When Connie Smith arrived at the Crawford house, the door was opened by a man she'd never seen before. He was middle-aged and very handsome, and he stared at her tits so long and hard that she blushed with embarrassment. The pretty teenager felt almost naked in front of him.
"I'm Connie, the babysitter," she muttered shyly. "Mr. Crawford said to be here by eight thirty."
He didn't say a word. He just kept staring at the big beautiful tits swelling out the front of her T-shirt. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off them, and she glanced down in confusion. The cotton was stretched taut over the bulging mounds, and she knew her stubby nipples were visible through her sheer bra.
"Yes, come on in," he said at last, stepping to one side. "I'm Ron, Mr. Crawford's brother. I'm visiting here for a few days. He and Marge are still getting ready."
He followed her down the hall, and Connie could feel his eyes on her the whole time, taking in her trim little ass and the cute wriggle of her perfectly rounded hips. The pretty blush on her face grew deeper as she sat on the couch in the living room and looked at him.
"Well, Phil told me you were pretty." He grinned at her. "But you're more than that, aren't you? You're really a gorgeous little thing."
He continued smiling at her for a while, then dropped his eyes again to her heavy tits. Connie wished she hadn't worn such a tight T-shirt. She tugged her short skirt down an inch or two, but she couldn't hide her lovely slender legs. She tried to think of something to say to distract him.
"I didn't know Mr. Crawford had a brother," she said finally. "In all the time I've been babysitting, he never mentioned you."
"He's probably ashamed of me." He smiled, coming to sit by her on the couch. "I'm not a stable family man like he is. I was divorced twice before I was thirty."
He moved closer to her, till she could feel the warmth of his thigh against hers. And for one crazy second she thought he was going to take her in his arms and kiss her. But he seemed content just to sit and stare at her. She felt her heart begin to pound slowly. She'd never been this close to a good-looking older man before.
He looked very much like his younger brother Phil, now that she thought about it. And that was part of the problems. Connie had been hung up on Phil Crawford for weeks now, almost from the first night she came babysitting for him and his wife. She'd longed for him to pay her the kind of attention Ron was now paying her. And of course he never had.
But having Ron flatter her like this was almost as good. He wasn't half as nice as his brother, she realized. Ron Crawford obviously had only one thing on his mind. But he was just as dreamy-looking and sexy. And if she closed her eyes, she could pretend it was Phil and not Ron leaning close to her on the couch.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Connie?" he whispered suddenly. "Do you let him play with those big beautiful tits of yours?"
Connie gasped out loud and stared at him. For a second she wondered if she'd heard right. Her mouth opened and closed. She tried to think of something to say, but no words came. Her heart pounded crazily. She felt she was on the threshold of something very adult and exciting.
Fortunately she didn't have to reply. Mrs. Crawford chose that moment to enter the room and announce to Ron that they had to leave right away. They were already late for the party, and Phil was out in the car waiting for them she said. She nodded coolly at Connie but didn't say anything to her.
"You two go on ahead without me. I'll follow in my own car," Ron replied. "There's something I have to do here first. It can't wait."
He had jumped up from the couch as his sister-in-law entered the room. Now he stood there looking confused and patting his pockets, as if he were trying to remember where he'd put something important.
Mrs.Crawford sighed and glared at him wearily.
"Well don't be late. And don't get lost," she whined. "Do you have the address written down?"
Ron assured her that he had, and without even saying goodbye, Mrs. Crawford was gone. There was the sound of a car backing out of the driveway, and then everything was quiet. Ron looked over at Connie and grinned wickedly.
"Do you really have something to do?" she asked, knowing in advance what the answer would be.
"Of course not. I just wanted to get rid of the bitch. I don't want to go to this stinking party anyway. I'd much rather stay here and get to know a certain teenaged babysitter with a stunning body."
Connie blushed yet again. But she was flattered and excited by his attention. Why, he had to be forty-three, forty-four years old, yet he acted as if she were a mature and desirable woman. He looked at her as if she were the most beautiful girl he'd seen.
"Actually, there is something I've got to do. And that's measure those tits of yours." He smiled. "Come on, I have to see if they're for real."
He didn't wait for her to reply. He reached over and grabbed her hand, then hauled her quickly down the hall and into a room that Mrs. Crawford used for sewing. It was obviously being used as a guest room while Ron was visiting. In one corner was a bed. His suitcase stood to one side.
He set Connie in the middle of the room and fumbled about in a drawer for several seconds. Finally he hauled out a rolled-up tape measure and turned to grin at her lewdly. He swiftly looped the tape around her shoulder blades and out in front of her. His fingers held it firmly against her nipples.
"Thirty-eight inches. I don't believe it. Your tits measure thirty-eight fucking inches," he gasped. His fingers pressed the tape more firmly against her springy tits and he looked her directly in the eye.
"I could have told you that," she whispered shyly.
She was blushing yet again, partly because of the dirty words he was using, and partly because the touch of his fingers on her tits was sending sparks through her. No one had ever touched her like this before, and it felt wonderful. She didn't want him to move his hands off her heaving tits.
"I don't believe it. You're going to have to take off your T-shirt and bra, so that I can see for myself if they're for real." And he let the tape slip down around her waist, and then further, till it was around her hips. He took careful readings at each place.
Connie stood there passively, her heart pounding. All kinds of strange, exciting feelings were rushing through her. Her nipples were tingling. They were getting stiffer and harder in her bra, she could tell. Now that he was holding the tape just above her crotch, there was a sweet sensation between her legs as well.
"I don't believe it," he said. "Fuck, little girl, you've got the body of a porno star here. Take off your top. I've got to see these tits in all their glory."
He unwound the tape from around her hips and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her. He spoke as if what he asked was the most natural thing in the world, but Connie wasn't so sure. Little warning voices in the back of her head told her she was in new and dangerous territory.
"Go ahead. Don't be shy," he encouraged. "Surely you've shown off those terrific tits to some lucky guy before now."
That did it. The last thing Connie wanted was for him to think of her as an inexperienced little girl. She crossed her arms, clutched at her tight T-shirt, and hauled it quickly up and over her head. Her bright blonde hair was mussed prettily around her achingly lovely face.
Her tits bulged lewdly from the cups of a flimsy white, lace bra. They were pressed together tightly, like over-filled balloons. Through the sheer material he could see the dark circles of her areolas and the stubs of her nipples. His cock twitched nervously in his pants.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered softly. He couldn't take his eyes off the swelling, oozing tits.
"There, are you satisfied? Now do you believe they're for real?" She stared at him with her big innocent, blue eyes. She had unhooked her bra and let her tits fall free. She was completely naked from the waist up.
"Jesus Christ," he repeated. And then he moaned softly under his breath.
They were, quite simply, the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. Not only were they big, and full, and heavy, but they were perfectly shaped, like huge pears. The lower, paler parts curved up in lovely swells toward two perfect, puffy circles the size of silver dollars. And on top of these were two half-inch-long, rock-hard nipples jutting to the ceiling. His mouth watered.
"They're fucking gorgeous. And definitely for real," he admitted, his voice tense. "Now take off your skirt. I want to see the rest of you."
Again the warning voices sounded in Connie's head. She was half-naked in a bedroom with a sexy man old enough to be her father. Who knew what would happen if she did as he told her and stripped all the way? She should refuse. She should say no and leave the room right away. That's what any sensible girl her age would do.
"I'm not sure I should," she said lamely, feeling childish and silly. Her fingers hesitated at the zipper of her skirt.
"Take off your skirt," he ordered, his voice stern for the first time. Obviously he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Connie unzipped the skirt and let it slip softly down her slender legs. She draped it over a nearby chair and stood in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, white panties. She blushed yet again. She knew that through the nearly transparent material, he could see the sparse blonde bush of her cunt mound.
"You're perfect. Fucking perfect. I've never seen such a gorgeous body in my whole life," he mumbled, as if talking to himself. "Take off your panties. Pull down your pretty panties for Uncle Ron."
Connie looked into his face for some hint of a smile as he said this, but there was none. He was deadly serious now, and a fine layer of sweat had broken out on his brow. There was a light in his eyes she hadn't seen before, and his breathing seemed to have quickened.
She ignored the last of her warning voices and hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. She bent over slightly as she pushed them down, and her big tits swayed out heavily in front of her. She almost fell over when the panties got caught stretched between her knees, but she righted herself. Soon she was standing in front of him, completely naked. It was the first time a man had ever seen her this way.
"Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful," he growled, his eyes taking in every inch of her lush teenaged body. "Come here. Let Uncle Ron get a closer look at you."
He held out his hand, and slowly, self-consciously, she crossed the few feet of carpet to the side of the bed. She felt his hands circle her tiny waist, then trace around back of her and down. His fingers smoothed down over the trim, perfectly shaped globes of her ass. He began to squeeze and caress the firm flesh gently.
"Such sweet tits," he grunted. And he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip to one solidly erect nipple. He circled his tongue around and around the rock-hard nipple, teasing her. Finally, he sank his whole mouth onto the swollen tit and began to suck shamelessly.
"Mr. Crawford! Ooooh!" she moaned. Sparks of pleasure were shooting into her tit. She glared down at the top of his head, scarcely believing what he was doing to her.
He was damn near chewing on her nipple, using his lips and tongue and teeth to draw the swollen stub up to its full height. His hands squeezed and kneaded the cheeks of her ass, pulling her firmly to him. Connie felt herself grow weak in the knees. She was experiencing feelings she'd never had before in her whole life.
"Mr. Crawford, you're sucking me!" she gasped. "You're sucking my titty! Oooooh!"
"Fucking right," he grunted, spitting the first nipple from his lips. It jutted up wetly now, nearly an inch into the air. "And that's not all I'm going to suck before I'm through."
He sank his mouth over her second nipple, taking in the entire areola and quite a hunk of tit-flesh at the same time. He began sucking noisily, like a man with his first meal in days. One hand had sunk down deep between the cheeks of her ass, and she felt a strong finger probing and poking at the entrance to her asshole. She squirmed about in front of him, not sure what to do.
Finally she circled his shoulders with her arms. She had to, in order to support herself. Her knees felt weak and wobbly and she was scared she'd sink in a heap to the floor. Her big tits heaved against his face. He was chewing her nipple as if his life depended on it.
Suddenly his strong arm was circling her waist, and he spit out her nipple abruptly. Her feet left the ground. He was lifting her, twisting her around, flopping her down on her back on the bed. Her big tits wobbled and separated. Her legs seemed to fall wide apart without her willing them to. He was grinning down at her with a lewd, wicked smile.
"Spread your legs wide, baby. Uncle Ron's going to eat your sweet cunt!" And without another word he dipped his head and began licking her belly, her cunt bush, her upper thighs. He left trails of saliva all over her flawless brown skin.
Eat her cunt? Connie wondered what he meant. Surely he wasn't going to lick her, to kiss her down there, between her legs? But he was. He was. She could feel his mouth on the pulpy lips of her pussy. His fingers were touching the lips, prying them apart. And then his tongue was dipping inside her, licking and teasing all the oily pink flesh. Mr. Crawford was licking her pussy. He was eating her cunt.
"Oh Mr. Crawford! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Sweet melty feelings were soaring up between her legs. Her belly fluttered wildly.
He still had one hand lodged firmly between the cheeks of her ass, and now he began corkscrewing his middle finger against the puckered ring of her asshole. The finger slid past the first knuckle, and the second. Soon he had his long middle finger firmly embedded up her ass. He could control her now.
The fingers of his other hand held her puffy wet cuntlips wide apart. He had a perfect view of her inner pussy and all the bright, pink flesh oozing out at him. He licked up one side and down the other and then probed his tongue deep up her cunthole. She began to squirm and wriggle like a wild girl. And there were whimpering sounds coming from her throat.
"Mr. Crawford! Oooooh, Mr. Crawford!"
Her eyes were closed tight. She couldn't believe she was feeling so good. Then without warning she thought of his brother Phil, the man she'd had a crush on for so long. If she concentrated real hard, she could imagine it was Phil eating her pussy, Phil corkscrewing his finger about up her ass. And these thoughts only made the strange feelings stronger. She felt faint, as if she'd pass out from all the pleasure pouring through her.
"Mr. Crawford, I feel so funny! I feel so nice!" she raved. She raised her ass up off the bed and mashed her pussy onto his face.
He sucked and slobbered on her cunt, showing her no mercy. And when he finally located the erect bud of her clit, he licked it hungrily. She went wild, squirming and writhing on the bed crazily. If he hadn't had his finger lodged firmly up her ass, he'd have lost control of her. She might not know it, but the little girl was cumming, and cumming hard.
"Mr. Crawford! Oh God! I feel so good!" she whimpered. She humped her pussy back and forth on his mouth.
Her cunt was wide open. The sweet-smelling teenaged pussy was oozing and gaping onto his sucking mouth. Oily cum-juice soaked his chin, his lips, his cheeks. Her cunt bush was matted with gooey slime. Connie's body was arched high off the bed. Only her shoulders and her feet touched the cover.
"Eat me, Mr. Crawford! Eat my pussy, please!" she yelled. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop! I love it! Oh God!"
And he stayed with her, corkscrewing his finger around up her ass and licking and sucking her gaping pussy without letup. He wanted to leave her limp. He wanted her to be passive and ready for anything by the time he got through with her.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" she whimpered, her voice a low croak. She sounded as if she were about to burst into tears.
He sucked her clit hard. He nipped at it with his teeth and tongue. And her cries of pleasure grew louder and more desperate. She was bucking her hips up and down, crushing her cunt onto his mouth again and again. Until finally she gave one last lunge that damn near snapped his head off. Then she sank back onto the bed, exhausted.
He stayed with her for some time, chewing still on her oozing cunt. He listened closely as her cries became softer and softer. There was an occasional quiver from her pussy, and her thighs opened and closed nervously about his head. But the worst seemed to be over. He raised his greasy face from her pussy finally and grinned at her.
"Did you enjoy that, little girl? Did you enjoy having your sweet cunt sucked?" He grunted. "It sure looks like it. Your cunt's an oily, sticky mess. What do you say we clean it up before we go any further? Why don't we shave off all this wet pussy hair, for starters?"
Chapter 2
Connie gazed at him, not fully understanding. She lay on the bed in a heap, her legs spread wide, her cunt open and glistening. She was still in a daze from her climax, and she was barely listening to him. When he left the room briefly, she closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep.
But her doze didn't last long. She snapped awake and propped herself up on one elbow as she felt something wet and warm being spread all over her pussy. Ron Crawford was crouched between her legs, a spray can of shaving cream in one hand. He was smoothing lather all over her pussy hair, and down between her thighs.
Then, before she could protest, he was moving a safety razor about on her skin, scraping off great wet hunks of hair. It was the weirdest sensation, and if she hadn't been so shocked, she would have laughed out loud. The razor tickled as it moved expertly over her crotch.
"I want a nice smooth cunt when I fuck you," he said. "Nice and smooth and clean. You understand?"
Connie's mind was totally alert and clear now. And she stared at him with wide eyes. Up to this point, all she'd thought about was her own pleasure. She'd been carried away with all the sweet sensations running through her. But what about him? He must have been getting more and more excited the whole time. He needed relief too. It had just never occurred to her that he'd get it by fucking her.
"You've gotten me all hot, letting me eat this sweet little pussy of yours." He scraped up a swath of lather and hair, wiping it on a towel. "My balls are aching. My cock's nice and thick and ready for you."
He finished scraping the lather and hair from her pussy mound, and concentrated on the more delicate job of shaving alongside her gaping pussy. He forced her thighs wide apart for this, and pushed the pulpy lips of her cunt to one side. He moved the razor expertly, leaving the skin clean and fresh and pink. Connie felt no more than pleasant tickling sensations the whole time.
"What a pretty pussy. It sure looks ready for cock," he said at last, wiping the towel about in her crotch. "Your cuntlips are going to look great wrapped around my big prick."
He gazed down admiringly at her cunt, amazed that the lips could be so swollen and enlarged. Two thick hunks of flesh had folded open like flaps on a package. They were triangular-shaped and very ragged, and they joined together at the top in a thick hood that covered her clit. Deep inside, he could see all kinds of shining pink flesh waiting to fold over his thick hard-on.
He stood up, put the razor and the spray can and the towel to one side. Then, quite casually, as if he had all the time in the world, he began to undress. Connie watched, fascinated, as he kicked off his shoes, and peeled off his shirt and socks. When he unzipped his fly and dropped his pants, her heart skipped a beat. His shorts bulged out dangerously.
"Are you really going to, you know, fuck me?" she asked shyly, as if she had no say in the matter. She watched him shove down his shorts and step from them.
"What else am I going to do with this?" He grinned, pointing to his crotch. He stood there for a moment in front of her, completely naked.
Connie gulped nervously. From a dark forest of pubic hair hung a great thick hunk of cock nearly nine inches long. It was impossible to tell if it was erect or not, because it was obviously so heavy. It didn't stick up straight to the ceiling. It didn't even point straight out from his crotch. It kind of loomed out and down, with its purple head glistening. There were two thick blue veins throbbing in its side.
"Well, what do you think? You like my big thick cock?" He smiled, moving around the bottom of the bed. "Do you think you can handle it?"
"I guess so," Connie muttered, not sounding very sure. She shifted about nervously on the bed, watching his every move. His huge prick bounced up and down in front of her.
He was on his knees between her legs, and suddenly he grabbed hold of his cock and moved his hand up and down on it slowly. She watched in amazement as the shaft seemed to grow even longer. She could also see the huge bloated sac of his balls, and she noticed that the heavy nuts were flexing as he pulled on his cock. In spite of her nervousness, she was very curious about them, and about his cock. She wished he would let her examine them closely.
"Open your legs wide. Spread them apart," he instructed gently. He ran his free hand up the inside of her smooth thigh and touched his fingers to the rubbery folds of cunt-flesh.
Connie did as she was told, and she propped herself up on both elbows now and gazed down toward his cock. She swore the shaft was growing longer. It seemed to be almost ten or eleven inches from cock-head to pubic hair. She didn't want to think ahead to when he had it inside her. She was sure it was going to be very uncomfortable.
"Just relax and you won't feel a thing," he soothed, sounding just like her dentist. "Your cunt's big enough and wet enough to take anything, so don't worry."
He eased himself down, cock in hand, and poked the purple head against the swollen folds of cunt-flesh. He steered the tip around and around, folding her cuntlips every which way. He was quite content to take his time. He wanted to let her get used to the feel of his giant prick.
Connie's crotch began to tingle all over again. The sweet melty sensations were returning. And she spread her legs wider and began squirming on the bed. His huge cock-head felt so nice against her pussy. It wasn't uncomfortable at all. In fact she wanted more of it. She tried to wriggle down closer to him, so that his cock would go deeper.
"Feels good, huh? My cock feels nice on your bald little cunt?" He leered. He forced his cock-head up and down between her rubbery cuntlips.
"Yes. Mmmmmm. Yes!" she moaned, wriggling about some more.
Her cuntlips were slowly folding themselves over his purple cock-head, and he eased himself forward gently till the shiny dome had disappeared completely. He waited a second and then eased forward some more. Maybe an inch of solid cock-shaft vanished inside her. The rubbery pussylips were warping out of shape over his cock like some gross mouth.
"More! Shove some more inside me!" she urged. She could see his huge cock angling down steadily below the pale patch of skin where her pussy hair used to be.
He nudged another inch of prick between her greasy cuntlips. And another. And now he could let go the lower shaft and watch with her as the rest of the cock slowly disappeared. He was amazed at how smoothly his prick was sliding up inside her. There was no resistance at all. And she was obviously feeling no discomfort. He let another inch slip inside her.
"So nice! It feels so nice!" she cooed, gazing down between her legs. More than half his giant cock had disappeared up her cunt. And so far she felt nothing but pleasure.
"See what I mean, baby? Your cunt is big enough and wet enough to take anything," he hissed. He bulled another two inches of steel-hard cock up into her pussy.
"Oooooh yes! Oooooh yes!" she agreed. She bit her bottom lip gently and her eyelids grew droopy.
When she opened her eyes fully again and stared down between her legs, she was surprised that there was no more cock left to see. His pubic hair was nestled on top of her bald patch and he was grinning at her wickedly. He was leaning down more heavily on top of her, till his belly settled on hers. He gripped one of her huge wobbly tits in his hand.
"It's all inside you, baby. Every last inch of my big hard cock," he announced proudly, gazing into her eyes. "Does it feel good? Does it feel good up your sweet sucking cunt?"
"Oh yes! Oh God, yes!" she bleated. She reached up and stroked his forearms, feeling the strength of him.
"Wrap your legs around in back of me. Tuck me inside you good and tight," he instructed. "I'm about to take you for a little ride."
Connie did as she was told, folding her lovely slender legs over the backs of his thighs. She gazed up at him dreamily, wondering just how much better this could get. He was squeezing her tits hard again, and the rock-hard nipples were tingling. She waited patiently, his huge cock throbbing in her pussy.
He began slowly, pumping his ass up and down and letting his prick slide in and out of her with short, gentle strokes. Only gradually did he increase the pace. He stared down at her the whole time, watching for any tell-tale signs of discomfort. There were none. She was taking to fucking like a natural. And if she could take a cock this size, she could take anything.
"We're fucking! You're fucking me!" she grunted, as if she couldn't really believe it. A radiant smile broke out on her face. She looked absolutely beautiful.
"That's right, little girl. You've got a big hard cock inside you and you're getting fucked. How do you like it?"
"So nice! So good! So fucking good!" she groaned.
She hooked her ankles together in back of him and snaked her arms around under his shoulder blades. She drew him tighter to her and humped her flat brown belly up into his. He let go her tits and his chest sank down onto them. Their faces were inches apart and they stared into each other's eyes hungrily. He could hardly believe his luck in getting to fuck someone so pretty and so young.
"Is this your first time?" he asked her softly, knowing the answer already.
"Yes!" she admitted. "And I love it! I just love it!"
He humped her harder and harder, pumping his pale ass up and down crazily. He felt his cock still expanding inside her, growing to its full length and thickness. He wondered vaguely how long he could keep this up. Her cunt was sucking at his prick, massaging it in its tight grip. His balls grew heavy as they smacked into the crook of her thighs again and again.
"Fuck me like that! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep!" she moaned.
He began fucking her harshly now, confident she could take every inch and more. He angled his cock to the left and to the right, making sure he carved her wide open. Her sweet young face grew tense and then glazed over. He knew she was very close to cumming yet again.
"Tell me what it feels like. Talk to me while I fuck you," he growled, his voice hoarse. His ass was a pale blur of motion now, he was fucking her so fast.
"So good. Your cock feels so good inside me," she panted, doing her best to get the words out. "It's so big. Your cock's so big and hard. I can feel it way up under my titties."
He grinned at her and knifed his prick deep. He was ramming his cock in to the hilt on each stroke, till his balls nestled against her ass. And wet sucking sounds were rising from their meshed crotches. His prick glistened with the gooey wet slime oozing from her pussy.
"I feel so funny again." She sighed. "I feel so melty and funny each time you shove your big ugly cock inside me. Ooooooh, it feels so nice."
"You're going to cum again. Say it! Say the dirty words!"
"Cum again. I'm going to cum again," she mouthed slowly.
"Me too," he announced after another thirty seconds of solid fucking. "I'm going to cum too. Going to spurt my steaming hot cum up your sweet sucking cunt."
"Your cum?" she asked, only vaguely aware of what he was talking about. "You're going to shoot cum up my cunt?"
"Up your sweet teenaged cunt," he groaned. And suddenly he stopped dead, his cock buried to the hilt up her wet cunt. He clung to her as if his life depended on it.
Connie felt a wet, flooding sensation deep inside her, and she looked into his eyes anxiously. His cock was spurting something out into her pussy, she knew. It was hot and thick. She wished she could see it. She wished she could watch his cock spurt whatever it was spurting.
"Up your cunt. Cumming up your sweet teenaged cunt," he moaned. And suddenly he was all motion again, burying his prick again and again up her cunt.
He shot off one monster wad of cum. And another. And another. He flooded her insides with steaming hot jizz. He had planned to withdraw, to shoot his semen across her belly and between her tits. But he couldn't bring himself to pull out. He rammed into her time and time again, emptying his balls into her hot teen-aged pussy.
"I feel it! I can feel your hot cum!" Connie bleated. And that's all she could say for the moment. For she was cumming too. Her cunt was melting around his hard spurting prick.
Another jet of cum flooded her insides. And another. Until her cunt was awash with hot sperm. It overflowed and poured from her pussy in torrents, soiling her upper thighs and drooling into the crack of her ass. Spunk hung off his prick in strings each time he pulled back into the open.
He stayed inside her a long time, till his cock was drained and limp as a noodle. Only then did he withdraw completely and lay his prick onto her belly like a landed fish. Her cuntlips gaped wide, still warped into a huge oval the shape of his prick. A great shimmering wall of silver spunk poured out of her pussy in a steady torrent.
"Did it feel nice?" Connie murmured when at least she could speak. "Did it feel good to shoot off your cum up my shaved teenaged cunt?"
"Baby, you'll never know how good it felt," he grunted, smiling at her words. "It was like a dream come true."
Eventually he climbed up off her and padded slowly to the bathroom, his still thick cock swaying out in front of him. Connie watched him go, and then stared at the ceiling for a while. Finally she sat up straight and gazed down between her legs. Sticky white slime was smeared everywhere on her thighs and the cheeks of her ass. There were smudges of it on her lower belly where he'd laid his cock after withdrawing.
Her eyes wide with wonder, Connie gripped the puffy, outer lips of her cunt and pulled them apart. Then she watched, fascinated, as glob after glob of thick silver cum poured out her gaping cunt-hole.
Chapter 3
Ron Crawford left for the party eventually, and Connie had the rest of the evening to think over what had happened between them. It was hard for her to believe that she'd let him do such dirty things to her. She was not by nature a wild or daring girl. In fact she thought of herself as shy, and not very sexy.
Yet she'd stripped naked for him. She'd let him eat her pussy and shave off her pussy hair. She'd even let him fuck her and shoot his hot white cum deep inside her. What had come over her? He acted as though he wouldn't take no for an answer, but she could have refused to go any further at any point. If she'd really wanted to, that is.
But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to do sexy things to her. She actually begged him not to stop fucking her, she recalled with a blush. Feelings were aroused in her that she never knew existed. Was it all because he looked so much like his brother? Was it because she imagined it was Phil, and not Ron, that ate her pussy and fucked her silly?
Connie wasn't sure. She was confused. And when all three Crawfords returned from their party late that evening, she was so embarrassed she couldn't look any of them in the eye. She mumbled excuses and left the house in a hurry, refusing even to accept Phil's kind offer of a ride home. Ron winked at her as she rushed past him.
She didn't sleep very well. Her dreams were full of huge red cocks exploding inside her. But the next day was Sunday, and she had nothing to do but relax. When her friend Daryl dropped by in the afternoon and asked her to go for a ride, she accepted gratefully. A spin out of town would keep her mind occupied.
Or so she thought. The problem was, since her new experience she found herself looking at Daryl in a different light. He wasn't really a boyfriend. They hadn't even necked at this point. But he was a nice boy her own age, and she trusted him. For the first time she was very much aware that he was male, and he had a cock down there between his legs, just like Ron Crawford.
She found herself wondering what it was like. Would it be big and thick and ugly, like Ron's? Or would it be small and pink and boyish? She felt a great curiosity about it. She couldn't help it. And as soon as she could, she steered the conversation around to sex.
"Have you made it with very many girls, Daryl?" she yelled at him over the throb of his souped-up engine. The question was out before she had time to think twice about it.
The car swerved slightly to the shoulder of the road and spit up gravel as Daryl turned to look at her. He actually blushed, and Connie smiled at him warmly in encouragement. She found it really nice that a boy could actually blush over a question about sex. She liked him all the better for it.
"Jesus Christ, Connie, what a question. I haven't really made it with anyone. At least not properly."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, last month I was out with Carol Seaton. And she, you know, jerked me off. That was all."
"Really? You mean she pulled on your thing? You let her do that?" There was a playful light in Connie's eyes.
"Sure." He turned to glance at her again. He wondered why she was asking about this stuff all of a sudden.
"Did you cum? Did you, you know, shoot your stuff?"
Again the car swerved, and Connie laughed out loud at his confusion. She suggested he pull over somewhere, before he got them both killed. This was interesting stuff, she added, and she really wanted to discuss it. Within two minutes they were parked in a deserted lane under some trees. She turned in her seat to face him.
"Tell me what she did, exactly. Show me!" She smiled. "I want to learn all about this stuff. I've put it off too long already."
Daryl stared at her as if he couldn't believe his good luck. Connie was the prettiest girl in school and for weeks he'd wanted something like this to happen. In fact she was so pretty he was a bit scared of her, and he hadn't had the nerve to make any kind of pass at her. Now everything seemed to be falling into place. It was amazing.
"Well, Carol's kind of a pushy girl. And one night she just put her hand in my crotch."
"Like this?" Connie asked. She reached over and cupped the bulge of his crotch in her fingers. It was a fairly solid mound, and she could feel the warmth of it through his jeans.
"Y-yes." Daryl gulped, his heart thumping. "And she kind of squeezed it and moved her hand around."
Connie did just that, and soon she could make out the bulge of his balls, and the curving rod of his cock as it arced up over his belly. She couldn't be sure, but she sensed that his prick was growing, thickening inside his pants. It felt more and more solid and bulky.
"Then what?" she asked, glancing into his face. Her hand went on fondling his crotch.
"She, um, unzipped me and opened up my pants," he whispered, his voice tense. He felt almost as if he were dreaming. This couldn't really be happening.
Her fingers stopped squeezing his crotch, and suddenly she was using both hands to unsnap his jeans and pull down his fly. He raised his ass obligingly, and she tugged down both his pants and his shorts together. His cock, freed from his clothes, rolled heavily across his lower belly.
"Daryl, it's so big! It's so thick and long!" she murmured, forcing his pants and shorts down to his knees. She curled her fingers around the swelling prick and held it upright. She squeezed his cock gently.
"Thanks," he hissed, biting his bottom lip. Her fingers were so slender and cool on his cock. She was squeezing his prick with just the right amount of pressure.
His cock wasn't as big as Ron Crawford's, Connie thought, but once it was fully erect it might measure a good eight inches. The cock-head was covered completely by a puckered fold of skin, she noticed, and this fascinated her. She was amazed that two cocks could look so different.
"What did she do next? How did she jerk you off?" she asked. She couldn't take her eyes off his throbbing cock. It was growing in her fist. She could feel it.
"Nnnnnnn, she pumped it up and down in her hand, real gently," he croaked, staring at her clutching fist. "And with her other hand she played with my balls."
Connie squeezed his prick a little tighter, and ran her hand up toward the swollen tip. All the loose puckered skin bunched up over the head in a wrinkled mouth. Then she slid her hand downward and the skin stretched and peeled slowly off the cock-head.
She watched, fascinated, as the purple mushroom-head appeared a bit at a time, until the foreskin rolled down all the way and was smoothed out along the upper cock-shaft. She was amazed at how easily the outer skin slid over the solid inner shaft of the prick.
"It's beautiful," she murmured. "It's so big and thick and nice. I love it."
And she meant it. She began sliding her hand up and down slowly, watching closely as the foreskin bunched up and peeled down over the head again and again. The cock was growing huge in her fist.
"And the balls," he reminded her. "Don't forget to play with the balls."
Connie smiled and brought her free hand over to cup his hairy ball sac. She ran her fingers lightly over the nuts, trying to judge their size and weight. They were like eggs in a velvet pouch, rolling this way and that at her touch. The skin of the sac stretched and then loosened as they moved.
"Oh Connie, that feels so nice," he moaned softly. "You're way better than Carol Seaton. You really know how to handle a cock."
Connie blushed, but she was pleased all the same. She moved her fist a little more quickly on his pulsing cock, trying to keep her tugs smooth and steady. It grew to six, seven, and finally eight inches in length. The foreskin no longer covered the purple head on the upstroke.
"What else did Carol do?" she asked, tickling his balls lightly with her fingertips. "Did she do anything else special for you?"
"Well, she did let me play with her tits," he admitted. "She took off her bra and let me feel them up."
He hardly dared hope that Connie would go this far for him. He knew that her big tits would put Carol Seaton's to shame. But suddenly she stopped jerking his cock in mid-stroke. And while she gave her wrist a short rest, she thrust out her chest at him and grinned.
"Go ahead. Open up my blouse. You can play with my tits if you want to." She smiled. "I'd like you to, Daryl. Go ahead."
Daryl didn't hesitate. With fumbling fingers he undid all the buttons on the front of her blouse. Then he opened it up wide and stared in wonder at the tightly packed cups of her pale-blue bra. Her tits were oozing out of the harness as if they were about to explode.
"The clasp is down in front. Go ahead and open it," she encouraged. She began slowly jerking his cock up and down again in her fist.
The clasp was tricky, but Daryl managed to unsnap it eventually, and Connie's lush tits tumbled free. She heard him gasp out loud at the sight of them, and she smiled. Obviously he was just as impressed as Ron Crawford. He stared at them with wide eyes.
"Go ahead and play with them. Do whatever you like." She grinned. She leaned forward slightly so that the full, heavy tits rolled toward him.
Daryl was speechless. He brought up both hands and cupped them to the side of each tit. He squeezed gently, and then pressed the tit-mounds together. He ran his thumbs over both stubby nipples, and at once the hard teats began to grow, to telescope up off their puffy red rings of flesh.
He groaned, and began running his fingers everywhere on the lush tit-globes. He rolled them around on her chest and hefted them, feeling their solid weight in his hands. The nipples, so easily aroused, jutted up high off her areolas.
"Squeeze them! Yes, play with them!" she urged, leaning her upper body even further toward him. "Tweak the nipples like that. Yes, oh yes!"
Her fist was really moving on his cock now. It pumped up and down so fast at times that it was no more than a blur. The fingers of her other hand ran everywhere on his balls, touching and teasing and driving him crazy. The nuts seemed to be getting hotter at her touch.
"Do you want to suck them?" she gasped, her nipples tingling. "Do you want to kiss them and suck them? Go ahead. Suck my tits. I want you to!"
There was a groan from somewhere deep in Daryl's throat. And suddenly he was burying his face deep in her cleavage, pressing her tits harshly to each side of his face. He was licking her, scraping his tongue up the sides of her tits. Her skin was soon wet and shiny.
"Yes! Kiss them like that! Suck them!" she panted, her fist tugging on his prick like it was a lifeline. She sank lower in her seat and her tits wobbled on her chest.
Daryl licked his way up the slopes of both her tits, covering every inch of firm flesh. Finally only the nipples were untouched, and he sank his mouth down over one roughly. He began sucking like a hungry child, tugging on the hard stub with his lips and tongue. Connie started to moan softly.
"Daryl, do you want to see my pussy?" she asked suddenly. "I bet Carol Seaton didn't let you see hers, did she? Would you like to see mine, and to touch it?"
Up to now, Daryl thought that sucking Connie's tits was as close to heaven as he was going to get for a while. That, and having her jerk him off at the same time. Now here she was offering him something beyond his wildest dreams. And she was right, it was something Carol Seaton hadn't offered him.
"Really? You'd let me do that?" he gasped, spitting out her erect nipple. He stared into her face as if he didn't really believe her.
"Open up my jeans. Pull them down," she urged. Again her hand paused in its pumping of his blazing cock. The reddened shaft was damn near steaming. She lifted her ass off the car seat and thrust her crotch out at him lewdly.
In one quick movement he unsnapped her jeans and opened her fly. Then he peeled down her pants to her knees, just as she'd done with him earlier. He could see her brown slender thighs, and her flat brown belly. In between was the brief triangle of her lace panties.
"The panties too! Pull down my panties!" she croaked, her back still arched, her ass raised high off the car seat. There was real excitement in her voice.
Daryl hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties. Then he was tugging down, and the pale triangle of her bare pussy mound was visible. Already her pussylips had cracked open slightly. He could see a hint of bright, pink skin winking at him from inside.
"Connie, your pussy's all bare! You've shaved your pussy hair!" he cried, unable to take his eyes off the pale patch of skin between her legs.
"I know. Never mind," she groaned. "Pull my panties down all the way. Touch my cunt."
He stared down in amazement at the hairless mound of her crotch, leaving her panties stretched like a taut rope between her knees. Finally he shoved them, along with her jeans, all the way down around her ankles. He slid his hands up the insides of her smooth thighs.
"Touch it, Daryl. Touch my pretty pussy," she breathed. "I want you to touch me so bad."
Daryl leaned over and ran his fingers over her bald pussy. Then he touched the wet pulpy slabs of her cuntlips and a tingle went through her. She was already moist and oily. Her cunt was oozing slime just for him.
"Yes! Oh yes!" she moaned, as he slipped a finger inside her. And without thinking she began pumping his cock again, jacking it up and down in her fist.
He poked a single finger around in her oily cunt for a moment or two, then slipped a second finger inside her. More and more slick juice poured down from deep up her cunt. It soiled his fingers and formed a small pool in his hand. She spread her legs wider and gazed up at him from under droopy eyelids.
"It feels so good, to do all this dirty stuff, doesn't it?" She smiled. "Maybe we should have started long ago."
She gave his cock an extra squeeze and increased the tempo of her jerking fist. And Daryl stared at her, still scarcely believing this was happening to him. It still seemed like some wild wet-dream he was having. He expected to wake up any second.
Connie was practically lying across the car seat. Her blouse was open wide, and the cups of her bra flopped uselessly to each side of her chest. Her huge tits, still wet from all his sucking, lolled apart like lush melons, their nipples jutting hard to the roof. Her golden brown belly hollowed as she squirmed about.
He loved the way her legs were spread wide for him, her panties and jeans twisted crazily around her ankles. And when he looked between her legs, he was amazed how her rubbery cuntlips had warped around his probing fingers. For the first time he felt a numbness in his balls as her fingers scraped over them.
"Did you fuck Carol Seaton?" she mumbled, trying to control the excitement in her voice.
"No," he croaked. "I never."
She grinned wickedly. "Would you like to fuck me, Daryl?"
He groaned by way of answer. And quickly he withdrew his fingers from her cunt, in preparation for what he was sure now would follow. The sensations in his balls increased, and he wished that she'd stop jerking on his cock for just a minute. He needed to change position for fucking.
"Shove it in me, Daryl. Shove your big cock up my tight pussy," she moaned. She stared into his face with a lewd and sexy smile.
But she kept tugging on his cock frantically, and her other hand continued fondling his balls. And Daryl knew, even as he heaved over to climb on top of her, that it was all over. He wouldn't get a chance to get his cock inside her. It was too late. Her hand on his cock was too tight, too expert. He was cumming.
She seemed to sense the change in him at the last second. She glanced nervously into his face, then even more anxiously at his cock. He was poised over her now, his knees between hers on the car seat, his cock a foot and a half above her. She stopped jerking on it suddenly, stared at the purple head in anticipation.
He gave a great groan, rammed his cock forward through the cradle of her fingers. And it shot out a cable of cum two feet long that seemed to hang frozen in the air for seconds. Then there was a loud splatter as the huge jet of spunk fell across her belly, her rib cage, her left tit. It sounded like milk being spilled on the floor.
"No! You can't cum yet!" Connie cried hopelessly. "It's too soon! You can't!"
But even as she spoke another huge jet of jizz spurted free and went bouncing across her belly, filling her navel. The sperm shone a bright silver on her brown skin. It poured down her flanks in three or four separate little streams.
She was pulling his cock down, aiming it toward her cunt. And they both watched as one, two, three jets of cum shot directly onto her shaved pubic patch. The pale triangle was suddenly awash with thick, heavy jizz.
"No! You can't! You can't!" she repeated hopelessly, still tugging on his prick.
She got the cock lined up with her cunt finally, but by this time it was spurting its last dregs. Daryl humped his hips back and forth, driving his prick over her cunt patch and lower belly. But neither one of them tried to put it inside her now. They both watched quietly, as silver spunk dribbled all over Connie's belly and pussy. The silver goo flowed steadily onto her wide-open cuntlips.
Chapter 4
Daryl didn't speak much on the drive back to town. He was obviously embarrassed over what had happened. Occasionally he glanced at Connie, as if he wanted to offer her some word. But he couldn't think of the proper thing to say. He continued driving, and she stared silently out the window.
When he pulled up in front of her house, he came right out and said he was sorry for having cum all over her. But she simply smiled at him and said it didn't really matter. She was quiet and thoughtful herself, as if she didn't even care to discuss the matter.
As a matter of fact, she was wondering if she had the guts to phone up Ron Crawford. The afternoon had left her horny and frustrated, and if anyone could satisfy her itch, it was Ron. She went up to her room and tried to think of some way of calling him without Phil or Marge Crawford finding out.
She'd just about given up, when she heard the phone ring downstairs, and suddenly her mother was calling up to her that Mr. Crawford was on the line. He wanted her for another babysitting job, apparently. Connie picked up the phone expecting to hear Phil Crawford's voice. But instead, to her amazement, it was Ron.
"You able to come babysit for a very big boy?" He laughed. "I have something sitting here in my lap that really needs taking care of."
Connie blushed. But right away she felt a deep, dirty thrill go through her. It was as if he'd been reading her thoughts. His timing was perfect. She began to squirm at the thought of seeing his big ugly cock again, at the thought of having it inside her one more time. She forgot her afternoon disappointment as her excitement grew.
She was especially thrilled because he wanted her to meet him at a large downtown hotel. She thought this was so that Phil and Mrs. Crawford would know nothing of their meeting. But it turned out there was another reason.
"They kicked me out," he explained. "When you left so strangely the other night, they put two and two together."
"What! You mean Mr. and Mrs. Crawford found out what we did together?" Connie couldn't believe it. She blushed again just at the thought.
"I guess so. They didn't say so in so many words, but I think they figured I'd done something to you. They asked me to leave, so I left."
"But that's terrible! My God! Phil�I mean Mr. Crawford, must think I'm some kind of slut or something."
"Forget about Phil. Just come on down here and take care of Uncle Ron. I'm planning on staying in town a few extra days just for you, baby."
Connie couldn't help but feel flattered. And besides, she was horny. It bothered her that Mrs. Crawford, and especially Phil Crawford, should find out that she'd had sex with Ron. But right now she had more pressing problems. A long afternoon with Daryl had left her frustrated. What she needed was a little adult action.
And she really did feel adult, heading off downtown by herself, walking through the lobby of a big fancy hotel, taking a silent elevator up a dozen floors to Ron Crawford's room. It made her feel that she was a woman now, and not a little girl anymore.
She'd taken care to wear her sexiest, most grown-up dress. She'd tied up her pretty blonde hair along one side of her head. And she'd worn more make-up than ever before in her whole life. Her pouty mouth shone under a coat of bright-red gloss. Her eyes were painted an inky black below the lashes.
"Well, how's my sweet little cock-teaser?" Ron greeted her, waving her into his plush suite. As soon as he had the door closed, he was pressing her tight to him, his hands reaching down to squeeze her pert ass-cheeks. She could feel the huge bone of his cock along her belly.
"I guess you're glad to see me, huh?" She smiled, flushing a pretty shade of red. She let him take her coat and went over to the window to check out the fabulous view.
She wanted to ask about Mr. and Mrs. Crawford, to find out the details of what exactly had happened. But she was too excited to think very clearly. Sex was uppermost in her mind, not what other grown-ups thought of her. And when Ron summoned her over to the side of the bed she went without hesitation.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked shyly, her heart pounding. She glanced anxiously at the huge double bed, hoping that he planned to make love to her all night between its crisp sheets.
He smiled at her and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. "I'm going to teach you how to suck cock, Connie," he said matter-of-factly. "Have you ever sucked cock before? Have you ever had a huge prick buried in your sweet sucking mouth?"
Connie's head reeled. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to take his big cock into her mouth? She watched as her dress fell from her, and stepped out of it obligingly when he told her to. She stood in front of him in her bra and panties, her legs encased in stylish dark hose.
"These are stupid," he said, pointing to her hose. "From now on, whenever you come to see me I want you to wear a garter belt and stockings. Okay? And no panties. No bra either, for that matter. I'll buy you all new underwear for next time. I want you to look like a teen-aged whore when you come visit me."
Connie smiled uncomfortably. She wasn't even sure she knew what a garter belt was, but she was willing to find out, for his sake. She was pleased that he wanted to see more of her. It meant he found her sexy. She gazed at him fondly as he tugged her panties and hose to the floor and left her standing in nothing but her bra.
"Your pussy turned out real nice, didn't it?" He grinned. He was on his knees, staring at her hairless cunt. "Smooth as silk. Not a hair in sight. I did a better job than I thought."
He gave her cunt one soulful kiss, and she shuddered with pleasure. But then he was standing upright again, unhooking her bra, tossing it aside carelessly. Her luscious tits bobbled free and he cupped them lovingly. He kissed one nipple, then the other, then gripped her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye.
"On your knees for this next little exercise, Connie," he said, forcing her lower and lower in front of him. "I'm going to teach you all you need to know about sucking a man's cock."
Connie let herself to be lowered to her knees in front of him. And when she was settled, her lovely face was directly level with his bulging crotch. She stared ahead of her, waiting instructions. Her heart was pounding steadily with excitement. She was about to cross another threshold, she realized.
"Unzip me!" he ordered. "Pull down my pants. Let's get to know Uncle Ronnie's cock all over again."
Her fingers trembling, Connie did as she was told. His pants fell to the floor and he stepped from them. He opened his shirt and peeled it off as she glared at his bulging, straining shorts. She'd seen his cock before, of course, but from a few feet away. Now she was about to see it up close, and she couldn't wait. She took a deep breath.
"That's it. Pull down my shorts," he said, watching as she struggled to haul down his bulging briefs. She had quite a time disentangling them from around his cock.
Finally she had them down to the floor, and then she stared at his huge dangling prick with wide eyes. It was still soft, but it was much bigger than she remembered. It was as thick and long, in its present state, as Daryl's had been fully hard. And Ron wanted her to put it in her mouth and suck it!
"Kiss it. Use your tongue up along the shaft," he ordered, watching her closely. Even with her whorish make-up, he thought, she still looked so young and innocent and trusting.
Shyly, Connie planted her lips on the shaft of his cock in a soft kiss. It felt about how she expected it to feel, spongy but solid. She smiled to see the red imprint of her mouth in lipstick about midway up his prick. Then she watched as the heavy cock flexed slightly to the right.
"Lick it. Use your tongue all over it," he urged gently, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. The sight of her angel face between his legs was enough to drive him mad.
Sticking out her tongue, she began licking up one side of his prick, then down the other. She repeated the process, closing her lips onto the rounded shaft at several points. It took her quite some time. Even in its soft state, his cock was a good eight inches long.
"Nice. But a little harder. A little faster," he groaned. "Cover every inch of my cock with your tongue. Wet it up good. I want it to be shiny and dripping by the time you're through."
Connie gazed up at him with her big blue eyes, then did as she was told, moving her tongue rapidly over every part of his cock-shaft. In seconds it was wet and glistening, and she saw it suddenly shift to the left side of his crotch and begin angling its way slowly upward.
"It's growing! It's getting bigger and harder!" she announced, her eyes glued to the steadily inflating prick.
"Thanks to your sweet teenaged tongue," he hissed. "See how easy it is to get a grown man hard? Just use your pretty mouth."
Connie continued staring at his cock for some seconds, till it rose enough to point down at her left tit. The two great ugly blue veins in the shaft had begun to fill up and throb, she noticed. And without being told, she stuck out her tongue and began tracing each one with the tip, first up one, then down the other. They felt hard, like wire cables.
"I want you to lick my balls as well, sweetheart," he coaxed. "Lick them and take them in your mouth and suck them. Make Uncle Ronnie happy."
She finished tracing one blue vein deep into his pubic hair, then gamely grabbed hold of his cock and eased it up and out of the way. It felt like it weighed several pounds in her hand. She studied the huge dangling balls below and tried to decide how to proceed. They looked swollen and heavy, like round pebbles.
"Lick my balls!" he called out suddenly, his voice tense. He spread his thighs wide apart.
She poked one ball with the tip of her tongue and it rolled to one side. She chased it, finally trapping it in the crook of his thighs. And she began licking it hungrily, scraping her tongue everywhere on the monstrous globe. The skin of his ball sac was rough on her tongue. The short hairs were bristly and harsh.
"Yeah! Oh yeah!" he groaned. "All over. Lick your sweet teenaged tongue all over my balls."
Like the good girl she was, Connie obeyed, covering first one ball and then the other with long lazy licks. Finally she folded her lips completely over one swollen ball and began sucking. She looked like she had some huge hunk of candy in her mouth. Her cheek was swollen grossly. The skin of his nut sac stretched taut.
"Yeah. Suck my balls, baby," he crooned. "Suck my hot aching balls with your sweet teenaged mouth."
For the better part of five minutes, Connie worked low in his crotch, sucking his balls, licking them, bathing them in the sweet fluid of her mouth. She was vaguely aware the whole time of his cock growing in her hand, and she glanced nervously at it once in a while. She knew she was going to have to suck it soon.
"Easy now. Easy," he said suddenly, his voice hoarse. There was a tell-tale twinge of pleasure in his nuts that flashed a warning to him. The little bitch would have him spurting soon, and she hadn't even begun sucking cock yet.
She was leaning back on her haunches, gazing up at him with those big blue eyes of hers, all sweetness and innocence. One side of her face was obscured by the giant pole of his prick. He had a sudden urge to smack her face with his growing hard-on. Instead, before she could react, he grabbed his cock from her and began smearing the purple head all over her pretty features. He groaned deep in his throat.
"Mmmmmmm, Mr. Crawford!" she protested mildly, feeling his cock on her cheek, her nose, her forehead. "What are you�mmmmm� doing?"
"Rubbing my cock into your sweet teenaged face," he announced frankly. And he poked his cock-head into one dark-shadowed eye socket and then the other. He smeared her make-up slightly.
God it felt good to rub his cock all over her face. He felt as though he was smearing her innocence, somehow. His cock-head had begun oozing pre-cum juice, and he watched as it smudged off onto her forehead and eyebrows. Finally he let his cock rest up along her cheek.
"Open your mouth," he instructed. "Now you're going to suck my cock."
Connie had her eyes and mouth closed against all the harsh rubbing of cock on her face. When she opened her eyes again, his purple cock-head was pushed against her soft red lips. She parted them slightly and the huge purple head forced its way inside. It sat throbbing on her tongue. Her lips closed automatically around the cock-flange.
"Use your tongue on the head. Lick it," he grunted. And he watched her twist her mouth around and try to lick the tip of his swollen prick. It was so big. Her lips were stretched taut already around the bloated cock-shaft.
She gazed up at him helplessly, and the sight of her big pleading eyes and her cock-stuffed mouth were just about too much. His balls churned. He shoved forward, forcing three, four, five inches of solid cock between her lips. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled. Her nostrils flared. She was looking up at him in near panic.
"Relax," he soothed. "You can take a whole lot of cock, I know. I won't hurt you. But I'm going to ram a whole hunk of cock-meat into your mouth. Breathe slowly."
His voice was easy, soothing, but Connie still gazed at him in panic. Her lips were stretched lewdly around his monstrous hard-on. His cock-head had bumped the roof of her mouth and edged toward and then into her throat. She was scared of gagging, of choking.
Suddenly he stopped, and she felt his fingers on her hollowed cheeks. He was holding her head gently, urging her to back up off the cock-shaft. Then almost at once he was pulling her back down onto it. Within seconds Connie had the idea. She moved her head in sequence with his hands, bobbing her lovely mouth up and down on his hard-on steadily.
"That's it. Up and down, up and down," he coaxed. "Just like I'm fucking your mouth. Pout your lips. Keep your teeth out of the way. Use your tongue on the shaft."
Connie set up a rhythm, and soon he could let go her head and leave her on her own. Her mouth slid up and down on him evenly, without missing a beat. And after a few moments she was sucking in more and more of his cock on the down stroke. Her fist came up to clutch the base of his prick and pump up and down. Her mouth twisted from side to side.
"I knew it. I knew you'd make a great little cock-sucker." He grinned, gazing down at her proudly. "Take it deep. Take my hard-on as deep as you can."
It wasn't easy, but by raising up high on her knees and angling her face just right, Connie could suck in over half his blazing hard-on now on every stroke. She was taking his cock deep into her throat. What's more, her panic had gone and she was beginning to enjoy herself. She felt more grown-up than ever, on her knees here naked in front of Mr. Crawford.
"Jesus, what a great little cock-sucker," he groaned. "Baby you're a natural."
He could feel the familiar tremors already in his balls and he knew he wouldn't last too long. A few minutes of this and he would be blowing his wad. He tried to think of other things, but it was impossible. He couldn't take his eyes off her angel face swollen out of shape over his huge prick.
"Suck it hard. Suck it deep," he encouraged. "You're doing great, just great."
Connie was pleased and flattered. She was glad that she could make a man of experience so happy with her very first try at cock-sucking. She tried to plunge her mouth even deeper onto his cock, tried to suck all of his prick into her gullet, but it wasn't possible. Her lips were stretched to the limit as it was.
Instead she squeezed the base of his cock even harder with one hand and with the other she reached up to cup his dangling balls. She heard him groan out loud. She felt his hand along one side of her head. Then his balls were flexing in her fingers, and his cock trembled in her clutching fist.
"Cumming! Cumming in your cock-sucking mouth!" he howled. He almost sounded as if he were in pain.
Connie stared up at him with her big blue eyes, not quite understanding, when suddenly his cock-head twitched on her tongue and her mouth was full to overflowing with thick, greasy fluid. She coughed, she gagged, and two thick streamers of cum flowed from the corners of her mouth. They poured down her chin and hung off her jaw in long elastic strings.
"Suck it all down! Eat my hot cum!" he yelled, glaring down at her. His cock twitched again between her lips.
Her cheeks swelled out as if they would burst. She had a comical, shocked look on her young angel face. She realized, finally, what was happening, but she didn't seem to know what to do about it. More sperm flowed thickly from her lips and hung off her face.
"Swallow it! Eat my cum!" he growled, offering her last-minute instructions. His legs trembled.
Connie swallowed. She gulped down what felt like a quart of steaming, hot cum. But no sooner had she done this than his cock flexed and her mouth was full again. Her lips sagged with the weight of sperm. A thick silver wall of jizz flowed down over her chin and went splattering across her tits. She rolled her eyes up to his face in panic.
Without thinking she reared back her head. And his twitching hard-on slipped from her mouth. Cum poured from her freed lips in torrents, splashing down onto her tits and belly and even as far as her thighs. Her mouth was warped out of shape under the enormous pressure of thick heavy jism.
"Eat it! Swallow my hot cum!" he yelled. But even as he spoke he watched his cock begin spurting into her face.
A thick twine of jizz shot up her face and sealed shut her left eye. It crossed her cheek and her forehead and got lost in her hair. A great slice of it hung from her eyelash. Tear trails of white sperm rolled down her face.
She held onto the cock and waved it blindly before her. Without thinking, she was jacking it up and down harshly. Another jet of cum spat out at her, zig-zagging across her cheek and nose before settling along her eyebrow. The tail end of the silver jet drooled down her other cheek.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" This was all Ron could say now. He watched the pretty teenager hose herself down with semen.
His prick flexed one more time, sending a final two-foot jet of cum soaring diagonally across Connie's face. She winced as the jet splashed into her clear eye and sealed it shut too. Sperm still poured from her mouth in torrents and hung off her face like thick elastic bands.
What a mess she was. Ron gazed down at her in disbelief. He'd never realized he came so powerfully. Cum was everywhere on her face. It was on her cheeks and forehead and nose. It was in her hair and hanging off her jaw. Her eyes were clogged with it and so was her mouth. She was still spitting it up grossly.
And when she finally let go his cock and squatted there on her knees blindly, he told her to stay put for a minute. He fumbled in his suitcase and brought out a camera. Then he took shot after shot of her soiled and splattered face, her drooling mouth, her dripping nipples. He wanted to remember this for a long, long time, he said.
Chapter 5
Ron wanted her to stay the night in his hotel suite. There were lots of dirty things he wanted to do to her, he said, and they would take time. But Connie refused. She wanted to be alone for a while, to think about things, she said. She promised to stay overnight with him soon, in a day or so.
She got him to fuck her before she left, though. Almost as soon as
she'd wiped his cum from her face, he was on top of her, plowing his cock deep inside her on the big bed. And so finally the itch between her legs was satisfied. But then almost immediately she began thinking over what he'd told her earlier.
It really bothered her that his brother Phil had found out about the two of them. She'd liked Phil Crawford for so long. She'd really had quite a crush on him. Now he knew she'd done dirty things with Ron. How embarrassing. Did he think of her as some kind of neighborhood slut now, or what?
She wanted to find out. She had to know for sure. Maybe she could explain what had happened, somehow. It might not seem so bad, if she told him herself. She couldn't say that Ron forced her, or anything. But he had taken advantage of her, in a way.
Late the next afternoon she strolled over to the Crawford house without any clear plan in mind. The last thing she wanted was to run into his bitchy wife Marge, of course, and so she stopped half a block away and tried to figure out how best to approach him. After ten minutes she was about to turn around and go home. That's when she saw Mrs. Crawford climb into her car and drive away.
She watched the car disappear down the avenue, scarcely believing her good luck. Then, without hesitation, she strode up to the front door and rang the bell. Her heart was pounding. She didn't know if he'd be polite to her or tell her to get the fuck off his property. He took ages to answer her ring.
When he did, it was just as it had been when Ron opened the door for her two days earlier. Phil stood there, kind of stunned, and stared at her bulging tits as if he were seeing them for the very first time. She was struck again by how much alike the two men looked.
And this time she wasn't the least bit embarrassed that her T-shirt was too tight, or that her tits swelled out its front like melons. She was glad that she'd left off her bra, and her nipples were jutting out obscenely. She had his undivided attention. He was speechless.
"Mr, Crawford, I think there's something I should explain to you," she said. "It's about me and your brother Ron."
He immediately awoke from his daze and looked her in the eye for the first time. A flush rose to his face and he appeared about to say something. Instead, he glanced up and down the street quickly, then hauled her in the door. He led her down the hall to his den and shut the door behind them.
"So, you've come to explain, have you?" he said, seating himself in a swivel chair. "And what exactly is there to explain?"
Connie stood there in front of him, wondering how to begin. There was something in the tone of his voice which was meant to scare her, she realized. He was acting like an angry parent or teacher who had a naughty child on his hands. But now she wasn't scared. Not at all. She was really much more confident than she'd been a few days before.
"I fucked your brother Ron. You knew that, didn't you?"
She didn't mean it to come out so harshly, but she couldn't help herself. There was something about his attitude that irritated her. At first she meant to be polite and shy about the whole affair, but now she wanted to shock him. What other way was there to say it, anyhow?
"I�we�gathered as much, yes," he mumbled. "That's why we asked him to leave. We can't have that sort of thing going on under our roof."
Connie almost laughed out loud. He sounded like such a prude. And suddenly she had an urge to shock him even more. She'd come here wanting to justify herself to someone she had a childish crush on. But now that didn't seem important. She felt very adult and wicked.
"Don't be too hard on the guy. After all, could you resist these?" She grinned. And quickly she shoved her T-shirt up over her tits, exposing them completely. She cupped them in her hands and offered them up for his inspection.
"Young lady," he gasped, trying his best to sound stern. He began to get up from his chair but sank back down into it as she approached him.
"See how big they are? How firm and young and pretty?" she teased. "Wouldn't you just love to play with them? Wouldn't you just love to suck them?"
Phil Crawford was stunned. He sat there helplessly in his chair and gazed at her gorgeous young tits. His mouth opened and closed stupidly. She stood right in front of him. If he reached out he could touch the swollen tits.
"Can you blame your brother for fucking the babysitter? Aren't these tits enough to drive any guy crazy?"
Connie was having fun. She had Phil Crawford in a state of shock. Given a choice, this wasn't the way she would have acted with him. But he was treating her like some kind of slut. If that's what he thought of her, why not give him a taste of some real sluttish behavior?
"And my sweet teenaged cunt," she continued. "Isn't the sight of it enough to make you blow your wad?"
To his amazement she was raising her short skirt above her crotch. He caught a glimpse of a pair of lacy, white panties, and then she was pulling them down, hauling them off altogether. She held the panties in one hand and lifted her skirt with the other. He stared in stunned silence at the hairless triangle of her pussy.
"See what your naughty brother did? He shaved all the pretty blonde hair off my pussy. He said he wanted it nice and smooth when he fucked me. Wasn't that naughty?"
She stood in front of him with her legs spread wide, her skirt around her waist, her T-shirt rolled up above her tits. The rubbery inner mouth of her cunt had forced its way down and out between the wide outer pussy-slabs. It hung there between her legs like some exotic plant ready to open at a touch.
"Touch it. See how it feels," she urged, grabbing hold of his hand. "And my titties too. Feel how hard and long my nipples are getting."
She placed one of his hands on her swelling tit and the other on her oozing cunt. And he didn't resist. He was way beyond resisting. He sat there quite passively, with a dumb stare on his face, and let her do as she liked. He was helpless.
"There. Doesn't it feel nice without hair?" she teased. "And doesn't my nipple feel hot and hard?"
His fingers were on her pulpy pussylips and he moved them about slowly, exploring. Her pussy responded right away, expanding, blooming at his touch. In seconds her cuntlips were swollen grossly and gaping wide. A warm trickle of pussy-juice flowed down and soiled his hand.
"Oooooh, that feels so nice. I like it," she cooed, squirming on top of his hand. "Stick your fingers inside me. Finger-fuck me."
He did exactly what she said, poking one, and then two fingers in between the fat greasy lips of her cunt. A quiver went through her, and she began bouncing up and down, impaling herself on his fingers again and again. She shoved a swollen tit onto his face and his mouth closed over a nipple automatically. He began to suck eagerly.
"Do you have as big a cock as Ron?" she inquired sweetly, fumbling with his belt. "Mind if I take a look? I'm curious."
He was in no position to say no. And in seconds she had his slacks open and his shorts pulled down off his crotch. She grabbed hold of his half-erect cock and began tugging on it expertly. It stiffened and grew quickly in her pumping fist.
"Wow, it may even be bigger than Ron's!" she admitted, watching his prick grow to eight, nine, ten inches in her hand. "Do you all have horse-cocks in your family?"
He made a muffled sound against her tit, as if he were protesting her impudence. But he didn't stop sucking her nipple, And his fingers didn't leave her oozing, swollen pussy. Her free hand had scooped deep under his balls and was squeezing them knowingly. His cock grew huge in her steady fist,
"Would you mind if I sat on your cock, just to see how it feels?" she teased. "I want to know if it feels as good as Ron's did inside me."
He groaned hopelessly, as if he were being tortured. But he didn't resist as she lifted up off his fingers and clambered over him, her legs spread wide. She stopped jerking on his cock and held it upright between her thighs. It jutted up eleven inches from his crotch now, an angry red spike ready to split her in half. She stared down at it eagerly.
She was squatting over him, her legs spread over his thighs. And she carefully stuffed the purple head of his cock between the gaping lips of her pussy. Then she sank down slowly on top of him, letting her weight do all the work. Her rubbery cunt folded itself down over his cock steadily, an inch at a time. She didn't stop till she felt his pubic hair on her hairless cunt patch, and she knew his prick was in her all the way.
"Oooooh yes! It feels so nice! Just like Ron's!" she cooed. And she gave off a deep, satisfied sigh.
She sat in his lap like that for several seconds, his prick buried to the balls up her cunt. Her playful blue eyes stared into his face. His cock felt like the top half of a baseball bat rammed up her cunt and she was content for the moment to let her body adjust to it. She draped her arms over his shoulders and heaved her lush tits toward him.
"How does it feel for you?" she teased. "Does it feel nice to have your cock stuck up the cunt of your cute teenaged babysitter?"
"This is madness," he moaned softly. "This can't be happening."
She laughed and began to bounce up and down on top of him, sticking herself again and again on the granite column of his prick. Her tits mashed on either side of his face as she moved, and the nipples scratched his cheeks. He held himself rigid in his chair as if he were scared they'd both tumble to the floor.
"I love to fuck. I love it so much," she groaned, increasing her tempo slightly. "And your brother taught me how. I owe it all to him."
Again Phil Crawford groaned. His cock felt like it was being peeled inside her tight, sucking cunt. God, what a sexy little bitch she was, he thought. She was all lush tits and tiny waist and curving hips. And she had the face and hair of an angel, to top it all off. It was enough to drive a guy mad. And she was so young. So young.
"Ron taught me to suck, too," Connie added, as if determined to drive him nuts. "He taught me how to suck his big thick cock and to lick and suck his big hairy balls. What do you think of that?"
He croaked something, but she couldn't be sure what it was. He was gripping her around her tiny waist, holding on for dear life. His cock seemed to be getting even bigger up her cunt. She mashed her tits more harshly into his face and damn near poked his eye out with a three-quarter-inch nipple. She bounced up and down on him even faster.
"I took most of his cock into my throat," she said proudly, her voice rasping with effort. "And you know what your naughty brother did? He came in my mouth."
"Ohhhnnn," Phil moaned hopelessly into her tit.
"Yes. He shot his naughty white cum into my mouth and made me swallow it. Then he spurted the rest all over my pretty face. What do you think of that? I had sperm everywhere on my face."
There was a deep, choking cry against her tit. And suddenly Phil Crawford was no longer rigid and passive. He began lunging his ass up off the chair, knifing his cock deep into Connie's wet cunt-hole. He moved almost as if he wanted to hurt her, as if he wanted to split her in half with his hard-on. His face was grim and tense and very red. His mouth sagged open loosely.
"Hot teenaged cock-teaser," he growled helplessly. "Horny, cock-sucking little bitch!"
Connie felt a thrill go through her. She wasn't hurt by his words. She was excited. Somehow it added to the sexiness of the situation, to be called dirty names. Her cunt began to quiver, and the sweet familiar feelings of her climax began between her legs. She clung to him and met him thrust for thrust. She wondered which one of them would cum first.
"I love fucking! I love sucking! I love to take cum everywhere!" she bleated. "Up my cunt and in my mouth and in my face! Do it to me! Shoot your hot jizz up my cunt!"
He rammed his cock upward again and again, burying it each time in her sweet hairless cunt. His prick was huge, over twelve inches long, yet she was taking it like an experienced whore. There was no resistance. Only a sweet teenaged cunt-massage from his cock-tip to his balls. The crazy little bitch was amazing. She was like some life-size fuck-doll.
"Fuck me, Phil! Fuck me hard!" she begged. "Bury your cock up my cunt and spurt me full of hot cum!"
His balls began to tremble. He felt himself lose control. And suddenly great gushing wads of spunk were shooting up Connie's pussy. He was blasting cum deep up her cunt, in great creamy globs. He was spraying her insides with jizz. And he cried out helplessly as his balls emptied.
"Cock-sucking slut! Horny, cock-teasing bitch!" he howled.
"Yes! Call me names! Call me dirty, dirty names!" she pleaded. "Shoot it deep! Fill my hot cunt with hot, sticky cum!"
She sensed his cock spurting, again and again, in her cunt. And she knew from the warm sticky feel of her pussylips that he was shooting off quarts. The sound of their fucking grew wetter, more gross, as his cum poured down from her cunt and clung to his cock. It was being squished and smeared about everywhere between their legs.
"So much cum! So much hot cum!" she bleated, still riding him crazily. "Empty your balls! Empty your balls up my cunt!"
He shuddered beneath her. His cock jerked. And wad after wad of spunk fired off inside her. She was full of it, full to bursting with steaming hot cock-cream. But still he couldn't stop cumming. Minutes seemed to go by, hours, before he quit spurting and came to rest in his chair. It wasn't till a long time after this, that Connie finally settled down on top of him.
"So much cum! So much steaming hot cum inside me!" she muttered tiredly.
Chapter 6
Ron Crawford laughed out loud when Connie told him of her session with his brother. He wasn't shocked. He wasn't jealous. He was just amused. Phil was a phony, he said. He was the kind of guy who would never admit he wanted to fuck the teenaged babysitter, but if he had the chance, he certainly would do it. The guy was a fake.
Connie had to agree. Phil Crawford was as phony as they come. She saw that now. Her crush on him was over. It was as though she'd woken up from a girlish dream. Now she was a mature adult, and not a child anymore. She saw people for what they were, not for what she wanted them to be.
She was sitting with Ron in the dimly lit restaurant of his hotel. They'd just finished the most expensive dinner Connie had ever eaten, and now she was sipping her third glass of wine and bringing him up to date on her activities. She was going to stay overnight with him in his suite, and this made her feel even more adult. She'd never spent a full night with anyone before.
It had been quite an afternoon. Ron had taken her shopping, and bought her a low-cut black evening dress. He'd also bought her a lacy, black garter belt and a pair of matching, sheer, black stockings. He refused to let her wear a bra or panties with the outfit, and now she sat beside him in the restaurant feeling half-naked. It was a good thing they had a cozy private booth, she thought.
The dress was really something. It was cut so low that her tits kept threatening to fall out. The outer rings of her areolas peeked into the open each time she moved. There was a slit up the side of the dress that went so high her naked thigh was visible above the top of her black stocking. There was an occasional flash of black garter for anyone who took the trouble to look.
And lots of people did. As the waiter escorted them to their booth, Connie saw several jaws drop in amazement. She knew Ron had dressed her up like a whore for this very purpose, so he could parade her about as his property. But she didn't mind. The attention was very flattering and made her feel like a real woman.
She had her lovely blonde hair piled up on one side of her head again. And she'd applied the gobs of make-up that made her look like a teenaged whore. Her lips were shiny and wet with red gloss. Her eyes were coated with deep-blue shadow. She didn't look any older, strangely enough. She just looked more sluttish.
Ron gazed at her hungrily. He was going to have her to himself all night long. He would be able to do anything he liked with her. The thought sent a quiver through his cock and balls. And quickly he slid a hand inside the slit of her dress and stroked his fingers up the length of her thigh. Her sheer stocking was dry and electric to his touch.
"Mr. Crawford! What are you doing?" Connie laughed. "Someone will see!"
"Who cares? At the prices we're paying for this dinner, they should let us fuck on the table if we want to. Doesn't it feel nice? Aren't you glad you're not wearing any panties?"
"Mr. Crawford, you're terrible. You really are a dirty, dirty old man."
He ran his hand over the dry, sheer material of her black stocking, then traced his fingers up the taut length of her garter. He felt the tight garter belt stretched across her belly and began working his way down the other suspender. He loved the feel of the lewd underwear against her ripe teenaged skin.
"Fuck, I always dreamed I'd get a sweet teenaged slut to dress up in garter belt and stockings for me. You're a dream come true, little girl."
Connie squirmed in her seat. She wondered if the waiters, or other diners could tell what was going on. They were fairly private in their booth, and the lights were low, but still. Suddenly she gasped out loud. Mr. Crawford had slid a finger into her pussy and was circling it about inside her.
"Mr. Crawford!" she hissed. "People will see us! Ooooooh!"
He probed the finger deeper, and Connie spread her legs wide in spite of herself. It really was exciting, she thought, to be doing dirty things in public like this. But what if they were caught? She raised her ass up off her seat slightly, allowing his finger to go even deeper.
"Know what I'm going to do to you later, in the hotel room?" he grunted, slipping a second finger up her cunt.
"What are you going to do to me?" she panted. Her pussy was juicing, she realized. It was soiling his hand with sex-slime.
"I'm going to shove my cock into every hole you've got, little girl. I'm going to fuck your cunt, and your mouth, and then I'm going to shove my twelve-inch prick up your sweet little asshole."
Connie whimpered softly, scarcely believing her ears. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. Then she saw the waiter approach and she felt something close to panic. She gripped Ron's arm anxiously.
He pulled his hand from her pussy just in time. The waiter stood smiling down at them, asking if everything was satisfactory. If he had noticed anything, he didn't let on. But Connie couldn't look him in the eye, She blushed prettily and stared at the table cloth.
"Would the young lady like some dessert?" the waiter urged. "Some ice cream perhaps?"
"No thanks," Ron replied for her. "I've got a special treat I'm going to give her myself later."
And as soon as the waiter left he grinned wickedly at Connie and told her the only cream she'd be eating was the cream from his cock, and she'd have more than her fill of that before the night was over. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled it into his crotch. He forced her to feel the warm bulge of his cock and balls.
"Unzip me. Take out my cock and jerk me off," he ordered. There was a slightly strained tone to his voice.
"Right here? In the restaurant?" Connie gasped. "Mr. Crawford, you can't be serious!"
Just to show her how serious he was, he unzipped his own fly and thrust her hand inside his pants. He was wearing no underwear, and her fingers closed automatically around his thick prick. She struggled gamely to pull it into the open. It was so amazingly big.
"That's it. Pump it up and down," he encouraged. And he watched as she hauled his giant prick out and began slowly yanking on it with her slender fingers. She was staring around the restaurant nervously.
"What if you cum? Your stuff will hit the ceiling."
"I won't cum. I'm saving that for you later. I'm going to cum in your mouth. Or up your cunt. Or up your ass. Or all three. I haven't decided yet."
Again Connie blushed prettily. It was funny, she thought, how she could still sometimes feel like a little girl around Ron. With Phil, and with Daryl, she was the aggressor, confident and in control. But with Ron it was different. She never knew what dirty notion he would think up next. Now, for instance, she was jerking him off under the table in an expensive restaurant, with people all around. She was masturbating a man thirty years older than she was, in a public place.
"You're very naughty, Mr. Crawford, to make me do this here." She pouted prettily.
"Do what?" He grinned, wanting to hear her say the words. "What am I making you do?"
"You know. Jerk you off. If someone sees, they'll throw me out."
"If someone sees, they'll line up for their turn. But if you think this is kinky, wait till I get you out of here. Have you ever sucked cock in an elevator?"
Connie stopped pumping his prick and gazed at him. She wondered if he could be serious. Within five minutes she found out. He packed his huge cock away in his pants, paid the bill, and then for the next half hour they rode the hotel elevator together, taking turns performing dirty sex acts on each other.
First he stood beside and slightly behind her as the elevator rose to the top floors. For the entire ride his hand was down between her ass-cheeks and his middle finger was up her cunt. Connie smiled pleasantly as people entered and left the car, all the time squirming as Ron's finger poked about deep inside her.
For a few minutes at a time the elevator was empty but for the two of them. That's when Ron dropped to his knees, raised her dress, and sucked and ate her bald cunt between the taut elastic of her black garters. When the car stopped to let people on, he quickly stood up and looked respectable.
He made Connie get on her knees and suck his cock between floors. She ran her pretty mouth up and down on his blazing hard-on, keeping one eye on the door. She barely had time to spit out his cock and stand up on one occasion, before an elderly couple strode into the car.
She was sure they would get caught eventually. And she wondered what she'd do if she were there on her knees when the next group of people came into the elevator. It would be hard to act casual if she had a nine-inch cock in her mouth. And so finally she gazed up at Ron and pleaded with him.
"Take me to your room. Do all those dirty things to me that you promised. I'll let you do anything. Even, you know, fuck me up the ass. And you can cum in my face again if you want to."
He took pity on her. And within minutes they were alone inside his hotel suite. As soon as the door was closed he crushed her to him, feeling her huge swelling tits mashing against his chest. He grabbed her ass-cheeks and mauled them harshly. Then at last he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
"Get on the bed on your hands and knees," he said, unbuttoning his shirt. "Stick that pretty little ass high in the air for me."
Feeling very much a little girl again, Connie strode to the bed wearing nothing but her black garter belt and stockings. She did as he instructed, laying her head on the pillow and sticking her tight little ass into the air. The black straps of her garters arced over the trim cheeks and dug into her firm flesh.
"Perfect. What a gorgeous little ass," he grunted. He was completely naked already, and the monstrous spike of his prick jutted out a foot in front of him. As he moved to the bed the cock-shaft bounced up and down.
"Will it hurt?" she whispered. "Will it hurt when you fuck me up the ass?"
"Just relax and you won't feel a thing," he reassured her. "Ass-fucking is like anything else. It just takes getting used to. Spread your legs."
Connie wished she could relax, but the sight of his huge cock was scary. She couldn't imagine it stuffed all the way up her ass. She closed her eyes and braced herself against the pillow. She tried to think of other things, but it was just impossible.
She had her thighs spread wide apart and her cunt had cracked open like a wet, rubbery mouth. He could see her clit, and the pink inner folds of pussy-skin quite clearly. It all glistened wetly, a result of all the finger-fucking earlier. He came up on his knees behind her and nosed his cock-head all over the gaping cunt. Then he eased his cock inside her.
"I thought you were going to fuck me up the ass?" she groaned, feeling his great stiff cock bulling deep up her cunt.
"Be patient, little girl," he soothed. "Let's get my cock good and oily with your cunt-juice. Then it'll slide up your ass real easy."
Connie sighed into her pillow. God, his cock felt good inside her. He was shoving it in all the way, and soon she felt his pubic hair against her ass-cheeks. His cock-head seemed to be buried far up in her belly somewhere. She shifted about on the bed and her big dangling tits grazed the coverlet. Her erect nipples were on fire.
He began fucking her gently, driving his cock in and out with easy strokes. The shaft grew wetter and more greasy as it churned through all the cunt-sap she was producing. He planted both hands on her ass-cheeks and pried them apart. The perfect round bud of her asshole was clearly visible. It winked up at him invitingly.
"Here goes, baby," he warned, after another minute of straight fucking. "Just relax and enjoy."
He withdrew his dripping prick from her cunt and quickly slotted the purple cock-head onto her asshole. Then, before she could protest, he was pressing forward and down, drilling his cock into the puckered ring of her ass. She began to groan softly, then to whimper. Her fingers clutched at the coverlet and she bit at her bottom lip.
"It's so big! Your cock's so big and thick!" she moaned. "It won't go! It'll hurt me!"
"Just relax," he grunted, still applying pressure. "It'll go! Don't resist. Spread your legs wider."
"Nnnnn!" Connie whimpered. "It won't go! It's too big! It'll split me in half!"
"I'm not going to stop till every last inch of my cock is buried up your ass to the balls," he warned, his voice harsh. "So you'd better get used to the idea. It'll go. The fucking cock-head is inside already."
It was true. The ugly purple head of his cock had disappeared inside her and the circle of her asshole was stretched grossly around the monster cock-shaft just below the flange. He pressed farther, and her ass-cheeks warped out of shape around the bulk of his thick prick. Two, three, four inches of cock slid up her asshole as he moved forward.
"Nnnnnn! So big! So big and hard!" she croaked, her mind reeling. She could still scarcely believe she was letting him do this to her.
"It's going in, baby! So smooth! So easy!" He grunted. He forced her ass-cheeks apart cruelly and watched another four inches of cock-meat bull up her ass.
Connie began a series of little whimpers into her pillow. She felt so weird. His cock wasn't hurting her. In fact it felt kind of nice. But it felt so strange. For no reason at all she thought of her parents. What would they say if they could see her now, decked out in black garter belt and stockings, letting a man old enough to be her father fuck her up the ass?
"All the way, baby! All the way up your sweet little ass!" Ron growled. And he watched as the final few inches of hard cock-meat disappeared up her ass. Once the last inch vanished and his crotch hair pressed onto her ass-cheeks, he rested. He held onto her garter belt tightly.
He began fucking her viciously, driving his cock back and forth up her ass as if his life depended on it. The prick-shaft slid in and out quite easily, considering how tight she was. His balls slapped onto her upturned cunt and sent shivers through her. Her whole body shuddered with the force of his thrusts. She felt like she had something monstrous inside her.
"How does it feel, little girl?" he panted. "My twelve-inch cock feel good up your tight asshole?"
"Oh God. Oh God!" In spite of herself she reached a hand beneath her and began poking her fingers about in her cunt. She felt faint with pleasure.
He leaned his body low over her, till his chest grazed her shoulder blades. And he slid his hands under her and scooped up her big quivering tits. He squeezed them crazily as he pumped his ass up and down. His balls grew heavy and swollen against her cunt. He knew he wouldn't be able to last very long.
He'd had a hard-on for the better part of an hour, after all. She'd jerked his cock in the restaurant and sucked it in the elevator. His load was ready for dumping. Still, he tried to make it last. He buried his face in her sweet-smelling blonde hair and breathed in the teenaged freshness of her.
"Are you going to cum? Are you going to cum up my ass?" she asked, sensing what was happening to him. Her voice was shaky as he rammed his cock deep inside her again and again.
"Yeah baby. And here it comes," he groaned. He began pistoning his ass up and down so fast it was just a blur.
Connie felt him stiffen on top of her, and then shudder. And suddenly she felt the warm flooding sensation deep up her ass. He was cumming, she knew. He was spurting his hot sticky cum up her asshole. It was the strangest feeling she'd ever had. It was like someone had stuffed a fizzing pop bottle up her ass.
"Feel it, baby! Feel it!" he grunted. He spurted out jet after jet of sizzling cock-cream up her ass. He couldn't stop it. The sperm jetted out in quarts.
He buried his cock up her ass again and again, and time after time it exploded, drenching her asshole with cum. It went on for ages. Till Connie began to think it wouldn't stop. But then he pulled his still-stiff cock out eventually and pressed it like a log between her pretty ass-cheeks. It oozed the rest of his semen into the small of her back, soiling her garter belt.
"What a sweet fucking asshole," he groaned, completely drained. "And this is just the beginning, baby. We've got all night to plug up your other holes with cock. You ready for that? You ready to have your cunt and mouth fucked?"
"Yes! Oh yes! Oh God!" Connie moaned hopelessly.
Chapter 7
When Connie woke up, she couldn't remember where she was. She lay in the strange bed for several seconds, gazing up at the ceiling. Then she rolled over and felt a soreness between the cheeks of her ass. Suddenly her mind was clear again. She recalled how Ron's cock had pistoned in and out of her asshole, finally flooding it with quarts of hot cum.
He wasn't in bed with her. He was standing by the window, completely naked, staring down into the street. She quietly admired the taut lines of his muscles and the hard cheeks of his ass. Her eyes moved to his cock, and once again she was amazed at the sheer bulk of it. It was completely soft, yet it hung down nearly eight inches from his forest of wiry black pubic hair. Damn near to his knees, she thought, admiringly. And as thick as her wrist.
With growing excitement, she thought over what had happened the night before. The ass-fuck had just been the beginning. After that he had fucked her pussy, and then her mouth. And then her pussy again. God, what a night it had been. His staying-power was amazing. Would she ever have as much sex in one night again? How could she?
She swallowed suddenly, and the thickness in her throat made her heart skip a beat. His monster prick had shot quarts of cum deep into her mouth, almost choking her. She'd felt clogged with sperm, almost as if she would drown in it. After her rich and wonderful dinner, she'd gotten her dessert after all. What a treat.
She touched her fingers to her lips and felt the flakes of dried jism on her chin and cheeks. Then her hands moved lower and she felt the dried cum on her neck and on her firm tits. Quickly she explored the rest of her body, blushing as she realized she was still wearing the black garter belt and stockings.
She peeled back the sheet and saw traces of dried white spunk across her belly and in her navel. If she'd had any pussy hair, it would have been matted, she knew. Her swollen pussylips were stuck together still with the slimy stuff.
How many times had he cum up her cunt? Twice? And at least once up her ass. Then of course he'd ejaculated all over her body before plunging his spurting cock into her mouth. That monster cock had gushed its lewd streams of sperm across her skin and into every hole she possessed.
She groaned softly. Her mouth was watering, she realized. Even after such a busy night, she wanted nothing better than to stuff that great hunk of cock-meat back into her mouth. She wanted to suck the huge purple head till it shone. Then she wanted to plunge down and take every inch of prick between her lips. She wanted to suck his cock till it was raw.
"And what are you groaning about?" Ron said suddenly, turning from the window and coming to stand by her at the edge of the bed. His gorgeous cock swung gently as he moved.
"Oh, I was just admiring you, and thinking dirty thoughts," she admitted shyly. She couldn't take her eyes off his thick prick. She wanted to suck it so bad.
"Were you now? And what thoughts were those? Tell me about them."
Connie blushed again like a naughty schoolgirl. "Oh, I was thinking how I'd like to suck your thing again."
"My thing? It's not a thing, it's a cock. Say it. Say it over and over again."
"Cock, cock, cock," Connie muttered, still blushing.
"That's right. And what are these?" He pointed at the great hairy pouch of his balls. He knelt on the side of the bed and swung a leg over her rib cage. Suddenly he was squatting on top of her, his great thick cock resting snugly between the lush mounds of her tits.
"Your nuts. Your balls," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the purple dome of his prick.
"I want you to use those words all the time from now on," he said. "Don't be shy about it. It turns me on to hear you say them. What are these?"
"My tits," she whispered obediently.
"Squeeze them together over my cock. I want to fuck your tits for a while. I want to feel the nipples against my prick."
Obediently Connie pressed her tits together over his cock, trapping it between them. He pumped gently back and forth, and she watched his cock-head loom again and again over her face. She wondered if he'd mind if she licked it.
"What's this white stuff?" he asked, gesturing to the dried flecks of jizz on her tits. He could feel the knobby stubs of her hard nipples against his cock-shaft.
"Cum," she replied without hesitation. "Jism. Spunk. Semen. Sperm." She was beginning to enjoy the game, and her eyes twinkled up at him playfully.
"How come you're covered in it? Shit, you've even got it on your face." He traced his finger along a dried string of cum that ran up her left cheek.
"You sprayed me, remember? After you'd shot off up my ass and up my cunt, you ejaculated all over me and then shoved your prick in my mouth. My, you have a short memory."
But she knew he hadn't forgotten. He just wanted to hear her talk dirty. And she liked the sound of the words. She felt so grown-up, so adult, using them. She wondered what else she could say to turn him on, to shock him.
"I want to lick your balls," she blurted out before she could think what she was saying. "I want to lick them, then I want to take them in my mouth and suck them. Will you let me?"
He glanced at her quickly and she could see she was having an effect on him. His cock was getting stiffer and longer between her tits. It felt like a steel bar in the tight furrow. The head was huge, and it was turning a deeper shade of purple every second.
He heaved up suddenly and draped his balls just over her wet and shining mouth. Immediately she stuck out her tongue and began licking, coating each swollen nut with a film of saliva. He squatted lower, and his entire ball sac sat on her mouth. His balls covered her chin and part of her nose.
She licked each one thoroughly, curling her tongue this way and that. Then she shifted her head slightly and let one ball plop right between her lips. She began to suck it eagerly as if it were the most delicious item she'd ever tasted. She heard him groan as her tongue flicked over him.
"The other. Don't forget the other one," he grunted. And he moaned again as she shifted over to suck his second ball into her mouth. "Oh yeah, baby! Suck them like that!"
"Can I suck both balls at once, do you think?" she enquired, spitting out his second bloated nut. "Can I get both your balls in my mouth at the same time?"
He didn't answer. He just squatted over her face and waited, willing to let her try whatever she wanted with her sweet teenaged mouth. One half of her face was completely covered by the monstrous log of his cock, but he could still see her opening her mouth and pressing her red lips against the rough hairy sac of his balls. Her tongue and lips felt wonderful on his nuts.
"You're a game little slut, I'll say that for you," he hissed. "Is there anything you won't try, when it comes to sex?"
She winked at him and tilted her head to one side. One bloated ball was already in her mouth and she was using her fingers to force the second between her lips. For a while it didn't look as if it would go. Then suddenly it disappeared and her lips were stretched taut over his sizzling ball sac. Both balls were in her mouth. Her cheeks were swelled out grossly.
"What a hot little bitch you are. You love cock, don't you?" He snorted. His cock throbbed dangerously against the side of her face.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, obviously pleased with herself. She gripped his cock in one hand and began jacking it up and down.
He stared down at her admiringly, amazed at her talent. Over the last few hours he'd fucked her silly. He'd had his huge cock in every hole she had, several times over. He'd spurted enough cum into her to drown a horse. Yet here she was, after a short rest, willing to do even more dirty things with him. She was one hot little cunt.
There was a sudden loud spluttering sound and Connie was spitting both his balls from her mouth. She gasped out loud, drawing in air. It was as if she'd been under water for a while. Then she grinned up at him teasingly, her eyes full of fun.
"Your balls are so fucking big! It's hard to suck them both at once," she panted. She immediately began sucking one ball at a time, bathing each one lovingly with the wet of her mouth and tugging gently on it, forcing his ball sac to stretch.
"You've no idea how good that feels, baby. Keep on sucking," he encouraged. He smiled down at her like a teacher with an especially talented student. He wondered what the horny little slut would think of next. He knew he'd love it.
"I want to eat your asshole," she said finally, when she'd sucked his balls for another two or three minutes. "I want to lick your asshole and ream it out with my tongue. Will you let me?"
He groaned by way of answer and shifted slightly so she had full access to his ass. Soon he felt her sweet teenaged tongue flicking about on his asshole. It was like a soft wet feather tickling him. His balls trembled and his cock angled higher in his crotch. The little slut was really teaching him a thing or two.
"I love to do dirty things. I just love it," she mumbled, curling her tongue everywhere on his puckered asshole and up along the jagged seam under his balls. Her angel face snuffled and groveled between the muscular cheeks of His ass.
After last night he never thought he'd get it up again. That had been enough sex to last most men several weeks. He'd fucked her cunt, and her mouth. Shit, he'd even sodomized the little bitch. Yet here he was as long and hard as he'd ever been, his cock jutting out over her face, his balls aching. Who'd have thought a sweet little innocent teenager could do this to him?
"I want to suck your big ugly cock," she said suddenly, her angel face reappearing from between his legs. "I want you to fuck my mouth. And my tits. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to eat your cum. I want to swallow your warm, gooey sperm. I want to feel it splattering all over my face again."
She was pumping his prick wildly in her hand. And suddenly she crept upward, scraping her tongue over his balls and up the underside of his cock-shaft. She licked quickly to the top of his prick; then sank her lovely mouth over the huge purple head. She began to suck his cock, bobbing her head up and down and taking in five, six, seven solid inches at a time. She clutched the base tight in her hand and never stopped wanking it.
"Baby, baby," he moaned, sliding back down on her till his balls nestled between her tits. "You're the hottest little cunt I've ever come across."
He forced another pillow under her head, so that her face was tilted lower. This way, she could continue sucking his cock while he fucked her tits. First he had to pry her fingers from around his cock-base, which wasn't easy. She didn't want to let go. But soon she got the idea. She then used both hands to press her big tits together over his cock and balls while he fucked them. The top third of his cock still plunged deep into her mouth.
He was about to empty his balls yet again, he realized. Over the last few hours she had absorbed quarts of his cum. He held her face tenderly in both hands for a few seconds and stared down into her eyes. The sight of her angel face wrapped around his cock was too wonderful for words. She was so pretty, so sweet, so innocent-looking, so fucking hot!
He felt a tremor go through his cock. And he shot off a monstrous glob of cum into the back of Connie's throat. Her big blue eyes rolled up to his face at once and she began gulping eagerly. But her cheeks swelled out and thick streams of silver jizz flowed from her lips. The cum drooled over her chin and on over her neck, forming a white pool in the hollow of her throat.
He forced his hands over hers, pressed her tits together hard over his cock. And as he lunged forward another huge jet of cum spurted into Connie's mouth, filling it to capacity. Sperm poured from the corners of her lips and streamed over her cheeks to her ears. She gazed up at him anxiously, her cheeks full to overflowing with jizz.
He pulled back, let his cock slip from her drooling lips. Gazing down into her mouth, all he could see was a deep pool of white sperm. The oval of her lips was clogged with cum, and as she moved her tongue about, it slid from her mouth and poured down her cheeks and chin. Her lower face was a mask of gleaming silver jizz.
He let her take his cock in her hand and pump it up and down, watching as she raised it from her mouth till the head was lodged on her forehead. Since he'd come so many times in the last twelve hours, his cock didn't really spurt now. It simply oozed great thick ribbons of semen. One stream seeped free now and stuck thickly to her forehead, right between her eyes.
He watched, fascinated, as the streamer drooled over the bridge of her nose, split in two, and ran down each side of her nose like thick silver tears. The two streams flowed down till they joined the sea of cum coating her lower cheeks.
She held his cock there, gamely letting it ooze its heavy load onto her forehead. And stream after stream of thick cock-cream rolled over her nose and eyes and cheeks. It poured down her face in thick globs, like paint down a wall. Her lovely young features were soon striped with long strings of creamy white cum.
Spunk still drooled from her lips in torrents, but slowly her mouth was clearing. She swallowed, felt the heavy sperm wriggling to her belly like raw eggs. Eventually she was able to speak, though her tongue was coated with a heavy layer of white cum, and elastic strings of cum hung from her teeth.
"I love hot cum. Mmmm, I love to eat warm sperm," she cooed. "And I love it in my face. Spurt out more on my cheeks and forehead. Spread it all across my eyes!"
He did just this. His cock oozed out another two huge streamers of hot jizz, and they hung along her eyebrows and drooled down over her lashes, finally flowing on over her cheeks. Then he was finished. And he stared down at the sperm-splattered teenager in amazement. Her face was heavy with cum. She was drenched in it.
"All over my face! Cover my face with sperm!" she bleated. "I love it! Let me eat it! Let me suck down all your cum!" She didn't let go of his cock for a very long time.
Chapter 8
Late the next afternoon Daryl came by Connie's house and asked if she wanted to go for another ride with him. He hadn't seen her since their cramped session in the front seat of his car. And from the look on his face it was obvious he wanted to make up for what had happened. He seemed determined to be in control of himself this time around.
Connie smiled at him pleasantly. Poor Daryl. He was a nice guy, but he couldn't hope to compete with Ron Crawford. Daryl was just a boy, really. He wasn't a man of experience like Ron. He could never teach her dirty, kinky sex tricks and make her shudder with excitement. He was nice to have as a friend, but that was it.
Besides, she had one final date with Ron before he left town. She couldn't break it to go for car rides with Daryl. Ron had promised a special going-away party at a friend's studio. She was to be the guest of honor, he said. His last-minute instructions had been to wear the special outfit he'd bought for her.
Daryl tried to hide his disappointment and jealousy. He even offered to drive Connie to the studio party, wherever it was. Connie hesitated. She didn't want Daryl discovering what was going on between her and Ron. But at the last moment she accepted his offer. He seemed so eager to please her, no matter what the circumstances.
"I won't be able to invite you up to the party," she said, after she'd changed and was climbing into the car beside him. "It's kind of, you know, private. I was told to come alone."
"That's okay," he said. "I'm not dressed for it anyway."
He glanced meaningfully at Connie's low-cut dress. The rich creamy swells of her tits were almost totally exposed. Through the slit in the side he could see a long length of black nylon stocking and then the pale strip of her upper thigh. She looked like a teenaged hooker.
They drove along for some time in silence, with Connie occasionally glancing at a slip of paper with instructions on how to get to the studio. She told Daryl when to turn left or right, but otherwise she didn't speak. She wasn't really thinking about Daryl at all. She was wondering what excitement the coming evening had in store for her.
"Connie, who is this guy?" Daryl asked finally, breaking the silence. "I mean, I know it's none of my business and all, but I was wondering."
"You're right. It's none of your business," Connie said coldly. She had no intention of letting Daryl know she was fucking a man thirty years older than she was.
Eventually they pulled up in front of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Daryl didn't want to let her go in alone. They were in one of the seedier parts of town, after all. But after making sure the address was correct, Connie said she'd be okay. She made him promise to leave after she was inside, and not to follow her. Reluctantly, he agreed.
Connie entered the building and climbed to the second floor, as Ron had instructed her. She tapped on a door and waited, wondering if she should have let Daryl come with her after all. This certainly didn't look like the kind of place for a party.
But then the door opened and Ron was grinning at her, urging her inside. He glanced approvingly at her dress, then led her down to one corner of the large open room. One wall consisted of a huge skylight window that ran almost to the floor. Beneath it was a wide bed with a bright, red coverlet.
"Let me introduce you to my friends." Ron smiled, gesturing to three men who stood in front of the bed. "This is Calvin, and Tony, and Jerry. Jerry is going to be taking some photographs of you."
The first two men were huge and muscular. They were obviously body-builders very much aware of their good looks. The third man, Jerry, was older. He had one camera around his neck, two more on a table next to him. Yet another camera sat on a tripod facing the bed.
Connie gazed at them all, not quite understanding. Was this the party Ron had spoken of? Herself and four men? Why was there so little furniture in the studio other than the huge bed? And why were Calvin and Tony, the muscle-boys, dressed in bathrobes? She glanced at Ron in confusion.
"Relax," he soothed. "This is a little going-away celebration for me. I wanted some special photographs of you to take home with me. For long winter evenings, you understand. Jerry kindly consented to take them."
Jerry didn't look like the type of guy to do anything kindly. And in fact at that moment he gestured Ron over for a word in private. He was grim-faced, and his voice was harsh as he talked into Ron's ear. Connie caught the odd word or two as she glanced nervously from Jerry to Ron and then to the two muscle-boys in the corner.
"How old is she?" Jerry said, staring over Ron's shoulder at her.
"Never mind. Just take the pictures," Ron replied.
"You sure they'll never see the light of day?"
"They're for my own private collection, Jerry. What's the matter, aren't I paying you enough?"
Jerry grunted softly and came over to talk to Connie. He tried to muster a smile, and then instructed her to redo her make-up. He wanted her mouth to be redder and wetter, he said, and her eyes to be painted much darker. He gave her lush tits a look of deep approval and then went to wait at the foot of the bed.
"You're not nervous, are you?" Ron asked, watching her apply the gobs of make-up. "There's no need to be."
"Mr. Crawford, I'm not sure about this," Connie whispered. "If you want dirty pictures of me, why not take them yourself? I'd let you. And what are those other two guys doing here? Am I supposed to undress in front of them?"
"Just relax and do as Jerry tells you," he soothed. "He's a pro. I wanted nothing but the best. Don't worry about Calvin and Tony. They'll make you feel right at home."
Connie wasn't at all sure about that, but she had no time to worry about it. Suddenly Jerry was standing her in front of the bed and taking shots of her with the tripod camera. She gazed into the lens self-consciously, feeling silly and embarrassed. She tried to forget that the two handsome muscle-men, who hadn't yet said a word to her, were looking on.
"Let the strap of your dress fall off your shoulder. Show us some tit," Jerry instructed, crouching behind his camera. "Sit on the bed. Show us your leg through the slit in the dress."
Blushing with embarrassment, Connie did as she was told. Her left tit wobbled into view as the dress slipped down. One slender leg showed lewdly as she pulled the slit of her dress apart. The black stocking ended high on her thigh, and then the strip of her elastic garter snaked out of sight under the fabric.
"Very nice. I like the stockings and garter belt. That's a nice sluttish touch," Jerry grunted. "Now lift your dress up. Show us what you've got between those pretty legs of yours."
Connie raised the dress slowly, showing more and more of her slender legs encased in the black nylon stockings. Her garters came into view, stretched taut to the stocking tops along her pale thighs. She lifted the dress high enough for them to see her garter belt, then pulled it off over her head. Her blonde hair fluffed out prettily.
"Beautiful tits," Jerry commented quietly, his camera clicking. "They must be at least thirty-eights, am I right?"
"Mmmmm, yes," Connie muttered proudly. She cupped her tits in her hands and held them up to the camera.
The two muscle-boys glanced at each other and moved in for a closer look. Ron gazed on proudly. She seemed to be relaxing very quickly, he thought. And why shouldn't she, with a body like hers? He felt a stirring in his cock as he stared at her lush tits with their puffy, perfectly formed areolas and nipples.
"Jesus Christ, little girl, what happened to your cunt hair?" Jerry hissed, noticing her bare pussy for the first time. "Ron, you kinky bastard, did you do this to her? Did you shave off all her pussy hair?"
Ron grinned like a naughty schoolboy and didn't say a word. He watched Connie intently, amazed at how natural she looked on the bed, naked now but for her black garter belt and stockings. She looked like a model in one of those lush erotic layouts he'd seen in mens' magazines. Except of course that she was so very, very young.
"Okay, roll about on the bed. Show us how sexy you can look," Jerry instructed, picking up a camera from the table and approaching the bed. "Get on your hands and knees. Play with yourself."
Without hesitation now, Connie did as she was told. And without further coaching, she spread her legs wide and raised her pretty ass into the air. Her black garters stretched taut down her thighs, and in between them the hairless gash of her cunt split wide. Her rubbery cunt-mouth was sticking out into the open, already hungry for cock. Just above it was the puckered ring of her asshole.
Her hand snaked under her and her fingers pried apart her pulpy cuntlips. She dipped one finger inside herself and diddled it about. She was a little surprised to discover she was growing wet already. Oily warm cunt-slime was oozing down onto her fingers. Her clit was erect and eager.
"Beautiful. Perfect. This little slut's a natural, Ron," Jerry said. He was kneeling behind Connie now, snapping pictures like crazy. He poked his camera to within inches of her gaping wet cunt.
Next he had her lie on her back with her legs split wide. Again, without being instructed, she pulled her pussylips apart and let him photograph all the glistening pink skin inside. For a minute she thought he would shove his lens inside her, he was so close. She glanced at his crotch, to see if he was getting excited. For the moment she'd forgotten all about the other men in the room.
"Fuck, you're a hot one, aren't you?" Jerry grinned. "Here, stick this inside you. You look like you need it."
He'd produced a giant dildo from somewhere, a huge, fake plastic cock nearly a foot long. Connie took hold of it, stared at it for a second, then stuck it down between her legs. She forced three, four, five inches of it between her cuntlips. Then six, seven, eight inches. Soon all but the base had disappeared up her pussy.
"Beautiful. Fucking perfect," Jerry praised, recording the obscene penetration on film. "Now this one up your ass."
Connie hesitated only a second, then took hold of the second dildo he handed her. She raised her ass, began corkscrewing the fake cock about between her ass-cheeks. It wouldn't go at first, and she was forced to roll on her hands and knees again, the first dildo still jutting from her cunt. Now the second one slid more easily into her asshole.
Ron and the two muscle-boys were close to the bed now, unable to take their eyes off Connie. There were large bulges forming at the front of both Calvin's and Tony's bathrobes. Calvin slipped a hand inside his and began squeezing and pulling on his cock.
"A natural. A fucking natural," Jerry muttered. He was aiming his camera down, catching for all time the weird double penetration of Connie's cunt and asshole. She had inserted both dildos to the hilt now, and she forced her ass into the air proudly for all to see.
"When are we gonna fuck her?" Calvin asked suddenly. "I'm getting real hard watching this."
Jerry took several more pictures. He seemed fascinated with the two dildos jutting up from Connie's crotch like two tent pegs driven hard into the ground. Finally he glanced at Calvin as if he'd only just heard him.
"Real soon, Cal. You can fuck her real soon, both of you," he said. "But first I want her to suck you both hard. I want to photograph her pretty face with two ugly cocks being rubbed all over it."
A warning bell went off suddenly in Connie's head. She'd been so involved sticking dildos into herself that she'd forgotten all about the two muscle-boys. Now, for the first time, she realized what they were there for. They were going to do some kind of twosome on her. She was supposed to fuck and suck two strange men and let Jerry take pictures of her.
"Mr. Crawford?" she asked hesitantly, glancing up at Ron. "I'm not sure I should do this."
"Sure you should. Calvin and Tony are nice guys. They'll show you a good time. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Have I lied to you yet?"
Connie had to admit he hadn't. Whenever she'd hesitated over his lewd suggestions in the past, she'd ended up going through with them anyway and enjoying them. But this was different. Two men at the same time. Two men she didn't even know. Absolute strangers. And they were so big. So fucking muscular and powerful-looking. She was sure they'd hurt her.
"But two men at the same time," she moaned. "It's not right. It's so dirty."
She was aware of how phony she sounded. But she really was nervous about taking on the two muscle-boys. She didn't feel any better when both men stripped off their bathrobes. They had the longest, thickest cocks she had ever seen. They were huge, even bigger than Ron Crawford's. They hung down like great hunks of pipe, all wet and shiny. They had thick, ugly blue veins pulsing up the shafts and swollen, purple heads.
She knew, without asking, that Ron had hand-picked the two men. He'd probably been to some local gym and hung around in the locker room till he saw the two biggest cocks on the premises. God, when they were hard, the cocks would measure thirteen or fourteen inches apiece.
"Okay, one on each side of her," Jerry instructed. "Tony, Calvin, stick your cocks in her face. Connie, honey, let's see what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours."
"Mr. Crawford," Connie whined, staring up at Ron in near panic. It was hard for her to appear helpless with a dildo stuck up her ass and cunt.
Ron smiled encouragingly and stood to one side to watch. Calvin and Tony climbed onto the bed and knelt on either side of Connie's face. Their cocks hung down heavily between their legs, huge and thick. The big purple heads grazed Connie's shoulders and she looked up at Ron for one last time.
"Grab their cocks. Play with them. Rub them all over your face," Jerry instructed matter-of-factly. He was waiting patiently with his camera. "Then I want you to suck them till they're hard as fucking steel."
Connie tried to smile in response, but she was nervous as she glanced at the huge, blazing pricks.
Chapter 9
"Go ahead. What are you waiting for? Play with their cocks," Jerry ordered. He knelt on the bed in front of her, his camera ready. He obviously loved the sight of her pretty, teenaged face framed by the two monstrous dangling cocks.
Connie curled her fingers around both cocks eventually, and began rubbing the purple heads into her cheeks, as instructed. She kept her eyes on Jerry's camera lens the whole time, as if she was hypnotized by it. Each time a cock-head passed her lips, she stuck out her tongue and licked it shyly.
"Beautiful, play with both cocks like that," Jerry praised, shooting her from a slightly different angle. "Act as if the highlight of your teenage life is having two big ugly cocks to rub on your face."
She felt a little silly at first, but soon she began to relax again. And as the cocks grew in her hands she lost what was left of her nervousness. She was slowly getting used to the idea that these two strange men were going to fuck her. As time passed, it somehow seemed less shocking.
After a time even the camera was less of a distraction. She forgot it was there once she began turning her head to give each cock-head a gentle suck. She was only aware of the power surging into the pricks, and their amazing, steel-like thickness.
She rubbed both cock-heads up over her cheeks, alongside her nose, and over her forehead. She poked them in her eyes, and felt them throbbing there like huge, ripe plums. Finally she butted both cock-heads together and flicked her tongue all over both of them. Her lips folded down and deep-kissed each in turn.
"Suck them now. Suck both cocks," Jerry urged. He watched intently as Connie twisted her head and sank her mouth deep onto Tony's granite cock.
She sucked cock for a long time, first Tony's and then Calvin's. And as she slopped her mouth down deep on each one, she felt it growing even more, thickening like some straining, overfilled pipe. By the time Jerry backed off to change cameras, both cocks were over a foot long. Calvin's looked to be closer to fourteen inches.
"I wanna fuck the little slut," Tony growled. "I can't wait any longer. Gotta plow her pussy."
"Go ahead. Plow her pussy," Jerry replied, returning to the bed with a fresh camera. He watched as Connie was flipped onto her back in readiness.
Tony spread her legs wide, eased his cock down, and nudged it quickly between her pulpy cunt-lips. He pressed forward, buried four, five, six inches easily. He didn't even pause. Seven, eight, nine inches of cock disappeared, warping Connie's cuntlips grotesquely. The last four inches vanished as effortlessly as the first four.
Connie expressed no discomfort at all. In fact she was already busy with Calvin's prick. She had turned her head and let him force over six inches of cock-meat between her lips. She was now sucking contentedly, curling her tongue over the huge invading cock-shaft. Her eyes fluttered closed with pleasure.
"She's sure built for cock. The little slut can take anything," Jerry muttered. He was busier than ever now, shifting his camera from Connie's cunt to her cock-stuffed face.
"Didn't I tell you?" Ron grunted. Without anyone noticing, he had stripped naked. He was looking on eagerly, pumping his cock in his fist at the same time.
Tony was fucking Connie steadily. He had scissored her legs up and apart and was carving his cock in and out of her like a machine. The muscles of his belly rippled. He mauled her tits, grabbed hold of them and rolled them about harshly on her chest. He tugged at her garter belt occasionally and let it slap back onto her belly.
Connie felt faint with pleasure. She'd never imagined herself performing such obscene acts with two total strangers, and the whole weird scene was exciting her no end. Besides, her cunt was stuffed with the biggest cock she had ever seen. She felt the start of a climax and would have cried out loud if her mouth wasn't stuffed with cock.
She completely forgot about Jerry and his clicking camera, and about Ron as well. She concentrated on the wild, totally obscene feeling of having two cocks inside her at the same time. She forgot all her shyness and hesitation, and fucked and sucked Calvin and Tony for all she was worth. She didn't want the session ever to end.
"Change positions. Calvin, you fuck her for a while," Jerry ordered. "Tony, plug her mouth for a while. Try not to choke her."
Connie groaned out loud. She hated not to have a cock inside her, no matter how short the time. Soon she was on her hands and knees, her black garters stretched taut over her ass-cheeks. Tony was fucking her doggie-style, burying his cock to the balls up her pussy. Each time he rammed forward he forced her mouth down on Calvin's monstrous hard-on.
Jerry recorded everything with his camera. He was particularly interested in Connie's facial reactions, and he made a point of taking lots of close-ups of her cock-stuffed mouth and her eyes clenched shut with pleasure. He'd never before had a chance to photograph someone so young and pretty in such an obscene situation.
"Jerry, I want to see her double-fucked, remember," Ron said suddenly. "I want shots of her with a cock up her cunt and another up her ass at the same time. Don't forget."
"I'll get everything, don't worry," Jerry said. "In fact I want to get her with three cocks inside her at the same time. You want to shove your prick down her throat while Cal and Tony get her ass and cunt? You look like you need some action."
Ron's cock was indeed solid as a rock. It jutted up through his fist like a weapon. And at Jerry's suggestion he grinned foolishly, like a little boy offered a special present. He came close to the head of the bed and waited for a break in the action. The notion of being the third huge cock to drill Connie was too good to resist.
"Calvin, Tony," Jerry said. "Time to triple-play her. Cal, think you can get your fourteen inches up her asshole?"
Connie's ears burned. She couldn't believe they would try to do such a thing to her. But she was more than willing to let them try. Three cocks inside her at the same time. All of them over a foot long. A yard of cock inside her. What fun-loving girl could pass that up, given the chance? She was genuinely curious as to how it would feel.
Both cocks were pulled from her at the same time, and she got one last glimpse of them before they were rammed back inside her. God, they were big. Calvin's fourteen inches pointed down like a black mahogany pole. Tony's twelve inches seemed to her as thick as her forearm. Ron climbed on the bed also, and his nine-incher jutted out from his crotch like a lance.
"You ready for this, little girl? You ready to take all three giant hard-ons into that sweet teenaged body of yours?" Jerry grinned. He was gathering up yet another fresh camera.
"I guess so," Connie whispered shyly. "I'll try my best."
"Sit on Tony's cock. Stuff it up your pussy and lean down low over him," Jerry ordered.
Tony was already on his back on the bed, his cock sticking up through his fist. He watched as Connie swung a leg over him and lowered herself slowly. She squatted low, her cunt gaping wide. And his cock-head soon slipped between the pulpy pussylips. She sank down quickly, accepted every inch of his blazing hard-on. Then she leaned over and waited, her tits mashed onto his chest.
Calvin crouched behind her, slotted his cock-head between the split-wide cheeks of her ass. He pressed down onto her puckered asshole and it gave way almost at once. The huge dome of his cock and several inches of cock-shaft slid up Connie's ass. He moved slowly, but steadily, never hesitating. He forced her ass-cheeks wide apart with his hands.
"Unbelievable. Fucking great," Jerry hissed, his camera clicking. He was recording the obscene penetration faithfully.
Connie's pretty ass-cheeks and thighs disappeared slowly between the muscular legs of the two men. Calvin's ball sac lowered till it was almost touching Tony's. Soon both cocks were buried to the hilt. They throbbed heavily inside Connie's helpless body, anxious for action.
"It feels so weird! I can't describe it!" she moaned, her small, pale body crushed between the two men. She waited patiently for them to begin fucking her.
But suddenly Ron was touching her face, urging her to raise herself as much as possible. He was standing in front of her, his feet on either side of Tony. He had his cock stuck into Connie's face shamelessly. She opened her mouth, let him shove his prick inside. Her lips closed around it automatically.
"Great. Just fucking great," Jerry raved, photographing first her cock-stuffed pussy and ass, then her cock-bloated face. "This is almost too dirty even for me!"
Suddenly Connie's body was wracked with motion. All three men were plowing their cocks in and out of her, fucking her mouth, her cunt and her ass at the same time. They were going wild, ramming their pricks as deep as they would go. They didn't seem to care if they hurt her or not. Connie tried her best to breathe evenly and not to panic. From the way the men were moaning, she realized, this couldn't last too long.
For no reason at all she suddenly thought of Daryl. What if he could see her now, impaled on three huge pricks? What would he think of her? She'd come a long way in the last few days. From innocent teenager to experienced cock-handler. There was nothing she couldn't handle, was there? She knew it all.
She started to cum. And the next few minutes were a blur as she writhed with pleasure between the three men. Her climax kept rolling through her in waves. She lost track of how long it lasted. She sucked Ron's cock hard and deep into her throat, tried to make him cum. The other two cocks rammed in and out of her without let-up.
She must have passed out for a few seconds. The next thing she remembered, she was flat on her back on the bed and all three cocks were pulsing angrily just inches from her face. All three men were jerking off, aiming their pricks for her face. Calvin and Tony were on her right and left. Ron was sitting on her tits, pointing his cock at her chin.
"Drench her with cum. Cover her pretty teenaged face with gallons of steaming hot spunk," Ron ordered crazily. Jerry had quit giving instructions for the moment. He held his camera just above the jerking cocks, ready to record the deluge to come.
Connie wondered vaguely why they were all aiming their cocks at her this way. Then she remembered how much pleasure Ron had gotten when he'd spurted his semen all over her. These were the pictures he would treasure most after he'd left town, she knew: shots of her face plastered with cum from the cocks of three different men. What a weirdo he was.
She didn't protest. She didn't squirm to get out of the way. She waited patiently, ready to clench shut her eyes at the first sign of flying jizz. She held her mouth open, quite willing to let them shoot as much cum as they could inside. She only hoped she wouldn't choke, or drown in the hot creamy stuff. She knew there'd be lots of it. Ron all by himself shot off quarts.
"Splatter her! Smash your hot cum into her face!" Ron cried, his voice hoarse.
And he gave off a cry of joy as he watched a huge streamer of cum burst from Tony's cock and smack Connie across one eye. It was a thick jet, over a foot long, and it splashed across her ear and cheek before soiling her eye and slithering off over her forehead. The jizz glittered on her face like wax.
Tony squeezed his cock hard and squirted another jet of cum over Connie's nose. The spunk looped across her face like a thick ribbon of warpaint. It drooled down both cheeks and trickled off toward her ears. It was a thick, pearly white.
"In her face! Spurt in her cock-sucking face!" Ron groaned. And suddenly, before Tony had finished shooting, both he and Calvin were cumming too, spurting great heavy jets of sperm into Connie's pretty face.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Mmmmm!" she croaked, her eyes clenched shut. There was an absolute blizzard of cum in the square foot above her head.
Jet after jet of steaming hot cum shot into her face. Streams of white splattered her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. Ribbons of it crisscrossed her eyes. And her mouth, still held open gamely, filled up with a deep pool of white. Jets of cum met in mid-air and bounced off in different directions. The goo always landed on her upturned, soiled face.
"Amazing. Fucking amazing," Jerry grunted, holding his clicking camera just above the silver downpour. His own cock was as hard as stone now in his pants.
Slowly but surely, Connie's face disappeared under its blanket of creamy white cum. She was drenched with jizz, to the point where she was no longer recognizable. Her eyes and mouth were silvery pools of goo. Her nose and forehead wriggled with gushy streamers. She looked as though someone had upturned a jug of white paint onto her lovely face.
"Splatter her! Drown the hot little bitch with cum!" Ron wailed. He lobbed out another two blasts of spunk completely burying the left side of her face with slime. The tail-ends of the jets hung in her blonde hair.
Calvin shot his last few jets across her mouth, leaving her lips awash. He let the dregs pour down onto her cheek and into her ear. Tony had quit spurting already, and he poked his cock into her eye, watching the collected cum overflow down her temple. All three cocks glistened obscenely, as if they'd been freshly varnished.
Connie groaned helplessly. There was so much sperm. She couldn't believe how much the three men had unloaded on her. Her hair was matted and spiky with it. Her mouth and throat were clogged. Even her eyelids felt heavy, as if someone had poured rich and sticky glue into both sockets. She felt streamers of it dribbling down her nose, her cheeks, her neck.
"Are you getting good shots, Jerry?" Ron croaked. "Make sure you get her face in close-up. I want those pictures blown up poster size."
Connie couldn't believe her ears. What a dirty, filthy pervert Ron Crawford was. Was there anything he wouldn't use her for? Was there nothing he wouldn't do to her for his own pleasure? He'd done everything, surely, every dirty, kinky thing a middle-aged man could do to a pretty young teenaged girl. There was nothing else he could do.
"Let me at her, I got to shoot in her face, too," Jerry grunted suddenly, casting his camera aside. He was opening up his pants, hauling out his thick, bloated cock. He nudged Tony to one side and leaned in close to Connie's face. He began jerking off steadily.
"And then I've got one more thing I want to try with her," Ron muttered. "She'll love it, I guarantee."
Chapter 10
For several days Connie barely left the house. For one thing, she was sore as hell. She'd taken three gross cocks up every hole in her body. She'd been fucked and mauled every which way. Her cunt, her ass, even her mouth was tender. She needed a rest.
But there was more to it than this. In a way the orgy had shocked her. She thought she was unshockable, but this wasn't really true. What the men had done to her was beyond her wildest dreams. The way they had triple-fucked her, and in particular the way they had cum all over her, really made her think. What they'd done after that, to end the orgy, she tried her best to forget.
Ron Crawford had left town finally, and it was probably just as well. Who knew what crazy, kinky things he would have thought up next for her? She blushed with shame when she recalled that he'd always have his dirty photographs as a record of what had happened. But he lived far away and there was little chance of the stuff falling into the hands of the wrong people. Like her parents, or her teachers.
Daryl came by again on the weekend, and she was actually glad to see him. This surprised her for a while, until she figured out the reason, Daryl was so normal, so ordinary. He was just an average teenager like herself. After Ron Crawford and Jerry, and the muscle-boys, he was a pleasant change.
He was obviously thrilled when she consented to go for a ride with him. In fact Connie knew right away what he had on his mind, just as she had a few days before. She hated to disappoint him, but she really was sore from the gangbang. When he parked under the familiar trees and turned to her with that special glint in his eye, she waved him off.
"Daryl, I don't want to fuck," she said. "I'm sorry. I can't. I'm not in the mood."
He looked hurt. "It's that guy you're seeing, isn't it? The one who invited you to that party. Are you fucking him, or what?"
Her first thought was to lie, to deny that she'd fucked Ron. But what difference could it make now, one way or the other? She'd probably never see Ron Crawford again. She wasn't sure she even wanted to see him. And she had a strange need to talk about what had happened to her lately. Maybe she could tell Daryl. At least he was a friend.
"Yes, I fucked him," she replied softly. "I fucked him several times. And that's not all we did."
Daryl looked even more hurt than before. He'd had his suspicions, but still he didn't want to believe Connie had fucked someone else. Now she was admitting it, and it was hard to take. He wished he hadn't asked. He didn't want to hear any more but she went right on without any prompting.
"He's the guy who shaved off my pussy hair. He did that the very first time we met, right after he'd eaten me out."
"Who is it?" Daryl asked miserably. "Who is this slimy bastard?"
"Never mind. It doesn't matter. He was much older than you or me. He was middle-aged."
"You fucked a middle-aged guy! You let him shave your pussy?" Daryl gasped. His face flushed a deep shade of red.
"Yes. Are you disgusted with me? You can take me home if you like. I'll understand."
Daryl ignored her. "But why with an older guy? Did he force you, or what?"
"He didn't force me. I loved every minute of it. I guess I did it with an older man because he was so experienced. He could teach me things."
"What kind of things?" Daryl groaned. He didn't really want to know, but he couldn't stop himself from asking.
Connie smiled. How could she sum up all that dirty Ron Crawford had taught her in the past few days? It would take ages. But at the same time she wanted to go on, to see if Daryl was shocked at what she said. In a way it was a great relief to be able to talk to someone about this stuff.
"Well, he taught me how to suck his cock. And to use my tongue all over his balls as well. He taught me how to lick his nuts and take them in my mouth and suck them."
Daryl groaned out loud. His heart was pounding crazily. But what was worse, and what made him feel ashamed, was that his cock was starting to stiffen in his pants. He could feel it. He was actually getting excited listening to Connie tell her dirty tales. And to think that he'd invited her out so he could ask her to go steady with him.
"He has this huge cock." She continued. "I'd never seen anything like it. Until the other day, that is. He made me suck it and rub it all over my face."
Daryl shifted nervously in his seat. He tried to move his growing cock to a more comfortable position without attracting her attention. But then he thought, what the hell, and deliberately eased it to one side. Why should he care if she saw he had a hard-on?
"Connie, you don't have to tell me all this. Shit, I wish you wouldn't," he moaned. "Listen, I don't care what you did with this asshole, whoever he is. I want us to go steady, you and me. I want you to be my girlfriend."
It was out before he could think twice about it. In fact, if he'd thought too much about it, he wouldn't have had the guts to say it. He was in a state of shock at what she was telling him, and maybe it was just as well. He could say things he wouldn't say otherwise. He really did want to go steady with her.
"You're excited, aren't you?" She grinned, ignoring his offer. "You're getting hot hearing about my dirty sex life."
"Never mind. What do you say? Do you want to go steady with me or what? I could be real nice to you Connie."
"And I could be real nice to you. Here, let me help you with that big, naughty hard-on. I can't fuck right now, but maybe I can help jerk you off at least."
She reached over and unsnapped his belt, then opened his fly and gripped the top of his pants. She told him to raise his ass, and as he did so she pulled on his pants and shorts both. The swelling pole of his cock flopped free and swayed to one side. It was a solid, healthy seven inches.
"I knew you were getting a hard-on. I could tell." She grinned. She curled her fingers around his cock and began shucking up and down gently. He settled back into his seat and stared at her miserably.
"You haven't answered my question. Do you want to go steady with me or what?" he persisted. Her hand felt so nice, so expert on his prick. Her fingers were gentle and cool.
"Daryl, you won't want to go steady with me when I tell you what I've done over the past few days. You'll call me a slut. You don't want to go steady with a slut, do you?"
"I don't care what you've done. I really like you, Connie." He groaned. His cock grew rapidly in her pumping fist. It jutted up all red and angry, and the head turned a deep shade of purple.
"We'll see," she said. "You know what I did with this guy after I'd sucked his cock? I let him cum in my mouth and all over my face. What do you think of that?"
Daryl moaned but didn't say anything. If she was telling him all this to shock him, she was succeeding. But his hard-on kept growing, and his breathing became more and more ragged. He couldn't have stopped her talking now, even if he'd wanted to. He sure as hell didn't want to stop her wanking his cock.
"The next time I saw him, I did something even dirtier." She went on, obviously getting a lot of pleasure from what she was saying. "I stayed overnight with him in a fancy hotel. I sucked his cock in the elevator, and later, I let him fuck me up the ass. Isn't that unbelievable?"
Daryl whimpered. For the moment he couldn't speak. She had scooped her free hand under his balls and was fondling them gently. Her fist never missed a beat on his throbbing cock. He wondered how long he'd be able to keep from cumming. Not long, if she kept up this dirty talk.
"Up your ass?" he managed to croak at last. The thought of some horny older man shoving his big ugly cock between Connie's pretty little ass-cheeks was almost too much to bear.
"You want to steady with a girl who lets middle-aged men fuck her up the ass?" she asked, not really expecting an answer. "Or who lets a guy fuck her tits and cum in her face? That's what he did to me next morning. And I loved it."
Her hand paused to rest on his cock. She examined it closely, watching as the piss-slit oozed out a fat pearl of pre-cum juice. She smeared it over the purple dome with her thumb, let some of it seep over her slender fingers. Then she began jerking him off all over again, sliding her fist up and down steadily.
"You want to hear more? You want to hear what I did the other day at that party you took me to?" she hissed.
Daryl knew she was going to tell him, whether he wanted to hear or not. He braced himself for what was to come. He knew it would be shocking. He wondered again if he'd spurt before she finished her obscene story.
"I let myself be gangbanged by three different men," she said, her voice steady. "Do you understand? Three different men, all at the same time. I had one cock up my cunt, one up my ass, and one in my mouth. All at the same time! Do you believe that?"
Daryl nodded helplessly. He really did believe her. He'd believe anything she told him at this point. He glanced nervously at his cock. He wouldn't last much longer, he knew. Any minute he'd be shooting his jizz. It would spurt as high as the roof of the car, he was sure.
"Not only that, but there was a fourth guy taking dirty photographs of the whole thing. Can you imagine? The girl you want to go steady with was photographed fucking and sucking three horny men at the same time. And afterwards they all came in my face. Even the photographer got so excited, he jerked off in my face too!"
Connie's voice was hoarse with strain, and now she too was staring at Daryl's cock, anxious that he should spurt soon. She gave her fist one last rest, and watched while gobs of pre-cum juice slid out over her fingers. Then she was jerking him down the final lap. Her fist was a blur on his prick.
"They all shot off their cum in my face. Can you picture that, Daryl?" she whispered breathlessly. "My face was covered in sperm. Drenched in it. I bet you couldn't even recognize me. Then, to wash me clean, you know what they did?"
Daryl tried to tell her that he didn't want to hear. He knew it would be too shocking, too dirty for words. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He gazed helplessly at his cock, then at Connie's lovely face. Then at his steaming cock again. His balls began to tremble.
"They got out this huge plastic sheet and spread it on the floor. Then they made me sit on it, all covered in sperm, while they stood around me, all four of them. Their cocks were still huge, even after cumming. The smallest one was ten inches long. The biggest was fourteen inches."
Daryl felt himself losing control. He had a crazy urge to stick his hands over his ears. Her fist jacked up and down without stopping. Her other hand squeezed his balls. Again his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. He listened to the end of her story in desperation.
"They held their cocks over me and started to piss." She went on raggedly. "Their cocks were just over my face, and one by one they started peeing. First one guy, then another. At one point I think all four guys were pissing on me at the same time."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Daryl moaned, finally finding his voice. His cock was all set to explode in her fist.
"They pissed on my legs and on my cunt and on my belly. Then they pissed all over my tits and neck. They absolutely drenched my face and hair."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Daryl groaned.
"I let them do as they liked. I didn't complain. I held back my head and let them piss all over my face, all four of them. I even opened my mouth and let them piss inside. I drank down their piss and let it splatter all over my face. And I enjoyed it! You know, I think I really loved it!"
Daryl howled out loud. And without hesitation Connie scrunched down onto the floor of the car and thrust her face next to his cock. She held her mouth open and his prick shot a huge streamer of sizzling cum inside. It shot into the back of her throat and wriggled to her belly, all but a fat trail of it that hung grossly off her lower lip.
"Fuck! Oh fuck!" Daryl roared. He raised his ass off the car seat and shoved his cock through the cradle of her fingers.
"They pissed in my face and all over me, four big, horny men!" she croaked, aiming his cock at her face. She closed her eyes and waited, pumping his prick crazily.
A jet of sperm smacked into her face, spattering in four different directions across her cheeks and nose and mouth. Another followed. And another. Till yet again Connie's pretty face was splattered and soiled with silver cum.
"They drenched my face in piss. And my hair! They gave me a piss shampoo!" she raved, still waving the cock like a wand in front of her face.
A white cum-jet shot across her nose and left eye. Yet another slashed up the center of her face and looped right between her eyes. It ended up hooked in a frond of her hair like a brooch, dripping gently onto her forehead.
"You really want to go steady with a girl who lets guys cum in her face and piss all over her, Daryl?" she groaned, sperm drooling from her mouth.
"Yes, goddammit! Yes!" he howled, cradling her semen-drenched face in his hands. "Goddammit, Connie, I'm crazy about you!"
He shot one more jet into her face. Connie reared back her head and smiled up at him through all the glistening jism. She might just give Daryl a chance, she thought. Maybe he wouldn't make a bad boyfriend after all. Maybe she could learn to like him a lot. He was her own age at least. He was crazy about her. She could teach him all she'd learned from Ron Crawford.
"Rub your cum into my face, Daryl," she urged, tilting her head up to him. "And if you still want me after all I've told you, well, you got me."
