There is something about adolescence that encourages young people to try the unknown, the forbidden. The illicit, the taboo, seem more attractive and exciting somehow. Maybe this is because most young people feel their rights have been infringed upon for long enough, and now is the time for them, to "do their own thing" or perhaps it is strictly a biological phenomenon.
This is the story of a young girl who dares to try the unknown. Nancy is a teenaged girl trying to find herself, trying to find out what makes her budding body tick, trying to find out what life is really about. Like many young people, she often learns things the hard way.
THE BABYSITTER BALLS BEST is a story about a time that everyone must face, the fragile moment between childhood and maturity. It is a frightening and confusing time, but one which holds lessons which will remain for a lifetime.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Nancy was alone with Mr. Mason in the darkened garage when she decided to make her move. He was about to drive her home after her six-hour babysitting job and she knew if she didn't act now she never would. All evening she'd been gathering up her nerve, not paying her school books the slightest attention. It was now or never. She took a deep breath and turned to face him as he held open the car door for her.
"Mr. Mason, I . . . have something to tell you ..." she began, her voice shaky.
Her eyes dropped suddenly out of shyness. She couldn't look into his handsome face. She hesitated. What could she say next?
How could she tell him he had a terrible crush on him? It would sound so childish, coming from her. She was nothing but a shy young schoolgirl and he was a successful man of the business world. He flew off all over the country on business trips. He was so mature, so cool, so handsome.
"Well, Nancy, what is it? Didn't I pay you enough? Have babysitting rates gone up again so soon?" He smiled at her gently, still holding the car door open.
"Mr. Mason ... I don't know how to say it ... I feel so silly ..." she murmured.
She really did feel like a silly little girl. She blushed deeply, and she was glad the garage was in half darkness.
It occurred to her suddenly that she could never come right out and tell him how much she admired him. She would never be able to find the words. All she could do was show him, let him know by some action that she would do anything for him. A naughty thought that she'd been trying to ignore all evening popped back into her head. She reached up quickly and began undoing the buttons on her crisp white blouse.
"Mr. Mason, I enjoy babysitting for you and your wife so much," she mumbled. "I look forward to it so much I can't tell you. I'm so grateful for your asking me."
She had the blouse open all the way now and she tugged it loose from her skirt, peeled both halves of it back off her chest. Her bulging tits, packed tight into a lacy white bra, were suddenly in full view. They seemed to heave and strain against the flimsy harness, as if longing to burst free. The upper swells of the tits wobbled like Jello.
"I want to show you how grateful I am. I really do," she went on.
And her fingers were fumbling with the bra clasp at the base of her cleavage. She unhooked the harness quickly and the pretty lace cups of her bra separated, fell apart. Her glorious young tits tumbled into view.
It all happened so fast. In a split second, it seemed to him. He stood rooted to the concrete floor of the garage, his eyes glued to the magnificent young tits. He didn't say anything. He just stared. He still had one hand hooked over the top of the car door and he held it open as if he was frozen to the spot. A tiny nerve twitched in his cheek.
They were the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. They were perfect, flawless. And they were so full and mature and seemingly out of place on her slender young girl's body. Her waist seemed so tiny he could circle it with his hands. The navel in the center of her flat brown belly looked so small.
"Are they pretty? Do you like them?" she murmured in her little girl's voice.
She held the bra cups off to one side so that he had a clear view of her tits. She was watching him shyly, anxious for approval.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, still without moving.
Up until a few seconds ago, she'd been nothing but a skinny little neighborhood teenager to him. A pretty teenager, to be sure, with her frizzy bright blonde hair and her big innocent blue eyes, but nothing more. She was someone his wife phoned up to baby-sit whenever they went out on the town. That was it. He paid her, drove her home. He never thought about her.
Now everything had changed. It was as if he was looking at her for the very first time. She might have the face of a little girl, she might be shy and innocent and inexperienced. But she had the body of a ripe young woman. She had the tits to prove it. He felt a solid stirring in his crotch as he gazed at her.
"Do you like them? You can touch them if you like. Would you like to?" she went on.
Nancy stood there quite passively two or three feet from him, her blouse open and her gorgeous young tits heaving. In the half-light cast across them her stubby nipples threw shadows over the pale lower swells of the tits.
"Jesus Christ, how old are you?" he croaked. "No, don't tell me. Jesus Christ ..."
He stared into her face for a moment, studied her pretty little turned-up nose and her full, pouty little mouth. Her eyes were wide open and very innocent and blue. They gazed right back at him from between pretty blonde squiggles of hair that had fluffed forward around her face. He tried to match the face with the tits and just couldn't do it.
"Would you like to kiss them?" she whispered. "I'll let you if you want to. You can suck them if you want."
He heard himself groan out loud, and there was a tremendous twinge in his cock as it began to erect in his shorts. He felt himself grow a little weak in the knees and he clutched the car door more tightly. He should step forward and pull her blouse back over her chest, he realized. He should cover her up, scold her, maybe even take her over his knee and spank her. But he couldn't move.
She was watching him with her big blue eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. She could see the admiration in his face and she flushed prettily. Still, she wasn't quite sure what to do next. She stood there naked from the waist up and waited for him to say or do "I have a son older than you," he mumbled at last. "He's in college. Jesus Christ!"
Nancy knew this already. She knew quite a bit about Mr. Mason, in fact. She knew that his first marriage had ended in divorce and that he had this son named Roger who was away at school. His current wife, who he hadn't married till ten or twelve years after his divorce, was a brunette well into her thirties. Their only child was now about three. The way Nancy saw it, Mr. Mason wasn't happy with her and needed someone younger, much younger.
"I think you'd better put those lovely things away," he said. "Save them for someone who isn't old enough to be your father. Though naturally I'm very flattered ..."
His eyes fell again to the glorious young tits and he noticed how the dark nipples seemed to be growing longer. They sat on top of two puffy, perfectly proportioned circles of pink flesh. And these in turn sat on the lush pale mounds of tit flesh.. There were distinct lines where her golden tan ended and the paler skin that had been covered began.
He had moved at last, reaching out one arm to turn her, guide her down into the car where she could dress herself. But she moved at the same time, and suddenly his extended palm was cupped over the lush mound of one luscious tit. The tit fitted into his hand perfectly. The flesh was springy and firm and smooth, he noticed. Only her rock-hard nipple scraped roughly against his skin.
"Mr. Mason, I love you. I really do. Oh God!" she sighed, heaving her tit into his palm. "I'll let you do anything you want to me.
There, she'd said it. She'd admitted it. She felt a warm flush of pride suddenly at having confessed. All at once she felt more grown-up, more adult. And she had her naked tit in his hand and he wasn't shrinking away. He was squeezing her in fact. His fingers were flexing against her tit flesh, massaging the jug gently. Sparks of pleasure shot up through her chest.
"Nancy, you're so young ..." he began.
But he didn't take his hand off her tit. He squeezed the perfect tit again and felt her hard nipple telescoping against his palm.
She was turning more fully toward him, reaching for his other hand. And suddenly both tits were in his grasp and he was mauling the lush flesh hungrily. He tweaked both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and watched them swell up till they were nearly an inch long on their perfect circles of pink skin.
He groaned again, loudly, and is hands rolled her tits around and around on her chest, testing their firmness and springiness. He felt his cock begin to coil and tremble in his shorts. It was growing thick and uncomfortable and he longed to set it free and let it spring into the open. But it would be madness. Upstairs and a few rooms away, his wife would be getting ready for bed.
"Oh Mr. Mason . . . please play with them . . . please play with my titties ..." she moaned, leaning forward slightly and forcing her tits into his squeezing paws.
"This is crazy ... I must be out of my mind . . . "he muttered.
But he didn't stop squeezing her. He had stepped closer, and he could smell the fresh sweetness of her bright blonde hair. Her huge blue eyes stared into his with such love and devotion.
"Do you like them? Do you think I have pretty titties?" she purred, her heavy breathing making her tits rise and fall in his hands.
"Sweet Christ, they're perfect. You have the most perfect set of tits I've ever seen on a girl or woman. They're mouth-watering." His voice was a hiss in the half-dark garage. Around and around his hands rolled on her swelling titties.
"You can kiss them if you like. You can suck them," she cooed prettily. "I'll let you do anything. Anything you like."
If only, he thought. If only I had all night and a huge bed somewhere, with this gorgeous young hunk of ass spread out for me like some full-grown Barbie Doll. His cock coiled again at the thought, and he felt it trying to angle off down his thigh. He thought he felt a pearl of pre-cum fluid ooze out the prick-tip and soil his shorts.
He dipped his head quickly, taking her at her word. He cupped her tit around its lower swell and held it up. He flicked the hard nipple once with his tongue and then sank his mouth over the swollen cock-stalk. He began to suck it harshly, as if trying to draw milk up from it. The horny stub was hot and hard as a rock against his tongue. It was swollen up high off its ring of perfect pink flesh.
"Oh yes! Oh God, yes!" she moaned. "Suck them! Suck my titties! Lick my nipples!"
He no longer needed' any encouragement. His lips widened, and he sucked in the entire tip of her tit, her nipple, its surrounding circle of flesh and much more. His mouth made loud sucking sounds that seemed to echo and squeak around the dark garage. She was whimpering, her moans and groans childish and out of place. She sounded as though she was about to burst into tears.
"Suck them! Suck them like that! Oh yes!" Nancy panted.
And she leaned over backwards, offered her tits up to him generously. Her lacy bra and white blouse hung uselessly from her shoulders. They covered nothing.
"What a set . . . what a fucking perfect set of tits ..." he mumbled, spitting her one swollen nipple out and licking and slurping his way across to her other one.
He drew in mouthfuls of tit-flesh as he slid down one slope into her cleavage and then moved up the globe of the other. He left her tits wet and glistening.
Her head rolled back and she was full of the sparkling pleasure rippling through her tits. But then she was vaguely aware of other sounds besides the sucking of his mouth. There was a clank, and then a light zipping sound, and she realized suddenly that he had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He didn't stop sucking her tits or squeezing her with one hand, but with the other he was opening up his pants.
Nancy's mind reeled and for a second she was aware of the amazing power she was dealing with. This wasn't a little girl game she was playing. This was a one-hundred percent adult. She had gotten a grown man excited, promised him he could do anything to her. Her heart pounded with excitement.
"Oh God! Oh yes!" she groaned as his mouth sank down over her other nipple.
He caught the rock-hard stub between his lips and tugged it up off its puffy pink circle. He licked it, kissed it, teased it till she swore it was steaming in the dark. Her tits were blazing.
She rolled her head forward and tried to look down between his legs. In the shadows she could see his pants tangled around his knees and his shorts stretched out like a rope between his thighs. For a second she could see nothing else. Then a great dark shape loomed out from his crotch and swung heavily in the air. And she knew she was looking at his cock.
She suddenly felt weak in the knees, and she might have sagged heavily against him if he hadn't chosen that moment to lift his mouth off her tit and grab a hold of her. He was turning her to one side, lowering her into the open door of the car. He settled her onto the front seat but held her upright. She sat in the open door in a daze, staring at the great swaying shadow between his legs.
"Sit there and don't move," he grunted. "Stick your tits out toward me. Let me see them real good."
He remained standing in front of her, and she was aware that he'd taken the thick log of his cock in his hand. He was priming it slowly, drawing more life into it, making it stiffer. Then he was bending down toward her, holding his cock out in front of him like a weapon. She could see it more clearly now, and it took her breath away.
His cock was about eight inches long, and each time he pulled his hand back a fold of skin peeled down and the big purple cock-head poked out. He jerked off with strong, steady strokes, holding his prick out toward her. She stared at it with her eyes wide. It fascinated her. She had a sudden urge to reach out and touch it, but she was too shy. What would it feel like? It was so long and hard.
He stopped jerking off suddenly and bent closer to her. She had her tits shoved out toward him and to her amazement he touched his cock-head to one stiff nipple. A spark went off inside her. Then he was steering his cock around the underside of her tit, poking the head into the pale flesh underneath. Her springy tit was dented as he poked his prick into it.
"Mr. Mason . . . ohhhhh ..." Nancy purred, not knowing what to say.
It was such a weird sensation, having him rub his cock about on her tit. It was like he was prodding her with a hot and hard steel bar.
"Such tits . . . I've never seen such fucking tits ..." he growled.
He moved over to her other tit, steered his prick around and around on it before pressing his cock-head onto her stiff nipple. A pearl of pre-cum juice oozed out his piss-slit and attached itself to the stiff stub.
Then he was shoving his hips forward even more, slotting his hard-on into her cleavage. He grabbed each tit in his hands, forced them together, locking his prick in between. He began to move back and forth, fucking her tits with his cock. She kept her back stiff, let him do as he liked.
It was so strange, Nancy thought. It was the weirdest feeling in the world. She wasn't sure what she expected when she made her shy pass at Mr. Mason, but it sure wasn't this. Maybe she expected him to throw her across the car seat, climb on top of her and fuck her. She wasn't sure. She really hadn't given it much thought. But having him fuck her tits and rub his cock all over them, well, she hadn't expected that.
He was growing more and more excited, ramming his cock up and down between her tits like a crazy man. His body was arched weirdly, half in and half out of the car. She sat there patiently, accepting his fuck-thrusts. She didn't know what else to do. His prick seemed to be growing thicker in her cleavage. It seemed to be growing longer too. He crammed her tits together roughly and fucked and fucked and fucked.
Then there was a deep groan in his chest somewhere and he pulled back, let go her tits. His cock sprang free like a striking snake and he grabbed hold of it, tugged on it wildly, aimed it down at her greasy, heaving young tits. She stared at his pumping fist dazedly, trying to figure out what was happening. His big purple cock-head kept winking and snapping at her, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.
"Mr. Mason . . . what are you going to do?" she moaned.
Her flat brown belly rippled as she breathed in and out. Her gorgeous young tits glowed pale and white in the half-light. He didn't answer her and she didn't really expect him to. He simply groaned and hissed and jerked off steadily.
His fist was a blur on his cock, but suddenly he stopped and seemed to squeeze the prick extra tight. His cock was jutting out into a patch of light at the time and Nancy had a perfect view of the ugly purple head. As she watched, a monstrous string of white fluid spurted out and dashed itself over her left tit. She gasped out loud and her eyes widened in panic.
It was his cum shooting out at her, she realized dazedly, his sizzling hot jizz. And it felt like boiling milk against her skin. She bent her head and watched as the thick twine of silver began to pour down her chest. It divided into two streams that flowed around each side of her tit. One stream dribbled down the outside of her tit like wax. The other poured over her rib cage and down her belly toward her navel. She watched the silver cream, fascinated.
But then she felt another sizzling pellet of cream smack against her other tit. He was aiming lower this time, and the blast smashed just above her right nipple. From here it drooled in every direction down her pretty tit. Her nipple jutted up like a rock in a stream. Three or four trickles of sperm poured down the underside of her tit like icing down a cake.
"Mr. Mason! My goodness! What?" Nancy began, her eyes rolling back to his cock.
He was jerking off hard again, tilting his prick this way and that, deliberately trying to drench every inch of her pretty young tits. A jolt of cum shot up into the hollow of her neck and began drooling down between her tits in a thick stream. In the weird half-light that fell across her tits the jizz looked like spilled mercury.
"Mr. Mason . . . you're shooting your stuff . . . your jizz all over me!" she pouted, her eyes huge and blue and innocent. She sounded like a spoiled little girl.
"Fucking right, you hot little slut! Fucking right!" he growled, jerking off furiously, waving his cock about every which way.
Nancy was shocked at his language. "You want to spurt all over my titties? Why? What for?" she gasped.
"Just . . . just shove 'em out like that! Oh fuck, they're gorgeous! I've never seen such perfect tits on a chick so young!"
Nancy stared at his cock and then at her stiff-nipples tits. And she wondered what it was about her that made a man want to do such-a strange and dirty thing to her. But there wasn't much time for thinking. She was too busy watching the hot jets of jizz pour out. It seemed to her that his wild climax was never going to end. He was drowning her!
Another jet of spunk sprang free, this one bouncing up from her left nipple diagonally across her tit, not stopping till it had splashed as far as her shoulder. Her nipple was suddenly completely soiled. It jutted up weirdly, as if it had been dipped in thick syrup. It gleamed strangely in the half-light that fell across her.
Yet another steaming cum-jet shot at her from an angle, draping itself across the tops of both tits like some glistening decoration. It hung there for a second like a silver rope, and then split into half a dozen pearly strings that dripped and drooled over the golden mounds of her tits. The cum that didn't roll over her tits drained down into the hollow of her cleavage. The spunk was thick and moved slowly.
"Mr. Mason . . . ohhh Mr. Mason!" she pouted. She still sounded like a spoiled child.
"Fucking great tits! Fucking great tits!" he grunted.
His prick spurted one last jet that caught her right nipple and slithered off down the underside of her soiled tit. Then he was simply drooling, great long strands of slime stretching and snapping from his cock-head. He jerked off very slowly now, and leaned further over her so that each drooling drop would land on her chest. He was milking out the dregs of cum from his balls.
"Mr. Mason . . . Mr. Mason ..." she repeated over and over, her voice quiet with shock and amazement. She was staring down at herself, examining her soiled body as if she'd been involved in some messy accident.
Her tits were covered in jizz. They were streaked, soiled, drenched with ropes and gobs and strings of spunk. They looked as though someone had been splashing white paint over them. Thick ribbons of cum lay splattered everywhere, hanging off her nipples like syrup, drooling down the undersides of her tits like wax. She was glistening with the stuff.
And it wasn't just her tits. The cum had drooled down, over her rib cage and belly. Streaks of silver goo drained off on either side of her stomach. Even her navel was full with a sticky pool of jizz. Trails of white slithered down as far as the top of her skirt, where they disappeared mysteriously.
"Fucking great tits! Fucking great Mr. Mason groaned. His cock dripped another glob of cum across her nipple.
Chapter Two
Days later Nancy had still not gotten over what had happened between her and Mr. Mason. She walked around in a weird state of shock and amazement. It was hard to concentrate at school, and around home she was like a zombie. Her mother had to speak two and three times to her to get her to do anything. She felt as if she was drunk or something, hungover from the strange fuck-session in the garage.
She'd bared her tits for Mr. Mason without thinking twice. It was a kind of panic reaction when she found she couldn't express herself in words. She'd offered her tits to him, told him he could touch them, suck them. It was only natural that he should get excited. What else did she expect?
Well, she didn't expect him to jerk off all over her, that was for sure. She hadn't really thought it out, but she probably expected him to drive her somewhere romantic, somewhere with moonlight and water. A quiet motel would have been nice, with a big bed and clean sheets. But she would have let him climb on top of her in the car somewhere. Fucking anywhere would have been nice.
But what they'd done wasn't fucking, was it? He'd jerked off on her, it was that simple. And in his garage, too. It was weird and a bit kinky. What was a grown man thinking about, doing stuff like that? It was more like something one of the silly immature boys in her class would do. And he was a middle-aged businessman who traveled to big cities all over the country. It was hard to understand.
She tried to figure out if her feelings for him had changed. She didn't think so. She still loved him, didn't she? And if you loved a man you should be willing to let him do anything to you, surely, even if it was a bit hard to understand. Even if he called you a hot little slut and spurted his sperm all over your tits.
It was all very confusing, and she would have liked to talk to him about it. But a whole week went by and he didn't call her. In a way she wasn't surprised. After he finished jerking off all over her he simply zipped up, told her to clean herself up, and drove her home. He hadn't said another word to her. There was no reason to think he'd call her up and ask her for more.
Still, she felt a little hurt. She'd offered herself to him and he'd used her in a weird way and that seemed to be it. He had a wife and family and everything, of course. There was that to consider. But a kind word would have been nice. He could at least have called to see that she was okay after her wild experience. It wasn't every day a girl took a cum shower.
She tried to keep busy, to keep herself so occupied she wouldn't have time to fret. And after that first week her mood did seem to change. She felt herself returning to normal. She even began to take notice of the admiring looks she got from men and boys all over. For a long time she hadn't paid any attention to them, so pre-occupied was she with Mr. Mason.
After school she babysat several times, though of course she didn't get any offers from the Masons. And what with a full day of school, and the babysitting assignments, her time was pretty full. Life seemed to be returning to normal, and the wild session in the Mason garage seemed never to have happened. And then she got the call from Mr. Young.
She'd sat for the Youngs on numerous occasions, and she always enjoyed it because they lived in a really interesting townhouse that was built on several levels. There was a swimming pool out back, and a patio with all kinds of exotic plants. There was a huge TV room just down from the kids' bedroom, and Mr. Young's fascinating studio.
Mr. Young was a photographer, and he had this beautiful studio with floor-length windows that overlooked the pool. There were tripods and lamps everywhere, and more cameras than Nancy had ever seen in one place before. He sometimes let her look through the view-finders before he and his wife went out for the evening.
What was unusual about his call was that it came in the afternoon. She'd barely gotten through the door, and was still in her school clothes. Yet he wanted her to come over right away, he said. He would pay her twice the normal rate, if necessary. It was an emergency. All this was unusual enough, but once she arrived at the Youngs' home she was in for an even greater surprise-Mrs. Young and the kids were out of town.
"Out of town?" Nancy gasped. "Then why do you need a babysitter at all? What's the big emergency?"
Mr. Young led her through the large empty house to his bright studio and he was now smiling at her calmly, as if he was enjoying some secret joke. He was dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt and he had a earners slung around his neck. He certainly didn't appear about to go out anywhere.
"The emergency is that I need a model at short notice. I have a photo spread to do and my model backed out at the last minute. I thought of you right away. I need someone young, and pretty, and preferably without any experience. You're perfect!"
Nancy blushed and smiled in spite of herself. "Mr. Young, that's crazy. I'm no model. I don't know the first thing-"
"You're perfect," he repeated. "I've been meaning to ask you to pose for months. You have an amazingly pretty face and a body that makes men go weak in the knees. And today you're even dressed for the part. If I'd dressed you myself, you wouldn't be more perfect."
Again she blushed and this time she looked down at herself, remembering that she was still dressed in her school clothes. She had on a crisp white blouse and a short navy blue skirt that rode more than halfway up her thighs. White knee-socks covered her shapely calves. Her blonde hair was tied up in two bunches on either side of her head with bits of pink ribbon.
"You want to take pictures of a schoolgirl?" she asked him. She was genuinely curious. It certainly seemed like an odd thing to want to do.
"Yes I do. Sit over there. Let's start," he said quickly.
And before she could react he had moved her backwards and sat her down on a bed that she couldn't recall seeing on her previous visits to the studio. He stepped back and took several quick shots of her before she was prepared.
"Mr. Young-" she began, blinking at the lights that shone down on the bed. It was still daylight outside and the big windows were bright with afternoon sun. The extra lights made her self-conscious.
"Knees together, very prim and proper. That's good," he instructed her, ignoring her protests and snapping his camera. "Hold your chest out. Be proud of those fine young tits."
Yet again Nancy blushed, and for the first time she wondered just what kind of photographs Mr. Young specialized in. It was the first time he'd ever used a dirty word around her, and she was a little shocked. But then she had other things on her mind. And before long she knew very well what kind of pictures he took.
"Open your blouse a bit. The first two or three buttons. And let your legs fall apart some. Show me some panty," he went on, as if this were the most regular thing in the world. "Don't be shy. We're just having a little fun here."
"Mr. Young!" she began to protest.
But before she could say anything he had stepped over to her, opened up the buttons on her blouse for her. He angled her knees apart with his leg and then moved back, so quickly it took her breath away. Her big blue eyes blinked wide, all bright and innocent.
"Relax, Nancy. Have fun. This may be your big chance," he joked. And he smiled at her so warmly she couldn't help but smile back.
This was all happening so fast. She felt as if she had no control of things at all. But she couldn't pretend she wasn't pleased and flattered at' all the attention'. And if Mr. Young wanted a few photographs of her, well, why not? The least she could do was help him out. He'd always been so nice to her. In a way he'd always taken a special interest in her.
She heaved out her tits for him, remembering suddenly with a happy flush that Mr. Mason had called them gorgeous and perfect. And all at once it didn't seem to matter so much any more that he hadn't called her in a week. Here was another older man obviously impressed with her face and figure. Why not enjoy his attention, at least for the time being?
"Very nice. Great," Mr. Young was saying. "Stick them out like that. Don't be shy."
Her tits strained against the tight fabric of her blouse, and even though she wore a bra underneath, the stubs of her nipples were still clearly outlined. The upper bulges of her deep cleavage were visible as well between the open halves of the blouse. The crack between her tits looked deep and luscious.
"Undo another couple of buttons. And let your legs fall open some more," he instructed, his voice soothing and kind. "These are going to be great shots, just great!"
He was on his knees in front of her, pointing his clicking camera up between her spread legs. He didn't touch her. He kept several feet away from her. Her navy blue skirt had ridden up high on her thighs, leaving her golden slender thighs naked. He could see the pale white triangle of her panties folded down tight over her crotch. He snapped several quick pictures of the lovely view.
"Go on. Undo some more buttons. Just for me," he soothed, noting her hesitation. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. You know me."
But still Nancy hesitated. Did she really know him? Just what was going on here? What was he up to? A little voice in the back of her head was saying this is far enough. If she let this go any further, undressed any more, there was no telling what would happen. What would her parents say if they saw the pictures?
"Mr. Young ..." she whispered shyly, not quite knowing what she wanted to say. "I don't think I should do this. It's not right ..."
"Not if you don't want to, sweetheart. You're right. But they are such pretty titties. It's kind of a shame not to show them off, to be proud of them."
He continued snapping shots of her gaping crotch as if he didn't care one way or the other if she showed her tits. Without quite realizing it she had spread her legs quite far apart, and he had a great view of her white-pantied cunt.
Nancy stopped to think. He did have a point. She did have lovely titties. Mr. Mason had said so. In fact Mr. Mason had liked them so much he'd jerked off all over them. At least all Mr. Young wanted to do was photograph them. What was the harm in that? Maybe it would make her feel good about herself. Maybe it would help her forget Mr. Mason for the time being.
"Of course if you're too shy ... If you think it's wrong ... If you're ashamed . . ." he went on soothingly, sneaking a peek at her gorgeous young face. He aimed his camera up between her golden young thighs.
"Okay ..." she murmured, seeming to come to some decision. She reached up for her blouse buttons and began undoing them. Her big blue eyes turned toward him for guidance.
"All the way. Open it up all the way," he muttered, relieved. "Pull it out of your skirt. Peel it wide open."
He was tilting his camera up again now, snapping shots of her tits as they came into view packed tight in her lacy bra. The tits bulged over the frilly harness lewdly, and the outer ring surrounding one nipple was partly visible. He stood up straight, catching her tits from different angles.
"And the bra. May as well take that off too," he went on, his voice even and friendly and professional. "Take it off slowly, so that I can shoot your tits coming into the open a bit at a time. Smile at the camera. Enjoy yourself."
Again the little voice was protesting in her head, but Nancy ignored it. She reached in front of her, unsnapped her bra, let her gorgeous young tits tumble free. She separated the bra cups very slowly, and the two halves of her blouse along with them. He clicked his camera as the brown stubs of her nipples peeked out from the loosened clothing.
He seemed to take dozens of shots of her, and when one film expired he just grabbed another camera. He had her twist and turn in every direction, and he bobbed and weaved in front of her, photographing her tits from every possible angle. He had her lean forward, so that her big tits heaved out and hung in front of her like ripe fruit. He made her get on her hands and knees on the bed so that the tits dangled down lewdly.
He kept coming in close every once in a while, aiming his camera at her stiffening nipples. And he had her lie on her back so that he could photograph her tits from above as they separated. Nancy began to breathe heavily, and she was surprised to find herself growing more and more excited as time passed. She wondered how he could stay so calm. After all, the sight of her naked tits had driven Mr. Mason crazy.
"Lift your skirt for me now, slowly. Pull it up all the way around your waist," he said after a while. He was leaning down over her with his camera aimed at her crotch. She was still flat on her back on the big bed.
"My skirt?" Nancy asked innocently, as if he was asking her to pass the salt.
Almost without thinking her hands hooked under the hem of her short navy skirt and she raised it, showing him more and more of her slender brown thighs. His camera clicked in appreciation.
"Spread your legs wide. Show me your panties. That's right," he encouraged. He was kneeling on the bed beside her, but he was careful not to touch her.
The skirt moved up her thighs, all the way, till finally the white triangle of her panties was in view. She rolled it up in her fingers, folded it up over her belly, watching him all the while. She was beginning to feel little tingles of excitement that she couldn't explain. Her titties, her belly, her crotch were all tickling nicely.
Again she wondered how he could stay so calm. Why wasn't he excited at the sight of her half-undressed body? Didn't he think she was sexy? Was she too young for him or something? She snuck a peek at his crotch to see if she could see any bulge there. His jeans swelled out slightly, but he didn't appear to have a hard-on or anything. What was the matter with him?
"Tug on your panties," he went on calmly. "Pull them up so that the bottom part slips inside your pussy. Perfect, just perfect! What a sight that is."
To her surprise Nancy was now doing whatever he told her without question. She pulled on her panties and immediately she felt a delicious shock go through her. The narrow crotch band of her panties had slotted between the puffy lips of her cunt. It had disappeared up there, in fact, so that Young was now taking pictures of her cunt-lips gnawing on it. He leaned in low for a close-up.
"Jesus, what a sight. That's great!" he murmured.
He could see her blonde crotch hair where it lined the pulpy lips of her pussy. The crotch band of her panties was now no more than a lacy string looped up her cunt. It was growing soggy, he noticed.
"Mr. Young ... I feel strange . . . " Nancy murmured. "I feel so . . . nice . . . " She stared up at him with her big innocent blue eyes. Her pretty blonde pigtails were bunched up on either side of her face.
"Good. I'm glad. Why don't you take off the skirt now and start pulling down your panties?" he soothed.
He said it as if he was asking nothing unusual, as if he asked this kind of thing of young girls every day of the week.
One more time the tiny voice in the back of her head protested. It was telling her that once her panties were off anything might happen. But once again she ignored it. She was beginning to feel so good. She was really quite enjoying herself. She unsnapped her skirt and tossed it away. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed down.
"Nice and slow. We've got lots of time. I want to photograph your pretty pussy-hair a bit at a time. Lovely. Perfect." He leaned down till he was poised just two feet above her crotch.
"Mr. Young, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked suddenly.
Her thumbs slid down, hooked under the string loops across her hips. The white triangle of parity slipped far enough for a thin sliver cunt-hair to bristle into view.
"You're gorgeous. Just fucking gorgeous," he muttered, not missing a thing.
Nancy blushed. It was just what Mr. Mason had said. Somehow it made stripping her clothes off okay. Her thumbs kept on shoving, and more and more hair was revealed. She didn't have that much to show, just a small blonde thatch that clung to her cunt in pretty wisps. Soon it was all on display, a tiny triangle two inches wide.
"Okay, stop there a second," he said, and he snapped her with her white panties stretched in a lacy rope across the tops of her thighs.
Then he had her push the pants down two or three inches at a time, till they were stretched to snapping point just above her knees. He lovingly photographed each stage.
"Mr. Young ..." she murmured, her voice dreamy and half-pleading. "I feel so . . . nice ..."
Having her panties stuck up the crack of her cunt had made her feel stranger than ever. The tingles in her pussy were growing stronger. She had a sudden urge to touch him, and without thinking she reached out her hand and ran it up his thigh. Her panties were stretched out below her knees now and she had to shove them the rest of the way with one hand.
"Just a few more and then we'll take a break," he soothed, choosing to ignore her hand on his thigh. "Take your panties off altogether and pull your pussy open for me with your fingers. Show me all the nice pink stuff inside."
Nancy stared up at him dreamily. How could he stay so calm? She tossed the loose bundle of her panties across the room and let her golden thighs fall open. She was breathing heavily now and her stunning young tits rose and fell evenly. The nipples jutted up almost an inch from their circles.
"Mr. Young . . . please ..." she pouted, like a spoiled little girl. Her hand grew more daring and she let her fingers graze quickly over his crotch.
"Later," he said. "Now, pull your pussy open with your fingers and show me your pink."
Chapter Three
Nancy planted her fingers on her pulpy cunt-lips and pulled them apart. She was flat on her back on the bed and her legs were split wide. Mr. Young knelt before her and leaned down low, his camera clicking. At one point his lens was less than a foot away from her hair-lined pussy. He made sounds of approval, as if he was photographing some rare and beautiful flower.
"I shouldn't be letting you do this. I really shouldn't," she pouted. But she kept pulling on her cuntlips, and more and more shiny pink skin was open to the air.
Weird things were happening to her cunt. Once she had the outer lips tugged apart, all the bright pink skin inside seemed to blossom into the open. A ragged mouth of skin flopped down, the lips of it expanding toward the top till they were nearly half an inch long. The pink button of her swollen clit joined them together under a horny beak.
"What a cunt! What a fabulous fucking cunt!" he raved, practically poking the lens of his camera up inside her. It was the first time he'd shown any real excitement, and it made her smile.
Nancy really got into what she was doing. Her fingers played about on her cunt-lips, made sure they were cranked as wide as they would go. Then she was lifting her ass up off the bed, humping her crotch up toward his camera. She arched her back, held herself up off the bed while he photographed her. Her gaping cunt winked and warped itself into several different shapes as she moved.
"Mr. Young ..." she gasped, not sure what she wanted to say anymore.
She didn't even know what she wanted. She felt so strange, so nice. It was so sexy, writhing about there on the bed for him, naked except for her open blouse and bra, and of course her knee socks.
"God, your cunt's folding itself inside out! What a sight!" he laughed.
He was scrunched so low now between her legs that once in a while he grazed the insides of her thighs. She moaned and whimpered at each contact.
"Please, Mr. Young . . . please ..." she groaned, though she didn't know what she wanted. "I feel so . . . funny ..."
His camera clicked several more times. Then, out of nowhere, it seemed to her, he handed her a great thick plastic cock. Her fingers curled around it automatically and she waved it about for a while as if unsure what to do next. Her dazed eyes focused on his face finally and she frowned a little in puzzlement.
"Up your cunt, baby. Shove it up your cunt," he instructed. "It'll give you some relief for a while, and it'll make for some great shots." He was reaching for yet another camera. He settled back between her legs expectantly.
"Up my cunt?" she asked dazedly. For a moment it appeared she didn't understand.
But then her hand moved down, she poked through her sparse pubic hair with the head of the big pink cock. Suddenly she had the tapered tip nudged between her outer cunt-lips. Then the pink rubbery mouth of her pussy had folded down over the cock-head and was sucking it inside. Her fingers lined the dildo up properly and fed it an inch at a time into her wet and hungry pussy.
"Attagirl. Shove it all the way up your cunt. Fuck yourself with it. Use it like a real cock," he went on pleasantly. His camera never stopped clicking.
"Up my cunt?" she repeated, as if she still hadn't understood. But already nearly half the thick prick had slid up her twat. She corkscrewed it about to get more inside.
A thick juice had been sluicing down her cunt-walls for some time, but now she had herself stuffed with fake cock there was a regular torrent. There were wet squishing noises as she shoved the prick up inside her. And the pink plastic shaft of the thing was soon glistening with her pussy-juices.
"You like it? You like having your cunt stuffed?" he leered. For the first time, he was aware of a steady throbbing in his own crotch.
"Oh God! Oh yes!" she cooed. "Oh it feels so nice! Ohhhh!"
She had fed more than two thirds of the huge fake cock into her cunt now and she paused to twist it around and around. Then she was gripping the shaft firmly, sliding it back and forth, fucking herself with it as he'd instructed. Her ass rose and fell on the bed and she whimpered and groaned as if she was in pain. From the look on her face it was easy to tell she was having the time of her life.
"In and out like that. Terrific," he praised, bending and swooping with his camera. "Fuck yourself deep. Cram it as far as it will go up your cunt!"
Nancy didn't have to be told. She was lunging the fake cock as deep as possible on every stroke. Her cunt-lips were warped into all kinds of lewd shaped around the thick cock-shaft. And lovely sparks of pleasure were shooting through her. God, how good it felt. Why hadn't she done this before, on her own? Why hadn't she gotten herself a fake cock long ago?
"You enjoying yourself? You having a good time?" he smiled down at her.
And now at last he was taking fewer pictures. He seemed to be taking notice of her reactions for the first time. He knelt between her legs and stared down at her, amazed at the look of pure lust on her pretty little face.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she panted, her hand a blur of motion on the dildo.
Her back arched high off the bed. She held herself rigid like that, and suddenly let go of the fake cock. She let it stick out from her cunt like a stake driven into the ground. And she moaned and moaned and moaned. Ripples seemed to go through her belly.
"You sure needed this, didn't you baby?" he said at last, taking hold of the protruding cock and twisting it about gently. "Seems to be like it's been too long between fucks for you."
A whole lifetime, Nancy thought dazedly, thrusting her crotch up at him, allowing him to play with the plastic prick. Strange things were happening to her. She was feeling thrills she'd never experienced before. As he twirled the dildo about in her pussy little sparks of pleasure shot through her in every direction. For a few seconds she thought she was going to faint.
Suddenly he seemed to come to some decision, and he placed his camera to one side for the time being and pulled the great thick dildo from her cunt. Her ass sank down on the bed at once, and she began to whimper and wail in protest. But then her complaint turned to a moan of pure pleasure again. The big dildo had been replaced by his flicking tongue.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she pealed, amazed that his small tongue could make her feel so good, could replace the giant plastic prick.
He was sucking on her, nibbling bits of rubbery cunt-skin that flopped about loosely in her crotch. And every few seconds he flicked the swollen bud of her clit with his tongue-tip. He made wet slurping sounds between her legs.
Nancy was in heaven. And again her ass lifted up off the bed, her back arched, and she was thrusting her crotch out at him. Her hand reached down, caught at the back of his head, and drew him as tightly as possible onto her cunt. She tugged him hard, mashing her pussy onto his face.
"Suck me! Suck my hot cunt!" she cried suddenly, amazed at the sound of the words in her ears. She never swore. She never used dirty words. But obviously there was a time and a place for everything. The words sent a thrill through her.
Mr. Young nuzzled and snorted on her cunt, eating her expertly. He tugged gently at little folds of skin, circled his tongue about outside and inside her gaping wet cunt-mouth. He diddled her clit back and forth, sending shivers through her. Her back was arched so high he could reach under her, cup her ass cheeks with his hands, maul the springy buns with his fingers.
"Lick my pussy! Eat me! Suck my hot cunt!" she wailed.
And now she was weaving her ass from side to side as well as up and down. He stayed with her, following her with his mouth. He felt her ass cheeks flex and tense as pleasure ripped through her sweet, teenaged body.
He'd never come across anyone so tightly wound up. Nancy was obviously enjoying every single thing he did with his tongue. The fact that she was so young and inexperienced would have a lot to do with it, of course. Still, he was happy that she showed so much appreciation. And he felt his cock swelling steadily now in his jeans. He wondered if he'd have the guts to fuck her.
"I love it! I love your tongue!" she peeled. "Eat me! Eat my hot cunt! Suck me!"
And he did just that, slurping about on her cunt till he thought she could stand no more. The give-away was her voice. It grew louder and more and more ragged till he began to worry that someone might hear her outside. He figured he'd better stop before she began to scream.
"No! Don't stop! Oh God!" she hissed, glaring at him as he raised his greasy face from her cunt. "Eat me! Eat my hot cunt! Suck me!"
He clambered tiredly up onto his knees, unbuckled his belt, slid down his fly. Immediately she was quiet, breathing heavily, damn near snorting with lust. But she watched him without comment. She saw him shove down his shorts and watched the springy pole of his cock bounce into view. Then he was thrusting everything down past his knees and off altogether. He pulled his T-shirt off and threw it to one side.
Naked, he leaned back down over her, and she watched him grab his nine-inch long cock, prime it in his fist, point it down between her legs. She had no time to think. She had no time to say yes or no. Suddenly she felt the hard wet head of his prick poking about on her ragged cunt-lips and all she could do was dissolve in a wild whimper.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh fuck!" she moaned.
She glared down between her hooked-up legs, saw him angling his prick lower, slotting the head between her gaping cunt-lips.
He paused for a second once he had his cock-head nudged inside her. He stared down into her face with a sly smile. Then he was moving forward, slowly, gently, feeding her great long lengths of his swelling cock. Inch after inch of it bulled into her, swelling her pussy-lips out of shape once more. He didn't stop till every last inch was embedded inside her and his crotch hair was tangled with hers.
"Mr. Young! You're inside me! Your big cock's all the way up my cunt!" she gasped, staring up at him with wide blue eyes. She ran her hands up and down on his hard chest and felt his every muscle.
It felt so strange inside her, not a bit like the plastic dildo. This cock was real, throbbing like some huge reptile. It seemed to fill her up, to clog her poor girlish cunt with its blazing hard cock-meat. She felt so nice, so fulfilled, as if this was what she had been waiting for all her life. Her mouth was half open in a smile of lust.
He began moving, slowly at first and then faster and faster, letting her small cunt get used to the thick bulk of his prick. He watched her tits joggle and sway as he moved and he grabbed one in his hand, squeezed and massaged it strongly. He couldn't get over how young she looked, and how full of lust her sweet young face was.
"You're fucking me! Mr. Young, you're fucking me with your big hard cock!" she cooed, thrilled no end. "It feels so good! Oh it feels so nice!"
And it did too. She wiggled her ass, tried to meet his fuck-thrusts with small humpings of her own. But she didn't have to do much. His big hairy body pulsed and trembled on top of her, and each time he drove down she felt the huge hard spike of his cock slice up into her cunt. Sparks were flying everywhere inside her. She didn't want the delicious feeling ever to end.
"Your cock is so big! It's so hard and big!" she cooed.
"And you took it all, baby. You took every last bone-hard fucking inch!" he growled.
He fucked her steadily, carving his cock every which way in her sweet sucking cunt. She was so snug and tight, he felt like his cock was being peeled.
She gazed up at him lovingly, chugging her hips as best she could. She accepted each thrust as if she'd been fucking for years. Her legs hooked up behind him, and her knee socks cranked up and down as he bucked back and forth. She felt herself growing dizzy with lust and pleasure.
She had a sudden vision of Mr. Mason jerking off over her tits, and it occurred to her that she was letting another man fuck her. Mr. Mason could never be the first. And she was supposed to be in love with him and everything. She dismissed the thought quickly. Right at this second, it didn't seem too important. All that mattered was that big thick cock plunging back and forth in her cunt. So what if it was Mr. Young's?
He was beginning to hiss and pant on top of her, and his face grew more and more flushed as she gazed up at him. He was fucking her with rapid, sharp strokes, angling his cock this way and that. She watched as a trickle of sweat ran down his cheek. Inside her, his prick seemed to expand, to grow even thicker and harder and longer up her twat.
"Fuck me hard! Shove it deep! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she panted. She ran her fingers everywhere she could reach, stroking him, teasing him with her touch. He began to growl deep in his throat.
He stopped suddenly, closed his eyes tight, and a huge shudder ran through him. She stared up at him in panic, wondering what was the matter. And the next second she felt a great flooding sensation inside her, as if someone had shaken up a pop bottle and let it go off up her cunt. Her eyes widened in amazement.
"You're shooting! You're cumming! You're going off up my cunt!" she wailed, and it was hard to tell if she was glad or dismayed. "I feel it! I feel your hot cum! Oh God! Oh God!"
A huge gushing streamer of spunk had spurted from the tip of his cock to drench her insides. He remained still just long enough to let it fly. Then almost at once he was all motion again, fucking his cock in and out of her like a wild man. He moaned and groaned the whole time now, his eyes clenched shut with pleasure. The fucking sounds from her cunt grew wetter and more obscene.
"Up my cunt! Your sperm! I feel it! Oh God!" she wailed.
And another monstrous blast of jism fired off up her pussy. It seemed to Nancy that it shot up into her chest somewhere. It was so strong, so powerful. She wondered briefly if he'd hurt her, rupture her insides or something.
Another jet of cum sprang into her cunt. And another. And soon her poor twat was clogged with goo. It drooled from her pussy lips in pale syrupy strings, dribbled down into the crack of her ass and soiled her pretty blonde pussy-hair. His cock was coated with it. Great thick strings of silver slime hung off his cock shaft like jelly. It drooled down over his balls too.
In and out of her he fucked, burying his spurting prick deep inside her again and again. His cock-head split wide time after time, shooting out endless supplies of hot, teaming jizz. He couldn't stop it. It was as if he hadn't cum in months and months and months. He flooded her with hot jism.
"So much! So much cum!" she pealed, her lips peeled up off her perfect white teeth. She was still beneath him now, completely exhausted. She waited patiently for him to stop shooting his steaming load.
Another glob of spunk fired off. And another. And finally that appeared to be it. He continued fucking her, didn't begin to slow down for several seconds yet. But his cock had stopped spurting. It drooled out thick ropes of cream like a leaky tap. And gradually, a bit at a time, it began to grow soft inside her.
He had kept himself propped up on his hands most of the time up to now, so that he would fondle her tits and watch the lustful expressions of her sweet young face. Now he sank slowly down on top of her, letting his chest mash her tits down. He lay his head alongside hers and snuffled in her ear. He humped back and forth slowly, his cock still firmly embedded inside her.
It was a weird sensation for Nancy, the first time she'd ever felt a man so closely. She ran her hands up and down on him, exploring lazily, touching his shoulders and his back and his muscular ass cheeks. Inside she felt flooded, completely clogged with his still steaming jizz. She felt his cock grow softer and softer.
"There was so much cum ... so much ..." she muttered sleepily, crushed beneath him.
He didn't answer and she stared up at the ceiling, daydreaming of one thing and another. Ripples of pleasure rolled through her.
Chapter Four
Afterwards, when she had time to think it over, Nancy felt a bit sad that Mr. Mason wasn't the first to fuck her. She figured she was in love with him, after all, and wasn't a girl supposed to save herself for the guy she loved? But it had all happened so fast, and Mr. Young had gotten her so excited with his photographs and everything, that she didn't have time to say no. Before she knew it, she'd lost her cherry.
She tried not to brood about it, and as it turned out this was the most sensible course. For just three days afterwards Mr. Mason called her, just when she'd given up hope of ever hearing from him again. And what he had to say to her thrilled her right down to her toes. It made her belly flutter and her heart pound crazily in her chest.
He wanted her to spend the night with him. Not at his house, either, and not even at some local motel. He was taking a quick business trip to the city and would be staying at one of the biggest and best hotels. He wanted her to go with him, to stay with him. He would show her the town, buy her dinner, the works. All she had to do was come along and keep him company. Nancy's heart skipped a beat.
She soon came down to earth. All she had to do was think of the objections her mother would raise. But to her amazement Mrs. Kane had little to say about the matter. Nancy couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was the age difference between her and Mr. Mason, she thought finally. Maybe the difference in their ages was so great that Mrs. Kane couldn't imagine them fucking. She probably thought her daughter was innocent, a virgin. And really, she wasn't far wrong.
"Just make sure you're nice to him, and do everything he tells you," was all her mother said.
Nancy certainly planned to do both those things! She planned on being so nice to Mr. Mason that he'd be drained of jizz for a month!
She packed an overnight bag, and on Friday evening Mr. Mason picked her up at the house, as arranged. Her mother was out at the time, at a church meeting, of all things. And for this Nancy was glad. She didn't want her throwing up any objections to the trip at the last minute.
She was so excited that for the first hour on the freeway she hardly said a word. She was scared that if she opened her mouth Mr. Mason would realize how young and inexperienced she was and would turn around and take her back home. But he was warm and friendly towards her and didn't seem to mind her silence. He made an occasional comment and complimented her on her appearance. But the rest of the time he was as quiet as she was.
When the glittering city towers came in sight her belly began fluttering all over again. And from then on everything was like a wonderful dream. The big department stores were open late, and he took her shopping. He brought her a slinky black dress and some sexy underwear. Finally, after they'd checked into the big hotel, he took her to dinner in the lovely dining room. It was the most romantic day Nancy had ever spent.
She stared about the dining room wide-eyed, studying all the beautiful women and the handsome, silver-haired men. And she began to feel adult and sophisticated herself, even though she was bubbling over with childish excitement. She was glad he'd bought her the slinky dress. It made her feel older. It was cut so low in front it showed off her full young tits to perfection. It had a slit up the side that let her thigh show.
Before dinner she'd spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, making up her face. Here again, she wanted to look older, and she'd gone a bit overboard. Her big innocent eyes were shadowed now with great dark blue gobs of paint, and her sweet little mouth glistened with a wet coating of red gloss. Her platinum hair squiggled out on either side of her face in little corkscrew curls.
It didn't seem to help. People still seemed to take her for a youngster. On more than one occasion older men stopped by the table to compliment Mr. Mason on having such a pretty young daughter. Even the waiter did it at one point, though it didn't stop him sneaking peeks down her dress when he stooped to pour wine, she noticed. Without a bra, her tits were exposed almost to the nipples.
"Everyone seems to like your dress," Mr. Mason commented finally, smiling at her. "You seem to be the hit of the place."
"It doesn't cover me very well, does it?" she grinned, glancing down at where one stubby nipple was trying to poke out over the dress top. "Do you like it? Do you think I'm sexy?"
"I'll show you later, up in our room. Did you wear the underwear too, without any panties, like I told you?"
Nancy blushed. "Yes. You're very naughty, Mr. Mason, making me come down to dinner without any panties, I feel so strange. I've never worn a garter belt and stockings before."
They grinned at each other and sipped more wine. They had finished dinner long ago but stayed where they were for the time being, letting things settle. Nancy still couldn't believe all this was happening to her. She couldn't believe she was going to spend the night in a big city hotel with an older man. It was just too exciting for words.
She hiccupped and smiled at him slyly "Will you do dirty things to me, later, in the hotel room? Will you shoot your naughty jizz all over me again?"
Mason watched "her. He-felt his cock flex and he had a sudden urge to whip it out right there and slap it back and forth across her face. She had such a sly, teasing light in her sweet young face. Already, he thought, she was learning how to cock-tease. With her lewd dress and overdone make-up, she looked like a hot teenaged whore.
"I'll do anything you like. I'll do it all," he murmured. And he meant every word of it.
"Will you teach me things? Will you teach me all about cocks?" she went on. She didn't feel tongue-tied and shy any longer. The wine was making her feel so nice and warm.
"Anything. You want to learn to suck cock? You want to learn that?" he leered. "I'll teach you everything."
Nancy hesitated. "You mean . . . take a cock in my mouth? You mean put it in my mouth and suck it?"
"Exactly. And you know how to lick a guy's balls? You ever taken a guy's nuts in your mouth and sucked them?"
Nancy shook her head slowly.
"How about a guy's asshole? You ever used your tongue on that? You ever reamed out a guy with that sweet little tongue of yours?"
He watched her eyes widen with shock, and at the same moment he felt a great tingling sensation in his crotch.' All at once he was signaling the water, calling for the check. Suddenly he couldn't wait any longer to get the sexy little bitch upstairs. He paid quickly, ignoring the look of jealousy that passed over the waiter's face as he glanced again into Nancy's cleavage. In seconds they were alone together in the plush hotel suite.
"Take off the dress, but leave the underwear on," Mason instructed, stripping off his own clothes. "I want you wearing nothing but garter belt and stockings."
He flung his jacket and shirt to one side, climbed out of his pants and shorts in a matter of seconds. By the time she'd gotten her dress unzipped he was naked on the bed, propped up on two big pillows. He watched her closely, his cock flopping about loosely between his legs.
Nancy let the dress flow down off her tits, and again he was amazed at the size and perfection of the gorgeous young tits. She stepped out of the dress and padded over to the closet to hang it up. She was naked except for an embroidered black lace garter belt and a pair of sheer black nylon stockings. Her tits wobbled and her slender thighs flexed inside the black hose.
"Fabulous. Fucking fabulous," he muttered, watching her every move.
Not only were her tits perfect, but her ass was tight and trim and lovely. The taut little buns were framed by the black elastic garter loops stretched down her thighs.
"Do I look okay? Am I sexy enough?" she cooed, turning from the closet to face him. Now it was the whispy fur of her blonde cunt that was framed between the twin garters. She strode to the bed and stared down at him.
It was the first time that she'd been able to study a naked man properly. When he'd jerked off all over her tits all she'd seen was his cock and legs, and even all that was in shadow part of the time. Mr. Young had been on top of her and inside her before she could see much of him at all. It had happened so fast.
Now, she had all night, and she and Mr. Mason were alone in a lovely well-lit hotel room. She wanted to go slowly, to study every part of his wonderful male body. She wanted to examine his cock in close-up and learn what made it get hard and hot and angry. She had a feeling she could learn more about sex in the next few hours than she had in her whole life up to now. But would he have the patience to let her go slow?
From the way he'd paid the check and hustled her up the elevator, she thought he was so horny all he would want was to flip her on her back arid fuck her: But/now he was staring at her, watching her with such fascination, that she wasn't sure. He seemed to be content to let her go at her own pace. And as yet his cock was still limp and loose in his crotch.
Slowly, her tits swaying down in front of her, she climbed on the bed. He made room for her by spreading his legs, and she scooted up between them on her knees, leaned down to look closely at his soft cock. She lay one hand down on his hairy thigh and felt him shudder. Her left tit grazed his knee.
"Take it in your hand, play with it. It won't bite you," he said.
There was an odd catch in his voice and he seemed to be trying to keep it steady. For the time being he seemed to be in control of himself.
Nancy giggled, and shyly she reached out, scooped up the limp log of his cock in her fingers. It lay across his belly and she tilted it upright, squeezed it in her fist, ran her fingers up and down on the puffy cockshaft. Her eyes widened again at what happened to it.
The loose foreskin bunched up in a tight little mouth as she pulled in one direction. And when her hand slid the other way the skin stretched, rolled down, peeled off the big purple cock-head like skin off a banana. The cock-head stuck out in the open now like a big purple plum with a slit down its middle, and Nancy stared at it wide-eyed. How wonderful, she thought. How wonderful and amazing.
She touched her finger to it and felt him shudder again. It was hot and hard and a little wet already. Then she traced her fingertip all the way down the underside of the cock, along a ragged seam that ran from his cock-head to his balls. She touched his nuts quickly, amazed at how they shifted and rolled in the dry velvet pouch. Her lips pursed, and her face was serious with concentration.
"Kiss them. Lick my balls," he grunted, watching her.
He was propped up on his elbows, and he made no move to help her or force her to do anything. He wanted her to do it all. He wanted her to learn all by herself.
She glanced into his face quickly, as if to see if he was serious or just teasing her. Then she leaned down low, stuck out her tongue, and poked one or his nuts with the tip. The balls shifted, rolled to one side, and she smiled up at him. Then she licked the nut once, twice, three times with long slow sweeps of her tongue. His ball sac felt dry and rough to the touch.
"That's it ... oh fuck . . . lick them like that. Both of them . . . oooh . . . use your tongue on them like that. Lick my balls . . . " he muttered, watching her pretty head tilt from side to side. Her blonde corkscrew hair tickled the insides of his thick thighs.
"They're so big . . . your balls . . . " she commented, moving over to chase his other nut around with her mouth.
She licked the nut quickly several times and then sank her lips down on it as if she would eat it up. Her pretty turned-up nose snorted at the base of his cock.
She had let the prick go for the time being, all caught up as she was in slobbering over his balls. It lay heavily across his crotch hair and belly, like a limp fish. But as she continued working at his nuts the thick cock twitched, rolled left, and raised its head sleepily into the air. It stayed like that, suspended, for a few seconds, until it rolled in the other direction and jacked itself higher.
"Your cock's getting bigger! It's getting harder!" she pealed, turning her eyes up in the direction of the gently swelling prick.
She snorted and snuffled at his balls still, licking them, kissing them. She had both hands on his thighs and had pried them wide apart.
"Is it any fucking wonder ..." he grunted, glaring at her. "Suck them. Suck my balls. Take one in your mouth and . . . suck on it ... "
Nancy glanced at his growing cock with admiration, then dipped her head again and did as she was told. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and captured one wet ball between her lips. She began sucking on it eagerly, tugging on it gently so that the skin of his ball sac had to stretch.
"Oh fuck ... oh yeah ..." he groaned. And his cock flexed again and angled higher into the air.
Nancy curled her tongue around and around his ball and bathed it in the warmth of her mouth. She made loud sucking sounds, as if she was slurping on a large piece of candy. Her nose was buried deep in his crotch. His nut felt like an egg in her mouth. It rolled about on her tongue every which way. She teased it, tickled it with her tongue. And he grunted and groaned with pleasure.
She let it go eventually, spit it out so that she could move over to the other one. Before she let this second nut plop between her lips she scraped her tongue up the center seam of his ball sac several times. Then she sank her mouth back down and began sucking and teasing the other ball. She curled her tongue again and slurped on it hungrily.
"Say, you sure you've never done this before?" he croaked. A fine film of sweat had appeared on his forehead and there was a wild light in his eyes.
"Mmmmmfffmmm . . . nnn ..." Nancy mumbled, her mouth stuffed with ball. She was tugging on his nut again, stretching his leathery nut pouch teasingly.
He clenched shut his eyes and tried to think of other things. At this rate she'd have him blowing his nuts in no time, and he wanted to enjoy this sweet little slut all night long. His balls were growing heavy and numb. He swore he could feel the thick cream swirling up inside them. Her tongue was tapping his left nut crazily.
"Lick my cock now . . . fuck . . . use your tongue on my cock for a while ..." he said at last, his voice tense and harsh.
He just had to set her to doing something else for a while. She was just too good a ball-sucker. The little cunt sure was an eager learner.
"Did I do it right? Did I suck your balls good?" she panted, raising her pretty painted face from his balls. "Does it feel nice? Does it feel nice when I suck them?"
Mason groaned deeply. How was he ever going to put off blowing his wad? Not only was the little slut an expert with her mouth, but she was a sweet little cock-teaser to boot. The way she looked at him with those big empty blue eyes, all painted up with dark blue shadow, fuck, it was enough to drive him crazy. And when she pouted her sweet little mouth, all wet and glisteny as it was with bright red gloss.
"Your balls are what makes your stuff . . . your jizz, aren't they? Isn't that what makes your cum?" she prattled on, as if she was talking to one of her teachers in biology class. "They're fantastic! I love sucking them. They're s big and spongy and strange. Do you like it when I suck them?"
Mason groaned even louder. Unable to speak, he bent his wrist and jerked his hand back and forth, pointing out the thick log of his cock. It jutted up at a sharp angle from his belly now, its purple head throbbing. The foreskin was peeled back off the dome for good now. It stretched all red and tight in back of the cock flange.
"I know. You want me to lick it," Nancy purred, smiling.
Chapter Five
Nancy stuck out her pink tongue, and touched the tip to the thick base of his cock, just above the balls. Then, very slowly, she licked up the cock's underside, till she was more than halfway up the shaft. The prick bent down under the weight of her tongue and then shifted to one side, bumping against her cheek and eye. For a second her eye socket was completely plugged by the fat purple dome of his cock-head.
"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..." Mason moaned, trying to think of the business meeting he had to attend the next afternoon, the ball game he'd seen the night before, anything to keep his mind off climaxing. The little bitch was using her tongue like a pro.
"Is it nice? Does my tongue feel good on your cock?" she cooed.
She was cradling his prick in her fingers now, holding it steady while she bent to lick it some more. Her tongue traced little patterns around and around on the underside of the cock-shaft. Then she ventured further and scraped her tongue-tip along the sides of the cock.
"It feels great. Little girl, you don't know what you're doing to me ..." he groaned. Her fingers were light and cool on his prick. But her tongue wouldn't leave him alone.
"Will you teach me how to suck it? Will you teach me how to suck your cock properly?" she pouted, as if she was asking him some great favor. "I want to know all about cock-sucking. I want to know everything."
"In a minute ..." he croaked. "Just lick it for a while first. Let's not go too fast. Sweet Christ ..."
Nancy smiled. Her head tilted to one side and she began scraping her tongue steadily up the shaft of his cock again. Her eyes rolled down and she studied the swelling prick, examined every bump and contour in it. What lipstick wasn't smeared off on his balls now smudged off onto his prick-shaft.
She noticed there were two or three thick blue veins pulsing in the side of the cock. They wriggled up from his cock-hair damn near the entire length of his prick. She began following them with her tongue, tracing them as if they were roads on a map. Then she folded her red lips over whole sections of cock-shaft, diddling her tongue about like she was playing a harmonica.
"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..." he moaned.
He stared at her in amazement, thrilled at the sight of her sweet young face half-covered by the bulk of his huge cock. What a sight she was.
"Mr. Mason ... I want to suck it. I want to suck your cock," she murmured at one point.
She had tilted his prick upright in one hand and was intently examining the bloated purple cock-head. Just looking at it, she couldn't keep her mouth from watering.
"Oh fuck . . . okay ... oh fuck ..." he grumbled. He watched her tilt his cock this way and that and his balls churned.
She smiled as if he'd granted her fondest wish in the world, and she quickly touched his cockhead with her tongue, tested the heat and hardness of it. Her eyes were wide with expectation. She was staring at him, waiting for guidance. Her lips pursed and slotted over the tip of the swollen dome.
"Just as you like . . . there's not much I can teach you ..." he groaned. He felt helpless. The little teenage slut had him completely in her power!
She grinned again in gratitude. And now she folded her lips more firmly down over his fat cock-head. Her fist held the prick upright, and her mouth slid down, taking in the head and one, two, three inches of swollen cock-meat. She made a deep groaning sound in her throat, as if she was tasting the most delicious food in the world.
"Fuck . . . fuck . . . "he panted. Her eyes locked on his face teasingly as her mouth slid down. She seemed to be watching for his reaction.
Another two inches of rock-hard cock-meat plowed into her mouth and suddenly she paused, her lips stretched in a tight circle around the cock-shaft. Her cheeks hollowed, and then bulged. Her nostrils flared wide. Her lips rippled out again and continued their journey downwards.
"Don't hurt yourself, baby," he croaked. "Don't choke yourself with the damn thing." Her face looked so swollen, her cheeks bulging as if they had some monstrous growth inside.
"Mmmfffmmm . . . mmm ..." she moaned.
She didn't sound as though she was hurting. She sounded as though she was having the time of her life.
Down and down went her lips, creeping down like caterpillars. Until at last she had two thirds of his cock in her mouth and she had to pause again. She was really snorting now, her nostrils noisily sucking in air. Her lips were stretched to snapping point around the monster bulk of his cock.
"Up and down. Move your head up and down," he instructed. "Suck it. Let it fuck your face." His face was a mask of tension. He was having a hard time controlling himself.
Nancy raised her head, let her lips ride up the bulk of his prick till only the head and an inch of cock-shaft was in her mouth. Then she plunged back down, forced her lips down to where she had been before and further. She began a steady rhythm like this, doing as he told her, letting the cock fuck her face. Her eyes gazed dazedly into his.
"Attagirl. Suck it like that. Use your tongue. That's right," he encouraged. He didn't move a muscle. He didn't do anything to help her. But then again she didn't really need any help.
"Mmmfffmrnm ..." she mumbled, her head bobbing. Time after time his cock-head bumped the roof of her mouth and then lunged back into her throat. Her lips skidded up and down expertly.
She was damn near taking in his entire cock on the downstroke. Only an inch or so remained outside her lips. She had let her fingers fall from the prick-shaft and on each successive stroke she dipped lower on the granite prick. After a while she was going so low she could nip at his pubic hair with her lips. She came close to touching his balls with her mouth on each lunge.
Her eyes crinkled up at the side and it occurred to him that she was smiling, pleased with herself for what she had accomplished. She was sucking cock, and not just that. She was sucking a whole, entire cock to the balls, and a big one at that. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled crazily. And she was snorting excitedly.
His balls were truly churning now, and he wondered how much longer he'd be able to keep from spurting. He watched her blonde head bob up and down, amazed that her pretty little face was so swollen up with cock. He felt his control slipping, a bit at a time. He didn't want this to end. Not yet. This was just too good to be true. He didn't want it to stop.
"Let's ... oh fuck . . . let's try something else for a while ..." he croaked, just shy of spurting. "There's something real dirty I want you to do."
Nancy was in the middle of her cock-sucking. She had a real rhythm going. But once he said he had something real dirty for her to do he had her attention. She stopped sucking in mid-stroke and stared at him. She raised her head up off his cock and it slopped noisily from her mouth. The prick seemed to steam in the air.
"Lie flat on your back. Drape your head over this pillow," he instructed.
He climbed up onto his knees and his huge cock bounced about between his legs like a steel bar. He had grabbed a pillow and laid it down for her in the middle of the bed.
Nancy rested on her hands and knees for a second or two, breathing deeply, as if she'd been swimming. Then obediently she rolled over onto her back so that the pillow was under her neck. Her head tilted over toward him. She flayed her arms out on either side of her. Her big tits rolled and shimmied on her chest before settling, like Jello.
"Good. Now listen, Nancy," he said. "I'm going to fuck your face. I'm going to ram my cock back and forth in your mouth, just as if I was fucking your cunt. Understand? It won't hurt. You've just got to relax. Ready?"
Nancy nodded. It sounded like a weird idea, but who was she to say? Men got off on some pretty wild things. Look at how he'd jerked off on her tits that night in the garage. She tilted her face back, opened her mouth wide. She watched him squat down over her on his haunches. His cock loomed out in front of him like the branch of a tree.
"Lick my balls first. Lick them," he told her, stalling for time. He wanted his cock to cool down. He really needed the extra time to cool off.
Squatting over her face, he let his balls dangle above her mouth and then lowered them. He felt the delicate sweep of her tongue on the blazing nuts. Then he began shifting about, dragging his balls across her cheek, over her eye, along her forehead. He scraped his ball sac everywhere on her face, before finally settling against her flicking tongue again.
"Fuck, what a feeling," he muttered.
"What a feeling."'
Then he was moving further forward, splitting his thighs wider on each side. She gazed up into the crack of his ass, confused. His balls were just out of reach. She could see the great thick root of them disappearing between his cheeks. Then she saw the puckered circle of his asshole.
"Use your tongue on it. Lick my asshole. Ream it good," he ordered. And he squatted so low she had no choice. The cheeks of his ass settled down onto her face.
Men certainly could ask for some strange things, she thought. But obediently she stuck out her tongue, poked his asshole with it, circled it around on the tight puckered opening. She felt smothered by his ass cheeks but she was in no position to protest. She licked him and waited for whatever weird thing he'd want next.
"Oh yeah ... oh yeah ..." he muttered. "What a feeling. What a fucking feeling." Her tongue was a sweet probing wetness against his asshole. Once again he felt his balls churning.
He moved again, shifted back, and suddenly his asshole was gone and the great heavy log of his cock was pressed against her face. He was rubbing her face with it, angling it this way and that on her pretty teenaged features. He sawed it across her open mouth and instinctively she poked out her tongue, licked his granite cock eagerly. Again she felt every bump and vein in it. The cock throbbed dangerously.
"What a mouth ... oh fuck ..." he moaned.
He twisted his cock all over her mouth and face. It had been oozing pre-cum juice which smeared off onto her cheeks and forehead. He stared down at her tits, her cunt, her hooked-up legs encased in the lewd black nylon stockings, the garters stretched taut. His balls quaked.
He bumped his cock-head up her face and angled it inside her gaping wet mouth. He lunged forward, buried four, five, six inches of cock in her face. His prick-head drove deep into her throat. His balls rested against her nose. After a split second he began fucking her mouth, bulling his prick in and out crazily. Her lips were stretched taut around the great ugly cockshaft.
Nancy stared up into the crack of his ass and watched his balls swing back and forth and dash against her nose. She felt so strange and helpless, having her face fucked this way. Was this normal? Did adults do this kind of thing in bed? It sure was a weird way of fucking. But then again she didn't know much about it, did she? Whatever turned Mr. Mason on. It was his party.
"Such a sweet little mouth," he croaked. "All wet and red and pouty. Suck my cock, bitch! Suck my big hard cock with that cock-teasing little girl mouth of yours ..."
He was sounding more and more excited, she noticed, and he was fucking her mouth so hard and deep she worried he might hurt her. His cock-head was lunging way down deep in her throat on every stroke. She swore she could feel it in her chest somewhere. Her lips were hopelessly warped around the thick prick-shaft.
But suddenly he was changing position. He stopped fucking her and climbed around on top of her chest, his cock still in her mouth, corkscrewing between her lips. He sat on her tits, mashed them down on top of her. His big muscular thighs were angled out on each side of her head. She was pinned down helplessly beneath him, and he was beginning to fuck her face all over again. He had to tilt the base of his cock down with his hand.
She gazed up at him, her big blue eyes full of love and trust and expectation. He could do anything he liked to her. She didn't mind. She wanted him to. She wanted him to use her any way he wished. She let his blazing hard-on slide over her tongue, folded her lips around it lovingly. Her hands curled round and clutched at his pumping thighs.
Only the top third of his cock could fit in her mouth at this angle, and his fist closed around the lower cock-shaft and began pumping on it quickly. He was half fucking her, half jerking off in her mouth. He glared down at her pretty face with a wild light in his eyes. His chest heaved and his flat hard belly rippled.
"I'm going to jerk off in your mouth, Nancy," he explained. "I'm going to pump my hot cum down your throat. Relax and breathe through your nose and you'll be okay."
Nancy gulped and stared up at him with wide excited eyes. Her red puffy lips were warped into a huge oval around his monstrous prick. His fist pumped his cock rapidly, steadily. She clung to his muscular thighs and waited patiently, wondering what it would feel like. Mr. Mason cumming in her mouth! All that hot, spurting jizz she'd seen him shoot over her tits. Could she take it? Would he choke her? Drown her?
He pumped his cock one last time while the head sat on her tongue, and Nancy felt a huge torrent of hot cum splash against the back of her throat. She swallowed gamely, tried her best to suck down all the hot jizz. But no sooner had she gulped once than his cock-head twitched again and a jet of cum bounced over her tongue and splashed the roof of her mouth.
Her mouth was suddenly clogged, full to bursting with hot sperm. The hot cream squished between her teeth, under her tongue, between her cheeks and gums. Her throat was flooded with it. She stared up at him, panic-stricken, knowing she couldn't possibly swallow it all. She dug her fingers into his thighs, tried to tell him. Her cheeks ballooned wide with his sizzling spunk.
"Suck it! Suck it all out, bitch!" he yelled, his fist a blur on his cock. "Eat my hot cum! Suck it all down!"
There was another wet explosion, and Nancy felt another jet of cum shoot into her mouth. But she was full already, and the hot cock-cream began pouring from her lips in a rich overflow. Three heavy streams of sperm flowed from each corner of her mouth and they all drooled heavily down her cheeks and chin. A couple of streams flowed down onto her neck.
"Eat it, slut! Eat all my hot cum!" he yelled, showing no mercy. And his fist slid down again along the bloated cock.
But he was pulling back, seemingly aware of her problem. He could see her cheeks bulging, see the thick silver trickles of jizz drooling from her mouth. He let his cock slip from her lips and simply aimed it down at the spunk-filled opening. He continued to jerk off steadily.
Nancy let her mouth sag wide and she felt the cum oozing from her lips in monstrous strings. But his cock still flexed, and as she watched his cock-tip opened and spat out a long streamer of cum that immediately- sealed one eye shut. She gasped in panic, wondering-again if she'd survive all this. It seemed like he had never-ending supplies of spunk to get rid of.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Mason groaned. He stared down at Nancy's soiled face, fascinated.
The giant blast of cum had missed her mouth and shot up her face. It had crossed her cheek and her eye and then streamed off over her forehead and into her hair. He watched the thick cream attach itself to strand after strand of blonde hair. The jizz hung there like globs of wax. Her eyelid, blue with make-up, turned a wet shade of purple.
And again his cock spurted, this time firing a jet up the center of her face, alongside her nose and between her eyes. It split her forehead in half before disappearing into the roots of her hair. The cum gleamed on her face like some huge white scar. It trickled down from the side of her nose along one cheek.
Her mouth was clear again. She had gulped down the thick wads of jizz. And so now he plugged his prick between her lips again, spurted out the rest of his cum onto her tongue. But he couldn't take his eyes off her face, and the streamers of jizz splattered there.
Chapter Six
Hours later, when Mason woke up, sunlight was already falling across the rumpled bed. He thought he'd be exhausted, worn out from the wild night of fucking, but he felt terrific. Every muscle felt like it had been soothed and massaged. In a way he felt years younger. He hadn't enjoyed himself so much in a long time. He propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at the young blonde girl beside him.
Nancy was still sleeping, her pretty face turned toward him on the pillow. She lay on her belly, and her bright blonde ringlets fell over one cheek. She looked so young and innocent, sleeping that way. Then he saw the dried trails of cum angling off from her half-open mouth. He felt a solid twinge in his limp cock.
Very gently, so as not to disturb her, he lifted the sheet and peeled it down off her gorgeous young body. He could see the swell of one tit crushed beneath her. Then his eyes traced down her spine into the deep hollow of her back. He saw the black strap of the garter belt she still wore, and the black elastic suspenders snaking off over the sides of her ass-cheeks. His cock twitched some more.
One leg was bent at the knee, with her ankle resting on the calf of her other leg. Her thighs were separated slightly and he could see a trace of blonde cunt-hair bristling up from below. He stared at her perfect pale ass-cheeks, at the gentle hump of them glowing in the sunlight. He folded the sheet off her all the way and groaned deeply.
He couldn't help himself. Very slowly, he eased himself up and over on top of her, letting the thick log of his cock slot into the tight little groove between her ass-cheeks. As he sank his full weight on top of her he felt her ass-cheeks fit snugly on either side of his cock, nipping them in a soft and perfect grip. He supported himself partly on his elbows and snuffled into her ear.
"Mmmfffmmm ..." she mumbled into her pillow, slowly coming to her senses. It took her several seconds to figure out what the weight was on top of her.
Nancy felt chest hair against her back, and almost at the same second she felt the great thick log of a cock slotted perfectly along the crack of her ass. It wasn't fully hard yet, but it was throbbing steadily. She could feel it growing thicker, more solid between her ass-cheeks, the veins pulsing in its side.
"Mr. Mason . . . mmmfff . . . what are you doing?" she breathed, trying to look at him over her shoulder. Beneath his weight she couldn't really move at all.
"Have you any idea, sweet little girl, how good it feels to lie on top of you like this, with my cock lodged between your ass-cheeks? This is as close to heaven as I'll ever get."
Very gently, he began moving up and down, humping her while his cock was caught tight in the grip of her ass-cheeks. His prick grew thicker and harder.
Nancy didn't know what to say. She was still half-asleep. She heard him breathe more and more heavily in her ear and the log of his cock grew and grew till the bloated head was pressing into the small of her back. She lay beneath him helplessly, wondering what on earth he was up to. Was there no end to Mr. Mason's weirdness?
"Mr. Mason . . . mmmfff ... I don't understand ..." she purred, her face pressed into her pillow. "What are you doing to me . . . what do you want?"
For a while he didn't answer. He humped her more and more strongly, forcing his cock back and forth in the crack of her ass. He raised his chest off her back so that he could look down and watch his prick slide up and down. She was so slender and small, he noticed. Her waist was absolutely tiny.
"You ever been fucked up the ass, Nancy?" he grunted. "You ever had a huge hard cock shoved all the way up that sweet little ass of yours?"
Beneath him Nancy froze. Could he be serious? Was such a thing possible? Did he really mean to cram that huge cock of his up her asshole? She mumbled something into her pillow, not knowing what to answer. He had lifted up off her even more now and was steering his cock all over each of her ass cheeks. She could feel the stone-hard head of his cock denting first her left and then her right ass cheek.
"How about it? How about a thick swollen cock bulling up your asshole first thing in the morning? What a way to start your day!"
He steered his cock about some more, poked the thick head about in the crack of her ass. He even went as low as her cunt, and she felt the lovely sensation of prick-head against cunt-lips. Then he was grabbing his pillow, stuffing it beneath her belly. Her ass was suddenly tilted up toward him invitingly, as if he had her rolled over a barrel. He shoved her thighs apart with an expert motion.
"Maybe a quick pussy-fuck first, hey? Just to get you in the mood. Just to get you good and wet. You ready? You ready for a nice hunk of cock up your sweet cunt?"
He glared down at the upturned gash of her hair-lined cunt, at her split ass-cheeks and the inviting puckered ring of her girly asshole. He rubbed his now hard cock against her ass cheeks again, steered it around and around in preparation. Then he was planting his cock-head against her hairy cunt-lips and nudging his cock up and down.
"Mr. Mason . . . ooooh ..." she purred, not knowing now what she wanted. Her pussy was quivering. She felt lovely tingling sensations running up into her belly.
He slotted his bloated cock-head between her cunt-lips, pressed forward steadily. And soon the head and three inches of cock-meat had bulled into her slick cunt-hole. He pressed on, feeding her more and more prick-meat. He watched her pulpy cunt-lips fold themselves wetly around the bulk of his prick. She was growing wetter. He could feel the pussy juice slipping down from deep inside her.
"Feels nice, hey? Feels good?" he growled. Another three inches of cock bulled into her cunt.
"Oh yes . . . ohhh Mr. Mason, it feels so . . . good ..." she cooed. Her arms stretched out on either side of her and she caught hold of hunks of loose sheet with her fingers.
His crotch hair scraped crisply against the cheeks of her ass, and he was in her all the way. He began pumping in and out, fucking her with steady, even strokes that sent his prick deep into her pussy. He propped himself up on his arms and fed her length after length of thick cock. Her cunt was slick and oily around the stiff cock-meat.
"You like this? You like getting fucked from behind?" he teased as his ass pumped in and out with a regular motion.
"Ohhh . . . yes! Ohhh . ... Mr. Mason!" she groaned.
Nancy really was beginning to feel great. And for a second or two she hoped he'd forgotten all about what he was talking about before, fucking her up the ass and everything. This was what she wanted really, a nice big cock up her pussy-the cock of the man she admired most in the world.
But he didn't fuck her pussy for long. It seemed like only a matter of minutes, in fact, and then he was pulling out, dragging his greasy cock up and down again in the crack of her ass. He was spreading goo around, daubing pussy-slime and pre-cum juice along the groove between her ass-cheeks. He made a point of spreading lots of slop onto the puckered ring of her asshole.
And then he was prying her pale ass-cheeks apart, planting the rock-hard head of his cock against the small dimpled circle. He heaved forward, pressed more and more weight behind his cock. And Nancy felt herself being mashed down into the bed roughly. It was the strangest feeling!
"What a sweet little asshole ... oh fuck . . . !" he croaked. He had a fist wrapped around his cock and he was supporting it, preventing it from bending. He heaved down harder and harder onto her puckered asshole.
"Will it hurt? It's so big! Will your cock hurt me?" she pealed.
Secretly Nancy didn't believe it could be done. She didn't think there was any way he could get his huge cock up her tiny asshole.
But even as she thought this something seemed to give. There was a weird numbing sensation in her asshole and she knew she was opening for him. Her asshole was cranking wide to allow his swollen prick inside. She couldn't believe it was happening, but it was. He was plugging up her asshole with that giant cock of his.
"It's going, baby. It won't hurt. Just relax. It's going," he croaked as he stared down and watched as first his cock-head then an inch or more of cock-meat drilled up her asshole.
"It is! I feel it! Oh God!" she crooned, truly amazed. It was the weirdest sensation she'd ever experienced. She could still scarcely believe it was happening.
"Take it all, baby, take it all ... " he groaned as three, four, five inches of cock bulled up her ass.
Nancy clutched at the sheets and bit into a hunk of pillow. Her thighs were split as wide apart as they would go. Lower and lower he sank on top of her, drilling inch after inch of cock up her ass. She whimpered and moaned beneath him. Sparks flew up into her cunt and belly.
"All the way, baby! All the way up your ass!" he grunted.
And he gazed down proudly. Every last inch of cock was stuffed up her ass. His cock-hair tickled her ass cheeks. The bloated sac of his balls nestled against the tufted wet gash of her cunt.
"Mr. Mason! Oh God! Oh God ..." she groaned.
She squirmed beneath him on the bed, her body impaled on his thick cock. She felt as though she would split in half. But at the same time she felt wonderful, and didn't want him to remove his cock for anything.
He rested for just a second, as if he too couldn't believe she'd taken the whole cock up her ass. He stared down at his crotch with a dazed and confused look. But then he came to his senses, and he was fucking her roughly, bulling his prick in and out of her girly asshole like his life depended on it. He heaved her back and forth on the bed as if she was some pretty little doll.
"Mr. Mason ... oh God!" she gasped, her face scraping back and forth on the pillow. "It's so big! Your cock's so big and hard!"
It was hard to tell if she was complaining or complimenting him. In any case he didn't pay her any attention. He bucked back and forth, his back arched, his ass pumping. And he drove his cock far into her sweet little girl ass. He watched her buns dent and warp around his invading dick. They looked so pale and small next to his ugly red cock.
"How does it feel, little girl?" he said at last, ramming her more roughly. "How does it feel to get fucked up the ass by a big hard cock? You like it? It feel good?"
"Mmmfff ... it feels so . . . weird. But nice ... I think I like it," she groaned. There was a break in her voice each time he jammed forward into her. She sounded like she was hiccupping.
"I like it too," he grunted. "Fuck, do I like it! What a sweet little ass! You're so small and tight!"
In and out of her he rammed, forcing her pale ass-cheeks apart with his fingers. He was mauling her ass, digging his fingers into the pale sweet flesh and leaving marks. But then his hands slid further up on her back and he was gripping the rear strap of her garter belt. He pulled on the black elastic strip as if he wanted to snap it.
His balls were growing heavy. They swung back and forth and slapped onto her gaping wet cunt again and again as he moved. He felt twinges in the depths of his crotch, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was shooting. The thought of spurting up her ass made him smile. First her mouth, now her ass.
"Fuck me deep, Mr. Mason," she panted softly. "Fuck me hard and deep up the ass." She was panting now just as hard as he was and she seemed every bit as excited.
His balls churned even more at the sound of her words. He felt the sweet numbness begin in his thighs. He fucked her viciously, drilling every last inch of his blazing cock up her ass with every stroke. Her pretty little ass cheeks smacked against his thighs and he felt himself losing control. He didn't have to hold back this time. He could just let himself go. His head rolled back on his shoulders and his eyes clenched shut. He buried his cock in her one more time.
And then he was exploding, bursting up her ass. Steaming hot globs of spunk were spurting out, drenching her asshole, firing off deep inside her. He felt his cock twitch, again and again, and each time it spurted out a great heavy knot of cum that seemed to sizzle. Her asshole seemed to be sucking the steaming jizz from him.
"You're cummiinng! You're cumming up my ass! I feel it!" Nancy wailed, strangely thrilled by what was happening. "Shoot it deep! Shoot your lovely hot jizz deep up my asshole!"
She held herself steady beneath him, her legs split wide. She was braced on the bed, her arms spread out on either side of her, her hands knotting up great wads of sheet. Her sweet young ass was curving up toward him, supported by the pillow. Each time he humped into her she was driven forward, her face mashed into the other pillow. Her big tits were squished beneath her.
"Spurt it all out! Spurt out all your hot cum in my asshole!" she begged, weirdly excited by what he was doing to her. She couldn't explain why.
He fucked her violently, plowing his cock again and again between the perfect twin mounds of her ass-cheeks. And he shot off wad after wad of hot steaming jizz, filling her, clogging her sweet asshole with cock-cream. He couldn't stop himself. He'd cum violently only hours before, yet he was spurting off spunk as though he hadn't climaxed in a month.
His prick felt as though it was being peeled, and finally he pulled it back all the way out of her tight ass and laid it up at an angle between her twitching ass-cheeks. He pressed it down in the groove there, as if he was scared of it escaping. And he watched as it shot off jet after jet of silver cum out over her back. His prick was spurting like a hose.
"What an ass! What a sweet fucking ass!" he groaned, watching a streamer of cum arc high over her back and splatter noisily between her slender shoulder blades. He stared down, fascinated, as the cum dribbled down her spine into the hollow of her back. The jizz shone like paint on her skin.
"You're still shooting! Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped, her pretty head turned to one side. She felt the wetness drooling down her back.
Another jet spurted free. This one arced up so high it landed in her hair, draping itself across her blonde locks like a twine of ribbon. Part of the jet fell across her left shoulder blade and the rest of it angled off over her ribs. It looked like a pale white scar on her back.
"So much cum! So much!" Nancy muttered. Some of the cum that had landed in her hair was now dripping down onto her neck. She was amazed it had spurted so far.
He quit shooting at last, and after several seconds he slowed down his humping motions against her ass cheeks. His cock, angled up over the small of her back, dripped lazy gobs of cum into the hollow there. It stayed hard as a rock for a long, long time.
He sighed deeply, and wiped his cock clean across her ass cheek. Then he rolled off to one side and watched dazedly as great silver knots of cum drooled from her asshole. The stuff slithered out in fat gobs and soiled her thighs and the lips of her gaping cunt. Her asshole was a wide open circle the size of a quarter.
"So much cum! So much!" she muttered over and over.
Her voice was thick with sex. She lay passively across the bed, her arms and legs still splayed wide. One black stocking had broken free of its garter and was loose around the top of one thigh.
"You're some fuck, little girl," he mumbled tiredly. "You're one sweet little hunk of ass."
Mr. Mason lay on his side, watching her oozing asshole. He held his wilting cock in his hand and primed it lazily, milking out the dregs of his cum. He loved the sight of her, spread-eagled there on the bed on her belly. She was the most erotic little thing he had ever seen. And he wondered vaguely if he might get it up for one more round later.
Chapter Seven
Nancy felt grown-up at last. She thought of her trip with Mr. Mason as some kind of graduation ceremony. She'd gone to bed with a man, fucked him, and spent the night in a hotel bedroom with him. And she'd had his cock in every hole she possessed. How much more was there to learn about sex? How much more could there be to being a fully experienced woman?
She felt strangely free, as if some great burden had been lifted from her. She felt confident and full of life. There wasn't anything that could scare her now. She had the world by the balls. Almost overnight she'd left behind all the girls and boys her age. It was a grown-up, adult world she was living in and she felt proud to be part of it.
Only one thing bothered her, and that concerned her feelings for Mr. Mason. She'd thought she was in love with him. For months and months she was convinced of it. And in most ways the trip to the city had been as romantic as anything. It was everything a girl in love could want. It should have made her love him all the more.
But really, she wasn't sure anymore that what she felt for Mr. Mason was love. And it was obvious to her that what he felt for her didn't qualify. He wouldn't have fucked her face, her mouth, her ass that way if he'd really loved her, would he? And he certainly wouldn't have called her all those dirty names!
He had wanted to fuck her, do dirty things to her in a hotel room, and that was all. She knew that now. But then what had she wanted herself? Hadn't she asked him to do those things to her? Hadn't she teased him in the dining room and asked him to do dirty things to her later in their room? She'd been just as bad as him. She'd wanted sex too, not love. She realized that now.
The thought made her blush. Only a few days before, she'd been a silly girl with a crush on a man old enough to be her father. She'd actually mistaken the feeling for something serious. The sex had cured her of all that, it really had. It had helped her see things clearly. From now on she'd try to act more maturely. She wouldn't try to make out all her feelings as romantic.
And as luck would have it, she had an opportunity to put her thoughts into practice the very next week. Mr. Young called her, asked her to come by again for an afternoon. She accepted without hesitation. If she was really free and grown-up, she reasoned, she could accept invitations from anyone.
Besides, she knew an afternoon with Mr. Young would mean more fucking. She doubted there was anything more for her to experience, but there was always room for more practice. It would probably be a lot of fun. She was sure he simply wanted her to fuck also, like Mr. Mason. She doubted he would even bother taking her picture again. It didn't matter. She wanted to see him again.
She went over after school again, while it was still warm and sunny out. And much to her surprise he did want to take her picture again. But this time he had a video camera. He wanted to see her lovely body moving, he said. It was criminal not to capture the grace and sexiness of her movements. Nancy was flattered. She decided to go along with him, to let him do whatever he liked.
Again there was no sign of his wife or kids around, and when Nancy enquired about them he said they'd left him. He didn't discuss it further, and she hesitated to ask anything more. But she secretly wondered if maybe Mr. Young's love of young girls had anything to do with the break-up. It must have happened before she herself had fucked him, in any case. There was no point in her feeling guilty.
Mr. Young wanted to do some shooting out by the pool, but first he had her change into a special outfit he'd gotten for her. As she changed Nancy couldn't help but smile to herself.
The outfit consisted of a white cotton dress and a matching set of sexy underwear. Apart from the color, it was just what Mr. Mason had made her wear. Why was it these older men liked to see her dressed in garter belts and stockings? - She didn't have much time to consider the matter. Mr. Young hustled her out by the pool before the sunlight faded. He had her parade back and forth in her white cotton dress while he followed her with his video camera. Then he made her stand in a certain spot while he called out special instructions to her. She did exactly as he told her.
First he made her pull the dress apart at the top, so that both her big tits hung out into the open. The sunlight fell across the rich globes, high-lighting the pink nipples. He muttered his approval as he beamed the camera her way. He had it propped on one shoulder like the TV news cameramen.
Then he made her lift the loose dress up on either side of her, exposing her lovely legs and crotch. He sank to his knees and shot her from crotch level for a while, clucking with approval as the sun streamed across her. He made her hold the dress up for long minutes while he moved in closer.
In addition to the white garter belt and sheer white stockings, he had made her wear a pair of see-thru white panties. The blonde V of her cunt hair was clearly visible through the flimsy lace material. The white garters snaked down each of her golden thighs, framing her cunt. The brief triangle of panty flattened down the curls of pussy-hair.
"Tug on your panties, just like we did the other day," he told her. "Let them slip inside the lips of your cunt."
Nancy smiled and did as she was told. She felt so much older and more experienced now, doing this for the second time. She felt no resistance. She was enjoying herself, showing off her fresh young body in its lewd underwear and loving every minute of it. If this excited him, who was she to argue? She enjoyed doing what turned men on.
Her fingers hauled up the triangle of panty, and the crotch band slipped out of sight between the pulpy hair-lined lips of her cunt. Young kneeled in close to her and his camera whirred. He told her how much he loved her tan, and the way it contrasted with the sheer white of the garter belt and stockings. He praised her the whole time, told her how beautiful and sexy she was.
Nancy began to wonder when he'd fuck her, or get her to suck him, or whatever it was he wanted her to do. He seemed in no hurry. He seemed quite content to photograph her and enjoy the late afternoon sunshine. And for the time being she was willing to go at his rate. Still, she was happy when he told her to pull down her panties and split wide her cunt for the camera. She knew they were getting close.
"Pull your cunt apart, just like you did before," he said, leaning over her.
She was sitting back on a deck chair now, exposing herself for him. Her panties were hooked uselessly around one ankle and her dress was falling off her shoulders. Really, she was as good as naked.
"Are you going to fuck me again, Mr. Young?" she asked at last, her pussy beginning to moisten. "Are you going to fuck me out here on the patio?"
She was really curious. She wanted to know. As her fingers pulled apart on her cunt-lips she could feel pussy slime oozing down from deep inside her. She wanted to know if she was getting all excited for nothing.
"I had a little something special in mind," he muttered, squinting at her through the camera. "Can you guess what it is?"
Her cunt was gaping obscenely wide and he leaned over to photograph it eagerly. Nancy felt her heart lurch. Something special! Whatever could he mean? Surely there was nothing left which would surprise her at this point. Hadn't she been fucked in every possible way? Hadn't she sucked cock? Hadn't she been fucked up the ass? What could he possibly come up with that would be special?
For a few moments he went right on shooting her, as if this was all part of a day's work for him. He saw droplets of moisture slip down over her cunt-lips like syrup. Finally he stood up, tilted his camera to one side. He took a few steps away from her, called something in the direction of the house. Nancy stared at him in amazement.
The door that led to the basement suddenly burst open, and two tanned, muscular young men went leaping and yelling toward the pool. They were dressed in nothing but very brief bathing suits, she noticed, and as they ran their tanned thighs flexed and the bulges in their trunks strained. They dove head-long into the water with tremendous splashes. Sprinkles of water sprayed about her feet.
"Mr. Young! Who?" she began, completely confused. Quickly she tried to cover herself with the open dress. She turned to one side on the deck chair and closed her legs coyly.
Mr. Young was filming the antics of the two boys in the pool. He trained his camera this way and that as they swam back and forth like two highly conditioned athletes. He was smiling, obviously enjoying his little surprise. For the moment he acted as if Nancy wasn't even there.
"Mr. Young! Who?" she began again. But then she broke off and watched with Mr. Young as the two men stepped dripping from the far end of the pool. They came striding toward her across the concrete, trails of water splattering behind them. They were smiling and gasping loudly.
"Nancy, meet Eric and Nicky,". Young said, as if he was introducing them at a cocktail party. "These two guys are the something special I promised you. I think we're all going to get along just great together."
Nancy stared from Mr. Young to Eric to Nicky, not understanding. She smiled a little uncertainly as first one then the other of the young men leaned down to kiss her hand. They were both dripping noisily. They loomed over her, all muscle and highly conditioned meat. Their fine young bodies gleamed with water and health.
"You're a very pretty lady," Eric said gallantly.
"Mr. Young's told us all about you," added Nicky.
Again Nancy stared about her in confusion. Told them what, she wondered. What could Mr. Young have possibly told them about her? That he'd photographed her in the nude? Taken dirty photographs of her? That he'd fucked her silly in his studio? Nancy blushed and immediately felt childish for doing so.
"I want some shots of you with Eric and Nicky," Young explained. "'Just relax and get to know each other. Pretend I'm not even here."
Nancy glared into the camera self-consciously, suddenly not relaxed at all. She was very much aware that her big tits were lolling out into the open and try as she might she just couldn't haul her dress back into place over them. She was having a hard enough time keeping her oozing crotch covered. And the two strange young men could stare down at her nakedness at will.
"Mr. Young ... I don't understand . . . " she murmured, feeling very shy and foolish. "What do you want me to do?"
For the moment Young didn't answer. He crouched down a few feet in front of her with his video camera whirring. Eric had padded around her chair and now she had a young man on either side of her, dripping onto the concrete. She glanced from left to right and blushed to see that their crotches were at the level of her face. Each pair of trunks bulged dangerously.
"Do what comes naturally. Feel the bulges," Young told her, as if he was amazed that she could be so dense. "Rub your hands all over their trunks."
Nancy stared at him in amazement. Just what was he getting her into here? She felt a hot flush of embarrassment flow through her. Yet at the same time she was scared of appearing foolish in front of the three of them. She didn't want them to think of her as a young and silly schoolgirl. She wanted to appear mature and experienced.
Shyly, she reached up both hands, touched her fingertips to the bulging fronts of both pairs of swimming trunks. She seemed to feel electric sparks shooting up her arms. Beneath the latex suits the cocks and balls swelled out. She could see each curving stony outline angling up from the mounds of balls.
"That's it. Play with them. Feel them," Young instructed. He moved in closer with his camera.
Nancy planted her hands more firmly on the swelling bulges, ran her fingers, up and down on the curving cock outlines. The pricks began to grow and stiffen at once. Even through the suits she could feel them throbbing. She touched the balls, felt them squirm. And she watched the cocks angle up under the tight bikini suits.
"Pull the suits down. Let the cocks pop out," Young went on.
It was obvious he wasn't talking to Eric or Nicky. The two young men stood quite passively on either side of Nancy, their hands on their hips. They stared down at her without making any attempt to help her.
The two cocks were just about bursting free of the suits anyway. As Nancy turned to Eric she could see his cock-head nudging its way up beyond the elastic suit-top. All she had to do was hook her fingers into the trunks and pull down slightly. Suddenly both thickening cocks were rolling free like a couple of logs.
"That's nice. That's real good," Young praised, filming everything. He recorded Nancy tugging eagerly on the suits, a look of strange concentration in her eyes.
Nicky's cock burst free of his trunks and sprang out at her like a snake. It swayed and bounced in the air in front of her, jutting forward stiffly. It was eight inches long and growing. Nancy stared at it nervously. Then turned back to examine Eric's swelling prick.
It was thicker than Nicky's prick, darker and uglier. Its head was huge and purple, like some discolored mushroom. Two great fat blue veins pulsed in the shaft like worms. The more they throbbed, the stiffer Eric's cock grew. It angled up toward her, pointing first at her navel, then at her tits, then at her chin. It looked like it would be over a foot long when fully erect.
"Mr. Young ..." she began-, suddenly turning her eyes to him for guidance.
She had both pairs of trunks tugged down clear of the cocks and balls. But she was unsure what to do next. Her heart pounded dully.
"AH the way. Pull them all the way off," he told her as he panned the camera across her face, from cock to cock.
Nancy did as she was told, sitting up straight to force the trunks down. Her tits hung free and naked in front of her. She had long since stopped trying to cover her crotch with her hand, and her blonde cunt showed clearly between her hooked-up legs. For the time being she seemed to have forgotten her own nakedness.
"Good. Now we can go in the house and really get down to business," Young said.
He stood up, smiled down at Nancy's confused and achingly pretty face. She stared back at the camera, all innocence and sweetness. On either side of her face hung the great ugly cocks, still growing, still swelling. They loomed out beside her like thick threatening snakes. They cast shadows across her tits.
Chapter Eight
Nancy sat on the bed in Mr. Young's studio, naked but for her white garter belt and stockings. On either side of her were Eric and Nicky, each with one leg on the bed. Their cocks stuck out over her shoulders. She had her fingers touched to the undersides of them and she was smiling for the camera, as if she was being photographed with her relatives.
Her smile was a bit uncertain. She still wasn't quite sure what Mr. Young wanted of her. But she knew she would find out soon. She was a little scared of the two handsome young men, who looked like actors or something. But Mr. Young would steer her through. She trusted him. She watched him bob and weave in front of her, recording everything.
"Suck their cocks," he said suddenly. "Kiss them. Lick them. Use that sweet little mouth of yours to make them good and hard and stiff."
Nancy froze. Her smile faded. Could he be serious? Did he really want her to use her mouth on two guys at once? Two guys she didn't even know? Being photographed naked with them was one thing, even touching their cocks was okay. But sucking the both of them? When she'd only just met them? He had to be kidding her.
"Suck them! Suck their cocks!" Young growled. He sounded like a harsh teacher yelling at a particularly slow student. It was obvious he wasn't kidding.
Shyly, Nancy raised the cocks to her face. They were heavy and throbbing on her fingers. She turned to one side, lowered her face, stuck out her tongue. She licked the head of Nicky's cock quickly, then pursed her lips and planted a wet kiss against the purple dome. His cock flexed and shuddered on her fingers.
"That's better. And Eric. Don't forget Eric," Young went on. His camera whirred on his shoulder.
Nancy turned toward Eric, dipped her face to kiss and lick his cock-head the way she'd done with Nicky. His cock felt like a hunk of lead pipe as she tilted it to her mouth. It was over ten inches long now and it still hadn't stopped growing. Her lips could fold only partway down over the big purple tip. But she sucked it gamely, teased it with her lips.
"Good. Keep that up," said Young. "Go from cock to cock. Suck them both. Make them both hard. I want them fully stiff for when they fuck you."
Nancy stopped in mid-suck. She rolled her big blue eyes at Young and her mouth fell open. What was he talking about? Did he expect her to fuck both these guys as well as suck them? Was he crazy or what? What did he think she was? She tried to say something. She was about to protest. But suddenly her head was tilted to one side and Nicky shoved his huge cock-head against her mouth.
She began sucking in spite of herself. She needed the time to think. Two men, at the same time! He expected her to fuck and suck two men at once! And while he filmed the whole thing. What a weird, kinky situation. How had she gotten into it? What was it about her that made men think they could use her like some kind of slut?
Nicky shoved forward and three or four inches of blazing cock rammed into her mouth. Her cheek swelled out of shape and her lips stretched in a tight seal around his cock. She slid her tongue back and forth, licked the underside and the head of the swollen prick. She moved her head back and forth in a sexy sucking motion.
"That's real good! Suck cock! Suck cock!" Young praised. He loomed in real close with his camera..
Nancy did as she was told, amazed that all this was happening so fast. She didn't really have time to protest. She was being swept along by the whole crazy set-up. It had gone from a sexy little modeling session by the pool to a possible orgy, all within a matter of minutes. She sucked on Nicky's cock with a kind of wild desperation.
But then Eric was scraping her cheek with his own cock, obviously put-out that Nicky was getting all the action. Nancy pulled her mouth off Nicky and turned to Eric, trying her best to get his giant prick between her lips. His cock was so thick. It was as big as her forearm, and the head was swelled out like some weird growth.
"Suck it! Stuff it in your mouth!" Young growled. He was the only one saying anything. Up to now, the two young men had barely said a word. All they did was grunt and groan.
Nancy blocked the gaping oval of her mouth with Eric's cock-head, then tried her best to move forward. Her lips stretched tight and it appeared she wasn't going to get anywhere. But then suddenly she twisted her face slightly, and most of the giant head slid into her mouth. One more slight adjustment, and the rest of the cock-head followed.
She paused, snorting, her lips folded down just below the ringed flange of his cock. Then she pressed forward and took another inch and a half of prick-meat into her face. Her tongue curled back and forth, licking the underside of his cock-head. She pursed her lips again and again. It was as close as she could come to sucking him.
"Yeah. Very nice. Suck it like that," Young grunted. "Use your mouth on him just like that."
Her hand clutched the base of Eric's cock, and she pumped it as best she could with the head locked between her lips. Her other hand was still wrapped around Nicky's cock and she jerked him off steadily, keeping his prick stiff till she could get back to him. She could feel the power surging under her fingers.
She was just getting used to this, just getting used to having Eric's monster cock embedded in her mouth, when Young asked her to change position. He had Nicky haul her up onto the bed proper, on her side, with one leg stuck up high in the air. Then he instructed Nicky to crawl around behind her and stick his cock up her cunt. He wanted her to get fucked while she was sucking Eric.
Nancy felt she should protest.. This is where she should draw the line if this whole wild session wasn't going to turn into an incredible orgy. But her mouth was full of cock. Eric's prick was stuffing her mouth to capacity. And besides, she admitted with a blush, she was beginning to feel really horny. Maybe she'd let things proceed for just a little while longer.
"Up her cunt. Cram your cock up her cunt," Young barked.
He had a perfect frontal view of Nancy's near-naked body. Between her split legs he could see the tufted gash of her pretty cunt. Her white garters stretched down her thighs, tugging harshly at her White stocking tops.
Nicky was on his side behind her and he angled his body forward now and poked his cock out between her legs. His hand steered the cock about, poking the head blindly through her pubic hair. And finally he found the soft wet hole of her cunt. He prodded his cock forward, shoved the head and several inches of meat between her cunt-lips. He began fucking her steadily.
"Yeah. Good. Real good," Young grunted.
He backed off so that his camera could record the fact that Nancy had a cock in her mouth and her cunt at the same time. His voice was growing husky with excitement.
Nancy's mind reeled. It was hard for her to believe this was happening. Two cocks inside her at the same time . . . one in her mouth and one up her cunt . . . what was happening to her? This was a lewd, dirty, kinky situation, and she was in the middle of it. She was letting it happen. How had it come about? How had she gotten into this situation?
She was too confused to think. And both men now were jerking and thrusting, driving their cocks into her poor, helpless body. If she'd been feeling sexy before, with just Eric's cock in her mouth, now she was beyond the point of no return. Nicky's cock plunging in and out of her cunt was driving her crazy. Already she could feel her climax growing, deep inside her. She didn't want him to stop.
"Shift her around," Young was grunting. "Get her up on her knees and fuck her from behind while she sucks Eric. I want to shoot her from every angle."
And Nicky was doing as he was told, like some robot. He pulled his cock from her cunt, gripped her around her waist, hauled her up till she was swaying a bit uncertainly on her hands and knees. Then he knelt behind her, poked his cock back into her cunt. He began fucking her all over again. Not once had she stopped sucking Eric. But both men were now on their knees on either end of her.
"Perfect. Fucking perfect," Young praised. "What a hot piece of ass she is. Fuck her good. Eric, fill her face with cock. She loves it, I can tell."
On and on it went, with both men feeding her cock in easy, steady motions. And all the while Nancy felt her climax approaching, growing stronger and stronger in her crotch. She sucked Eric's cock for all she was worth, driving her mouth back and forth as well as she could on his bloated prick. She bucked herself back onto the spike of Nicky's cock as it bulled in and out of her pussy.
Until finally Eric broke his silence. "I want to fuck her for a while. Let me fuck her," he said. And everybody changed position yet again.
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- Now Nancy was flipped over onto her back. Nicky knelt beside her head and poked his cock down into her face. She opened her mouth and began sucking him right away, not wanting him to grow soft. Meanwhile, Eric had spread her legs, crawled between her thighs, prodded her gaping cunt gash with his bloated prick. He heaved forward and his cock began its slow lunging motion into her pussy.
"Mmmmmmm!" she groaned, out of her mind now with lust and need. Her belly was quivering. Sparks were flying in her crotch. Her cunt grew numb as his giant cock bulled into her.
"Great! Fucking great!" Young croaked, kneeling on the bed beside them with his ever-present camera.
He swept his lens back and forth over Nancy's gorgeous young body, from her cock-stuffed mouth to her cock-stuffed pussy. He was obviously excited at the shots he was getting.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Eric groaned.
Eric's cock felt like it was being peeled in her tight cunt, but he kept on driving forward. He didn't stop till every last inch of his cock had disappeared up her cunt. He rested on top of her a moment before he began fucking her.
But then all at once he was all motion, a regular fucking machine. In and out he bucked, filling Nancy with cock again and again. Eric fucked her with strong, even lunges, burying his hard-on up her pussy and carving her wide open. Her flat brown belly quivered each time he drove forward into her.
Her head was tilted back, and her mouth was wrapped lovingly around the top third of Nicky's reddened prick. All resistance was drained out of her. She was having the time of her life. Sweet sparkling sensations kept rippling through her. She heaved herself up from the bed as far as possible, impaling herself again and again on Eric's monster cock. Her tongue licked crazily from side to side on Nicky's cock.
"What a sight! What a fucking sight she is!" Young commented, though no one paid him the slightest attention. Nancy and the two young men were acting now as if they were completely unaware of the camera. They were fucking and sucking her as if there were no one else present.
The climax kept building in Nancy, like some gorgeous balloon of feeling that grew larger and larger. She'd never felt so strange and lovely. And she thrilled at the thought of having two cocks inside her at the same time.
Only a few minutes ago the idea shocked her. She was convinced it was "something only a slut or a whore would do. Now she loved it. She never wanted the lovely feeling to end.
"You guys okay? Can you hold out for a while yet?" Young wondered. No one answered him. He kept right on filming.
The two men fucked Nancy as if their lives depended on it. They carved their cocks every which way in her mouth and cunt. They looked as though they could continue forever, like two well-oiled fuck-machines. Every movement was steady and practiced. They didn't waste any energy and they appeared in complete control, as though they would only come when they wanted to.
Nancy, on the other hand, was going crazy. She was writhing and squirming on the bed, twisting her mouth and cunt around on the blazing pricks. Her big tits were wobbling about like mounds of Jello, and Nicky reached down and pawed them with his strong fingers. Her belly was twitching and rippling. Her whole body was trembling.
"She's cumming. I think the little bitch is cumming," Eric grunted, his first words in many long minutes. "Look at her suck. Look at her."
Young tilted his camera toward her face.
She was indeed sucking Nicky's cock crazily. And her hand was wrapped firmly around the length of prick that wasn't in her mouth. She was pumping him wildly, as if she couldn't wait to taste his cum. His poor prick gleamed redly, as if it was raw and very sore.
And meanwhile Eric's monster cock lunged back and forth in her cunt and drove her crazy. The lush feeling inside her was growing even stronger, expanding. She humped her ass up off the bed, met Eric thrust for thrust. She whimpered and groaned on the huge cock embedded in her face. She was a wild thing between the two men.
"What a hot little cunt! Look at her!" Eric croaked.
His face was red and slick with sweat. But his movements remained steady. In and out he drove his huge cock.
All at once the big bubble inside Nancy burst, and she was full of hot climax. She trembled over and over, her belly quivering. Her tits tingled under Nicky's fingers. She was cumming, exploding in cock-lust. She lost all control of herself and let the twin pricks tug her every which way. She made loud groaning sounds deep in her throat.
"She's going wild! The little slut's sucking my cock off!" Nicky moaned. He stared down at her pumping hand and wondered if she'd tear his cock up by its roots. Her lips and tongue were doing amazing things to him. He'd never been sucked with such enthusiasm.
"She loves it! She fucking loves it!" Eric hissed. Her cunt seemed to be trembling all along the length of his cock. His cockhead felt like it was being tickled.
"Fuck her. Don't stop fucking her," Young grunted. "I want her good and ready, good and wet for a cock sandwich. As soon as she settles down I want you to fuck her up the cunt and up the ass at the same time. Keep giving it to her."
Nancy's mind reeled. Even in the middle of her climax she was very much aware of what he was talking about. She'd had her cunt fucked. A few days earlier, she'd been fucked up the ass. Now she was about to experience both things at once. She was going to be sandwiched between the two men, with a cock up her cunt and a cock up her ass. And the idea didn't disgust her. It thrilled her to her bones. She was ready for it. She was ready for anything.
"Mmmfffmmm!" she wailed on Nicky's cock.
Chapter Nine
"Sit on it! Sit on his cock!" Young was yelling.
Several minutes had passed and Nancy had finally stopped cumming. She was feeling deliciously lazy, and wanted nothing more than to lay down and rest. But Eric and Nicky still had blazing hard-ons, and she was responsible. They were going to sandwich-fuck her right away, whether she liked it or not. Young was going to film as much of it as he could.
Eric was flat on his back on the bed, his huge cock jutting up through his fist like a red spike. Nancy was straddling him a little shakily, one leg on either side of him. She was weak in the knees and needed help from Nicky to stay upright. He was helping her lower herself onto Eric's hard-on.
Young dithered about in back of her, yelling out instructions. He watched her knees bend and her legs split wide. He saw her hand snake down and grip Eric's cock around its tip. Nicky supported her with his arms under her armpits, his hands clamped on her big lush tits. His own hard-on scraped against her hip.
"Lower. Lower. Sit on it! Stuff it up your cunt!" Young grunted. He still had his crazy camera hooked onto his shoulder.
Nancy was squatting low. Her legs were damn near bent double. The loops of her white garters snaked loosely along her thighs. Her cunt gaped wide, and she easily nudged the bloated head of Eric's cock between the pulpy wet lips. Then she shifted about from side to side, adjusting herself. Finally she let her full weight sink down onto him. His thick cock began bulling inside her.
"That's it! That's good!" Young praised, watching the huge prick disappear up between Nancy's legs. "Sit on the fucking thing. Stuff it all the way up your cunt!"
A half, then two thirds of Eric's cock slid up her cunt. Then Nicky let her go and she heaved forward with a contented sigh. Her big tits scraped Eric's chest and flattened slightly as she fell further forward. All of the cock bulled inside her and her legs scissored out on either side of him. From behind, her ass cheeks looked split very wide apart.
"Up her ass! Fuck her up her ass, Nicky!" Young croaked.
He seemed closer to losing control than either of the two young men. His voice was ragged and hoarse. In his crotch, a huge bulge had developed. But still he wouldn't let go of his camera.
"So much cock! So much!" Nancy bleated.
Her voice sounded strange. She hadn't spoken for ages. Her mouth had been stuffed with cock for most of the afternoon.
Nicky was climbing in back of her, lowering himself, gripping his cock firmly in his hand. He planted his cock-head against the puckered ring of her asshole, steadied himself, then heaved forward, trying to stuff his cock up her ass in one full motion. He almost succeeded. Her asshole offered no resistance at all. But only six inches disappeared with this first lunge. Not till the second try did all of Nicky's cock vanish up her ass.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh fuck!" she moaned, out of her mind with lust.
She was crushed between the two muscular bodies. Her girlish young frame was completely trapped between two hulking males.
And both their cocks were embedded inside her, so close together. She felt stuffed, clogged, bloated with cock. At times there didn't seem to be anything separating the two cocks at all. It was as if they were both stuffed into one fuck-hole. She felt them both trembling, like huge snakes inside her. She felt as though they would split her in half.
But it felt so good at the same time. It was the wildest, weirdest feeling she'd ever had. She felt so dirty, so kinky, to be letting this happen to her. And she was also letting Mr. Young film the whole thing! What would it look like, she wondered, her small young body crammed between the two big muscular ones. God, was this ever dirty!
The two men seemed to be waiting for something. And all at once when Young muttered at them they began fucking her, pumping themselves back and forth. They shoved their cocks in and out of her, drilled her ass and her cunt at the same time. Behind them Young crouched down and recorded the weird stuffing. He grunted and groaned his approval.
"Fucking great! What a scene! What a fucking filthy scene!" he growled. "Cock-sandwich! Cock-sandwich!"
Nancy's legs were splayed wide. From behind he could see her white stocking tops and part of her garters and the sweet pale cheeks of her girlish ass. Below, Eric's balls rested on his thighs and the great curving stony rod of his cock arched up between her warped and sucking cunt-lips. Just above this Nicky's cock bulled down into her ass, cranking the cheeks wide. His balls hung down and quivered with each thrust.
"So much cock! So much!" Nancy wailed. And the sound of her voice seemed to reach Young for the first time.
He continued filming for two or three minutes, it seemed. The double-fuck seemed to go on for a long time. But then he was standing up, climbing back on the bed, moving round in front of Nancy. Her face was tilted upwards, achingly young and pretty but slightly distorted in a wild snarl of lust. She gazed up at him, her mouth gasping wide.
He filmed her like that for a while, watching her head jerked forward again and again as the men shoved into her. But then he was unbuckling his belt, dropping his pants, wrangling his cock free of the tangles of his shorts. His prick sprang out like a striking snake and bounced in front of her face. Then he was grabbing it firmly in his fist.
"More cock . . . more cock ..." she muttered, so dazed she barely knew where she was anymore. Her eyes seemed to focus on this third stiff prick, but it was hard to tell if she was seeing it properly.
"Eat it, slut! Eat my cock!" Young grunted.
But before he would allow her to do that he steered his hard-on every which way on her pretty face, smudging off pre-cum juice into her cheeks and nose and forehead. He smudged the cock-head across her mouth two or three times.
Then suddenly it was between her lips, the cock-head and three inches of cock-meat stuffed into her face. And she was sucking him, circling her tongue around and around his prick and caressing him with her lips. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled by turns. She made loud wet sucking sounds. Another inch of cock-meat slid into her face.
Three cocks, she thought, three big stiff cocks inside me at the same time. Every fuck-hole plugged, every fuck-hole stuffed with twitching, heaving cock-meat. The notion made her head reel, and for a second or two she thought she would faint. She was being pulled every which way, the three cocks forcing her from side to side. It was too much. Surely it was too much cock for any one teenaged girl to handle.
Yet she was doing it, she was managing. Three men were fucking her at the same time and she was taking it. Her slender sexy body was absorbing damn near a yard of stiff cock. Oh God it was strange. And she'd thought she knew all there was to know about cocks and fucking and sucking. She'd never know everything. Never. There was too much strange stuff.
The triple gang-bang seemed to go on and on and on. The men had amazing staying power. They lunged back and forth, filling her with cock, and she lost all track of time. But she was vaguely aware of Young's camera whirring still. And she heard very clearly after what seemed like hours his order to pull out of her. What she heard next she didn't at first believe.
"Jerk off on her. Cover her with cum. Splatter her face and tits with jizz," Young was saying.
There was a sudden tangle of bodies on the bed and Nancy felt herself being flipped over on her back. She suddenly felt very empty with no cocks inside her.
Young climbed up over her, sat on her rib cage and lunged his cock down between her tits. He humped back and forth, fucking her tits, while his ever-present camera loomed down over her. On either side of her she was aware of Eric and Nicky. They had grabbed each of her hands and wrapped them around their cocks. Then they folded their fists over hers and helped her jerk them off.
She was aware all at once that all three cocks were aimed at her face. Eric's and Nicky's loomed just above her, over each cheek. They pulsed and throbbed threateningly. Young's cock bumped up and down in her cleavage, and after every stroke she felt his cock-head poke her chin and angle up over her face. It was plain what they all intended to do.
"In my face . . . you're all going to spurt your jizz in my face ..." she muttered, feeling it would somehow make sense if she said it out loud.
Nancy glanced nervously from cock to cock, wondering vaguely if this could really be happening. She didn't know whether to be thrilled or disgusted.
"In her face! Splatter your cum all over her face!" Young yelled. He had now forced his cock down deep into her cleavage with one hand and he was fucking her tits viciously.
Nancy waited patiently, knowing what had to happen in a very few seconds. Her heart pounded dully. And almost automatically, her mouth opened. She tilted her head from side to side gently, her eyes following first one cock then another. Her tongue stuck out in invitation.
"Sonovabitch! Oh fuck!" Nicky grunted.
And a giant rope of silver cum shot from his cock and fired directly between her gaping lips. The white jet bounced over her tongue, grazed her top lip, then slid in a great heavy stream into her mouth and on into her throat. The cum gleamed on her pink tongue like a streak of paint.
"Sssppplllfff . . . mmmmmm!" Nancy gasped, smacking her lips, swallowing down as much of the jizz as she could. It was thick and slimy in her mouth, like hot syrup. It slithered to her belly in strings.
She was about to open her mouth for more. Her lips were already parting. But Nicky shot off another huge streamer of jizz too soon. It went splattering up her face in twirling globs, decorating her from chin to hairline with a series of thick silver splotches, all connected by a gleaming white string. Nancy gasped in shock and stared up at him as if he'd insulted her. There was a sexy little pout on her mouth.
"Beautiful! Fucking perfect!" Young praised, still fucking her tits. His cock was like an ugly red log in her cleavage.
"Sonovabitch! Oh fuck!" Nicky repeated. And his hand pumped down over hers on his cock, tugging and yanking.
A jet of cum hit her in the mouth and went slithering off over her cheek. Again she was smacking her lips, swallowing deeply. A large part of the cum-jet had fallen into her mouth. But most of it skidded across her face, marking her from her mouth to her eye with a silver cum-scar. Trickles of jizz ran off from this jet down her cheek and off her jaw.
He tilted his cock higher, pulled it some more. And a monstrous ribbon of jizz flashed out at an angle over her face. It splashed up one cheek and across the corner of her eye, finally ending up draped over her forehead. The lashes at the corner of her eye sealed shut, as if they'd been glued together. Cum dribbled down over her temple.
Eric began cursing under his breath. He called her slut and cunt and whore and bitch. And his monster cock began to flex strangely. He held it up over her face and squeezed it. And a stream of cum the thickness of his finger poured down like silver onto her left eye. It poured and poured and poured, like wax from a spout. And it curled around and around on her clenched eye in a weird swirl.
The rope of cum snapped, broke, fell splashing down her cheek to her ear. But almost at once another stream began. And this one he unwound on her face like a silver ribbon, decorating her forehead, her nose, her cheek bone with a pretty white coil. His face was rapt in concentration, as if he was a little boy icing a cake.
"Fucking great! Fantastic!" Young croaked, his voice hoarse. His cock seemed to expand between her tits.
Nicky fired off one more jet. It shot directly between her gaping wet lips, smacking her so hard her teeth rattled. Her tongue was again coated with a thick blanket of jizz, and gamely she swallowed, siphoning down all the hot cream. The overflow poured from her lips in a steady stream. It ran off her chin and dribbled down into the hollow of her neck.
"Sonovabitch! Oh fuck!" Nicky croaked one more time. He continued pumping his drooling prick, letting glob after glob of warm cum splatter across Nancy's already drenched face.
Eric was still steering his cock back and forth, up and down, pouring out a steady flow of spunk. He drooled a string of cum along her hairline, across her forehead, over her one clear eye. He slopped out silver goo all over her left cheek and her right, as well as up both sides of her pretty turned-up nose. He also let wad after wad slosh down onto her gasping, oozing mouth.
"Splatter her! Fucking splatter her!" Young groaned. By now he sounded a little crazy. His prick had turned a weird dark brown color between her tits.
"Bitch! Cunt! Slut!" Eric growled. And another thick wad of jizz draped itself over the bridge of her nose.
Nancy tried to stay calm. She did her best not to panic. But there was so much cum. And it didn't seem to be letting up. Again and again she felt hot wet splashes of it fall across her face. Her mouth was clogged and one nostril was already blocked off. Would they choke her? Would they drown her in cum?
She felt another jet of Eric's spunk splash into her face. And another. And she began to sigh with relief that he must be almost done. But while he still held his drooling cock over her left eye, there was a strangled groan from Young. She felt yet another hard cock being pressed against her face. She tried to gulp in air.
Young had hauled his cock up out of her cleavage and now he had it propped up against her chin while he jerked off. His prick recoiled, like a rifle being reloaded. And a giant streamer of cum two feet long shot across her mouth, bounced off the side of her nose, and cascaded over her eye in a thick swirl. She winced at the force of the blast. It was as if she was being slapped in the face with a wet rag.
The jet got caught up in her hair and it hung there among the blonde strands, gleaming brightly. It was like a twelve inch slice of silver ribbon looped over the side of her head. Eventually thick pearls of it began dripping and drooling down behind her ear and along her neck. The strands of blonde hair were matted together.
"She's covered in it! The little slut's covered in hot cum!" Eric yelled. A string of jelly-cum slopped from the end of his cock and fell across her nose.
Young jerked off furiously, firing two quick jets of cum between her gasping lips. Once again her mouth was clogged, and silver spunk overflowed her lips in steady drooling streams. But then he angled his cock from side to side, spraying her, making sure every last inch of her pretty teenaged face was clogged with goo.
It seemed important to him.
The cum sprang out in heavy ropes, looping in the air because he kept his cock moving. The square foot above Nancy's face was a regular blizzard of jizz. And there were wet splattering sounds as again and again the jizz tumbled down onto her. Her eye make-up and lip gloss shone deeper shades of blue and red under all the white cream.
Suddenly Young crammed his cock down between her drooling lips and let it spurt again and again into her teeming mouth. She tried to twist her face away but her lips were sealed around the bursting prick. One, two, three hot jets of jizz shot into her mouth. And she was gagging, choking, gulping on the thick slime.
Finally, in panic, she snorted it up her nose, and great white bubbles formed and popped at her nostrils. Young began cackling crazily at this. And his fist pumped more wildly on his twitching cock. So that it burst free of her mouth again and began to spray her face all over again. Cum oozed from between her lips in a monstrous silver flow.
"You'll drown the little bitch! You'll choke her!" Nicky croaked, wiping his cock clean in her hair.
Young ignored him, swirling his cock every which way. Nancy's face, once so pretty and innocent, was gradually being lost under a blizzard of jizz. She was no longer recognizable. Silver pools filled her eyes, her mouth. Her cheeks, nose and forehead were crisscrossed with thick white stripes. Her neck and chin were covered in cum. Her hair was soggy with it.
And Young wasn't finished. With his cock still spurting he began rubbing her face with it, spreading the cum about all over her. He watched her spout and sputter, hot cum drooling from her mouth. And he laughed. He laughed at her shining, cum-splattered face and slopped more and more sperm onto her. He was cackling crazily.
"Young, you're crazy!" Nicky grunted, resting his cock on Nancy's drenched forehead.
"Fucking right. You're a fucking maniac, Young," Eric added. But he leaned over with his cock and helped smudge and smear the jizz about on Nancy's helpless young face.
The three men stared down at her, amazed at what they saw. And Mr. Young went on cackling crazily.
Chapter Ten
Nancy stayed home from school for three days to recover from her wild fuck-session with the three men. She told her mother that she had cramps and couldn't get out of bed. This wasn't too far from the truth, at least not on the first day. Her body was sore and achy from all the ass-fucking and everything. But really there wasn't much wrong with her physically. Her problem was in her head.
She couldn't get over what had happened to her. Again, she was in a state of shock and confusion. Three men had taken her and fucked her silly in every hole she possessed. They'd gang-banged her and spurted so much cum on her she thought she was going to drown in it. It had been a day she'd never forget.
What disturbed her most was that she'd enjoyed every minute of it. She'd loved having dirty sex with three horny men. She'd even got off on the fact that Mr. Young had put the whole crazy session on video tape. Surely there was something wrong with her. Was it normal for a teenaged girl to do such things and like it? Was she a nympho or something? It was all so confusing!
Still, staying home brooding about it didn't seem to help. It only confused her more. Half the time she didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what she'd done. And at the end of three days she decided that she needed some adult advice. She needed someone to tell her she wasn't a slut or a whore, and that what she'd done wasn't shameful-or at least not so shameful that it could affect her whole life.
She decided to go see Mr. Mason. He was the man she most looked up to in the world, even if she knew she wasn't really in love with him. Maybe he would be able to reassure her, set her mind at rest. He was old enough, mature enough. Surely he could advise her what to do. Without bothering to phone first, she set out for his house, hoping that his new wife and kid weren't around.
And they weren't. But then neither was Mr. Mason. The front door was opened for her by his son, Roger, who was home from school for a mid-semester break. His father and stepmother were away for the day, he told her. But wouldn't she come in and visit for a while anyway?
Nancy hesitated. But after a moment she followed Roger into the house. She had to talk to someone, even if it was a virtual stranger.
He made her feel right at home, speaking to her as if he'd known her for years. And though at first she was very shy with him she soon began to relax. He smiled at her a lot and asked her interesting questions. And after half an hour he asked her what was wrong with her. It was obvious that something was, he added with a smile. And so she might as well go ahead and tell him before he pried it out of her.
She smiled back at him, feeling somehow that she could trust him even though she didn't really know him. And before she quite realized what she was doing, she was telling him about Mr. Young, and the video camera, and the two horny young men. It all came out in a rush, and as she talked about it she felt herself growing easier in herself. She didn't really feel embarrassed with him at all.
"And so Mr. Young filmed you, wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings, while you romped about with two young studs?" he summed up, watching her with new interest.
"Yes," she said shyly, and a slight blush did creep onto her pretty face, in spite of herself.
She sat across the room from him with her knees clutched primly together. They were in Mr. Mason's den, where Roger appeared to have made himself at home. He sat at the desk and watched her.
"And what exactly . . . did he make you do with these two guys?" he went on, a slight catch in his throat.
Nancy looked so young and innocent sitting there in front of him. Too young and innocent to have had any sex at all, let alone been involved in some wild orgy.
"He made me . . . you know . . . suck their cocks. Then he had me get on the bed and let one of them fuck me while I sucked off the other." She sounded as though she was relating the story to a high school counselor. And sitting at his desk like this, that's exactly what he reminded her of.
Roger cleared his throat and shifted a little in his chair. He didn't want to appear shocked and throw her off. But he felt a definite twitch in his cock at what she told him. As his prick started to erect he hoped she didn't notice the growing bulge in his crotch.
"Both . . . both of them? You fucked and sucked both of them at the same time?" he croaked.
He couldn't take his eyes off her now, and for the first time he noticed the swell of her heavy tits inside her blouse. She wore blue eye make-up and red lip gloss to make her look older. And her platinum hair squiggled down prettily on either side of her face.
"Yes. Isn't it terrible? And later on even Mr. Young got into the act. He made me suck his cock while the other two guys were fucking me up the ass and up the cunt."
"Up the ass and up the cunt? At the same time? While you were sucking Mr. Young? You mean you had three cocks inside you at the same time?" In spite of himself his voice had risen. He sat up straight in his chair and he could feel his cock throbbing painfully now in his crotch.
"Yes. Aren't I awful? Do you think I'm a slut for letting them do that to me? Do you think I'm a whore?" She stared at him with her big innocent blue eyes. Her wet red lips had parted into a sexy oval.
"Nnnnn . . . no, of course not," he hissed. He had a sudden wild desire to drop to the floor and do push-ups, or dash to the bathroom for a cold shower.
"But three men at the same time! And later on they jerked off all over me. All three of them spurted sperm in my face. I was covered in it! I couldn't see anything. I could hardly breathe. It was really weird!"
"Sweet Christ ... I mean I'll bet! It must have been awful for you. It must have been disgusting and degrading and-"
"But that's just it! It wasn't! I liked it! I liked taking on three men at the same time! I actually enjoyed it, in a weird way, when they all spurted their cum all over me! Is there something wrong with me? Am I some kind of pervert or what?"
She stared at him eagerly, with her wild blue eyes. She sounded genuinely curious. And she was looking at him as if he could provide all the answers.
"Hey ... I don't know ... a person has every right to do what they enjoy, you know . . . " he mumbled. "If you enjoyed yourself and nobody got hurt, then I don't see the harm. And as for you're being a slut or a whore ..."
He didn't have time to finish what he was saying because Nancy dashed across the room and threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him to her. Her big lush tits mashed against his face and he could feel the harsh scrape of a long nipple even through her clothes. His cock arched up higher in his crotch and made him very uncomfortable.
"Oh I'm so glad to hear you say that!" she purred. "I was scared I was turning into a tramp or something! What a relief!"
She stood up straight in front of him and beamed down, her blue eyes shining. She really did look relieved, as if what he'd said was all she needed to hear. She breathed deeply, her tits rising and falling. Her face was full of affection for him, as if he was her long-lost brother or something. She could see he had the same features as Mr. Mason, only younger, and even more handsome.
Looking up at her, now Roger appeared to be the shy one. "That garter belt and all . . . are you wearing it today by any chance?" he asked, suddenly sounding like a little boy.
Nancy giggled, relief putting her in a playful mood. "As a matter of fact I am," she cooed. "Want to see?"
Slowly, she raised her skirt, revealing bit by bit the black stockings that Mr. Mason had bought for her. They weren't the pair she'd worn at Mr. Young's, but they were close enough. She lifted the skirt up onto her waist, so that he could see the black garter belt and the suspenders snaking down her thighs. She'd added a pair of brief black panties for modesty's sake.
"Sweet Christ!" he muttered, staring into her crotch.
"Do you like them? Do you think they're sexy?" she purred.
Roger didn't answer. Instead he fell on his knees in front of her and mashed his face against the black triangle of her panties. He began kissing and licking her cunt through her pants. He was like a man eating his first meal in days. Nancy smiled down at him indulgently. She wasn't surprised at what he was doing. She wasn't shocked. It took a lot to shock her these days.
"Why, Roger, I think you're excited," she teased. "I think telling you all this has gotten you all hot and bothered. Is that so? Am I right?"
For reply Roger snorted and snuffled into her crotch, scraping his tongue over the dry silky material of her sheer panties. In seconds her crotch was soaking wet, and the outline of her hair-lined cunt was quite clear through the pants. He rubbed his hands up and down the backs of her slender legs, loving the feel of her dark stockings against his fingers.
"Do you want to eat me? Is that what you want?" she smiled.
Her hand had come up to caress the back of his head tenderly and she was running her long fingers through his hair. Her other hand held her skirt up out of the way. It was bunched up in a roll around her belly.
Roger continued slurping and slobbering at her cunt through her panties. He was like a wild man. But then suddenly he backed off her, fell back on the floor in a tangled heap. He was undressing, snapping open his belt and unzipping his fly and struggling to shove his pants and shorts down his legs. He kicked his legs in the air comically, and finally succeeded in getting his feet free of his clothes. His cock bounded free.
Nancy was laughing at him, at his flailing legs and his reddening face. And when he finally lay back on the floor wearing nothing but a T-shirt she moved down toward him, her skirt still hauled up over her crotch. Expertly, she slid her panties down off her legs. Then she stepped over Roger, planted a foot on either side of his head. Slowly, she began to squat down on top of him.
Watching the blonde tuft of her cunt lowering toward his face, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. It was just too good to be true. Then her fluffy beaver was on his mouth and he was lapping at it happily, licking it, poking his tongue up and down each of her pulpy wet cuntlips. Her cunt smelled sweet and fresh and girlish. It was delicious.
"Is that what you want? You want to eat my pussy?" she giggled.
She squatted over him lightly, her knees bent, as if she was taking a piss on the ground. And she let him lick and suck her cunt with his hungry mouth. Little tingles of pleasure shot up into her belly.
Roger made wet slurping sounds. He lifted his head some, pressed his mouth more firmly on her gaping cunt. He stuck his tongue deep inside her and diddled it around. Her cunt was opening for him, cranking itself wider and wider as he sucked. Warm pussy-juice began to slither down from deep inside her. She began to moan a little with pleasure.
"Would you like to see my titties? Would you, you naughty boy?" she teased.
And it suddenly occurred to her that this was how she'd gotten his father started what seemed like so long ago. Only then she hadn't had the guts or experience to say it in so many words. God, how innocent she had been!
She was pulling at her dress, opening up its front. And suddenly her gorgeous young tits tumbled into view like over-ripe fruit. The nipples were swollen already, and were still growing. And he stared up from his vantage point between her legs with wide eyes, never once stopping his sucking. Her tits loomed out above him like two huge quivering pink mounds of Jello.
"Mmmmfff . . . sssppplllfff . . . !" he croaked, his nose buried in her muff.
Her cunt had gaped wide and settled down over his mouth like some wild sucking creature. He was lost in a sea of cunt, under the shadow of her tits.
Behind her, his cock rose up like a granite column. And she finally reached around and closed her fist on it, squeezed it playfully. It was hard and long and solid, just like his father's prick. She began to pump it, to wank it steadily in her hand. As she twisted to one side her big tits stretched into interesting shapes on her chest.
"It feels nice, to have you eat me," she murmured, shifting her cunt up and down slightly on his mouth. "It's getting me so hot and horny. I think I'm going to have to fuck you, Roger Mason. Would you mind? Would you mind if I sat on your nice hard prick?"
Roger snorted and gasped against her cunt like a drowning man. He sounded as though he'd welcome any change in position. She really was too much cunt for him. And when she lifted off his face he breathed deep as if he'd just been rescued. He lay flat on his back on the floor, quite passive and helpless. He stared at her swaying tits with amazed eyes.
"I'm going to sit on your cock, Roger. Do you mind?" she said. And she heaved herself backwards, letting go of his cock just long enough to pass her squatting body over it. Then she grabbed it again, held it upright while she shifted herself back and forth. Finally she planted the cock-head between the gaping lips of her cunt. She smiled at him, winked, then sank down with a loud sigh.
His prick bulled into her. He tilted his head up and watched it disappear an inch at a time. He saw her tits sway down, her head roll back as she let go of his cock and forced her cunt down on the last couple of inches. When her crotch hair meshed with his she rested a moment and stared down into his face with a mischievous grin. Then she began a steady chugging up and down on top of him.
"Sweet Christ," he muttered, leaning on his elbows.
He could see his greased cock appearing and disappearing as she pumped herself up and down on top of it. His balls grew numb and heavy.
"Do you like it? Do you like me fucking you this way?" she teased. Her pretty blonde curls bobbed up and down as she moved. Her heavy tits joggled and swayed.
"Sweet Christ!" he repeated.
Nancy was enjoying herself. She was having fun. She was fucking a guy she'd just met and she wasn't feeling any guilt over it. Roger was a nice guy and he reminded her a lot of Mr. Mason, in looks if nothing else. But she certainly wasn't in love with him, she wasn't in love with anyone. And she didn't need to be, anymore, to fuck and enjoy it.
She felt grateful to him for what he had said, even if he didn't mean it. And chugging up and down on top of him there she forgot all about her shame and embarrassment over having fucked and sucked three men at once. It had happened. It had been fun in a wild, kinky way. She shouldn't be ashamed of it. She shouldn't be ashamed of anything ever again.
She was young and pretty and she had a body that made men go weak in the knees. Lots of men and boys were going to want to fuck her. From now on she was going to enjoy it. She wasn't going to ask herself any more questions about it. If it felt good, she would do it. Nothing else mattered.
As for Roger, it looked as though from now on he was going to find her hard to resist. Maybe she'd see more of him, on his frequent trips home from school. He was at least closer to her age than any of the other men she'd been involved with and he wasn't attached. But Nancy didn't want a boyfriend. She wanted to enjoy lots of men. But he would be nice to talk to about it all. And he would be nice to fuck once in a while.
"Sweet Christ! Ohhhhhh!" he croaked, his face all red and straining. He heaved his ass up off the floor and knifed his cock deep into her belly.
"Are you having fun, Roger? Are you enjoying yourself?" she teased. She pumped herself up and down on him without missing a beat.
"Ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh!" he gasped. "Ohhh fuck!"
And his balls burst, spurting up great wads of cum that shot from his cockhead like jets from a hose. One after the other the jets sprang out, spraying her twat with thick hot streams of cock juice. He was spurting just as hard as his old man. He seemed to have gallons of jizz to get rid of.
"Spurt it! Spurt it hard up my cunt!" Nancy wailed, bobbing up and down. "I love it! I love hard spurting cocks! Give it to me! Give me all your steaming hot jizz!"