Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels he is definitely more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment he often rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more marked than in an open society such as ours.
Many an adult has smiled in nostalgic remembrance of the time he sneaked out back to enjoy a forbidden cigarette or beer. The time he challenged another boy to a drag race. The time he threw a firecracker in the school john.
Mimi Lewis is a teenage girl growing up in her own way: breaking the moral code she has been taught. Flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any and every new wanton experience. Indeed, Mimi makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard. She is growing up, going over the threshold into young adulthood.
SUCKING BABYSITTER is the story of one teenager's coming of age in our society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Mimi Lewis was wearing a short summer dress, and as she strode about the back yard her brown thighs rippled in the sunshine. She had long, slender, perfectly shaped legs, and the white knee-socks that ran up her calves only added to their loveliness. The light dress just covered her ass, and from time to time as she moved there was a flash of pretty white panty.
Fraser watched her over the fence, glad that she wasn't aware of his presence yet. He could stare at her all day like this, studying the perfect, fresh lushness of her body. He'd been spending more and more time at it this past few months, in fact, ever since she'd started to blossom right before his eyes. He only hoped her father didn't notice it.
She'd bloomed overnight, it seemed to Fraser. One day she was just the pretty blonde kid next door, all freckles and braces. And the next day she had grown tits, her hips had rounded, and her legs had become perfect. Since then, the progress had been rapid. Her tits had grown and grown and grown till they seemed to want to burst out her T-shirts. Her ass had developed a delicious curve.
Then this past week or so she'd been wearing her hair differently, first letting the tiny platinum ringlets frizz closely about her face, then on occasion pulling it all to one side of her head and tying it with ribbon to hang in one soft blonde bundle. Her mother had even allowed her to start using a little make-up, and the effect on her face had been amazing.
It hadn't made her prettier exactly. That would have been impossible. She already had the bluest eyes, the fullest, poutiest lips that Fraser had ever seen-as well as a perfect little turned-up nose and a clear, flawless complexion. No; it had just given her a slightly more grown-up look. It made her more desirable, if that were possible. The mouth was a little redder, wetter, the eyelids darker, but the innocence was still there.
And that was what drove Fraser crazy. She had the body, the sex appeal of a mature woman all of a sudden, but the mind of a very young girl. She seemed to have no idea what kind of effect she was having on him-and probably on all the other men in the neighborhood. It wasn't fair. There ought to be a law about girls like this.
Fraser's thoughts were interrupted.
Mimi was bending over. She had been striding about the yard lazily, like a cat, pausing from time to time to raise her arms above her head and stretch. Her big tits strained inside her dress, stretching the fabric taut. Now she was bending down slowly, running her hands down over her knee-socks, stretching the muscles of her golden thighs. Her dress rode up over her ass.
She was some kind of physical fitness nut. He knew that. She was always off swimming or riding her bike or playing basketball. And all he could do was praise heaven for it. For her, it had helped work wonders. He stared at the bright flash of white panty and groaned.
He stepped closer to the fence, his hand in his pants pocket. His cock was growing thicker in his crotch.
She stayed bent over, cranking herself up and down slightly to stretch her back muscles. Her lovely ass was packed tight in her briefs, and as he looked closer he almost gasped with pleasure. Her panties were sheer white, virtual-ly transparent, and the outline of the crack between her asscheeks was clearly visible. He could see the lush groove between her bunsand something else as well.
At first he wasn't sure what it was. He was at the fence now and was leaning over, squinting at her. It suddenly dawned on him that he was looking at the tufted hairy slice of her cunt. There it was, clear as day inside her sheer white panties, the twin furry slabs of her cuntlips. His fingers wrapped around the base of his cock through his pocket and he began to tug gently up and down on his prick.
She seemed to hear something. Maybe it was the soft flap-flapping of his hand inside his pants. All at once she straightened up, twisted her upper body around, stared at him with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. Her dress remained high over her ass, and he was close enough now to see where the panels of the sheer panty material were sewn together. Her trim little ass cheeks flexed beautifully inside them.
"Mr. Fraser, hi!" she chirped, smiling warmly. If she was annoyed with him for ogling her, she didn't show it. She seemed to be genuinely surprised to see him.
"Hi Mimi. I just came out to check with you. You still coming to babysit for us this evening?" There was a catch in his throat which he tried to clear quickly. He withdrew his hand from his pants and left his cock throbbing gently against his thigh.
Mimi moved at last, her short dress dropping back over her ass as she came over to the fence. There was a slight, lovely flush to her cheeks, he noticed, and her breathing was rapid. Her eyes were bright and girlish, full of warmth. She'd known Mr. Fraser almost as long as she could remember. He was like an uncle, or at least an old and trusted friend of the family.
"Sure, I'll be there. I just have to clean up and eat." She was staring at him with her huge innocent eyes, completely unaware of the horny state he was in. She smiled again and he caught sight of a perfect set of white teeth.
"Want some juice? How about a glass of milk?" he blurted out. It just came out. He couldn't help himself. He didn't want her to go away. He wanted to be close to her.
He helped her over the fence, staring again at the brief triangle of white panty at her crotch as her dress rode up over her golden thighs. Her waist felt so tiny in his hands, like a doll's, almost. Yet, just above, her big tits rolled and wobbled like two wine bags filled to bursting. Her figure was amazing. He'd never seen anything like it. Her body was warm and supple, and the touch of it made his balls ache.
His wife was away for the afternoon with the two young kids, and he felt his heart beating faster as he led Mimi to the house. He tried his best to remain casual as he talked to her, gave her a glass of juice to sip on, invited her into his den. She came without question, no hint of suspicion in her big blue eyes. She talked to him of school, and of some boy she'd recently had an argument with. She was warm and friendly, and she smiled at him a great deal.
Mimi was sitting on a small divan he kept along one wall of his den, and he was sitting on the floor, his cock still swollen and painful along his thigh. She stared about her as she spoke and sipped her juice, her knees swaying back and forth lazily. He sneaked a glance up her brown thighs every few seconds and saw the teasing flash of white panty again and again and again.
She was talking about some teacher she had a crush on, and Fraser was barely listening. Suddenly he rose up onto his knees and stared down between her thighs without any embarrassment. Then, while she was still talking, he moved forward, clasped his hands to her golden thighs, ran them up and down urgently. Her leg muscles were hard and taut and beautiful.
"Mr. Fraser! What are you doing?" she gasped, caught completely off guard. She drew herself back into the divan, but there was nowhere else for her to go.
"You're so beautiful. You're just gorgeous," he wheezed. His hands skidded up her legs and suddenly they were under the hem of her short dress. He could feel the sheer fabric of her panties against his fingertips.
"Mr. Fraser! Mr. Fraser!" she panted.
She had no idea what to do, what to say. She squirmed on the divan and stared at the top of his head. Her hands clung to the bottom of her dress and she could feel the urgent wriggling of his fingers through the material.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I wouldn't dream of hurting you," he groaned. "I just want to see you, to feel you. You're driving me crazy."
She stared at him, amazed. He was a grown man. Why, he must be almost thirty, and she was just the girl next door. How could she possibly drive him crazy? It seemed impossible. And yet it was clear something was wrong with him. He was kneeling between her legs and writhing back and forth. His hands were stroking up and down her thighs wildly, as high as her panties and as low as her knees.
"Let me see your panties. I've just got to see your panties," he croaked. His hands were trying to force her dress up over her crotch. He was forceful and gentle at the same time.
"Mr. Fraser," she pouted.
But now the initial shock had worn off and she was almost smiling. He sounded so childish kneeling there and asking to see her panties, almost like a little boy. No one had ever asked her this before, and she found it more amusing than shocking.
He sensed her hands relaxing, and he flipped her dress quickly up over her belly, completely revealing the sheer triangle of white panty. He stared down with his mouth open, studying the tiny curls of her crotch hair matted down under the material. Below, he could see the puffy lips of her lovely young pussy. They looked a little distorted, as if cellophane had been stretched across her cuntlips.
"You're so lovely, so fucking lovely," he murmured. He stared down at her crotch but made no attempt to remove her panties. His mouth was open and he was wheezing slightly.
"Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted to see?" she muttered. There was no annoyance in her voice, only a very girlish tenderness. She wasn't even upset that he'd used a four-letter word in front of her.
"What a sweet little cunt. What a gorgeous little pussy," he whispered. And then, before she could react further, he lowered his head, planted his mouth against the soft hairy mound of her cunt. He began sucking her pussy through her panties.
"Mr. Fraser! Mr. Fraser ... ohhhhh!" she warbled, again caught by surprise. His lips were eating at her cunt through her panties. She could feel his tongue probing, exploring.
He gnawed at her pussy, making no attempt to draw her panties down. Somehow, in a wild, kinky way, this felt more erotic for him. To be sucking her cunt, eating her through her panties after having them flashed at him for so long. It was heaven! And it seemed less likely to make her panic, to scare her.
"Mr. Fraser, what are you doing? Ohhhh!"
It felt so weird, having a man sucking her cunt. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
She wanted to resist, and she tried to. But every time she lunged her crotch up off the divan, her cunt was only jammed harder against his sucking mouth. She clasped her hands to the sides of his head and tried to lift him off her dampening crotch.
"What a cunt! What a gorgeous little pussy," he grunted, allowing her to raise his head at last.
He glared down at her crotch hungrily. An area of panty four inches square clung wetly to the puffy slabs of her cuntlips. Her cunt and crotch hair showed through her panties clear-ly, as if she'd been wearing nothing at all.
She watched him closely, stared into his eyes. But before she could wriggle free from his grasp and haul herself to her feet, he was flipping her over, twisting her body with his strong hands until she was on her belly on the divan. A cushion was caught under her and her ass and upper thighs jutted high in the air in an erotic hump. Her dress was rolled far up her back, almost under her armpits, and the deep hollow of her brown back rose up into the brief white slash of panty covering her ass.
"Mr. Fraser, please! What are you doing?" she complained. But she didn't fight or struggle. She liked Mr. Fraser, she really did. She didn't want to do anything to upset him.
"I just want to see your ass. I just want tb' see your ass through those pretty white panties," he said. And now he was running his hands down over the lovely globes of her ass cheeks, feeling the tautness of them through her panties. Her cunt was tilted up toward him also. He could see her pussy clearly through the wet material as her thighs spread wide.
Mimi said nothing more for now. She was too confused. Mr. Fraser had said he wouldn't hurt her, and she trusted him completely in this. If he enjoyed licking her pussy through her panties, who was she to say it was wrong? Mr. Fraser was a nice man. He always had been good to her. For now something had taken hold of him that he obviously had no control over. She must try to understand and be patient.
He was licking her pussy again. She could feel his tongue wetting her panties and probing between the cheeks of her ass. He had his hands on her hips and was prying her ass cheeks apart. And he was tracing his tongue up and down in the ass crack, digging at her asshole and tickling down over her already tingling pussy. She rammed her face into another cushion beneath her and tried to ignore the hot feeling growing in her pussy.
"I'm sucking your asshole, Mimi. I'm licking and sucking your asshole and cunt through your panties," he snorted. "It doesn't hurt, does it? I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"Mmmmmfffff," she grunted into her cushion. His tongue was everywhere on her ass, her cunt. His lips were kissing her, nipping at her cuntlips. And he was groaning softly the whole time.
"Spread your legs. Spread them wide," he urged.
And she did as she was told, not even thinking about resistance anymore. Her ass cheeks flexed and her panties stretched taut. Her cunt and ass were soggy with his spit.
Then all at once he stopped, and she heard him fumbling about behind her. She didn't get up, made no move to escape. She simply waited there on the divan, her wet ass in the air. Little sparks of pleasure she'd never felt before were shooting through her pussy. Her eyes fluttered closed and she breathed heavily. Her dress was still bunched up around her shoulders. The strap of her bra was visible.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I wouldn't dream of hurting you, Mimi," he wheezed. The divan sagged a little as he climbed on it behind her.
And then she felt the scrape of the hot, hard object against her upper thigh, and against her right ass cheek. She wasn't sure what it was and she twisted her head around to look behind her. That's when she saw he had shoved his pants down to his knees and had taken his thing, his big cock, into his hand. He was scraping his prick back and forth over her ass and thighs, touching the head of his cock everywhere.
"Mr. Fraser, what are you doing!" she gasped yet again, pursing her full red lips together. "Gee whiz, Mr. Fraser!"
She thought about crawling off the divan, wriggling free of him, but again she hesitated. He wasn't hurting her, after all. He was just doing something he couldn't help. He didn't seem to have any control of himself. Maybe she should wait, see what he was up to. She didn't feel bad, she had to admit. In fact, she felt pretty nice.
"This is my cock, Mimi," he explained, his voice hoarse. "It won't hurt you. I just want to rub it around on your panties. I just want it to touch your ass and pussy through your panties, okay?"
"Mmmfff, why is it so hard?" she asked innocently. She couldn't see his cock because of the way she was sprawled out, but she could feel it. The head of his cock was as hard and hot as a heated ball-bearing.
"Oh,'it gets that way sometimes. It's tough to explain."
He had lodged the shaft of his cock in the crack of her ass and was humping her, slicing back and forth in a regular fucking motion. Now and then he paused and poked at her soggy cuntlips or asshole with his cockhead. He was surprised to see her cuntlips cracking open. A sliver of pink pussy flesh winked at him from inside.
Mimi let him do as he wished. She was completely at a loss. This was a form of fucking, she realized, but she knew it wasn't the real thing. It wasn't what some of the more experienced girls at school talked about. The people were supposed to be naked for real fucking, she was sure, and the man and woman faced each other, with the woman on her back and the man on top. This was something weird.
But it was kind of nice, she had to admit. It didn't feel at all unpleasant. There was something missing-of that she was sure. But she didn't know just what it was. Whenever he poked his hard cockhead against her pussy through her panties, it felt wonderful. But most of the time he was humping the crack of her ass, and she could feel his balls against her pussy.
"What a sweet fucking ass! What a gorgeous little cunt," he raved on, and his voice grew more and more tense.
He was bearing down on her with all his weight now, mashing her into the divan. The tight grip of her ass cheeks and the feel of her panties drove him crazy. He humped his cock back and forth, splitting her ass cheeks with his hard-on.
"What are you going to do, Mr. Fraser? Does your thing feel nice?" she asked, her face still crushed into the cushion. His cock felt so thick in the crack of her ass.
He was lifting up off her, pressing his cock into the crack of her ass with his fingers. And now as he lunged forward a long streamer of silver cum spurted up over her suntanned back and landed with a splatter between her shoulder blades. His jism soiled the strap of her bra, poured down the hollow of her spine, curled around in a little stream in the small of her back. Cum gathered in a pool there in the dip between her back and the hump of her ass.
"Mr. Fraser! Ohhh, Mr. Fraser!" she cooed, wondering what the warm wet fluid was spurting over her. She tried to look behind her but she couldn't see anything.
"Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" he grunted, and another long jet of jizz fired from his cock and smashed against her left shoulder blade. This one trickled down like the other, running parallel with the first, drooling in a long silver line down her back and into the hollow of her ass. The white pool of cum in the small of her back grew deeper.
"What is it, Mr. Fraser? What's happening?" she asked. She could feel him jerking strongly behind her.
"Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" he groaned. And now he had raised his cock from the groove of her ass and clutched it in his hand. He was jerking off, tilting his cock down, firing his cum-jets against the humped globes of her ass and thighs and onto the soggy outlines of her cuntlips and asshole.
Jet after jet of cum shot free, splattering against her panties and wetting them, making them cling more closely to her ass and cunt. He spurted a cum-jet directly onto the tufted gash of her cunt and another into the deep groove of her ass. He spurted several more shots of cock cream onto the upper globes of her ass cheeks and watched them seep into her panties and drool down her ass like icing.
Her white panties were soon a soggy mess. Globs of cum clung to them, soiled them.
Great heavy ropes of jizz rolled down over her asshole, her upturned cunt. It was as if she were wearing no panties at all, for they clung to her skin so tightly, so wetly, and he could see every outline of her pussy and ass. Strings of cum were draped everywhere on her upturned ass.
"You won't tell anyone, will you Mimi, about what we've done?" he croaked at last, the dregs of his cum dripping onto her panties. "Your parents wouldn't understand. Just your panties got soiled, that's all. You can take them off and leave them here if you like."
Mimi didn't say anything. She felt so wet and sticky.
"And you're still coming over to babysit for us tonight, aren't you? Aren't you?" he went on cheerily.
CHAPTER TWO
And so, for the first time, Mimi went home without her panties. She had slipped them off in Mr. Fraser's bathroom, handed them to him rolled up into a soggy little ball. He had winked at her lewdly, patted her ass as she left the house. She smiled back at him, but not with the same kind of innocence as before. There was a slightly puzzled look on her face, as if she'd just heard a favorite uncle tell a dirty joke.
She didn't climb back over the fence but went around to her own house by the front driveway. Then she slipped up to her room unseen and stood in front of her full-length mirror, the puzzled look changing to a slight frown. She slipped off her dress and bra, stood there wearing nothing but her white knee socks and shoes. She twisted around to examine her back, her lips pursing prettily.
Mr. Fraser's stuff, his cum as he called it, had shot all the way up her back, leaving dried stains from her ass to her shoulder blades. It looked like dried cream on her skin, and as she moved she could feel it cracking and peeling slightly. She stared at the dried cum in amazement. There had been so much of it. This was just a little of it. The rest had been soaked up by her panties.
She blushed as she remembered what he'd done to her. It had felt nice, too. That was what she found embarrassing. A man had pulled down his pants and rubbed his big hard cock all over her ass. He'd gotten so excited he'd shot his cum all the way up her back. And she had kind of enjoyed it. In a way, she was a bit sad when it was over. It was a strange feeling.
What was it about her that had got him so excited, she wondered. She'd known him for years and she'd never noticed him acting strangely toward her before. Was it because she'd grown up so quickly? Was it her ripening body he liked so much? She turned to face the mirror fully, let her eyes roam down over her tits and belly and cunt muff.
Her tits were really pretty, she had to admit. They were big and full, like balloons filled with water, and they swelled up richly from her chest. She bent her elbows, forced her arms against the outsides of her tits, cramming them together. Her tits jutted out like melons or something, the nipples long and perky and as swollen as she'd ever seen them.
She turned to one side, bent over slightly, watched as her big tits swayed down and out from her slender young body. Her tits hung there, angled out slightly from her chest, the nipples pointing out and down a little for the moment, though as soon as she stood up straight they jutted upward. Her cleavage was rich and deep, changing from golden brown to pale and milky lower down, where her bikini top had covered her tits.
There was a sudden quiver in her pussy. She felt it distinctly. The soft waves of pleasure that had started up when Mr. Fraser began rubbing his cock on her had not quite faded away. She was left feeling strange and restless, and she didn't know why. She felt like she needed to do something to get relief, but she wasn't sure what. Being a teenager certainly was a confusing business.
She turned away from the mirror and skipped down the hall to the bathroom. There she tried to distract herself by standing under a hot shower for nearly half an hour. It didn't seem to help. All she had resolved afterward was that if she had a chance she would talk to Mr. Fraser again that evening. Maybe he could explain to her what was happening. Maybe he could give her some advice about the way she was feeling.
But as it turned out, she didn't get the chance. His wife was bustling about everywhere when Mimi showed up on time for her babysitting chores, and the youngster had to listen yet again to the long list of instructions Mrs. Fraser always gave her. She smiled at Mr. Fraser warmly, and he winked at her from behind his wife's back. But they never got a chance to talk.
And when she thought about it in the course of the evening, while she sat there watching TV, what was there really she could ask him? Could she describe the way she felt, tell him she had a tingling in her pussy? Could she tell him she was confused and was having a hard time dealing with the weird sparks in her body? She doubted it. If she didn't know what was bothering her, herself, how could she expect him to?
She spent a troubled two hours brooding over all this, and she was happy and relieved when some time after ten o'clock Dave Jameson dropped by the house to keep her company for a while. They had dated a couple of times and had been very uncomfortable around each other. She was so totally inexperienced and he seemed a bit intimidated by her amazing body and good looks. But they still liked each other, and saw each other as friends once in a while.
Dave had called at her house, he said, and her parents had told him where to find her. They had said it would be okay for him to drop over and visit with her for an hour. Mimi welcomed him warmly, made small talk with him while he sat a bit self-consciously on the couch, a yard and a half away from her.
Somehow, she felt less uncomfortable with him now than she had in the past. She wonder-ed if what had happened to her that afternoon had anything to do with it.
Mimi did most of the talking. Dave seemed quite happy to listen to her and stare at her with adoring, puppy-dog eyes. She found herself speaking easily, without effort,' and at some point she began to look at Dave with a new and curious light in her eyes. Almost before she realized it, a plan of sorts had formed in her head.
"Dave, do you mind if I ask you something?" she asked finally. She shifted slightly toward him on the couch. "Would you mind very much letting me see your cock?"
He had been sipping on a Coke she'd brought him, and there was a sudden gurgling gasp, as if he were choking. He spluttered and coughed and went red in the face, and for a while she was a bit concerned. But finally he settled down, placed his foaming glass on an end table, and stared at her with wide eyes. He didn't say anything. He simply stared at her, wondering if he'd heard right.
"I'll understand if you don't want to," she went on reasonably. "It's a pretty personal thing to ask and everything. But I'm kind of curious. I have no one else to ask. I don't know any other boys that well."
"Go ahead. It's okay. I don't mind," he croaked in a strange, strangled voice. He spread his legs wide, thrust his crotch up high. He watched her closely, his heart pounding.
"Really? You don't mind?" she cooed. She sounded really happy, as if he'd done something very sweet for her.
He shook his head and watched and she scrambled close to him on the couch. She fumbled with his belt, unclasping it at last. Then she grasped his fly tab in her fingers and pulled down. She tugged at the front of his shorts and pushed one hand inside gingerly. She was bent intently over him and her lovely blonde hair brushed against her face.
"It's just that I'm curious, you know? I hope you don't mind," she purred. "I know we don't know each other very well."
That was for sure, he thought, eyeing her. Shit, on the two dates they'd had, they hadn't even kissed. Yet here she was reaching into his pants and grabbing his prick!
He sighed deeply as her fingers curled around the soft sleeping bulk of his cock. She was lifting his cock, hauling it out over the elastic of his shorts. Then she was easing his shorts back against his crotch, and the big hairy sac of his balls swelled out over the top into the open. He shifted slightly on the couch and spread his thighs as wide as he could. His cock swayed up and out in her fist.
"My, it's pretty, isn't it?" she murmured. She tilted the youth's cock this way and that, examining it closely. His cock was about six inches long, but still fairly soft. A big vein had begun to throb in its side.
Dave was amazed at how cool and gentle her fingers were. She was handling his cock with such tenderness. He glared down into his crotch, scarcely believing that she had her slender brown fingers wrapped around his cockshaft. Then her hand was moving slightly and he was forced to catch his breath.
"It's growing! It's getting bigger! I can feel it!" she blurted, glancing into his face quickly. "Look how big and stiff it's getting!"
"Nnnnnn," he croaked tensely. His cock was indeed growing. It stuck up eight inches through her fist now, and the cockhead was turning a deep-purple color.
"Do you play with it much? Do you do ... you know, what boys do sometimes with their things?"
"Jerk off, you mean? Sure, all the time. I have to."
"Will you show me? Could you show me how you do it? I want to learn. This is really interesting." She was squeezing his cock gently, and tilting it back and forth, but she obviously had no idea what she was doing.
"Up and down. Pump it up and down," he muttered hoarsely. "The skin on the outside moves up and down over the shaft. It's loose. Jerk it up and down gently."
She did as she was told, amazed at how the inner bulk of the cock stayed solid and stiff while the outer layer of skin slid up and down easily. She smiled at him, warming to her work. Her hand shucked up and down with soft, slightly faster motions. His foreskin made wet snapping sounds as she jacked him off.
"Does it feel nice? Does it feel good when I move it in my hand like this?" she asked.
He didn't answer, and she continued jerking his prick, her fingers adjusting slightly as the cockshaft grew thicker and longer.
At one point her hand stopped jerking altogether, and she leaned over to study the cock more closely. Her fingers ran up the cockshaft, forcing the foreskin to bunch up in a tiny wrinkled mouth on top. Then she was hauling down, and she watched in fascination as the foreskin peeled down off the purple cockhead and left it naked and shining like a fat mushroom. The piss-slit in the cockhead gaped open.
"It's so lovely," she murmured. "I had no idea cocks were so pretty. Am I doing it right? Am I jerking you off good?"
Her hand had resumed its steady wanking rhythm, and she glanced into his face quickly for approval. But he had let his head settle back on the couch and'His eyes were shut tight-ly with pleasure. He simply groaned softly, letting her know all she needed to know. For several minutes, there was no sound in the room but the soft flapping of her fist on his cock. His hard-on soared up over eight inches now through her fist.
"Your stuff ... you know, your cum ... when does it start to shoot? Will you tell me? Will you let me know? I want to see it. I want to watch it spurt."
"Mmmmmm," he murmured. "Not yet. Not quite yet."
And then he seemed to come awake slowly, roused by some idea that had crossed his mind. He opened his eyes, rolled his head toward her, stared at her with a glazed, rather stupid look. He spoke in a shy, little-boy voice, as if he wasn't at all sure of her reaction. The very last thing he wanted was for her to stop jerking him off.
"Mimi, can I see your tits? Will you take them out for me? I just want to see."
To his amazement, she began opening the front of her dress with her free hand. The upper globes of her bulging tits came into view, packed tight in a flimsy pink bra. With the dress open to her waist, she leaned forward and told him to unfasten her bra. Her fist never missed a beat on his upthrust cockmeat.
With bumbling fingers, he reached around her, tried to find the bra clasp. She gave him further instructions and he brought his hands around front, located the tiny hook between the lush globes of her tits. He slipped the catch and the bra fell open. Her big tits spilled free, falling against his hands like heavy sacks.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" he moaned. He pressed his hands over her tits, cupped them as well as he could, squeezed them tightly. The nipples were swollen and growing longer by the second. They were already well over half an inch long and hard as rocks.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Play with them like that! Play with my titties!" she groaned. Her fist jerked harder and harder on his swollen cock.
He did so, squeezing and massaging her bulging tits and flicking the nipples so that they were soon nearly an inch long on their puffy pink rings of skin. But then something seemed to distract him and he was gazing down into his crotch with a kind of despair. He glared at his cock, the panic growing on his face. Then he was staring into her eyes, his fingers digging into her tit-flesh.
"I'm cumming! I can't hold it! Oh fuck! Mimi, please!"
It was hard to tell whether he wanted her to stop or continue. His voice broke off into a kind of gurgle.
"Are you really? You're going to spurt your stuff?" she asked, gazing at him with a peculiar smile on her lips.
Her fist never stopped pumping, and now she stared down at the cockhead, anxious to see this wild and mysterious thing that she'd only been able to feel that afternoon. Her heart pounded with excitement.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he croaked, and he let go of her tits and sagged back into the couch as his balls began to tremble. His eyes rolled, and he watched his cock throbbing.
For a split second, nothing happened. Mimi's fist was a blur of motion on his cock. Then for some reason she paused, held his cock in her hand and stared at it as if not believing he was cumming at all.
That was when a gigantic streamer of hot milky jizz shot high into the air and hung there, as if frozen. They watched it rise together, their eyes wide. And then they both heard it splattering as it fell messily across Mimi's naked belly.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, totally amazed. And then her fist was all motion again, pumping rapidly on his straining cock.
A second huge ribbon of cum jetted free, this one twisting and swirling in the air like the first before smashing diagonally across one of her tits. It was a fat, heavy rope of spunk, and it ended up splattered from her neck to her navel in a long wet line. The cum curled around one tit globe, just to one side of the stiff nipple, then spun shimmering along her golden belly.
"All over me! You're shooting all over me!" she cried, still jerking his cock regularly. Without realizing it, she was tilting his prick toward her, almost aiming the heavy jets of cock cream at herself.
And as they both watched, yet another sizzling rope of jizz shot clear, this one soaring up her cleavage, directly between her tits, then slithering back down her right tit and straight over her swollen nipple. Her nipple began to shine, as if it had been varnished. The cum dripped off her tit lazily.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Dave croaked. Again, his eyes were shut, and he couldn't see what he was doing to her.
Mimi stared down, first at herself, then at his cock, fascinated. She yanked and tugged on his prick, pumping out jet after jet of steaming hot juice all over her golden-brown body. The cum-spurts grew smaller as the seconds passed, but each and every one of them jumped high enough to splatter onto her tits or her belly. Soon she was streaked with jizz, daubed with trickling white lines of cum. She gleamed.
"So pretty, so pretty," she murmured to herself, watching jet after silver jet spurt into the air.
Then she glared at her belly as the cum streamed down over her tits and into her cleavage and further. She watched cum pool in her navel and slither wetly down off her flanks. From neck to hips, her body shimmered with spunk.
At last, his prick stopped spurting and she tugged on it more gently. And now she could watch as the thick white dregs of his cum oozed out from his piss-slit and poured down over her hand like glue. Cum matted her fingers together, webbed them, drooled down into his crotch hair. Each tug of her fist brought another small glob of cock cream to the surface.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, sounding exhaust-ed. His head rolled from side to side on the couch back.
"It was so exciting, so beautiful," she muttered. "I've never seen anything like it. So much cum, all spurting out like that." She stared down at herself, and then she began rubbing her fingers into the gooey jizz on her belly.
CHAPTER THREE
Mimi had seen a guy cum now, and that made her happy. She hadn't just felt his jizz splatter on her body-she'd watched his cum spurt high into the air as she jerked him off. She'd felt the tremors of his cock in her hand and seen the silver strings of cum flying everywhere. It made her feel older, more experienced. She was glad it had happened.
But it left her yearning for more. She couldn't help but feel she was missing out somehow. Mr. Fraser had fucked her in a way, but not properly. It had felt nice, having him rub his cock all over her, but there was more to fucking than that, she was sure. The girls at school talked about fucking all the time. The guy was supposed to put his cock inside the girl, and ram back and forth till he spurted his cum-load.
Her heart began to pound as she thought back on how Dave's cock had shot out jet after jet of steaming white cum. What if he had gone off like that inside her? Wouldn't he have hurt her, ruptured her insides or something? The cum-jets had been so strong and had shot so far. What would it have felt like having his cock spurt off like that while it was fucked up her cunt?
She was determined to find out. She had to know what it felt like or she'd go mad. She felt as though she wouldn't be a woman, somehow, if she didn't get fucked soon. She'd jerked a guy off now. She knew what it was like to have jism spurted all over her. It was time to go on to other things. It was time for some real fucking.
But days and days went by without any opportunity. She saw Mr. Fraser several times in his yard, watching her, and she even spoke to him several times. But he was never alone.
His wife was always in the background, or right there in the yard with him. Mimi never had a chance to come on to him all alone. He would watch her, stare at her, but he seemed a bit scared of making any move, himself. She got the feeling he was a little ashamed of what he'd done to her.
Dave Jameson was out of town for a few days with his parents. It might be at least a week before she got to see him again. She wasn't sure she could wait. Her curiosity was gnawing at her. It made her pussy itch. At night, she lay in bed trying to imagine what a cock would feel like inside her pussy, and her fingers would roam down her body and start tickling and teasing at her cunt.
She was about to give up. She really began to doubt that she would ever have another opportunity with a cock. She had visions of herself as a forty-year-old virgin, with only the two weird sex experiences to her credit.
But then she was invited over to the Logans' to babysit, and everything fell into place. She saw her chance-and she took it without hesitation. Poor Mr. Logan didn't know what hit him.
It was after midnight, and her babysitting assignment was over. Mr. Logan was driving her home, and he was quite drunk. He drove slowly through the suburban streets, murmuring to her as he picked his way. He barely noticed her slide along the seat and settle herself against his elbow. He peered out through the windshield as though he were driving through a thick fog.
"Maybe you should pull over for a while," she suggested. "We don't want to have an accident. Let's pull over for a few minutes."
Without argument, he pulled off the road and parked beneath an overhang of trees. He glanced at her but didn't say anything. He lay his head back on the seat as if he wanted to take a nap. His eyes closed and his mouth fell slightly open. His head rolled gently from side to side. He made no move to touch her or reach out for her.
"Yes, lie back and relax for a while," she soothed. "You'll be able to drive better after you've rested."
She was snuggled up next to him, and as she spoke she ran a hand up and down his thigh. He made no response but just sat there passively, breathing softly. Her hand slid higher and finally crept into his crotch. She felt the warm bulk of his cock and balls nestled there. Her fingers traced the bulging outline.
He stirred slightly, but made no sign that he was aware of what she was doing. He appeared to be asleep. She rubbed her hand up and down along the shape of his prick and fondled the sac of his balls beneath. He moaned softly, as if he were having a very pleasant dream. She squeezed his balls gently, let her fingers caress them. Then she gripped the tab of his fly with her thumb and forefinger.
The sound of his zipper seemed loud to her, and she was amazed it didn't rouse him. When he still made no sound, she reached into his pants and through the front opening of his shorts. Her fingers wrapped around the stillsoft bulk of his prick and she wrangled his cock out into the open. She began to jack him off, tugging on his cock as if her life depended on it.
She would have liked to look at his cock, to study it in detail, but there was no time. They were in a parked car by the roadside, after all, and in any case it was too dark to see anything. She tugged on his cock roughly, urging the life into it as quickly as she could. There would be time enough to study cocks in detail in the future.
The man groaned deeply, and she glanced into his face to see if he was awake. His eyes were still closed though, and the only sign he gave that he was aware of what was going on was a slight smile at the corners of his mouth.
Only his cock responded, growing thicker and thicker by the second. She had to adjust her hand on his prick several times as it soared higher and higher in her fist.
Mimi pumped his cock till it was maybe seven inches long. The cock throbbed in her fingers and jutted up from her fist. Then she let his cock go, let it snap back against his shirt front as she set about undressing herself. She reached up under her short dress, slid her panties quickly down her thighs and past her knees. She tossed the panties to the floor of the car and gripped his shoulder.
There was very little room between him and the steering wheel, but there was some, and she managed to throw a leg over him somehow and haul herself upright in front of him. She was facing him, straddling him, her thighs spread wide on either side of him. Then she was reaching down with her free hand, encircling his cock with her fingers, holding it upright while she shifted about. Her blonde hair looked silver in the dim light.
He was moaning again, and his head rolled gently from side to side on the back of the car seat. She wiggled her ass from side to side, poking his cock to the left and to the right with her fist. Finally she had his bloated cockhead lodged between the soft gooey lips of her cunt.
She paused for a split second then sank down solidly on top of him.
His cock fucked into her cunt, an inch at a time, and she whimpered and sighed, her eyelids fluttering closed. It wasn't a sound of discomfort. It was more like a deep, satisfied sigh. It went on and on as she sank lower, until finally it stopped with a kind of gurgle. His cock was stuffed up inside her pussy to the hilt.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, deeply satisfied. She sat on top of him without moving, her cunt full of cockmeat. She felt so nice, so content. She didn't want anything to break the spell.
But something seemed to be rousing him. His head had stopped rolling and all at once he opened his eyes and stared at her. Their faces were only inches apart. He was in a daze. His eyes were glazed and he didn't appear to know what was going on. Yet it was only a matter of time. Before he could protest and throw her off, Mimi began fucking up and down on his hard-on.
"What? Ungh ... huh?" he grunted, his voice thick and slow.
She watched his eyes for some sign of recognition, but she could see none. She bucked up and down on him, fucking herself again and again on his thick cock. And it felt wonderful. A soft sweet numbness was creeping into her pussy. It promised to be even sweeter and stronger than the feeling she'd had with Mr. Fraser. This was the real thing, after all. She was really fucking Mr. Logan. His cock was fucking away inside her cunt. She could feel his prick throbbing.
"What? Oh fuck ... ohhhhnnnn," he muttered, his voice still drowsy, his eyes glazed. Automatically his hands came up to encircle her waist, and he helped her fuck up and down on his thick cock. In his face, there was no sign that he even recognized who she was.
"It feels so good, Mr. Logan. Your cock feels so good inside me," she mumbled. Her pretty hair bounced up and down as she spoke. Her hands were hooked together now behind his neck. "Fuck me deep. Like that, oh yes!"
Logan wasn't actually doing anything, beyond holding her gently by the waist. She was doing all the work, fucking up and down on his cock as if her life depended on it. Lewd wet slurping sounds rose up from her cunt, and she knew she must be oozing pussy juice. His cock fucked in and out of her so easily. There was no resistance at all.
"I thought it would hurt, I really did," she gasped, more or less talking to herself. "The girls at school said it hurt, the first time. But it doesn't! It feels great! I could fuck like this all day! I love your cock!"
She fucked him even faster and her blonde hair danced about. His cock was growing inside her pussy. She was sure of it. His prick was inflating, swelling, getting thicker and fatter and longer as she fucked him. And the sweet numb feeling in her crotch increased. Her cuntlips felt as though they were melting or something. Her pussy nipped and sucked at his hot cock hungrily.
"Ungh! Ungh!" he grunted, and his eyes closed once more.
She wondered if he was going back to sleep. As long as his cock stayed good and stiff inside her pussy, she didn't care.
Mimi realized after a while that she was probably coming. The sweet numb feeling in her cunt was just too lovely. She'd heard the girls at school talk about this too, though at the time she hadn't believed them. She had thought they were exaggerating. Now she knew they weren't. There was a delicious fluttering in her belly and she felt as if she could fuck forever. The sweet feeling just grew and grew.
The man's hands slid down off her waist, and now she really was convinced he was asleep. But then his fingers were on the cheeks of her bare ass, and he was clawing at her lush young ass-flesh. He mauled her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. And all the time, he was helping her chug up and down on top of him. His cock fucked in and out of her cunt steadi-ly.
"It feels so good! Your cock feels so good inside me!" she gasped. Up and down, she fucked. Her thighs were splayed widely on either side of him.
Her whole body was tingling, but especially her crotch and her tits. Her nipples almost hurt. There was a hot, dry ache in her tits. She began tugging at her dress top, hauling down until at last one big bouncy tit wobbled free. It was the very first time she'd gone without a bra, and she was glad. She thrust her tit into Logan's face, mashed it into his cheek.
He grunted, his face twisting to one side. Her hot dry nipple scraped about on his cheek like a rough stone. Then it pressed hard against his lips and forced its way into his mouth.
"Suck them! Suck my nipples hard!" she pleaded, and she hauled her dress down farther and freed the second bouncing tit.
Logan's lips had closed around her stubby nipple. His eyes were closed as if he really were asleep, but he was sucking contentedly, like a newborn baby. His tongue was circling her nipple, teasing and prodding it. And the nipple was growing longer and longer in his mouth. It telescoped to a rubbery prong nearly an inch long.
"Suck it! Oh, please suck my tit. Like that! Oh, yes!" she bleated. Her big tit bumped and bounced up and down his face, the nipple firmly caught in his mouth. She held her tit to him with one hand, as if she were offering him ripe fruit.
"Mmmfff ... mmmmm!" He slobbered, drooling over her hopelessly swollen nipple. He clutched and clawed her ass cheeks even more desperately.
Mimi lost track of how much time was passing. She didn't care. The delicious feeling inside her pussy was growing gently. She fucked up and down on top of him and from time to time urged his mouth over onto her other tit. But she sensed a change in him. His eyes were still closed and he hadn't said a coherent word to her, but she got the feeling he was nearing the edge. His fingers really dug deep into her ass cheeks.
"You can cum inside me. It's okay. I want you to," she reassured him. "Shoot your stuff off inside me. I don't care. I want to feel it."
"Mmmmmmmm," he groaned. He still sounded as though he were in a dream.
His cock was huge inside her pussy. It really had swollen enormously. Mimi had never known anything so sweet and lovely. She drove herself up and down with a vengeance, fucking herself again and again on his prick. Her belly began to do flip-flops as the sweet feeling increased still more.
Then she felt him twitching and jerking beneath her, and she knew he was coming, too.
There was a huge wet spurt up inside her cunt, as if someone had turned a tap on and off quickly. It was his cum, she realized dazed-ly. It was the first hot wet blast of his jizz deep in her pussy. Her heart beat faster and she bit into her bottom lip. The wetness spread in her cunt. She found herself concentrating hard as she fucked up and down on his cock. She waited anxiously.
A second monster wad of spunk squirted into her pussy, and she thought she could feel this one high in her chest somewhere. His cum spurted hot and high, drenching her insides. If anything, it was even bigger, even stronger than the first cum-jet. She imagined his jism shooting up, all hot and white and slimy.
Already, her cunt felt clogged to overflowing.
"Ungh ... ungh ... ungh!" he grunted, still sucking on one of her swollen nipples. He wasn't fucking up into her cunt. He was letting her do all the work. But his huge cock kept recoiling again and again and again.
"I feel it! Oh God, I feel it!" she wheezed, her blonde head rolling from side to side. "Spurt it high! Spurt it all the way up my hot cunt! Fill me with jizz! Choke me with cum! Spurt it all out into my pussy!"
Another giant knot of spunk broke free. It sprang from his cock in a sizzling jet and flooded her cunt with hot fluid. It was like sitting on an out-of-control hose, she thought. That was exactly what it felt like. The cum-jets were hot and thick and fast and all she could do was accept them. Her pussy was clogged with jizz, oozing with it. Surely, there was no room for any more cum.
But he kept right on spurting jism, and now she could feel the slimy wetness oozing down from between her puffy cuntlips. It was backing up. His cum was gurgling from her cockstuffed cunt. Her pussy hair and thighs were soon greasy with cum, and so, she imagined, were his balls. Lewd wet squelching noises rose up from their meshed crotches. Cock and cunt, all slimy with cum.
"It's still spurting! Your cock's still shooting jizz!" she crooned. And even as she spoke another wild steaming glob of cum fired off in her pussy, wetting her pussy all over again. She fucked up and down, milking his prick.
"Mmmfff ... ungh ... ungh." He sounded exhausted, drained and exhausted, though his cock was still recoiling, still spurting out hot wads of cum. Yet another blast of jizz fired off inside her pussy.
She fucked up and down on his cock, not missing a beat. And not until she felt the last jet of cum spurt off. and no more cock cream was coming did she slow down. Then she fucked up and down more and more lazily. Her tits pounded into his face less harshly. And his cock simply twitched and contracted, oozing a thick greasy slime into her cunt.
"I love it! I love fucking! I love cum!" she gasped, clasping him to her. "It feels so good! Your jizz is so hot! Oh, God!"
Still, he didn't say anything. He grunted and groaned, as if he'd just run a marathon, but that was all. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, making marks in the sweet ass-flesh. And his cock oozed more slime into her sucking cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mimi felt all grown up. She felt so much more adult, somehow, now that she'd fucked, now that she'd had a thick cock spurt cum inside her pussy. It was funny, she thought. She was the same person as before-and yet she wasn't. The fucking had made all the difference in the world.
As far as she was concerned, she'd now learned all there was to know about cocks and fucking. She'd seen a prick go off, hadn't she?
She'd pumped a prick in her fist till it had spurted jism all over her. And now she'd actually had a prick up her cunt. She'd fucked herself up and down on that cock and let it shoot spunk inside her cunt. What more was there to know about fucking?
Still, she wanted the practice. She wanted to fuck again and again, till she got good at it, till she was an expert. Fucking was probably just like anything else. She would get better the more she did it. And besides, fucking was fun. The feeling she'd gotten as Mr. Logan shot off inside her pussy had been one of the most exciting sensations she'd ever experienced.
The strange thing was that none of the men she had fucked with seemed eager to see her again. It was because of their wives and families, she supposed. Mr. Logan, on the rare occasions when she ran into him, acted just the way Mr. Fraser had. He said hello, acknowledged her, but made no attempt to get close to her or make a secret date or anything.
Mimi wondered if he'd been too drunk to remember anything. But then after coming he'd roused himself, cleaned his cock off, and driven her home. They had hardly exchanged a word, but surely he couldn't claim he'd forgotten what they'd done. Why hadn't either Mrs. Fraser or Mrs. Logan phoned to ask her to babysit again? That was another thing. Had their husbands suggested they call someone else?
Luckily, she did have other offers. She was kept quite busy, in fact, over the next little while. The only problem was getting the husbands who appeared interested in her away from their wives. It was just about impossible. The husbands might lust after her, their eyes might pop at the sight of her, but it was still damned hard getting any of them to make a move. Most husbands were so faithful, it seemed.
Boys her own age didn't really interest her at all. Not anymore. She heard Dave Jameson was back in town, but made no attempt to get in touch with him. Somehow, teenaged boys just didn't appeal to her. Older men, and especially married ones, were much more interesting. They had so much more experience than the likes of Dave Jameson. And wasn't that what she wanted, after all?
One man in particular who seemed really to have the hots for her was Tom Quigly. Whenever he was in the same room, he couldn't take his eyes off her. He was sexy and good looking to boot and had a beautiful dark mustache. Yet he was always with his wife and Mimi never got a chance with him.
Until one Thursday night, that is, when he phoned up to ask her to babysit and she went over to find him all alone in his bathrobe. Mrs. Quigly was nowhere to be seen, and it appear-ed there weren't even any kids home. It was just the two of them. He obviously wanted a babysitter all to himself.
His wife was off visiting her mother along with the kids, he explained. They wouldn't be back till the next morning. He was lonely, rattling around the big house all by himself, he said, and he wanted Mimi over for company. He would pay her the regular babysitting rate, he promised. She would just have a bigger boy than usual to look after, that was all.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean, Mr. Quigly," she purred, blinking her big blue eyes at him. "What can I possibly do for you?"
He leered at her from across the room. "I think you know. You've been making eyes at me for weeks now. Don't you think it's time for some action? Or are you just a little teenaged cock-teaser?"
Mimi blushed deeply at the harsh sound of the dirty expression. It was a term she'd heard in school once or twice, in the girls' locker room. Apparently it meant a girl who used her body and looks to tease a man and get him all excited without ever letting him fuck her. She wasn't one of those, was she? She'd only been waiting for her chance with Mr. Quigly. She would show him.
"I'm not a ... what you said ... one of those," she protested, getting up from the couch. He sat on the opposite side of the room from her, a highball glass in one hand. He was watching her closely.
"You can't even say it. You can't even say the word," he said. His eyes were roaming up and down her body hungrily.
She was wearing shorts, the tiniest, briefest pair of shorts he'd ever seen. They were pink, and ended abruptly at the very tops of her golden-brown thighs, digging into her crotch so deep he could make out the outline of her pretty little pussy. A considerable expanse of each perfect ass cheek was visible at the back.
"I can, too. I can say it," she pouted. She stood there in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips in defiance. She was leaning down a little and her big tits bulged inside her bright-red halter top.
"Let's hear you, baby. Let's hear just how grown up you are," he taunted. "Say the words. Don't be shy."
She took a deep breath. "Cock," she announced proudly. "Cock, cock, cock! There, you see? I'm not scared. I've seen cocks. I know what they look like."
"But have you ever sucked one? That's the question. Have you ever had a big ugly cock rammed down your throat?"
Mimi stared at him blankly. She couldn't help but notice that his bathrobe had fallen open. All he seemed to have on underneath was a pair of blue briefs. All this sexy talk was obviously having its effect on him. There was a great curving cock-bulge inside the shorts that was growing bigger by the second. His legs and chest were covered with a thick layer of dark hair.
"Come on, let's see just how grown up you are," he went on reasonably.
He stood up, moved over to her, grabbed her by the hand. Then he hauled her behind him down a hallway and into what was obviously the master bedroom. He slipped off his bathrobe, tossed it over a chair, and stood by the bed with his hands on his hips. He stared at her confidently.
"What ... what should I do?" she murmured, her voice suddenly soft and girlish. She really did feel a bit out of her depth, she couldn't deny it. All the talk of sucking cocks had thrown her off.
"Get down on your knees. Pull my shorts off. Play with my cock," he instructed. He sounded like a patient teacher with a student who was just a little slow.
Mimi sank to her knees on the carpet. She was right in front of him, and when she raised her head her face was exactly at the level of his crotch. His shorts bulged out at her, all pushed out of shape by the monster cock inside. She could make out the fat mound of his balls, and the great curving bulk of his cock.
"Go ahead. Don't be shy. You know all about cocks, remember?" He smirked down at her, his body bent back so that his crotch stuck out.
Mimi took a deep breath and raised her hands. She hooked her fingets under the elastic of his shorts and pulled down slowly. Her heart was pounding softly and her eyes were glued to the massive bulk pooching out his briefs. His crotch hair came into view, thicker, darker, more bushy. Then the great thick base of his long cock.
His shorts were kind of hooked around the bulging prick. When her clutched hands were already down past his hips his crotch was still mostly covered by the blue triangle of cotton. But she kept pulling, and inch after inch of solid cockmeat eased into view. She could see one big thick blue vein snaking up the cockshaft.
"That's it, that's it," he encouraged. "Nice and easy. Nice and slow."
The shorts were drawing down along his cock, rolling themselves over and over. Two, three, four inches of prickshaft came into view. His cock wasn't stiff, that much was obvious. But it was heavy and thick as her wrist. She wondered if a cock this big ever got really stiff and stood up. How could it support its own weight?
Five, six inches of cockshaft slid into view, and all at once the shorts were clear of the cockhead and there was a tremendous snapping recoil as the cock sprang free. His fucker jumped out at her like a striking snake and bumped her under her chin. Then his prick stuck out from his crotch at a slight downward angle and bounced up and down elastically.
"What's the matter? Scared?" he teased. "Scared of a little heavy meat?"
Mimi stared at his cock anxiously as she slid his shorts all the way down his legs. It really was the biggest, ugliest cock she'd seen. His prick loomed out over nine inches from his crotch, its head swollen and purple. And the veins as thick as her finger writhed up its sides, all blue and throbbing. Then there were his balls, huge swollen ovals hanging in the hairy pouch below his cock. Her eyes widened at the sight.
"What do you think? You like my cock better than all those other cocks you saw before?" He spread his legs and thrust his crotch out at her. The thick boom of his cock bounced and swayed inches in front of her face.
"It's so ... so big. And your balls look so heavy and everything," she purred. She had her hands clutched to the backs of his thighs but she made no move to touch the huge cock.
"Well, grab hold of it. Don't be shy. Take my cock in your hand and play with it." As he humped his hips his cock bounced up and down.
Shyly, Mimi reached up. Her fingers curled around the hot cock midway up its trunk and she raised it slightly, watching closely as the top half bent down slightly. The cockhead was swollen bigger than any plum, and it was much darker. The foreskin had already peeled back and left the cock-knob wet and shining in front of her face.
She wondered quickly why she felt so shy. She'd seen cocks before. She'd played with them. She'd even had a cock up her cunt. This was different, somehow. Maybe she didn't know all there was to know about cocks, after all. Maybe she could still learn a thing or two.
And the thing was so big and ugly, too. That in itself was a bit scary.
"Jerk my cock up and down. Wank it. You've jerked cocks off before, haven't you?"
"Of course. Of course, I've jerked cocks off," she said.
She thought back on Dave's cock and how it had exploded in her hand. His prick hadn't been as big as this, though.
Trying to remember all she could from the previous occasion, Mimi began shucking her fist up and down on the huge bulk of Tom Quigly's prick. At the same time, she lifted the cock, hefted it in her hand. And she was amazed at the weight of his cockmeat. His prick had a bulk and a life of its own, it seemed, completely separate from him. And his cock was still growing as she pumped it, she swore it was.
"Not bad. Not bad at all," he praised. "I've certainly had worse hand-jobs. Now how about licking my balls? How would you like to stick that hot little mouth of yours down below and give my big balls a workout?"
She glanced up at him quickly, to see if he looked serious. Her full lips pursed a little, as if she were about to speak. Her lipstick glowed wetly. She'd applied great red daubs of it just before leaving home. Her mouth was a warm wet oval, perfectly shaped and tempting. Her tongue flicked out quickly and wet the soft pads of her lips even more.
"You want me to lick ... to lick your balls?" she asked innocently, as if she hadn't understood the question. "Use my mouth on them and everything?"
"You heard. Lick 'em up good. Get my balls nice and wet. And when you've done that, maybe you can suck them for a while. I'll let you do that if you ask me real nice."
Mimi flushed hotly at what he was saying. Did people really do such things? Was it normal to lick a guy's hairy balls and suck them and all? She'd never heard about this stuff in the girls' locker room at school. She wondered if he was teasing her, getting her to lick his balls just to embarrass her. Somehow, she had a feeling he wasn't.
"Well, c'mon, baby. Lick my balls. What's the matter? Don't you know how to use your mouth on a guy?"
"Of course I do!" she snapped. And she tilted his huge cock up out of the way with her fist and dipped her head underneath.
Her wet mouth opened, her tongue stuck out, and she began scraping back and forth over the dry dangling sac of his balls. It felt so weird, so strange to her. His ball sac was so wrinkled and dry, like crepe or something, and each time she moved her tongue, his balls joggled away out of reach. They bobbed and danced like eggs in a velvet pouch.
"That's better. That's more like it," he purred, gazing down at her pretty blonde head. Part of her face was covered by the huge looming shaft of his cock. But enough of her was visible for him to see the expression on her face.
It was an expression of deep concentration, as if she were totally involved in what she was doing. Her eyes were partly closed and her head tilted this way and that as she chased after his swinging balls with her mouth. Her eyelids glowed with her pretty blue eye-shadow and her nostrils flared. This little bitch was going to make an expert cock-sucker.
"Does it feel nice? Does it feel nice when I lick your balls?" she asked. She glanced up at him quickly but didn't stop her work. Her tongue was scraping every which way on his balls, and she was using her fingers to hold them steady now as she licked.
"Fucking right. You've got a great little mouth. You lick balls like a pro," he praised. His hand swept up the side of her head and gathered her blonde hair into a bundle.
She smiled slightly and twisted her head so that one of his balls was caught in the crook of his thighs. Then she gave it a savage licking that left smudges of her bright-red lipstick all over the crepe pouch. After several seconds of snuffling and snorting, she let this ball go and caught the other one. She repeated the process, kissing and licking wildly.
"That's nice. That's good. You're doing okay," he said, trying his best to keep his voice steady. "Now try sucking them. Take my balls in your mouth, one at a time, and suck on them."
She snorted for a few seconds more, making wet slopping sounds with her lips and tongue. Then she backed off, gazed up at him with a glowing, beaming face. She smiled warmly, as if having the time of her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Men sure are funny, Mimi thought, dipping her head once more and chasing down one of Tom's balls with her mouth. There was just no telling what turned them on. Whenever she'd thought of sex she'd thought of the man ort top of the woman, fucking away. It had never occurred to her that maybe there were other things a man and a woman could do together. She'd certainly never imagined anything like this, with the man quite passive while she licked his balls.
And while it seemed silly at first, she was rapidly growing to like it. It gave her a warm, odd feeling to be doing all the work, to have the man at her mercy, in a way. It added to the feeling of maturity she'd been experiencing of late. Why, this was more interesting than a girl lying back and letting a guy shove his cock into her and fuck her. These were adult, sexy, dirty games.
"Suck it like that. Oh yeah, fuck, yeah," Tom grunted. He spread his legs widely, gave Mimi all the room she would need.
Her open mouth captured one of his hairy balls, sucked it inside. She tugged on it gently, pulling taut the loose sheath of skin that enclosed it. And she bathed the ball with her spit, sucked it and rolled it about on her tongue, played with the ball and teased it. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he groaned.
He gazed down at her with glazed eyes. His cock was jutting up through her fist at an angle, and as he watched, a fat pearl of clear pre-cum oozed free, hung there for a second before rolling down to the underside of his cockhead. Then it dropped slowly down onto her eyelashes and stuck there, matting the lashes.
She didn't seem to notice. She was too busy sucking and licking his ball. But then she was spitting it out, letting it slop wetly from her gaping mouth. Droplets of wetness hung from the tiny ball hairs as she shifted over to the other ball and sucked it into her mouth. She began gnawing on it hungrily. Loud wet sucking sounds rose up from his crotch.
"What a mouth. What a hot fucking mouth," he grunted. His voice had grown hoarse. His knees bent slightly as his balls began to feel very heavy.
Mimi suddenly had a lewd idea. It would be just about impossible, but she wanted to try it. She wanted to surprise Tom. Even he hadn't suggested she try to suck both his balls at once. She immediately released the single ball from her mouth and let it dangle wetly with its partner. Then, with one deep breath, she dipped her face down once more.
Using the tips of the fingers of her free hand, she drew his ball sac out toward her gaping mouth. Her face drove forward recklessly, and her lips slopped down around the quivering mound of his balls. It happened so fast. One minute her mouth was empty. The next, she had her face stuffed with his whole ball sac. Both steaming balls throbbed inside her cheeks.
"Oh, fuck! Sonovabitch!" he croaked, not quite believing what had happened. His knees bent more and he angled his crotch down at her. His ball sac was caught tightly in the sucking wet hole of her mouth.
Mimi's nostrils flared. Her cheeks bulged out lewdly, like a chipmunk's. But she had done it. She had sucked his entire ball sac into her mouth. And she gazed up at him proudly, her eyes flashing. The enormous bulk of his cock slanted up at an angle, casting a shadow over her lovely young face. Another pearl of pre-cum hung off his cocktip and suddenly dripped off onto her bulging cheek.
"Sonovabitch! I don't believe it! Oh, fuck!" he crooned, glaring down at her. His balls were churning in the wet sucking maw of her mouth.
For the better part of a minute, Mimi held his balls in her mouth. It was all she could do. There was no room to jostle them about or suck them properly. Then all at once she spat his balls out. With a loud spluttering noise, the hot balls slopped free of her lips and swung wetly in his crotch. She gasped and wheezed in front of him.
"My cock, baby. Time to suck some cock now," he said, his mind reeling. "Put it in your mouth, pretty girl. Suck my big hard cock now."
"In my mouth?" she gasped, her face flush-ed. "You want me to put your cock in my mouth?"
"Fucking right. But first rub it into your face. Let it cool off some. Rub my cock all over your pretty face."
"Will it get bigger, if I put it in my mouth? Will it get bigger if I suck it?" she asked, gazing at his cock with interest. She let his prick tilt down in her fist till it was pointing straight at her face.
"Maybe. I'm not sure how much bigger my cock can get. It's pretty excited already from all the ball-sucking you did. Rub it into your face, though. Maybe that'll make it bigger. Rub my hard prick all over your face."
"Into my face?" she cooed innocently. Men sure are strange, she thought again, smiling.
She did as she was told, gripping his cock like a bat handle and smearing the cockhead every which way on her pretty young face. His prick was oozing pre-cum like a leaky faucet now and as she rubbed it up one cheek and down the other, over her forehead and against her nose, clear snail trails of cock juice spread everywhere. Her face was soon glittering with the oozing liquid from his prick.
"What's this stuff? What's this sticky stuff oozing all over my face?" she asked after a while. "It's not cum, is it?"
"It's not cum. Don't you worry your little head about it. When I cum, baby, you'll know about it. When I cum, you'll think you've got hold of a fucking firehose."
She continued rubbing his cock into her face, smearing the cockhead over her chin and cheeks and forehead. The pre-cum seeped out everywhere. She had her eyes closed most of the time, but every so often she glanced up at him to see if he'd had enough. She was curious to know if he really wanted her to put his cock in her mouth. He'd wanted her to suck his balls, hadn't he? Why not his cock, too?
"Now suck it," he said suddenly, as if reading her thoughts. "Put my cock in your sweet little mouth and suck it dry. If you suck cock like you suck balls, I'm in for a real treat."
Mimi gazed up into his face for a few seconds. But then, almost immediately, she was tilting his cock again, angling it up alongside her face. She pursed her lips, eased forward, planted a soft wet kiss on his slimy cockhead.
Tom's prick was so hard. It was like kissing a warm rock. She gazed up at him again, checked out his reaction. Then her tongue was flicking out, and she was stroking his cock up and down, licking the underside of his cockshaft before plunging it into her mouth. Her tongue was everywhere, tracing the paths of the ugly blue pulsing veins as they wriggled up the cock's sides.
"You learn fast, honey," he praised. "You really know how to use that hot tongue of yours, don't you?"
She glanced up at him but then dipped her head again and ran her tongue up the entire length of his cock. It was so thick, so heavy, that it didn't jut up toward the ceiling in an angry red spike. Instead, his prick throbbed in her fist and stuck out at a slight downward angle. By gripping his cock at its base and tilting it from side to side, she could lick up and down the cockshaft every which way.
The ugly blue veins on the cocklance seemed to be growing thicker. They wriggled and squirmed and split into smaller veins, all dark blue and pulsing. They appeared about to explode any second. And then there was the cockhead, huge and swollen and purple, winking at her like some monstrous mushroom. It nudged her cheek as she licked around the middle of the cock's trunk.
"In your mouth now, pretty girl. Stuff my cock in your mouth," Tom wheezed. But he made no move to force her. He had one hand on his hip and one tangled in the blonde curls of her hair.
"It's so big. I'm not sure I can get it in my mouth," she purred. "How am I supposed to suck something so big?"
As if answering her own question, she gave the cockshaft one more wet lick then backed off to face his prick head-on. She hefted his cock out toward her face, stared at it a moment, then leaned forward, her tongue sticking out. She licked the underside of the cockhead, once, twice. Then she pursed her lips into a pretty red oval. The slimy cockhead slotted neatly onto the puckered circle of her mouth.
Her big eyes rolled up to his a second and crinkled up at the edges in a smile. Then she was moving forward, and her lips were spreading, widening, slipping slowly down over the hard ball of his cockhead. Her nostrils flared.
He could feel her warm breath on his prickshaft. And suddenly his cockhead had slid completely between her lips. It sat throbbing on her tongue and her lips were sealed around the wrinkled flange below.
"Nice. Very nice," he croaked, savoring the soft feel of her tongue on the underside of his cockhead. Her eyes were so sweet and innocent and big and blue as she gazed up at him.
Blonde ringlets tumbled all down her cheeks. Her mouth was a tight seal around the swollen bulk of his prick.
Her lips inched forward gamely, crawling down lower and lower on his cockshaft till not only the cockhead but several inches of swollen prickmeat were embedded in her face. He could see one thick ugly vein wriggle out of sight under her top lip. He could feel her tongue flicking about, teasing him, tickling the underside of his prick. She moved on and on, trying to get as much cock as she could into her red, pouty mouth.
"There, you see, that's not so hard, is it?" he encouraged her. "But don't choke yourself. Slide your mouth up and down. Let my cock fuck your face. It'll be easier that way."
Her eyelids fluttered as she tilted her head down in concentration. She had about a third of the huge cock in her mouth. Her cheeks were ballooning out weirdly and she was snorting into his crotch hair. She paused, took note of what he said to her, then went into action. She wanted so much to please him, to do all he asked.
Her pretty blonde head began to bob up and down on his cock. She had one fist wrapped tightly around the prick base and, without thinking, she was shucking the cockshaft up and down. Her mouth slid back and forth, a bit wildly at first, then more and more evenly. His cockshaft fucked steadily in and out of her face, guided by the soft wet pad of her tongue.
"Very nice. Very fucking nice," Tom grunted, gazing down at her. "You're going to make a great little cock-sucker, I can tell."
Mimi wasn't sure how to take that, but she had too much else on her mind to think about it. She was fucking her mouth on his huge prick, keeping her lips sealed tightly around the cockshaft. And by angling her face slight-ly, she found she could fuck the cockhead way back into her throat. Nearly half his monster prick now disappeared into her face each time she lunged forward.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he moaned, and he seemed to go suddenly weak in the knees. His legs buckled and he was drifting back, falling onto the bed with a slow, lazy motion. His ass flopped onto the edge of the bed and he fell back on his elbows, groaning softly.
"Mmmfffmmmfff!" she complained, thinking maybe he was trying to pull his cock away from her. She stayed with him all the way, hanging onto his prick, scurrying forward on her knees. And she barely missed a stroke. His cock stayed locked in her mouth. She went right on sucking his prick as if nothing had happened.
His balls were growing heavy. Already, he could feel the telltale twitchings in them. He had hoped for this to go on and on. He had wanted to lay her out on his bed, fuck her face hard and rough, and pump his jizz down her throat. But he was helpless. There was nothing he could do. Her crazy sucking mouth was doing wild things to him. He'd had no idea when they started that she'd be this good.
"Mimi ... ungh ... I'm going to shoot real soon. I'm going to spurt in your mouth," he croaked. Propped up on his elbows, he glared down at her, watched her buck her head up and down between his legs.
"Mmmfffmmmfff!" she grunted, making no sign that she understood. She was all caught up in the rhythm of what she was doing. Her fist and her face were driving up and down in perfect sequence. She seemed totally absorbed.
"Jerk me off in your mouth. I'm going to spurt. I can't stop it," he wheezed. He sounded almost apologetic.
Mimi went on about her business, driving her face up and down, sucking his cock raw. He had a perfect view of her face, and could watch her pretty blonde hair bounce up and down. Her eyes were clenched shut in concentration. Her nostrils snorted. Loud slopping noises came from her mouth.
"I'm cumming in your mouth! I'm going to spurt my hot jizz down your throat!" he cried. His ass began to twitch on the bed. His thighs were trembling.
Mimi glanced up into his face quickly, not entirely understanding. And suddenly there was a wet exploding sound as his cock went off in her mouth. Her head stopped bouncing, her fist froze in mid-pump, and all at once her eyes rolled with shock. Her head jerked, recoiled, as if she had been struck. There were rich and deep gurgling sounds from deep in her throat.
Her mouth was full of hot, waxy cum. His cockhead had twitched, and suddenly there was this hot flood of slime. Her cheeks ballooned with his cum and her tongue floated. She gasped, swallowed, sucked down a thick wad of cum into her throat. It was an automatic response. She had no time to think. The thick globs of cock cream slithered down to her belly.
"In your mouth! In your cock-teasing mouth!" he cried, and his legs continued to twitch as his cock pumped out his cum. "Suck it all down! Eat it! Eat my jizz!"
Mimi stared at Tom stupidly, the cock trembling in her fist. She had just cleared her throat of spunk when the cockhead twitched again and her mouth filled up all over again. Jism spurted hard against the roof of her mouth, bounced off in all directions. Cum was squishing between her cheeks and gums, in between her teeth, under her tongue. It was the weirdest feeling, like being force-fed soup.
She shouldn't be surprised, she realized. She'd had enough to do with cocks recently to know that sooner or later they shot off hot silver streamers of cum. But still she was caught off guard, having him shoot in her mouth like this. Somehow, she'd never thought that this was the way it would end.
"Pump it! Pump my cock! Jerk me off into your mouth, you stupid slut!" he croaked. And his fist reached down to cover hers, to force her to yank up and down on his exploding cock. His ass was humping up off the bed now, and he was fucking her face from below.
Mimi seemed to come to her senses. Her fist squeezed the base of his cock and she pumped along with him. Her head remained more or less still as she waited for yet more hot jism to spurt out into her mouth. Her eyes were glued to his face and there was an odd look in them, as if she were puzzled or hurt or something.
Another huge blast of cum spurted into her mouth, and this one shot out so hard that her face lifted till the cockhead was barely between her lips. Her head tilted back and her mouth gaped open, and he had the strange experience of watching silver jets of cum spring from his cockhead directly between her open lips. One, two, three more cum-jets.
She gulped and swallowed, and the thick strings of spunk slid to her belly. But she couldn't keep up, and trickles of jism appeared at the corners of her mouth. Dribbles of white cum ran down her chin, hung there like elastic. Her ovaled lips were glistening with a thick layer of cock cream. The cum shone white, like hot wax.
"Eat it! Eat it! Eat my hot cum!" he demanded, and his fist continued to shuck up and down on top of hers.
Another jet of cum sprang free, and he watched this one dive directly between her gaping lips. More jizz drooled from the corners of her mouth and hung off her chin.
He stopped pumping his cock at last and let it rest with its head propped against her chin. Just above, her mouth hung open, the lips distorted, a huge pool of white cum floating about on her tongue. The overflow drooled out over her lip and down off her chin. Some cum slid down along his cockshaft, like wax down a candle. He gazed down at her.
She gazed back at him, her eyes full of resentment and shock. Her mouth was still full of cum, heavy with it, her bottom lip sagging down so that the silver fluid poured out over her chin like sauce. She could swallow no more cum for the moment, and the creamy jizz rolled about in her mouth. She looked as though she were deeply disappointed in him.
"What's the matter, honey? You never tasted cum before?" His cock had stopped spurting at last and now merely drooled slime like a leaky faucet. The cocktip still rested against her soiled chin.
She didn't answer him but tried to concentrate on holding the slimy jizz in her mouth. She didn't succeed, and slowly a great heavy white wall of cum slopped from her lips, drooled down her chin and his cock. The cum ran down in great silver strings, like syrup. A blob of cum snapped off her chin and fell to the floor.
Tom stared down at her, fascinated at the sight of his silver cum slopping from her mouth. There was something about her hurt, resentful look that only added to the thrill. It was as if she were pouting, like a spoiled little girl, because she'd been caught off guard.
He had only shot his cum-load in her mouth, after all.
CHAPTER SIX
It sure was a funny feeling, Mimi thought, having a guy shoot his cum in her mouth. It was the weirdest thing that had ever happened to her, in a way. And this shocked her, because she had thought she had experienced all there was to experience when it came to sex. She had begun to think of herself as something of an expert.
She'd known Tom Quigly would shoot off sooner or later, of course. She'd been aware of that all along. She'd just never imagined him cumming in her mouth. It had really thrown her for a while, feeling those hot wet cum-jets between her lips. In the back of her mind, she'd thought he would end up fucking his cock up her cunt before he came.
It just goes to show you, she thought. There was no telling what a guy might want to do to her, no telling what turned him on. From now on, she wouldn't be shocked at anything. Absolutely nothing that anyone asked of her would throw her off balance. Men were strange and kinky and they liked to do things with their cocks that she had never dreamed of.
Not that this upset her or anything. But it was all happening to her so fast. Her sex life, from being non-existent, had suddenly blossomed into something out of a fuck movie. She felt a strange urge to slow things down a bit, to rest for a while. Or at least to take part in some normal sex for a change. Maybe in a bed, with the guy on top of her, like most couples.
It occurred to her that so far her sex experiences had been far from normal. She'd had a guy jerk off all over pretty white panties. She'd squatted on top of a half-conscious guy in a car and fucked him silly. She'd had a guy spurt jet after jet of hot cock cream into her mouth. The most normal sex she'd had was with Dave Jameson, when she'd jerked him off. And even that had been a bit strange, with him cumming on her tits and everything.
He'd been as inexperienced as she was, of course, that could account for it. Her most normal sex act had been with some guy approximately her own age. It figured. She wondered if maybe this wasn't the answer. Maybe the thing to do was see guys her own age for a while, if she wanted to slow things down. Older men were great, but they were a little kinky.
The problem was, she didn't really know many guys her own age that well. As yet, she hadn't really started dating seriously. Dave Jameson was about the only one, and though she liked him well enough, she wasn't all that interested in him as a sex partner. He wasn't that exciting or anything. Who else was there? Who else was a normal, average guy that she found appealing?
Roy Scott was the only one she could think of. He was in one of her classes at school and she'd always been impressed with his intelligence. He seemed more sensitive than most, and she had an idea he liked her, though he'd never said much to her. She thought he was just shy, a bit like Dave Jameson, only cuter. He might be worth a try. He would make a change from the men she had been seeing.
Roy worked part-time after school, driving some kind of delivery van. She wasn't sure what he delivered, and she didn't care, but she did study his activities for a day or so, and she found it relatively easy to put herself in his way once or twice. He said hello to her, and seemed encouraged by her smiles and pleasant comments. She had a feeling it wouldn't be long before he asked her out.
It didn't quite happen that way.
Late one afternoon as she made her way home, again dressed in a short dress and kneesocks, he pulled up alongside her in his delivery van. He was working, he told her, and didn't have time to take her for a coffee or anything-but would she like to ride around with him for a while? She could keep him company.
Mimi didn't hesitate. She jumped in quickly alongside him and off they went, driving through the suburbs, stopping every now and then to drop off a parcel or package. He talked more than he ever had before, about school, about his job, about how he never had time for anything like dating or having fun. But he wasn't complaining. He made her laugh, in fact, with tales about his hectic life and what he had to put up with.
She found herself comparing Roy with the older men she'd come in contact with lately. And, after a while, she began wondering what he would be like in bed, and how big his cock was, and whether he'd want to shoot over her panties or cum in her mouth or what. She couldn't help it. She looked on all males with this kind of outlook now. Her life really had changed completely.
He made no pass at her, and didn't mention sex at all. But she caught him eyeing her long golden thighs from time to time. The van had a high seat, and great lengths of her leg showed between her knee-socks and short dress. She smiled to herself, very much aware of his every glance at her. She was happy and content now in her own sexiness.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she purred after maybe half an hour. "I'll let you if you want to. We could get in the back of the van."
He swerved slightly to the right but soon straightened the van out. He looked over at her, a sly smile on his lips. There was a warmness, an openness about him that Mimi found very appealing. She wondered why she had never noticed it before. But then there were lots of things that she'd never noticed before. She was becoming more aware of men every day.
"Jesus, Mimi! Are you serious? Are you kidding or what?"
"I'm perfectly serious. I like you. And you don't have much time, what with working and everything."
He drove the van into the lot of a huge shopping center and parked way off to one side, under somes trees, away from the stores and all the other vehicles. The center wasn't very busy anyway, and they had this part of the lot all to themselves. He turned off the motor, glanced at her, then led her into the back of the van, in among all the crates and packages. He cleared a space on the floor and dropped his jacket over it.
"It's kind of cramped, but it's the best I can do on such short notice," he smiled. He fell to his knees and stared at her, unsure what to do next. He still wasn't sure she was serious.
"It's fine. It's kind of exciting, to be doing it in a place like this. Would you like to undress me?"
She stood crouched in front of him, her crotch level with his face. When he made no move to touch her, she grasped the hem of her short summer dress and raised it a bit at a time. The pale white triangle of pretty white panty came into view. She held her dress up around her belly, shoved her pussy mound out to him. The panties were very brief, held up around her hips by two tiny lace strings.
"Pull down my panties. Don't be shy," she murmured. She was grinning down at him, her bright eyes full of mischief.
He raised his hands, hooked his thumbs under the tiny white strings at her hips. Then he tugged down and drew the triange of white fabric off her crotch. Her blonde pussy hair fluffed free. The panties, once he had them around her thighs, slipped quickly to the floor.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh," he gasped, gazing raptly at her bare pussy. It was only a foot from his face, and the sight of her cunt seemed to have frozen him.
"Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?" she purred. She swayed her hips, humped her crotch in and out. Her golden thighs were spread wide for him.
Something seemed to snap in him, and suddenly he gripped her ass cheeks with his fists, drew her forward and forced his face down at the same time. He mashed his face into her tufted crotch, licked his tongue up and down the closed slice of her pussy. He made deep moaning noises, as if he were already having some kind of climax. His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks and his tongue poked and probed at her cunt.
"Goodness, Roy, what's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a pussy before?" she smiled. Her back was arched deeply, her crotch stuck shamelessly into his face.
He was angling his face lower, coming at her pussy from below. His tongue was inside her cunt now, poking and probing between the puffy plump slabs of her cuntlips. He was making lewd lapping sounds, his nose buried in her pussy hair.
"Goodness, Roy. Goodness...." There was a catch in her voice. Her legs were buckling slightly, the knees bending, the thighs spreading even wider.
Without realizing what she was doing, she was giving him more room to get at her pussy. She kept her dress up around her waist with one hand while the other came up to cradle the back of his head.
This wasn't going quite the way she'd planned. She'd expected a straight fuck, and here she was letting him gnaw at her pussy with his hungry, crazy mouth. She'd expected him to throw her to the floor, spread her legs, climb on top of her and fuck her in the regular way. Instead, this was happening. He might still fuck her, of course. But right now he seemed too caught up in using his mouth on her pussy.
And it felt wonderful, she couldn't deny it. She suddenly remembered the way Mr. Fraser had eaten her pussy through her panties, and how lovely that had been. She recalled the way he'd licked and sucked at her, not just at her pussy but at her asshole as well. And now Roy was licking and sucking her cunt with no panties in the way. His mouth was on her naked cunt, and his tongue was actually between the puffy cuntlips, inside her pussy.
"Roy ... oooooh! Roy ... ungh!" she whispered helplessly.
Her knees were weak, and for a moment she thought she was going to keel over on top of him. He seemed to sense what was happening to her. Without once lifting his face off her pussy, he drew her down. His hands tugged on her ass cheeks till she was squatting low. Then he eased her over with his strong arms. He laid her on her back on the floor of the van.
She hooked her legs up high, scissored them, spread them so that he had all the room in the world to continue his wild cunt-sucking. She stared down at the top of his head, amazed that a mouth and tongue could do so much to make a girl feel so good. She would cum, she just knew it, if he went on eating her pussy this way.
"You like this? You like having your cunt eaten?" He leered at her, raising his greasy face from between her legs.
"Oh, God yes! It feels so good! Don't stop! Don't stop eating me!" Her feet were planted firmly on the floor and she began to hump her crotch at him ever so gently. Again and again she forced up her cunt, tickling his chin with the soft hairs of her pussy.
He bent down again, resuming his suck-job on her cunt. She kept her ass raised off the floor, and his hands mangled the sweet girlflesh of her ass. While he ate her cunt, she continued to fuck his face. And she shifted her crotch slightly from side to side, moving in slow easy circles beneath his sucking mouth. The soft sweet melting feeling was growing again in her cunt.
The more he sucked, the more her cunt expanded. The outer cuntlips seemed to bend back on themselves, splitting wide open like an exotic fruit. All the shiny pink pussy-flesh within blossomed into the open. The delicate skin inside her cunt quivered for him. Her pink clit twitched at the top of her cunt gash, and each time he touched it she writhed and moaned.
He wanted to keep eating her. The sweet young-girl fragrance of her pussy was great to breathe in. But she'd offered him a fuck, hadn't she? That had been the deal. And his cock was an aching bar in his jeans, bent uncomfortably inside his shorts. He slobbered and slurped at her cunt for some seconds more. His tongue diddled her clit back and forth. But now, with one hand, he was working at his belt and fly. He was working his pants and shorts down off his ass.
"Are you going to fuck me? Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked in a soft, little-girl voice. She had lifted up onto her elbows and was watching him very seriously.
"I think it's about that time, don't you?" he grunted, raising his face again and twisting to shove his jeans and shorts down around his knees. "How do you feel about it? You ready for a nice big cock up your cunt?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"
Her eyes rolled as she tried to catch sight of his cock. When she did, she let out a little yelp. He had a good eight inches of hard cock meat springing about between his legs. His prick looked fully stiff and hard already.
Roy finally had his pants far enough down his legs, and now he began to crawl up over her, forcing himself between her elevated legs. He supported himself on his knees and held his long cock like a weapon in his hand. She felt the cockhead scrape her upper thigh arid bump through her pussy hair. Then she felt the tip of his prick planted firmly against the soft gaping slice of her cunthole.
"Shove it in! Shove your cock all the way in! Oh, yes!" she pleaded, gazing down between her legs. Her fingers crawled down and clamped onto her swollen cuntlips. She pulled, prying her pussy wide for him. She wanted to catch his cockhead with her soggy pussylips.
But he was ahead of her. He already had his rock-hard prickhead slotted between her pussylips. And now he pressed forward, sank on top of her, fucking his cock inch after bloated inch into her aching cunt. He didn't even pause to see if it hurt her. In seconds he had his prick buried to the balls. His cock throbbed inside her cunt as if an electric current were running through the cockshaft.
"Oh, yes! Oh, God, it feels so nice!" she purred. And she sank her head back on the floor of the van. She had let go of her cuntlips now and clutched at her dress, which was still rolled up around her flat golden belly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" he snorted.
His ass was already pumping, and he was feeding her inch after inch of enormous swollen cock, burying his fucker again and again in her soaking cunthole. Her legs were scissored on either side of him. Now they hooked up over the small of his back. Her striped knee-socks were locked at the ankles.
"It feels so good to fuck. It feels so good!" she groaned, staring up at him. The lids of her pretty blue eyes were droopy with lust.
"You know all about it, do you?" he leered, pinning her to the floor with an especially vicious lunge of his cock.
He glared down into her amazingly younglooking face. He wouldn't put money on it, but he guessed that she hadn't fucked more than two or three times before this. She was just too sweet and innocent looking. He was surprised she had gone this far with him.
"I love-cock. I just love it," she grunted. Her head rolled from side to side on the dirty van floor.
The youth fucked steadily, for long, long minutes, fucking his cock in and out of her cunt till it shone like a greased piston. His balls smacked into the upturned cheeks of her ass again and again. She jerked beneath him, jolted against the van floor time after time. She began to whimper softly, experiencing a sweet pain.
"Let's see those big tits," he said at last, his voice hoarse with lust. "Are your tits as big as they look, or are they phony?"
He pawed at her chest, took the dress from her and shoved it under her chin. Her big tits wobbled free, separated and settled. She was wearing no bra. The nipples stuck up all nutbrown and swollen, like the tips of two cigars. As he fucked her, the tits shimmied and jiggled. But they stayed firm and proud on her young chest.
"Fuck, they are for real," he groaned. And he quickly lowered his head and sucked one swollen nipple between his lips. He began to gnaw on her tit hungrily. He nipped her nipple with his teeth and circled it with his tongue.
"Oh, please! Oh, please!" she groaned, sounding more and more as if she were in pain. "I'm cumming! I can't stop cumming!"
"Don't even try. Cum all you want. That's the whole point of fucking. I'm going to cum, myself, real soon. I'm going to blow my jizz right up your hot little cunt!"
Mimi glared up at him, her cunt melting. Wave after wave of sweetness was rolling through her and she found it almost too much to bear. He had raised up off her tits now and was squeezing them, mauling her tits with his hands. Sparks of pleasure were shooting up from her swelled nipples.
"You ready, Mimi? You ready for a cunt full of jizz?" he wheezed. His pale ass was a blur of motion now as he bucked and fucked on top of her. His prick was making a lewd squelching sound each time he rammed it inside her pussy.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Fill me with it! Spurt it inside me! I want your jizz! I want your hot streaming cum deep up my cunt!" Her voice was crazed, as if she had no control over herself.
He fucked his cock into her cunt one more time, two more times and suddenly there was a huge tremor along the length of his cocklance. A great hot blob of cum gushed up into her cunt, slopped over her insides. His jism shot out with enormous force and clogged her pussy in an instant. The lewd squelching sounds grew louder now each time he rammed his fucker into her cunt.
"I feel it! Oh, God, I can feel you going off inside me! I love it! Spurt more! Spurt more hot jizz up my cunt!" she wailed. Her belly twitched as she fucked her pussy onto his prick.
Another monster wad of spunk sprang free inside her pussy. She felt it spurt. The cum was hot and sizzling, like melted steel or something. It rolled and splashed about inside her, coating her cunt walls with layers of cock cream. Already, she felt clogged, filled to capacity with steaming hot jism.
But he had lots more cum to give. And as she writhed and quivered there beneath him, his cock spurted out one, two, three more jets of sizzling spunk. She felt each cum-jet dis tinctly, like spurts from a hose. And then there was the wet syrupy feel of the overflow as it spilled from her cuntlips and was drawn out clinging to his cock.
"So much cum! So much hot jizz!" she cried, gazing up at him. The sticky wetness was slopping down into the crack of her ass. Cum was dampening her upper thighs and her cunt hair.
Roy's cock recoiled one more time, firing out a knot of cum that seemed to rattle her bones.
Cock cream gushed and flowed inside her clogged cunt hole, squirmed about like hot wax. Then he seemed to be finished. But he continued to fuck her, burying his cock to the balls time after time after time. Each time his cock was pulled out into the open, it drooled strings of silver cum that dribbled over her ass.
"So much cum! I love it! I just love it!" she gasped. And she stared up at him with a look of complete gratitude, as if he had just done her the biggest favor in the world. "I feel so full of jizz. I feel like it's coming out of my ears! My goodness, so much cum!"
He continued to fuck her, fucking his cock deep inside her pussy with regular lunges. It wasn't till many minutes had passed that he slowed down and came to rest on top of her. And it was a long time after that when he final-ly pulled his dripping cock out of her cunt, slopped it across her belly, lay down again on her with his prick crushed wetly between them.
"Don't you think you should get back to work?" she asked at last. "You've had quite a break. Your boss might be wondering where you are."
"Fuck my boss," the boy grunted into her ear.
"I might, given half the chance," Mimi smiled.
He looked down at her and knew she was serious.
CHAPTER SEVEN
So the boys her own age weren't that much different from fully grown men when it came to fucking, Mimi realized. The session with Roy had taught her that. They all liked fucking, whenever and wherever they could get it. And they liked to do strange and kinky things to a girl, like kissing and licking her pussy. Roy had been no different from Mr. Fraser in that respect, she mused. The only difference was, Mr. Fraser had eaten her through her panties.
It didn't really matter then, did it, whether she had sex with young boys or old men? They all liked the same kind of stuff. If she had learned anything this past week or so, it was not to be surprised over what men liked. They were a strange bunch. Her one comfort was that she had by now surely experienced all there was to experience as far as sex went. What else could they do to her? She had seen it all.
Whenever she caught a glimpse of Mr. Fraser now over the back fence, she felt a weird gratitude toward him. He had started the whole thing, after all. He had given Mimi her first feel of cock, no matter how odd the circumstances. Without him, she would still be the shy little girl without any knowledge at all of the hot, wild world of sex. She positively glowed as she watched him putter around his garden.
Fraser had seemed a little different the past day or so. He was warmer toward her somehow. It was as if he'd gotten over the initial shock and guilt he must have felt after dryfucking her through her panties. He smiled and chatted to her over the fence just as he used to before their crazy fuck session. She'd had the feeling on one or two occasions that he was about to ask her over again, but then he had always glanced nervously toward the house and excused himself.
This afternoon, he was prowling by the fence again, dipping out of sight from time to time to poke and prod in the dirt. But his mind didn't seem to be on the job, she could tell. He appeared nervous, anxious about something. Or maybe he was excited. He stared over the fence into her yard occasionally, and he look-ed quite disappointed that there was no one there to talk to.
Her parents weren't home. She was the only one about. And she had a sudden strong feeling of tenderness for poor Mr. Fraser. He must have been so worried that she'd tell her mother or father about what he'd done to her. He must have been so anxious. No wonder he had been quiet. He was probably scared to death.
Mimi found herself bounding out of the house to greet him, her pretty face crinkled into a smile of reassurance. She should set his mind at ease. She should let him know he had nothing to worry about. She wasn't going to snitch on him. She felt too much warmth, too much gratitude for that. If anything, in fact, she wouldn't have minded another fuck session with him.
"Hi, Mr. Fraser! How've you been?" she smiled. "How's Mrs. Fraser and little Jaimie?"
There was a little gulp of surprise from the other side of the fence and suddenly Mr. Fraser's red face appeared. He had been squatting in a flower bed poking at something, but now he straightened up and stared at her. She was leaning down with her hands on top of the fence and her big tits wobbled inside her loose sweater. His eyes settled immediately on her lush ripe cleavage.
"Oh, God, it's you! I've been looking out for you. Say, can you come over right away? I'm all alone in the house and I've got something for you. A little present."
"For me? Mr. Fraser, that's crazy. You don't have to buy me any presents. What would your wife say?"
"She doesn't know. She's not going to know. Come on over. She's only gone for two or three hours."
He seemed so anxious. It was as though he were asking her to help at the scene of some accident. And yet he said he had a present for her. It was all very strange. She was over the fence in a flash. She followed him into his house, down a hall, into what she took to the be the guest bedroom. He was rummaging in a closet, hauling out a small box, handing it to her.
"What is it? Can I open it?" she cooed.
"Of course. I want you to try them on. I've got to see you in them. I've been dreaming about this for days." He strode to the door, closed it, sat down on the bed and stared at her.
Mimi opened the box and began fingering what looked like expensive white underwear. Only it wasn't regular underwear. There were no panties, and no bra. Just a pair of sheer white stockings and another item that she couldn't quite figure out. She held the garment up with her fingers and looked at him quizzically. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow.
"It's a garter belt," he explained. "You hook it around your waist and attach the stockings to the suspenders. It's very simple. You'll get the idea. Go ahead. Try them on. Take all your clothes off."
So much for him feeling anxious and guilty about what he did before, Mimi thought.
He was acting very confidently, indeed. His nervousness was only excitement, it seemed. He was tense because he was horny and wanted to see her decked out like a whore. Would she never, ever learn enough lessons about men?
"Mr Fraser, you're a very naughty man," she chided. "This present isn't for me at all. It's really for you. You want to see me dressed in this stuff so you can think dirty thoughts about me."
"I admit it," he smiled. "But what's the harm? A little harmless fun between her friends is all it is. You can keep the stuff. It's yours. I've just got to see you in it. I've got to."
Mimi hesitated, still fingering the lovely items. He was right, in a way. What was the harm in a little fun? After what she'd done over the past few days, this seemed pretty harmless. And the underthings really were beautiful. And expensive. She really was curious to know what she'd look like in them. How could she resist trying them on?
"I got the idea from those sexy little white panties of yours. The ones I came all over, remember? Those very little-girl panties. This stuff is for a real woman, for someone who knows something about sex. These are fucking clothes."
Mimi unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. How could she resist an argument like this? Wasn't she a woman now, after all? Didn't she know lots about sex? She had to try the sexy underthings on. She had to know what it felt like to wear such things. She cross-ed her arms and pulled her sweater off over her head. Her big juicy tits danced free on her chest.
"Gorgeous tits. Fucking gorgeous," he commented. He lay back on the bed, propped on his elbows. His legs were spread wide and Mimi noticed a growing cock-bulge in his crotch.
She slipped her white panties down her legs and stepped from them. Then, a little selfconsciously, she circled her waist with the frilly white garter belt, hooked it tightly behind her. She adjusted it so that the white elastic suspenders hung down the front and back of her golden thighs.
"See how easy it is? I knew you'd get the hang of it," he said. He had begun fingering his prick through his rough work pants.
"I feel a bit silly," she blushed, sitting on the edge of a chair in the corner. She raised one long leg and began drawing one sheer white stocking up over her calf and knee. When she had it hauled up all the way along her thigh, she attached the stocking top to one of the elastic garters.
"No need to feel silly. You look fabulous," he commented. He had unzipped the front of his pants and thrust his hand inside.
Mimi drew on the other stocking, stood up, and made the other garter attachments secure. Then she moved over in front of a full-length mirror set in the closet door. She twisted and turned before the glass, eyed herself coyly. A smile played about the corners of her mouth. She strode back and forth in front of him a few times, blushing prettily.
"What do you think? Do you like me?" she purred. Her trim little ass cheeks flexed beautifully each time she took a step.
"This tell you anything?" he snorted. He hauled his cock out from his pants and waved it about for her. His cock was six or seven inches long already and was growing thicker and longer by the second. His fist pumped slowly up and down its length.
Mimi flushed even deeper. "Mr. Fraser, you really are terrible. I shouldn't be doing this for you."
It occurred to her that this was the first time he had seen her body properly. From the brightness of his eyes and the redness of his cock, he evidently liked what he saw. Her glanced from her big joggling tits down her golden belly to her pussy and back again. His eyes ran up her legs to where the white stockings ended at the tops of her thighs. He glared at the garter belt and the way the suspenders stretched as she moved.
"What a sight. What a fucking fantastic sight," he murmured. He was jacking off free-ly now, his fist a blur of motion on his thick cock. "Come over here, honey. Join the nice naughty man on the big bed."
Mimi giggled. She moved toward him slow-ly. And while she did so, he tore off his shirt, shoved his work pants and shorts down his legs and off altogether. By the time she reached the bed he was naked, his cock jutting up from his crotch like a reddened pole. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her down onto the bed, and draped her belly-down over a pillow he had ready. She heard him gasp with lust.
Her ass was stuck up into the air, and there was a deep hollow in the small of her back. Her white garter straps dug into her ass cheeks at one side, stretched to the snapping point over her taut young flesh. He was feeling her, running his hands everywhere over her ass and thighs and cunt. His fingers dipped between her cuntlips and tickled and teased her. In seconds, she was oozing a wet slime of pussy juice.
"What a sight. What a fucking sight," he croaked.
He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, spread them wide apart. Her asshole winked at him invitingly. Below, the tufted hairy crack of her cunt had started to split wide open. Hunks of rubbery red cunt flesh were forcing their way into the open.
"Are you going to fuck me? Are you?" she asked, her voice muffled by a pillow. He had her in roughly the same position he'd had her in the first time, she realized. Only this time she was wearing garter belt and stockings instead of white panties, and her crotch was nak-ed and open for him.
He didn't answer, but soon she felt the hard probing of his fat cock up and down the crack of her ass. His cockhead felt like a hot stone against her skin. He placed his prick up against the puffy wet lips of her cunt, shoved forward, and fucked three or four inches of cockmeat inside her pussy. He paused just a second, then moved forward again. The rest of his big cock sank from sight.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," she muttered. This certainly wasn't like the first time with him, she mused. There was no hesitation now. He was getting right down to business.
"You like it? You like my big cock?" he leered.
"Yes! God, yes!" she croaked. She pumped her ass back at him. He speared her deep, fucking'His cock to' theballs in her sucking cunt.
"Let's see how much you like it. Let's see just how much," he went on. There was something in the tone of his voice that made her glance back over her shoulder at him. He sounded strange. He was already flushed and sweating.
Suddenly he was withdrawing his cock, pulling it out of her cunt before she had a chance to get used to the feel of it. He was rubbing his prick up and down in the crack of her ass, wetting her ass, making the split between her buns slick with cunt grease. Then he was planting his cockhead against the dented pit of her asshole.
"What are you doing? What are you going to do?" she asked nervously. Again, her pretty head was turned around to stare at him. Her blonde hair fluffed prettily against her shoulders.
Fraser didn't answer, but suddenly she felt enormous pressure against her asshole and she began to get the idea. He forced her deeper and deeper into the cushion below her, drilling between her ass cheeks with the stiff rod of his cock. Her ass began to grow numb, as if she'd been injected with something. She grunted and groaned beneath him.
"What are you doing? What . , . nnnnnn," she moaned.
"Up the ass! I'm going to fuck you up the ass," he grunted. And as he spoke she felt the hot hard ball of his cockhead forcing itself into her asshole.
Mimi couldn't believe this was happening. She thought she knew all there was to know about fucking. She'd seen it all. How could he pull something like this on her, just when she thought she knew it all? People didn't do this. Normal men and women didn't do kinky stuff like this. Up her ass? His big hot cock up her asshole! This couldn't be happening.
But it was. That much was obvious. His cockhead and two inches of cockmeat had vanished between her ass cheeks. More cock was fucking in. In a matter of seconds, Mimi had six inches of cock fucked up her asshole, and he wasn't finished yet. His hands were prying her ass cheeks farther apart. His cock was going deeper.
"Up your ass. Going to fuck you up your sweet ass, little girl," he wheezed. And he fucked the last couple of inches of hard cock meat up her asshole. His balls settled against her gaping wet cunt. His crotch hair tickled her ass cheeks. His prick was in her all the way.
"Nnnnnnn," Mimi groaned. She couldn't rhoVe. He had her pinned to the bed with hii huge throbbing cock.
And all at once, he was all motion. His thighs began slapping against hers and his hands gripped her tightly around her tiny waist. Again and again, he lunged down on top of her, fucking his hot cock as deep as it would go in her sweet little asshole. The bed began to squeak as he fucked. His cock-thrusts were fast, expert and deep.
"You can't do this ... nnnnn ... your cock's too big," she moaned into her pillow. "Oh, God. Oh, God."
He fucked her hard, ramming his cock again and again into her asshole. He fucked her as if he hadn't had sex in six months. He fucked into her ass from the left and from the right, from above and below. It was as though he wanted to make her asshole as big as possible for all the cocks that would get fucked up there in the future. His balls bounced and quivered as he fucked.
"So big ... so big ... so big," she muttered, as if in a daze. Her fingers gripped the coverlet and twisted hunks of it.
"Such a sweet little ass. So sweet," he grunted.
And now he raised up and fucked her from a different angle. He hooked his hand under the rear strap of her white garter belt, tugged on it roughly as if he were reining in a horse.
His cock felt like it was being peeled. Her asshole was clinging to his fucker tightly, like some kind of vise. Yet each time he reared back, more than half the huge prick shaft slid into the open, shining greasily. His cock was plunging back and forth easily. Her ass was urging his cock in and out, it seemed. Her ass cheeks gleamed with her cunt slime and his pre-cum.
"You ready for an asshole full of cum? You ready for that?" He leered, leaning back low over her back. "I'm gonna pump you full of jizz. Fill your ass full of cum. Flood you with quarts of jizz!"
Mimi mumbled into her pillow. She didn't know what to say. This whole experience was just too much for her. Up the ass ... he was fucking her up the ass.
Fraser reared up again suddenly, clutched both hands under her garter belt at her sides. He gave off a kind of wild roar.
And then she knew he was cumming. Her ass was so numb she couldn't feel much of anything down there. But she knew from his erratic jerks that he was cumming.
"Up your ass! Spurting my jizz up your hot little ass!" he croaked. He was tugging so hard on her garter belt she thought he was going to snap it. She found herself hoping he didn't. She wanted to keep it.
A sizzling hot glob of spunk exploded from his cockhead deep inside her ass guts. It spurted far, just as his cock was buried to the hilt. Cum roared up inside her, like hot grease, soaking her ass guts, drenching her asshole. He held still for a split second, his cock buried inside her ass like that. His eyes were clenched shut with pleasure. Then he was drawing back.
"Up your ass! Up your hot cock-teasing little ass," he groaned. He pulled back till his cock nearly slipped free of her asshole, then lunged deep again. His prick spurted out another gigantic glob of cum up her asshole.
Mimi whimpered and moaned into her pillow. She sounded as if she were about to cry. But it was hard to tell if this was from discomfort or pleasure. She was fairly still. She couldn't move too much under all his weight. She simply remained passive and let him do as he wished with her, let him bury his cock again and again up her ass and spurt out his jizz.
The second blast of his cum had flooded her ass guts to capacity, it seemed. Silver spunk was oozing from the tight ring of her asshole and drooling down over the tufted hairy gash no of-her cunt; Strings of jizz hung stickily from the shaft of his bloated prick. He fucked in one more time, and paused a split second again. Then he withdrew so far his cock slipped constantly from her cum-oozing asshole.
"All over you. Cum all over you," he panted, taking his cock in hand, slotting it tightly into the crack between her ass cheeks. He pressed the ass cheeks together with his hands, trapped his prick in between. Then he watched as his next jet of spunk arced up over her back in a long milky streamer.
There was a loud wet splattering sound, and the rope of cum fell in a white ribbon up the length of her back. It had shot as high as her hair, and a thick glob of silver hung in the blonde ringlets. The rest of the jizz slithered down between her shoulder blades and along her spine into the small of her back, where it began to pool. The end of the streamer looped over her left ass cheek.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he gasped. And now he was pulling back farther, lifting his cumspurting cock from between her ass cheeks. He gripped his cock in his fist, tilted it down, aim-ed it at her ass and cunt and jetted out glob after glob of jizz.
It was just like his first time with her, only there were no panties to obstruct him. His cock spat out jet after jet of steaming hot cum, and he splashed her upturned ass and gaping hairy cunt with his cum. Strings of white jism bounced over her ass cheeks, hung off them like icing on a cake. Ropes of silver cum slithered down over the red puffy skin of her gaping pussy, drooled off the hairy cunt slabs lewdly.
At last his cock stopped spurting cum, and he gripped his cock like a bat and began rubbing it back and forth across her cummy ass cheeks and cunt. He spread the cum everywhere, painted her ass with cum. He poked his cockhead against her pussy and stroked wads of jism up and down and inside her cuntlips. Her pussy hair was soon dripping with great heavy strings of cock cream.
"All over your ass and cunt! Cum all over your cock-teasing little ass and cunt!" he wheezed.
And finally he fell forward on top of her, crushing her deep into the soft bed. His cock was locked firmly in the cum-slimed groove between her ass cheeks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mimi hadn't seen Mr. Logan since the night she'd sat on him and fucked him silly in his car. He'd been so drunk at the time that she had thought he wouldn't remember a thing about the weird encounter.
But one afternoon, he was waiting for her in his car outside school. He honked at her, motioned her over, and said he wanted to talk to her if she would join him for a short ride. From the look in his eyes, she could tell he remembered at least part of what had happened.
He had closed the small business he ran early, he told her, but had just remembered something he still had to do back at the office. If she would come with him they could talk on the way, and then he could drive her home afterwards.
Mimi hadn't the vaguest idea what Mr. Logan could want to talk to her about, but she agreed to accompany him. She had nothing else to do-and it might prove interesting.
He didn't say much to her for quite some time. He just drove and glanced over at her every so often, a strange smile on the corners of his lips. He kept looking at her slender legs stretched out in front of her, the knees held primly together. She was wearing her white hose and she looked very trim and grown up sitting so quietly there. She was nothing like the lusting young animal she'd been with him those few nights before.
"About the other night," he said suddenly, smiling at her. "That was quite a ride you took. I really enjoyed it."
She blushed deeply. "I didn't think you'd remember. You were very drunk at the time."
"It all came back to me the next morning. It made the hangover bearable. You were wild! I got excited all over again, just thinking about
"I was in a crazy mood. I was curious about something."
"About what it felt like to sit on a guy and fuck him till he couldn't walk? Was that it?"
"Something like that."
He was pulling into a small gravel lot in front of squat two-story building. It looked like a warehouse of some kind, with a series of offices attached. He helped her from the car, unlocked a door at the side of the building, and ushered her inside. There were a couple of desks, a typewriter, two or three shelves of plastic-bound folders along one wall. He led her to another door leading from this outer office into the warehouse itself.
"There's something I want you to do for me," he smiled reasonably. "I know you'll enjoy it. It's a little strange. Just the kind of thing you'd like."
What the hell did he mean? Mimi felt hervous. Was he setting her up for something kinky? Just because she'd lost her head the other night and practically raped him in his car, that was no reason to assume that she was some kind of wild pervert. She was just a normal healthy teenager, as curious about sex and life as the next one. What could he possibly mean?
She noticed suddenly that, in among the huge crates stacked in the warehouse, a wide blanket had been spread on the floor. Then she noticed something else. From behind the crates, two big burly men had appeared. They were hairy and muscular and not very attractive. They wore soiled jeans and ragged T-shirts. She took them for Logan's employees, warehousemen who had stayed behind for extra duty.
"This is Bud and Manny, Mimi," Logan smiled, as if he were introducing guests at a cocktail party. "They'll be joining you for a little fun. Why don't you take your clothes off? Then we'll get started."
Mimi glanced at him nervously. "Wait a minute. What is this? What do you mean?"
Logan stepped up behind her quickly. Before she knew what was happening, he had unzipped her dress at the back, peeled it off her shoulders, forced it so far down that her big bouncy tits joggled into view. She made an awkward grab for the dress, managed to snag it at her waist. But then she lost her grip on it and it slid quickly to the floor, ending up tangled around her feet.
"Oh great! You're all prepared! Look at this boys! The little slut's all decked out!" Logan was gaping at her white garter belt and sheer white stockings. He beamed with pleasure.
Mimi flushed with embarrassment. She hadn't meant for anyone to see her in this getup, not under circumstances like these, certainly. She'd worn them to school because she liked the feel of them. They made her feel sexy and a bit naughty. She hadn't meant to tease anyone and had no intention of flashing herself for the boys in school or anything. She just liked the feel of the sexy underthings.
But how could she explain away the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties? She couldn't even explain that to herself. She'd left them off at the last minute, just before leaving the house that morning. It had seemed silly, somehow, to wear panties along with such lovely, sexy underwear. And she loved the way her hairy blonde pussy looked framed between the white straps of the garters.
"No panties! The little bitch is wearing no panties!" Manny croaked. His voice was gravelly and deep.
"See, what did I tell you boys?" Logan said. "Didn't I tell you she was the hottest little cunt around? Didn't I say she was a prime slut?"
Mimi flushed a deeper shade of red. He had no right to talk about her this way. She found herself trying to cover her tits and pussy with her hands. It was a pretty hopeless task. She picked up her dress and held it to her, but she made no attempt to put it back on.
The two big men were peeling off their T-shirts, unzipping their jeans, shoving them down to their knees. They tossed their T-shirts away, clambered out of their pants and shorts. Mimi saw two monster cocks swing free between each pair of hairy thighs. They were the biggest, ugliest cocks she had ever seen. Both cocks bounced up and down lewdly as they grew in thickness.
"Hey, Mr. Logan...." she began, her voice fretful. What did he take her for, a whore or something? It appeared he really did want her to fuck with these two ugly guys. At the same time. And what would he do in the meantime?
"Relax, baby. It's just a little friendly fun. You and the two guys, while I watch. There's nothing to get upset about."
"But two guys, Mr. Logan. You want me to make it with two guys at the same time? I don't even know them."
It seemed a pretty silly thing to say, and she flushed all over again as soon as she'd said it. He was right, in a way. What was there to get tense about? It might be fun to try something really wild like this, just For the experience, it wasn't something she'd like to make a habit of, but just this once, surely it would do no harm. Those cocks were so big and heavy. She'd never seen cocks that big before.
"Come on over and join the boys. Don't be shy," Logan encouraged. "They'll show you a good time. Won't you, boys?"
"Fucking right!" Bud sneered. He was jacking his thick cock, priming it gently. He watch-ed Mimi closely.
She stepped in between the two big men, still clutching her dress to her front. "I'm not sure, Mr. Logan. I don't think I should be doing this. Not with two men at the same time. It's not right."
"What's the difference? One cock, two cocks-what the fuck's the difference? Let's get down to it. The-boys are growing impatient.
The boys did seem to be growing restless. They stepped in close to her, trapped her between them. One of them gripped her dress and pulled it from her, flung it to the floor. She felt the two half-hard cocks prodding and poking at her hip, her ass, her belly. As the two men squeezed her between them, she could sense the terrible heat and strength of their big cocks. How ever would she be able to handle them?
"That's better. That's nice," Logan smirk-ed, like a proud uncle praising his favorite niece. "Be friendly to the boys and they'll show you a real good time."
Mimi had reached up to touch Bud's chest. It was matted with coarse black hair. She tilted up her face and let him kiss her. His tongue dug roughly inside her mouth and snaked about. Then he found her tongue and began sucking on it. All the while, his enormous prick was pressing strongly into her flat brown belly. She could feel his long prick reaching up almost to her tits.
"She's little, but she'd got a great fucking body," Manny praised. He was pressing himself against Mimi's back and his cock was lodged tightly between the taut cheeks of her ass. He was humping her gently, and his hands had come up around her to cup her lush young tits.
"Didn't I tell you?" Logan grunted.
He had stepped back and was leaning against one of the big crates. Matter-of-factly, he unzipped his fly and hauled out his halfhard cock. He began to jerk off lazily, watching the action as if he were staring at some porno movie. He already seemed distracted, fascinated, as he surveyed the scene in front of him.
"Great tits. Fucking great tits," Manny grunted. He was squeezing the youngster's tits roughly, tweaking the long nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Mimi felt his cock rising up over the small of her back. She tried to imagine what she must look like to Mr. Logan. She was naked but for her white garter belt and stockings and a pair of white shoes. And she was being pressed tightly between the thick, hairy, muscular bodies of two ugly men. She was caught so tightly that she suspected she could lift her feet off the ground without falling. The two giant cocks had her pinned solidly.
God, what a sight she must be! She must look like a real slut, a whore, a teenaged tramp. How did she ever get herself into these situations? It really was crazy. But what was even wilder was that she was beginning to respond. Her body was giving off little telltale signs of lust. She wasn't sure, but she thought she felt a dampness in her pussy already. God! What was happening to her?
"Go to it, boys. Get her good and hot. She'll love every minute of it, I know," Logan commented absently. His cock had risen to an angry red spike in his hand.
Mimi began to moan softly. She couldn't help herself. There was something about th whole situation that was so lewd, so dirty, s obscene. And she was the centerpiece of it all. She was the center of attraction. She was ninetenths naked with two big horny men, and she was about to fuck with the two of them at the same time, while a third man watched and jerked off. What could be dirtier than that? Just how weird and exciting could her sex life get?
Bud suddenly lifted his mouth off hers. He began kissing her neck, her shoulders, licking her roughly. Then he was sinking lower, licking her tits, the tops, the swollen sides, the undersides. He paused a second and then sank his mouth down on one hopelessly swollen nipple. He sucked hungrily, caught the stiff stub between his teeth, ran his tongue around it. The nipple seemed to telescope even higher off its pink circle of tit-flesh.
Manny gripped her behind her head, twisted her face around. He had let go of her tits now and gripped one hand to her ass. He sank his mouth on hers, swirled his tongue about inside her mouth. His cock swelled thicker between her lush ass cheeks. She gasped helplessly. Her knees buckled. She felt Bud's mouth licking down her belly, digging through her pussy hair. His tongue contacted her cunt at last and began to poke and probe inside. Her legs spread automatically.
"Nice. Very nice," Logan put in appreciatively. He had unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. His shorts were halfway to his knees.
Mimi's tits were free again, and Manny gripped one tit in each palm from behind as he sucked on her mouth. He hefted her tits, squeezed them, poked the nipples with his thumbs. He rolled her tits about on her chest like over-filled wine sacs. Her golden-brown belly rippled and hollowed strangely. She was gasping, panting against his mouth. She was humping her ass back against Manny's cock.
Bud ate her cunt hungrily. He was kneeling on the floor, his head tilted back under her crotch. And he was sucking and gnawing at her cunt flesh, plucking it between his lips. He was forcing his tongue inside her pussy, reaming it around. Oily streams of cunt juice seeped down from inside her pussy and soaked his rough face.
"She loves it, I can tell. The hot little slut just fucking craves it," Logan snorted. He was naked from the waist down now, and was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt.
Mimi whimpered and moaned between the two men, her feelings in a turmoil. This was wrong. Fucking around with two men at the same time had to be wrong. But then why did she feel so good? Why was her body responding this way, driving her crazy? Why were her nipples swelling and her pussy drooling? It just wasn't fair. When it came to wild sex, she was helpless.
"Suck their cocks! Suck both their cocks at once," Logan ordered. His voice had the authority of a boss.
Both men suddenly backed off from her like actors on a movie set. They stood up, stared at her, waiting. Mimi, whimpering softly, her body shaking, sank to her knees.
CHAPTER NINE
The guys' cocks were huge, ugly, bloated things. They dangled down at an angle to the ground, too heavy to stick up straight. Both cocks twitched and throbbed in the air, the veins in their sides swollen and blue. The cockheads were fat and shiny, glistening as if they had been sprayed. Below, the big balls hung in their wrinkled pouches covered with tiny hairs. The balls looked swollen and heavy as stones.
Mimi stared at them and swallowed hervously. She raised her hands, touched her fingers to the undersides of the cocks, lifted them slightly. Each one weighed several pounds, she swore. They were monsters, huge, ugly monster pricks that she didn't want to touch, much less suck. But there was no way out. She had to deal with them as best she could.
"Kiss 'em, baby. Use your pouty little mouth on them," Logan grunted. He was completely naked now, and was priming his cock with even, steady strokes.
"Yeah, suck 'em baby. Open up that little mouth," Bud added. He stepped so close to her that his cockhead poked her cheek.
Still she hesitated, glancing nervously up at them and then over at Logan. Suddenly Manny stepped foward, too his cock in hand, and began rubbing it roughly into her face. He gripped his cock like a weapon and smeared it back and forth across her face. He poked her cheek and her nose, her chin and her forehead. She had to shut her eyes as he smudged his cockhead into her eyelids.
"Don't be shy. A little cock won't hurt you," he hissed. He pressed his purple cockhead against her mouth, smeared it back and forth along her lips.
Bud decided to get in on the action. He was on the other side of Mimi, and now he too began rubbing his great ugly cock into her face. He held her behind her head with his fist, forced her forward. And together he and Manny smeared their cocks every which way on the helpless teenager's face. After a few seconds, both cocks began to ooze clear pre-cum onto her face.
"Great! Do that to her. Great," Logan groaned. His fist slid up and down on his cock.
Mimi clenched her eyes and mouth shut and let them rub their cocks on her. She didn't have much choice. But it occurred to her suddenly that this didn't feel so bad. Their cocks were hot and hard, but they weren't hurting her. It felt kind of sexy, in a wild way. She found herself reaching up again, circling her fingers around the bloated pricks. She began smearing the cocks into her face all by herself.
"That's more like it. Great," Logan grunted. "Rub 'em in your face. Rub those cocks all over your pretty face."
Mimi did her best, gripping the pricks midway up and smearing and smudging her cheeks, her nose and her forehead with the cockheads. She even opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, kissed and licked the cocktips as they bumped over her chin. Her bright red lipgloss was soon daubed messily about her lower face.
"Suck 'em. Use your mouth on them good," Logan instructed from the sidelines. "The boys will appreciate it, I know."
The cocks tilted from side to side as she worked them in her fists. Her lips caressed the slimy cockheads, her tongue licked the undersides. While she kissed one cockhead, she rubbed the other into her face. She alternated between the two cocks, making sure that she treated them fairly. Her eyes halfway opened and she stared up at the two men dreamily.
They were grunting and groaning with satisfaction, half crouched over her while she serviced their cocks. They hissed and whispered at her from time to time, urging her on, calling her dirty names. Their cocks seem-ed to grow even bigger as time passed. The cocks stuck up through her fists like monstrous red bars.
She began working lower on the cocks, sliding her lips down below the cock heads and onto the cockshafts. Her tongue flicked out and curled around each prick in turn. She trac-ed each ugly blue pulsing vein, tickled it with her tongue. Her fists cranked the cockshafts higher, held them up while she licked toward the cock bases.
At last, she had reached the dangling ball sacs. Her head twisted, first under one cock and then under the other. She was licking the balls in turn, scraping her tongue around and around them, chasing them with her full soft lips. Whenever she cornered a sizzling ball, she slipped it into her mouth, bounced it on her tongue, rolled it back and gave it a special suck-job.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," Manny croaked. "Lick them balls. Kiss 'em up good."
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," was all Bud could say. He had piled her blonde hair up on top of her head with his fist and he held it there, making sure they had an unobstructed view of her face.
Logan stepped a little closer to the action, as if he couldn't quite believe how nicely she was getting into things. She was such a sight, all innocence and sweetness, decked out in nothing but a white garter belt and stockings, licking and sucking two hairy sets of balls. Her pretty young face with two huge ugly cocks propped against it was a sight to behold.
She worked on the swollen balls for some seconds more. She snuffled and snorted in the mens' crotches until each set of balls was a glistening, dangling hairy mass, practically steaming. Then, when she seemed satisfied that the balls were sizzling nicely, she gazed up at the two men, her eyes all playful innocence and fun. Mimi was starting to enjoy herself.
"Is it nice? Does it feel good when I suck your balls like that?" she asked. Her soft mouth was wet and glistening.
The men grunted and didn't answer. They simply stared down at her, their eyes glazed. And immediately she began licking their cocks once more, working her way quickly to the cockheads. Her fist tilted one cock toward her mouth, and her eyes rolled up to the men teasingly. And all at once she was stuffing Bud's cock into her face, cramming his prick between her lips.
"Mmmmmmffffff, mmmmmmm," she moaned, forcing her lips as far down as they would go on the guy's swollen prick. She suck-ed in maybe five inches of cock. At least half of the cock shaft seemed to be still locked in her fist. Her head began bouncing up and down. She sucked on the cock hungrily.
Bud groaned deeply. His back arched and his belly rippled. He tried to force more cock meat into her face, but she had taken all she could. Her blonde head drove up and down on his prick, sucking, sucking. She was making wet slopping sounds with her lips. His cockhead was bumping the roof of her mouth, fucking back into her throat.
But then she stepped, backed off, let his aching prick slip wetly from her mouth. She twisted over to Manny's cock, drew it to her mouth, sucked his cock inside before either one of the men had realized what happened. Manny's prick was a bit bigger than Bud's, and she could only take in the top four inches or so. Her head began to bob up and down again.
"Now she's getting into it. Didn't I tell you the little slut was horny?" Logan said, leering. "She loves it. The little cunt can't get enough cock."
It appeared so. Mimi was sucking cock crazily, bobbing her head so fast her face was no more than a blur. And while she sucked one cock, she thrashed the other up and down in her fist, keeping it hot and hard and ready. She moved between the two men, never staying with one for more than a minute or so.
Suddenly, she broke into a weird laugh. She was between cocks, and her face broke into a grin and then a big smile. She laughed wildly and gripped both cocks tightly. Then she rubbed them harshly into her face, smearing her skin with what was now a steady sticky flow of pre-cum juice. Just as suddenly, she stopped laughing, turned to one side, and jammed Manny's cock back into her mouth.
"Fuck her. One of you fuck her," Logan urged, his voice hoarse. He had stopped jacking off for the time being, maybe to let himself cool off. His prick bounced about between his legs like a raised arm.
Bud immediately wrangled himself free of Mimi's grip. She seemed to let him go reluctantly. He raised her a little by the waist, twisted her around. Manny, his cock locked firmly in her mouth, stepped back. She was soon on her hands and knees between the two men, her legs spread wide.
Bud knelt behind her, crawled up to slot his cockhead between her soggy cuntlips. He pressed forward, fucking his cock into her pussy. He began to fuck her from behind, forcing her forward again and again onto Manny's rigid cock. She snorted and gasped, her cheeks swelling and hollowing. She blinked with shock and surprise.
Two cocks! Two cocks inside her at the same time. Mimi's mind reeled. God, what a dirty, lewd situation to get into. And she thought she knew all there was to know about sex. She would never know all there was to know, it seemed. Just when she thought she'd tried everything, she got herself into a situation where something new was thrust on her.
Would the 'surprises never end?
It felt good, though. What did she have to complain about? So she was fucking and sucking two guys at the same time, so she had two thick cocks inside her simultaneously. So what? Who was to say it was wrong or immoral or any of those things? It was time she quit analyzing everything so much. She should just relax and enjoy the fucking.
An especially deep fuck-thrust from Bud snapped her train of thought. He was bucking back and forth wildly behind her, smacking his thighs against hers, fucking his prick deep. But then he was twisting to one side, rolling over onto his side, pulling her with him. She sank over on one thigh, her mouth still full of Manny's cock. She wondered what Bud was up to.
Bud was gripping one of her legs, raising it high in the air. She found she had one foot pointing to the ceiling, like a dancer or an acrobat. And now her tufted cunt was split wide. Her cunt was a gaping hairy gash that Bud could fuck his cock in and out of all the more easily. Manny's cock twisted to one side in her mouth, bulging out one cheek lewdly.
"Great. Fucking great," Logan murmured. He was jerking off again, priming his cock violently.
Mimi was uncomfortable in this new position and she was about to release Manny's cock from her mouth to complain. But Bud was rolling her even farther all of a sudden. He was flipping her over onto her back while poor Manny's cock corkscrewed around in her mouth. She found her legs wrapping themselves around Bud's ass, and he was on top of her, pinning her to the floor with deep fuck-lunges of his cock.
Manny was kneeling by her head, his prick fucking down into her mouth at an angle. She could suck in only the cockhead and about two inches of cock shaft now, and Manny humped his body to one side, feeding her as much cock as he could. He didn't complain. She held the lower shaft of his cock in her fist and jerked on it, keeping his prick hot and hard as ever.
This went on for some time, the two men fucking her steadily, evenly. Then there was a mumbled discussion, a few curses, and they changed places, Bud moving up to slip his cunt-slimed cock into her mouth, Manny crawling between her legs to cram his spitcoated cock up her cunt. She accepted the change without question, barely saying a word. She was beyond arguing. From now on, when it came to sex, she would accept whatever men chose to do to her.
Logan seemed restless. He had to stop jerking off more arid more frequently now, as if he were on the verge of spurting his cum-load. He knelt just to one side of the tangled group, bending and dipping to catch a view of the action from a new angle every few seconds. His cock swayed and bounced in his crotch, a huge angry red bar of cock meat.
"Two cocks inside her at the same time. She's crammed with cock, the little slut," he mumbled. Sweat was pouring down his chest and shoulders.
Mimi was in a daze. The cocks fucked and throbbed inside her, slicing in and out, fucking her every which way. She could barely remember where she was, or how she'd gotten here. She was numb with lust and pleasure, her cuntlips quivering. She didn't want this to stop. She didn't want it ever to stop. She wanted to fuck forever, to suck cock forever.
"You boys ready to sandwich her? You ready?" Logan grunted. "She'll take it now, I guarantee. Just look at her. The little bitch will take anything now."
Mimi was barely listening. She didn't know what he was talking about, anyway. She felt the cocks withdrawn from her suddenly. She felt herself being manhandled. Then someone was holding her above Manny. He was flat on his back on the floor and she was squatting over him, her legs spread wide. She was being lowered, slowly, onto his upthrust cock.
Behind her, Bud's hard-on poked at her ass, and her mind suddenly cleared. It hit her like a blow between the eyes what they were going to do to her. She began to whimper softly.
CHAPTER TEN
"No! You can't! It won't work!" she protested. "Mr. Logan, tell them! Their cocks are too big!"
"Sure, it'll work. You're a natural for this, believe me. You've got the perfect build for it. Sit on Manny's cock. It'll feel good, I guarantee."
Mimi's legs were scissored, and already Manny's cock was prying between the lips of her gaping, soggy cunt. Bud, who was holding her around her waist, let her go, and with her full weight she sank deeply onto the stiff cock below. Manny held his prick upright, fucking it into her cunt expertly. In a flash, his prick was buried inside her pussy to the hilt.
"Oh, no!" she wailed, glancing nervously behind her.
Already, Bud was leaning low over her, pressing her down on top of Manny. Her big tits dangled heavily then settled and mashed down on Manny's chest. She felt Bud's hard cock poking against her ass.
"Relax, baby. You're gonna love this," Bud soothed, planting his cockhead between her ass cheeks. "I knew a chick who could never be with just one guy, after she tried this. She always had to have two cocks. She craved it."
Mimi felt the hard cockhead against her asshole, then the added pressure behind it. She was forced down onto Manny, her tits flattening on his hairy chest. She felt her asshole widening in spite of herself. Her cunt was bloated, clogged with one cock. But she knew that in a matter of seconds, her ass would be clogged with cock, too. She tried to accept the idea, tried to believe it. But it wasn't easy. It wasn't easy at all.
"It'll go, baby. Just relax," Bud hissed. And even as he spoke, his cockhead pried wide the ring of her asshole, began to force its way inside. His cock soon began fucking up her ass.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Logan growled, his face flushed with excitement.
He was crouched down in back of Bud, glaring eagerly between his naked legs. He could see the curving stony column of Manny's cock fucking up her cunt, the balls below. Now he watched as Bud's cock fucked into her ass inch by inch. He watched the second set of balls sink down toward the first. He wasn't jerking off now, but his cock remained rock hard.
Half of Bud's cock was suddenly up her ass. He pressed on. Another two inches of prick fucked inside. The ring of her asshole was stretched tautly around the bulk of his prick. Logan watched, fascinated. Another inch of cockmeat vanished. And another. Soon there was no more cock to be seen, and Bud's heavy ball sac settled down onto Manny's. Then he began to fuck her ass viciously.
"Fuck her deep! Cram that cock all the way up her ass!" Logan wailed. He watched Bud's cock withdraw halfway, pause, then fuck right back to the hilt in her asshole. From below, Manny was fucking his cock up into the hairy gash of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" Mimi moaned.
Two cocks in her at the same time, one up her cunt and one up her ass. She couldn't believe it. She felt bloated, clogged with cock meat. Her body trembled crazily.
Her legs were split wide. From below, Manny's cock fucked into her cunt. Then, from above and behind, Bud's prick fucked down into her asshole. It was crazy, Mimi thought. It was impossible. And yet it was happening. She was being split in half by two massive cocks at the same time. What if her parents could see her now? What would they think? What would they say?
For several long minutes, the two burly men fucked her, fucking their cocks deep, plunging them into her in perfect sequence. Logan cheered them on, crawling about on the floor behind Bud and whooping and yelping with excitement. Then at one point he moved around in front of her, bent down, gazed into her face. He studied her, fascinated.
"That feel good, bitch? It feel good to have two thick cocks inside you at the same time? Tell me what it's like. Talk about it."
Mimi's eyes were nearly closed and her head rolled drunkenly. "It feels ... strange ... so strange," she groaned. It was all she could say. She felt more numb than anything.
"Then maybe you'd like something stranger.
How about a third cock? How about a third hot cock in that sweet little cock-teasing mouth of yours? What do you way?"
Mimi opened her mouth to protest, but Logan was rising up in front of her, forcing his giant cock forward. His wet cock head touch-ed her lips, bumped her chin. And suddenly she had a mouthful of cock. His cockhead bumped the roof of her mouth and fucked into her throat. Her lips closed automatically around his huge cocklance.
"Feel good?" Logan asked. "Feel good to have three cocks inside you? All your fuck holes plugged?"
Mimi very nearly swooned. The fuck-thrusts from the other two cocks were jolting her forward, forcing her mouth onto Logan's thick prick. And without even trying she was sucking him off, driving her mouth up and down on his cock. Her tongue scraped along the cock's underside. Her nose sank again and again into his wiry crotch hair.
"Mmmfffmmmfff!" she protested. This was beyond her wildest dreams. It was incredible. Three cocks inside her at the same time! Damn near a yard of hot prick fucking and plunging in her body. What was happening to her? How would she survive all this? What about when they all came? What would happen then?
"Suck it good. That's it," Logan was grunting. "Eat that cock. Suck every fucking last inch of it, cocksucker!"
Mimi's cheeks bulged. Her eyes were popping, her nostrils flared. Again and again, the cocks fucked up her ass and up her cunt. And now Logan's prick was fucking into her throat. She had lost all control of her body. It was being jerked and tugged every which way. The three cocks throbbed and pounded inside her. She felt herself fainting away.
How long this went on she had no idea. When she thought about it later, she figured it had to be a long long time. It occurred to her that she had probably had three cocks fucking in and out of her for at least ten minutes. But she couldn't be sure. She drifted in a daze for much of the time. She thought she maybe lost consciousness altogether for a short period.
The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on the blanket. Logan was fucking her, lying between her legs and pounding away while Bud and Manny jerked off on either side of her face. Her fingers were wrapped around both their cocks, locked beneath the pumping fists of the two men. The cocks were inches from her mouth. She could kiss the cock heads, and she did so from time to time.
Then Logan was pulling his prick out of her pussy. He was climbing up her body, straddling her, sitting on her rib cage while he lock-ed his cock between her tits. He began to fuck her cleavage, cramming her tits together and fucking back and forth between them. He was gazing down into her face with a wild, mad look in his eyes. He was grunting crazily.
"In her face, boys. Cum in her cock-sucking face," he croaked. "I want so much cum in her face we can't recognize the little bitch. I want her choked with jizz, blinded with it. I want the fucking slut drowning in cum."
Mimi stared into his face, wondering if she'd heard right. Then she glanced at his cockhead anxiously, and at the two cocks that were pulsing so close to her mouth. It appeared he meant what he said. All three men were going to cum in her face. But why? What would that prove? It was yet another example of how kinky men were. She couldn't figure them out.
"You had your tits fucked before, slut?" Logan breathed. "Ever had a guy fuck your tits till he cums all over your face?"
And why did he keep calling her dirty names? Did it make him more excited or what? Men were just impossible to figure out. Logan was just too bizarre. First he wanted to watch and jerk off while she fucked with two men at the same time. Now he wanted all three of them to cum in her face. What a pervert. The guy was nuts.
Suddenly he stopped grunting and lifted his cock out of her cleavage with his hand. He nudged it closer to her face, aimed it at her, and began to jerk off vigorously. His cockhead, snapping furiously, was just inches from her mouth, along with the other two cocks. The three cocks jerked and twitched before her pretty face.
A huge jet of cum spat from Logan's cock and hit her in the mouth. As prepared as she was, it still caught her off guard. Her mouth was halfway open, and as much cum spilled down her face as jetted inside. A monster glob of white jism clung to her front teeth and two thick streams of silver cum slithered down her cheek, along her jawline, and over her neck. She coughed and gagged in an attempt to swallow, and more jizz poured from her lips.
"Eat it, bitch! Suck spunk!" Logan wheezed.
But he was already tilting his cock up, away from her mouth. A streamer of cum bounced up her cheek, over her eye, across her forehead and into her hair. Logan watched dreamily while the thick strand of spunk hung in her blonde hair a moment, then began to tumble and fall from strand to strand, slowly, toward her ear. She had shut one eye and the jizz made her eye-shadow turn a deeper shade of blue.
"Fuck, look at that," Manny grunted, staring at the white stripe up Mimi's face and at the cock cream oozing from her mouth. "What a fucking sight!"
Logan had planted his cockhead just to one side of her mouth, and now a long ribbon of jizz spurted up the side of her nose. His cum rose like a fountain up her face, spurting across the bridge of her nose, right between her eyes. It crossed her forehead at dead center, like a strip of white paint. Then the cum-jet ended up draped in her hair like a weird decoration.
"Told the bitch I'd cum in her face. Told her," Logan wheezed.
His fist pumped his cock steadily, and his next jizz-jet sprang at an angle across her unsoiled eyes, curling around inside the socket and veering off in a long glimmering string just below her eyebrow. It crossed her temple and draped itself wetly behind her ear.
He mashed his prickhead hard into her cheek, and his next jet splashed off in several different directions, like spokes from the hub of a wheel. Three or four strings of white cum ended up streaking her cheek, toward her eye, her jaw, her nose, her mouth. The spunk drooled and spread messily. Cum poured down her face in great greasy globs.
Bud suddenly stopped jerking off and rested his cockhead on Mimi's forehead. A huge glob of white cum oozed from the cocktip and he began moving his cock across her eyebrow, down into her eye socket, along her nose. As he went, his cock trailed a never-ending stream of cum, like a ribbon unraveling. Trails of cum lay thick and heavy on her face.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck," was all he could say. When he reached her mouth, he draped the thick white cum-rope across her lips and her tongue came out to lap it up.
Logan spurted cum one more time, firing a hot jet of silver spunk between her gasping lips. Then he rested his cock between her tits and let the dregs ooze into the hollow of her neck. He watched as Bud decorated her face with the weird, never-ending rope of creamy cum. And he waited for Manny to join in the fun.
Mimi kept her eyes closed and let them do as they liked with her. Her mouth stayed open. She sucked in what cum she could and gulped it down. As she did so, she smacked her lips, savoring the taste of the cum. She could feel the thick ribbons of spunk squirming on her face, like live creatures. She could feel warm cum oozing everywhere.
"Eat that jizz, cunt. Eat it," Logan grunted. His eyes were locked on her face. He was almost sneering.
Bud looped the fat trail of jizz under her nose, coiled it up her cheek and under one eye. His cock poured out the cum in a steady flow.
Manny was grunting crazily, and his fist was jerking his cock as if he wanted to pull it out by the roots. A giant streamer of spunk shot across her face diagonally, bouncing off her nose and hitting her in the eye. Manny damn near yelled out as he let his cum-load fly. His face was red and straining.
"In her face! In her cock-sucking face!" Logan wailed.
Manny tilted his prick down, aimed it at her mouth. And three hot cum-jets in succession spurted between her drooling, gasping lips. Her mouth was full to overflowing in an instant, the great silver globs of cum pouring down her chin. She closed her mouth, tried to swallow quickly. Three more fast cum-jets smashed her in the face. They hit her lips and dashed off in several directions, criss-crossing the dozens of silver squiggles of cum already draped there.
Then her mouth was open again, strings of jelly-like cum dangling from her teeth and top lip. She gamely tried to accept more spunk, but her mouth was too full. Manny hit her with one more spurt of jism between her lips, but the cum had nowhere to go and simply oozed back over her chin. She was gagging on cum. It clogged her mouth and joined her lips in a silver oval.
Manny couldn't stop spurting cum. He tilted his cock this way and that, aimlessly splattering her face with hot ropes of white jism. He hit her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, covering the few unsplattered spots with cock cream. Several cum-jets spun wildly into her hair.
And then even he was finished. Bud had ended his cum-rope at her ear, and he rested his cock by the side of her cheek, poking her gently. Manny now propped his cock up along her other cheek and let it drool the last of his cum onto her flooded eye. He moved his cock slightly from time to time, smearing the heavy cum about on her glistening face.
"Rub it into her face. Rub your cocks all over her cock-teasing face," Logan groaned. And he brought his own cock to her chin. He started smudging cum back and forth below her mouth, wiping his cock in all the heavy goo that still spilled from between her lips.
Bud and Manny did as they were told. As their cocks grew softer they dragged them about on her cum-slimed cheeks, daubed her face with the thick layers of cum. They grunted and groaned, swore under their breath. They sounded very tired and complete-ly drained. They stared down at Mimi with a kind of exhausted interest, as if they couldn't quite believe what they were seeing.
Poor Mimi was unrecognizable. Her face was completely splattered with milky spunk. Layer after layer of jizz coated her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. Globs of cum stuck to her eyelashes. Lines of jizz wriggled everywhere, like toothpaste oozed from a tube. She was a mess. A disgusting, cum-soaked mess.
And yet her mouth was still opening and closing. She was gasping and gulping, trying gamely to suck down all the cum that was clogging her throat. She couldn't do it. And at last her tongue forced up all the squirming spunk till it flowed in a warm glacier from her lips. Cum poured down her chin and along her jaw. It streamed down her neck.
She breathed a little easier, knowing the three men had finished cumming on her. But she still felt very, very strange. Her throat was clogged with cum, one nostrils was blocked with cock snot, and her face felt as though it were set under a heavy mud-pack. She had a notion that she would never be the same, after what had happened to her today. She would be a different person, somehow.
She'd fucked with three men at the same time, after all. She'd had a cock fucked up every hole she possessed. And then to have it all topped off with the three of them spurting their cum-loads in her face! Well, it was all more than she'd bargained for, wasn't it?
Mimi wondered if she'd lose all interest in men after this. Or would she just react the way she had once before, and date only guys her own age for a while? It hadn't really made much difference, had it? Young men, older men, they were all alike.
She could never give men up, she realized that. No matter how weird things got. So there was only one choice, wasn't there?
She reached for the cum-coated cocks on either side of her face.