The Babysitter Balls Best
by Steve Golden


FOREWORD 

There is something about adolescence that encourages young people to try the 
unknown, the forbidden. The illicit, the taboo, seem more attractive and 
exciting somehow. Maybe this is because most young people feel their rights 
have been infringed upon for long enough, and now is the time for them, to 
"do their own thing" or perhaps it is strictly a biological phenomenon. 

This is the story of a young girl who dares to try the unknown. Nancy is a 
teenaged girl trying to find herself, trying to find out what makes her 
budding body tick, trying to find out what life is really about. Like many 
young people, she often learns things the hard way. 

THE BABYSITTER BALLS BEST is a story about a time that everyone must face, 
the fragile moment between childhood and maturity. It is a frightening and 
confusing time, but one which holds lessons which will remain for a 
lifetime. 

-The Publisher 


Chapter One 

Nancy was alone with Mr. Mason in the darkened garage when she decided to 
make her move. He was about to drive her home after her six-hour babysitting 
job and she knew if she didn't act now she never would. All evening she'd 
been gathering up her nerve, not paying her school books the slightest 
attention. It was now or never. She took a deep breath and turned to face 
him as he held open the car door for her. 

"Mr. Mason, I . . . have something to tell you ..." she began, her voice 
shaky. 

Her eyes dropped suddenly out of shyness. She couldn't look into his 
handsome face. She hesitated. What could she say next? 

How could she tell him he had a terrible crush on him? It would sound so 
childish, coming from her. She was nothing but a shy young schoolgirl and he 
was a successful man of the business world. He flew off all over the country 
on business trips. He was so mature, so cool, so handsome. 

"Well, Nancy, what is it? Didn't I pay you enough? Have babysitting rates 
gone up again so soon?" He smiled at her gently, still holding the car door 
open. 

"Mr. Mason ... I don't know how to say it ... I feel so silly ..." she 
murmured. 

She really did feel like a silly little girl. She blushed deeply, and she 
was glad the garage was in half darkness. 

It occurred to her suddenly that she could never come right out and tell him 
how much she admired him. She would never be able to find the words. All she 
could do was show him, let him know by some action that she would do 
anything for him. A naughty thought that she'd been trying to ignore all 
evening popped back into her head. She reached up quickly and began undoing 
the buttons on her crisp white blouse. 

"Mr. Mason, I enjoy babysitting for you and your wife so much," she mumbled. 
"I look forward to it so much I can't tell you. I'm so grateful for your 
asking me." 

She had the blouse open all the way now and she tugged it loose from her 
skirt, peeled both halves of it back off her chest. Her bulging tits, packed 
tight into a lacy white bra, were suddenly in full view. They seemed to 
heave and strain against the flimsy harness, as if longing to burst free. 
The upper swells of the tits wobbled like Jello. 

"I want to show you how grateful I am. I really do," she went on. 

And her fingers were fumbling with the bra clasp at the base of her 
cleavage. She unhooked the harness quickly and the pretty lace cups of her 
bra separated, fell apart. Her glorious young tits tumbled into view. 

It all happened so fast. In a split second, it seemed to him. He stood 
rooted to the concrete floor of the garage, his eyes glued to the 
magnificent young tits. He didn't say anything. He just stared. He still had 
one hand hooked over the top of the car door and he held it open as if he 
was frozen to the spot. A tiny nerve twitched in his cheek. 

They were the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. They were perfect, 
flawless. And they were so full and mature and seemingly out of place on her 
slender young girl's body. Her waist seemed so tiny he could circle it with 
his hands. The navel in the center of her flat brown belly looked so small. 

"Are they pretty? Do you like them?" she murmured in her little girl's 
voice. 

She held the bra cups off to one side so that he had a clear view of her 
tits. She was watching him shyly, anxious for approval. 

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, still without moving. 

Up until a few seconds ago, she'd been nothing but a skinny little 
neighborhood teenager to him. A pretty teenager, to be sure, with her frizzy 
bright blonde hair and her big innocent blue eyes, but nothing more. She was 
someone his wife phoned up to baby-sit whenever they went out on the town. 
That was it. He paid her, drove her home. He never thought about her. 

Now everything had changed. It was as if he was looking at her for the very 
first time. She might have the face of a little girl, she might be shy and 
innocent and inexperienced. But she had the body of a ripe young woman. She 
had the tits to prove it. He felt a solid stirring in his crotch as he gazed 
at her. 

"Do you like them? You can touch them if you like. Would you like to?" she 
went on. 

Nancy stood there quite passively two or three feet from him, her blouse 
open and her gorgeous young tits heaving. In the half-light cast across them 
her stubby nipples threw shadows over the pale lower swells of the tits. 

"Jesus Christ, how old are you?" he croaked. "No, don't tell me. Jesus 
Christ ..." 

He stared into her face for a moment, studied her pretty little turned-up 
nose and her full, pouty little mouth. Her eyes were wide open and very 
innocent and blue. They gazed right back at him from between pretty blonde 
squiggles of hair that had fluffed forward around her face. He tried to 
match the face with the tits and just couldn't do it. 

"Would you like to kiss them?" she whispered. "I'll let you if you want to. 
You can suck them if you want." 

He heard himself groan out loud, and there was a tremendous twinge in his 
cock as it began to erect in his shorts. He felt himself grow a little weak 
in the knees and he clutched the car door more tightly. He should step 
forward and pull her blouse back over her chest, he realized. He should 
cover her up, scold her, maybe even take her over his knee and spank her. 
But he couldn't move. 

She was watching him with her big blue eyes, trying to figure out what he 
was thinking. She could see the admiration in his face and she flushed 
prettily. Still, she wasn't quite sure what to do next. She stood there 
naked from the waist up and waited for him to say or do "I have a son older 
than you," he mumbled at last. "He's in college. Jesus Christ!" 

Nancy knew this already. She knew quite a bit about Mr. Mason, in fact. She 
knew that his first marriage had ended in divorce and that he had this son 
named Roger who was away at school. His current wife, who he hadn't married 
till ten or twelve years after his divorce, was a brunette well into her 
thirties. Their only child was now about three. The way Nancy saw it, Mr. 
Mason wasn't happy with her and needed someone younger, much younger. 

"I think you'd better put those lovely things away," he said. "Save them for 
someone who isn't old enough to be your father. Though naturally I'm very 
flattered ..." 

His eyes fell again to the glorious young tits and he noticed how the dark 
nipples seemed to be growing longer. They sat on top of two puffy, perfectly 
proportioned circles of pink flesh. And these in turn sat on the lush pale 
mounds of tit flesh.. There were distinct lines where her golden tan ended 
and the paler skin that had been covered began. 

He had moved at last, reaching out one arm to turn her, guide her down into 
the car where she could dress herself. But she moved at the same time, and 
suddenly his extended palm was cupped over the lush mound of one luscious 
tit. The tit fitted into his hand perfectly. The flesh was springy and firm 
and smooth, he noticed. Only her rock-hard nipple scraped roughly against 
his skin. 

"Mr. Mason, I love you. I really do. Oh God!" she sighed, heaving her tit 
into his palm. "I'll let you do anything you want to me. 

There, she'd said it. She'd admitted it. She felt a warm flush of pride 
suddenly at having confessed. All at once she felt more grown-up, more 
adult. And she had her naked tit in his hand and he wasn't shrinking away. 
He was squeezing her in fact. His fingers were flexing against her tit 
flesh, massaging the jug gently. Sparks of pleasure shot up through her 
chest. 

"Nancy, you're so young ..." he began. 

But he didn't take his hand off her tit. He squeezed the perfect tit again 
and felt her hard nipple telescoping against his palm. 

She was turning more fully toward him, reaching for his other hand. And 
suddenly both tits were in his grasp and he was mauling the lush flesh 
hungrily. He tweaked both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and 
watched them swell up till they were nearly an inch long on their perfect 
circles of pink skin. 

He groaned again, loudly, and is hands rolled her tits around and around on 
her chest, testing their firmness and springiness. He felt his cock begin to 
coil and tremble in his shorts. It was growing thick and uncomfortable and 
he longed to set it free and let it spring into the open. But it would be 
madness. Upstairs and a few rooms away, his wife would be getting ready for 
bed. 

"Oh Mr. Mason . . . please play with them . . . please play with my titties 
..." she moaned, leaning forward slightly and forcing her tits into his 
squeezing paws. 

"This is crazy ... I must be out of my mind . . . "he muttered. 

But he didn't stop squeezing her. He had stepped closer, and he could smell 
the fresh sweetness of her bright blonde hair. Her huge blue eyes stared 
into his with such love and devotion. 

"Do you like them? Do you think I have pretty titties?" she purred, her 
heavy breathing making her tits rise and fall in his hands. 

"Sweet Christ, they're perfect. You have the most perfect set of tits I've 
ever seen on a girl or woman. They're mouth-watering." His voice was a hiss 
in the half-dark garage. Around and around his hands rolled on her swelling 
titties. 

"You can kiss them if you like. You can suck them," she cooed prettily. 
"I'll let you do anything. Anything you like." 

If only, he thought. If only I had all night and a huge bed somewhere, with 
this gorgeous young hunk of ass spread out for me like some full-grown 
Barbie Doll. His cock coiled again at the thought, and he felt it trying to 
angle off down his thigh. He thought he felt a pearl of pre-cum fluid ooze 
out the prick-tip and soil his shorts. 

He dipped his head quickly, taking her at her word. He cupped her tit around 
its lower swell and held it up. He flicked the hard nipple once with his 
tongue and then sank his mouth over the swollen cock-stalk. He began to suck 
it harshly, as if trying to draw milk up from it. The horny stub was hot and 
hard as a rock against his tongue. It was swollen up high off its ring of 
perfect pink flesh. 

"Oh yes! Oh God, yes!" she moaned. "Suck them! Suck my titties! Lick my 
nipples!" 

He no longer needed' any encouragement. His lips widened, and he sucked in 
the entire tip of her tit, her nipple, its surrounding circle of flesh and 
much more. His mouth made loud sucking sounds that seemed to echo and squeak 
around the dark garage. She was whimpering, her moans and groans childish 
and out of place. She sounded as though she was about to burst into tears. 

"Suck them! Suck them like that! Oh yes!" Nancy panted. 

And she leaned over backwards, offered her tits up to him generously. Her 
lacy bra and white blouse hung uselessly from her shoulders. They covered 
nothing. 

"What a set . . . what a fucking perfect set of tits ..." he mumbled, 
spitting her one swollen nipple out and licking and slurping his way across 
to her other one. 

He drew in mouthfuls of tit-flesh as he slid down one slope into her 
cleavage and then moved up the globe of the other. He left her tits wet and 
glistening. 

Her head rolled back and she was full of the sparkling pleasure rippling 
through her tits. But then she was vaguely aware of other sounds besides the 
sucking of his mouth. There was a clank, and then a light zipping sound, and 
she realized suddenly that he had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. 
He didn't stop sucking her tits or squeezing her with one hand, but with the 
other he was opening up his pants. 

Nancy's mind reeled and for a second she was aware of the amazing power she 
was dealing with. This wasn't a little girl game she was playing. This was a 
one-hundred percent adult. She had gotten a grown man excited, promised him 
he could do anything to her. Her heart pounded with excitement. 

"Oh God! Oh yes!" she groaned as his mouth sank down over her other nipple. 

He caught the rock-hard stub between his lips and tugged it up off its puffy 
pink circle. He licked it, kissed it, teased it till she swore it was 
steaming in the dark. Her tits were blazing. 

She rolled her head forward and tried to look down between his legs. In the 
shadows she could see his pants tangled around his knees and his shorts 
stretched out like a rope between his thighs. For a second she could see 
nothing else. Then a great dark shape loomed out from his crotch and swung 
heavily in the air. And she knew she was looking at his cock. 

She suddenly felt weak in the knees, and she might have sagged heavily 
against him if he hadn't chosen that moment to lift his mouth off her tit 
and grab a hold of her. He was turning her to one side, lowering her into 
the open door of the car. He settled her onto the front seat but held her 
upright. She sat in the open door in a daze, staring at the great swaying 
shadow between his legs. 

"Sit there and don't move," he grunted. "Stick your tits out toward me. Let 
me see them real good." 

He remained standing in front of her, and she was aware that he'd taken the 
thick log of his cock in his hand. He was priming it slowly, drawing more 
life into it, making it stiffer. Then he was bending down toward her, 
holding his cock out in front of him like a weapon. She could see it more 
clearly now, and it took her breath away. 

His cock was about eight inches long, and each time he pulled his hand back 
a fold of skin peeled down and the big purple cock-head poked out. He jerked 
off with strong, steady strokes, holding his prick out toward her. She 
stared at it with her eyes wide. It fascinated her. She had a sudden urge to 
reach out and touch it, but she was too shy. What would it feel like? It was 
so long and hard. 

He stopped jerking off suddenly and bent closer to her. She had her tits 
shoved out toward him and to her amazement he touched his cock-head to one 
stiff nipple. A spark went off inside her. Then he was steering his cock 
around the underside of her tit, poking the head into the pale flesh 
underneath. Her springy tit was dented as he poked his prick into it. 

"Mr. Mason . . . ohhhhh ..." Nancy purred, not knowing what to say. 

It was such a weird sensation, having him rub his cock about on her tit. It 
was like he was prodding her with a hot and hard steel bar. 

"Such tits . . . I've never seen such fucking tits ..." he growled. 

He moved over to her other tit, steered his prick around and around on it 
before pressing his cock-head onto her stiff nipple. A pearl of pre-cum 
juice oozed out his piss-slit and attached itself to the stiff stub. 

Then he was shoving his hips forward even more, slotting his hard-on into 
her cleavage. He grabbed each tit in his hands, forced them together, 
locking his prick in between. He began to move back and forth, fucking her 
tits with his cock. She kept her back stiff, let him do as he liked. 

It was so strange, Nancy thought. It was the weirdest feeling in the world. 
She wasn't sure what she expected when she made her shy pass at Mr. Mason, 
but it sure wasn't this. Maybe she expected him to throw her across the car 
seat, climb on top of her and fuck her. She wasn't sure. She really hadn't 
given it much thought. But having him fuck her tits and rub his cock all 
over them, well, she hadn't expected that. 

He was growing more and more excited, ramming his cock up and down between 
her tits like a crazy man. His body was arched weirdly, half in and half out 
of the car. She sat there patiently, accepting his fuck-thrusts. She didn't 
know what else to do. His prick seemed to be growing thicker in her 
cleavage. It seemed to be growing longer too. He crammed her tits together 
roughly and fucked and fucked and fucked. 

Then there was a deep groan in his chest somewhere and he pulled back, let 
go her tits. His cock sprang free like a striking snake and he grabbed hold 
of it, tugged on it wildly, aimed it down at her greasy, heaving young tits. 
She stared at his pumping fist dazedly, trying to figure out what was 
happening. His big purple cock-head kept winking and snapping at her, and 
she couldn't take her eyes off it. 

"Mr. Mason . . . what are you going to do?" she moaned. 

Her flat brown belly rippled as she breathed in and out. Her gorgeous young 
tits glowed pale and white in the half-light. He didn't answer her and she 
didn't really expect him to. He simply groaned and hissed and jerked off 
steadily. 

His fist was a blur on his cock, but suddenly he stopped and seemed to 
squeeze the prick extra tight. His cock was jutting out into a patch of 
light at the time and Nancy had a perfect view of the ugly purple head. As 
she watched, a monstrous string of white fluid spurted out and dashed itself 
over her left tit. She gasped out loud and her eyes widened in panic. 

It was his cum shooting out at her, she realized dazedly, his sizzling hot 
jizz. And it felt like boiling milk against her skin. She bent her head and 
watched as the thick twine of silver began to pour down her chest. It 
divided into two streams that flowed around each side of her tit. One stream 
dribbled down the outside of her tit like wax. The other poured over her rib 
cage and down her belly toward her navel. She watched the silver cream, 
fascinated. 

But then she felt another sizzling pellet of cream smack against her other 
tit. He was aiming lower this time, and the blast smashed just above her 
right nipple. From here it drooled in every direction down her pretty tit. 
Her nipple jutted up like a rock in a stream. Three or four trickles of 
sperm poured down the underside of her tit like icing down a cake. 

"Mr. Mason! My goodness! What?" Nancy began, her eyes rolling back to his 
cock. 

He was jerking off hard again, tilting his prick this way and that, 
deliberately trying to drench every inch of her pretty young tits. A jolt of 
cum shot up into the hollow of her neck and began drooling down between her 
tits in a thick stream. In the weird half-light that fell across her tits 
the jizz looked like spilled mercury. 

"Mr. Mason . . . you're shooting your stuff . . . your jizz all over me!" 
she pouted, her eyes huge and blue and innocent. She sounded like a spoiled 
little girl. 

"Fucking right, you hot little slut! Fucking right!" he growled, jerking off 
furiously, waving his cock about every which way. 

Nancy was shocked at his language. "You want to spurt all over my titties? 
Why? What for?" she gasped. 

"Just . . . just shove 'em out like that! Oh fuck, they're gorgeous! I've 
never seen such perfect tits on a chick so young!" 

Nancy stared at his cock and then at her stiff-nipples tits. And she 
wondered what it was about her that made a man want to do such-a strange and 
dirty thing to her. But there wasn't much time for thinking. She was too 
busy watching the hot jets of jizz pour out. It seemed to her that his wild 
climax was never going to end. He was drowning her! 

Another jet of spunk sprang free, this one bouncing up from her left nipple 
diagonally across her tit, not stopping till it had splashed as far as her 
shoulder. Her nipple was suddenly completely soiled. It jutted up weirdly, 
as if it had been dipped in thick syrup. It gleamed strangely in the 
half-light that fell across her. 

Yet another steaming cum-jet shot at her from an angle, draping itself 
across the tops of both tits like some glistening decoration. It hung there 
for a second like a silver rope, and then split into half a dozen pearly 
strings that dripped and drooled over the golden mounds of her tits. The cum 
that didn't roll over her tits drained down into the hollow of her cleavage. 
The spunk was thick and moved slowly. 

"Mr. Mason . . . ohhh Mr. Mason!" she pouted. She still sounded like a 
spoiled child. 

"Fucking great tits! Fucking great tits!" he grunted. 

His prick spurted one last jet that caught her right nipple and slithered 
off down the underside of her soiled tit. Then he was simply drooling, great 
long strands of slime stretching and snapping from his cock-head. He jerked 
off very slowly now, and leaned further over her so that each drooling drop 
would land on her chest. He was milking out the dregs of cum from his balls. 

"Mr. Mason . . . Mr. Mason ..." she repeated over and over, her voice quiet 
with shock and amazement. She was staring down at herself, examining her 
soiled body as if she'd been involved in some messy accident. 

Her tits were covered in jizz. They were streaked, soiled, drenched with 
ropes and gobs and strings of spunk. They looked as though someone had been 
splashing white paint over them. Thick ribbons of cum lay splattered 
everywhere, hanging off her nipples like syrup, drooling down the undersides 
of her tits like wax. She was glistening with the stuff. 

And it wasn't just her tits. The cum had drooled down, over her rib cage and 
belly. Streaks of silver goo drained off on either side of her stomach. Even 
her navel was full with a sticky pool of jizz. Trails of white slithered 
down as far as the top of her skirt, where they disappeared mysteriously. 

"Fucking great tits! Fucking great Mr. Mason groaned. His cock dripped 
another glob of cum across her nipple. 

Chapter Two 

Days later Nancy had still not gotten over what had happened between her and 
Mr. Mason. She walked around in a weird state of shock and amazement. It was 
hard to concentrate at school, and around home she was like a zombie. Her 
mother had to speak two and three times to her to get her to do anything. 
She felt as if she was drunk or something, hungover from the strange 
fuck-session in the garage. 

She'd bared her tits for Mr. Mason without thinking twice. It was a kind of 
panic reaction when she found she couldn't express herself in words. She'd 
offered her tits to him, told him he could touch them, suck them. It was 
only natural that he should get excited. What else did she expect? 

Well, she didn't expect him to jerk off all over her, that was for sure. She 
hadn't really thought it out, but she probably expected him to drive her 
somewhere romantic, somewhere with moonlight and water. A quiet motel would 
have been nice, with a big bed and clean sheets. But she would have let him 
climb on top of her in the car somewhere. Fucking anywhere would have been 
nice. 

But what they'd done wasn't fucking, was it? He'd jerked off on her, it was 
that simple. And in his garage, too. It was weird and a bit kinky. What was 
a grown man thinking about, doing stuff like that? It was more like 
something one of the silly immature boys in her class would do. And he was a 
middle-aged businessman who traveled to big cities all over the country. It 
was hard to understand. 

She tried to figure out if her feelings for him had changed. She didn't 
think so. She still loved him, didn't she? And if you loved a man you should 
be willing to let him do anything to you, surely, even if it was a bit hard 
to understand. Even if he called you a hot little slut and spurted his sperm 
all over your tits. 

It was all very confusing, and she would have liked to talk to him about it. 
But a whole week went by and he didn't call her. In a way she wasn't 
surprised. After he finished jerking off all over her he simply zipped up, 
told her to clean herself up, and drove her home. He hadn't said another 
word to her. There was no reason to think he'd call her up and ask her for 
more. 

Still, she felt a little hurt. She'd offered herself to him and he'd used 
her in a weird way and that seemed to be it. He had a wife and family and 
everything, of course. There was that to consider. But a kind word would 
have been nice. He could at least have called to see that she was okay after 
her wild experience. It wasn't every day a girl took a cum shower. 

She tried to keep busy, to keep herself so occupied she wouldn't have time 
to fret. And after that first week her mood did seem to change. She felt 
herself returning to normal. She even began to take notice of the admiring 
looks she got from men and boys all over. For a long time she hadn't paid 
any attention to them, so pre-occupied was she with Mr. Mason. 

After school she babysat several times, though of course she didn't get any 
offers from the Masons. And what with a full day of school, and the 
babysitting assignments, her time was pretty full. Life seemed to be 
returning to normal, and the wild session in the Mason garage seemed never 
to have happened. And then she got the call from Mr. Young. 

She'd sat for the Youngs on numerous occasions, and she always enjoyed it 
because they lived in a really interesting townhouse that was built on 
several levels. There was a swimming pool out back, and a patio with all 
kinds of exotic plants. There was a huge TV room just down from the kids' 
bedroom, and Mr. Young's fascinating studio. 

Mr. Young was a photographer, and he had this beautiful studio with 
floor-length windows that overlooked the pool. There were tripods and lamps 
everywhere, and more cameras than Nancy had ever seen in one place before. 
He sometimes let her look through the view-finders before he and his wife 
went out for the evening. 

What was unusual about his call was that it came in the afternoon. She'd 
barely gotten through the door, and was still in her school clothes. Yet he 
wanted her to come over right away, he said. He would pay her twice the 
normal rate, if necessary. It was an emergency. All this was unusual enough, 
but once she arrived at the Youngs' home she was in for an even greater 
surprise-Mrs. Young and the kids were out of town. 

"Out of town?" Nancy gasped. "Then why do you need a babysitter at all? 
What's the big emergency?" 

Mr. Young led her through the large empty house to his bright studio and he 
was now smiling at her calmly, as if he was enjoying some secret joke. He 
was dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt and he had a earners slung around 
his neck. He certainly didn't appear about to go out anywhere. 

"The emergency is that I need a model at short notice. I have a photo spread 
to do and my model backed out at the last minute. I thought of you right 
away. I need someone young, and pretty, and preferably without any 
experience. You're perfect!" 

Nancy blushed and smiled in spite of herself. "Mr. Young, that's crazy. I'm 
no model. I don't know the first thing-" 

"You're perfect," he repeated. "I've been meaning to ask you to pose for 
months. You have an amazingly pretty face and a body that makes men go weak 
in the knees. And today you're even dressed for the part. If I'd dressed you 
myself, you wouldn't be more perfect." 

Again she blushed and this time she looked down at herself, remembering that 
she was still dressed in her school clothes. She had on a crisp white blouse 
and a short navy blue skirt that rode more than halfway up her thighs. White 
knee-socks covered her shapely calves. Her blonde hair was tied up in two 
bunches on either side of her head with bits of pink ribbon. 

"You want to take pictures of a schoolgirl?" she asked him. She was 
genuinely curious. It certainly seemed like an odd thing to want to do. 

"Yes I do. Sit over there. Let's start," he said quickly. 

And before she could react he had moved her backwards and sat her down on a 
bed that she couldn't recall seeing on her previous visits to the studio. He 
stepped back and took several quick shots of her before she was prepared. 

"Mr. Young-" she began, blinking at the lights that shone down on the bed. 
It was still daylight outside and the big windows were bright with afternoon 
sun. The extra lights made her self-conscious. 

"Knees together, very prim and proper. That's good," he instructed her, 
ignoring her protests and snapping his camera. "Hold your chest out. Be 
proud of those fine young tits." 

Yet again Nancy blushed, and for the first time she wondered just what kind 
of photographs Mr. Young specialized in. It was the first time he'd ever 
used a dirty word around her, and she was a little shocked. But then she had 
other things on her mind. And before long she knew very well what kind of 
pictures he took. 

"Open your blouse a bit. The first two or three buttons. And let your legs 
fall apart some. Show me some panty," he went on, as if this were the most 
regular thing in the world. "Don't be shy. We're just having a little fun 
here." 

"Mr. Young!" she began to protest. 

But before she could say anything he had stepped over to her, opened up the 
buttons on her blouse for her. He angled her knees apart with his leg and 
then moved back, so quickly it took her breath away. Her big blue eyes 
blinked wide, all bright and innocent. 

"Relax, Nancy. Have fun. This may be your big chance," he joked. And he 
smiled at her so warmly she couldn't help but smile back. 

This was all happening so fast. She felt as if she had no control of things 
at all. But she couldn't pretend she wasn't pleased and flattered at' all 
the attention'. And if Mr. Young wanted a few photographs of her, well, why 
not? The least she could do was help him out. He'd always been so nice to 
her. In a way he'd always taken a special interest in her. 

She heaved out her tits for him, remembering suddenly with a happy flush 
that Mr. Mason had called them gorgeous and perfect. And all at once it 
didn't seem to matter so much any more that he hadn't called her in a week. 
Here was another older man obviously impressed with her face and figure. Why 
not enjoy his attention, at least for the time being? 

"Very nice. Great," Mr. Young was saying. "Stick them out like that. Don't 
be shy." 

Her tits strained against the tight fabric of her blouse, and even though 
she wore a bra underneath, the stubs of her nipples were still clearly 
outlined. The upper bulges of her deep cleavage were visible as well between 
the open halves of the blouse. The crack between her tits looked deep and 
luscious. 

"Undo another couple of buttons. And let your legs fall open some more," he 
instructed, his voice soothing and kind. "These are going to be great shots, 
just great!" 

He was on his knees in front of her, pointing his clicking camera up between 
her spread legs. He didn't touch her. He kept several feet away from her. 
Her navy blue skirt had ridden up high on her thighs, leaving her golden 
slender thighs naked. He could see the pale white triangle of her panties 
folded down tight over her crotch. He snapped several quick pictures of the 
lovely view. 

"Go on. Undo some more buttons. Just for me," he soothed, noting her 
hesitation. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. You know 
me." 

But still Nancy hesitated. Did she really know him? Just what was going on 
here? What was he up to? A little voice in the back of her head was saying 
this is far enough. If she let this go any further, undressed any more, 
there was no telling what would happen. What would her parents say if they 
saw the pictures? 

"Mr. Young ..." she whispered shyly, not quite knowing what she wanted to 
say. "I don't think I should do this. It's not right ..." 

"Not if you don't want to, sweetheart. You're right. But they are such 
pretty titties. It's kind of a shame not to show them off, to be proud of 
them." 

He continued snapping shots of her gaping crotch as if he didn't care one 
way or the other if she showed her tits. Without quite realizing it she had 
spread her legs quite far apart, and he had a great view of her 
white-pantied cunt. 

Nancy stopped to think. He did have a point. She did have lovely titties. 
Mr. Mason had said so. In fact Mr. Mason had liked them so much he'd jerked 
off all over them. At least all Mr. Young wanted to do was photograph them. 
What was the harm in that? Maybe it would make her feel good about herself. 
Maybe it would help her forget Mr. Mason for the time being. 

"Of course if you're too shy ... If you think it's wrong ... If you're 
ashamed . . ." he went on soothingly, sneaking a peek at her gorgeous young 
face. He aimed his camera up between her golden young thighs. 

"Okay ..." she murmured, seeming to come to some decision. She reached up 
for her blouse buttons and began undoing them. Her big blue eyes turned 
toward him for guidance. 

"All the way. Open it up all the way," he muttered, relieved. "Pull it out 
of your skirt. Peel it wide open." 

He was tilting his camera up again now, snapping shots of her tits as they 
came into view packed tight in her lacy bra. The tits bulged over the frilly 
harness lewdly, and the outer ring surrounding one nipple was partly 
visible. He stood up straight, catching her tits from different angles. 

"And the bra. May as well take that off too," he went on, his voice even and 
friendly and professional. "Take it off slowly, so that I can shoot your 
tits coming into the open a bit at a time. Smile at the camera. Enjoy 
yourself." 

Again the little voice was protesting in her head, but Nancy ignored it. She 
reached in front of her, unsnapped her bra, let her gorgeous young tits 
tumble free. She separated the bra cups very slowly, and the two halves of 
her blouse along with them. He clicked his camera as the brown stubs of her 
nipples peeked out from the loosened clothing. 

He seemed to take dozens of shots of her, and when one film expired he just 
grabbed another camera. He had her twist and turn in every direction, and he 
bobbed and weaved in front of her, photographing her tits from every 
possible angle. He had her lean forward, so that her big tits heaved out and 
hung in front of her like ripe fruit. He made her get on her hands and knees 
on the bed so that the tits dangled down lewdly. 

He kept coming in close every once in a while, aiming his camera at her 
stiffening nipples. And he had her lie on her back so that he could 
photograph her tits from above as they separated. Nancy began to breathe 
heavily, and she was surprised to find herself growing more and more excited 
as time passed. She wondered how he could stay so calm. After all, the sight 
of her naked tits had driven Mr. Mason crazy. 

"Lift your skirt for me now, slowly. Pull it up all the way around your 
waist," he said after a while. He was leaning down over her with his camera 
aimed at her crotch. She was still flat on her back on the big bed. 

"My skirt?" Nancy asked innocently, as if he was asking her to pass the 
salt. 

Almost without thinking her hands hooked under the hem of her short navy 
skirt and she raised it, showing him more and more of her slender brown 
thighs. His camera clicked in appreciation. 

"Spread your legs wide. Show me your panties. That's right," he encouraged. 
He was kneeling on the bed beside her, but he was careful not to touch her. 

The skirt moved up her thighs, all the way, till finally the white triangle 
of her panties was in view. She rolled it up in her fingers, folded it up 
over her belly, watching him all the while. She was beginning to feel little 
tingles of excitement that she couldn't explain. Her titties, her belly, her 
crotch were all tickling nicely. 

Again she wondered how he could stay so calm. Why wasn't he excited at the 
sight of her half-undressed body? Didn't he think she was sexy? Was she too 
young for him or something? She snuck a peek at his crotch to see if she 
could see any bulge there. His jeans swelled out slightly, but he didn't 
appear to have a hard-on or anything. What was the matter with him? 

"Tug on your panties," he went on calmly. "Pull them up so that the bottom 
part slips inside your pussy. Perfect, just perfect! What a sight that is." 

To her surprise Nancy was now doing whatever he told her without question. 
She pulled on her panties and immediately she felt a delicious shock go 
through her. The narrow crotch band of her panties had slotted between the 
puffy lips of her cunt. It had disappeared up there, in fact, so that Young 
was now taking pictures of her cunt-lips gnawing on it. He leaned in low for 
a close-up. 

"Jesus, what a sight. That's great!" he murmured. 

He could see her blonde crotch hair where it lined the pulpy lips of her 
pussy. The crotch band of her panties was now no more than a lacy string 
looped up her cunt. It was growing soggy, he noticed. 

"Mr. Young ... I feel strange . . . " Nancy murmured. "I feel so . . . nice 
. . . " She stared up at him with her big innocent blue eyes. Her pretty 
blonde pigtails were bunched up on either side of her face. 

"Good. I'm glad. Why don't you take off the skirt now and start pulling down 
your panties?" he soothed. 

He said it as if he was asking nothing unusual, as if he asked this kind of 
thing of young girls every day of the week. 

One more time the tiny voice in the back of her head protested. It was 
telling her that once her panties were off anything might happen. But once 
again she ignored it. She was beginning to feel so good. She was really 
quite enjoying herself. She unsnapped her skirt and tossed it away. She 
hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed down. 

"Nice and slow. We've got lots of time. I want to photograph your pretty 
pussy-hair a bit at a time. Lovely. Perfect." He leaned down till he was 
poised just two feet above her crotch. 

"Mr. Young, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked suddenly. 

Her thumbs slid down, hooked under the string loops across her hips. The 
white triangle of parity slipped far enough for a thin sliver cunt-hair to 
bristle into view. 

"You're gorgeous. Just fucking gorgeous," he muttered, not missing a thing. 

Nancy blushed. It was just what Mr. Mason had said. Somehow it made 
stripping her clothes off okay. Her thumbs kept on shoving, and more and 
more hair was revealed. She didn't have that much to show, just a small 
blonde thatch that clung to her cunt in pretty wisps. Soon it was all on 
display, a tiny triangle two inches wide. 

"Okay, stop there a second," he said, and he snapped her with her white 
panties stretched in a lacy rope across the tops of her thighs. 

Then he had her push the pants down two or three inches at a time, till they 
were stretched to snapping point just above her knees. He lovingly 
photographed each stage. 

"Mr. Young ..." she murmured, her voice dreamy and half-pleading. "I feel so 
. . . nice ..." 

Having her panties stuck up the crack of her cunt had made her feel stranger 
than ever. The tingles in her pussy were growing stronger. She had a sudden 
urge to touch him, and without thinking she reached out her hand and ran it 
up his thigh. Her panties were stretched out below her knees now and she had 
to shove them the rest of the way with one hand. 

"Just a few more and then we'll take a break," he soothed, choosing to 
ignore her hand on his thigh. "Take your panties off altogether and pull 
your pussy open for me with your fingers. Show me all the nice pink stuff 
inside." 

Nancy stared up at him dreamily. How could he stay so calm? She tossed the 
loose bundle of her panties across the room and let her golden thighs fall 
open. She was breathing heavily now and her stunning young tits rose and 
fell evenly. The nipples jutted up almost an inch from their circles. 

"Mr. Young . . . please ..." she pouted, like a spoiled little girl. Her 
hand grew more daring and she let her fingers graze quickly over his crotch. 

"Later," he said. "Now, pull your pussy open with your fingers and show me 
your pink." 

Chapter Three 

Nancy planted her fingers on her pulpy cunt-lips and pulled them apart. She 
was flat on her back on the bed and her legs were split wide. Mr. Young 
knelt before her and leaned down low, his camera clicking. At one point his 
lens was less than a foot away from her hair-lined pussy. He made sounds of 
approval, as if he was photographing some rare and beautiful flower. 

"I shouldn't be letting you do this. I really shouldn't," she pouted. But 
she kept pulling on her cuntlips, and more and more shiny pink skin was open 
to the air. 

Weird things were happening to her cunt. Once she had the outer lips tugged 
apart, all the bright pink skin inside seemed to blossom into the open. A 
ragged mouth of skin flopped down, the lips of it expanding toward the top 
till they were nearly half an inch long. The pink button of her swollen clit 
joined them together under a horny beak. 

"What a cunt! What a fabulous fucking cunt!" he raved, practically poking 
the lens of his camera up inside her. It was the first time he'd shown any 
real excitement, and it made her smile. 

Nancy really got into what she was doing. Her fingers played about on her 
cunt-lips, made sure they were cranked as wide as they would go. Then she 
was lifting her ass up off the bed, humping her crotch up toward his camera. 
She arched her back, held herself up off the bed while he photographed her. 
Her gaping cunt winked and warped itself into several different shapes as 
she moved. 

"Mr. Young ..." she gasped, not sure what she wanted to say anymore. 

She didn't even know what she wanted. She felt so strange, so nice. It was 
so sexy, writhing about there on the bed for him, naked except for her open 
blouse and bra, and of course her knee socks. 

"God, your cunt's folding itself inside out! What a sight!" he laughed. 

He was scrunched so low now between her legs that once in a while he grazed 
the insides of her thighs. She moaned and whimpered at each contact. 

"Please, Mr. Young . . . please ..." she groaned, though she didn't know 
what she wanted. "I feel so . . . funny ..." 

His camera clicked several more times. Then, out of nowhere, it seemed to 
her, he handed her a great thick plastic cock. Her fingers curled around it 
automatically and she waved it about for a while as if unsure what to do 
next. Her dazed eyes focused on his face finally and she frowned a little in 
puzzlement. 

"Up your cunt, baby. Shove it up your cunt," he instructed. "It'll give you 
some relief for a while, and it'll make for some great shots." He was 
reaching for yet another camera. He settled back between her legs 
expectantly. 

"Up my cunt?" she asked dazedly. For a moment it appeared she didn't 
understand. 

But then her hand moved down, she poked through her sparse pubic hair with 
the head of the big pink cock. Suddenly she had the tapered tip nudged 
between her outer cunt-lips. Then the pink rubbery mouth of her pussy had 
folded down over the cock-head and was sucking it inside. Her fingers lined 
the dildo up properly and fed it an inch at a time into her wet and hungry 
pussy. 

"Attagirl. Shove it all the way up your cunt. Fuck yourself with it. Use it 
like a real cock," he went on pleasantly. His camera never stopped clicking. 

"Up my cunt?" she repeated, as if she still hadn't understood. But already 
nearly half the thick prick had slid up her twat. She corkscrewed it about 
to get more inside. 

A thick juice had been sluicing down her cunt-walls for some time, but now 
she had herself stuffed with fake cock there was a regular torrent. There 
were wet squishing noises as she shoved the prick up inside her. And the 
pink plastic shaft of the thing was soon glistening with her pussy-juices. 

"You like it? You like having your cunt stuffed?" he leered. For the first 
time, he was aware of a steady throbbing in his own crotch. 

"Oh God! Oh yes!" she cooed. "Oh it feels so nice! Ohhhh!" 

She had fed more than two thirds of the huge fake cock into her cunt now and 
she paused to twist it around and around. Then she was gripping the shaft 
firmly, sliding it back and forth, fucking herself with it as he'd 
instructed. Her ass rose and fell on the bed and she whimpered and groaned 
as if she was in pain. From the look on her face it was easy to tell she was 
having the time of her life. 

"In and out like that. Terrific," he praised, bending and swooping with his 
camera. "Fuck yourself deep. Cram it as far as it will go up your cunt!" 

Nancy didn't have to be told. She was lunging the fake cock as deep as 
possible on every stroke. Her cunt-lips were warped into all kinds of lewd 
shaped around the thick cock-shaft. And lovely sparks of pleasure were 
shooting through her. God, how good it felt. Why hadn't she done this 
before, on her own? Why hadn't she gotten herself a fake cock long ago? 

"You enjoying yourself? You having a good time?" he smiled down at her. 

And now at last he was taking fewer pictures. He seemed to be taking notice 
of her reactions for the first time. He knelt between her legs and stared 
down at her, amazed at the look of pure lust on her pretty little face. 

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she panted, her hand a blur of motion on the dildo. 

Her back arched high off the bed. She held herself rigid like that, and 
suddenly let go of the fake cock. She let it stick out from her cunt like a 
stake driven into the ground. And she moaned and moaned and moaned. Ripples 
seemed to go through her belly. 

"You sure needed this, didn't you baby?" he said at last, taking hold of the 
protruding cock and twisting it about gently. "Seems to be like it's been 
too long between fucks for you." 

A whole lifetime, Nancy thought dazedly, thrusting her crotch up at him, 
allowing him to play with the plastic prick. Strange things were happening 
to her. She was feeling thrills she'd never experienced before. As he 
twirled the dildo about in her pussy little sparks of pleasure shot through 
her in every direction. For a few seconds she thought she was going to 
faint. 

Suddenly he seemed to come to some decision, and he placed his camera to one 
side for the time being and pulled the great thick dildo from her cunt. Her 
ass sank down on the bed at once, and she began to whimper and wail in 
protest. But then her complaint turned to a moan of pure pleasure again. The 
big dildo had been replaced by his flicking tongue. 

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she pealed, amazed that his small tongue could make her 
feel so good, could replace the giant plastic prick. 

He was sucking on her, nibbling bits of rubbery cunt-skin that flopped about 
loosely in her crotch. And every few seconds he flicked the swollen bud of 
her clit with his tongue-tip. He made wet slurping sounds between her legs. 

Nancy was in heaven. And again her ass lifted up off the bed, her back 
arched, and she was thrusting her crotch out at him. Her hand reached down, 
caught at the back of his head, and drew him as tightly as possible onto her 
cunt. She tugged him hard, mashing her pussy onto his face. 

"Suck me! Suck my hot cunt!" she cried suddenly, amazed at the sound of the 
words in her ears. She never swore. She never used dirty words. But 
obviously there was a time and a place for everything. The words sent a 
thrill through her. 

Mr. Young nuzzled and snorted on her cunt, eating her expertly. He tugged 
gently at little folds of skin, circled his tongue about outside and inside 
her gaping wet cunt-mouth. He diddled her clit back and forth, sending 
shivers through her. Her back was arched so high he could reach under her, 
cup her ass cheeks with his hands, maul the springy buns with his fingers. 

"Lick my pussy! Eat me! Suck my hot cunt!" she wailed. 

And now she was weaving her ass from side to side as well as up and down. He 
stayed with her, following her with his mouth. He felt her ass cheeks flex 
and tense as pleasure ripped through her sweet, teenaged body. 

He'd never come across anyone so tightly wound up. Nancy was obviously 
enjoying every single thing he did with his tongue. The fact that she was so 
young and inexperienced would have a lot to do with it, of course. Still, he 
was happy that she showed so much appreciation. And he felt his cock 
swelling steadily now in his jeans. He wondered if he'd have the guts to 
fuck her. 

"I love it! I love your tongue!" she peeled. "Eat me! Eat my hot cunt! Suck 
me!" 

And he did just that, slurping about on her cunt till he thought she could 
stand no more. The give-away was her voice. It grew louder and more and more 
ragged till he began to worry that someone might hear her outside. He 
figured he'd better stop before she began to scream. 

"No! Don't stop! Oh God!" she hissed, glaring at him as he raised his greasy 
face from her cunt. "Eat me! Eat my hot cunt! Suck me!" 

He clambered tiredly up onto his knees, unbuckled his belt, slid down his 
fly. Immediately she was quiet, breathing heavily, damn near snorting with 
lust. But she watched him without comment. She saw him shove down his shorts 
and watched the springy pole of his cock bounce into view. Then he was 
thrusting everything down past his knees and off altogether. He pulled his 
T-shirt off and threw it to one side. 

Naked, he leaned back down over her, and she watched him grab his nine-inch 
long cock, prime it in his fist, point it down between her legs. She had no 
time to think. She had no time to say yes or no. Suddenly she felt the hard 
wet head of his prick poking about on her ragged cunt-lips and all she could 
do was dissolve in a wild whimper. 

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh fuck!" she moaned. 

She glared down between her hooked-up legs, saw him angling his prick lower, 
slotting the head between her gaping cunt-lips. 

He paused for a second once he had his cock-head nudged inside her. He 
stared down into her face with a sly smile. Then he was moving forward, 
slowly, gently, feeding her great long lengths of his swelling cock. Inch 
after inch of it bulled into her, swelling her pussy-lips out of shape once 
more. He didn't stop till every last inch was embedded inside her and his 
crotch hair was tangled with hers. 

"Mr. Young! You're inside me! Your big cock's all the way up my cunt!" she 
gasped, staring up at him with wide blue eyes. She ran her hands up and down 
on his hard chest and felt his every muscle. 

It felt so strange inside her, not a bit like the plastic dildo. This cock 
was real, throbbing like some huge reptile. It seemed to fill her up, to 
clog her poor girlish cunt with its blazing hard cock-meat. She felt so 
nice, so fulfilled, as if this was what she had been waiting for all her 
life. Her mouth was half open in a smile of lust. 

He began moving, slowly at first and then faster and faster, letting her 
small cunt get used to the thick bulk of his prick. He watched her tits 
joggle and sway as he moved and he grabbed one in his hand, squeezed and 
massaged it strongly. He couldn't get over how young she looked, and how 
full of lust her sweet young face was. 

"You're fucking me! Mr. Young, you're fucking me with your big hard cock!" 
she cooed, thrilled no end. "It feels so good! Oh it feels so nice!" 

And it did too. She wiggled her ass, tried to meet his fuck-thrusts with 
small humpings of her own. But she didn't have to do much. His big hairy 
body pulsed and trembled on top of her, and each time he drove down she felt 
the huge hard spike of his cock slice up into her cunt. Sparks were flying 
everywhere inside her. She didn't want the delicious feeling ever to end. 

"Your cock is so big! It's so hard and big!" she cooed. 

"And you took it all, baby. You took every last bone-hard fucking inch!" he 
growled. 

He fucked her steadily, carving his cock every which way in her sweet 
sucking cunt. She was so snug and tight, he felt like his cock was being 
peeled. 

She gazed up at him lovingly, chugging her hips as best she could. She 
accepted each thrust as if she'd been fucking for years. Her legs hooked up 
behind him, and her knee socks cranked up and down as he bucked back and 
forth. She felt herself growing dizzy with lust and pleasure. 

She had a sudden vision of Mr. Mason jerking off over her tits, and it 
occurred to her that she was letting another man fuck her. Mr. Mason could 
never be the first. And she was supposed to be in love with him and 
everything. She dismissed the thought quickly. Right at this second, it 
didn't seem too important. All that mattered was that big thick cock 
plunging back and forth in her cunt. So what if it was Mr. Young's? 

He was beginning to hiss and pant on top of her, and his face grew more and 
more flushed as she gazed up at him. He was fucking her with rapid, sharp 
strokes, angling his cock this way and that. She watched as a trickle of 
sweat ran down his cheek. Inside her, his prick seemed to expand, to grow 
even thicker and harder and longer up her twat. 

"Fuck me hard! Shove it deep! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she panted. She ran her 
fingers everywhere she could reach, stroking him, teasing him with her 
touch. He began to growl deep in his throat. 

He stopped suddenly, closed his eyes tight, and a huge shudder ran through 
him. She stared up at him in panic, wondering what was the matter. And the 
next second she felt a great flooding sensation inside her, as if someone 
had shaken up a pop bottle and let it go off up her cunt. Her eyes widened 
in amazement. 

"You're shooting! You're cumming! You're going off up my cunt!" she wailed, 
and it was hard to tell if she was glad or dismayed. "I feel it! I feel your 
hot cum! Oh God! Oh God!" 

A huge gushing streamer of spunk had spurted from the tip of his cock to 
drench her insides. He remained still just long enough to let it fly. Then 
almost at once he was all motion again, fucking his cock in and out of her 
like a wild man. He moaned and groaned the whole time now, his eyes clenched 
shut with pleasure. The fucking sounds from her cunt grew wetter and more 
obscene. 

"Up my cunt! Your sperm! I feel it! Oh God!" she wailed. 

And another monstrous blast of jism fired off up her pussy. It seemed to 
Nancy that it shot up into her chest somewhere. It was so strong, so 
powerful. She wondered briefly if he'd hurt her, rupture her insides or 
something. 

Another jet of cum sprang into her cunt. And another. And soon her poor twat 
was clogged with goo. It drooled from her pussy lips in pale syrupy strings, 
dribbled down into the crack of her ass and soiled her pretty blonde 
pussy-hair. His cock was coated with it. Great thick strings of silver slime 
hung off his cock shaft like jelly. It drooled down over his balls too. 

In and out of her he fucked, burying his spurting prick deep inside her 
again and again. His cock-head split wide time after time, shooting out 
endless supplies of hot, teaming jizz. He couldn't stop it. It was as if he 
hadn't cum in months and months and months. He flooded her with hot jism. 

"So much! So much cum!" she pealed, her lips peeled up off her perfect white 
teeth. She was still beneath him now, completely exhausted. She waited 
patiently for him to stop shooting his steaming load. 

Another glob of spunk fired off. And another. And finally that appeared to 
be it. He continued fucking her, didn't begin to slow down for several 
seconds yet. But his cock had stopped spurting. It drooled out thick ropes 
of cream like a leaky tap. And gradually, a bit at a time, it began to grow 
soft inside her. 

He had kept himself propped up on his hands most of the time up to now, so 
that he would fondle her tits and watch the lustful expressions of her sweet 
young face. Now he sank slowly down on top of her, letting his chest mash 
her tits down. He lay his head alongside hers and snuffled in her ear. He 
humped back and forth slowly, his cock still firmly embedded inside her. 

It was a weird sensation for Nancy, the first time she'd ever felt a man so 
closely. She ran her hands up and down on him, exploring lazily, touching 
his shoulders and his back and his muscular ass cheeks. Inside she felt 
flooded, completely clogged with his still steaming jizz. She felt his cock 
grow softer and softer. 

"There was so much cum ... so much ..." she muttered sleepily, crushed 
beneath him. 

He didn't answer and she stared up at the ceiling, daydreaming of one thing 
and another. Ripples of pleasure rolled through her. 

Chapter Four 

Afterwards, when she had time to think it over, Nancy felt a bit sad that 
Mr. Mason wasn't the first to fuck her. She figured she was in love with 
him, after all, and wasn't a girl supposed to save herself for the guy she 
loved? But it had all happened so fast, and Mr. Young had gotten her so 
excited with his photographs and everything, that she didn't have time to 
say no. Before she knew it, she'd lost her cherry. 

She tried not to brood about it, and as it turned out this was the most 
sensible course. For just three days afterwards Mr. Mason called her, just 
when she'd given up hope of ever hearing from him again. And what he had to 
say to her thrilled her right down to her toes. It made her belly flutter 
and her heart pound crazily in her chest. 

He wanted her to spend the night with him. Not at his house, either, and not 
even at some local motel. He was taking a quick business trip to the city 
and would be staying at one of the biggest and best hotels. He wanted her to 
go with him, to stay with him. He would show her the town, buy her dinner, 
the works. All she had to do was come along and keep him company. Nancy's 
heart skipped a beat. 

She soon came down to earth. All she had to do was think of the objections 
her mother would raise. But to her amazement Mrs. Kane had little to say 
about the matter. Nancy couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was the age 
difference between her and Mr. Mason, she thought finally. Maybe the 
difference in their ages was so great that Mrs. Kane couldn't imagine them 
fucking. She probably thought her daughter was innocent, a virgin. And 
really, she wasn't far wrong. 

"Just make sure you're nice to him, and do everything he tells you," was all 
her mother said. 

Nancy certainly planned to do both those things! She planned on being so 
nice to Mr. Mason that he'd be drained of jizz for a month! 

She packed an overnight bag, and on Friday evening Mr. Mason picked her up 
at the house, as arranged. Her mother was out at the time, at a church 
meeting, of all things. And for this Nancy was glad. She didn't want her 
throwing up any objections to the trip at the last minute. 

She was so excited that for the first hour on the freeway she hardly said a 
word. She was scared that if she opened her mouth Mr. Mason would realize 
how young and inexperienced she was and would turn around and take her back 
home. But he was warm and friendly towards her and didn't seem to mind her 
silence. He made an occasional comment and complimented her on her 
appearance. But the rest of the time he was as quiet as she was. 

When the glittering city towers came in sight her belly began fluttering all 
over again. And from then on everything was like a wonderful dream. The big 
department stores were open late, and he took her shopping. He brought her a 
slinky black dress and some sexy underwear. Finally, after they'd checked 
into the big hotel, he took her to dinner in the lovely dining room. It was 
the most romantic day Nancy had ever spent. 

She stared about the dining room wide-eyed, studying all the beautiful women 
and the handsome, silver-haired men. And she began to feel adult and 
sophisticated herself, even though she was bubbling over with childish 
excitement. She was glad he'd bought her the slinky dress. It made her feel 
older. It was cut so low in front it showed off her full young tits to 
perfection. It had a slit up the side that let her thigh show. 

Before dinner she'd spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, making up her 
face. Here again, she wanted to look older, and she'd gone a bit overboard. 
Her big innocent eyes were shadowed now with great dark blue gobs of paint, 
and her sweet little mouth glistened with a wet coating of red gloss. Her 
platinum hair squiggled out on either side of her face in little corkscrew 
curls. 

It didn't seem to help. People still seemed to take her for a youngster. On 
more than one occasion older men stopped by the table to compliment Mr. 
Mason on having such a pretty young daughter. Even the waiter did it at one 
point, though it didn't stop him sneaking peeks down her dress when he 
stooped to pour wine, she noticed. Without a bra, her tits were exposed 
almost to the nipples. 

"Everyone seems to like your dress," Mr. Mason commented finally, smiling at 
her. "You seem to be the hit of the place." 

"It doesn't cover me very well, does it?" she grinned, glancing down at 
where one stubby nipple was trying to poke out over the dress top. "Do you 
like it? Do you think I'm sexy?" 

"I'll show you later, up in our room. Did you wear the underwear too, 
without any panties, like I told you?" 

Nancy blushed. "Yes. You're very naughty, Mr. Mason, making me come down to 
dinner without any panties, I feel so strange. I've never worn a garter belt 
and stockings before." 

They grinned at each other and sipped more wine. They had finished dinner 
long ago but stayed where they were for the time being, letting things 
settle. Nancy still couldn't believe all this was happening to her. She 
couldn't believe she was going to spend the night in a big city hotel with 
an older man. It was just too exciting for words. 

She hiccupped and smiled at him slyly "Will you do dirty things to me, 
later, in the hotel room? Will you shoot your naughty jizz all over me 
again?" 

Mason watched "her. He-felt his cock flex and he had a sudden urge to whip 
it out right there and slap it back and forth across her face. She had such 
a sly, teasing light in her sweet young face. Already, he thought, she was 
learning how to cock-tease. With her lewd dress and overdone make-up, she 
looked like a hot teenaged whore. 

"I'll do anything you like. I'll do it all," he murmured. And he meant every 
word of it. 

"Will you teach me things? Will you teach me all about cocks?" she went on. 
She didn't feel tongue-tied and shy any longer. The wine was making her feel 
so nice and warm. 

"Anything. You want to learn to suck cock? You want to learn that?" he 
leered. "I'll teach you everything." 

Nancy hesitated. "You mean . . . take a cock in my mouth? You mean put it in 
my mouth and suck it?" 

"Exactly. And you know how to lick a guy's balls? You ever taken a guy's 
nuts in your mouth and sucked them?" 

Nancy shook her head slowly. 

"How about a guy's asshole? You ever used your tongue on that? You ever 
reamed out a guy with that sweet little tongue of yours?" 

He watched her eyes widen with shock, and at the same moment he felt a great 
tingling sensation in his crotch.' All at once he was signaling the water, 
calling for the check. Suddenly he couldn't wait any longer to get the sexy 
little bitch upstairs. He paid quickly, ignoring the look of jealousy that 
passed over the waiter's face as he glanced again into Nancy's cleavage. In 
seconds they were alone together in the plush hotel suite. 

"Take off the dress, but leave the underwear on," Mason instructed, 
stripping off his own clothes. "I want you wearing nothing but garter belt 
and stockings." 

He flung his jacket and shirt to one side, climbed out of his pants and 
shorts in a matter of seconds. By the time she'd gotten her dress unzipped 
he was naked on the bed, propped up on two big pillows. He watched her 
closely, his cock flopping about loosely between his legs. 

Nancy let the dress flow down off her tits, and again he was amazed at the 
size and perfection of the gorgeous young tits. She stepped out of the dress 
and padded over to the closet to hang it up. She was naked except for an 
embroidered black lace garter belt and a pair of sheer black nylon 
stockings. Her tits wobbled and her slender thighs flexed inside the black 
hose. 

"Fabulous. Fucking fabulous," he muttered, watching her every move. 

Not only were her tits perfect, but her ass was tight and trim and lovely. 
The taut little buns were framed by the black elastic garter loops stretched 
down her thighs. 

"Do I look okay? Am I sexy enough?" she cooed, turning from the closet to 
face him. Now it was the whispy fur of her blonde cunt that was framed 
between the twin garters. She strode to the bed and stared down at him. 

It was the first time that she'd been able to study a naked man properly. 
When he'd jerked off all over her tits all she'd seen was his cock and legs, 
and even all that was in shadow part of the time. Mr. Young had been on top 
of her and inside her before she could see much of him at all. It had 
happened so fast. 

Now, she had all night, and she and Mr. Mason were alone in a lovely 
well-lit hotel room. She wanted to go slowly, to study every part of his 
wonderful male body. She wanted to examine his cock in close-up and learn 
what made it get hard and hot and angry. She had a feeling she could learn 
more about sex in the next few hours than she had in her whole life up to 
now. But would he have the patience to let her go slow? 

From the way he'd paid the check and hustled her up the elevator, she 
thought he was so horny all he would want was to flip her on her back arid 
fuck her: But/now he was staring at her, watching her with such fascination, 
that she wasn't sure. He seemed to be content to let her go at her own pace. 
And as yet his cock was still limp and loose in his crotch. 

Slowly, her tits swaying down in front of her, she climbed on the bed. He 
made room for her by spreading his legs, and she scooted up between them on 
her knees, leaned down to look closely at his soft cock. She lay one hand 
down on his hairy thigh and felt him shudder. Her left tit grazed his knee. 

"Take it in your hand, play with it. It won't bite you," he said. 

There was an odd catch in his voice and he seemed to be trying to keep it 
steady. For the time being he seemed to be in control of himself. 

Nancy giggled, and shyly she reached out, scooped up the limp log of his 
cock in her fingers. It lay across his belly and she tilted it upright, 
squeezed it in her fist, ran her fingers up and down on the puffy cockshaft. 
Her eyes widened again at what happened to it. 

The loose foreskin bunched up in a tight little mouth as she pulled in one 
direction. And when her hand slid the other way the skin stretched, rolled 
down, peeled off the big purple cock-head like skin off a banana. The 
cock-head stuck out in the open now like a big purple plum with a slit down 
its middle, and Nancy stared at it wide-eyed. How wonderful, she thought. 
How wonderful and amazing. 

She touched her finger to it and felt him shudder again. It was hot and hard 
and a little wet already. Then she traced her fingertip all the way down the 
underside of the cock, along a ragged seam that ran from his cock-head to 
his balls. She touched his nuts quickly, amazed at how they shifted and 
rolled in the dry velvet pouch. Her lips pursed, and her face was serious 
with concentration. 

"Kiss them. Lick my balls," he grunted, watching her. 

He was propped up on his elbows, and he made no move to help her or force 
her to do anything. He wanted her to do it all. He wanted her to learn all 
by herself. 

She glanced into his face quickly, as if to see if he was serious or just 
teasing her. Then she leaned down low, stuck out her tongue, and poked one 
or his nuts with the tip. The balls shifted, rolled to one side, and she 
smiled up at him. Then she licked the nut once, twice, three times with long 
slow sweeps of her tongue. His ball sac felt dry and rough to the touch. 

"That's it ... oh fuck . . . lick them like that. Both of them . . . oooh . 
. . use your tongue on them like that. Lick my balls . . . " he muttered, 
watching her pretty head tilt from side to side. Her blonde corkscrew hair 
tickled the insides of his thick thighs. 

"They're so big . . . your balls . . . " she commented, moving over to chase 
his other nut around with her mouth. 

She licked the nut quickly several times and then sank her lips down on it 
as if she would eat it up. Her pretty turned-up nose snorted at the base of 
his cock. 

She had let the prick go for the time being, all caught up as she was in 
slobbering over his balls. It lay heavily across his crotch hair and belly, 
like a limp fish. But as she continued working at his nuts the thick cock 
twitched, rolled left, and raised its head sleepily into the air. It stayed 
like that, suspended, for a few seconds, until it rolled in the other 
direction and jacked itself higher. 

"Your cock's getting bigger! It's getting harder!" she pealed, turning her 
eyes up in the direction of the gently swelling prick. 

She snorted and snuffled at his balls still, licking them, kissing them. She 
had both hands on his thighs and had pried them wide apart. 

"Is it any fucking wonder ..." he grunted, glaring at her. "Suck them. Suck 
my balls. Take one in your mouth and . . . suck on it ... " 

Nancy glanced at his growing cock with admiration, then dipped her head 
again and did as she was told. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, 
and captured one wet ball between her lips. She began sucking on it eagerly, 
tugging on it gently so that the skin of his ball sac had to stretch. 

"Oh fuck ... oh yeah ..." he groaned. And his cock flexed again and angled 
higher into the air. 

Nancy curled her tongue around and around his ball and bathed it in the 
warmth of her mouth. She made loud sucking sounds, as if she was slurping on 
a large piece of candy. Her nose was buried deep in his crotch. His nut felt 
like an egg in her mouth. It rolled about on her tongue every which way. She 
teased it, tickled it with her tongue. And he grunted and groaned with 
pleasure. 

She let it go eventually, spit it out so that she could move over to the 
other one. Before she let this second nut plop between her lips she scraped 
her tongue up the center seam of his ball sac several times. Then she sank 
her mouth back down and began sucking and teasing the other ball. She curled 
her tongue again and slurped on it hungrily. 

"Say, you sure you've never done this before?" he croaked. A fine film of 
sweat had appeared on his forehead and there was a wild light in his eyes. 

"Mmmmmfffmmm . . . nnn ..." Nancy mumbled, her mouth stuffed with ball. She 
was tugging on his nut again, stretching his leathery nut pouch teasingly. 

He clenched shut his eyes and tried to think of other things. At this rate 
she'd have him blowing his nuts in no time, and he wanted to enjoy this 
sweet little slut all night long. His balls were growing heavy and numb. He 
swore he could feel the thick cream swirling up inside them. Her tongue was 
tapping his left nut crazily. 

"Lick my cock now . . . fuck . . . use your tongue on my cock for a while 
..." he said at last, his voice tense and harsh. 

He just had to set her to doing something else for a while. She was just too 
good a ball-sucker. The little cunt sure was an eager learner. 

"Did I do it right? Did I suck your balls good?" she panted, raising her 
pretty painted face from his balls. "Does it feel nice? Does it feel nice 
when I suck them?" 

Mason groaned deeply. How was he ever going to put off blowing his wad? Not 
only was the little slut an expert with her mouth, but she was a sweet 
little cock-teaser to boot. The way she looked at him with those big empty 
blue eyes, all painted up with dark blue shadow, fuck, it was enough to 
drive him crazy. And when she pouted her sweet little mouth, all wet and 
glisteny as it was with bright red gloss. 

"Your balls are what makes your stuff . . . your jizz, aren't they? Isn't 
that what makes your cum?" she prattled on, as if she was talking to one of 
her teachers in biology class. "They're fantastic! I love sucking them. 
They're s big and spongy and strange. Do you like it when I suck them?" 

Mason groaned even louder. Unable to speak, he bent his wrist and jerked his 
hand back and forth, pointing out the thick log of his cock. It jutted up at 
a sharp angle from his belly now, its purple head throbbing. The foreskin 
was peeled back off the dome for good now. It stretched all red and tight in 
back of the cock flange. 

"I know. You want me to lick it," Nancy purred, smiling. 

Chapter Five 

Nancy stuck out her pink tongue, and touched the tip to the thick base of 
his cock, just above the balls. Then, very slowly, she licked up the cock's 
underside, till she was more than halfway up the shaft. The prick bent down 
under the weight of her tongue and then shifted to one side, bumping against 
her cheek and eye. For a second her eye socket was completely plugged by the 
fat purple dome of his cock-head. 

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..." Mason moaned, trying to think of the business 
meeting he had to attend the next afternoon, the ball game he'd seen the 
night before, anything to keep his mind off climaxing. The little bitch was 
using her tongue like a pro. 

"Is it nice? Does my tongue feel good on your cock?" she cooed. 

She was cradling his prick in her fingers now, holding it steady while she 
bent to lick it some more. Her tongue traced little patterns around and 
around on the underside of the cock-shaft. Then she ventured further and 
scraped her tongue-tip along the sides of the cock. 

"It feels great. Little girl, you don't know what you're doing to me ..." he 
groaned. Her fingers were light and cool on his prick. But her tongue 
wouldn't leave him alone. 

"Will you teach me how to suck it? Will you teach me how to suck your cock 
properly?" she pouted, as if she was asking him some great favor. "I want to 
know all about cock-sucking. I want to know everything." 

"In a minute ..." he croaked. "Just lick it for a while first. Let's not go 
too fast. Sweet Christ ..." 

Nancy smiled. Her head tilted to one side and she began scraping her tongue 
steadily up the shaft of his cock again. Her eyes rolled down and she 
studied the swelling prick, examined every bump and contour in it. What 
lipstick wasn't smeared off on his balls now smudged off onto his 
prick-shaft. 

She noticed there were two or three thick blue veins pulsing in the side of 
the cock. They wriggled up from his cock-hair damn near the entire length of 
his prick. She began following them with her tongue, tracing them as if they 
were roads on a map. Then she folded her red lips over whole sections of 
cock-shaft, diddling her tongue about like she was playing a harmonica. 

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..." he moaned. 

He stared at her in amazement, thrilled at the sight of her sweet young face 
half-covered by the bulk of his huge cock. What a sight she was. 

"Mr. Mason ... I want to suck it. I want to suck your cock," she murmured at 
one point. 

She had tilted his prick upright in one hand and was intently examining the 
bloated purple cock-head. Just looking at it, she couldn't keep her mouth 
from watering. 

"Oh fuck . . . okay ... oh fuck ..." he grumbled. He watched her tilt his 
cock this way and that and his balls churned. 

She smiled as if he'd granted her fondest wish in the world, and she quickly 
touched his cockhead with her tongue, tested the heat and hardness of it. 
Her eyes were wide with expectation. She was staring at him, waiting for 
guidance. Her lips pursed and slotted over the tip of the swollen dome. 

"Just as you like . . . there's not much I can teach you ..." he groaned. He 
felt helpless. The little teenage slut had him completely in her power! 

She grinned again in gratitude. And now she folded her lips more firmly down 
over his fat cock-head. Her fist held the prick upright, and her mouth slid 
down, taking in the head and one, two, three inches of swollen cock-meat. 
She made a deep groaning sound in her throat, as if she was tasting the most 
delicious food in the world. 

"Fuck . . . fuck . . . "he panted. Her eyes locked on his face teasingly as 
her mouth slid down. She seemed to be watching for his reaction. 

Another two inches of rock-hard cock-meat plowed into her mouth and suddenly 
she paused, her lips stretched in a tight circle around the cock-shaft. Her 
cheeks hollowed, and then bulged. Her nostrils flared wide. Her lips rippled 
out again and continued their journey downwards. 

"Don't hurt yourself, baby," he croaked. "Don't choke yourself with the damn 
thing." Her face looked so swollen, her cheeks bulging as if they had some 
monstrous growth inside. 

"Mmmfffmmm . . . mmm ..." she moaned. 

She didn't sound as though she was hurting. She sounded as though she was 
having the time of her life. 

Down and down went her lips, creeping down like caterpillars. Until at last 
she had two thirds of his cock in her mouth and she had to pause again. She 
was really snorting now, her nostrils noisily sucking in air. Her lips were 
stretched to snapping point around the monster bulk of his cock. 

"Up and down. Move your head up and down," he instructed. "Suck it. Let it 
fuck your face." His face was a mask of tension. He was having a hard time 
controlling himself. 

Nancy raised her head, let her lips ride up the bulk of his prick till only 
the head and an inch of cock-shaft was in her mouth. Then she plunged back 
down, forced her lips down to where she had been before and further. She 
began a steady rhythm like this, doing as he told her, letting the cock fuck 
her face. Her eyes gazed dazedly into his. 

"Attagirl. Suck it like that. Use your tongue. That's right," he encouraged. 
He didn't move a muscle. He didn't do anything to help her. But then again 
she didn't really need any help. 

"Mmmfffmrnm ..." she mumbled, her head bobbing. Time after time his 
cock-head bumped the roof of her mouth and then lunged back into her throat. 
Her lips skidded up and down expertly. 

She was damn near taking in his entire cock on the downstroke. Only an inch 
or so remained outside her lips. She had let her fingers fall from the 
prick-shaft and on each successive stroke she dipped lower on the granite 
prick. After a while she was going so low she could nip at his pubic hair 
with her lips. She came close to touching his balls with her mouth on each 
lunge. 

Her eyes crinkled up at the side and it occurred to him that she was 
smiling, pleased with herself for what she had accomplished. She was sucking 
cock, and not just that. She was sucking a whole, entire cock to the balls, 
and a big one at that. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled crazily. And she was 
snorting excitedly. 

His balls were truly churning now, and he wondered how much longer he'd be 
able to keep from spurting. He watched her blonde head bob up and down, 
amazed that her pretty little face was so swollen up with cock. He felt his 
control slipping, a bit at a time. He didn't want this to end. Not yet. This 
was just too good to be true. He didn't want it to stop. 

"Let's ... oh fuck . . . let's try something else for a while ..." he 
croaked, just shy of spurting. "There's something real dirty I want you to 
do." 

Nancy was in the middle of her cock-sucking. She had a real rhythm going. 
But once he said he had something real dirty for her to do he had her 
attention. She stopped sucking in mid-stroke and stared at him. She raised 
her head up off his cock and it slopped noisily from her mouth. The prick 
seemed to steam in the air. 

"Lie flat on your back. Drape your head over this pillow," he instructed. 

He climbed up onto his knees and his huge cock bounced about between his 
legs like a steel bar. He had grabbed a pillow and laid it down for her in 
the middle of the bed. 

Nancy rested on her hands and knees for a second or two, breathing deeply, 
as if she'd been swimming. Then obediently she rolled over onto her back so 
that the pillow was under her neck. Her head tilted over toward him. She 
flayed her arms out on either side of her. Her big tits rolled and shimmied 
on her chest before settling, like Jello. 

"Good. Now listen, Nancy," he said. "I'm going to fuck your face. I'm going 
to ram my cock back and forth in your mouth, just as if I was fucking your 
cunt. Understand? It won't hurt. You've just got to relax. Ready?" 

Nancy nodded. It sounded like a weird idea, but who was she to say? Men got 
off on some pretty wild things. Look at how he'd jerked off on her tits that 
night in the garage. She tilted her face back, opened her mouth wide. She 
watched him squat down over her on his haunches. His cock loomed out in 
front of him like the branch of a tree. 

"Lick my balls first. Lick them," he told her, stalling for time. He wanted 
his cock to cool down. He really needed the extra time to cool off. 

Squatting over her face, he let his balls dangle above her mouth and then 
lowered them. He felt the delicate sweep of her tongue on the blazing nuts. 
Then he began shifting about, dragging his balls across her cheek, over her 
eye, along her forehead. He scraped his ball sac everywhere on her face, 
before finally settling against her flicking tongue again. 

"Fuck, what a feeling," he muttered. 

"What a feeling."' 

Then he was moving further forward, splitting his thighs wider on each side. 
She gazed up into the crack of his ass, confused. His balls were just out of 
reach. She could see the great thick root of them disappearing between his 
cheeks. Then she saw the puckered circle of his asshole. 

"Use your tongue on it. Lick my asshole. Ream it good," he ordered. And he 
squatted so low she had no choice. The cheeks of his ass settled down onto 
her face. 

Men certainly could ask for some strange things, she thought. But obediently 
she stuck out her tongue, poked his asshole with it, circled it around on 
the tight puckered opening. She felt smothered by his ass cheeks but she was 
in no position to protest. She licked him and waited for whatever weird 
thing he'd want next. 

"Oh yeah ... oh yeah ..." he muttered. "What a feeling. What a fucking 
feeling." Her tongue was a sweet probing wetness against his asshole. Once 
again he felt his balls churning. 

He moved again, shifted back, and suddenly his asshole was gone and the 
great heavy log of his cock was pressed against her face. He was rubbing her 
face with it, angling it this way and that on her pretty teenaged features. 
He sawed it across her open mouth and instinctively she poked out her 
tongue, licked his granite cock eagerly. Again she felt every bump and vein 
in it. The cock throbbed dangerously. 

"What a mouth ... oh fuck ..." he moaned. 

He twisted his cock all over her mouth and face. It had been oozing pre-cum 
juice which smeared off onto her cheeks and forehead. He stared down at her 
tits, her cunt, her hooked-up legs encased in the lewd black nylon 
stockings, the garters stretched taut. His balls quaked. 

He bumped his cock-head up her face and angled it inside her gaping wet 
mouth. He lunged forward, buried four, five, six inches of cock in her face. 
His prick-head drove deep into her throat. His balls rested against her 
nose. After a split second he began fucking her mouth, bulling his prick in 
and out crazily. Her lips were stretched taut around the great ugly 
cockshaft. 

Nancy stared up into the crack of his ass and watched his balls swing back 
and forth and dash against her nose. She felt so strange and helpless, 
having her face fucked this way. Was this normal? Did adults do this kind of 
thing in bed? It sure was a weird way of fucking. But then again she didn't 
know much about it, did she? Whatever turned Mr. Mason on. It was his party. 

"Such a sweet little mouth," he croaked. "All wet and red and pouty. Suck my 
cock, bitch! Suck my big hard cock with that cock-teasing little girl mouth 
of yours ..." 

He was sounding more and more excited, she noticed, and he was fucking her 
mouth so hard and deep she worried he might hurt her. His cock-head was 
lunging way down deep in her throat on every stroke. She swore she could 
feel it in her chest somewhere. Her lips were hopelessly warped around the 
thick prick-shaft. 

But suddenly he was changing position. He stopped fucking her and climbed 
around on top of her chest, his cock still in her mouth, corkscrewing 
between her lips. He sat on her tits, mashed them down on top of her. His 
big muscular thighs were angled out on each side of her head. She was pinned 
down helplessly beneath him, and he was beginning to fuck her face all over 
again. He had to tilt the base of his cock down with his hand. 

She gazed up at him, her big blue eyes full of love and trust and 
expectation. He could do anything he liked to her. She didn't mind. She 
wanted him to. She wanted him to use her any way he wished. She let his 
blazing hard-on slide over her tongue, folded her lips around it lovingly. 
Her hands curled round and clutched at his pumping thighs. 

Only the top third of his cock could fit in her mouth at this angle, and his 
fist closed around the lower cock-shaft and began pumping on it quickly. He 
was half fucking her, half jerking off in her mouth. He glared down at her 
pretty face with a wild light in his eyes. His chest heaved and his flat 
hard belly rippled. 

"I'm going to jerk off in your mouth, Nancy," he explained. "I'm going to 
pump my hot cum down your throat. Relax and breathe through your nose and 
you'll be okay." 

Nancy gulped and stared up at him with wide excited eyes. Her red puffy lips 
were warped into a huge oval around his monstrous prick. His fist pumped his 
cock rapidly, steadily. She clung to his muscular thighs and waited 
patiently, wondering what it would feel like. Mr. Mason cumming in her 
mouth! All that hot, spurting jizz she'd seen him shoot over her tits. Could 
she take it? Would he choke her? Drown her? 

He pumped his cock one last time while the head sat on her tongue, and Nancy 
felt a huge torrent of hot cum splash against the back of her throat. She 
swallowed gamely, tried her best to suck down all the hot jizz. But no 
sooner had she gulped once than his cock-head twitched again and a jet of 
cum bounced over her tongue and splashed the roof of her mouth. 

Her mouth was suddenly clogged, full to bursting with hot sperm. The hot 
cream squished between her teeth, under her tongue, between her cheeks and 
gums. Her throat was flooded with it. She stared up at him, panic-stricken, 
knowing she couldn't possibly swallow it all. She dug her fingers into his 
thighs, tried to tell him. Her cheeks ballooned wide with his sizzling 
spunk. 

"Suck it! Suck it all out, bitch!" he yelled, his fist a blur on his cock. 
"Eat my hot cum! Suck it all down!" 

There was another wet explosion, and Nancy felt another jet of cum shoot 
into her mouth. But she was full already, and the hot cock-cream began 
pouring from her lips in a rich overflow. Three heavy streams of sperm 
flowed from each corner of her mouth and they all drooled heavily down her 
cheeks and chin. A couple of streams flowed down onto her neck. 

"Eat it, slut! Eat all my hot cum!" he yelled, showing no mercy. And his 
fist slid down again along the bloated cock. 

But he was pulling back, seemingly aware of her problem. He could see her 
cheeks bulging, see the thick silver trickles of jizz drooling from her 
mouth. He let his cock slip from her lips and simply aimed it down at the 
spunk-filled opening. He continued to jerk off steadily. 

Nancy let her mouth sag wide and she felt the cum oozing from her lips in 
monstrous strings. But his cock still flexed, and as she watched his 
cock-tip opened and spat out a long streamer of cum that immediately- sealed 
one eye shut. She gasped in panic, wondering-again if she'd survive all 
this. It seemed like he had never-ending supplies of spunk to get rid of. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Mason groaned. He stared down at Nancy's soiled face, 
fascinated. 

The giant blast of cum had missed her mouth and shot up her face. It had 
crossed her cheek and her eye and then streamed off over her forehead and 
into her hair. He watched the thick cream attach itself to strand after 
strand of blonde hair. The jizz hung there like globs of wax. Her eyelid, 
blue with make-up, turned a wet shade of purple. 

And again his cock spurted, this time firing a jet up the center of her 
face, alongside her nose and between her eyes. It split her forehead in half 
before disappearing into the roots of her hair. The cum gleamed on her face 
like some huge white scar. It trickled down from the side of her nose along 
one cheek. 

Her mouth was clear again. She had gulped down the thick wads of jizz. And 
so now he plugged his prick between her lips again, spurted out the rest of 
his cum onto her tongue. But he couldn't take his eyes off her face, and the 
streamers of jizz splattered there. 

Chapter Six 

Hours later, when Mason woke up, sunlight was already falling across the 
rumpled bed. He thought he'd be exhausted, worn out from the wild night of 
fucking, but he felt terrific. Every muscle felt like it had been soothed 
and massaged. In a way he felt years younger. He hadn't enjoyed himself so 
much in a long time. He propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at 
the young blonde girl beside him. 

Nancy was still sleeping, her pretty face turned toward him on the pillow. 
She lay on her belly, and her bright blonde ringlets fell over one cheek. 
She looked so young and innocent, sleeping that way. Then he saw the dried 
trails of cum angling off from her half-open mouth. He felt a solid twinge 
in his limp cock. 

Very gently, so as not to disturb her, he lifted the sheet and peeled it 
down off her gorgeous young body. He could see the swell of one tit crushed 
beneath her. Then his eyes traced down her spine into the deep hollow of her 
back. He saw the black strap of the garter belt she still wore, and the 
black elastic suspenders snaking off over the sides of her ass-cheeks. His 
cock twitched some more. 

One leg was bent at the knee, with her ankle resting on the calf of her 
other leg. Her thighs were separated slightly and he could see a trace of 
blonde cunt-hair bristling up from below. He stared at her perfect pale 
ass-cheeks, at the gentle hump of them glowing in the sunlight. He folded 
the sheet off her all the way and groaned deeply. 

He couldn't help himself. Very slowly, he eased himself up and over on top 
of her, letting the thick log of his cock slot into the tight little groove 
between her ass-cheeks. As he sank his full weight on top of her he felt her 
ass-cheeks fit snugly on either side of his cock, nipping them in a soft and 
perfect grip. He supported himself partly on his elbows and snuffled into 
her ear. 

"Mmmfffmmm ..." she mumbled into her pillow, slowly coming to her senses. It 
took her several seconds to figure out what the weight was on top of her. 

Nancy felt chest hair against her back, and almost at the same second she 
felt the great thick log of a cock slotted perfectly along the crack of her 
ass. It wasn't fully hard yet, but it was throbbing steadily. She could feel 
it growing thicker, more solid between her ass-cheeks, the veins pulsing in 
its side. 

"Mr. Mason . . . mmmfff . . . what are you doing?" she breathed, trying to 
look at him over her shoulder. Beneath his weight she couldn't really move 
at all. 

"Have you any idea, sweet little girl, how good it feels to lie on top of 
you like this, with my cock lodged between your ass-cheeks? This is as close 
to heaven as I'll ever get." 

Very gently, he began moving up and down, humping her while his cock was 
caught tight in the grip of her ass-cheeks. His prick grew thicker and 
harder. 

Nancy didn't know what to say. She was still half-asleep. She heard him 
breathe more and more heavily in her ear and the log of his cock grew and 
grew till the bloated head was pressing into the small of her back. She lay 
beneath him helplessly, wondering what on earth he was up to. Was there no 
end to Mr. Mason's weirdness? 

"Mr. Mason . . . mmmfff ... I don't understand ..." she purred, her face 
pressed into her pillow. "What are you doing to me . . . what do you want?" 

For a while he didn't answer. He humped her more and more strongly, forcing 
his cock back and forth in the crack of her ass. He raised his chest off her 
back so that he could look down and watch his prick slide up and down. She 
was so slender and small, he noticed. Her waist was absolutely tiny. 

"You ever been fucked up the ass, Nancy?" he grunted. "You ever had a huge 
hard cock shoved all the way up that sweet little ass of yours?" 

Beneath him Nancy froze. Could he be serious? Was such a thing possible? Did 
he really mean to cram that huge cock of his up her asshole? She mumbled 
something into her pillow, not knowing what to answer. He had lifted up off 
her even more now and was steering his cock all over each of her ass cheeks. 
She could feel the stone-hard head of his cock denting first her left and 
then her right ass cheek. 

"How about it? How about a thick swollen cock bulling up your asshole first 
thing in the morning? What a way to start your day!" 

He steered his cock about some more, poked the thick head about in the crack 
of her ass. He even went as low as her cunt, and she felt the lovely 
sensation of prick-head against cunt-lips. Then he was grabbing his pillow, 
stuffing it beneath her belly. Her ass was suddenly tilted up toward him 
invitingly, as if he had her rolled over a barrel. He shoved her thighs 
apart with an expert motion. 

"Maybe a quick pussy-fuck first, hey? Just to get you in the mood. Just to 
get you good and wet. You ready? You ready for a nice hunk of cock up your 
sweet cunt?" 

He glared down at the upturned gash of her hair-lined cunt, at her split 
ass-cheeks and the inviting puckered ring of her girly asshole. He rubbed 
his now hard cock against her ass cheeks again, steered it around and around 
in preparation. Then he was planting his cock-head against her hairy 
cunt-lips and nudging his cock up and down. 

"Mr. Mason . . . ooooh ..." she purred, not knowing now what she wanted. Her 
pussy was quivering. She felt lovely tingling sensations running up into her 
belly. 

He slotted his bloated cock-head between her cunt-lips, pressed forward 
steadily. And soon the head and three inches of cock-meat had bulled into 
her slick cunt-hole. He pressed on, feeding her more and more prick-meat. He 
watched her pulpy cunt-lips fold themselves wetly around the bulk of his 
prick. She was growing wetter. He could feel the pussy juice slipping down 
from deep inside her. 

"Feels nice, hey? Feels good?" he growled. Another three inches of cock 
bulled into her cunt. 

"Oh yes . . . ohhh Mr. Mason, it feels so . . . good ..." she cooed. Her 
arms stretched out on either side of her and she caught hold of hunks of 
loose sheet with her fingers. 

His crotch hair scraped crisply against the cheeks of her ass, and he was in 
her all the way. He began pumping in and out, fucking her with steady, even 
strokes that sent his prick deep into her pussy. He propped himself up on 
his arms and fed her length after length of thick cock. Her cunt was slick 
and oily around the stiff cock-meat. 

"You like this? You like getting fucked from behind?" he teased as his ass 
pumped in and out with a regular motion. 

"Ohhh . . . yes! Ohhh . ... Mr. Mason!" she groaned. 

Nancy really was beginning to feel great. And for a second or two she hoped 
he'd forgotten all about what he was talking about before, fucking her up 
the ass and everything. This was what she wanted really, a nice big cock up 
her pussy-the cock of the man she admired most in the world. 

But he didn't fuck her pussy for long. It seemed like only a matter of 
minutes, in fact, and then he was pulling out, dragging his greasy cock up 
and down again in the crack of her ass. He was spreading goo around, daubing 
pussy-slime and pre-cum juice along the groove between her ass-cheeks. He 
made a point of spreading lots of slop onto the puckered ring of her 
asshole. 

And then he was prying her pale ass-cheeks apart, planting the rock-hard 
head of his cock against the small dimpled circle. He heaved forward, 
pressed more and more weight behind his cock. And Nancy felt herself being 
mashed down into the bed roughly. It was the strangest feeling! 

"What a sweet little asshole ... oh fuck . . . !" he croaked. He had a fist 
wrapped around his cock and he was supporting it, preventing it from 
bending. He heaved down harder and harder onto her puckered asshole. 

"Will it hurt? It's so big! Will your cock hurt me?" she pealed. 

Secretly Nancy didn't believe it could be done. She didn't think there was 
any way he could get his huge cock up her tiny asshole. 

But even as she thought this something seemed to give. There was a weird 
numbing sensation in her asshole and she knew she was opening for him. Her 
asshole was cranking wide to allow his swollen prick inside. She couldn't 
believe it was happening, but it was. He was plugging up her asshole with 
that giant cock of his. 

"It's going, baby. It won't hurt. Just relax. It's going," he croaked as he 
stared down and watched as first his cock-head then an inch or more of 
cock-meat drilled up her asshole. 

"It is! I feel it! Oh God!" she crooned, truly amazed. It was the weirdest 
sensation she'd ever experienced. She could still scarcely believe it was 
happening. 

"Take it all, baby, take it all ... " he groaned as three, four, five inches 
of cock bulled up her ass. 

Nancy clutched at the sheets and bit into a hunk of pillow. Her thighs were 
split as wide apart as they would go. Lower and lower he sank on top of her, 
drilling inch after inch of cock up her ass. She whimpered and moaned 
beneath him. Sparks flew up into her cunt and belly. 

"All the way, baby! All the way up your ass!" he grunted. 

And he gazed down proudly. Every last inch of cock was stuffed up her ass. 
His cock-hair tickled her ass cheeks. The bloated sac of his balls nestled 
against the tufted wet gash of her cunt. 

"Mr. Mason! Oh God! Oh God ..." she groaned. 

She squirmed beneath him on the bed, her body impaled on his thick cock. She 
felt as though she would split in half. But at the same time she felt 
wonderful, and didn't want him to remove his cock for anything. 

He rested for just a second, as if he too couldn't believe she'd taken the 
whole cock up her ass. He stared down at his crotch with a dazed and 
confused look. But then he came to his senses, and he was fucking her 
roughly, bulling his prick in and out of her girly asshole like his life 
depended on it. He heaved her back and forth on the bed as if she was some 
pretty little doll. 

"Mr. Mason ... oh God!" she gasped, her face scraping back and forth on the 
pillow. "It's so big! Your cock's so big and hard!" 

It was hard to tell if she was complaining or complimenting him. In any case 
he didn't pay her any attention. He bucked back and forth, his back arched, 
his ass pumping. And he drove his cock far into her sweet little girl ass. 
He watched her buns dent and warp around his invading dick. They looked so 
pale and small next to his ugly red cock. 

"How does it feel, little girl?" he said at last, ramming her more roughly. 
"How does it feel to get fucked up the ass by a big hard cock? You like it? 
It feel good?" 

"Mmmfff ... it feels so . . . weird. But nice ... I think I like it," she 
groaned. There was a break in her voice each time he jammed forward into 
her. She sounded like she was hiccupping. 

"I like it too," he grunted. "Fuck, do I like it! What a sweet little ass! 
You're so small and tight!" 

In and out of her he rammed, forcing her pale ass-cheeks apart with his 
fingers. He was mauling her ass, digging his fingers into the pale sweet 
flesh and leaving marks. But then his hands slid further up on her back and 
he was gripping the rear strap of her garter belt. He pulled on the black 
elastic strip as if he wanted to snap it. 

His balls were growing heavy. They swung back and forth and slapped onto her 
gaping wet cunt again and again as he moved. He felt twinges in the depths 
of his crotch, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was shooting. The 
thought of spurting up her ass made him smile. First her mouth, now her ass. 

"Fuck me deep, Mr. Mason," she panted softly. "Fuck me hard and deep up the 
ass." She was panting now just as hard as he was and she seemed every bit as 
excited. 

His balls churned even more at the sound of her words. He felt the sweet 
numbness begin in his thighs. He fucked her viciously, drilling every last 
inch of his blazing cock up her ass with every stroke. Her pretty little ass 
cheeks smacked against his thighs and he felt himself losing control. He 
didn't have to hold back this time. He could just let himself go. His head 
rolled back on his shoulders and his eyes clenched shut. He buried his cock 
in her one more time. 

And then he was exploding, bursting up her ass. Steaming hot globs of spunk 
were spurting out, drenching her asshole, firing off deep inside her. He 
felt his cock twitch, again and again, and each time it spurted out a great 
heavy knot of cum that seemed to sizzle. Her asshole seemed to be sucking 
the steaming jizz from him. 

"You're cummiinng! You're cumming up my ass! I feel it!" Nancy wailed, 
strangely thrilled by what was happening. "Shoot it deep! Shoot your lovely 
hot jizz deep up my asshole!" 

She held herself steady beneath him, her legs split wide. She was braced on 
the bed, her arms spread out on either side of her, her hands knotting up 
great wads of sheet. Her sweet young ass was curving up toward him, 
supported by the pillow. Each time he humped into her she was driven 
forward, her face mashed into the other pillow. Her big tits were squished 
beneath her. 

"Spurt it all out! Spurt out all your hot cum in my asshole!" she begged, 
weirdly excited by what he was doing to her. She couldn't explain why. 

He fucked her violently, plowing his cock again and again between the 
perfect twin mounds of her ass-cheeks. And he shot off wad after wad of hot 
steaming jizz, filling her, clogging her sweet asshole with cock-cream. He 
couldn't stop himself. He'd cum violently only hours before, yet he was 
spurting off spunk as though he hadn't climaxed in a month. 

His prick felt as though it was being peeled, and finally he pulled it back 
all the way out of her tight ass and laid it up at an angle between her 
twitching ass-cheeks. He pressed it down in the groove there, as if he was 
scared of it escaping. And he watched as it shot off jet after jet of silver 
cum out over her back. His prick was spurting like a hose. 

"What an ass! What a sweet fucking ass!" he groaned, watching a streamer of 
cum arc high over her back and splatter noisily between her slender shoulder 
blades. He stared down, fascinated, as the cum dribbled down her spine into 
the hollow of her back. The jizz shone like paint on her skin. 

"You're still shooting! Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped, her pretty head turned 
to one side. She felt the wetness drooling down her back. 

Another jet spurted free. This one arced up so high it landed in her hair, 
draping itself across her blonde locks like a twine of ribbon. Part of the 
jet fell across her left shoulder blade and the rest of it angled off over 
her ribs. It looked like a pale white scar on her back. 

"So much cum! So much!" Nancy muttered. Some of the cum that had landed in 
her hair was now dripping down onto her neck. She was amazed it had spurted 
so far. 

He quit shooting at last, and after several seconds he slowed down his 
humping motions against her ass cheeks. His cock, angled up over the small 
of her back, dripped lazy gobs of cum into the hollow there. It stayed hard 
as a rock for a long, long time. 

He sighed deeply, and wiped his cock clean across her ass cheek. Then he 
rolled off to one side and watched dazedly as great silver knots of cum 
drooled from her asshole. The stuff slithered out in fat gobs and soiled her 
thighs and the lips of her gaping cunt. Her asshole was a wide open circle 
the size of a quarter. 

"So much cum! So much!" she muttered over and over. 

Her voice was thick with sex. She lay passively across the bed, her arms and 
legs still splayed wide. One black stocking had broken free of its garter 
and was loose around the top of one thigh. 

"You're some fuck, little girl," he mumbled tiredly. "You're one sweet 
little hunk of ass." 

Mr. Mason lay on his side, watching her oozing asshole. He held his wilting 
cock in his hand and primed it lazily, milking out the dregs of his cum. He 
loved the sight of her, spread-eagled there on the bed on her belly. She was 
the most erotic little thing he had ever seen. And he wondered vaguely if he 
might get it up for one more round later. 

Chapter Seven 

Nancy felt grown-up at last. She thought of her trip with Mr. Mason as some 
kind of graduation ceremony. She'd gone to bed with a man, fucked him, and 
spent the night in a hotel bedroom with him. And she'd had his cock in every 
hole she possessed. How much more was there to learn about sex? How much 
more could there be to being a fully experienced woman? 

She felt strangely free, as if some great burden had been lifted from her. 
She felt confident and full of life. There wasn't anything that could scare 
her now. She had the world by the balls. Almost overnight she'd left behind 
all the girls and boys her age. It was a grown-up, adult world she was 
living in and she felt proud to be part of it. 

Only one thing bothered her, and that concerned her feelings for Mr. Mason. 
She'd thought she was in love with him. For months and months she was 
convinced of it. And in most ways the trip to the city had been as romantic 
as anything. It was everything a girl in love could want. It should have 
made her love him all the more. 

But really, she wasn't sure anymore that what she felt for Mr. Mason was 
love. And it was obvious to her that what he felt for her didn't qualify. He 
wouldn't have fucked her face, her mouth, her ass that way if he'd really 
loved her, would he? And he certainly wouldn't have called her all those 
dirty names! 

He had wanted to fuck her, do dirty things to her in a hotel room, and that 
was all. She knew that now. But then what had she wanted herself? Hadn't she 
asked him to do those things to her? Hadn't she teased him in the dining 
room and asked him to do dirty things to her later in their room? She'd been 
just as bad as him. She'd wanted sex too, not love. She realized that now. 

The thought made her blush. Only a few days before, she'd been a silly girl 
with a crush on a man old enough to be her father. She'd actually mistaken 
the feeling for something serious. The sex had cured her of all that, it 
really had. It had helped her see things clearly. From now on she'd try to 
act more maturely. She wouldn't try to make out all her feelings as 
romantic. 

And as luck would have it, she had an opportunity to put her thoughts into 
practice the very next week. Mr. Young called her, asked her to come by 
again for an afternoon. She accepted without hesitation. If she was really 
free and grown-up, she reasoned, she could accept invitations from anyone. 

Besides, she knew an afternoon with Mr. Young would mean more fucking. She 
doubted there was anything more for her to experience, but there was always 
room for more practice. It would probably be a lot of fun. She was sure he 
simply wanted her to fuck also, like Mr. Mason. She doubted he would even 
bother taking her picture again. It didn't matter. She wanted to see him 
again. 

She went over after school again, while it was still warm and sunny out. And 
much to her surprise he did want to take her picture again. But this time he 
had a video camera. He wanted to see her lovely body moving, he said. It was 
criminal not to capture the grace and sexiness of her movements. Nancy was 
flattered. She decided to go along with him, to let him do whatever he 
liked. 

Again there was no sign of his wife or kids around, and when Nancy enquired 
about them he said they'd left him. He didn't discuss it further, and she 
hesitated to ask anything more. But she secretly wondered if maybe Mr. 
Young's love of young girls had anything to do with the break-up. It must 
have happened before she herself had fucked him, in any case. There was no 
point in her feeling guilty. 

Mr. Young wanted to do some shooting out by the pool, but first he had her 
change into a special outfit he'd gotten for her. As she changed Nancy 
couldn't help but smile to herself. 

The outfit consisted of a white cotton dress and a matching set of sexy 
underwear. Apart from the color, it was just what Mr. Mason had made her 
wear. Why was it these older men liked to see her dressed in garter belts 
and stockings? - She didn't have much time to consider the matter. Mr. Young 
hustled her out by the pool before the sunlight faded. He had her parade 
back and forth in her white cotton dress while he followed her with his 
video camera. Then he made her stand in a certain spot while he called out 
special instructions to her. She did exactly as he told her. 

First he made her pull the dress apart at the top, so that both her big tits 
hung out into the open. The sunlight fell across the rich globes, 
high-lighting the pink nipples. He muttered his approval as he beamed the 
camera her way. He had it propped on one shoulder like the TV news 
cameramen. 

Then he made her lift the loose dress up on either side of her, exposing her 
lovely legs and crotch. He sank to his knees and shot her from crotch level 
for a while, clucking with approval as the sun streamed across her. He made 
her hold the dress up for long minutes while he moved in closer. 

In addition to the white garter belt and sheer white stockings, he had made 
her wear a pair of see-thru white panties. The blonde V of her cunt hair was 
clearly visible through the flimsy lace material. The white garters snaked 
down each of her golden thighs, framing her cunt. The brief triangle of 
panty flattened down the curls of pussy-hair. 

"Tug on your panties, just like we did the other day," he told her. "Let 
them slip inside the lips of your cunt." 

Nancy smiled and did as she was told. She felt so much older and more 
experienced now, doing this for the second time. She felt no resistance. She 
was enjoying herself, showing off her fresh young body in its lewd underwear 
and loving every minute of it. If this excited him, who was she to argue? 
She enjoyed doing what turned men on. 

Her fingers hauled up the triangle of panty, and the crotch band slipped out 
of sight between the pulpy hair-lined lips of her cunt. Young kneeled in 
close to her and his camera whirred. He told her how much he loved her tan, 
and the way it contrasted with the sheer white of the garter belt and 
stockings. He praised her the whole time, told her how beautiful and sexy 
she was. 

Nancy began to wonder when he'd fuck her, or get her to suck him, or 
whatever it was he wanted her to do. He seemed in no hurry. He seemed quite 
content to photograph her and enjoy the late afternoon sunshine. And for the 
time being she was willing to go at his rate. Still, she was happy when he 
told her to pull down her panties and split wide her cunt for the camera. 
She knew they were getting close. 

"Pull your cunt apart, just like you did before," he said, leaning over her. 

She was sitting back on a deck chair now, exposing herself for him. Her 
panties were hooked uselessly around one ankle and her dress was falling off 
her shoulders. Really, she was as good as naked. 

"Are you going to fuck me again, Mr. Young?" she asked at last, her pussy 
beginning to moisten. "Are you going to fuck me out here on the patio?" 

She was really curious. She wanted to know. As her fingers pulled apart on 
her cunt-lips she could feel pussy slime oozing down from deep inside her. 
She wanted to know if she was getting all excited for nothing. 

"I had a little something special in mind," he muttered, squinting at her 
through the camera. "Can you guess what it is?" 

Her cunt was gaping obscenely wide and he leaned over to photograph it 
eagerly. Nancy felt her heart lurch. Something special! Whatever could he 
mean? Surely there was nothing left which would surprise her at this point. 
Hadn't she been fucked in every possible way? Hadn't she sucked cock? Hadn't 
she been fucked up the ass? What could he possibly come up with that would 
be special? 

For a few moments he went right on shooting her, as if this was all part of 
a day's work for him. He saw droplets of moisture slip down over her 
cunt-lips like syrup. Finally he stood up, tilted his camera to one side. He 
took a few steps away from her, called something in the direction of the 
house. Nancy stared at him in amazement. 

The door that led to the basement suddenly burst open, and two tanned, 
muscular young men went leaping and yelling toward the pool. They were 
dressed in nothing but very brief bathing suits, she noticed, and as they 
ran their tanned thighs flexed and the bulges in their trunks strained. They 
dove head-long into the water with tremendous splashes. Sprinkles of water 
sprayed about her feet. 

"Mr. Young! Who?" she began, completely confused. Quickly she tried to cover 
herself with the open dress. She turned to one side on the deck chair and 
closed her legs coyly. 

Mr. Young was filming the antics of the two boys in the pool. He trained his 
camera this way and that as they swam back and forth like two highly 
conditioned athletes. He was smiling, obviously enjoying his little 
surprise. For the moment he acted as if Nancy wasn't even there. 

"Mr. Young! Who?" she began again. But then she broke off and watched with 
Mr. Young as the two men stepped dripping from the far end of the pool. They 
came striding toward her across the concrete, trails of water splattering 
behind them. They were smiling and gasping loudly. 

"Nancy, meet Eric and Nicky,". Young said, as if he was introducing them at 
a cocktail party. "These two guys are the something special I promised you. 
I think we're all going to get along just great together." 

Nancy stared from Mr. Young to Eric to Nicky, not understanding. She smiled 
a little uncertainly as first one then the other of the young men leaned 
down to kiss her hand. They were both dripping noisily. They loomed over 
her, all muscle and highly conditioned meat. Their fine young bodies gleamed 
with water and health. 

"You're a very pretty lady," Eric said gallantly. 

"Mr. Young's told us all about you," added Nicky. 

Again Nancy stared about her in confusion. Told them what, she wondered. 
What could Mr. Young have possibly told them about her? That he'd 
photographed her in the nude? Taken dirty photographs of her? That he'd 
fucked her silly in his studio? Nancy blushed and immediately felt childish 
for doing so. 

"I want some shots of you with Eric and Nicky," Young explained. "'Just 
relax and get to know each other. Pretend I'm not even here." 

Nancy glared into the camera self-consciously, suddenly not relaxed at all. 
She was very much aware that her big tits were lolling out into the open and 
try as she might she just couldn't haul her dress back into place over them. 
She was having a hard enough time keeping her oozing crotch covered. And the 
two strange young men could stare down at her nakedness at will. 

"Mr. Young ... I don't understand . . . " she murmured, feeling very shy and 
foolish. "What do you want me to do?" 

For the moment Young didn't answer. He crouched down a few feet in front of 
her with his video camera whirring. Eric had padded around her chair and now 
she had a young man on either side of her, dripping onto the concrete. She 
glanced from left to right and blushed to see that their crotches were at 
the level of her face. Each pair of trunks bulged dangerously. 

"Do what comes naturally. Feel the bulges," Young told her, as if he was 
amazed that she could be so dense. "Rub your hands all over their trunks." 

Nancy stared at him in amazement. Just what was he getting her into here? 
She felt a hot flush of embarrassment flow through her. Yet at the same time 
she was scared of appearing foolish in front of the three of them. She 
didn't want them to think of her as a young and silly schoolgirl. She wanted 
to appear mature and experienced. 

Shyly, she reached up both hands, touched her fingertips to the bulging 
fronts of both pairs of swimming trunks. She seemed to feel electric sparks 
shooting up her arms. Beneath the latex suits the cocks and balls swelled 
out. She could see each curving stony outline angling up from the mounds of 
balls. 

"That's it. Play with them. Feel them," Young instructed. He moved in closer 
with his camera. 

Nancy planted her hands more firmly on the swelling bulges, ran her fingers, 
up and down on the curving cock outlines. The pricks began to grow and 
stiffen at once. Even through the suits she could feel them throbbing. She 
touched the balls, felt them squirm. And she watched the cocks angle up 
under the tight bikini suits. 

"Pull the suits down. Let the cocks pop out," Young went on. 

It was obvious he wasn't talking to Eric or Nicky. The two young men stood 
quite passively on either side of Nancy, their hands on their hips. They 
stared down at her without making any attempt to help her. 

The two cocks were just about bursting free of the suits anyway. As Nancy 
turned to Eric she could see his cock-head nudging its way up beyond the 
elastic suit-top. All she had to do was hook her fingers into the trunks and 
pull down slightly. Suddenly both thickening cocks were rolling free like a 
couple of logs. 

"That's nice. That's real good," Young praised, filming everything. He 
recorded Nancy tugging eagerly on the suits, a look of strange concentration 
in her eyes. 

Nicky's cock burst free of his trunks and sprang out at her like a snake. It 
swayed and bounced in the air in front of her, jutting forward stiffly. It 
was eight inches long and growing. Nancy stared at it nervously. Then turned 
back to examine Eric's swelling prick. 

It was thicker than Nicky's prick, darker and uglier. Its head was huge and 
purple, like some discolored mushroom. Two great fat blue veins pulsed in 
the shaft like worms. The more they throbbed, the stiffer Eric's cock grew. 
It angled up toward her, pointing first at her navel, then at her tits, then 
at her chin. It looked like it would be over a foot long when fully erect. 

"Mr. Young ..." she began-, suddenly turning her eyes to him for guidance. 

She had both pairs of trunks tugged down clear of the cocks and balls. But 
she was unsure what to do next. Her heart pounded dully. 

"AH the way. Pull them all the way off," he told her as he panned the camera 
across her face, from cock to cock. 

Nancy did as she was told, sitting up straight to force the trunks down. Her 
tits hung free and naked in front of her. She had long since stopped trying 
to cover her crotch with her hand, and her blonde cunt showed clearly 
between her hooked-up legs. For the time being she seemed to have forgotten 
her own nakedness. 

"Good. Now we can go in the house and really get down to business," Young 
said. 

He stood up, smiled down at Nancy's confused and achingly pretty face. She 
stared back at the camera, all innocence and sweetness. On either side of 
her face hung the great ugly cocks, still growing, still swelling. They 
loomed out beside her like thick threatening snakes. They cast shadows 
across her tits. 

Chapter Eight 

Nancy sat on the bed in Mr. Young's studio, naked but for her white garter 
belt and stockings. On either side of her were Eric and Nicky, each with one 
leg on the bed. Their cocks stuck out over her shoulders. She had her 
fingers touched to the undersides of them and she was smiling for the 
camera, as if she was being photographed with her relatives. 

Her smile was a bit uncertain. She still wasn't quite sure what Mr. Young 
wanted of her. But she knew she would find out soon. She was a little scared 
of the two handsome young men, who looked like actors or something. But Mr. 
Young would steer her through. She trusted him. She watched him bob and 
weave in front of her, recording everything. 

"Suck their cocks," he said suddenly. "Kiss them. Lick them. Use that sweet 
little mouth of yours to make them good and hard and stiff." 

Nancy froze. Her smile faded. Could he be serious? Did he really want her to 
use her mouth on two guys at once? Two guys she didn't even know? Being 
photographed naked with them was one thing, even touching their cocks was 
okay. But sucking the both of them? When she'd only just met them? He had to 
be kidding her. 

"Suck them! Suck their cocks!" Young growled. He sounded like a harsh 
teacher yelling at a particularly slow student. It was obvious he wasn't 
kidding. 

Shyly, Nancy raised the cocks to her face. They were heavy and throbbing on 
her fingers. She turned to one side, lowered her face, stuck out her tongue. 
She licked the head of Nicky's cock quickly, then pursed her lips and 
planted a wet kiss against the purple dome. His cock flexed and shuddered on 
her fingers. 

"That's better. And Eric. Don't forget Eric," Young went on. His camera 
whirred on his shoulder. 

Nancy turned toward Eric, dipped her face to kiss and lick his cock-head the 
way she'd done with Nicky. His cock felt like a hunk of lead pipe as she 
tilted it to her mouth. It was over ten inches long now and it still hadn't 
stopped growing. Her lips could fold only partway down over the big purple 
tip. But she sucked it gamely, teased it with her lips. 

"Good. Keep that up," said Young. "Go from cock to cock. Suck them both. 
Make them both hard. I want them fully stiff for when they fuck you." 

Nancy stopped in mid-suck. She rolled her big blue eyes at Young and her 
mouth fell open. What was he talking about? Did he expect her to fuck both 
these guys as well as suck them? Was he crazy or what? What did he think she 
was? She tried to say something. She was about to protest. But suddenly her 
head was tilted to one side and Nicky shoved his huge cock-head against her 
mouth. 

She began sucking in spite of herself. She needed the time to think. Two 
men, at the same time! He expected her to fuck and suck two men at once! And 
while he filmed the whole thing. What a weird, kinky situation. How had she 
gotten into it? What was it about her that made men think they could use her 
like some kind of slut? 

Nicky shoved forward and three or four inches of blazing cock rammed into 
her mouth. Her cheek swelled out of shape and her lips stretched in a tight 
seal around his cock. She slid her tongue back and forth, licked the 
underside and the head of the swollen prick. She moved her head back and 
forth in a sexy sucking motion. 

"That's real good! Suck cock! Suck cock!" Young praised. He loomed in real 
close with his camera.. 

Nancy did as she was told, amazed that all this was happening so fast. She 
didn't really have time to protest. She was being swept along by the whole 
crazy set-up. It had gone from a sexy little modeling session by the pool to 
a possible orgy, all within a matter of minutes. She sucked on Nicky's cock 
with a kind of wild desperation. 

But then Eric was scraping her cheek with his own cock, obviously put-out 
that Nicky was getting all the action. Nancy pulled her mouth off Nicky and 
turned to Eric, trying her best to get his giant prick between her lips. His 
cock was so thick. It was as big as her forearm, and the head was swelled 
out like some weird growth. 

"Suck it! Stuff it in your mouth!" Young growled. He was the only one saying 
anything. Up to now, the two young men had barely said a word. All they did 
was grunt and groan. 

Nancy blocked the gaping oval of her mouth with Eric's cock-head, then tried 
her best to move forward. Her lips stretched tight and it appeared she 
wasn't going to get anywhere. But then suddenly she twisted her face 
slightly, and most of the giant head slid into her mouth. One more slight 
adjustment, and the rest of the cock-head followed. 

She paused, snorting, her lips folded down just below the ringed flange of 
his cock. Then she pressed forward and took another inch and a half of 
prick-meat into her face. Her tongue curled back and forth, licking the 
underside of his cock-head. She pursed her lips again and again. It was as 
close as she could come to sucking him. 

"Yeah. Very nice. Suck it like that," Young grunted. "Use your mouth on him 
just like that." 

Her hand clutched the base of Eric's cock, and she pumped it as best she 
could with the head locked between her lips. Her other hand was still 
wrapped around Nicky's cock and she jerked him off steadily, keeping his 
prick stiff till she could get back to him. She could feel the power surging 
under her fingers. 

She was just getting used to this, just getting used to having Eric's 
monster cock embedded in her mouth, when Young asked her to change position. 
He had Nicky haul her up onto the bed proper, on her side, with one leg 
stuck up high in the air. Then he instructed Nicky to crawl around behind 
her and stick his cock up her cunt. He wanted her to get fucked while she 
was sucking Eric. 

Nancy felt she should protest.. This is where she should draw the line if 
this whole wild session wasn't going to turn into an incredible orgy. But 
her mouth was full of cock. Eric's prick was stuffing her mouth to capacity. 
And besides, she admitted with a blush, she was beginning to feel really 
horny. Maybe she'd let things proceed for just a little while longer. 

"Up her cunt. Cram your cock up her cunt," Young barked. 

He had a perfect frontal view of Nancy's near-naked body. Between her split 
legs he could see the tufted gash of her pretty cunt. Her white garters 
stretched down her thighs, tugging harshly at her White stocking tops. 

Nicky was on his side behind her and he angled his body forward now and 
poked his cock out between her legs. His hand steered the cock about, poking 
the head blindly through her pubic hair. And finally he found the soft wet 
hole of her cunt. He prodded his cock forward, shoved the head and several 
inches of meat between her cunt-lips. He began fucking her steadily. 

"Yeah. Good. Real good," Young grunted. 

He backed off so that his camera could record the fact that Nancy had a cock 
in her mouth and her cunt at the same time. His voice was growing husky with 
excitement. 

Nancy's mind reeled. It was hard for her to believe this was happening. Two 
cocks inside her at the same time . . . one in her mouth and one up her cunt 
. . . what was happening to her? This was a lewd, dirty, kinky situation, 
and she was in the middle of it. She was letting it happen. How had it come 
about? How had she gotten into this situation? 

She was too confused to think. And both men now were jerking and thrusting, 
driving their cocks into her poor, helpless body. If she'd been feeling sexy 
before, with just Eric's cock in her mouth, now she was beyond the point of 
no return. Nicky's cock plunging in and out of her cunt was driving her 
crazy. Already she could feel her climax growing, deep inside her. She 
didn't want him to stop. 

"Shift her around," Young was grunting. "Get her up on her knees and fuck 
her from behind while she sucks Eric. I want to shoot her from every angle." 

And Nicky was doing as he was told, like some robot. He pulled his cock from 
her cunt, gripped her around her waist, hauled her up till she was swaying a 
bit uncertainly on her hands and knees. Then he knelt behind her, poked his 
cock back into her cunt. He began fucking her all over again. Not once had 
she stopped sucking Eric. But both men were now on their knees on either end 
of her. 

"Perfect. Fucking perfect," Young praised. "What a hot piece of ass she is. 
Fuck her good. Eric, fill her face with cock. She loves it, I can tell." 

On and on it went, with both men feeding her cock in easy, steady motions. 
And all the while Nancy felt her climax approaching, growing stronger and 
stronger in her crotch. She sucked Eric's cock for all she was worth, 
driving her mouth back and forth as well as she could on his bloated prick. 
She bucked herself back onto the spike of Nicky's cock as it bulled in and 
out of her pussy. 

Until finally Eric broke his silence. "I want to fuck her for a while. Let 
me fuck her," he said. And everybody changed position yet again. 

' " - 

- Now Nancy was flipped over onto her back. Nicky knelt beside her head and 
poked his cock down into her face. She opened her mouth and began sucking 
him right away, not wanting him to grow soft. Meanwhile, Eric had spread her 
legs, crawled between her thighs, prodded her gaping cunt gash with his 
bloated prick. He heaved forward and his cock began its slow lunging motion 
into her pussy. 

"Mmmmmmm!" she groaned, out of her mind now with lust and need. Her belly 
was quivering. Sparks were flying in her crotch. Her cunt grew numb as his 
giant cock bulled into her. 

"Great! Fucking great!" Young croaked, kneeling on the bed beside them with 
his ever-present camera. 

He swept his lens back and forth over Nancy's gorgeous young body, from her 
cock-stuffed mouth to her cock-stuffed pussy. He was obviously excited at 
the shots he was getting. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Eric groaned. 

Eric's cock felt like it was being peeled in her tight cunt, but he kept on 
driving forward. He didn't stop till every last inch of his cock had 
disappeared up her cunt. He rested on top of her a moment before he began 
fucking her. 

But then all at once he was all motion, a regular fucking machine. In and 
out he bucked, filling Nancy with cock again and again. Eric fucked her with 
strong, even lunges, burying his hard-on up her pussy and carving her wide 
open. Her flat brown belly quivered each time he drove forward into her. 

Her head was tilted back, and her mouth was wrapped lovingly around the top 
third of Nicky's reddened prick. All resistance was drained out of her. She 
was having the time of her life. Sweet sparkling sensations kept rippling 
through her. She heaved herself up from the bed as far as possible, impaling 
herself again and again on Eric's monster cock. Her tongue licked crazily 
from side to side on Nicky's cock. 

"What a sight! What a fucking sight she is!" Young commented, though no one 
paid him the slightest attention. Nancy and the two young men were acting 
now as if they were completely unaware of the camera. They were fucking and 
sucking her as if there were no one else present. 

The climax kept building in Nancy, like some gorgeous balloon of feeling 
that grew larger and larger. She'd never felt so strange and lovely. And she 
thrilled at the thought of having two cocks inside her at the same time. 

Only a few minutes ago the idea shocked her. She was convinced it was 
"something only a slut or a whore would do. Now she loved it. She never 
wanted the lovely feeling to end. 

"You guys okay? Can you hold out for a while yet?" Young wondered. No one 
answered him. He kept right on filming. 

The two men fucked Nancy as if their lives depended on it. They carved their 
cocks every which way in her mouth and cunt. They looked as though they 
could continue forever, like two well-oiled fuck-machines. Every movement 
was steady and practiced. They didn't waste any energy and they appeared in 
complete control, as though they would only come when they wanted to. 

Nancy, on the other hand, was going crazy. She was writhing and squirming on 
the bed, twisting her mouth and cunt around on the blazing pricks. Her big 
tits were wobbling about like mounds of Jello, and Nicky reached down and 
pawed them with his strong fingers. Her belly was twitching and rippling. 
Her whole body was trembling. 

"She's cumming. I think the little bitch is cumming," Eric grunted, his 
first words in many long minutes. "Look at her suck. Look at her." 

Young tilted his camera toward her face. 

She was indeed sucking Nicky's cock crazily. And her hand was wrapped firmly 
around the length of prick that wasn't in her mouth. She was pumping him 
wildly, as if she couldn't wait to taste his cum. His poor prick gleamed 
redly, as if it was raw and very sore. 

And meanwhile Eric's monster cock lunged back and forth in her cunt and 
drove her crazy. The lush feeling inside her was growing even stronger, 
expanding. She humped her ass up off the bed, met Eric thrust for thrust. 
She whimpered and groaned on the huge cock embedded in her face. She was a 
wild thing between the two men. 

"What a hot little cunt! Look at her!" Eric croaked. 

His face was red and slick with sweat. But his movements remained steady. In 
and out he drove his huge cock. 

All at once the big bubble inside Nancy burst, and she was full of hot 
climax. She trembled over and over, her belly quivering. Her tits tingled 
under Nicky's fingers. She was cumming, exploding in cock-lust. She lost all 
control of herself and let the twin pricks tug her every which way. She made 
loud groaning sounds deep in her throat. 

"She's going wild! The little slut's sucking my cock off!" Nicky moaned. He 
stared down at her pumping hand and wondered if she'd tear his cock up by 
its roots. Her lips and tongue were doing amazing things to him. He'd never 
been sucked with such enthusiasm. 

"She loves it! She fucking loves it!" Eric hissed. Her cunt seemed to be 
trembling all along the length of his cock. His cockhead felt like it was 
being tickled. 

"Fuck her. Don't stop fucking her," Young grunted. "I want her good and 
ready, good and wet for a cock sandwich. As soon as she settles down I want 
you to fuck her up the cunt and up the ass at the same time. Keep giving it 
to her." 

Nancy's mind reeled. Even in the middle of her climax she was very much 
aware of what he was talking about. She'd had her cunt fucked. A few days 
earlier, she'd been fucked up the ass. Now she was about to experience both 
things at once. She was going to be sandwiched between the two men, with a 
cock up her cunt and a cock up her ass. And the idea didn't disgust her. It 
thrilled her to her bones. She was ready for it. She was ready for anything. 

"Mmmfffmmm!" she wailed on Nicky's cock. 

Chapter Nine 

"Sit on it! Sit on his cock!" Young was yelling. 

Several minutes had passed and Nancy had finally stopped cumming. She was 
feeling deliciously lazy, and wanted nothing more than to lay down and rest. 
But Eric and Nicky still had blazing hard-ons, and she was responsible. They 
were going to sandwich-fuck her right away, whether she liked it or not. 
Young was going to film as much of it as he could. 

Eric was flat on his back on the bed, his huge cock jutting up through his 
fist like a red spike. Nancy was straddling him a little shakily, one leg on 
either side of him. She was weak in the knees and needed help from Nicky to 
stay upright. He was helping her lower herself onto Eric's hard-on. 

Young dithered about in back of her, yelling out instructions. He watched 
her knees bend and her legs split wide. He saw her hand snake down and grip 
Eric's cock around its tip. Nicky supported her with his arms under her 
armpits, his hands clamped on her big lush tits. His own hard-on scraped 
against her hip. 

"Lower. Lower. Sit on it! Stuff it up your cunt!" Young grunted. He still 
had his crazy camera hooked onto his shoulder. 

Nancy was squatting low. Her legs were damn near bent double. The loops of 
her white garters snaked loosely along her thighs. Her cunt gaped wide, and 
she easily nudged the bloated head of Eric's cock between the pulpy wet 
lips. Then she shifted about from side to side, adjusting herself. Finally 
she let her full weight sink down onto him. His thick cock began bulling 
inside her. 

"That's it! That's good!" Young praised, watching the huge prick disappear 
up between Nancy's legs. "Sit on the fucking thing. Stuff it all the way up 
your cunt!" 

A half, then two thirds of Eric's cock slid up her cunt. Then Nicky let her 
go and she heaved forward with a contented sigh. Her big tits scraped Eric's 
chest and flattened slightly as she fell further forward. All of the cock 
bulled inside her and her legs scissored out on either side of him. From 
behind, her ass cheeks looked split very wide apart. 

"Up her ass! Fuck her up her ass, Nicky!" Young croaked. 

He seemed closer to losing control than either of the two young men. His 
voice was ragged and hoarse. In his crotch, a huge bulge had developed. But 
still he wouldn't let go of his camera. 

"So much cock! So much!" Nancy bleated. 

Her voice sounded strange. She hadn't spoken for ages. Her mouth had been 
stuffed with cock for most of the afternoon. 

Nicky was climbing in back of her, lowering himself, gripping his cock 
firmly in his hand. He planted his cock-head against the puckered ring of 
her asshole, steadied himself, then heaved forward, trying to stuff his cock 
up her ass in one full motion. He almost succeeded. Her asshole offered no 
resistance at all. But only six inches disappeared with this first lunge. 
Not till the second try did all of Nicky's cock vanish up her ass. 

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh fuck!" she moaned, out of her mind with lust. 

She was crushed between the two muscular bodies. Her girlish young frame was 
completely trapped between two hulking males. 

And both their cocks were embedded inside her, so close together. She felt 
stuffed, clogged, bloated with cock. At times there didn't seem to be 
anything separating the two cocks at all. It was as if they were both 
stuffed into one fuck-hole. She felt them both trembling, like huge snakes 
inside her. She felt as though they would split her in half. 

But it felt so good at the same time. It was the wildest, weirdest feeling 
she'd ever had. She felt so dirty, so kinky, to be letting this happen to 
her. And she was also letting Mr. Young film the whole thing! What would it 
look like, she wondered, her small young body crammed between the two big 
muscular ones. God, was this ever dirty! 

The two men seemed to be waiting for something. And all at once when Young 
muttered at them they began fucking her, pumping themselves back and forth. 
They shoved their cocks in and out of her, drilled her ass and her cunt at 
the same time. Behind them Young crouched down and recorded the weird 
stuffing. He grunted and groaned his approval. 

"Fucking great! What a scene! What a fucking filthy scene!" he growled. 
"Cock-sandwich! Cock-sandwich!" 

Nancy's legs were splayed wide. From behind he could see her white stocking 
tops and part of her garters and the sweet pale cheeks of her girlish ass. 
Below, Eric's balls rested on his thighs and the great curving stony rod of 
his cock arched up between her warped and sucking cunt-lips. Just above this 
Nicky's cock bulled down into her ass, cranking the cheeks wide. His balls 
hung down and quivered with each thrust. 

"So much cock! So much!" Nancy wailed. And the sound of her voice seemed to 
reach Young for the first time. 

He continued filming for two or three minutes, it seemed. The double-fuck 
seemed to go on for a long time. But then he was standing up, climbing back 
on the bed, moving round in front of Nancy. Her face was tilted upwards, 
achingly young and pretty but slightly distorted in a wild snarl of lust. 
She gazed up at him, her mouth gasping wide. 

He filmed her like that for a while, watching her head jerked forward again 
and again as the men shoved into her. But then he was unbuckling his belt, 
dropping his pants, wrangling his cock free of the tangles of his shorts. 
His prick sprang out like a striking snake and bounced in front of her face. 
Then he was grabbing it firmly in his fist. 

"More cock . . . more cock ..." she muttered, so dazed she barely knew where 
she was anymore. Her eyes seemed to focus on this third stiff prick, but it 
was hard to tell if she was seeing it properly. 

"Eat it, slut! Eat my cock!" Young grunted. 

But before he would allow her to do that he steered his hard-on every which 
way on her pretty face, smudging off pre-cum juice into her cheeks and nose 
and forehead. He smudged the cock-head across her mouth two or three times. 

Then suddenly it was between her lips, the cock-head and three inches of 
cock-meat stuffed into her face. And she was sucking him, circling her 
tongue around and around his prick and caressing him with her lips. Her 
cheeks hollowed and swelled by turns. She made loud wet sucking sounds. 
Another inch of cock-meat slid into her face. 

Three cocks, she thought, three big stiff cocks inside me at the same time. 
Every fuck-hole plugged, every fuck-hole stuffed with twitching, heaving 
cock-meat. The notion made her head reel, and for a second or two she 
thought she would faint. She was being pulled every which way, the three 
cocks forcing her from side to side. It was too much. Surely it was too much 
cock for any one teenaged girl to handle. 

Yet she was doing it, she was managing. Three men were fucking her at the 
same time and she was taking it. Her slender sexy body was absorbing damn 
near a yard of stiff cock. Oh God it was strange. And she'd thought she knew 
all there was to know about cocks and fucking and sucking. She'd never know 
everything. Never. There was too much strange stuff. 

The triple gang-bang seemed to go on and on and on. The men had amazing 
staying power. They lunged back and forth, filling her with cock, and she 
lost all track of time. But she was vaguely aware of Young's camera whirring 
still. And she heard very clearly after what seemed like hours his order to 
pull out of her. What she heard next she didn't at first believe. 

"Jerk off on her. Cover her with cum. Splatter her face and tits with jizz," 
Young was saying. 

There was a sudden tangle of bodies on the bed and Nancy felt herself being 
flipped over on her back. She suddenly felt very empty with no cocks inside 
her. 

Young climbed up over her, sat on her rib cage and lunged his cock down 
between her tits. He humped back and forth, fucking her tits, while his 
ever-present camera loomed down over her. On either side of her she was 
aware of Eric and Nicky. They had grabbed each of her hands and wrapped them 
around their cocks. Then they folded their fists over hers and helped her 
jerk them off. 

She was aware all at once that all three cocks were aimed at her face. 
Eric's and Nicky's loomed just above her, over each cheek. They pulsed and 
throbbed threateningly. Young's cock bumped up and down in her cleavage, and 
after every stroke she felt his cock-head poke her chin and angle up over 
her face. It was plain what they all intended to do. 

"In my face . . . you're all going to spurt your jizz in my face ..." she 
muttered, feeling it would somehow make sense if she said it out loud. 

Nancy glanced nervously from cock to cock, wondering vaguely if this could 
really be happening. She didn't know whether to be thrilled or disgusted. 

"In her face! Splatter your cum all over her face!" Young yelled. He had now 
forced his cock down deep into her cleavage with one hand and he was fucking 
her tits viciously. 

Nancy waited patiently, knowing what had to happen in a very few seconds. 
Her heart pounded dully. And almost automatically, her mouth opened. She 
tilted her head from side to side gently, her eyes following first one cock 
then another. Her tongue stuck out in invitation. 

"Sonovabitch! Oh fuck!" Nicky grunted. 

And a giant rope of silver cum shot from his cock and fired directly between 
her gaping lips. The white jet bounced over her tongue, grazed her top lip, 
then slid in a great heavy stream into her mouth and on into her throat. The 
cum gleamed on her pink tongue like a streak of paint. 

"Sssppplllfff . . . mmmmmm!" Nancy gasped, smacking her lips, swallowing 
down as much of the jizz as she could. It was thick and slimy in her mouth, 
like hot syrup. It slithered to her belly in strings. 

She was about to open her mouth for more. Her lips were already parting. But 
Nicky shot off another huge streamer of jizz too soon. It went splattering 
up her face in twirling globs, decorating her from chin to hairline with a 
series of thick silver splotches, all connected by a gleaming white string. 
Nancy gasped in shock and stared up at him as if he'd insulted her. There 
was a sexy little pout on her mouth. 

"Beautiful! Fucking perfect!" Young praised, still fucking her tits. His 
cock was like an ugly red log in her cleavage. 

"Sonovabitch! Oh fuck!" Nicky repeated. And his hand pumped down over hers 
on his cock, tugging and yanking. 

A jet of cum hit her in the mouth and went slithering off over her cheek. 
Again she was smacking her lips, swallowing deeply. A large part of the 
cum-jet had fallen into her mouth. But most of it skidded across her face, 
marking her from her mouth to her eye with a silver cum-scar. Trickles of 
jizz ran off from this jet down her cheek and off her jaw. 

He tilted his cock higher, pulled it some more. And a monstrous ribbon of 
jizz flashed out at an angle over her face. It splashed up one cheek and 
across the corner of her eye, finally ending up draped over her forehead. 
The lashes at the corner of her eye sealed shut, as if they'd been glued 
together. Cum dribbled down over her temple. 

Eric began cursing under his breath. He called her slut and cunt and whore 
and bitch. And his monster cock began to flex strangely. He held it up over 
her face and squeezed it. And a stream of cum the thickness of his finger 
poured down like silver onto her left eye. It poured and poured and poured, 
like wax from a spout. And it curled around and around on her clenched eye 
in a weird swirl. 

The rope of cum snapped, broke, fell splashing down her cheek to her ear. 
But almost at once another stream began. And this one he unwound on her face 
like a silver ribbon, decorating her forehead, her nose, her cheek bone with 
a pretty white coil. His face was rapt in concentration, as if he was a 
little boy icing a cake. 

"Fucking great! Fantastic!" Young croaked, his voice hoarse. His cock seemed 
to expand between her tits. 

Nicky fired off one more jet. It shot directly between her gaping wet lips, 
smacking her so hard her teeth rattled. Her tongue was again coated with a 
thick blanket of jizz, and gamely she swallowed, siphoning down all the hot 
cream. The overflow poured from her lips in a steady stream. It ran off her 
chin and dribbled down into the hollow of her neck. 

"Sonovabitch! Oh fuck!" Nicky croaked one more time. He continued pumping 
his drooling prick, letting glob after glob of warm cum splatter across 
Nancy's already drenched face. 

Eric was still steering his cock back and forth, up and down, pouring out a 
steady flow of spunk. He drooled a string of cum along her hairline, across 
her forehead, over her one clear eye. He slopped out silver goo all over her 
left cheek and her right, as well as up both sides of her pretty turned-up 
nose. He also let wad after wad slosh down onto her gasping, oozing mouth. 

"Splatter her! Fucking splatter her!" Young groaned. By now he sounded a 
little crazy. His prick had turned a weird dark brown color between her 
tits. 

"Bitch! Cunt! Slut!" Eric growled. And another thick wad of jizz draped 
itself over the bridge of her nose. 

Nancy tried to stay calm. She did her best not to panic. But there was so 
much cum. And it didn't seem to be letting up. Again and again she felt hot 
wet splashes of it fall across her face. Her mouth was clogged and one 
nostril was already blocked off. Would they choke her? Would they drown her 
in cum? 

She felt another jet of Eric's spunk splash into her face. And another. And 
she began to sigh with relief that he must be almost done. But while he 
still held his drooling cock over her left eye, there was a strangled groan 
from Young. She felt yet another hard cock being pressed against her face. 
She tried to gulp in air. 

Young had hauled his cock up out of her cleavage and now he had it propped 
up against her chin while he jerked off. His prick recoiled, like a rifle 
being reloaded. And a giant streamer of cum two feet long shot across her 
mouth, bounced off the side of her nose, and cascaded over her eye in a 
thick swirl. She winced at the force of the blast. It was as if she was 
being slapped in the face with a wet rag. 

The jet got caught up in her hair and it hung there among the blonde 
strands, gleaming brightly. It was like a twelve inch slice of silver ribbon 
looped over the side of her head. Eventually thick pearls of it began 
dripping and drooling down behind her ear and along her neck. The strands of 
blonde hair were matted together. 

"She's covered in it! The little slut's covered in hot cum!" Eric yelled. A 
string of jelly-cum slopped from the end of his cock and fell across her 
nose. 

Young jerked off furiously, firing two quick jets of cum between her gasping 
lips. Once again her mouth was clogged, and silver spunk overflowed her lips 
in steady drooling streams. But then he angled his cock from side to side, 
spraying her, making sure every last inch of her pretty teenaged face was 
clogged with goo. 

It seemed important to him. 

The cum sprang out in heavy ropes, looping in the air because he kept his 
cock moving. The square foot above Nancy's face was a regular blizzard of 
jizz. And there were wet splattering sounds as again and again the jizz 
tumbled down onto her. Her eye make-up and lip gloss shone deeper shades of 
blue and red under all the white cream. 

Suddenly Young crammed his cock down between her drooling lips and let it 
spurt again and again into her teeming mouth. She tried to twist her face 
away but her lips were sealed around the bursting prick. One, two, three hot 
jets of jizz shot into her mouth. And she was gagging, choking, gulping on 
the thick slime. 

Finally, in panic, she snorted it up her nose, and great white bubbles 
formed and popped at her nostrils. Young began cackling crazily at this. And 
his fist pumped more wildly on his twitching cock. So that it burst free of 
her mouth again and began to spray her face all over again. Cum oozed from 
between her lips in a monstrous silver flow. 

"You'll drown the little bitch! You'll choke her!" Nicky croaked, wiping his 
cock clean in her hair. 

Young ignored him, swirling his cock every which way. Nancy's face, once so 
pretty and innocent, was gradually being lost under a blizzard of jizz. She 
was no longer recognizable. Silver pools filled her eyes, her mouth. Her 
cheeks, nose and forehead were crisscrossed with thick white stripes. Her 
neck and chin were covered in cum. Her hair was soggy with it. 

And Young wasn't finished. With his cock still spurting he began rubbing her 
face with it, spreading the cum about all over her. He watched her spout and 
sputter, hot cum drooling from her mouth. And he laughed. He laughed at her 
shining, cum-splattered face and slopped more and more sperm onto her. He 
was cackling crazily. 

"Young, you're crazy!" Nicky grunted, resting his cock on Nancy's drenched 
forehead. 

"Fucking right. You're a fucking maniac, Young," Eric added. But he leaned 
over with his cock and helped smudge and smear the jizz about on Nancy's 
helpless young face. 

The three men stared down at her, amazed at what they saw. And Mr. Young 
went on cackling crazily. 

Chapter Ten 

Nancy stayed home from school for three days to recover from her wild 
fuck-session with the three men. She told her mother that she had cramps and 
couldn't get out of bed. This wasn't too far from the truth, at least not on 
the first day. Her body was sore and achy from all the ass-fucking and 
everything. But really there wasn't much wrong with her physically. Her 
problem was in her head. 

She couldn't get over what had happened to her. Again, she was in a state of 
shock and confusion. Three men had taken her and fucked her silly in every 
hole she possessed. They'd gang-banged her and spurted so much cum on her 
she thought she was going to drown in it. It had been a day she'd never 
forget. 

What disturbed her most was that she'd enjoyed every minute of it. She'd 
loved having dirty sex with three horny men. She'd even got off on the fact 
that Mr. Young had put the whole crazy session on video tape. Surely there 
was something wrong with her. Was it normal for a teenaged girl to do such 
things and like it? Was she a nympho or something? It was all so confusing! 

Still, staying home brooding about it didn't seem to help. It only confused 
her more. Half the time she didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what 
she'd done. And at the end of three days she decided that she needed some 
adult advice. She needed someone to tell her she wasn't a slut or a whore, 
and that what she'd done wasn't shameful-or at least not so shameful that it 
could affect her whole life. 

She decided to go see Mr. Mason. He was the man she most looked up to in the 
world, even if she knew she wasn't really in love with him. Maybe he would 
be able to reassure her, set her mind at rest. He was old enough, mature 
enough. Surely he could advise her what to do. Without bothering to phone 
first, she set out for his house, hoping that his new wife and kid weren't 
around. 

And they weren't. But then neither was Mr. Mason. The front door was opened 
for her by his son, Roger, who was home from school for a mid-semester 
break. His father and stepmother were away for the day, he told her. But 
wouldn't she come in and visit for a while anyway? 

Nancy hesitated. But after a moment she followed Roger into the house. She 
had to talk to someone, even if it was a virtual stranger. 

He made her feel right at home, speaking to her as if he'd known her for 
years. And though at first she was very shy with him she soon began to 
relax. He smiled at her a lot and asked her interesting questions. And after 
half an hour he asked her what was wrong with her. It was obvious that 
something was, he added with a smile. And so she might as well go ahead and 
tell him before he pried it out of her. 

She smiled back at him, feeling somehow that she could trust him even though 
she didn't really know him. And before she quite realized what she was 
doing, she was telling him about Mr. Young, and the video camera, and the 
two horny young men. It all came out in a rush, and as she talked about it 
she felt herself growing easier in herself. She didn't really feel 
embarrassed with him at all. 

"And so Mr. Young filmed you, wearing nothing but a garter belt and 
stockings, while you romped about with two young studs?" he summed up, 
watching her with new interest. 

"Yes," she said shyly, and a slight blush did creep onto her pretty face, in 
spite of herself. 

She sat across the room from him with her knees clutched primly together. 
They were in Mr. Mason's den, where Roger appeared to have made himself at 
home. He sat at the desk and watched her. 

"And what exactly . . . did he make you do with these two guys?" he went on, 
a slight catch in his throat. 

Nancy looked so young and innocent sitting there in front of him. Too young 
and innocent to have had any sex at all, let alone been involved in some 
wild orgy. 

"He made me . . . you know . . . suck their cocks. Then he had me get on the 
bed and let one of them fuck me while I sucked off the other." She sounded 
as though she was relating the story to a high school counselor. And sitting 
at his desk like this, that's exactly what he reminded her of. 

Roger cleared his throat and shifted a little in his chair. He didn't want 
to appear shocked and throw her off. But he felt a definite twitch in his 
cock at what she told him. As his prick started to erect he hoped she didn't 
notice the growing bulge in his crotch. 

"Both . . . both of them? You fucked and sucked both of them at the same 
time?" he croaked. 

He couldn't take his eyes off her now, and for the first time he noticed the 
swell of her heavy tits inside her blouse. She wore blue eye make-up and red 
lip gloss to make her look older. And her platinum hair squiggled down 
prettily on either side of her face. 

"Yes. Isn't it terrible? And later on even Mr. Young got into the act. He 
made me suck his cock while the other two guys were fucking me up the ass 
and up the cunt." 

"Up the ass and up the cunt? At the same time? While you were sucking Mr. 
Young? You mean you had three cocks inside you at the same time?" In spite 
of himself his voice had risen. He sat up straight in his chair and he could 
feel his cock throbbing painfully now in his crotch. 

"Yes. Aren't I awful? Do you think I'm a slut for letting them do that to 
me? Do you think I'm a whore?" She stared at him with her big innocent blue 
eyes. Her wet red lips had parted into a sexy oval. 

"Nnnnn . . . no, of course not," he hissed. He had a sudden wild desire to 
drop to the floor and do push-ups, or dash to the bathroom for a cold 
shower. 

"But three men at the same time! And later on they jerked off all over me. 
All three of them spurted sperm in my face. I was covered in it! I couldn't 
see anything. I could hardly breathe. It was really weird!" 

"Sweet Christ ... I mean I'll bet! It must have been awful for you. It must 
have been disgusting and degrading and-" 

"But that's just it! It wasn't! I liked it! I liked taking on three men at 
the same time! I actually enjoyed it, in a weird way, when they all spurted 
their cum all over me! Is there something wrong with me? Am I some kind of 
pervert or what?" 

She stared at him eagerly, with her wild blue eyes. She sounded genuinely 
curious. And she was looking at him as if he could provide all the answers. 

"Hey ... I don't know ... a person has every right to do what they enjoy, 
you know . . . " he mumbled. "If you enjoyed yourself and nobody got hurt, 
then I don't see the harm. And as for you're being a slut or a whore ..." 

He didn't have time to finish what he was saying because Nancy dashed across 
the room and threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him to her. Her 
big lush tits mashed against his face and he could feel the harsh scrape of 
a long nipple even through her clothes. His cock arched up higher in his 
crotch and made him very uncomfortable. 

"Oh I'm so glad to hear you say that!" she purred. "I was scared I was 
turning into a tramp or something! What a relief!" 

She stood up straight in front of him and beamed down, her blue eyes 
shining. She really did look relieved, as if what he'd said was all she 
needed to hear. She breathed deeply, her tits rising and falling. Her face 
was full of affection for him, as if he was her long-lost brother or 
something. She could see he had the same features as Mr. Mason, only 
younger, and even more handsome. 

Looking up at her, now Roger appeared to be the shy one. "That garter belt 
and all . . . are you wearing it today by any chance?" he asked, suddenly 
sounding like a little boy. 

Nancy giggled, relief putting her in a playful mood. "As a matter of fact I 
am," she cooed. "Want to see?" 

Slowly, she raised her skirt, revealing bit by bit the black stockings that 
Mr. Mason had bought for her. They weren't the pair she'd worn at Mr. 
Young's, but they were close enough. She lifted the skirt up onto her waist, 
so that he could see the black garter belt and the suspenders snaking down 
her thighs. She'd added a pair of brief black panties for modesty's sake. 

"Sweet Christ!" he muttered, staring into her crotch. 

"Do you like them? Do you think they're sexy?" she purred. 

Roger didn't answer. Instead he fell on his knees in front of her and mashed 
his face against the black triangle of her panties. He began kissing and 
licking her cunt through her pants. He was like a man eating his first meal 
in days. Nancy smiled down at him indulgently. She wasn't surprised at what 
he was doing. She wasn't shocked. It took a lot to shock her these days. 

"Why, Roger, I think you're excited," she teased. "I think telling you all 
this has gotten you all hot and bothered. Is that so? Am I right?" 

For reply Roger snorted and snuffled into her crotch, scraping his tongue 
over the dry silky material of her sheer panties. In seconds her crotch was 
soaking wet, and the outline of her hair-lined cunt was quite clear through 
the pants. He rubbed his hands up and down the backs of her slender legs, 
loving the feel of her dark stockings against his fingers. 

"Do you want to eat me? Is that what you want?" she smiled. 

Her hand had come up to caress the back of his head tenderly and she was 
running her long fingers through his hair. Her other hand held her skirt up 
out of the way. It was bunched up in a roll around her belly. 

Roger continued slurping and slobbering at her cunt through her panties. He 
was like a wild man. But then suddenly he backed off her, fell back on the 
floor in a tangled heap. He was undressing, snapping open his belt and 
unzipping his fly and struggling to shove his pants and shorts down his 
legs. He kicked his legs in the air comically, and finally succeeded in 
getting his feet free of his clothes. His cock bounded free. 

Nancy was laughing at him, at his flailing legs and his reddening face. And 
when he finally lay back on the floor wearing nothing but a T-shirt she 
moved down toward him, her skirt still hauled up over her crotch. Expertly, 
she slid her panties down off her legs. Then she stepped over Roger, planted 
a foot on either side of his head. Slowly, she began to squat down on top of 
him. 

Watching the blonde tuft of her cunt lowering toward his face, he thought 
he'd died and gone to heaven. It was just too good to be true. Then her 
fluffy beaver was on his mouth and he was lapping at it happily, licking it, 
poking his tongue up and down each of her pulpy wet cuntlips. Her cunt 
smelled sweet and fresh and girlish. It was delicious. 

"Is that what you want? You want to eat my pussy?" she giggled. 

She squatted over him lightly, her knees bent, as if she was taking a piss 
on the ground. And she let him lick and suck her cunt with his hungry mouth. 
Little tingles of pleasure shot up into her belly. 

Roger made wet slurping sounds. He lifted his head some, pressed his mouth 
more firmly on her gaping cunt. He stuck his tongue deep inside her and 
diddled it around. Her cunt was opening for him, cranking itself wider and 
wider as he sucked. Warm pussy-juice began to slither down from deep inside 
her. She began to moan a little with pleasure. 

"Would you like to see my titties? Would you, you naughty boy?" she teased. 

And it suddenly occurred to her that this was how she'd gotten his father 
started what seemed like so long ago. Only then she hadn't had the guts or 
experience to say it in so many words. God, how innocent she had been! 

She was pulling at her dress, opening up its front. And suddenly her 
gorgeous young tits tumbled into view like over-ripe fruit. The nipples were 
swollen already, and were still growing. And he stared up from his vantage 
point between her legs with wide eyes, never once stopping his sucking. Her 
tits loomed out above him like two huge quivering pink mounds of Jello. 

"Mmmmfff . . . sssppplllfff . . . !" he croaked, his nose buried in her 
muff. 

Her cunt had gaped wide and settled down over his mouth like some wild 
sucking creature. He was lost in a sea of cunt, under the shadow of her 
tits. 

Behind her, his cock rose up like a granite column. And she finally reached 
around and closed her fist on it, squeezed it playfully. It was hard and 
long and solid, just like his father's prick. She began to pump it, to wank 
it steadily in her hand. As she twisted to one side her big tits stretched 
into interesting shapes on her chest. 

"It feels nice, to have you eat me," she murmured, shifting her cunt up and 
down slightly on his mouth. "It's getting me so hot and horny. I think I'm 
going to have to fuck you, Roger Mason. Would you mind? Would you mind if I 
sat on your nice hard prick?" 

Roger snorted and gasped against her cunt like a drowning man. He sounded as 
though he'd welcome any change in position. She really was too much cunt for 
him. And when she lifted off his face he breathed deep as if he'd just been 
rescued. He lay flat on his back on the floor, quite passive and helpless. 
He stared at her swaying tits with amazed eyes. 

"I'm going to sit on your cock, Roger. Do you mind?" she said. And she 
heaved herself backwards, letting go of his cock just long enough to pass 
her squatting body over it. Then she grabbed it again, held it upright while 
she shifted herself back and forth. Finally she planted the cock-head 
between the gaping lips of her cunt. She smiled at him, winked, then sank 
down with a loud sigh. 

His prick bulled into her. He tilted his head up and watched it disappear an 
inch at a time. He saw her tits sway down, her head roll back as she let go 
of his cock and forced her cunt down on the last couple of inches. When her 
crotch hair meshed with his she rested a moment and stared down into his 
face with a mischievous grin. Then she began a steady chugging up and down 
on top of him. 

"Sweet Christ," he muttered, leaning on his elbows. 

He could see his greased cock appearing and disappearing as she pumped 
herself up and down on top of it. His balls grew numb and heavy. 

"Do you like it? Do you like me fucking you this way?" she teased. Her 
pretty blonde curls bobbed up and down as she moved. Her heavy tits joggled 
and swayed. 

"Sweet Christ!" he repeated. 

Nancy was enjoying herself. She was having fun. She was fucking a guy she'd 
just met and she wasn't feeling any guilt over it. Roger was a nice guy and 
he reminded her a lot of Mr. Mason, in looks if nothing else. But she 
certainly wasn't in love with him, she wasn't in love with anyone. And she 
didn't need to be, anymore, to fuck and enjoy it. 

She felt grateful to him for what he had said, even if he didn't mean it. 
And chugging up and down on top of him there she forgot all about her shame 
and embarrassment over having fucked and sucked three men at once. It had 
happened. It had been fun in a wild, kinky way. She shouldn't be ashamed of 
it. She shouldn't be ashamed of anything ever again. 

She was young and pretty and she had a body that made men go weak in the 
knees. Lots of men and boys were going to want to fuck her. From now on she 
was going to enjoy it. She wasn't going to ask herself any more questions 
about it. If it felt good, she would do it. Nothing else mattered. 

As for Roger, it looked as though from now on he was going to find her hard 
to resist. Maybe she'd see more of him, on his frequent trips home from 
school. He was at least closer to her age than any of the other men she'd 
been involved with and he wasn't attached. But Nancy didn't want a 
boyfriend. She wanted to enjoy lots of men. But he would be nice to talk to 
about it all. And he would be nice to fuck once in a while. 

"Sweet Christ! Ohhhhhh!" he croaked, his face all red and straining. He 
heaved his ass up off the floor and knifed his cock deep into her belly. 

"Are you having fun, Roger? Are you enjoying yourself?" she teased. She 
pumped herself up and down on him without missing a beat. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh!" he gasped. "Ohhh fuck!" 

And his balls burst, spurting up great wads of cum that shot from his 
cockhead like jets from a hose. One after the other the jets sprang out, 
spraying her twat with thick hot streams of cock juice. He was spurting just 
as hard as his old man. He seemed to have gallons of jizz to get rid of. 

"Spurt it! Spurt it hard up my cunt!" Nancy wailed, bobbing up and down. "I 
love it! I love hard spurting cocks! Give it to me! Give me all your 
steaming hot jizz!" 

And she gazed down at him, laughing. 


End
