Every society is marked by an adolescent stage -growing up period. A time when each young member feels he" or she is more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment the young person rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more apparent than in an open society like ours.
Pamela Williams' story is that of a young girl growing up in her own special way: Breaking the moral code she has believed in -flaunting her body in open rebellion -reveling in any wanton new experience. Indeed, she makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard. But the truth is that this girl is searching for meaning in her life, for love and affection, not just the pleasures of the flesh.
The babysitter's bedtime games - the story of a young girl's struggle to find her self, and the experiences that carry her over the threshold into young adulthood and eventual happiness. A timely story for our restless society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Pamela's pussy got wet every time she was around Mr. Phelps. She thought Mr. Phelps was the sexiest man she'd ever known. He was so lean and dark and handsome, and he had a mustache that curled down around the corners of his mouth. None of the boys her age could grow a mustache like that. Most of them had no facial hair at all. Mr. Phelps was a hundred times sexier than they were. Every time she was near him, she got goose bumps all over.
But he never seemed to notice Pamela Williams. Not really. He would pay her, after she'd babysat for him and his wife. He would lead her out to his car and drive her home. But he barely said a word to her. He never seemed to notice what she was wearing, or that she'd made her face up especially for him. He was always so quiet and serious.
Pamela had a theory about him. She figured he was serious because he was unhappy in his marriage. She had no real facts to bear this out, but she liked to think it anyway. His wife probably didn't understand him. She would be too preoccupied with their baby son. The poor guy probably never had any fun.
At least once a week Pamela babysat at the Phelps' house, and each time she'd try her best to attract his attention. She tried different shades of lipstick and eye shadow. She had her blonde hair done up in sexy corkscrew curls. She'd even taken to wearing short dresses and leaving buttons open down the front of her blouse. Still, she got no reaction.
Finally, in desperation, she quit wearing her bra. This was quite a step for her because she was a bit self conscious about the size of her tits. They'd filled out so the last few months. There just seemed no stopping them. Her tits pushed out her clothes in rich, lush mounds. And the nipples stuck out so high and hard.
Packed inside a tight T-shirt, without the ex-tra covering of a bra, her tits were really obscene. It was as if she were naked from the waist up. And her big tits had the desired effect on Mr. Phelps. She'd kept her wind-breaker wrapped around her in the house, as she'd said goodnight to his wife.
Now, in the darkness of the car, she let it fall open. She leaned back lazily against the seat.
"Sweet Christ," he murmured as he climbed into the driver's seat. His eyes lingered on the erect stubs of her nipples. He glanced at her face uncertainly.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked, her voice all innocence. She shifted slightly in her seat and her tits wobbled a little to the left. Her T shirt had come loose from her jeans and a golden sliver of flat brown belly flashed into view.
He had backed the car from the driveway and was easing along the dark avenue. "I was just noticing how much you've filled out the past few months. How big are those things anyway?"
"Perfect, just perfect. You must have boyfriends falling allover you, huh?"
Pamela giggled. She didn't know what to say. This was the first time he'd said anything more than hello or goodnight to her. He really must be impressed with her tits.
"You let the boys play with them?" he went on, nodding at her heaving tits. "You let the boys have a little suck?"
Again Pamela blushed, and she became aware for the first time that Mr. Phelps was a little drunk. It wasn't like him to talk this way. But she didn't really mind. At least, he was saying something. And he was gazing over at her fondly every few seconds and smiling. She began to wish the ride to her house wasn't so short. What would happen, she wondered, if they just drove on and on and on?
"Well, do you?" he continued, winking at her.
"Sometimes," she lied. Actually, she'd never let a boy play with her tits, much less suck them. But somehow she didn't want to admit this to Mr. Phelps. She didn't want to come across as some inexperienced little girl. She wanted to continue impressing him.
"Wow, I bet they're quite a mouthful. How does it feel, when boys are sucking on them?"
Pamela wondered if he were making fun of her. Again, she wasn't sure how to respond. Finally she murmured: "Nice. It feels real nice."
They drove past the turnoff for her street, and she was about to tell him. But at the last second she decided not to say anything. She wondered if he'd missed it on purpose. Her heart began to pound softly in her chest. She shifted a little nervously in her seat.
"Ever let any of your boyfriends fuck your tits?" he asked, leering at her.
"How... how do you mean?" she mut-tered, genuinely curious.
Fuck her tits? Whatever was he talking about?
"You know. You let a guy sit on you and shove his cock between your tits. Then he fucks it back and forth till he shoots. Have you never done that?"
Pamela shook her head and gulped. There was no point in lying about this. Her amazed expression gave her away. Not only had she never done such a thing, she'd never even thought about it. It had never occurred to her that people did such things.
Mr. Phelps was pulling the car over to the side of the road. They were on a deserted street. There wasn't another car or even a house to be seen. A distant street lamp threw a weird silvery light through the windshield. Pamela knew what was going to happen even before Mr. Phelps made a move. Her heart pounded more and more loudly in her chest. She wondered if he could hear it.
He was kissing her, and she didn't resist.
Her head rolled back against the car seat and she felt his tongue probing about in her mouth. It was so different from the times at the drive-ins with inexperienced boys. Mr. Phelps was taking charge, and he knew exactly what he was doing. She felt a thrilling quiver go through her body as he held her.
Then, for the first time in her life, she felt a male hand on her tit. He was squeezing gently but solidly into her tit flesh, testing the firm-ness of her ripe tit. He was rolling her tit around, massaging it, pressing it back and in on itself. His thumb came up and tweaked her nipple.
She didn't know what to do. Should she resist? Should she struggle and try to scream? But what for? It felt so good. His hand on her tit was sending sparks through her. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to go on and on and on. She wanted him to feel her up some more. She curled her tongue around his and let him probe deep in her mouth.
"Say, these are for real, aren't they?" he gasped, pulling his mouth off hers. His hand moved over to her other tit and he repeated his mauling, massaging motions. He concentrated on her nipple, rubbing and teasing it till it stuck up through her T-shirt like a bullet.
She stared down at her chest, amazed at how much it heaved with her breathing. Her T-shirt had ridden higher over her belly, and her navel was now clearly visible.
"Why don't we take this off and let them breathe a bit?" he grunted.
He was suddenly grappling with her wind-breaker, pulling her arm from it, forcing it off her shoulders. Then he grabbed her T-shirt and hauled it up over her head before she had a chance to protest. Her glorious young tits wobbled free. They seemed to quiver with life.
"Mr. Phelps, I don't think I should let you... do this," she mumbled. It wasn't a protest. She was just stating a fact. Her voice was low and indistinct, as if she were commenting on the action from the back seat and this wasn't happening to her at all.
He lowered his head. His tongue poked out, flicked one erect nipple gently. Then he sank his mouth down over her the entire end of her tit. He drew the nipple into his lips and sucked hungrily, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. He tugged the nipple up off its surrounding ring of pussy flesh.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh my!" she cooed, her head rolling back against the car seat. She'd never felt anything so wonderful in her whole life.
He sucked and slobbered on one nipple, and then suddenly spat it out and began kissing and licking his way over to the other one. He seemed to want to make as big a mess as he could on her tits, and soon both heaving tit -mounds were gleaming wet. The just freed nipple angled upward like a glazed thumb tip.
He sank his mouth onto the second nipple, drew it up between his teeth and teased it. He sucked on it hungrily, making loud wet slurping sounds against her tit. She moaned and whimpered and her chest heaved. She found herself cradling his head in her hands tenderly, holding him there against her lolling tit.
"Baby, you got one great set of tits here," he wheezed at last, lifting his mouth off her nipple just high enough so that he could flick it and tease it with his tongue. "I haven't seen nipples this hard and stiff and long in years. Fucking things could poke an eye out!"
Pamela felt a thrill go through her, not just because of what he said, but because of the way he said it. No one had ever used language like this around her before. She'd overheard the occasional four-letter word, of course, but she'd never been spoken to like this. Tits and fuck and cock these were all thrilling words for her when spoken by an adult.
"Is your cunt just as nice? Is your sweet lit-tle pussy just as pretty?" he went on. And now he was kissing and licking his way off her tits and over her rib cage. He slurped down onto the lovely flat sweep of her belly.
"Mr. Phelps... I don't think... you shouldn't... I shouldn't let you," she mumbled, the words cunt and pussy still ringing in her ears. Her hands still cradled his head tenderly. She wasn't trying to stop him at all.
"What have we here? What's this?" he teased. His fingers had found the stud of her jeans and he was unsnapping it. Then he grip-ped the tab of her fly and pulled it down.
"Mr. Phelps... please... I don't think... " His head had lowered again and he was poking his tongue into her navel, tickling her there. At the same time, his hands were tugging on her tight jeans, easing them off her hips and down her thighs. He soon had them down past her knees and was untangling them from around one foot. He raised his head and winked at her, then stared down into her crotch.
All that was protecting her pussy now was a pair of lacy white panties. She had a sudden urge to shove a hand down into her crotch for protection. She resisted the urge. What would he think of her? He'd think she was some kind of cock tease or something.
"Pretty panties. Such pretty panties," he murmured, gazing at the brief triangle of lace that covered her cunt. His fingers were already hooking into the slender lace strings that looped up over her hips.
His head lowered, and to her utter amaze-ment he planted his mouth firmly and fully on the covered mound of her pussy. He was kissing her cunt through her panties, licking her pussy, making sure that the flimsy crotch covering was wet and soggy and clinging. She could feel his tongue through the sheet material. It sent shivers up and down her spine.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh my!" she crooned, her eyelids fluttering. It was the weirdest sensation she had ever experienced.
She was almost lying across the seat now, and he was leaning low over her, between her legs. He would lick and kiss her through her panties and then raise his head to examine her cunt mound. The outline of her hairy pussy was clearly visible now through the wet material. Her panties clung to her like a second skin.
"Time to taste the real thing. Time to eat a little bit of real pussy," he grinned. And sud-denly his fingers were tugging downward, hauling the soggy pants off her crotch. He watched as the brown of her belly gave way to a paler strip of skin. Then a slice of blonde pussy hair peeked into the open.
"Mr. Phelps... I don't think... Ooooh!" she gasped, as if she figured a final attempt at protest was necessary. But at the same time, she was raising her ass, making it easier for him to take off her panties. Her tits jiggled and rolled on her chest.
The fleecy triangle of her cunt inched into view, and then the panties were down around her thighs. He kept on pulling till he had them past her knees and free of one foot, like her jeans. Then he leaned forward again, planted his fingertips on the puffy lips of her cunt. He pulled her cuntlips apart gently, and the bright pink flesh of her inner cunt winked at him.
Pamela stared down between the twin mounds of her tits at his face. She wondered if he really meant to kiss her bare pussy. Her heart pounded dully and her belly rose and fell. She was naked in front of a man for the first time, and she was fascinated over what he would do next. She couldn't take her eyes off him.
"What a sweet little cunt."
He slobbered, burying his face between her legs. His mouth was on her cunt, planted against it like some weird sucking creature. He was gnawing at her, sucking her cunt flesh and licking her. His tongue was probing inside her pussy, swishing from side to side, exploring everywhere.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Phelps! Oh my God!" she whimpered. She split her legs apart; spread them as wide as they would go.
He sucked and gnawed and licked at her pussy. He pried her cuntlips apart with his fingers and fucked his tongue deeper inside her cunt, then he backed off and circled his tongue around her outer cuntlips. His mouth made lewd slobbering sounds.
A warm sticky juice began dribbling from deep inside her cunt. It oiled her cuntlips up good and greased his face. And now her hips were swiveling from side to side. Her ass was humping up and down on the car seat in a steady fucking motion. She whimpered and groaned. She grew louder and louder by the minute.
He found her clit with his tongue and she went wild. Around and around she writhed, as if she had to get away from his crazy mouth. Her groans grew louder, and for a second or two he thought she was going to scream. Her belly rippled up and down, her tits heaved. She had one heel dug into the car seat and was squirming this way and that.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she gasped, her mind reeling. Wild melting sensations were rolling through her. She couldn't stop them.
He clung to her, his mouth locked on her gaping young cunt. He tickled and licked her clit, refusing to let go. And he kept this up for what seemed like several minutes while she writhed and wriggled about, helpless with lust. Only when she actually began to sound as though she might be in pain did he stop. And then he kissed and licked around her outer cuntlips more gently.
She jerked and heaved. Her ass still twisted about on the car seat. But eventually she set-tled down. And her cries and whimpers became gentle groans of satisfaction.
She had cum.
She'd just had her first climax. And now she growled contentedly, like a young animal after a meal. She stared down at him, her face slick with sweat.
"You like that? You like having your cunt eaten?" He leered up at her. His mouth and chin were greasy with slime.
"Ooooooo... " Was all she could manage. "Well that's good, because now I want you to do something for me. My balls are really churning after all this. My cock feels like it's going to go off. Think you could jerk me off, at least? Think you could grab hold of my cock and pump me till I'm raw?"
CHAPTER TWO
"You mean pull on your... thing?"
Pamela gasped. She was still breathing heavily from her climax.
"My cock. Say it. I want you to pull on my cock."
Pamela flushed prettily. "Cock... cock, cock, cock," she murmured. She felt wicked and sexy using the word.
"I want you to jerk me off. Surely you've jerked guys off before. What about all those horny boyfriends of yours?"
"Of course I have," she lied. "Of course I've jerked guys off. I'm not a little girl, you know."
"Here, pull it out. Open up my pants and take my cock out," he instructed. He moved up higher on the seat and thrust his crotch out toward her. He watched her closely.
Hesitantly, she reached up and found his fly with her fingers. She tugged down and the sound of his zipper seemed loud in her ears, like a warning shot. But she pressed on, grap-pling with his pants, opening them, folding them back, tugging his shirt up out of the way. She was confronted with a bulging pair of pale blue shorts.
"Pull the shorts down," he urged. "I want my cock and balls free so you can play with them properly."
Again Pamela flushed. Which was silly, she realized. He had her naked already. He'd sucked her tits, eaten her pussy, made her cum in a spine tingling climax. Why was she acting all shy and flustered again? Was it because this was to be her first real encounter with an adult cock and balls? She slipped her fingers inside the elastic of his shorts and pulled down.
He lifted his ass obligingly, and helped her haul his shorts down. He watched her face as she stared into his crotch. Her blue eyes were wide and excited, and she had her tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth.
His cock was thick but stilI soft and curving, and it stayed buried in his shorts till the last second. She watched inch after inch of dark crotch hair come into view, but still no cock. Finally, when she had his shorts pulled partially onto his thighs, his big puffy prick flopped free. His cock flexed and rolled across his belly like a log.
"Like it? Like the size of it?" he asked, noting how her eyes widened as she watched his cock roll about. "It's all ready for that sweet little hand of yours, baby."
"It's so big! I can't believe how big it is!" she marveled. She had hauled his shorts and pants midway down his thighs now, and there she left them for the time being. She stared wide eyed at his thick cock.
"Take hold of my cock. Feel how big it is.
Squeeze it," he instructed, trying to keep his voice steady.
He was determined not to rush her. He wanted to lead her through this slowly, have her do things to him at her own speed. It gave him a special kind of thrill to remain as passive as he could for the time being.
Pamela's hand moved down slowly, and her fingers scooped below his cock as it lay across his belly. She raised his cock and then closed her fingers around it gently. She cranked his prick upright and then tilted it from side to side, as if to examine it in different light, from different angles.
"It's so heavy! So thick and... spongy!" Her fingers were cradling his cock gently, and as she leaned closer to study it the outer layer of skin slid up over the solid inner cockshaft. A puckered circle of foreskin bunched up over the cockhead, like a loose little mouth.
Pamela's eyes locked to the cockhead and she stared at it, fascinated. She held the cock upright, her fingers curled around the cockshaft midway up. She leaned in closer, not wanting to miss anything. Again her hand shifted slightly, this time downward. The bunched up foreskin peeled back and opened. The great purple dome of his cockhead slid into view.
"Look at that! My God! Look at that!" she pealed, glancing up into Phelp's face. She sounded like a kid with a new toy.
Her hand forced the outer layer of cock skin down as far as it would go, until the slit in his cockhead was winking at her. Then she ran her fist back up and she repeated the process, her eyes wide with amazement. Her movements were gentle and slow, and he gave a little moan of pleasure. "That's it. Up and down like that. Do it a little faster now. Yeah, that's nice." His voice was a little tense already. The sound of it sur-prised him.
"Am I hurting you? Am I doing it right?" she wondered, forgetting for the moment that she had claimed to be an expert. Her fist was jacking up and down with slow, sexy move-ments. His foreskin was snapping back and forth easily.
"That's perfect. Just a little faster. And squeeze a bit harder. That's it. Ooooh, yes!"
Her fist tightened ever so slightly on his prick and pumped up and down with quicker jerks. She looked from his cock to his face to his cock again, anxious to do it right, to make him feel good. She sat up higher in her seat to make the pumping easier. Her big tits shifted slightly, the stiff nipples throwing shadows across her belly.
"It's growing! It's getting bigger!" she said.
"I can feel it! I can feel it swelling up in my hand! It's getting harder!"
Phelps had to give her high marks for enthusiasm. She was really getting into things, pumping his prick with vigor, her eyes glued to his swelling cock. He wished for a moment that he had her in bed, in a motel somewhere. He wanted to do so much with her, to her. Certain things were impossible in the front seat of a car.
"It's because you're so good. That's why it's getting so hard. You really know what you're doing." He grinned at her, winked, then let his head rest against the back of the seat. He felt a distinct twitching in his balls and he hoped it didn't mean he was ready for cumming already.
Pamela beamed with pleasure. He obviously meant what he said. She was making him feel good. And he was an experienced older man. There was no telling how many women he had had in the past, not counting his wife. She felt a sudden thrilling surge of confidence go through her. Why hadn't she tried sex before? Why had she waited so long?
Up and down on his cock her fist flew, and now she had his cock in an even tighter grip and she was jacking with fast, short movements. His cock had grown to a bloated nine inch hunk of cockmeat that jutted up through her hand like a weapon. The prickhead had turned a dark shade of purple. Under her fingers, she could feel a thick vein throbbing.
Suddenly his hand was on hers and he was slowing her down, almost stopping her com-pletely. He stared down at his cock with a strange, distracted look. Then he gazed into her pretty young face and smiled tensely. When he spoke, his voice had an odd ring to it.
"Let's... slow it down for a while. I don't want this to be over quite yet. Go real slow. And feel my balls with your other hand. Tickle them for me."
Pamela glanced at him uncertainly, but did as she was told. With one hand, she stroked his cock slowly. With the other, she reached up and touched the strange loose pouch of his balls. She was amazed at how dry the weird pouch was, and how the balls shifted and rolled about inside like a couple of eggs. She heard him groan as she traced her fingertips along the seam of his ball-sac.
"Am I hurting you? Are your balls tender?"
"Nnnnnn... no. I'm okay. Don't stop.
Keep playing with them," he wheezed. His eyes were closed now and his head rolled back and forth against the seat.
She did as instructed, touching his balls with her fingertips, poking them gently this way and that in their pouch. She was just as fascinated with this as she had been with his cock earlier, and she leaned in close to get a good look at his bloated balls. The entire pouch was covered in tiny hairs, she noticed, and the skin was wrinkled, as if it had been in water too long.
"Sweet Christ," he murmured his voice thick. His cock had grown steel hard in her fist and it throbbed dangerously. The skin of his ball pouch stretched and loosened under her teasing fingers.
"You're so hard! Your cock's so big and stiff!" she whispered.
She was imagining suddenly what it would feel like to have such a monster cock shoved up her pussy. Would it hurt? Would it split her in half? His cock was just so huge and monstrous ugly. She just couldn't imagine the whole thing fucking back and forth inside her little pussy.
He was groaning loudly now, almost as if in pain. And suddenly he lifted his head off the back of the seat and stared at her again. He glanced down at her tits, watched them swing and sway in front of her as she reached into his crotch. The nipples were long and stiff and dark in the dim light.
"Will you do something else for me?" he croaked. "Will you rub my cock into your tits? I want to feel them. I want to feel your hard nipples with my prick."
Pamela gazed at him and her mouth fell open. She thought over what he had said for a moment, wondering if she'd heard right. She knew she had. And it didn't really surprise her, somehow, this new and strange request. It seemed to fit in with what had gone before. It seemed perfectly natural and not really kinky or obscene at all.
There was just no telling what turned men on that was what it amounted to. When it came to sex, some of the craziest stuff seemed to get them most excited. At least, that was what she was experiencing here, and she had a feeling Mr. Phelps wasn't too much different from most men.
She leaned in closer to him, tilted his cock toward her with her fingers. She poked her lush tit flesh with his cockhead, just to the left of her stiff nipple. She circled the cock around, steered it this way and that on her plush tit. Then she pressed her nipple directly with his prick and nudged it from side to side.
She watched his face, aware for the first time of just how much power she suddenly had over him. Another surge of confidence ran through her. He was a responsible adult male, in his thirties, with a family and a high paying job. And here she was controlling him, in a way, steering his cock about on her tit and driving him out of his mind. What if she refused to do anymore? Boy, what would he do then?
"Oh, yeah. Such great tits," he mumbled, watching as his cockhead pressed her other nipple in on itself like an elevator button. Then she was directing his prick around and around on the puffy pink flesh surrounding her stiff nipple.
"Does it feel nice? Does your cock feel good against my titties?" she purred. She had to press the cock down to poke her tit properly. She could feel the power in his fucker. It wanted to recoil and snap back against his belly.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!" Again his head rolled back against the car seat.
Pamela was moving his cock from one tit to the other. She had the cockshaft clutched in her fist midway between her two nipples. Suddenly, his cocktip opened and a fat pearl of pre-cum juice oozed free. It hung there a second, perched on the end of his cock. Then, very slowly, the pre-cum drooled down, stretching like a long glittering strand of elastic. She watched it, fascinated.
"Your cock's oozing stuff. It's leaking.
Look!" she breathed her eyes wide.
The slimy string stretched farther and far-ther and finally snapped across her tight tit, leaving a snail trail of cock juice draped just to the left of her nipple. A pearl of pre-cum still hung from his cocktip.
"I guess it's time. I guess I can't wait any longer," he grunted. "Jerk me off again. Jerk me off all over your sweet tits."
Pamela stared at him, not quite understanding. But she had no time to think. His hips were suddenly plowing back and forth, and he was fucking his hard cock in and out through the cradle of her fingers. He was angling his body over toward her, fucking her fist. The outer skin of his cock, caught in her hand, slid rapidly up and down.
She was shocked at the sudden wild surging of his body and she brought up her free hand, wrapped it around his cock so that she was clutching it with both fists, like a baseball bat.
She pumped her hands up and down rapidly, held on tightly to his prick. She stared at his face, then his cockhead, then his face again. Suddenly she didn't feel in control anymore. Something wild had taken over.
A thick rope of white jism spiraled up into the air in front of her. She stared at the flying cum, amazed, as it seemed to stay frozen there for over a second. Then she followed its downward path as it splattered across both her heaving tits. The cum hooked itself across her tits like a piece of sticky twine, then slithered and slopped into her cleavage and down onto her belly.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he was grunting, driving his cock violently through the grip of her fingers. He was leaning closer to her, heaving his body toward her.
Another beautiful spiral of silver cum sprang from his prick and danced into the air. And suddenly Pamela realized that this was his cum that she was watching. He was cumming, jetting up wad after wad of creamy cock juice. And he was firing his cum load up and over her as if he wanted to get as much jizz on her as possible.
She stared in amazement as this second rope of cum went slithering over her left tit and across her collar bone. She watched the mess drool and drip down over her tit and soil her nipple before draining into her cleavage. The cum draped itself over her tit like a pearl necklace. It left her skin glittering with strings of white.
He, had stopped humping suddenly, and she found herself yanking and pulling on his cock as she had done earlier. She was jacking him off for all she was worth and she couldn't stop. She didn't even care that he was spraying her tits with cum. This was all so strange and exciting! She didn't want it to end.
She pulled on his cock as if she wanted to tear it up by the roots and another great blast of jizz burst free. This cum hit her unsoiled nipple directly and then went bouncing down her rib cage and belly like mercury, not stop-ping till it had curled into the tufted mound of her crotch hair. It left a bright silver line down the entire length of her golden body.
"Pull on it! Jerk me off! Pump my jizz all over your sweet young tits!" he croaked. He glared at her wildly.
He angled his body down in a sudden move-ment and the next blast of jism went splattering diagonally across her from cunt hair to tit. The spunk hung in her pussy hair like jelly.
The rest of the cum slithered up over her navel and under the slope of her tit. It gleamed in the pale light like paint.
Then he was folding his hand over hers in a final effort to milk his balls dry. He aimed down, and a fat jet of jizz shot through her pussy hair and onto the gaping pink flesh of her cunt. It dribbled and drooled over her cunt flesh like cream, making the sweet young girl's skin gleam. Her cunt hair was sodden and mat-ted with jizz.
"All over me. All over me," she muttered dazedly. And she watched as a last jet of spunk fired off through her cunt hair. It felt warm and gooey against her clit.
He let go of his cock at last and let her pump his prick to limpness, watching as the thick silver dregs poured out over her fingers and wrist. And then he sank back against the car seat and stared at her, admiring the mess he'd made over her fresh golden skin. He watched the spunk drip from her tits and roll down her cleavage. He watched it shimmer on her belly.
"Rub it into your skin. Massage it deep," he instructed her, like a teacher offering a student a final word of advice. He couldn't take his eyes off her splattered body.
Pamela didn't think twice. She let his cock flop against his belly. Then with both hands she began smearing his cock cream over her belly and rib cage, into her tits. She cupped the tits and daubed them with cum. The nipples soon shone brightly. Her fingers fluffed through her soggy cunt hair and shoved more jizz down over her cuntlips.
CHAPTER THREE
Afterward, it was hard for Pamela to believe what had happened between her and Mr. Phelps. It was as if she'd dreamed the whole thing. How could she have gone so far with him so fast? It was amazing. She'd always been so shy when it came to sex. She'd never done much with the boys she knew nothing beyond a little French kissing.
And now she'd been naked with a man. She had let him see her tits, her pussy, everything.
She'd let him suck her tits, kiss her, eat her cunt out. Then she'd seen his cock, played with it, jerked it and pumped on his prick till it had exploded, spraying her with hot juicy jism. She'd done all this with a guy she barely knew, someone who'd only spoken half a dozen words to her. And he was a married man, at least fifteen years older than she was.
It had all happened so fast. She didn't have time to think about what she was doing. Her feelings had run away with her. But was that such a bad thing? For several days, she couldn't stop blushing whenever she thought back on the wild session in the front of Phelps car. But then she began to look at it differ-ently. It was only sex, after all, wasn't it?
And they hadn't even fucked. She'd used her hands on his cock, as he told her to do, and she'd rubbed his prick into her tits and everything. But he hadn't fucked her. He hadn't shot off his huge load of cum in her cunt. It had all been pretty innocent, really. She was still a virgin..
Pamela should have been happy about that, she realized. But as time passed, she grew curious about what it would have been like. What would that big thick cock have felt like fucking back and forth in her pussy? It gave her tingles in her crotch just to think about it.
For the better part of a week she lived in a dither, jumping every time the phone rang. She was sure the Phelps family would call her to babysit again soon. And when they did, Mr. Phelps would try to fuck her, she was certain. The idea scared her and thrilled her at the same time.
But they didn't call.
After ten days, she was so restless she could hardly stand it. It was as though someone had opened a door for her on a new and exciting and adult life only to shut it again right away. She felt cheated. She felt as though she had to try sex again or burst.
On Friday evening she was over at a friend's house, playing pool. She and Frankie had known each other since they were kids. They lived in the same block. He was around her age, and he seemed to enjoy her company more than that of boys his age. They had the same taste in music, for one thing, and she was the only person he knew who could beat him at his own game, pool.
He'd never made a pass at her. They'd never even kissed. But before they'd been playing pool more than half an hour Pamela suddenly knew she wanted him to fuck her. She didn't find him all that sexy. She still thought of him as a friend. But she needed to feel another cock.
The pool table was in the basement of Frankie's parents' house, and she circled it slowly, pocketing balls without effort as she figured out how to approach the subject. She glanced at him from time to time, but he was busy chalking his cue or fiddling with the stereo. He didn't notice how she dragged her tits across the table on purpose.
"Frankie, have you ever, you know, done it with a girl?" she asked at last. She drove a ball expertly into a corner pocket.
"Done it?" Frankie repeated, a bit stupidly.
He stood to one side, holding his cue up at an angle.
, 'Fucked. You know. Have you ever fucked a girl?" She came around the table and stood directly in front of him. She stared right into his face.
Frankie gulped a little. "Sure. Sure I've fucked girls. Lots of times. Shit, I've fucked more girls than I can count."
Pamela smiled. "Would you like to fuck me? I know we've been friends for a long time and everything, but I'd really like you to."
Frankie stared at her. He had been chomping on a wad of gum but now he chewed very slowly and thoughtfully. He was trying to figure out if she was just putting him on. But he'd known her long enough to realize she wasn't. A sense of humor was not part of Pamela's character.
"Where? When?" he said. His eyes dropped to the lush tits that were bulging out her sweater.
"Right here. Right now. Let's do it." She sat on the edge of the pool table and began raising her skirt for him.
"Are you crazy? My parents are upstairs. One of them might come down here any minute. Jesus, Pam!"
"They never come down here. In all the years I've been coming over here, they've never come down to the basement. They trust us. They know we're just friends."
To his amazement, she was laying back across the pool table, scattering the balls this way and that. She hooked her fingers into her panties, forced them down her legs and past her knees. Then she tossed them at him and he was forced to snatch them out of the air like a floating handkerchief. He dropped his cue, stepped toward her. He held out the panties and tried to haul her upright on the pool table.
"Pam this is crazy. We can't do anything here."
As he gripped her arm and drew her up toward him she reached into his crotch and squeezed his balls. Then her fingers were run-ning up and down the length of his cock bulge.
"What's the matter? Scared? You scared to do it?" she grinned. Her hand was rubbing up and down on his cock expertly. She could feel his cock swelling.
"I'm not scared, but this is... crazy!" he gasped. He gripped her shoulders with both hands, but he couldn't move her from the table.
Her fingers were suddenly at his fly, and she was tugging it down, forcing his jeans down off his hips. He reached for his pants, tried to keep them up, but they slid quickly down around his thighs. By this time she had caught hold of his shorts and shoved these down, too. She grabbed his swelling cock and squeezed it. Her free hand scooped below and cupped his dangling balls.
"Pam! Jesus! Ohhhh!" he gasped. One hand gripped her shoulder and the other held up his pants and shorts at mid-thigh. He gazed down helplessly and watched his cock swell up in her hand.
With a quick smile at him, she began jacking on his cock, priming it with sure and even tugs of her fist. His prick was inflating rapidly, angling up from his crotch and throbbing in her hand. She tickled and teased his balls with her fingers, just as she'd learned to do with Mr. Phelps.
"How does it feel? Does it feel nice?" she asked. Her fist made regular flapping sounds on his cock.
He whimpered slightly. He seemed frozen in position. He held his pants up for maybe another minute, then let them sag and slip down his legs. He couldn't take his eyes off his cock. It was looming up higher and higher in her fist. She had to adjust her grip on his fucker every few seconds.
"You've got a nice cock, Frankie. It's get-ting so big," she murmured. She pumped up and down steadily on his prick, determined not to stop till it was completely stiff.
"Pam... this is just crazy," he grunted.
But now it was a pretty weak protest.
Her skirt had fallen back down over her crotch, but now he used both hands to shove it up over her belly. He gazed raptly into the pink gash of her cunt.
"Isn't it nice? Don't you want to shove your nice hard cock into it?" she teased. His prick was now an eight inch bar in her fist.
Again he whimpered softly, staring all the time at the hairy V of her cunt. Her pussy lips had begun to split open and he could see tempting slices of bright pink skin inside. Her cunt hair was blonde, he noticed, just like the hair on her head. For some reason he found this incredibly exciting.
"Fuck me now, Frankie. Fuck me, please," she moaned. And she leaned back some on the pool table, drew his cock in between her legs. He followed, stepping deep between her thighs. His cockhead poked the left slab of her cunt.
She gripped his cock tightly and stared down between her split thighs as she angled his fucker this way and that. She planted the gross cockhead directly against her cunthole, twisted it around. Her cuntlips folded and spread and finally slotted themselves over the purple dome of his prickhead. She slid forward and felt the tip of his cock nudge inside her pussy.
"Shove it all the way inside me, Frankie;" she moaned. "Fuck me deep! I want your cock so bad."
He glanced into her face quickly, wondering what had happened to her recently to make her act this way, to make her say these things. Then he was glaring down between her legs, watching as first his cockhead then an inch or more of prick shaft fucked between the puffy lips of her pussy.
"Deeper! Shove it deeper! I want all of it! I want to be crammed with cock!" she moaned. She leaned back on her elbows and stared between her hooked up legs.
He moved forward, and his cock fucked deeper and deeper into her sucking cunt. Her cuntlips were shaping themselves to the bulk of his cock, wrapping around it like a loving mouth. There was no resistance. She obviously wasn't feeling any discomfort or pain. In seconds, over half his big cock was buried inside her cunt.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" she cooed. And now for the first time she let her head roll back. Her blonde hair scraped the surface of the green pool table.
He kept moving forward, fascinated at the way her cuntlips nipped at his prick. And soon every last inch of cockshaft was fucked up her cunt. His dark crotch hair meshed with her blonde pussy fur and he knew he was in her to the hilt. He paused then, as if not knowing. what to do next. He stared down as if he didn't know where his cock could have gone.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she pleaded.
And suddenly she was humping her ass up off the table, arching her back and mashing her belly to this. She began to heave and lurch, fucking her cunt again and again over the bloated shaft of his cock. Her skirt rode higher and higher over her belly.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah," he grunted. And he started driving his ass back and forth, a little clumsily at first and then more and more evenly. Bit by bit, they managed to establish some kind of rhythm.
She lay back flat on the table now, though she still arched her back and drove her cunt at him regularly. Inside her sweater, her big tits rolled and shifted, the nipples denting the fabric. He grabbed a tit in each hand and began squeezing and mauling them through her sweater.
"Shove my sweater up. Play with my titties," she moaned, glaring up at him. She hooked her legs over his hips and pulled his cock deeper inside her. With fumbling fingers, he forced her sweater up and over the lush twin mounds of her tits. She hadn't worn a bra since her ses-sion with Mr. Phelps, and her tits rolled loose and gorgeous over her chest. He stuffed her sweater under her chin, then clamped his hands back on her naked tits. He squeezed her tits roughly, flicked the swollen nipples with his thumbs.
"It feels so good! Your cock feels so good inside me!" she pealed. "Don't stop. Keep right on fucking me!"
Her body jerked each time he fucked into her. He was burying his cock to the balls every time, bulling the cockhead deep into her pussy. His ass flexed and trembled, his belly heaved back and forth. Her cunt was doing wild things to his prick, sucking and nipping at it like some hungry mouth.
"This is crazy! Pam, this is just crazy!" he panted. But he didn't stop fucking her. His balls swung to and fro between his legs. He felt them growing numb and heavy.
She reached up, began running her fingers up and down on him. She gazed up into his face gratefully. There was a gentle sensation starting somewhere deep in her cunt, and she knew that if only he could keep this up she would be feeling fantastic within a matter of seconds.
But already he was fucking her with wilder movements. And his face had taken on a tense and distracted look, as if he were losing con-trol of himself. She stared up at him anxiously now, and fucked her cunt onto his cockshaft crazily. He couldn't cum so soon. He just couldn't. She was only just starting to feel wonderful.
"Crazy! Fucking crazy!" he gasped.
And now he was fucking his cock in and out of her so fast his ass was no more than a pale blur. Then he was squeezing her tits hard. There was a strangled gasp deep in his throat.
His cock flexed once, twice, and suddenly Pamela's cunt was flooded with gobs of hot steaming spunk. One jet sprang out, then another, and now the fucking sounds were wet and squelchy as the jizz poured out her pussy and into the crack of her ass. She could feel the spurts inside her cunt, cum spraying every-where like hot cream.
"Are you cumming? No! Frankie, you can't! Don't cum yet! Fuck me! Keep right on fucking me hard!"
He bucked back and forth, fucking his cock into her time and again. And on every second or third fuck lunge, his cock spurted a white-hot jet of cum inside her. Jizz filled her, clogged her cunt. It slopped back down and in-to the crack of her ass. Cum clung to his plunging cock like strings of white taffy.
"Don't cum! Oh Frankie, don't cum yet!" she pleaded, as if she could get him to stop or reverse the process.
She propped herself up on her elbows again.
She saw the thick greasy strings of jism clinging to his cock. She had stopped moving completely.
In and out he fucked, still spurting cum.
And now her crotch hair was flecked with jism. Thick pearls of spunk hung in her cunt hair like drops of milk. Yet he didn't seem to be finished. More jizz shot out into her cunt. And more, till she was sure her insides were just swimming with cum. And still he fucked her, drilling his cock deep inside her cunt. His pale naked ass flexed back and forth steadily.
"Oh Frankie! Oh Frankie!" she moaned.
Already she could feel the sweet melting sensation fading in her cunt. It was ending almost before it had begun.
They clung to each other there, draped across the pool table, Frankie with his pants and shorts tangled around his ankles. They moaned and grunted at each other like two young animals. And when he finished shooting he went right on fucking her, making sure his dangling balls were completely empty. She lay still beneath him, tired and frustrated.
Neither one of them noticed that there was a figure standing just outside the basement door, watching them.
It was Mr. Porter, Frankie's father. He had come downstairs to investigate the strange sounds he'd been hearing for the last few minutes. But he didn't say anything. He didn't show himself. He turned and went back upstairs, his cock like a column of granite.
CHAPTER FOUR
Three days later, Mr. Porter's car pulled up alongside Pamela as she was walking home from school. He rolled down his window, smiled at her, and asked if he could talk to her about something. She strode around the car and climbed in beside him, wondering vaguely if Frankie could have possibly told his father about the wild fuck session in the basement pool room. She dismissed the thought as too unlikely.
"Hi, Mr. Porter. How's Frankie doing?" she asked, slamming the car door behind her.
She stared straight ahead through the wind-shield as they drove away from the curb.
"He's okay, all things considered," Mr. Porter answered quietly. "That's what I want to talk to you about."
Pamela said nothing. Whatever could he mean? Was something wrong with Frankie? Was he sick? Or did Mr. Porter know something about last Friday after all? She stared ahead at the road and tried to control her nervousness. They were heading out toward the freeway, she noticed, and not back toward their neighborhood.
"He's a sensitive kid. You know that. You've known him a long time. He gets upset real easy," Mr. Porter went on matter-of-factly. "And he's not very mature for his age."
This was true, in a way, Pamela realized.
But she wondered what all this had to do with her. Just what was Mr. Porter getting at? She glanced at him quickly then turned her head away. when he returned her gaze. He was driving fast, and suddenly they were scooting up a ramp to the freeway. The car eased quickly into a steady flow of traffic.
"You're more grownup than he is, you know?" he continued. "It's really started to show this past few months."
He stared admiringly at her bulging tits and then at her slender legs crossed so primly in front of her. She wore a short navy-blue skirt that rode up over her knees and a pair of white knee socks. She even wore a matching blue blazer and a white blouse and tie, in sexy imitation of a little schoolgirl's uniform.
"I think he's too young for some things. For what you have to offer, for example. He's too immature," Mr. Porter rambled on. He was glancing at her every few seconds now, as he warmed to his subject. And his hungry stares at her legs were impossible for her to ignore.
"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Porter. Frankie and I are just friends," she said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Just what had Frankie told him, anyway?
"Come on now, Pamela. I saw you in action the other day. You put on quite a show with Frankie. You're lucky I don't charge the two of you for the cleaning of the pool table."
Pamela flushed to the roots of her pretty blonde hair. She really did look like the flustered young schoolgirl caught in something shameful by one of her teachers. So he'd seen her and Frankie fucking on the pool table. Oh God, how awful!
She stared ahead of her as they zipped down the freeway, not daring to look him in the eye. She suddenly felt very young and foolish and immature. And on top of that, she was very embarrassed. What must Mr. Porter think of her? Did he think she was some kind of slut or something? She tried to recall what she'd said to Frankie as he fucked her. She only remembered asking him to shove his cock deeper.
"You should be spending more time with adults, it seems to me. Not teenagers like Frankie," he said. "You're ready for more action than he can give you."
The tone of his voice had changed suddenly.
He wasn't talking to her as a young girl he'd known for years. And all at once Pamela realized what he was getting at, where all this was leading. Her heart lurched in her chest and she began to breathe deeply. She shifted ner-vously in her seat.
"Mr. Porter, where are we going exactly?" she murmured. She had a pretty fair idea, but she wanted to hear it from him.
"That depends on you. If you're agreeable, we're headed for a little motel I know just east of the freeway. If you're not interested, I'll drive you back home."
Pamela's heart raced. A motel. This was her big chance for some proper sex. With a mature man. In a bed, in a motel, for hour after hour after hour. It would be so much different from what she'd experienced so far. No more groping in the front seat of a car. No more clawing on top of a pool table. It would almost be like a real affair.
"You ever been to a motel with a man?" he asked suddenly. He seemed genuinely curious.
"No. Never," she muttered.
But she was going to now. She didn't even have to think about it. She knew instantly that she was going to spend the next few hours with him in bed, in a strange motel. The notion thrilled her no end.
"You ever sucked cock?" he went on. "You ever used your mouth on a man's cock and balls?"
Pamela groaned her reply. And suddenly she was sliding across the car seat toward him. She reached into his crotch, clutched at the cock bulge there with her fingers. She rubbed up and down along the outline of his prick and traced the swellings of his balls with her finger-tips. Her heart was racing crazily.
"See what I mean?" he laughed. "You're way too much woman for Frankie. You'd be wasting yourself. What you need is a man. Someone who can show you some real cock."
He sank his foot to the floor and drove the last two or three miles at a high speed. Then he parked in a motel lot and told her to wait while he went inside to register. They were soon in a dingy and poorly lit room whose main feature was a huge double bed. Neither one of them paid much attention to the surroundings. Porter stripped off quickly and flopped down on his back on the bed.
"Strip down slow for me. I want to enjoy every second of this," he said, hooking his hands behind his head on the pillow. Pamela stood by the foot of the bed and stared at his cock. Even soft, it was the biggest cock she'd yet seen. She smiled at him a little self-consciously and wondered where to begin. He'd undressed so quickly, and she'd been so interested in watching him that she'd taken off nothing but her shoes. Now she shifted from foot to foot and blushed prettily. Finally she slipped off her blazer and tossed it over a chair.
Her blonde hair was tied by two pieces of pink ribbon into bunches on either side of her face. And now, as she began unbuttoning the front of her blouse and bent her head, the two clumps swept forward over her cheeks. Porter watched as the tipper globes of her heaving tits came into view. Then he groaned deeply as she peeled off the blouse and tossed it on top of her blazer.
"What a set of tits. Jesus Christ," he murmured.
He glared at the swelling tit mounds and at the dark circles of puffy skin that surrounded her nipples. Then he looked at the nipples themselves and he groaned all over again. The nut-brown stubs jutted up more than half an inch off the areolas.
Pamela unzipped her short skirt and bent down to step out of it. As she did her lush tits swayed forward like ripe melons, the nipples pointing to the floor. Then she was straightening up again and the big tits settled on her chest and separated. Her tits stood up proud and perfectly shaped, the undersides slightly paler than the tanned upper slopes.
She bent down again and repeated the whole sexy process as she removed her white lace panties. There were more moans and groans from the man. She had raised one leg and was about to slip off one white knee sock when he stopped her. He glared at her tufted blonde cunt as he spoke.
"Leave your knee socks on. I like them. I want to do dirty things with you while you're wearing nothing but your knee socks. Yeah!" He sat up as she approached the bed, held out a hand to help her clamber onto it with him. Again he watched her big tits shift and sway as she moved.
"I've never been on a bed before with a man, naked," she muttered. She stared down hungrily at his long limp cock.
"I find that hard to believe. I really do. And did you mean it when you said you'd never sucked a cock?" He was folding his hands all over her tits, squeezing them, hefting them, testing their weight. He'd never felt tits so firm and springy in his whole life.
"It's true. I never have," she admitted. She reached down and scooped up his thick cock in her fingers. His cock was warm and puffy and still soft.
"Well, now's as good a time as any. Go ahead. Use your mouth on my cock. Kiss it. Lick it. Use your tongue."
"You mean... put my mouth on... your cock?" she murmured, unsure of herself. She was turning his cock in her hand, examining it from every angle.
"Go ahead. Go ahead," he urged. And now he settled back on the bed again, propped himself up on his elbows. He was watching her closely, as if he were putting her through some kind of test.
Pamela lay flat on her belly en the bed, right between his outspread legs. She held his cock up at an angle. She stared at the velvet sac of his balls and watched the balls shift and roll inside. She lowered her head, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue.
She poked one of his balls with her tongue tip and watched it roll a little to the left. Then she poked the other one, just as shyly. His skin felt so dry and rough. The ball sac was a mess of wrinkles and tiny hairs. It fascinated her. It was all so weird, so strange. She'd never seen a guy's balls and cock so close.
"You like 'em? You like my balls?" he asked her, amused at her interest. Her blonde bundles of hair were tickling the insides of his thighs.
"They're so big! Should I really lick them?
Won't it hurt you at all?" Her big blue eyes turned up to his face for a second.
"Baby, lick 'em, please. Don't worry about hurting me." He spread his thighs wide on the bed, gave her all the room he could. The sight of her pretty blonde head between his legs was driving him crazy already.
Pamela bent forward again, and now she set about licking his balls in earnest. She scraped her tongue about like a cleaning pad, curling it this way and that on the crepe pouch of his balls and chasing the rolling balls from side to side. Her nose and forehead kept bumping into the base of his prick.
"I'm glad you wore all that lipstick. That's real sexy," he commented. "Smear it all around."
Pamela smiled to herself. Every day before she left school she went to the washroom and did up her face, painting her eyelids blue and daubing her mouth with thick red gloss. She'd taken to doing this regularly now, ever since her fuck session with Mr. Phelps. But she'd never dreamed she would so soon be smearing the makeup off on a guy's cock and balls.
"Suck on my balls. Take them in your mouth," he instructed, craning his neck to stare into his crotch. "Don't be scared of them. Suck them."
Flushed and growing more and more excited by the second, Pamela did as she was told, folding her lips down over first one ball then the other. She had to chase them. They kept rolling and shifting. But eventually she caught one ball between her lips and it plopped quickly into her mouth. She rolled it about on her tongue and began sucking on it hungrily.
"Yeah! Oh fuck, yeah!" he groaned. "Suck 'em like that! Eat my balls!"
Her tongue curled around and around, teasing his captured ball, caressing it. She bathed it with the fluid of her mouth and swished it about lovingly. She drew back slightly and her lips pursed. The sizzling ball stayed in her mouth and the skin of his ball sac stretched tautly. Then she let the ball loose again and began sucking it allover.
For the better part of a minute she worked on this one ball, and by the time she spit it out it was damn near steaming. At once, she was sinking her mouth down on the other ball.
"Baby, you sure you never sucked a guy's balls before?" he grunted. He stared down at her dazedly.
She glanced up at him with her mouth still full of ball. Her big blue eyes were droopy with lust and pleasure. She had let go of his cock and her hands were splayed across his thighs. Now, as she glared up past the thick puffy log of prick, it flexed, rolled to the left across his belly. Then, a fraction at a time, his cock began angling its way up into the air.
She went right on sucking his balls, making wet slurping sounds with her lips. But now her eyes were glued to his prick and she watched along with him as the mighty cock lurched up higher and higher off his belly. A big blue vein had begun to throb in the cock's base.
"See what you're doing? Just look," he grunted, pointing at his rising cock.
Pamela was amazed and thrilled at what was happening. She wasn't even touching his cock, and it was angling upward, hardening, stiffening before her eyes. She was doing this with just her mouth and tongue on his balls. And it gave her such a feeling of power, suddenly. She hadn't even touched his cock with her mouth yet and it was swelling to hardness.
"Baby, you're gonna go places with that mouth of yours," he praised. "You really know how to suck a guy's balls!"
Pamela flushed with pleasure. She curled her tongue even more teasingly around his cap-tured ball, tickled and teased it wantonly. She watched his cock as it swayed to the left, stop-ped in midair, then swung back to the right. Another vein had begun to throb in its base. She was looking up the cockshaft as if it were the barrel of a rifle, "Anytime you're ready for cock, baby, go for it," he groaned. "My balls can only take so much. Lick my prick. Use your sweet mouth on my prick. Oh, yeah!"
She suddenly spat out his wet and sizzling ball and moved on to other things. She paused for breath first, drawing in air through her flared nostrils. Then she was dipping her head all over again, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue to lick the fat and thickening base of his cock.
"That's it! Oh baby, that's it!" he said, feeling the first gentle probings of her tongue. "Lick me like that! Lick my cock!"
Pamela didn't use her hands. She simply thrust her face forward over his cock and began licking it with long slow scrapes. His prick rolled and shifted in front of her, but she stayed with it. And what lipstick was left on her mouth smeared and smudged off onto the cock base. Thick globs of red were already daubed across his quaking balls.
She found the two thick blue veins with her tongue and followed them up his cockshaft. They wriggled this way and that like two thick blue worms. Her nose bumped against the cock time and again, tilting it this way and that in front of her. But still she didn't touch his fucker, didn't try to control it with her hands.
"Jesus Christ. Ohhhh!" he moaned, gazing raptly at her face. He loved the sight of her pretty young face over his cock, the two clumps of bright blonde hair bunched up on either side. He felt his balls churning crazily.
"Do you like it? Is it nice when f lick your cock?" she murmured. She planted a soft wet kiss midway up his cockshaft, leaving a wet imprint of lipstick.
"What do you think? Jesus Christ!" he croaked. His face was flushed and a trickle of sweat crept down his temple.
"Should I suck it now? Should I take your big cock into my mouth and suck it?" she teased, staring up into his face with big inno-cent blue eyes. And now she grabbed his cock with her hand at last, and tilted it toward her lips.
CHAPTER FIVE
Her shiny red mouth formed an oval. His monster cock angled to the left. And suddenly her wet lips were touching his blazing cock-head, kissing it, slipping down over it gently. She slid down till her lips were almost to the rim of his cockhead and then she paused. She could feel his prick throbbing against her tongue.
Her big blue eyes stared up into his face. She seemed to be smiling. He glared right back at her with a strained grin. For the time being, he didn't say anything. His cock loomed up from its forest of crotch hair like the branch of a tree, its head caught firmly in her mouth.
She remained like that for several seconds, swirling her tongue back and forth underneath the head of his cock. She had her fingers wrap-ped around the cock base and she was holding it upright. The prick was just too big and heavy to stand up on its own.
Finally she tilted her face down and slid her mouth past his cockhead and down over the shaft of the cock. She took in maybe three inches of cock and her lips sealed themselves tightly around the cockshaft. Her eyes closed for a moment and she seemed to be resting, thinking about what to do next. Her nostrils flared gently.
His prick, though nine inches long already, had continued to swell after she put it in her mouth. His fucker was thickening, inflating, stretching her lips tautly around its bulk. And the ugly blue veins that wriggled up its side grew fatter and darker. The touch of her sweet wet mouth was having an amazing effect on him.
"What a sight you are," he murmured at last. "Fuck, you look great with your face stuffed with cock."
Again she stared up at him. But now she was moving at the same time, sliding her lips far-ther and farther down his cock till she had over half of it embedded in her mouth. Her lips were stretched to the limit and her cheeks bulged. His cockhead was throbbing way back to the entrance to her throat. He could hear her snorting.
"Tilt your head so you can take more. Deep throat it," he advised.
And she did as he instructed, angling her face so that the big cockhead could slide deeper and deeper into her throat. Another two or three inches of cock disappeared inside her mouth. She glared down into his forest of crotch hair, her eyes glazed. She rested for a while like that, as if she were stuck.
"You okay? You all right, little cock-sucker?" he asked. He was genuinely surprised that she'd managed to take in so much cock. For a small girl, she was doing a terrific job.
"Mmmmm... "she purred. And sud-denly she was backing up, withdrawing her mouth from his monstrous prick.
She raised up as far as his cockhead, and for a second he thought she was going to withdraw altogether, let his cock slop free of her face. A girl could only take so much of a cock the size of this, after all.
But she surprised him. While her lips were still wrapped around his cockhead she began plunging back down again. Her mouth folded rapidly down the length of his cockshaft, just as far as she'd gone the first time. Again her lips warped out of shape around the huge thickened bulk of his prick. Her nostrils flared all over again.
And then she was backing up again, pulling up till his cock almost slopped from her lips again. Then down she plunged one more time, letting his cockhead fuck deep into her throat. She began sliding up and down in a regular rhythm, sucking him, using her tongue on his prick like an expert. Her pretty blonde hair began to bob and dance.
"Ooooooo, baby. Suck it like that! Suck my big cock!" he grunted, his eyes glued to her face. "Up and down like that! Up and down! Take it deep into your throat! Suck me dry!"
Pamela did her best, driving her face up and down in a steady rhythm, rubbing his cock with her lips. His cock seemed to her to be still growing, swelling her lips tighter and tighter around its rock hard bulk. Her mouth was numb with the strain.
Her fist was wrapped tightly around the cock base, and she was shucking up and down, jerking him off while she sucked. Her hand moved in sequence with her mouth, feeling every pulse and throb in the bloated prick. Wet, squeaking sounds rose up from the cap-tured cock, as if it were a piston in need of greasing.
"Ohhhh baby! You sure learn fast! You sure know how to suck a cock!" he praised. His split thighs tensed on the bed. His balls felt numb and heavy.
Pamela obviously enjoying what she was doing. Her eyes were closed most of the time now, and her face had a look of complete satisfaction. She was totally caught up in the cocksucking, loving every second of it. She was sucking him with a love and a tenderness that he'd never experienced before, not even with his wife.
But his cock was so huge now that she could take less than half of it in on each down stroke. Her fist flew up and down on the rest of the cockshaft, but he had a wild desire to see her take all of it, to see her suck in every last inch of bloated prick. Her face was so young and pretty. He had to see it crammed with the entire length of his cock.
"Baby, roll over," he grunted suddenly.
"I'm going to fuck your face. I'm going to shove my cock so far down your throat you'll feel it in your belly. Roll over."
Pamela was in a daze. She went right on sucking his cock for the moment. She seemed not to have heard him. But then her pretty blue eyes were opening sleepily and coming into focus. She stared at his belly, his chest, his face. She lifted her dripping mouth off his cock at last.
"Let me rub my tits on it! Let me rub my tits all over it first!" she croaked.
And she was crawling up onto: her knees: lowering herself over him. He stayed where he was, flat on his back, his eyes wide with amazement.
Pamela's tits dangled below her like huge swinging balloons that had been overfilled with liquid. The nipples were inch-long stony stubs that seemed about to spurt milk at any second. His cock stuck up from his crotch at an angle, a thick, monstrous pole of cockmeat that twitched and throbbed in the air.
As he watched, she swung her tits down and bumped his cock to one side with the heavy tits. He felt the rock hard heat of a stiff nipple graze his cockhead, sending sparks through his balls. Then his cock was swaying back, settling itself in the deep lush hollow of her cleavage. She trapped his prick there quickly, pressed her tits together over the swaying fuckpole.
"Sonovabitch, girl. Where'd you learn tricks like this?" he grunted. His cock was throbbing between her tits.
She smiled up at him, not answering. Then she began to move up and down, fucking him with her tits. She clamped the tits together with her hands, made a fuck channel for his cock between them. And she pumped up and down, keeping his prick hard and solid. A pearl of pre-cum juice seeped from his cockhead and smeared off into the inside of her left tit.
"I love cock. I just love it," she moaned.
And she flicked out her tongue and licked the purple dome of his prick.
Then she was letting loose of his cock and heaving herself from side to side, rolling her tits over and over on his flattened prick. She bent low, mashed her tits onto his cock and balls. She dragged her tits back and forth, scraped her nipples onto him.
"What a little slut you are," he groaned, his balls sizzling. "What a cock hungry, sleazy lit-tle slut!"
Pamela's heart lurched at what he said. It was true. She was acting like a slut. But she didn't care. This was the most thrilling time she'd had in her whole life. She was drunk with fuck lust. She didn't care if he called her names. She wanted him to. It made her feel all the more dirty and excited.
She grabbed his cock suddenly, tilted it upright. Then she bent down and began rub-bing his cock back and forth across her face. She rubbed his cock into her cheeks and against her nose. She scraped the cockhead across her chin and then her forehead. She closed her eyes, dug the cockhead into the socket as if she were relieving an itch. She seemed to be losing control of herself.
"What a horny little cunt! You just can't get enough cock, can you?" he croaked. He watched her steer his cock around and around on her face, massaging herself with it. Another thick pearl of pre-cum juice seeped free and ended up draped across her forehead like a snail trail.
He stiffened suddenly, feeling the first tell-tale twitches in his balls. And he grabbed her by her shoulders, urged her up off his prick before he shot his wad. She opened her eyes in confusion, but allowed herself to be flipped over onto her back on the bed. He was stuffing a pillow under her neck, tilting her head back onto his hands. She felt his cockhead bumping over her cheek and nose.
"Gotta fuck your face! Gotta fuck that sweet little face of yours! ".he groaned. And he shoved his cockhead into her upside-down mouth and lunged forward, fucking five or six inches of cock into her face. He paused for only a second then drove forward some more. His cockhead fucked into her gullet.
"Mmmmmfffff'!" Pamela crooned, her voice a groan of pleasure. His cock slid over her tongue and filled her mouth to capacity. Her lips sealed around the massive bulk.
He kept sliding forward, and his cock fucked deep into her throat. He adjusted the tilt of her head with his hands, made sure her gullet was lined up. And he fucked forward till his crotch hair mashed against her chin and his balls scraped over her nose. His cock was stuffed into her mouth and throat to the hilt.
He waited for a few seconds, made sure the pillow was bunched up properly beneath her neck. And then he began fucking her, driving his cock in and out of her mouth with deep, even cock lunges. His cock fucked deep into her throat on every stroke and made wet squeaking sounds as it was fed through her lips.
"Baby, your mouth was made for fucking," he hissed. In and out he fucked his prick, burying it to the balls every time. The heaviness in his balls was increasing.
Pamela was dazed with lust. She reached up and snaked her hand between his legs. She caught his balls with her fingers, squeezed them gently. She heard him groan deep in his throat.
He began bucking back and forth wildly, fucking her face so hard she thought for a while he might hurt her. Then his cock twitched, the cockhead seemed to explode, and her throat was suddenly awash with hot jizz. She felt a jet of jizz shoot so deep down her gullet that she didn't have to swallow.
"Gllluuuggggg!" she gurgled, her neck bob-bing. She glared up at his hairy balls and waited for the next creamy blast.
He had pulled back. His cockhead, for one split second, sat on her tongue before he fucked it back deep into her throat. As it sat there it flexed, spurting out a huge wad of spunk that splattered the roof of her mouth and went cascading off behind her teeth, between her cheeks and gums. Her mouth was suddenly full of cum.
"Ohhhh fuck! Suck it down! Eat my jizz!" he moaned. And he was pushing forward again, burying his cock in her throat, plunging all the steaming cum down ahead of his cock.
She coughed, she gagged, and she did her best to swallow his spunk. But there was so much of it. And no sooner had she gulped down one load than he filled her face up again. Two heavy ropes of cum seeped from the cor-ners of her mouth and drooled down her face, running over her cheeks like up-side-down tears. Her cheeks ballooned with jizz.
"Eat it! Suck it all down!" he ordered. But even as he spoke, he was with drawing, pulling his cock out of her throat till again the cockhead sat throbbing on her tongue. He gripped his lower cockshaft in his fist and jerked himself off into her mouth. His prick flexed again and again, spurted wad after wad into her face.
But now her mouth and throat were filled to capacity and great heavy streams of cum were drooling from her lips. Quivering streamers of silver goo dribbled over her face toward her eyes, streaking her cheeks. One glob drooled into the socket of her eye. Another angled off toward her temple. She was gurgling and whimpering softly.
"What a mouth! What a hot sucking mouth!" he growled. And now he withdrew his cock from her face altogether, held his cock tilted up over her while he pumped out the rest of his cock cream.
Pamela gulped and gasped, swallowed the cum backed up in her mouth. And she felt the heavy ropes of spunk dropping onto her face. His cock wasn't spurting jism now. It was oozing out long strings of cum that stretched and dangled from his cockhead like elastic. These kept snapping and falling across her face.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," he panted, his hand priming his cock with steady tugs.
A string of jizz snapped messily across her cheek and tumbled over her eye. The silver liquid hung off her eyelashes and matted them together. The string trailed off across her forehead and into her hair.
Pamela's mouth sagged open, drooling jism. The-cum poured from her lips thickly and dribbled onto her cheeks. Her tongue was coated with silver cum. Her teeth were thick with cum. Her lipstick glowed a bright red under its fresh coat of liquid. She was really a mess.
"Eat it, bitch! Slurp up my hot cum!" he croaked.
He was holding his cock over her face deliberately, watching as the heavy strings of cum fell and snapped across her cheeks. He jerked off slowly now, shifting his cock from side to side, soiling every inch of her pretty face. And she tilted her head up for him willingly, letting him do what he wished with her.
She should be disgusted, she realized. She should be mad that he was slopping cum all over her face. But she wasn't. It was so strange, so thrilling in a dirty way. She kind of liked the feel of his jism on her skin, so warm and thick and slimy. It was the most important gift a man could give a girl, his jizz, his cum, and if he got off on slopping it all over her face she was willing to let him.
Another heavy strand of cum fell across her eye. One more looped over the bridge of her nose. And then he seemed to be finished. He mashed his cockhead into her face, smudged a glob or two of cum from side to side. Then he was backing off, cradling her head in his hand and tilting it from left to right. He stared down at her, examining the mess he'd made.
"What a sight you are. You're covered in cum!" he breathed, almost as if he wasn't responsible. "Fuck, girl, you're really something. You drained me dry. I've got nothing" left. " Pamela breathed deeply and tried to calm herself. Her heart was pounding crazily, as if she'd just ridden a roller coaster. Her tits rose and fell on her chest, the nipples hopelessly swollen. Strings of silver spunk still slopped from her mouth and drained over her face wetly. Each time she swallowed she tasted his thick salty cum.
"You're a born cocksucker, baby," he went on. "You're just great at it. And I can tell you love cum. Most women are scared shitless of it. They won't eat jizz. Some of them won't even touch it. But you're different. You got a feel for it, I can tell. You're a spunk -lover if ever I met one!"
Pamela's mind reeled. His words thrilled her more than she could say. What a compliment to get from an older man, someone who prob-ably had all kinds of experience with all kinds of girls. It made her feel so strong, so power-ful. She was a good cocksucker. She wasn't scared of cum. She felt like laughing out loud.
"You should suck as many cocks as you can," he continued, like a wise uncle giving her sound advice. "Don't settle for one. And take a cum bath as often as you can!"
CHAPTER SIX
Mr. Phelps finally phoned, after more than two weeks, and asked her to babysit again. The call that Pamela had waited for so eagerly had come through at last. But now things were different. So much had happened to her since she'd seen him. She was older, somehow, more experienced. And she didn't go into a dither the way she'd expected to.
In fact she began to question the feelings she'd had for Phelps in the first place. She'd had a schoolgirl crush on him that was it. Because he was older and handsome and he had a mustache and everything, she'd thought was wonderful. Now she didn't feel the same. Oh, she still found him sexy and all and she wanted to see him again. She was in much better control of her feelings that was all.
The one thing that did excite her about his call was the fact that he'd asked her to stay overnight. She did this occasionally for certain couples, and her parents wouldn't object. But Pamela had a feeling there was a special reason for it this time. She got the distinct impression that she'd be sitting with a very big boy on this particular evening.
Sure enough, when he welcomed her into the house he made it very clear that this would be a party for just the two of them. The wife and kids were out of town.
"Lucky for you, huh?" Pamela teased, smiling at him. "So you can have your babysitter over for some fun and games."
"Fucking right. Have you any idea how much I've looked forward to this? I can't get you out of my mind. I keep remembering you pulling on my cock and jerking cum all over yourself. I've been walking around with a hard-on for two weeks."
Pamela smiled, glad that he'd been thinking of her. But what if he knew what she'd been up to in the meantime? What would he think about her fucking Frankie on a pool table, or sucking Mr. Porter's cock till he spurted cum into her mouth? Better not to tell him, she figured.
Mr. Phelps made her a drink, and this made her feel very grownup, indeed. Then he told her he had a gift for her and he handed her a small package tied with a ribbon. He wouldn't let her open it till he'd led her down to the bedroom, though. It was just too sexy to open anywhere else, he claimed.
Pamela undid the package while Phelps lay flat on his back on the big double bed. He watched her closely, studied her face as she hauled out the items inside one at a time, and held the sheer items up to the light as if she had no idea what they were. Then she turned to him, a pretty frown on her face.
"You want me to wear a garter belt and stockings? Is that the idea? You want me to wear this stuff in bed with you now?" She turned back to examine the sexy under things more closely. One item in particular seemed to interest her.
"Fucking right. I want to see you in that stuff right now. I've been dreaming about what you'd look like in them for over a week. It's driving me crazy. There are no panties, you'll notice. I want to be able to fuck you while you're decked out like a whore. I don't want anything to get in the way of my cock."
He was right. There were no panties. Just a white garter belt with sexy lace embroidery, a pair of sheer white nylon stockings, and a looped stringy affair that appeared to be some kind of lewd bra. She held this item high and looked at him quizzically. The thing was just elastic string, with no cups at all.
"That's for your tits. It's a bra, believe it or not. You just harness it around your tits and it supports them. Not that you need any support. I just thought you'd look good in it."
He urged her to try the stuff on, and though she felt a bit silly and embarrassed, she had to admit she was just as curious as he was.
She slipped off her dress and panties and stood there naked for a few seconds trying to figure out what to try on first. Then she grabbed the garter belt and looped it around her waist, snapping it in place as if she'd been wearing such things all her life. She adjusted the elastic garters till they dangled loosely down her thighs, and then she reached for the sheer nylon stockings.
They were very pretty and delicate, and she handled them carefully, drawing them up her naked legs in one gentle sweep. As she raised first one leg then the other, he gazed into her crotch, watching the hairy slabs of her cunt shift prettily. He caught a glimpse of bright pink skin winking at him.
But then she was standing up, hooking her arms into the loops of the crazy string bra. She leaned forward; let her big tits swing into the string harness. She fastened it behind her then stood up straight, letting her tits jut forward lewdly. Her" tits were a little warped out of shape and thrust out higher than they did before. They were just as exposed as they were when she wore nothing at all.
"Boy, they sure don't cover me very well, do they?" she smiled. "This stuff is really dirty, Mr. Phelps."
"That's the whole idea. They leave the important parts exposed. They show off your best parts.".
Pamela giggled a bit nervously and stared down at herself. Her hairy blonde cunt was completely exposed, set off nicely between the stretched elastic strips of her white garters. Her big tits seemed even bigger than they were, thrust up and out so lewdly by the string harness.
"You like it? You feel good in the stuff?" he wanted to know. He was glaring at her with a strange light in his eyes. A large cock bulge had developed inside his jogging pants.
"I feel strange, and grownup, and sexy," she murmured softly. And she began to stride about beyond the foot of the bed. Her slender thighs flexed in the white stockings. Her big tits jiggled and swayed.
There was a full length mirror on one of the closet "doors, and she stopped in front of this and examined herself closely; She turned from side to side and watched the motion of her tits inside the string harness. She twisted around and looked at her pretty ass cheeks with the white garters looping off to one side. She cupped her tits with her palms and squeezed them, tweaking the nipples with her thumbs.
"You're a sight for sore eyes, girlie," he groaned. "You're even sexier than I imagined."
He was shifting about on the bed behind her, peeling his sweat-shirt over his head and his jogging pants off his legs. He wore nothing else, and his cock swung up high from his crotch, well over two thirds hard already. He lay back and gripped his prick in his hand as he watched her. He primed his cock slowly, cranking it the last few inches to complete stiffness.
"Come sit on this," he said at last, swinging his cock at her. "Climb on top of me and sit on my big hard cock."
She turned her attention from the mirror, smiling at the sight of his looming hard-on. His fucker was bigger than she remembered, thicker. The cockhead glowed a deep purple color. Her heart lurched at the thought that this cock was all hers. She had a whole night, hours and hours if she wanted, to play with it and stuff it up into her cunt.
"Come sit on it. Come sit on my big hard cock," he repeated. And now he tilted his prick from side to side in his hand, like a pendulum. He was grinning at her like a mischievous schoolboy.
She climbed on the bed giggling, and crawl-ed toward him on her knees. Then she grabbed hold of his cock, took it from him, pumped his cock strongly in her fist. She swung one leg over him, straddling his thighs as she jerked on his cock. Her big tits loomed far out of their crazy harness.
"Fuck, I've had wet dreams about you. I've had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the day and jerk off, because I couldn't get you out of my mind," he croaked. "You drive me crazy, girlie! You're such a hot little bitch!"
She grinned, glared down at him with a flushed and excited face. Then she slid for-ward, raised herself a little over his crotch. She quit jerking him off, held his cock upright in her fist. Then she was easing her cunt over him, nudging his prick under the tufted V of her crotch. The purple cockhead slotted neatly between the damp slabs of her pussy.
"Atta girl! Stuff that cock up your cunt! Sit on it!" he encouraged. He made no attempt to help her. He simply lay back on the bed, propped up on his elbows. He watched her closely.
"It's so big. It's so fucking big!" she groan-ed. Her head was tilted down as she stared into her crotch. Her lovely bright blonde hair swayed forward and grazed her cheeks.
Her eyelids were droopy with lust. Then she was sinking down slowly, letting her weight drive her cunt down onto his stiff prick. She kept her fingers against the cock, propping it up just as long as was necessary. Soon she could let go completely. Inch after inch of bloated cock fucked up into her sweet young cunt.
"Yeah! Oh yeah!" he croaked, watching his cock disappear.
She sank lower and lower on him, till half, then three quarters of his stiff prick was buried inside her. Finally her blonde pussy hair became entangled with the dark hair of his crotch, and he knew he was in her all the way. His entire cock was embedded in her lovely body.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she cooed, her eyes closed completely now. She sat on him without moving, her white stockinged thighs split on either side of him. She moaned softly deep in her throat. It was a sound of deep content-ment.
He watched her, studied the strange expres-sion on her face. She looked as though she'd gone into a trance. She breathed slowly, deeply, and her big tits rose and fell, oozing out through the loops of the bra like melons. The taut strap of her white garter belt stretched across her flat brown belly.
"Fuck, you're a sexy little cunt! You really are!" he breathed. His cock throbbed inside her, a rock hard hunk of meat caught in the sweet warm softness of her pussy. He could feel his cock being bathed in the syrup of her cunt.
She opened her eyes slowly, as if awakening from a dream. She stared at him curiously. Then she smiled and began gently bouncing up and down on top of him. She moved with slow, sexy motions, easing herself into the rhythm of fucking. She sat up straight on him, her hands resting on her thighs. Faint squelching sounds rose up from her crotch.
"Your cock's so big! It feels so good inside me!" she purred. "God, I love it! I love cock so much! I can't get enough of it!"
Up and down, up and down she moved, lifting her naked ass off his thighs and then settling herself down again gingerly. His cock was so big it was locked firmly in the grip of her cunt and there was no danger of it slipping out. Two or three inches of cockmeat slid into the open each time she rose up. But then the entire prick was soon sucked inside again.
He let her get used to the feel of him, let her establish her own rhythm. Then he took hold of her hands, lifting them out on either side of her. He tugged on her slightly, raised her higher off his cock on each stroke. With her arms stretched out in front of her, she looked as though she were riding a motorcycle.
"Up and down like that, baby! Hump yourself up and down! Take every inch of it!" He glared down between her scissored legs, watched his cock fuck in and out of her cunt.
The prick shaft was wet and glistening, as if it had been greased. Two ugly blue veins stood out like wire cables in its side. As she fucked up and down on his cock, her cunt oozed a thick, clear slime. It drooled down his prick shaft thinly, but at one point he saw a solid trickle of it roll down into his crotch hair. She was really leaking cunt juice.
"God, this is so weird! To be sitting on top of you like this, humping up and down, fucking you! It feels so strange! It feels so good!" She held his hands tightly and let her body arch back. Her big tits stretched and strained in their harness. The thick swollen nipples tilted up toward the ceiling.
"I'm glad you like it, baby. I'm glad you like to squat on cock. It goes deep this way, doesn't it? My cock goes way up that sweet little pussy of yours!"
"Oh, yes! I'd no idea! Oh, yes!" Her fucking movements grew faster and faster. She was bucking up and down with deep, even lunges. And his glistening, bone hard cock fucked all the way into her cunt again and again. Her sweet swollen cuntlips nipped and sucked at his cock.
He felt like he could keep this up forever. It was so restful, so pleasant to be lying there so passively while she did all the work. But at the rate she was going, she would be cumming soon. And then there was no telling what would happen to her. Maybe she'd sag against him, all loose and exhausted. Maybe she'd want to sleep.
"There are all kinds of other positions," he reminded her. "There's no limit to what two people can do with a cock and cunt. You wanna try something else? You wanna take my cock from a different angle?"
Pamela didn't answer, and from the expres-sion on her face he could tell she was already well on the way to her climax. He let go of her hands suddenly, swept his fingers over her big bulging tits and on farther to her waist. Her arms waved about helplessly at her sides before coming to rest on his chest. She was leaning forward, grazing his chest with her nipples. She seemed about to sag forward against him.
"How about fucking doggie style, baby?
How about taking my big cock from behind?" he suggested. He held her by the waist and helped her chug up and down on top of him.
"Mmmmm... " she murmured absently.
It was hard to tell if she was even listening to him.
"Or how about up the ass? That's an even better idea. How about a cock up your cunt from behind, and then a nice tight ass fuck? What do you say? You ever had a big stiff cock up your tight little ass?"
He couldn't be sure, but he thought he sensed a quiver go through her. He felt her tits grow heavier and heavier on his chest as she leaned lower over him. The nipples were hard and hot and dry against his skin, like rough stones that had been heated in the sun.
"That's it. That's what I want to do," he announced. "Turn over, baby, I'm gonna fuck you up the ass!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pamela was on all fours on the big bed, her pretty face against a pillow, her sweet young ass in the air. Her thighs were split wide, as wide as they would go, and the white strips of her garters were pulled tautly over each of her ass cheeks. Her cunthole gaped widely, pink shiny flesh oozing from between the thick hairy cuntlips. Her whole crotch was wet and oily with pussy juice.
"What a fucking sight you are! What a hot, horny little bitch!" he groaned. He knelt on the bed in back of her, his greasy cock in his hand. He was priming his cock slowly, keeping it solid and hard. There was a weird, tense look on his face.
"What are you going to do? How are you going to fuck me?" she purred from the pillow. She twisted her head around and gazed back at him over her shoulder. Her blonde hair was messed prettily around her sweet young face.
For the moment, he didn't answer her. He had let go of his cock and was smoothing his hands over the velvety slopes of her upturned ass. She had perfect ass cheeks, taut and springy and firm. These swept down into a deep and erotic hollow in the small of her back. He'd stuffed another pillow under her hips and her ass was thrust up for him brazenly.
He stared at the sweet gaping gash of her pussy with all its bright pink skin winking at him, then at the puckered ring of her sweet little asshole just above. He pried apart her ass cheeks, damn near flattened them under his fingers. The wrinkled bud of her asshole flexed slightly.
"How about up your cunt again, for starters?" he said. He moved forward slightly, poked her left ass cheek with his cockhead. Then he propped his cock up in the groove between her ass cheeks, sawed it back and forth slowly there. He began to spread the slime from her cunt up the crack of her ass and onto her asshole.
She whimpered into her pillow. She didn't know what to say. She was still tingling from the fucking he'd given her up to now, and the thought of more to come was just too delicious to bear.
What really interested her was his suggestion of an ass fuck. That had really made her take notice. It had never occurred to her that such a thing was possible, let alone acceptable between a man and a girl.
"Such a sweet young cunt. So nice," he was murmuring. And he slotted his cockhead back between her gaping cuntlips. He nudged it up and down, teased her for a while before fucking his cock in her cunt all the way.
Had he really meant it? Did he really mean to shove his cock up her ass, to fuck her there? Maybe it would hurt. Maybe she shouldn't let him. It was pretty kinky, after all. It wasn't normal sex, was it?
Pamela stopped in mid-thought. Normal sex. What did that mean? If she'd insisted on having so called normal sex, she wouldn't have gotten involved with Mr. Phelps in his car, wouldn't have jerked him off all over herself. She wouldn't have fucked Frankie on top of his pool table or gone to a motel and licked Mr. Porter's cock and balls. She wouldn't have let him fuck her face and cum in her mouth.
And if she hadn't done all those things she would have missed out, wouldn't she? She couldn't say what normal sex was anymore. She wondered if there really was such a thing. If it felt good, it was normal. That was the best way of looking at it. What was the point in feeling guilty or ashamed?
"Sweet little cunt! Hot little slut!" he croaked.
And now he was fucking more and more cock into her pussy, till he was in her to the hilt. His crotch hair scratched her pale ass cheeks. His thighs scraped against the dry sheaths of her stockings. Then he was fucking her, drilling his prick in and out of her pussy with deep, vicious lunges. His balls swung to and fro between his legs.
"Take it! Take it all, sweet bitch!" he crooned. He held on tightly to her hips and pulled her onto his cock again and again. He was panting steadily.
His name calling didn't bother her anymore, either. If he wanted to call her dirty names, if it helped him get off, then that was okay with her. She rather liked the dirty language anyway.
"Feel good, cunt? My hot cock feels good up your pussy?" he grunted. He was fucking her from a slightly different angle now, carving her from the left. Her cuntlips wrapped lovingly around the massive bulk of his prick.
"Yes! Oh God, yes! It feels so nice!" she gasped. Her big tits were crushed under her, mashed into the soft bed.
He plowed into her, fucking his cock in to the balls on every stroke. And now he wasn't pulling her toward him anymore. He held her down, crammed her into the bed, fucked his cock into her as if she were a passive piece of meat. His balls smacked into the pillow beneath her each time he slid forward. The veins in his cockshaft seemed about to pop.
"Are you really going to fuck me up the ass?
Are you really going to do it?" she gasped, again twisting her head around. The hollow in the small of her back had grown deeper.
"Fucking right. Are you ready for it? Are you ready for a thick hunk of cock up your sweet little girl ass?"
"Oh, God... oh, God yes!" she cooed.
"Shove it up my ass! Cram your big thick cock up my asshole and fuck me! I want you to! I want it! Fuck me up the ass! Fuck me hard up the ass, please!"
She realized suddenly that she did really want it. She meant what she said. She couldn't explain it, but suddenly she wanted him to fuck her up the ass more than anything in the world. She needed it.
"Okay, baby, here goes! Get ready for some hard-on!"
And in one fluid motion he withdrew his cock from her slimy pussy, planted the cock-head against the puckered ring of her asshole, and pushed forward. The goo from his cock-shaft drained into the crack of her ass.
The pressure on her asshole seemed all at once to be too much. It was as if someone were trying to cram a baseball bat up her asshole. But he persevered, supporting his hard-on with his fist, pinning her hopelessly to the bed. Her pale ass cheeks warped out of shape around the invading bulk of his prick.
"Ohhhh!" she whimpered, grabbing a handful of sheet with her fist. She clenched her eyes shut and waited. She thought he'd never get his monster cock up her tight asshole.
But he didn't give up. He kept forcing more and more weight behind the stiff pole of his prick. And by tiny degrees the tight puckered circle began to give way. Not much at first, but then more and more. The wrinkles in the circle disappeared, and the rubbery ass ring was folding itself up and over the purple head of his cock.
"It's going! My cock's going up your ass!" he exclaimed, as if he didn't believe it, himself. He pressed on, and her asshole slid down and around his cockhead, absorbing it all at a gulp.
He paused for a second; let his cockhead rest in the tight chamber of her ass. Then he was bulling forward, fucking inch after inch of bloated cockshaft up her asshole. He didn't pause, didn't stop to rest till over half his thick prick was embedded between her ass cheeks. Then he rested only long enough to gulp in a deep breath.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, her mouth closing on a hunk of pillow. "Up my ass! Your cock's going up my ass!"
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" he agreed. And he fucked in the last few inches of cockmeat. His balls came to rest on the gaping upturned gash of her cunt 'and he knew he was in her to the hilt.
Pamela felt numb. Her body from the waist down had for the moment lost all feeling. But there was a lovely tingling sensation running all the way up her spine, and she wasn't in any discomfort. She clutched at the sheet with her fingers and whimpered softly. Her legs were split wide beneath her.
"How's it feel? It feel good?" he gasped.
He stayed quite still for the moment, his cock embedded up her ass. His chest and shoulders glistened with sweat.
"So weird! So strange!" she panted, twisting her head from side to side. "God! Oh, God!"
"So tight! So fucking tight!" he croaked.
And all at once he was fucking back and forth, plowing her, fucking her ass with deep steady lunges of his cock. Her ass held him in a solid grip, but he was still able to plow his prick back and forth. The friction on his cockshaft was amazing.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned. She snorted into her pillow. Her fist had tangled the sheet into a knot.
It didn't hurt that was what amazed her. It didn't hurt at all. Not only that, but as he fucked her ass more and more, the numbness in her legs and crotch faded. And in its place came a sweet melting sensation. She began to feel good. She began to feel terrific as he fucked his big hard cock back and forth in her asshole.
He shifted position from time to time, came at her from a slightly different angle. And her pretty ass cheeks molded themselves around the thick bulk of his cock. He was fucking her deep, driving his cock in to the hilt every time. She swore she could feel his cockhead up in her chest somewhere.
"All those weeks! All those weeks having to see your tight little ass and pretend I wasn't looking!" he groaned. "Shit, I never thought I'd get to fuck it! Never dreamed I'd get to cram my hard-on up your sweet little asshole!' Pamela's head reeled. So he did have the hots for her. All those weeks she'd been baby-sitting for him and his wife, he'd wanted to fuck her. And she thought he barely knew she was alive. God, how strange everything was. How strange and unpredictable. Less than a month ago she was a sweet and innocent young virgin. Now she was letting a guy nearly twice her age fuck her up the ass.
"Take every inch of it! Take every last inch of cock up your tight little asshole!" he croaked. His teeth were clenched and he was damn near snarling at her.
He slid his hands up over her ass cheeks, following the tight' strips of her white suspenders. Then he was clawing in the deep hollow of her back, snatching at the rear strap of her garter belt. He pulled on it, used it like a rein as he bucked and fucked in and out of her ass. He stretched it so that it appeared about to snap at any second.
"Fuck me, oh fuck me up the ass!" she groaned, the sweetness in her crotch spreading. The numbness was gone completely now and nothing but melty sensations were left. "I love it! Fuck me deep! Cram your big cock all the way up my ass!"
In and out he fucked, prying her ass cheeks apart with the swollen bulk of his prick. He was growing red in the face, and the sweat really poured off him now. The muscles of his belly and thighs strained. His balls bounced up and down and from side to side. He felt himself losing control. It would only be a matter of minutes or maybe seconds, he real-ized, till he would shoot.
"Cram it up my ass! Fuck me deep! Split me in half!" she pleaded. Each time he fucked forward. her voice was muffled in the pillow. Her big tits were squished beneath her.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he croaked. He hung onto her garter belt still tugged on it crazily. The elastic strips along her thighs loosened and then stretched taut.
He fucked into her half a dozen more times. groaned loudly. and let himself go. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. His cock fucked up her ass to the hilt twitched, and shot out a blast of thick cum that sprayed her ass guts hotly. The jet was huge and sizzling, and suddenly her asshole was awash with steaming cum..
"Shoot it up my. ass! Oh, yes! Spurt your hot jizz all the way up my asshole! she begged. The hollow in her back grew deeper as she arched her ass up at him. She whimpered and moaned with pleasure.
He was groaning deep in his throat as he fucked back and forth. And each time he lunged forward now, a thick jet of spunk shot from his cock. bathing her asshole, filling it to overflowing with hot jism. His belly heaved back and forth crazily. His ass was a blur of motion. He clung to her garter belt and hauled himself into her again and again.
"Fuck me deep! Fuck me deep up the ass!
Shoot it all out! Spurt out your hot cum!" she crooned. "Spurt up my ass! Spurt it all out!"
He did what she asked, filling her asshole, clogging it completely. Cum overflowed and dribbled down over the gaping pink lips of her cunt. Silver gobs hung in her crotch hair and drooled in strings down the insides of her thighs. His cock shone with white slime. Strings of cum hung off the cockshaft each time he pulled back into the open.
And finally he pulled back all the way, shoved his freed cock up at an angle between her upturned ass cheeks. He humped back and forth still, fucking his hard-on in and out of the groove of her ass. He pressed his hand down on his cock, trapping it where it was.
His prick spurted a long streamer of cum up high over her back. The jet of jizz flew so far it anchored itself in her blonde hair, the rest of it splattering along the bumps of her spine. He glared down tensely, studying the silver line so suddenly painted up the length of her back. It glittered and gleamed like mercury.
"Sweet cunt, sweet ass," he mumbled strangely. And he watched as another jet of spunk sprang free and went slithering up over her left shoulder blade. This jet draped itself over her ribs and ended up looped into the small of her back.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she panted, sounding exhausted. She closed her eyes against the pillow and breathed noisily.
He fucked her more and more slowly, still pressing his cock down in the groove between her ass cheeks. And now his prick didn't spurt at all. It just oozed cum like a leaky tap, the thick slime dripping down over the globes of her ass into the small of her back. The jizz gathered there in a growing pool, in the tanned brown dip at the base of her spine.
"You fucked me up the ass. You shoved your big cock up my ass and fucked me there," she muttered, as if she. had to confirm what had just happened to her. "So good. Ohhhh... so good."
"Yeah. What an ass. What a sweet fucking ass," he moaned. Another glob of cum dripped from his cock onto her back.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What's my old man been saying to you? He acts really weird every time I mention your name," Frankie said.
"Oh... nothing much. I don't think he wants us to see so much of each other. He thinks I'm no good for you." Pamela glanced at the boy shyly.
"No good for me? Shit, I know what's good for me. It's none of his fucking business!"
They were walking home from school through the park. Frankie had taken her by the hand and they strolled on now like boyfriend and girlfriend. It made Pamela uncomfort-able. She didn't want a boyfriend. She especially didn't want her childhood friend Frankie as a boyfriend. But she didn't have the heart to pull her hand away.
"Maybe he's right," she said shyly.
"There's stuff you don't know about me, Frankie. Stuff you wouldn't like."
"Yeah? Like what? I've known you since we were kids. I like everything about you."
Pamela blushed and didn't say anything.
How could she ever explain the changes that had been taking place in the last week or so? How could she tell him that she'd had sex with his father?
Frankie was her friend and she wanted him to stay just that. She didn't want to tie herself down to him or to anyone right now. Her life was getting too interesting, too exciting. She was learning new things, having wild, erotic experiences. And she wanted complete freedom to do as she liked.
There were so many exciting older men in the world. They could teach her things that Frankie hadn't even dreamed about. All those cocks to suck, all those balls to lick. And new fucking positions, new places to take a thick prick. She was just getting started with all this. And she loved every minute of it.
Gently, she removed her hand from his. "I think it's best if we stay the way we were before, Frankie. You know, just friends and all. Either that or stop seeing each other altogether. "
"Just because of what the old man said to you? He doesn't know anything. He's just an asshole. "
"He knows more than you think. I mean it, Frankie. Let's just be friends."
"And what about the other day? What about what we did on the pool table? What the fuck was all that about?"
"It was just something I had to try. It was something I needed just then. It didn't mean anything. " He turned his head away suddenly and wouldn't look at her. They walked on for a while in the sunshine, past a baseball diamond and toward a group of trees at the far end of the park. He seemed to be mulling over what she'd said to him. She glanced at him nervously from time to time.
"So you don't want to fuck me anymore. Is that it? You want to fuck other guys?"
"It's not that exactly," she lied.
"Well, the least you can do is be nice to me one last time," he said. "If you're not going to fuck me again, you can do something else for me just one time."
Pamela stared at him. "And what might that be?" She had to ask him, though she had a pretty fair idea what it was.
He grabbed her hand again, but not gently, the way he had before. He was hauling her toward the trees, out of sight of the park foot-paths. When he'd found what he considered to be a private spot, he stopped, leaned back against a thick tree trunk. He planted her hand on the cock bulge in his crotch and smirked at her.
"What? You want me to jerk you off?" she queried.
His cock had already begun to swell in his jeans. She could feel his cock getting more and more solid.
"Mmmmm... " he muttered absently. He had his hand clamped tightly around her wrist, so that she couldn't pull her fingers away.
"Well okay, but you'll have to let go first. can't do anything like this." She gave him an odd grin, as if she were purposely being nice to a naughty boy she was babysitting. She felt so much older than him now. It was as if she'd matured by several years in the past couple of weeks, while Frankie had stayed his same boyish self.
He finally let go of her wrist, and she crouched down alongside him, set about un-buckling his belt. Her fingers found his fly and she tugged it down. Then she was peeling his shorts down over the bulge of his cock. Her hand curled around the half hard bulk of his prick and she began to pump it gently. She glanced up at him and gave him a strange, patient smile.
"I shouldn't be doing this. It's going to be the first and last time," she said. Then she stared at his cock and noted how fast it was swelling in her hand. It seemed he was going to have a hard-on in record time.
Her fist yanked up and down, squeezing his cock with just the right amount of pressure. Her fingers were splayed along its length, for better friction. The purple cockhead thrust out from its sheath of foreskin and winked at her. The cockshaft grew thicker and stiffer with every tug.
"Pull on it like that. Oh, yeah," he said. His head rolled back against the tree trunk and he gazed off into space.
She watched his cock grow, studied it to see if she could detect any similarities to his father's cock. They were rather alike, she decided, though maybe Frankie's cock was just a bit smaller. The shape and color were very similar, and the blue veins that ran up the sides were in exactly the same positions. She wondered vaguely how many other women had fucked a father-son combination.
"That feels so nice. You sure know how to jerk a guy off," Frankie muttered. He was staring down at her now, watching his prick swell in her fist.
She jacked his cock up and down evenly, and her hand made soft flapping sounds in his crotch. She was on her knees, directly in front of him now, and his cock angled up danger-ously before her face. His cock was about eight inches long, and had grown almost as thick as her wrist.
"Just keep your eyes open in case anyone comes by," she warned. "I don't want to get caught jerking a guy off in a park. It would be embarrassing. " She changed hands suddenly bringing up her left to take over from her right without skipping a beat. In a matter of seconds he seemed to be fully stiff. His cock jutted up through her fist like a bat handle. The veins throbbed hard and strong under her fingers.
"Pam... will you do something special for me? Since this is our last time and every-thing. Will you do me a real big favor?"
Here it was, Pamela thought, what she thought he'd wanted in the first place. She continued jacking his prick up and down steadily. And she gazed up into his face with a half smile on her mouth. His cock cast a shadow on her cheek.
"Will you put my cock in your mouth? Please? It would mean a lot to me. Will you take my cock and put it in your mouth?"
She stared at him steadily. "You want me to suck you off? Is that it? You want me to blow you?"
He glared down at her without answering, wondering if she'd get pissed off and leave him there in the park with his prick jutting out of his pants like a steel bar. But suddenly she stopped jerking on him, let his cock swing up and out with its own weight. She brought her head in closer, stuck out her tongue, poked his cockshaft with the tongue tip.
His thick cock swayed to the left and rolled over her face, bumping her nose and coming to rest against the side of her cheek. She had both hands gripped to the backs of his legs. She was simply bringing her face up underneath his prick while she poked it with her tongue.
"Pam... baby... " he muttered. He could feel her tongue probing about on the underside of his prick. Her face was half covered by the looming cockshaft.
"You're very naughty, Frankie," she said. "I shouldn't be doing all this for you. I really shouldn't. " She tilted her head and his cock rolled over to the other side of her face. Her tongue traced down, poked first one ball then the other where they hung out over the elastic of his shorts. She began licking his balls slowly.
"Pam... honey... " She kissed his balls, licked them with slow scrapes of her pink tongue. Then she was moving up the solid column of his cock, hauling her tongue up the length of the cockshaft with long sensuous sweeps. His prick shifted slightly from side to side but she stayed with it. Her tongue curled this way and that, following the path of the wriggling blue veins.
"Oh fuck... Pam, baby... " He thrust his crotch out toward her and leaned his shoulders against the tree. His hands swept her blonde hair up off her face, so that he'd have a clear view of the cocksucking.
"You like it? Does my mouth feel nice?" she teased.
"Oh fuck... Pam... oh fuck!"
Her tongue slid up and down his cockshaft, coated his thick fucker with a wet sheen. Then she dipped down, kissed his balls some more. The whole time she kept her eyes on his face and smiled slightly. She was so cool and confi-dent of her abilities now.
"So you want me to suck you off. But what about when you cum? What am I supposed to do with all your jizz?" she went on, her voice childish. "You want me to swallow it, I suppose. Is that what you want?"
Frankie groaned deeply. What was she trying to do to him? He watched her tongue flick out, poke his cock to the left and then to the right. He watched the big purple cockhead cross over from one side of her face to the other. She was so pretty. Her face was so fresh and young looking in the afternoon sun. It seemed so out of place beneath the looming bulk of his prick.
"Why is it that most guys love to see a girl sucking cock?" she went on, sliding her tongue up till it was just below the flange of his cockhead. "Most guys prefer getting sucked off to fucking, I swear."
He was about to ask her how she would know such a thing, but as he stared down at her she suddenly ovaled her lips and slipped them down over the purple dome of his prick. He felt himself go weak in the knees as she tongued his cockhead. Then her cheeks were hollowing and she sank farther down on the bloated cockshaft, taking in about three hard inches of cockmeat.
"Pam... Ooooooo, baby!" he moaned.
Her lips felt full and soft and wet on his aching cock.
Her head tilted down suddenly and she went to work with a vengeance, sliding her face up and down, sucking him with the tight wet oval of her mouth. Her tongue curled every which way, teasing the underside of his cock, tickling the sides. She was soon taking in five or six inches of prick on each stroke.
"That's great! Oh, yeah! Suck it like that!" he grunted. He was amazed that so much of his cock could disappear into her sweet fresh face.
She had brought up one hand and wrapped it tightly around the base of his cock. Up and down she shucked, jacking his cock like an expert while she sucked. Her other hand had come up to support his ball pouch, and she: was deliberately tickling his balls with her fingertips, driving him out of his mind.
"Pam... where'd you learn... to suck cock like this?" he gasped. "It's fantastic!"
His voice trailed off as she angled her pretty blonde head to one side. His cockhead was bulging out her cheek like some huge growth, distorting it crazily. She turned her face up to him, examined his face for his reaction. Her eyes crinkled up at the sides as she tried to smile with a face full of cock. Then her head tilted back down again and she went on bobbing up and down.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" he groaned. His fingers were tangled up in her bright blonde hair.
He was sagging a little against the tree, his legs spread wide and bent at the knees. His cock was huge and had turned a dangerous bright red color. Her fist pumped up and down on his cock base. Her other hand teased his sizzling ball sac. And all the while her lips and tongue did lewd, amazing things on the bloated prick shaft. He could feel himself losing control.
She seemed to sense that he was close to cumming, and she quickly pulled her mouth off his cock and turned her head up to stare into his face. Her fist continued chugging without missing a beat.
"Are you going to shoot? Are you ready to spurt your jizz?" she purred, her face all sweetness and innocence.
"Ohhhh, fuck... ohhhh, fuck!"
She took his cockhead into her mouth again and ran her tongue around and around it. She pursed her lips, formed a tight seal around the flange of the prickhead. Then she removed her mouth once again and stared at him.
"Do you want me to swallow it? Do you want me to swallow all your hot cum?" she cooed. Her fist was a blur on his reddened prick.
All he could do was whimper helplessly, and something in his voice made her open her mouth wide and prop his spasming cock up against her bottom lip. She jacked his cock up and down, and all the while she glared up into his face with the slightest hint of a smile on her lips. His purple cockhead twitched just below the wet red oval of her mouth.
"Ohhhh!" he gasped, his fingers clawing in her pretty blonde hair. And all at once his cock jerked and fired off a long tracer of silver cum into her gaping mouth.
She blinked slightly but showed no other reaction. She felt the hot stream of cum go ricocheting off the roof of her mouth and over the back of her tongue into her throat. Her fist slowed down on his cock, pumping with slow, lazy tugs. She seemed to be really concen-trating on what she was doing.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck," he croaked, unable to take his eyes off her face. He watched another long jet of spunk fire off from his cock and disappear into the depths of her sweet gaping mouth.
Pamela was perfectly relaxed there on her knees, taking jet after jet of his jizz. She held her mouth open deliberately, so that he could watch every glob spurt between her wide-open lips. Her tongue was stuck out to support the cockhead and soon it was coated with thick gobs of white cum.
A monstrous stream of cock cream spurted across her tongue and disappeared into the back of her mouth. And another, like fast jets of fluid from a hose. He stared down into her mouth, and to his amazement he noticed that she was storing up all the cum. She didn't appear to be swallowing it at all. A thick pool of silver jism was backing up from her throat.
With each successive spurt he could see spunk slithering about between her teeth. One thick string of cum hung from her teeth and another seemed to be dangling from the roof of her mouth. He heard himself groan with lust at what she was doing.
His prick spurted maybe three more times, firing off sizzling streamers of cum that pooled and collected in her mouth. And when he was finished, she kept his cock propped up against her lip while she tilted her head back. Her mouth gaped open. The cum inside swished and swilled about. She was showing it to him, demonstrating her cum collection before swallowing it.
Groaning loudly, he stared down at her. He watched the thick pool of silver cum roll about in her mouth. He saw two small streamers of cum spill from the corners of her lips. Then his eyes widened as she gulped loudly, closing her lips. She swallowed the great mouthful of jizz, while the overflow spilled from her lips and drooled down her chin.
CHAPTER NINE
Pamela had a weird sense of freedom after she'd sucked off Frankie Porter. It was as though something had come to an end and she were free from now on to do as she liked. He would probably try to get her to do more for him in the future, but she wouldn't be interested. She wanted real men now, lots of horny men. Boys her own age just didn't interest her.
She wanted to continue learning more about fucking. She wanted to know all there was to know, to become an expert in every aspect of fucking. She didn't know if there was that much more to experience. After all, she'd had a cock up every fuckhole she possessed. Still, she couldn't help feeling her education wasn't finished.
The man who'd taught her about cock-sucking, Frankie's father, phoned her up several days later. She thought for a while he had found out about her blowing his son in the park. She figured he maybe wanted to give her hell again for corrupting his sensitive boy. But it wasn't that at all. He wanted her to meet somebody.
She got all dressed up for the occasion and hurried over to the address he'd given her. But at first she thought she'd come to the wrong place. The address was a sleazy downtown bar that was closed for renovations. It was completely dark, and looked as though it hadn't been open for some time.
She was about to turn away. The cab she had taken was still purring at the curb. But suddenly the door of the bar heaved open and Mr. Porter was greeting her like a long lost friend. He took her arm, waved the cab away, led her into the dingy interior of the place. He began talking to her as if she were his favorite niece. , "This is my friend AI's bar," he explained.
"There he is with his partner Rollie. I wanted them both to meet you."
Two middle-aged men were sitting at a table at the rear of the bar. The one named Al waved to her lazily while the other simply stared. Al wore a grubby white shirt and blue slacks. Rollie looked like he'd just stepped in from a construction gang. Pamela smiled at them nervously and squinted. The place was so dark and dingy.
"I hope you aren't going to ask me for money," she joked, standing with Porter and gazing at the two men. "I didn't bring any."
Al grunted. "No need for that baby. You're welcome here anytime. Phil's told us all about you. " Pamela blushed, wondering just how much Phil really had told them. Had he said he'd taken her to a sleazy motel and taught her to lick his balls and suck his cock? Had he told them how he'd fucked her face and shot cum in her mouth? She suddenly felt very self--conscious under the gaze of the two men.
They had her sit down at the table with them and gave her what she wanted to drink. The place really was a fully stocked bar that they were in the process of fixing up to attract a better crowd, as AI put it. The process was just taking longer than they thought, he explained. He then went on to tell her how he'd bought the place way back when, and how Rollie had joined him as a partner a few years back.
Pamela began to wonder why she'd been invited. The three men had obviously been there for some time and were feeling no pain. She stared about her, examined the bar, and shifted in her seat as AI and especially Rollie eyed her hungrily. From the way they stared at her, it was obvious Phil Porter had given them some juicy details of his fuck session with her in the motel.
Finally, when the drink she'd been given was beginning to make her head spin a little, Pamela found out what they wanted of her. In a weird way it didn't surprise her. She wasn't offended or shocked. In fact, as AI brought up the subject and then soothed and coaxed her, she found herself getting excited at the suggestion.
"You want me to take off my clothes for you? Right here? You want me to strip for you?" she gasped. Her eyes darted from one man's face to the next. She began to breathe heavily.
"Yeah," Al said. "Phil's told us what a knockout you are. We can see he's right even when you're fully dressed. We'd just like to see more. As a special favor, you understand."
"But here... in a bar and everything... " she began, her voice wary. Actually the location was bothering her less than the thought of being naked before three middle- aged men. But there was something about the lewd suggestion that gave her a special thrill. It would be another new experience.
Al winked at her and leaned over to flick a switch. Six feet 'away, in a corner, a large elevated platform was suddenly bathed in pink light. It was really a small carpeted stage, the kind that strippers or smalltime entertainers used in places like this. It had two levels, so that a performer could sit up there.
"Rollie and I just had it put in. It's for special talent," AI explained. "How would you like to be the first to use it? Go on, give us a little show. There's nobody here but us."
Pamela blushed all over again, and for some time she didn't know what to say. She stared at the warmly lit stage, her heart racing. Without thinking, she took several deep gulps of her strong drink. The three men were watching her patiently.
She was thinking of high school, of all things, and of how shy she'd been for as long as she could remember. Teachers were always asking her to be in school plays because of her striking good looks, and she had always turned them down.
Of course taking off her clothes, stripping for a group of horny men, was hardly the same thing as appearing in a dramatic production with lines to read. But it was performing, in a way, wasn't it? She would be the center of attention. She had a sudden urge to get up and do it. She took a deep breath, swigged one more gulp of her drink, and stood up.
"Atta girl! Go for it! Show us some tit!" Al beamed enthusiastically. He actually applaud-ed as she strode to the elevated platform and climbed onto it.
The other two men simply watched her.
Rollie leaned forward in his chair.
On the platform, bathed in pink light, Pamela shaded her eyes and gazed back into the darkened bar. She could barely see the men. They were only shadows off in the gloom. She felt strangely alone and vulnerable up there on the stage. She stepped about nervously before she began.
Thrusting out her hips in what she hoped was a sexy pose, she reached back and un-wrapped the rear loops of her stylish print dress. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and let the dress fold open in front of her. Then she slipped it off her shoulders and held it bunched over her arms for a while.
She gazed off into the gloom and tried to judge the reactions of the men. She thought she heard an intake of breath and a muttered curse from Rollie. She smiled a sweet smile to herself and proceeded, trying deliberately not to rush things. It suddenly occurred to her that she had really nothing to remove except the dress. But then, what she had on underneath was special.
She'd felt sure that this evening would end up in sex with Frankie's father. When he phoned her she had no doubts about that. And so she'd dressed up in special items she'd bought recently in the hopes of exciting him. She'd been inspired by Mr. Phelps' gift of garter belt and stockings and wild bra.
The dress slipped down and soon both big tits were visible in a black string bra that made them bulge out lewdly. It was the same harness that Phelps had given her, but in black. It did nothing to hide her tits and only made them jut out farther. The light fell across her tits and the stiffening nipples cast shadows on the lower slopes of her tits.
"Jesus Christ," she heard someone gulp in the darkness. "The little bitch really came dressed for action, didn't she?"
The dress dropped' farther, and now she opened it wide in front of her, let the men see the rest of her lewd outfit. A lacy black garter belt snaked across her flat brown belly. Sheer black stockings covered her legs to the tops of her thighs. She was wearing no panties, and the tufted bush of her cunt bristled up between the black strips of the garters running up her thighs.
"Fuck, look at that! Sonovabitch!' some-one groaned. It sounded like Rollie.
"Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you she was something?" Mr. Porter said.
"What a hot little bitch," Al grunted. Pamela was pleased at the reaction she was getting, and the last shreds of nervousness fell from her as she stepped lightly about the brightly lit platform. She held the dress draped over both arms still, and wide open in front of her. She moved with slow, relaxed motions, gaining in confidence by the second.
She let the dress fall from her at last and tossed it over onto the higher part of the plat-form. Then she sat down beside it, her slender legs angled out in front of her. Her black garters loosened and then grew taut as she shifted and moved. She planted a hand on each knee and leaned forward slowly.
Her big tits swayed out in front of her, the nipples growing longer by the second. They separated slightly and wobbled erotically, not held back at all by the string bra. The pink light played over her tits and seemed to stress their size and firmness. They were full and perfectly shaped tits, young and springy.
One of the men she thought it was Rollie- stood up and came over to get a closer look. He stood just outside the circle of light, so that she couldn't see his face. She could hear him breathing, though. He was kind of snorting, as if he'd been running. Her sexy little act was obviously having an effect on him.
Then the other two men were at his side, also still in the shadow. They stood on either side of him and gazed at her without speaking. She swayed back, eased herself over till she was lying across the upper part of the carpeted platform. Her big tits rolled back and joggled, separating on her chest. She smiled up at the three men teasingly. She licked a pink tongue over her full red lips.
"Am I pretty? Do you like what you see?" she purred.
And now she was hooking her legs up onto the higher level of the platform, spreading them, showing the men the splitting pink gash of her cunt. Her fingers touched the thick outer slabs of her cunt. She pried them gently apart.
"Sonovabitch," Rollie groaned. "What a sweet little cock teaser. "
"Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you guys?" Porter hissed. He was like a small boy showing off a new toy to his friends.
Pamela rolled about on the platform for them, letting her legs sway wide apart. Her cunt cracked open as she pulled on the outer cuntlips. The bright pink flesh glimmered under the light. She'd obviously lost all her shyness. She was writhing about for the men like a horny whore.
She felt so sexy. She'd never felt quite this way before. She tried to imagine what she must look like, writhing about there for the three of them, dressed in nothing but her garter belt and stockings and her crazy bra. Just trying to picture it made her head reel. And she felt her cunt dampening as she played her fingers about on her pussylips.
The pink light was warming her, bathing her in a lovely glow. And all her fear was gone. She wanted the three men to see her naked like this, wanted them to see every lewd inch of her body. She wanted to show them everything. And she wanted them to touch her, to feel her, to put their fingers on her tits, her ass, her cunt. She wanted them to maul her.
"Am I pretty?" she repeated, her voice suggesting a little girl pout. "Do I have pretty titties? And how about my little pussy? Do I have a pretty pussy?"
There were grunts and groans from the men, but none of them made a move toward her. They stood just outside the strong circle of light, watching her wriggle and writhe in front of them. Occasionally they swore, and called her a slut and a cunt and a whore under their breaths. But the words only seemed to spur her on. She spread her cuntlips even wider for them.
"Isn't it pretty? Don't you want to touch it?" she purred. "Do you want to shove your fingers in there? And your cocks?"
It occurred to her that this was what she wanted more than anything. She wanted their fingers all over her, in her cunt. And she wanted their cocks. She wanted to feel hard cocks throbbing inside her. But maybe she'd have to wait a while for all that. She still had more teasing to do.
"Little slut. Whore... bitch," Rollie muttered from the shadows. He shifted nervously from foot to foot.
Pamela let go of her cuntlips suddenly and rolled onto her side. Then she was flipping over onto her belly, thrusting her naked ass into the air. She lowered her head onto her hands on the carpet, heaved her ass high. She bent her knees, spread her thighs, wiggled about in front of the men. They had a perfect view between the pale globes of her ass. Her asshole and gaping tufted cunt were on exhibit for them. "Holy fuck, what a hot little cunt," Al grunted.
"What a tease. What a cocksucking tease," Rollie added.
The three men were growing too restless to control themselves much longer. She smiled to herself at the effect she was having on them. It was as though she had the three middle-aged men in the palm of her hand. She felt proud.
But she was reaching the limit, she realized.
A girl couldn't cock tease three horny men for long without having to do something about it. There were probably three hard-ons in back of her that she was responsible. for. She heard a scraping of zippers and a clinking of belts being opened right then. The men were un-dressing there in the shadows.
Pamela snaked a hand up between her legs and placed her fingers again on the swollen damp slabs of her cuntlips. She pried her pussylips apart, showed the men the shining pink flesh inside her cunt. She really was horny as hell.
There were more sounds of clothes being removed, and a muffled curse as Rollie got a foot stuck in his tangled pants. Curious, Pamela let go of her cunt and raised up onto her hands and knees. She swiveled round slowly to face the men. She squinted her eyes and peered off into the gloom, trying to pick out each of them. For a moment she could see nothing.
Then a weird thing happened. All three men were standing in the shadows, completely naked as far as she could tell. They were in a semicircle, facing her. One at a time they stepped forward so that just the swinging shafts of their cocks poked out into the bright pink white light. Their faces and bodies remained in the darkness. She couldn't tell which man was which, and it gave her a strange thrill.
The three cocks jutted out into the light, each one distinct from the others. But they might have been the cocks of absolute strangers. She thought she recognized Porter's cock, but she wasn't sure. There was some-thing about the situation that thrilled her. Three cocks. Three strange men. What a dirty, kinky situation!
"You want to suck 'em, bitch? You want to suck our big cocks?" someone said.
"All of them? All three cocks? You want me to suck all three big hot cocks?" she murmured. She was still on her hands and knees in front of them.
"All three, baby. All three," someone answered.
The cocks weren't even fully erect. But they were huge. Thick and bloated and ugly. Great wriggling blue veins pulsed in the cock shafts, as if they were about to burst. The monstrous purple cockheads winked at her lewdly.
One cock jutted straight out into the light, pointing right at her. It twitched a little in the air, swayed a bit from left to right as its owner moved. Even as she watched, the cock seemed to angle up higher, like a boom being cranked. It was about eight inches long, and before long would be even bigger.
The cock on the left was thicker, heavier, and it angled down slightly from its forest of crotch hair, pointing to the floor. The light fell across the prick from one side and a fat blue vein stood out boldly. This cock looked nearly ten inches long, and it had a bend in it midway up its trunk.
The third cock, the one in the center, was the biggest, meanest, ugliest thing Pamela had ever seen. It was much thicker than her wrist, and its bulk forced it to droop down heavily, even though it was partially hard. It was covered with big pulsing blue veins that appeared about to explode at any second. This cock was so swollen it had turned a darker color, till it was almost black. It was nearly a foot long.
"You gonna stare at them all day or suck 'em?" someone grunted. "What's the matter? You don't like big cocks?"
"They're just... so big... I never saw anything like them before," she murmured. And shyly, she reached out a hand, touched the underside of the cock that was stiffest. It was hot to the touch.
She raised her other hand, and brought it up under the middle sized cock, lifting it toward her. This cock was much heavier than the first. She could feel the bulk of it on her fingers. She gazed from one cockhead to the other, examined them carefully. She wished she had all the time in the world. She wished she could study all the cocks in detail. But the men were very restless.
"You like 'em, baby? You like the look of 'em?" someone said. "Squeeze 'em, baby. Take these cocks in your hands and pull on 'em."
Pamela curled her fingers around first one cock then the other. She squeezed gently, began to jerk up and down on the cock shafts with gentle tugs of her fist. And once she had a rhythm going she stared at the third cock, the one directly in front of her. It had swayed up slightly, in spite of its weight. The cock pointed down directly between her tits.
"Yeah, baby. Like that," someone muttered. "Jerk us off just like that."
"Pump it, sweetie. Pump that prick good," someone else hissed.
Pamela did as she was told, tugging the two cocks steadily. She could feel them thickening, stiffening, growing longer in her hands. She smiled with satisfaction. Then the owner of the biggest cock gripped it around its base, tilted it up toward her sweet face. He thrust his prick forward, and she knew what he wanted. She lowered her head and opened her mouth wide.
CHAPTER TEN
Pamela's tongue stuck out far from her wet red mouth as she tilted her head. She had painted her lips with a thick layer of red gloss and daubed her eyelids with dark blue shadow. She looked like a model on the cover of some fashion magazine. But inches from her face loomed the huge ugly bulk of cock-meat. And all at once a purple prick head was slotted into the sweet oval of her mouth.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my big hard cock!"
She finally recognized it as Rollie's voice.
He was the owner of the biggest, ugliest prick she had ever seen.
She pumped up and down with her fists on the other two monster cocks, yanking them to full stiffness. And in the meantime Rollie supported his prick with both hands, forced it farther and farther into her glistening mouth. Her lipstick smudged off onto the bloated shaft of his cock.
She could get no more than two or three inches of the amazingly thick cock into her mouth. After that she started to gag. Her lips were stretched to the tearing point around the swollen fucker. All she could do was flick her tongue back and forth along the underside. Her cheeks swelled and hollowed crazily. Her nostrils flared and snorted.
"Too much cock for you, baby?" Rollie sneered. "Too much cock for your sweet little mouth?"
He held his prick out for her like a giant hose, with both hands wrapped around its base. He didn't try to force her head down onto his cock. For the moment, he was content with the touch of her sweet warm lips around the cockshaft and the feel of her tongue flicking around the underside of his cockhead.
She tried to fuck her face up and down gently.
"That thing will choke her, Rollie," AI said.
"That's too much cock for any woman. Give her a break."
Rollie grunted and shoved another fat inch of prick meat between her lips. He loved the sight of her pretty blonde head bobbing up and down on his cock, and the way her lipstick smeared off on the cockshaft. The pink white light made her hair look almost luminous. Her red mouth and dark blue eyelids showed up all the more clearly.
She squatted there on her knees for some time, sucking Rollie's monster cock and jerking on the other two pricks evenly. Then all at once Rollie was pulling his cock from her mouth and gripping her in back of her head with one beefy hand. He held his cock still with his other hand, and began steering his prick head every which way on her face, rub-bing his cock harshly onto her cheeks and nose.
"Hot bitch! Dirty hot slut!" he grunted.
And he smeared his cockhead over her fore-head and into one clenched eye. Then he was rubbing his cock into her other eye, and down her cheek, and across her gasping mouth.
"What the fuck you doing, Rollie? Shit!" Porter grunted.
He didn't answer. He kept smudging his cock every which way on the teenager's sweet face. Then he was plunging the cockhead back into her mouth and making her suck it some more. She let him do as he liked. She was long past being shocked by anything men liked to do with their cocks.
This went on for some time, until the other two men began to complain and insist that they get their fair share of sucking. Then, while Pamela turned first to the left and then to the right, Rollie contented himself with smearing his cock against her cheek or ear. His prick had begun to leak and her face was soon streaked with pre-cum. The cocks on her left and right were fully erect now, and as she sank her mouth down on first one then the other, her lips were again stretched almost to the snapping point. But neither cock was the size of Rollie's, and she could suck in longer lengths of prick shaft. She took in over half of each cock on her down strokes.
"What a cocksucker! Sweet Christ!" Al groaned. His cock was buried in her face at the time.
"Eat it, sweetie. Eat my cock," Porter drooled when she turned to him.
Rollie said nothing for the time being. But at last he pulled his cock off her face and said: "Gotta fuck her. Gotta fuck the sweet little bitch!"
He left the other two men standing in front of her and moved around in the shadows till he came up behind her. Her legs were spread, her knees on the carpet. She was almost upright, but he shoved her down till he could see the tufted gash of her gaping cunt. He climbed down behind her, cock in hand. He began nosing his prick about under the crook of her thighs. "Mmmmm!" she moaned, her mouth stuffed with Porter's thick cock. She felt Rollie's cockhead graze her ass cheek then poke at her greasy cuntlips. Suddenly he was shoving forward, and the monster bulk of his prick was fucking into her cunt.
"She's so wet! She's so fucking wet!" he grunted. Three inches, four inches, five inches of fat cock disappeared between her legs.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" she moaned again. And then she was pulling her mouth off Porter's cock, twisting her head to gaze back at Rollie. She opened her mouth. She clenched her eyes shut. She seemed about to scream with lust and pleasure.
But before she could make a sound, AI had pulled her face around toward him. He rammed six inches of bloated prick into her mouth and the only noise they heard was a muffled wet gulp. Rollie fucked another three inches of prick into her cunt and forced her forward onto AI's prick.
"Sweet bitch! Sweet bitch!" Rollie groaned. He gripped the rear loop of her garter belt and began fucking her steadily. He couldn't get all his colossal cock inside her pussy. It was impossible. But her cunt absorbed over two thirds the bloated cockshaft. His prick made wet slurping sounds each time it fucked into her.
"She took his cock! She took damn near the whole thing!" Porter groaned, watching. the fucking.
Then he was distracted as she spit out AI's prick and swung her mouth over to suck in his own. She wasn't moaning now. She wasn't making any sound at all. She was too busy sucking first one cock then the other while Rollie fucked her cunt.
The three men were still in shadow while Pamela's body glowed in the bright pink light. Her back arched deeply and her big tits dangled below her like ripe fruit. Back and forth the men humped their hips, fucking their cocks into her cunt or her mouth or her hand. And she accepted them all willingly, without a word of protest or complaint. She simply hummed softly to herself.
"Hot bitch! Hot cocksucking bitch!" Al moaned. He was copying Rollie now, and each time she moved off his own cock to suck Porter he rubbed his prickhead into her cheek or nose or forehead. He even poked at her ear.
"Take it deep! Take it deep up your cunt, girlie," Rollie grunted. He tugged her back by her garter belt, forced her pussy again and again onto his hardened cock.
They fucked her this way for some time, until both AI and Porter insisted they get to fuck her cunt, too. Rollie resisted for as long as he could, fucking his prick in and out of her with no sign of letting up. But finally he agreed to change places, and Al came down to kneel behind her and ram his prick up her pussy. Rollie took his place beside Porter to get his share of the sucking.
After maybe ten minutes Porter came down to take AI's place, and so on, till they'd each had a chance to fuck her cunt from behind. Pamela stayed patiently on her knees the whole time, like a bitch in heat letting all the males use her. She dutifully sucked or jerked on whichever cocks weren't in her cunt at the time.
"What a hot little slut! What a cock teasing bitch!" Al groaned.
"She can't get enough fucking cock!" Rollie added.
Pamela's head reeled. She couldn't get over the sexiness of what she was doing. She was fucking and sucking three middle-aged men, all at the same time. She was letting them do what they liked with her. And the dirty names they called her only added to her excitement. She was surrounded with cock, and she was loving every minute of it.
She figured she'd gone about as far as she could go. What more could a girl do than let herself be gangbanged by three horny men with horse cocks? But Rollie still had a suggestion or two that caught her off balance and made her heart pound. What he wanted to do to her next damn near made her swoon. It was the dirtiest thing she'd ever heard of.
"All three of us inside her at the same time?" Porter was saying. "You think she can take it? She's so fucking small."
"She can take it," Rollie answered. "Shit, look at her. This little bitch can take all the cock we can give her and more. She fucking loves it. She craves it.".
And before Pamela quite realized what was happening, she was being turned around, lifted up, and lowered down onto the up thrust spike of Porter's cock. He was flat on his back on the platform, holding his cock upright in his fist. And the other two men were clutching her by her arms, lowering her onto him. Her legs were spread wide, bent at the knees. Her cunt was wide open and gaping.
Porter's cock grazed her stocking top, slid up her thigh, then poked harshly against her pulpy cuntlips. His cockhead slipped inside her pussy easily, and Al and Rollie let her slide down onto the stiff cock. In a couple of seconds the prick was buried in her cunt to the hilt.
She sank forward against Porter's body, her big tits scraping his chest and mashing flat. Then she felt a second cock poking at her ass cheek, slipping into the groove and searching for her asshole. So it was true, she thought, moaning aloud. They were really going to fuck her up the ass and up the cunt at the same time. What a dirty, kinky, thrilling thing to do! She clenched her teeth in preparation.
"What an ass! What a tight little ass!" AI was grunting. He was squatting behind her, his hand planted in the small of her back. His other hand was wrapped around his cock and he was slotting it up against the puckered ring of her asshole. He bent his knees, lowered himself. Her ass cheeks folded tightly around the bulk of his prick.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped, scarcely believing what they were doing to her. "Up my ass! Up my ass and up my cunt at the same time!"
"And in your cock sucking little mouth too, don't forget," Rollie grunted. He was standing to one side of her, watching how Al was doing behind her. His foot long prick loomed heavily beside her head.
Pamela groaned. She'd never dreamed such things were possible. But it was happening to her. There was no doubt of that. Porter's cock throbbed heavily in her cunt, and AI's cock had already begun to open the sweet bud of her asshole. His cockhead was bearing down harder and harder, and her puckered ass ring was expanding, folding itself by degrees over his cockhead.
"So much cock! Ohhhh!" she groaned. And she lowered her head and let her blonde hair tumble over Porter's face. Her hard nipples were scratching his chest harshly.
"It's going! It's going!" Al raved. And he glared down and watched as his cockhead and then inch after inch of bloated prick shaft slid up her asshole.
Rollie watched with him as the cock slowly but surely disappeared up her ass. Three inches, four inches, five inches vanished between her springy ass cheeks. And Al didn't stop till damn near all the thick prick was ,. gone. His balls came to rest just inches above Potter's curving cock and hairy ball sac.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Al groaned. He paused for a second to suck in some air. His face was deeply flushed.
"Fuck her! Fuck her hard!" Rollie ordered.
And he grabbed her shoulder, raised her up off Porter's chest and turned her face toward him. He gripped his cock, scraped the cock head across her mouth. Then he fucked as much of it as he could between her gasping lips.
"Mmmmm Mmmfff!" Pamela groaned, half out of her mind with lust and excitement.
Three cocks! She had three cocks inside her at the same time. The notion made her feel faint.
All at once, all three men seemed to be jerking, bucking into her, fucking their cocks as deep as they would go. Even Porter, crushed below them into the platform, was twitching his ass off the carpet, fucking his prick between her sweet wet cuntlips.
Her lower body felt numb, stuffed as it was with cock. She didn't feel any discomfort, or any sensation at all down there. What she was most aware of was Rollie's huge prick fucking back and forth in her mouth.. He was forcing four or five inches into her face at each fuck -lunge. The cockhead bumped against the roof of her mouth and plunged Into the back of her throat.
And on and on it went, for many long minutes, the three men panting and grunting, fucking their cocks into the sweet willing teenager. After a while she lost track of time, forgot where she was or who these strange horny men were. To her, they became just so many cocks, just o many inches of thick bloated cockmeat bucking and fucking inside her. She was lost in a sweet dreamy sex daze.
She was vaguely aware of their hands on her, lifting her, shifting her, rolling her onto her back on the carpeted platform. Her ass, her cunt, even her mouth were suddenly empty, and she wondered what was going on.
Her eyes came into focus slowly. It took her several seconds to figure out the new situation. When she did, she accepted it willingly.
Rollie was sitting on top of her, squatting on her rib cage, his huge bloated cock fucking back and forth between her tits. He was pressing the tits together, forming a tunnel for his cock to fuck. He was sliding his ass back and forth on top of her, plowing her cleavage. The purple head of his prick kept thrusting with an inch or two of her chin.
Al and Porter were kneeling on either side of her, jerking off. They aimed their cocks at her face, pumped them rapidly in their fists just inches from her gasping mouth. She could hear their foreskins snapping wetly and see the blur of both men's' fists. It was obvious that they were very near to climaxing.
"In her face! Spurt your cum in her cock-sucking face!" Rollie instructed. He was glaring down at her like a man possessed. Clearly, he was close to cumming, himself.
Pamela gazed up with dazed eyes, watching the three purple cockheads for telltale signs of twitching. It didn't shock her at all that the three men intended spurting cum all over her face. Nothing shocked her anymore.
She gaped her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue in preparation. And her big blue eyes flicked from one cock to the next in anticipation. She wondered who would cum first. Who would be the first to shoot? She felt as though she were in front of a firing squad. But then when the first jet of jizz came, she couldn't be sure where it came from. The air above her simply seemed to explode in a blizzard of white cum.
Porter and Al came at exactly the same time.
Huge streamers of cum fired off from their cock tips and collided in midair before splat-tering down onto Pamela's upturned face. A thick greasy rope of cum ended up draped from one cheek to the other across the bridge of her nose. Another ribbon split into several heavy globs and cascaded from her jaw line to her forehead, crossing her left eye in the process.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she gasped, clenching her eyes shut tightly and wincing under the downpour.
Another jet of cum slithered off across her upper lip and alongside her mouth. Yet another splattered across her other eye at an angle, matting the lashes together and hanging off them like a fat silver tear.
"hi her face! Splatter her!" Rollie was raving, watching all this while still fucking her tits. Two more thick jets sprang out, one falling across her outstretched tongue, the other spinning up one side of her nose and down the other. Cum suddenly seemed be everywhere in her sweet face.
Pamela lapped up the thick wad of cum on her tongue, drawing it into her mouth and smacking her lips hungrily. And as soon as she'd tasted the thick jizz she stuck out her tongue for more, gaped her lips wide with longing. The remains of her lipstick were smeared across her mouth messily.
Immediately, both AI and Porter tilted their cocks down and sprayed out a jet each into her gasping, eager mouth. Both jets of jizz were enormous, and they bounced off her tongue and shot into her mouth in a flash, leaving her gagging and coughing. She closed her mouth, tried to swallow, spilled out thick wads of cock cream that flowed overflow down her chin and cheeks. Her lips glistened.
And now each splattering jet smashed onto her closed mouth and ricocheted every which way, spangling her face with fat ribbons of white. Ropes of creamy cum spiraled out from her mouth like spokes in a wheel. Her cheeks were crisscrossed with cum, her chin was glittering. Thick strings of jism hung off her nose and eyelashes.
Then Rollie groaned heavily, like an old bear, and he was lifting his cock from between her tits, planting its head on her cum soiled chin. His hand slid along his cock and a giant ripple went up the length of the monster prick. He let out a roar as he lost control and shot his cum load.
Pamela's face was suddenly awash with creamy cum. It was as if someone had just dumped a bowl of cream on her. Rollie's cock didn't so much spurt as ooze, and the result was that each successive twitch sent a breaker of jizz rolling across her features. Her cheeks, her chin, her nose were all suddenly smothered in cock cream.
She had opened her mouth again, her throat clear at last of the cum from Al and Porter. Now a great thick wall of white cum fell down between her lips, coated her tongue, squished between her cheeks and gums. Then more cum flowed in, until she was gagging again. Her tongue was trying to force the heavy cum blanket back up from her mouth. It was hopeless. In seconds her mouth was clogged to overflowing with cum.
"Bitch! Cunt! Cocksucker!" someone yelled.
"Whore! Spunk eater!" grunted someone else.
Pamela could no longer identify the voices.
She was buried, smothered under a blanket of slimy cock cream. And the men weren't finished yet. Al and Porter shot heavy cum pellets across her forehead and into her hair, into her eyes and over her cheeks. And all the while, Rollie splattered her mouth, seemingly intent on drowning her in jizz.
But Pamela Williams was calm and confi-dent under the blizzard of jizz. She would survive to suck cock another day. Nothing could scare her now, when it came to sex. Men could do anything to her, any filthy, dirty, kinky thing. And she would accept it, enjoy it whenever she could. She was a new person. It was as if she were born again.
