage where she couldn't trust herself around men anymore-not since the incident in the department sore. If she would fuck willingly with an absolute stranger, in such a public place, there was no telling what she might end up doing. For a while at least, she wanted to avoid men altogether.
Of course she couldn't stop herself from thinking about men all the time. And in particular she couldn't prevent herself reliving in her mind the weird session in the department store cubicle. But at least if she tried to avoid being with men, she'd be free of temptation. There was much less chance of her getting herself in trouble again.
The Craigs had a TV room, with two long couches along the walls. Here Carly relaxed for the better part of an hour, watching some stupid evening soap opera. She grew bored, and after flicking channels for a while and finding nothing to her liking, she began sorting through a selection of videotapes that were stacked in a corner.
She picked one at random, slotted it into the video machine beside the TV set, and settled back to watch what she hoped would be some decent movie. It was called "Wet Teenager" and Carly thought maybe it would be about surfing or something. After about seven minutes, she realized it was about something else altogether.
It started out like a regular TV soap opera, with attractive young men and women having rambling conversations with each other. But then one of the girls dropped to her knees on the carpet and opened up a young man's fly. She began sucking his cock, wrapping her lips around it as if she couldn't get enough.
Carly moaned to herself. It seemed she couldn't get away from sex, whatever she tried to do. Of all the tapes, she had to go and pick one that was pornographic. It wasn't fair. But she didn't get up and change the tape. She didn't move. She just shifted a little nervously on the couch, her eyes glued to the screen.
The girl on the screen sucked the cock steadily, and it grew and thickened in her mouth. She was pumping the cock in her fist, Carly noticed, just the way she herself had done with Mr. Collins. He'd taught her the proper way to suck a cock, all right. She could have taken over from the girl in the movie with no problem-she just knew it.
But then something happened that Carly hadn't experienced, and she found herself watching the screen intently, fascinated, as a second man appeared, his cock long and floppy over the girl's left shoulder. Two men, thought Carly dazedly. She's going to make it with two men. She's going to get to suck two cocks.
Carly was wearing a pair of brief shorts, and without realizing what she was doing, she began stroking her pussy through the material. As the girl on screen turned her face to the second cock, Carly unzipped herself and slipped a hand into her panties. Her fingers started probing between her damp pussy lips.
On screen, the girl's face was contorted with lust. Her mouth had found the second cock and sucked it inside, while the first prick poked at her cheek. She had a hand on both cocks. Her face and the stiffening pricks filled the entire screen.
Carly groaned deeply and sank lower into the couch. Her belly was bare now below her T-shirt, where the top of her shorts split into an open V. Her shorts were swollen with the bulge of her fingers. She diddled her clit shamelessly, totally caught up in what was happening on the TV.
Maybe that was why she was unaware of a car pulling up in the driveway, or the slam of a door in another part of the house. She was so enjoying the rich sucking and moaning sounds coming from the TV that any other noise was unimportant. It all seemed part of the movie.
She had her fist dug deep in her shorts now and her fingers were tickling her clit and corkscrewing in and out of her cunthole. The girl in the movie was lying on her side now, with one leg cocked high in the air. She was sucking hungrily on one hard cock while the second man fucked his prick back and forth in her gaping cunt.
Carly was just about to shove her shorts to the floor, so that she could play with her pussy more easily, when the door to the TV room swung open and Mr. Craig was standing there, staring down at her. He was dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans, and had obviously just come back from a trip to the outdoors. His hair was a bit tousled, and he looked a little drunk.
"Well, what have we here?" he leered, glancing from Carly to the TV screen and back again. "Our pretty little babysitter having a fine old time. Good for you, little girl! I always like our babysitters to make themselves at home."
Carly had pulled her hand from her shorts and now held the loose open flaps in her fist. For some reason she was too dazed to zip her shorts up. She simply stared Up at Mr. Craig, her mouth open, her eyes blinking. She was trying to say something, but no sound would come out.
She almost wished he would get mad at her, yell and scream and tell her to get out of his house. That might have been easier. At least she would know where she stood. As it was, all she could do was gape at him like a dummy and blush to .the roots of her pretty blonde hair. She felt so silly, like a little girl caught playing doctor with the little boy next door.
"Hey Al, come check this out," he went on pleasantly, gesturing to someone standing in the hall. "See what our pretty young babysitter gets up to when the adults are away."
Carly almost groaned aloud with embarrassment. A handsome young man in his early thirties poked his head in the doorway and stared at her. He, too, was a little rumpled looking, as if he'd spent the night outdoors, but he still was very attractive. She stood up, just for something to do, her hand still clutching her unzipped shorts closed.
"I ... I was just ..." she mumbled hopelessly.
"You were just playing with yourself. Yes, we know. And good for you. That's what those movies are for, after all, to get you all hot and bothered."
On screen, the young girl was on her hands and knees on the floor between the two men. One was fucking her from behind while she sucked the second man off. Carly glanced at the set helplessly and then made as if to step toward the door. But in order to leave she would have to get by Mr. Craig and Al. She shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other.
"You were having a nice little fantasy, I bet, weren't you?" Craig went on matter-of-factly. "All about what it must be like to have two men at the same time. Don't deny it now. We can tell, can't we Al?"
"I ... I ... " Carly muttered.
Al was watching her closely, leaning against the open door. He couldn't get over how young Carly looked.
Along with her shorts and a T-shirt, she was wearing a pair of brightly striped knee-socks. And she'd tied her lovely blonde hair into two childish bunches on either side of her head.
Al studied her long brown slender legs and her flat golden belly. Then his eyes came to rest on her tits, which bulged out her T-shirt shamelessly. For once she'd gone without a bra, and her thick nipples poked up against the fabric like two bullets. The tits swelled against the T-shirt and threatened to burst free any second.
"And we interrupted you, didn't we?" Craig rambled on. "Just when you were enjoying yourself, we blundered in and spoiled things. There must be something we can do to make it up to you. What do you say? Huh, Al? Don't you agree?"
Al wasn't saying anything, but he took a step forward and closed the door behind him. Craig moved forward also, and Carly found herself between the two men, her chest heaving with excitement. She glanced at both of them quickly, then at the TV screen. The girl in the movie was flat on her back again between her two lovers.
"The way I see it, the least we can do is fulfill your fantasy for you. You were wondering what it would be like to fuck and suck the two men when we interrupted you. Well, we're more than willing to let you find out. Aren't we, Al? It's the least we can do."
Carly found herself calming down. Her embarrassment was disappearing. There was something about this insane situation that appealed to her. It was like it had been with Arnold and his camera in the basement of the Hobson house. She was being drawn into something kinky-and the notion appealed to her. She couldn't say no.
She folded her arms across her chest, as if to think things over. But she'd forgotten that her shorts were unzipped and open. The pants slipped off her hips and hung loosely around the swells of her cute ass. Her pretty pale-blue panties were suddenly visible underneath. She made no attempt to pull the shorts back up.
"What do you say, little girl? What do you say?" Craig muttered.
He nudged closer to her, till he was touching her. Then his mouth was nuzzling her ear and his hand was stroking up and down her flat brown belly. To his surprise, she didn't resist.
Al was moving in on her from the other side. His hand stroked up over her back and then down over her hip. His fingers slid into her panties at the back and gripped the solid young flesh of her ass cheek. Her ass was lush and springy, without an ounce of flab.
Craig planted his mouth on hers and crammed his tongue in her mouth. He began sucking at her sweet little mouth, smearing her bright lipstick. And his hand fell down her belly and slipped into the front of her panties, digging quickly through her pussy hair. One of his big fingers plowed between her soft cuntlips.
"Mmmmmmm," she mumbled, sucking on his probing tongue. She spread her legs a little and felt her shorts slip off her ass and down her legs past her knees.
It was strange and exciting to have so many hands all over her. Craig was reaching deep inside her panties, fucking his fingers into her cunt. There was another hand squeezing and teasing her ass cheek. Now yet another was groping round in front of her, forcing up her T-shirt, gripping her lush naked tit with strong fingers.
And she could feel the mens' bodies as well. They were pressing against her, sandwiching her, one in front and one behind. They were strong and muscular and manly. And with a lurch of her heart she realized she could feel two growing cocks through their clothes.
Al was pressing his cock-bulge into her left ass cheek. He had one arm wrapped around her, so that he could play with one of her tits. The other hand left her other ass cheek and plowed deep into the crack of her ass. His finger poked and probed, and she whimpered as she felt it fuck into her tight asshole.
"Enjoying yourself, little girl?" Craig muttered, pulling his mouth off hers. "Are you enjoying all the attention the nice men are giving you?"
Carly felt near to collapsing with pleasure. One finger up her cunt, another up her ass. All she could do was whimper and sigh. She felt her T-shirt being lifted again to expose her other tit. Craig dipped his head and began sucking her nipple hungrily.
"You about to ready to suck cock?" Al said suddenly. He was cupping one heavy tit in his hand like a melon, as if he were weighing it. His thumb tweaked the long nipple.
"Yeah, how about that? You want to suck a couple of cocks?" Craig added, spitting her other nipple from his mouth. "Why not show us how it's done? Come on, girlie."
Both men suddenly pulled their fingers from her fuck-holes, their hands from her panties. Al grabbed hold of the string that looped over her hip and snapped it, and her useless panties slipped down her legs to the floor. Apart from the T-shirt stuffed under her chin and her striped knee-socks, she was completely naked.
"Get down on your knees. Let's do it right," Craig muttered.
As she sank down in front of him he gripped her flimsy T-shirt and hauled it up over her head. Her tits wobbled completely free and settled on her chest. The swollen nipples stuck up high.
Carly found herself on her knees between the two men. She was wearing nothing but her knee-socks, and her pretty blonde hair was tousled about. Her face was flushed and she was breathing deeply. She wasn't sure where to start. And the men didn't appear about to help her out. They both stared down at her coolly, their hands on their hips.
"Well let's go, girlie," Craig leered. "Don't be shy. Suck them cocks."
It appeared the men weren't even going to undress for her. They seemed to want her to do everything for them. They stood there expectantly, fully clothed, with their cock-bulges shoved out toward her. And she gazed nervously from one bulging crotch to the other. She smiled up at them shyly and took a deep breath.
"I've never done this for two men before," she murmured sweetly. Her hands reached up and felt the huge bulges in their pants. Her fingers traced the outlines of cocks and balls.
"Then it'll be good experience for you, girlie," Craig told her. "The more cocks you learn to handle at one time, the more confident you'll be. You can never suck too many cocks."
Carly's fingers fondled both cock-bulges some more, and then she was tugging on zippers, unbuckling belts, forcing both men's pants to slip to the floor. The shorts of both men were packed with cockmeat. She grasped the elastic tops of each pair of shorts, and pulled steadily downward.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Craig's cock hung damn near to his knees. It was a thick, ugly prick with a deep-brown cock shaft and a purple cock head. An ugly blue vein the thickness of Carly's finger wriggled up one side of his prick. The foreskin had peeled all the way off the shining cockhead and the piss slit at its tip was winking at her. The cockhead seemed to Carly to be only a shade smaller than a tennis ball. She wondered how she was ever going to get that big cock into her mouth.
Al's cock was smaller and lighter and as she tugged down his shorts it sprang out at her like a snake and bounced in the air elastically. His fucker was about eight inches long and a bright-pink color. It stuck out straight from his hairy crotch, pointing at her threateningly. His gleaming cockhead was the shape of a huge mushroom, she noticed.
"Well are you going to stare at our cocks all day or suck 'em?" Craig grumbled.
He swayed his hips in and out and his enormous prick swung heavily back and forth between his legs. His cock was so big and heavy it never really stood up stiffly. It just hung there like a hunk of lead pipe, throbbing gently.
"I'm going to suck them! Yes I am!" Carly shot back. But still she stared at the monstrous cocks, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was getting herself into.
Finally her hands reached up and circled both cocks gently. She began to pump Al's cock up and down, making it squeak in her fingers. Craig's prick she first had to heft up, as if she were lifting weights. Once his cock was propped up in her hand, she could jack it back and forth softly. The cock was extremely heavy in her hand.
Both men had huge balls, she noticed. Al's balls were packed tightly in their hairy crepe pouch. They jiggled slightly as her hand worked up and down on his growing prick. Craig's balls were suspended in a loose, long bag of skin and as she jacked him off, the sac skin flexed up-and down.
She quickly licked Al's cockhead two or three times. Then her red lips formed a sexy oval and she pressed the hot cockhead against her mouth. She continued jerking him off while she let his prickhead fuck between her lips. Her tongue curled beneath the cock tip and licked it warmly! She rolled her eyes up and gazed into his face.
"Like it? Like the taste of it?" Al smiled at her.
Her pretty blonde pigtails bounced as she worked her mouth up and down over his cockhead. Her eyes were so empty and young and innocent. Her blue eye shadow and red lip gloss seemed oddly out of place.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she smiled. She drove her mouth down farther and swallowed two or three inches of hardening prick.
"Don't forget me, slut," Craig reminded her, and he poked her cheek with his fat cockhead. She still held his cock in her hand and was tugging on it slowly. Obediently, she slipped her mouth off Al's throbbing prick and turned her attention to Craig's monster cock. She licked his prick several times and kissed it, smearing off some of her lipstick. But she hesitated about trying to get any of the cock into her mouth. It was just too big. Her lips pursed, wrapped themselves around his cockhead as if to blow on it.
"Go ahead. Don't be scared. You can do it," Craig encouraged. Her eyelids were lowered, he noticed. Her nostrils were flaring.
Carly paused for a second, her mouth only half over his huge cockhead. Then she wiggled her lips forward a fraction at a time, till all but the rim of his prickhead was between her lips. She glanced up at him quickly then continued, working her lips bit by bit onto his thundering hard-on.
"This is going to take forever, for fuck's sake," Al complained.
She was concentrating so hard on Craig's cock that she'd stopped jerking Al's prick, though her fingers clung to it like a lifeline. He reached down and grabbed a handful of tit.
"She's almost got it. Look, she's doing great," Craig praised. All of his huge cockhead had disappeared into Carly's pretty red mouth.
She forced her lips farther, till an inch or more of thick cockshaft was in her mouth. But there she paused. It was obvious she wasn't going to be able to take much more cock. Her eyes rolled up to him, as if she were waiting for instructions. But then she simply began to pump his cock with her hand. The top quarter of the cock stayed embedded in her mouth.
"Fuck her if you want to," Craig said. 'Go ahead, she won't mind." He reached for a stool with his foot and edged it toward himself.
"Good idea. She can suck me later," Al smiled.
He dropped to his knees on the floor and set about spreading Carly's crotch, lifting her leg out and up so that her cunt winked at him. He settled down behind her and edged his cock under her thigh and up toward her gaping pussy. With his fist, he nudged his prickhead into the hairy slit of her cunt.
Craig sat down on the low stool and spread his legs wide. Anchored to his cock with her mouth, Carly followed him, so that now she lay on her side on the carpet between the two men, one cock in her mouth and fist, the other fucking into her cunt. She bobbed her head slowly and jerked her fist up and down. Al did all the work between her legs.
"Now, isn't this nice and cozy?" Craig commented, beaming. "Just the three of us. Nothing like two cocks at the same time to keep you busy, hey little girl?" He winked at Al and fucked another inch of cock into Carly's mouth.
"She's sure willing enough," grunted Al. He was holding Carly's leg up high so that he could fuck five or six inches of his cock into her cunt. From that angle, that was as much as he could manage.
Carly barely listened. She was in a daze of fuck-lust. She could barely believe she was letting two men make it with her at the same time. It was contrary to everything, she'd ever been taught about love, and sex, and marriage. A girl was supposed to go steady with one nice boy, get married, fuck with no one but him. And the fucking was supposed to be in bed, with the man on top.
Then why did this feel so good? She was naked except for a pair of striped knee socks, in a strange house, on the floor, having sex with not one but two strange men. And she was loving every minute of it. She'd never felt so excited, so dirty, in her whole life. What would her girlfriends say if they could see her now? Or the boys she knew? Or her parents?
She was snapped out of her daydream by a sharp fuck-thrust from Al's cock. Then he was pulling his cock out of her cunt, gripping her around her waist, hauling her up onto her hands and knees. Not for one second did she lose her grip on Craig's cock. It was stuffed solidly into her mouth and she was sucking and pumping on his prick expertly.
Al's cock was probing at her cunt again from behind. She felt the cockhead slip between her pussy lips. Then he was fucking forward and she had seven or eight inches of cock lodged deep in her cunt. He began to fuck her hard, his hands planted on her hips. His crotch hair mashed against her satin-smooth ass cheeks.
"Just like the girl in the movie, huh, little girl?" Craig leered, winking at Al across the back of the helpless girl. "Fucking and sucking two men at the same time. Think you can do as good a job as she did?"
Carly had forgotten all about the dirty movie on the TV. All her attention was taken up in what she was doing. But gorgeous porno stars weren't the only ones who could do wild things. Cute little neighborhood girls could also get in on the fucking.
"You want a piece of ass, Chester?" Al asked Craig suddenly. "I'd like to swap places and get me a blow-job done proper." His cock was fully hard and gleaming wet now as it fucked slowly in and out of Carly's oozing cunt. He was running his hands up and down her tiny waist.
"Don't mind if I do," Craig grunted. "She can only swallow part of my cock, anyhow. Let's do it!"
And with that the two men pulled their cocks from Carly's mouth and cunt, leaving her gasping there on her hands and knees. They stood up and changed places, Craig's cock bouncing heavily as it pointed to the ground at an angle. Al's prick stood up high and twitched, its shaft shining with cunt juice.
Craig's hand were all over Carly, and she found herself rolled over onto her back, her big tits wobbling as they settled back onto her chest. He spread her legs, forced them up and out till they were scissored on either side of him. Then he aimed his monster cock at the gaping hair-lined slit of her cunt and sank down onto her.
"Oh God, oh God," she moaned. It felt as though Craig were trying to shove his hand and arm into her pussy. She gazed up into his eyes in mild panic.
"It'll go, don't worry. It'll go," he reassured her. He had corkscrewed his huge prickhead between her cunt lips and was putting more and more of his body weight behind the cockshaft. Two or three inches of cock fucked into her pussy.
Carly glared up at Craig then clenched her eyes shut. When she opened them again she couldn't see a thing. Al had stuck his thick prick across her face and was bending it down with his fingers. He lay his cock flat across her mouth and began sawing back and forth. She could feel every vein and ridge on the cock's surface with her lips.
"Attagirl! Your cunt's real elastic," Craig wheezed. He'd fucked five or six inches of cock into Carly by now. Her cuntlips were expanding around his huge cock shaft.
"Mmmfffssspppfff!" she gurgled. Al's cock rode back and forth across her face. Occasionally, she felt the slap of his balls against her cheek.
Her head was being tilted to one side suddenly. Al was turning her to face his cock more directly. And soon he was forcing the prickhead against her mouth at a different angle. Her lips opened, he jerked forward, and all at once she had a mouthful of cock. He fucked his prick effortlessly in and out of her mouth.
"Oh yeah, little girl. Take it all," Craig was muttering.
The final few inches of his enormous prick were fucking into Carly's cunthole. His crotch hair meshed with hers. And his cock was in her cunt all the way. His hips started pumping, and he fed her great throbbing lengths of cock.
Carly swooned with pleasure. She'd never felt so full of prick. She tilted her face willingly toward Al and accepted the jerking fuck-lunges of his cock. More than half his hard-on was ramming in and out of her mouth. His cockhead was fucking deep into her throat. He supported her head with one hand as he fucked her face.
Her body rippled and jerked as the two huge cocks fucked into her. Her tits wobbled back and forth like two loose mounds of Jello. Her thighs clamped tightly alongside Craig was he fucked her. Her tongue wrapped around Al's prick and tickled the pulsing veins in its side. Carly was in heaven.
"What do you think, Al? Hot little piece huh?" Craig grunted. Sweat was rolling down his face.
Al didn't answer. He was swinging one leg up over Carly's tits, settling down onto them so that he could fuck her face straight on. He squatted on top of her, squishing her big tits together. His huge thighs were on either side of her face. He tilted her head higher with his hand and fucked his cock deeper into her lovely mouth.
"Hey, what the fuck," Craig said. Cramped for space, he was forced to straighten up some. But he had no trouble fucking his thick cock in and out of Carly's cunt.
"You ready for a mouthful of cum, little girl?" Al croaked.
His fist was wrapped around the base of his cock and he jerked himself off while he fucked his prick in and out of Carly's mouth. She had her fingers curled over his, ready to take over if he should want her to. She gazed up into his face with her big blue eyes.
"You gonna shoot, Al?" Craig asked. He was really curious. He didn't know how much longer he could keep fucking the luscious teenager without blasting his own cum-load.
Al didn't answer. He propped up Carly's head with one hand and jerked himself off with the other. His hips quit pumping and he withdrew his thick cock till only the cockhead and two or three inches of cock shaft were stuffed between her lips.
"Ohhhhhhhnnnn!" he moaned suddenly, throwing his head back. But then he was staring at Carly's lovely young face expectantly, his fist a blur of motion on the base of his prick.
Carly began coughing roughly as her mouth and throat filled up with a huge gush of cum. She felt as though hot wax were being pumped into her throat. Jism was clogging her mouth to capacity, squishing between her cheeks and gums, seeping between her teeth. Cum was being fired down her throat so fast she couldn't keep up with it.
She gurgled, her eyes rolling in panic. She siphoned down one huge blast of cum, then another. His cockhead seemed to be spewing out one long continuous stream of hot spunk. She couldn't swallow his cum fast enough. She was gagging, choking. He was going to drown her with cum!
And then she was drawing the cum up into her nose and it was stinging her. Great white bubbles of cock snot popped from her nostrils and stuck to her top lip. Thick steamy trails of silver spunk slipped from the corners of her mouth and rolled down her chin. The overflowing spunk ran down her neck into the hollow of her throat. She swallowed again and again, sucking down heavy wads of cum, but she couldn't keep up with the flow.
"Suck it all down! Eat my cum!" Al ordered, his fist still yanking on his exploding cock.
Now only his cockhead was in Carly's mouth, sitting on her cum-coated tongue. Jism was oozing from her mouth like heavy cream, covering her lips and chin and neck.
He pulled back even farther, and she tried to close her mouth on his cum-spurting prick. But he kept his cock jammed against her lips, and she couldn't close her mouth all the way. Cum burst from his prick and had nowhere to go. Jism filled the oval of her mouth and then drooled off her tilted face, falling in heavy knots along her jawline. It was pale white, like wax.
"Suck it! Eat my cum!" he muttered tensely. But suddenly he let go of his cock and let her grip it in her fingers. The heaviest jets of jizz were over. Now the spunk just drooled from his prick tip like syrup from a jug.
Carly took hold of his prick gamely, and instead of pushing his cock away she pumped it slowly, milking out the dregs of his cum. She could tell he was nearly finished and after a couple of swallows she was all caught up with him. She opened her mouth and let the ropes of spunk dangle and drop in between her lips. Her tongue and teeth were coated with slimy jism.
"Get off of her. I'm gonna shoot too," Craig announced.
All this time he'd been very much aware of what was going on as he fucked his cock in and out of her pussy. Now he was prodding Al in his back and urging him to give him more room. He wanted a full view of the pretty teenager when he came.
When Al finally did swing himself off of her, Craig was shocked at what he saw. Carly's lower face and mouth were smothered in heavy wads of white cum. He could see the cock cream oozing from between her lips and drooling down her chin and neck. And she had gripped Al's prick in her hand and was now smearing the jism back and forth across her mouth with his cockhead.
Al couldn't hold back coming now, not after seeing this. He gazed up the length of her golden-brown body, over her pretty tummy and between her giant jiggling tits. He fucked his prick in and out of her cunt, humping his hips crazily. Her belly rippled, her big tits separated and shimmied.
The weird thing was, she only seemed to be partly aware that someone was fucking her. She was concentrating completely on Al's cock, which stuck out across her face at an angle and occasionally dripped a huge glob of spunk to her cheek. She tilted the cock with her cum-webbed fingers, and licked its underside hungrily while her mouth still spewed white spunk.
Craig felt his cock tremble, and a huge knot of jism spurted out into Carly's sucking cunt. Then without waiting, he pulled out of her, pressed his cock along the groove of her pussy so that the cockhead was aimed up over her belly. He humped back and forth and watched the hot pellets of his cum spurt up and out over Carly's nude body. It was the most erotic thing he had ever done.
Carly took it all in stride. She still seemed barely aware of what was happening between her legs. She licked and sucked on Al's cock, rubbing it into her face till her skin shone with white slime. Only when Craig's cum shot as high as her throat did she glance down to see what was happening.
Craig began by spurting a ribbon of cum high in the air and to the left. The jism hung in the air a second, then tumbled across Carly's belly in a silver line stretching as far as the globe of her left tit. It wasn't a straight line, but curved toward her navel before disappearing in the thick tangle of her cunt hair.
"What are you trying to do, for fuck's sake?" Al asked, dazedly watching Craig's efforts. "You wanna cover her in cum, or what?"
Craig gripped his cock more firmly in his fist, gave it great hefty tugs and waved his prick across Carly's body. A jet of spunk nearly a yard long fired up and splattered her diagonally, from the top of her left thigh to the tip of her right shoulder. On the way it filled up her navel and curved around the globe of her tit, like a line painted clumsily down a highway.
"Scattershot technique," he groaned, still pumping his prick.
Another jet of silver cum spurted from his cock tip, this one bouncing low over her skin like mercury on glass, all the way up the center of her body, over her rib cage and between her tits. The cum joined Al's cum in the hollow of her neck.
"Shit, you're smothering her in cum!" Al croaked, fascinated with what he was seeing.
Carly tilted her head and gazed down her cum-streaked body. She giggled strangely, and more of Al's cum oozed from her mouth.
Craig lifted himself higher between her scissored legs and aimed his jism for her big beautiful tits. He spurted cum first across one tit mound then across the other, hitting her stiff nipples with jets of white jism and making them gleam like glazed cherries. When his jets grew weaker he decorated each tit with strings of white, in cute circles, as if he were icing a cake.
"Jesus Christ," Al moaned. His cock had started to grow limp, but for several seconds now it had stayed fairly solid in Carly's fingers.
Craig's huge cock was just dripping cum now, and he milked it out and let his cum splatter onto Carly's belly and tits in big silver-dollar circles. Finally he crawled off her and around till his cock was propped over her mouth, like Al's. Then the two men watched as she kissed and sucked both cocks and rubbed them on her spunk-soiled face.
In the corner, the TV screen was blank, but no one noticed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Arnold the photographer phoned Carly a few days later and asked her to come visit him in his basement suite at the Hobsons' house. He had the house to himself, he said, because the Hobsons had packed up the kids and gone away for the weekend. He was going to invite a few people over and he wanted Carly to meet them. If she came over early enough, he said, they would have some time to themselves before the others arrived.
Carly accepted.
She knew damn well that he probably wanted her to pose for some more dirty photographs, and at the very least he would fuck her silly. But she didn't really care. She wasn't the least bit nervous or scared. She was just curious. She was confident that whatever he had in mind, she could handle it, and it would probably be fun.
She was changing-she knew that now. She wasn't the shy little girl she'd been up until a week or so ago. Her sexual adventures were making a new girl, or woman, of her. She couldn't fuck and suck two men at the same time, she told herself, without some permanent change in herself. It made her feel older, and more sure of herself.
And so in late afternoon she presented herself at Arnold's suite, and he invited her in and made her feel at home. There were just the two of them, as he'd said, and for ten minutes or so they sipped drinks and chatted like old friends. Then he handed her a manila envelope and asked her to look inside. He winked at her lewdly.
Carly found herself sifting through the photographs that he'd taken of her when they'd first met. It somehow seemed so long ago. And in spite of her new confidence, she couldn't stop herself from flushing hotly and avoiding his eyes. Here was the evidence of how much she'd changed in such a short time.
"You like them?" Arnold asked. He had come over to where she was sitting and was staring at the photographs over her shoulder.
"I ... I don't know. They're so . . . dirty ..." she said.
"I know. That's the whole point. You're a fucking natural cock-teaser. You have the body of a woman and the face of a young girl. But what comes across is that you enjoy sex. You look like you're willing to do anything for a man."
Or men, Carly thought, flipping through the pictures. She couldn't get over how sexy she looked. Her eyelids drooped with lust and she really did appear willing to try anything she was asked. As she examined the shots in sequence, she found herself growing more and more excited. Especially when she saw the final shots of her pussy covered in pasty ropes of cum.
"Aren't those something?" Arnold prompted. "Look at those with the dildo shoved up your cunt. And these last few ..."
He pointed several things out to her but she only half-listened. She was suddenly very much aware of the touch of his fingers on her arm and she wanted to rub herself against him. These days she got horny so fast. After looking at the pictures, she was going to be putty in his hands.
"I thought maybe we could pick where we left off last time," he said finally, taking the photographs from her. "I'd like to get some shots of you in action. Here, put these on."
He tossed her some lacy underthings and, without the slightest hesitation, she set about doing as she was told. There was no question of her refusing. She felt sexy. She wanted to do what he asked. And if he photographed her again, well, she just didn't care. What difference could it make now?
He flicked on some lights and set up a camera or two as she undressed. He seemed very businesslike and not the least bit turned on. She wondered if this was just an act and glanced at his crotch in search of a telltale cock-bulge. She couldn't really see anything out of the ordinary.
"Are we going to fuck again?" she asked him at last, slipping off her panties. Her dress was draped across a chair already and she wore no bra. She set about fastening the black lace garter belt around her waist and then sat on the chair to pull on the sheer black stockings.
"Maybe. I'm not sure. We're going to play it by ear." He came over and draped a long loose string of pearls around her neck. They dangled down to her belly and looped sexily around one big tit.
"And why do I have to wear this stuff?" she asked. "It makes me look like a real whore."
He was staring at her curiously, examining her as she finished attaching the stockings to the black elastic suspenders. There were no panties for her to wear, and no bra, so that the embroidered lace garter belt and stockings were all that she now wore, apart from the pearls. The waist loop and suspenders framed her pussy mound sexily.
"How do you feel about some company?" he asked her suddenly, and without waiting for an answer he walked to the foot of the stairs and called out softly.
There was the sound of footsteps from above.
For a second Carly didn't understand. She just stared at Arnold dumbly. Then footsteps sounded on the stairs and a handsome young man appeared. And another. And another. Till the small basement room seemed full of male flesh and male eyes ogling her in her garter belt and stockings.
"Carly, this is Gary, and Bob, and David," Arnold said, pointing to each of the young men in turn. "They've agreed to pose for me also. I think we're all going to have fun together."
Carly's eyes widened. She didn't know what to say. She simply stared at each of the three young men, noticing vaguely how handsome each one was and how their muscles bulged through their clothes. They looked like members of a weight-lifting team or something. They were huge. And they all glared at her hungrily.
"Let's get started. Strip down, guys," Arnold instructed. He motioned Carly to her knees on the carpet.
The three hulking young men peeled off jeans and T-shirts and shorts and stood there in a semi-circle around Carly's kneeling form. Two of the guys had cocks that seemed small in proportion to the rest of their bodies, she noticed. But the third fellow had a cock that looked even bigger than Craig's. His prick was thick and seemed to hang halfway to the floor.
"Suck 'em, Carly," Arnold said, as if he were asking her to pass him the salt. He was crouching just to one side of her, his camera at the ready. The light shone clearly on Carly's face and hair.
She thought for a moment what a good thing it was that she'd had practice with more than one cock at Craig's house. Otherwise she just might be finding this whole situation too scary and kinky for words. It really didn't feel that strange to be inches from three pulsing pricks. Two cocks or three cocks-there wasn't too much difference.
She took a deep breath, smiled up at the three strangers uncertainly, then reached up with both hands to cup the smaller cocks with her fingers. They were soft and pliable in her hands, though she could feel the cocks begin to grow almost as soon as she touched them. Her fingers circled each prick and she began to pump them gently.
"Attagirl, attagirl," Arnold encouraged, secretly amazed that she was doing what he asked without resistance. He focused on her gorgeous young face.
The third cock, the monster, hung down directly in front of her face. She paused a second, figuring out how to attack it. Then she leaned forward and kissed the cock midway up its trunk, causing it to sway to the left. This cock really was bigger than Craig's, and she wondered how the hell she was ever going to get it into her mouth.
The guy with the big cock decided to help her. He gripped his prick with two hands, held it out straight in front of him like a firehose. Grateful, Carly leaned forward again, this time smearing her face against his huge cockhead and letting him rub it against her skin. Then she licked the prick tip and wrapped her lips around it lovingly, making the cockhead shine with her spit.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Arnold praised. He was snapping pictures rapidly, but Carly barely noticed.
"Don't forget us, baby," the young man named Gary said. His cock was growing nicely in Carly's hand but he was eager for a blow-job.
She turned to Gary immediately and stuffed his swelling cock into her mouth. Three or four inches of cock disappeared in one gulp and she bobbed her head back and forth eagerly. The cock began to stiffen rapidly, stretching her lips wider and wider. Her mouth made squeaking sounds on the stiffening cock meat.
"Great, just great," Arnold crooned. He was holding his camera alongside her face.
David was the one on her right, and so that he wouldn't feel left out she soon turned her attention to him, sucking the head of his cock and forcing her lips down the swelling cock shaft. And then she began to move from one cock to the next, sucking each prick in turn, making each one harder and harder. Bob's prick, the huge one in the middle, didn't stiffen so much as just grow thicker.
"Haul her to the bed. Let's get down to business," Arnold coaxed.
The three men lifted Carly from her knees and nearly carried the helpless teenager across the room. She felt hands all over her, feeling her up, squeezing her tits, mauling her luscious ass cheeks. Hardening cocks scraped against her lovely skin.
Carly lost track of time. She was overwhelmed, smothered with cock, and the outside world seemed very far away. For the rest of the afternoon and early evening, she would be concentrating on the bodies of the three men, on their cocks and balls. It was like a weird wet dream for her.
"Fuck her, Bobby. Cram your cock in her pussy and let me get some shots of that," Arnold ordered. He was in complete charge. The other men never questioned his orders.
Carly was flipped on her back on the bed and her knees were pushed up and her legs spread. Dressed in nothing but her pearls, garter belt and stockings, she was the picture of wild teenager sexuality. Her face, accentuated by dark-blue eye shadow and scarlet lip gloss, was tense with excitement. Her platinum hair gleamed brightly.
Bobby knelt between her legs, pumped his monster cock in his fist, then nudged his cock head against the wet slash of her hairy cunt. At first her cunthole seemed too small to take his prick, but slowly her pussy lips folded around his giant cockhead and sucked it inside. A third of his thick cockshaft followed.
"David, Gary, get on either side of her face. Have her suck you off. I want pictures of everything." Arnold whirled about on the bed like a referee at a wrestling contest.
Bob was fucking his monster cock in and out of Carly slowly, feeding her a bit at a time, getting her used to the feel of his cock. And already Gary and David were kneeling on either side of Carly's head, their cocks jutting like poles over her pretty face. She circled the cocks with her long fingers, pumped both cocks and sucked them one at a time, twisting her head from side to side.
"Great! Fucking great," Arnold praised.
He leaned over Carly and for the moment concentrated on her face. He lingered long over one shot of her as she tried to suck both cocks at once. Her mouth was wide open, her tongue stuck out lewdly. And both cockheads sat on her lips while she licked them. Her eyes were clenched shut. Her lipstick shone brightly.
Her cunt was being fucked by Bob's huge cock, and finally he had all of his prick in her pussy. He started fucking her with easy, steady strokes, amazed that such a small girl was taking his cock with no trouble. He reached up to fondle one of her big tits. The tit flesh was firm and full in his fingers.
"Shove your cock in her mouth. Gary-cram as much of your cock as you can in her face," Arnold panted. He was really getting excited as he snapped his pictures.
Gary tilted her face, eased his bloated cockhead between Carly's painted lips. He shoved forward, and six inches of swollen cock fucked into her face. Her cheeks swelled out hugely. Her lipstick smeared off onto the sides of his prick. She began to bob her head up and down on his cock.
"What about me?" David complained. He was nudging his cockhead into Carly's swollen cheek. She had her Fingers wrapped around his cock and was tugging on it distractedly.
"In a minute. You'll get your turn," Arnold answered. He was taking close-ups of Carly's cock-stuffed mouth.
In a matter of seconds Carly spat out Gary's cock and turned her attention to David. She swallowed four or five inches of his still-growing prick and Arnold resumed his picture taking. Meanwhile, Bob fucked his thick hard-on in and out of the helpless teenager's sloppy pussy. He was ramming his fucker in her to the hilt, meshing his crotch hair with hers.
And on and on it went, with Arnold giving instructions and the three cocksmen doing as they were told. Bob pulled his cock out of her, took a position by her face for a blow-job while first Gary then David took their turns between her legs. They all fucked her. They all shoved their cocks into her throat.
And Arnold grew more and more excited. "This is fantastic. Fucking fantastic! Three guys fucking her at the same time. Good thing I have pictures. No one would believe it."
As he swirled about snapping his camera, a distinct cock-bulge grew in his crotch. The outline of his growing cock was clearly visible through his jeans.
"I'm gonna have to come pretty soon, Arnold," David said. He was fucking his cock in and out of Carly's sopping cunt.
"Hold it. Hang on," Arnold said. "I want to photograph it. I want you all to come at once But first there's something else I want us to try."
"Jesus, Arnold," Gary complained. Carly was at that moment sucking his prick deep into her throat and he appeared on the verge of spilling his jism.
"Pull out of her. We're gonna really gang-bang her," Arnold announced proudly. The others stared at him dumbly and he had to explain. "Fuck her in every hole she has. Cram her with cock. Three cocks at the same time. One in her mouth, one up her cunt, one up her ass. It's simple. Let's do it!"
The others gazed at him without speaking. He began to yell orders and tell each of them where he wanted them to be. Finally, they did pull their glistening, stone-hard cocks out of Carly. And they set about doing as they were told. The helpless teenager stared in a daze.
CHAPTER NINE
Bob lay on the bed with both hands wrapped around his bloated cock. He was on his back, with his legs spread and his balls tucked into the crook of his thighs. His prick stuck up straight toward the ceiling, like the thick end of a baseball bat. He had his head propped up against a pillow so that he could watch everything that was going on.
"Sit on it. Sit on his cock, you silly bitch," Arnold ordered. "Gary, David, give her a hand."
With the string of pearls looped around one naked tit, Carly stepped over Bob till she had both feet planted firmly on either side of him. Gary and David held her arms for support. And slowly, gently, she was lowered onto Bob's giant cock. Arnold knelt on the bed just to one side.
"To the left, to the left," Bob grunted. A fat pearl of pre-cum seeped from his cock tip and rolled down the shaft of his prick.
Carly was squatting low over him, her legs scissored, her thighs spread wide. And suddenly she felt the huge head of his prick nudge her puffy cuntlips. He tilted his cock a little, still supporting it with both hands, and her cuntlips warped and folded themselves over his fat cockhead. She let herself slip down onto the steel-hard column of cockmeat.
"All the way. That's it. Now bend over some," Arnold went on. He leaned over on the bed to watch the progress of Bob's cock.
She sank lower and lower and the monster prick fucked into her pussy. Finally, with a deep sigh of satisfaction, she dipped her head and planted her hands on Bob's chest. His cock was in her all the way and she could feel it throbbing. Her legs were tucked under her, scissored on either side of him. Her big tits swung down below her like ripe fruit.
"Shit, that feels good! What a cute little whore," Bob groaned. He reached up and palmed both of her dangling tits, squeezing them eagerly.
"Gary, up her ass. Cram your cock up her ass. Now!" Arnold croaked. He seemed to be growing even more excited. He stood at the foot of the bed now, where he could get a good view of the double fucking.
Gary stepped in back of Carly, his hard-on bouncing up and down. He bent his knees, grabbed his cock in his fist, planted his purple cockhead against the puckered circle of her asshole. Bob's thick cock was clearly visible curving up from his balls and disappearing into Carly's pussy like some gross banana.
"Shove it in! Fuck her up the ass!" Arnold urged. Once again he was snapping pictures rapidly.
"I'm trying! I'm trying!" Gary wailed.
He put more weight behind his cock, and gradually it forced open Carly's tight asshole and began to fuck inside. When the last bloated inch of cock had disappeared, his balls settled down near Bob's balls. Arnold's camera clicked away crazily.
Carly felt as though she were being split in half. It was the strangest feeling she had ever had. But it was pleasant, too. It was dirty and kinky and terribly exciting. Two cocks fucking inside her at the same time. And so close together. She could feel each cock separately. She sighed with lust.
"Perfect. Fucking perfect," Arnold crooned.
Both men had started moving without being told. They were fucking Carly with short, sharp strokes. And as the cocks fucked back and forth in her cunt and her ass, Arnold photographed them.
"What about me?" David asked. He stood on the bed and pumped his prick steadily in his hand. His cock was extremely red and raw looking.
"In her mouth, you stupid sonovabitch," Arnold ordered. "Fuck her face. Fuck her stupid face."
David immediately stepped close to Carly and, sandwiched as she was, she managed to reach out for his cock, circle it with her fingers, tug his cock toward her open mouth. And while the other two men fucked her she stuffed this third cock between her lips and began to suck it eagerly. She was in a daze of fuck-lust, craving cock as if her life depended on it.
"That's great. Oh yeah, that's fantastic," Arnold praised.
He shifted around to the other side of Carly and photographed her coCk-stuffed face. Then he stepped back to capture the whole scene. All three men were fucking their cocks in and out of her. Her body was completely stuffed with cock.
"I can't hold it! This is too crazy!" Gary complained. But along with the other two men he continued to fuck his prick in and out of the helpless teenager.
Carly was in heaven. She wanted the fucking to go on forever. She never wanted the crazy gang-bang to end. If she had one complaint, it was that there weren't more cocks available, more pricks to sit on and suck and have stuffed up her ass. She could have handled ten, twenty men. She would never be able to get enough cock from now on. Never!
"I'm going to shoot! I can't hold it!" Gary wheezed again. His cock was a blur as he fucked it in and out of Carly's ass. He was cramming his cock into her to the hilt, and so was Bob. Even David had his prick fucked so far down Carly's throat that his pubic hair was tickling her nose.
"Pull out of her! Shoot in her face!" Arnold yelled. "I want to photograph it. I've got to get it on film!"
Hardly knowing what he was doing, Gary pulled his aching cock from Carly's ass. He didn't touch it, scared that if he did it would explode. Instead, he dropped to his knees on the bed and crawled up to her left. His prick was a scarlet color.
"And the rest of you! Come in her face! Cover her with cum!" Arnold croaked. There was a wild, crazy gleam in his eyes.
Bob grabbed Carly by the waist with his big hands, forced her up off his cock with one quick movement, and flipped her over on her back on the bed. David's cock snapped from her mouth and swung up and down in the air, dripping pre-cum. Suddenly Gary was on one side of her, David on the other, their cocks tilted up over her face like logs. She circled the cocks with her fingers and began to pump them eagerly, gazing from one to the other.
And Bob swung one thick thigh over her middle, lodged his huge cock in her cleavage, and began to fuck her tits briskly. His hands forced her big tits together over his prick, and he humped back and forth on top of her, driving his cockhead out from her tits and damn near to her chin. The string of pearls was tangled up around her throat.
"Come all over her! Shoot in her face!" Arnold urged.
He was leaning over Carly, framing her face and the three red cocks with his camera. She was tilting her face from side to side, sucking first Gary's cockhead, then David's.
And then Gary finally let out a deep groan. His cock twitched and sent out a streamer of cum over a foot long. The spunk shot up Carly's face at an angle, across her cheek and over the bridge of her nose. It grazed her eyebrow and matted the hairs together before sliding down her temple into her hair. The cum was like a thick, ugly scar across her face.
"Great! Just fucking great!" Arnold grunted. His camera snapped rapidly.
Carly had been sucking David's cock, but now she turned her attention to Gary. Her fingers squeezed his cock extra hard and pumped it rapidly. Her eyes were glued to the twitching cock tip and her mouth was open in readiness. It fascinated her that she was going to see three men come at such close range.
"Oh, sweet Christ," Gary moaned. His cock spat out another streamer of jism, this one even longer than the first.
His cum crossed Carly's face parallel to the first shot, but farther over, starting at her jawline and ending over her left eye. On the way, the cum slashed across her open mouth with a twine of silver the thickness of her finger. Then it looped over her nose and streaked across her eye, coating her thick lashes and making her blue eye shadow shine an even deeper color.
"Mmmmmm," Carly crooned. The spunk had landed heavily on her tongue, and she was smacking her lips together, pressing the slimy cum between, tasting the warm jism eagerly. The jism hung off her red lips like heavy cream.
"Perfect! Cover her face!" Arnold croaked. He was thrilled at the close-ups he was getting.
Gary groaned again, and a fountain of cum spiraled up the right side of Carly's face, bathing her cheek, her eye, her forehead with a ribbon of silver half an inch wide. A fat pearl of white cock cream hung off her eyelash. A trickle of jism rolled down into the corner of her eye.
"Come in my mouth! Spurt all over me! Shoot in my face!" she wailed, smiling up at the camera and the three cocks. "I love it, I love it, I love it!"
David began to shoot cum from the other side of her face. His cock spurted a quivering rope of cum that hit her below her left eye and bounced over the bridge of her nose to her right eye, which it sealed shut before firing into her hair. His cum hung off her face like a loose blindfold.
"Fantastic! Fucking great!" Arnold went on. His camera clicked over the moans of the men.
Carly turned her head toward David and for her pains got a scalding mouthful of spunk. He had his hand wrapped over hers and was helping her tug on his cock and milk out the sizzling cock cream. He seemed to be aiming for her mouth, for first one, then another jet of silver cum shot directly between her open, gasping lips. The stuff hung off her teeth in milky strands.
But then he began to miss the mark, and jets of jism skidded off down her cheeks and across her chin. Which was just as well, for her mouth was full to overflowing. Great stringy globs of spunk oozed from her lips and clung to her chin. Her tongue was covered with a thick blanket of cum. And all the while jism still seeped from Gary's cock. He helped Carly squeeze out the last of his cum. The heavy jism dropped like syrup to her upturned face. Her cheeks and forehead were splotched and gleaming with steaming circles of cock cream. Cum covered her face like a mask of white gelatin.
David spurted another big wad of cum, this one really missing its mark. His cock was pulled to one side just as he shot off, and the ribbon of spunk ended up draped along Carly's hairline like a headband. Part of the cum hung in her hair in a weird S-shape.
"Mmmmmffffff!" she groaned, swooning under the flood of cum. Her mouth was clogged, her eyes were sealed shut, and her face was completely splattered.
And just then Bob's monster cock began to shoot out its heavy cum-load.
"Oh fuck! Fantastic! Oh shit!" Arnold crooned. He leaned in closer to photograph Bob's ejaculation. It took some effort to stay out of the line of fire.
"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" Bob croaked. He had been fucking Carly steadily between her tits, watching while the other two men splattered her face with cum. But now he quit squeezing her tits together. He just pressed his cock down into her cleavage and stared at it as the cum began to shoot.
His first jet of jizz shot up between her tits in a huge ribbon and smashed under Carly's chin with an audible splatter. The cum ricocheted off in all directions, decorating her neck and upper tits with glittering streamers of spunk. The jism bounced over her skin like mercury.
But then he was taking hold of his trembling cock, pumping it roughly in his fist. And a rope of cum spiraled up into the air and did a little dance there before falling with a tremendous splash on top of all the other jism coating her face. Suddenly the entire right side of her face was submerged under a gleaming river of cum.
"Jesus Christ," Arnold said.
David shot out his last jet of cum, directly into Carly's mouth. The rest of his cock juice dripped from his prick tip and landed on her cheek and in her hair. Both he and Gary were pretty well finished. But Bob was only just starting. And he seemed eager to outdo both of them.
Bob had climbed up over Carly's chest so that he could shoot his cum down on her from close range. And he appeared to be determined to cover every last spot on her face with spunk.
He shot once, twice, into her oozing mouth, so that she was forced to gag, to spit out some of the warm cum sealing her lips. Then he tilted his cock higher and lobbed jet after jet of jism onto her cheeks and forehead.
"I don't believe it. Oh fuck," Arnold groaned. "She's covered in cum. Oh fuck!"
Another streamer of cum crossed Carly's face. And another. Her entire face was glistening with a coating of jism nearly a quarter of an inch thick. Pools of cum formed in the corners of her eyes. One nostril was completely plugged. Her mouth overflowed with a shining white wall of spunk. And still Bob fired more cum at her.
She began to whimper under all the warm cum. It didn't seem to her that it was ever going to end. It was too much. They'd choke her with cum. They'd drown her. This was just too much spunk for any one girl to handle. She swallowed as best she could, but it didn't seem to do any good. Her mouth stayed full to capacity with steaming jism.
"Cover her, cover her! Oh yeah," Arnold wheezed. His camera was flecked with white.
Bob pumped his monster cock and held it inches from Carly's cum-splattered face. A huge blast of cum bounced up across her mouth, alongside her nose and just to the left of her eye. It slithered across her glittering forehead. And then he planted his cockhead an inch from her mouth and let all the rest of his fuck juice splatter her there. The cum drooled down thickly and added to the white pool already blocking her mouth.
And then he was finished too, and there was nothing left to do but smear the cum back and forth on her face with his cockhead. Gary and David joined him, and Arnold photographed the three huge red cocks poking the cum about on her skin. Her face looked as if it had been dipped in wax. The cocks sloshed the jism about crazily.
Beneath it all, Carly began to smile: She knew they'd finished. She knew she had come through. From here on she could enjoy it, relish the weird feel of so much sticky spunk covering her pretty young face. She played her tongue about in the thick pool of jism clogging her mouth, let the cock cream pour from her lips freely. Her mouth curled up in a cummy smile of lewd pleasure.
But then at last Arnold was putting his camera aside. He was crawling closer, unzipping his pants, hauling out his big stiff prick. He gripped his swollen cock tightly, began to jack off with quick, nervous tugs. He tilted his prick down and aimed it at Carly's cum-coated face.
CHAPTER TEN
Less than a week later Carly was leaving school in the late afternoon when Mr. Hobson honked at her from behind the wheel of his station wagon. He offered her a ride home and she accepted, thinking that maybe on the way he would ask her to baby-sit again. She immediately thought of Arnold's suite in the Hobson basement, and wondered what the crazy photographer would have lined up for her this time.
But Mr. Hobson didn't mention babysitting. And he didn't drive her home, either. He drove the car slowly through the suburbs instead, glancing over at her once in a while and smiling. She didn't complain. She always had thought Mr. Hobson was sexy. Maybe this was his way of making a pass at her. The idea didn't bother her a bit.
"I've evicted Arnold," he said at last, staring straight through the windshield. "Have you any idea why?"
Carly looked away from him and didn't speak. Her stomach flip-flopped.
"I found some photographs he'd been taking. Actually my wife did. We thought we shouldn't have someone like him living in our basement. He just had to go."
"What . . . what kind of photographs?" Carly asked innocently, though she knew damn well. She'd thought she was all over her blushing stage, but sitting next to this handsome older man she found herself flushing deeply.
"I think you know. The dirty kind. Pornographic pictures. The kind only a slut would pose for."
Carly's heart beat even faster. So that was what he thought of her. And he was right. Too bad being a slut was so much fun.
"Not that I disapprove completely," he went on pleasantly. "Sluttish behavior really interests me, in fact. And I found the photographs very arousing. It's just that a respectable family doesn't want that kind of thing going on under its roof, if you know what I mean. There's a time and a place for everything."
Carly glared out through the car window and said nothing. She felt as if she had no control of anything. All she could do was wait for him to call the shots.
"Yes, you've no idea how arousing I found those photographs." To Carly's amazement, he unzipped his fly and tugged out his cock, which was halfway hard. He replaced both hands on the steering wheel and continued driving as if nothing had happened. His cock stuck up from his lap.
"You enjoyed them, did you?" she murmured, staring tensely at his prick. In spite of everything, she found her mouth watering. She nudged over closer to him on the seat.
"I really did. I love the sight of young girls sucking cock. And one pretty little girl sucking three cocks and getting herself smothered in cum-well, that's something that has to be seen to be believed."
Carly reached over and circled his prick with her fingers. His cock was a big one and it was throbbing and hard. She pumped his prick several times in her fist and tugged it a little farther from his pants. She used her other hand to unbuckle his belt and open his pants properly. The cock grew rapidly in her hand.
"Yes, the pictures were very nice. Very nice indeed," he mumbled on. He was driving very slowly and he was thankful there wasn't much traffic.
Carly's blonde head bent over, her wet mouth opened, and Hobson's cock slipped between her lips. She began to suck gently, easing more and more of his growing prick into her mouth. One hand scooped under him and cupped the heavy warm sac of his balls. She started squeezing his balls in her fingers.
"Cock-sucking young sluts-I love 'em," he muttered. He slipped lower in his seat and forced more cockmeat into her mouth. "I have friends who love 'em, too. You've no idea how many men there are around who love young cock-sucking sluts. Why, in our neighborhood alone . . . oooooh!"
Over half of his thick cock had slid into Carly's sucking mouth. His prick was fully hard now and her lips were stretched tightly around the swollen cockmeat. She was using her tongue expertly, tickling his prickhead and teasing the piss slit. The up-and-down motion of her head was perfectly timed. He felt the jism swirl in his balls.
"I can think of half a dozen guys right off who love teenage pussy and would do anything for a blow-job like this. I think you should meet them. I could arrange it,' he rambled on. "Then there's the guys at work. Shit, what they wouldn't do if I could get them the kind of action that's in those photographs! Yeah, it's a great idea."
Carly was barely listening. She was in her element again, sucking cock. Her face was crammed full of swollen prick, and she was loving every inch of it. Her fingers tightened on his balls and coaxed up the hot cum. Her lips scudded up and down on his prick so fast her blonde hair bounced.
"Ohhhh, you really know what you're doing, don't you, you little cunt?" he croaked. "You must have been taught by experts. Where did you learn to suck cock like this, at your age?"
Carly was sure he didn't want an answer to that. His hand was on the back of her head and he was helping her pump up and down on his cock. She could feel flexing in his thighs, and it seemed it wasn't going to take too long to get Mr. Hobson off. She snorted into his crotch hair, taking every last inch of cock into her mouth now on the downstroke.
"Yeah, expert little cock-sucker," he groaned. "And that's not all you do well, is it, little girl? There's regular fucking, and tit-fucking, and ass-fucking. You do it all, don't you? And in groups! Oh, we're gonna have fun, you and me and my friends. I'll supply you with all the cockmeat you can handle and then some."
His cock was trembling in her mouth. Her lips were sealed in a tight oval around his prick and she could feel every last tremor. There were strange quivers in his huge balls. Any second she expected her mouth to fill up with hot cum. It could only be a matter of seconds. She fucked her face on his cock even faster.
"We'll fuck you every which way," Hobson wheezed. "Up the cunt, up the ass, in the mouth, between your tits. You'll get so much cock you'll wonder what hit you."
His voice was becoming more and more raged. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and glared out the windshield. He slowed the car down then speeded up again erratically. He looked for a place to pull over but could find none. And then he began to groan deeply, and it was too late. He started spurting hot spunk into Carly's sucking mouth.
"GgglllggglUggg!" she gurgled, swallowing down a great wad of jism. Her entire mouth had suddenly filled up with cock cream and she was hard pressed to suck down all the cum he gave her. She gripped the lower part of his cock in her fist and began to pump it solidly.
"Jesus Christ, I'm coming!" he groaned. His foot jerked on the gas pedal and the right rear tire kicked up gravel from the side of the road. He straightened out and tried to control his speed.
Her mouth was sliding up his cock and only the bloated prickhead was between her lips when the next blast of jism shot free. She tried her best to swallow, but the seal of her lips couldn't hold the force of his cum and a great river of silver spunk poured down his cockshaft and into his crotch hair. Her fingers were webbed together with cum.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he croaked. His cock felt trapped in her mouth. And she didn't appear about to let him go. She was sucking up his jism as if she suffered from a cum deficiency.
Carly swallowed deeply and forced her mouth back down on his exploding cock. A great squirming mass of jism wriggled down her throat. More cum poured out over her fingers and onto his pants. Below his balls, her other hand could feel the cum seeping down. A heavy mass of spunk clogged her mouth, hanging from her teeth and gums and seeping under her tongue.
And then they both heard the sudden wail of the siren. A motorcycle cop was signaling for Hobson to pull over.
"Oh no! Oh fuck! Oh no!" he jittered. The car kept on rolling and his cum kept on shooting into the willing teenager's mouth. Another blast of jizz spurted free and he heard her gagging crazily.
Again the siren wailed, and this time Hobson managed to steer the car to the roadside and bring it to a standstill. His cock shot one last bolt of cum into Carly's mouth. He pulled her off his prick roughly and began stuffing the cum-coated prick back inside his pants. He felt the wetness seeping into his crotch.
The patrolman was propping up his motorcycle and peeling off his gloves. Carly had time to swing upright in her seat and scoot over toward the far door. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. She stared through the window and said nothing.
Finally the patrolman approached, and Hobson rolled down his window and presented his driver's license. After a few polite questions the officer, who looked very young, asked Hobson why he had been driving so oddly. Was he feeling okay?
"I . . . I . . ." Hobson's fingers were wrapped tightly on the steering wheel.
The officer leaned down just then and looked over at Carly. "And your daughter, sir. Is she all right? She looks very strange."
Hobson glanced over at Carly and noticed how flushed she was. Her breathing was only now returning to normal. And then, to his horror, he noticed that her lips were sealed tightly but a film of white cum was forming between them. A trickle of jism appeared at the corner of her mouth. It seemed that she still had a mouthful of steaming cum.
"She . . . she's sick," Hobson said quickly. He stared up into the patrolman's sunglasses. "I was taking her to our family doctor. That's why I was driving a bit funny. I was worried about her." He glanced from the officer to Carly and back again, wondering what he'd done to deserve this. What was the silly young cunt trying to do, get him arrested? He babbled on for a while longer-anything to get the patrolman's attention off Carly. He thought for sure his number was up.
But the young officer handed back his driver's license. "Be more careful, sir, if you don't mind. You were driving dangerously. Next time you might not be so lucky."
"Thank you officer. I'll be much more careful. It was silly of me. I was just so worried about my little girl ..." His voice trailed off.
"Are you okay, Miss?" the officer asked, staring anxiously over at Carly. She turned to smile at him weakly. The strip of milky cum between her lips was growing wider.
"She'll be fine. She'll be fine as soon as I get her to the doctor," Hobson insisted. His fingers clenched and unclenched on the steering wheel.
"Was it something she ate?" the patrolman asked, and he leaned back from the car to give them room to pull out.
"Yes it was, officer-it was something she ate," Hobson hissed.
He eased the car back onto the road as smoothly as he could. The young officer waved them on and headed back to his motorcycle.
Carly leaned over the back seat to wave to him. Then she stared at Hobson and began to smile. The flush was finally disappearing from her lovely young face. The trickle of cum from the corner of her mouth was growing longer and longer.
"Something she ate! Jesus Christ!" Hobson choked. He glanced in the rearview mirror to be sure they weren't still being followed. "Something she fucking ate! What were you trying to do back there? Are you nuts? What's the matter with you? Why don't you swallow that stuff?"
Carly didn't say a word. She simply smiled over at Hobson as if he were her favorite uncle. A strand or two of hair had gotten stuck to the trickle of cum at the corner of her mouth. She brushed them away absently and continued to stare fondly at him. The emerging strip of cum between her lips was widening.
"What are you trying to do to me, girl? I've shot my wad. There's no more left. Swallow it, damn you!"
Carly glanced back to be sure the young cop was gone. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her gorgeous young tits. She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits hung down beautifully, their nipples ripe and long and swollen. She pulled her blouse wide open, so that her tits were completely exposed for him.
"I don't believe this. Jesus Christ," croaked Hobson.
She was still smiling at him, her eyes crinkled pleasantly. But now she was letting her lips part, and the huge mass of cum she'd been storing in her mouth started to seep free. The strip of white jism between her lips grew wider and wider, till she was blowing bubbles through the silver cock cream.
Then the cum began to pour out in a torrent. A great wet wall of cum oozed from her mouth and drooled down her chin. And more and more cum followed. It seemed as if she had a quart of spunk stored in her mouth. Cum rolled down her chin and hung off her jaw in great long elastic bands. And these snapped and fell stickily to her naked tits.
"You're sick, little girl. You know that?" Hobson hissed. "You've sucked a few cocks too many. All that cum's gone to your brain! Jesus Christ!"
She kept on smiling, forcing more and more cum from her mouth. Three long ropes of white spunk dangled from her chin. Her lips oozed the milky stuff. Glob after glob of cum fell to her tits, decorating them with glistening white lines. Jism rolled into her cleavage and formed a thick stream of silver that drooled down over her rib cage and into her navel.
"Oh fuck, what a horny little bitch. You're sick, little girl. Really sick," Hobson groaned.
Spunk drooled from Carly's mouth in a never-ending stream and dripped from her chin to her tits. Cum hung off her nipples like cream and streaked her suntanned stomach. Ropes of cock cream hung from her mouth. Her tits shone with the slimy jism. She blew bubbles through the cum and never once stopped smiling at him.
