Patsy Cole strode up the driveway with her schoolbooks under her arm. She was wearing white knee socks and a very short navy blue skirt, and her slender thighs rippled in the sunlight. Her white blouse was stretched taut over the bulging mounds of her tits, and as she moved the crisp fabric was pulled this way and that. Her bright blonde hair, fluffed prettily around her face, looked almost white in the sunshine.
From the house next door Al Warren watched her, shifting nervously at his desk. His hand crept down into his crotch and he adjusted his cock to the left. His prick had begun to swell suddenly and was uncomfortable in his shorts. He gazed out the window as the lovely teenager came closer. His heart began to race.
She had dropped one of her books, and was twisting to one side and bending down to retrieve it. He watched the brief flap of her blue skirt ride higher and higher on her golden thigh. And he gulped as a slice of white lacy panty came into view. He could see one taut ass cheek packed into the flimsy panties, and then the crack of her ass as well as she turned even more to one side. His cock began to throb.
Patsy got hold of her book, straightened up, and began striding up the drive to her house. But suddenly she caught sight of him through the window and her face lit up in a big smile. She waved and her tits began to wobble beautifully. He groaned out loud, but tried his best to return her smile. He stood up and damn near crippled himself as his growing cock bumped against the edge of the desk.
"Hi Mr. Warren! I'll be over around seven. That okay?" she chirped.
She had stopped at the top of the driveway and was staring in through the window at him. Her books were cradled in front of her now and they supported her lush tits.
"Nnnnn...okay...nnnnn..."he mumbled, hoping she couldn't see the huge bulge in his pants from where she was.
Patsy would be babysitting for them that night for the third time, and the thought of her striding round his house made his balls ache. Why couldn't they have stuck with their old babysitter, ugly Maureen? Patsy was just too much of a temptation.
"I can't hear you. I'll come around," she said.
And before he could say no she had disappeared and was making her way around the house to the back door.
He made a move to go meet her but at the last second he stared down at the bulge in his pants and stopped. There was no one in the house but him. Nancy and the baby wouldn't be home for at least two hours. He would be alone in the house with gorgeous young Patsy. How would he ever control himself? He'd been lusting after her for weeks, ever since they'd moved in her. And since she'd started babysit-ting for them it had gotten worse.
"So here's where you're hiding! You sure like this old den of yours, don't you?" Patsy chirped.
She stood in the doorway and beamed at him. She damn near glowed with freshness and health.
"Nnnnnn . . . I sure do. It's where I came for peace and quiet."
Or for jerking off over the girl next door, he thought. He sat down quickly at his desk and tried to hide the bulge of his hard-on. His cock just wouldn't stop growing. And the young girl sexiness of her filling the small room didn't help any.
"Am I disturbing you?" she asked coyly, glancing at him.
Patsy stepped into the room and began moving around, examining the books in his skivvies. Her slender brown thighs flexed below the ridiculously short blue skirt.
"Nnnnn. ..not at all. . ."he mumbled, watching her every move.
He couldn't take his eyes off her golden thighs, her lush young tits. She was wearing a bra, but he could still see the bumps of two stiff nipples through her blouse.
"I just wanted to check about tonight. Is seven o clock okay?" she went on.
She came over to the desk and stood right next to him, staring down at the clutter of papers there. He could feel the lush sexy girlishness of her.
It was strange, but he felt like a foolish young boy next to Patsy. He was a married man, a father, a successful man of the world, and yet next to this gorgeous young girl he was helpless. He felt that if he moved he would do something crazy. He kept very still and tried not to think about raping her on the spot.
She was leaning down, examining something on his desk, and he watched her lush tits sway forward and strain against the sheer fabric of her white blouse. For the first time he glanced at her face, to see if she was aware of what she was doing to him. But he couldn't tell. He studied her pretty, turned-up nose, her full, pouty red lips. He watched her innocent blue eye as she stared at something on the desk.
"Mr. Warren! What's this?" she beamed suddenly.
And from beneath the sheets of paper she'd been looking at she drew a glossy magazine. She began flipping through the pages, her eyes widening as she went.
"Oh God!" he groaned.
He reached for the magazine, standing up as she stepped out of his range. Again his cock bumped the edge of the desk and he sat back down quickly. The bulge in his pants was enormous now and she would notice it for sure if he moved toward her.
"It's a dirty magazine! With pictures of girls with no clothes on!" she yelped. "Mr. Warren, I'm surprised at you!"
She stood to one side and flipped through the pages of the magazine, pausing once in a while to examine something more closely. There was a strange half-smile on her pretty mouth and her eyes widened from time to time.
Warren sat there helplessly, his cock throbbing. He stared at her golden thighs, her short, short, skirt. He wished he could see those white panties again.
She looked at him suddenly over the magazine. "Do you find these girls sexy? Does it get you excited to look at them?"
He tried to look stern. "You'd better put that back where you found it, young lady. That's my personal property and you have no business seeing it."
"I'm serious," she went on. "I'm really interested. Do you find these naked girls exciting?"
She came back to the desk and stood beside him, the magazine closed in her hands. Her eyes were very big and innocent and she seemed really curious. He tried to think of something to say, something fatherly and sensible. But again he felt helpless. All he could think of were her golden legs and her big bouncing tits. It took a great deal of effort not to reach out and grab her.
"How about me?" she went on. "Do you find me sexy? Do I get you excited?" She tossed the magazine back onto the desk.
Warren heard himself groan out loud. This was too much, it really was. It was like some kind of weird torture, just being in the same room with her. And now on top of everything to have her ask him questions like this. He forced himself not to look at her. He reached for the magazine, stuffed it back out of sight beneath a sheath of papers.
"I can't answer that," he muttered at last. "I haven't seen enough of you. I haven't-"
"What would you like to see? Would you like to see more of my legs? Should I lift up my skirt?"
To Warren s amazement she stepped back, gripped her skirt with her hands, and began lifting it slowly but steadily. She kept her eyes on him the whole time, judging his reaction. Soon her brown thighs were visible right to the crotch, and the triangle of sheer white panty inched into view. He sat there frozen, unable to take his eyes off her.
Patsy had the most beautiful set of legs he'd ever seen. They were slender and brown and perfectly shaped, the calves and thighs delicately curved. And there was a gap of an inch or so between her thighs at the top, where her panties covered her. His cock flexed against his thigh and he shifted again in his chair to get more comfortable.
"Do you want to see my panties? Should I lift higher?" she cooed.
And without waiting for an answer she went on raising her skirt, exposing herself for him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Her panties were no more than a brief white triangle across her crotch. Two lacy elastic strings looped over her hips, holding the triangle up. The material was pure white and it contrasted nicely with the golden brown of her thighs and belly. For now she was lifting her skirt so high he could see this too. Her sexy navel winked at him prettily from her flat golden belly.
"Well? Do you think I'm sexy? Are you getting excited?" she purred, watching him closely, as if she was truly unsure of herself.
"Sweet Christ," he muttered.
Suddenly something snapped in him and he dropped to his knees on the floor. His hands snaked up behind her thighs. He gripped her springy young ass cheeks and began mauling them with his fingers. Then his mouth sank down onto the white triangle of her panties and he was licking and slobbering, kissing her crotch through the flimsy material.
"Mr. Warren! I guess this means yes!" she cooed, trying her best to keep her balance as he licked her.
Patsy was shocked. She was surprised. But his mouth on her pussy was pleasant, and she gripped his head and ran her fingers through his hair.
She wanted to laugh. The situation struck her as comical for some reason. But then the more he licked at her the more she liked it, and pretty soon her stifled giggles had turned to little gasps and hisses of pleasure. It might seem a bit silly having a guy old enough to be her father kissing her through her panties, but if it felt this nice, who was she to argue?
"Mr. Warren... ohhhh . ..!" she gasped.
He clawed at her tight little ass cheeks with his fingers and drew her forward onto his mouth. He planted his lips harshly against the flimsy fabric of her pants and sucked at her cuntlips. He could feel the tight little curls of her pussy hair weighed down by the wet from his mouth. And the ridges of her pussy crack stood out in relief now, so that when he moved his head back briefly he could see them clearly.
"What a cunt! What a sweet, gorgeous little cunt!" he gasped, He mashed his face back between her legs and licked and sucked at her crotch some more. His fingers dug deep into the tight flesh of her ass.
"Mr. Warren!" Patsy giggled nervously.
Her ears were ringing at the sound of the word cunt. It was the first time she'd ever heard an adult say it and somehow it sounded different, more shocking.
Weird little flashes of pleasure were shooting up from between her legs, and her knees bent and buckled. She lowered herself in a kind of half-squat, giving him more room to suck her. And her fingers clawed through his hair roughly. She held her skirt up over her golden belly with one hand. Her hips began to slide back and forth in a gentle humping motion.
"Sweet fucking cunt! So sweet! So sweet!" Warren growled, pulling his mouth off her again. He was gripping her hard suddenly, twisting her around so that her ass rested on the edge of the desk. Then he heaved her up, forced I er back on her elbows on the desk top. He raised her legs, split them wide apart, stared down at the soggy crotch of her panties.
Her crotch was as good as naked. Her sheer panties were plastered flat and wet against her cuntlips and he could see the split little mouth clearly. He seemed to stop and think for a second or two. Then he dipped his head again and began licking and sucking her all over again. The fact that her pussy was covered added to his excitement in a weird way. He just loved white lacy panties.
"Mr. Warren . . . oooooh . . .!" Patsy whimpered, writhing about on the top of the desk.
She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down between her hooked-up legs. It felt so strange and nice, having him lick her pussy like this.
His fingers ran up and down her brown thighs and he squeezed the firm, perfect girl-flesh. He lapped and slobbered at her crotch, sucking and kissing her cunt through her flimsy panty material. He wondered vaguely if he'd ever feel this good again. After sucking sweet teenaged cunt through flimsy panties, what was left? Would sex with his wife ever be the same again?
His head reared back suddenly and he was staring into her face over her rumpled blue skirt and crisp white blouse. His mouth and chin were wet and glistening and his hair was a mess. He was breathing heavily, like an old man. And there was a wild light in his eyes.
"I want to pull your panties down... okay. . . !" he gasped, his voice thick and desperate.
Patsy wondered why he was bothering to ask. But then she realized that this whole wild session might be more exciting for him if he knew she wanted it as much as he did. She glared down at him between her hooked-up legs and then glanced at the wet and soiled crotch of her panties. It was a serious question after all. Once her panties were removed, there was no telling what might happen.
"Yes . . . pull down my panties. I want you to," she purred. "I'll let you do what you want. Pull them down. Pull them off me. Your mouth feels so nice. It makes me feel so good. Pull down my panties... yes!"
CHAPTER TWO
Warren let her legs fold down. Then he hooked hi fingers under the panty strings at her hips and hauled down slowly. He was amazed at how sparse her cunthair was. It was a whispy light blonde, and curled in a little arc over the top of her pussyslit. The hair was damp and stuck to her skin in places and it matched the hair of her head perfectly.
Her cunt had begun to crack open. The thick outer lips had parted and sweet puffy pink skin was beginning to burst out. It was tightly bunched and shiny. And already he could make out the shape of the ragged little cunthole turned on its side. His mouth watered at the sight and he felt a heavy numbness in his balls.
He pulled her panties down off her crotch and she lifted her ass obligingly. But then when he had them only midway down her thighs he stopped, leaving them stretched there between her legs like a lacy white rope. He tucked his head under the taut pants and brought his face to within inches of her blooming cunt. Her legs were hooked up on either side of him.
"What a sweet, gorgeous little cunt," he breathed. "Sweet Christ, what a pretty sight."
"Is it nice? Do you like it?" she cooed, watching him anxiously, wondering what he planned to do next.
He dipped his head again, stuck out his tongue, and began poking the pink strips of girly-skin this way and that. Patsy moaned loudly. It felt so much different with her panties out of the way. The sweet sensations in her crotch were so much more powerful. She closed her eyes and her head roiled from side to side with lazy, motions.
He brought his hands up, planted his fingers on either side of her cunt. Then he pulled gently and her cunt split open and blossomed like a flower. All the wriggly pink skin folded out into the open in a ragged mouth. And the more he licked and kissed and sucked, the bigger, the wider the flaps of skin became.
"Mr. Warren . . . ooooh . . . it feels so nice . . ." she whimpered. She spread her legs wide apart and the rope other panties stretched to snapping point between them.
He nipped small folds of cunt skin between his lips and tugged on them, stretching them like hunks of elastic. Her cunt seemed to be swelling as he worked at it. And soon two thick folds of skin parted and he could see the pink button of her cut. He avoided it for the time being and licked her twat to the, left and right.
"Mr. Warren. . . oooooh. . . you're kissing my pussy! Ooooooh.. . you're sucking on my pussy!" she moaned. "You're sticking your tongue inside me!"
He was doing just that, poking his tongue deep between the lips of her pussy and circling it around and around and around. And weird sparks were flying up into her belly. There was a fluttering sensation way up into her chest, and even her nipples felt funny. She'd never felt this good in her whole life, and she wondered what it all meant. How could a man make her feel this good with just his mouth?
Warren made loud sucking sounds with his mouth and his nose snorted into the sparse patch of her blonde pussy hair. He was nibbling at her cunt skin again, drawing it up between his lips. And his fingers peeled her cuntlips wide apart. His tongue was probing, dodging this way and that. And he suddenly prodded the bud of her cut by accident.
She went wild. A quiver seemed to pass through her and she was heaving herself up off the desk, arching her back, shoving her cunt hard onto his sucking face. She began to whimper and moan loudly, and she humped herself up and down and from side to side. Her feet hooked on the edge of the desk and supported her.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she groaned, her head rolling from side to side. "So go ... so go ... so good!"
He stayed with her, his face locked on her spasming cunt. He kept his tongue pressed against her clit and didn't let go. Around and around she jerked, and up and down only her feet and her shoulderblades were touching the desk top. There was a deep arch in her back and her blue skirt grazed back and forth across his papers.
Her cries grew louder. For a while he was scared she, was going to scream. But then she began gurgling and gasping in a softer voice and the worst seemed to be over. Her belly humped up at him. She shimmied from side to side. But a bit at a time she grew calmer, and eventually she lowered her ass back down onto the desk. A thick oily goo poured down from her pussy and his face was greasy with it.
"Mr. Warren.... oh. God! Oh God!" she purred, wriggling about. "So good... so good.
He sucked and slobbered at her cunt, leaving her clit finally and nibbling at skin to he left and right. He mashed his face into her, not caring how oily he got. He loved the sweet fresh girly taste of her. He loved the feel of her soft sweet cunt against his mouth. He swirled his tongue around, slurping up her pussyjuices.
He didn't seem the slightest bit tired. And when she'd finally settled down onto the desk and was whimpering softly to herself, he grabbed a hold of her again, and rolled her over onto her belly. She was small and light and it was easy to manhandle her. He spread her legs, kneaded her pretty little asscheeks with his fingers. His greasy face leaned over her again.
He spread her asscheeks wide. And just above the gaping tufted slice of her cunt he could see the sweet puckered circle of her asshole. He stuck out his tongue again, and this time he was licking up and down the crack of her ass. He diddled his tongue about in the slime of her cunt, then slopped up to the ring of her asshole. He poked his tongue-tip about on the tiny circle as if he wanted to get inside.
"Mr. Warren.. . oooooh!" she moaned, twisting her head to stare back at him.
It felt so strange, to have him poking his tongue about on her like that. Even in her dazed state Patsy was a bit shocked.
He dug his fingers into the globes of her ass, amazed at how perfect the tight little mounds were. And he jammed his face deep between them, poking and licking at her asshole. He felt the numbness increase in his crotch. His balls were heavy and his cock, which had been hard so long, felt like it was over a foot long.
He snuffled and snorted between her ass cheeks for a few seconds more. He went back to her gaping soggy cunt and sucked there for a while. But then he let out a deep groan and he lifted his head up off her. Her stretched panties caught behind his neck and he lifted up more and snapped them roughly. Then he was standing up over her and fumbling with his clothes.
Patsy heard what he was doing. A wild thrill went through her. She twisted her head around, watched him unbuckle his belt and zip down his fly. He shoved down his shorts and her heart skipped a beat. A great thick log of cock swung out between his legs like the branch of a tree. It looked to be about nine inches long and as thick as her wrist.
"Mr. Warren.. . what are you going to do?" she whispered, her heart thudding. "What are you going to do with your.., thing?"
"It's my cock, baby. It's not my thing, it's my fucking cock. Say it! Tell me what it is!" His voice was harsh and tense, not at all like what it had been.
"Your cock. It's your cock," Patsy repeated shyly.
In spite of all that had happened in the last little while, she blushed to the roots of her platinum hair. She wasn't used to using dirty, four-letter words.
"That's it. That's what it is," he growled. "And I don't know what I'm going to do with it. There are so many choices.
He stood there with his cock in his hand, staring down at her upturned asshole and pretty cunt. And the sight of her made his balls ache. He looked like he was in a trance. And instead of shoving his prick into her he began poking her with it, just as he'd done earlier with his tongue. He nudged the cockhead against one asscheek, then the other. He steered his cock around lazily.
"Mr. Warren . . ." she began.
But she didn't really know what to say to him. It felt so weird, having him steer his cock about on her ass like that. Was he going to shove it into her or wasn't he?
"Such a sweet little ass and cunt. So fucking nice," he muttered.
And he rubbed his cockhead down the crack of her ass till it was poking against the rubbery lips of her cunt. But still he didn't ram it inside her.
He was pressing his cock down against her with his hand. And he humped in and out slowly, rubbing himself closer and closer to climax. He didn't once let his cockhead slip between the gaping lips of her pussy. It was as if he was teasing her on purpose, making her want his cock inside her then refusing to give it to her. She moaned and groaned below hint sprawled across his desk.
He let out a deep groan himself suddenly and reared back, stood upright over her. He gripped his cock tight and began jerking off furiously, pumping his cock as if his life depended on it.
His free hand clutched at her golden thigh and held her in place like a trapped creature. He mumbled and swore under his breath.
"Sweet cock-teasing little bitch. Horny young slut."
He ran his hand over the small of her back, shoved her rumpled skirt up under her shoulder blades along with her blouse. His fist was a blur of motion on his swollen cock.
Patsy, wondered what he was doing. Any second she'd expected the hot spike of his cock to force its way into her pussy, and it wasn't happening. He was pulling on his cock with his hand, pumping it. But he didn't seem to want to do any more. She wondered why. Was it because she was so young? Was that what put him off? Was he scared of getting her pregnant or something?
"Hot little bitch. Cock-teasing slut," he muttered, his face red and straining. "Gonna jerk off all over you. Gonna shoot cum all over your cute little cunt and ass! Gonna spurt! Gonna spun!"
Patsy waited patiently, still not quite understanding. And then she felt the wet heat of something splashing against her asscheek and she peered over her shoulder to look at him. His face was contorted into a weird snarl and he was staring down at her upturned crotch. He was growling and grunting his fist pumped steadily up and down on his thick cock.
"All over your sweet ass and cunt! Gonna shoot all over you!" he croaked. "Hot cunt! Hot cunt!"
The first jet of cum had shot out and splattered over her left ass check. Thick streams of silver goo poured down her thigh and over into the small of her back. Now more spunk spurted from his cock. tip, and he tilted this way and that with his fist, jerking off madly. His eyes had a wild light in them.
A jet of cum bounced off her right ass check and dithered down into the hollow of her back. Then he aimed his cock down more and several creamy jets in a row splattered into the crack of her ass, onto the puckered ring of her asshole and down over the gaping wet slice of her cunt. Thick silver strings of spunk drooled over 'her open pussylips and soiled her blonde pussy hair.
"All over your pretty cunt. All over your asshole," he grunted.
He shot out another steaming cum-jet onto her soggy cunt. A string of jizz hung from her pussy hair like wax.
Patsy couldn't believe what was happening. She waited there on the desk in stunned silence while jet after jet of hot cum splattered her ass and pussy. This was his stuff, his sperm, she realize dazedly. And he was spurting it all over her. Wasn't he supposed to shoot it inside her? Isn't that how it was supposed to work?
"Hot little cock-teaser! All over your cunt and ass!" he grunted. "Hot cum all over!"
Another jet sprang out onto her ass. And another. One streamed down onto her back in a thick stream. The other poured down the crack of her ass and joined all the globs of goo clinging to her asshole and cunthair. Cum was everywhere. Her pretty blonde pussy was drenched with it and there were thick streaks of it all over each asscheek.
He shot out one more jet, directly onto her open cunt. And then he was finished. His hand slowed down on the drooling cock and milked out the dregs. He held his prick up over her ass and let glob after glob of jizz drip onto her. He never took his eyes off her soiled cunt and ass the whole time.
"So nice. Such a nice cock-teasing little pussy," he murmured. A long thick strand of cum stretched from his cocktip and broke across her left ass cheek.
Patsy waited, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say. She felt so dirty, so soiled. She felt as though she'd sat in something warm and sticky. She was just glad her skirt and blouse were shoved up out of the way and her panties were removed. As it was she wondered how she'd ever clean herself up. She really felt filthy.
"You like that, little girl?" he growled at her. "You like having your cunt and ass covered in hot cum?"
"Yes," she murmured sheepishly. "I guess so."
She didn't know what else to say.
CHAPTER THREE
That evening, when Patsy showed up to baby-sit, Mr. Warren was nowhere to be seen. His wife was the one who greeted her and invited her to make herself at home. Patsy had the feeling he was lurking in the basement somewhere, ready to join his wife in the car whenever she was ready. He obviously was embarrassed to see her so soon after what had happened. And so he should be, thought Patsy.
She saw him briefly when they returned from their evening out. He paid her money and actually winked at her when his wife wasn't looking. But he didn't try to talk to her or discuss what he'd done to her that afternoon. He was probably scared she'd squeal on him.
Patsy spent several days thinking over what had happened between them, but she just grew more and more confused. Was she still a virgin or wasn't she? Could she consider herself a woman now, or was she still just an inexperienced little girl? He hadn't actually shoved his thing, his cock, into her after all. He'd just rubbed it on her and then shot his hot sticky cream all over her.
She was probably till a virgin, she decided. But something had changed, that was for sure. After what had happened she would never really be the same again. She'd felt her first cock, had it rubbed and smeared all over her. She'd had stuff, cum, shot all over her as well. That counted for something as far as experience went, didn't it?
And then there were all those new and exciting feelings she'd had. Her pussy had actually tingled when he'd kissed and licked it. And toward the end she'd felt so lovely. It was what people called cumming, she realized. She'd heard the girls at school talk about it. She'd cum. She'd had her first proper climax.
The more she dwelled on it, the more she wanted to ask questions. Her curiosity was aroused. But for the time being at least Mr. Warren seemed to be avoiding her, and there was no one else she could talk to. Her parents had always been very strict with her and asking them anything about sex was out of the question. She was really at a loss until the following weekend. That was when she had her date with John Hunt.
Not that John would be able to tell her much about sex either. He was only a year older than she was, and she had a feeling he was just as inexperienced. But at least he was male and he had all the male equipment. Maybe she could find out a thing or two if she asked the right questions.
Her parents had only just started letting her go out on dates and she'd only had three or four. Nothing much had happened and her parents insisted she be home by ten thirty. But Patsy had seen a couple of movies with a couple of different boys. John was the only one she'd seen more than once. He had parents just as strict as hers, and she thought this was part of the reason he'd asked her in the first place. He managed to borrow his father's car. How he swung that she had no idea. And instead of going to a movie or something they drove around town, both excited at the new experience. After it grew dark John parked the car in a secluded spot, and he actually got up the courage to kiss her. Patsy responded warmly, and she found herself wanting to touch him in places she'd never dreamed of touching anyone before.
"John, would you like to feel my titties?" she gasped after one particularly hot kiss.
The words were out before she could think what she was saying. She stared into his face in the half-light, her mouth half open.
"Patsy... oh would I!" he panted, leaning over her.
He let her grab his hand and lift it to her tit. He cupped the lush mound and squeezed it with his fingers.
She remembered the way her tits had tingled when Mr. Warren licked her pussy and somehow having John feel her tits seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She heaved her chest forward and let him squeeze first one tit then the other. Sparks of pleasure shot up through her nipples.
"Do you want to see them? Do you want to see my tits?" she whispered, glancing at him. "Here, open up my shirt. Open it up all the way."
With fumbling fingers she set about undoing the buttons down the front of her pale blue shirt. And he helped her as best he could till the two halves of the shirt peeled apart and he could see the lush bulges of her brown tits packed into a flimsy ice-blue bra. They tugged the shirt out from her tight jeans and opened it wide. Her flat brown belly heaved up and down with excitement.
"Patsy, you're stacked!" he gasped, his eyes widening at the sight of her lush young tit mounds straining to be free of the lacy bra. "I didn't know you had such great tits!"
"There's a lot you don't know, John," she breathed.
She reached to the base of her cleavage, unsnapped the bra, and let her fine young tits tumble free. She let the empty bra cups slip to one side.
He stared at her tits, not knowing what else to say. They were so full and lush and brown, and they were so perfectly shaped. They sat on her chest like two perfect pears, the lower swells slightly paler than the upper. A rid brown circle of skin sat on top of each one, and on top of these sat two thick, rubbery nipples that jutted up into the air over half an inch.
"Do you like them? Do you think they're pretty?" she cooed, obviously pleased at the reaction she was getting. "Are they nice titties?"
He groaned and brought his hands up to cup both springy tits. They were so solid and firm under his fingers. The skin was smooth and brown and beautiful. The circles of flesh surrounding her nipples were full and puffy. The nipples themselves were growing longer and stiffer as he watched. He pressed each one with his thumb and fucked them from side to side.
"Your nipples are so fucking long and hard!" he gasped. "And your tits, how'd you get your tits so big and firm?"
She giggled. "I didn't do anything. They just grew that way. Over the last few months they've really swelled out."
He squeezed the tits in his hands and rolled them around and around on her chest. She lay back in her seat and let him do as he liked. It felt so nice to have him feel her this way, without clothes in the way. It made her feel more daring and adult. She watched his face, saw the strange look of longing in his eyes. Her heart thumped softly in her chest.
"Would you like to suck them?" she purred. "You can suck them if you like. I'll let you. Go ahead. Suck my titties. Take the nipples in your mouth and suck them."
He glanced into her face quickly and groaned again. And then he was quickly dipping his head toward her tit. He sank his mouth down over one swollen nipple and began to suck it hungrily. He circled his tongue around, and around it and tugged it up off its puffy circle with his lips. . His mouth made wet slurping sounds on her.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" she moaned. "Suck them like that! Suck my stiff nipples!"
She sank lowering her seat and heaved up her tits. Her hand came up behind his head and her fingers began curling through his hair. She could feel his lips and his tongue teasing her nipple and occasionally his teeth nipped at it. She felt as though her tit would burst with pleasure any second.
But then he was spitting her nipple out and licking and kissing his way down the side of her tit and up the globe of the other one. His tongue circled around and around her second nipple, wetting the puffy ring that surrounded it. Then he was sucking in the second thick stub, drawing it up high between his lips. Her freed nipple jutted up nearly an inch into the air, like a glazed cherry.
"Oh God. ..oh God. . .!" she groaned. "It feels so nice. It feels so nice to have you sucking my tits!"
Her eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip. She was squirming and wriggling in her seat now, and unless she was very much mistaken she was creaming her panties. Tell-tale beads of moisture were seeping down from between her pussy lips. She could feel them soiling her lacy panties.
"John.... open my jeans... pull them down ... she grunted suddenly. "You can see my pussy if you like. I'll let you do anything you want. .
John was in heaven sucking her nipple, but at this he raised his head and stared at her hungrily. She was as good as naked from the waist up for him. This was far more than he had expected. Now she was telling him he could undress her further if he wanted to. He could see her cunt. It was almost too good to be true.
He glanced at her naked wet tits and felt a solid twinge in his crotch.
His fingers fumbled with the stud of her tight jeans. And as soon as he had it undone her fly unzipped itself with a loud buzz. She raised her ass for him and he struggled to haul her pants off her slender young hips. He gazed down at her crotch as the triangle of her ice blue panties came into view. Her flat brown belly was pulsing softly.
"And my panties too. You can pull them down too if you want," she offered.
Patsy kept her ass raised off the scat as he clawed at the flimsy garment. Then she settled back down again once he had her jeans and panties down around her thighs.
"Patsy . . . you're so beautiful . . . you're so sexy..." John groaned.
He was staring down at the whispy blonde hair of her cunt. Her pussylips had begun to split a little, he noticed, and he could see a slice of bright pink skin inside.
"Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?" she cooed. "Are you getting excited? Is your cock getting hard?"
He didn't answer. He was tugging on her jeans and panties, hauling them down till they were tangled about her knees. She could split her thighs wide for him now and her cunt opened, showing him more and more bright pink pussy tissue. He groaned and ran his fingers though the fluffy little triangle of her pussy hair. He planted his fingers on her cuntlips and pried them apart.
"John I want to see your cock. Let me take it out, please. I want to see how hard it is. I want to play with it."
Patsy was reaching down her hands onto his crotch. Her long fingers traced over the bulge there. She wriggled and squirmed in her seat as she felt him He couldn't take his eyes off her cunt. He was fascinated by it. But he managed to wriggle around so that she could get at his crotch more easily. While he studied the complicated folds of her cuntflesh, her fingers fumbled with his jeans, opening them up. He felt her hand snaking into his shorts and he gasped out loud as her long slender fingers curled around the solid bulk of his growing prick.
"It's getting so hard! I feel it! Your cock's getting bigger and stiffer all the time!" she marveled, as if it was a big surprise. "Oh John, let me see it! Let me see!"
She hauled out the elastic front of his shorts with one hand and pulled out his cock with the other. It was a solid seven inches of prickmeat and it jutted up like a pole of polished wood. Her eyes widened and she smiled slightly. She let his shorts slip down under the bulging sac of his balls and tugged the cock toward her.
"It's so beautiful? Your cock is gorgeous!" she praised. She loved the feel of it in her hand, and the way the outer sheath of skin slid so easily over the solid trunk of it.
He glanced into her face quickly, then at her hand curled lovingly round his still growing cock. Then he stared back down at her gaping cunt, not quite believing that this was happening. He'd never expected Patsy to be this eager about sex. She hadn't been before. What had happened to her? What had changed her so suddenly?
He dipped a finger into the sweet honey pot of her cunt, then added another. He wriggled them round, explored the squishy wet folds of her girly cunt. If he peeled back the outer lips of her pussy far enough, he could see the pink button of her cunt between its sheaths of skin.
"Is this the right way to jack you off?" she wondered, squeezing his cock and shucking her hand gently up and down. "Am I hurting you? Am I doing it right?"
"Mnun. . .that's it. . . you're doing it just right ... he croaked.
John shifted a little more in his seat, turning to face her more fully. Her hand was making soft flapping sounds on his prick.
"It's still growing! It's getting harder and harder and harder!" she hissed. "It must be eight inches long!"
Up and down her fist pumped, slowly, so that she could study the cock as it swelled. After each successive tug the foreskin was peeled back further and further off the purple cockhead. Eventually it rolled off the dome completely and folded up in a tight little ring below the cockflange. She stopped pumping for a while when this happened and stared at the naked cockhead.
"So beautiful! So lovely!"' she cooed. "I had no idea cocks could be so nice!"
And she began jerking him off again, her fist pumping with a steady rhythm. She began to whimper softly under her breath. John's fingers in her cunt were so nice and she was creaming up for him like crazy. She wondered what it would feel like to have a cock like this bucking back and forth inside her. She wondered if it would hurt. She didn't care if it did. She wanted to fuck very badly.
"God, Patsy, this is so great.., your hand on my cock is so. . . mmmmm. . ." he groaned.
He slipped a third finger into her greasy pussy and began wriggling it around with the rest. His hand was slimy with the juices pouring out of her.
"Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to shove your lovely cock inside me?" she cooed, her voice a little shaky with her breathing. "I'll let you if you want to. Pd like it."
"You sure? You want me to. . . fuck you?" he breathed.
He raised his head and stared into her face. Then he glanced down at his swollen cock captured in her pumping fist.
"Yes! I really want it! I want you to shove your cock into me!" she gasped.
She shucked her fist up and down on his cock faster and faster. She wanted it to be as big and hard as possible when he crammed it up her pussy.
John didn't move. He simply let his fingers shift inside her cunt and stared at the reddened spike of his prick as it flexed in her fist. There was a strange numbness creeping over him and he felt if he moved he'd break some kind of spell. There were tremblings and twitching in his balls. He knew he should warn her, but he couldn't say anything.
"It's so big! It's so hard!" she gasped, never once missing a beat with her slender fingers. 'His foreskin made wet snapping sounds as it slipped back and forth. His balls felt heavy. They felt like lumps of lead in his crotch. He was going to cum any second and there was nothing he could do about it. It was no use warning her now. He couldn't stop it. Her hand on his cock was light and gentle and loving. He couldn't have told her to stop to save his life. He stared down helplessly at her hand, knowing what had to happen.
And suddenly he groaned out loud and pulled his fingers from her gaping wet cunt. He made a gesture toward his cock with his hand, as if he wanted to grab it from her. But then he let his hand hang to one side while he jerked his hips forward. He began to piston his crotch in and out and his prick slid through the cradle of her fingers.
She glanced at him quickly, wondering what was wrong. Her eyes rolled from his cock to his face and back again. She was about to open her mouth to say something, to ask him if she was huffing him or something. Then his cock trembled in her hand and she stared at his winking cockhead. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
His cock twitched again in her fist, It seemed to recoil. And suddenly a jet of cum nearly three feet long shot out from the winking cock tip. She watched the jet rise up into the air, saw it hang suspended for a second. Then she felt and heard it splatter across her naked body from her navel to her shoulder in a white glittering line.
"Cunning! Shooting hot cum all over you!" he groaned as he glared down helplessly at his twitching prick.
The first cum-jet formed a large figure S on Patsy's body. It started at her left shoulder, curled around her left tit, then swerved in the opposite direction over her rib cage and belly till it looped over her navel The spunk glittered on her brown skin like trail of silver paint.
Now another jet spurted free, and this one went skittering up her belly and between her tits like a rope shot from a harpoon. It was just as long as the first jet, but thicker. It splattered her belly and rib cage in an inch-wide stripe and looped over her right tit like a broken string of pearls. Part of it caught in her hair and hung there weirdly.
"Can't help it! Fuck, can't help it!" he groaned, as if he wanted to apologize. His hips pistoned back and forth crazily.
But Patsy couldn't take her hand off his spurting cock, even though she was getting drenched in cum. She tugged on it like a lifeline, pumped it wildly. And she couldn't take her eyes off it as it shot off glob after glob of steaming. ball-juice. The whole weird process fascinated her.
Another jet of cum sprang free, twirling in the air like a silver ribbon. It fell clattering across both her tits, looping from one stiff nipple to the other in a sticky elastic rope. Her nipples were swollen to nearly inch-long stubs, and the spunk hung off them like a lacy piece of underwear. Then the fizz tumbled and fell down her tit globes and onto her belly. It poured down toward her crotch.
"So much cum! So much!" Patsy marveled. She yanked and tugged on his cock, her fingers webbed together with oozing slime. She wondered how much more there was to shoot. A ribbon of cum shot off across her left tit then bounced up to splash her under her chin. She felt the warm jet coat her throat and then drool down onto the hollow of her neck. Then she saw the stream of white pour down between her tits like milk. It ran down the center of her belly and slopped into her navel. The first streams of cum had reached as far as her pussy hair.
"Oh fuck!" he croaked, twitching his cock forward. And one more thick jet of cum shot clear, this one too splattering across her tits like silver paint.
Cum dripped from her nipples like milk. It poured down the globes of her tits from her neck and shoulders. It drooled down her belly and further. She was streaked with it, shiny and-slick with it. It looked as though someone had been daubing heavy globs of white paint across her belly and tits with a brush. She was awash with spunk.
Yet she still pumped his cock. And the dregs of his cum poured out over her hand and landed in splattering circles on her thigh. She didn't slow down her hand movements till she was sure he had quit spurting. And even then she pumped him steadily, making sure she milked out the last of it.
"Oh fuck, Patsy, I'm so sorry," he groaned. "I couldn't help it. Your hand.., you were jerking me off so good."
His hips had stopped pumping and he heaved to one side now, sank deep into his seat. He felt drained, as if the life had been pumped out of him. He stared guiltily at Patsy's splattered body and couldn't look her in the eye. He couldn't believe he'd cum so hard or shot so much. She'd really given him the best hand-job he'd ever had.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I couldn't help it."
Patsy sighed. Why did he have to apologize? He hadn't fucked her, which was true. Her pussy was still wet and unsatisfied and she was still a virgin, unless having his fingers up her cunt counted. But in a way this had been more interesting and exciting. She had seen the power of a male spurting cum up close. She would know what to expect in the future.
CHAPTER FOUR
If she was ever going to get fucked properly, Patsy decided, it would be with an older man. Boys like John were okay, they were nice and everything. But they probably didn't have the experience and the self-control that middle-aged men did. And for the time being she needed someone to show her what to do. She was learning a lot about cocks, but she still had a lot more to learn, she realized.
Unfortunately, Mr. Warren seemed to have disappeared for the moment. She wondered if he were out of town on business or simply avoiding her. If her parents or his wife ever found out what had happened between them there would be hell to pay, and he was probably just laying low. Still, it was hard for Patsy to know who to turn to in the meantime.
Two days after she'd whacked off John she was babysitting for the Kendalls. Mr. Kendall wasn't very attractive. He was fortyish and balding. But when he burst back into the house just half an hour after he and his wife had left for a night out, Patsy began to get ideas. He said he'd forgotten something but she wondered if he really had. He'd been looking at her with special interest the past few weeks, she'd noticed.
She was watching TV, bored and restless, but now as he went off to the bedroom in search of whatever it was he'd forgotten she stood up and paced back and forth nervously. After a few seconds thought she found herself following him. She didn't know what she wanted to do or say, but she couldn't stop herself. She stopped in the doorway of the bedroom and watched him as he rummaged through several drawers, cursing to himself.
"What is it you've forgotten?" she said, leaning on the doorjamb. "Can I help you look for it?"
"It's nothing important. Just something my wife wants.. ." he said. He turned to look at her and stopped what he was doing.
Patsy had begun to wear a little make-up whenever she could, when there was little chance of her mother seeing it. Tonight her eyes had a bluish tinge around the lids and her mouth was wet and shiny with some red gloss. Not only that, but she'd also stopped wearing her bra whenever possible. And now her big tits swelled out the front of her tight T-shirt like ripe melons.
Kendall seemed to see her for the first timer His eyes dropped from her sweet young face to the swelling mounds of her tits and he saw her nipples jutting up inside the cotton material. The shirt wasn't quite tucked into her jeans and he could also see a slice of flat golden belly.
"I'm very good at finding things," she smiled, coming over to stand beside him at the chest of drawers. "Just tell me what it is and I'll find it for you."
She stood close to him, her squiggly blonde hair grazing his shoulder. Then she bent over slightly to gaze into the drawer. Her big tits swayed forward in her T-shirt and he watched them, his eyes wide. He stared at her as if he was in a trance. He had obviously forgotten all about what he'd come back for.
"How'd you ever get tits this big, a girl your age?" he asked suddenly.
And he hooked a finger into the top of her T-shirt and pulled it out so that he could see deep into her cleavage. The smooth melons of her tits sat side by side there like rounded playthings.
Patsy blushed and giggled. She stood right where she was and let him gaze longingly into her shirt. And she didn't object as he peeled the fight T-shirt down till it was stretched under both tits and they heaved out in distorted shapes. She watched his hands come up to cup both huge jugs lovingly.
"Christ, these must be thirty-sevens or thirty-eights," he hissed. "And you're such a slender little thing, with your tight little ass and all. . ." He squeezed her tits, mauling them with his fingers.
Patsy closed her eyes and stood there quite passively, letting him do as he liked. Would this be it, she wondered? Would this be the time she finally got fucked? Would she now find out at last what it was like, to have a huge cock bucking back and forth in her cunt?
"Jesus, girlie, you're quite a handful, aren't you?" he gasped, mangling her tits some more. "Why don't we take this off and get more comfortable?"
He reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and before she could say anything he had hauled it up and off over her head. Her tits bobbed free, all brown and springy. The nipples were growing longer and longer by the second. He tossed the shirt to the other side of the room and gripped her by the shoulders. Then he sat her down gently on the edge of the bed 'and stared at her half-naked body.
"You ever sucked cock, baby?" he asked her. "You ever blown a big hard prick?"
He was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly as he stood there in front of her. Then he shoved down his pants and shorts quickly and stepped from them, his big soft cock flopping around in his crotch like a limp fish. He tossed his jacket over a chair and peeled off his shirt quickly. He heaved his hips in and out and his prick bounced back and forth loosely.
"You mean.., put it in my mouth?" she asked sweetly. "You mean take your thing, your cock into my mouth to suck?"
"Fucking right, baby. That's exactly what I mean. You ever done that? You ever sucked off your favorite boyfriend?"
Patsy blushed. How could she explain that she didn't even have a real boyfriend? And that up until a few days before she'd never even seen a cock. She didn't want to appear childish and silly and so she said nothing. She simply stared at the limp shaft of his cock and wondered if he was serious. Did he really want her to put it into her mouth? Would that get him excited and in the mood to fuck her?
"Here's your big chance, baby," he went on. "Go ahead, don't be shy. Use your mouth on my cock and wrap those sweet wet lips around it."
She was caught off guard and she really hadn't expected this. What was she supposed to do Exactly? Her hand came up below his cockhead and she raised it toward her face. She was surprised at the weight of the cock was only about five inches long but it felt as though it might weigh several pounds. The purple head was the size of a golf ball.
"You want me to kiss it?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent. The sight of her gazing up at him made his balls ache.
"That would be a good start, yes. Go ahead.. Kiss it. And use your tongue on it. Lick it."
She turned her eyes back down to the softly pulsing cock, then dipped her face down. Her lips pursed into a soft wet oval, and she planted a gentle kiss on the purple cockhead. There was no foreskin to cover the gleaming dome, she noticed. His cockhead shone out at her wetly. Her tongue flicked from side to side on the underside of the cock. And she rolled her eyes up to his face to see if she was doing it right.
"Nice, baby, nice," he whispered. "Now take the whole cockhead into your mouth. Suck on it. Taste it."
Slowly, Patsy eased her mouth forward. And her full soft lips folded over the purple dome of his cockhead. She felt it drive forward onto her tongue and then it sat there, throbbing. She moved her lips shyly and fried not to hurt him with her teeth. Her tongue curled this way and that on the swelling head and she began a gentle sucking motion.
"Yeah. Oh yeah," he soothed. "That's nice. That's real nice. Suck it like that. And take pome of the cock shaft into your mouth too. Suck it deeper."
Her lips folded down further on his cock, below the flange of the head. And to her amazement she felt the shaft swelling, thickening in her mouth. He was getting excited at what she was doing. His cock was getting stiffer and harder. The cockhead bumped against the roof of her mouth and slotted down toward her throat. Her cheeks swelled out and her nostrils flared as she snorted in air.
"How does it feel? You like having a cock in your mouth?" he grunted. He heaved his hips forward and another inch of swelling cockmeat slipped between her lips.
"Mmmmmmfffff!" Patsy gasped, rolling her eyes up to his face again.
It felt strange to have a cock in her mouth. But at the same time it was exciting, especially since she was making it grow so fast.
Her fist was wrapped around the base of the cock and she could feel it growing harder and thicker in her fingers. Her lips were stretched further and further apart around the bulk of the shaft. She curled her tongue around as best she could, but suddenly her mouth was so full of cock there wasn't much room to work. Her cheeks hollowed and ballooned.
His prick was now about eight inches long and it was still growing. It was as thick as her wrist and two great pulsing blue veins wriggled up its sides. She could feel every bump and vein and contour with her lips. She wondered how much more of it she would be able to swallow.
"Climb up on the bed," he said suddenly. "Lay down on your back. I want to fuck your face real good. I want to drive my fucking cockhead all the way down your throat!"
Patsy stared up at Mr. Kendall, her mouth still wrapped around his prick. She made no sign that she'd understood him and so he stepped back, slopped his cock from her dripping mouth. He grabbed her by the shoulders, flung her onto her back on the big springy bed. She bounced up and down on it, her tits wobbling. Then he was climbing onto the bed with her.
"What do you say I fuck your tits first? Huh? Would you like that?" he growled. "That will give you time to rest up for when I fuck your face. What do you say? You agreeable to that?"
"I . . . I guess so," she murmured.
She didn't know how else to respond. She didn't want him to think her old-fashioned or something. But when was he going to fuck her? He hadn't even tried to pull off her jeans-yet. .
He was climbing on top of her, straddling her with his two muscular thighs. He grabbed a pillow, stuffed it under her head so that her face was angled up and she could see all that he did. Then he sat down on her rib cage and slotted his thickened cock into the deep groove of her cleavage. He planted his hands on either side of her tits and pressed them together, forming a snug tunnel for his cock.
"Ever had your tits fucked?" he gasped.
He began plowing his cock back and forth between her tits, squeezing them and teasing the nipples with his thumbs the whole time.
Patsy shook her head. No, but she had a guy shoot cum all over them. Did that count? She tilted her face down and watched his cockhead appear and disappear between her mashed together tits. Men certainly did get off on some crazy things, she thought. Whatever happened to the old idea of a man on top of a woman quietly, fucking between the sheets?
"Fuck, you've got a nice set. And the nipples are so hard and long," he gasped.
He tweaked the stiff stubs for emphasis and drove his cock harder and harder through the trough of her tits. His finger marks were all over her lush globes.
His cock was still growing. It was now a ten-inch-long log of meat and as he slid it back and forth the purple head forced itself closer and closer to her pretty face. He even bumped her under her, chin once or twice. Smudges of precum juice smeared off onto her clear skin.
"Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. Take the cockhead between your lips," he instructed, lunging his prick higher and higher.
Patsy did as she was told and suddenly the purple dome of his cock was slotting into the soft oval of her mouth etch time he drove forward. She began to make loud wet sucking sounds on the cockhead. Her tongue supported the lunging cock underneath. She stared at his hairy belly as it heaved in and out. She was caught up in the weird coupling, in spite of herself.
She wondered how many more strange ways to fuck there were. Surely there couldn't be many more. Next time she got into a sexy situation, surely it would be straight fucking, with the guy on top. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself. But he did feel a bit strange, a bit dirty. Why was that? she wondered.
"Here, lick my balls. Use your tongue on them. Lick 'em up good," he grunted suddenly.
And much to her surprise he let go her tits, pulled his cock up and away, and heaved himself up and over her face so that the big hairy sac of his balls hung inches above her mouth.
He lowered himself slowly, and Patsy had no choice but to gape wide her lips and let the dangling sac plop onto her mouth. She flicked her tongue from side to side shyly, licking him as instructed. His balls were huge and swollen and as she scraped her tongue over one and then the other, they shifted position, rose and fell in their hairy pouch.
"That's the girl! Lick my balls! Lick 'cm good! Take 'em in your mouth one at a time and suck on 'em!" He shifted slightly to one side, and one swollen ball dropped into her mouth. Her lips closed around it. She tickled it with her tongue. And when he heaved upwards she held on to it while the skin of the sac stretched like elastic.
The ball snapped free of her lips and he swung the other one over and down. She took this one into her mouth and repeated the sucking she'd given the first, bathing it in the warm wetness of her mouth and making it sizzle. She gazed up through half-closed eyes and saw the monstrous length of his cock looming over her.
"Say, that's good, baby. You really know how to suck a guy's balls. Yeah. Oh yeah." He let her lick and suck his nuts for another thirty seconds before pulling them free of her mouth.
Then he was hauling himself even higher over her, and suddenly Patsy felt the weird sensation of his balls being scraped back and forth across her face. He dragged them up over her nose, between her eyes and along her forehead. Then he let them tumble and roll down over her left eye and onto her cheekbone. He hauled them across her mouth, and up her other cheek. He circled them around and around over every inch of her face.
Men sure could be weird, she thought, closing her eyes tight as he dragged his nuts across them. There was just no telling what would excite them. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, licked his ball sac as it was pulled across her mouth. She wondered what weird and kinky thing he would want to do next.
"Ever used your tongue on a guy's asshole, little girl?" he grunted suddenly. And Patsy had her answer.
He squatted low over her face, split his thighs wide. His balls had come to rest over her pretty turned-up nose. He was waiting for her, ob-viously. He was waiting for her to use her tongue on his ass. Would she do it? Or was she going to draw the line here and tell him she was going to go no further? Her heart pounded crazily in her chest.
Slowly, she stuck out her tongue. And she curled it up between the cheeks of his ass and began licking.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Atta girl! Lick me just like that!" he grunted. Her sweet little tongue circled around the ring of his asshole and pressed against the small opening. "You're a wild one, I'll say that for you. Is there nothing you won't do?"
Patsy's heart pounded. She really was beginning to wonder the same thing herself. She curled her tongue ground and around, licked him just the way he wanted. And she knew she'd passed some kind of barrier. She was really ex-ploring new and kinky things. She felt a surge of pride suddenly, as if she'd passed a test.
"What a hot little bitch you are. What a horny little slut!"
He pulled on his giant cock as it jutted out over her.
Then he was moving down again, dragging his balls the length of her face. His cock followed, bumping down over her forehead and nose like the branch of a tree. He gripped the prick tight in his fist, forced it down at an angle, and began rubbing it into her face as harshly as he could. He smeared the cockhead up one cheek and down the other. He scraped it roughly across her mouth.
"Mr. Kendall . . . mmmfff . . . " she gasped, wondering just what he was trying to do. She had to clench her eyes shut suddenly as he steered his hard cock across them. Then he was rubbing the cockhead over her nose.
"Such a sweet and innocent little face," he growled. "And yet you're such a fucking cockteaser, and you got tits on you like a porno star! Fuck, you're something little girl. You really are."
Patsy waited patiently, letting him rub his ten-inch-long cock into her face. He was getting some weird thrill out of using her this way, she realized, And there was no use trying to resist him. All she could do was lie there and let him do as he liked. Sooner or later he'd have to go on to something else. Maybe he would even fuck her!
"Do you like this, baby? Do you like having me rub my cock into, your sweet young face?" he panted.
Around and around he steered his prick. Precum juice leaked out the piss-slit and streaked her face with shiny cleax lines.
"I guess so . . . minnifff . . . "she croaked. "It's so . . . mxnmfff . . . weird!"
He poked his cock into her eye, traced the bloated head along both her eyebrows. Then he scraped it down her cheek and forced it into her mouth quickly. Right away she began sucking, thinking he'd finished with all the kinky stuff once and for all. But almost at once he pulled his cock, from her mouth again and began smudging it along her chin.
"Such a sweet and pretty face," he groaned. "But you love cock so much don't you? Don't you, bitch?"
"Mmmmfff.. . yes! Ohhh God, yes!" she moaned, licking the head of his cock each time it flashed by her mouth. "I love cock mmmmffff... ohbhhih!"
He swung his hard-on from side to side, like a pendulum. And he slapped her face gently with it, making popping sounds on her cheeks because her mouth was more than half open. His prick was an ugly red column of stiff cockmeat and now it looked as though it was about to explode at any second. He smacked her again and again with it on both cheeks.
"Lick it, baby. Lick my big hard cock!" he instructed. "You fucking love it, I know you do. Lick it, cock-sucker."
Each time his prick swung across her mouth, Patsy flashed out her tongue, scraped it over the ugly red cockpole. But soon he was on the move yet again, this time easing himself back over her belly so that he could poke his cock all over her wobbling tits. He prodded her stiff nipples with the cockhead, bent them this way and that. He smudged great gobs of pre-cum juice off onto the lovely tit-mounds.
Patsy watched him through half-closed eyes, wondering what it was about her that caused a man to do such strange and dirty things to her. It was partly because she had such a great body, she realized. He obviously loved her big joggl-
ing tits. But there was something else besides. She suspected it had something to do with how young and innocent she looked. It was as if he wanted to spoil her in some way.
He was prodding her tits harder and harder, and a wild look had come into his face. He smeared his cock everywhere on her jugs and nipples, left her gleaming with pre-cum juice. Then he slotted his prick into her cleavage again, jammed her tits together over the top. He started fucking her tits all over again, driving his cock through her cleavage with, wild motions.
Patsy was jerked back and forth on the bed.
She was trapped and helpless underneath him. Her tits felt raw from the friction of all the cock rubbing. Her poor nipples, jutting up three quarters of an inch into the air, felt as though they were about to burst. She stared up at him and tried not to panic. This was only sex, after all, she reminded herself. He wasn't going to hurt her.
"Tit-fuck! Tit-fuck!" he growled. "How do you like having your tits fucked, slut?"
Patsy didn't know what to say. She was beginning to wonder where all this would end. She'd never been called such dirty names before and it made her feel a little funny. She wasn't disgusted exactly and that was what bothered her. A strange thrill went through her each time he called her slut or cock-sucker. Why would that be? She couldn't explain it.
He quit fucking her tits suddenly and let his cock spring up like a snake. Then he was crawling around her on the bed, stuffing an extra pillow under her shoulders so that her head was tilted way back. He poked his cock about on her lips, then shoved his prickhead and several inches of meat deep into her mouth.
Patsy gasped and found herself glaring up at the dangling hairy sac of his balls. He moved forward, shoved his cock deeper into her face. And she was forced to close her eyes as the ball sac dangled closer and closer. The head of his cock scraped over her tongue and plunged deep into her throat. For one weird second she thought she was going to gag.
"Mmmmm!" she gulped, her lips stretched around the invading cock. Her face was upside down between his legs. She felt his balls scrape over her forehead.
"Relax, baby. I'm gonna fuck your face. I'm gonna cram my cock deep down your gullet.
Breathe through your nose." He paused, then eased forward. Another couple of inches of cockmeat slid down Patsy's throat.
She could feel the cockhead deep inside her. It seemed to be boring down as deep as her chest. And it was going farther all the time. He was pressing forward. His balls rode even higher on her upturned face, She snorted loudly into his crotch through flared nostrils. She could hear herself.
"Gonna fuck your face. Gonna fuck your sweet little cock-teaser face," he mumbled, as if he was talking to himself.
And suddenly he was driving in and out, lunging his thick cock through the soft wet oval of her lips. His hands gripped her head and held her in place.
Patsy had never felt so strange. Though half-closed eyes she squinted up into the crook of his thighs and she could see his twitching balls and the pistoning column of his cock. He seemed to be burying two thirds of his monster cock in her gullet at a time, and she could scarcely believe it. Each vein and bump of his prick rippled under her lips as he plunged in and out.
"Face-fuck! Face-fuck!" he grunted, speeding up his motions. "Take every hard inch of cock, bitch! Take all my thick stiff cock in-to your cock-sucking throat!"
In and out he lunged, till he was really fucking her face quite rapidly. And suddenly his hands left her head and reached down to cup and squeeze her tits. His cock slid in and out of her mouth easily. I looked like a greased piston each time it was pulled out into the open. Patsy's lips folded back and forth on it tightly.
"Mmmmmm!" she groaned, wondering whether she'd come through all this without choking. His cock was so big!
"So deep! So fucking deep!" he croaked, his ass pumping up and down crazily.
Patsy lost track of how long he fucked her this way. It could have been two minutes or two hours, she wasn't sure. But the next thing she was aware of was a slight flexing in the base of his cock. She could feel it distinctly as it plowed through the sweet oval of her lips. She had a pretty good idea by now of what that meant and the notion scared her.
He was going to cum. He was going to cum real soon. And she wondered what she was supposed to do. Would he shoot in her mouth? Would he pump all his hot jizz down her throat? Or would he pull out first? If he came in her mouth, would she be able to handle it, or would she choke, drown in a torrent of hot spunk? Suddenly she realized he was talking to her.
"I'm gonna shoot in your mouth, baby. Will you like that? You want a mouthful of steaming hot cum? You want to taste it? You want to taste my steaming hot cum as it shoots down that sweet teenage throat of yours?"
He paused in his fucking of her face and shifted around again, cork-screwing his prick between her lips till he was squatting on her rib cage again. Then he began fucking her once more, bulling his prick in and out of her mouth as if his life depended omit. Her pretty red lips quivered around the ugly red prick.
"You want it, bitch? You want a mouthful of hot spunk?" he growled as he fucked her some more.
Patsy's big innocent blue eyes roiled up to his face. Her head nodded on the pillow with the force of his thrusts. Only the cockhead and four inches of prickshaft were in her mouth now but it felt like much more. He stopped moving now and jerked off the base of his cock with his fist. His strokes were strong and steady. Her cheeks swelled and then hollowed lewdly.
"I'm gonna jerk off in your mouth, slut. Gonna pump out all my hot jizz in to that sweet sucking mouth of yours," he grunted. "I hope you're ready for a lot, babe. I shoot fucking gallons. I hope you're good at swallowing. I'm gonna feed you enough cockcream to last you a year."
Patsy glared up at him, on the verge of panic. He really was going to do it. He was going to spurt in her mouth. What was she supposed to do? How would she handle it all? Was she really supposed to swallow his sperm? Did he expect her to do that? What if he. . .
Her thoughts were cut off by a giant flexing of his cock. And suddenly there was a wet gushing sensation in her mouth and she felt as though she was sucking on a fire-hose. Hot greasy spunk was bursting from his cockhead, filling her mouth, clogging it. Her tongue felt weighed down, buried under a thick steaming mass of cum. Her eyes rolled up to his face in panic.
Patsy was swallowing, she couldn't help it. It was a reflex action. Without even thinking, she was gulping down the monstrous wad of cum-paste, sucking it down her gullet to her belly. It felt like raw eggs going down. It slithered down in a long sticky string. But she had no time to think about it. Everything was happening so fast.
"Ggglllggg!" she gurgled, keeping her big blue eyes locked on his face.
He had backed off and now only the cockhead and an inch of cockmeat rested on her tongue. His fist, flew up arid down crazily as he jerked off and his face took on a tense, strained look. He stared down at her with fascination, watching as first one then a second string of silver cum drooled from the corner of her mouth.
A second jet of cum blasted free of his cock. It hit the roof of her mouth and shot in between her checks and gums. It swilled about over her tongue and drained into the back of her throat. Her mouth was full again in an instant and her cheeks ballooned out lewdly. More spunk overflowed the corners of her mouth in silver streams.
"Eat it, bitch! Eat my hot cum!" he raved, jerking off furiously.
He kept his cockhead lodged firmly just between her lips. Ripples seemed to run up the length of his prick as it emptied itself into her mouth.
Patsy swallowed again trying desperately to keep her mouth clear for what she knew waste come. The jizz was hot and waxy. It was thick and tough to gulp down. But she did her best and her throat bobbed up and down as she worked. She knew she was spilling some. She could feel the warm wet spunk pouring don her chin. But she managed to suck down great thick wads of it.
His cock twitched again and this time the fresh cum spurted free before she'd quite swallowed what was already there. She coughed. She gagged. She couldn't help it. And now instead of just gulping down spunk she was sucking it up into her nose. She could feel it burning and sizzling into her head.
Until suddenly silver bubbles of cum were forming at her nostrils. They were expanding, popping, drooling from her nose lewdly. Her top lip was suddenly a mess of streaming white goo. And all this joined with the cum still pouring from her lips. Patsy felt that she would choke if this didn't end soon. What a way to go, she thought. To choke, to drown in steaming hot cum.
He pulled back even more, till his cockhead was almost clear of her mouth altogether. He rested his prick against her bottom lip as her mouth sagged open. He fired off one, two, three thick silver jets of spunk into her mouth but just as much white cream seemed to be pouring out. She was gasping, fighting for breath. She couldn't swallow anymore for the time being.
But still the aim poured from his cockhead. It spurted out onto her teeth, or slipped back over her tongue. While thick creamy wads of it slithered and slopped from her lips messily. One jet jumped up her cheek, looped over the bridge of her nose, then dripped back down her other cheek like a thick pearly tear.
Patsy was amazed at how much spunk he had. It seemed like he hadn't cum for a month. She snorted in gusts, of air, cleared her gullet, then began swallowing all over again. Wad after was of sticky jizz slithered down to her belly. She felt bloated, as if she'd been force-fed several milk shakes. She'd never felt so full.
"Swallow it all down slut! Suck down all my hot cum!" he leered.
His prick spurted one more time, sending a creamy jet bouncing over her outstretched tongue. The trail of the cream hung from her mouth lewdly.
Her mouth was covered in cum. Her lips and teeth were thick and shiny with it. Her tongue was buried under a blanket of white. The jizz squished around between her cheeks and gums. It oozed between her teeth. And glob after glob of it poured from her lips and down her chin. Patsy stared up at him with an odd look in her eyes. The cum draped over her nose drooled off. down her checks.
CHAPTER SIX
Patsy grew more and more desperate to fuck during the next day or so. She really began to wonder if there was something wrong with her. Why did none of the men she came in contact with want to fuck her? She'd had sex with three different males in almost as many days but none of them had fucked her. She'd had cum shot all over her ass and all aver her tits, and in her mouth, but not once up her cunt.
This really did worry her. She felt incomplete, somehow, as if she was still more of a little girl than a full-grown woman. Until she'd had a big thick cock lunging back and forth in her cunt and had hot steaming cum blasted up there, she would feel inexperienced. She had to get herself fucked.
She was brooding about this on Saturday afternoon when she happened to notice Mrs. Warren next door piling her two small children into the car. It looked as though they might be away for most of the day and that meant Mr. Warren would be home alone. Patsy's heart skipped a beat and she rushed outside just as Mrs. Warren was starting to back her car down the drive.
"You don't need me to baby-sit today, Mrs. Warren?" she chirped over the fence. "You're going out?"
Mrs. Warren rolled down her window. "I won't need you, dear. But my husband might. He's always fussing about us leaving him alone. If anyone needs a babysitter, it's him."
She smiled and waved and backed the car down the driveway to the street. Patsy waited till it was out of sight, her heart pounding. So Mr. Warren needed a babysitter, did he? Well, she was the perfect candidate. She hesitated only a second, then she was through the gate and into the open back door of the house next door. She knew her way and strode through the place confidently till she was standing in the doorway of the den.
Mr. Warren was at his desk again, writing, and for a few seconds he didn't seem to notice her. Then she cleared her throat and he turned around to face her, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open. He suddenly looked very nervous, as if he was in a situation he had no control over. He shifted about in his chair.
"Patsy . . . what a surprise! My wife just left . . . you just missed her I'm afraid."
Patsy stepped into the room. "I came to see you. Why have you been avoiding me? Don't you like me anymore?"
Warren gazed at her and seemed to shrink back in his chair. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up into two pretty bunches on either side of her head and she looked even more young and innocent than usual. She again wore white knee socks and a short, short skirt. Her tits bulged out at him.
"Of course I like you. You know I do. But what happened before... well, it shouldn't have happened. I'm so much older than you.. . I'm married. And you're so young and innocent."
"I'm not so innocent," she said, coming closer to him. "Since I was with you I've been with two other men. And they did real dirty things to me. One of them shoved his cock in my mouth and made me suck him. Then he fucked my face and spurted his cum into my mouth."
Warren groaned. She was so close now that he could smell the sweet clean girlishness of her. His cock, in spite of everything, lurched in his pants. Somehow, he knew what she was telling him was the truth. He knew if he touched her he was a goner. The sweet girlish sexiness of her was amazing.
"Wouldn't you like to do that?" she cooed. "Wouldn't you like to put your big cock in my mouth and shoot all your naughty white cum down my throat?"
Again Warren groaned. He wanted to stand up and protest, but she'd be in his arms if he did. He sat there helplessly, his knuckles turning white on the arms of his chair. His cock was growing so fast. He'd never known it to expand so rapidly. She had planted herself now directly between his outspread legs.
"I'll let you," she went on in a childish little voice. "I'll let you do anything you like. But first you have to fuck me. And I mean properly. First you have to put your big hard cock up my pussy.
He stared at her. He didn't know what to say. His cock felt like it was a foot long in his pants. He wished he had the guts to grab hold of her and toss her out of the house, but something in him wouldn't let him do it. His head was pounding, and he had a hard time controlling his breathing.
"You want to. I know you do. You're getting a hard-on right now just thinking about it, aren't you?"
With a smooth motion she reached down into his crotch and stroked her hand up and down on the growing bulge of his prick. Her eyes widened and she smiled at what she found.
"See, you're really hard already? You want to fuck me, don't you? You want to shove your big naughty cock inside me and spray me full of jizzy!"
"Patsy . . . please . . . " he gulped, and he finally reached up to try to push her away from him.
But her fingers were already on his belt and fly an she had his pants open in a flash, she pulled out his shafts and let them snap below his balls. His huge cock loomed out and she wrapped her fist around it, jerked it up and down with expert motions. Her fingers scooped below his balls and tickled them. She was very cool and efficient.
"Such a nice cock. And so big!" she purred. "It's going to feel so nice inside me! It's going to be so good up my cunt!"
He glared down into his crotch and watched her masturbate him. Her fingers were slender and cool and she was applying just the right amount of pressure, squeezing him just right. She seemed so determined and confident. Already, she seemed like a totally different person from the shy little girl he'd known only days before,
"It's getting so hard! It's so big and stiff!" she smiled. Her hand pumped up and down evenly. His cock jerked and twitched in his crotch.
"Patsy. . . " he groaned.
His hands fell back down onto the arms of his chair. He watched her big tits wobble inside her blouse as her hand pumped up and down.
"Does it feel nice? Does it feel good to have me jerking you off like this?" she breathed.
All he could do was groan. He felt helpless in her hands. He noticed vaguely that she wasn't wearing a bra. He could see her stiff nipples through her light blouse. He wanted to see her tits. He wanted to see them naked and bouncing. But he couldn't bring himself to open up her blouse.
"I love cock, Mr. Warren I didn't realize it until you showed me yours the other day. I owe you a lot, I really do. I want you to be the first to fuck me."
She whacked him up and down. Her fist never missed a beat. And her other hand tickled and teased his balls mercilessly.
"Patsy . .." he moaned.
He gave her a long, pleading look, as if he wanted to try one last time to put an end to this crazy situation. But then what would he do if she actually did stop what she was doing?
"It's so big! It's growing so hard and stiff!" she cooed, her eyes wide.
His prick jutted up more than five inches above the clasp of her fist. She was really just clutching the base of it. It was as thick as her wrist and it throbbed steadily.
He reached out suddenly and cupped his hands over both her tits. All his resistance was flowing from him. He squeezed the lush tits, rolling them around inside her blouse. They were firm nipples throbbed out against his fingers. He began moaning softly to himself.
"Do you want to see them? Do you want to play with my tits?" she asked him.
Then, without waiting for an answer, she let go of his cock. She reached behind her to undo a couple of buttons and let the blouse slip forward and down off her glorious young tits. The blouse slid to the floor and she thrust out her tits into his waiting bands.
"My God...my God..." he muttered, running his fingers everywhere over her huge wobbling tits. He thumbed her nipples and they telescoped out into rock-hard half-inch stubs.
"You can kiss them if you like. You can suck them," she added.
She caught hold of his rolling cock again with her hand and began shucking it up and down. She leaned forward so that her tits swayed toward his face.
His face was suddenly surrounded by it. He gripped each jug on its outer side and mashed them into his cheeks and forehead. He scraped her nipples everywhere and eventually caught at them with his tongue, licking them harshly. Then he sank his mouth on first the left and then the right, and began sucking eagerly.
"Yes! Suck them like that! Suck my titties!" she moaned, tilting her head back. "Make my nipples hard! Tease them with your mouth!"
It would be impossible to make her nipples any harder, he thought. They felt like hot stones in his mouth. But he sucked and sucked gamely, circling his tongue around and around each one and nipping at them with his teeth. He wouldn't have been at all surprised if hot milk had burst from the twin stubs any second. They seemed to stick up an inch off their puffy red circles of flesh.
"Mr. Warren, I want to sit on your cock. I can't wait any longer," she gasped. "Will you let me? Will you let me sit on top of you and stuff your hot hard cock up my sweet pussy? I need it! I really need it!"
Warren snuffled on her left tit. Her words made his head reel. It was like some crazy dream, he thought. This whole wild fuck-session was like some wet dream which middle-aged men had about sweet, young, teenaged, girls. And yet it was really happening. She was really begging him for his cock. She was pleading with him to let her sit on it.
"I've waited so long! I've waited so long for a big stiff cock up my pussy!" she panted.
And now while he was still sucking her tits she had hooked one leg over him and was lifting the other. With her feet on the chair on either side of him she was squatting down, bending her legs, lowering herself toward the thick spike of his cock which she held in her hand.
He spat out her nipple and gazed down between her legs. She was clutching at her skirt with her free hand. She was lifting it. And to his amazement her sweet blonde pussy came into view. He could see the lips of her pussy cracking apart slightly and the bright pink skin inside peeking at him.
"'You're not wearing any panties! You're fucking naked under that tiny short skirt!" he croaked.
He tried to imagine her walking down the street like that, her ass and blonde cunt barely covered. What was happening to the little bitch? She was turning into a regular little slut.
Patsy giggled. "I know. I decided to leave them off this morning. I guess I must have known I was going to get lucky!"
She held his cock tight in one hand and with the other she spread the pulpy lips of her sweet young cunt. He saw the outer cuntlips split wide and the small ragged mouth of her pussyhole wiggle free. He reached behind her, held his arms in back of her so that she wouldn't tumble over. It was crazy to be trying this in a chair, but he couldn't bring himself to move.
She squatted forward and nudged the bloated head of his prick against her cunt opening. He head was bowed as she gazed down between her legs, and her bright sweet-smelling hair fluffed in his face. Her big tits lolled down in front of her. Her flat golden belly rippled. The lips of her pussy folded neatly over his purple prickhead.
"It's so big! It's so big and hard!" she purred.
But she lowered herself gingerly and his cockhead slotted firmly into the mouth of her cunt. She raised her head suddenly and gazed into his eyes. There was a dreamy look on her face, as if she was feeling things she couldn't put into words.
Then she let her full weight fall onto the blazing prick and it bulled steadily into her cunt.
She let go of it and raised both hands to his shoulders. She kept her eyes on his face while his cock drilled deeper and deeper. Slowly her cuntlips folded themselves lower and lower on his shaft till she felt his pubic hair tickle her and she knew his cock was in her all the way.
"So big! So hard and big!" she moaned, still staring at him.
She sat quite still in his lap, his huge cock hot and throbbing up her cunt. Her hard nipples grazed his chest.
Then she was shifting from side to side, letting her cunt get used to the feel of stiff cock. She wriggled and squirmed on top of him, a slight smile on her lips. Her big tits rolled and heaved on her chest. She gripped his shoulders more tightly and began shucking herself slowly up and down, fucking him with light, easy movements.
She was amazed she didn't feel any discomfort. She had heard all kinds of stories from the gins at school about how painful the first fuck could be. But she felt nothing but pleasure. A sweet melting sensations was rippling up from her stuffed cunt. If fucking felt this nice, she had been putting it off for too long.
"You okay? I'm not too big for you?" he grunted, helping her shuck up and down.
"Oh God, you're just perfect! It feels so good! Oh your cock is just great!" she hissed, her fucking movements speeding up on top of him.
He sat very still in his chair, letting her do all the work. His, hands simply held her at the waist and pumped up and down with her. Her tits bounced up and down in front of him, the swollen nipples nut-brown. He watched her rise and fall with even lunges and listened to her as her breathing became more and more ragged. Her pretty blonde pigtails flew about on either side of her face.
"I didn't know it could be so nice! Oh fucking feels so good!" she groaned. "I love the feel of your big hard cock up my mint! I fucking love it!"
Up and down she bounced, and now her movements were really speeding up. Her cunt was growing wetter and wetter by the second. Thick, syrupy juice was pouring down from deep inside her and greasing his prick up good. Her legs split wide on either side. They were bent sharply at the knees as she pumped herself on him.
Patsy began to whimper and moan. Her hand left his shoulder at one point and reached down into her crotch, down past her skirt, which was wrapped uselessly round her waist. Her fingers slid through her pussy hair and diddled her clit each time she rose up off his blistering cock. The sweet sensations swelled and spread through her. Already, it seemed, she was on the verge of cumming.
"I'm fucking! I'm fucking your big stiff cock!" she groaned, as if maybe she couldn't believe it after all. "So good! So fucking good! Ohhhhhhh!"
He held her as she chugged up and down and tried not to think about cumming himself. Her sweet young cunt was so tight and wet on his rock-hard prick. It felt as though he was being sucked by some amazing mouth. he glanced at her tits and then looked away. The sight of them bouncing up and down was just too much for him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Cram your big prick deep in my cunt!" she pleaded. "I'm going to cum! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
She went wild on top of him, driving herself up and down as if her life depended on it. Her tits wobbled and bounced. Her belly rippled. And her sweet young cunt sucked and rubbed on his aching cock. Her movements were wild and uncontrolled. Her crotch shifted crazily from side to side, forcing his cock to carve her from different angles.
For a minute he was scared she'd tumble them both off the chair. She was totally reckless. He gripped her tight around her waist and tried his best to keep them balanced. Meanwhile his balls began to tremble and his cock began to twitch in her cunt. He gazed down at her stuffed cunt, amazed that she was taking all his cock inside on each stroke. Then something snapped inside him.
"Sweet Christ! Oh not Oh fuck!" he croaked, his prick seeming to recoil in her sucking pussy.
A huge jet of cum shot off up her cunt. If she hadn't been sitting on it, he swore it would have spurted as high as the ceiling. He grunted and groaned, helpless beneath her. And he felt the huge tremors along the shaft of his cock as he ejaculated. He couldn't hold it back. There was nothing he could do. His balls felt like they were on fire.
"You're cumming! You're spurting your hot jizz up my cunt!" she raved. "I feel it! I can feel you shooting!"
Another huge cum-jet spurted off. And another. And suddenly her sweet girl-cunt was awash with steaming cock-juice. It swilled about inside her, fired up high. And it clung to his cock in thick strings and slithered out from her cuntlips like wax down a candle. Two thick ropes of silver rolled down his cock shaft even as he watched. He saw the cum disappear into his wiry pubic hair.
"Spun it! Spurt it deep up my cunt!" she begged. "I want all your cum! I want all your steaming hot cum up my pussy!"
Up and down she pumped. And another thick streamer of spunk fired off up her cunt. She rolled her head back and clenched shut her eyes. She chugged up and down crazily, her tits bouncing. And she whimpered and groaned and begged him to shoot more. She seemed to want nothing so bad as all his jizz up her sucking cunt.
Finally she rose up so far his cock slipped from her cunt. When she pumped back down again it rode up against her belly. She stared down at it and her hand came up to cradle it and press it against her belly. As they both watched a long streamer of silver cum spurted up and bounced off the underside of her tit. The line of jizz streaked her rib cage and belly and soiled her rolled up skirt.
"Still spurting! Oh fuck! Oh fuck" she croaked, struggling to grab hold of the escaped cock.
His cock shot off another cum-jet straight into her navel. The white goo rolled down into her blonde pubic hair and was lost from sight.
"Sit on it! Sit on it!" Warren moaned, watching his cum pour from his cock tip and soil her fingers. He squirmed in the chair.
She finally got a hold of the cock and stuffed it back in her mint. But not before it had shot off yet another thick wad of cum, this one all the way up her arm past the elbow. She sank down on the prick and began pumping all over again, rising and falling as the cock shot out the last of its load. She tried to keep her movements shorter, so that she wouldn't lose the cock a second time.
"What a hot little bitch! Oh fuck!" he hissed, half out of his mind. He watched a long stripe of cum drip in several different directions on her golden belly.
"I love it! I fucking love your cock!" she wailed. "Shoot it all! Shoot it all up my hot cunt!"
His cock continued to spasm inside her, but it was no longer spurting. It oozed a thick clear slime and that was all. He was drained. She had drained his balls dry with her awesome sucking cunt. And now she slowed down her crazy movements till she was pumping up and down in his lap quite gently. Her eyes came slowly back into focus.
"I love it! I fucking love your cum!" she moaned, staring directly into his sweat-slick face.
And then she did something that made him groan out loud. She lifted her hand, raised it from her crotch with wads of cum webbing the fingers together. She then held it in front of her mouth and began to lick the spunk off with her tongue. Thick gobs of silver cum dripped into her mouth. She put her fingers between her lips and began to suck on them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Patsy, felt as though a great load had been lifted off her shoulders. Now that she'd had a cock up her cunt, now that she'd actually fucked someone, she felt like a new person. She was more free, more confident somehow. And life didn't seem as scary and intimidating. She could tackle whatever life had to offer, she figured. And what's more, she could treat it like an adventure, like fun.
She seemed to walk around on a cloud for the next few days. In a way she was sure that the people she passed on the street knew she had been fucked, knew she was no longer a little girl.
And she smiled at them, she wanted them to know her secret. The men especially seemed to sense there was something about her.
John Hunt remarked on it as she walked home from school with him in mid-week. They hadn't seen each other since she'd jerked him off all over her in his father's car. She seemed older, somehow, he told her. And it had nothing to do with her looks. In that department she still appeared as young as ever. He wondered what had brought on the change.
"Oh, John," she whispered, looping her arm through his. "My life is so exciting all of a sudden. The other day... I got fucked for the first tune."
John's heart sank. She turned to look up at him with her achingly pretty young face and he did his best to smile, but inside he felt crushed. He'd so much wanted Patsy to save herself for him. He'd wanted to be the first. Ever since that day in the car he could think of nothing else.
"Don't look like that," she said, squeezing his arm. "I wanted it to happen so bad. I really needed it. You should be happy for me."
He looked away. "I just thought. . . you know...you and me. I thought the tow of us. . ."
"Well, we'll still see each other. We can still go out and everything. But we're both too young to go steady, John. We really are. We should be seeing lots of other people."
Still he wouldn't look at her. "Who was it? Who did it?" he said at last. There was a harsh edge to his voice.
"He didn't do it to me. If anything I did it to him. And I can't tell you who it is. It doesn't matter. There will be lots of others."
John stopped and turned to look at her finally.
So that was it. That was what was so different about her. She had fucked someone. She had taken a cock inside her. He found it funny that she should look so lovely and alive just because of that. A terrible pang of jealousy ran through him. It shoved in his face.
"Oh John, don't look like that," she repeated. "Don't spoil it for me. I'll still see you. We can even fuck if you like. But I want to do it with other guys to. I'm too young for just one person."
He stood staring at her without speaking, his face very serious. They were in the middle of a footpath that snaked through the city park, and a cyclist had to veer around them, wobbling and cursing. She suddenly stepped froward, brought her face up close to John's and whispered at him.
"I'll be good to you. I'll prove it. I'll suck you off right now if you want me to." Her big blue eyes searched his race far a sign of encouragement. She felt him tense at what her words.
He didn't say yes or no. He simply stared at her. And so she gripped his hand and led him off the path and into a bunch of trees and bushes. He didn't resist. He went with her. He leaned against a tree as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers fumbled with his belt and fly.
"I've learned how to suck cocks, too," she breathed, glancing up at him as she opened his pants, tugged down his shorts, circled his limp cock with her fingers. "I'll show you what I know. I think you'll be impressed."
John looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. And he didn't say a word as she pulled his cock out into the open and stuffed it between her soft red lips. He felt her tongue curling around the spongy shaft and pressing against his piss-slit as if she wanted to get inside. He gazed down into her fresh and lovely young face.
She kept her eyes turned up to him the whole time, as if she sought his approval. And very quickly his cock began to inflate and expand in her mouth. From a limp four-inch noodle it grew into a solid five, six, seven inches of thick cockmeat. And her mouth backed off on it slightly as it angled higher. Her fist wrapped around the base of it and began to pump up and down steadily. . . .. do you like it? Does my mouth feel good on your cock?" she purred, slopping his prick from her lips for a second.
She flicked her tongue back and forth on the underside of the cock, then tapped the head steadily with teasing little licks.
He didn't answer. He simply stared down at her with a glazed look in his eyes. And eventually she pulled his prick back between her lips and began sucking all over again. She dipped her head this time, let her eyes fall from his face. And she pumped her face and her fist up and down on his cock, drawing it up to full erection in a matter of seconds. Her free hand scooped down under his balls and squeezed them.
"Mmmmmm..." she hummed, angling her head as best she could so that his cockhead could plow deep. Her fist squeaked as it twisted and turned on his cock there.
He couldn't believe she was so good at it. Where had she learned to suck cock like this? Her bright blonde head was bobbing in the sunlight. Her fist was squeezing, her tongue was tickling and teasing him everywhere. She was suddenly an expert cock-sucker. Someone had been teaching her how to use her mouth like a whore.
He leaned stiffly against the tree, his cock locked in her face. His hands came up suddenly and he was sweeping her platinum hair up off her cheeks, making sure he had a perfect view as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled by turns. He watched his cockhead dent the inside from time to time. Her free hand was cupping his swollen balls. She was tickling them crazily.
"Mmmmm..." she moaned. And she really sounded as though she were enjoying herself. Her full lips flew up and down on his aching cock-shaft.
Then she was pausing, resting, letting his prick slip free of her lips as she turned her face up to him yet again. She let her fist fall from around the cock base and slid her tongue all the way down the underside of the shaft to the balls. With his cockhead resting up in her hair somewhere, she began licking his nuts with delicate little sweeps of her tongue.
He groaned. He couldn't help it. Her tongue was just too much on his dry ball pouch. Then she was nipping at his nuts with her lips, plucking the skin of the sac and drawing it up like rubber. Her tongue snaked under each of his balls in turn and weighed them like hunks of candy. Then her mouth folded down and she was sucking his nuts one after the other.
He felt himself grow weak in the knees. His balls felt numb and heavy, like chunks of lead. He gazed down at the huge red log of his cock covering one whole side of her face. She had both eyes shut as she sucked and snuffled at him. He wondered if this was the same teenaged girl who had jerked him off only days before.
"Mmmmmm... Love to lick balls.. . I just love the feel of them . . ." she cooed.
Then she began licking up the underside of his cock toward the head, letting his prickshaft roll from one side of her face to the other.
He wanted o say something. He wanted to appear cool and unimpressed, as if she was used to getting his cock and balls sucked like this.
But the words wouldn't form. All he could do was gulp and gasp and try not to lose his balance as he leaned against the tree. He was vaguely aware that they could be discovered at any second by anyone who chose to walk through the trees. But he didn't care.
"I love to lick cock. And to suck it," she purred. "There's just something so exciting about it."
Here she let his purple cockhead roll over her red wet lips while she stared up at him with a teasing light in her eyes. His prick swayed back and forth without her touching it with her hand. She simply poked it with her tongue once in a while, sending it to the left or right or wherever she wanted it. There was a half-smile on her lovely face.
"And there's something else I love as well," she went on, still watching him. "Know what it is?"
He shook his head helplessly. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He watched her bring up one hand, circle his cock with her fingers. Then he felt his balls quake at what she did next.
"I love to rub hard cock all over my face. I love the feel of a hard wet cockhead smearing into my skin."
She had closed her eyes again, and now she gripped his cock hard and steered it everywhere on her fresh young face. She smudged it into her cheeks and into the side of her nose. She poked it over her forehead and into her eye sockets. She was smiling the whole time.
His prick had started to leak pre-cum juice, and small glittering trails of slime stuck to her eyebrows, her lashes, her cheeks. She passed the cockhead across her half-open mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick the purple cock dome. She sucked on the head quickly before beginning to smear his cock into her face all over again.
"I love a hard cock on my face, in my mouth, everywhere," she gasped. "I'll never get enough cock. Never."
John was too excited to feel any pang of bitterness. He was in no position to complain about what she wanted. For now he was having his cock serviced in a more exciting way than he'd ever thought possible. He certainly couldn't accuse her of neglecting him.
She rubbed his cock across her chin, up one cheek and down the other.. And then she stuffed it back between her lips and sucked him for all she was worth. Her fist clenched his cockbase
tight and shucked up and down. Her blonde head bobbed crazily. She took him deep into her mouth and tickled him with her tongue.
"Mmmmmmm..." she hummed, really getting into gear. Her free hand teased his balls again, coaxing and tickling.
His knees felt as though they were about to buckle and he braced himself hard against the tree. He began to grunt deep in his throat, as if he were in pain. Suddenly he urged his hips forward and up, buried his cock deep in her throat. His balls exploded and sent a thick jet of cum firing up the length of his captured cock.
Patsy gasped, her throat suddenly clogged with steaming spunk. She gulped and swallowed, trying her best to suck down all his cum. She stopped bobbing her head and did all the pumping with her fist. With steady, sure movements, she jerked him off into her mouth.
"Cumming in your mouth! Cumming in your hot bitch mouth!" he groaned.
And as he stared down, a thick stream of silver spunk drooled from the corner of her mouth and dangled down from her chin in a long elastic strip. It hung in the air for a second before snapping across her forearm.
Her fist never stopped pumping. She held the cockhead and maybe an inch of shaft between her lips and let the hot jets of spunk spray the roof of her mouth and cascade down her throat. No sooner had one steaming jet shot off than another followed. And her neck bobbed crazily as she siphoned the hot cream down to her belly. More silver cum seeped from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin.
"Horny little cock-sucker! Two-timing bitch!" he growled, his prick flexing again and sending a knot of cum boiling down her gullet.
Patsy thought she was going to gag. Her throat was clogged to capacity with his steaming hot jizz. She tilted her head back, gaped her mouth wide, and let the jet spray where they wanted. Hot waxy jets hit her in the teeth and drooled down her soggy lips. More sprayed out on either side of her mouth, onto her cheeks. They dripped and drained off her jaw line like spilled milk.
"Ggglllggg?" she gurgled, gulping down as much as she could. Her tongue was buried under a white-wash of spunk. A thick pool had formed inside the oval of her wet lips.
His cock twitched. A thick jet of cum shot into her mouth. And another. And then he appeared to be through. Her fist still pumped him.
She still yanked him steadily. But only a clear fluid oozed from his cockhead and dripped onto her tongue. And slowly her fist cased up on him till she was jerking him off with slow, relaxed movements.
"Gggllggg!" she gasped.
She kept her head tilted back, but now she opened her eyes and stared up at him. She seemed to be smiling at him, though it was hard to tell because she held her mouth open wide. She seemed proud of the huge load of spunk she had in her mouth, and it was as if she wanted to see it, watch it swill about over her tongue and teeth.
"Crazy cock-sucker! Hot horny slut!" he hissed, staring down at her. He almost sounded angry, as if she'd not just sucked him off at all, but had sucked off someone else in front of him. He had a weird look on his face.
She went right on smiling at him, as if what he said didn't bother her at all. In fact she began to tease him all the more, tilting her head back and forth with her mouth open so that he could see the creamy cum slashing about between her lips. Some of his jizz spilled out and went slithering down over her chin. Spunk hung off her face in elastic strands.
"Dirty slut! Dirty two-timing cock-sucker!" he punted. And now he tried to back away, tried to pull his cock free from the grip of her clutching fingers.
But for the moment she held him tight, forced him to watch her play with his steaming load of cum. She really was smiling now, and the more she did so the more creamy cum slopped from her mouth. Several smaller strands had formed into two long silver ropes that dangled from her chin in two-foot-long strips.
"Bitch! Hot sucking bitch!" John croaked. He had pulled his cock from her at last, and now he stuffed it back into his pants and zipped himself up. But for now he didn't move away from the tree.
She remained on her knees, staring up at him with her cum-streaked face. And slowly her throat bobbed and she gulped down part of the great mass of spunk to her belly. What she didn't swallow she let slop out over her lips with all the rest. And the two-foot-long ropes lengthened even more before snapping to the ground.
"Ggglllggg!" she gurgled loudly, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a lewd and horny smile.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Patsy was walking home from school on Friday afternoon when Mr. Kendall pulled up beside her in his big black car. He had a very special babysitting job for her, he said. From the way he looked at her she knew just what kind of job it was. But without hesitation she jumped into the front seat with him and they drove downtown. She wasn't a bit surprised when he pulled into the underground lot of a large hotel.
They rode upstairs in an empty elevator and Mr. Kendall ushered her into a plush suite that had a wonderful view of the city. The only other thing that she noticed about the place right off was that it had the biggest bed she'd ever seen. She smiled at Mr. Kendall nervously.
"As you see, it's just the two of us," he said. "You don't mind babysitting one slightly middle-aged man, do you? You seemed to enjoy it very much the other night."
Patsy blushed, remembering the way he'd fucked her face the previous week. For some reason she felt a bit shy with him. She didn't feel at all the way she had with John the other day. It must be the surroundings, she thought. She was in a hotel room downtown with a man old enough to be her father. In a way it was all very strange and exciting.
"I don't mind," she murmured, watching him as he made up a couple of drinks.
She wondered suddenly what he'd have done if she'd refused to come with him. He must have had the room booked in advance. Would he have hired himself a hooker instead?
"Here, you're a big girl now," he said, handing her a drink. "When you're finished with that, we'll have a little fun and then I'll take you down to dinner. You can phone home then and tell them you'll be babysitting for the rest of the evening."
He stretched himself out on the bed then and stared at her, sipping his drink. She strode about the room, examining the furnishings, trying to appear as if she was used to being in expensive hotels with middle-aged men. She really was beginning to feel more adult, what with the drink and everything. She just hoped he wouldn't notice how in awe of everything she was.
"I want you to wear something special for me," he said finally. "It's over there, on the dresser. Take your clothes off and try it on for me. It's a special present for a very special girl."
Patsy stared at him. She took a large gulp of her drink. Then she strode over to the dresser and examined the contents of an open box that lay there. She lifted the whispy items in her fingers, trying to figure out what they were. She looked at him again, as if she didn't understand what was expected of her. He was watching her with a half-smile on his lips.
"Take off your clothes," he repeated. "Put that stuff on. I want to see what you look like in them."
There was something in the tone of his voice that told her she'd better not ask why. And so she began to get undressed for him, her face flushing prettily. He watched her big tits tumble free and then his eyes fell to the whispy blonde tuft of her cunt as that came into view. He shifted a little on the bed but didn't say anything. He took another long pull from his drink.
Patsy stood there naked, her lovely blonde hair fluffed out on either side of her face. She reached into the box again, hauled out a snaky black elastic item. She held it up and gazed at him quizzically, asking for directions. Her big tits shifted on her chest as she turned toward him.
"It's a garter belt, you silly slut. Put it around your waist. Then the stockings hook to the suspenders. Fuck, don't you know anything?"
Patsy looped the belt around her waist, hooked it in back of her. Then she adjusted it so that the black suspenders dangled down her thighs. She sat on the chair in front of her dresser and began hauling the sheer black stockings up her slender legs. Then as she was instructed, she attached the garters to the stocking tops.
"Atta girl. Now stand up. Walk around for me. I want to see how you look." He placed his drink on the nightstand, reached into his crotch and touched his rowing cock. He loosened his tie with the other hand and then set about unbuttoning his shirt.
Patsy made some last minute adjustments of the suspenders. Then she stood up and began to pace slowly back and forth at the foot of the bed. She felt silly at first in the sexy get-up, but as she moved about and saw his reaction, she relaxed. The black garters stretched over her thighs and loosened by turns as she walked.
"Very nice. Very fucking sexy," he said. "You look just like a teenaged porno star. Turn around. Show me your ass."
She did as she was told, bent over slightly so that he had a perfect view of her taut little ass cheeks with the garters snaking down their outer edges. A tuft of blonde hair showed between the tops of her thighs. Her big tits swayed down and out like over-filled sacs.
"Beautiful. Fucking beautiful!" he muttered. He tossed his shirt and tie aside and unzipped his fly. He began to struggle out of his pants and shorts.
Patsy began to move about the room again, getting more and more used to the feel of the lewd underwear against her skin. At one point she caught a glimpse of herself in the dresser mirror and she stopped to examine herself mare closely. She liked the look of the taut garter belt stretching across her flat brown belly. Her pussy, framed between the snaky black garters, looked very inviting.
Kendall tossed his pants and shorts over a chair and knelt up on the bed, naked, his cock swinging and swaying in front of him. He reached out his hand to her, helped her climb onto the bed. Then he crushed her near-naked body to his, mashing his thickening prick into her flat hard belly. Her tits squished against his hairy chest.
"What a fucking body you've got. Sonovabitch, little girl, I've never seen a body like yours anywhere," he growled. His hands reached down behind her and kneaded the flesh of her ass.
"Are you going to fuck me? Or do you want me to suck you again?" she asked sweetly. "Are you going to, fuck me this time?"
He let her go. "For starters, yes, I'm going to fuck you. Get on your hands and knees. Stick your ass in the air. I'm going to fuck you doggie style, baby."
He tore the coverlet from the bed, arranged her so that she had her face mashed into a pillow and her lovely ass in the air. Then he knelt up behind her and took his cock in his hand. He stared down at the perfect twin mounds of her ass and the sweet tufted split of her cunt bristling up at him. He primed his cock in his fist
"Spread your legs wide. Crank your knees far apart," he instructed. He grabbed another pillow and stuffed it under her belly for support.
Patsy split her legs as wide as they would go. Her ass checks spread and her pretty pussy split its lips. He moved closer behind her and she felt the first touch of his hard cockhead against her crotch. Then he was circling his cock about on her cunt, nosing it between her pussylips.
She felt a quiver go through her. She waited patiently, her ass in the air. Slowly, gently, he eased his cockhead deeper. He pressed forward, fed her one, two, three inches of cockshaft. Then he drove the rest in easily, buried his prick to the balls in her upturned pussyhole. His hands came up to grip her around her waist.
"Feel good, little girl? My cock feel good in your sweet little cunt?" He stayed quite still for a moment or two, his cock throbbing inside her.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Do it to me! Fuck me hard! Cram me full of big hard cock!" she bleated. She snuffled into her pillow and tossed her head back and forth.
He began slowly, driving his prick in and out with gentle, easy strokes. But soon he was fucking her with deeper, harder motions. His balls swung to and fro and his prick shone like a piston. Her cunt was soon oozing a rich, thick slime, and wet sucking sounds rose up from their tangled parts. He hooked his fingers underneath her garter belt.
"Just like that! Fuck me deep! Just like that!" she crooned, glaring at him over her shoulder. "I love cock! I love a hot hard cock up my cunt! Fuck me deep!"
He pistoned back and forth, drilling her, filling her with hardened prick on each stroke. His cock grew harder, thicker as he moved. It swelled her pussylips apart, warped them out of shape around its bulk. Ugly blue veins grew solid in the cockshaft, and they seemed to get darker the longer he fucked her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me deep! Cram your big hard cock up my cunt!" she groaned. "I love a big thick cock up my cunt!"
"How about up your ass?" he panted. "How do you like a big thick cock up that sweet little asshole of yours?"
A flash of panic ran through her. And then, immediately after, a lewd dirty thrill. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to answer that? She guessed not. He continued fucking her with steady, deep strokes, never missing a beat. His hands ran up and down her waist as he pulled her to him.
"I think all young girls like you enjoy an assfuck once in a while, don't they?" he gasped. "You just have to be in the mood. You just have to be put in the mood by a nice sweet cunt-fuck first."
Still she didn't think he was serious. But then suddenly he stopped fucking her, pulled his hard-on from her soggy cunt. He humped his prick up and down in the groove between her asscheeks, oiling it up good with all the slime clinging to the shaft. Then he angled his prick down, planted the bloated purple bead against the tight puckered circle of her asshole. He began to heave forward strongly.
"Mr. Kendall.. . nnnnnn. . . are you serious? Are you.....really going to shove your cock up my asshole?" she gasped into the pillow. Her fingers snatched nervously at hunks of tangled sheet.
"Fucking right. All teenaged girls should be fucked up the ass regularly. It's good for them."
He put more and more pressure behind his straining cock, supported it midway up its trunk with his fist. The cheeks of her ass warped out of shape around the thick shaft.
"But it won't go! Nnnnnn... it's too big!" she, protested. She squirmed about on the bed beneath him but he kept her pinned down with the force of his cock.
And amazingly, her tiny asshole was expanding. It was opening, growing wider, folding itself up over the huge purple dome of his cockhead. He pressed on, kept up the pressure, his face red and straining. His prick was numb with the effort. This was hurting him more than it was her.
"It won't go! Nnnn . . . it's too big!" she wailed. "Please, Mr. Kendall, please!"
He pressed on and suddenly her tight asshole seemed to open up wide. His cockhead plowed down into the channel. An inch of cockshaft followed. Then inch after inch of swollen prick drilled down into, her. She seemed to be sucking his inside. In seconds his pubic hair was crinkling against the pale cheeks of her ass and he was buried up her asshole to the hilt.
"Mr. Kendall.. . ooooh!" she gasped, still not quite believing this was happening to her. "It's too big! Your cock's way too big for me!"
"It's in all the way, baby," he groaned. "You've taken all my hard cock up that sweet little ass of yours!"
And with that he began to fuck her all over again, driving his cock deep up her asshole on every fuck-stroke. She was tight. Her asshole was much tighter than her cunt. But she had taken him all in and now he could fuck her to his heart's content, bury his cock again and again in her sweet little asshole. His balls quaked at the thought of what he was doing.
"You like it, babe? You like a big stiff cock up your tight little shit-chute?" he leered.
"It's too big! Oh, Mr. Kendall, your cock is so fucking big!" she groaned. She wriggled and squirmed under him, feeling every ounce of his weight.
The whole lower part of her body was growing numb. She wondered if he could really hurt her, doing what he was doing. She tossed her blonde head about and clutched at hunks of sheet with her fingers. His thrusts were getting more and more rough and he was snorting and gasping above her.
"Feel it go deep, baby? Feel my hard cock up your sweet little ass?" he growled.
He reached one hand under her and scooped up her, big tit. He squeezed and mauled it harshly, tweaked the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh fuck.. . oh fuck.. oh fuck!" she whimpered she felt as though she were being split in half by his huge plunging cock.
He fucked her steadily, for several minutes, only pausing to adjust his position behind her once in a while. He loved the feel of her fight little asscheeks each time he slapped forward against them with his hips. He loved the feel of her big lolling tit oozing out of his hand as he squeezed it. His ass pumped up and down. His balls flopped and slapped against her own open wet cunt.
And then he was groaning. He was making loud moaning sounds as he lunged into her, and she knew he was close to cumming. She waited patiently. It was all she could do. She tried not to lose consciousness before he let fly inside her.
He fell forward across her back suddenly. His weight crushed down into the great soft bed. And while he squeezed both tits below her now his ass pumped up and down and he drilled his trembling cock deep up her ass. His cockhead twitched. A shiver went through him and a great sizzling knot of cum burst up her asshole.
"Oh fuck. . . oh fuck!" she gasped, feeling the weird exploding wetness inside her. He bucked up and down on top of her, rammed his spurting prick in her to the hilt.
Another jet of cum shot up her ass. And another. His thrusts were much shallower now, and gentler. The jets heaved out up her asshole like spurts from a hose. They drenched her, clogged her poor ass channel with steaming gobs of goo. Each time he drove forward, her ass made a wet squishing sound.
"Too big! Too big! Ohhh fuck!" she cried, half out of her mind. "You'll split me in half! Too big!"
He spurted another greasy wad of cum off and groaned deeply as he let it loose. He eased himself partway up off her back and began fucking her with longer strokes. Gum was oozing from her asshole and slithering down over her open hairy cunt. His cock was slick and shiny with it.
"Up the ass! All my cum up your sweet little ass!" he panted as he shot off another blast of spunk, and another.
"Too big! Too fucking big!" she moaned. He seemed to shoot for the better part of a minute. Patsy began to wonder if it would ever end. But finally he was slowing down, and eventually he drew back, pulled his cock from her plugged asshole with a wet pop. He slotted the shiny cock into the groove between her asscheeks then, and sank back down on top of her. She could feel warm jizz oozing out onto the small of her back.
"Mr. Kendall. . oh Fuck . .. "she sighed, her voice shaky. "Your cock was so big. It was so fucking big!"
It was still big, even now, drained and drooling between her asscheeks. But bit by bit she could sense it shrinking. She wondered how long it would take to return to normal size. Her, asshole felt like it was wide enough to stick a baseball bat into. She felt cool air and cooling cum in her crotch.
She thought bitterly about what had just happened to her. In a way, she was still numb with shock. It occurred to her that only days before she had been thinking she knew everything there was to know about men, about sex. Now she realized she knew so little. Just when she thought she had things figured out, some guy did something new to her and she had to consider everything all over again.
Mr. Kendall breathed in her ear. He sounded as though he was about to fall asleep. She stayed where she was for the time being, crushed beneath him, his cock trapped and leaking between the cheeks of her ass. And she wondered what new tricks he might have in store for her He wanted her to spend the evening with him, he said. All evening in a hotel room with kinky Mr. Kendall...
"So big . . . " she muttered. "So fucking big!"
Thick cum drooled from her gaping asshole.
CHAPTER NINE
Later Patsy phoned home to say that she would be busy babysitting for the rest of the evening. Then she went down to dinner with Mr. Kendall in the hotel dining room. It as an exciting meal for her because she got to drink several glasses of an expensive white wine. And not only that, but she still had on the garter belt and stockings under her clothes. That gave her a special thrill.
Mr. Kendall had insisted she keep the lewd underwear on. After dinner, he said, they were going to get into some even more thrilling fucking. Patsy gulped down her food. In a way she was too excited to enjoy it. After dinner they walked around the block and Mr. Kendall made a phone call. She practically dragged him back upstairs, ready to go again.
"You're really hot, aren't you?" he said once they were back in the hotel suite.
He sat down on the chair by the dresser and watched her bounce up and down on the bed. She began stripping off her clothes again.
"Well you didn't fuck me before, not really, not up my pussy. I didn't get to suck you and you didn't really fuck me."
He watched her closely. "You'll get all the fucking and sucking you want tonight, believe me. You're going to get enough cock to last you a year. Be patient."
She looked at him quizzically, stripping down till she wore only the black garter belt and stockings. But instead of making a move on her he simply sat there, watching her. She rolled about on the bed, squirmed sexily among the tangled sheets. She lay on her back and then got on her hands and knees, thrusting her naked cunt and ass at him lewdly, smiling at him and licking her lips.
He watched her quite calmly, as if she was used to seeing gorgeous young blonde teenagers romp between the sheets for him dressed in nothing but garters and stockings. Even when she leaned toward him, pointed her finger at his crotch and flicked her tongue back and forth, he still, made no move to join her on the bed. She put her hands on her hips eventually, and pouted at him like a spoiled child.
"What's the matter, Mr. Kendall? Don't you want to fuck me?" she whimpered. She sounded close to tears.
"I'll fuck you. All in good time. But first I've got a special treat for both of us. Be patient." It's on the way."
Patsy didn't know what he was talking about. She sat up on the bed and pouted, her big nude tits lolling down in front of her. She figured maybe he needed time to recover from the solid ass-fucking he'd given her earlier. Men needed more time than women between fuckings, she'd heard. Still, she wondered just how long he'd keep her waiting. How could he resist her, dressed the way she was?
She was musing along these lines when there was a tap at the door and Kendall got up to answer it. Patsy didn't even bother to cover herself up. She thought it must be a maid or something. When Kendall ushered two huge young men into the room all she could do was stare. She was too stunned to cover her tits with her hands or drop a fist into her crotch.
"This is the special treat, Patsy," Kendall said. "Terry and Glen are going to join us for a little fun and games. You're so eager for new experiences lately, I thought you'd like to try a little group action."
Patsy stared at him, then at the two amazingly large men, then at Kendall again. The information took a little while to sink in. She was sitting cross-legged among the tangled, cum stained sheets. Her big blue eyes looked surprisingly innocent peering out from under her blonde bangs.
"You mean I'm supposed to make it all three of you? Three men at the same time?" she asked incredulously.
"Well just the two of them to start with. For a while I'm just going to watch. I really get off on that," Kendall said. "There's no need to be shy. You said you wanted fucking and sucking. Well now you've got all the cock you can handle."
"But I don't even know these guys! They're complete strangers!" she gulped. She stared at Terry and Glen with her wide blue eyes.
"That's what makes it so exciting. That's what really turns me on," Kendall grunted. "I want to see you suck and fuck two strange men at the same time. Just thinking about it gets me excited. See?"
He unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock. It was far from erect, but it was growing steadily. He pumped it gently in his hand, not wanting to rush things. Both Terry and Glen laughed, and when Patsy stared at them they both winked at her. They took off their jackets and draped them around chairs. As yet neither of them had said a word.
"Go ahead and show her what you've got, boys," Kendall said. "I'm sure her reluctance will disappear when she sees the size of your cocks. Go ahead. Take them out."
Terry and Glen stood beside the bed and unzipped their flies. They reached into their shorts and suddenly each of them was hauling out a prick the thickness of Patsy's arm. Her eyes widened. She couldn't believe it. They were the biggest, ugliest cocks she'd ever seen. Terry's was at least ten inches long, and Glen's seemed to reach damn near to his knees. And neither cock was hard.
"See what I mean? How's that for meat?" Kendall leered. "These boys are the envy of everybody down at the steam-room. I figured you just had to meet them."
Patsy sat there mesmerized. She couldn't take her eyes off the huge, ugly cocks. The two men continued undressing, peeling off shirts and socks and pants and shorts. And she didn't even protest. It was as if she was in a trance of some kind. The cocks swung and swayed in front of her like thick snakes. In spite of herself, her mouth began to water.
"Touch them, Patsy. Take them in your mouth. Suck them," Kendall coaxed gently. "They're big, and they're not pretty, but they won't hurt you. Go ahead. Suck them."
Terry was completely naked now and he stepped forward, his prick swaying between his legs. "Go ahead, honey. Do like the man says. Ten inches of cockmeat won't hurt you."
She hesitated another second or two. "Mr. Kendall, this is crazy," she muttered under her breath.
Then she twisted to one side, raised her hand, circled the trunk of Terry's cock with her slender fingers. She lifted it up toward her face, staring at it the whole time. It was bulky and solid in her hand. She felt as though she was raising a lead pipe.
Her hand seemed to slide up and down on it automatically, and she felt a steady power flowing into the hefty prick. The cockhead angled toward her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and poked the piss-slit with the tip. Then she licked the purple dome once, twice, three times. She glanced up at Terry to see his reaction.
"Beautiful, baby. Use your pretty mouth like that. Old Kendall told us you're the best little cock-sucker in town," Terry said, his voice was light and soothing as he smiled down at her while he spoke.
"But don't forget me," Glen put in, speaking for the first time.
He stepped up beside Terry, his monster cock dangling nearly to his knees like some heavy tree branch. He too was completely naked now.
Patsy took this second cock into her free hand and raised it also. It was even heavier than Terry's. She lined the two pricks up side by side and gazed at them, her blue eyes wide. She leaned down and poked Glen's cock quickly with her tongue, licked it the way she had with Terry's. She didn't want anyone to feel left out.
She was amazed at the size and the weight of them. She'd no idea cocks came in such monstrous sizes. It occurred to her suddenly that
Kendall had probably chosen these guys very carefully. She didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered. She chugged the cocks up and down gently in her fists, stared at them in turn. She felt them swell and thicken in her fingers.
Kendall was smiling like a proud teacher. He stood up and began peeling off his own clothes, slowly, in no hurry. In fact once he was completely naked he sat back down on his chair by the dresser and began pumping his cock gently in his fists. For the time being he was content to watch the proceedings and jerk off. He made no move to join the action.
"Use your tongue like that. Yeah," Glen urged, staring down at Patsy's pretty blonde head. "That s nice, real nice."
Patsy flicked her tongue back and forth first on Glen's cock then on Terry's. She curled it around and around on each purple cockhead, twisting her mouth from side to side and pouting her sweet red lips. The heavy foreskin had peeled back from Terry's cock. Glen had no foreskin to peel back.
"Kiss it like that. Suck it," Terry murmured, urging his hips forward. Patsy's mouth had folded down over his cockhead and she was giv-
ing him a quick suck-job.
She sat on the bed and worked on the two men, their cocks stuck up through her fists like two enormous hunks of red pipe. Her bright blonde head moved from one to the other. Her sweet mouth and tongue licked and sucked each one in turn. And all the while her fists chugged up and down, pumping, pumping. The cocks began to throb and pulse dangerously.
Her mouth began to stay longer on each cock. She was not only licking and kissing them now but she was taking the head and a large hunk of shaft into her face each time. She shoved the cocks deep and sucked them hard. She-started bobbing her head up and down on top of them, increasing her pace gradually. She even began to moan and hum on top of each one.
"You were right, Kendall. The little girl sure likes to suck," Glen said. "Look at her go. Look at her!"
Kendall was looking at her. He was also jerking off slowly, content to let his cock rise by degrees. He sat with his legs splayed out in front of him, bent at the knees. And his prick rose up through his fist like a big sausage. Still he made no move to join the action.
"Why don't one of you fuck her?" he asked.
"Terry, get around in back of her. Fuck her doggie-style. I did it earlier. It's great. She can go on sucking Glen while you do that."
Patsy had her mouth wrapped around Terry's cock at the time. Four inches of cockshaft pulsed between her lips and the cockhead bulled down her throat somewhere. All the same, he stepped back suddenly, slopped his huge prick from her mouth. He climbed on the bed, arranged her on her hands and knees. He came up behind her and poked his cock about in the folds of her cunt.
Patsy let herself be re-arranged. Glen still stood by the bed in front of her and she immediately stuffed as much of his bloated cock into her mouth as she could. Her cheeks swelled out crazily. Her lips stretched to breaking point. But she got the head and several fat inches of cockmeat into her mouth and throat.
Terry meanwhile had slotted his thick cockhead between the lips of her pussy and was in the process of shoving the rest of his dick into her. She was as wet and greasy as if she'd been fucking for hours, and it was easy to cram two thirds of his prick in her curt. He began fucking her, hauling her back onto his prick with the rear loop of her garter belt.
"Like that, yeah. 'Fuck, what a dirty sight," Kendall crooned, yanking his with slightly faster strokes. "What a horny little bitch she is.
What a cock-teasing slut! Fuck her Terry. Glen, cram your cock down her cock-sucking throat. What a sight. Oh fuck!"
The two men did as they were told, but they never looked over at Kendall or said much. of anything to him. They acted almost as if he wasn't even in the room. Patsy was amazingly sexy, amazingly eager. They had enough on their plates keeping her happy. In and out of her they drove their cocks, never once missing a beat.
Patsy only thought vaguely of what she was doing. She too was very busy. She knew she was fucking and sucking two strange men at the same time. She had nearly two feet of cock stuffed inside her at any one time, it seemed. And she realized what a slut she must seem. From Kendall's point of view she must look like a whore or porno star. But she didn't really care. All her reluctance was gone.
It was strange, she thought. She could never predict how she would react in sexual situations. What seemed disgusting and perverted to her at one point had a way of thrilling her to her very roots some time later. It was weird. Who would have imagined her fucking and sucking two strange men at the same time? Men she'd never met before and might never meet again. Gad, how dirty and thrilling it all was!
Terry was jamming his cock into her now with deep, hard thrusts. He was bucking her forward again and again onto Glen's impossibly huge prick. She felt bloated, crammed with cock. Her body was wracked with it. And yet she was in perfect control. She could ram herself back against Terry steadily. And she could still use her tongue expertly on Glen's big cock. In a strange way she felt proud of her abilities.
"Let me fuck her for a while. I want to find you just how tight that sweet little pussy is," Glen grunted.
He stepped backwards and his cock was unplugged from Patsy's face. Her lips gaped wide and she gasped and gulped noisily.
Terry lunged into her half a dozen more times. She seemed to feel his cockhead way up in her chest somewhere. And then her cunt too was empty. Terry's cock snapped free and swung out into the air. The two men changed places, Glen between her legs and Terry at her face. But this time they flipped her over on her back.
"God, I love your cocks! They're so fucking big and thick and ugly! Fuck, I love your cocks!" she moaned.
She bounced up and down on her back on the bed. She hooked up her legs and spread them wide. Terry forced his cock down between her lips, cutting her off. Glen knelt between her legs and nosed his cockhead about in the soggy ragged folds of her cunt.
Her mouth was full of Terry's cock. She couldn't have cried out in discomfort even if she'd wanted to. And Glen nudged his cockhead and an inch of prick meat between her pussylips and into her cunt in one easy motion. He went slowly. He knew how thick his cock was. And inch after inch of amazingly bloated prick slid up Patsy's pussy. It looked impossible. But it was happening.
"Mmmmmm!" she hummed,, her throat stuffed with Terry's cockhead.
Her fist was wrapped around the base of the prick and she squeezed it tightly. Her fingers slid up and down on the cock base with steady motions.
"What a cock-teaser! Fuck, what a horny little slut!" Kendall grunted.
He had stood up at last. From his chair he couldn't see all the action now that the positions had changed. He stood to one side, gazing down at Patsy's cock-stuffed body. He pumped his cock steadily in his fist.
"It's going. She's taking the whole thing. Fuck!" Glen groaned.
More than half of his monster cock had disappeared up Patsy's cunt. Her pussylips were warped crazily around the ugly red bulk of it.
"She's a natural-born fucker and sucker," Terry put in matter-of-factly. "The little girl loves cock. She loves to fuck and suck. And she loved to tease too. Fuck, think you'd get her dressed up in this slut stuff if she didn't?"
He spread his legs wider on either side of Patsy's head and angled his cock down. Another bloated inch of cockmeat disappeared into her sucking face. His cock was bent like a huge banana. It curved down perfectly between her gulping lips. He could watch her throat bob and jump with the effort as she sucked on him.
"I told you guys, huh? I told you guys she was the hottest little slut I'd ever come across, didn't I?" Kendall put in.
He glanced from Glen to Terry and back again as he jerked off. His cock jutted up through his fist now in an angry red column. It was as though his afternoon ass-fuck with Patsy had never occurred.
"She's something. She's one hot piece," Glen groaned, ramming yet another thick inch of cockmeat up Patsy's cunt. "She's, so fucking wet and greasy. She's just oozing stuff!"
He paused finally with nearly all his cock stuffed up inside her. Then he began fucking her with slow, easy strokes, feeding her lengths of cock as if the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He let his hands roam up over her belly and caught finally at her lush rolling tit. He began to maul her lush tit as he fucked her, kneading it like a mound of dough.
"What a cock-teaser. What a hot bitch," Kendall croaked.
His prick, looked as though it was about to explode. He pumped it more slowly and tried not to squeeze it too hard. He gazed down at Patsy with a strange, tense look on his face. He watched the two men shove their cocks into her as if he could barely believe it was happening. Yet he'd organized the whole thing. It was his responsibility. She looked so small and helpless there on the bed between them, stuffed with cock. The sight of her made his balls ache.
"You not going to join us, man?" Terry grunted, glancing at Kendall and then back at his cock as it angled down between Patsy's lips. "Don't you want any of this action?"
"Soon. Real soon," Kendall answered. "First I want to watch you and Glen do something real special to her."
"Oh? And what might that be?" Glen gasped, pumping his ass up and down and feeding Patsy great thick lengths of cockmeat. Her poor cuntlips were warped way out of shape around the monster cock.
"Double-fuck her. Up the ass and up the cunt at the same time. That's what I want to see. Sandwich-fuck her. Fill both her sweet fuckholes up with your hard dicks." Kendall pumped his prick a couple of times for emphasis.
Patsy's mind reeled. Did he mean it? Was he serious? Did he really expect her to take both their cocks at the same time up her ass and up her cunt? Was such a thing even possible? Both men continued driving their cocks into her as if they hadn't heard him. She thought for a while that, it wouldn't happen after all. Then both cocks were suddenly pulled from her and eager hands were re-arranging her on the bed.
CHAPTER TEN
Glen lay on his back on the bed, his huge cock stuck up through his fist. Patsy squatted over him, her feet on either side, and lowered herself gradually. Terry supported her with his hands around her waist and Kendall directed the operation. She was dazed and weak in the knees, and but for Terry she might have tumbled over.
"A little to the left. Yeah," Kendall grunted. "Now, sit on it. Sit on his big cock. Stuff it inside you.
Patsy gripped the top of Glen's cock in her fingers and tilted it about in her crotch. Her legs were scissored on either side of him now and she was squatting low. The bloated cockhead scraped her thigh and she shifted it over slightly. Her gasping wet pussylips folded down over the cock tip.
"Sit on it! Sit on the fucking thing!" Kendall growled. He was watching closely as she nudged the head of the cock under the blonde tuft of her crotch hair.
Patsy sank downwards. She guided the cock with her fingers part of way and then let go altogether as the massive prick bulled into her. Her legs spread wider and wider on either side of Glen and bit by bit his cock disappeared. She closed her eyes. Her head rolled back. And she gave a deep sigh of satisfaction as she felt her crotch hair mesh with his.
"It in all the way? You got all of it?" Kendall asked, craning his neck to see.
"It's all up there, man. For fuck's sake," Glen gasped. His huge prick throbbed inside Patsy's cunt. He reached up and grabbed her tits in his hands and squeezed them hard.
"Okay, Terry. Fuck her up the ass," Kendall went on, moving down around back of Patsy where he could see the rest of the action. "Cram your big hard cock up her asshole. It's good and ready. I made sure of that earlier."
Terry was squatting behind her with his cock in his band. He bent his knees now, lowered himself, eased his crotch forward till his cockhead scraped against her asscheek. Both asschecks were split wide apart and the puckered ring of her asshole was clearly visible. He planted his cockhead against this and eased forward.
His cockhead and several inches of cockmeat disappeared at once. Terry was amazed. Not only did her ass offer no - resistance, but it seemed to suck him inside eagerly. Another two, three, four inches of cockmeat slid up her ass. He bent down lower and lower.
"All the way! All the way up her sweet little asshole!" Kendall grunted.
He crouched behind Terry and watched as his thick cock bulled its way up her ass. Below, all that was visible of Glen's cock were the two inches above the balls.
Patsy was forced forward on top of Glen. Her big tits heaved down and scraped across his chest, the nipples hard and hot and long. She clenched, her teeth as this second cock bulled into her, expecting it to hurt. But it didn't. It drilled up her asshole without any discomfort at all. All she felt was a lewd and dirty thrill knowing she had two cocks inside her at the same time.
"All the way! All the way up her cock-teasing ass!" Kendall croaked He watched as the last inch or so of Terry's cock disappeared up her asshole. Both men's balls now nestled together between her legs.
"So much cock! I fucking love it! So much cock!" she groaned. Her blonde hair tumbled down on either side of her face and grazed Glen's nose.
They all stayed quite still there on the bed for several seconds, each one adjusting to the weird coupling. Patsy in particular wanted to grab a breather and think about what was happening to her. Kendall moved from side to side, peering down between her cock-stuffed legs with a lewd smile on his face. His own prick bounced up and down between his legs.
"Fuck her! Fuck her up the ass and cunt at the same time! Cram her full of cock!" he croaked, tugging his cock slowly in his fist.
Slowly at first, Terry and Glen began to drive their cocks in and out of her, fucking her with even, gentle motions. She didn't have to do any work herself. She simply squatted there on top of Glen and let the two men provide all the friction. Their cocks drilled back and forth, in and out. They jammed into her in sequence.
She began to moan softly to herself. It really was the strangest feeling she'd ever experienced. She felt stuffed, crammed with cock. Her whole lower body felt like it was being wrenched apart. And yet it was a wonderful feeling. It wasn't really uncomfortable at all. It was dirty and kinky and thrilling.
"Fuck her deep! Cram your cocks into her!" Kendall urged. "Give it to the horny little cunt!"
The men did just that. Their jerking movements grew faster and harsher as time passed. Terry in particular drove his cock in and out of her ass with vicious lunges. His balls jumped and trembled and every now and then mashed against Glen's nuts below. Glen knifed his cock up into her cunt with solid humping motions.
"That's good! Fuck her like that! Sandwich fuck the sexy little slut!" Kendall croaked.
He watched both pricks slide in and out of her like pistons. He watched the jiggling ball sacs smack against each other.
Patsy began to feel a little faint between the two writhing men. They were so big, so strong, and their huge cocks throbbed and pounded inside her. She raised her head, lifted up a little off Glen's chest. She turned her head to one side and gulped in great mouthfuls of air. But in a matter of seconds Kendall was looming up in front of her.
"You want more cock, bitch?" he said. "You want more hot throbbing cock inside you? How about down your throat? How about in that sweet little pouty mouth of yours?"
Patsy's eyes widened as he climbed on the bed and swayed his big thick prick toward her face. She felt a quick flash of panic and she thought she heard herself cry out loud. But then he was rubbing his cockhead all over her pretty face, massing it into her cheeks and nose and forehead even while the other two men were still fuck her. She groaned deeply.
"Open up, baby! Open up those sweet teenaged lips and suck my big fat cock!" he leered. "I want you to take it deep. I want to shove my prick all the way down your throat!"
Patsy opened her mouth and before she knew it his big bloated cockhead was bulling between her lips and onto her tongue. Her lips closed automatically over the blazing cock and she was sucking, licking and tickling the cockhead with her tongue as he drove it in and out. Her nostrils flared as she fought for breath. Her cheeks swelled and hollowed and her eyes bulged.
She damn near swooned. It really was too much, she thought. Three cocks, three huge throbbing cocks inside her at the same time! She was stuffed, crammed, overwhelmed with cock. The hot prick meat pulsed and twitched and jerked her every which way. They'd choke her. They'd split her in half. They'd kill her with their huge fucking cock.
"Suck it baby! Suck it deep!" Kendall was saying. "Take it deep down that cute little throat of yours! Eat it!"
He pumped his cock back and forth, jammed it in and out of her mouth. He watched her cheeks balloon out and then hollow. And all the time her tongue tickled him, curling this way and That along the underside of his prick. Her free hand had come up to cup and tease the swinging sac of his balls.
The other two men fucked her cunt and ass in perfect rhythm. They rammed their cocks in and out, back and forth, as if they could keep it up all night. But from below there were gasps and groans. Glen was either in great pain, or he was going to cum any second. He knifed his cock into her wildly.
"Gonna cum! Gonna cum real soon!" he groaned, his face red and slick with sweat.
"Not yet! Hold it back!" Kendall ordered. "Don't shoot your stuff yet!"
"But Jesus Christ, man! Jesus Christ!"
came the reply.
Kendall fucked her face for another couple of seconds. Then, as if he'd come to some important decision, he pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet plop. He moved to one side, held his prick in his hand and began giving orders again.
"Lie her on her back. Jerk off in her face. I'm going to fuck her tits," he growled. "I bet the little bitch loves cum. I bet she just loves hot jizz all over her pretty teenaged face."
Terry and Glen stopped moving. They gasped and panted and slowly pulled their cocks from her. They shifted around and flipped her quickly aver onto her back. Then suddenly they were on either side of her, pointing their cocks out over her face. They began to jerk off, their cocks aimed at her mouth.
"Yet. Just like that. Jerk off all over her!" Kendall hissed.
He was climbing on top of her, straddling her, settling his ass down on her belly. He slotted his huge cock dawn between her tits and pressed both tits together harshly. He began to fuck her tits, driving his prick up and down the lush groove of her cleavage.
"Mr. Kendall ... why?" she muttered, glancing nervously from one cock to the next and then looking him directly in the eye. "Why do you want to cum in my face?"
Kendall bucked back and forth. "Because it turns me on, little girl. I like to see pretty young teenaged girls with faces drenched in cum. It gets me excited."
He mauled her tits roughly with his fingers, pressed them tight over his bulling prick. One of her nipples was bent inwards and he could feel it scraping roughly against his bloated cockshaft. His balls roiled over her rib cage. His cockhead, swollen and purple, shot so far out from her tits on each stroke that it bumped her under her chin.
"Open your mouth. Suck the head of my cock," he said, not missing a beat. "I want to feel those sweet lips of yours one more time." Obediently Patsy tilted her head down, opened her mouth. And now each time he lunged his cock forward the purple head disappeared between her sweet red lips. She stared up at him with her big blue eyes and tried to figure out how close he was to cumming.
"You ready for a mouthful, baby? You ready for a mouthful and a fateful of hot cum?" he grunted.
He rammed his cock back and forth between her tits faster and faster. The cockhead slid in and out of her mouth.
He jerked forward one last time, and there was a wet splattering sound as his first cum-wad shot over her tongue and into her throat. Her eyes rolled in panic. She stared up at him as if looking for guidance. And then she was opening her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue, welcoming the hot jets of silver cum as they spurted from his cock.
The cum-jets were huge and strong. The first two slithered over her tongue and filled her mouth completely. And already she was gagging, slurping, spilling thick knots of jizz from her sweet lips. It poured down her checks on either side of her mouth and spilled down her chin. It dripped and drained down onto her neck.
The third jet hit her teeth and splintered off in all directions, spraying her face with white foam. There was suddenly a thick rope of cum draped all over her teeth and top lip, like wax. And it dripped back into her mouth messily, coating her tongue. She wanted to close her mouth, to shut out the hot jets. But she didn't have the nerve. She gulped and swallowed and stared, up at Kendall tensely.
He tilted his cock slightly, and a monster jet of spunk fountained up her face just to the left of her nose; it curled around her eye socket, shot along her eye brow, and went slithering off over her forehead and into her hair. She clenched shut her eye in self defense just at the last second.
"Look at that! Sonovabitch!" Terry grunted, still jerking off steadily. He glared down at the silver stripe curving up Patsy's face.
But then another jet of cum spurted from Kendall's cock, and this one went splattering up the right side of her face like foam from a champagne bottle. It crossed her mouth and her cheek and slopped messily over her right eye, sealing the long lashes together. It then crossed her forehead and ended up looped in her blonde hair like a strip of silver cloth.
And still he wasn't finished. He shot another jet into her mouth, and another down her left cheek toward her temple. Then one last spurt went bouncing over her nose and across her cheek bone. His hand squeezed and jerked on his thick cock and as the greasy white dregs of cum oozed out he let them splash and splatter down onto the parts of her face that he hadn't covered. Huge silver circles splotched onto her face.
"Look at that! Oh fuck!" Terry croaked.
He urged his cock closer to her splattered face, ran his hand along it quickly. His cockhead was maybe two inches from her cheek.
"Splatter her good! Cover the little bitch with cum!" Kendall urged, still milking the dregs from his prick. A circle of white the size of a silver-dollar splotched onto the side of her nose.
Terry's cock suddenly exploded. It shot off a long white streamer of cum that crossed her face from ear to ear. Patsy seemed to wince as the heavy load hit her. But instead of turning her head away she tilted toward the spurting cock. She waited patiently for the next jet of hot cum to hit her.
"Sonovabitch! Oh fuck!" Terry croaked. His fist was a blur on his cock as he whacked off.
He spurted a stream of cum across her forehead. The jizz hung there like a white headband an inch and a half below her hair-line. Then he tilted his cock down and shot a ribbon of cum across one eye and over her nose. The jet crossed the cum already deposited by Kendall, forming a weird pattern. He moved lower, pointing his cock directly at her mouth.
But just as he shot his first cum load across her lips Glen started shooting from the other side. And for the next few seconds both cocks spurted at each other just inches above Patsy's drooling lips. Jets of cum met in mid-air and crashed down across her mouth. Gamely, she opened her lips wide and accepted all they had to give her.
"Splatter her! Splatter the bitch!" Kendall yelled, still draining his own cock into the hollow of her neck. He couldn't take his eyes off her soiled face.
Glen aimed his cock down and shot a huge tracer of cum into her mouth. Terry followed suit, but missed the mark as often as he hit it. Glob after glob of spunk fired between her lips, but just as much slopped down her cheeks like spilled milk. Patsy swallowed as best she could, but mostly she simply squished the cum about on her tongue and waited for the downpour to end.
Terry spurted one more jet. It looped across her tongue and fell across her jawline. Then he too was finished, and like Kendall he milked his cock with steady tugs, letting the hot silver blobs spatter her cheek and chin. The cum dripped from his cock tip like thick jelly.
Glen was the only one still spurting, and after he'd fired off one more jet into her mouth he began tilting his cock every which way, making sure the last few clear spots on Patsy's skin were well and truly splattered. He hit her checks, her nose, her forehead. And he spurted at least two jets across her eyes, matting the long lashes together with gooey jizz.
"Look at that! Oh fuck!" Terry croaked. "Splatter the bitch. Splatter her," hissed Kendall.
Glen poked his cockhead into her cheek. And his last couple of jets sprayed off in all directions. Then he let his cock rest across her right eye while it drained out its dregs. Globs of cum slopped down her temple and into her hair. A thick wad rolled down over her ear.
"What a hot bitch. What a sleazy cocksucking slut," Kendall wheezed.
He was glaring down at Patsy's mouth, and the great silver cum-pool that had formed there. He couldn't see her tongue or her teeth for cum. The oval of her mouth was a wild pool of white.
The three men squatted around her face, their drained and drooled cocks hanging down over her. Occasionally a heavy glob of white drooled down onto her cheek, but all three cocks had long since quit spurting. Kendall rested his prick on her chin. Terry wrapped his in her hair and began wiping it off, cleaning it. Glen's cock still rested across one eye.
"She's covered in it! She s fucking covered in cum!" Terry groaned "Look at her! Look at her face!"
Patsy really was a mess. Every inch of her pretty face was soiled and splattered with silver spunk. The globs and streamers had merged, flowed together, so that parts of her face shone brightly, as if she was wearing a weird mask. Her nose was disfigured under great silver gobs of the stuff and her eyes and mouth were under thick pools of it.
One nostril was clogged, and she had a hard time breathing. But apart from that she wasn't too uncomfortable. She lay there quite still, quite passive under the three heavy cocks. All her earlier panic had gone and now all she felt was a strange sense of peace, as if she'd just undergone a crazy grueling test and had come through with flying colors.
She barely listened to the three men as they grunted and cursed and called her names. She just lay there and rested. If she moved she could feel the heavy pools of cum shifting about on her skin. It was a weird sensation. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
She tried to think about what had just happened to her, about what she'd just let three horny men do to her. But it was difficult organizing her thoughts. She wasn't really disgusted. At least she didn't think so. She wasn't even shocked anymore. All she felt was a sense of quiet excitement. And this was because she'd just done something that few women had, she was sure. She'd done something special.
After this, she thought, nothing could shock her about sex, about what men liked to do to women and girls. No matter how wild, how kinky her sex life got after this, it wouldn't disturb her. She would be free from now on of all shock. She almost smiled. She felt a strange sense of pride flow through her.
And even all the name calling wouldn't bother her. She could hear the three men vaguely. They were calling her cunt and bitch and slut and cock-sucker. But she didn't mind. It was all part of fucking, she realized. She could take it just the way she'd taken their hot cum, head-on and in the face.
The thought of John Hunt popped into her head suddenly. Even he had called her names when she'd sucked him off. She wondered if she would bother seeing him again. If she wanted to, she could have him as a steady boyfriend, she realized. But who needed a steady boyfriend when all the horny older men in the neighborhood were available? Guys like Warren and Kendall were just drooling to fuck her.
She shifted slightly on the bed, and she felt the layer of cum on her face slithering about. There was a warm wet trickling sensation in her ear. More cum dripped down her neck. Her mouth was still full, she realized, and spunk slopped from her lips in the thick trails.
She gulped a great heavy mouthful of cum to her belly. And then she really did smile. For some reason she felt like laughing out loud. She brought up her hands, curled her fingers around the cocks hanging over her cheeks. She squeezed them and began rubbing the fat heads into her face. Her drooling mouth opened and searched about from left to right. When she found Kendall's cock she closed her lips on the head and began sucking.
