As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized, and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as amorality. As a result, we are becoming more aware of corruption in all circles, and more aware that there are those people who have placed little value on morals - people who know neither good nor bad.
The young girl in this story, Stacy Burns, is a child of the present. Living the life of the existential hedonist, she refuses to worry about tomorrow and rarely thinks of the past. Her main concern is for today and the pleasures it brings. For her, sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying neither emotional ties nor moral overtones.
SUCK HOT SITTER - the story of a young girl who truly embodies the lifestyle of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story is one which holds a lesson for us all.
- The Publisher
Chapter One
Stacy Burns stood in the doorway dressed in white knee socks, a white blouse, and a navy-blue skirt that barely covered her crotch. Her blonde hair was tied up in two bunches on each side of her head, and there wasn't a trace of make-up on her gorgeous freckled face. She smiled brightly, anxious to please her new employer.
"You must be Stacy, the babysitter," Sam Caldicott grinned, ushering her into his luxury townhouse. "You're right on time. I like that. We're going to get along very well, you and I."
He led her down a hallway and into a brightly lit living room. But it wasn't furnished like a living room at all, Stacy noticed. There was very little furniture in it, just a couch and a chair and a large covered bed. There was a set of floor-length windows that angled up into the ceiling like a skylight. And there were cameras and tripods everywhere.
"What a place," Stacy muttered, gazing at the view over the park. "Have you and your wife lived here long?"
"My wife and I are no longer living together," Caldicott admitted. "As a matter of fact, she left me over a year ago. I'm all alone here now."
"You are? Then what about the baby? Who am I supposed to babysit?" Stacy asked. She stared at him with her big blue eyes. She wrinkled her nose prettily.
For a moment, he didn't say anything. His gaze traveled from her lovely face to the promising swell of her tits against her crisp white blouse. Then he looked lower, at the ridiculously short blue skirt and all the slender brown thigh on display for him. She really had beautiful legs, he thought, trim and perfectly shaped. She was a great example of healthy teenage girlhood.
"Sit down and I'll explain exactly what I want you to do for me," he soothed. "If you don't want to do it fine. I'll pay you your babysitting fee and you can go home. Okay?"
Stacy looked at him suspiciously, but she sat down and prepared to listen. She tried to recall what she knew of Mr. Sam Caldicott, and she realized that she didn't really know anything at all. He had called up for the first time the previous afternoon, asking for a babysitter for four in the afternoon. It had never occurred to her that he was anything but a happily married family man.
"I think you're one of the most beautiful young girls I've ever seen," he said. "I've been watching you for weeks. And I want to take some photographs of you. It's that simple. Whatever your normal babysitting fee is, I'll pay you three times that."
Stacy blushed, then immediately grew suspicious. She quickly calculated what three times her normal fee would be. She'd had her eye on a new party dress for some time now, and one afternoon with Mr. Caldicott would mean she could nearly afford it. She tried to hide her excitement as she looked him directly in the eye.
"What kind of photographs?" she asked. "What would I have to do?"
"I'll show you. Stand in front of this wall. Just relax and look natural."
Before Stacy could protest, he had taken her by the hand and led her to a white wall that was bright with light from the windows. He placed her where he wanted her and then moved back to look into a camera he already had set up on a tripod. He began clicking before Stacy had any time to prepare herself.
"I wasn't ready!" she complained. But he ignored her and went right on clicking the camera.
"Just look natural like that. Perfect!" he encouraged. "You don't have to pose for me. Just be yourself."
Stacy did her best, but she really didn't feel very natural in front of him and his camera. He seemed pleased with the stuff he was getting, though, and he kept yelling encouragement at her. In a matter of minutes, she was having fun, and she found herself relaxing more and more. That was when he asked her to open up the buttons on her blouse.
"My buttons?" she asked, her suspicions returning for the first time in a while.
"Just the top few. So that I can get a shot or two of how well-formed your breasts are. A little cleavage never hurt anyone."
A small warning voice was calling in Stacy's head, but she ignored it and thought about the pretty outfit she was going to buy. Her fingers fumbled with the top two buttons of her blouse and she finally got them open. She blushed and looked at Caldicott shyly.
"Open up two or three more. Let me get a good look at the tops of your pretty titties," he coaxed. "Don't be shy. You're a beautiful young woman."
"But you'll be able to see my bra and everything!''
"That's okay. I know what I'm doing."
Reluctantly, Stacy opened up two more buttons on her blouse. And then a third. The garment was now open to her navel, and the cups of her white lace bra were visible. Her ripe young tits oozed over the harness in creamy bulging mounds. Caldicott's camera whirred and snapped.
"Beautiful tits," he muttered under his breath. "Gorgeous, stunning tits." He was working behind his camera like a real professional.
Stacy found herself turning from side to side without being told, so that her tits could be seen in profile swelling against her blouse. Her movements were a bit clumsy, but he didn't seem to mind. He kept voicing his encouragement and telling her she was wonderful and gorgeous. She began to relax again as he praised her. He reminded her of one of her favorite teachers. His interest in her really was very flattering.
"I want you to unbutton your blouse all the way now, Stacy," he went on. "Pull it out of your skirt and peel it back. I want to see how pretty your titties are in their lacy white bra."
Stacy opened her mouth to protest. She wanted to say that this had gone far enough. But he was so nice. And he really did seem interested only in how beautiful she was. There was no harm in going a little further, surely. He was keeping his distance. He wasn't going to jump on her or attack her or anything.
Her fingers undid the last couple of buttons on her blouse, and she did as he instructed, tugging the garment out of her skirt and peeling it back over her hips. Her enormous young tits strained out over the cups of her bra. They were golden-brown and lush, the firm young tits of a teenager just grown into a woman. Through the sheer material, the dark circles of her areolas and the stubs of her nipples were visible.
"Beautiful! Gorgeous!" he praised, still clicking his camera. "Just how big are those things, sweetheart?"
"Thirty-eight inches," Stacy said proudly.
"It's hard to believe you have tits so big. You're so slender everywhere else," he smiled.
He took time out from his photography to gaze at the tits straining and bulging over her flimsy bra. The harness looked like it would snap from the weight of them any second. Her rib cage tapered down to her tiny waist. Her belly was flat and golden-brown. He could see her navel just above the top of her dark-blue skirt.
"Why don't you unhook the bra and let me see your tits properly," he went on, trying to keep his voice steady. "Cover both tits with your hands and show them one at a time. Give me lots of teasing, little-girl looks."
Stacy didn't move. This was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this. The photographs were getting dirtier and dirtier. What if he showed them to someone else? What if they fell into the hands of her parents, or her teachers? She should stop right now and tell him she didn't want to go any further. She should leave and tell Mr. Sam Caldicott to find another model for his dirty pictures.
"Mr. Caldicott, I don't think I should be doing this," she muttered, feeling childish and silly. "This isn't right. It's dirty."
"Dirty? 'What's dirty about a pair of beautiful teenage tits? You ought to be proud of them! You should want to show them off!"
"I am proud of them and everything! But this doesn't seem right. I feel dirty!"
"Don't be silly. Do as I tell you, and stop acting like a little girl," he said. His voice was stern now. He sounded exactly like one of Stacy's strict teachers. And without further consideration, she reached back and unhooked her bra. She quickly cradled both tits in her arms, so that the bra was held against them and they remained covered. She blushed prettily and stared at him.
"You won't show these pictures to anyone, will you?''
"Are you kidding? These are for my own private collection. Let one of the tits peek over your arm now."
He was still all business behind the camera, and Stacy reluctantly let one hand fall down, so that her pink areola and one sturdy nipple were visible. It felt so funny, showing herself off like this for a guy she barely knew. Even her boyfriend Tim had never seen her bare tits. She felt dirty and shameless. But she also fell a twinge of excitement.
"Beautiful. Perfect," Caldicott said. "Now the other one. Show me both tits. And tease me. Stare at me with teasing, little-girl looks."
It all seemed very foolish, but Stacy tried her best. She gave him her most grown-up come-on stare, and let her hand fall away from her other tit. Both tits were still cradled against the bra in her arms, but his clicking camera had a perfect view of her nipples and areolas.
"Lean forward and let go of both tits," he instructed. "Let them fall out and down from your bra. Let them hang for me."
Slowly, Stacy did as she was told. Her arms unhooked and the bra fell away in her hand. She bent down, and both tits swayed forward like heavy, ripe fruit. They dangled beneath her, the pale lower swells contrasting with the tanned upper parts. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars. The nipples were sturdy, half-inch-long stubs.
"Okay, wonderful!" he praised, glad to be over the first major hurdle. He clicked his camera at her gorgeous young tits. He wanted to photograph the dangling tit globes from every angle, and pretty soon he was grabbing another camera and holding it up to his eye as he circled her.
He came closer, moved from the left to the right and back again. He had her lean forward even more, then stand up straight and raise her arms in back of her head, one at a time. The man recorded every stretch and shift of her stunning young tits without touching her once. He acted like a real professional the whole time.
Stacy was again relaxed and enjoying herself. She seemed to have forgotten her shame, and the fact that she was posing topless for a man she didn't even know.
She did everything he asked, letting him photograph her tits in all their glory. And when her nipples began to grow even harder and longer, she figured it must be because the room was so cool. Surely she couldn't be getting sexually aroused?
"Okay, enough of your tits for now," he said suddenly, backing away from her and going back behind the camera on the tripod. "Now I want you to do something extra special for me. I want you to pull up your skirt, very slowly, an inch at a time. Could you do that for me?"
There was a flash of hesitation across Stacy's face, but it only lasted a second. She really was enjoying herself. She was all warmed up and ready to go. She'd already shown off her tits. Why not her legs, too? She had beautiful legs, she knew. It was only natural he'd want to see more of them. It didn't mean he wanted her to undress completely or anything. Her tits might be naked, but she still had her open blouse draped around her shoulders, and she took comfort in that.
She placed her hands on her hips and moved them upwards, inching her navy-blue skirt higher by degrees. Unfortunately, the skirt was so short that she didn't have far to go before she'd be showing off her panties. She stopped with the skirt rolled up high on her thighs.
He photographed her slender golden legs, then peeked over the top of the camera at her as she hesitated to go further.
"Keep going. Show me your pretty panties," he encouraged. "Don't worry, I'm not going to attack you."
For another fraction of a second, Stacy hesitated. Then she pulled the skirt slightly higher. The blinding white triangle of her panties came into view, bulging slightly over the mound of her pussy.
Caldicott nodded his approval and urged her to keep going. He didn't tell her to stop till her skirt was rolled up around her waist and her girlish briefs were on full display. He snapped several pictures of her standing there holding her skirt over her hips.
"Slip your hand inside your panties," he said matter-of-factly, as if he wasn't asking her anything unusual. "Put your hand against your pussy and play with yourself."
"Mr. Caldicott, this is silly," she protested. But she obligingly did as she was told, easing her hand under the waistband of her panties till it was cupping her furry cunt. She moved her fingers about on her pussy lips, as she sometimes did late at night in bed, when she was exploring herself. Her panties bulged over her hand, the fabric dented by her knuckles.
He was greatly relieved that she'd consented to go this far. He hadn't expected her to. And now as he photographed her playing with herself, he felt the first twinges of arousal in his own crotch. The pretty teenager was so passive, so eager to do what he told her. He had the feeling he could get her to do anything, if he only went slowly enough.
"Pull down your panties a little ways for me, Stacy," he soothed, trying to keep the growing excitement out of his voice. "Not far, just so I can get a shot or two of your pubic hair. Then maybe we'll take a break."
Again, Stacy hesitated. The warning voices were again sounding in her head. If she did as he asked, she'd be showing her pussy to a male for the very first time. A major barrier would be crossed. Did she want this to happen with Mr. Caldicott, whom she barely knew? Shouldn't Tim, her boyfriend of two months, be the first to see her pussy? It really wasn't right that she should show herself off like this. What would her parents say?
''Pull down your panties!'' he said, his voice harsh again. "Don't be shy. Show me your cunt!''
The four-letter word cut into Stacy like a knife. She'd heard the word before, in the girls' locker room at school. But still, it was a shock coming from an adult like Mr. Caldicott. It startled her into action, and she pulled her hand from her pussy and used it to force down the elastic of her panties on one side. The furry blonde mound of her cunt peeked into view. He could see a generous sliver of pussy gash over her stretched panties.
"Very good. Very sexy. From now on, Stacy, don't hesitate when I tell you to do something. You trust me, don't you?"
"I guess so," she muttered, not sounding at all sure. She held her panties angled down while he snapped several pictures of her bared pussy.
"Pull them farther down now," he instructed. "Push them off your crotch till they're stretched between your thighs, and then leave them there. And keep your skirt rolled up around your waist like that."
Stacy was too intimidated to do anything but obey. She shoved her panties down, down, till they were caught like a taut white rope between her thighs and her crotch was completely naked. All her most private parts were now on view, and Mr. Caldicott was snapping away happily. She only hoped he'd keep his promise and not show the photographs to a soul. How would she ever explain them if he did?
He was grabbing a spare camera and coming closer to her. He actually knelt down in front of her and took several shots less than two feet away from her bare cunt. He pointed the camera upwards, shooting her bulging tits from below. Then he concentrated on her crotch once more. He seemed fascinated by her down-covered pussy mound.
"Such a pretty teenage cunt," he grunted approvingly. "Such a sweet and tender teenage twat." He moved his camera within a foot of her crotch.
Eventually, he had her remove her skirt altogether. And then he photographed her with her panties stretched lower and lower between her legs. At one point they were above her knees, and then below. Finally they were stretched taut between her ankles.
When he told her to kick the briefs off altogether, she did as she was told without hesitation. There didn't seem much point in arguing anymore. But he insisted she keep on her white knee socks and her open blouse. A girl was always sexier dressed in something, he told her. He took several more shots of her wearing these final two items. Then he said she could take a break on the bed before they went any further.
Stacy wondered how much further they could possibly go. She'd already shown him her tits and her pussy. She was totally nude but for her knee socks and her open blouse draped around her shoulders.
"You've been a very good girl up to now," he went on. "You've taken your clothes off for me and let me photograph your most beautiful parts. Now, before we start taking more shots, I want to show you I'm just as willing to expose myself. I won't ask you to do anything I'm not ready to do myself."
For a moment, Stacy didn't understand what he was talking about. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. Then before she could say anything he was opening up his shirt and peeling it off. He kicked off his shoes and socks and then began unzipping his pants.
In a second, his slacks and shorts were off and he was standing in front of her completely naked. "There, that's better," he said. "Now there's no need for you to feel self-conscious. I'll let you rest for a while, then we'll take more pictures. This is going to be a great afternoon for both of us, believe me."
Stacy was barely listening. She couldn't believe he'd just stripped himself naked in front of her. She gazed at his hairy chest, his muscular arms and his flat belly. She stared at his bulging thighs as he moved about the room. But the thing she couldn't take her eyes off was dangling grossly between his legs. For the first time in her life, Stacy found herself looking at a man's naked cock.
Chapter Two
His prick wasn't stiff. It wasn't erect the way cocks were supposed to be when faced with naked girls. His limp cock just hung there between his legs like a gross hunk of meat. The cock shaft had to be at least eight inches long, Stacy figured, and it was as thick as her forearm. There was a solid blue vein pulsing in its side, and the cock head was all pink and shiny.
He moved around the room quite casually, picking up cameras and laying them down. He didn't seem at all self-conscious about being naked. His big cock bounced around gently, tilting to the left and then to the right. The great hairy sec of his balls hung down like a leather pouch with heavy bearings inside.
Stacy wanted to grab her clothes and run. She'd never even seen a naked man before, and here she was, naked herself and alone in an apartment with a naked man old enough to be her father. This whole situation was too strange for words. She should get up and make her excuses and head for the door. All kinds of weird stuff might happen otherwise.
But something kept her seated on the bed. Part of it was shyness. She didn't have the courage to get up and leave. And also, she didn't want to appear childish or inexperienced in front of Mr. Caldicott. She didn't want to come across like some silly little girl. So she sat on the bed and watched him, her eyes wide at the sight of his monstrous cock.
"Are you ready for more?" he smiled, finally approaching her with yet another camera. "Are you rested enough for a few more pictures?"
"Mr. Caldicott, I don't think I should go any further," she said shyly. "My boyfriend wouldn't like it." Stacy wasn't sure why she said this. Tim had no claim on her at all. He wasn't even her proper boyfriend. They'd just gone to some movies together and done some very light petting. Yet she felt better for mentioning his name. She eyed Caldicott's big soft cock nervously as he climbed on the bed and kneeled alongside her.
"Lie back and spread your legs a bit," he said, ignoring her. "I want to get some nice shots of this beautiful little cunt of yours."
Stacy blushed a deep shade of red. This was another dirty word she'd heard in the girls' locker room at school. Cunt. But she'd never heard an adult say it before. She was so shocked she did what he asked without thinking, moving up the bed slightly and lying back against the pillows. Her legs opened for him automatically.
"Very nice. Beautiful," he continued. He angled his camera down at her body and clicked away. Her big tits lolled back on her chest and separated slightly. He leaned over her and photographed both tits in close-up. He was careful not to touch her, but Stacy was very aware of his big cock shifting about so close to her. It rolled first against one thigh and then against the other. Stacy couldn't be sure, but she thought his prick was growing even bigger.
"Touch your pretty nipples for me," he instructed. "Rub them with your thumbs. See if you can make them even stiffer and longer than they are already."
He knelt beside her, waiting. And as she began tweaking her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, he smiled at her. The stubby nipples were already half an inch long. He doubted they could grow any longer. But he loved the sight of her fondling herself this way, and he took several shots of her pinching the erect nipples.
A fine layer of sweat was forming on Stacy's forehead. She hated to admit it, but her fingers on her tits felt wonderful. Tiny sparks of pleasure were shooting up through her chest, and there was a tingling sensation all the way down to her pussy. She had no idea what was happening to her, but it was terrific and she didn't want it to stop.
"Wait a second. I know what will make your nipples long and stiff," he put in. "Move your hands away for a minute." Reluctantly, Stacy did as she was told. And then before she could react Caldicott dipped' down his head .and drew one stiff nipple into his mouth. He began to suck, pulling the nipple up high off its puffy pink cushion. He used his lips, his tongue, and his teeth to give her nipple a thorough sucking.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, the sparks of pleasure much stronger in her chest. "Oh, Mr. Caldicott! Oh, gee whiz!" He let the nipple slip from his lips and moved over quickly to the other one. He drew this into his mouth and began sucking mercilessly. He gently gnawed on the swollen nipple till it was throbbing and rock hard. Then he spat this one out and grinned down at her, his face less than two feet from hers. Both her nipples were wet and glistening from his saliva. They jutted up over half an inch from their pulpy areolas.
Stacy wanted him to kiss her, but he was soon all business again, photographing her nipples in close-up, recording for all time how aroused she was. She had a sudden desire to cover her nipples, to hide her excitement from him. But she was too aroused already. Ah kinds of crazy feelings were welling up inside her. Her tummy was fluttering and a wetness was beginning between her legs.
Caldicott was amazed at how big and full her tits really were. The rest of her body was so small and slender. And her nipples looked ripe enough to burst with milk any second. He had to resist the temptation to go back to sucking them some more. Instead, he tilted his camera lower, toward her crotch. He crawled around on the bed till he was kneeling between her legs.
"Spread your legs wider. I want lots of open pussy shots," he told her. "Grab hold of your cunt lips with your fingers. Pull them apart for me."
This was wrong, Stacy said to herself yet again. This was terribly wrong, and dirty, and she shouldn't be doing it. But all the confusing feelings were still pouring through her, and without thinking further she reached down and planted her fingers on the pulpy slabs of her pussy. She pulled her cunt lips apart, opened herself up for him. And what surprised her was that she felt less shame now than when she had first showed him her tits.
"Wider, baby. Pull your cunt lips wide," he urged. "I want to photograph all that pretty pink girlie-skin inside your twat. Show it to me, honey. Show me all you've got."
Stacy's fingers pulled harder on her cunt lips, and the thick outer slabs peeled farther apart. The inner opening of her cunt, all wrinkled like a little mouth, peeked into the open. It was all pink and delicate, like a little flower. The tiny bud of her clit was just visible beneath its beak of flesh. Caldicott stared at all the pussy flesh, and his mouth began to water.
"Wider, honey. Pull it open wider," he went on. "Pry your pussy open as if you were getting ready for a big hard cock." He saw a flash of fear pass over her face as he said this.
Obviously, she halfway expected him to climb on top of her and ram his big prick into her little-girl cunt. And in a way she looked as if she wanted him to. But he wanted to prime her, get her ready and willing for all kinds of filthy, kinky sex later On. He didn't want to scare her off. This little girl needed gentle coaxing, over time. And for now he'd content himself with other things.
"Beautiful. Perfect," he praised, his camera clicking.
She had her cunt open so wide now that he could see a dark round hole between the inner pussy lips. The pink pussy flesh was glistening wet. The little girl was obviously quite excited. If he wanted to fuck her, now was the time. But he only smiled at her, placed his camera to one side, and planted a soft and friendly kiss on her navel. Her belly rippled and he felt her shudder with excitement.
"Mr. Caldicott, I've never done anything before, with a man,'' she whispered shyly. "I've never done anything, you know, sexy."
"Not even with this boyfriend of yours? What's his name again?"
"Tim. No. He's so shy and everything. He never even feels me."
"He must be out of his mind," Caldicott said.
And he began licking all over her belly and then lower, tracing his tongue toward her blonde pussy fleece. She made soft whimpering sounds as he neared her cunt.
"Have you finished taking pictures?" she gasped, more for something to say than out of real curiosity.
"For now, yes," he answered. "But keep prying your cunt lips apart like this. I want to do something special to you."
Stacy couldn't take her eyes off him. She gazed down between the heaving mounds of her tits and he licked lower and lower on her belly. Soon he was munching at her sparse pussy hair, and she trembled as she realized what he was going to do next. He was going to kiss her between her legs. He was going to kiss and lick her open pussy. This was called eating a girl, she knew. It was yet another expression she'd heard from the older girls in the school locker room .
"Sweet teenage cunt," he was muttering. "Young stuff. Fuck, how I love young stuff!"
Suddenly his tongue was lapping at her outer cunt lips, first up on one side and then down the other. She tried to hold her fingers steady on the pulpy pussy slabs as he licked her, but it wasn't easy. Ah kinds of sweet sensations were flooding up into her crotch and belly. Then he was dipping his tongue deeper, exploring all the delicate inner cunt folds. He began to nip and suck at the pulpy pussy flesh with his lips.
"Oooooh, Mr. Caldicott! I feel so funny! I feel so funny between my legs!" she bleated in a little-girl voice. "Your mouth is making me feel so nice! Oooooh!" He nibbled more and more harshly on her rubbery cunt folds. Until he could resist no longer, and he was plastering his mouth down onto her open cunt as if it were his last meal.
He licked and sucked and gnawed on her cunt crazily, lapping up all the pussy juice that slopped down from deep inside her. Stacy whimpered more and more loudly, her voice full of little-girl pleasure. She obviously had no idea what was happening to her, but was loving every minute of it. "So good! Mr. Caldicott, I feel so funny and good!" she panted. "My pussy's all melty!"
He was poking his tongue deep inside her pussy now, fucking it in and out like a small cock. Cunt juice was sluicing down from deep inside her and smearing his face. He ate her this way for several minutes, till she seemed on the verge of screaming. Then he caught her clit between his lips and sucked on it roughly. "Mr. Caldicott! Oooooh, Mr. Caldicott!" she crooned, her body writhing on the bed, her tits rolling from side to side.
She arched her back, raised her ass off the coverlet and mashed her pussy onto his face. Only her heels and her shoulders seemed to be touching the bed. She wriggled and bent her back even farther, so that he thought he'd lose her altogether. He had to clutch at her ass cheeks and hold her tight to his mouth. And he continued gnawing and sucking at her clit without let-up. There was a break in her voice, and for a second he thought she was crying. It actually did sound like sobbing. But they were sounds of utter joy. She was cumming.
The little girl was cumming over and over and over again. And she was yelling out her pleasure like a fully grown woman, bleating out her girlie-climax hopelessly. What seemed like quarts of cunt slime poured from inside her and soiled his cheeks and chin.
Caldicott was amazed she'd cum so soon, With her inexperience, he thought he'd have to work on her much longer. But it was just as well. His balls were aching and his cock was as heavy as a hunk of lead. He needed some relief, himself. He stayed with her for another few minutes, until her climax died down. Then he raised his head from between her legs and looked her in the eyes.
"Did you enjoy that, little girl? Did you enjoy cumming?" he grinned, his mouth and chin glistening with pussy cream.
"Mmmmm," Stacy mumbled, and her body sank down into the bed at last. She seemed to be off in a dream world somewhere. Caldicott stared at her stunning, naked young body, and at her oozing, gaping cunt. And for a second he was tempted to ram his stiff nine-inch-long prick up to the balls inside her pussy. But he resisted. Instead he moved gently up over her, trailing his solid cock up over her thigh, her belly, her rib cage. Then he pressed the cockhead against one lush tit
"Mr. Caldicott," Stacy said, as if she were just waking up from a dream. "What are you going to do to me?"
She had felt the hot hardness of his cock scraping up her body. Now she could see his prick, all hard and red, poking into her left tit.
It was oozing something. A clear drop of precum seeped out of its tip and stuck to her hardened nipple. Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to repeat her question. But suddenly he was shoving her farther up the bed, propping her up against a mound of pillows. She was half lying, half sitting up. And he was looking at her strangely.
"You say these tits are thirty-eight inches, huh?" he grunted. "Well, how would you like to have them fucked, little girl? You ever done that with your boyfriend? Ever had your gorgeous young tits fucked?"
"No," Stacy said, not quite understanding what he meant. "But aren't you going to ... you know ... put your thing inside me?"
"It's not my thing, it's my cock. Say it. Say the word cock for me."
"Cock," Stacy said Softly, a pretty blush rising to her cheeks. "Cock, cock, cock."
"That's right. And you want to know if I'm going to fuck you, right? Say it. Ask me properly.''
"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, the blush still on her face. Her voice sounded very childish and shy. She felt strange and excited to be saying the dirty four-letter words.
"I tell you what. Next time, I may fuck you. If you're a very good little girl and don't tell a soul about what we've done here today. And if you get down on your hands and knees and beg me. But for now ... I just want to cum all over these gorgeous tits of yours."
He swung a leg over Stacy's middle and settled his ass down onto her rib cage. His cock jutted out now like a steel bar, and he slotted it down into her cleavage. He grabbed both her hands and forced them to press her tits together on either side of his hard-on. The firm tit globes molded over his prick like heavy mounds of dough. He loved the feeling of having his prick surrounded by all that lush teenage tit flesh.
"Press your tits together hard over my cock, little girl," he instructed, his voice tense. "I'm going to fuck your tits till I shoot my load all over them. Oh, this feels good." He started humping back and forth, driving his huge cock up and down the trough between her tits.
The great purple head of his prick came into view each time he lunged forward. It loomed out over the hollow of her throat and almost bumped her under her chin. He held his hands over hers, forced her to press her tits together. His fuck-thrusts grew quicker, rougher. His balls scraped and squished against her rib cage.
"Such gorgeous teenage tits," he grunted. "I'm gonna drench them in cum. You ready, baby? You ready to have your big tits soaked with hot jizz?"
"Mmmmm, I guess so," Stacy muttered uncertainly.
"Then say it, bitch! Beg me to drench your tits with jizz!" he demanded.
"Yes," Stacy mumbled. "I want you to drench my tits with jizz. Please, Mr. Caldicott, soak my big tits with jizz!"
He loved the sound of her childish little voice using the dirty, dirty words. It gave him a very special thrill. And he vowed that he'd do his damnedest, over the next week or so, to get her to use such words as naturally as he did. She may have walked through his door today a sweet and innocent teenaged virgin, but she was going to leave with a lesson in hardcore sex that she'd never forget. And before he was through, this sweet and innocent little bitch would be doing things for him that a hardened whore wouldn't do.
"All over my titties!" Stacy raved, hardly understanding what she was saying. "Spray your jizz all over my big titties!"
Caldicott stared down into her face, at her big blue eyes and her full, pouty mouth. He gazed at her pretty turned-up nose with its delicate spray of freckles. And at her platinum blonde hair tied up in its two girlish bundles on either side of her head.
What a gorgeous little creature she was. And she was all his, to corrupt and abuse as he saw fit. She'd done a lot for him this afternoon, stripped nude and shown him her tits and her pink pussy. But this was nothing compared to what she was going to do for him in the future.
"All over my titties!" Stacy moaned. "Spray them with jizz!"
His cock seemed to have grown even bigger. Stacy swore that the cock shaft fucking back and forth between her tits was ten inches long. She was glad he hadn't shoved that big fucker inside her. She was curious now about fucking. She wanted to know what it was like. But Mr. Caldicott's cock would have been too much to take. He might have hurt her. There'd be other chances to experiment, to find out what real sex was all about. Tit-fucking wasn't bad, for starters.
"Here it comes, baby! Here comes one of the biggest loads of jizz you're ever likely to see!" Caldicott grunted.
He rammed his hard-on in and out of her cleavage with rough, vicious fuck-strokes. Something hot and sticky smashed Stacy under her chin, and suddenly her neck felt soaked with goo. She gazed up at Mr. Caldicott in alarm and watched him stop humping her and grab his cock from between her tits. He squeezed his prick and ran his hand up and down on it crazily. He was pointing the cock shaft down, directly at her quivering tits. He was moaning loudly, as if he were in pain.
"Oh, fuck, baby, feel that hot cum!" he raved. "Watch my jizz splatter your big bouncing tits!"
And as Stacy watched, his cock spurted a streamer of creamy cum right across her left tit. His cum looked like milk, or melted wax or something, Stacy thought, watching it slop as high as her shoulder and then slop back down over her tit. The jet of jism divided into two streams that curled down on either side of her nipple. She could feel the hot cum rolling down her skin.
This was his cum, his sperm, she realized dazedly. He was cumming, shooting hot wads of cum all over her. It was disgusting - but it was fascinating too. She couldn't take her eyes off his cum-spurting cock. "Feel it spurt, baby! Feel all the hot jizz!" he croaked.
Another jet of cum shot free and danced over her tight tit. Most of this jet spilled into her cleavage and rolled down between her tits heavily. Cum trickled down over her rib cage and onto her belly before pooling in the hollow of her navel. His fist was a blur of motion on his cock. And now jet after jet of hot cum was spurting free. The ropes of jism swirled in the air then fell directly onto Stacy's heaving tits.
Soon both her tits were awash with steaming cum. Rivulets of the stuff poured down and soiled her nipples then continued over the undersides of her tits onto her belly. Her upper body was streaked with white cock cream. This was the stuff that made babies, Stacy realized. And he seemed to have quarts of it to get rid of. What if he'd actually fucked her, and shot all this stuff off inside her? He would have ruptured her insides or something, surely.
"All over your tits, baby! Watch it drool!" he crowed. And he spurted one last jet of cum that hung across from one nipple to the other, before snapping down onto her belly. Cum dripped off both nipples like milk.
Stacy watched his cock deflate in his hand and then stared down at her soiled, cum- splattered -body, She was covered, from neck to belly, with silver cum. Her tits looked like they'd had a can of white paint spilled over them. it was gross. It was disgusting. But it was exciting, as well. She watched the jism drool down her chest as if she'd never seen anything so interesting.
And when Mr. Caldicott grabbed his camera and began taking photographs of her cum-splattered body, she didn't object. In fact, she decided she would ask him for copies of some of the shots he'd taken today. They showed a side of her she never knew existed, and she wanted to remember what had happened, stage by stage. So did Caldicott.
The shots he'd collected today were beyond his wildest dreams. He only hoped there'd be more, and wilder shots in the future. He wanted many, many photographs in his file marked: STACY, YOUNG STUFF.
"Smile for the camera now, Stacy," he coaxed. "That's a good girl."
Chapter Three
Two days later, Stacy still couldn't believe what had happened between her and Mr. Caldicott. The whole thing seemed like some dirty wet dream. Taking all her clothes off had been bad enough. But then to let Mr. Caldicott ram his cock up and down between her tits like that, well, it was really shameful. And he'd shot off his white stuff, his cum, all over her, too. It really was disgusting. But it was exciting too, she had to admit.
Each time she thought about it, tingling sensations started down between her legs. She remembered how good it felt when he was using his mouth on her pussy. All kinds of warm melty feelings shot through her and it was wonderful. Mr. Caldicott had said she was cumming, whatever that meant. She was glad he hadn't put his thing, his cock, inside her. It was so huge, it would probably have hurt like crazy. But she was still curious to know what it felt like to be fucked. Her interest was well and truly aroused. If Mr. Caldicott's mouth could feel so great on her pussy. what would a stiff cock feel like down there?
She really did want to know. There was only one guy she could find out with, and that was Tim Young. He wasn't really her boyfriend. She'd just called him that in front of Mr. Caldicott. But he was a close classmate of hers from school, and they had been out on a few dates together. He'd kissed her a few times, but that was all. He'd never even tried to touch her tits. But Stacy was sure that with a little encouragement, he would do anything she wanted... On Friday night, she was babysitting at the Benson house. About once a month, the Bensons went out on the town and didn't come home till very, very late. Stacy phoned up Tim and invited him over to keep her company. She told him she needed help with her homework, but what she meant of course was that she needed help with her sex research.
Tim rushed over, always eager to spend time with Stacy. And for half an hour, the two of them did actually do some schoolwork together. The whole time, Stacy was wondering how to bring up the subject of sex. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out how to do it. Finally she decided on the direct approach. What did she have to lose? Tim could only run from the house in panic, and she doubted he'd do that.
"Tim, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked suddenly, standing up in front of him. She stretched her arms above her head, the way Caldicott had taught her, and twisted slowly from side to side.
"I sure do," said Tim warmly. "You're the most beautiful girl in school, Stacy - everybody knows that." Stacy smiled.
"But do you think I'm ... you know, sexy, as well? Do I get you excited at all?" She continued shifting from side to side in front of him, and her lush tits strained the front of her T- shirt. For the first time in her entire life, she had not worn a bra. The outlines of her nipples and areolas were clearly visible. The tits looked like they'd burst the tight fabric any second.
"Stacy, you know you do. You get me real excited every time I see you," he said.
"Then how come you don't ... you know ... try to touch me and everything?" She came over to the couch where he was sitting and eased herself down beside him. She leaned close, so that one large tit molded into his shoulder. Ha heart was pounding in her chest. It was a strange sensation, to be taking the initiative like this. With Mr. Caldicott, she'd just stayed passive and done anything he told her.
"Gee Stacy, I didn't know you wanted me to touch you," he said nervously. "I was scared you'd think I was a jerk or something if I tried to feel you up."
Stacy sat up straight and leaned in towards him. She was thrusting out her tits in invitation, letting him see the glorious tit mounds as they bulged against her T-shirt. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "You can touch my titties now, if you want to, Tim. I won't think you're a jerk." she muttered.
"Go ahead. Feel them. I want you to." Tim stared at her with a glazed expression for maybe ten seconds. Then he reached out with both hands and cupped her tits gently. He pressed his hands to the undersides of the tit globes and hefted them, testing their weight. They were so firm and solid, he couldn't believe it. Her tits rested on his palms like two heavy sacs filled with fluid. He held ha tits like that for some time, unable to take his eyes off them.
"Well? Do they feel nice? Is it good to touch them?" Stacy smiled. His hands felt very pleasant on her tits.
"Stacy, they're fantastic. They're beautiful!" He pressed his fingers more firmly into the lush tit flesh and squeezed.
"You can play with them if you like. You can touch the nipples and everything," she went on, surprised at herself. This was so unlike her. All her life, she'd been so shy and reserved. Tim let his thumbs curl up from the undersides of her tits, till they pressed against the stubs of her nipples.
Her nipples were already denting the front of her T- shirt like bullets, but now they seemed to grow longer and stiffer. He teased his thumbs back and forth across her nipples, urging them up off their puffy areolas. They were so hot and hard to the touch, even through her T-shirt.
"Stacy, you're really stacked," Tim said, meaning to be complimentary. "And your nipples are so hard and long! God, Stacy, you're just so sexy!"
"I'm glad you think so," she smiled. "But squeeze my titties harder. Really dig your fingers into them."
The young man did as she asked, pressing his fingers deep into the tit mounds and kneading them like dough. He kept flicking her nipples with his thumbs the whole time, fascinated that they were telescoping at his touch. His hands rolled her tits around and around on her chest, cramming them out of shape against her slender body. They were solid but springy, as if they'd been over-inflated.
"Would you like to see them?" Stacy gasped, sparks flying through her chest. "I'll let you undress me if you like, Tim. Would you like to see my titties?"
"Would I!" Tim groaned. He let go of her tits at last and waited for her to tell him what to do.
"Here, pull my T-shirt up," she instructed. And she sat up straight in front of him and raised her arms up above her head. Her tits stretched beautifully under the tight cotton fabric.
With trembling fingers Tim clutched at the bottom of the T-shirt and pulled upwards. He saw her navel, and her flat golden belly came into view. Then her rib cage and the hollow beneath her cleavage. Finally the shirt rolled up over her chest and he saw her stunning young tits in all their glory. He paused and gazed at her swollen tits with a look of deep respect. "Mmmfff!" Stacy mumbled, the T-shirt still wrapped around her arms and head.
She squirmed and her big tits jiggled. Tim quickly pulled the shirt up and off her, and her platinum hair settled in a sexy mess around her angelic face. She was smiling brightly, nervous but excited. She sat there for a moment in front of him, completely topless, letting him study her big tits. She thrust them out again proudly, and grinned at him.
"Do you like them? Do you think they're pretty?" she asked. By way of answer, he cupped her tits in his hands again and squeezed them, scarcely believing he was handling Stacy's naked tits. He was in heaven. He had never thought she'd let him go this far with her. And she'd encouraged him all the way! He hadn't had to do much of anything. She'd done all the work. He couldn't figure it out.
"You can suck them if you like," she went on matter-of-factly. "Would you like to suck and kiss my titties, Tim?" "Gggnnn," Tim moaned, his head throbbing. He swooped his head down toward one swollen nipple. His lips encircled her areola and he began to suck on her hard nipple. "Yes, Tim! Oh, yes!" she encouraged, cradling the back of his head with her hand. "Suck my nipple. Suck it hard. It feels so nice." Tim couldn't believe his ears. This didn't sound like Stacy at all. But he wasn't going to waste time wondering about the change in her.
He was too excited. He sucked on her nipple hungrily, making wet slurping sounds the whole time. The half-inch-long stub seemed to stretch as he tugged on it with his lips. "And the other one, Tim," she urged. "Suck the other one, too. Suck my titties real hard!" With a quick motion of his head, Tim shifted over to her other nipple. And as he began to suck again he was vaguely aware of Stacy's hand drifting down his arm and then over his hip. What he felt next was too good to be true. If he hadn't been so busy sucking tit, he would have whooped for joy. For there was no mistaking the delicate touch of Stacy's fingers on his bulging crotch.
She was tracing the outline of his cock and balls with her hand. "Tim, unzip my jeans," she whispered, her voice husky. "Unzip me and open up my pants." Again, it was hard for Tim to believe he wasn't dreaming. This was getting better and better. He let her nipple plop from his mouth and stared up at her face. It was as pretty as ever, but flushed. And there was a light in her eyes that he hadn't san before.
Before she could change her mind, he unsnapped the stud at her waist and unzipped her tight jeans.
He caught a glimpse of the elastic top of her white lace panties.
"Pull them down," Stacy urged. "Pull down my jeans and my panties, too. I want you to see all of me. Please, Tim, hurry!" Her ass was raised obligingly off the couch, and quickly Tim tugged on ha jeans, struggling to peel the tight pants off her hips. Her panties were caught underneath, and they were being pulled down, as well.
Tim caught sight of her blonde pussy hair, and then more and more of the furry patch came into view. Soon, both her jeans and panties were down as far as her knees.
"Now it's my turn," she grinned. And before he could react, she was unsnap ping his belt and zipping down his fly. She opened his jeans up wide and pulled out the elastic of his shorts, anxious to see what he had inside.
"Stacy, what's happened to you?" he grunted, watching her hands at work on his clothes. He raised his ass for her and let her haul his jeans and shorts down off his crotch.
Stacy was about to say that she'd been eaten by a man old enough to be her father, and that this same man had fucked her tits and sprayed cum all over them. She knew Tim wouldn't believe her. Who would? But before she could say anything, she caught sight of Tim's cock.
The youth's cock wasn't nearly as big as Mr. Caldicott's, but then it wasn't fully erect yet, either. His prick was maybe five inches long, and it curled gently over his lower belly.
There was a fold of skin over the pink cockhead that hadn't peeled back all the way. She couldn't recall whether Mr. Caldicott's prick had such a piece of skin or not. Her fingers curled around the half-hard cockshaft and she tilted it upright. It had a solid, pleasant feel in her hand.
"Stacy, this is fantastic! I never thought we'd do this together," he said. For the moment, his eyes had left her furry blonde pussy and he was gazing raptly into his own lap. Stacy's fingers were so cool and sexy on his throbbing prick.
"Show me how to make it really hard. What do I do?" she asked him. She tilted his prick this way and that, as if she were looking for the secret of making a successful hard-on.
"Just pump it up and down in your hand. That's all I do when I jerk off," he said, "Squeeze it a little harder, and move your hand up and down on it." Stacy gave a couple of clumsy tugs on his cock and he yelped with discomfort. She stopped and looked at him, scared she had hurt him. But he smiled warmly.
His face was flushed with excitement. "Slow, gently." he coaxed. "Don't try to pull it out by the roots, Stacy." Her fist began to shuck up and down slowly, and she watched his face to judge his reaction. He smiled in reassurance. And then he began running his own hand up the inside of ha naked thigh.
He worked slowly but surely toward her blonde cunt. "Yes, touch me between my legs, Tim. I want you to," she urged. "Play with my pussy. Make me wet." Tim couldn't help but wonder where she'd learned to talk this way. It wasn't like her at all. It we as if something had happened to her since he'd last seen her, but he had no idea what it was. Right now, there was no time to worry about it. His hand was nearing heaven and he wanted to concentrate one hundred percent on her cunt.
"It's getting harder! It's getting bigger!" she yelped, gazing down at his solidly erecting prick. "I guess I must be jerking you off right, huh?" "Hmmm," Tim grunted absently.
He was running his fingers through her blonde pussy hair. Below, he could see the pulpy cunt slabs and the crack in between. It was his first-ever glimpse of a real live cunt. Stacy pumped her hand up and down more and more quickly, confident now that she had the knack.
His cock had really hardened in he fist, so that she knew if she let it go it would stick up toward the ceiling like a steel bar. The fold of skin over the cockhead had long since peeled back all the way, so that the pink prickhead shone wetly. Stacy was proud of how quickly she'd learned her stuff. "Yow!" she yelped suddenly. Tim had pried back the outer lips of her pussy and poked his middle finger inside her. " Timmy! You naughty boy!"
"You like that? My finger feel good inside your pussy?" He was swirling his finger around, widening the hole of her cunt. He outer cunt lips were folding back for him. "Yes! It's nice!" she admitted. She squirmed on the couch and held onto his cock for dear life.
"Shit, what if Mr. and Mrs. Benson come home now?" he laughed. "I don't think they'd let you come babysitting again, Stace!"
"They won't be home for hours." she reassured him. But the mention of the Bensons gave her an idea. Suddenly, she stopped jerking on his cock and stared at him.
"What's the matter, Stace? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked. His finger continued to probe deeper inside her gooey pussy.
"Tim, would you like to fuck me?" she asked, her eyes full of mischief. "Would you like to shove your cock inside me and fuck properly, like real adults do?" "Sure, Stace! Sure I would." he gulped.
Actually, the idea had never occurred to him till now. Never in a million years had he expected to see Stacy's tits tonight, let alone her cunt. Now here she was talking about actual fucking! Just what had gotten into her lately?
"Then let's go into the bedroom! Let's use Mr. and Mrs. Benson's bed!" she grinned. "Oh please, Tim! This will be my first time and everything! I want it to be in a nice big bed. Just as if we were living together or something!"
"Sure, Stacy, okay." he said a little uncertainly. He stared at her, unsure of what to do next.
Suddenly Stacy was standing up, and his finger was forced from her cunt in one quick motion. She began untangling her panties and jeans from around her ankles, and he followed her example. It took him a little longer, for he had a shirt and sweater to contend with, but soon the two of them were completely naked.
Then they were scampering down the hall to the bedroom, gasping and giggling like children. But their bodies were far from child-like.
Stacy's big tits bounced and jiggled as she ran. Cunt juice dripped down the insides of her thighs.
Tim's cock, now a solid seven inches long, jutted out in front of him and swayed up and down like a spring. His hard-on drooled a single drop of pre-cum from its split tip.
"You're sure they won't be home anytime soon?" he asked, standing beside the Benson's huge double bed at last.
"Not a chance," Stacy said.
She was folding back the sheets and climbing into bed. Her tits rolled in front of her, the nipples swollen. She lay back and spread her legs. With the fingers of one hand she pried open the lips of her cunt. She patted the place beside her and smiled at him. Tim damn near pole-vaulted into bed beside her.
His cock was swollen from her expert hand job and his balls were aching. He felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. He was going to fuck Stacy Burns, the sexiest, most beautiful girl in school. And he hadn't had to do anything! It was as if she'd set the whole thing up for him.
"Fuck me, Tim. Shove your cock inside me and fuck me silly," she said. She grabbed hold of his prick and pulled it down between her legs. She tried to guide it into her cunt. She wanted his cock inside her so bad.
Her fist jacked up and down on his prick as she hauled it down, and he wanted to warn her to be careful. It wouldn't take much to make him cum at this stage. He stared at her naked teenage body with the legs spread wide, and he gasped out loud. He moaned at the thought of actually shoving his cock inside this beautiful young girl.
"Quickly, Tim!" she urged. "Hurry up and put your cock inside me. I've got to know what it feels like. I can't wait any longer."
She nudged the head of his cock down onto the open lips of her pussy. And with a little jerk of her hips, she folded her cunt lips over the purple dome. Tim sank forward, and suddenly the head of his cock and two inches of solid cockshaft had disappeared up Stacy's cunt.
He stared down in disbelief as the rest of his prick slid effortlessly up inside her, inch after inch. There was no resistance. Her cunt was wet and greasy and seemed to suck his cock inside.
"All the way, Tim! Shove it all the way inside me!" she urged. She humped her ass up high off the bed, impaling herself on his prick.
She always thought it would be painful, the first time a cock was fucked up her cunt. But there was no discomfort at all. His solid prickshaft slid up inside her pussy easily. And in no time his crotch hair meshed with hers and his cock was in her all the way. His balls nestled against the crack of her ass. His belly lay flat on hers. He gazed down into her eyes for a second and then sank his chest down onto her big cushioning tits.
"It's in all the way, Stacy... do you feel it?" he hissed. "My cock is stuffed all the way up inside you!"
"Mmmmm, I feel it. It's lovely! I feel so good," she cooed. "Shove it back and forth inside me, Tim. Fuck me hard!" Tim began to pump his ass up and down, feeding her lengths of cock with steady strokes.
As if she'd been fucking for years, Stacy scissored her legs up on either side of him and snaked her arms around his shoulders. She tried to stay still, to let him get into a rhythm. But she couldn't keep herself from jerking her crotch up at him. She met each of his fuck-thrusts with a little hump of her own.
"We're fucking, Stacy! We're really fucking!" he groaned, crazy with joy. "Does it feel good for you, too?"
"It feels great, Timmy! I love how your cock feels inside me, fuck me deeper! Cram your cock deep up my hot cunt!"
The bed began to squeak with all the motion The coverlet rose and fell over Tim's ass, Stacy ran her hands up and down his back. Eventually she clutched at his ass cheeks and dug her fingers into the flesh. She wanted to draw his cock deeper inside her, but he was already in her to the hilt. His balls kept smacking gently into the crook of her thighs.
"It feels so nice! I love to fuck!" she muttered. And she looked up at him with glazed eyes. She meant every word. She'd had no idea fucking felt this good, or she'd have started long ago. There was a strange look on Tim's face, she noticed. He almost looked as if he were in pain.
And before Stacy realized what was happening, he was groaning wildly and biting his bottom lip. Suddenly his whole body shuddered on top of her. And then he was heaving back, pulling his cock from her cunt. He planted his prick on top of her pussy mound and humped her wildly. And then a streamer of silver cum jetted up over her belly and smacked her under her right tit.
Stacy couldn't believe her eyes. He was cumming, just the way Mr. Caldicott had, splattering his jism all over her naked body. Even as she watched, another jet of cum spurted from his prick and slithered all the way up her belly and into her cleavage. His cum zig-zagged up her body like a strip of wet paint, all warm and gooey, Crossing the first jizz-jet at an angle.
"No, Timmy! Not yet!" she groaned. 'Don't cum yet! Fuck me some more!"
But another jet of jism shot free. And another one. Till Stacy's belly and rib cage were awash with cum. Strings of cock cream poured off her flanks and soiled the undersides of her tits. Her navel was overflowing with a pretty pool of silver goo. She might have been frightened if she hadn't already had a similar experience with Mr. Caldicott. She knew what was happening now of course. She knew what a man's cum looked like.
But she was disappointed. As the final jet of cum spurted from the youth's cock, she curled her fingers around the cockshaft. And already it was growing limp and slack. Strings of cum trickled from his cock tip over her fingers. She squeezed the prickshaft and milked out the dregs. But no amount of squeezing would keep his cock hard. In less than a minute, his cock was limp as a noodle in her fist.
"So soon, Timmy. You came so soon. And all over me." she groaned.
"I'm sorry, Stace. I couldn't help it. You turned me on so much!"
"Do you think you could fuck me again? she asked hopefully.
"Gee, Stace, I don't think so," he moaned "I'd better go. What if the Bensons come home and everything?"
Stacy sighed and let the boy's cock go. Her pussy felt so empty and abandoned. She ran her fingers through the cock cream splattered across her belly and wondered what she had to do to get herself fucked properly.
Chapter Four
It was a restless weekend for Stacy. Her fuck-session with Tim had gotten her all hot and bothered. She'd been looking forward to cumming again, just like when Mr. Caldicott ate her cunt. Her pussy had been wet and juicy and ready for a nice long fuck. But Tim had disappointed her. She spent a day and a half in limbo, her feelings on edge the whole time. She had another babysitting job on Sunday afternoon, and by the time this was over she was ready to climb the walls. She tried to do some school work, but she just couldn't concentrate.
Finally, against her better judgement, she phoned up Mr. Caldicott. The thought of going over to his place again and letting him fuck her with that huge cock of his was scary. But anything was better than pacing around like a cat in heat.
She asked him if he'd developed the photographs he'd taken of her. She needed some excuse for phoning, after all. She couldn't come right out and ask him if he wanted to fuck her. He said yes, the photographs were ready. Would she care to come over and see them?
Within the hour, she was over at his townhouse, sipping a soft drink and examining the filthy, outrageous shots he'd collected. He had them arranged on a table in sequence, starting with her fully dressed poses.
"Boy, they really turned out well, didn't they?" she said, amazed at how beautiful and sexy she looked. "I thought they would be terrible."
"They're great photographs, if I do say so myself," he smiled. "But that's because you me a great model. You're a natural at this sort of thing, Stacy. And I want to do another session with you real soon."
"Right now?" she said hopefully, her face bright with anticipation.
"Not tonight, no. I'm not prepared. Sometime soon. We'll arrange a day."
Stacy couldn't hide her disappointment She was quiet for a while as she studied each of the dirty photographs in turn. It was weird, but she was actually growing excited looking at erotic pictures of herself. She smiled as she saw herself opening up her blouse and showing off her tits, then raising her skirt and pulling down her panties. A flush of embarrassment spread over her face at the shots of her on the bed, pulling her cunt lips apart and showing her pink pussy folds.
"I really was naughty, wasn't I?" she giggled, moving on to the last photographs in the sequence.
They showed her against the heap of pillows with a glazed, exhausted look on her face. Her neck, her tits, her belly were all streaked and splattered with glistening cum. Globs of the stuff were everywhere, plastering her skin like paint. She stared into the camera as if she couldn't figure out what bad hit her. The childish, rather dumb expression on her face made her look even more erotic.
"You were great," he praised. "These are some of the sexiest shots I've ever taken."
"I was a mess." She blushed. "I guess I must have gotten you pretty excited, huh?"
She glanced at the front of his pants, to see if he was getting as turned on as she was by the dirty pictures. And there was a definite cock-bulge there, all right. But it was hard to tell if he was excited or if the bulge was just his huge cock in its normal state. She gave him her sexiest, most coy smile and decided to go for broke.
"How about now? Are you getting excited at all, looking at these photos and everything?" She'd worn a little lipstick, and now she ran her tongue over her mouth and made her lips shine wetly. She gazed up at him from under her long eyelashes.
"Little girl, I always get excited when I think of you," he smiled. But he made no move to touch her. He stood by the table and stared down at her like a fond uncle. Stacy couldn't figure it out. If he was so excited, why wasn't he making a pass at her?
He began collecting the dirty photographs and sliding them into a manila envelope. She got the feeling that if she didn't say something else he might ask her to leave. He was acting so casually, as if they had no further business together now that she'd seen the pictures.
"Mr. Caldicott, you can fuck me if you like," she blurted, unable to stop herself. "I'll let you. I want you to. Remember last time? You promised you would."
Caldicott put the envelope full of photographs to one side and turned to face her. He smiled slightly. This was exactly what he wanted. She was acting just the way he wished her to. There would be little need for pressuring her to do things from now on. She was obviously deeply curious and excited about sex since their first session. He'd primed her expertly, and now she was ripe and willing.
"Stacy, angel," he soothed. "I'd love to fuck you. I really would. But I had a busy night last night. I'm not even sure I could get it up at this stage."
All this was true. One of his regular girlfriends had spent the night with him and she'd fucked him ragged. He had little interest in another session of straight fucking so soon afterwards. However, there were other things to do.
And cute little Stacy Burns was just the girl to do them with. He cradled her shoulders with his hands and forced her gently, slowly to her knees in front of him.
"I'll show you what the problem is," he went on casually. "Open up my pants and pull down my shorts. You'll soon see."
This was more like if, Stacy thought. Eagerly, she fumbled with his belt and fly. And without further instructions she tugged his slacks down off his hips. His shorts bulged out grossly, but it was obvious his cock wasn't hard. She gripped the elastic top of his briefs and pulled them down. His prick, all pink and puffy, swayed out heavily from between his legs.
"See what I mean? Totally useless," he sneered. He sounded really disgusted with himself. "That's no good for fucking today, I'm afraid."
His soft prick was a good eight inches long, and as thick as Stacy's forearm. But it just hung there limply. At the sight of his cock, Stacy had the same flash of anxiety she'd had the first time. Would such a huge cock hurt her when it was all stiff and hard? Well, she was willing to try anything once. His cock was huge. It was gross. But it was the only cock available to her.
"We could make it hard," she said brightly. "I could pump it in my hand or something. You know .... jerk you off."
"You could, I suppose," Caldicott said doubtfully. "But there's a better way. How about giving me a blow-job?"
"Blow-job?"
"Yeah, you know ... using your mouth on me. Sucking my cock. What's the matter? Does the idea disgust you?"
Stacy gazed up at him dumbly. She honestly didn't know what he was talking about. Use her mouth on him? Did he mean for her to kiss his cock then. the way he'd kissed her pussy last time? Was that it? She looked down at his huge dangling prick and then up into his face again. She didn't know what to say. Just when she thought she knew all about sex, here she was all confused again.
"I figured you'd be disgusted. I guess we'd better forget the whole thing," he said, reaching down to pull his pants up.
"No! Wait a minute. I'll do anything you say, Mr. Caldicott," Stacy gasped. "But you'll have to show me what to do. You want me to kiss your thing, is that it?"
Caldicott grunted. "It's not my thing. What did I tell you last time? I want you to say the dirty words. It's my cock. Say it. It's my fucking cock!"
"Your cock. Okay. Your cock," she mumbled. "Do you want me to kiss your cock or what?"
"Yes. I want you to kiss and lick my cock and anything else I tell you to kiss and lick, okay? But you've got to beg me first, like I told you last time. Are you ready to beg and plead to do dirty things to me, little girl'"
"Yes! Yes!" Stacy nearly shouted. She felt silly there on her hands and knees, facing Mr. Caldicott's huge dangling prick. But if kissing and licking his prick would get it hard, the, maybe he'd fuck her after all. Maybe she'd finally find out what it was like to have a huge, rock-hard cock fuck her for a long time.
"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" she asked.
"Just your top. I'd like to see those fantastic tits again while you're sucking me."
Quickly, Stacy opened up her shirt and tossed it aside. Again, she wore no bra, and her magnificent tits bounced free.
He couldn't help gasping a little at the sight of the teenager's tits, even though he was by now very familiar with them. He'd really never seen tits so beautiful in all his past experience.
"On second thought, take everything off," he said suddenly. "That way, I can give you a little lesson in four-letter words as we go along."
Stacy grinned happily and unzipped her jeans. She kicked her legs in the air and forced the pants down her thighs and off altogether. He watched as she peeled off her panties and tossed them away. Only days ago, it had taken him ages to get her undressed. Now she did it for him as if they'd been lovers for months. When she was completely nude, she got on her knees in front of his naked crotch and stared up at him.
"What's that?" he asked her, pointing down to her crotch.
"My pussy." she said, getting the idea. She knew it excited him, hearing her mouth dirty words.
"What else?"
"My cunt."
"What else?"
"My twat," she grinned.
"And what are those?" He gestured at her chest.
"My tits!" she laughed.
Next he began gesturing at his own body. When he wanted her to think of more names, he kept pointing in the same direction again and again. He really made her think when he first pointed at his crotch. Each time, she said a word he obviously wanted to hear more.
"Your cock!" she grinned. Then she was forced to continue. "Your dick! Your prick! Your fucker!"
"You learn fast, little girl," he laughed, pointing at the dangling hairy sac in back of his cock.
"Your balls! Your nuts!" she squealed. "And what are you going to do to my balls, little girl?" he coaxed.
"Kiss them?" Stacy said after a moment's hesitation. "Lick them? Suck them?"
"Right on all three counts. And with my cock?"
"I'm going to kiss it and lick it and suck it!"
"So? Beg me for it, you little bitch! Beg me!"
"Please, Mr. Caldicott, can I kiss your cock?" she begged, in her best little-girl voice. "Pretty please, may I lick and suck your big cock?"
His huge prick was dangling just inches from her face now, and without being instructed further she leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss just in back of the gross purple cockhead. It was warm and pleasant against her lips, and she opened her mouth and scraped her tongue quickly, shyly, up part of the puffy prickshaft. Immediately, his prick twitched and rolled gently along the side of her cheek.
"I want to suck your cock so bad, Mr. Caldicott," she went on. "But I'm just a poor little girl who doesn't know how. Will you teach me, pretty please? Will you teach me to suck your big hard cock?"
"Kiss it some more. Lick the shaft," he instructed, his voice tense. "Use your hot little mouth all over it, as if you were slurping on an ice cream cone."
Stacy kissed his cock in back of the cockhead again, and then halfway up the cockshaft. A third kiss ended up on the cock base, in amongst his crotch hair. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked all the way from the head to the base and back again. She followed a thick blue vein which had just started to swell and throb in the left side of the cockshaft.
"Very good, little girl. Very good for a beginner," he praised. He stared down at her angelic face as it tilted and swooped around his colossal cock. She looked too young and innocent for words.
"Does it feel good? Am I doing it right?" she asked, her face full of teasing humor.
"What do you think, you little slut?" he grunted.
His cock was definitely stiffening. It wasn't dangling loosely anymore, but was a solid pole jutting out and down at an angle. She took his prick into her hand. It was getting too springy to control with just her mouth. And she began licking and kissing crazily, scraping her tongue up and down on the pulsing prickshaft. Her eyes rolled up toward his face whenever possible. She wanted to keep track of his reaction every step of the way.
"Can I lick your balls now, Mr. Caldicott?" she asked suddenly. "Please, pretty please, may I lick and kiss your big hairy balls?" He groaned as he felt her velvet tongue start to curl and snake over the heavy sac of his balls.
She was poking each of them in turn, forcing them to sway this way and that. Her tongue scraped over his left ball and then his right. She held his still-growing cock up out of the way as she worked. It grew steadily thicker in her slender fingers.
"Can I suck your balls, Mr. C.? Please, please, can I suck your big hairy balls?" She pouted, as if she were a child being denied her favorite candy.
Without waiting for an answer, she dipped her head and took one swollen ball into her mouth. She let it roll back on her tongue and then closed her lips over it. She began to suck the ball, curling her tongue on it and bathing it in the wetness of her mouth. Her head reared back a little and the skin of his ball sac stretched. He moaned with pleasure.
The little bitch really was a fast learner, he thought. With some of his older girlfriends, he'd had to spend weeks persuading them to do stuff like this. And here was this sweet and innocent young girl, little more than a child, slurping and sucking on his balls like an eager whore. Life was sure full of surprises. He watched her spit out his ball and shift over to the other one without being told. She smiled up at him as her lips closed over this second swollen ball.
He would be able to do anything he wanted with this little girl. There was nothing she wouldn't try, if he told her to. And already thoughts of all the dirty, dirty things he would get her to do were springing into his head. His cock grew harder and harder in her fist as he made his plans. His balls grew heavy and numb as the sweet teenager sucked on them.
"May I suck your cock now, Mr. Caldicott? Pretty please?" She pouted. "I want to put your cock in my mouth so bad! Will you let me?"
His prick was nearly ten inches long in her fist, and very hard and heavy. She had to back off and bring it down and around in front of her face. She licked up and around the gross purple cockhead for a moment, wetting it nicely. Then her lips pouted and folded dorm steadily over the shiny dome. The cockhead slid over her tongue and bumped against the roof of her mouth. She angled her face down and let his prick slip deeper between her lips.
"Oh yes, suck that cock!" he groaned. "That's a good little bitch! Use your hot mouth on my big hard prick!"
Stacy felt the cock head far in the back of her mouth, and then in her throat. Her cheeks hollowed. Her lips stretched around the cockshaft. Before long, she had five inches of rock-hard cock meat inside her mouth. And she paused, her fingers clutching the cock base.
She wasn't sure what to do next. She felt as though she couldn't go forward and she couldn't go back. "Fuck, this is great!" Caldicott moaned. "To have your cock stuck in the mouth of a sweet teenaged girl! Suck that cock, bitch! Move your hand up and down!"
So that was it, Stacy thought. She immediately drew her mouth back up the shaft of the cock, till only the prickhead throbbed on her tongue.
Then down again she plunged, taking five, six, almost seven inches of prick between her lips this time. She repeated the move, again and again and again. She set up a rhythm with her head, bobbing it up and down along his cock. The upper part of the cockshaft was soon shiny with her saliva.
He helped her a little. He placed one hand on top of her head and humped his hips in and out, literally feeding her lengths of his hard-on.
A couple of times, he damn near got eight inches of stiff cockmeat into her mouth. Her cock-sucking was terrific. She used her tongue every which way. He could feel his balls beginning to ache with the strain. He'd have a load of cum to spurt soon that would rival his first load with her.
"Am I sucking you good? Does it feel nice?" she asked, suddenly slipping her mouth off his hard-on.
"Yes! Fucking great! Don't stop, you silly little twat! Suck it hard! Put it back in your mouth! Suck my cock till I shoot my load!"
His load, thought Stacy. His load! His sperm! So he wanted to cum in her mouth. He didn't really want to fuck her at all. And what was she supposed to do when he spurted? There was so much of it last time. Absolutely quarts. Would she choke? Would she drown in cum? What was she supposed to do, swallow it or spit it out or what?
"I've gotten it real hard," she gasped, letting his cock snap from her mouth. "You could fuck me now ... if you wanted to. It's big and hard enough to fuck with."
"Put it back in your mouth! Suck it! I'll tell you if we fuck or not," he grunted. "Suck my big prick and don't stop till I tell you."
Stacy pouted, but she did as she was told. Her head began bobbing up and down again on his thick prick. But her mind was racing. Why didn't he want to fuck her? Was it because she was so young looking? Maybe that was it. Or maybe he didn't want to hurt her with his huge prick. It was very frustrating, whatever the reason.
"You ever had a mouth full of jizz, bitch?" He leered down at her. "You ever had globs of hot spunk pouring down your throat?"
Stacy gazed up at him but went right on sucking. Her head stopped bobbing up and down now, and she concentrated on teasing his cock head with her lips and tongue. Her fist began to rotate on his cock base, twisting it as if she wanted to unscrew it. Her mouth and fist squeaked on the stiff prickshaft. Her spit made it glisten brightly.
"How about in your face? Ever had a steaming hot load of cum dripping and drooling down your pretty face?" he went on. She was barely listening. She bobbed her head some more, twisted his prick base in her fist.
And she prepared herself for whatever weirdness he had in mind. He wasn't going to fuck her, that much was obvious. Either he was going to cum in her mouth or in her face. All she could do was let him. She certainly couldn't argue. She slid her mouth up and down on his prick without complaint.
It was kind of nice though, to have a man's cock in her mouth, she thought. It wasn't as good as fucking, maybe, but she could sure get to enjoy it. And obviously, Mr. Caldicott loved it. She could tell from his grunts and groans, and the way his hips humped back and forth.
She could barely get a third of his cock in her mouth now, it was so big and thick. Her lips were stretched grossly around it, and she could feel every bump and ripple and vein in the hard cockshaft.
"Get ready for a mouthful of jizz, little girl. Get ready to eat cum," he grunted. He fucked his prick through the cradle of her fingers and into the oval of her lips. He groaned deeply.
And suddenly Stacy felt a gushing sensation and her mouth was full of cock cream. A heavy wad of cum rolled across her tongue and clogged her throat.
She was too scared to swallow, and she gazed up at him in panic. Her cheeks ballooned out as a second huge blast of cum spurted into her mouth. Two heavy streams of silver cum poured from the corners of her lips and drooled down her chin. They ended up dangling from her face.
Another jet of cum spurted into her mouth, till it was full to capacity. Stacy was gagging, choking. And now two more thick strings of cum overflowed her lips and poured down her chin.
Gamely, she stayed with his cock, clutching its base in her fist and keeping it locked between her lips. But suddenly he was the one pulling it free. He took his cock from her as it slipped from her lips. He aimed it at her face and began jerking off.
A gross wall of cock cream poured from Stacy's half-open mouth. It slopped down her chin and off her face before drooling onto her tits.
Jism poured from her lips in a never-ending flow. Her tongue was heavy with cum. The goo hung from her teeth in thick strands.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he groaned. And he watched as a long jet of jism shot from his cock and splattered Stacy full in the face.
She winced, then shut her eyes in disbelief as the jizz-jet slopped over the bridge of her nose and across her forehead.
She could feel warm cum drooling down her nose and chin like thick syrup. She wanted to reach up and wipe it off, but she had a feeling he wanted to see her face soiled like this. She waited passively for the rest of his cum-load.
More jism smacked into her face in gross jets. One looped over her nose and slithered off down her cheek. The other splashed over her eye and hung off her lashes before forming a letter S across her cheek and mouth.
How gross she must look, Stacy thought, her pretty young face splattered with cum this way. But she knew she was turning him on. And in a final effort to excite him, she began talking dirty with jism still drooling from her lips.
"Yes, cum in my mouth and all over my face!" she groaned. "Spurt your lovely hot jizz all over my face! I love it! Don't stop! Cum all over me! Blind me with cum!" "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" was all he could say.
He let go of his spent cock, and she grabbed it eagerly. "Cover my face with cum! Spurt it all over me!" she begged.
And she rubbed his softening cock into her cheeks and nose and mouth, spreading his creamy cum about on her face like lotion.
Chapter Five
It really was enough to drive a girl crazy, Stacy thought. Here she was ready and willing to be fucked, and she couldn't get anyone to do the job. Tim was an inexperienced boy, and Sam Caldicott seemed more interested in jacking off all over her. What did a girl have to do to get a guy to fuck her properly, put an ad in the paper?
She spent the first three days of the following week eyeing her male teachers at school. And at one point she was on the verge of coming on to one of them. But at the last minute, she decided against it. There would be too many complications. The guy could lose his job or something if they were found out. No, she had to find another willing male, someone older, with experience, but without any complications to him. There weren't exactly a lot of candidates around.
But there was one. And on Thursday evening she found herself babysitting at his house. His name was Roger Hudson and he was around forty and married to one of the most ill-tempered women Stacy had ever met. There were rumors that Mr. Hudson had affairs with other women in the neighborhood, and Stacy could certainly understand why. Mrs. Hudson was a bitch. Stacy would fee no guilt leading her husband astray.
And in truth, there wasn't much leading to be done. For weeks, Roger Hudson had been eyeing Stacy. But she had ignored him, until now. He was so much older than her, after all. Why, he must be ten years older than Mr. Caldicott. But obviously, he liked young teenagers. There was a light in his eyes whenever he gazed at Stacy that told her he'd give a lot to fuck her.
And he wasn't bad looking. He was tall and muscular, and as pleasant natured as his wife was mean. So during the course of her evening's babysitting, Stacy decided to seduce him. He always drove her home afterwards, and sometimes they'd sit talking in her driveway for a while. It shouldn't be too hard, she thought, to have him drive her somewhere quiet for a little extra-special chit-chat.
In fact, it was easy. Everything went as planned. The Hudsons came home. Mrs. Hudson paid Stacy her money without saying more than a word or two to her. And before midnight, Stacy was sitting with Mr. Hudson in his battered Ford as he slowly drove her the five blocks to her house. She gave him her sexiest smile and asked if he would take the long way home. She was too tense and restless to go home right away, she told him.
"Oh yeah? And what do you have to be tense and restless about, little girl?" he smiled.
"Oh, you know, boyfriends and stuff," she said. "I don't know what it is, but somehow the boys my age never seem to satisfy me, you know?"
The car swerved a little to the right as Hudson glanced at her. She'd unbuttoned the top five buttons on her blouse and as she leaned forward her lush tits heaved out. He had a great view of their inner swells and he could see the outline of her nipples against the cotton. This was the first time he could ever recall his babysitter not wearing a bra.
"Teenaged boys don't know how to treat a girl properly. I prefer older men," she teased.
She gazed at him with her huge blue eyes and wet her lips with her pink tongue. She shifted slightly in her seat, letting her skirt ride far up her brown thighs.
"Oh? And how old do you like them?" he asked her, trying to keep his voice steady.
"About your age." she answered frankly. "Tell me, Mr. Hudson, do you ever fantasize about fucking a very young girl?"
The car skidded onto the gravel at the side of the road and he had to right it quickly. They were far beyond Stacy's house now, out in a very quiet part of town. Hudson pulled down a deserted side road and parked under some trees. He left the dash lights on as he turned to face her. He wanted to be able to see the stunning young babysitter clearly.
"I fantasize about it all the time," he admitted. "I've been fantasizing about fucking you for months, little girl."
"Really?" she grinned. She leaned forward some more, and her right tit almost rolled into the open. It was visible nearly to the nipple inside her wide-open blouse.
"But you're so young. I never thought you'd be interested in an old guy like me." he muttered. His mouth watered at the sight of her stunning young tits. He wanted to reach over and touch them, but he hesitated. "How old are you, anyway?"
"I'm old enough to know how to make men hard," Stacy cooed. And she quickly undid the last few buttons on her blouse and peeled it wide open. Both huge tits heaved forward in front of her. For a moment, he was speechless. He'd never seen tits so gorgeous, so big and firm and ripe.
In the dim light, her tits were a rich brown color, and they cast dark shadows across her belly. The nipples looked long enough to hang his hat on.
"Teenage tits," he muttered finally, echoing Mr. Caldicott's phrase. "Girlie, you are one stacked little bitch."
Stacy giggled and moved over next to him on the bench seat. He began feeling her tits, squeezing and caressing them in his hands and tweaking the nipples. He dug his fingers deep into the flesh, almost hurting her. But she loved the mild discomfort. She pressed her hand to his crotch and fingered his cock and balls through his pants. She began opening up his slacks almost at once.
Hudson was sucking her left nipple. At first he took the entire end of her tit into his mouth, areola and all. But soon he backed off and concentrated on her swollen nipple. He chewed gently on the hardened stub and ran his hand over her flat brown belly and into her skirt.
"I'm not wearing any panties," she gasped. "Lift up my skirt and look. I left my panties off - just for you."
He spat out her nipple and glanced into her face. Then he removed his hand from her belly and slid it quickly up her smooth brown thigh. He stuffed his fingers between her legs, and sure enough, where her panties should be, there was nothing but sparse cunt hair. And a pair of very, wet, very greasy pussy lips. He ran his hand up and down against her sweet pussy slit and then slipped a finger inside her cunthole.
"Ooooooh!" Stacy whimpered. She squirmed in the car seat and sank heavily against him.
"You're all wet! You hot little bitch, your cunt is soaking wet!" he croaked. He rotated his finger about inside her pussy.
"Oooh, I've been wet for days." Stacy moaned. And she stuffed her hand inside his open pants and gripped the solid pole of his cock.
His prick was half-hard already, she was pleased to see. And while his cock wasn't as big as Mr. Caldicott's, it was longer and thicker than Tim's. She pumped his prick in her hand and felt it grow stiffer by the second. She tried to shift her position so that she had an unobstructed view of it, but he was leaning closer and closer to her, fucking his finger deep up her cunt. He had lifted her skirt up over her belly with his other hand and was gazing intently into her naked crotch.
"I want to suck your cock. I want to suck you hard," she mumbled.
And that stopped him in his tracks. His finger quit its diddling up her cunt and he removed his hand entirely from her crotch. He grabbed hold of his pants and shorts and shoved them roughly down to his knees.
Stacy was forced to let go of his prick for a second, and it snapped back against his belly like an uncoiling spring. As soon as his crotch was bare, she grabbed his prick again in her fist.
She swooped down her head and took his cock head and several inches of cock shaft into her mouth at one gulp. Right away she began to suck, bobbing her head up and down rapidly. From time to time, her hand left his cock shaft and scooped under his balls. She squeezed and caressed his balls for him as if she'd been servicing men like this all her life.
"Baby, you're one hot little whore," Hudson moaned. "How'd you learn to do this stuff at your age?"
"Mmmmm," Stacy mumbled. His prick was growing huge between her lips and she sank her mouth deeper and deeper on it. His cock head drilled into her throat.
Her mouth slid up and down on his fucker for a while with long strokes. Then she was giving his cock head a special suck-job while she pumped his prick base in her fist.
Her lips made wet slurping sounds on the hard cock, and she was purring softly, like a contented kitten. This little girl really liked sucking cock, he thought. It really was amazing how well she could suck, for one so young.
"Do you like it? Does it feel good when I take your cock in my mouth like this?" she teased, letting his cockhead rest against her chin for a moment.
"What do you think, you cock-teasing little bitch?" he growled.
Stacy giggled. Then she began slowly, methodically rubbing his wet cock into her face. She smeared the purple prick head into her cheeks and nose and then across her forehead.
And she kept her teasing eyes open and locked on his face the whole time, except for when she poked the hard prick head against her closed eyelids. A pearl of precum seeped from his cock tip and hung off her eyelashes.
"It's exciting for you, isn't it, to watch a very young girl lick and suck your cock?" she went on. "Don't you wish you had me to fuck and suck you all the time?"
He moaned. Just what was the little bitch trying to do to him? The sight of his aching prick propped up against her cute face was almost too much to bear.
And now she was licking his prick, tracing her tongue up the underside of the cock shaft as far as the cock head and then back down to the balls. She grinned up at him the whole time, knowing exactly the effect she was having on him.
"If we had more room, I'd suck your nuts," she smiled. "I know men like pretty young girls to lick and suck their balls. Does your wife do that for you? Does she ever take your balls in her mouth?"
Hudson sneered. He was lucky lately if his bitch of a wife kissed him anywhere. He didn't bother answering the question. He didn't want to think about Mrs. Hudson. Here was a sweet teenaged angel licking his cock and teasing him out of his mind. What did he need his wife for?
He humped his crotch forward and his big cock poked all the way up the side of her nose and into the depression of her eye. "Naughty!" she teased.
And she sank her mouth back down onto his hard-on and began to suck again. She took in half his prick at each stroke, but soon went deeper.
He wondered vaguely if he wanted to shoot off in the sweet teenager's mouth. It would be terrific, he was sure.
He could just picture her gazing up at him with cock cream drooling from her lips. But then he had a feeling she wanted more from him. And if he was patient and let her go at her own speed, he might get a taste of everything before this little session was over. The thought of burying his prick up inside her sweet little cunt was too much to consider at this point.
"You're a great little cock-sucker," he praised. "I haven't been sucked this good in a long time. Use your tongue like that. Yes. Go deep on it. Take the head into your throat that way. Oh, yes! Suck that big cock, doll."
He watched her blonde head move up and down in his lap and wondered what he'd done to deserve this. For weeks, he'd been lusting after the little bitch and she'd shown no interest at all.
Now she was gobbling on his cock like it was her last meal. Something had sure changed in her. He felt her mouth slide deeper on his cock, till she had almost swallowed his prick to the balls. His prick was huge now, and if she kept this up much longer, he'd spray her tonsils with jism.
But suddenly she quit sucking and pulled her mouth off his prick altogether. She grinned at him and raised herself up in her seat. Then she was clutching at his shoulders and hauling herself over onto his lap. She swung a leg over his thigh and faced him. He shifted in his seat so that they were out of the way of the steering wheel. Her hand snaked down and gripped his granite cock, holding it upright. "I just love cock," she grunted, her hair tousled about her face. "Fuck, I love cock so much."
She had her legs scissored on either side and she was straddling him. She shifted about gingerly, frying to slot his cock head between her cunt lips. When she managed this, she gave a little squeal of pleasure. She paused for a second, with her pussy lips folded over the dome of his prick. Then she sank down on top of him with a deep sigh.
"Ohhh, fuck!" she groaned as his cock fucked inside her. "Ah the way up my cunt! I feel your big stiff cock all the way up my tight cunt!"
Her crotch hair tangled with his and she settled firmly in his lap. His cock throbbed inside her cunt. Her big tits were mashed on either side of his face like big rubber balls. She began to bounce up and down, fucking him with slow easy strokes. She braced both hands on his shoulders and gazed into his eyes. "Doesn't it feel great?" she purred. "Doesn't your cock feel great inside my cunt?"
"I'll say!" he muttered. He reached around and clutched at her tight little ass cheeks. He began clawing them viciously.
"I love to fuck. I can't tell you how much I love it," she groaned. She didn't tell him that he was only the second guy she'd fucked.
"Well, listen, baby, I'm available. Anytime you need me. I'll fuck you anytime you want." He buried his face between her bouncing tits and felt them pounding around his ears.
Her movements were getting shorter and quicker in his lap. She was stuffing his cock to the hilt up her cunt on every fuck-stroke. And from the glazed look in her eyes, it was obvious she was enjoying herself. Her angel face, so sweet and innocent when she babysat, was almost snarling with pleasure. She may only be a teenager, he thought, but she was a teenager in heat at this moment. There was a look of pure animal need on her features.
"Make me cum, Mr. Hudson," she begged. "I want to cum so bad. I really need it. Make me cum real hard!"
"Just keep fucking up and down on that cock, baby, and you'll cum," he answered. "I'll stay with you to the end, don't worry. Nothing can stop me now."
"You can cum inside me if you want to." she went on. "I'll let you. I want you to. I want to feel your hot jizz spurting up my cunt."
The car was full of wet squelching noises as her oozing cunt was filled again and again with rock-hard cock. She panted and moaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Her big tits bounced about his face, the nipples scraping his cheeks and mouth. Up and down she bobbed, riding him, fucking herself on his cock. Sweet melty sensations began rippling through her pussy.
"I'm so wet! I'm so fucking hot and wet!" she growled. "Ram your big cock inside me, Mr. Hudson! Cram your big cock up my cunt to the balls!"
He tried to think of other things. Her dirty talk and her humping were turning him on so much he would soon be spurting his cum-load. And he didn't want this to end. He wanted to stay with the little slut, make her cum as she had asked. She deserved it, for giving him his most exciting piece of ass in months.
"Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard, Mr. Hudson!" she pleaded. And now the warm sensations were flooding through her. She was cumming. She was climaxing on Mr. Hudson's wonderful hard-on.
He saw her face go into a kind of trance. Her eyes Blazed over as if she were fainting. She bounced up and down on top of him crazily, fucking her hot wet cunt on the entire length of his stiff prick. He was going so deep inside her. The force of her humps was sending his prick knifing up deep into her belly. Her flat brown middle twitched and rippled.
"I'm cumming, Mr. Hudson!" she cried. "I'm cumming so hard and so good!"
"So am I, babe, So am I!" he howled.
And he let himself go, unable to hold back anymore. The thought that he was going to cum inside a teenager young enough to be his daughter excited him no end.
Giant wads of cum began to spit from the tip of his cock. Again and again, his prick flexed and fired off thick slugs of jism up her cunt. Her cunt sucked the jizz out, the muscles of her fuck-hole squeezing and teasing his granite cock. Knot after greasy knot of his cum shot off deep inside her pussy.
"I feel it! I feel your cum inside me!" she croaked. "Shoot it all out! Fill me with cum! I love it! I'll never fucking get enough!"
Up and down she bounced like a crazy person, accepting every ounce of his cum-load gratefully. She could feel the gooey wetness between her legs. His cum must be overflowing and pouring out around his cock, she thought.
Now at last she knew what it felt like to have a man shoot his jizz up her cunt. Finally, someone had shot off properly inside her pussy.
She stared down at Mr. Hudson gratefully as she continued to fuck on his prick, Another gush of cum shot into her cunt. And another, till his balls were empty and his poor cock began to deflate up her cunt. And still she didn't quit fucking. His climax was long over and his prick was almost limp, and she was still riding him. She didn't seem to want this to be over.
"So good to fuck! So good to feel a guy's hot cum inside me!" she purred, slowing down at last. "Thank you, Mr. Hudson. I really enjoyed fucking you silly."
He grinned at her and held her around her amazingly tiny waist. And he wondered how anyone so young had developed such an appreciation for sex. His wife was entering middle age, and she had never come close to the kind of enthusiasm that this sweet little teenager had just shown. He pressed her tits to either side of his face and nuzzled them. His cock grew more soft inside her cum-drenched pussy.
"Should I lick you clean?" she asked suddenly.
And before he could react, she had eased herself up off him and snuggled up next to him on the bench seat, her knees beneath her. As she moved, he caught sight of her gaping cunt. It was oozing cock cream in great greasy strings. Her cunt hair was flecked with white cum.
He watched Stacy take his slimy cock in her fist and begin to lick it clean. And he groaned deeply. This cute little girl had quite a future ahead of her, he thought.
Chapter Six
On Saturday, Mr. Caldicott phoned to invite her over once again. He wanted to take a few more photographs of her, he said. Not many, just enough to fill out his collection. Of course he would pay her three times her normal babysitting fee, just as he'd done the first time. And he would have some special presents for her, in addition.
Stacy seriously considered refusing.
Whenever she saw Mr. Caldicott, he always abused her in some way. If he didn't jack off all over her tits, he squirted cum all over her face. He didn't seem at all interested in fucking her properly. Why should she put up with that shit any longer? Her dirty fuck-session with Mr. Hudson in his car had given her enough confidence now to go out and find more normal sex partners.
But then she had second thoughts. She fell like she owed Mr. Caldicott, in a way. He'd been the first man to release her sexual urges and teach her that she didn't have to feel guilty about them. And in addition, he'd paid her enough for her to afford the sexy party dress she'd been wanting for so long. She decided to go see him. Maybe it would be the last time...
He welcomed her warmly and beamed with pleasure as she showed off her new dress. It was a slinky black evening affair with a plunging neckline, and it wasn't at all proper for afternoon wear. But Stacy couldn't resist modeling it. She wanted him to see what his money had helped buy. And she wanted a male reaction to her first really adult party dress.
"It's beautiful," he praised, as she twirled around in front of him. "I love the way it shows off your big tits. And I have something extra that will go with perfectly. These are the little presents I told you about. Go try them on. I won't peek."
He handed her a small package, and Stacy rushed over to the bed and opened it up. But it took her some time to figure out what the lacy items inside really were. They were underthings, obviously - but a kind that she'd never seen before.
There was a bra, but it didn't seem to have any proper cups. And there was a lacy black belt of some kind with frilly elastic lassies dangling from it.
"It's a garter belt, you silly little bitch," he said, seeing her confusion. "Put it around your waist and attach the stockings to it. Hurry up. I really want to see you in this stuff." Still, she hesitated. But then she shrugged her shoulders and slipped out of her dress quickly.
She eased her panties and hose off and then looped the black lace belt around her waist. She sat on the bed and drew the matching black stockings up her legs. It took her a moment or so, but finally she managed to clip the dangling elastic garters to the stocking tops. She stood up.
"Perfect. Now the bra," he instructed, watching her from across the room.
His cock began to twitch in his pants as he watched the sweet teenager dressing herself up in such lewd items.
She harnessed her big tits into the bra and clasped it in back. But the cups were so small that her tits were completely visible over their tops. Not only that, but the weird item forced her fits up and out grossly, so that they appeared even bigger than they were. Stacy blushed with embarrassment. She felt cheap and sleazy, like a hooker or something.
"Mr. Caldicott, this stuff is gross." She pouted. "I'm not covered at all. Aren't there any panties or anything?"
"No," he said simply, coming closer to her.
He couldn't believe how incredibly erotic she looked. It was the weird contrast that did it. Her face was a sweet and innocent as a child's, yet her body was as arousing as a porno star's.
He forced her to turn around in front of him and then strike a few poses on the bed. He especially wanted to see her on her hands and knees, with her ass reared high into the air. He said he loved the way her black garters dug into her flesh as they stretched over her ass cheeks.
The sight of her cunt and asshole tilted up for him made his prick twitch even more in his pants.
"There are a few things still missing," he said at last. And to Stacy's amazement he produced a make-up kit that he obviously kept around for times like these.
He made her sit up on the bed while he applied a thick sheen of bright-red lipstick to her mouth. Then he expertly daubed inky blue shadow over her eyes as far as her eyebrows. He'd had a lot of practice at this, it appeared.
When he showed her the result in a hand mirror, she was shocked at how well done the make-up was. "I look like a teenaged hooker!" she complained, smiling slightly.
"That's just how I want you to look," he said. "Fuck, you look good! Get on your hands and knees again. Stick your pretty ass up in the air!"
Stacy giggled and did as she was told. She felt a bit silly, made up and dressed up this way. But if it turned him on so much, she wasn't going to complain. Would he fuck her now, at last, she wondered. He sure seemed more excited than usual. And he hadn't even bothered to take hold of a camera yet. He was breathing heavily behind her. She wiggled her pretty ass for him and spread her legs wide, letting him see the furry groove of her pussy.
"Aren't you going to take any pictures, Mr. Caldicott?" she teased, glancing at him over ha shoulder. "I thought you wanted me to model for more dirty pictures." "That can wait," he growled.
And suddenly he was unzipping his pants and stepping from them. He tossed his shirt aside and climbed on the bed in back of her, completely naked.
Stacy only caught a quick glimpse of his cock, but it was already jutting out in front of him like a steel bar. Her heart skipped a beat. It looked like this was it at last. She was finally going to get fucked by Mr. Caldicott's huge prick.
"Yes, Mr. Caldicott! I've waited for this so long!" she purred. "But you'll have to go slowly. I don't think I'm wet enough yet."
"Baby, you don't have to worry about that," he grunted. "Not where my cock's going this time."
He was kneeling behind her on the bed. And from somewhere he produced a small tube of jelly. He smeared a fingerful between her tight ass cheeks, right onto the puckered ring of her asshole.
Then he spread her ass cheeks wide and slotted his cock head into the circle of her asshole. He pressed forward, denting her buns out of shape with his massive cock.
"Mr. Caldicott!" she moaned in discomfort, wondering how a man of his experience could miss her pussy by so far. She reached between her legs and spread her cunt lips wide with her fingers.
But then, with a lurch of her heart, she realized that he knew exactly where he was putting his cock. He knew exactly what he was doing. He didn't want to shove his prick up her cunt at all. He wanted to fuck it up her ass! He was trying to ram his ten-inch prick up her tight little asshole!
She couldn't believe it. He'd split her in half. He'd kill her.
"Relax, slut," he groaned. "This will hurt me more than it will hurt you. We're going to try a little butt-fucking here, so you'd better get used to the idea. Hold on tight now."
He was applying more and more pressure between her ass cheeks. Stacy felt her knees buckling under her. She clutched a handful of the sheet and tried not to think of the discomfort.
This was too weird for words. It was hard to imagine that it was really happening. There was a word for this, she realized. She'd looked it up in the dictionary once. Sodomy. Mr. Caldicott was going to sodomize her.
"It's going, baby! Feel my cock going up your tight teenage ass!" he gloated.
And sure enough, the puckered ring of Stacy's asshole had stretched and folded down over his purple cock head. He pressed on, forcing one, two, three inches of rigid cock meat after it.
"Ooooh! Ooooh!" Stacy groaned. She felt as though a baseball bat were being shoved up her ass.
"It's too big! Mr. Caldicott, your cock's too big to go up my ass! It hurts!"
"Relax, baby. You'll learn to love it." He leered as he forced another two inches of cock meat up her ass.
Was there no perversion Mr. Caldicott wouldn't stoop to, Stacy wondered. The guy seemed to get off on abusing and humiliating her. Why did he never want to fuck her properly, in bed, with the lights out? All he wanted to do was take dirty pictures of her and spurt cum all over her. And now he wanted to fuck her up the ass. He was fucking crazy. How had she ever gotten involved with him?
"Feel it go, baby! Over halfway there now!" he yelled.
Eight inches of cock were embedded up Stacy's ass, and he was still going.
"Too big! Mr. Caldicott, your cock is way too big!" Stacy whimpered. "You'll split me in half! You'll kill me!"
He was leaning heavily over her back now, reaching under to fondle one huge tit in his hand. And with one last motion, he buried the final two inches of cock meat up her ass. He rested on top of her, all ten inches of his throbbing hard cock locked in her asshole. He'd never felt so good in his whole life.
"You're so tight, baby! So fucking tight!" he groaned. "But you took it all! You got all my ten inches up your sweet little asshole! Do you feel it?"
Did she feet it! Her entire lower body was clogged with cock. She felt bloated with cock meat. She also felt dirty and abused. For some reason, she felt a deep sense of shame. What would her parents say if they could see her now? Or her school friends? Her teachers?
What would Tim say if he could see her beneath Mr. Caldicott, with ten inches of cock up her ass? She began to whimper softly.
"Butt-fucking, baby! Doesn't it feel great?" he growled.
He began to fuck her hard, drilling his cock in and out of her tight ass. Stacy's whole body felt stuffed with cock.
Her face was jammed into her pillow again and again as he fucked into her. She began to cry softly. She wanted him to stop. She wanted this ass-fucking to be over. Never in her whole life had she been so humiliated,
But right at her lowest moment, just when she thought she'd faint with discomfort, a sweet feeling rose up between her legs. At first, she barely noticed it. But it grew stronger and stronger as he fucked her. And soon it was spreading, up her cunt and into her belly. Even her nipples were tingling. She wasn't cumming or anything. But the discomfort was fast disappearing.
"Butt-fucking slut! Cock-sucking whore!" he raved mindlessly.
He humped his hips in and out, fucking Stacy's poor ass steadily. His balls swayed and smacked against her open cunt again and again and again.
"Mr. Caldicott, this is so dirty, so perverted! " she sobbed. "Please stop! Fuck me properly, up my pussy. Please stop now!"
"Not a chance, baby! I've always wanted to butt-fuck a sweet teenage ass, and this is my first chance. Think I'm going to quit when it feels so fucking good? No way!"
He raised himself up off her a little, so that he could watch his huge hard-on disappearing again and again up her asshole. He loved the way her small pale ass cheeks kind of dented inwards each time he shoved forward. It really was amazing, he thought, that he'd gotten all of his big prick up her ass. She was so small and slender around the hips. She probably wasn't built for ass-fucking at all. But he didn't care.
"Tell me how it feels, bitch! Tell me what it's like to have a ten-inch cock stuffed up your tight asshole!" he howled.
"It's so strange! So weird! So dirty!" she groaned. "I feel like I've something really gross shoved up my ass."
"You have, baby! You have!" he laughed. He rammed his cock forward to the hilt up her ass yet again.
Stacy began to cry again. The tears welled up in her eyes and dampened the pillow beneath her head.
Her body was shoved forward and down into the bed again and again by his monster cock. Her tits were squashed beneath her and the nipples were tender and swollen. She wondered how long this would go on. He seemed very, very excited, even more excited than in the past. Maybe he'd cum quicker this time.
He ran his hands up the backs of her thighs as he ass-fucked her, up over the sheer dry material of her black stockings. The sight of her lovely slender legs encased in the black nylon only added to his excitement. And he traced his fingers farther, along the taut straps of her black garters as they stretched over her thighs and ass cheeks. He finally clutched at the rear strap of her garter belt and tugged it up high.
"You'll never know how good this feels," he moaned, slamming his cock up her ass yet again. "You're just so fucking tight, it's amazing!" He played with her garters and stockings some more, pulling them up high off her ass cheeks and letting them snap back harshly.
Stacy winced, but the discomfort was nothing compared to the feeling of his ten-inch prick up her asshole. She let him do as he liked.
She didn't complain when he began to slap her perfect little buns with the flats of his hands. The sound of the smacking only added to the weirdness of the fuck-session.
"Maybe next time I'll spank you right, little girl. What do you say?" he grunted, still fucking her. "Would you like me to take you over my knee and spank this trim little ass of yours?"
He was bringing his palms down harshly now against the curves of both her ass cheeks. Again and again he slapped her ass lightly, but hard enough to bring out red finger marks on the pale tender flesh. And all the time, he ass-fucked her without let-up.
"You didn't answer me, bitch! Would you like to be spanked next time, or what?"
"Whatever you say, Mr. Caldicott. I'll do whatever you want," Stacy moaned.
But deep inside, she was wondering if there'd be a next time. Not if she could help it. Mr. Caldicott was too kinky for her. There was no telling what he might want her to do next time. She had a feeling it might be a lot worse than spanking. "I think I'm gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna shoot my hot jizz up your sweet little asshole! " he howled. "Are you ready for it? Are you ready for an asshole full of hot cum?"
"Mmmmm! Do it! Shoot up my ass!" Stacy groaned, longing for the weird session to be over. "Spurt your cum up my asshole! Do it to me! Oh, fuck!"
Most of her discomfort had disappeared, and the pleasant sensations were spreading in her crotch. But she still wanted this to be over. She doubted she'd ever get used to ass-fucking. Maybe with someone she really liked, if he went slowly and gently. But Mr. Caldicott was anything but slow and gentle. He only thought of himself. And his cock was way too long and thick to be comfortable.
"Feel it shoot, baby! Any second!" he yelled. And he tugged on the rear strap of her garter belt as if he wanted to snap it. He fucked in and out wildly, his own ass flexing and twitching. Then he gave a loud groan and fell heavily on top of her, crushing her deep into the bed. He reached under and clawed at her tits. And he never stopped fucking her. His ass rose and fell and he buried his cock deep up her shit-chute. He shuddered against her.
His prick began spewing out great hot gobs of cum up Stacy's asshole. He buried his fucker to the hilt, and each time it spurted a hot wad of jism. Her asshole was awash with cum, totally plugged with quivering cock cream. The jizz overflowed and dribbled down over her gaping cunt. There were gross wet slurping sounds each time he forced his prick down through all the slimy cum.
"Feels so good, bitch! Fucking great to be cumming up your sweet ass!" he raved, pistoning his hips back and forth. His prick felt like it was being peeled up her tight asshole. But he couldn't stop fucking her.
"Mr. Caldicott! Oh fuck! Please stop!" Stacy cried, her face glistening with tears. "You'll split me in half with your big dick!"
He fucked his hard-on in and out of her ass without let-up, spurting gob after gob of steaming jism up her tight asshole.
He mauled her ass cheeks with one hand now and tugged on her garter belt with the other. It felt so good. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be shooting his cum-load up a sweet teenager's ass. He was learning all about the limits of sex from this innocent little bitch.
But he had a feeling she might hesitate to come back after this. The ass-fucking really seemed to bother her. If he was going to use her and abuse her anymore, he'd have to try some very special persuasion. He'd probably lost her trust for good today, he realized. But it had been worth it.
"So much cum, baby! So much hot cum shot off up your ass!" he groaned.
And after jabbing his cock to the balls up her cummy ass two or three more times, he came to a stop, his balls drained dry. He sank down on top of her again, his huge hard-on still embedded up her ass. And he pressed her small slender body deep into the bed.
Stacy was crying softly into her pillow like a very confused little girl. He nuzzled her ear and waited for his cock to go soft. He wondered if it ever would. This little girl had just taken him for the ride of his life. Ass-fucking would never be the same for him again.
Chapter Seven
Stacy was sore for the better part of a week.
She could barely sit down, her asshole was so tender. And the more she thought about it, the more pissed off she was at Caldicott. The guy was a real weirdo. He wasn't interested in normal sex at all. Everything he did to her was strange or kinky. The ass-fucking was the most shocking of all.
She'd gotten into it a little toward the finish, she had to admit. But in the days following, after thinking it over, she decided not to see the guy again. He could have hurt her, with that huge cock of his. It was enough to split most girls in half. Yet he'd shoved it up her ass anyway, thinking only of himself. She was determined not to see him again if he phoned.
There were better ways to spend her time. Like with Tim. He was her own age, after all. And she had a lot more in common with him. He might not be very experienced, but she could handle that. Nice guys were hard to find, and she was determined to appreciate him more. She went out with him several times during the week, mostly to movies. They talked a lot, and got to know each other better. And it wasn't till nearly the weekend that the question of sex between them came up again.
Tim's parents were out of town for a few days. He had the house all to himself, and he invited her over to keep him company. They both knew what that meant.
They were going to try fucking again. But Stacy hesitated. She was still sore from her ass-fucking. She consented to go see him, but she told him up front that she might not be able to fuck him. She said she'd explain once she arrived at his house...
He'd gone to a lot of trouble. There was a cozy den down in the basement of his parents' house. It had a huge fireplace with a thick rug spread out in front of it. And when Stacy arrived, the lights were low and the place was warm and romantic. Tim had actually chilled some wine, and they sat on the rug in front of the fire and cuddled for a while. Tim didn't try to make any moves on her. He waited patiently for her to explain her problem to him.
"This is really nice, Tim," she said at last, meaning every word. "And I'd really like to make it with you again. But I don't think I can. I'm real sore from something weird that happened to me last week."
"Something weird?"
She hesitated. She wanted to be honest with Tim, to explain to him properly what her problem was. But she wasn't sure how he'd react. If she told him about Mr. Caldicott, would he be jealous? Would he be pissed off and ask her to leave? Maybe he wouldn't want to see her again at all. She decided to tell him anyway.
"I've been seeing this older man, Tim," she began. "I'm not going to tell you his name, so don't ask. Anyway, he's kind of strange, and he does weird things to me."
"Yeah? Like what?" Tim asked. He felt a terrible pang of jealousy go through him, but he was curious too. He wanted to know what older guys did with beautiful teenaged girls like Stacy.
"Well, the first time I was with him, he fucked my tits and then spurted his cum all over them. Another time, he made me suck him off and shot cum all over my face. He likes to take pictures of me. too."
"You sucked his cock?" Tim said, his own cock pulsing suddenly.
"Yes. Then last week he did the dirtiest thing of all. You'll probably want me to leave and never come back after I tell you this, Tim, but I'm going to anyway. He fucked me up the ass. He shoved his big ten-inch cock all the way up my asshole and fucked me till I could hardly stand up. I've been sore as hell all week from it."
Tim whistled. His cock began to throb uncomfortably in his jeans. So that was what adult men did to someone like Stacy when they got the chance. Was that ever strange! And he'd been feeling guilty for days because he'd shot cum all over her belly. Ass-fucking was really weird. But what interested him even more was the thought of Stacy sucking cock.
"So you see, I may be too sore down there to fuck properly, Tim," she went on. "Do you still want me to stay, or should I get out of here?"
"Stacy, I don't want you to leave. I don't like what happened to you, but it kind of turns me on too, I have to admit. Tell me more about sucking his cock. Did you take ah of his cock in your mouth and everything?"
"I tried to. I got most of it. But it was so huge! And he shot off so much jizz! I was choking on the stuff. That's when he pulled out and spurted all over my face."
Tim groaned softly. His cock began to throb painfully as he pictured Stacy's lovely face all splattered with cum. He felt jealous and pissed off, but he was really excited, too. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. There were a hundred things he wanted to ask her, but he hesitated to come out with them. He didn't want Stacy to think he was some kind of pervert.
"Was his cock really ten inches long?" he said finally.
"Yes. It was huge!" she answered. "But it wasn't any better than yours, Tim. I mean it was way too big, you know? Especially for taking up the ass. It was gross!"
Her hand slipped into his crotch and she gave his cock a tender squeeze to reassure him. She was surprised at how hard his prick was. They hadn't even done anything yet. They'd just been talking. Yet his cock was getting stiff. It sure didn't take much to get most Buys excited, she thought.
"I guess you really want to fuck me, huh?" She whispered, squeezing his cock again. "You can, if you want. But go real slow, okay?"
Tim didn't say anything. If she was really sore, he was quite content to wait till some other time. But Stacy was kneeling up on the rug beside him and hauling her dress off. Within seconds, she was squatting there in the yellow firelight, grinning at him. She was wearing the strangest underwear he'd ever encountered-the kind of stuff he'd only seen on models in girlie magazines.
"Stacy, I don't believe this! Where did you get this stuff?"
"It was a gift. From the older man I was telling you about. Do you like me in it? This is called a garter belt."
She ran her fingers over the lacy item around her waist. Then she fluffed up her cunt hair and gripped the lips of her cunt. There were no panties in the way to obstruct things, and she pried her pussy lips apart for him and showed him all her moist pink pussy folds. His prick lurched in his pants when he saw her gorgeous open cunt.
"The guy's a real asshole," she went on, still talking about Caldicott. "But he's taught me a lot about sex in a real short time. I suppose I should be grateful."
Tim wanted to say something, but he was too excited at the sight of her gaping cunt. He glanced quickly at her big tits, then at her pussy again. He felt like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what to grab and eat first. The firelight made her lush young body look even more exciting.
"You can kiss me if you like, Timmy," she cooed. "Kiss me all over, and go real slow."
She lay back on the thick rug and let her legs fall open. In her black garters and black nylon stockings, she reminded him so much of those gorgeous models in the jerk-off magazines. He knelt up and tore off his clothes quickly, not once taking his eyes off her. She was stroking her fingers up the insides of her thighs as she watched him.
His cock bounced free, over half erect and quite thick. She glanced at his cock but didn't say anything. When he was naked, he knelt between her legs and gazed down at her, still not sure what to touch first. Her nipples were jutting up, casting long dark shadows across her tits. Finally, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.
"Yes! Suck it, Tim! Make love to me with your mouth!" she muttered. She closed her eyes and let him do as he liked, trusting him not to poke his prick into her for a while yet. She felt so warm and relaxed. He sucked for some time, drawing her nipple up high off its puffy areola. Then he glanced at her face and shifted over to the other tit.
When both stubs were soaring up high like chunks of granite, he began kissing and licking her tits. He loved the feel of them against his face. Before long, both tits were wet and gleaming.
This whole scene reminded Stacy of her very first session with Mr. Caldicott. But this time she was bathed in soft firelight and Tim was kissing her tenderly. He wasn't taking photos of her and treating her like a hunk of meat. She loved the way he licked down over her belly. She felt really romantic. Maybe because she knew Tim really liked her as a person, and not just for her tits and cunt.
"Yes, Tim, eat me!" she purred. "Use your mouth on my hot pussy! Make me wet! Make me fucking wet!"
Her fingers were on her cunt lips again and she was prying them wide apart for him. Tim licked his way over her golden belly and then through her curly blonde pussy hair.
Finally he was facing the gaping pink lips of her cunt, and he could see that she was really wet. Her pussy skin was glistening. A trickle of cunt juice slipped down into the crack of her ass while he watched.
"Lick it, Timmy! Lick my hot twat!" she urged. "I love to be eaten. If you do that, I'll let you fuck me or do anything you want to me! Use your mouth on my aching cunt!"
She was writhing on the rug already, and before she got too excited he scraped his tongue over the thick pulpy slabs of her cunt. She moaned and whimpered and peeled her pussy lips even wider for him. His tongue curled deeper inside her cunt gash, tasting all the sweet fresh girlie slime. He licked inside the rubbery folds of her inner cunt, his nose buried in her cunt hairs. Her crotch related against his face.
"Oh yes! I love it so much! Eat my cunt, Timmy! Suck my clit! Ohhhh!" Tim wondered what she was talking about. He paused in his licking and stared into the gaping pink hole of her cunt. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but she obviously wanted something sucked, and if he could find it, he was determined to oblige her. All he could see was a stiff little bud of skin, all shiny and hard looking. It bulged out from under the two folds of flesh at the top of her cunt hole. He slopped his lips over her clit and began to suck hard.
"Oh yes, Timmy! Suck my clit! Drive me wild! Make me all wet and reads for your big cock!" she whimpered.
Her ass was humping up high off the rug. She was smashing her pussy onto his face so hard he could barely breathe. Her legs scissored back and forth around his head, and he could feel the crisp dry material of her stockings against his skin. All kinds of gooey syrup was pouring down from inside her cunt, soaking his face. He sucked for dear life at her stiff clit, knowing it was making her feet great.
"So good! Oh fuck, so good!" she bleated. "Suck my cunt, Timmy! You're making me cum! Oh, suck my hot pussy!"
He lost all sense of time as he sucked on Stacy's gaping cunt. It was hard work, and he could barely breathe, but he loved every second. And most important, he was giving Stacy pleasure. That was the most important thing in the world. It was even more urgent than the rock-hard cock he had jutting out from between his legs.
She moaned and groaned for what seemed like ages. And her cunt drooled great greasy wads of slime onto his face. But eventually she grew calmer. Her cries became whimpers, and her ass sank back down into the plush carpet. He continued chewing her pussy, not sure if she wanted him to Stop. He didn't quit till she'd settled down completely and was running her fingers tenderly through his hair.
"Did you really cum? Was it good?" he asked, raising his greasy face from her crotch.
"Oh Timmy, did I!" she cooed. "it was lovely! You really know how to eat cunt, you know? You're even better than you-know-who!"
Tim flushed with pleasure. It made him feel terrific that he could give her more pleasure than this older guy, whoever he was. He stared at her with real affection as he sat back on his heels and rested, his face dripping cunt juice. His hard-on jutted up high in his crotch, like a big crowbar.
"My, you really got excited, didn't you?" she giggled. She encircled his cock with her fingers and squeezed.
"Stacy, I think I'm all set to blow my wad again," he moaned. "If I try to fuck you, I'll cum right away - I know it."
His cock was throbbing in her fist, and she knew he was telling the truth. The poor guy was really on the edge. As she jacked on his cock, she could see clear precum seeping from the tip of his cock and dribbling over her fingers. He would probably spurt his cum-load in a matter of seconds. This time around, though, she didn't mind.
"Would you like to cum in my mouth, Timmy?" she asked. "Would that excite you? I'll suck your cock and swallow your jizz if you want me to."
Tim almost howled. He crawled up over Stacy's body quickly and straddled her neck, his bare ass on her tits. Immediately, she sank her mouth down over his prick and began sucking.
She gazed up at him with teasing eyes, almost smiling as she blew him. Her lipstick smeared off onto his bloated cock. "Is this really okay, Stacy?" he whispered, out of his mind with pleasure.
Stacy winked at him lewdly and continued sucking. Her cheeks hollowed and then swelled and she made wet noises with her lips. More than five inches of prick meat slid into her mouth on each gulp. Her head tilted back and forth.
Tim felt his self-control slipping away. He knew he couldn't last very long. "Is this what the older guy did to you?" he asked, his voice tense.
There was no answer. Stacy was concentrating on her cock-sucking. Her eyes were still glued to his face and she was watching for any sign of his climax. She sensed he was very close, and she wanted to be ready. Her tongue curled around his cock shaft and she pulsed her lips against it hotly.
"Fuck, Stacy, I'm really going to do it! I'm going to cum in your mouth!" he groaned. He sounded almost apologetic.
Stacy winked at him. And suddenly her cheeks ballooned wide. Creamy cum began to pour from the corners of her mouth.
He was cumming, firing off glob after glob of heavy cock cream into her sucking mouth. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed the heavy gushes of cum. She made lewd gurgling sounds as she gulped his jism down.
"Oh, Stacy! Oh, Stacy!" he moaned. He watched more milky cum drool from her lips.
His cock pumped out jet after jet of jism. But after a while, Stacy stopped swallowing. She saved up all his cum in the back of her throat and in her ballooning cheeks. And when he was through she let his cock slip from her lips and opened her mouth for him. All he could see was a gross pool of white cum filling her mouth.
"Oh, Stacy," he groaned one more time.
She winked at him again. Then she forced all his cum up out of her mouth with her tongue.
The slimy cum poured from her lips and flooded her chin and neck. She grinned up at him, her cummy lips glistening.
Chapter Eight
Sam Caldicott called Stacy on the phone every day for three days. And each time, she said she didn't want to talk to him and hung up. She had no intention of seeing him again. Not after what he'd done to her. And besides, she was happy now with Tim. She was going steady, and she didn't want anything to ruin the relationship.
During the fourth phone call, she lowered her voice and actually told Mr. Caldicott to go fuck himself. She was a bit surprised at herself. "Listen, you little slut!" he growled. "if you don't get your pretty little ass down to my studio tonight, you're going to regret it dearly. I'm all set to show certain photographs to all kinds of people. If you're not careful, you're going to be real famous in this town."
Stacy hesitated. He wouldn't really do that, would he? He wouldn't have the guts. And he might get in a lot of trouble himself, surely. But she didn't hang up. She let him go on raving for a while, calling her a slut and a cunt and a whore. She wondered if there was anything she could do to prevent him from showing those dirty pictures.
"Now listen, bitch." he went on. "I don't want us to quarrel. We've got a great thing going, you and me. Come over tonight and we'll discuss this. Besides, I didn't pay you for your last session."
This was true, but Stacy didn't really care about the money. It was the photos that worried her. She didn't want her parents, or her teachers, or Tim to see them. She told Caldicott she'd be over around seven. But this was the very last time, she added. And she wasn't going to let him shove his cock up her ass again. He laughed and said he had a very different kind of evening planned for her. Lots of surprises, he said.
And he wasn't kidding. The first thing he had her do when she arrived was strip down to her black garters and stockings. He was glad to see she was wearing them, he said. It meant she was still his "little girl." Then he made her sit on a towel on the bed while he produced some scissors, a razor, and a can of shaving cream.
For a moment, Stacy was scared. She had no idea what he was up to. But then he explained what he wanted and she sat back and let him go ahead. It seemed really silly to her, but she was past wondering what turned Mr. Caldicott on. She spread her legs and watched as he used the scissors to snip away her curly blonde pussy hair.
"Nothing like a nice hairless pussy to turn a guy on," he said. And he sprayed thick white shaving foam all over her ragged little pussy patch.
He was really surprisingly gentle. And Stacy gazed down in amazement as he scraped the razor this way and that between her legs. Her cunt mound was clean in a matter of seconds.
He even cleared the tiny hairs alongside her cunt-lips. He mopped her with a damp towel and told her to lie back on the bed. He brought out his trusty camera and began taking pictures of her pale hairless crotch.
"Fucking beautiful." he smiled, bobbing and weaving with the camera. "You look so fucking sexy. The boys are going to love this."
Stacy wasn't sure what he meant, and she didn't have time to ask. He handed her two large plastic objects, and told her to poke her pussy with them. They were fake cocks, each about ten inches long, and for a second she stared at them in disbelief.
"Shove them up your cunt and ass! I really want these shots!" he yelled, his voice harsh and threatening.
And before she realized what he was doing, Stacy was inserting the head of one plastic cock between her pussy lips. She eased it deeper, till four, five, six inches were buried inside her cunt.
Then she got on her hands and knees and tried to corkscrew the other cock up her ass. The soreness had long since disappeared from her asshole, but she still felt weird trying to get this thing inside her ass.
"It won't go!" she protested.
But Caldicott stepped closer and gently forced the dildo a good six inches up her ass. He eased the other fake cock farther up her cunt, till over eight inches were inside her.
Then he began photographing her again. The two gross objects jutted out from her ass and cunt like a couple of spikes embedded in meat. Her asshole and cuntlips were stretched taut around the thick dildoes.
Stacy felt like crying again. Why did she always feel this way lately around Caldicott?
Maybe because he always forced her to do the most disgusting and humiliating things. She squatted on the bed and let him take his dirty pictures. A few more weren't going to make any difference. He already had enough to ruin her whole life.
"You ever had sex with more than one guy at the same time, little girl?" he asked her suddenly, still photographing her. "You ever fucked and sucked two big horny studs at the same time?"
"You know I haven't," she answered finally. For a moment, she wasn't sure she'd heard right. Two men at the same time! What a weird and dirty notion!
"Well, today you're going to. Davy! Lennie!" he yelled.
Stacy almost jumped off the bed in shock. A door opened, and through it stepped two of the biggest, meanest-looking young men she'd ever seen. They were obviously body-builders, or wrestlers or something. Their muscles bulged and rippled and shone in the light. They were very dark and very hairy. And they were completely naked. From between their legs hung the most amazing cocks Stacy was ever likely to see.
Each guy's prick had be almost a foot long. They dangled down nearly halfway to each guy's knees. The cocks were both so thick, Stacy wondered how they managed to stay concealed when the men were dressed. Fat, ugly blue veins wriggled up the sides of both cock shafts. Each cock swayed from side to side as the guys moved across the room.
"Boys, this is the little slut I was telling you about," Caldicott said. "She's all warmed up, so get right to it. Kneel on either side of her, and she'll suck both your cocks. Go ahead."
The two naked young men climbed onto the bed and flipped Stacy over onto her back. Her upper body was propped up by pillows. They shoved their thick cocks into her face and poked her cheeks with them. Neither one of them said a word. Stacy gazed at first one cock then the other. Finally she stared at Caldicott, a look of total disbelief on her face.
"Mr. Caldicott, you can't be serious!" she gasped. "These men are total strangers! I've never even seen them before! And you expect me to suck their cocks? Look at the size of them!"
"Aren't they great?" Caldicott grinned. "I chose these guys especially for you, babe. I wanted to see how you could handle two guys with cocks even bigger than mine!"
The men in question were obviously growing impatient. One of them suddenly twisted Stacy's face toward his prick and shoved the big fucker between her lips. He forced his cock in at an angle, so that her cheek bulged out with the bulk of it. Then he held her face in both his hands and began to ram his cock back and forth. He was fucking Stacy's face with his huge prick.
"Yeah, do that! Face-fuck the little bitch!" Caldicott urged. He leaned closer and clicked his camera continuously.
Stacy couldn't believe this was happening.
There had been no time for her to react. Yet suddenly she was on the bed with two strange men with horse-cocks. Dildos still jutted from her cunt and ass. And Caldicott was photographing the whole thing. Her life seemed to be turning into a nightmare.
"Suck it good, bitch! Eat that prick!" said the fellow whose cock was growing rapidly in her mouth.
To emphasize his point, he suddenly pulled his prick free of her lips and began slapping her face with it. The room was full of wet smacking sounds as his heavy prick hit her cheeks.
"Beautiful. Perfect," praised Caldicott. He leaned in for a close-up of Stacy's face.
"Yeah, and suck this, too," the other dark fellow said. He shoved his cock against Stacy's lips just as the first man jammed his own cock forward.
For a second, both huge cock heads blocked Stacy's open mouth. Her lips actually folded over both cock tips for a while. "Suck 'em, whore!" Caldicott howled, his voice mean.
And Stacy twisted her head and accepted the second man's cock between her lips. She was in no position to argue, she realized. These strange men might hurt her. She let five inches of thickening cock meat slip into her mouth and began to suck. Her mouth slid up and down on the growing prick shaft. The first man rubbed his cock all over her face while he was waiting.
Two men at the same time, Stacy thought, her mind reeling with shame. And earlier she figured Caldicott had done his worst, as far as abusing her was concerned. The pervert always had something new up his sleeve to do to her. He seemed to delight in abusing her. This was sure going to look nice on film - she would die of embarrassment.
Her face was turned rudely in the other direction and the cock slopped from her mouth, all swollen and throbbing. It was bigger now, jutting out from its owner's hairy crotch at right angles. The dark cock shaft shone with her spit.
Before she could study it further, the first cock was rammed hard between her lips. Again, her head was grabbed and forced up and down on the cock shaft.
"One of you guys want to fuck her?" Caldicott called out. "Davy, you look hard enough. See if you can get your boner inside her pretty little twat."
The guy named Davy reached down and pulled the pink dildos from Stacy's cunt and asshole. He crawled down between her legs, his colossal cock swinging and swaying out in front of him. The thick cock shaft glistened in the light. His fist guided it down onto Stacy's gaping pussy lips and he eased the prick head inside her cunt. Then he shoved forward and fucked over half the cock shaft in at one go.
"Beautiful!" Caldicott said, switching his camera from Stacy's cock-stuffed mouth to her cock-stuffed cunt. He was actually kneeling on the bed himself now, a healthy cock-bulge swelling out the front of his pants.
Stacy was dimly aware that two cocks were sliding in and out of her. Lennie's cock had grown totally hard and was now slithering over her tongue and fucking into her throat with each lunge of his hips. But now she could also feel Davy's monstrous prick fucking in and out of her cunt. It felt as though the cock head were plowing up under her tits somewhere. His prick was so big! Again, she blushed with shame at what the men were doing to her.
They'd obviously had lots of experience at this sort of thing. Stacy was somehow sure that they'd worked together before. Their movements were so sure and expert. And after a while, they began to do things to her without Caldicott telling them. First, they changed places. Lennie crawled down between her legs and began fucking her and Davy took up a position by her head, so that she could suck his cock.
They always placed themselves so that Caldicott had a clear view of their cocks with his camera.
"Feel good, little girl? Is it nice to have two big cocks inside you?"
He leered at her, and Stacy rolled her eyes up at him but didn't answer. Her mouth was crammed with cock.
She wondered what Tim would think if he could see her now, in a weird orgy with two strange dark men. He'd been real understanding about the stuff she'd told him before, but this was different. He might not take lightly to his new girlfriend being gang-banged. He might drop her like a hot potato if she told him. Why had she let herself get caught up in such a situation? Maybe she should just have let Caldicott make good on his threat to show her photographs off. It couldn't be much worse than this.
"On all fours," Davy grunted suddenly.
And before Stacy knew what was happening, the two studs had placed her on her hands and knees between them. Davy took up a position behind her and began fucking her doggie-style.
Lennie knelt in front of her and forced his cock into her mouth. Each time Davy rammed forward, her face was shoved down deep on Lennie's prick, till eight or nine inches of cock meat were plugged between her lips.
Their pricks were truly huge. Stacy had barely enough time to catch glimpses of their cocks between times, but she estimated them at thirteen or fourteen inches each - so much cock meat for a small girlish body to take. It was like being fucked by a couple of stallions. She was amazed she didn't feel any discomfort. The dildos must have really gotten her prepared.
Both men fucked her roughly. She was like a small pale doll between their dark, muscular bodies. And Caldicott recorded every move on film with loving care. He was in constant motion, taking shots of the trio from every angle.
He obviously took great pleasure in seeing his young discovery, his "little girl" being fucked by two big horny studs. He hummed happily the whole time they were fucking her.
"You want us to fuck her up the cunt and up the ass at the same time now?" Lennie asked suddenly. "Looks like she's ready for it."
"Yeah, double-bang the bitch," Caldicott said. "Make sure you plow her deep. I want to see both big pricks buried to the balls."
Stacy nearly swooned with fear. Up the ass and cunt at the same time? They had to be kidding! Such a thing wasn't possible, surely. They would kill her. No one her she could take two such huge cocks that way. Not at the same time. It was crazy.
But they were going ahead. Davy was lying on his back with his cock sticking up through his fist. Lennie was lifting her up under her arms, then forcing her to squat down on top of Davy's cock lance. In seconds she was sitting on top of Davy, with his prick totally embedded up her cunt. And Lennie was crawling behind her, poking her ass cheeks, then her asshole, with his cock head. He pressed forward, straining against her.
"Relax, bitch!" Caldicott growled. "Sure, it's fucking possible. You've taken a huge cock up your ass before, so what's the difference? So you've got another cock up your cunt at the same time. Big fucking deal."
He stationed himself behind Lennie, so that he had a perfect view of the weird double penetration. He photographed every sequence of the act, starting with the placing of Lennie's cock head against the puckered ring of her asshole.
Just below, her cunt lips were stretched wide around Davy's huge hard-on. All but the base of his prick and the balls had been sucked inside her pussy.
"Go ahead, man, butt-fuck her!" he yelled at Lennie.
"I'm trying! But the little bitch is tight," Lennie protested. His thick cock was already warping her ass cheeks out of shape.
"I butt-fucked her myself just last week," Caldicott went on. "I happen to know she can take anything up her ass. Shove harder!"
Stacy began to cry softly. Again she was being talked about as if she wasn't even present, like she was a hunk of meat. She squatted on top of Davy, her legs splayed wide, her tits dangling in his face. And the tears rolled down her angelic face. She tried not to think about what was being done to her. It was too shocking for words.
"It's going! Fuck, it's going!" Lennie hissed.
And slowly his cock head was absorbed by her tight asshole. He shoved forward some more, till two, three, four inches of cock shaft was fucked up her ass.
"Beautiful! Perfect!" Caldicott grunted.
"Hey, Lennie! I can feel your cock!" Davy howled.
Five, six, seven inches of cock meat slid up Stacy's ass.
In truth, it wasn't half as painful as the first time she'd been ass-fucked by Caldicott, even though Lennie's prick was bigger. Maybe a girl's body could get used to the grossest penetration, she thought. Still, it felt weird enough, what with Davy's big hard-on throbbing up her cunt.
If she hadn't experienced it herself this way, she would never have believed it possible. She had learned something else from Caldicott, after all.
"Ah the way, Lennie! Cram your cock up her ass to the balls!" he encouraged. He watched as nine, ten, eleven inches of hard-on fucked up Stacy's ass.
"Fuck, this feels wild!" Davy howled from below. He really could feel the hot hard shaft of Lennie's cock bulling up her shit-chute, right alongside his own cock. His balls tingled hotly.
The last few inches of Lennie's cock disappeared. All that Caldicott could see were two cock bases and two sets of balls between Stacy's pale buns. She'd taken every inch of both cocks. She had over two feet of prick inside her at the same time. And the sight was something to see.
He took shot after shot of the wild double-fuck, as if he could barely believe it, himself.
"Now fuck her!" he yelled. "Double-fuck the hot little bitch! She fucking loves it!"
Suddenly both Davy and Lennie were fucking their cocks in and out of Stacy, from above and below, as if they wanted to split her in half.
The bases of the cocks appeared and then disappeared again.
The hairy ball sacs bounced and thudded against each other. The poor teenager was trapped, impaled again and again on the two monstrous fuck-poles. Her lower body felt numb from the double cock injection.
"How does it feel, babe? Does it feel good?" Caldicott yelled at her.
But Stacy didn't answer. She cried softly to herself, her body racked by the pulsing pricks.
She was in a state of shock still, not quite believing that she was taking two huge cocks inside her at the same time. She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things, but it was difficult. Tim's face kept appearing in her mind and she remembered how tenderly he had loved her with his mouth, in front of the fire.
"What's the matter, bitch? Can't talk?" Caldicott persisted, taking the last of his shots of her double-cocked ass and cunt. He moved around the side of the pumping bodies slowly.
Then he placed his camera to one side and began to undress. In seconds he was naked, his huge prick jutting out from his crotch. He climbed around Davy and stood facing Stacy, his prick pointing at her face. For a moment she didn't notice him. Her eyes were still closed. It wasn't till he lowered his hard-on and touched her face with it that she was aware of his presence. Her eyes opened and she glared in panic at his monster cock. Each time Lennie rammed her forward, her cheek grazed against the cock shaft.
"You can take two cocks, why not three?" Caldicott leered. "Why not go for broke, little bitch? I bet not many girls have had three big hard-ons inside them at the same time. Go for it, slut!"
Stacy was past trying to resist. She gazed dully at his cock as it was forced against her mouth. Then she opened her lips and let it plow inside. He was right. She already had two huge cocks inside her. What difference did a third make?
His prick slid over her tongue and into her throat. She closed her lips around his cock and let him fuck her face. It occurred to her vaguely that she must have about a yard of hard cock inside her at the moment.
"I knew you could do it, babe! I knew you could take anything at all!" Caldicott gloated. "Suck my cock. And fuck the boys good, too. If you're a very good little cock-sucker, we'll give you a nice reward. How does a about a gallon of hot cum strike you?"
Stacy's tears had dried. She had no more tears to shed. How much more could Caldicott do to her, after all? She let his cock fuck back and forth in her mouth, her head movements in sequence with Lennie's fuck-thrusts. And she tried to think ahead to when this would be over. It couldn't be long now. All three men were terribly excited. And who wouldn't be? This was as erotic a situation as anyone could wish.
"I wanna cum, man." Davy hissed from below. "I can't hold out much longer. Her little bald cunt is sucking me too hard!"
"Me too, Sam!" Lennie grunted. "Her little ass is so tight, it's driving me crazy! Let's all spurt, okay? I'm gonna bust, otherwise."
"Hold on for a while," Caldicott urged. "I want us to do something real special to her. Hold on as long as you can. and then pull out of her. I want us all to shoot cum all over the little bitch. I want her so covered in spunk, she'll look like she's been out in a blizzard."
The other men grunted and groaned and slowed down their movements. They were both very, very close to exploding. And when neither of them could stand it any longer, they pulled their cocks from Stacy's cunt and asshole. Caldicott did the same, letting his cock slop from her mouth.
Stacy tumbled in a heap on the bed, and they rolled her over onto her back.
Then all three men clambered onto their knees around her, their hard-ons in their fists. They began to jack off, aiming their cocks at Stacy's angelic face.
Chapter Nine
"But why?" Stacy whispered, gazing up at the three enormous cocks pointing at her face. "Why do you want to do this to me?"
"Because your face is gorgeous," Caldicott grunted. "It's sweet and young and innocent. And I want to see it plastered with cum. I want there to be so much fucking cum on your face we won't be able to tell who you are. I want you to be painted with hot cum!"
Stacy moaned softly. She should have known better than to ask. Caldicott had done so many weird, dirty things to her over the last couple of weeks. He'd taken dozens of dirty pictures of her. He'd fucked her up the ass. He'd shaved her pussy, forced her to fuck and suck two men she'd never seen before. So what if he wanted to shower her face with cum? So what if he wanted all three cocks to spurt jism in her face?
"Fuck, I can't hold out!" Lennie groaned.
"Go ahead. Spray the bitch. Splatter her face good with all your hot cum," Caldicott hissed. He watched Lennie's fist fly up and down on his huge red cock.
Suddenly Lennie heaved forward and shoved his prick downwards, as if at the last minute he'd decided to cum in Stacy's open mouth. He actually did get his cockhead lodged between top and bottom lip as she gasped for air. His prick shot off a monstrous wad of jism, thick and gooey and very heavy.
Cum spilled over her tongue and out both corners of her mouth. The creamy cum streamed down Stacy's cheeks at different angles, crossing her face quickly before pouring off down her jaw and neck. She coughed lightly almost gagging. And her big blue eyes gazed up at Lennie in panic.
"Oh, fuck!" he groaned. "Taste it, bitch! Suck my hot cum down!"
His cock flexed again. And this time Stacy tried to keep her mouth closed. The entire wad of cum poured across her upper lip and off down her face. One streamer broke off and curled along her cheek bone in an are, just under her eye. The cock cream glittered brightly, like hot wax. Cum coated Stacy's lips and made them shine.
"Oh, fuck!" he moaned again.
And his fist squeezed his cock extra hard. A knot of cum poured from his prick and slithered into the socket of Stacy's left eye. The huge cream wad collected there, grew deeper, till she was forced to clench her eye shut and the cum oozed across her lashes.
"Beautiful! Splatter her everywhere!" Caldicott wailed. He seemed fascinated at the way the streams of cum dribbled across Stacy's pretty features.
Lennie's cock spurted a great thick jet of jizz between Stacy's eyes and across her forehead. Then he was aiming at her mouth again, trying to fill the gaping cavity with hot cum. By this time, she was gasping again, and he quickly shot off two heavy streams of cum between her lips.
"Sonovabitch!" Davy yelled, his fist a blur on his own prick. His cock head suddenly fired off a huge twine of cum as thick as a finger. The entire jet slopped over Stacy's eyes, effectively blinding her.
She cried out loud, her mouth curled in a childish whimper. But her entire lower face was so gooey with cock cream, it was hard to tell if she was crying or laughing. A gross pool of silver cum was overflowing her pretty lips and drooling down her face.
Davy waved his prick about as he jacked off, spraying thick jets of cum all over Stacy's face.
There were loud splatters as first one then another heavy rope of cum splashed onto her forehead, her nose, her cheek. One curl of cum ended up hanging in her hair just above her forehead, like a hunk of ribbon. It trickled slowly down over her forehead.
"Splatter the bitch! Cover the little whore with cum!" Caldicott yelled. He had climbed on top of Stacy and was jamming his cock back and forth between her big tits.
Stacy lay there helplessly, her blonde hair spread out across the pillow. Her cute face was tilted upward slightly, making a perfect target for the huge cum-spurting cocks.
Davy splashed a thick jet of jism across her nose, from one cheek to the other. He followed this with another wad that slopped onto her right eye, completely covering the lid and lashes with cum.
"Ohhh, that looks so good!" Caldicott crowed. "This is going to be one cum-soaked slut!"
Stacy wanted to disappear. She'd never felt so abused in her whole life. Not even when she was being fucked up the cunt and ass at the same time.
The warm cum was so heavy on her face. Each slug felt like a blob of lead. And it was everywhere. In her eyes. In her mouth. All over her cheeks and forehead and nose. Cum dribbled off her chin and her jaw. There were even dribbles of cum in her ears.
And suddenly Caldicott himself was ready to explode. He raised his cock up from between her tits and began squeezing it, as if he were milking the cock shaft. The other two men had just finished spurting. Their jism was fresh and shiny on Stacy's face. Now Caldicott was going to add to it.
He was going to dump his gross cum-load on top of the jizz already splattered there.
"Feel it, baby! Feel my hot cum on your face!" he howled.
He gave his big prick one last squeeze.
A fat wad of milky cum oozed out of his cock tip and attached itself to the center of Stacy's forehead, just below the hairline. Caldicott tilted his cock to one side and back again, watching the thick string of cum. unravel like twine from a spool. He formed a letter Z in cum on her forehead, then proceeded down between her eyes.
His prick wasn't spurting this time. It was oozing. And he could paint figures on Stacy's face as if he were icing a cake.
He curled a ribbon of white cum under her eye then back across her cheek. Before the strand snapped, he let it spin a web of cum along her nose and onto her top lip. He was having the time of his life.
"Fuck, I've never seen anything like this before," Davy said, sinking onto his side on the bed. "The little bitch is just covered in cum!"
"Yeah! Her fucking face is just soaked," Lennie added.
Caldicott didn't answer. He was too busy painting Stacy's face with more cum. And now he pumped his cock harder, and the jism shot out in small, thick jets. He spurted one load of cum into her left eye, another into her right.
Then he aimed the rest of his cum-load directly into her gaping, oozing mouth. He added his cum to Davy's and Lennie's, which already overflowed her lips.
Stacy tried to cry, but she couldn't. Her eyes were clogged with cum. She wondered for a while if she'd be able to breathe much longer.
Her mouth and throat were full of slippery cum, and Caldicott was forcing more and more cum between her lips. She whimpered a little at the thought that she had the jizz from three different men in her mouth. What a slut she was! What a gross, kinky slut!
Caldicott was finished at last, and he began rubbing his cock into Stacy's face, smearing the cock cream all over the place. The other two men followed suit, and for a while Stacy could feel all three cocks rubbing harshly into her skin. The jism moved about like heavy paste. Then all three men sat back and gazed down at her in lewd satisfaction.
She was such a mess. Globs and streamers of cum covered every inch of her sweet angelic face. Her hair was matted with cum. Her eyes and mouth were still buried under deep pools of cock cream. She seemed to be wearing some kind of glistening white mask.
Stacy's days of innocence were over. She was no longer a little girl. She was a woman. A woman with three men's cum clinging to her face.
"Come on, let's hose the bitch down," Caldicott grunted. And, with Lennie's help, he carried the teenager's limp body from the bed to the bathroom.
They placed her in a sitting position in the bathtub, and Stacy sighed with relief. They were going to clean her up with soap and hot water, she thought. This was the best idea they'd had all evening. She turned her cum-drenched face up toward the shower nozzle, thankful that her ordeal was over.
But instead of shower water, she felt something else, something hot and slippery splattering against her stockinged thigh. And she knew instantly what it was. She didn't have to think twice.
It was piss. Hot piss.
Someone was pissing on her, and she was sure it was Caldicott, even though she couldn't see him through her cum-clogged eyes. She sobbed out loud as she felt the hot stream of piss rise higher, spewing onto her shaved cunt and across her flat belly.
"Come on, you guys, piss on her!" Caldicott urged. He was standing by the bathtub, directing his piss-stream over Stacy's lovely tits.
Slowly, the two young men aimed their limp cocks down at Stacy. And soon they too were pissing, splashing streams of golden piss over her legs and belly and tits. The men had not relieved themselves for hours. They had a lot of piss to get rid of. The three streams of piss splashed loudly against Stacy's tits.
She knew what was coming next. And with another little sob, she tilted her head back and waited. Sure enough, soon all three jets of piss were splattering over her neck, and then her chin. Then all three streams of piss were cascading grossly over her lovely face, washing all the slimy cum away. Piss hit her eyes, her nose, her mouth.
She opened her mouth and let the piss splash inside. The warm piss gurgled against her teeth and tongue.
"Piss on the bitch! Piss on her face! Hose the bitch down good!" Caldicott grunted. He splattered his golden stream of piss across her face once again before returning to her mouth.
Stacy squatted there on her knees in the bathtub, naked but for her black garter belt and stockings, her cunt freshly shaved and shiny.
And she wondered, between sobs, if this was really what sex was all about. She'd learned a lot about sex from Caldicott over the last week or so, but she had a feeling this was the last of her lessons. She wouldn't go any further with him, no matter what he threatened her with. Even if he showed her dirty pictures to people, it couldn't be any more awful than this, letting three men piss all over her in a bathtub.
She opened her mouth and swallowed great drafts of hot foaming piss. She was almost smiling, it seemed. Her face looked clean again. It was free of make-up. It was free of jism. It was shining and radiant, and looked almost innocent.
Chapter Ten
Tim noticed a change in Stacy when he next saw her. She seemed sad and depressed. When he spoke to her, she didn't appear to be listening. It was as if her mind was a million miles away. He couldn't figure it out. She'd seemed so happy to be with him the last time they met. It really bothered him to see her this way. "What is it that's upsetting you, Stacy?" he asked finally. "You can talk to me about it, you know. I'm really a good listener."
They were parked under some shade trees by the lake. They'd been to a movie, then had burgers, and now they were watching the last of the daylight fade on the water. Tim had wanted to put his arm around her and kiss her, but she seemed so lost in her own thoughts. He didn't want to risk upsetting her further.
"I'm sorry, Tim," she sighed. "I shouldn't have come out with you tonight. I have all kinds of things on my mind."
"Like what?" he persisted. "You can fell me. Is it about that older guy you've been seeing?"
"How did you know?" she asked, glancing at him quickly. "Is it that obvious?"
"I know he's been doing stuff to you that bothers you. But I thought you weren't going to see him again."
"I didn't want to, Tim. Honest. But he kind of conned me into it. Remember, I told you he took pictures of me? Well, he threatened to show them around."
"So you did see him again, and he did more dirty stuff to you?" Tim finally put his arm around her and pulled her to him. He wanted to comfort her in any way he could. She didn't resist. She snuggled against him cozily.
"Yes," she sniffed, close to tears. "But it was so much worse than the times before, Tim. It was unbelievable! I felt like such a dirty slut. They all made me feel that way."
"They?"
"Yes. You're going to think I'm a slut, too, Tim, I just know it. He made me have sex with two guys, at the same time, while he watched and took pictures of the whole thing. They were complete strangers. I'd never seen them before. And he made me fuck and suck them both at once."
"Jesus," Tim whispered. But he still held her close. He tried to picture Stacy fucking with two men at the same time. It was hard to imagine.
"I felt so used, you know?" she went on. "They talked about me like I was a piece of meat or something. And they had these huge cocks. God, I didn't think cocks came in sizes like that. They each must have been over a foot long." Tim gulped. He wondered if his own poor little cock could ever satisfy Stacy again.
To his amazement, his cockshaft throbbed even as he was thinking this. His prick began to get hard in his pants as Stacy poured out her tale of woe.
It was just like the last time, he thought. Here was Stacy, telling him how upset she was about being used and abused sexually, and he was getting excited. What a creep he was!
"Do you think I'm a slut, Tim? Do you still want to go out with me, knowing I've fucked and sucked more than one guy at the same time?"
"Stacy, I'd care about you no matter what. You know that. Don't be silly." "Wait till I tell you what they did to me. Maybe then you'll change your mind."
Almost absent-mindedly, she put her hand on the inside of his thigh and began to rub up and down. At the same time, Tim cupped a hand over her tit and squeezed gently. She went right on talking as if nothing were happening. They touched each other warmly, with real affection.
"They double-fucked me. Do you know what that is? It's when one guy fucks you up the cunt while the other fucks you up the ass. At the same time. Two cocks inside me at the same time, Tim."
"Jesus!" he repeated.
His cock grew harder in his jeans.
He slipped a hand inside Stacy's shirt and began to fondle her right tit. She squirmed a little in her seat. "I guess you're getting me turned on again, having me tell you all this, huh?" she smiled. "You nasty boy. Well, if it gets you hot, at least some good came of it."
He was glad to see her smile again, and he squeezed her tit tenderly. Her hand moved up his thigh and into his crotch. And then she was unzipping his jeans and pulling his thickening cock into the open. Her fist began to pump up and down on his prick. But she continued talking in the same tone of voice.
"God, Tim, it was so weird, to have two cocks plowing in and out of me at the same time. It felt so dirty, you know? So kinky."
"Well, it is pretty kinky, Stacy, to have two guys fuck you at the same time," Tim said. He had her shirt open now and he was fondling both tits. Her nipples were rock hard to the touch.
"Wait till you hear this next bit. While these two guys were sandwich-fucking me, the older guy shoved his hard-on into my mouth! For a while there, I had three huge cocks banging in and out of me at the same time. God, Tim, what a slut I am!"
Tim leaned over and kissed her quickly. Then he popped the button on her jeans and unzipped her fly. He ran his hand under the waistband of her panties and explored her crotch.
His eyes widened and he let out a gasp as his fingers touched her bald cunt.
"Stacy! What happened to your pussy-hair? Jesus!"
"That's another thing. My so-called friend shaved my pubic hair before all this began. Can you imagine! I'm going to be scratchy down there for weeks."
Suddenly they both burst out laughing. And Stacy felt a great ball of tension burst inside her. It did seem kind of funny, now that she thought about it. And it felt so good to be laughing over what had happened to her, rather than crying. She giggled along with Tim till she thought she'd never stop.
Finally, they did quiet down though. And Stacy stared at his nice hard-on in earnest. It was a beautiful cock, she thought. So much smaller than those she had known recently, but so much friendlier, somehow. She squeezed his cock again and continued pumping it in her fist.
"Would you like me to suck you off again, Tim?" she asked. "Or should I rub my tits all over your cock or what?"
"Another blow-job would be real nice," he answered. "I love it when you suck my cock."
"Okay." she said, shifting in her seal and bending into his lap. "But there's one more thing I have to tell you. And this is the dirtiest, most shocking part of all. I'll tell you this - and then I won't talk about it any more, okay?"
"Okay," he smiled. He didn't care what she told him now. The sight of her sweet face alongside his hard prick was enough to make up for anything.
"Well," Stacy went on, "after they'd rammed all three cocks into me at the same time, they pulled out and shot their jizz all over my face. I damn near drowned in the stuff. Imagine three big guys shooting cum all over a person's face. It was crazy!"
Tim didn't say anything. His cock-head was nudging her cheek, and a small pearl of clear pre-cum seeped out and stuck to her skin. She licked the head of his prick quickly and pursed her pretty lips over it. Then she gazed up into his face again with her big blue eyes.
"Then they said they wanted to hose me down. They sat me in a bathtub and stood over me. Then, one at a time, they began to piss on me."
She paused, her eyes searching Tim's face. She watched for some sign of disgust, for some signal of him shrinking away from her. But there was none. He just stared down at her tenderly. And his cock remained hard as steel in her fist.
She licked his cockhead a few more times before she went on. "Do you understand, Tim? They pissed all over me. Three men made me shower in their piss. They damn near drowned me in gallons of hot pee."
"I don't care. I still think you're beautiful, and I'm crazy about you," he answered.
"But doesn't it bother you that three adult men gang-fucked and then pissed all over your girlfriend?"
"Only if it bothers you." he grinned. "And as long as you don't let them do it again."
"Don't worry, I won't. But what about the photographs? What if he shows them to everyone?"
"He won't. He'd be in too much trouble if he did," Tim said. "He wouldn't have the guts, anyway, I bet."
Stacy smiled up at him. She knew now that she had the support she needed in order to see this thing through. Even if the photographs did see the light of day, it wouldn't matter. Not if she had a guy like Tim by her side. She could get through anything.
She gave his cock another affectionate lick.
"So can we quit talking now and start sucking?" he said, smiling.
"You bet!" Stacy laughed.
And she sank her mouth down deep on the youth's thick hard cock.
