The word "normal" is a frequently used term, but it is a word that has an extremely elusive meaning. The same can be said for the word "perverse." What those two words imply seems to vary from country to country, from community to community, from person to person.
In one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one's back to others. In certain Eskimo cultures it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a respected guest.
Tammy Cox appears, outwardly, at least, to be an average American teenager. Yet, behind closed doors, Robin behaves in ways that many others would consider abnormal and perverse, for her strong sex drive leads her to choose many partners which our society considers taboo. But at the same time, this young girl demonstrates a strength and courage, and a love for her fellow human beings, which many of us could envy.
ORAL BABYSITTER-a story of interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A story of one girl's search for personal happiness.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Whenever Tammy Cox babysat for the Robertsons, she had to stay overnight. They never seemed to get home from their nights out before four in the morning. She didn't mind. It meant that she could go to sleep whenever she felt like it, in a comfortable bed. She didn't have to rouse herself at some ungodly hour so that Mr. Robertson could drive her home. It seemed like the best arrangement for everybody.
Then one night she woke up to find Mr. Robertson stroking her hair. He was kneeling beside her bed in the guest room, running his fingers through her pettty blonde curls. He was breathing strangely, and she could smell liquor on him. He backed off as soon as he saw he'd awakened her.
"Mr. Robertson, what are you doing?" she breathed. She sat up quickly in bed, propping herself up on her arms. "Is everything okay? What's the matter? Where's Mrs. Robertson?"
"Everything's fine. Relax," he soothed. "Keep your voice down. You don't want to wake up the kids."
He stayed where he was by the bed, on his knees. A dim bedside lamp threw light across Tammy, and he was studying her, his eyes taking in every inch of her. Her pajama tops had fallen open, and he could see the creamy inner swells of her tits almost as far as her nipples. She seemed completely unaware of how much she was showing him.
"Did you have a good time? How did Mrs. Robertson enjoy herself?" she asked. She reached up to scratch her arm.
"Mrs. Robertson enjoyed herself fine. In fact, she enjoyed herself so much she decided to stay the night at the Deans. For all I know, she's in bed with Tom Dean right now."
Tammy looked at him to see if he was serious. Apparently he was. His voice was bitter and coarse, and there was a definite sneer on his face: Then she saw his gaze directed at her chest and she glanced down. One thick brown nipple was peeking out from her pajama top. She covered it quickly, trying not to be too obvious about it.
"You have great tits," he said suddenly, as if he was discussing the weather. "Real big ones for such a slender girl. Perfectly shaped. And your nipples are the longest I've seen in a while."
Tammy blushed, and she was glad the light was so poor that he couldn't notice. She tugged her pajama tops about her modestly, trying to press her tits back onto her chest. It was pretty hopeless. Her tits swelled against her arms and were just too big a bundle to hide.
She always felt so awkward and childish around Mr. Robertson, maybe because she'd had something of a crush on him for many months. He was in his early thirties, but he seemed much younger to her. He always took time out to talk to her and be nice when she babysat. Somehow he wasn't like all the other husbands. She always wanted to appear grown up and mature around him, but she rarely succeeded.
"You let the boys suck them? You let all your horny boyfriends suck on your stiff nipples?" he went on, smiling at her. There was a strange light in his eyes that Tammy had noticed more and more often lately whenever he looked at her.
"I don't have a boyfriend. Not a steady one anyway," she whispered, just to say something. She felt so silly and embarrassed and she didn't know how to answer him. She leaned back on her arms once more, and immediately the front of her pajamas opened to show off her lush tits. Both thick brown nipples now jutted out into the open.
"You mean you don't get to have your tits sucked? Those long juicy nipples are going to waste?" he hissed. She had made a move to close up the front of her pajamas again, but he stopped her, gripping her wrist gently. He eased her back against her big pillow.
Tammy felt a weird tingling sensation inside her. She'd never felt it before. It was as if she was being tickled inside. It was very pleasant, and though she wanted to resist it, she couldn't. She stared at him, her heart beginning to pound softly. She wondered what he was going to do.
Her pajamas were gaping open now and her big lush tits had settled back and separated slightly on her chest. He let go of her wrist and reached in to cup one naked tit. He squeezed it gently, then rolled it around and around. He brought up his other hand and did the same with her right tit. He touched her big nipples with his thumbs, flicking them.
"Ohhhhh, Mr. Robertson!" she cooed, her eyes widening in shock. "What are you doing! Mr. Robertson, ohhhh!"
"I'm just feeling your tits, honey. Relax, I've wanted to do this for months. Just relax and enjoy."
Around and around he rolled her tits, mauling them gently. Tammy felt the tingling sensations flying about in her chest. Her nipples felt like they were hardening, growing. His fingers were making her feel things she'd never felt before. She began to breathe in and out deeply, and her tits rose and fell under his hands.
"Isn't it nice? Doesn't it feel good?" he soothed, trying to keep his voice steady. Her nipples were telescoping under his fingers, crinkling up higher and higher off their puffy red circles of flesh. His mouth began to water.
"Mr. Robertson, I don't think you should be doing this," she groaned. Both her hands had locked onto his wrists, but she wasn't trying to pull him away, she wasn't resisting. She stared down at her captured tits as if she couldn't believe what was happening to them.
He bent his head down quickly, before she could say any more, and slipped one swelling nipple between his lips..It was hard and stiff, about half an inch long. He swirled his tongue around it, teasing her nipple wildly. He pressed her tit-tip tight between his lips and started sucking hard. His mouth made loud wet noises on her tit.
"Mr. Robertson! Ohhhhhh!" she pealed, gazing down at the top of his head. Sparks were flashing up into her tit. She'd never felt anything so strange and lovely.
He sucked her nipple for the better part of a minute, tugging it high off its rubbery circle with his lips. Then he spit it out, leaving her tit-tip wet and glistening while he kissed down into her cleavage and up the globe of her other tit. He licked the second nipple, nudged it back and forth with his tongue. Then he sucked this, too, into his mouth and began gnawing on her tit hungrily.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Tammy moaned, slipping lower in the bed. Her tit-tip jutted up off its round puffy circle half an inch and cast a long weird shadow down her tit.
One of his hands was wandering down her flat golden belly, and Tammy felt danger signals flashing in her head. But she couldn't stop him. There was nothing she could do. She felt so good and lazy and nice. It was as though she were totally helpless under his sucking mouth and his exploring hands.
His fingers unsnapped the one or two buttons on her pajamas that weren't already undone, and then he had found the drawstring of her pants and was tugging on that. The bedclothes had fallen back and Tammy could feel cool air about her crotch. She closed her legs automatically.
"Mr. Robertson, please. Mr. Robertson," she purred. She didn't know what she wanted to say. Did she want to ask him to stop or to go on? Her nipple ached in his mouth.
"You like that? You like having your tits sucked?" he asked suddenly, lifting his mouth off her long swollen nipple. "You want more? You want me to lick you some more?"
Tammy could only whimper. And he didn't seem to want an answer anyway. He went right back to licking her tit, wetting her lush round titglobe with his mouth. Then he was moving farther down, kissing her rib cage, her belly, her navel. He was draped half on, half off the bed. As he moved down her body he flung the bedclothes to the floor, and she had nothing to protect her.
Her pajama bottoms were open, but he hadn't touched her crotch yet. The fluffy mound of her pussy was partly covered, but as he slid lower, he hooked his fingers into the pants and began drawing them down. He stopped licking her just below her navel and raised his head to look into her face. He smiled at her wickedly.
"Never had your pussy sucked, either, I bet, have you? Never had your cunt eaten?"
Tammy stared down at him through the hollow of her tits. Her face was flushed and coated with a fine film of sweat. She didn't answer him. Her tits and belly gleamed wetly. Her nipples jutted up like glazed cherries. As she breathed deeply in and out, her flat golden belly rose and fell. He could see the fine outline of her rib cage.
"What's in here? What is this?" he teased, pulling down her pajama bottoms. The fluffy mound of her crotch came steadily into view, a bit at a time.
"No, no, no," she pouted finally. She didn't sound very convincing, and as he drew her pants lower, she lifted her ass off the bed to help. Her tits rolled about on her chest.
He drew the pants down her thighs, below her knees, and finally off altogether, so that all she was wearing was the open pajama tops. She still had her legs clamped together and he dipped his head and began kissing her thighs, going gradually higher till he was within inches of her fluffy golden fleece. She started whimpering softly, helplessly.
"Very pretty. Very pretty cunt," he muttered, letting his mouth roam through her crotch hair without touching the skin beneath. He plucked gently at the fine blonde cunt hair with his lips.
"You shouldn't-I shouldn't let you-" she moaned. She was writhing about slightly on the bed.
He began kissing around and around her cunt, touching her upper thighs, her belly, her crotch hair with his mouth without getting down to real business. She whimpered continuously and her hips began to rise and fall slightly as she forced her crotch into his mouth. Finally her legs began to open, not much at first, but then more and more.
"Doesn't that feel good? Isn't my mouth nice on your cunt?" he whispered; He glanced up at her face, taking his time. He didn't want to rush her now. He wanted her to get good and ready all by herself.
"Ohhhhh, oh, please," she mumbled, her head bobbing from side to side on her pillow. "Please, oh, please, oh, please."
"Please what?" he asked her. "What do you want me to do?"
"You know-use your mouth-you know-"
"Where? Where do you want me to use my mouth? Say it."
"Down there-between my legs-on my pussy-ohhhh."
Her thighs had split far apart now and the slit of her cunt beneath her crotch hair was clearly visible. He slipped his hands under the cheeks of her ass, urging her thighs even wider with his thumbs. Her cuntslit cracked and a flash of pink skin inside winked at him. He smiled and glanced up at her again, speaking to her reasonably.
"Are you sure? Where do you want me to put my mouth. Where was that again?"
"On my cunt! Oh, please! Put your mouth down on my cunt and suck me! Oh, please!"
He lowered his head between her legs, stuck out his tongue and licked up one side, then down the other side of her cunt. He felt a quiver go through her. She writhed about every which way, and he had to hang on tight to her. His fingers clutched at the springy globes of her ass.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she whimpered. "Like that! Like that!" She had her legs split as wide as they would go now, and her cuntlips had started to spread. Hunks of lovely pussy-flesh flopped out into the open. Her cunt was expanding.
He played his tongue about in the crack of her cunt, helping to widen it. The rubbery mouth of her cunthole was stuck out into the open, its flaps of skin ragged on either side. He could see the button of her clit and all the puffy skin surrounding it.
He dug his tongue deeper, poking it inside her. Then he sank his whole mouth into her cunt, as if he was sucking at the pulp of an orange. He mashed his face onto her cunt, nibbled and gnawed at all her pussy-meat. He slobbered and snorted there, like an animal.
Tammy wriggled and writhed about on the bed, trying to escape from his mouth and shove her cunt onto it at the same time. She moaned and whimpered, and her hooked-up legs swayed in and out on either side of his head. Her ass had lifted partway off the bed and she held herself like that, her back arched. Her big tits shimmied back toward her face.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned. She almost sounded as though she was in pain.
And then he caught hold of her clit with his tongue. He poked it, diddling it about. He snorted deeper into her crotch. Tammy went wild. The arch in her back deepened and her ass rose high off the bed. She was thrusting her cunt at him, mashing it onto his face as if her life depended on it. Her moans grew louder and louder.
"Mmmmfff, mmmmmm," he mumbled, trying his best to keep his face in place as she writhed about. Apart from her head and shoulders, only her feet were in contact with the bed. Her whole body was a beautiful high arch.
"Oh, suck me like that! Oh, please! Oh, God!" she whimpered. Around and around she twisted, shoving her cunt up and down on his face. Wave after wave of pleasure ran through her.
He stayed with her all the way, gnawing and chewing at her cunt-flesh as if it was his last meal. He didn't let go of her clit till she was moaning with exhaustion and her ass began to sink down onto the bed. Her cunt had oozed out globs of thick oily pussy-juice and his mouth and jaw were smeared with grease.
When she finally stopped wriggling, he lifted his mouth from her crotch and gazed with interest at her pussy. All kinds of pink rubbery fuck-meat had folded out into the open. It was as if her cunt had been turned inside out. Thick slabs of pussy-flesh hung there, like raw meat, formed into a lewd and welcoming mouth. Her cuntlips were split wide open and glistened wetly. Drops of moisture hung in her crotch hair.
"You love it, don't you? You love getting your cunt eaten," he said, smiling at her again with his greasy chops.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God!" she moaned. "It feels so nice! It feels so good!"
He dipped his head once more, nibbling at her loose cunt-flesh till he thought she'd had enough. Then he climbed up from between her legs, stepped to the floor and moved up till he was at her wide again. He placed his hands on his hips and stared down at her with a thoughtful look. He waited a few seconds before speaking.
"Time to look at some cock, don't you think?" he said at last. "Time to take out my cock and play with it."
Chapter Two
Tammy looked at him for a few moments stupidly. It was as if she hadn't heard him. Then she glanced at the huge bulge in his pants as he thrust out his crotch at her. She swallowed nervously, not knowing what to say. She lay naked on the rumpled bed, waiting for him to tell her what to do.
"Open up my pants. Unzip me," he said softly. He was gazing down at her with a slight smile on his lips. He seemed very calm and patient.
Tammy hesitated, a little shy in spite of what had just happened. She glanced from his crotch to his face and back again, without moving. Finally she roused herself, raised herself up into a sitting position. She lifted her hand and fumbled a bit clumsily with the buckle of his belt. Once she had it open, she caught the tab of his fly between her thumb and forefinger.
"Go ahead. It won't bite you," he soothed. He made no attempt to help her, but just stared down at her like a patient teacher. He was still smiling slightly.
The bulge in his pants was really enormous, and Tammy looked at it a little anxiously again before pulling down on his fly. The sound of the zipper seemed incredibly loud to her in the quiet room. She hoped it wouldn't wake up the kids. Once his fly was open all the way, his pants seemed to slip down his legs easily and she found herself staring into the swollen mound of his red shorts.
"Go ahead. Pull them down. Let my cock out," he urged when he saw her hesitate yet again. He stepped quickly from his pants, then kicked them to one side.
Tammy raised her hands and hooked her slender fingers into the elastic of his shorts. Then, very slowly, she hauled down, her gaze glued to his crotch as more and more thick pubic hair came into view. The great curving stony rod of his cock, a thick outline in his shorts, bent down at an angle. Below she could make out the huge bulge of his balls.
"That's it, that's it. Nice and easy," he muttered, watching her. He noticed the concentration in her face. Her lovely blonde hair was messed very sexily.
Down and down curved the monster shape of his cock, till she thought it would never come into view. She had the shorts down off his hips, but the front was all caught up over his cock and balls. Only the bottom inch of his thick cockmeat could be seen, growing out of the forest of his crotch hair like some great branch.
All at once there was a tremendous snapping sound, and his cock sprang up from his shorts like a striking snake. It was free at last and swung up and down in the air in front of her, angling down finally under the weight of its great purple head. His prick wasn't hard. It didn't stick up stiffly. But his cockhead was very thick and very long. It pointed down at her tit.
Tammy's eyes widened. She couldn't believe the size of his cock, the bulk of it. His prick jutted down nearly eight inches from his crotch hair. His cockhead was gleaming and angry looking. A fat, ugly blue vein wriggled up one side of his prickshaft and split into two closer to the top. The whole thing seemed to be throbbing.
"Touch it. Don't be scared. Put your hand on it," he instructed patiently. "Feel my cock with your fingers."
She shoved his shorts all the way down his legs, and he stepped from them helpfully. Then she raised her head and stared some more at the huge swelling bulk of his prick. Her hand came up, and she touched her fingers to the underside of his cockhead, raising it so that she could stare into the tiny piss-slit at his pricktip. His cock was heavy in her hand.
"You like it? You think it's nice?" he teased. As soon as she touched his prick, he felt the blood pumping into it. His cock was growing now on her fingers, thrusting itself down into her palm.
"It's so big. It's so-thick and long," she murmured. She stared at his cock, her gaze glued to his piss-slit, and as she watched, his prick flexed slightly and oozed out a pellet of clear juice into her hand. "It's leaking! It's leaking stuff!"
"That's okay. My cock's just showing its appreciation. Put your hand around the fucker. Pull on it. Jerk me off."
Tammy glanced up at him. Bringing up her other hand, she curled her long slender fingers around his cockshaft. She squeezed gently, her fingers cool and pleasant. She gave his prick a couple of clumsy tugs, not knowing quite what he meant for her to do. She was amazed that the outer skin of his cock slid up and down easily while the thick inner bulk seemed to remain quite still.
"Long, slow strokes. And don't squeeze so tight," he told her. "Jerk me off. Haven't you jerked off any boys yet? Pull on my prick nice and easy."
Up and down Tammy's hand began to move, gently, slowly. She gripped his cock around the base, and his prick was so big, four full inches jutted out beyond her hand. She adjusted her grip, drew her fist higher, and now she had better control of his fucker and could pump it better. His piss-slit seemed to wink at her as she yanked up and down.
"Touch my balls. Tickle them with your fingers," he went on. His cock grew thicker and harder in her fist.
His balls sure were strange looking, she thought, stealing another glance at them before lifting her fingers to touch his ball-sac. They were huge and swollen, and hung there in a leathery wrinkled pouch, twitching up and down as she jacked him. Tiny hairs grew from the crinkled sac.
She poked one of his balls with her fingers, balanced it for a second, then let it roll onto her hand. Then she was touching both balls, tickling them, teasing them. They shifted and rolled in their pouch, bumping each other. All the while she kept up her pumping of his cock with her other hand. She wasn't missing a stroke now. She had a steady, even rhythm going.
"Does it feel nice? Am I doing it right? Does my hand feel good on your cock?" she asked. She looked up at him, her big blue eyes all innocence. She seemed so earnest, so eager to please him now. Her hand made soft flapping sounds on his cock.
"You're doing just fine. It feels great," he grunted. "But rest your hand a while. I don't want you to get tired. Rub my cock into your tits. Poke your stiff nipples with it."
Again Tammy stared at him quizzically. Rub his cock into her nipples? Was he serious? Men certainly did like to do some strange things. Obediently, she quit pumping on him and tilted his now-hard cock down on the bed to get closer. Both her nipples jutted up stiff off her tits, like carved rocks.
She pulled his cock closer and closer and finally prodded one swollen nipple with his prickhead. She glanced up at him to see his reaction, then began steering his cock around and around her nipple, circling it slowly. Then she moved over and began teasing her other nipple, pressing her tit-tip in on itself gently.
"Yeah. That's the idea. You're a real fast learner," he encouraged. Her nipples felt like hunks of granite against his satin cockhead. Her tits were firm and solid and beautiful.
"It's leaking! It's leaking again!" she pouted.
Sure enough, a thick blob of pre-cum juice had oozed out his cocktip and attached itself to her stiffened nipple. It made her nipple shine, as if it had been glazed. Some of the fluid rolled down off her pink nipple and drooled down the underside of her tit. She watched all this quietly, but then turned her eyes up to his accusingly.
"Slimy stuff's pouring out of your cock! It's all over my nipple!" she complained. "What is it? What's happening?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. It's good for your skin," he explained. And now he was driving his hips in and out gently, sliding his cock through the cradle of her fingers and up against her tit. His balls were growing heavy and tender. He would have to start concentrating on other things if he didn't want to explode.
It was too bad. There was so much he wanted to show her. So much he wanted to do to her. But eating her had really turned him on. And her hand-job, no matter how clumsy, had pushed him closer to the edge. He wasn't at all sure how long he could keep himself from cumming. It might be twenty minutes, it might only be a matter of seconds.
Tammy was leaning back, away from his cock. But she was studying his prick closely, watching for more tell-tale leaks. Releasing his balls, she brought up her hand to clasp his cock around the top. She had both fists on his prickshaft now, and without being instructed further, she began to jerk him off two-handed, yanking his cock by the roots, showing him no mercy.
He moved from one foot to the other hesitantly, as if trying to decide what to do. He wondered if he should climb on the bed, force her onto her back and cram his cock viciously between her legs. Or maybe he should thrust his prick at her mouth, try to teach her the basics of cocksucking before he blasted his load. He couldn't make up his mind. And the twitches in his balls told him it was too late anyway.
"Am I doing it good? Am I jerking you off properly?" she cooed, rolling her big blue eyes up toward his face yet again. Both fists tugged on his cock, squeezing him, milking up the swirling cream in his balls. Her fingers seemed to know just how much pressure to apply to his aching prick.
"Fuck, yeah! You're doing it perfectly! Christ, if you did it any better, I'd go nuts!" He drove his hips back and forth even more harshly, and his cock swelled to a granite hardness in her twin fists.
He leaned over her, as if deciding at the last minute to try to shove his cock into her face. It was too late. His balls were dissolving. She tugged on his cock two, three, four times more, yanking it up and down as if trying to pull it up by its roots. She fell back slightly against her pillow, but managed to remain sitting upright. Then she felt the first hot wet pellet of cream smack against her naked tit.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she pealed, not quite knowing what was happening. She rolled her eyes down just in time to see a huge slug of white liquid begin to drool down her upper tit. It stayed where it was for a full second, as if too thick and gooey to go anywhere. But then it was flowing down her tit, slithering into her cleavage, rolling down over her rib cage and onto her belly.
She tugged on his exploding cock, still staring at the drooling silver cream. And she saw another giant glob shoot out from his cocktip, splattering her other tit wetly. Three streams of white were suddenly splitting off from the huge glob, draping themselves over the front and sides of her tit like icing down a cake. The center stream rolled directly at her nipple, soaked it and made her tit-tip gleam brightly.
"I'm cumming! Cumming all over you!" he grunted by way of explanation. "Pump out my jizz! Jerk me off all over your big beautiful tits!"
Tammy did just that, disgusted and fascinated at the same time. She couldn't have stopped yanking on his cock if she'd wanted to stop. Something made her keep on tugging madly, drawing out jet after jet of steaming silver cum. She was aiming his cock at herself without realizing it. And she made no move to point his spurting fuckpole anywhere else.
Another jet of jism sprang free, this one dashing across her upper chest at an angle from one side to the other. It looked like a huge silver scar across her body, until it broke up into lots of white trickles that began slithering down her tits like milk. In no time, her tits were streaked with strings of cum, and the hollow in between was awash with the overflow.
"Oh, my God! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" she gasped, still yanking. Yet another rope of cum sprang free, hitting one tit and bouncing over to the other weirdly.
And now all the steaming strings of jism were flowing mightily down her body, down over her tits and farther, pouring through her cleavage and lower. Her belly was shining with cum, her navel overflowing. Streams of jizz flowed into her crotch hair and hung there, like gooey strips of jelly. Tammy was completely soaked with cum.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he groaned, as if trying to apologize for what he was doing to her. His cock spurted one last time, then simply drooled heavy strings of cum to her tits. It began to soften in her hand, but remained just as heavy and thick as ever.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she panted, gazing in amazement from his emptied cock to her splattered body. She looked as though she was trying to make the connection between his prick, which now began to look so innocent, and the soiled state of her belly and tits. She seemed puzzled and confused.
"All over you! Hot greasy cum all over your sweet tits and belly!" he moaned. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck."
Tammy let one hand fall from his cock and tugged ever more slowly on his prickshaft with the other. She stared down at her tits still, and at her belly and crotch hair. Then hesitantly, she touched her fingers to the greasy surface of her skin. Gently at first, and then more and more boldly, she swished her fingertips through all the silver goop. She seemed fascinated with the consistency of the stuff.
"This is your cum. This is your jizz," she said matter-of-factly. "You spurted it all over me.
"That's jizz, cum, spunk, call it what you like. And yes, I spurted it all over you," he said tiredly. He leaned over her still and his cock dripped jism to her belly.
Her fingers skimmed around and around, playing with the cum, massaging it into her skin. She rubbed this way and that, and she soon gleamed brightly with the thick messy coating. Her fingers webbed with the sticky goo and she lifted them, watching it drip and drool like elastic from her hand. She was rapt in concentration, as if she'd never seen anything so amazing in her whole life.
"It's so strange. It's so sticky and strange," she murmured. A thick twine of jizz dropped from her fingers directly into her matted pubic hair.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he groaned. He watched her dazedly as she smeared his cum this way and that on her flat brown belly.
Then all at once she let go of his cock altogether. Tammy brought up both hands, and she cupped her tits gently. She squeezed them, hefted them, smeared the strings of cum into her titglobes as if applying some soothing lotion. Her tits and nipples glistened brightly with the thick wet jism. Cum ran through her fingers in a stringy overflow.
"You like it, huh? You like the feel of hot sticky cum?" he grunted. His cock flopped loosely between his legs.
"Yes. Is it really good for your skin?" she purred.
Chapter Three
For the next few weeks, Tammy felt very strange whenever she had to babysit for anyone. She kept expecting the husbands to make passes at her. She thought that all of a sudden her whole life would change, and the men she came in contact with would somehow know she was no longer innocent. They would all want to do dirty things to her, to corrupt her even more than Mr. Robertson had already done.
When nearly three weeks went by without anything happening, she was disappointed. Men and boys looked at her, all right. They had always done that. But nobody came on to her the way Mr. Robertson had. No one tried to feel her up or get her into bed. They all treated her with a great deal of respect.
She knew that many of the husbands she came in contact with were happily married, and even though they might look at her with a certain light in their eyes they would never dream of being unfaithful to their wives. But she thought there was maybe another reason why many of them were cool toward her. It was because she looked so young.
She'd always been small and slender, with a girlish, immature way of moving. It was only this past year or so, since her tits had filled out and her hips rounded, that this had changed. Still, there was something about her face, about her huge, innocent blue eyes and her perky turned-up nose, that made people think of her as younger than she was. Then there was her way of talking in a little-girl voice, and her tendency to pout once in a while.
She was determined to change all this. Hadn't she had some sexual experience now? Wasn't she much closer to being a woman? It was time to change her image, to try to act in a more grown-up way. If she wanted to attract older men who could teach her things, she would have to do re-define her appearance. Her body had always developed beautifully. Now it was time to change other things.
She started with make-up. Alone in her bedroom, in front of her mirror, she spent hours daubing her face with bright-red lipgloss and dark-blue eye shadow, experimenting with different shades and styles. She never wore the stuff when her parents were around. She knew they wouldn't approve. But she wore it outside on the street sometimes-and occasionally when she was babysitting.
Finally, one Friday evening when she'd been babysitting for Mr. and Mrs. Cooley, she got a male reaction. It wasn't quite what she expected, but at least it was attention of some kind. Mr. Cooley was driving her home. He turned to her after several minutes of silence and smiled warmly. He reminded her a little bit of one of her high-school teachers.
"Aren't you going a bit overboard?" he said, nodding his head toward her. She knew immediately that he was talking about her dark eye make-up and rich wet lipgloss.
"I don't think so. It's all in style, you know.
I've seen it in all the fashion magazines." She had quickly unbuttoned the top of her blouse on the way out to the car, and now she leaned forward as she stared at him, let him have a good look at the creamy inner swells of her tits. She licked her lips and made the bright-red gloss shine even wetter.
Mr. Cooley smiled to himself and continued driving slowly. He glanced at her occasionally and saw the rich full swells of her tits packed into their lacy bra. She had her slender legs stretched down in front of her, he noticed, and her skirt had ridden up her thighs almost to her crotch. She made no attempt to pull it down and cover herself up.
"The boys like it, anyway," she went on brashly, anxious to impress him. "They say it's sexy as hell."
"Do they, though? And what else do they say?" he teased. He glanced at her again and noticed her skirt had ridden even higher. For one quick second he thought he saw a flash of white bikini panty.
"They don't say things, they do things," she lied. "They don't spend all their time talking."
She cast him a meaningful look and squirmed around toward him, hooking one knee up onto the seat. She leaned forward some more, so that the pale globes of her tits seemed about to burst out of the lacy bra and blouse. Her eyes were very bright and serious under the thick layer of near-black make-up.
He stole a glance at her tits then stared down between her legs. Her dress had slid all the way up over her crotch now, and he could clearly see the pale white triangle of her panties. Not only that, but he could see her tufted blonde cunthair through the sheer material and where it brushed out slightly along each thigh. He felt a definite twinge in his crotch. His cock began to grow slowly.
"What kind of things do they do, these boys?" he went on, clearing his throat. "Do I get to hear about it?"
"You know. They like to play with my titties," she answered, thinking back to how Mr. Robertson had mauled her tits with his hands. "They like to suck them. I have very long and sexy nipples."
Cooley cast her another curious glance and tried to shift position in his seat. His cock had begun to telescope down one thigh, and it was growing a bit uncomfortable. He cleared his throat again and tried to sound very cool and casual about it. He hated to admit it to himself, but this sexy little cunt was having a wild effect on him.
"You going to prove that? You going to show me?" he teased. He didn't think for a minute that she'd take him up on it. He was just joking with her.
"You really want to see? Here-" she murmured. And suddenly her fingers were at the front clasp of her bra and the lacy cups were falling apart and away from her glorious tits. She parted her blouse for him, then held the bra cups to one side. Her lush tits gleamed for him in the half-light, her nipples long and stubby and hard.
"Jesus Christ," he croaked, swerving the car over the dividing line before correcting it. "You better put those away, girlie, or I won't be responsible for my actions. Sweet Christ, what do you think I am?"
"Aren't they pretty?" she cooed, as if she hadn't heard him. Then she giggled. "All the boys seem to like them, so I guess they must be pretty cute."
Cooley drove on in silence, his cock angling solidly down his thigh. He reached into his crotch to shift his prick to one side, relieving some of the pressure on it. His cock had begun to throb. He wondered if he'd manage to get her home without losing control. Then he noticed he'd long since passed the turn-off for her street and was headed out beyond the quiet suburb.
"Would you like to suck them? I'll let you if you want to," she rambled on. "I won't mind. I'd like it in fact. Go ahead, suck them if you want to."
She was offering him her tits, leaning forward across the seat and hefting her titglobes with her hands. Her nipples were dark and long, like stubs of hard wood on her chest. They pointed at him stiffly. He stared at them, his mouth watering. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing.
"Would you rather eat my pussy? I know how much men enjoy doing that to girls," she purred. She smiled at him and reached one hand down into her crotch. She tugged firmly on the material of her panties so that it soon slipped between the swollen lips of her cunt. The panty material disappeared and her cuntlips folded thickly over the top.
"Sweet Christ!" he groaned, glaring into her cunt. "What are you trying to do to me, girl? There's only so much any one guy can stand."
He pulled the car off the road and into a deserted dark lane. He parked after a few yards and turned off the ignition. Then he turned to gaze at her hungrily. Tammy was smiling at him, a teasing look in her eyes. Her panties were still buried between the lips of her cunt, and she held them there. Both tits were naked and heaving on her chest.
"Do you want to? Do you want to eat my pussy?" she cooed. "I'll let you. I'll let you if you want to-"
Suddenly he was on her, forcing her back so quickly on the seat that she bumped her head on the passenger door. His mouth was on one tit and he was sucking a thick nipple between his lips. At the same time his hands were on her hips, clutching at her panties, tugging down roughly. She raised her ass, letting him haul her panties down. The crotchband snapped from her sucking wet cuntlips.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, a little surprised at his sudden enthusiasm. He was sucking hungrily at her nipple, drawing it high off its pink ring of flesh.
He pulled her panties all the way off her legs and flung them to the floor. Then just as she was getting used to his mouth on her tit, he raised his lips and licked his way quickly, hungrily, down the length of her body. In seconds he was snuffling and snorting in her crotch hair, kissing and licking at her cunt, poking inside her with his tongue. She spread her legs and hooked her knees up for him.
"Yes! Eat me! Yes!" she cooed. She felt his tongue stabbing into her cunt. Her belly began to flutter and tingle.
He snorted and slobbered on her cunt for some time, widening her fuckhole with his mouth, cranking her cuntlips apart. But soon he was lifting up from her, crawling up on his knees on the bench seat. He fumbled with his belt and fly, then shoved his pants and shorts down below his knees. He grabbed hold of his huge, throbbing cock and pumped it up and down with his fist.
"I've got to fuck you, girl. I can't help it. You forced me to do it," he wheezed. He leaned low over her, yanked down her skirt with one hand and tossed it to one side. He lowered his cock toward her crotch.
Tammy felt a lewd thrill rush through her. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected him to fuck her. But now that he'd mentioned it, she discovered she wanted it badly. She wanted him to shove his cock into her. The hard wet head of his prick scraped the inside of her thigh, and Tammy felt a tingle all the way up into her belly.
"What a sweet young cunt. What a pretty one," he mumbled to himself. He nosed his cockhead this way and that in her crotch, up one cuntlip and down the other. Finally he planted the tip of his prick against the crack of her cunt and pushed forward steadily. His cock fucked its way into her sweet young cunt.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she gasped, gazing down between her hooked-up legs to see what was happening to her. "Your cock's going into me! Your big cock's going up my cunt!"
"That's right, girlie. And you're going to enjoy every minute of it, aren't you? I can tell. You just love cock, don't you? I just know it."
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she panted. His prick felt like a baseball bat being shoved up her cunt. But it didn't really hurt. It didn't feel unpleasant at all. It was one of the most exciting sensations she'd ever felt.
Tammy reached down between her legs and caught hold of her puffy cuntlips. She held them apart for him, prying them wide while inch after inch of swollen cock fucked into her. She could see the thick pale base of his cock and his forest of crotch hair. Then she couldn't see any of his cock at all, and she knew he was inside her all the way. He paused a second or two on top of her, his cock throbbing up her cunt.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah," he grunted finally. And he began to pump gently in and out, feeding her his thick swollen prick. Tammy felt his prick fuck deep inside her. She swore she could feel his cockhead in her chest somewhere.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cooed. "Shove your big beautiful cock deep up my cunt. I love it. I love it."
He drove up and down, fucking his cock in and out of her. Her cuntlips wrapped lovingly around his fucking prickshaft, nipping and sucking at his cock as he fucked her. Juicy wet sounds rose up from her crotch. Oily cunt-slime was oozing down from deep inside her. It soaked his fucking cock and made penetration easy.
"The boys do this to you? The boys all fuck you like this?" he wheezed, glaring down at her. His pale naked ass rose and fell evenly in the half-light.
"Yes, oh, God, yes," she lied. "I love fucking. I love to fuck. Shove your big cock all the way inside me. Cram me full of big hard cock."
Her legs were scissored on either side of him, her knees bent and her thighs gleaming. There was very little room on the bench seat but she managed to spread her pretty legs wide. He angled his cock down into her wet cunt again and again, carving her pussylips so wide that she began to whimper.
He held himself up off her body at an angle, and he could watch her tits jiggle and roll as he fucked into her. Her nipples were hopelessly swollen, jutting up dark and stiff off their puffy circles of flesh. He tweaked and teased them with his fingers before grabbing a handful of tit and mauling it roughly.
"Fuck it deep. Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she groaned, again feeling the sweet sensations welling up in her pussy and belly. "I love cock. I love cock so much!"
He fucked in and out of her, burying his prick to the hilt time and again. His ball-sac smacked into the crook of her thighs. Gripping her behind her knees, he cranked her back so that she was trussed up for him like a turkey. He carved his cock every which way, widening her so that she'd be able to fuck anything.
"You like cum, too? You like to feel hot cum spurting off up your sweet little cunt?" he snorted. He could feel the jizz sizzling and swirling in his balls.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" she pealed, though she hadn't thought of it until this very second. "I love cum! Spurt it inside me! Shoot up my cunt!"
Tammy wondered if he really would. It was something she'd never taken into account until now. She remembered how Mr. Robertson had spurted off over her tits. Would Mr. Cooley cum like that? Would it be as powerful? What would it feel like spurting off inside her? Would it hurt or what? She was about to find out, she realized. She couldn't have stopped him cumming inside her even if she'd wanted. And she didn't.
"Gonna pump you full of cum. Gonna spurt it hot and hard up your sweet little cunt," he grunted, gazing down into her pretty blue eyes. "Are you ready for it? Are you ready for a cuntful of steaming hot jizz?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! Do it to me! Shoot inside me! Spurt your hot jizz up my cunt!" she pleaded. Her crotch was melting with sweet tingling sensations. She was cumming, she realized, even before he was.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah! Here it comes!" he grunted. And he began to lunge up and down violently on top of Tammy, fucking his cock to the hilt inside her. His ass pumped up and down madly.
His cock exploded inside her, firing off a huge wad of jism that seemed to rattle her bones. She yelped as she felt the huge twine of jizz break free. Her insides were suddenly flooded with cum, wet and dripping with squirming hot cream. She glared up at him tensely, wondering if that was all there was to it.
He was pulling back his cock, drawing out till only his cockhead remained inside her. But then he lunged back in deep, and another monstrous bolt of cum spat free. The steaming hot liquid clogged her cunt, filled it to overflowing. She felt as though a hose had been shoved up her cunt and turned on. She whimpered and moaned softly.
"Feel it? Feel the hot cum shooting up your cunt?" he hissed. As he spoke, another jet of jism fired off up her cunt. Silver jizz was pouring out from her cunt, soaking her pussyhair and dribbling into the crack of her ass. His thick prick was greased and dripping with cum.
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, fuck!" She sounded desperate, as if she was afraid he was really going to hurt her with all the hot spurts. Her hands clung to his shoulders and she gazed down between her legs as if to check that her cunt was still there.
He continued to fuck in and out of her, spurting one, two, three more times up her already clogged pussy. But finally he slowed down his thrusts. His ass pumped more and more slowly. He fucked her more gently. And at last he stopped altogether and held himself still inside her. He let his cock drain out the dregs of his jizz into her sweet young cunt.
"You feel it? You feel all my hot cum up your cunt?" he panted. He had one hand on her tit again and was kneading it with his fingers.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! So much! There's so much of it!" she panted. "I feel so full! I feel so full of cum!"
And she really did. Her crotch felt slimy with jizz. It was matting her pubic hair and had drained down as far as her asshole. Even her thighs felt wet and sticky. She gazed up at him, her cunt and belly still tingling. She wondered what he would do next.
"I dumped a real load up there," he said tiredly, a slight smile on his face. "You got a real cuntful, I bet."
He withdrew his cock slowly, hauled it down and out from her cunt with an easy motion. He raised up off her slightly but remained crouched over her, his prick still stiff and dripping under his belly. He stared down at her gaping cunt, fascinated. He seemed to be waiting for something. There was a curious look in his eye.
He reached down two fingers, spread the lips of her cunt even wider. And as he watched, a thick stream of silver cum poured out from her cuntlips like syrup. It dribbled down over her cunt-flesh and into the crack of her ass. It soiled her asshole before drooling off onto the car seat.
Tammy craned her neck and stared down into her crotch with him. She was curious about what he found so interesting. The jism poured free in a never-ending stream, coating her cuntlips and ass with thick silver paste. Together they watched it for a long time.
Chapter Four
Tammy felt like she was really growing up at last. She'd been fucked, she'd had a thick hard cock slamming in and out of her. And she'd let it spurt wad after wad of hot sticky jism up her cunt. She felt like a new person. For the first time in her life, she felt like a woman instead of a little girl. For several days she walked about on a cloud.
The make-up had helped, she was sure. It had given her the confidence she'd needed to come on to a man. She was determined to keep on using it. But she also began paying more attention to what she wore. Whenever she was away from her mother's gaze she wore sexy, plunging blouses and skirts that showed off her fine slender thighs.
And she bought herself the sexiest, tiniest bikini she could find. It was so revealing that when she first saw herself in the mirror in it, she swore she would never dare to wear it in public. Her tits bulged out of it so far that practically all the bikini covered were her nipples. The bottom consisted of a strip of material so narrow that whenever she moved, it slipped up into the crack of her ass and disappeared completely.
No, she told herself, she could never wear it in public. But there was one place she might be able to get away with it. She was due to babysit for the Parkers, and they had a backyard pool. Not only that, but Mr. Parker was kind of cute. She could never get away with it if his wife was around, but if she could get him alone, and if she could persuade him to let her use the pool . . .
She called up Mrs. Parker several hours before she was due to babysit and enquired about the pool. Everything seemed to fall perfectly into place. She was welcome to come over and use the pool any time, Mrs. Parker told her, though she, herself, wouldn't be there to welcome her. She was leaving for her mother's any minute. Mr. Parker, she added as an afterthought, would be more than happy to let Tammy in.
Within the hour, Tammy was at the Parker house. Mr. Parker, who was well into his forties, ushered her in and showed her out to the pool. He had to leave in an hour to pick up the kids from daycare, he said, but she could stay and use the pool as long as she liked. It wasn't used enough, he added, and he was happy that someone else could enjoy it.
He was very cool and casual, she noticed, and she was a bit annoyed that he didn't take more interest in her. What was the matter with him, didn't he like girls? Mr. Robertson and Mr. Cooley had certainly been interested enough. Those two had found her sexy. Maybe Mr. Parker was getting too old or something. Maybe he thought that she was way too young.
But then she slipped off her jogging suit and stood in front of him in her new bikini. The change in him was abrupt. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and she heard him mutter, "Jesus Christ!" He stared at her tits, at her flat golden belly, at her barely covered crotch. He shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
They were standing out on the patio by the pool, and for several seconds she didn't move, but let him get a full eyeful of her gorgeous young body. Then before he could react further, she strode to the water's edge and plunged in head first. She swam quickly from one end of the pool to the other and back again. Though he couldn't see, she was smiling to herself.
Tammy swam effortlessly, for maybe ten minutes, glancing at him occasionally to see if he was still watching her. She thought maybe he'd head into the house after a minute or two, but he stayed where he was. He watched her every move, standing there beside the pool with his hands in his pockets. She couldn't swear to it, but she thought maybe he was fingering himself through his pants.
"It feels so good. Why don't you come in?" she gasped after a while. She strode up the steps out of the water, her golden body dripping. She came up to stand right in front of him and a pool of water formed rapidly on the concrete below her.
"I-I might," he mumbled, his gaze glued to her shining body. Her tits were damn near naked. The brief triangles of cloth had shaped to her as they'd gotten wet and her nipples were molded by the material brazenly. Water dribbled into her cleavage and off down her belly.
The tiny triangle of cloth at her crotch had slipped a little, and pretty blonde pubic hairs peeked over the top. This had shaped itself to her cunt-mound, and he swore he could see the split of her cunt begin just below her crotch hair. His cock trembled in his pants as he glared at her. He swallowed and stared at her a little stupidly.
"It's very nice. Come on in," she said, and she made a move to head back to the pool. Something in the way he moved suddenly made her stop in her tracks.
She'd expected him to go into the house for a bathing suit, but he was undressing on the spot, stripping off his shirt and pants and shoving his shorts down. He was suddenly naked in front of her, his cock flopping about from his crotch. Caught off guard, she turned and dove into the pool. She was a little embarrassed, even though this was what she had wanted all along. He plunged in after her. Tammy felt the huge swell of water as his body entered. She swam ahead of him, not quite knowing what to do next. Her heart was pounding and Tammy realized she was very excited. She wanted him to do things to her, but she wasn't sure what. For the time being all the daring she'd shown with Mr. Cooley the other night had gone.
"You're right! It feels great!" he gasped, cornering her at one end of the pool. He had his arms spread on either side of her and was pressing his naked body against hers.
Tammy turned to face him, the water lapping at her belly. She felt his cock, limp but thick, flop along her thigh. Her tits, streaming water, were crushed to his chest. She was breathing deeply, but not from exertion. She wanted to reach out and grab his cock, to take it in her hand and pump his prick up and down. She wanted to feel his fucker.
"You don't want to keep this on, do you?" he said, tugging at her bra strings with his fingers. "It doesn't cover you very well, anyway. Might as well get rid of it."
Before she could resist, he had hauled the top of her bikini off her tits and let them bobble free. Then she felt his fingers under the water, clawing at her hips, releasing the strings there. Her bikini bottom slipped away from her crotch and she was naked. He pressed his body against hers once more.
"This is nice. You're right," he went on, crushing her against the side of the pool. "I don't know why I don't come swimming more often. It's so refreshing."
His hand slid down her belly and through the wet fleece of her crotch hair. Then his fingers were at her cunt, and two fingers were prying her pussylips open while a third plowed deep inside. She groaned and went limp against him, her thighs sagging open. Her naked tits flattened themselves along his hairy chest.
"You like it? You like a finger up your cunt?" he teased. He was circling his finger around, widening her cunthole. He moved his hand back and forth, finger-fucking her.
"Mr. Parker-ohhhhh!" she cooed, her legs buckling. This was all very strange. She'd come here this afternoon, thinking that she was in full control of herself and the situation. And now here she was, all passive and limp in Mr. Parker's hands. Sex certainly was strange.
"That feel good? You enjoy a finger-fuck occasionally? You do it to yourself all the time?" He leered.
Tammy had never in her life done this to herself, but she was determined to try it after today. Not as big or as good as a cock, but still very nice. She was weak in the knees and she was glad for the support of the water. She sagged against him still, her big tits crushed to him.
"Mr. Parker, ohhhh, it feels so good. I'd no idea-" She moaned. "Your finger's going so deep, it's all the way inside me!"
"Damn right. And that's not the only place it can go. Feel this. Try this on for size."
Tammy had been part-floating on his hand, really enjoying the swirling of his finger up her cunt. But all at once he pulled his finger free, moved his hand in back of her and began caressing her ass. She glanced up at him, wondering what he was doing. Then suddenly she knew.
"Mr. Parker, you can't-Mr. Parker-" she pouted. His hand slid over the springy globes of her ass and dug into the flesh. Then his fingers were between her asscheeks.
"You'll love it. Don't struggle. It'll feel good," he coaxed. And his middle finger was poking at the ring of her asshole, trying to get inside.
Tammy squirmed a little, twisting and turning in the water, but there was nowhere for her to go. And she didn't want to escape anyway. She wanted to know what it felt like, to have his finger up her ass. Soon she settled down and let him do as he liked. His thick finger slid into her ass easily, past the second knuckle and farther.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she purred, raising her knees a little. "It feels so strange! Mr. Parker it feels so weird!"
"Yeah, yeah," he breathed. He corkscrewed his finger around, twisting it in-her asshole. Then he fucked it in and out slowly, like a small cock.
Tammy smiled to herself, glad to have tried something new and a bit strange. She was much more relaxed now, and she didn't offer a word of resistance as she felt him poking his other hand back between her legs around front. He was going to shove a finger back up her cunt, she knew, so that she would be stuffed front and back. She found herself moaning with pleasure.
"Feel good, huh? Feel good?" he grunted. He slipped his finger up her cunt quickly, then began playing it about. He used both fingers, the one up her ass as well as the one up her cunt, to move her back and forth in the corner of the pool. She gazed at him helplessly, wondering where all this would lead. She was excited, and anxious to find out.
"Mr. Parker-oh, God!" she groaned. Tammy was leaning back in the corner of the pool, her elbows out on the concrete. Her feet had left the bottom of the pool and were cycling about in the water. His exploring fingers supported her.
"You like this? You like having a finger up your cunt and up your ass at the same time?" he hissed. Around and around he worked his fingers, prying both her fuckholes as wide as they would go. He watched her big tits flop about in the water, her nipples hopelessly erect and hard.
Tammy felt herself cumming, her crotch melting with hot twitches. She whimpered and moaned, closed her eyes with pleasure. His fingers probed deep, plunging in and out of her like cocks. He was watching her closely as he held her there, dangling in the cool water. He smiled at her with a crazy look in his eyes. And he didn't let her go for many long minutes.
"Mr. Parker, ohhhhh!" she moaned at last, and she grabbed for him, hooking her hands onto his shoulder, trying to pull him to her.
One of her big lush tits scraped his chest.
"You had enough? You ready for something else?" he croaked, still diddling her with his fingers.
"Ohhhhh, God! Ohhhhh-God!"
"How about a little cocksucking? Would you like that? Do you want to take my cock in your mouth and suck the fucker till it spurts? What do you say?"
Even as she still climaxed, Tammy felt an extra thrill go through her. Cocksucking, what a neat-sounding expression. She wanted to do it. She wanted to learn everything. Her mouth watered at the thought of taking his cock inside. But she didn't know what to do. Would he show her? Would he show her how to suck his cock?
"We'll go inside and get dry. You can put on lots more of that thick red lipstick," he explained. "Then you can rub your mouth all over my cock and balls. You can lick my cock and suck it. Would you like that?"
"Yes! Oh, God!" she crooned, still climaxing. "I'll do anything! I'll do anything you want me to!"
He thrust his fingers extra deep, made her yelp and groan with pleasure. He kept this up till she seemed ragged with exhaustion. When he thought she'd finally had enough, he pulled his fingers from her, cradled her with his arms and lifted her, dripping and whimpering, from the pool. She was passive and helpless in his arms, all wet and trembling.
"Will you teach me? Will you teach me how to suck your cock?" she cooed, gazing up at him with her big blue eyes. Her blonde hair had set into tiny wet ringlets. Her tits sagged against his chest.
"I'll teach you everything you want to know, baby. I'll teach you to use that pouty little mouth of yours like a pro. When I've finished with you, you'll be the best little cocksucker within miles of here. You'll be able to drive men wild with that mouth and tongue of yours."
Tammy gazed up at him gratefully. Her golden-brown body glistened with tiny beads of water, as if she'd been oiled. She snuggled up in his arms and let him carry her, dripping, to the house. She was breathing deeply and her heart pounded steadily. Her cunt still twitched with pleasure.
Chapter Five
Mr. Parker's cock was limp and cool from long minutes in the pool. His prick shaft hung down loosely and swung to and fro as he moved. His balls dangled below in their wrinkled sac. His ball-sac had tightened into a firm round bag. Tammy couldn't take her gaze off all this. His wasn't the first cock she'd seen, of course, but it was special to her. His prick was the first one she was going to suck.
They dried off quickly, and Mr. Parker lay
Tammy out on a huge double bed. He draped her across one corner, so that her head dipped slightly over one edge. He cradled her neck with one hand, then moved over her, his legs spread. The huge dangling bulk of his cock and balls cast a shadow across her pretty face.
He had made her rummage in her bag for her lipstick, and her mouth was now smeared with a thick, shiny layer of bright red gloss. While she was at it, she had painted her eyelids quickly with deep-blue shadow. Her made-up face was a weird contrast for her fresh, naked brown body. Mr. Parker was obviously pleased with the results.
"I want you to kiss my balls first," he instructed. "Kiss and lick them and get them nice and warm. Then we can get down to some serious cocksucking."
He squatted lower and lower over her, bending his knees, dangling the hairy sac of his balls over her face. When he was within an inch or two of her mouth she tilted her head, stuck out her tongue and gave one ball a warm, friendly lick. His big thighs split down on either side of her face.
"Like that, yes. Lick them real gently," he coaxed. And he shifted to one side so that she could scrape her tongue over his second dangling ball. Her tongue was like a soft wet feather against his balls.
"Is it nice? Does it feel good?" she asked innocently. She circled her tongue around and around on his hairy ball-sac, forcing his balls from side to side. Her lips pursed and she kissed first one, then the other. Her lipgloss smudged off onto the leathery pouch.
"It feels real nice. Don't talk, just lick!" he wheezed. He stared down and watched her pretty red mouth do its stuff. He felt a heavy churning in his balls already.
Tammy licked and kissed his balls, twisting her head this way and that in the crook of his thighs. She sensed his ball-sac loosening as she worked. It seemed to be expanding. And soon she could see the outline of the two distinct balls more clearly. His ball-sac was daubed with smudges of red lipstick. Wet slurping sounds rose up from her mouth.
"Open wide. Take my balls into your mouth," he told her at one point. He shifted again until one ball plopped neatly between her open, willing lips. "Suck it. Heat it up till it sizzles. Tickle my balls with your tongue."
Tammy had opened her mouth automatically, and she was surprised at how easily his big ball fell between her lips. She did as she was told, bouncing his ball on her tongue and swirling it around, bathing his ball in her spit and tickling it. Her lips closed on it partway and she sucked hungrily, her nose nudging his other ball from time to time.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, baby," he croaked. His legs were cranked wide and he had his hands on his hips. He moved about ever so slightly so that the skin of his ball-sac was forced to stretch and strain against Tammy's mouth.
"Sssmmmfff," she slobbered, gazing up into his flexing asshole. His ball felt like it was swelling in her mouth.
"And the other one. Suck the other one," he instructed. He raised up slightly, again stretching the skin of his ball-sac, and eventually she let go of his captured ball and it slopped into the open, glistening. His other ball rolled over and fell quickly into her gasping mouth.
Tammy repeated her suck-job, slobbering on his ball as if it was some huge hunk of candy. It rolled around in her mouth, forced this way and that by her chasing tongue. Its partner, damp and steaming, bumped back and forth on her chin, tickling her with its tiny hairs.
"I knew you'd be good at this. I knew you could suck balls good as soon as I saw that pouty little mouth of yours," he grunted. This Tammy found a bit hard to believe, but she was in no position to say anything.
He raised his ball from her mouth eventually, and let his entire ball-sac dangle before her mouth while she kissed and licked him all over again. The whole pouch was glistening now, tiny beads of wet hanging in the bristling hairs. Her tongue flashed every which way, making his balls bounce above her. She was moaning and groaning with pleasure.
"Rub them on my face. Rub your balls all over my face," she groaned from between his legs. "I want to feel them on my face. I want to feel them all over me."
"Oh, yeah? You like them that much, huh? Well, here goes." Parker smiled to himself, happy that she was such a keen learner. He raised up slightly, then began dragging his balls back and forth across her face. He scraped her cheeks and forehead, bumped her nose and plopped them across her painted eyelids. He felt her tongue reach out to lick them each time he passed her mouth.
Tammy lay naked and passive on the bed, letting him drag his balls across her face. It was one of the strangest sensations she'd ever experienced, and one of the most exciting. She felt as though she was playing very adult, very dirty games, the kind that most people never experienced. It made her feel worldly and mature.
"You like that? You enjoy having me rub my balls into your face?" he asked her.
"Mmmmmm, I love it! I love your balls!" she answered. And she kissed his wet dangling ball-sac as it flopped across her mouth. She reached up a hand, easing it up between the cheeks of his ass. She began playing her fingers about there, tickling the area between his balls and his asshole.
Suddenly he was drawing his balls off to one side and tilting down so that the soft floppy bulk of his cock poked her cheek. His cockshaft had thickened slightly but was far from hard. It was squat and heavy, but only about four inches long. It angled out from his forest of crotch hair like a friendly little reptile.
"Suck my cock now," he instructed, his voice grown hoarse. "Take it in your mouth and suck it. You did a great job on my balls. Let's see if you're as good with a hunk of cock."
He angled down farther, tilting her head with his hand, and his fat cockhead poked between the bright red pads of her hps. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't complain. She drew his cockhead in, licked it and allowed it to force its way over the velvet pad of her tongue. An inch or two of prick shaft followed till she had practically his whole cock in her mouth. Almost at once she felt it begin to swell.
"Very nice. What a warm, wet mouth," he soothed. He slid forward some more until his entire cock was buried between her lips. Her mouth formed a perfect seal around the base of his prick. He could feel her snorting against his balls.
Almost at once he had to back off, to pull some of his cock out of her face. His prick shaft was swelling so fast, it was lengthening and getting thicker. Her mouth was full of cock and her lips were stretched tight around it. He eased back and his prick slid out glistening. A fat blue vein had begun to throb in its side.
"Mmmfff!" Tammy complained, her nostrils flaring. She stared up into his asshole in panic, wondering whether he'd hurt her, whether the growing shaft of his cock would rupture something in her throat.
His cockhead was way beyond the back of her tongue. It was lodged in her throat somewhere. As his prick thickened, it loomed more and more out into the open. There were soon three or four solid inches of cock outside her mouth, with three or four more locked tightly inside. Her face was bloated, swelled to capacity with straining cock.
He began to move very gently, in and out, feeding her long lengths of cock with a steady motion. He cradled her head in his hands, supporting her, while his cock slid in and out. His prick shaft was still growing, urged to hardness by her soft lips and tickling tongue. Up and down its length were streaks of her bright-red lipstick.
"I'm going to fuck your face real gently for a while, honey," he explained. "I won't hurt you. Just relax and let my cock go deep. You'll get used to it."
Back and forth he moved, fucking his cock deep into her throat. It slid over the guiding pad of her tongue, plunged far into her gullet. She had no choice but to let him do as he liked. Her wide eyes glared up into the crack of his ass. She breathed through her nose and hoped he wouldn't choke her.
"Very nice. You're doing real good," he praised. He speeded up his thrusts slightly and angled his cock deeper. Nearly all of his prickshaft was disappearing now each time he thrust forward. His balls were smacking against her nose.
"Mmmfff, mmmmmmmm," she moaned. Tammy still had a hand up between the crack of his ass and her fingers clutched the flesh desperately.
His cock was nearly full its size, and he seemed to realize he might hurt her if he kept on fucking her face this way. Suddenly he withdrew his prick altogether, and he began stroking his cock up and down on her face, cramming the bulk of it up along one of her cheeks. He scraped his fuckrod up and down like this for several seconds, while Tammy gulped in air. Then he let go of it and stared down at her wildly.
"Rub it into your face! Smear my cock all about on your face!" he gasped. And he reached for her hand, brought it up and curled her fingers around the hot reddened bulk of his prick. He waited while she caught her breath.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, yes!" she panted, her fingers clutching tight to his cock. "Into my face! Yes, into my face!"
She began dangling his cock this way and that, smudging his prickhead over her cheeks and chin. She raised her head, closed her eyes, crammed his cock over her forehead and onto her eyelids. She kissed his prickhead, licked his cockshaft, then forced it up and down either side of her nose. She whimpered and moaned crazily the whole time.
"I love cock! I love hot stiff cock!" she cooed, poking his prickhead into her eye. "All over my face! All over my cocksucking face!"
She steered his cock about, smearing up her make-up. And at one point his piss-slit cracked open and oozed out a pearl of pre-cum juice that clung to her eyebrow. Her fingers clutched his cockshaft tightly, drawing it this way and that. She was pumping on his fuckrod slightly, the way she'd learned to do with Mr. Robertson. She seemed to be enjoying herself greatly.
"You want to suck it? You want to put it in your mouth and suck it at your own speed?" he wheezed. He only hoped he could hold off shooting till she'd had a chance to do this for him. Already his balls were heavy and churning.
"Oh, God, yes! Oh, God!" she yelped. She tugged his cock down toward her mouth, stuffing his cockhead and maybe three inches of prickshaft between her lips. She began to suck violently, bobbing her head on his cock. Her damp blonde ringlets bounced up and down.
She raised up off her back, twisting around so that she was facing his crotch. She lay on her belly on the bed, cranking her head up and down and stuffing her mouth with cockmeat. Her fist wrapped around his cock base and pumped up and down. Her free hand came up to cup and tickle his balls. Deep moans of pleasure came from her throat.
"What a cocksucker! Fuck, there's not much I have to teach you, is there?" he raved. He planted his hands on his hips and watched her face fly up and down on his prick.
Tammy sucked his cock steadily for several minutes, taking more and more prick into her mouth on each downstroke, till she was absorbing five or six inches at a time. Her fist still clung to his cock base and yanked up and down eagerly. She kept up a steady rhythm, never missing a beat.
But then Tammy pulled his cock out of her mouth abruptly, and began rubbing his cock over her face all over again. She seemed to enjoy doing that. She poked herself in the eye with his cockhead, daubed pre-cum juice up and down her cheeks and along her forehead. She kissed his cocktip and folded her soft lips over it.
Tammy sucked his cock some more, driving her fist and mouth up and down on his prickshaft at a wild pace. And then she was spitting his cock out again, this time licking it up and down like an ice cream cone before sucking his prickhead inside again. She yanked and tugged on his cock all the time, as if trying to pull it out by its roots.
"Easy, girl. Easy," he warned. "You'll have me shooting jizz any second at this rate."
He stared down at her pumping face, but couldn't bring himself to stop her. She was doing such wild things to his cock, using her tongue and mouth like such a little whore. He was powerless to stop her. She was in control now, at least for the time being. He let her go at it, trying his best the whole time not to spurt too soon. He glanced away quickly and tried to think of other things. But he happened to catch a glimpse of the two of them in the full-length mirror across the room.
The girl looked so sweet and young, spread out naked on the bed, her ass in the air. Her blonde head flew up and down, and in the mirror he could see the huge bulge in her cheek as she sucked and sucked and sucked. He could see her hand pumping up and down and his balls joggling in response. He felt his control slipping away rapidly.
"Jesus Christ!" he muttered, as if he really could stand no more. And suddenly he was stepping forward, forcing her over onto her back on the bed. He grabbed two pillows, shoving them under her head to prop her up. She continued sucking the whole time, barely missing a beat.
He clambered onto the bed, swung a leg over her, straddled her rib cage. And now he glared anxiously down at her face as she forced it up and down on his cock. She was deep in concentration, her gaze glued to his hairy belly. Her fist and mouth had a perfect rhythm going on his bone-hard prick. He felt his balls begin to melt.
"Tammy-sweet Christ!" he groaned. His hand was curled just to one side, ready to grab his hot cock at the last minute.
"Are you going to cum? Are you ready to spurt your jizz?" she asked sweetly, lifting her mouth off his cock but continuing her expert hand movements. She glanced from his cockhead to his face and back again.
"Yeah, goddammit. I'm gonna spurt any minute. You ready? I'm gonna cum in your mouth, okay? I'm gonna shoot my hot jizz into your sweet sucking mouth."
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" she groaned, staring intently now at his sizzling prick. "Cum in my mouth! Spurt your creamy hot cum into my face!"
She tilted her face forward again eagerly and gaped her mouth open. His hand folded over hers on his cockshaft, and she let him shove his bloated cockhead between her pretty red lips once more. He began jerking off crazily, his fist flying up and down on his cock. Only his cockhead and maybe two inches of prickshaft were in her mouth.
"I'm going to jerk off into your mouth," he explained. "Try to hold my cum inside without swallowing it. I want to see my jism swilling about in your mouth. Can you do that?"
Tammy nodded eagerly, her lips formed into a big red oval around the pistoning bulk of his prick. She gazed up at him anxiously, barely able to control her excitement. Then she glared at his hairy belly again, all concentration. Her nostrils flared and her dark-blue eyelids fluttered. Her lips were puffy and wet.
"Here it comes, girl. Here comes my hot jizz," he croaked. And his hand flew up and down with the final few tugs.
Tammy felt a wet explosion in her mouth, as if someone had stamped on a full toothpaste tube while she'd been sucking it. Hot cum spurted against the roof of her mouth, then went squirming and slithering between her cheeks and gums, between her teeth. Her tongue felt heavy with cum, clogged with it. She had to resist the urge to swallow deeply.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he grunted, pumping his cock. Her face kept jerking back with the force of his tugs.
His cockhead spasmed again, and Tammy felt another huge blast of cum fire off into her mouth. This one felt even bigger than the last, and she glanced up at his face anxiously. At this rate she'd never be able to hold all his cum in her mouth at once.
"Hold it! Don't swallow it yet!" he ordered, as if reading her thoughts. "Gonna pump it all out! Gonna pump it all into your cocksucking mouth!"
Another giant jet of cum spurted free, and now her mouth felt full, clogged to capacity with squirming hot jizz. Her cheeks ballooned out to contain it. She would never be able to hold it all. Her head pulled back till his cock was free of her mouth. His cockhead rested against her ovaled lips. His prick spurted yet again, and Tammy felt her teeth rattle.
Thick strings of cum leaked from the corners of her mouth and drooled down her chin. A steady overflow began and would not stop, even when she tilted her head back and held her mouth partly open. All she succeeded in doing was nudging his cock to one side. It spurted at the same time, firing a long streamer of silver jizz up her face and across her eye.
"Ggglllppphhh!" she gurgled, the cum spilling from her lips in streams. He had reset his cock in front of her mouth, and while she held her lips open, he fired off another wad of thick jizz. This smashed into her teeth and hung there, like a wad of chewing gum. Her lips were sealed and shiny with cum.
Her chin was streaked with strings of white. And now his prick gave off one last blast that shot up her cheek at an angle, toward her ear. He let go of his cock, allowing her to pump out the dregs. He moved back so that he could see into her open, gasping mouth. He panted and wheezed with effort.
"Open your mouth. Open your cocksucking mouth wide. I want to see all my cum," he grunted. His cock dripped strings of cum onto her cheek.
Tammy did as she was told, gazing up at him with shocked eyes as she opened her mouth. She had no idea a man could shoot so much cum. She was amazed at it. Her mouth was overflowing with cock-cream, and while he stared down at her, it spilled continuously and ran down her chin to her neck. He seemed happy with what he saw.
"Fucking great. Quite a load, huh? Does it feel good, swirling around in your mouth?"
A great pale silver pool of cum glowed between Tammy's lips. Occasionally he caught sight of her teeth, or her tongue, but most of the time all this was submerged. She kept her head tilted back, so that the cum wouldn't escape any more than she could help. But each time she moved her tongue, strings of white spilled down her chin.
"Sit up now. Let it all pour out," he instructed. And he helped ease her up from the pillows. "Spill it from your mouth. Let it roll down your face."
Too stunned to resist, Tammy gazed up at him through her one unsoiled eye. She felt so helpless. She pursed her lips, once, twice, and the great silver pool of cum drooled from her lips in a torrent. It covered her chin completely, slopped down onto her neck and rolled down between her tits. There seemed like quarts of it, pouring from her mouth.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, moving to one side. "Spit it all out. That's right, let me see it oozing from your mouth."
Tammy was only too glad to oblige, and she moved her lips and forced the cum out with her tongue. His jizz slopped and drooled from her, falling from her lips in thick elastic globs. It streamed down her tits, ran into her cleavage and farther. Cum shined on her body and face like clear varnish.
"Sweet Christ, what a sight!" he groaned. "Oh, fuck, if you could only see yourself."
Tammy stared at him tiredly. One eye was half-closed, matted with a thick streamer of jism. She let more and more cum spill from her mouth, till finally it was empty. She glanced down at her tits and her belly, wondering vaguely why she'd allowed him to do this to her. She felt sticky and dirty, soiled with sex.
"You suck quite a cock," he went on, watching as her hand pulled absently on his prick. "For a beginner, that was terrific.
You're going to be some cocksucker."
Tammy wasn't really listening. She was staring down at herself through her one good eye, amazed at the flood of cream on her body. She was asking herself how any one man could have so much boiling cum in his balls. She was still amazed that he hadn't hurt her, choked her or something.
"Maybe next time I'll let you swallow it. You'd probably like that. A lot of women love to swallow cum," he rambled on.
Tammy didn't hear him. She had shifted slightly on the bed, propped herself up higher. And again she was running her fingers through the thick gooey strands of cum, massaging it into her skin, painting herself with it.
Chapter Six
There was no time to dwell on the wild session with Mr, Parker. On her very next full day in school, Tammy was approached by Scott Berry, one of the most sexy and sought after guys around. He wanted to take her for a ride on his motorcycle, he said, and she accepted without a second thought. They arranged to meet as soon as classes were over.
Scott was only a year older than she was, but he always seemed to her much older than that.
He was so much more experienced, for one thing. He'd been dating the prettiest girls in school for as long as she could remember. He'd never paid any attention to her until very recently. She wondered about this, and tried to think back on what had changed in her to attract his notice.
It couldn't be her beautiful tits. They'd been fully developed for over a year now. Her whole body, in fact, had been mature for some time. There must be something in her attitude, something in the way she held herself or something. And the only changes there were were a direct result of her full and interesting sex life. If she had any new confidence, it was because of her fucking and sucking.
Tammy smiled at this. It was funny, but when she hadn't been getting fucked, nobody seemed interested. Then suddenly, when she had played with three different cocks in almost as many days, the cutest guy in school asked her out. Life sure could be confusing. She was learning more about it in the last week or so, it seemed, than she'd learned in a lifetime before that.
She was curious about Scott Berry and had been for a long time. But now, with her new experience under her belt, a date with him would be especially interesting. He would be the first person around her own age that she'd been out with, the first one with any experience of his own, that is. She was anxious to see how he compared with the older men she'd had dealings with lately.
Maybe the date wouldn't come to sex at all. Maybe he was interested in other things. Guys with motorcycles were often more involved with mechanics than they were with girls or sex, she knew. But then she smiled to herself again. If he wasn't interested, she could soon make sure he was. She had learned so much about men in the last few weeks. Could boys be all that different?
They met each other at the appointed place, and Scott took her spinning around town on his motorcycle, as promised. Tammy was glad they didn't have to do much talking. She enjoyed the wind and the freshness and the speed. She enjoyed the throb of the machine between her legs. But most of all, she loved the feel of Scott's hard young body in front of her. He had her hold on tight around his waist. She could play her hands up and down on his belly.
Tammy got to thinking how much nicer it was to get to know someone physically, like this, than it was if she had to talk to a guy and spend time trying to impress each lover with how smart or funny she was. This was so much simpler and faster. And it was so much more exciting. She had a wicked thought and let her hands drift lower on his belly. Soon, she had both hands folded down on his crotch.
A slight quiver went through him, but he continued wheeling the motorcycle about. After a few minutes, though, she noticed that they were out among the wooded hills south of town. He turned up a dirt road for a couple of miles. Then they bumped off onto a grassy track. Scott pulled up under some large shade trees, then parked the bike. He peeled off his gloves and stared at her.
Tammy wore a yellow sweater and tight, faded blue jeans, and her blonde hair was mussed sexily about her face. She watched him with big blue teasing eyes and smiled slightly; Her big tits rose and fell in her sweater with her deep breathing. Her stiff nipples were firmly outlined against the fabric.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked sweetly, not wanting to waste time with silly talk. "I'll let you if you want to. I want it, too."
"Take your sweater off. Show me your tits," he said, by way of reply. "I want to see if those are for real."
Tammy giggled. Then she crossed her arms in front of her, hauled her sweater up and over her head. Without a bra, her gorgeous young tits wobbled and bounced to freedom, her nipples jutting up high. Her hair fluffed prettily around her face, all mussed as if she'd just gotten out of bed. She folded the sweater across the bike and gazed at him with a challenge in her eyes. She smiled again.
"Well? You like them? You think they're pretty?" she asked him. She had one arm hooked on her hip and the other hanging loose by her side.
"They're fucking gorgeous. I'd been wondering about them. I couldn't believe they were for real. You're so slender. And they're so fucking big."
Again she giggled. The sun through the trees was dappling her golden body with lights and shadows. There was a slight breeze, and her nipples, whether from cold or excitement were telescoping up high off their pink puffy areolas. Breathing deeply, she unsnapped the stud of her jeans just below her belly and let the folds of the tight pants split open. The zipper buzzed open two or three inches.
"You haven't answered my question. Do you want to fuck me?" she repeated. She took one, two steps toward him, and as she moved, her fly cranked itself open farther. A sliver of ice-blue panty peeked out at him.
"You know I do. Who the fuck wouldn't?" he croaked.
He didn't move, and Tammy was pleased to see that he was waiting to see what she did next. She was the one in control, the one calling the shots. And she was enjoying herself. Here was the cutest, most sought-after guy in school. All the girls wanted him. And she had him in the palm of her hand. It was a strangely pleasant feeling.
Tammy stopped right in front of him and stuck both her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Then she tugged, and her fly zapped open the last inch or so, leaving her ice-blue panties clearly visible inside. She let go of her jeans and let them slip down over her hips. They clung around her ass, sliding slowly lower as she stared up at him.
"Feel them. Feel my titties," she said. And she gripped his wrists, drawing his hands up to cup her big lolling tits. "Squeeze them. Tweak my nipples. Make me feel good."
"You've sure grown up fast, haven't you?" he commented. He pressed his hands onto her tits, trying to flatten her springy tit globes against her chest. Her rock-hard nipples scraped his palms roughly.
Tammy closed her eyes briefly as his hands started to maul her tits. Her jeans slipped around the globes of her ass and hung there a second before drooping down her thighs and tangling around her knees. The cheeks of her ass were clearly visible through the sheer blue panties. She spread her thighs slightly. The deep brown of her legs was speckled with shadows.
Tammy was undoing his shirt, unsnapping the buttons quickly. She snuffled her face against his chest and kissed him there. He let go of her tits and she pressed these against him, too. His hands slid down around her back to her ass, and he gripped her asscheeks, squeezing the tight flesh roughly. His fingers dug deep into her asscheeks through the sheer panties. Then he slid his hands inside and mauled her naked ass all over again.
"I want to sit on your cock. I want to sit on it," she groaned, mashing her tits against his chest. "I want to be on top, okay? I want to be on top when we fuck."
Scott wasn't about to argue. He squeezed her asscheeks, massaging the tight young buns harshly. He felt his cock flexing and growing in his pants. He pulled her to him, crushing her against his body. He forced her panties down off her ass till they were stretched like a lacy rope between the tops of her thighs.
She was slipping from his grip, dropping to her knees in front of him. Her hands were at his fly, opening it up, fishing inside for the lengthening bulk of his cock. She found his fuckrod in his shorts, curled her fingers around his prickshaft, and drew it out into the open. She pumped his cock up and down eagerly, jacking his fucker solidly in her fist.
"Hey, hey, hey," he muttered. Scott tried his best to shove down his pants and shorts while she played with his prick. He only managed to get them around his knees when she slipped his cock into her mouth.
"Mmmmmfffff," she mumbled dreamily, cramming as much cock into her face as she could. Tammy bobbed her head up and down, and flicked her tongue this way and that. She sucked his cock wildly and felt the power surging into it. In no time at all she had a solid six inches of prick in her hand.
"Shit, you're really crazy for cock, aren't you? I always thought you were so quiet and shy," he wheezed. Her blonde hair bobbed up and down in front of him.
"Mmmfff-I was, but I've changed," she said. She rubbed his cock around and around on her face, smearing herself with its oily dampness. Then she plunged his prick back in her mouth.
Scott shifted from one foot to the other, hobbling about in front of her while she sucked his prick into an eight-inch pole. Finally at one point he began to keel over. His pants and shorts were tangled about his knees and he was losing his balance. She let his cock slip from her mouth and giggled as he dropped to his ass on the ground. His cock stuck up from his crotch like an angry red spike.
"Shit, what are you trying to do, kill me?" he hissed. He grabbed at his pants, wrestling them from around his legs, then flung them angrily to one side. His cock stuck up at an angle.
"I'm trying to fuck you, not kill you. Stay right there. I'll be right with you." She was up off her knees, quickly shoving her panties down and clambering from them and her jeans with fluid motions. As she bent down, her big lush tits swayed beneath her, like ripe fruit. Her nipples thrust out like two thumbs.
"Shit, shit," he grumbled, but he watched her the whole time. Scott had propped himself up on his elbows, and his legs were spread wide apart. His balls settled into the crook of his thighs while his cock twitched and flexed in the air.
Tammy was naked at last, and she bent down beside him, taking hold of his cock with her long slender fingers. Then she swung a leg over him, mounting him as she had his motorcycle not so long ago. Facing him, her big tits rolling about in front of her, she straddled him, squatting low with her feet planted firmly on either side of him. She smiled at him warmly.
"I've wanted to try this for a while, sit on a guy's cock," she said. "I want to try all the positions there are. I want to experience everything."
"Nnnnnnnn!" That was all he could say. He watched her every move.
The teenager dipped her head in concentration and studied her crotch as it lowered onto the spike of his cock. She held his prick upright, her fingers curled gently about it. Her blonde thatch of cunt hair was stirred slightly by the warm breeze. Then his cockhead disappeared beneath it and slotted perfectly into her gaping pussylips. Her cunt seemed to fold itself around his cocktip gratefully, the wet slabs sucking at his prickhead.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she muttered, still gazing down between her legs. She had one hand curled around his cock, the other splayed against her flat brown belly. Her golden thighs were split wide.
Very slowly, she lowered herself onto his erect cock, guiding it inside her pussy with her fingers. His prickhead slid between her cuntlips, then an inch of cockshaft. She raised her head, closed her eyes, and sank farther and farther onto his stiff prick. She sighed with satisfaction as his big cock fucked into her.
"Nnnnnnn, hey, hey," he groaned. He watched his cock disappear an inch at a time, till her pussyhair tangled with his and he knew his prick was in her all the way. He reached up, grabbing a big lolling tit in each hand. He mauled and squeezed her tits roughly, leaving finger marks on her bulging tit-flesh.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she pealed, smiling down at him. Her face was flushed and happy. She began bouncing up and down on top of him, fucking herself again and again on the hot hard spike of his prick. Her tits joggled and rolled in his hands.
Up and down on top of him she humped, her thighs splayed wide on either side, a deep sexy hollow in the small of her back. She didn't have to hold his cock any longer. It was trapped by her cunt and carved itself in and out of her as she moved. Thick oily pussy-juice had begun dripping down from between her cuntlips, and it made his cock glisten brightly, like a wet log.
"It feels so good! It's so different, being on top, sitting on a guy's cock!" she wailed. "It goes so deep! Your cock goes so fucking deep up my cunt!"
Tammy bounced up and down steadily, her blonde hair flying. She kept up an even fuck-pace, not fast, but regular. He didn't have to move at all. He could just lay there on the grass, feeling her driving cunt sucking at his hard prick. After a while he even let go of her tits and contented himself with watching them bounce and joggle in front of him as she moved. They were the most beautiful, perfectly shaped tits he had ever seen.
"Will you tell me when you're ready to cum?" she panted, gazing down at his face. "I want to know. I want to feel you go off inside me.
He glared up at her, his face flushed and slick with sweat. "You want me to cum inside you? You want me to shoot up your cunt?"
Scott was genuinely surprised. Most of the girls he had fucked with insisted he pull out at the last second if he wasn't wearing any protection, the ones who weren't on the pill, at any rate. This was the first time anyone had ever asked him to spurt up her cunt. He felt a thrill go through him. His balls churned and quivered between his legs.
"I want to feel it. I want to feel your hot jizz spurt off up my pussy. Tell me when you're about to cum. Okay?"
He nodded tensely, feeling another thrill shoot through him. At this rate, it wouldn't be long. In fact right now he sensed twinges growing stronger in his balls. Her movements had speeded up some, her cunt seemed to be sucking even more hungrily at his captured cock. He gazed at her lovely bouncing tits. Her nipples were so long, so nut-brown and stiff and hard.
Tammy leaned over suddenly, letting her tits swing heavily beneath her. Her lovely blonde hair fell about her face in a tangle. She was staring at his face, trying to detect any signs of his losing control. Her mouth was half open and her tongue flicked from side to side, wetting her full red lips. He felt something snap inside him and he glared up at her helplessly.
"Are you going to cum? Are you ready to shoot?" she gasped, sensing the tension in his thighs.
"Yes! Oh, fuck! I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna blast off hot cum up your cunt!" He grabbed her tits again, holding onto them tightly. And his ass began to twitch up from the grass. His cock knifed into her cunt, arced itself again and again into her soft wet pussy. Then he started groaning.
Tammy felt a hot wet squirting deep inside her, and she reared back, laughing. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and her hair danced about. She continued her bouncing, driving herself up and down on top of him without let-up. She folded her hands over his and helped him squeeze and maul her tits. Her legs, scissored on either side of him, flexed with effort.
"Spurt it all! Shoot up my cunt!" she moaned, her voice still full of laughter. "I love cum! I want it all! Jet it all up my hot cunt!"
A hot creamy wad of cum spuFted up her pussy, and another. Tammy felt every one, and she gasped and wheezed with pleasure. His cock twitched and trembled, sliding in and out greasily. And each time his prick was buried to the hilt, it spurted out another steaming-hot blast of cum. His fucker was recoiling inside her, like some kind of steel bar. And he seemed to have endless supplies of cock-cream to shoot.
"Up my cunt! Spurt all your hot cum up my cunt!" she pleaded. And she felt yet another sizzling knot quiver up her pussy. She was giggling crazily, as if she found the situation really amusing.
Silver strings of cum were drooling down from inside her cuntlips. They were thick and sticky, and clung to his cockshaft like wax. Her cuntlips were soon soggy with jism, and wads of it smeared off into her crotch hair, matting it. Dirty wet squishing sounds rose up from their meshed fuck-parts.
"More! Shoot more up my cunt! I love cum!" she wailed, still driving herself up and down fiercely. Even while she spoke, she felt another hot jet of jizz fire off up her cunt.
Scott squirmed and jerked on the grass under her, shooting out the hot cream from his balls. He couldn't seem to stop spurting. He was surprised at the amount he had to get shot off. But finally there came a time when he was finished. His cock stayed hard, bucking and straining inside her sucking cunt. But his prick stopped spurting. His balls were drained to the dregs. She had milked out every last drop of his cock cream.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" she crooned, her voice thick with lust. "So much fucking cum! So much hot jizz up poor Tammy's hot cunt!"
Tammy bounced up and down on him for some time yet, while the hot sparks fired off through her cunt. Then slowly she came to rest on top of him. And she sagged forward, letting her tits flatten into his hands. Her sweet blonde hair brushed his face. One cute strand was stuck to her cheek with sweat. She was humming softly to herself.
"What do you think? Did you like that? Did you enjoy shooting off up my cunt?" she said at last. Tammy stared at him with a sly grin on her face.
"Fuck, what do you think?" he moaned, his balls drained dry. "You're the hottest fuck I've ever had, girlie."
Chapter Seven
Tammy often walked home from school by way of Taylor Park because it was pretty and pleasant. It meant going out of her way, but she didn't mind. She could think and daydream in peace, getting her thoughts in order before having to put up with her mother's petty quibbles and questions. And she did have a lot to think about lately. Her life was changing so fast. So much was happening. It was all so exciting.
Several days had passed since her ride with Scott Berry. She'd seen him two or three times in the hall and was surprised at the change in him. He seemed so quiet and shy, not at all like his normal self. It was as if he'd undergone some crisis or shock. He smiled at her and was pleasant enough. But for the time being at least, the spirit seemed to have gone out of him.
She decided to find out what was wrong as soon as she could, but for now she had too much else to think about. Scott was just one among so many guys, after all. Cute as he was, she wasn't really interested in him as a boyfriend or anything. She wondered now if she'd ever be interested in any one guy that way. Surely it got boring after a while, fucking and sucking just one person.
There was so much of life to try, to experience. There were so many different things to do. Tammy wondered at all the girls her own age who tied themselves down with steady boyfriends. Weren't they interested in other people, in new experiences? Why did they have to restrict themselves so much? She was determined not to let this happen to her. Life was too short.
Tammy strode on through the park, the sunlight warm on her blonde head. She'd been so lost in thought that it took her some time to realize someone was following her. She glanced behind her quickly, but didn't speed up. She took a short-cut across the grass to see what would happen. Sure enough, the guy behind her followed, staying maybe thirty feet behind her.
He looked middle-aged, and he had a beard. But he wasn't a bum or anything. He was fairly well-dressed and neat. He carried a coat over one arm and a rolled-up umbrella in the other. There had been showers that morning. The ground was still springy underfoot. Tammy noticed for the first time that there weren't many other people around in the park.
Her first impulse was to run. Under normal circumstances, this is what she would have done. But lately the circumstances of her life were far from normal. They were weird and wild and exciting. She was trying new things, letting exciting stuff happen to her. She was trying to be mature and grown-up. She didn't want to run. She didn't want to run away from anything again. She continued walking slowly.
Tammy was wearing a silver-grey wind-breaker, a short red mini dress, and bright striped leg warmers that came up to mid-thigh.
Her slim golden thighs gleamed with health in the. sun. She was glad she met with the stranger's approval, whoever he was. The teenager couldn't help but smile to herself as she led him first this way, and then that through the quiet, sunlit park.
She wasn't the least bit frightened, and this surprised her. If she thought she was going to be mugged or hurt, it would have been different. But she felt perfectly safe in front of the strange man. He wore glasses, she noticed, as she allowed him to get closer. He reminded her a little of a friend of her father's, a kindly man who always made her laugh.
With her heart pounding steadily, Tammy found herself heading in between thick bushes at a deserted end of the park. She knew he was following. She could hear him brushing twigs aside. She led him deeper into the grove, till they were completely out of sight of all the pedestrian paths. And in a small clearing, she came to a standstill. She didn't turn around to face him.
There was a scuffling sound behind her and a muffled swear word, and then everything was quiet. Tammy knew he was in the clearing with her, just a few feet behind her. Still she didn't turn around or say anything. She stood there without moving, her back to him. She took one or two deep breaths. The blonde was very excited.
She felt his hand on her arm, then on her hip, and she made no move of resistance. Then he was moving closer, and she could hear his breath in her ear. He molded his body to hers gently, and his arms snaked up in front of her. His hands reached inside the windbreaker and cupped her lush tits. He rolled them around on her chest, much more gently than Scott had done.
Tammy felt the log of his cock slotted into the groove between her asscheeks. His prick was thick and hot and hard already. He pressed his fucker against her, spreading the lush cheeks of her ass with it. Tammy swore she could feel the huge head of his cock in the small of her back somewhere. He humped his prickshaft up and down slightly, rubbing her with it through her clothes.
This was crazy, Tammy realized. She didn't know this guy, hadn't even spoken to him. He was an absolute stranger, and for all she knew, he could be dangerous and want to hurt her. Yet she had a feeling he wouldn't. He was being so gentle. And Tammy couldn't have stopped him if she'd wanted to try. She had no power of resistance. She wanted him to go further.
He obliged her by running his hands down over her front as far as her thighs. He squeezed the taut flesh of her legs then slipped his hands quickly under her short dress. He was pulling her panties down, hauling them down her thighs till they were stretched there between her legs. He tugged them down farther and let them drop to the ground.
Tammy felt so excited. She wasn't doing anything. She was just standing there quite passively. And she was letting an absolute stranger pull her panties off. She even stepped from the tangled white lace obligingly. She sensed him falling to his knees behind her, spreading his coat on the ground just to one side. Then his fingers were at her dress and he was lifting it, raising it over the lush pale globes of her girlish ass.
The blonde let him do as he liked, a strange thrill running through her. She felt his breath on her asscheeks, then his lips. Suddenly his tongue was all over her, licking, scraping. His mouth moved all over her ass, kissing it, licking her butt. His fingers dug into her flesh and spread her asscheeks wide. His tongue poked into her asscrack and licked up and down.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, though she was trying her very best to keep quiet. His tongue had found her asshole and was digging into it crazily.
Her knees buckled, and she was slipping to the ground. She fell on all fours on his coat, her ass in the air. Her dress flipped over her back and left her asscheeks naked. His face was soon between her legs, licking, kissing. His tongue diddled her shitter hole and went lower, to the furry slice of her blonde pussy. He slipped a finger quickly into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, sagging forward onto her elbows. She rested her head on his coat and thrust her ass up high into the air. He spread her asscheeks wide and slobbered at her cunt and shitter.
Tammy could hear him grunting. She could hear the wet sounds of his mouth licking and sucking between her asscheeks. But he didn't say a word. He didn't speak. He fingered her cunt and poked his tongue about on her asshole. He snuffled and snorted, driving her crazy with his wild mouth.
At one point she felt the pressure of his finger against her asshole, and soon he had poked it in deep and was curling it around. His finger felt a bit strange, as it had with Mr. Parker, but it was far from unpleasant. She gasped and groaned into his coat and twisted a handful of grass in her fingers.
And then suddenly his finger was gone and he wasn't snorting behind her anymore. She heard him panting, and then she heard the unzipping of his fly. The hard wet head of his cock poked her thigh and she gasped. She spread her legs wide. Her leg-warmers clung tightly to her at mid-thigh. She was glad she'd worn them. They would keep her warm if this should go on too long.
His cockhead nudged about under her tufted cunthair. Then he was lodging his prick inside her and driving forward, burying four or five inches of cock at one thrust. He crawled closer behind her on his knees and rammed the rest of his big cock into her pussy. Tammy sighed deeply, closed her eyes and breathed into his coat. She knew she had eight or nine inches of cock inside her.
"Nnnnn! Mmmfff!" he grunted. He began fucking her from behind, driving his prick in a and out of her with even lunges. Tammy kept her ass in the air, letting him fuck as deep as he wished.
Occasionally she heard distant voices as people passed, and she got a special thrill out of this. It was so weird, so exciting to be fucking in a nearly public place, a place where they could quite easily be discovered, fucking like a couple of dogs. She felt herself cumming already. The tell-tale sparks were flying in her thighs and belly. She reached under herself, poking a finger against her clit.
He bucked and lunged against her, burying his cock time after time. But after maybe three minutes he stopped, and much to her disappointment he pulled his cock all the way out of her aching cunt. Tammy was about to turn around to protest. She was already thinking of what to say. Then she felt the big hard head of his cock pressing down between her asscheeks.
His cockhead was right up against her asshole, and he was putting more and more weight behind it. A flash of panic ran through her as she realized what he was trying to do. Up her ass, he was trying to fuck her up the ass. It would never go. His cock would be too big. He'd split her in half. Her mind raced with crazy thoughts even as she sensed her asshole relaxing.
He strained, driving harder and harder down onto her puckered asshole. Still he didn't say anything. But there was a great deal of tension in his body.
Tammy wanted to scream. She wanted to yell out that this couldn't be done, that he couldn't fuck her up the ass. But she couldn't speak. She simply gasped into his coat. And she felt the head of his cock pry open the tight ring of her asshole and lodge itself inside. An inch of stiff cockmeat followed right behind.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she gasped. She could barely believe what was happening to her.
His cockhead was fucking into her asshole, going deeper and deeper. The thick log of his prick followed, inch after inch. Her asscheeks molded themselves around the stiff bulk of his cock, warped out of shape. Her legs strained but stayed solid. Her knees dug into his coat as he applied more and more pressure on her.
Before he had all his cock buried, he paused. Then he began lunging back and forth, fucking her up her asshole with deep thrusts. His prick embedded itself a little deeper in her shitter on each successive lunge. Soon he was fucking his cock in to the hilt, and his balls were smacking again and again onto the gaping wet slice of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she groaned, beginning to feel a bit faint. She was being fucked up the ass. She was letting a complete stranger fuck his cock back and forth in her shitter. And while it felt strange as hell, she couldn't deny she was enjoying it. Her cunt was still tingling pleasantly. The thrusts of his cock in her asshole were very pleasant.
Was there no end to the weird variety of things a guy could do with his cock? It was amazing. Just when Tammy thought she'd experienced it all, some guy would do something new, use his cock on her in a different and kinky way. Or he would shoot his cum in such a way as to thrill her no end. She loved it. She loved the kinkiness, the variety. She hoped it went on and on.
The grunting sounds behind her were increasing. He seemed to be growing more and more excited as he fucked his cock up her ass. Tammy felt his hands on her waist, forcing her dress higher up her back. Then he was scooping her tits into his palms and squeezing them roughly. He bucked back and forth more wildly, burying his cock to the hilt. She sensed it wouldn't be long before he was shooting up her ass.
Tammy kept her hand locked between her legs, her fingers diddling her swollen clit. She could feel the hard bulk of his cock fucking back and forth in her ass. Whenever she dipped her fingers deep in her cunt, the hard jerks of his prick were very distinct. She was amazed there was no discomfort. She seemed to have taken to ass-fucking as easily as she'd taken up cocksucking.
"Nnnnnn! Gggnnnnnn!" he groaned suddenly, his voice crazy. And he slapped his thighs against hers and carved his cock as far as it would go up her ass.
A giant glob of jizz burst free up her asshole, and another. He was fucking her viciously, and his cock was spurting jet after jet of sizzling-hot cream. She whimpered into his coat, flopping her face from side to side. And she accepted the gobs of cum gratefully. It was a weird, dirty, exciting feeling to have a guy cum up her ass. And she was loving every minute of it.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, her fingers flashing between her legs. Her cunt seemed to be melting. She was cumming, over and over again, as he ejaculated up her asshole.
Another wad of cum broke free, and another. Each time he buried his cock up her ass, it spurted. Glob after glob sprang into her ass. And as he pulled back, cum glittered and gleamed on his cock like silver paint. Cum poured from her asshole and rolled down over her gaping wet cunt. Her fingers were soon soiled with it, webbed together with jism.
Strings of cum began to drool down the insides of her thighs. Her lovely golden legs were streaked with jizz, and soon her silly striped leg-warmers were rimmed with white around their tops. One elastic string dangled down from her open cunt, swinging and pouncing in the air as he thrust steadily into her shitter. It lengthened and stretched until it snapped across his coat.
"Nnnnnnnnn! Gggnnnnnn!" he grunted, and he bucked forward again, spraying her already clogged asshole with yet another hot jet of cum. He fucked his prick into her ass roughly, and her whole body shook and trembled beneath him.
Tammy heard voices way off along one of the park pathways, and then the distant bark of a dog. It seemed incredible to her that they could be doing this in a public place, that this weird stranger could be ass-fucking her out in the sunshine in a public park, in among the bushes. It added to her excitement, and she felt another cum-spasm roll through her cunt.
He shot a couple more hot jets of jizz up her asshole, then continued fucking her for the' better part of three minutes. His balls smacked against her oozing cunt evenly. Then finally he came to a stop and sighed deeply in her ear. He sounded almost apologetic, as if he was sorry for what he'd done to her.
Tammy tried to look behind her, to let him know that she had enjoyed herself, was still enjoying herself. That she had enjoyed getting fucked up the ass. But he held her down, clung to the back of her neck with one hand. It was as though he didn't want her to look into his face.
He was pulling his cock from her ass, and as his prick slipped free, Tammy felt the cool afternoon air swirling into her gaping shit hole. Her asshole felt as though it measure over an inch in diameter. It was suddenly very empty. Cum slithered and oozed from her shitter obscenely. Her cunt and the insides of her thighs were again flooded with oily white jizz.
He was grunting and snorting behind her, and she could hear him rearranging his clothes, stuffing his cock and balls back inside his pants. He let go of her quickly, stood up,, and without saying a word, scrambled off through the bushes, leaving Tammy nearly naked, on all fours, in the clearing. He had left his coat behind, but she was too dazed to call out. She would leave it where it was. He could come back there if he wanted the garment.
For the time being Tammy stayed where she was, on all fours, her naked, cum-streaked ass in the air. Her dress was bunched up around her middle. One leg-warmer had sagged a little around her thigh. Heavy drolling globs of jism slithered over her cunt and down her thighs. She felt filthy, sticky and totally messed up. But she felt good, too. She quivered with the lewdness of what had just happened to her.
Chapter Eight
The sex in her life had been wild and wonderful lately, Tammy had to admit. She'd done things in a matter of weeks that many women never experienced in a lifetime. But there was one thing she hadn't really done yet that she was still curious about. It was really quite old-fashioned, but she wanted to try it, anyway. She wanted to spend a whole night in bed with a man.
Her sessions with Mr. Robertson and Mr.
Parker didn't count. She'd had sex with them, all right, and it had been in bed, at least most of it. But it had all been rushed, in other peoples' houses, where someone could have walked in at any time. And it hadn't lasted all night. As soon as the guy had cum, he'd left her by herself.
It was kind of a strange thing to want, she realized, especially since she'd gotten great satisfaction lately from sex outdoors, in public places. But she was curious to try it all the same. It was the grown-up thing to do, spend a whole night in bed with a guy. She wouldn't feel completely mature, somehow, until she'd done it. She approached Mr, Robertson about it.
Tammy hadn't seen much of him since her first glorious session with him. And on this particular evening his wife was with him practically the whole time. She was on a babysitting assignment for them again, but this time she wouldn't be staying overnight. They planned on being home by midnight, Mrs. Robertson said. It was a work day tomorrow. She only had a quick moment to talk to Mr. Robertson alone, just before they left the house.
He was obviously interested in seeing her again. She could tell from the look in his eyes. And while they had a second or two alone, he slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing up and down hungrily. She gasped out what she wanted to do, and he moaned aloud. There was nothing he wanted more, he said, than to spend a whole night with her, but it was going to be tricky. He would think about it, be in touch.
And true to his word, he phoned her in a day or so and told her his idea. He had a cabin up in the hills. He used it with friends for hunting trips on the rare occasions when he could get away. He had told his wife he would be meeting a group of the boys up there on Friday. He could meet Tammy, instead, and drive her up there. They could fuck and suck the night away.
Tammy was thrilled. It was more than she'd expected, secluded cabin in the hills, so romantic. The teenager had thought she'd end up in some crummy motel with him. This was much better. She had no trouble getting away. Her mother only mumbled absently when she told her that she had another overnight babysitting session. She packed a bag, then met Mr. Robertson outside the bus station. Together they drove the twenty-five miles to the cabin.
Tammy was in heaven.
She felt so adult, so grown up. It was as if she was eloping or at least having a wild affair. She loved all the secrecy involved, and the fact that they had to drive so far out of town. It made her feel so naughty. And by the time they arrived at the cabin, she wanted to go straight to bed and start some serious fucking. Mr. Robertson seemed to have other ideas.
He made them both drinks, and then wanted to show her the cabin and the view from the back porch. She made all the appropriate sounds of approval but couldn't see what was so special about the place. It had a huge old fireplace and was dark and cosy, but for her the main attraction was the huge old bed which damn near filled one half the main room.
She held onto his arm as he gave her the tour, pressing her tit against him brazenly. But half an hour went by before she could get him to sit down in the enormous armchair by the fire. She sat in his lap, making cooing, little girl sounds in his ear. He was very cool. He seemed to be waiting for something. But finally he smiled at her and told her that he had a present for her.
He stayed put in the armchair while she scampered over to his bag and pulled out a brightly colored package, as instructed. He smiled at her, and then burst out laughing as she hauled the silky items of underwear from the package. She raised them in her fingers, a look of bewilderment on her pretty teenaged face. She looked at him, then at the whispy items of lace and silk, then back at him again.
"Is this a garter belt? Is that what it is?" she asked him innocently, her mouth half-open.
"That's right, honey. A black garter belt and a pair of sheer black nylon stockings. All for my sweet little weekend girlfriend. Real slut's clothes, if ever there were any. I think you'll look good in them. They'll flatter your already outstanding young figure."
Tammy wasn't sure how to respond to this. She smiled uncertainly, looked at the flimsy black garter belt in one hand and then at the sheer black stockings in the other. She suddenly felt a bit out of her depths again. But only for a moment. She recalled that part of her new sexy image had been new, adult makeup and sexy clothes. Well, clothes didn't get any sexier than these. It might be fun to prance about in them for a while.
"Try them on, go ahead. I want to see what you look like in them," he urged. "Take everything else off. I want you wearing nothing but this stuff for the rest of our stay here."
Tammy stared at him for a second or two, licked her lips, then did as she was told. What the hell, she thought, this was another new experience. Secretly, she was curious to see what she looked like in the lewd underwear. She searched the room for a mirror and noticed one screwed to a closet door.
"I guess it's a real turn-on for men, huh, to see a girl dressed up in stuff like this," she mused. She pulled her sweater over her head, unzipped her jeans and shoved them down her legs.
"Fucking right. There's something about a black garter belt and stockings, especially on someone as young and innocent-looking as you-I don't know what it is."
He sat in his armchair, a drink in one hand, while she peeled off her jeans and panties and set about draping the snaky, lace garter belt around her waist. She arranged the garters so that they dangled down her thighs, and then sat on the bed to haul on first one, then the other sheer black stocking. Her tits shifted and rolled as she moved. Her cunt cracked open a fraction beneath her furry pussy-mound.
He watched her raise one leg, then snap the garter down over the stocking top. And his cock twitched in his crotch. She quickly attached the other garters, flashed him a smile, then scampered over to the mirror, where she stood gazing at herself for several seconds. She made some slight adjustments to the garters, smoothed her hands over her flat golden belly, then smiled broadly.
"Fuck, I look like a real whore: I once looked in a magazine my father thought he had hidden, and all the girls in there wore stuff like this, it's sexy as hell, isn't it? Doesn't it make me look like a slut? Doen't it make you want to fuck me?"
Tammy was smiling at him over her shoulder, her eyes warm and teasing. The black elastic of her snaky garters stretched over her asscheeks, digging into her pretty, pale flesh. He could see the lower swell of one big tit arcing up from her chest. There was another distinct twitch in his cock. He adjusted it quickly in his pants.
"I want to fuck you so bad, it hurts," he croaked. "But we could be here for a while. I want to save myself for later. Walk about for me. Get on the bed. Give me a little show, now that we've got you all decked out."
Tammy giggled and turned away from the mirror at last. She was happy with what she'd seen. She looked sexy as hell, innocent but ready for action. There wasn't a man alive who could resist her, dressed the way she was. She could have any cock she wanted. They were all hers for the asking. She felt an odd surge of power inside.
She had daubed her face with make-up before meeting up with Mr. Robertson, and somehow this only added to her sluttish look. Her eyelids were painted the shade of purple bruises, the liner thick and dark and inky. Her full lips glowed under a thick wet layer of bright-red gloss. She licked her tongue across them one more time, making them shine brighter.
"You want me to act like a slut? You want me to tease you?" she purred. She strode back and forth in front of him, her legs flexing in their sheer black hose. Her upper thighs and asscheeks were so much paler, and her blonde cunthair bristled up for him between the black snaky strips of her garters. Her tits wobbled and swayed freely.
"Oh, fuck," he said. He shifted slightly in his chair, wondering if he'd be able to hold out as he wished. If he touched her now, he'd be a goner. He wouldn't stand a chance.
Tammy giggled, really enjoying parading back and forth in front of him. She paused in front of the bed, bent down and let her big tits dangle heavily in front of her. They hung out and away from her body like pliable melons. Then she turned around, flashing her naked ass at him, and bent down some more. She gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulled them apart, and showed him her puckered asshole and the tufted slit of her cunt.
She began to moan for him, as if she was just about to cum. And then she climbed on the bed, crawling about on the coverlet as if she was in search of something. She sounded as though she would die soon if she didn't get a hold of some cock. But she was smiling at him the whole time over her shoulder, teasing him with her eyes.
Tammy lowered her head to the bed, and she thrust her naked ass in the air so that he could see her puckered asshole and tufted cunt. She stared back at him in a pleading way, as if he was the only one in the world who could help her. She reached out her hand toward him, pouting her lips like a spoiled little girl.
"Will you fuck me now, please? Will you please fuck poor little Tammy? She wants it so bad. She wants your big naughty cock inside her so fucking bad."
It took every ounce of her self-control for him to stay where he was. He felt like striding over to the bed, whipping out his cock and slapping her across her cockteasing face with it. His balls were tingling and churning in his crotch. He clutched the arms of his chair and stayed where he could watch her from a distance. Somehow this only added to his excitement.
"I want your big naughty cock," she went on, teasing him with her little girl voice. "I want it up my pussy. I want you to fuck me with it. I want to take it in my mouth and suck on it."
Tammy gazed at him longingly, licking her pink tongue across her full red lips. She dipped down low on the bed, scraping her big tits across the coverlet. Her nipples were a dark nut-brown color. They were swollen and stiff and nearly an inch long. There was a deep erotic dip in her back as she swayed from side to side.
"I never got a chance to suck your cock that first time," she cooed. "You ate me, but I never got to suck you in return. Let me do it. Let me suck your big hard cock. I want to, I
really do. I want to stuff it in my mouth and suck it."
Robertson groaned deeply and felt his resistance slipping away. The little bitch sure knew how to tease a guy. What she was saying was driving him crazy. And on top of this, she was writhing about on the bed, dressed in nothing but a black garter belt and stockings. It was more than any man should have to take. He raised himself heavily from his chair and moved toward her.
"Are you going to let me suck your cock? Are you?" she cooed. She climbed up on all fours and moved to the edge of the bed to welcome him. Her hands reached up and began fumbling with his belt and fly as soon as he reached her.
"I might let you, if you really want it," he grunted. He watched her eager fingers open his pants, then shove them down off his hips. She pulled at his shorts, forcing them down also. She gripped his cock with one hand, and the soft sac of his balls with the other.
"I want to suck you. I want to do everything for you. If it wasn't for you, I'd never have started fucking and sucking." She glanced up at him gratefully, then stared down at his hefty cock. His prick was bigger than she remembered it. Her hand pumped on it softly, drawing his cock up toward her. She bent her head, kissing his cockhead warmly.
"So, you've really started fucking, have you? I see you've learned how to handle a cock real well." Her fingers were cupping his balls gently, massaging them, while her other hand pumped his cock up and down.
"Yesss, mmmmmm," she murmured. And the teenager folded her lips over the crown of his cock and began sucking his prickhead softly. She concentrated on his cockhead, going no farther for the moment. Her mouth made wet squeaking sounds in his prick.
He stripped off items of clothing as she sucked him, tossing his shirt to one side and stepping carefully from his pants and shorts. She kept curling her tongue around his cockhead the whole time, licking it, teasing his prick knob. His prick swelled and thickened in her hand. It began to throb, and big ugly blue veins stood out in its sides.
"It's getting so big! You like being sucked, huh?" she asked sweetly. She glanced up at him for a moment, once she'd pulled her mouth off his cock, then stared fixedly at his throbbing prick. Her hand jacked up and down evenly.
"Baby, who wouldn't?" he grunted. "That little wet red mouth of yours is something to see. And to have it wrapped around my cock-" He broke off as she dipped her face once more and slipped his cock back into her mouth. There were bright red smudges of lipstick just below the flange of his cockhead, he noticed.
Tammy began to suck his prick more deeply, drawing his cock far into her mouth. Her pretty blonde head started an up-and-down motion and her hair bounced about. One hand caressed his balls still, while the other wrapped itself firmly around his cock base and jacked steadily. His cockhead bumped past the roof of her mouth and bore into her sweet young throat.
"Fuck, you sure have learned a thing or two, haven't you?" he groaned. Both his hands swept up her cheeks and forced back the hair from her face. He had a clear view now of her bulging cheeks and flaring nostrils. The top four inches of his cock disappeared completely in her hungry, sucking mouth.
"Mmmfff, mmmfff," she moaned, sliding her mouth up and down expertly. Her red lips were stretched out of shape around the huge hard bulk of his cock. Gobs of her lipstick were smeared up and down his pulsing prickshaft.
He let her suck his cock for several minutes, till his cock was hopelessly stiff and red and jutted up from his crotch like some thick pole of salami. He touched her cheeks with his fingers, feeling the bulges and hollows as she sucked. And he felt himself grow weak in the knees. There were twinges in his balls as her fingers played over them.
"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you, baby," he grunted suddenly, his voice hoarse. "That's something else we didn't get to do last time. I've got to fuck my cock in that sweet little cunt of yours. I can't wait any longer."
She pulled her mouth off his prick. "Yes! I want you to! I want you to fuck me! Cram your big cock up my cunt!" she moaned. And she stared up at his face with her big blue eyes, a look of real desperation on her pretty features.
"Stay where you are. Stay just like that," he ordered. And easing his cock gently from her gripping hand, he climbed on the bed, moved around in back of her and dropped to his knees on the coverlet.
Tammy remained on her hands and knees, with her ass in the air. She felt him probing about with the wet glistening head of his cock. Then his cockhead was between her puffy cuntlips and he was ramming forward, filling her sweet young cunt with prick. She accepted him gratefully, shoving her ass back against him. He began fucking her, drilling his cock back and forth in her cunt.
He had barely started, barely got his rhythm going, when there were loud footsteps on the porch outside. There were heavy thumping sounds, as if bags were being dropped. There was loud laughter. Then the door burst open and two big brawny men stood smiling at them. Tammy couldn't believe her eyes.
Chapter Nine
"Hey, you two, come on in! I didn't expect you till later. But come on over and meet young Tammy." Robertson spoke as if he'd just been interrupted at dinner. He didn't even stop fucking her, but kept up a regular, even rhythm that sent his cock deep into her soggy cunt.
"So you persuaded her to come on up," one of the men said. "Say, she's much prettier than I thought she'd be. You always did like cute little ones, Robbie."
He strode confidently into the room, and the other man came in behind him, dropping a bag to the floor. They closed the door behind them, pulled off their coats, then came over to the bed without any embarrassment. They both kept on smiling and gazing down at the fucking couple.
"Tammy, this is Dan and that's Henry," Robertson said, making the introductions as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. "They're going to be spending the night with us here. I was going to tell you. It slipped my mind in all the excitement."
"Hi, Tammy, pleased to meet you," Dan said. And he actually reached out and shook her head. Henry merely smiled down at her hungrily.
Tammy found herself flushing a deep red. She couldn't believe this was happening, that she was meeting two strange men while she was fucking someone. What a wild, crazy situation. Just what was going on here? What had she gotten herself into? She thought this was going to be a romantic overnight stay with Mr. Robertson. Now it looked like he had something altogether different in mind.
"I hope you don't mind me inviting Dan and Henry along," Robertson went on reasonably. His hands were on her haunches and he was moving his cock in and out of her slowly, steadily. "We get together on hunting trips up here every few weeks. We like to spend time together away from our wives, you know?"
Tammy didn't know what to say. She was totally confused. She'd never been in a situation like this before. But her blush soon faded. The whole crazy set-up was too wild to be embarrassed about, she realized. It was like some crazy wet dream. She didn't know what was expected of her. All she could do was wait and see what the men wanted to do to her.
"Yeah, we like to have a little fun," Dan put in. "We like to get away from town and really let loose, know what I mean?"
To Tammy's amazement, he began to undress, peeling off his shirt and climbing out of his pants quickly. He dropped his shorts, kicked off his sneakers, then stood before her completely naked. His cock was long and thin and flopped about between his thighs like a limp fish. He stepped toward the edge of the bed.
"Isn't this nice? Now you can suck cock while I fuck you," Robertson soothed, hooking his hands under the tight rear strap of her garter belt. "You're going to have fun, I just know it. You're going to get to know the three of us real well."
Henry was stripping down also, sitting on the edge of the armchair while he kicked off his shoes and wrestled his pants and shorts to the ground. In seconds he, too, was completely naked, and Tammy found herself gazing at a squat, thick cock that was possibly the ugliest thing she had ever seen .He stood up and came over to join Dan at the edge of the bed.
"You-you mean you want me to make it with all three of you?" she gasped. "All three of you at the same time?"
Her voice was heavy with pleasure. She had no control over it. Robertson's cock had been fucking in and out of her for several minutes now, and she was beginning to feel really good, in spite of the weird situation. She had tried to sound shocked and unbelieving, but it didn't quite come out that way. She simply sounded horny.
"Fucking right," said Robertson. "Three cocks for you all at once. Thrill of a lifetime, huh? What more could a girl ask for?"
Tammy gasped, staring fixedly at the two big cocks that dangled right in front of her face. "But all at the same time? Three guys, three cocks, all at the same time? God!"
"You'll enjoy it. Now get down to work.
Dan and Henry are getting impatient there, I can tell. Suck their cocks. Show them a good time."
Robertson continued fucking her, jerking her body forward again and again. Slowly, reluctantly, Tammy raised her hand, gripped Dan's limp cock, and jacked it up and down in her fist. She stared at it uncertainly, then dipped her head and kissed his cockhead. His prick knob immediately twitched and began to grow in her fist. It thickened in her fingers like a hose filled with water.
"That's it. That's it," Robertson coaxed, winking at Dan and Henry. "Suck them both good, now. They're both very particular."
Tammy slipped her lips over Dan's cock and began sucking it. She had to prop herself up with one arm and so she couldn't reach for Henry's cock at the same time. He approached her, himself, poking her cheek with his ugly cockhead while she sucked on Dan. After a few seconds, she lifted her mouth up off Dan's cock and let Henry slip his prick between her soft red lips.
"Yeah, that's good. Treat the boys nice. They've come a long way for this," Robertson grunted. He fucked his own cock deep into her soaking, oily cunt.
The two men held their cocks out to her, and she sucked first one, then the other, sinking her mouth down over each prickhead and farther. Henry's cock began to grow also, but it was so thick and heavy his prickshaft took longer to angle upward. Her hand shifted between them, jerking on each cock in turn.
Tammy hadn't been given much time to think about what she was doing, and for this she was glad. She was acting like a real slut, after all, fucking and sucking three men at the same time. If she felt guilty about it later, she could always tell herself they forced her to do it, rushed her into it before she had any time to resist. , She still didn't quite believe this gang-bang was happening. It really had happened very quickly. One minute she'd been pleasantly fucking Mr. Robertson, the next minute the whole room was full of cock. It was confusing. It was shocking. But she had really been too turned on already to resist. Her pussy was quivering and quaking over Mr. Robertson's cock. She really felt very good.
It was just a bit strange to be sucking two cocks as the same time, that was all. It would have been weird enough sucking one while she fucked someone else, but two, well, that was pretty kinky. And they were so different, these cocks. One was long and slender and stiff, the other fat and thick and puffy. Her mouth slid from one to the other.
"One of you guys want to fuck her?" Robertson said suddenly. "How about it? She's good and wet. Dan, get down here."
Tammy couldn't believe her ears. How could Mr. Robertson talk about her this way? So much for her romantic weekend with him. This was turning into a real fuckathon. She opened her mouth to protest, but Henry immediately shoved his fat cock between her lips. Her cheeks bulged out lewdly.
Dan backed off from her and changed places with Mr. Robertson. She felt him kneeling on the bed behind her, poking the inside of her thigh with his cockhead. He was spreading her cuntlips with his fingers, shoving his cock into her. He rammed forward and buried his long slender cock to the hilt in her sweet pussy.
"Nice huh? What do you say?" Robertson asked, slipping off the bed. He came around in front of Tammy, stood alongside Henry and shoved his cock at her face.
"I love her outfit. How did you manage to get her dressed up in a garterbelt?" Dan grunted, beginning to fuck her. He hooked his hand under the rear strap, then tugged on it.
"Easy. Real easy," Robertson said. He watched as Tammy slipped her lips off Henry's cock and sucked his own into her mouth.
"She looks like a real sleazy slut," Henry said, speaking for the first time. "She looks like she could never get enough cock."
"She can't. She fucking loves it. Look at her go.", Robertson glared down again and watched over half his huge cock disappear into Tammy's face. His prick glistened brightly.
Tammy's heart pounded at the sound of their dirty talk. Why, they were speaking about her as if she wasn't even there, as if she was just some hunk of meat for them to fill with cock. And that's really all she was to them, wasn't she? She didn't even know these guys. They certainly didn't know her. She was there for sex, and nothing more.
She should be mad, she realized. She should be angry as hell that they would treat her this way, but she wasn't. In fact, she blushed deeply at the thought that she was getting off on being used this way. She was enjoying it. It was as dirty and exciting for her as it was for them. She was using them just as they were using her. She sucked Henry's big thick cock deep into her mouth.
There was no explaining it. Her reactions to fucking were as confused as ever. It was as if with each new and weird sex experience, she learned something new about herself, something she'd never have thought possible. The last few weeks had been an education for her in every way. She'd learned so much, How could she ever stop it?
"I want to fuck her, too, I want to cram my cock up her cunt," Henry said. She was sucking Robertson again, and Robertson poked his prick about on her pretty face.
"Come on around," said Dan, "I've had enough for now, She's good and wet, like Robbie said."
"Wait," Robertson said. "Let's try something special. You can fuck her, Henry, but let's give her a proper three-way. What do you say? Let's get three cocks in her at the same time. She'll love it. Up her cunt, up her ass, and in her mouth. Let's do It."
Tammy felt her mind reeling. She couldn't be serious, it couldn't be done. Three cocks inside her at the same time? How would they do It? How could it possibly be done? Her heart pounded dully as she realized she was
Suddenly, he felt fresh cum churning in his burning balls, and Jack knew that he was about to blow. As if she knew it too, Patty titty-fucked her father faster and harder as her cunt continued to pour out its hot fuck]juiees, "Come on, Daddy! Shoot your cum! I wanna taste it!" she cried as she opened her mouth wide, waiting for her father's jizz to shoot down her throat.
His daughter's lewd words took the man over the edge and he came. A large, hot load of cum shot straight out of his twitching cum-slit and into his little girl's waiting mouth. She swallowed quickly, savoring the taste of her father's delicious jism.
More and more of the hot, thick goo pumped from Jack's cock and splashed wetly into his daughter's mouth as she continued to swallow hard and fast, not wanting to waste a single drop of the tasty cream.
There was too much of the spunk for the teenager to swallow, though, and it began to run obscenely from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and down onto her heaving tits.
Patty's cunt spasmed in a huge climax as her father continued to shoot his cum into her
The fat head of Henry's cock poked between her gaping, puffy cuntlips. There was a second's pause, while she shifted about, adjusting her position. Then she was sinking steadily, sliding down over the huge ugly bulk of the cock. His cockhead disappeared, and several inches of prickshaft. She began to groan deeply with satisfaction.
"Yeah. Oh, yeah," Henry grunted, watching his cock vanish inch by inch. When more than half his thick cockshaft had disappeared, he removed his hands from around the base. He watched her swollen pink cuntlips wrap themselves lewdly around his glistening cock as she slid down. Her cunthair was damp and curly with pre-cum juice.
"She feel good, Henry? She down all the way?" Robertson asked. He, too, was staring down between Tammy's wide-split legs. He still held her by the arm.
"Yeah. Oh, yeah," Henry growled, and he lay his head back on the bed and closed his eyes with satisfaction. All of his thick greasy cock had disappeared up Tammy's sweet young cunt.
Suddenly both men let her go, and she sagged raggedly down onto Henry, her legs scissored on either side of him. Her arms went out and she gripped his shoulders. She was leaning forward on top of him, and her big tits swayed out heavily and scraped against his chest. She was groaning softly to herself as if she was only half-awake.
Henry's cock felt like a baseball bat shoved up her cunt. She felt bloated, clogged with cock. Over the past few weeks she'd had several cocks inside her, but nothing had seemed so huge, so thick and throbbing as this. She couldn't move. She was stuck on his monster prick. The other two men could do what they liked with her, and she was helpless.
Already Robertson was behind her, squatting low, planting the hard wet head of his cock between the split cheeks of her ass. He poked his cock up and down until he found the puckered ring of her asshole, then pressed forward harshly. Tammy felt sparks fly crazily up into her belly.
"Up my ass. Up my cunt and up my ass at the same time," she murmured to herself, as if she still didn't believe any of this. "So much cock. So much fucking cock."
Robertson's cockhead was inside her asshole, and inch after inch of his hard cockmeat was following. It wasn't painful at all. It wasn't even uncomfortable. Tammy was amazed at how easily his cock fucked its way up her ass. It was as if Henry's cock up her cunt had numbed her or something.
Dan stood behind them, watching as Robertson's prick fucked into her ass. He could see Henry's cock arching up to disappear between the wet lips of her cunt. Now this second cock was descending into her asshole. Soon all Dan could see were two bloated sacs of balls, and he knew Robertson's prick was in her all the way.
"Nnnnnnn, nnn!" she bleated, throwing her head back. Now she felt really stuffed. Henry's cock had been bad enough, and now this. She could feel both cocks throbbing steadily, separated by only a thin wall of skin.
Dan was moving around in front of her, bending his legs to bring his cock in line with her face. He touched her under her chin, tilting her head to one side. Then before she could complain, he shoved his cockhead and, several inches of prick between her gaping lips. Her mouth closed automatically and her nostrils flared. She began to suck him hungrily.
"Three-way fuck. A yard of cock inside her," Robertson grunted. He began to fuck his cock in and out viciously, fucking her hard up her ass.
Chapter Ten
Tammy lost track of how long they fucked her this way. She was in a daze, and afterwards she wondered if she hadn't actually passed out for part of the time. Their cocks had twisted and bucked inside her, sliding in and out like hot greasy pistons. And she had never felt as strange in her whole life. She was clogged with cock, her every fuckhole filled up. Her body was pulled this way and that.
Eventually they did pull out of her, and for a few seconds she felt lost and empty. But it was far from over. The men simply changed positions, came at her from other angles. For what seemed like hours, she was poked with cock from every which way. Each man fucked her mouth, her cunt, her ass. They didn't let up for a second. .
From time to time she caught sight of herself in the mirror across the room, and she was shocked at what she saw. Her body was so small and fragile-looking, compared to the hairy, muscular frames of the men. And though she was tanned, she seemed pale amongst all the dark-brown limbs. She looked so odd, so out of place in among the big men and thick red cocks. She was like some delicate little doll.
Then there was her face. This shocked her more than anything because it looked so whorish, with its dark-blue eye shadow and deep red lipstick all smudged. Her eyes were droopy with lust, her blonde hair was tangled. She seemed drugged with sex, almost as if she'd become another person. She'd never looked so sluttish in her whole life.
The black garterbelt and stockings only added to the effect. She saw the snaky black garters stretch and loosen as she changed position, as she was flipped from side to side by the beefy men. The garters pulled taut along her thighs, arced up over the globes of her ass.
And always there were the cocks, three thick, reddened hunks of prickflesh that lunged into her cunt, or up her ass, or into her mouth. They scraped along her belly, poked her tits, bumped her face. They twitched in her hands and oozed strings of pre-cum juice down her arms. Their pricks seemed to get harder, longer, thicker. And they would not grow smaller till they had spurted, she knew.
Her heart did a sudden flip-flop as she thought ahead to when they exploded. They had all gotten hard for her, swelled to monster size because of her. But that wasn't the end of it. All of their cocks had to cum, to spurt out their gobs of jizz. What would happen then? How would she be able to take it all? There would be quarts of their cum. It would be too much.
The men hadn't said much for many minutes, she suddenly realized. They just grunted or swore under their breaths. They appeared to be too involved in what they were doing. It couldn't be much longer, and they'd be exploding. It could only be a matter of mouth, she grabbed the base of his huge, pulsing prick and sucked it into her mouth.
Feeling her father's huge, hard prick inside her mouth filled the young girl with such an intense excitement that she came right on the spot. As her orgasm coursed through her trembling body, she began to lick and suck the man's stiffened prick.
Jack groaned with desire and thrust his hips up, forcing more of his huge cock into her wet mouth.
"That's good, baby! Suck it haaaard!" he ordered.
Her daddy's obscene words of pleasure aroused the blonde even more. She licked all over his spongy cock-head, darting her pointy tongue into his cum-slit. She saw his big swollen sac of balls between his hairy thighs and the lewd sight turned her on even more.
Patty opened her mouth wider and gripped the rock-hard length of his prick with her full, soft mouth, and she clamped hungrily around the center of his throbbing cock-stem. She sucked hard, her cheeks suctioning in around his pulsing prick.
"Ohhhh, yeah, baby! God, I can't believe it! I can't believe how good you suck cock!
forcing her mouth over halfway down on Dan's bloated cock. She wrapped her tongue around his prickshaft and made loud sucking noises.
She removed the cock from her mouth suddenly and took a deep, deep breath. Then she was studying both cockheads together, like a couple of menacing snakes. She stared at them sleepily, moaned some more, then forced her smeared lips down over both cockheads at once. She continued moaning the whole time, her lips covered most of both prickheads. Her tongue flicked back and forth below them, "Sweet Christ!" Robertson croaked, pistoning his own cock in and out of her cunt. "What a dirty little cocksucker!"
Tammy tilted her head higher, coming at their throbbing cocks at a new angle. Both cockheads sat on her tongue and disappeared from time to time in between her sucking lips, She was doing a pretty good job of handling both cocks with her mouth. Their pricks loomed out threateningly through her fists.
"I love cocks! I fucking love them!" she gasped, her voice thick from fuck-hunger, And now she was bobbing her head back and forth, quickly sucking first one, then the second cock into her mouth. She set up a steady rhythm with her face. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Robertson groaned.
Thirty seconds passed, then a minute. Tammy stopped bobbing, clutched both cocks tight, and began rubbing their prickheads over her face. Around and around she smudged their cocks, onto her cheeks and nose and mouth. She steered them across her forehead, and alongside her nose. She clenched shut her eyes and rubbed their prickheads into the sockets.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, you sweet little slut!" Robertson grunted. He sounded a little crazy, as if the sight of her rubbing their cocks over her face was too much for him. He buried his cock deep in her quaking cunt.
Tammy looked like she was smiling. It was difficult to tell. She crammed the two cocks against her face, smudging them back and forth and up and down and around and around. The feel of them on her skin seemed to be giving her intense pleasure. She glanced up at Robertson occasionally from around a huge throbbing prick. She seemed to know she was driving him crazy.
"Cockteaser! Slut bitch cocksucker!" he yelled out suddenly. He drove his cock into her one more time.
Then all at once he quit fucking her. He jerked back, pulling his cock from her sucking cunt, and began jerking off. He held his prick up over her flat golden belly and pumped it crazily, making groaning sounds all the while deep in his throat. He gasped wildly and glared down at Tammy's cock-stuffed face.
"Gonna cum all over you, bitch. Gonna cum all over your cockteasing body," he grunted. His cock looked damn near a foot long in his jerking fist.
Tammy had her mouth full of cock again as he spoke, but she seemed to hear him clearly. Her eyes rolled down toward his pumping fist and watched him intently. Her cheek bulged with cock, the roundness of his prickhead outlined like a golfball.
"Yiiiiii!" he wailed suddenly, and his cock spat out a tracer of cum that splattered up the entire length of her body, from her cunthair to her left tit. The silver streamer crossed her golden belly, arced over her rib cage, and ended up draped around one heaving tit like a strip of white lace.
"Ungh! Oh, yes!" she gasped, tearing her mouth off the huge bulk of Dan's cock. "Shoot on me! Cum all over my belly and tits! Splatter me with jizz! Cover me in it! Grease me up with your lovely hot jism!"
Robertson's hand had continued pumping, and another long rope of cum spiralled out from his cock, this one filling up her navel with silver goo before running up her belly and between her heaving tits. It looped finally into a fat gob in the hollow of her neck, like a brooch. The cum glittered on her body brightly.
"All over my tits! And in my face! Spurt your lovely hot jism all over my face!" she begged. Her eyelids drooped with lust and her tongue flicked out anxiously, as if she hoped to catch some of Robertson's jizz in her mouth.
But he had moved to her other tit, pressed his cockhead down onto her erect nipple. There was a wet squeaking noise and three jets of cum sprang up from her tit in different directions, the one big jet split into smaller ones. More cum poured down her tit, into her cleavage. Strings of it pooled together and drooled messily down onto her rib cage and belly.
Robertson lifted his cock at last, moving it up over her open mouth. And the dregs of his cum sploshed down in heavy globs, oozing from his prick in fat silver pearls, then stretching down to snap across her mouth and face. Her tongue licked up what it could. A thick string of white hung off her lower lip.
"In her face! In her cocksucking face!" Dan yelled. And he shoved his cock within inches of her nose as his fist flew up and down. A jet of cum shot out with the force of a bullet and hit her just below her left eye.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she pealed, cum still drooling off her tongue. Her head recoiled, as if she'd been smacked.
The hot jet splintered below her eyes, sending thick silver streamers up over the bridge of her nose and across her forehead. More cum drooled down her cheek. One blast danced across her eye, clinging to her lashes thickly. Tammy shut both eyes tight, waiting for more. Her face was already splattered with thick strings of jizz.
"In my face! Spurt your jizz in my face!" she begged, waiting patiently for the next blast.
Dan had moved his cock back some. It spurted a streamer right between her eyes and into her hair. The thick silver rope hung draped across her forehead and hair like a twine of wool. It dripped off her forenead and streamed down the side of her nose.
Henry's cock had begun to spurt into her mouth. She held her lips open wide and let him shoot one, two, three hot jets of jizz onto her tongue and into her throat. Her mouth was suddenly awash with cum. It coated her tongue and squished between her teeth and gums. It clung to the roof of her mouth and dribbled down her throat.
"Cocksucker, cocksucker, cocksucker!" Dan wailed, squeezing her hand around his cock.
"Hot bitch. Hot little slut," Henry grunted. He forced her hand up and down on his cock more slowly.
Dan shot a bolt of cum across both her eyes, from one temple to the other. The jet was a long, thick one, and it fell across her face like a heavy rope. It sealed her eyes shut. Cum pooled in the sockets, matted her lashes and turned her eyelids a deep shade of purple. The jizz glistened on her skin.
He spurted yet again, across her forehead at an angle, and this too disappeared into her pretty blonde hair. Then his cock seemed to wilt rapidly, and it simply dripped heavy wads of slime down onto her eyelid and cheek. At one point a string of silver joined the bridge of her nose and his cock. It soon snapped and fell splattering across her cheek.
Now only Henry was left, and he grunted and swore as his cock fired the last of its load across her mouth. He seemed to want to keep it full, and no sooner had she gulped down a mouthful of glop than he shot off again. Jizz filled her mouth to capacity already, and the overflow poured from her lips like wax.
"In her mouth. In her cockteasing mouth," he mumbled. A thick twine of jizz spilled from his cocktip and splashed down her chin. Another fat wad followed it, dropping across her overflowing lips.
"Sonovabitch! Look at her. She's covered in cum. It's all over her," Dan wheezed. He stared down at Tammy in amazement. His cock dripped a slug of cum down her cheek.
He was right. She was completely splattered with cum from the blonde hair of her cunt to the top of her head. Silver streamers of jizz trailed up over her belly and filled her navel. Thick ribbons of jism streaked her tits and nipples and drooled into her cleavage. There was a deep pool of white in the hollow of her neck.
Her face was smothered with jizz. Loops of it draped themselves across her forehead and cheeks. Globs of it clung to her nose and eyelashes. Her eyes were sealed shut beneath a blanket of white. Her mouth, still open and gasping, was spewing cum steadily. The heavy cream made her red Hps glisten. Her tongue forced out the fluid in a thick flow.
Tammy lay there quite passively, feeling the last jets from Henry's cock splatter across her mouth. She felt peaceful, calm, relaxed, as if she'd just put some great effort into a test of some kind and had come out on top. She didn't move, she just let Henry do as he wished. She breathed in quietly through one clear nostril.
"Sonofabitch! I don't believe it, Look at the little cunt. Watch her eat cum, She fucking loves it. Watch her swallow," Dan spoke about Tammy as if she wasn't there, as if he was watching her In some wild movie, "In her mouth, In her cocksucking mouth," Henry groaned, A last loop of cum spiralled down from his cock and snapped across her face. He missed her mouth this time and splattered her left eye instead, Tammy found herself thinking about Scott Berry and her motorcycle date with him out in the country. Of all the guys she'd fucked or sucked the past little while, he was the only one around her own age. All the rest were older trembling asshole.
"Ohhhh, yessss!" Kitty howled as she felt the first hot blast of her daddy's cum shooting into her little asshole. And she began to come too.
"Yessss, I'm coming too, Daddy! Gimme all your cum! I want it all! I need it all!" she cried insanely as shudder after shudder of orgasmic ecstasy pulsed through her hot, feverish body.
Thick, gooey hot jism blasted from his jerking cock into his little girl's asshole, making it burn and quiver, and still the teenager begged him for more, "More! Gimme more! More cum!" Kitty cried.
The peak of her own orgasm smashed through her, filling her pussy with hot cunt-juice, which trickled into her asshole to mingle with her daddy's jizz and run on down her trembling legs.
"Ohhhh, you two are so sexy ... you look so great . . . ahhh, I'm gonna come too!" Patty yelled as, still finger-fucking herself, her entire body flew into an orgasmic fit, Jack slipped his softening cock out of Kitty's asshole, and they both turned to watch the idea. Maybe he could learn to like her as a person. After all, she did have a while left in school yet. She couldn't continue just fucking older men.
Tammy had gone about as far as she could go with these older guys, after all. She'd just been gangbanged by three of them, she'd just fucked and sucked three older men at the same time and let them splatter her with cum. What more could she do with them? She'd enjoyed it. It had been a wild and dirty thrill. She might like to try it again sometime. But there was that other life to consider.
The men continued to swear and laugh around her but she barely listened to them. She was thinking of Scott, and how she'd approach him, and what she'd say. He might not want to see her. He may not even want to talk to her. But that didn't matter. There were other interesting guys in school, lots of them. And now she had the confidence to approach any of them. She was a new person.
Yes, she'd come to a decision. She wasn't going to give up her fun teenaged years without trying all the things girls her age were supposed to try. She might fuck and suck older men, but there was no reason she couldn't make it with boys her own age as well. She was experienced now. She was confident. But she still had some fun to catch up on in school.
"Look at the bitch. Look at her eat it," Dan growled.
Tammy was snapped from her daydream. The cum had stopped splattering across her skin. The men were finished. But they were still obviously getting off on looking at her cum-drenched face and body. She moved slightly, shifting her weight on the bed. She felt the cum roll and quiver on her tits and belly, on her face.
Her mouth was still full of jism. Her tongue was heavy with it. She pursed her lips, moved her head, and forced the thick pool of cum up and out. The silver fluid overflowed her mouth, dribbling and drooling down her upturned cheeks. It glittered on her skin like paint. It rolled down her jaw line and onto her neck.
"Look at the slut. She loves it," Robertson said. It was his first comment for some time, and his voice sounded strained and tired.
Tammy spewed out more and more cum, propelling it up and out with her tongue. She was shocking the men, she knew, and she liked the idea. It was what they wanted, after all. They'd come here for a wild sex show, and that was what she'd give them. The jizz hung off her tongue thickly and ran streaming down her chin.
She shifted some more and brought her hands down to her belly. With slow, deliberate movements, she began to rub the spilled cum into her skin. Her fingers webbed with goo, she massaged her belly, spreading the cum around like lotion. She smudged it every which way, making her belly gleam. Not an inch of skin was left dry.
She heard the men gasp and groan, and a thrill went through her. As tired as she was, she still enjoyed teasing them. She rubbed some more, forced the cum down through her crotch hair. Her blonde pussy hair was soon matted and heavy with cream.
Tammy brought her hands up to her tits, cupped them, and smeared the strings of cum there into a smooth glistening sheen. She tweaked her nipples, making sure that they were wet and gleaming with jizz. Then she rubbed every inch of her lush tits, painting the full globes with the cock-cream. Her tits shone brightly, completely covered with cum.
"I don't believe it. Look at the little cunt," someone grunted.
Tammy ignored him. She raised her hands to her face and began smoothing the ribbons of cum there into her skin. Her fingers moved in light circles on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. She was bathing her face in jizz, making it shine as if she was wearing a weird liquid mask. Cum drooled through her fingers like glue.
She thought again of Scott Berry, and of school, and of all the fun times ahead-and she smiled. Under all the thick wads of cum, her mouth curled up and smiled. The men gasped and swore and groaned. Tammy's lips opened. She dipped her fingers into her mouth, and one at a time, she began licking them. The cum slipped off her fingers and over her tongue.
