Two words that come to mind when one thinks of adolescence are energy and curiosity. These qualities are what make the teenage years so exciting. Life is spread out before us as new adventures wait to be embarked upon and insights about life are yet to be discovered. It seems nothing could go wrong, and we jump into new situations with unrestrained exuberance. It's a time for experimentation with drugs, dating, your first car.
HORNY SUCKING BABYSITTER-is the story of one such teenager, Angie, who finds more excitement than she bargained for-or than she ever imagined possible. This innocent teenager finds herself facing tough moral questions, concerning such issues as self control and lifestyle, whose answers could have lifelong consequences. There are also those day-to-day personal decisions that are more important to her life than such things as politics and the world situation.
Consequently, growing up for Angie is no easier than it has been for other throughout the ages, which we will find as she explores her values in this novel.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Suck my cock, don't just stare at it," Danny Wood grunted. "Shit, we don't have all night, you know."
He was leaning back against the kitchen table, his shirt open, his pants and shorts down around his ankles. Angle was on her knees on the floor in front of him, his cock cradled in her fingers. She was turning his half-soft prick this way and that, examining it closely, as if she'd never seen anything so fantastic in her whole life. She licked her lips and made than shine.
"We have lots of time. They said they wouldn't be home before midnight," she purred. She continued studying his growing cock, her eyes following an ugly blue vein up his prickshaft and into his crotch hair.
It was always the same when she had Danny visit her while she was babysitting. He was always nervous and scared that the couple would come home early. He would never let her go slow and play with his cock the way she liked to do. He wanted her to fuck him or suck him off almost as soon as he walked through the door. It really was irritating.
"Well fuck, you've been staring at it for five minutes," he went on. "You haven't even kissed it yet!"
Just to keep him quiet, she leaned forward and planted her full soft lips against the front of the hanging prickshaft. Her hand still clasped him gently, supporting his cock while she kissed it. She felt the sudden surge of power in it as her lips touched him. His cock trembled in her fingers and angled farther out from his hairy crotch.
"Happy now?" she cooed up at him. A smudge of bright-red lipstick had come off on- to his cockshaft.
He didn't answer. His hands clenched the edge of the kitchen table and he glared down at her. Her big blue eyes were teasing and full of fun. Her mouth was half open and he could see her perfectly even teeth. Her lovely blonde hair fell down in squiggles on either side of her young face. He felt a new tenseness in his balls.
"You boys can be so silly!" She grinned, turning her attention back to his swelling prick. "It's so much nicer when we take it slow."
She firmly believed this. There was nothing she liked better than taking her time with a small limp cock, making it swell and grow with her hand and her mouth. She loved it. But because both she and her boyfriend still lived at home with parents, it often wasn't possible. Half the time, they had to make out in the back of his car or some place just as ridiculous. It was cramped and uncomfortable and there was always the danger of being discovered.
At the homes where she babysat, they were always guaranteed at least a couple of hours to themselves, and she couldn't understand why he was always so nervous. Tonight the Stewarts had said they'd be home after midnight, and it wasn't yet ten o'clock. Angie had even suggested to Danny that they go use the spare bedroom, where they could really relax.
He had refused.
"If you don't start sucking it soon," Danny croaked, 'Til be shooting off in your face. You'll end up with a face full of cum."
She kissed his cock shaft one more time and smiled up at him again. "And what's wrong with that?" she teased. "I think that would be kind of fun."
He groaned. Sometimes he really didn't understand Angie. She could say such weird, offbeat things. She had the full, curved body of a full-grown woman but the face of a sweet, innocent and very young teenager. He never knew quite how to take her. Then she said something lewd and really threw him for a loop. He couldn't even begin to figure her out.
She continued to stare up at him with her teasing eyes, but now she was licking his cock with long slow sweeps of her tongue. She held it first to one side of her face, then to the other, attacking it like she would an ice cream cone. His prickshaft thickened in her fist. She could feel the power flowing into it. And his cock was arcing out from his crotch like the branch of a tree.
"Ohhh, ohhh," he moaned. He clenched his eyes shut from time to time, but he couldn't take them off her face for long. She was so pretty and young-looking.
His cock was growing huge in her fist. She shucked his prickshaft up and down gently to make it even bigger. She dipped her head lower and began to lick and tease his dangling ball-sac with her tongue. She chased his balls blindly with her mouth, keeping her eyes on his face the whole time.
"Jesus, Angie, what the fuck are you trying to do to me? You know I can't stand much teasing," he groaned. Her mouth caught one of his balls and made him gasp. She was tickling his ball with her tongue, playing with it as if it was a piece of candy. Then she let his ball plop into her mouth softly.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, flopping his ball around inside her mouth. She held it on her tongue and bumped it about from side to side, bathing it in the warm wetness of her mouth.
"Jesus, Angie, ohhhh... " he croaked.
She spit out his ball, moved over to the other one, and sucked it into her mouth with one expert movement of her head. She gave this one the same treatment, tickling it with her tongue and tugging gently with her lips so that the skin of his ball-sac stretched slightly. Tiny beads of saliva hung from the tiny hairs sprouting from his balls.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," he moaned. His balls felt like they were melting. Her tongue tapped his captured ball with tiny swipes. The wet heat of her mouth was sizzling.
"You like that? You like me to lick your balls?" she asked brightly, slopping the second ball from her lips. It was the first time she'd done that for him and she was curious about his reaction. She always liked to know how well she was doing.
But Danny was in no position to tell her. He was glaring down at her as if he was in a trance. His cock stuck up through her fist now like a nine-inch reddened club. The mushroom-shaped cockhead was an angry purple color. Her hand made wet squeaking noises as she worked it up and down on his bloated prickshaft. She smiled up at him prettily.
"Nnnnnnnn," he groaned. His knuckles were white where they gripped the table edge.
"You want me to suck your cock now? You think it's time?" she purred. Her gaze suddenly fell to focus on his mighty prick and her mouth opened in mock shock. "My goodness, I think it is. I think it's high time I gave that naughty cock of yours a good sucking."
Her lovely red lips formed an oval. She leaned forward, and soon his bloated purple cockhead was planted in the soft wet circle of her mouth. She eased down and let his cockhead slide effortlessly between her lips and onto her tongue. Then she tilted her head and fed inch after inch of hard cock into her face.
"Nnnnnnn," he whimpered. He spread his thighs wider and planted his feet firmly on the floor, as if he was expecting a real ride in the next few minutes.
Angie knelt up higher on the floor, angling her neck and face so that she could swallow most of his thick cock at will. She held his cock base firmly in her fist and her fingers began to move up and down in sequence with her mouth. Wet sucking sounds grew louder as she started her steady rhythm on his prick.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, as if she was eating something rare and delicious. Up and down, bobbed her pretty blonde head. Her lips folded back and forth on his swollen prick.
His hands left the table and came up to the sides of her head. He swept her platinum hair up off her face and kept it there. He wanted a perfect view of Angie's sweet young face as she sucked him off. He loved the sight of her flushed cheeks hollowing and swelling in turn on his cockmeat.
"Ssssssmmmmmm," she gloated, driving her face so far down on his cock that her lips nipped at his crotch hair. She closed her eyes in concentration and breathed through her nose. Up and down, up and down, she worked her mouth.
Angie loved the feeling of cock in her mouth. She loved the feeling of power it gave her. Boys were so helpless when you sucked them. They could do nothing but lie back and wait for a girl to do what she wanted, at whatever pace she chose. They were like helpless little children when a girl sucked them.
And the feel of a hard hot hunk of cock in her mouth was so sexy, so weird, somehow. His cock trembled and swelled between her lips and she could feel every wriggle of vein in its side. It had thickened so much that her full pouty lips were sealed tight around its bulk.
"Oh, Angie, that feds great... stick it. Suck it deep," he murmured. His chest was rising and failing with his deep breaths.
"Ssssssmmmm," she slobbered, stuffing her pretty nose into his crotch hair then rising up so that only his cock head was stuck inside her mouth. Her tongue was underneath his prick and she tickled him with it, flicking it from side to side. Her hand had come up to cup his balls and her fingers massaged him expertly.
"You could drive a guy crazy, Angie, with that mouth of yours," he croaked. "You're the best. You're the best cocksucker I know."
Angie wasn't sure how to take that last remark, but then she was too busy to worry about it. His cock had grown as hard as granite and she suspected it wouldn't be long before he exploded. She could feel the veins in the side of his cock swollen to bursting point. His cockhead had inflated to the size of a huge golf ball.
"Your tongue is wild. I think... ohhh!" he gasped. His thighs were flexing tensely, as if he was about to stand up straight. But he was still arced over her, his belly hollowed, his hands on the sides of her head. One foot scraped across the floor.
"Ssssssmmmmm," she purred, her voice heavy with lust. She was obviously enjoying herself enormously.
"Angie, baby... " he croaked. He sounded as though his balls were about to burst.
She increased her speed, bobbing her blonde head crazily on top of his swollen cock. Her fist was now wrapped firmly around his cock base and she was jacking him with short, expert tugs. As fast as she was going, her mouth still seemed to pause for a split second each time she reached his cock head. For an instant, she'd give the purple dome a special sucking.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" was all he could find to say. Every so often his head rolled back on his shoulders and his eyes clenched shut. But then he almost immediately tilted his head back and glared at her cock-stuffed face some more.
"Am I doing it right? Do you like it?" she teased, lifting her mouth off his prick while still pumping it in her hand. "Do you like my cocksucking? Does it feel nice?"
He gave a deep groan of desperation. His eyes rolled down in panic. For there was a trembling in his balls and he knew that any second his cock would explode, spurting long streamers of silver cum all over everywhere. He reached one hand down for his cock, tried to stuff it back in her mouth. But she had a firm grip on it.
"Do you want to come in my mouth? Are you sure about that?" she went on, pouting up at him like a spoiled little girl. "Are you sure you don't want to shoot in my face? That could be fun. I could take a shower in the stuff. I could let you spurt your jizz all over my nose and cheeks and mouth."
His groan grew into a near yell, and this time he really did stand up, lifting his ass up off the table and lunging at her with his swollen red cock. He was aiming for her mouth, trying without success to stop her pumping hand with his own. She gazed up at him with her huge innocent blue eyes, as if nothing unusual was happening.
"In your mouth, you stupid cunt! Put it back in your mouth and suck me off!" he wailed. "Eat my cum! Drink it down!"
She smiled slowly, completely in control of the situation. Then to calm him down, she moved her face forward till it was inches from his writhing cock. Her mouth opened wide directly in front of his purple cockhead. Her eyes fixed on it carefully. With one hand she jacked his prick as if she wanted to pull it out by the roots.
He suddenly seemed to relax. He quit trying to stuff his cock into her face and simply watched calmly while she jacked him off. Now he didn't appear to care whether she took him in her mouth or not. She was up to something, but he was past caring what it was. His legs grew numb and he knew he was coming.
"In my mouth. Spurt it in my mouth," she said calmly. And she just had time to open her mouth wide again before a quivering jet of white jizz fired off from his cockhead, directly between her gaping lips. She had tugged his cock closer, till the head practically rested on her bottom lip. All of the silver cum-jet disappeared into her oval mouth.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" he moaned, his eyes glued to her face. Again he had both his hands on her head, holding her hair up out of the way.
Angie's eyes rolled up to his face briefly, as if she wished to thank him for what he was doing. Then she was staring at his belly and cock base, concentrating on pumping out all his sizzling jism. She swallowed once, gulping down a great wad of cum.
Her head tilted back slightly. Her fist pumped his cock solidly. And another stream of jizz spurted into her mouth. This one hit the roof of her mouth, then swirled off in different directions, boiling in back of her teeth and gums and under her tongue. She didn't swallow this time, but kept the steaming-hot cream sloshing about in her mouth.
"Drink it down! Eat my cum!" he panted. His hips humped back and forth now. His prick was caught solidly in the grip of her long fingers.
Another jet of cum shot off into her mouth, and this time her head recoiled, as if she'd been slapped. Her mouth was full to overflowing with jism and her bottom lip curled up as she tried to prevent the cream from escaping. A thick trail of silver slid from the side of her mouth all the same. It dribbled down her chin and hung there in a heavy drip.
"Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" he groaned. He felt like all his energy was being sucked from him.
Angie suddenly bucked forward, and her lips closed on his still-spurting prick. Cum slopped from her mouth at the same time, running in silver strings down the underside of his cock and over her squeezing fingers. His balls and thighs were soon streaked with the white cream.
His prick twitched several more times, squirting fresh jism into her hopelessly clogged mouth. She was forced to swallow one more time, and the jizz wriggled to her belly like glue. Her fist pumped out what was left and she held onto it, squishing cum between her cheeks and gums and playing it about over his cockhead with her tongue.
"Sonovabitch! Oh, fuck!" he grunted. And now he swayed back against the table, as though all his strength had gone.
Angie kept her mouth on his prick for several more long seconds. She worked her lips up and down slowly, and thick wads of silver cum seeped from between them and his cock shaft. Strings of white cum dangled from her fingers and ran down her arm.
And then Angie was letting his softening cock slop from her mouth. She was tilting back her head once more, opening her lips in a weird and messy grin. She had kept a complete mouthful of cum, refusing to swallow it till she was good and ready. Now she looked up at him and smiled, showing him the thick pool of white that wallowed over her tongue and teeth.
"What are you doing? Oh, fuck!" he croaked, staring down at her in fascination. Her fingers were webbed together with cum. Two thick white trails of the stuff drooled from the corners of her mouth. And inside was this steaming pool, washing back from her bottom lip and gleaming.
She smiled some more, and as the shape of her mouth changed the silver pool overflowed her lips. Heavy streams of jism poured from her lips and drooled down her chin. Strings of white hung from her face like thick elastic bands. The jizz oozed from her mouth and she never stopped smiling.
CHAPTER TWO
Danny never liked to stay long in the homes where Angie babysat, and as soon as he'd gotten what he came for, he was ready to leave. Tonight was no exception. Ten minutes after he'd shot his wad into Angie's mouth, he was slamming the back door and bounding down the steps to the driveway. He was in too much of a hurry to notice a figure in the shadows at one end of the back porch. Mr. Stewart stayed where he was, just beside the kitchen window, and waited till he heard young Danny's car start up and roar off. Then he turned to gaze back through the window, in exactly the same position he'd been in for the last half hour. The kitchen was empty now. Young Angie the cocksucker was somewhere else in the house.
He couldn't quite believe what he'd just witnessed. It was as if he'd stumbled into a porno movie by mistake-the young slut babysitter on her knees before the muscular boy, his cock in her mouth, her hand pumping and squeezing. And then he had seen her taking his cock out of her mouth, jerking it till it spurted jet after jet of hot silver cum into her gaping lips.
What if his wife had been with him and they'd come upon this scene together? She'd have fainted dead away, he was sure of it. His wife had thought the young Roberts girl was so sweet and innocent, she'd called on the teenager to baby-sit the twins time and time again. And this was what went on behind their backs. His wife would have the shock of her life if she ever found out.
It was a good thing he'd left the party when he had. He might never have found out about this. Of course, he'd had his suspicions about young Angie Roberts for some time. He wasn't as simple as his wife in such matters. Any girl that young, who wore her clothes that tight, had to be a bit wild. Why, half the time she didn't wear a bra and let her big rolling tits wobble about freely inside her flimsy T-shirts.
Yes, it was a damn good thing he'd come home early, he thought, stepping into the deserted kitchen. The Wilson party had been a drag and he had to get up early in the morning for a business meeting. Getting away had been no problem. Now he'd have time to talk to the Roberts girl, tell her what he thought of her. And if he played his cards right, his wife needn't find out anything about it. No point in upsetting her.
His gaze roamed over the floor and caught sight of three heavy blobs of silver cum just beside the kitchen table. It was the only evidence that anything unusual had gone on here in the last little while. Cocksucking in the kitchen, he thought. Where will they be doing it next? Then he recalled coming up the porch steps, hearing strange moans of pleasure, sneaking to the window to peer inside.
"Mr. Stewart! Hi!" Angie chirped. She had just come from the bathroom and was watching him from the doorway to the hall.
She seemed flushed and out of breath.
"Angie," he answered sternly. "I want a word with you. Come with me." He led the way to the living room and she followed him meekly. He settled onto the couch and she stood in the middle of the room, facing him.
He stared at her, without speaking. For the moment his mind went blank. His gaze had fallen to her tits, which forced out her tight yellow T-shirt in two heavy swells. The fabric was dented by her nipples, as if it was snagged on two jutting stubs of wood. From where he sat, her damn nipples looked like they were nearly an inch long.
"You've babysat for us several times now, and I've been very happy with you," he began. His voice was very serious. "But after what I've seen here tonight... " His voice trailed off and his gaze slid down her body to take in the rest of her. She was wearing amazingly tight blue jeans and her trim little hips curved seductively inside them. The pants were so tight that he swore he could see the outline of her pussy through them. Her thighs were long and slender and perfect.
Angie watched him closely and flushed. Fuck! Had he seen her with Danny in the kitchen? What if he told her father? She'd never be able to live at home again. The old man would kick her out right then and there. He was strict and had weird religious ideas. If he ever found out about something like this, her life would be a misery.
"I like you, I really do," Stewart was continuing. "But this is a family household, and there are certain standards... "
"Mr. Stewart," she panted, sure now that he'd been spying on them. "I swear it won't happen again. It's just that Danny, he likes sex so much and-"
"And don't you?" he put in quickly.
"Why, yes, but you know how boys are. They can't get enough and they like you to do certain things... "
"Like what?"
"Well, you know, they like you to suck them off and stuff. They like you to do things."
Stewart felt his cock stir in his lap. He'd never heard a young teenager use such language and it thrilled him no end. His gaze fell to her tits again and he studied the depth of her cleavage where her titflesh disappeared into her tight yellow T-shirt.
"What things?"
She glanced at him quickly. "You know.
They like you to suck them off and jerk on them and fuck them. They like to have their cocks all over you."
Stewart had a sudden vision of the young slut Angie with cocks all over her. His own cock trembled again and began to lift off his thigh. He could feel his prick distinctly. He shifted nervously on the couch and wanted to reach into his crotch to adjust its position. But he didn't want to give himself away. He must be stern and demanding.
"I can't have such things going on in my house," he growled. And suddenly he stood up, as if he'd been jerked by strings. "Come with me please."
He marched off down the hall and she followed him, confused. She felt as though she'd been caught doing something dirty by one of her teachers and now was about to be punished. She barely noticed that he led her to the master bedroom. She stood before him like a shy little girl while he sat on the bed and glared at her.
"What if I told your parents? What if I told your teachers about this?" he went on. His gaze was roaming up and down her body crazily.
"Please don't, Mr. Stewart. Please don't.
I'll do anything." She was pouting at him like a spoiled child.
He watched her silently for maybe ten seconds. Then he said, "Take off your shirt."
She looked confused. Her mouth opened and closed. But then, without thinking, she was crossing her arms, gripping her T-shirt, hauling it up and over her head in one quick motion. Her big beautiful tits wobbled to freedom, her nipples jutting out like dark brown thumbs from their pink circles.
"And your pants. Take off your jeans and panties," he instructed. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her closely.
Angie unsnapped the stud at her belly and unzipped her fly. He caught a quick glimpse of a sliver of ice-blue panty. Then she was wriggling her hips prettily and peeling down her tight blue jeans. She almost lost her balance once or twice but finally she had the pants down around her knees. She shuffled them off completely, then paused briefly before tackling her panties.
"Leave the knee socks on," he ordered, enjoying the sight of the childish striped socks that covered her calves. They were colored red and orange and yellow.
Her panties had already slid partway down, and he could see a fluffy slice of pubic hair peeking over the elastic. But now she was sliding these, too, down her legs, and they fell in a tiny bundle around her ankles. Her tits swayed out and down as she bent to free her feet. Her tits were heavy and perfectly shaped, like huge pears.
"Perfect. Just fucking perfect," he muttered, as if she wasn't even in the room. His gaze slid from her joggling tits to her tufted cunt hair and back to her tits again. His mouth seemed to be watering.
She stood there wearing nothing but her striped knee socks, feeling very helpless and childish. And she wondered just what he had in mind for her. He said he didn't want certain things going on in his house, and yet here he was, having her undress in the bedroom that belonged to he and his wife. Just what the fuck was he up to, anyway?
"Do you like to suck cocks?" he asked suddenly, as if he was genuinely curious. "Do you suck a lot of them?"
"I... like it, yes," she murmured, ignoring the second question. "It's fun."
She stood by the side of the bed and watched him, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely by her side. Her tits rose and fell gently as she breathed. She was staring at his crotch, examining the tell-tale bulge in his pants. Did he want her to suck him off, or was he going to fuck her? she wondered.
He stood up quickly, unzipped his pants, then forced them down his legs in a heap. He shoved down his shorts, flipped off his shoes and socks, peeled off his shirt. He stood in front of her, naked, his big cock stuck out like a crane boom. His prick bounced weirdly in the air, as if it was worked by springs.
"I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a teenager," he said, and he stepped forward so that the head of his cock prodded her belly.
She didn't resist or step back, even when his cockhead poked her hotly. As he moved closer, she felt more and more of it. His cock was tilting up against her belly and nudging over her navel. Soon she could feel all of his hot prickshaft and the dry pouch of his balls as they nestled into her cunt hair.
"I always wanted to fuck someone with tits like these." His hands reached up and he cupped both huge tits in his palms. He squeezed gently, hardly believing the firmness of her young tit-flesh. His fingers mauled and massaged her, and his thumbs flicked her nip- pies and made them burn.
She pressed her nude body to his, enjoying the feel of his hard thrusting cock along her belly. Giving Danny his blowjob had made her horny without her realizing it. And she hadn't had a chance to get off. If all old Stewart wanted to keep the matter to himself was a good fuck, then it would be a small price to pay. She would enjoy it.
"Squeeze them. Squeeze my tits," she murmured, heaving her tits into his hands. "Suck my nipples. Please suck them."
Suddenly his hands left her tits and he reached around her with his arms. He pulled her to him, squeezed her body against his, and her naked tits mashed against his chest. Her hard nipples scorched his skin. The stiffening bulk of his cock pressed deep into her flat golden belly.
"So fucking gorgeous. So fucking young and gorgeous," he muttered. The feel of her lush young girl-flesh, naked against him, was almost more than he could stand.
He swiveled her around quickly, then dropped her onto the wide bed. She bounced on the coverlet, her tits jiggling. Then he was on all fours over her, his head dipping down over her chest. Her brown nipples stuck up from her tits nearly an inch, and he caught one between his lips, sucking it like a crazy man, tugging her stiff nipple far up off her chest and teasing it with his lips and teeth.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she moaned, closing her eyes. Her nipple felt like it was being sucked off.
His tongue circled her stiff nipple, then pressed it down into the lush flesh of her tit. Then his lips caught her nipple again and pulled on it desperately. Just when Angie thought she would faint with the pleasure of it, he spit the stub out and moved over to the other one, leaving the first one shiny with saliva.
"Oh, yes! Oh, God! Suck them! Suck them hard! I love it! I fucking love it!" Her hand caught hold of the coverlet, and she began twisting it tensely.
He was widening his mouth on her tit, sucking in more and more sweet girl-flesh. But he stopped just as suddenly as he'd started. He began kissing her tits all over, spreading his spit on them. His mouth worked its way down each tit globe and onto hr rib cage. He went lower, stuck his tongue in her navel and dug down deep.
Angie knew what was coming. There was no doubt in her mind. And her heart lurched with the dirty thrill of it. He was going to eat her.
He was going to eat and suck her sweet fresh young cunt. And she was going to let him.
There was nothing in the world that she wanted more at that moment.
His mouth slopped lower, over her amazingly flat brown belly. He came across the mark where the elastic of her panties had been. Her taut young girl-flesh went from brown to milky white. And he was in her pussy hair, snuffling and licking among the blonde wiry tufts over her cunt. He licked the sweet young hair and matted it together.
"Eat me! Oh, yes! Eat my cunt!" she pleaded, and her voice sounded desperate. Her neck craned up off the bed and she stared down between her hooked-up knees at the top of his head. She could see his forehead and his nose and an occasional flick of pink tongue.
He had come to the pulpy outer lips of her cunt and was licking up and down them with slow sweeps of his tongue. Her pussy had already begun to split open, and he quickly pried her cuntlips wide with his fingers and started poking at the fresh pink folds of girl-flesh there. His tongue flicked everywhere, over every weird little flap of her inner cunt. Then he poked the button of her clit with his tonguetip.
"Ohhhhhhh! Gggnnngggnnn!" she whimpered, her whole crotch lifted and writhed in the air. Her ass was actually several inches up off the bed. She was humping his face.
He stayed with her, following her every move, never once losing his lip-lock on her inner cunt. He kept teasing her clit and the soft bright pink folds of her cunt skin. A thick oily juice flowed down from deep inside her and soiled his face. His hands scooped under her asscheeks and gripped them tight. His head dipped and swerved as he followed her.
"Ohhhhhhh! Gggnnngggnnn!" she wailed, her voice rising.
It occurred to him for the first time that some one might hear her. Her voice really was quite loud. And so he quickly lifted his mouth off her cunt and let her drop in a writhing mass onto the bed. He knelt up over her, took his blazing cock in hand. He aimed his prick at her gaping pink pussy and sank his cockhead between her open cunt lips.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, but this time it was a deep, low groan of satisfaction, not the crazy wail it had been before. She gazed up at him through heavy lidded eyes.
"Gonna fuck you now. Gonna fuck you till you can't walk," he hissed. And he plowed more than half his cock into her at one go. He paused a split second, then drove the rest into her, burying his prick to the balls in her slick wet cunt.
"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me deep! Plug me with cock!" she begged, and again she lifted her pretty ass up off the bed and ground her crotch against him. She swore she could feel the head of his cock up in her chest somewhere.
He began fucking her, driving his cock again and again into the sweet soft lushness of her cunt. Her pussylips wrapped wetly around his prick. They seemed to be sucking him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her greasy fuckhole. His balls smacked into the crook of her thighs again and again.
She had her legs spread wide, scissored on other side of him. Her hands flipped everywhere, up his arms, over his chest, along his belly. He held himself up off her so that he could watch her lust-crazed face and her joggling tits. The bed creaked and croaked under their mad writhing.
It wouldn't be long, he knew. Watching her suck off her boyfriend had made him dampen his pants. Having her strip for him had given him a blazing hard-on. Already he could feel the heavy cream sizzling in his balls. A man couldn't take much fucking after spending the last hour the way he had.
"Your cock feels so good! Cram it deep! Fuck me hard!" she pleaded, staring up at him with a harsh grin. "Fuck me till you spurt your stuff! Shoot your jizz deep inside me! Come in me real hard!"
"You slut! You hot, horny little cunt!" he snarled at her. He stared down at her gaping mouth and pictured it as it had been half an hour ago, wrapped round her boyfriend's hot prick. Shit, this little bitch could never get enough.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fill me full of jizz! Spurt it! Spurt your hot fucking jizz!" She was rolling her head from side to side, and her hands now clamped on her tits and hefted them, squeezed them crazily. Her cunt was sucking his prick tightly.
"Cocksucker! Dirty, cocksucking little slut!" he croaked, and he buried his prick in her one last time.
A great gushing wad of cum blasted up her cunt. It fountained up high, clogging her pussy and washing about crazily. It slid about in her fuckhole like silver grease and made the motion of his cock fast and easy. As he pulled his prick back from her cunthole, the jizz clung to his cockshaft and hung from it in strings.
"I feel it! Oh, fuck, I feel you shooting up my cunt!" she raved. "More! Give me more! Clog my cunt with cum!"
He fucked his cock back inside her pussy and another steaming-hot jet of cum splattered her cunt walls. He was gushing wildly, spurting out thick sizzling knots of jizz. It was as if he hadn't come in weeks, as if he'd been saving it all up for when he got to fuck someone special.
"Bitch! Cockteasing cunt!" he growled. He pistoned his prick in and out of her gaping hair-lined pussy and cum oozed free and smeared his cockshaft and speckled her crotch. Her swollen pussylips were coated with silver paste as if they'd been white-washed.
"Spurt it! Spurt it! Oh, sweet fucking cock!" she wailed.
And he fucked into her again and spat out yet another thick wad of cum. Loud wet squelching sounds were rising up now from her clogged cunt. She was full of it. Her pussy oozed the stuff. And he was plowing his cock through it all noisily. Jism dribbled down into the crack of her ass and clung to his trembling balls.
"Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!" he hissed, and at last he began to slow down. The sweat rolling down his chest made him shine.
"I love it! I love cock! I love cum!" she warbled. Her mouth was open in a weird snarl of lust.
He jammed his cock into her one more time, and then he withdrew it altogether and lay it steaming onto her soggy cunt hair. Thick dribbles of silver jism slid from his cocktip and splotched her golden belly. He slid it back and forth lazily, watching the cum pour out slowly into her navel. A greasy pool of white formed in the center of her belly.
"So much cum! I love it! Gallons and gallons of steaming-hot cum!" she moaned. Her hand reached down, and she dipped into the pool of cum. She began to spread the white jizz about on her flat brown belly. Her cunt oozed string after string of slimy silver goop.
CHAPTER THREE
Angie felt like she was starting a new phase in her life. It wasn't that she hadn't been fucked before. She had been, several times. But it had always been with guys like Danny, and it had always been rushed. Her session with Mr. Stewart had been the first time she'd ever fucked in a bedroom. It was the first time she'd ever been eaten. It was her first time with an adult.
She wanted more. Not that Danny wasn't a good fuck. He was fine. And he had a big cock. But she now began to realize that there was a big world out there and there were lots of other cocks, lots of other guys. There were all those older men, with more experience, things to teach her. And they liked her, she knew it. Every time she walked down the street, she was reminded of it.
Suddenly she recalled walking back from the Stewart house the other night. It had felt so weird, having Mr. Stewart's cum oozing from her cunt and the taste of Danny's jizz still in her mouth. She had fucked with two different guys in little over an hour. It had felt wild and dirty and incredibly exciting.
And now she was trying to come down to earth, but it wasn't easy. Something had changed, she couldn't deny it. There was a new thrill inside her, as if she expected something wild and crazy to happen all the time. She found herself eyeing men everywhere, sizing them up, imagining the size of their cocks and what their jizz would taste like.
Even Mr. Travers, her parents' next door neighbor, began to interest her. He was middle-aged, probably older even than her father, and she'd known him since she was a little girl. But the past year or so. she'd node ed, he had looked at her in a different way. He seemed fascinated with her tits and couldn't take his eyes off them whenever she talked to him over the fence.
He was a dirty old man. or at any rate a dirty middle-aged man. That much was obvious. But where before she'd always ignored his lustful stares, now she started to encourage them. It was wicked of her, she realized, but she couldn't help herself. Since her session with Stewart she felt older somehow, and able to cope with the likes of Mr. Travers.
On Saturday afternoon, while her parents were out, she watched him puttering about in his yard, a crumpled old hat shading his eyes from the sun. It was the perfect day to sunbathe, she decided. And what more convenient place to do it than in her own back yard. She ran upstairs, slipped on a tiny string bikini, and headed outdoors with her blanket and baby oil.
She waved cheerfully at Mr. Travers as she settled down, enjoying the way his eyes gaped at her golden brown body. He began to work closer to the fence, scratching about in the weeds while keeping his gaze locked on her gorgeous young form. She rolled about on her blanket, rubbing oil on her arms and legs. She smiled softly to herself the whole time.
Her fingers spread the clear baby oil over her flat belly. Then she upturned the small bottle high on her chest and let a thick trickle flow down into her cleavage. She rubbed the fluid onto the swollen inner swells of her lovely young tits. Her tits began to shine as if they'd been varnished.
Angie could have sworn she heard a low whimper from over the fence. She was pretending she wasn't aware of Mr. Travers' presence but she was concentrating on his every sound. Her body was turned in his direction so that he caught every move of her fingers on her glistening flesh.
"Oh, shit," she said suddenly, as if she'd just remembered something. She looked up at Mr. Travers and smiled warmly.
"Anything wrong?" he asked, coming to the fence and leaning on it. His eyes were gleaming under the brim of his old hat.
"I wonder... Mr. Travers, would you mind helping me?" she purred sweetly. "I need some oil on my back. Would it be too much trouble... " Angie thought he was going to jump over the fence. There was a connecting gate midway along it, and he rushed to it and was in her yard before she could finish what she had to say. She sat up coyly on her blanket and waited for him, very much aware that her bikini top barely covered her nipples. In fact, the pink puffy circle of one nipple was visible around the side of one brief bikini triangle. "Your parents, couldn't they... "
"They're downtown. They'll be away all afternoon. I'm all by myself," she reassured him. She handed the small bottle of baby oil to him.
"Me, too," he said. "Madge is visiting her sister. I guess we're left holding the forts."
He took the bottle from her and stared down at her as if he was dealing with some rare and exotic animal. He couldn't take his gaze off her tits. They were huge, bulging down like two greased balloons. The tiny string harness did hardly anything to protect them. The lower swells were clearly visible and he could even see part of one nipple.
"My back," she reminded him, turning prettily, just enough for him to reach her shoulder blades but not enough so that he couldn't still see the swell of her tits. "Would it be better if I took my top off altogether?"
He whispered again. She heard it distinctly. And since he seemed unable to speak for the moment, she quickly reached behind and pulled her bikini strings apart. Modestly, she held her palms under both tits as the bikini top fell free, leaving her back completely naked. She bent her head, waiting for him to start.
"Maybe if I lie down on my tummy... " she suggested helpfully. And before he could respond she rolled onto her belly and let her big tits squish on the blanket beneath her. She spread her legs out lazily and lay her head on her hands.
He gazed down at the smooth expanse of her nude brown back. Beneath her, he could see the flattened globe of one naked tit. The lush humps of her asscheeks rose gently inside her tiny bikini bottom. More than half of each pretty asscheek was visible. His cock lurched in his pants.
"My... my... "he murmured softly, kneeling down beside her and pouring some oil onto his fingers. Very gently, he began smoothing the clear fluid onto her golden skin. The feel of her smooth young skin made his balls ache in his crotch.
"That's good. You have nice hands," she whispered sleepily. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. Her thighs spread wider on the blanket.
He spread the oil on her shoulder blades and down her back. He reached around and covered the lovely ridges of her ribs. He moved to the small of her back, where he noticed tiny blonde hairs growing up from the hollow between her asscheeks. He stroked down to where her bikini bottom covered her ass and hesitated.
"Go farther. Don't be shy," she encouraged softly. Her pale blue eyes glanced up at him and winked.
He cast a quick look at his own house as if he expected his wife to be watching them over the fence. Then he stared at Angie's house for a second. His fingers stole down under the tight string of the teenager's bikini bottom. His hand probed farther, and he soon had her whole gorgeous asscheek caught in his fingers.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed deeply. She squirmed lazily on the blanket.
His fingers kneaded the taut young flesh of her ass. Then he was between her asscheeks, driving his fingertip into the crack and searching out her asshole. Or her cunt. She couldn't tell which. She cranked wide her thighs to give him lots of room either way. Her crotch raised just a fraction off the ground.
"Yes, do me. Do me with your finger," she hissed. Her voice was tense with pleasure.
Her bikini bottom was stretched all out of shape over his searching hand. One of the strings at her hip was coming loose. His finger found her asshole, poking inside quickly. Another finger crept down lower and snuck into the soft wet pit of her cunt. He began playing his fingers about, corkscrewing them deeper.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. And suddenly she gave up all pretending and raised herself partway off the blanket to look at him. She twisted her upper body and her big tits lolled free, the grease on the upper swells making them shine.
His eyes widened at the sight of her lush young tits. And even while he was fondling her inside her pants with one hand, he reached out the other, cupping it over one naked dangling tit. Her stiff nipple poked his palm like a hot coal. He had never felt flesh so firm and hard and solid.
"Let's go in the house. Til let you do whatever you want in the house," she muttered. And suddenly she was trying to struggle to her feet, and he was forced to let his fingers pop from her cunt and ass. He was forced to let go of her tit as well, though he held onto it far as long as he could.
"I'll let you fuck me. I'll suck you off. Anything," she promised. And she stood up straight and proud, completely naked except for her bikini bottom, her big tits sitting high and firm on her chest, her nipples casting shadows across her rib cage.
She began to stride toward the house, remembering at the last minute to snatch up her bikini top from the blanket. And he followed behind her hastily, watching her half-nude asscheeks flex and her tits roll as she moved. He had to limp toward the house because of the solid hard-on in his pants. He watched her skin glow with oil in the sunlight.
He followed her in a daze, through the kitchen, down a hallway, up the stairs, into a smallish, little-girl bedroom with childish colors and cute wallpaper and lace curtains. She flung the coverlet off the bed and revealed the cool blue sheets. She pulled him to her, dropped to her knees, and set about taking off his work pants.
"Angie, honey, what if your parents... " he began. But by then she had his pants down around his ankles and his cock in her mouth and he didn't say anything more. It didn't matter about her parents. It didn't matter if they walked in the front door this very minute. He didn't care. He couldn't have stopped that sweet young mouth for the world.
She sucked him wildly, drawing the last hot power into his aching cock. Her fingers gripped his balls, squeezing and teasing them. Her tongue curled around his cockhead, licked his prick dome, tried to pry into his tiny piss-slit. He felt himself grow weak in the knees and sank onto her bed helplessly.
His cock slipped out of her mouth, and she smiled up at him with a lewd, cockteasing smile that made him tremble. She had always been so sweet and innocent and young, the girl next door. And while she still looked like all those things sometimes, she was also a growing woman, a sex bomb with tits and cunt hair on her pussy. She knew how to drive a man crazy.
"I can suck you. I can lick your balls. I can do anything you want me to do," she purred, and she smiled at him some more and crawled between his legs on the carpet. "I love cocks. I just love them."
She leaned over and circled his prick with her fingers. Then she seemed to have second thoughts. The thin strip of her bikini top was draped loosely over one of her shoulders. She suddenly took hold of it, stretching it taut between both hands. She caught hold of his stiff cock with the bar, then lifted it till it pointed straight to the ceiling.
"I like to play with cocks. I love to tease them and make them good and hard." She flicked his cock this way and that with the taut rope of her bra. Then she held his prick upright in her hand and covered his cockhead with the cup of one half the flimsy garment.
She folded the other flap of bra around the shaft of his cock and began jacking him off, getting some weird pleasure out of seeing his cock half covered with the bright sexy cloth. She wondered for a second whether she should jack him off all the way, let him come in her bra. It was a silly idea, but it appealed to her. Only her own horniness got the better of her.
"Cover me with more oil. Spread it all over me. I want to shine," she said. And she was all at once on the bed beside him, stretching herself out luxuriously, reaching her arms high over her head.
Still in a daze, he kicked off his tangled pants and shorts, then turned around to gaze on her nude stretched-out body. To his amazement, he discovered that he still held the small bottle of baby oil. He upended it over her wobbling tits, watched it pour down over each nipple and then flow down her tits into her deep cleavage. The clear fluid drooled into the hollow of her neck and down to her belly.
"That's it! Cover me! Cover me!" she giggled. "Take my pants off. Pour it on my pussy."
Gripping her bikini bottom with one hand, he ripped downward, hauling the tiny triangle off her with one sweep. Her lovely tufted blonde pussy fluffed up at him and he immediately poured the oil, soaking her pussy hair and matting it down flat. He used his fingers to massage the liquid into the hair and onto her split pussylips.
Then he tossed the bottle aside and his hands were all over her, grabbing her tits, squeezing them, rubbing the oily fluid into them and making them gleam. He flicked her nipples and made them stick up like glazed cherries. He smoothed out the goo over her rib cage and belly. He stroked it expertly over her pussy hair and into her cunt gash.
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! It feels so good! I feel slimy all over!" she moaned. "Fuck me between my tits! Shove your big cock between my tits and fuck me hard!"
His hands were back on her tits, spreading the thick oil over every inch of her wobbling titglobes. But now her last suggestion really grabbed his attention. He swung a leg over her. mounting her like a horse. He settled his ass on her belly and felt the grease stick to his under thighs. His cock swung up above her chest threateningly.
"Fuck my tits! Oh, yes! Fuck my hot tits!" she croaked, and she pressed her hands to either side of her big tits, forcing them together, narrowing the trough between them. She gazed at his prick anxiously, as if scared it would get away.
He lowered his huge prick and slotted it into the deep groove of her cleavage. It fitted perfectly, like some great ugly log. A vein as thick as her finger pulsed in its side. His piss-slit winked at her lewdly. She forced her tits tighter over his captured cock, making sure it couldn't escape. She stared up at him with her lust-filled eyes.
"Tit-fuck! Tit-fuck! I love a tit-fuck!" she wailed. She licked her lips and made the wet painted oval shine.
He began to fuck her tits, driving his big cock again and again up through the trough of her cleavage. His balls nestled tightly on her rib cage. His cockhead shot a full two inches beyond her tits, well out over her pretty young throat. The shaft of his cock drilled like a greased piston between her tits, all swollen and red and ugly.
"Tell me when you're going to come. I want to see it," she whimpered. "I love to watch a guy come. I want to watch it. I love seeing guys spurt their jizz!"
He hoped it wouldn't be for a while yet. He simply didn't want this amazing experience to end. But there was no telling how long he could last. She was driving him crazy, with her gorgeous, flawless, greased-up teenaged body, her stunningly pretty young face, her lewd and raunchy words. The feel of her slick young tits on his hard-on were just too much. He wouldn't last long at this rate.
And then she did something that made it even harder to hold back. She tilted her face down, opened her lush young mouth, and caught his reddened cockhead in the lovely painted oval of her lips. Now each time he lunged forward, his entire cockhead disappeared into the soft chamber of her mouth. Her tongue tickled and licked his prickhead lewdly.
And even when he pulled back, his cockhead never quite lost contact with her lush mouth. She followed him with her face, her head bobbing in sequence. Her tongue stuck out far and supported his pricktip lightly. And all the time, her big blue eyes stared up at him with the most teasing little-girl looks. He felt the jism swirl in his balls like boiling cream.
Her lipstick smeared off onto his cockhead, making it gleam weirdly. His cock was sliding back and forth between her tits with perfect ease, greased by all the oil poured there. The ugly blue vein in its side was swelling, growing even bigger, even more ugly. It looked about ready to burst at any second.
"Are you going to come yet? Are you ready to spurt?" she gasped suddenly, removing her mouth from his cockhead only long enough to get the words out. Her big blue eyes were searching his, looking for some sign there.
"Nnnnnnnn," was all he could say. His ass pumped back and forth on her belly. His cock speared between her tits and slotted into her mouth. He was in a daze, no longer in control of anything he was doing.
"Come in my mouth! Come in my face! Come all over my tits! Grease me up good! I want it! I need it!" she groaned. Her mouth dipped back onto his lunging cockhead and her tongue flicked about crazily, driving him mad.
A rope of silver jizz snaked free of his cocktip and disappeared into her mouth, wriggling over her stretched tongue and between her teeth before either one of them knew what was happening. She coughed, gagged, and opened her eyes wide in mock surprise. The tail end of the cum-jet was draped across her tongue and down the side of her face.
"Ssspppllff! You're coming! You're shooting!" she wailed. And she held her mouth wide open for more, and closed her eyes in expectation. Her face took on a look of perfect peace and innocence. Her platinum hair lay strewn across the pillow.
He lunged back and forth between her tits, pressing his cock down into her cleavage with his fingertips. The friction of her tits was maddening. He couldn't control the crazy cum-jets. They fired off again and again, spurting everywhere. He watched them helplessly.
A long white jet shot free and missed her mouth altogether, smacking her so hard under the chin that strings of silver streaked off in all directions across her pale neck. Some skittered off into her hair, others rebounded onto her tits, still more simply hung across her throat like a gooey jizz necklace that had been snapped carelessly.
"Sweet slut, sweet slut," he muttered hoarsely, amazed at what he was doing to her.
A second or two ticked by, and she seemed to wonder if she was going to get any cum in her mouth at all. She opened her eyes and rolled them down to check out his spurting prick. Just then a giant rope of cum spiraled out from his cock and up her face in a glittering, spinning jet of white.
It fountained up her cheek and caught her straight in the eye, forcing her to clench both of them shut quickly. It shot over her eyebrow and on across her forehead, disappearing in a silver trail into her hair. Her eyelashes matted together and a fat pearl of silver hung off them like a tear.
"Come in my mouth, too! In my mouth!" she begged, and she tilted her head up off the pillow and held her mouth open just inches from his twitching cockhead.
As a reward, she received two quick jets of cum in rapid succession, straight between her gaping lips-then another-till her mouth was overflowing with cum and she was forced to close her lips briefly. Jism swirled on her tongue and between her cheeks and gums like egg whites.
And though her mouth was closed, he kept on spurting, smacking her in the lips and then elsewhere with hot jets of jism. Another stream fountained up her face, this one crossing her other eye and spinning over the bridge of her nose, catching on a pretty lock of blonde hair and hanging there like a gob of spit.
Her mouth and chin were awash with cum and it drained off down her jaw-line and over her throat and neck, where it began to pool creamily. He pulled back a little, and a jet shot off between her tits like a rope shot from a harpoon. It rose up to smack her on the chin again, leaving a thick trail of silver between her tits. The pool in the hollow of her neck grew deeper.
"Spurt it! Cover me with cum!" she pleaded, her mouth free enough of jizz for her to speak, though the silver paste oozed from her lips lewdly and glowed on her teeth like some weird toothpaste.
He didn't have much more jizz to give. His balls felt numb, drained of all life. But his cock did twitch one more time and sent a fine loop of cum splattering across her mouth. Her tongue stuck out, scooped up a wad of the delicious cream, and she smacked her lips noisily, letting him know how much she was enjoying herself.
He continued fucking her tits, drilling his prick back and forth between the twin humps. But now his cock only oozed the white cum, pouring it into the hollow of her neck lazily. She gazed up at him gratefully, smacked her lips again and swallowed a great glob of jizz. Then she smiled at him.
CHAPTER FOUR
Angie always looked forward to babysitting for the Franklins. Mr. Franklin was her idea of a good-looking man, dark and muscular and powerful. And he was so quiet. She could never tell what be was thinking. She'd often tried to get a conversation going with him but it was difficult. He seemed to look on her as a little girl or something. He always seemed to be thinking of something else. This past year there had been some change in him, since her figure had really filled out. Now he couldn't help but take some notice of her, even if he pretended otherwise. Once in a while she would catch him sneaking a look at her ass, or her tits. His interest had definitely been aroused. But he still acted very coolly toward her.
In midweek she sat for the Franklins. It was the first time she'd seen Mr. Franklin since she'd been opened up to new experiences by Mr. Stewart. She was determined to try to get some real response this time. She found Mr. Franklin a challenge. She didn't want to be treated like a little girl anymore.
It might be difficult. She realized that. But she wasn't unprepared. After Mrs. Franklin had paid her and said goodnight, Angie snuck back into the bathroom and applied a heavy dose of make-up, keeping Mr. Franklin waiting for her out in the car. He was going to drive her home, and she wanted to look just right.
She daubed heavy globs of blue shadow onto her eyelids, and made her full lips shine with a thick coat of red gloss. She unbuttoned three more buttons on her blouse and pulled it open so that the rich globes of her tits were visible. Her skirt was fairly short and her legs showed brown and slender and lovely.
"What kept you?" Mr. Franklin asked when she climbed onto the front seat of the car beside him. His look took in her deep cleavage and naked legs, she noticed happily.
"I was talking with your wife," she lied, licking her lips and making them shine. "She's really nice."
"If you like that sort of thing," he muttered, easing the car out of the driveway. He drove on silently for a while, paying her no attention at all.
What did he mean? Angie wondered. Was he being sarcastic or did he really not get along with his wife? She couldn't tell. It was always like this with him. She never knew whether he was making fun of her or not. She glanced over at him in the darkened car and wondered what to say next.
"I enjoy babysitting for you," she went on shyly. "You're one of my favorites. Some husbands I don't care for at all. You're different."
"I am, huh?" he snorted. He didn't sound very impressed.
Angie wasn't sure how to go on. She leaned forward slowly, pretended to be rearranging her purse on the floor. Her big tits wobbled forward and threatened to tumble out of her blouse altogether. She glanced at him to judge his reaction. He didn't appear to have noticed.
"That Mr. Steward for example. He's not very nice at all. He tries to take advantage of a girl. Not that I'd object being taken advantage of, by the right person. But not Mr. Stewart."
"What's old Stew been up to now?" he asked without much interest. He stared straight ahead through the windshield.
"Well," Angie began, thinking fast, "he wanted to undress me. And he wanted to make me play with his thing, but I refused." Again she stared at Franklin.
"You refused old Stew? That was a mistake. He could have shown you a good old time. Stew's quite a one with the ladies."
Angie frowned. Was he making fun of her again? This was proving more difficult than she'd imagined. How could he be so cool? Wasn't he impressed by her beautiful tits oozing out of her blouse? And what about her legs? She'd let her skirt ride way up her thighs now, and if he bent over just a little he would be able to see the pale white of her panties.
She decided she wanted to shock him. "Mr. Stewart's not very nice. He wanted to make me take out his thing and... you know... suck it."
For the first time, he really did look over at her carefully. Her lips were wet and full and soft under the thick coat of red gloss. She pouted them like a spoiled little girl. Her tongue was hooked into the corner of her mouth and she swept it over her bottom lip slowly. She kept her mouth half open.
"And did you?" he challenged, turning her back to face the windshield. Her tits were damn near falling out of her tight blouse, he noticed. And her long slender brown legs were completely exposed, her skirt bunched up over her crotch. This little bitch was really asking for it, he thought.
"What do you think?" she smiled, and she took a lock of her bright blonde hair and curled it around one finger.
"I think you probably did," he said harshly. "I think you probably sucked old Stew's cock till it was raw, then let him shoot his hot cum down your pretty little throat. Am I right?"
Again Angie frowned. Just when she thought she was getting somewhere, he said something that threw her for a loop. What was the matter with him? Didn't he like having sweet young girls come on to him? For a while she didn't say anything. Then she decided to take a different approach altogether.
"You can kiss me if you like," she said sweetly. It sounded childish and embarrassing even to her. But she could think of nothing else.
Without warning he pulled the car over to the side of the road. They were in a quiet suburban street just a block from where Angie lived. There were no lights on anywhere. Everything was very quiet. He switched the motor off and turned to look at her with a weird light in his eyes.
Then he was almost on top of her, pressing his mouth to hers, digging his tongue deep between her lips. She was caught off balance and fell back onto the car seat. She felt the power of him against her and her heart lurched crazily. It had worked. She finally had his attention. And it had been as simple as that.
Angie snaked her hand into his crotch and found the bulk of his cock with her fingers. She curled her fingers on his prick bulge and began shucking back and forth, trying to jerk him off through his pants. His prick was soft but growing, and she squeezed it knowingly, teasing him with her fingers.
He broke off the kiss and stared at her in amazement. He had just meant to shock her.
He had just meant to kiss her once, hard, and scare her into stopping all the cockteasing stuff. What did he want with a dumb young cockteasing babysitter, after all? He couldn't afford to get mixed up in something like that, not at his age, not with his responsibilities.
But she wasn't kidding. The little cockteasing bitch wasn't putting on an act. She really was horny. She really did want him. And her hand in his crotch knew what it was doing. This little girl had been around cocks before and no mistake. Already she was unzipping him, burrowing into his pants with her long fingers.
"Hey, girlie... " he began, wanting to stop her before this got out of hand. "Take it easy. What are you doing... "
"I love cocks. I'll never get enough," she murmured softly. Her hand had found his prick inside his shorts and she wrestled it out into the open. It was thickening steadily in her fingers, growing longer and more solid.
"Yeah, but, Jesus!" he croaked. He gripped her by the shoulders, meaning to shove her away, but her fist had begun to work on his cock and he found he couldn't. She was shucking his prick expertly in her hand, using just the right amount of pressure. He'd been married to his wife, Terri, for ten years, and she'd never learned to handle him like this.
"I want to suck you. I want to suck your cock," she purred. And she leaned down over him and held his cock upright with her fingers. "I love to use my mouth on a guy. I love to suck cock."
He let go of her shoulders and allowed her to do as she wished, curious about just how far she was willing to go. She probably didn't know the first thing about cocksucking. Most women didn't seem to. His wife was hopeless at it and always acted as if it disgusted her. He'd given up suggesting it long ago.
He felt her tongue on his cockhead, flicking, tickling, circling around and around as if she was licking an ice cream cone. Then her lips, kissing his prickhead, folding over it, slopping it inside her mouth. She was so soft, so gentle, her mouth was so warm and wet. Sparks flew down his cock shaft and into his balls.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," she groaned, as if she were tasting the most delicious morsel in the world. She sank her mouth farther down on his cock, sucking in four inches at a gulp.
He was in heaven. Never in his whole life had he felt a mouth like this. Her tongue was caressing him, diddling every which way on his captured cock, moving, moving all the time. And her full girl lips were thick soft pads, scraping up and down. He remembered she'd been wearing too much lipstick, and he moaned to think of it smudging off on his hardening cock.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," she whimpered, and her mouth sank even deeper on him. Her fingers scooped into his pants and underneath his ball-sac. She began squeezing and teasing his balls gently. Her lips slid a farther inch or so down his prick and she had him in her mouth all the way. Her nose was buried in his crotch hair. His cockhead was deep in her throat.
"Sonovabitch," he grunted, rolling his head back loosely. "Sweet cocksucking sonovabitch."
Her head began bobbing in his lap, her blonde hair glowing in the half-light. She sucked and sucked and sucked, drawing the power into his cock in great surges. His prick telescoped, growing huge in her face, so that she was forced to back up higher and higher. Soon she couldn't reach the lower three inches of his prick, and her fingers wrapped around them and began shucking up and down madly.
"Jesus, girlie, where'd you learn to suck cock like that? Ohhhhhh. How'd you learn to use your mouth on a man at your age?" He stared down at the top of her blonde head and tried to see what she was doing. It was impossible. All he could do was feel the lewd sensations in his cock and balls. That was enough.
"Do you like it? Am I sucking you good?" she chirped, lifting her dripping mouth off him and smiling. She held his cock tight in the vise of her fingers.
"Are you kidding? You're driving me crazy! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" Placing a hand on her head, he tried to force her face back onto his cock.
She began to giggle at his eagerness, especially when his cock missed her mouth and poked her in the cheek. She tilted her face up toward him and began rubbing his cock ever her skin, daubing her cheeks and nose and forehead with the clear pre-cum juice that was oozing from his pricktip. She closed her eyes and smeared his cockhead across her lids.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned. He couldn't believe the horny little cunt. He'd never met anyone like her. She was smudging his cock across her eyelids and smearing her deep blue eye shadow. And she seemed to be loving every minute of it. She seemed to crave it.
She swerved her head to one side again, opened her mouth, and sank down yet again on his hopelessly erect cock. She resumed sucking him with a vengeance, this time humming deep in her throat like some kind of small motor. Her fingers tickled and milked his swollen balls. Her other hand jacked his thick cock base. And her mouth skidded up and down his prick as if it was out of control.
"I don't believe this. Oh, fuck. So young," he murmured. He could feel his heavy cum sizzling in his balls.
Angie showed him no mercy. She was proud of herself. He had been so cool toward her, so superior and everything. He'd always treated her like a little girl. And now here he was, completely in her power. She'd used her girlishness and made him over. He was helpless now. And if she chose to stop sucking him, she knew she could drive him out of his mind.
But she was horny, too. She wanted a little fun, herself. His cock was huge and angry in her mouth. She'd worked hard to get it like that. Now maybe it was time to take advantage of it. No point in stopping now. Why not go all the way? If he thought her mouth was something, wait till he got a load of her cunt. "I'm going to fuck you," she said suddenly, again raising her mouth off his steaming cock. "I can't let a beautiful hard-on like this go to waste. I'm going to fuck you till you burst."
He gazed at her in bewilderment, making no sign that he had heard her, His mouth sagged open loosely and his eyes were glazed. He made no protest that she'd stopped sucking him. His cock stuck up from his pants in a gleaming red column. A fat pearl of pre-cum juice sat on his prick tip.
Angie squirmed about on the car seat, her face flushed and her lovely blonde hair messed up. She was reaching up under her skirt, clutching at her panties, tugging them down her long brown legs. She flicked the tiny briefs off her feet and tossed them carelessly onto the dash. Then she began to climb up on top of Franklin.
She threw one leg over him while gripping his shoulder for support. Her skirt was completely split up the front and her tufted crotch hair and cunt crack were clearly visible. Her knee supported her on one side of him, her foot on the other. She rolled herself directly in front of him, squatted, lowered herself slightly.
"You're cock is so big. I'm going to enjoy this," she muttered. Her hand gripped his prick tightly and held it upright while she revolved about above it. His cockhead poked one asscheek, then the other. She shifted slightly.
She found his greasy cockhead with the pulpy lips of her cunt, slotted it inside and squirmed about gingerly. Then she sank down on him with a deep sigh of satisfaction. His cock bulled into her tight cunt sheath. Inch after inch of his prick disappeared. In no time, she was sitting on his thighs, his prick buried to the hilt in her slimy pussy.
"It's in. I feel it. Oh, it feels so nice," she wheezed. For a while she didn't move at all. She simply sat on top of him, his cock throbbing inside her cunt.
Franklin didn't move either. He didn't speak. He simply held her gently around the waist and waited, as if he realized that this whole crazy affair was her show. He was breathing deeply, as if he'd just come up from under water. He was solid and patient underneath her.
"Suck my titties. Suck them," she pleaded. And she reached up for first one tit, then the other, prying the big balloons out of her blouse and bouncing them toward his face. Her nipples were stiff and swollen. His lips closed on one automatically.
She began to bounce up and down on top of him, sticking herself again and again on the hot stiff spike of his cock. Her big tits mashed against his face and joggled crazily, so that he kept losing his grip on her nipple. She had to keep stuffing it back in his mouth every few seconds.
"I love cock," she wheezed. "I just can't get enough cock. I love to fuck 'em, to suck 'em, to make them burst and shoot. Cock, cock, cock. I love it."
Her legs were scissored weirdly on either side of him. She had to split her thighs wide to be able to sink all the way down on his prick again and again. Her pussylips nipped and sucked at his prick, drawing it deep inside her. She felt his cockhead fucking way up in her belly each time she sank low on him.
"Suck my tits! Suck 'em hard!" she croaked. "Fuck me deep! Cram your cock deep in my pussy!"
There really wasn't much he could do by way of fucking her. He was crammed into the car seat by her weight and her thighs were clamping him too tight. She was doing enough fucking for the two of them, anyway. She bobbed up and down more and more wildly. He sucked her stiff nipples in turn and let her do all the work.
"Ohhhhh, fuck! Ohhhh, fuck! I think I'm coming! I think I'm coming!" she wailed. Her arms snaked around his neck, tugging him to her tightly. His face mashed deeply against the firm flesh of her tit.
She chugged up and down in his lap like she was plugged into something. Her blonde head was damn near bumping the roof of the car. He spat out her nipple and twisted his head, gasping for air. She forced his face deep into her cleavage so that both big tits were clamped to his cheeks.
"I'm coming! Oh, fuck! I'm coming! Fuck me deep! Screw me! Fuck me! Split me in half! Oh, fuck! Ohhhh, fuck!" she raved. She was forcing all her weight against him, embedding him in the back of the car seat. Then she pulled away and threw her head back till his face was on her tits. Her hands gripped his neck and shoulders tightly.
He gulped in great drafts of air. His face was deep red and his eyes rolled weirdly. Then she bucked forward again, and his head was buried once more in the deep lush trough of her cleavage. She shucked up and down on him several more times, till his cock felt totally numb. Then his balls burst and he was over the edge.
Thick wads of cum burst free inside her cunt. It fired up high, as if shot from a hose. His cock flexed again and again and again, and each time, it spat out a sizzling knot of cum that rode up far into her pussy. He lubed her fuckhole with the hot grease, cranking it out like he had unlimited supplies of jizz.
"Yes! Spurt it! I feel it! I feel your cum! Shoot me full of it! Pump me full of jizz! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she moaned. She was pressing onto him hard again, rubbing her big firm tits in his face. Her stiff nipples scratched his lips and cheeks and forehead.
He sat beneath her, helpless, while she squirmed about like a mad thing. His cock shot off again and again, flooding her insides with jet after jet of steaming hot cum. She was tilting this way and that, landing in a different position on his thighs each time she came down. And his prick tilted with her, firing off gob after gob of thick cum.
"I love it! I love cum! Shoot it! Spurt it deep inside me! Oh, fuck!" she jabbered on. Her face was slick with sweat, and ringlets of pretty blonde hair stuck here and there on her skin. Her mouth was open and gasping.
Another jet of jizz spurted off up her cunt... and another. Cum swished about in her fuckhole, drooled down from her cuntlips and onto his quaking balls. Her pussy was sucking the cream from him, milking up every last drop so that his balls would be dry for a week. Loud sucking sounds rose up from their locked crotches.
"Spurt it! Spurt it! Oh, fuck!" she croaked. She backed off him again, her head rolling, her tits taut with pressure.
And he kept on spurting, lobbing jet after jet of cum into her cunt till he had no more left to give her. She bucked and fucked on top of him long after he'd quit shooting. His cock stayed hard with all the crazy friction. He felt empty, sucked completely dry. She was bloated, clogged with the heavy gobs of his jism.
He took deep breaths, sucking in all the air he could each time she swayed up off him and her tits left him free. And slowly, very slowly, he came to his senses. He felt the wetness oozing down his cock and down over his balls. And he realized, with some surprise, that he had just been raped.
CHAPTER FIVE
Several times that week Danny phoned her and tried to set something up between them. He tried to invite himself over to the house where she babysat, but she refused to tell him where she'd be. How could she make a play for a man like Mr. Franklin if her boyfriend was always hovering in the background? She told him she was growing as nervous as he was about them fooling around when she was sitting.
He complained that she was always babysitting, and he'd never get to see her otherwise. He began to moan and whine, and Angie grew irritated with him. She wondered why she put up with him at all. There were all those other cocks out there, after all. Finally she agreed to see him Friday night. There was a party at the house of a friend of his. The parents were away. The kids would have the run of the place.
Angie didn't care much for parties, and she cared even less for most of Danny's friends. But she went along. Maybe she'd get a chance to talk to him seriously for once. She wanted to know if he'd mind if they saw less of each other. Danny was okay, but she now realized she'd been spending too much time with him. She wanted to broaden her horizons.
After only ten minutes at the party, she realized that any serious. talk would be hopeless. Danny had been drinking before they arrived, and he was loud and annoying. He kept trying to paw her in front of everybody. On one occasion he tried to pick a fight with one of his oldest friends. She snuck away from him while the argument was being settled. She talked briefly with various people she knew and sipped her drink slowly.
It was a loud party, with about forty noisy kids, and Angie began wondering when she could safely sneak away. But the she noticed a dark young man watching her and she decided to stay for a while. She had never seen him before. He seemed not to know many people and was keeping off to himself. She smiled at him across the crowded living room.
He edged toward her through the people who were dancing, and as he got closer, she noticed he was older than the others in the room. Not by much, just a year or two, but enough to make him appealing. She glanced about nervously for Danny and caught sight of him still arguing in the kitchen. Someone had a restraining hand on his arm.
"Your boyfriend seems a little upset about something," the dark young man said to her as he came up close. He glanced into her deep cleavage with obvious appreciation.
"He's always upset about something. And he's not really my boyfriend," she replied, eyeing him just as closely. "He's so immature sometimes."
The young man smiled at her and they talked pleasantly for a while. His name was Ray Butler and he was a friend of the people who owned the house. He was out of school and working already, and yes, he agreed with her, the kids here were really a juvenile lot. He had his own apartment, and if she was ready to leave, he would be happy to show it to her.
Angie didn't hesitate. Danny was still arguing in the kitchen. She left quietly a few seconds after Ray did and met him at his car. In fifteen minutes they were up in his apartment, eyeing each other lewdly. She knew where this was bound to lead and she was glad. It was another new experience for her. She'd never been in a young man's apartment before. All the guys she knew still lived at home.
"Is this your bedroom?" she asked at one point, poking open a door as she returned from the bathroom. She gazed longingly at the huge bed.
He had come over to stand with her at the door to his bedroom, a drink in his hand. This was going to be easier than he thought. There was going to be no need to seduce her, to coax and charm and flatter her. She was making everything easy. It was almost as if she were seducing him. He didn't even have to say anything.
"Your bed is huge!" she went on, stepping into the room. "You naughty man, I bet you have a different young girl up here every night, don't you?"
I would if everyone I met was as easy as you are, he thought. He strode into the room behind her and watched her sit on the edge of the bed and bounce up and down several times. She crossed her legs and tugged up her dress till it rode high over one knee. She leaned forward and let him see deep between her lush tits.
"How come you don't have mirrors on the ceiling and all the latest sex gadgets?" she teased. "I thought all single men had mirrors on their ceilings."
"No mirrors," he murmured. "But a gadget or two."
He walked over to a bedside table and rummaged about in one of the drawers. Finding what he wanted, he pulled it out, then tossed it to her on the bed. Grabbing it, she started examining it closely. It was a huge fake cock, about a foot long, made out of plastic. It was molded exactly like a prick, with a domed head and thick wriggling bumps in its shaft.
"God, what are you supposed to do with this?" she purred. She hefted the dildo in her hand and turned it this way and that.
"Not me. You," he said, and he stood beside the bed and watched her, strangely fascinated at the way she handled the weird device.
Angie giggled and looked up at him with her big blue eyes. She shucked her hand up and down on the cock, as if she were jerking it off. Then she tilted it up against her face, licked it once and then again. Her mouth folded over the bulging cockhead and she started sucking the fake cock expertly.
He felt his cock twitch in his pants. He hadn't even touched her, but he was growing excited. It was as if she was performing for him, just for him, in a porno movie or something. Her gaze was glued to his face the whole time she sucked the fake cock. She was smiling at him, teasing him. He stood there, not wanting to move.
"It's kind of nice. I like it," she muttered, prying the big cock from her mouth and licking it slowly. "A girl could get to like something like this."
"Even better than the real thing?" he asked.
"Never better than the real thing." She smiled up at him, then stared straight at his crotch, where a bulge was forming in his slacks. She licked the fake cock lazily, smudging off gobs of her bright red lipstick onto its surface.
She suddenly fell back onto the bed, propping herself up with one elbow. She prodded the hem of her dress with the dildo and scraped it up over the dark hose along her leg, raising the dress at the same time. Her lovely slender calf and thigh came into view encased in the black nylon. She watched him closely.
"But then you never can tell. I'm always interested in trying new things." The dress rising beyond her mid-thigh, and his eyes bulged open at what he saw.
"You're wearing stockings! I don't believe it!" he breathed. He stared at the tops of her lovely thighs, where they were pale and exposed over the tight blackness of the stockings. His eyes followed the snaky black garters up her leg and across her hip. The dress kept rising.
"I wear them once in a while for Danny. He bought them for me," she said. "It makes me feel sexy to go to parties and stuff in them. They make me feel dirty."
Angie raised the dress till it was bunched up around her waist and her crotch was completely exposed for him. Around her waist, she wore the tight garter belt from which the black garters stretched. It was a slender black strap across her brown belly, embroidered with small red slivers of lace.
"And no panties! You're not wearing any panties!" he croaked. He felt more and more blood pumping into his cock.
She giggled. "That makes me feel sexy, too. I figure, why wear a garter belt and stockings if you're going to spoil it with panties? I enjoy the freedom."
"I bet," he muttered. He stared down at the lovely tufted bush of her cunt. It was like a small furry animal sitting there between the snaky black strands of her garters.
"Know what I'm tempted to do sometime?" she went on, beginning to poke about in her pussy hair with the head of the huge fake cock. "I'm tempted to walk down the street wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings under an old raincoat. Then I could go flashing, just like a dirty old man. I could drive guys crazy!"
"No kidding," he wheezed, adjusting his growing cock in his pants. It had been getting uncomfortable, expanding down his thigh. "You could also get arrested."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. Say, this is nice." She was digging under her tufted pussymound with the head of the dildo, prying open her pussy lips and making her cunt wider and easier to get at. She corkscrewed the thing around and slid the head between her pussy-lips.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. And at the same time, he couldn't move. His prick was growing. His balls were heavy. But he made no move to get undressed. It really was as if he were watching her on a stage or in a movie. She was only a couple of feet away, but he didn't reach out and touch her.
"Oh, yes, this is very nice," she muttered. The head of the huge fake cock had disappeared up her cunt, and three or four inches of pink shaft had followed. She gripped the dildo tight in her fist and twirled it around and around, grinding it deeper up her pussy. Eventually she began to thrust the thick shaft in and out of her cunthole, fucking herself with it steadily.
"How... how does it feel?" he asked. She had hooked her knees up so that her legs were scissored and spread wide. Her dress was wrapped in an untidy roll around her waist.
"So nice. So nice. Is this why you keep this thing next to your bed, so that you can watch your girlfriends masturbate?" She had begun to breathe a little more heavily since her hand started pumping between her Legs.
He didn't answer her. Actually, he kept the dildo around more as a joke than anything. But he had been surprised at the number of his lady friends who had really enjoyed a good time with it. It came in handy for those nights when he didn't feel like fucking more than once or twice. It gave the ladies something to fall back on.
"It feels great. Just fucking great," she murmured. Her breath was coming harder and harder and she had begun to sweat slightly. Her fist dug the fake cock in and out wildly.
"I want to see your tits. I want to undress you," he said suddenly, snapping from his helplessness. The bulge in his pants was really big now.
"Help yourself. Feel free," she whispered. "I'd like to see your cock, as a matter of fact."
He reached for the shoulder straps of her dress, slipping them down her arms. Then leaning low over her, he pulled down the front of the dress till her full heavy tits wobbled into view. His eyes widened at the size of them, and at the length and thickness of her nipples. He grabbed a handful of tit, squeezing in appreciation.
"What fantastic tits. What fucking long nipples," he croaked. He was sitting by her side on the bed now, interfering with the in and out motion of her hand in her crotch.
"Say, will you fuck me now, please?" she asked. "I'm all warmed up. I'm wet as can be. All you have to do is shove it in and I'll pop off like a rocket. You wanna? Huh? You wanna fuck me now?"
He squeezed her tits for another couple of seconds. Then he stood up quickly, peeled off his shirt and shoved down his pants and shorts. He joined her on the bed, with his cock sticking up from his crotch in an angry red column. It swung gently in the air, swayed this way and that. He reached for her dress, tugging it off over her head with one quick movement.
"Yes. Yes. Fuck me," she breathed. She fell back against the pillows and left the dildo sticking out from her cunt lewdly. Her big tits rolled on her chest and the nipples jutted up high toward the ceiling.
He crawled around between her legs and stared at the huge jutting dildo as if he had no idea what to do with it. All at once she heaved herself up and over, onto her hands and knees. Her ass thrust up high at him, the garters stretching taut along her pale asscheeks. She lay her head on her hands on the bed and turned her face to one side to speak to him.
"Up my ass. Fuck me up my ass," she muttered. "I've changed my mind. I really want it that way. Shove your big prick up my ass and fuck me silly."
The dildo stayed where it was in her cunt, and she grasped hold of it again and began ramming it back and forth. The lovely hump of her ass swept up toward him, the small circle of her asshole winking at him above the hair-lined slabs of her pussy lips. Her ass was so trim and tight and perfect.
"You sure? You want it up the ass?" he asked. And when she nodded, he gripped his cock, moved forward and planted his cockhead against the puckered ring of her asshole. Her asscheeks gripped his cock tightly, even before he started.
"Up the ass. Fuck me up the ass," she muttered into the pillow. There was a deep golden hollow in the small of her back, broken only by the strap of her garter belt. Her big tits were crammed below her into the coverlet.
He pressed forward, his cock in his hand to keep it from bending. Her spread thighs tensed with the force. And bit by bit, the ugly purple head of his prick bore into her asshole and stretched the puckered ring taut. His prick-head disappeared, and an inch of cock shaft, and another. He used his weight to force his prick deeper and deeper into her ass.
"All the way! Shove it up there all the way!" she moaned into her pillow. Her eyes clenched shut with tension.
He was more or less squatting behind her, coming at her from up above to avoid the jutting shaft of the dildo up her cunt. Her asscheeks folded around the spike of his prick as it sank lower and lower and disappeared steadily from sight. The paleness of her tight little ass cheeks contrasted with the bulling red stiffness of his ugly cock.
"Fuck me up the ass! Ram your cock up there and fuck me hard!" she groaned. She was still twirling the fake cock in her greasy cunt.
He sank down still farther on her and the final inches of swollen cock slid up her ass. His balls settled onto the free strip of .skin between her asshole and puffy cunt. He rested for maybe five seconds. Then he began fucking her, plowing her sweet little ass with the thick swollen pole of his prick.
She accepted him gratefully, her ass tilted up at him and her slender thighs spread as wide as they would go. She let go of the pink dildo, allowing it to stick out from her pussy on its own. It jutted down six inches below her, the other six inches embedded in her cunt. She now had both elbows winged out on either side of her for extra support.
"Yes! Oh, God, I love it! Cram it up my ass! Fuck me deep! Oh, yes! I love it! I love it!" she moaned. She remained still now and let him do all the work, accepting each of his thrusts with a little whimper of delight. She felt the huge head of his cock deep in her belly somewhere each time he sank down on her.
He really was fucking her deep, sinking his prick in her ass to the hilt with steady, even strokes. He rose up till only his cockhead stayed caught in the tight circle of her asshole. Then he shoved down heavily and buried his entire prick all the way to the balls. He swung to the left and to the right, carving her ass wide open, so that no one would ever have a hard time ass-fucking her again.
"Deep! So deep!" she crooned into her pillow. She almost sounded as if she was crying.
The dildo was sliding out slowly from her sucking cuntlips. Her pussy was so wet and greasy, and the jerking steady movements of his cock were cranking the dildo farther and farther out every second. It suddenly fell free altogether and landed on the coverlet. Her cunt lips gaped wide in bright pink folds. The strips of pussy flesh gleamed wetly.
"Come up my ass! Shoot your jizz up my asshole!" she wailed. "I want you to flood my asshole with cum! I want to feel it all hot up my ass!"
He continued fucking into her, his balls swinging heavily against her. His prick plowed in and out of her, sucked so tightly by her ass that he felt like he was being peeled. His balls were numb, bloated with a hot load of cum. He wouldn't be able to keep up this pace much longer. He'd have to let go real soon, he knew.
"Blast it! Blast your cum up my ass! Spurt it!" she pleaded. Her hand gripped a hunk of the coverlet. She began twisting it in her fist.
He buried his cock in her one more time, and one more time again, and then it seemed to dissolve in a wild explosion of spurting cum. He blasted her again and again, just as she wished. The jets sprang deep into her ass, flooded her bowels. Cum swirled about up her ass like boiling cream, clogging her to capacity.
But then he pulled back, let his still-spurting prick slip from the vise of her ass. He grabbed his cock in his fist, pumping it viciously. He began aiming wads of cum all over her ass and gaping cunthole. He sprayed the twin domes of her asscheeks, the wide-spread gash of her hair-lined cunt, and her asshole, where a stream of silver jizz was oozing free by the quart.
He streaked her left asscheek with a stream of cum, then her right. He watched the goo dribble down her pale thighs like milk, till it soiled her black stocking tops. He slotted his cock in the crack of her ass and fired jet after jet over the small of her back. One silver streamer arced high and ended up splattered between her pretty shoulder blades.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she groaned, not knowing what to make of the weird feeling of having her ass sprayed. "Sweet hot cum! Sweet hot cum all over me!"
He squatted there behind her, jerking himself off, spurting wad after wad of steaming hot jism all over her ass and lower back. And he watched in fascination as the silver cream drooled down her asscheeks in long gleaming strings. He aimed his last few jets directly at her cunt, firing thick knots of jizz all over the wriggling pink folds of her open pussy.
And he watched while the white cum dribbled down into the hollow of her back. He saw it pool there like some kind of exotic lotion. The rear strap of her garter belt became soiled with the streaming silver jizz. The entire hump of her pretty ass was streaked and sprayed with long ribbons of silver cum.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she whimpered.
When his cock stopped spurting at last, he leaned in closer and poked his prick about in the strings and gobs of white goo. He spread the jizz about on her, making her ass and lower back and thighs shine with a thick coating of fuck juice. Finally, when she was good and messed up, he sank his cock into the gaping wet hole of her cunt. He began to fuck her steadily.
"Sweet hot cum! Sweet hot cum all over me!" she groaned.
CHAPTER SIX
Babysitting for Mrs. Welles was always confusing for Angie. She never knew who she was going to see in the house, or who would be taking Mrs. Welles out on any particular occasion. Her husband was long gone. Either he and Mrs. Welles were divorced, or he'd just up and left one day. Angie never could find out. At any rate, Mrs. Welles never seemed to be living alone. Men came and went in her house like hotel guests.
What was really weird was that there often seemed to be more than one man, often three or four, in her life at the same time. Within a week Angie could sit for her three times and see three different men. And they weren't just casual dates. They were obviously her lovers. They stayed overnight. Angie often wondered about Mrs. Welles' kid. If she was confused, what about him?
Angie kind of admired Mrs. Welles, though. She was independent, her own woman. She didn't care what the neighbors said. Her marriage had failed, but she liked men, lots of men, and she wasn't afraid to do something about it. She seemed to like Angie, too, and often asked her to sit for a while so that she could get out and have a little fun. Maybe she recognized something of herself in the young girl.
Angie babysat for her on Saturday night, while she was still tingling from her tremendous ass-fuck with Ray Butler. The house was a mess, as if it really was a kind of hotel used by many different people, none of whom cared anything about it. For the first hour Angie went around picking things up and tidying the living room. She hated to have to spend time anywhere it was messy.
Then she sat watching TV and daydreaming, thinking back over the last few days and the amazing changes that had taken place in her life in such a short time. She'd been fucked every which way, it seemed, by four different men, not counting her boyfriend, Danny. Her body had been used in some pretty wild ways, especially the previous evening when she'd had her very first ass-fuck.
She'd never realized that such things could be so exciting. Up until a few days ago, a blow-job was as weird as her sex life got. Now there was nothing she wasn't willing to try. She began thinking if there was anything new she could experiment with next time. There were probably so many varieties of fucking. She'd only just begun to scratch the surface, really.
She was thinking along these lines, and had come to the conclusion that she'd tried all the most important variations, when a key turned in the lock of the front door and two men entered as if they owned the place. One of them Angie recognized as a recent boyfriend of Mrs. Welles'. The other was a complete stranger to her.
"Well, what have we here? A welcoming committee?" the familiar one said, striding into the living room. His name was Len some thing-or-other, Angie recalled. She hadn't seen him around in about three weeks. Both men seemed slightly drunk, she noticed.
"This must be the cute little babysitter I've heard so much about," the other one said. "And very nice, too. Even better than I imagined."
Angie smiled nervously and watched them as they made themselves at home. Len was pouring drinks for them behind the small bar. The other one sat opposite her in an easy chair and stared at her with obvious appreciation. Both men looked crumpled and tired, as if they'd just spent a long time on the road. Then she remembered that Len drove a truck for a living.
"Hope you don't mind us dropping in like this, little girl," Len said. "But old Coral, Mrs. Welles that is, gave me the key to the place and said any time I'm passing through, the place is mine. Eddie and me, we been on the road a while. We gotta get refreshed, know what I mean, baby?"
"Sure," Angie said shyly. She wasn't sure what to say, or how to react. She was alone in a room with two strong sexy middle-aged men, she realized all at once. Ever since Mr. Stewart, she'd been interested in older men.
Now she was confronted with two at the same time. She was nervous but excited.
"You get tired and horny on the road, you know?" Eddie put in. "All that driving. Nobody to talk to but truckers. A guy needs some entertainment."
"What you need is a cold shower," Len said, smiling. "Go on, you go first. Through there."
He handed Eddie a drink and motioned him through to the bathroom, still smiling at Angie apologetically. Eddie was only slightly younger than Len, but the older man seemed to treat him as if the difference in their ages was much greater. It was almost as if they were father and son.
"You'll have to excuse Eddie," Len went on when he was gone. "It's been a long haul. And we had a few drinks before we headed in."
"I don't mind. I like him," Angie responded. She watched Len with her big blue eyes.
He stared right back at her, taking in her big tits in the bright pink T-shirt, the slender girlishness of her legs in her tight blue jeans. Then he turned away, as if he was thinking of a daughter or something. He paced about in front of her, sipping his drink. They made small talk about Mrs. Welles and the house for a white.
When they heard the shower stop, he excused himself and strode off down the hall to dean himself up. Angie stared at the TV screen without seeing anything, her mind racing. A lewd idea had popped into her head. She was alone with two sexy middle-aged men. They were probably both horny as hell. Maybe there were a few things she hadn't tried after all.
She could hear their low voices murmuring way down the hall. Then she heard the shower start up again and someone start whistling. As if she was in a daze, she stood up and snuck down the hall. She could at least take a peek at them, she thought, even if she went no further. She was curious to see what two middle-aged men looked like naked.
The bathroom door was open, and steam was drifting out lazily. Eddie, the younger one, was sitting on the closed top of the toilet, drying his legs with a big bath towel. His head was bent in concentration, and he didn't notice her there, just outside the door. Len was whistling happily in the shower stall.
Angie studded Eddie carefully, noting how big and brown and muscular he was, not at all her idea of a middle-aged trucker. Her eyes stole a glimpse of his softened cock as it drooped down between his thighs like the root of some small tree. It looked so pretty and cute like that, she thought. It amazed her how different men's cocks were when they were soft.
"Say, baby, come on in, don't be shy!" Eddie said suddenly. He stood up and reached for her, hauling her into the steamy bathroom before she could react. "Want to see what the big boys look like in the shower, huh? Well, I'm not much, but old Len, he's hung like a fucking horse!"
Angie flushed with embarrassment as Eddie handled her, his cock flopping about loosely between his legs. But she didn't complain. She didn't resist. She gazed in fascination at Len as Eddie whipped back the shower curtain and displayed the older man for her. He was covered in soapy froth and had his eyes closed. For a second or two he wasn't aware of what was going on.
"What's up? What's the matter?" he spluttered, finally clearing one eye of soap and gazing out at them. He was rubbing his hands through the soaped-up hair on his chest.
Angie couldn't take her eyes off the monstrous hunk of cock that dangled down between his legs almost to his knees. It must be nearly a foot long, she thought, and in places it was as thick as her arm. Soapy water slid down his cock shaft and dripped from his pricktip lewdly.
"Jesus, what's going on here?" he sputtered at last, catching sight of Angie and Eddie staring at him. Like some shy schoolboy, he tried to cup his cock in his hand, but it was hopeless. His monster prick wriggled and squirmed in his fist like a slippery snake. The best he could do was bend it toward his thigh with his fingers. The head and six inches of shaft were clearly visible.
"Just giving the little lady a glimpse at the merchandise," Eddie quipped. "She was curious. Young girls should see what a real cock looks like once in a while. It gives them something to strive for."
"Well, fuck, Eddie... " Len complained. But then he caught sight of Angie's amazed young face and he broke off. Her eyes were wide, as if she was seeing some weird animal in the zoo for the first time. And her lovely young mouth was half open. He could see her perfectly even white teeth and the flicking tip of her pink tongue.
"She loves it. Look," said Eddie. "This little girl just loves cock, you can tell. She really appreciates the sight of a fine hunk of prick meat."
She really did appear to be in a trance. She didn't say a word, but simply stared at his huge dangling prick as if she'd found the meaning of life. Len didn't know quite what to do. He quit soaping himself and stared right back at her, letting the warm water clear him of all the foamy suds. He felt a mild pulsing in his cock.
"Well you going to stare at it all night or what?" Eddie encouraged. She suddenly remembered her boyfriend, Danny, saying something similar to her. It now seemed years ago.
She stepped forward in a daze, and for a second it appeared that she would move right into the shower with Len, fully dressed. Eddie stopped her briefly and pulled her T-shirt over her head quickly, letting her big tits dance free. Then he was on his knees in front of her, unzipping her fly, tugging her jeans down her legs.
"Eddie, you sure... " Len whispered, still watching Angie closely. He was amazed at the way her tits bounced and wobbled, like springy balls.
"Don't worry. She wants it. Look at her." Eddie untangled Angie's jeans from her ankles and stripped her pink panties down her legs. He gazed at the tufted mound of her cunt and his mouth watered.
"I want to suck it. I want to suck his cock," Angie murmured strangely. She sounded as though she was talking to herself. She stepped forward, naked now, her arm stretched out toward LOT'S crotch.
"And I want to suck your cunt. I want to eat your pussy till you scream," Eddie answered. He was on his knees on the floor, her panties still in his hands. He tossed them aside, and as she moved forward, he slipped in front of her quickly. He was between her legs as she stumbled over him with her arms flying.
"Eddie! Jesus Christ!" Len complained. He was forced to let go of his cock and reach out for Angie as she fell. He grabbed hold of her arms and held her steady. His big cock flopped free and swung between his legs like some great heavy pendulum.
"I wanna eat the little cunt. I gotta eat her," Eddie croaked. Angie was already draped over him weirdly, with her legs on each of his shoulders. Her cunt was inches from his face and he quickly buried his mouth in the sweet frizzy hair of her pussy. "And I wanna suck his cock. I gotta suck his cock!" she cried, waving her hand about as best she could in search of his dangling prick.
It occurred to Len that they could all have a nasty accident here if someone didn't keep his head. He couldn't let Angie go. If he did she'd smash her face on the floor of the shower. She was leaning on him with more than half her weight. Her feet weren't touching the ground. She was half-squatting on Eddie's face.
She found Len's cock with her fingers, squeezed it and tried to heft it upward toward her face. He couldn't prevent her. He was using both arms to support her. He felt her long slender fingers curl round his wet prick, then begin to shuck up and down gently. Immediately his crotch went numb with pleasure. There was an ache already in his huge balls.
The shower water still drummed down on them, and soon Angie was soaking wet, her blonde hair set in pretty little ringlets about her face. Eddie, too, was getting wet, and he humped his ass over the edge of the shower stall so that the whole bathroom wouldn't be flooded in a matter of minutes.
"Say little girl, you sure you want to be fooling around like this with two horny men?" Len asked her. Now that Eddie had moved, she was closer, and he could lift her almost upright. Her big juicy tits dangled below her like soft wet melons. Water poured down over them and streamed from her long nipples erotically.
"I wanna suck it! I wanna suck your cock!" she insisted. She still pumped his cock steadily, and it was growing stiff and strong in her fingers. She couldn't get her mouth close to it, though, and she was frustrated.
Eddie was gnawing on her soggy cunt, burying his mouth in her cunt muff and licking and chewing her ragged folds of pussy skin. He didn't care what they were doing. He dug his tongue deep into her, swirled it around and around and nipped her cunt flesh with his lips. He was having the time of his life. Len gave in. It seemed the only way to keep her quiet. He lowered her down again, letting her head sink toward his crotch. He watched, fascinated, as her pretty little-girl mouth opened into a wet oval. Her fist tilted his monster cock up at an angle. And then her lovely wet lips were circling his bloated cockhead, and her tongue was teasing and tickling it lewdly. "Sssssmmmmm!" she murmured, ecstatic. She licked his cockhead every which way, corkscrewed her mouth about and tried to stuff his swollen prick into her face. His cock was so big. It was just so very big.
"Why don't we dry off and head to the bedroom," Len suggested. "Before we all get killed." Her mouth on his cock was making him weak in the knees.
For the moment they both ignored him. Angie squatted on Eddie's shoulders. Her cunt was being sucked and teased by his expert mouth. She had succeeded in forcing the head of Len's cock between her lips and was now trying to cram more and more of his prick shaft in after it. Meanwhile Eddie licked and sucked and nibbled at her delicious fresh young cunt flesh.
"It would be safer. It would be drier. We could fuck and suck in the big bed for hours," Len went on gamely. "Anything you want, we could give you there. Anything."
Angie tried and tried to stuff more cock in her mouth, but either his cock was too big, or she was working at it from too different an angle. She pulled her mouth off his prick and stared up at Len in agreement. He was right. In the bedroom she'd be able to do anything she wanted. Now if only Eddie would stop eating her for a moment.
All at once he did stop, as if finally he was in perfect agreement with them. He tilted his soaking-wet face back off Angie's cunt muff and gazed up at than. Then he lowered her, letting her step onto the floor of the shower. He withdrew his head from between her legs and stood up, the shaft of his cock jutting promisingly from the wet curls of his crotch hair.
"Okay, let's go to the bedroom. But first I insist on one thing." He smiled wickedly. "Before we go, I gotta soap her up. I gotta feel every delicious wet inch of her."
Angie stood between the two men, all three of them completely naked in the pounding shower. And while she played with their cocks, pumping them wetly in each hand, the two men soaped her up. She felt hands all over her, on her tits, in her crotch, between the cheeks of her ass. They squeezed her, rubbed her, made her skin shine with hot foamy suds. It was the single most exciting shower of her life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They soaped Angie up there in the shower for a good ten minutes, covering her with white sudsy foam. Both men squeezed her wet tits and massaged her slippery asscheeks. Both men slipped their fingers into her cunt and up her ass. Her knees buckled with lust and she had to lean against their naked wet bodies. She clung to their cocks like life-lines, squeezing them, pumping them in her hands. And just when she thought would faint with pleasure, they were out of the shower and into one of the big bedrooms. She was bundled in a huge bath towel and the two men were scouring her dry, rubbing her all over, making her lovely skin glow with health. They squished her tits some more and made sure her ass and cunt were really dry.
"Fuck me now. Please fuck me now," she moaned. "I need it real bad. I want your cocks in me so bad."
The two men glanced at each other quickly. It was as if she was drunk, out of her mind with sex-pleasure. She obviously meant what she said and really did need some cock. She kept reaching for their cocks, curling her fingers around them, tugging on them expertly. She moaned and whimpered and begged them to stuff her with cock.
"Let me suck you. Let me suck you both. Oh, please! I need to!" she croaked. She did sound desperate.
They lay her out on a big towel on the bed and let her writhe and squirm and wriggle like some exotic stripper putting on a show. They Knelt on either side of her, their cocks tilting out dangerously over her face. Her fingers curled over each prick, pulling them down toward her mouth. She began kissing and licking each cock in turn, using her lips and her tongue to drive them crazy.
"I love cocks! I love to suck cocks!" she groaned, and she tilted her head higher and sucked the head of Eddie's cock into her mouth. Then almost immediately she slopped it out and forced her lips down over Len's prickhead.
Both men stared down at her, letting her do as she wished with their cocks for the time being. They each had a hand on one of her tits, squeezing and massaging roughly. Eddie's cock stuck out through her fist like a steel bar. It kept wanting to tilt upward. Len's prick loomed down through her fingers like a huge hunk of pipe.
"Suck cock, suck cock, suck cock," Angie murmured over and over again. Her head tilted from one prick to the other and back again. At one point she stopped midway between the two and tried to fold her lips over both cockheads at the same time. She damn near succeeded, too, but Len's cock was so big that it kept slopping down her chin.
Eddie suddenly pulled his cock free of her grasp while she was concentrating on getting Len's prick in her mouth. He crawled down the bed on all fours, his prick bouncing up and down beneath him like a giant spring. Her legs were hooked up and spread wide, leaving her cunt gaping open beneath her tuft of golden pubic hair. He knelt between her thighs, gripped his cock in his fist, leaned down and forward.
"Yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" she begged, her eyes meeting his over the giant pole of Len's cock. "I need it so bad! I need a cock up my cunt so fucking bad!"
Eddie nudged his cockhead between the puffy swollen lips of her cunt and he pushed forward. His prick slid into her cunt easily, inch after inch. In one motion his cock was inside her pussy to the hilt, his balls nestled in the crook of her thighs. His ass began pumping up and down and he was fucking her, drilling her with the long solid spike of his prick.
"Yes! Mmmfffmmmfff! Oh, fuck me, yes! Mmmfffmmmfff!" she mumbled, between deep sucks of Len's cock. The big jelly mounds of her tits shook back and forth at every stroke from Eddie's solid cock. Her golden brown belly rippled beautifully and her brown thighs spread wide.
She was spread at an angle across the bed, her head near its edge. Len suddenly shifted his leg to the floor so that he was half standing, half-kneeling just to her right. Then he tilted her head back and down off the bed, supporting her with one hand beneath her neck. Her lovely hair, all curly and damp, hung down toward the floor in a blonde tangle.
From this angle he could feed her more of his cock. She could try to stuff more of it into her mouth. Her lips wrapped gamely around his prickhead and crawled inch after inch down his huge bloated cockshaft. It was like eating the fat end of a baseball bat. But she sucked in three, and then four inches of prick-meat.
"She loves it. The little bitch loves fucking and sucking," Eddie grunted. He was fucking madly, driving his cock in and out of Angie's cunt with deep, strong lunges. His prick was slick and greasy with the juices of her pussy.
"She's just friendly. Just a real friendly little girl," Len grunted, watching a fifth and sixth inch of cock disappear into her mouth.
Angie lay between the two men in a fog of lust. Eddie's thrusts were keeping her primed on the edge of coming. Her pussy and crotch felt like they were melting with pleasure. And at the same time, she had a huge hunk of prick to use her mouth on, to lick and suck and tease with her lips. She was in heaven. Sex with just one guy would never be the same for her again after this.
"Hey Len, you wanna fuck her for a while?" Eddie asked suddenly. "I might have to come real soon, and I wanna blast it down her throat. I wanna fill her slut mouth with cum."
Len didn't answer. He was gazing down at Angie's cock-stuffed mouth as if he couldn't believe she'd taken so much prick into her face. There must have been seven inches of monster thick cock embedded in her mouth. But there were still at least four more inches to go, and it was clear she wasn't going to make it.
She gazed up at him helplessly, her eyes wide and unsure. She'd gone as far as she could go and she seemed stuck, as if she couldn't even back off if she wanted to. Her lovely full lips were stretched to the limit around the huge pulsing bulk of his cock. They formed a tight seal from which nothing could escape. Her nostrils were flared wide as she snorted in air.
"What do ya say, Len? I'm almost ready to come here," Eddie croaked. "I wanna fuck her mouth. I wanna spray her tonsils and hose down her throat. Come on. huh?"
Len seemed to come awake. It was obvious that Angie could suck no more of his cock into her mouth. His prick was so thick and swollen, she couldn't even slide her mouth back and forth on it. She was stalled. She had tried her best. Gently and very slowly, he corkscrewed his prick back out from between her lips. It came out glistening brightly.
"Come on, for fuck's sake! I wanna paint her teeth!" Eddie yelled. He withdrew his reddened cock from her sucking cunt and it angled up from his crotch stiffly. His prick seemed to be steaming slightly, and a vein in its side quivered as if about to burst.
Len finally had his own prick clear of Angie's mouth. It swung free heavily and dripped something onto her neck. She gasped in air and closed her eyes for a while, waiting for the second, smaller cock to appear in front of her face. The men exchanged places, Eddie scrambling quickly up the bed and Len crawling slowly around between her legs, his cock swaying between his thighs.
Eddie took up the same position Len had had, with one leg on the floor and one on the bed. He, too, tilted Angie's head back, and in no time he had his cock stuffed into her mouth and back into her throat. It went in all the way, his cockhead boring deep into her throat. His balls bumped against her nose each time he rammed into her.
"Oh yeah! What a mouth! What a hot, wet, sucking bitch of a mouth!" he groaned. He cradled her head in his hands and fucked her face steadily, driving his big cock between her lips with even, steady lunges.
Len planted his monster cockhead between her pussylips and forced himself forward. Her cunt was wide open and greasy and it was a good thing. The head of his prick and several inches of cock flesh vanished before he met with any resistance. Then he simply paused and took a deep breath before proceeding.
She was taking his prick in, all of it, slowly but surely. Her cuntlips warped out of shape, like a mouth trying to wrap around a brick, but inch after inch, she was sucking his cock into the warm wet folds of her cunt. He pressed on and didn't stop now. Deeper and deeper he dug into her. And finally his belly heaved down on hers, and he was in her all the way, his cock buried to the balls.
"All of you! She took every last inch of you!" Eddie sang out in amazement. "Jesus Christ, she's a bottomless pit! And me, too! She's sucked me all inside! Two cocks at the same time! The little slut's taken the both of us at once! Oh, fuck!"
Both men began fucking her madly, drilling their huge cocks into her as deep as they would go. She lay there between them and let them. She was loving every minute of it. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. And she was proud and thrilled that they could be so impressed with her. it proved she was good, it added to her confidence.
She wrapped her slender thighs around Len and drew his prick deep into her, feeling the monstrous head of his cock lunging up in her belly somewhere. She lapped and sucked at Eddie's prick, putting all the love and tenderness she could into the lewd flicks of her tongue. And she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Her cunt was melting in wave after wave of pleasure.
"I can't hold it! The little slut's sucking me dry!" Eddie moaned. He rammed his cock into Angie's upturned face once, twice, three times. Then, while his cockhead was embedded deep in her throat, he stopped dead. His head rolled back, his eyes closed, and he began to pour out his steaming jizz in jet after jet after jet.
"Ggglllgggllfggg!" Angie gurgled, her throat bobbing. She swallowed heavily, sucking the hot drafts of cum to her belly gamely.
She felt as if she was bang force-fed raw eggs.
The cum was thick and slimy as it slithered down her throat.
But then the cum was welling up, backing up into her mouth, squirting from the corners of her lips in little jets. It ran from the corners of her mouth and curled up her cheeks, trickling toward her eyes like tears. She blinked her eyes open in mild panic, but all she could see was the huge bloated sac of his balls squatting over her nose.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he grunted. He slid his cock back slowly, withdrawing from her throat till only his swollen cockhead was still in her mouth. Then, while strings of cum dripped off the shaft of his prick, he emptied his balls into her mouth a squirt at a time.
She gurgled, snorted and swallowed as hard as she could. His cockhead sat on her tongue and belched out wad after wad of steaming hot cum, filling her mouth again and again, pumping her cheeks so full that they swelled up like balloons. Jims sizzled about beneath her tongue, between her cheeks and gums, between her teeth. It clogged her throat. And it poured from her mouth in thick silver streams, overflowing her lips and spilling down her face crazily. Two thick streams flowed from the corners of her mouth, up across her cheeks as far as her ears. His cock was coated with white cum, and it drooled lazily from his prickshaft.
"Coming in her mouth! Shooting in her crazy slut face!" Eddie bawled. He began pumping his hips again slowly, plunging wads of jizz back into her throat.
Len watched the streams of silver cum pour from Angie's mouth as he lunged back and forth in her cunt. And suddenly he, too, was grunting and groaning. He buried his prick deep in her pussy one last time, and his balls melted. Jets of hot cum fired off from his pricktip far into Angie's helpless body. His monster cock twitched again and again and again.
For a while both cocks were spurting at the same time, and Angie had never felt so weird in all her life. So much energy, so much cum was being fired into her that she felt shaken, as if things were totally out of control. It was a wild feeling, but terribly exciting. Her body felt as if it was being pumped completely full of hot male jism.
"Blasting down her throat! Blasting down her throat!" Eddie raved. And he jetted out another stream of cum into Angie's guzzling throat.
Len didn't say a word. He just grunted and fucked and shot out knot after knot of thick swirling cream. His cock seemed to have expanded, if that were possible, and it was cranking out gobs of cum so thick and fast that her belly trembled. The white cum backed up and spilled from her swollen pussylips, flowing into the crack of her ass and onto the coverlet.
He pulled back, waited a fraction of a second, then lunged back in her cunt again. And each time, his prick shot out a torrent of cum that clogged her already overflowing pussy. He seemed to have unlimited amounts of jism. Again and again and again, it spat out into her. His cum was heavy and thick and hot, and it plugged her to capacity.
"She loves it! She fucking loves it!" Eddie raved on. He fucked his cock in and out of Angie's mouth steadily now, and the cum flowed more slowly.
Len seemed to feel that he'd dumped enough cum up her cunt. Suddenly he pulled his cock clear of her soggy, drooling fuckhole. He lay his cockshaft in her pussy hair and let the rest of his jism spurt up her body in quivering white streamers. The huge log of his prick still shot cum heavily.
A long ribbon of silver shot up the center of her body and jetted right between her big tits. The end of the thick streamer ended up pooling in the hollow of her neck. Another jet splattered at an angle over her rib cage and decorated her left tit with a bright loop of white. The oily white lines gleamed like mercury on her golden brown skin.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck," Eddie moaned, watching the obscene spectacle. Cum fired up from Len's cock like it was shot from a gun.
Another loop of silver jism arced up in the air, then fell slithering across Angie's belly at an angle, crossing her navel and filling it to overflowing in an instant. Then the cum simply poured out of Len's cock in a slow, steady stream, like syrup from a bottle. It oozed out thickly, coating her belly and pubic bush, matting the hairs together. Angie's belly shone like it had been varnished.
"What a hot bitch! What a horny, sleazy little slut cocksucker!" Eddie grunted. He withdrew his prick from Angie's mouth at last and began rubbing it back and forth across her mouth, smearing his own jism every which way. Her face and body shone with heavy globs of silver cum.
And from her mouth and cunt, the white jism poured in streams. She was clogged to capacity with hot creamy cum.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Where do I go from here? Angie often asked herself over the next several days. How can I possibly top a double fuck-suck with two horny men, two virtual strangers at that? In a really short time she'd had a crash course in fucking. She'd surely tried just about every sex act, with lots of different men. How could she now keep herself from growing bored? Would a regular fuck with just one guy ever be the same for her again?"
She spent a great deal of time thinking about ail this, and one of her favorite methods was to go off by herself, walking in strange parts of the city. Often she'd walk for hours, hardly knowing what direction she was going. Other than her thoughts, the only things she paid attention to were the men in the street. She always sized them up, no matter how old or ugly. She couldn't stop ogling them.
The weather turned cool and wet toward the end of the week and she took to wearing her raincoat everywhere. It was while on one of her long walks in the rain that a lewd and exciting idea came too her. Seeing all the greasy old men in the sleazier parts of town made her think of it. She decided to try being a flasher.
She'd read about these silly men who went around dressed in nothing but old raincoats, opening them up and flashing their cocks at women and girls when the urge grabbed them. She thought it would be exciting and kind of kinky to pull a switch, to be the flasher, herself, showing off her private parts to anyone on the street who interested her.
And the next time she went out, in mid-afternoon, she was ready. She made herself up to look real whorish, with heavy globs of lip stick and deep blue, almost black eye shadow. She fluffed out her pretty blonde hair on either side of her face and practiced a great deal of pouting and licking of her full red lips.
Underneath her raincoat, she wore nothing but her black garter belt and dark nylon stockings. She let her big tits wobble and roll about freely, enjoying the way her stiff nipples scratched and scraped against the inner fabric of the coat. She loved the look of her tufted blonde cunt, bristling up naked between the black snaky straps of her garters.
And most of all, she loved the feel of the soft breeze up her naked crotch as she walked. She enjoyed the air on her pussy hair and ass. It was all so exciting, somehow, to be cruising the streets, knowing that any second she could drive some poor guy out of his mind. She walked the busy streets first, thrilled at the knowledge that no one but herself knew she was virtually naked beneath her raincoat.
Eventually she drifted into the quieter, less congested streets, and she practiced letting the coat float open once in a while as she moved. At one point she stood in front of a dosed store window and pulled the coat open all the way. She was amazed at how gorgeous and sexy her reflection was. Her lovely body, dressed in nothing but the garter belt and stockings, was something to behold.
Finally she began giving an odd male passer by a peek. First she just showed a heavy swell of tit, or a long long sweep of stockinged thigh. Soon she was showing a nipple here, a tuft of pussy there. But she only chose real safe-looking guys. One fellow looked like a real shy young accountant or something. He wore thick glasses, and she wasn't even sure he saw anything.
Another guy was so old that he couldn't have chased after her if he'd wanted to. She was by him in an instant and he simply gaped after her with his mouth open, as if he didn't believe that he'd just seen a gorgeous hunk of teenaged cunt flashed at him. Another guy was a bum, lying on a stoop. His eyes rolled drunkenly and he grunted gamely, but he was way too wined-out to move.
She flashed the driver of a car at one point, and there was a squealing of brakes and a near accident before Angie could round a corner and get out of sight. She began to really enjoy herself. What she was doing made her feel strange and very sexy. Her pussy grew damp and her nipples jutted up high from her plush young tits.
She found herself opposite a construction side, and she strolled over to get a better look at a group of men who were standing about in front of the door of a long trailer. They were smoking and joking around, as if they were through for the day and were just killing time until they could punch a clock somewhere. A couple of them wore hard-hats. Nearly all of them were dressed in check shirts and dusty jeans.
"Hi, little girl. You lost or what?" one of them called out as she stood watching them from the sidewalk. A couple of the others stopped talking and glanced over at her for the first time.
"I... I'm looking for something," she murmured softly, the excitement growing in her belly. She counted four men outside the trailer, not counting the one who addressed her from the doorway. There were sounds of other men coming from inside.
"Oh, yeah? What might that be, honey?" The man on the steps of the trailer looked to be about thirty. Like most of the others, he had his shirt open to his navel.
She took a step or two toward the men, stopped, glanced to her left and to her right. Then she let her raincoat fall open casually.
Even the least observant of the men could see her black garter belt, her dark stockings, her naked tits and cunt. The group fell completely silent and watched her. Nobody made a move toward her.
"I'm looking for something real special," she went on, her voice husky. "The biggest cock I can find."
Angie said it without thinking, almost as if someone else was saying it for her. Something was taking over inside her, something she had no control over. It felt weird, but exciting as hell, and she wouldn't have stopped it for the world. She wanted to know what it would force her to do next. She let the raincoat hang open, making no effort to conceal her gorgeous young body.
"Look at those fucking tits," someone murmured softly.
"The little bitch ain't wearing no pants," someone eke muttered. The group of men was shuffling nervously. They formed a semi-circle around her.
"Well, hear that boys? The little girl wants the biggest cock she can find," the man on the steps said. "And who among us would that be, I wonder?"
"Only one way to find out," someone else hissed.
Nobody in the group was looking at her with shock or disbelief. They all stared at her with curiosity, but it was a look of open lust as well. They stared at her as they would look at a sexy stripper who was just stepped from the stage and asked for a fuck. Their gazes swept everywhere over her, taking in every inch of her lush young body. Their blood was still pumping from a hard day on the job.
"Maybe you'd like to step inside," the man on the steps said. "That way we can see if anyone here has what you're looking for. Like Jack says, there's only one way to find out."
Angie felt like she was in a dream, or she was watching some weird movie or something. She began moving forward without thinking, and the men made room for her as she approached the trailer and started up the steps. The man she'd been talking to stepped aside, and she found herself inside the cluttered trailer. The three men inside stopped talking as she entered.
There was a desk at one end of the trailer, and piles of rain gear and equipment in the corners. But most of the room was taken up by a long lunch table with chairs around it. The place was warm and had a definite male smell to it that Angie found very sexy. She eyed the three men at the table and stood to one side as the five men from outside filed in behind her.
"The little girl's looking for something, boys," the man from the steps explained to the three seated men. "I think the least we can do is help her find it."
He moved over to Angie, stood in front of her and heaved out his crotch in invitation. He didn't make any move to touch her, or to force her to do anything she didn't want to do. He simply smiled at her confidently, challenging her to surprise him. His gaze roamed up and down her naked young body as it flashed at him from inside her raincoat.
"She ain't wearing a thing under there... " one of the men at the table grunted, twisting around in his seat.
"Garter belt and stockings... " the man beside him corrected. Everyone in the room was staring at Angie and the man standing confidently in front of her.
"I'm looking for the biggest cock I can find," she said softly, to no one in particular. Then she sank slowly to her knees on the floor and set about unbuckling the young man's belt and unzipping his fly.
The room was completely quiet except for the shuffling of feet as the men found positions from which they could watch the action. The men at the table stood up, and they came around to join the others. Angie was soon surrounded by a circle of onlookers. She didn't care. In fact, she liked it. This whole situation was so kinky, she loved it.
She was tugging down the pants and shorts of the first man, and his cock swung into view in front of her. She took it in hand and began shucking it up and down, testing his prick and weighing it to see if it was what she wanted. She bent her head and sucked it into her mouth, rolling her big eyes up to its owner to judge his reaction.
There were grunts and snickers of approval from the others standing around. Angie heard the words cunt and slut and cocksucker several times, but instead of upsetting her, they only made her feel sexier. She stuffed his cock deeper in her mouth and tugged at it, drawing life into his prickshaft, making it stick out solid and straight from his crotch.
Finally, she pulled her mouth off the cock and looked at it, judged its length and thickness. His prick jutted out maybe eight inches from a forest of dark crotch hair. It throbbed strongly. She smiled and kissed his purple prickhead warmly. Then she gazed about anxiously, in search of something else.
"I guess you strike out, Henry," someone snickered. "Better let some of the real men show her what they've got."
Several of the men were unbuckling their pants, unzipping their flys. Soon there were four or five cocks hanging down thickly on either side of her. She glanced to the left and to the right, examining the ugly cocks dangling down from their bushes of crotch hair. Circling the first one on her right with her fingers, she began pumping as she'd done with the first one. Her head dipped and her mouth opened.
"She's gonna suck him, too! She's gonna suck all of them!" came a voice from one side. Only three of the men were fully dressed now, and he was one of them. All eight men still watched her intently.
Angie had taken the second cock into her mouth and was sucking it eagerly, tugging his prick up from its roots with her lips. His cock began to fill and inflate in her mouth, till within seconds her lips were sealed tightly around his prickshaft and she was forced to back up, let more and more of his shining cock into the open. She still held the first cock in her fist and shucked it up and down steadily. Its owner had his eyes closed.
"Suck it, baby! Suck it real hard!" someone grunted.
"Hot little bitch! Cocksucking slut!" someone else muttered.
Angie began warming to her work. No sooner had the second cock grown into a thick, ugly red pole than she spit it out, kissed it quickly, and moved on to the next one. The men shuffled about eagerly, anxious to be the next in line. Even the three fully clothed men gave in. They stripped down their jeans and shorts and joined the others in the line-up.
She sucked one cock, made it thick and angry and hard while, with both hands, she tugged on two more cocks. And gradually, bit by bit, each and every cock in the room grew hard and stiff and strong. There were cocks of every shape and size, ones with foreskin and ones without, ones with ugly blue veins in their sides and others as smooth and red as pistons.
In a matter of minutes, she had sucked every cock in the room, all eight of them. And she seemed to have reached a decision. She picked out two men with cocks even bigger than Len, the trucker's. She tugged them together, gazed up at their owners with a sly smile on her pretty face. She jacked both cocks strongly with her fists.
Then she dipped her head and began sucking, first one. and then the other cock, using her mouth like an experienced whore. She sucked one cock for thirty seconds, then shifted over to the other. She had narrowed things down. Now she seemed to be trying to make the final decision between these last two.
The other men stood around, pumping their own cocks, sneaking a feel of her tit or her ass when they could get close enough. Someone had lifted her raincoat at the back and was rubbing his cock all over her asscheek.
"Will you fuck me with both those cocks?" she said at last, staring up wildly. "Both of you fuck me at the same time!"
CHAPTER NINE
Suddenly hands were all over Angie, feeling her, squeezing her, lifting her up off the floor and passing her, in mid-air, to the big flat lunch table. Her raincoat was hauled off her and she was left completely nude but for her black stockings and garter belt. Her tits wobbled and rolled and swung beneath her when she was tipped over.
Rough hands squeezed her lovely young tits, dug into her flesh, plucked at her hopelessly erect nipples, Fingers scraped down her golden belly, fluffed through her blonde pussy fleece, opened her sweet cuntlips and explored inside. There was a hand between the cheeks of her ass, prying, poking, till a finger found her asshole and dug inside.
She loved the feel of all the hands all over her. It was as if she was floating. And then she found herself draped across the lunch table with her legs spread. The guy with the huge cock was mounting her, poking his monster prick head between her soggy cuntlips. He was shoving inside, driving inch after inch of monstrous cock into her cunt.
The other huge cock was waving about above her face. Then the prickhead was at her lips and shoving inside. It bumped the roof of her mouth, then skudded down her throat. A heavy set of balls scraped about and bounced on her face. The second man began fucking her face, bulling his cock deep into her throat and forcing her poor lips to stretch to the limit.
"Fuck her... fuck the little bitch... give her all the cock you got!" someone croaked.
"Look at her suck... the little slut sure can suck a cock... " another voice chimed up.
Cocks were all over her, poking her, scraping against her skin, soiling her with slimy trails of pre-cum juice. She felt her fingers being wrapped solidly round one cock, then someone folded her free hand over yet another big prick. One prick was being rubbed back and forth across her rib cage. Another was rubbing her tit and flicking her nipple back and forth.
Angie's eyes closed with lewd pleasure. This was her idea of heaven, an endless supply of cock. There were enough cocks here to last her for hours, and even once they started popping off, there would be others to replace them. They could work in shifts. They could fuck her for hours, fill her full of jism. It was perfect.
Suddenly the big cock was pulled from her face, and it appeared that its owner was going to change places with the man fucking her. She had a lewd idea and tried to blurt it out past the other huge cocks that were suddenly poking her face in an attempt to get into her mouth. Finally, gasping with strain, she managed to pipe up: "Fuck me up the ass and the cunt at the same time! Plug me at both ends! I want you to! I wanna be crammed with cock! Split me in half!" There was real desperation in her voice. Her lovely young face was slick with sweat.
"Jesus Christ!"
"Sonovabitch!"
She heard the groans of surprise and lust all about her, but all she was interested in was if she was going to get her wish.
The big cock was withdrawn from her cunt. Its owner was joining her on the table, flopping heavily onto his back. Hands were lifting her again, squeezing her, revolving her this way and that till she was suspended above the monster cock, her tits swaying below her.
"Sit her on it! Have her squat down!" someone ordered.
Her legs were being spread wide, hands were lowering her. And she saw the owner of the big cock holding it up in his fist, aiming his prickhead at her gaping cunt. Then she felt his cockhead on her pussylips, between them. She was sinking down, and the huge cock was back deep in her cunt.
The other big cock was behind her, poking her asscheeks. She felt the monster cockhead slip into the crack of her ass, finding the puckered circle of her asshole. She felt the force of it as it was rammed harder and harder against her tight little ass ring. Then the cockhead was inside her ass and was fucking deeper, forcing itself alongside the prick throbbing up her cunt.
"He's in her all the way! Both fucking huge cocks are in her all the way!" someone yelled.
"Up the ass and the cunt at the same time! The little slut did it!" raved another voice.
Angie squatted there on the table, sandwiched between the two huge horny men. She'd never felt so strange or so full in her whole life. She'd never felt this good. Her ass began to twitch and buck, and the two men got the idea and began fucking her hard, drilling both their cocks in and out of her crazily.
And then the other cocks were all over her again. There was a cock in each fist, another one, or maybe two, poking at her tits. A truly ugly cock was forced into her mouth and rammed back and forth steadily. A couple of cockheads besides seemed to be rubbing against her face.
They were all over her, like squirming snakes. Angie was totally surrounded by hard thick cocks. She squeezed and sucked them and humped her body back and forth on top of them, and still she felt as if she wasn't getting enough. A deep, gurgling hum of lust started up in her throat. She sounded hungry and a little crazy at the same time. "What about the rest of us? We wanna fuck her, too!" someone croaked.
"Yeah, come on, you guys," said somebody else. "Any more and you'll split the poor silly little cunt in half!"
Angie was past caring. She felt so good, nothing could spoil this for her now. She was deeper into her weird sex daze, and she didn't even complain when the big cock was withdrawn from her asshole, or when the other slopped free of her cunt. The third cock slid from her mouth, and for a moment she was absolutely free of prickmeat.
But only for a moment. She was rolled over onto her back. Her lovely legs were spread wide. And then the first of many cocks bulled into her cunt and began fucking her all over again. Two cocks bumped across her lips, and she began licking and sucking them automatically. Someone crawled on top of her and began fucking her big tits.
"I'm next, fuck off, Buck," someone complained.
"Take it easy, there's enough here for everybody," said someone else.
The men that weren't fucking her face were lining up behind the guy between her legs. They allowed him maybe two minutes, then forced him to pull out and another fellow took his place. Three, four, five men fucked Angie in this way in a matter of minutes. Then they lined up all over again or moved up to her face for a go at her mouth.
The two men with the biggest cocks stood to one side for a few minutes, rested and watched the obscene orgy. Then they moved in again, joining the line-up. The men grew hot and sweaty with the effort. The eight cocks were all huge and red and angry, as if about to burst. Angie took them all on, one after the other.
Someone was scraping his balls across her face. She could feel the dry wrinkled pouch rubbing against her skin. Then a cockhead was prodding her cheek while another one poked her forehead. Cocks were all over her, surrounding her, straining against her with hot male hardness, eight thick cocks, all hard for her. She'd gotten them this way, all by herself. She felt proud and grown-up."
"I wanna blast her soon, I can't help it," someone grunted. It was the man currently shoving his cock in and out of her gaping wet cunt.
"You'll mess her up for the rest of us. Forget it," another voice complained. "Go jerk off somewhere."
"Get to the back of the fucking line-up.
Cool off," someone else suggested.
The voices penetrated slowly though Angie's daze, and she suddenly realized that all these cocks that she'd jacked and sucked and fucked to total hardness, all eight of them, would some time have to pop off. Sooner or later, they all had to come. And she was responsible for them. She had to see this through to the end. She had to let them all come inside her, or on her or in her mouth or something.
She groaned with lust and pleasure at the notion. Eight huge stiff cocks, all spurting steaming hot jism. It would be the experience of a lifetime. It would be something she'd remember for the rest of her life. And she wanted it to be something these eight guys would remember for the rest of their lives as well.
The man who had been about to come had withdrawn from her cunt and been replaced by the next one in the line-up. He slunk to the end of the line, his cock a blazing red pole jutting up and out from his hairy crotch. Pearls of heavy pre-cum juice dripped from his pricktip. And he wasn't the only one this was happening to.
"She sucks cock so good. What a fantastic little slut cocksucker," someone said. He had his cock bent at an angle into Angie's mouth, and she was sucking and gnawing at it gently, drawing his prick deep into her face and using her tongue on it wildly.
"You should try tit-fucking her," the man on top of her grunted. But he seemed to have had too much already, or he was real close to coming. He swung off her and joined the line-up of men waiting for her cunt.
Angie wanted to scream with pleasure. She wanted to yell and wail and shout dirty things to all the horny men. But her mouth was always full of cock. No sooner had she spit one big prick out than another was thrusting between her lips, its head bulling down into her throat. She had her work cut out for her just snorting in air through her nostrils.
"Fuck, I gotta let go soon. This cunt is just too much," a voice croaked. It wasn't the same man who had complained earlier. Most of the men, it seemed, were reaching a point of no return. Their cocks were huge and purple and the veins popped and twitched in their sides. Someone had to snap real soon.
Angie seemed to be struggling with the huge cock clogging her mouth. Her head wriggled from side to side so that the cock was stretched and strained. There was a grunt of complaint from its owner, and finally he wrestled his prick free of her mouth and began rubbing his cockhead over her face.
"What the fuck you trying to do, bitch, pull my cock off?" he wheezed. He smeared his cockhead across her cheek.
Angie gasped in air, as if she'd just come up from under water. Her head rolled from side to side crazily and her eyes glared up at each one of the horny men in turn. She was trying to speak, gasping and panting at the same time. Her lips opened and closed wildly. Finally deep husky sounds came from her throat. She began pleading with them.
"Come all over me! Spurt your jism every which way on me!" she begged, her voice desperate. "I want to see it all! I want to see each one of you come on me! I want to feel your cum on me! I want to eat it!"
Several of the men stopped what they were doing to listen to this, as if they didn't believe they were hearing correctly. They stared down at her as they would look at a crazy person. A few of them glanced at each other quickly. Only the man currently between her legs kept moving. He rammed his cock in and out of her steadily.
"Come on me! Come all over me!" she went on. "In my mouth! In my face! All over my tits! Cover my belly! Shoot all over my cunt! I want you to! I need it! Oh, please! I want to be smothered in hot juicy cum!"
CHAPTER TEN
There was a deep groaning sound from the man who was fucking her. He pistoned his ass in and out madly, bucking his cock in and out of her so fast that it was no more than a greasy blur. Then he began to grunt and gasp. The veins in his neck stood out like taut cables. He heaved his prick out of her with one lightning quick motion, then he humped it back and forth in the tufted bush of her pussy hair.
A jet of quivering silver cum rose up into the air and hung for a split second there as if frozen. It was two and a half, three feet long, and twisted in the air like a white strip of string. Then it fell splattering across Angie's near-naked body with a splash, decorating her with a shining ribbon of silver.
There were gasps and groans from the rest of the men. They had all watched the weird jet of cum shooting out. Now they shuffled about nervously, each one anxious to be the next to fuck her, to spurt out a hot load of cum. They pulled on their cocks steadily, forcing themselves closer and closer to the edge.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh, fuck!" the man fucking her groaned. He bucked forward across her cunt hair one more time, and another glistening rope of silver jism wriggled up into the air. This one was just as long and thick as the other.
The first streamer of cum had angled off to one side, landing in a long white line that stretched up over her belly and rib cage to her tit, where it draped like icing on a cake, just missing her hopelessly erect nipple. The cum string looped around the upper globe of her tit and ended at her armpit. It shone greasily.
This second jet fired off just to the right of the first, slicing across her navel and up over her tit so that it fell directly across her stiff nipple, making it shine like a varnished piece of fruit. Part of the jet slashed down into the hollow of her neck and began to pool there. The two cum-lines ran almost parallel along her golden-brown body.
"Sweet Christ! Look at that! Sonovabitch!" someone yelled. There were grunts and groans and swearing all around.
Another sizzling streamer of cum spat free, but this one was lower, close to her body, and it rattled right up the center of her in a greasy hot line. It shot right between her tits, perfectly, and joined the squirming pool of jizz formed already in the hollow of her neck. The cum there began to drain off on either side of her pretty neck.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Like that!" she cried with pleasure. "Spurt all over me! Cover me with cum! I love it! Shoot on my tits! Shoot on my tits!"
One more long jet of cum shot off from this first exploding cock. It rattled up her right side and flung itself around the inner globe of her tit, hanging off her lush titmound like melting ice cream. Three distinct threads of silver drooled down her tit into her cleavage, mixing with the earlier cum. Only one guy had shot off, but she was already a mess.
She wanted to reach out, to scoop the cum up in her fingers and massage it into her tits and belly. She wanted to paint herself with jizz. But it was too early yet. All those other cocks had to explode. She kept her arms up and out of the way and watched the rest of this first mess of cum drip and drool from the fast emptying cock.
The first guy to come was being jostled to one side, forced out from between her hooked up legs. He had time to drip the last of his cum down onto Angie's belly in thick white loops, to rub his prickhead clean in the wiry blonde hair of her crotch. Then he was replaced, and another big cock was ramming back and forth in her cunt, getting ready to shoot.
Meanwhile several men had taken up places around her, content just to jerk off and aim their huge cocks at her face or her lovely brown body. Beside the guy fucking her, there was a man on either side, their cocks looming out over her belly. There were no less than four cocks grouped around her face. Two were lodged on either side of her mouth, like huge wieners. She licked them helpfully.
"Sweet Christ! Oh, fuck!" the man fucking her cried. Like the man before him, he pulled his cock out from her cunt just in time. He took it in hand and began jerking off over her. His face was tense with strain.
Hot loops of cum started spinning in the air, just as before. And they fell crashing across her young brown body in hot silver ribbons. They criss-crossed the strips of white already lying there, making weird patterns on Angie's body. To the right, to the left, up between her tits, the lines of white grew and grew and grew. They fell across her with loud, echoing splats.
And then all hell seemed to break loose. Not just one, but two and three men were shooting at the same time, firing off jet after jet of quivering silver cum across the helpless girl. She smiled ecstatically and closed her eyes with pleasure. She held her mouth open wide and waited for it to fill up with cum.
Two of the men obliged her at once by firing thick tracers of jizz between her gaping lips. They were soon joined by a third. Gob after gob of steaming white cum blasted into her mouth, rattled her teeth, hung from her gums like thick cobwebs. Her lips were soon plastered with wriggling white globs of jism. Her teeth shone silver.
And then the men got careless, or remembered more closely what she'd asked them to do. They began to miss her mouth and splat their cum into her face, wad after wad of it. Ribbons of silver jizz looped out from all three cocks near her face and slashed across her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. Jets of cum met in mid-air and exploded, falling in rich white gobs to her face.
The men on either side of her were grunting madly and spurting streamers of cum across her belly and tits. Her navel was already overflowing. Cum drooled to the left and right off her stomach and rib cage. Both her big tits were smothered with jizz as if they'd been glazed with silver goo. Cum flowed heavily between her tits and spread out across her belly and neck.
"Cover the little slut! It's what she wanted! Splatter her with cum!" the fellow between her legs croaked. He spurted one last time, and then watched his jizz drool from his cock lazily and snap across her greasy belly as his balls emptied.
Four men were all spurting at the same time across her mouth and face, lobbing out blob after blob of steaming white paste. Her mouth was full. They had spurted so many times into her open lips that the jism had backed up and formed a solid pool of white that covered her tongue and teeth completely. One of her nostrils was blocked. Her lower face was submerged under a wet blanket of cum.
And still they were spurting, now aiming higher, covering her eyes and forehead with gobs of cum so thick that her eyes were soon both sealed shut, the lashes matted together. The cum formed pools in her eye sockets. Ropes of it looped over the bridge of her nose and hung along the ridge of here eyebrows.
Angie had never felt so greasy in all her life. She was taking a bath, literally, in cum. She was splattered, from her pussy to the top of her head, with jism. At this very moment, someone had grabbed wads of her blonde hair and had wrapped it lovingly around his spurting cock. He was shooting into her hair, giving her a jizz shampoo.
And they weren't finished yet. She felt heavy droplets of cream spattering across her belly, across her tits. Someone was coming across her neck and jawline. And still the cocks fired cum over her nose and mouth and eyes. She squished the jizz about in her mouth and felt the weight of it. It felt like over a quart of heavy, heavy cream.
"Look at her! Look at the silly slut! She's covered in cum! She's smothered in it!" someone yelled.
"She loves it. She's a jizz-addict," someone added.
Angie wondered dazedly if this was true. She'd never felt this dirty, this kinky, in her whole life. But she'd also never felt as excited, as fulfilled. She was bringing off eight men in a matter of minutes. She was taking all of their cum, letting them splatter it everywhere, in her face and mouth and all over her. And she was loving every minute of it. It felt wonderful.
Someone splashed a thick ribbon of cum across her face diagonally. Someone else fired a hot stream across her left eye. Yet another person was letting his cock drool cum onto the weird shining pool of her mouth. She wondered if it would ever end, this crazy blizzard of cum. She didn't want it to. She didn't ever want it to.
She played about with the wriggling mass of cum in her mouth, squishing it between her cheeks and gums. She forced her tongue up and made the jizz ooze from her lips heavily. It flowed down her face in fat greasy ropes, drooling over the strings already draped there. Cum had spread as far as her ears on either side of her face.
One by one, the huge cocks stopped spur- ting, The men stood around pulling on their softening pricks, letting long elastic loops of cum flop to Angie's belly or tits or face. And gradually they sank away from her, onto chairs or into corners of the room. They all still stared at her. They couldn't take their eyes off her. But they backed off, left her alone on the soggy lunch table.
She was draped over it lazily, the cum dripping off her like icing off a cake. Her pussy hair and belly were awash with goo, great gleaming pools of creamy white. Her big tits were coated with drooling globs of it. And her neck and face and hair were covered with a silver blanket of jism that made her unrecognizable. She looked like gallons of white paint had been dumped all over her.
And for several minutes, she was very still, as if resting after her weird ordeal. Her greasy tits rose and fell with her breathing, but that was the only movement. Jism rolled freely from her mouth in a steady stream. There was a sound of cum dripping from the table to the floor.
Her arm raised up after a while... and then the other one. Her hands came to rest, with the fingers splayed, on her slimy belly. With slow, deliberate movements, she began sliding her fingers about, rubbing the warm sticky goo into her golden-brown skin, massaging herself with the cum splattered about everywhere. Her fingers were soon webbed with the heavy cream.
"Look at that! She really does love it!" someone croaked. "She's washing herself with hot greasy jizz!"
Up and down her belly, Angie stroked her hands, swishing the pools of cum smoothly and evenly over her lovely young body. Then her fingers came up to her tits, swept over them, and spread the jizz about so that her big tit mounds shone and her thick nipples jutted up like glazed cherries. Trickles of excess cum slid into her cleavage and rolled down her rib cage.
And finally, with dripping white fingers, she came to her face. She rubbed the globs and streamers of cum into her cheeks and forehead, alongside her nose and over her chin. She scooped out her eye sockets and let the cum slide down her temples. Her palms came up flat against each cheek and she rubbed about with circular motions.
Her mouth, which she'd avoided up to now, gushed a steady stream of jism still. Now each time a fresh flow oozed free she smeared it about with her fingers, making her chin and cheeks glisten. Her lips flexed purposely, pumping out more and more milky white goo. It spilled down over her face steadily. She smudged it about gently.
"She loves it. She just fucking loves it," someone announced solemnly.
