A Sitter for Sucking
by Steve Golden


Chapter 1 

When Connie Smith arrived at the Crawford house, the door was opened by a 
man she'd never seen before. He was middle-aged and very handsome, and he 
stared at her tits so long and hard that she blushed with embarrassment. The 
pretty teenager felt almost naked in front of him. 

"I'm Connie, the babysitter," she muttered shyly. "Mr. Crawford said to be 
here by eight thirty." 

He didn't say a word. He just kept staring at the big beautiful tits 
swelling out the front of her T-shirt. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off 
them, and she glanced down in confusion. The cotton was stretched taut over 
the bulging mounds, and she knew her stubby nipples were visible through her 
sheer bra. 

"Yes, come on in," he said at last, stepping to one side. "I'm Ron, Mr. 
Crawford's brother. I'm visiting here for a few days. He and Marge are still 
getting ready." 

He followed her down the hall, and Connie could feel his eyes on her the 
whole time, taking in her trim little ass and the cute wriggle of her 
perfectly rounded hips. The pretty blush on her face grew deeper as she sat 
on the couch in the living room and looked at him. 

"Well, Phil told me you were pretty." He grinned at her. "But you're more 
than that, aren't you? You're really a gorgeous little thing." 

He continued smiling at her for a while, then dropped his eyes again to her 
heavy tits. Connie wished she hadn't worn such a tight T-shirt. She tugged 
her short skirt down an inch or two, but she couldn't hide her lovely 
slender legs. She tried to think of something to say to distract him. 

"I didn't know Mr. Crawford had a brother," she said finally. "In all the 
time I've been babysitting, he never mentioned you." 

"He's probably ashamed of me." He smiled, coming to sit by her on the couch. 
"I'm not a stable family man like he is. I was divorced twice before I was 
thirty." 

He moved closer to her, till she could feel the warmth of his thigh against 
hers. And for one crazy second she thought he was going to take her in his 
arms and kiss her. But he seemed content just to sit and stare at her. She 
felt her heart begin to pound slowly. She'd never been this close to a 
good-looking older man before. 

He looked very much like his younger brother Phil, now that she thought 
about it. And that was part of the problems. Connie had been hung up on Phil 
Crawford for weeks now, almost from the first night she came babysitting for 
him and his wife. She'd longed for him to pay her the kind of attention Ron 
was now paying her. And of course he never had. 

But having Ron flatter her like this was almost as good. He wasn't half as 
nice as his brother, she realized. Ron Crawford obviously had only one thing 
on his mind. But he was just as dreamy-looking and sexy. And if she closed 
her eyes, she could pretend it was Phil and not Ron leaning close to her on 
the couch. 

"Do you have a boyfriend, Connie?" he whispered suddenly. "Do you let him 
play with those big beautiful tits of yours?" 

Connie gasped out loud and stared at him. For a second she wondered if she'd 
heard right. Her mouth opened and closed. She tried to think of something to 
say, but no words came. Her heart pounded crazily. She felt she was on the 
threshold of something very adult and exciting. 

Fortunately she didn't have to reply. Mrs. Crawford chose that moment to 
enter the room and announce to Ron that they had to leave right away. They 
were already late for the party, and Phil was out in the car waiting for 
them she said. She nodded coolly at Connie but didn't say anything to her. 

"You two go on ahead without me. I'll follow in my own car," Ron replied. 
"There's something I have to do here first. It can't wait." 

He had jumped up from the couch as his sister-in-law entered the room. Now 
he stood there looking confused and patting his pockets, as if he were 
trying to remember where he'd put something important. 

Mrs.Crawford sighed and glared at him wearily. 

"Well don't be late. And don't get lost," she whined. "Do you have the 
address written down?" 

Ron assured her that he had, and without even saying goodbye, Mrs. Crawford 
was gone. There was the sound of a car backing out of the driveway, and then 
everything was quiet. Ron looked over at Connie and grinned wickedly. 

"Do you really have something to do?" she asked, knowing in advance what the 
answer would be. 

"Of course not. I just wanted to get rid of the bitch. I don't want to go to 
this stinking party anyway. I'd much rather stay here and get to know a 
certain teenaged babysitter with a stunning body." 

Connie blushed yet again. But she was flattered and excited by his 
attention. Why, he had to be forty-three, forty-four years old, yet he acted 
as if she were a mature and desirable woman. He looked at her as if she were 
the most beautiful girl he'd seen. 

"Actually, there is something I've got to do. And that's measure those tits 
of yours." He smiled. "Come on, I have to see if they're for real." 

He didn't wait for her to reply. He reached over and grabbed her hand, then 
hauled her quickly down the hall and into a room that Mrs. Crawford used for 
sewing. It was obviously being used as a guest room while Ron was visiting. 
In one corner was a bed. His suitcase stood to one side. 

He set Connie in the middle of the room and fumbled about in a drawer for 
several seconds. Finally he hauled out a rolled-up tape measure and turned 
to grin at her lewdly. He swiftly looped the tape around her shoulder blades 
and out in front of her. His fingers held it firmly against her nipples. 

"Thirty-eight inches. I don't believe it. Your tits measure thirty-eight 
fucking inches," he gasped. His fingers pressed the tape more firmly against 
her springy tits and he looked her directly in the eye. 

"I could have told you that," she whispered shyly. 

She was blushing yet again, partly because of the dirty words he was using, 
and partly because the touch of his fingers on her tits was sending sparks 
through her. No one had ever touched her like this before, and it felt 
wonderful. She didn't want him to move his hands off her heaving tits. 

"I don't believe it. You're going to have to take off your T-shirt and bra, 
so that I can see for myself if they're for real." And he let the tape slip 
down around her waist, and then further, till it was around her hips. He 
took careful readings at each place. 

Connie stood there passively, her heart pounding. All kinds of strange, 
exciting feelings were rushing through her. Her nipples were tingling. They 
were getting stiffer and harder in her bra, she could tell. Now that he was 
holding the tape just above her crotch, there was a sweet sensation between 
her legs as well. 

"I don't believe it," he said. "Fuck, little girl, you've got the body of a 
porno star here. Take off your top. I've got to see these tits in all their 
glory." 

He unwound the tape from around her hips and sat down on the edge of the 
bed, watching her. He spoke as if what he asked was the most natural thing 
in the world, but Connie wasn't so sure. Little warning voices in the back 
of her head told her she was in new and dangerous territory. 

"Go ahead. Don't be shy," he encouraged. "Surely you've shown off those 
terrific tits to some lucky guy before now." 

That did it. The last thing Connie wanted was for him to think of her as an 
inexperienced little girl. She crossed her arms, clutched at her tight 
T-shirt, and hauled it quickly up and over her head. Her bright blonde hair 
was mussed prettily around her achingly lovely face. 

Her tits bulged lewdly from the cups of a flimsy white, lace bra. They were 
pressed together tightly, like over-filled balloons. Through the sheer 
material he could see the dark circles of her areolas and the stubs of her 
nipples. His cock twitched nervously in his pants. 

"Jesus Christ," he muttered softly. He couldn't take his eyes off the 
swelling, oozing tits. 

"There, are you satisfied? Now do you believe they're for real?" She stared 
at him with her big innocent, blue eyes. She had unhooked her bra and let 
her tits fall free. She was completely naked from the waist up. 

"Jesus Christ," he repeated. And then he moaned softly under his breath. 

They were, quite simply, the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. Not only 
were they big, and full, and heavy, but they were perfectly shaped, like 
huge pears. The lower, paler parts curved up in lovely swells toward two 
perfect, puffy circles the size of silver dollars. And on top of these were 
two half-inch-long, rock-hard nipples jutting to the ceiling. His mouth 
watered. 

"They're fucking gorgeous. And definitely for real," he admitted, his voice 
tense. "Now take off your skirt. I want to see the rest of you." 

Again the warning voices sounded in Connie's head. She was half-naked in a 
bedroom with a sexy man old enough to be her father. Who knew what would 
happen if she did as he told her and stripped all the way? She should 
refuse. She should say no and leave the room right away. That's what any 
sensible girl her age would do. 

"I'm not sure I should," she said lamely, feeling childish and silly. Her 
fingers hesitated at the zipper of her skirt. 

"Take off your skirt," he ordered, his voice stern for the first time. 
Obviously he wasn't going to take no for an answer. 

Connie unzipped the skirt and let it slip softly down her slender legs. She 
draped it over a nearby chair and stood in front of him wearing nothing but 
a pair of sheer, white panties. She blushed yet again. She knew that through 
the nearly transparent material, he could see the sparse blonde bush of her 
cunt mound. 

"You're perfect. Fucking perfect. I've never seen such a gorgeous body in my 
whole life," he mumbled, as if talking to himself. "Take off your panties. 
Pull down your pretty panties for Uncle Ron." 

Connie looked into his face for some hint of a smile as he said this, but 
there was none. He was deadly serious now, and a fine layer of sweat had 
broken out on his brow. There was a light in his eyes she hadn't seen 
before, and his breathing seemed to have quickened. 

She ignored the last of her warning voices and hooked her fingers into the 
elastic waistband of her panties. She bent over slightly as she pushed them 
down, and her big tits swayed out heavily in front of her. She almost fell 
over when the panties got caught stretched between her knees, but she 
righted herself. Soon she was standing in front of him, completely naked. It 
was the first time a man had ever seen her this way. 

"Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful," he growled, his eyes taking in every 
inch of her lush teenaged body. "Come here. Let Uncle Ron get a closer look 
at you." 

He held out his hand, and slowly, self-consciously, she crossed the few feet 
of carpet to the side of the bed. She felt his hands circle her tiny waist, 
then trace around back of her and down. His fingers smoothed down over the 
trim, perfectly shaped globes of her ass. He began to squeeze and caress the 
firm flesh gently. 

"Such sweet tits," he grunted. And he stuck out his tongue and touched the 
tip to one solidly erect nipple. He circled his tongue around and around the 
rock-hard nipple, teasing her. Finally, he sank his whole mouth onto the 
swollen tit and began to suck shamelessly. 

"Mr. Crawford! Ooooh!" she moaned. Sparks of pleasure were shooting into her 
tit. She glared down at the top of his head, scarcely believing what he was 
doing to her. 

He was damn near chewing on her nipple, using his lips and tongue and teeth 
to draw the swollen stub up to its full height. His hands squeezed and 
kneaded the cheeks of her ass, pulling her firmly to him. Connie felt 
herself grow weak in the knees. She was experiencing feelings she'd never 
had before in her whole life. 

"Mr. Crawford, you're sucking me!" she gasped. "You're sucking my titty! 
Oooooh!" 

"Fucking right," he grunted, spitting the first nipple from his lips. It 
jutted up wetly now, nearly an inch into the air. "And that's not all I'm 
going to suck before I'm through." 

He sank his mouth over her second nipple, taking in the entire areola and 
quite a hunk of tit-flesh at the same time. He began sucking noisily, like a 
man with his first meal in days. One hand had sunk down deep between the 
cheeks of her ass, and she felt a strong finger probing and poking at the 
entrance to her asshole. She squirmed about in front of him, not sure what 
to do. 

Finally she circled his shoulders with her arms. She had to, in order to 
support herself. Her knees felt weak and wobbly and she was scared she'd 
sink in a heap to the floor. Her big tits heaved against his face. He was 
chewing her nipple as if his life depended on it. 

Suddenly his strong arm was circling her waist, and he spit out her nipple 
abruptly. Her feet left the ground. He was lifting her, twisting her around, 
flopping her down on her back on the bed. Her big tits wobbled and 
separated. Her legs seemed to fall wide apart without her willing them to. 
He was grinning down at her with a lewd, wicked smile. 

"Spread your legs wide, baby. Uncle Ron's going to eat your sweet cunt!" And 
without another word he dipped his head and began licking her belly, her 
cunt bush, her upper thighs. He left trails of saliva all over her flawless 
brown skin. 

Eat her cunt? Connie wondered what he meant. Surely he wasn't going to lick 
her, to kiss her down there, between her legs? But he was. He was. She could 
feel his mouth on the pulpy lips of her pussy. His fingers were touching the 
lips, prying them apart. And then his tongue was dipping inside her, licking 
and teasing all the oily pink flesh. Mr. Crawford was licking her pussy. He 
was eating her cunt. 

"Oh Mr. Crawford! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Sweet melty feelings were soaring up between 
her legs. Her belly fluttered wildly. 

He still had one hand lodged firmly between the cheeks of her ass, and now 
he began corkscrewing his middle finger against the puckered ring of her 
asshole. The finger slid past the first knuckle, and the second. Soon he had 
his long middle finger firmly embedded up her ass. He could control her now. 

The fingers of his other hand held her puffy wet cuntlips wide apart. He had 
a perfect view of her inner pussy and all the bright, pink flesh oozing out 
at him. He licked up one side and down the other and then probed his tongue 
deep up her cunthole. She began to squirm and wriggle like a wild girl. And 
there were whimpering sounds coming from her throat. 

"Mr. Crawford! Oooooh, Mr. Crawford!" 

Her eyes were closed tight. She couldn't believe she was feeling so good. 
Then without warning she thought of his brother Phil, the man she'd had a 
crush on for so long. If she concentrated real hard, she could imagine it 
was Phil eating her pussy, Phil corkscrewing his finger about up her ass. 
And these thoughts only made the strange feelings stronger. She felt faint, 
as if she'd pass out from all the pleasure pouring through her. 

"Mr. Crawford, I feel so funny! I feel so nice!" she raved. She raised her 
ass up off the bed and mashed her pussy onto his face. 

He sucked and slobbered on her cunt, showing her no mercy. And when he 
finally located the erect bud of her clit, he licked it hungrily. She went 
wild, squirming and writhing on the bed crazily. If he hadn't had his finger 
lodged firmly up her ass, he'd have lost control of her. She might not know 
it, but the little girl was cumming, and cumming hard. 

"Mr. Crawford! Oh God! I feel so good!" she whimpered. She humped her pussy 
back and forth on his mouth. 

Her cunt was wide open. The sweet-smelling teenaged pussy was oozing and 
gaping onto his sucking mouth. Oily cum-juice soaked his chin, his lips, his 
cheeks. Her cunt bush was matted with gooey slime. Connie's body was arched 
high off the bed. Only her shoulders and her feet touched the cover. 

"Eat me, Mr. Crawford! Eat my pussy, please!" she yelled. "Don't stop! Don't 
ever stop! I love it! Oh God!" 

And he stayed with her, corkscrewing his finger around up her ass and 
licking and sucking her gaping pussy without letup. He wanted to leave her 
limp. He wanted her to be passive and ready for anything by the time he got 
through with her. 

"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" she whimpered, her voice a low croak. She sounded as if 
she were about to burst into tears. 

He sucked her clit hard. He nipped at it with his teeth and tongue. And her 
cries of pleasure grew louder and more desperate. She was bucking her hips 
up and down, crushing her cunt onto his mouth again and again. Until finally 
she gave one last lunge that damn near snapped his head off. Then she sank 
back onto the bed, exhausted. 

He stayed with her for some time, chewing still on her oozing cunt. He 
listened closely as her cries became softer and softer. There was an 
occasional quiver from her pussy, and her thighs opened and closed nervously 
about his head. But the worst seemed to be over. He raised his greasy face 
from her pussy finally and grinned at her. 

"Did you enjoy that, little girl? Did you enjoy having your sweet cunt 
sucked?" He grunted. "It sure looks like it. Your cunt's an oily, sticky 
mess. What do you say we clean it up before we go any further? Why don't we 
shave off all this wet pussy hair, for starters?" 

Chapter 2 

Connie gazed at him, not fully understanding. She lay on the bed in a heap, 
her legs spread wide, her cunt open and glistening. She was still in a daze 
from her climax, and she was barely listening to him. When he left the room 
briefly, she closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep. 

But her doze didn't last long. She snapped awake and propped herself up on 
one elbow as she felt something wet and warm being spread all over her 
pussy. Ron Crawford was crouched between her legs, a spray can of shaving 
cream in one hand. He was smoothing lather all over her pussy hair, and down 
between her thighs. 

Then, before she could protest, he was moving a safety razor about on her 
skin, scraping off great wet hunks of hair. It was the weirdest sensation, 
and if she hadn't been so shocked, she would have laughed out loud. The 
razor tickled as it moved expertly over her crotch. 

"I want a nice smooth cunt when I fuck you," he said. "Nice and smooth and 
clean. You understand?" 

Connie's mind was totally alert and clear now. And she stared at him with 
wide eyes. Up to this point, all she'd thought about was her own pleasure. 
She'd been carried away with all the sweet sensations running through her. 
But what about him? He must have been getting more and more excited the 
whole time. He needed relief too. It had just never occurred to her that 
he'd get it by fucking her. 

"You've gotten me all hot, letting me eat this sweet little pussy of yours." 
He scraped up a swath of lather and hair, wiping it on a towel. "My balls 
are aching. My cock's nice and thick and ready for you." 

He finished scraping the lather and hair from her pussy mound, and 
concentrated on the more delicate job of shaving alongside her gaping pussy. 
He forced her thighs wide apart for this, and pushed the pulpy lips of her 
cunt to one side. He moved the razor expertly, leaving the skin clean and 
fresh and pink. Connie felt no more than pleasant tickling sensations the 
whole time. 

"What a pretty pussy. It sure looks ready for cock," he said at last, wiping 
the towel about in her crotch. "Your cuntlips are going to look great 
wrapped around my big prick." 

He gazed down admiringly at her cunt, amazed that the lips could be so 
swollen and enlarged. Two thick hunks of flesh had folded open like flaps on 
a package. They were triangular-shaped and very ragged, and they joined 
together at the top in a thick hood that covered her clit. Deep inside, he 
could see all kinds of shining pink flesh waiting to fold over his thick 
hard-on. 

He stood up, put the razor and the spray can and the towel to one side. 
Then, quite casually, as if he had all the time in the world, he began to 
undress. Connie watched, fascinated, as he kicked off his shoes, and peeled 
off his shirt and socks. When he unzipped his fly and dropped his pants, her 
heart skipped a beat. His shorts bulged out dangerously. 

"Are you really going to, you know, fuck me?" she asked shyly, as if she had 
no say in the matter. She watched him shove down his shorts and step from 
them. 

"What else am I going to do with this?" He grinned, pointing to his crotch. 
He stood there for a moment in front of her, completely naked. 

Connie gulped nervously. From a dark forest of pubic hair hung a great thick 
hunk of cock nearly nine inches long. It was impossible to tell if it was 
erect or not, because it was obviously so heavy. It didn't stick up straight 
to the ceiling. It didn't even point straight out from his crotch. It kind 
of loomed out and down, with its purple head glistening. There were two 
thick blue veins throbbing in its side. 

"Well, what do you think? You like my big thick cock?" He smiled, moving 
around the bottom of the bed. "Do you think you can handle it?" 

"I guess so," Connie muttered, not sounding very sure. She shifted about 
nervously on the bed, watching his every move. His huge prick bounced up and 
down in front of her. 

He was on his knees between her legs, and suddenly he grabbed hold of his 
cock and moved his hand up and down on it slowly. She watched in amazement 
as the shaft seemed to grow even longer. She could also see the huge bloated 
sac of his balls, and she noticed that the heavy nuts were flexing as he 
pulled on his cock. In spite of her nervousness, she was very curious about 
them, and about his cock. She wished he would let her examine them closely. 

"Open your legs wide. Spread them apart," he instructed gently. He ran his 
free hand up the inside of her smooth thigh and touched his fingers to the 
rubbery folds of cunt-flesh. 

Connie did as she was told, and she propped herself up on both elbows now 
and gazed down toward his cock. She swore the shaft was growing longer. It 
seemed to be almost ten or eleven inches from cock-head to pubic hair. She 
didn't want to think ahead to when he had it inside her. She was sure it was 
going to be very uncomfortable. 

"Just relax and you won't feel a thing," he soothed, sounding just like her 
dentist. "Your cunt's big enough and wet enough to take anything, so don't 
worry." 

He eased himself down, cock in hand, and poked the purple head against the 
swollen folds of cunt-flesh. He steered the tip around and around, folding 
her cuntlips every which way. He was quite content to take his time. He 
wanted to let her get used to the feel of his giant prick. 

Connie's crotch began to tingle all over again. The sweet melty sensations 
were returning. And she spread her legs wider and began squirming on the 
bed. His huge cock-head felt so nice against her pussy. It wasn't 
uncomfortable at all. In fact she wanted more of it. She tried to wriggle 
down closer to him, so that his cock would go deeper. 

"Feels good, huh? My cock feels nice on your bald little cunt?" He leered. 
He forced his cock-head up and down between her rubbery cuntlips. 

"Yes. Mmmmmm. Yes!" she moaned, wriggling about some more. 

Her cuntlips were slowly folding themselves over his purple cock-head, and 
he eased himself forward gently till the shiny dome had disappeared 
completely. He waited a second and then eased forward some more. Maybe an 
inch of solid cock-shaft vanished inside her. The rubbery pussylips were 
warping out of shape over his cock like some gross mouth. 

"More! Shove some more inside me!" she urged. She could see his huge cock 
angling down steadily below the pale patch of skin where her pussy hair used 
to be. 

He nudged another inch of prick between her greasy cuntlips. And another. 
And now he could let go the lower shaft and watch with her as the rest of 
the cock slowly disappeared. He was amazed at how smoothly his prick was 
sliding up inside her. There was no resistance at all. And she was obviously 
feeling no discomfort. He let another inch slip inside her. 

"So nice! It feels so nice!" she cooed, gazing down between her legs. More 
than half his giant cock had disappeared up her cunt. And so far she felt 
nothing but pleasure. 

"See what I mean, baby? Your cunt is big enough and wet enough to take 
anything," he hissed. He bulled another two inches of steel-hard cock up 
into her pussy. 

"Oooooh yes! Oooooh yes!" she agreed. She bit her bottom lip gently and her 
eyelids grew droopy. 

When she opened her eyes fully again and stared down between her legs, she 
was surprised that there was no more cock left to see. His pubic hair was 
nestled on top of her bald patch and he was grinning at her wickedly. He was 
leaning down more heavily on top of her, till his belly settled on hers. He 
gripped one of her huge wobbly tits in his hand. 

"It's all inside you, baby. Every last inch of my big hard cock," he 
announced proudly, gazing into her eyes. "Does it feel good? Does it feel 
good up your sweet sucking cunt?" 

"Oh yes! Oh God, yes!" she bleated. She reached up and stroked his forearms, 
feeling the strength of him. 

"Wrap your legs around in back of me. Tuck me inside you good and tight," he 
instructed. "I'm about to take you for a little ride." 

Connie did as she was told, folding her lovely slender legs over the backs 
of his thighs. She gazed up at him dreamily, wondering just how much better 
this could get. He was squeezing her tits hard again, and the rock-hard 
nipples were tingling. She waited patiently, his huge cock throbbing in her 
pussy. 

He began slowly, pumping his ass up and down and letting his prick slide in 
and out of her with short, gentle strokes. Only gradually did he increase 
the pace. He stared down at her the whole time, watching for any tell-tale 
signs of discomfort. There were none. She was taking to fucking like a 
natural. And if she could take a cock this size, she could take anything. 

"We're fucking! You're fucking me!" she grunted, as if she couldn't really 
believe it. A radiant smile broke out on her face. She looked absolutely 
beautiful. 

"That's right, little girl. You've got a big hard cock inside you and you're 
getting fucked. How do you like it?" 

"So nice! So good! So fucking good!" she groaned. 

She hooked her ankles together in back of him and snaked her arms around 
under his shoulder blades. She drew him tighter to her and humped her flat 
brown belly up into his. He let go her tits and his chest sank down onto 
them. Their faces were inches apart and they stared into each other's eyes 
hungrily. He could hardly believe his luck in getting to fuck someone so 
pretty and so young. 

"Is this your first time?" he asked her softly, knowing the answer already. 

"Yes!" she admitted. "And I love it! I just love it!" 

He humped her harder and harder, pumping his pale ass up and down crazily. 
He felt his cock still expanding inside her, growing to its full length and 
thickness. He wondered vaguely how long he could keep this up. Her cunt was 
sucking at his prick, massaging it in its tight grip. His balls grew heavy 
as they smacked into the crook of her thighs again and again. 

"Fuck me like that! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep!" she moaned. 

He began fucking her harshly now, confident she could take every inch and 
more. He angled his cock to the left and to the right, making sure he carved 
her wide open. Her sweet young face grew tense and then glazed over. He knew 
she was very close to cumming yet again. 

"Tell me what it feels like. Talk to me while I fuck you," he growled, his 
voice hoarse. His ass was a pale blur of motion now, he was fucking her so 
fast. 

"So good. Your cock feels so good inside me," she panted, doing her best to 
get the words out. "It's so big. Your cock's so big and hard. I can feel it 
way up under my titties." 

He grinned at her and knifed his prick deep. He was ramming his cock in to 
the hilt on each stroke, till his balls nestled against her ass. And wet 
sucking sounds were rising from their meshed crotches. His prick glistened 
with the gooey wet slime oozing from her pussy. 

"I feel so funny again." She sighed. "I feel so melty and funny each time 
you shove your big ugly cock inside me. Ooooooh, it feels so nice." 

"You're going to cum again. Say it! Say the dirty words!" 

"Cum again. I'm going to cum again," she mouthed slowly. 

"Me too," he announced after another thirty seconds of solid fucking. "I'm 
going to cum too. Going to spurt my steaming hot cum up your sweet sucking 
cunt." 

"Your cum?" she asked, only vaguely aware of what he was talking about. 
"You're going to shoot cum up my cunt?" 

"Up your sweet teenaged cunt," he groaned. And suddenly he stopped dead, his 
cock buried to the hilt up her wet cunt. He clung to her as if his life 
depended on it. 

Connie felt a wet, flooding sensation deep inside her, and she looked into 
his eyes anxiously. His cock was spurting something out into her pussy, she 
knew. It was hot and thick. She wished she could see it. She wished she 
could watch his cock spurt whatever it was spurting. 

"Up your cunt. Cumming up your sweet teenaged cunt," he moaned. And suddenly 
he was all motion again, burying his prick again and again up her cunt. 

He shot off one monster wad of cum. And another. And another. He flooded her 
insides with steaming hot jizz. He had planned to withdraw, to shoot his 
semen across her belly and between her tits. But he couldn't bring himself 
to pull out. He rammed into her time and time again, emptying his balls into 
her hot teen-aged pussy. 

"I feel it! I can feel your hot cum!" Connie bleated. And that's all she 
could say for the moment. For she was cumming too. Her cunt was melting 
around his hard spurting prick. 

Another jet of cum flooded her insides. And another. Until her cunt was 
awash with hot sperm. It overflowed and poured from her pussy in torrents, 
soiling her upper thighs and drooling into the crack of her ass. Spunk hung 
off his prick in strings each time he pulled back into the open. 

He stayed inside her a long time, till his cock was drained and limp as a 
noodle. Only then did he withdraw completely and lay his prick onto her 
belly like a landed fish. Her cuntlips gaped wide, still warped into a huge 
oval the shape of his prick. A great shimmering wall of silver spunk poured 
out of her pussy in a steady torrent. 

"Did it feel nice?" Connie murmured when at least she could speak. "Did it 
feel good to shoot off your cum up my shaved teenaged cunt?" 

"Baby, you'll never know how good it felt," he grunted, smiling at her 
words. "It was like a dream come true." 

Eventually he climbed up off her and padded slowly to the bathroom, his 
still thick cock swaying out in front of him. Connie watched him go, and 
then stared at the ceiling for a while. Finally she sat up straight and 
gazed down between her legs. Sticky white slime was smeared everywhere on 
her thighs and the cheeks of her ass. There were smudges of it on her lower 
belly where he'd laid his cock after withdrawing. 

Her eyes wide with wonder, Connie gripped the puffy, outer lips of her cunt 
and pulled them apart. Then she watched, fascinated, as glob after glob of 
thick silver cum poured out her gaping cunt-hole. 

Chapter 3 

Ron Crawford left for the party eventually, and Connie had the rest of the 
evening to think over what had happened between them. It was hard for her to 
believe that she'd let him do such dirty things to her. She was not by 
nature a wild or daring girl. In fact she thought of herself as shy, and not 
very sexy. 

Yet she'd stripped naked for him. She'd let him eat her pussy and shave off 
her pussy hair. She'd even let him fuck her and shoot his hot white cum deep 
inside her. What had come over her? He acted as though he wouldn't take no 
for an answer, but she could have refused to go any further at any point. If 
she'd really wanted to, that is. 

But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to do sexy things to her. 
She actually begged him not to stop fucking her, she recalled with a blush. 
Feelings were aroused in her that she never knew existed. Was it all because 
he looked so much like his brother? Was it because she imagined it was Phil, 
and not Ron, that ate her pussy and fucked her silly? 

Connie wasn't sure. She was confused. And when all three Crawfords returned 
from their party late that evening, she was so embarrassed she couldn't look 
any of them in the eye. She mumbled excuses and left the house in a hurry, 
refusing even to accept Phil's kind offer of a ride home. Ron winked at her 
as she rushed past him. 

She didn't sleep very well. Her dreams were full of huge red cocks exploding 
inside her. But the next day was Sunday, and she had nothing to do but 
relax. When her friend Daryl dropped by in the afternoon and asked her to go 
for a ride, she accepted gratefully. A spin out of town would keep her mind 
occupied. 

Or so she thought. The problem was, since her new experience she found 
herself looking at Daryl in a different light. He wasn't really a boyfriend. 
They hadn't even necked at this point. But he was a nice boy her own age, 
and she trusted him. For the first time she was very much aware that he was 
male, and he had a cock down there between his legs, just like Ron Crawford. 

She found herself wondering what it was like. Would it be big and thick and 
ugly, like Ron's? Or would it be small and pink and boyish? She felt a great 
curiosity about it. She couldn't help it. And as soon as she could, she 
steered the conversation around to sex. 

"Have you made it with very many girls, Daryl?" she yelled at him over the 
throb of his souped-up engine. The question was out before she had time to 
think twice about it. 

The car swerved slightly to the shoulder of the road and spit up gravel as 
Daryl turned to look at her. He actually blushed, and Connie smiled at him 
warmly in encouragement. She found it really nice that a boy could actually 
blush over a question about sex. She liked him all the better for it. 

"Jesus Christ, Connie, what a question. I haven't really made it with 
anyone. At least not properly." 

"How do you mean?" 

"Well, last month I was out with Carol Seaton. And she, you know, jerked me 
off. That was all." 

"Really? You mean she pulled on your thing? You let her do that?" There was 
a playful light in Connie's eyes. 

"Sure." He turned to glance at her again. He wondered why she was asking 
about this stuff all of a sudden. 

"Did you cum? Did you, you know, shoot your stuff?" 

Again the car swerved, and Connie laughed out loud at his confusion. She 
suggested he pull over somewhere, before he got them both killed. This was 
interesting stuff, she added, and she really wanted to discuss it. Within 
two minutes they were parked in a deserted lane under some trees. She turned 
in her seat to face him. 

"Tell me what she did, exactly. Show me!" She smiled. "I want to learn all 
about this stuff. I've put it off too long already." 

Daryl stared at her as if he couldn't believe his good luck. Connie was the 
prettiest girl in school and for weeks he'd wanted something like this to 
happen. In fact she was so pretty he was a bit scared of her, and he hadn't 
had the nerve to make any kind of pass at her. Now everything seemed to be 
falling into place. It was amazing. 

"Well, Carol's kind of a pushy girl. And one night she just put her hand in 
my crotch." 

"Like this?" Connie asked. She reached over and cupped the bulge of his 
crotch in her fingers. It was a fairly solid mound, and she could feel the 
warmth of it through his jeans. 

"Y-yes." Daryl gulped, his heart thumping. "And she kind of squeezed it and 
moved her hand around." 

Connie did just that, and soon she could make out the bulge of his balls, 
and the curving rod of his cock as it arced up over his belly. She couldn't 
be sure, but she sensed that his prick was growing, thickening inside his 
pants. It felt more and more solid and bulky. 

"Then what?" she asked, glancing into his face. Her hand went on fondling 
his crotch. 

"She, um, unzipped me and opened up my pants," he whispered, his voice 
tense. He felt almost as if he were dreaming. This couldn't really be 
happening. 

Her fingers stopped squeezing his crotch, and suddenly she was using both 
hands to unsnap his jeans and pull down his fly. He raised his ass 
obligingly, and she tugged down both his pants and his shorts together. His 
cock, freed from his clothes, rolled heavily across his lower belly. 

"Daryl, it's so big! It's so thick and long!" she murmured, forcing his 
pants and shorts down to his knees. She curled her fingers around the 
swelling prick and held it upright. She squeezed his cock gently. 

"Thanks," he hissed, biting his bottom lip. Her fingers were so slender and 
cool on his cock. She was squeezing his prick with just the right amount of 
pressure. 

His cock wasn't as big as Ron Crawford's, Connie thought, but once it was 
fully erect it might measure a good eight inches. The cock-head was covered 
completely by a puckered fold of skin, she noticed, and this fascinated her. 
She was amazed that two cocks could look so different. 

"What did she do next? How did she jerk you off?" she asked. She couldn't 
take her eyes off his throbbing cock. It was growing in her fist. She could 
feel it. 

"Nnnnnnn, she pumped it up and down in her hand, real gently," he croaked, 
staring at her clutching fist. "And with her other hand she played with my 
balls." 

Connie squeezed his prick a little tighter, and ran her hand up toward the 
swollen tip. All the loose puckered skin bunched up over the head in a 
wrinkled mouth. Then she slid her hand downward and the skin stretched and 
peeled slowly off the cock-head. 

She watched, fascinated, as the purple mushroom-head appeared a bit at a 
time, until the foreskin rolled down all the way and was smoothed out along 
the upper cock-shaft. She was amazed at how easily the outer skin slid over 
the solid inner shaft of the prick. 

"It's beautiful," she murmured. "It's so big and thick and nice. I love it." 

And she meant it. She began sliding her hand up and down slowly, watching 
closely as the foreskin bunched up and peeled down over the head again and 
again. The cock was growing huge in her fist. 

"And the balls," he reminded her. "Don't forget to play with the balls." 

Connie smiled and brought her free hand over to cup his hairy ball sac. She 
ran her fingers lightly over the nuts, trying to judge their size and 
weight. They were like eggs in a velvet pouch, rolling this way and that at 
her touch. The skin of the sac stretched and then loosened as they moved. 

"Oh Connie, that feels so nice," he moaned softly. "You're way better than 
Carol Seaton. You really know how to handle a cock." 

Connie blushed, but she was pleased all the same. She moved her fist a 
little more quickly on his pulsing cock, trying to keep her tugs smooth and 
steady. It grew to six, seven, and finally eight inches in length. The 
foreskin no longer covered the purple head on the upstroke. 

"What else did Carol do?" she asked, tickling his balls lightly with her 
fingertips. "Did she do anything else special for you?" 

"Well, she did let me play with her tits," he admitted. "She took off her 
bra and let me feel them up." 

He hardly dared hope that Connie would go this far for him. He knew that her 
big tits would put Carol Seaton's to shame. But suddenly she stopped jerking 
his cock in mid-stroke. And while she gave her wrist a short rest, she 
thrust out her chest at him and grinned. 

"Go ahead. Open up my blouse. You can play with my tits if you want to." She 
smiled. "I'd like you to, Daryl. Go ahead." 

Daryl didn't hesitate. With fumbling fingers he undid all the buttons on the 
front of her blouse. Then he opened it up wide and stared in wonder at the 
tightly packed cups of her pale-blue bra. Her tits were oozing out of the 
harness as if they were about to explode. 

"The clasp is down in front. Go ahead and open it," she encouraged. She 
began slowly jerking his cock up and down again in her fist. 

The clasp was tricky, but Daryl managed to unsnap it eventually, and 
Connie's lush tits tumbled free. She heard him gasp out loud at the sight of 
them, and she smiled. Obviously he was just as impressed as Ron Crawford. He 
stared at them with wide eyes. 

"Go ahead and play with them. Do whatever you like." She grinned. She leaned 
forward slightly so that the full, heavy tits rolled toward him. 

Daryl was speechless. He brought up both hands and cupped them to the side 
of each tit. He squeezed gently, and then pressed the tit-mounds together. 
He ran his thumbs over both stubby nipples, and at once the hard teats began 
to grow, to telescope up off their puffy red rings of flesh. 

He groaned, and began running his fingers everywhere on the lush tit-globes. 
He rolled them around on her chest and hefted them, feeling their solid 
weight in his hands. The nipples, so easily aroused, jutted up high off her 
areolas. 

"Squeeze them! Yes, play with them!" she urged, leaning her upper body even 
further toward him. "Tweak the nipples like that. Yes, oh yes!" 

Her fist was really moving on his cock now. It pumped up and down so fast at 
times that it was no more than a blur. The fingers of her other hand ran 
everywhere on his balls, touching and teasing and driving him crazy. The 
nuts seemed to be getting hotter at her touch. 

"Do you want to suck them?" she gasped, her nipples tingling. "Do you want 
to kiss them and suck them? Go ahead. Suck my tits. I want you to!" 

There was a groan from somewhere deep in Daryl's throat. And suddenly he was 
burying his face deep in her cleavage, pressing her tits harshly to each 
side of his face. He was licking her, scraping his tongue up the sides of 
her tits. Her skin was soon wet and shiny. 

"Yes! Kiss them like that! Suck them!" she panted, her fist tugging on his 
prick like it was a lifeline. She sank lower in her seat and her tits 
wobbled on her chest. 

Daryl licked his way up the slopes of both her tits, covering every inch of 
firm flesh. Finally only the nipples were untouched, and he sank his mouth 
down over one roughly. He began sucking like a hungry child, tugging on the 
hard stub with his lips and tongue. Connie started to moan softly. 

"Daryl, do you want to see my pussy?" she asked suddenly. "I bet Carol 
Seaton didn't let you see hers, did she? Would you like to see mine, and to 
touch it?" 

Up to now, Daryl thought that sucking Connie's tits was as close to heaven 
as he was going to get for a while. That, and having her jerk him off at the 
same time. Now here she was offering him something beyond his wildest 
dreams. And she was right, it was something Carol Seaton hadn't offered him. 

"Really? You'd let me do that?" he gasped, spitting out her erect nipple. He 
stared into her face as if he didn't really believe her. 

"Open up my jeans. Pull them down," she urged. Again her hand paused in its 
pumping of his blazing cock. The reddened shaft was damn near steaming. She 
lifted her ass off the car seat and thrust her crotch out at him lewdly. 

In one quick movement he unsnapped her jeans and opened her fly. Then he 
peeled down her pants to her knees, just as she'd done with him earlier. He 
could see her brown slender thighs, and her flat brown belly. In between was 
the brief triangle of her lace panties. 

"The panties too! Pull down my panties!" she croaked, her back still arched, 
her ass raised high off the car seat. There was real excitement in her 
voice. 

Daryl hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties. Then he was 
tugging down, and the pale triangle of her bare pussy mound was visible. 
Already her pussylips had cracked open slightly. He could see a hint of 
bright, pink skin winking at him from inside. 

"Connie, your pussy's all bare! You've shaved your pussy hair!" he cried, 
unable to take his eyes off the pale patch of skin between her legs. 

"I know. Never mind," she groaned. "Pull my panties down all the way. Touch 
my cunt." 

He stared down in amazement at the hairless mound of her crotch, leaving her 
panties stretched like a taut rope between her knees. Finally he shoved 
them, along with her jeans, all the way down around her ankles. He slid his 
hands up the insides of her smooth thighs. 

"Touch it, Daryl. Touch my pretty pussy," she breathed. "I want you to touch 
me so bad." 

Daryl leaned over and ran his fingers over her bald pussy. Then he touched 
the wet pulpy slabs of her cuntlips and a tingle went through her. She was 
already moist and oily. Her cunt was oozing slime just for him. 

"Yes! Oh yes!" she moaned, as he slipped a finger inside her. And without 
thinking she began pumping his cock again, jacking it up and down in her 
fist. 

He poked a single finger around in her oily cunt for a moment or two, then 
slipped a second finger inside her. More and more slick juice poured down 
from deep up her cunt. It soiled his fingers and formed a small pool in his 
hand. She spread her legs wider and gazed up at him from under droopy 
eyelids. 

"It feels so good, to do all this dirty stuff, doesn't it?" She smiled. 
"Maybe we should have started long ago." 

She gave his cock an extra squeeze and increased the tempo of her jerking 
fist. And Daryl stared at her, still scarcely believing this was happening 
to him. It still seemed like some wild wet-dream he was having. He expected 
to wake up any second. 

Connie was practically lying across the car seat. Her blouse was open wide, 
and the cups of her bra flopped uselessly to each side of her chest. Her 
huge tits, still wet from all his sucking, lolled apart like lush melons, 
their nipples jutting hard to the roof. Her golden brown belly hollowed as 
she squirmed about. 

He loved the way her legs were spread wide for him, her panties and jeans 
twisted crazily around her ankles. And when he looked between her legs, he 
was amazed how her rubbery cuntlips had warped around his probing fingers. 
For the first time he felt a numbness in his balls as her fingers scraped 
over them. 

"Did you fuck Carol Seaton?" she mumbled, trying to control the excitement 
in her voice. 

"No," he croaked. "I never." 

She grinned wickedly. "Would you like to fuck me, Daryl?" 

He groaned by way of answer. And quickly he withdrew his fingers from her 
cunt, in preparation for what he was sure now would follow. The sensations 
in his balls increased, and he wished that she'd stop jerking on his cock 
for just a minute. He needed to change position for fucking. 

"Shove it in me, Daryl. Shove your big cock up my tight pussy," she moaned. 
She stared into his face with a lewd and sexy smile. 

But she kept tugging on his cock frantically, and her other hand continued 
fondling his balls. And Daryl knew, even as he heaved over to climb on top 
of her, that it was all over. He wouldn't get a chance to get his cock 
inside her. It was too late. Her hand on his cock was too tight, too expert. 
He was cumming. 

She seemed to sense the change in him at the last second. She glanced 
nervously into his face, then even more anxiously at his cock. He was poised 
over her now, his knees between hers on the car seat, his cock a foot and a 
half above her. She stopped jerking on it suddenly, stared at the purple 
head in anticipation. 

He gave a great groan, rammed his cock forward through the cradle of her 
fingers. And it shot out a cable of cum two feet long that seemed to hang 
frozen in the air for seconds. Then there was a loud splatter as the huge 
jet of spunk fell across her belly, her rib cage, her left tit. It sounded 
like milk being spilled on the floor. 

"No! You can't cum yet!" Connie cried hopelessly. "It's too soon! You 
can't!" 

But even as she spoke another huge jet of jizz spurted free and went 
bouncing across her belly, filling her navel. The sperm shone a bright 
silver on her brown skin. It poured down her flanks in three or four 
separate little streams. 

She was pulling his cock down, aiming it toward her cunt. And they both 
watched as one, two, three jets of cum shot directly onto her shaved pubic 
patch. The pale triangle was suddenly awash with thick, heavy jizz. 

"No! You can't! You can't!" she repeated hopelessly, still tugging on his 
prick. 

She got the cock lined up with her cunt finally, but by this time it was 
spurting its last dregs. Daryl humped his hips back and forth, driving his 
prick over her cunt patch and lower belly. But neither one of them tried to 
put it inside her now. They both watched quietly, as silver spunk dribbled 
all over Connie's belly and pussy. The silver goo flowed steadily onto her 
wide-open cuntlips. 

Chapter 4 

Daryl didn't speak much on the drive back to town. He was obviously 
embarrassed over what had happened. Occasionally he glanced at Connie, as if 
he wanted to offer her some word. But he couldn't think of the proper thing 
to say. He continued driving, and she stared silently out the window. 

When he pulled up in front of her house, he came right out and said he was 
sorry for having cum all over her. But she simply smiled at him and said it 
didn't really matter. She was quiet and thoughtful herself, as if she didn't 
even care to discuss the matter. 

As a matter of fact, she was wondering if she had the guts to phone up Ron 
Crawford. The afternoon had left her horny and frustrated, and if anyone 
could satisfy her itch, it was Ron. She went up to her room and tried to 
think of some way of calling him without Phil or Marge Crawford finding out. 

She'd just about given up, when she heard the phone ring downstairs, and 
suddenly her mother was calling up to her that Mr. Crawford was on the line. 
He wanted her for another babysitting job, apparently. Connie picked up the 
phone expecting to hear Phil Crawford's voice. But instead, to her 
amazement, it was Ron. 

"You able to come babysit for a very big boy?" He laughed. "I have something 
sitting here in my lap that really needs taking care of." 

Connie blushed. But right away she felt a deep, dirty thrill go through her. 
It was as if he'd been reading her thoughts. His timing was perfect. She 
began to squirm at the thought of seeing his big ugly cock again, at the 
thought of having it inside her one more time. She forgot her afternoon 
disappointment as her excitement grew. 

She was especially thrilled because he wanted her to meet him at a large 
downtown hotel. She thought this was so that Phil and Mrs. Crawford would 
know nothing of their meeting. But it turned out there was another reason. 

"They kicked me out," he explained. "When you left so strangely the other 
night, they put two and two together." 

"What! You mean Mr. and Mrs. Crawford found out what we did together?" 
Connie couldn't believe it. She blushed again just at the thought. 

"I guess so. They didn't say so in so many words, but I think they figured 
I'd done something to you. They asked me to leave, so I left." 

"But that's terrible! My God! PhilI mean Mr. Crawford, must think I'm some 
kind of slut or something." 

"Forget about Phil. Just come on down here and take care of Uncle Ron. I'm 
planning on staying in town a few extra days just for you, baby." 

Connie couldn't help but feel flattered. And besides, she was horny. It 
bothered her that Mrs. Crawford, and especially Phil Crawford, should find 
out that she'd had sex with Ron. But right now she had more pressing 
problems. A long afternoon with Daryl had left her frustrated. What she 
needed was a little adult action. 

And she really did feel adult, heading off downtown by herself, walking 
through the lobby of a big fancy hotel, taking a silent elevator up a dozen 
floors to Ron Crawford's room. It made her feel that she was a woman now, 
and not a little girl anymore. 

She'd taken care to wear her sexiest, most grown-up dress. She'd tied up her 
pretty blonde hair along one side of her head. And she'd worn more make-up 
than ever before in her whole life. Her pouty mouth shone under a coat of 
bright-red gloss. Her eyes were painted an inky black below the lashes. 

"Well, how's my sweet little cock-teaser?" Ron greeted her, waving her into 
his plush suite. As soon as he had the door closed, he was pressing her 
tight to him, his hands reaching down to squeeze her pert ass-cheeks. She 
could feel the huge bone of his cock along her belly. 

"I guess you're glad to see me, huh?" She smiled, flushing a pretty shade of 
red. She let him take her coat and went over to the window to check out the 
fabulous view. 

She wanted to ask about Mr. and Mrs. Crawford, to find out the details of 
what exactly had happened. But she was too excited to think very clearly. 
Sex was uppermost in her mind, not what other grown-ups thought of her. And 
when Ron summoned her over to the side of the bed she went without 
hesitation. 

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked shyly, her heart pounding. She 
glanced anxiously at the huge double bed, hoping that he planned to make 
love to her all night between its crisp sheets. 

He smiled at her and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. "I'm 
going to teach you how to suck cock, Connie," he said matter-of-factly. 
"Have you ever sucked cock before? Have you ever had a huge prick buried in 
your sweet sucking mouth?" 

Connie's head reeled. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to take his 
big cock into her mouth? She watched as her dress fell from her, and stepped 
out of it obligingly when he told her to. She stood in front of him in her 
bra and panties, her legs encased in stylish dark hose. 

"These are stupid," he said, pointing to her hose. "From now on, whenever 
you come to see me I want you to wear a garter belt and stockings. Okay? And 
no panties. No bra either, for that matter. I'll buy you all new underwear 
for next time. I want you to look like a teen-aged whore when you come visit 
me." 

Connie smiled uncomfortably. She wasn't even sure she knew what a garter 
belt was, but she was willing to find out, for his sake. She was pleased 
that he wanted to see more of her. It meant he found her sexy. She gazed at 
him fondly as he tugged her panties and hose to the floor and left her 
standing in nothing but her bra. 

"Your pussy turned out real nice, didn't it?" He grinned. He was on his 
knees, staring at her hairless cunt. "Smooth as silk. Not a hair in sight. I 
did a better job than I thought." 

He gave her cunt one soulful kiss, and she shuddered with pleasure. But then 
he was standing upright again, unhooking her bra, tossing it aside 
carelessly. Her luscious tits bobbled free and he cupped them lovingly. He 
kissed one nipple, then the other, then gripped her by the shoulders and 
looked her in the eye. 

"On your knees for this next little exercise, Connie," he said, forcing her 
lower and lower in front of him. "I'm going to teach you all you need to 
know about sucking a man's cock." 

Connie let herself to be lowered to her knees in front of him. And when she 
was settled, her lovely face was directly level with his bulging crotch. She 
stared ahead of her, waiting instructions. Her heart was pounding steadily 
with excitement. She was about to cross another threshold, she realized. 

"Unzip me!" he ordered. "Pull down my pants. Let's get to know Uncle 
Ronnie's cock all over again." 

Her fingers trembling, Connie did as she was told. His pants fell to the 
floor and he stepped from them. He opened his shirt and peeled it off as she 
glared at his bulging, straining shorts. She'd seen his cock before, of 
course, but from a few feet away. Now she was about to see it up close, and 
she couldn't wait. She took a deep breath. 

"That's it. Pull down my shorts," he said, watching as she struggled to haul 
down his bulging briefs. She had quite a time disentangling them from around 
his cock. 

Finally she had them down to the floor, and then she stared at his huge 
dangling prick with wide eyes. It was still soft, but it was much bigger 
than she remembered. It was as thick and long, in its present state, as 
Daryl's had been fully hard. And Ron wanted her to put it in her mouth and 
suck it! 

"Kiss it. Use your tongue up along the shaft," he ordered, watching her 
closely. Even with her whorish make-up, he thought, she still looked so 
young and innocent and trusting. 

Shyly, Connie planted her lips on the shaft of his cock in a soft kiss. It 
felt about how she expected it to feel, spongy but solid. She smiled to see 
the red imprint of her mouth in lipstick about midway up his prick. Then she 
watched as the heavy cock flexed slightly to the right. 

"Lick it. Use your tongue all over it," he urged gently, trying to keep the 
excitement out of his voice. The sight of her angel face between his legs 
was enough to drive him mad. 

Sticking out her tongue, she began licking up one side of his prick, then 
down the other. She repeated the process, closing her lips onto the rounded 
shaft at several points. It took her quite some time. Even in its soft 
state, his cock was a good eight inches long. 

"Nice. But a little harder. A little faster," he groaned. "Cover every inch 
of my cock with your tongue. Wet it up good. I want it to be shiny and 
dripping by the time you're through." 

Connie gazed up at him with her big blue eyes, then did as she was told, 
moving her tongue rapidly over every part of his cock-shaft. In seconds it 
was wet and glistening, and she saw it suddenly shift to the left side of 
his crotch and begin angling its way slowly upward. 

"It's growing! It's getting bigger and harder!" she announced, her eyes 
glued to the steadily inflating prick. 

"Thanks to your sweet teenaged tongue," he hissed. "See how easy it is to 
get a grown man hard? Just use your pretty mouth." 

Connie continued staring at his cock for some seconds, till it rose enough 
to point down at her left tit. The two great ugly blue veins in the shaft 
had begun to fill up and throb, she noticed. And without being told, she 
stuck out her tongue and began tracing each one with the tip, first up one, 
then down the other. They felt hard, like wire cables. 

"I want you to lick my balls as well, sweetheart," he coaxed. "Lick them and 
take them in your mouth and suck them. Make Uncle Ronnie happy." 

She finished tracing one blue vein deep into his pubic hair, then gamely 
grabbed hold of his cock and eased it up and out of the way. It felt like it 
weighed several pounds in her hand. She studied the huge dangling balls 
below and tried to decide how to proceed. They looked swollen and heavy, 
like round pebbles. 

"Lick my balls!" he called out suddenly, his voice tense. He spread his 
thighs wide apart. 

She poked one ball with the tip of her tongue and it rolled to one side. She 
chased it, finally trapping it in the crook of his thighs. And she began 
licking it hungrily, scraping her tongue everywhere on the monstrous globe. 
The skin of his ball sac was rough on her tongue. The short hairs were 
bristly and harsh. 

"Yeah! Oh yeah!" he groaned. "All over. Lick your sweet teenaged tongue all 
over my balls." 

Like the good girl she was, Connie obeyed, covering first one ball and then 
the other with long lazy licks. Finally she folded her lips completely over 
one swollen ball and began sucking. She looked like she had some huge hunk 
of candy in her mouth. Her cheek was swollen grossly. The skin of his nut 
sac stretched taut. 

"Yeah. Suck my balls, baby," he crooned. "Suck my hot aching balls with your 
sweet teenaged mouth." 

For the better part of five minutes, Connie worked low in his crotch, 
sucking his balls, licking them, bathing them in the sweet fluid of her 
mouth. She was vaguely aware the whole time of his cock growing in her hand, 
and she glanced nervously at it once in a while. She knew she was going to 
have to suck it soon. 

"Easy now. Easy," he said suddenly, his voice hoarse. There was a tell-tale 
twinge of pleasure in his nuts that flashed a warning to him. The little 
bitch would have him spurting soon, and she hadn't even begun sucking cock 
yet. 

She was leaning back on her haunches, gazing up at him with those big blue 
eyes of hers, all sweetness and innocence. One side of her face was obscured 
by the giant pole of his prick. He had a sudden urge to smack her face with 
his growing hard-on. Instead, before she could react, he grabbed his cock 
from her and began smearing the purple head all over her pretty features. He 
groaned deep in his throat. 

"Mmmmmmm, Mr. Crawford!" she protested mildly, feeling his cock on her 
cheek, her nose, her forehead. "What are yoummmmm doing?" 

"Rubbing my cock into your sweet teenaged face," he announced frankly. And 
he poked his cock-head into one dark-shadowed eye socket and then the other. 
He smeared her make-up slightly. 

God it felt good to rub his cock all over her face. He felt as though he was 
smearing her innocence, somehow. His cock-head had begun oozing pre-cum 
juice, and he watched as it smudged off onto her forehead and eyebrows. 
Finally he let his cock rest up along her cheek. 

"Open your mouth," he instructed. "Now you're going to suck my cock." 

Connie had her eyes and mouth closed against all the harsh rubbing of cock 
on her face. When she opened her eyes again, his purple cock-head was pushed 
against her soft red lips. She parted them slightly and the huge purple head 
forced its way inside. It sat throbbing on her tongue. Her lips closed 
automatically around the cock-flange. 

"Use your tongue on the head. Lick it," he grunted. And he watched her twist 
her mouth around and try to lick the tip of his swollen prick. It was so 
big. Her lips were stretched taut already around the bloated cock-shaft. 

She gazed up at him helplessly, and the sight of her big pleading eyes and 
her cock-stuffed mouth were just about too much. His balls churned. He 
shoved forward, forcing three, four, five inches of solid cock between her 
lips. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled. Her nostrils flared. She was looking 
up at him in near panic. 

"Relax," he soothed. "You can take a whole lot of cock, I know. I won't hurt 
you. But I'm going to ram a whole hunk of cock-meat into your mouth. Breathe 
slowly." 

His voice was easy, soothing, but Connie still gazed at him in panic. Her 
lips were stretched lewdly around his monstrous hard-on. His cock-head had 
bumped the roof of her mouth and edged toward and then into her throat. She 
was scared of gagging, of choking. 

Suddenly he stopped, and she felt his fingers on her hollowed cheeks. He was 
holding her head gently, urging her to back up off the cock-shaft. Then 
almost at once he was pulling her back down onto it. Within seconds Connie 
had the idea. She moved her head in sequence with his hands, bobbing her 
lovely mouth up and down on his hard-on steadily. 

"That's it. Up and down, up and down," he coaxed. "Just like I'm fucking 
your mouth. Pout your lips. Keep your teeth out of the way. Use your tongue 
on the shaft." 

Connie set up a rhythm, and soon he could let go her head and leave her on 
her own. Her mouth slid up and down on him evenly, without missing a beat. 
And after a few moments she was sucking in more and more of his cock on the 
down stroke. Her fist came up to clutch the base of his prick and pump up 
and down. Her mouth twisted from side to side. 

"I knew it. I knew you'd make a great little cock-sucker." He grinned, 
gazing down at her proudly. "Take it deep. Take my hard-on as deep as you 
can." 

It wasn't easy, but by raising up high on her knees and angling her face 
just right, Connie could suck in over half his blazing hard-on now on every 
stroke. She was taking his cock deep into her throat. What's more, her panic 
had gone and she was beginning to enjoy herself. She felt more grown-up than 
ever, on her knees here naked in front of Mr. Crawford. 

"Jesus, what a great little cock-sucker," he groaned. "Baby you're a 
natural." 

He could feel the familiar tremors already in his balls and he knew he 
wouldn't last too long. A few minutes of this and he would be blowing his 
wad. He tried to think of other things, but it was impossible. He couldn't 
take his eyes off her angel face swollen out of shape over his huge prick. 

"Suck it hard. Suck it deep," he encouraged. "You're doing great, just 
great." 

Connie was pleased and flattered. She was glad that she could make a man of 
experience so happy with her very first try at cock-sucking. She tried to 
plunge her mouth even deeper onto his cock, tried to suck all of his prick 
into her gullet, but it wasn't possible. Her lips were stretched to the 
limit as it was. 

Instead she squeezed the base of his cock even harder with one hand and with 
the other she reached up to cup his dangling balls. She heard him groan out 
loud. She felt his hand along one side of her head. Then his balls were 
flexing in her fingers, and his cock trembled in her clutching fist. 

"Cumming! Cumming in your cock-sucking mouth!" he howled. He almost sounded 
as if he were in pain. 

Connie stared up at him with her big blue eyes, not quite understanding, 
when suddenly his cock-head twitched on her tongue and her mouth was full to 
overflowing with thick, greasy fluid. She coughed, she gagged, and two thick 
streamers of cum flowed from the corners of her mouth. They poured down her 
chin and hung off her jaw in long elastic strings. 

"Suck it all down! Eat my hot cum!" he yelled, glaring down at her. His cock 
twitched again between her lips. 

Her cheeks swelled out as if they would burst. She had a comical, shocked 
look on her young angel face. She realized, finally, what was happening, but 
she didn't seem to know what to do about it. More sperm flowed thickly from 
her lips and hung off her face. 

"Swallow it! Eat my cum!" he growled, offering her last-minute instructions. 
His legs trembled. 

Connie swallowed. She gulped down what felt like a quart of steaming, hot 
cum. But no sooner had she done this than his cock flexed and her mouth was 
full again. Her lips sagged with the weight of sperm. A thick silver wall of 
jizz flowed down over her chin and went splattering across her tits. She 
rolled her eyes up to his face in panic. 

Without thinking she reared back her head. And his twitching hard-on slipped 
from her mouth. Cum poured from her freed lips in torrents, splashing down 
onto her tits and belly and even as far as her thighs. Her mouth was warped 
out of shape under the enormous pressure of thick heavy jism. 

"Eat it! Swallow my hot cum!" he yelled. But even as he spoke he watched his 
cock begin spurting into her face. 

A thick twine of jizz shot up her face and sealed shut her left eye. It 
crossed her cheek and her forehead and got lost in her hair. A great slice 
of it hung from her eyelash. Tear trails of white sperm rolled down her 
face. 

She held onto the cock and waved it blindly before her. Without thinking, 
she was jacking it up and down harshly. Another jet of cum spat out at her, 
zig-zagging across her cheek and nose before settling along her eyebrow. The 
tail end of the silver jet drooled down her other cheek. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" This was all Ron could say now. He watched the pretty 
teenager hose herself down with semen. 

His prick flexed one more time, sending a final two-foot jet of cum soaring 
diagonally across Connie's face. She winced as the jet splashed into her 
clear eye and sealed it shut too. Sperm still poured from her mouth in 
torrents and hung off her face like thick elastic bands. 

What a mess she was. Ron gazed down at her in disbelief. He'd never realized 
he came so powerfully. Cum was everywhere on her face. It was on her cheeks 
and forehead and nose. It was in her hair and hanging off her jaw. Her eyes 
were clogged with it and so was her mouth. She was still spitting it up 
grossly. 

And when she finally let go his cock and squatted there on her knees 
blindly, he told her to stay put for a minute. He fumbled in his suitcase 
and brought out a camera. Then he took shot after shot of her soiled and 
splattered face, her drooling mouth, her dripping nipples. He wanted to 
remember this for a long, long time, he said. 

Chapter 5 

Ron wanted her to stay the night in his hotel suite. There were lots of 
dirty things he wanted to do to her, he said, and they would take time. But 
Connie refused. She wanted to be alone for a while, to think about things, 
she said. She promised to stay overnight with him soon, in a day or so. 

She got him to fuck her before she left, though. Almost as soon as 

she'd wiped his cum from her face, he was on top of her, plowing his cock 
deep inside her on the big bed. And so finally the itch between her legs was 
satisfied. But then almost immediately she began thinking over what he'd 
told her earlier. 

It really bothered her that his brother Phil had found out about the two of 
them. She'd liked Phil Crawford for so long. She'd really had quite a crush 
on him. Now he knew she'd done dirty things with Ron. How embarrassing. Did 
he think of her as some kind of neighborhood slut now, or what? 

She wanted to find out. She had to know for sure. Maybe she could explain 
what had happened, somehow. It might not seem so bad, if she told him 
herself. She couldn't say that Ron forced her, or anything. But he had taken 
advantage of her, in a way. 

Late the next afternoon she strolled over to the Crawford house without any 
clear plan in mind. The last thing she wanted was to run into his bitchy 
wife Marge, of course, and so she stopped half a block away and tried to 
figure out how best to approach him. After ten minutes she was about to turn 
around and go home. That's when she saw Mrs. Crawford climb into her car and 
drive away. 

She watched the car disappear down the avenue, scarcely believing her good 
luck. Then, without hesitation, she strode up to the front door and rang the 
bell. Her heart was pounding. She didn't know if he'd be polite to her or 
tell her to get the fuck off his property. He took ages to answer her ring. 

When he did, it was just as it had been when Ron opened the door for her two 
days earlier. Phil stood there, kind of stunned, and stared at her bulging 
tits as if he were seeing them for the very first time. She was struck again 
by how much alike the two men looked. 

And this time she wasn't the least bit embarrassed that her T-shirt was too 
tight, or that her tits swelled out its front like melons. She was glad that 
she'd left off her bra, and her nipples were jutting out obscenely. She had 
his undivided attention. He was speechless. 

"Mr, Crawford, I think there's something I should explain to you," she said. 
"It's about me and your brother Ron." 

He immediately awoke from his daze and looked her in the eye for the first 
time. A flush rose to his face and he appeared about to say something. 
Instead, he glanced up and down the street quickly, then hauled her in the 
door. He led her down the hall to his den and shut the door behind them. 

"So, you've come to explain, have you?" he said, seating himself in a swivel 
chair. "And what exactly is there to explain?" 

Connie stood there in front of him, wondering how to begin. There was 
something in the tone of his voice which was meant to scare her, she 
realized. He was acting like an angry parent or teacher who had a naughty 
child on his hands. But now she wasn't scared. Not at all. She was really 
much more confident than she'd been a few days before. 

"I fucked your brother Ron. You knew that, didn't you?" 

She didn't mean it to come out so harshly, but she couldn't help herself. 
There was something about his attitude that irritated her. At first she 
meant to be polite and shy about the whole affair, but now she wanted to 
shock him. What other way was there to say it, anyhow? 

"Iwegathered as much, yes," he mumbled. "That's why we asked him to leave. 
We can't have that sort of thing going on under our roof." 

Connie almost laughed out loud. He sounded like such a prude. And suddenly 
she had an urge to shock him even more. She'd come here wanting to justify 
herself to someone she had a childish crush on. But now that didn't seem 
important. She felt very adult and wicked. 

"Don't be too hard on the guy. After all, could you resist these?" She 
grinned. And quickly she shoved her T-shirt up over her tits, exposing them 
completely. She cupped them in her hands and offered them up for his 
inspection. 

"Young lady," he gasped, trying his best to sound stern. He began to get up 
from his chair but sank back down into it as she approached him. 

"See how big they are? How firm and young and pretty?" she teased. "Wouldn't 
you just love to play with them? Wouldn't you just love to suck them?" 

Phil Crawford was stunned. He sat there helplessly in his chair and gazed at 
her gorgeous young tits. His mouth opened and closed stupidly. She stood 
right in front of him. If he reached out he could touch the swollen tits. 

"Can you blame your brother for fucking the babysitter? Aren't these tits 
enough to drive any guy crazy?" 

Connie was having fun. She had Phil Crawford in a state of shock. Given a 
choice, this wasn't the way she would have acted with him. But he was 
treating her like some kind of slut. If that's what he thought of her, why 
not give him a taste of some real sluttish behavior? 

"And my sweet teenaged cunt," she continued. "Isn't the sight of it enough 
to make you blow your wad?" 

To his amazement she was raising her short skirt above her crotch. He caught 
a glimpse of a pair of lacy, white panties, and then she was pulling them 
down, hauling them off altogether. She held the panties in one hand and 
lifted her skirt with the other. He stared in stunned silence at the 
hairless triangle of her pussy. 

"See what your naughty brother did? He shaved all the pretty blonde hair off 
my pussy. He said he wanted it nice and smooth when he fucked me. Wasn't 
that naughty?" 

She stood in front of him with her legs spread wide, her skirt around her 
waist, her T-shirt rolled up above her tits. The rubbery inner mouth of her 
cunt had forced its way down and out between the wide outer pussy-slabs. It 
hung there between her legs like some exotic plant ready to open at a touch. 

"Touch it. See how it feels," she urged, grabbing hold of his hand. "And my 
titties too. Feel how hard and long my nipples are getting." 

She placed one of his hands on her swelling tit and the other on her oozing 
cunt. And he didn't resist. He was way beyond resisting. He sat there quite 
passively, with a dumb stare on his face, and let her do as she liked. He 
was helpless. 

"There. Doesn't it feel nice without hair?" she teased. "And doesn't my 
nipple feel hot and hard?" 

His fingers were on her pulpy pussylips and he moved them about slowly, 
exploring. Her pussy responded right away, expanding, blooming at his touch. 
In seconds her cuntlips were swollen grossly and gaping wide. A warm trickle 
of pussy-juice flowed down and soiled his hand. 

"Oooooh, that feels so nice. I like it," she cooed, squirming on top of his 
hand. "Stick your fingers inside me. Finger-fuck me." 

He did exactly what she said, poking one, and then two fingers in between 
the fat greasy lips of her cunt. A quiver went through her, and she began 
bouncing up and down, impaling herself on his fingers again and again. She 
shoved a swollen tit onto his face and his mouth closed over a nipple 
automatically. He began to suck eagerly. 

"Do you have as big a cock as Ron?" she inquired sweetly, fumbling with his 
belt. "Mind if I take a look? I'm curious." 

He was in no position to say no. And in seconds she had his slacks open and 
his shorts pulled down off his crotch. She grabbed hold of his half-erect 
cock and began tugging on it expertly. It stiffened and grew quickly in her 
pumping fist. 

"Wow, it may even be bigger than Ron's!" she admitted, watching his prick 
grow to eight, nine, ten inches in her hand. "Do you all have horse-cocks in 
your family?" 

He made a muffled sound against her tit, as if he were protesting her 
impudence. But he didn't stop sucking her nipple, And his fingers didn't 
leave her oozing, swollen pussy. Her free hand had scooped deep under his 
balls and was squeezing them knowingly. His cock grew huge in her steady 
fist, 

"Would you mind if I sat on your cock, just to see how it feels?" she 
teased. "I want to know if it feels as good as Ron's did inside me." 

He groaned hopelessly, as if he were being tortured. But he didn't resist as 
she lifted up off his fingers and clambered over him, her legs spread wide. 
She stopped jerking on his cock and held it upright between her thighs. It 
jutted up eleven inches from his crotch now, an angry red spike ready to 
split her in half. She stared down at it eagerly. 

She was squatting over him, her legs spread over his thighs. And she 
carefully stuffed the purple head of his cock between the gaping lips of her 
pussy. Then she sank down slowly on top of him, letting her weight do all 
the work. Her rubbery cunt folded itself down over his cock steadily, an 
inch at a time. She didn't stop till she felt his pubic hair on her hairless 
cunt patch, and she knew his prick was in her all the way. 

"Oooooh yes! It feels so nice! Just like Ron's!" she cooed. And she gave off 
a deep, satisfied sigh. 

She sat in his lap like that for several seconds, his prick buried to the 
balls up her cunt. Her playful blue eyes stared into his face. His cock felt 
like the top half of a baseball bat rammed up her cunt and she was content 
for the moment to let her body adjust to it. She draped her arms over his 
shoulders and heaved her lush tits toward him. 

"How does it feel for you?" she teased. "Does it feel nice to have your cock 
stuck up the cunt of your cute teenaged babysitter?" 

"This is madness," he moaned softly. "This can't be happening." 

She laughed and began to bounce up and down on top of him, sticking herself 
again and again on the granite column of his prick. Her tits mashed on 
either side of his face as she moved, and the nipples scratched his cheeks. 
He held himself rigid in his chair as if he were scared they'd both tumble 
to the floor. 

"I love to fuck. I love it so much," she groaned, increasing her tempo 
slightly. "And your brother taught me how. I owe it all to him." 

Again Phil Crawford groaned. His cock felt like it was being peeled inside 
her tight, sucking cunt. God, what a sexy little bitch she was, he thought. 
She was all lush tits and tiny waist and curving hips. And she had the face 
and hair of an angel, to top it all off. It was enough to drive a guy mad. 
And she was so young. So young. 

"Ron taught me to suck, too," Connie added, as if determined to drive him 
nuts. "He taught me how to suck his big thick cock and to lick and suck his 
big hairy balls. What do you think of that?" 

He croaked something, but she couldn't be sure what it was. He was gripping 
her around her tiny waist, holding on for dear life. His cock seemed to be 
getting even bigger up her cunt. She mashed her tits more harshly into his 
face and damn near poked his eye out with a three-quarter-inch nipple. She 
bounced up and down on him even faster. 

"I took most of his cock into my throat," she said proudly, her voice 
rasping with effort. "And you know what your naughty brother did? He came in 
my mouth." 

"Ohhhnnn," Phil moaned hopelessly into her tit. 

"Yes. He shot his naughty white cum into my mouth and made me swallow it. 
Then he spurted the rest all over my pretty face. What do you think of that? 
I had sperm everywhere on my face." 

There was a deep, choking cry against her tit. And suddenly Phil Crawford 
was no longer rigid and passive. He began lunging his ass up off the chair, 
knifing his cock deep into Connie's wet cunt-hole. He moved almost as if he 
wanted to hurt her, as if he wanted to split her in half with his hard-on. 
His face was grim and tense and very red. His mouth sagged open loosely. 

"Hot teenaged cock-teaser," he growled helplessly. "Horny, cock-sucking 
little bitch!" 

Connie felt a thrill go through her. She wasn't hurt by his words. She was 
excited. Somehow it added to the sexiness of the situation, to be called 
dirty names. Her cunt began to quiver, and the sweet familiar feelings of 
her climax began between her legs. She clung to him and met him thrust for 
thrust. She wondered which one of them would cum first. 

"I love fucking! I love sucking! I love to take cum everywhere!" she 
bleated. "Up my cunt and in my mouth and in my face! Do it to me! Shoot your 
hot jizz up my cunt!" 

He rammed his cock upward again and again, burying it each time in her sweet 
hairless cunt. His prick was huge, over twelve inches long, yet she was 
taking it like an experienced whore. There was no resistance. Only a sweet 
teenaged cunt-massage from his cock-tip to his balls. The crazy little bitch 
was amazing. She was like some life-size fuck-doll. 

"Fuck me, Phil! Fuck me hard!" she begged. "Bury your cock up my cunt and 
spurt me full of hot cum!" 

His balls began to tremble. He felt himself lose control. And suddenly great 
gushing wads of spunk were shooting up Connie's pussy. He was blasting cum 
deep up her cunt, in great creamy globs. He was spraying her insides with 
jizz. And he cried out helplessly as his balls emptied. 

"Cock-sucking slut! Horny, cock-teasing bitch!" he howled. 

"Yes! Call me names! Call me dirty, dirty names!" she pleaded. "Shoot it 
deep! Fill my hot cunt with hot, sticky cum!" 

She sensed his cock spurting, again and again, in her cunt. And she knew 
from the warm sticky feel of her pussylips that he was shooting off quarts. 
The sound of their fucking grew wetter, more gross, as his cum poured down 
from her cunt and clung to his cock. It was being squished and smeared about 
everywhere between their legs. 

"So much cum! So much hot cum!" she bleated, still riding him crazily. 
"Empty your balls! Empty your balls up my cunt!" 

He shuddered beneath her. His cock jerked. And wad after wad of spunk fired 
off inside her. She was full of it, full to bursting with steaming hot 
cock-cream. But still he couldn't stop cumming. Minutes seemed to go by, 
hours, before he quit spurting and came to rest in his chair. It wasn't till 
a long time after this, that Connie finally settled down on top of him. 

"So much cum! So much steaming hot cum inside me!" she muttered tiredly. 

Chapter 6 

Ron Crawford laughed out loud when Connie told him of her session with his 
brother. He wasn't shocked. He wasn't jealous. He was just amused. Phil was 
a phony, he said. He was the kind of guy who would never admit he wanted to 
fuck the teenaged babysitter, but if he had the chance, he certainly would 
do it. The guy was a fake. 

Connie had to agree. Phil Crawford was as phony as they come. She saw that 
now. Her crush on him was over. It was as though she'd woken up from a 
girlish dream. Now she was a mature adult, and not a child anymore. She saw 
people for what they were, not for what she wanted them to be. 

She was sitting with Ron in the dimly lit restaurant of his hotel. They'd 
just finished the most expensive dinner Connie had ever eaten, and now she 
was sipping her third glass of wine and bringing him up to date on her 
activities. She was going to stay overnight with him in his suite, and this 
made her feel even more adult. She'd never spent a full night with anyone 
before. 

It had been quite an afternoon. Ron had taken her shopping, and bought her a 
low-cut black evening dress. He'd also bought her a lacy, black garter belt 
and a pair of matching, sheer, black stockings. He refused to let her wear a 
bra or panties with the outfit, and now she sat beside him in the restaurant 
feeling half-naked. It was a good thing they had a cozy private booth, she 
thought. 

The dress was really something. It was cut so low that her tits kept 
threatening to fall out. The outer rings of her areolas peeked into the open 
each time she moved. There was a slit up the side of the dress that went so 
high her naked thigh was visible above the top of her black stocking. There 
was an occasional flash of black garter for anyone who took the trouble to 
look. 

And lots of people did. As the waiter escorted them to their booth, Connie 
saw several jaws drop in amazement. She knew Ron had dressed her up like a 
whore for this very purpose, so he could parade her about as his property. 
But she didn't mind. The attention was very flattering and made her feel 
like a real woman. 

She had her lovely blonde hair piled up on one side of her head again. And 
she'd applied the gobs of make-up that made her look like a teenaged whore. 
Her lips were shiny and wet with red gloss. Her eyes were coated with 
deep-blue shadow. She didn't look any older, strangely enough. She just 
looked more sluttish. 

Ron gazed at her hungrily. He was going to have her to himself all night 
long. He would be able to do anything he liked with her. The thought sent a 
quiver through his cock and balls. And quickly he slid a hand inside the 
slit of her dress and stroked his fingers up the length of her thigh. Her 
sheer stocking was dry and electric to his touch. 

"Mr. Crawford! What are you doing?" Connie laughed. "Someone will see!" 

"Who cares? At the prices we're paying for this dinner, they should let us 
fuck on the table if we want to. Doesn't it feel nice? Aren't you glad 
you're not wearing any panties?" 

"Mr. Crawford, you're terrible. You really are a dirty, dirty old man." 

He ran his hand over the dry, sheer material of her black stocking, then 
traced his fingers up the taut length of her garter. He felt the tight 
garter belt stretched across her belly and began working his way down the 
other suspender. He loved the feel of the lewd underwear against her ripe 
teenaged skin. 

"Fuck, I always dreamed I'd get a sweet teenaged slut to dress up in garter 
belt and stockings for me. You're a dream come true, little girl." 

Connie squirmed in her seat. She wondered if the waiters, or other diners 
could tell what was going on. They were fairly private in their booth, and 
the lights were low, but still. Suddenly she gasped out loud. Mr. Crawford 
had slid a finger into her pussy and was circling it about inside her. 

"Mr. Crawford!" she hissed. "People will see us! Ooooooh!" 

He probed the finger deeper, and Connie spread her legs wide in spite of 
herself. It really was exciting, she thought, to be doing dirty things in 
public like this. But what if they were caught? She raised her ass up off 
her seat slightly, allowing his finger to go even deeper. 

"Know what I'm going to do to you later, in the hotel room?" he grunted, 
slipping a second finger up her cunt. 

"What are you going to do to me?" she panted. Her pussy was juicing, she 
realized. It was soiling his hand with sex-slime. 

"I'm going to shove my cock into every hole you've got, little girl. I'm 
going to fuck your cunt, and your mouth, and then I'm going to shove my 
twelve-inch prick up your sweet little asshole." 

Connie whimpered softly, scarcely believing her ears. She had to bite her 
bottom lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. Then she saw the waiter 
approach and she felt something close to panic. She gripped Ron's arm 
anxiously. 

He pulled his hand from her pussy just in time. The waiter stood smiling 
down at them, asking if everything was satisfactory. If he had noticed 
anything, he didn't let on. But Connie couldn't look him in the eye, She 
blushed prettily and stared at the table cloth. 

"Would the young lady like some dessert?" the waiter urged. "Some ice cream 
perhaps?" 

"No thanks," Ron replied for her. "I've got a special treat I'm going to 
give her myself later." 

And as soon as the waiter left he grinned wickedly at Connie and told her 
the only cream she'd be eating was the cream from his cock, and she'd have 
more than her fill of that before the night was over. Then he grabbed her 
hand and pulled it into his crotch. He forced her to feel the warm bulge of 
his cock and balls. 

"Unzip me. Take out my cock and jerk me off," he ordered. There was a 
slightly strained tone to his voice. 

"Right here? In the restaurant?" Connie gasped. "Mr. Crawford, you can't be 
serious!" 

Just to show her how serious he was, he unzipped his own fly and thrust her 
hand inside his pants. He was wearing no underwear, and her fingers closed 
automatically around his thick prick. She struggled gamely to pull it into 
the open. It was so amazingly big. 

"That's it. Pump it up and down," he encouraged. And he watched as she 
hauled his giant prick out and began slowly yanking on it with her slender 
fingers. She was staring around the restaurant nervously. 

"What if you cum? Your stuff will hit the ceiling." 

"I won't cum. I'm saving that for you later. I'm going to cum in your mouth. 
Or up your cunt. Or up your ass. Or all three. I haven't decided yet." 

Again Connie blushed prettily. It was funny, she thought, how she could 
still sometimes feel like a little girl around Ron. With Phil, and with 
Daryl, she was the aggressor, confident and in control. But with Ron it was 
different. She never knew what dirty notion he would think up next. Now, for 
instance, she was jerking him off under the table in an expensive 
restaurant, with people all around. She was masturbating a man thirty years 
older than she was, in a public place. 

"You're very naughty, Mr. Crawford, to make me do this here." She pouted 
prettily. 

"Do what?" He grinned, wanting to hear her say the words. "What am I making 
you do?" 

"You know. Jerk you off. If someone sees, they'll throw me out." 

"If someone sees, they'll line up for their turn. But if you think this is 
kinky, wait till I get you out of here. Have you ever sucked cock in an 
elevator?" 

Connie stopped pumping his prick and gazed at him. She wondered if he could 
be serious. Within five minutes she found out. He packed his huge cock away 
in his pants, paid the bill, and then for the next half hour they rode the 
hotel elevator together, taking turns performing dirty sex acts on each 
other. 

First he stood beside and slightly behind her as the elevator rose to the 
top floors. For the entire ride his hand was down between her ass-cheeks and 
his middle finger was up her cunt. Connie smiled pleasantly as people 
entered and left the car, all the time squirming as Ron's finger poked about 
deep inside her. 

For a few minutes at a time the elevator was empty but for the two of them. 
That's when Ron dropped to his knees, raised her dress, and sucked and ate 
her bald cunt between the taut elastic of her black garters. When the car 
stopped to let people on, he quickly stood up and looked respectable. 

He made Connie get on her knees and suck his cock between floors. She ran 
her pretty mouth up and down on his blazing hard-on, keeping one eye on the 
door. She barely had time to spit out his cock and stand up on one occasion, 
before an elderly couple strode into the car. 

She was sure they would get caught eventually. And she wondered what she'd 
do if she were there on her knees when the next group of people came into 
the elevator. It would be hard to act casual if she had a nine-inch cock in 
her mouth. And so finally she gazed up at Ron and pleaded with him. 

"Take me to your room. Do all those dirty things to me that you promised. 
I'll let you do anything. Even, you know, fuck me up the ass. And you can 
cum in my face again if you want to." 

He took pity on her. And within minutes they were alone inside his hotel 
suite. As soon as the door was closed he crushed her to him, feeling her 
huge swelling tits mashing against his chest. He grabbed her ass-cheeks and 
mauled them harshly. Then at last he slipped the straps of her dress off her 
shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 

"Get on the bed on your hands and knees," he said, unbuttoning his shirt. 
"Stick that pretty little ass high in the air for me." 

Feeling very much a little girl again, Connie strode to the bed wearing 
nothing but her black garter belt and stockings. She did as he instructed, 
laying her head on the pillow and sticking her tight little ass into the 
air. The black straps of her garters arced over the trim cheeks and dug into 
her firm flesh. 

"Perfect. What a gorgeous little ass," he grunted. He was completely naked 
already, and the monstrous spike of his prick jutted out a foot in front of 
him. As he moved to the bed the cock-shaft bounced up and down. 

"Will it hurt?" she whispered. "Will it hurt when you fuck me up the ass?" 

"Just relax and you won't feel a thing," he reassured her. "Ass-fucking is 
like anything else. It just takes getting used to. Spread your legs." 

Connie wished she could relax, but the sight of his huge cock was scary. She 
couldn't imagine it stuffed all the way up her ass. She closed her eyes and 
braced herself against the pillow. She tried to think of other things, but 
it was just impossible. 

She had her thighs spread wide apart and her cunt had cracked open like a 
wet, rubbery mouth. He could see her clit, and the pink inner folds of 
pussy-skin quite clearly. It all glistened wetly, a result of all the 
finger-fucking earlier. He came up on his knees behind her and nosed his 
cock-head all over the gaping cunt. Then he eased his cock inside her. 

"I thought you were going to fuck me up the ass?" she groaned, feeling his 
great stiff cock bulling deep up her cunt. 

"Be patient, little girl," he soothed. "Let's get my cock good and oily with 
your cunt-juice. Then it'll slide up your ass real easy." 

Connie sighed into her pillow. God, his cock felt good inside her. He was 
shoving it in all the way, and soon she felt his pubic hair against her 
ass-cheeks. His cock-head seemed to be buried far up in her belly somewhere. 
She shifted about on the bed and her big dangling tits grazed the coverlet. 
Her erect nipples were on fire. 

He began fucking her gently, driving his cock in and out with easy strokes. 
The shaft grew wetter and more greasy as it churned through all the cunt-sap 
she was producing. He planted both hands on her ass-cheeks and pried them 
apart. The perfect round bud of her asshole was clearly visible. It winked 
up at him invitingly. 

"Here goes, baby," he warned, after another minute of straight fucking. 
"Just relax and enjoy." 

He withdrew his dripping prick from her cunt and quickly slotted the purple 
cock-head onto her asshole. Then, before she could protest, he was pressing 
forward and down, drilling his cock into the puckered ring of her ass. She 
began to groan softly, then to whimper. Her fingers clutched at the coverlet 
and she bit at her bottom lip. 

"It's so big! Your cock's so big and thick!" she moaned. "It won't go! It'll 
hurt me!" 

"Just relax," he grunted, still applying pressure. "It'll go! Don't resist. 
Spread your legs wider." 

"Nnnnn!" Connie whimpered. "It won't go! It's too big! It'll split me in 
half!" 

"I'm not going to stop till every last inch of my cock is buried up your ass 
to the balls," he warned, his voice harsh. "So you'd better get used to the 
idea. It'll go. The fucking cock-head is inside already." 

It was true. The ugly purple head of his cock had disappeared inside her and 
the circle of her asshole was stretched grossly around the monster 
cock-shaft just below the flange. He pressed farther, and her ass-cheeks 
warped out of shape around the bulk of his thick prick. Two, three, four 
inches of cock slid up her asshole as he moved forward. 

"Nnnnnn! So big! So big and hard!" she croaked, her mind reeling. She could 
still scarcely believe she was letting him do this to her. 

"It's going in, baby! So smooth! So easy!" He grunted. He forced her 
ass-cheeks apart cruelly and watched another four inches of cock-meat bull 
up her ass. 

Connie began a series of little whimpers into her pillow. She felt so weird. 
His cock wasn't hurting her. In fact it felt kind of nice. But it felt so 
strange. For no reason at all she thought of her parents. What would they 
say if they could see her now, decked out in black garter belt and 
stockings, letting a man old enough to be her father fuck her up the ass? 

"All the way, baby! All the way up your sweet little ass!" Ron growled. And 
he watched as the final few inches of hard cock-meat disappeared up her ass. 
Once the last inch vanished and his crotch hair pressed onto her ass-cheeks, 
he rested. He held onto her garter belt tightly. 

He began fucking her viciously, driving his cock back and forth up her ass 
as if his life depended on it. The prick-shaft slid in and out quite easily, 
considering how tight she was. His balls slapped onto her upturned cunt and 
sent shivers through her. Her whole body shuddered with the force of his 
thrusts. She felt like she had something monstrous inside her. 

"How does it feel, little girl?" he panted. "My twelve-inch cock feel good 
up your tight asshole?" 

"Oh God. Oh God!" In spite of herself she reached a hand beneath her and 
began poking her fingers about in her cunt. She felt faint with pleasure. 

He leaned his body low over her, till his chest grazed her shoulder blades. 
And he slid his hands under her and scooped up her big quivering tits. He 
squeezed them crazily as he pumped his ass up and down. His balls grew heavy 
and swollen against her cunt. He knew he wouldn't be able to last very long. 

He'd had a hard-on for the better part of an hour, after all. She'd jerked 
his cock in the restaurant and sucked it in the elevator. His load was ready 
for dumping. Still, he tried to make it last. He buried his face in her 
sweet-smelling blonde hair and breathed in the teenaged freshness of her. 

"Are you going to cum? Are you going to cum up my ass?" she asked, sensing 
what was happening to him. Her voice was shaky as he rammed his cock deep 
inside her again and again. 

"Yeah baby. And here it comes," he groaned. He began pistoning his ass up 
and down so fast it was just a blur. 

Connie felt him stiffen on top of her, and then shudder. And suddenly she 
felt the warm flooding sensation deep up her ass. He was cumming, she knew. 
He was spurting his hot sticky cum up her asshole. It was the strangest 
feeling she'd ever had. It was like someone had stuffed a fizzing pop bottle 
up her ass. 

"Feel it, baby! Feel it!" he grunted. He spurted out jet after jet of 
sizzling cock-cream up her ass. He couldn't stop it. The sperm jetted out in 
quarts. 

He buried his cock up her ass again and again, and time after time it 
exploded, drenching her asshole with cum. It went on for ages. Till Connie 
began to think it wouldn't stop. But then he pulled his still-stiff cock out 
eventually and pressed it like a log between her pretty ass-cheeks. It oozed 
the rest of his semen into the small of her back, soiling her garter belt. 

"What a sweet fucking asshole," he groaned, completely drained. "And this is 
just the beginning, baby. We've got all night to plug up your other holes 
with cock. You ready for that? You ready to have your cunt and mouth 
fucked?" 

"Yes! Oh yes! Oh God!" Connie moaned hopelessly. 

Chapter 7 

When Connie woke up, she couldn't remember where she was. She lay in the 
strange bed for several seconds, gazing up at the ceiling. Then she rolled 
over and felt a soreness between the cheeks of her ass. Suddenly her mind 
was clear again. She recalled how Ron's cock had pistoned in and out of her 
asshole, finally flooding it with quarts of hot cum. 

He wasn't in bed with her. He was standing by the window, completely naked, 
staring down into the street. She quietly admired the taut lines of his 
muscles and the hard cheeks of his ass. Her eyes moved to his cock, and once 
again she was amazed at the sheer bulk of it. It was completely soft, yet it 
hung down nearly eight inches from his forest of wiry black pubic hair. Damn 
near to his knees, she thought, admiringly. And as thick as her wrist. 

With growing excitement, she thought over what had happened the night 
before. The ass-fuck had just been the beginning. After that he had fucked 
her pussy, and then her mouth. And then her pussy again. God, what a night 
it had been. His staying-power was amazing. Would she ever have as much sex 
in one night again? How could she? 

She swallowed suddenly, and the thickness in her throat made her heart skip 
a beat. His monster prick had shot quarts of cum deep into her mouth, almost 
choking her. She'd felt clogged with sperm, almost as if she would drown in 
it. After her rich and wonderful dinner, she'd gotten her dessert after all. 
What a treat. 

She touched her fingers to her lips and felt the flakes of dried jism on her 
chin and cheeks. Then her hands moved lower and she felt the dried cum on 
her neck and on her firm tits. Quickly she explored the rest of her body, 
blushing as she realized she was still wearing the black garter belt and 
stockings. 

She peeled back the sheet and saw traces of dried white spunk across her 
belly and in her navel. If she'd had any pussy hair, it would have been 
matted, she knew. Her swollen pussylips were stuck together still with the 
slimy stuff. 

How many times had he cum up her cunt? Twice? And at least once up her ass. 
Then of course he'd ejaculated all over her body before plunging his 
spurting cock into her mouth. That monster cock had gushed its lewd streams 
of sperm across her skin and into every hole she possessed. 

She groaned softly. Her mouth was watering, she realized. Even after such a 
busy night, she wanted nothing better than to stuff that great hunk of 
cock-meat back into her mouth. She wanted to suck the huge purple head till 
it shone. Then she wanted to plunge down and take every inch of prick 
between her lips. She wanted to suck his cock till it was raw. 

"And what are you groaning about?" Ron said suddenly, turning from the 
window and coming to stand by her at the edge of the bed. His gorgeous cock 
swung gently as he moved. 

"Oh, I was just admiring you, and thinking dirty thoughts," she admitted 
shyly. She couldn't take her eyes off his thick prick. She wanted to suck it 
so bad. 

"Were you now? And what thoughts were those? Tell me about them." 

Connie blushed again like a naughty schoolgirl. "Oh, I was thinking how I'd 
like to suck your thing again." 

"My thing? It's not a thing, it's a cock. Say it. Say it over and over 
again." 

"Cock, cock, cock," Connie muttered, still blushing. 

"That's right. And what are these?" He pointed at the great hairy pouch of 
his balls. He knelt on the side of the bed and swung a leg over her rib 
cage. Suddenly he was squatting on top of her, his great thick cock resting 
snugly between the lush mounds of her tits. 

"Your nuts. Your balls," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the purple 
dome of his prick. 

"I want you to use those words all the time from now on," he said. "Don't be 
shy about it. It turns me on to hear you say them. What are these?" 

"My tits," she whispered obediently. 

"Squeeze them together over my cock. I want to fuck your tits for a while. I 
want to feel the nipples against my prick." 

Obediently Connie pressed her tits together over his cock, trapping it 
between them. He pumped gently back and forth, and she watched his cock-head 
loom again and again over her face. She wondered if he'd mind if she licked 
it. 

"What's this white stuff?" he asked, gesturing to the dried flecks of jizz 
on her tits. He could feel the knobby stubs of her hard nipples against his 
cock-shaft. 

"Cum," she replied without hesitation. "Jism. Spunk. Semen. Sperm." She was 
beginning to enjoy the game, and her eyes twinkled up at him playfully. 

"How come you're covered in it? Shit, you've even got it on your face." He 
traced his finger along a dried string of cum that ran up her left cheek. 

"You sprayed me, remember? After you'd shot off up my ass and up my cunt, 
you ejaculated all over me and then shoved your prick in my mouth. My, you 
have a short memory." 

But she knew he hadn't forgotten. He just wanted to hear her talk dirty. And 
she liked the sound of the words. She felt so grown-up, so adult, using 
them. She wondered what else she could say to turn him on, to shock him. 

"I want to lick your balls," she blurted out before she could think what she 
was saying. "I want to lick them, then I want to take them in my mouth and 
suck them. Will you let me?" 

He glanced at her quickly and she could see she was having an effect on him. 
His cock was getting stiffer and longer between her tits. It felt like a 
steel bar in the tight furrow. The head was huge, and it was turning a 
deeper shade of purple every second. 

He heaved up suddenly and draped his balls just over her wet and shining 
mouth. Immediately she stuck out her tongue and began licking, coating each 
swollen nut with a film of saliva. He squatted lower, and his entire ball 
sac sat on her mouth. His balls covered her chin and part of her nose. 

She licked each one thoroughly, curling her tongue this way and that. Then 
she shifted her head slightly and let one ball plop right between her lips. 
She began to suck it eagerly as if it were the most delicious item she'd 
ever tasted. She heard him groan as her tongue flicked over him. 

"The other. Don't forget the other one," he grunted. And he moaned again as 
she shifted over to suck his second ball into her mouth. "Oh yeah, baby! 
Suck them like that!" 

"Can I suck both balls at once, do you think?" she enquired, spitting out 
his second bloated nut. "Can I get both your balls in my mouth at the same 
time?" 

He didn't answer. He just squatted over her face and waited, willing to let 
her try whatever she wanted with her sweet teenaged mouth. One half of her 
face was completely covered by the monstrous log of his cock, but he could 
still see her opening her mouth and pressing her red lips against the rough 
hairy sac of his balls. Her tongue and lips felt wonderful on his nuts. 

"You're a game little slut, I'll say that for you," he hissed. "Is there 
anything you won't try, when it comes to sex?" 

She winked at him and tilted her head to one side. One bloated ball was 
already in her mouth and she was using her fingers to force the second 
between her lips. For a while it didn't look as if it would go. Then 
suddenly it disappeared and her lips were stretched taut over his sizzling 
ball sac. Both balls were in her mouth. Her cheeks were swelled out grossly. 

"What a hot little bitch you are. You love cock, don't you?" He snorted. His 
cock throbbed dangerously against the side of her face. 

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, obviously pleased with herself. She gripped his cock in 
one hand and began jacking it up and down. 

He stared down at her admiringly, amazed at her talent. Over the last few 
hours he'd fucked her silly. He'd had his huge cock in every hole she had, 
several times over. He'd spurted enough cum into her to drown a horse. Yet 
here she was, after a short rest, willing to do even more dirty things with 
him. She was one hot little cunt. 

There was a sudden loud spluttering sound and Connie was spitting both his 
balls from her mouth. She gasped out loud, drawing in air. It was as if 
she'd been under water for a while. Then she grinned up at him teasingly, 
her eyes full of fun. 

"Your balls are so fucking big! It's hard to suck them both at once," she 
panted. She immediately began sucking one ball at a time, bathing each one 
lovingly with the wet of her mouth and tugging gently on it, forcing his 
ball sac to stretch. 

"You've no idea how good that feels, baby. Keep on sucking," he encouraged. 
He smiled down at her like a teacher with an especially talented student. He 
wondered what the horny little slut would think of next. He knew he'd love 
it. 

"I want to eat your asshole," she said finally, when she'd sucked his balls 
for another two or three minutes. "I want to lick your asshole and ream it 
out with my tongue. Will you let me?" 

He groaned by way of answer and shifted slightly so she had full access to 
his ass. Soon he felt her sweet teenaged tongue flicking about on his 
asshole. It was like a soft wet feather tickling him. His balls trembled and 
his cock angled higher in his crotch. The little slut was really teaching 
him a thing or two. 

"I love to do dirty things. I just love it," she mumbled, curling her tongue 
everywhere on his puckered asshole and up along the jagged seam under his 
balls. Her angel face snuffled and groveled between the muscular cheeks of 
His ass. 

After last night he never thought he'd get it up again. That had been enough 
sex to last most men several weeks. He'd fucked her cunt, and her mouth. 
Shit, he'd even sodomized the little bitch. Yet here he was as long and hard 
as he'd ever been, his cock jutting out over her face, his balls aching. 
Who'd have thought a sweet little innocent teenager could do this to him? 

"I want to suck your big ugly cock," she said suddenly, her angel face 
reappearing from between his legs. "I want you to fuck my mouth. And my 
tits. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to eat your cum. I want to 
swallow your warm, gooey sperm. I want to feel it splattering all over my 
face again." 

She was pumping his prick wildly in her hand. And suddenly she crept upward, 
scraping her tongue over his balls and up the underside of his cock-shaft. 
She licked quickly to the top of his prick; then sank her lovely mouth over 
the huge purple head. She began to suck his cock, bobbing her head up and 
down and taking in five, six, seven solid inches at a time. She clutched the 
base tight in her hand and never stopped wanking it. 

"Baby, baby," he moaned, sliding back down on her till his balls nestled 
between her tits. "You're the hottest little cunt I've ever come across." 

He forced another pillow under her head, so that her face was tilted lower. 
This way, she could continue sucking his cock while he fucked her tits. 
First he had to pry her fingers from around his cock-base, which wasn't 
easy. She didn't want to let go. But soon she got the idea. She then used 
both hands to press her big tits together over his cock and balls while he 
fucked them. The top third of his cock still plunged deep into her mouth. 

He was about to empty his balls yet again, he realized. Over the last few 
hours she had absorbed quarts of his cum. He held her face tenderly in both 
hands for a few seconds and stared down into her eyes. The sight of her 
angel face wrapped around his cock was too wonderful for words. She was so 
pretty, so sweet, so innocent-looking, so fucking hot! 

He felt a tremor go through his cock. And he shot off a monstrous glob of 
cum into the back of Connie's throat. Her big blue eyes rolled up to his 
face at once and she began gulping eagerly. But her cheeks swelled out and 
thick streams of silver jizz flowed from her lips. The cum drooled over her 
chin and on over her neck, forming a white pool in the hollow of her throat. 

He forced his hands over hers, pressed her tits together hard over his cock. 
And as he lunged forward another huge jet of cum spurted into Connie's 
mouth, filling it to capacity. Sperm poured from the corners of her lips and 
streamed over her cheeks to her ears. She gazed up at him anxiously, her 
cheeks full to overflowing with jizz. 

He pulled back, let his cock slip from her drooling lips. Gazing down into 
her mouth, all he could see was a deep pool of white sperm. The oval of her 
lips was clogged with cum, and as she moved her tongue about, it slid from 
her mouth and poured down her cheeks and chin. Her lower face was a mask of 
gleaming silver jizz. 

He let her take his cock in her hand and pump it up and down, watching as 
she raised it from her mouth till the head was lodged on her forehead. Since 
he'd come so many times in the last twelve hours, his cock didn't really 
spurt now. It simply oozed great thick ribbons of semen. One stream seeped 
free now and stuck thickly to her forehead, right between her eyes. 

He watched, fascinated, as the streamer drooled over the bridge of her nose, 
split in two, and ran down each side of her nose like thick silver tears. 
The two streams flowed down till they joined the sea of cum coating her 
lower cheeks. 

She held his cock there, gamely letting it ooze its heavy load onto her 
forehead. And stream after stream of thick cock-cream rolled over her nose 
and eyes and cheeks. It poured down her face in thick globs, like paint down 
a wall. Her lovely young features were soon striped with long strings of 
creamy white cum. 

Spunk still drooled from her lips in torrents, but slowly her mouth was 
clearing. She swallowed, felt the heavy sperm wriggling to her belly like 
raw eggs. Eventually she was able to speak, though her tongue was coated 
with a heavy layer of white cum, and elastic strings of cum hung from her 
teeth. 

"I love hot cum. Mmmm, I love to eat warm sperm," she cooed. "And I love it 
in my face. Spurt out more on my cheeks and forehead. Spread it all across 
my eyes!" 

He did just this. His cock oozed out another two huge streamers of hot jizz, 
and they hung along her eyebrows and drooled down over her lashes, finally 
flowing on over her cheeks. Then he was finished. And he stared down at the 
sperm-splattered teenager in amazement. Her face was heavy with cum. She was 
drenched in it. 

"All over my face! Cover my face with sperm!" she bleated. "I love it! Let 
me eat it! Let me suck down all your cum!" She didn't let go of his cock for 
a very long time. 

Chapter 8 

Late the next afternoon Daryl came by Connie's house and asked if she wanted 
to go for another ride with him. He hadn't seen her since their cramped 
session in the front seat of his car. And from the look on his face it was 
obvious he wanted to make up for what had happened. He seemed determined to 
be in control of himself this time around. 

Connie smiled at him pleasantly. Poor Daryl. He was a nice guy, but he 
couldn't hope to compete with Ron Crawford. Daryl was just a boy, really. He 
wasn't a man of experience like Ron. He could never teach her dirty, kinky 
sex tricks and make her shudder with excitement. He was nice to have as a 
friend, but that was it. 

Besides, she had one final date with Ron before he left town. She couldn't 
break it to go for car rides with Daryl. Ron had promised a special 
going-away party at a friend's studio. She was to be the guest of honor, he 
said. His last-minute instructions had been to wear the special outfit he'd 
bought for her. 

Daryl tried to hide his disappointment and jealousy. He even offered to 
drive Connie to the studio party, wherever it was. Connie hesitated. She 
didn't want Daryl discovering what was going on between her and Ron. But at 
the last moment she accepted his offer. He seemed so eager to please her, no 
matter what the circumstances. 

"I won't be able to invite you up to the party," she said, after she'd 
changed and was climbing into the car beside him. "It's kind of, you know, 
private. I was told to come alone." 

"That's okay," he said. "I'm not dressed for it anyway." 

He glanced meaningfully at Connie's low-cut dress. The rich creamy swells of 
her tits were almost totally exposed. Through the slit in the side he could 
see a long length of black nylon stocking and then the pale strip of her 
upper thigh. She looked like a teenaged hooker. 

They drove along for some time in silence, with Connie occasionally glancing 
at a slip of paper with instructions on how to get to the studio. She told 
Daryl when to turn left or right, but otherwise she didn't speak. She wasn't 
really thinking about Daryl at all. She was wondering what excitement the 
coming evening had in store for her. 

"Connie, who is this guy?" Daryl asked finally, breaking the silence. "I 
mean, I know it's none of my business and all, but I was wondering." 

"You're right. It's none of your business," Connie said coldly. She had no 
intention of letting Daryl know she was fucking a man thirty years older 
than she was. 

Eventually they pulled up in front of what looked like an abandoned 
warehouse. Daryl didn't want to let her go in alone. They were in one of the 
seedier parts of town, after all. But after making sure the address was 
correct, Connie said she'd be okay. She made him promise to leave after she 
was inside, and not to follow her. Reluctantly, he agreed. 

Connie entered the building and climbed to the second floor, as Ron had 
instructed her. She tapped on a door and waited, wondering if she should 
have let Daryl come with her after all. This certainly didn't look like the 
kind of place for a party. 

But then the door opened and Ron was grinning at her, urging her inside. He 
glanced approvingly at her dress, then led her down to one corner of the 
large open room. One wall consisted of a huge skylight window that ran 
almost to the floor. Beneath it was a wide bed with a bright, red coverlet. 

"Let me introduce you to my friends." Ron smiled, gesturing to three men who 
stood in front of the bed. "This is Calvin, and Tony, and Jerry. Jerry is 
going to be taking some photographs of you." 

The first two men were huge and muscular. They were obviously body-builders 
very much aware of their good looks. The third man, Jerry, was older. He had 
one camera around his neck, two more on a table next to him. Yet another 
camera sat on a tripod facing the bed. 

Connie gazed at them all, not quite understanding. Was this the party Ron 
had spoken of? Herself and four men? Why was there so little furniture in 
the studio other than the huge bed? And why were Calvin and Tony, the 
muscle-boys, dressed in bathrobes? She glanced at Ron in confusion. 

"Relax," he soothed. "This is a little going-away celebration for me. I 
wanted some special photographs of you to take home with me. For long winter 
evenings, you understand. Jerry kindly consented to take them." 

Jerry didn't look like the type of guy to do anything kindly. And in fact at 
that moment he gestured Ron over for a word in private. He was grim-faced, 
and his voice was harsh as he talked into Ron's ear. Connie caught the odd 
word or two as she glanced nervously from Jerry to Ron and then to the two 
muscle-boys in the corner. 

"How old is she?" Jerry said, staring over Ron's shoulder at her. 

"Never mind. Just take the pictures," Ron replied. 

"You sure they'll never see the light of day?" 

"They're for my own private collection, Jerry. What's the matter, aren't I 
paying you enough?" 

Jerry grunted softly and came over to talk to Connie. He tried to muster a 
smile, and then instructed her to redo her make-up. He wanted her mouth to 
be redder and wetter, he said, and her eyes to be painted much darker. He 
gave her lush tits a look of deep approval and then went to wait at the foot 
of the bed. 

"You're not nervous, are you?" Ron asked, watching her apply the gobs of 
make-up. "There's no need to be." 

"Mr. Crawford, I'm not sure about this," Connie whispered. "If you want 
dirty pictures of me, why not take them yourself? I'd let you. And what are 
those other two guys doing here? Am I supposed to undress in front of them?" 

"Just relax and do as Jerry tells you," he soothed. "He's a pro. I wanted 
nothing but the best. Don't worry about Calvin and Tony. They'll make you 
feel right at home." 

Connie wasn't at all sure about that, but she had no time to worry about it. 
Suddenly Jerry was standing her in front of the bed and taking shots of her 
with the tripod camera. She gazed into the lens self-consciously, feeling 
silly and embarrassed. She tried to forget that the two handsome muscle-men, 
who hadn't yet said a word to her, were looking on. 

"Let the strap of your dress fall off your shoulder. Show us some tit," 
Jerry instructed, crouching behind his camera. "Sit on the bed. Show us your 
leg through the slit in the dress." 

Blushing with embarrassment, Connie did as she was told. Her left tit 
wobbled into view as the dress slipped down. One slender leg showed lewdly 
as she pulled the slit of her dress apart. The black stocking ended high on 
her thigh, and then the strip of her elastic garter snaked out of sight 
under the fabric. 

"Very nice. I like the stockings and garter belt. That's a nice sluttish 
touch," Jerry grunted. "Now lift your dress up. Show us what you've got 
between those pretty legs of yours." 

Connie raised the dress slowly, showing more and more of her slender legs 
encased in the black nylon stockings. Her garters came into view, stretched 
taut to the stocking tops along her pale thighs. She lifted the dress high 
enough for them to see her garter belt, then pulled it off over her head. 
Her blonde hair fluffed out prettily. 

"Beautiful tits," Jerry commented quietly, his camera clicking. "They must 
be at least thirty-eights, am I right?" 

"Mmmmm, yes," Connie muttered proudly. She cupped her tits in her hands and 
held them up to the camera. 

The two muscle-boys glanced at each other and moved in for a closer look. 
Ron gazed on proudly. She seemed to be relaxing very quickly, he thought. 
And why shouldn't she, with a body like hers? He felt a stirring in his cock 
as he stared at her lush tits with their puffy, perfectly formed areolas and 
nipples. 

"Jesus Christ, little girl, what happened to your cunt hair?" Jerry hissed, 
noticing her bare pussy for the first time. "Ron, you kinky bastard, did you 
do this to her? Did you shave off all her pussy hair?" 

Ron grinned like a naughty schoolboy and didn't say a word. He watched 
Connie intently, amazed at how natural she looked on the bed, naked now but 
for her black garter belt and stockings. She looked like a model in one of 
those lush erotic layouts he'd seen in mens' magazines. Except of course 
that she was so very, very young. 

"Okay, roll about on the bed. Show us how sexy you can look," Jerry 
instructed, picking up a camera from the table and approaching the bed. "Get 
on your hands and knees. Play with yourself." 

Without hesitation now, Connie did as she was told. And without further 
coaching, she spread her legs wide and raised her pretty ass into the air. 
Her black garters stretched taut down her thighs, and in between them the 
hairless gash of her cunt split wide. Her rubbery cunt-mouth was sticking 
out into the open, already hungry for cock. Just above it was the puckered 
ring of her asshole. 

Her hand snaked under her and her fingers pried apart her pulpy cuntlips. 
She dipped one finger inside herself and diddled it about. She was a little 
surprised to discover she was growing wet already. Oily warm cunt-slime was 
oozing down onto her fingers. Her clit was erect and eager. 

"Beautiful. Perfect. This little slut's a natural, Ron," Jerry said. He was 
kneeling behind Connie now, snapping pictures like crazy. He poked his 
camera to within inches of her gaping wet cunt. 

Next he had her lie on her back with her legs split wide. Again, without 
being instructed, she pulled her pussylips apart and let him photograph all 
the glistening pink skin inside. For a minute she thought he would shove his 
lens inside her, he was so close. She glanced at his crotch, to see if he 
was getting excited. For the moment she'd forgotten all about the other men 
in the room. 

"Fuck, you're a hot one, aren't you?" Jerry grinned. "Here, stick this 
inside you. You look like you need it." 

He'd produced a giant dildo from somewhere, a huge, fake plastic cock nearly 
a foot long. Connie took hold of it, stared at it for a second, then stuck 
it down between her legs. She forced three, four, five inches of it between 
her cuntlips. Then six, seven, eight inches. Soon all but the base had 
disappeared up her pussy. 

"Beautiful. Fucking perfect," Jerry praised, recording the obscene 
penetration on film. "Now this one up your ass." 

Connie hesitated only a second, then took hold of the second dildo he handed 
her. She raised her ass, began corkscrewing the fake cock about between her 
ass-cheeks. It wouldn't go at first, and she was forced to roll on her hands 
and knees again, the first dildo still jutting from her cunt. Now the second 
one slid more easily into her asshole. 

Ron and the two muscle-boys were close to the bed now, unable to take their 
eyes off Connie. There were large bulges forming at the front of both 
Calvin's and Tony's bathrobes. Calvin slipped a hand inside his and began 
squeezing and pulling on his cock. 

"A natural. A fucking natural," Jerry muttered. He was aiming his camera 
down, catching for all time the weird double penetration of Connie's cunt 
and asshole. She had inserted both dildos to the hilt now, and she forced 
her ass into the air proudly for all to see. 

"When are we gonna fuck her?" Calvin asked suddenly. "I'm getting real hard 
watching this." 

Jerry took several more pictures. He seemed fascinated with the two dildos 
jutting up from Connie's crotch like two tent pegs driven hard into the 
ground. Finally he glanced at Calvin as if he'd only just heard him. 

"Real soon, Cal. You can fuck her real soon, both of you," he said. "But 
first I want her to suck you both hard. I want to photograph her pretty face 
with two ugly cocks being rubbed all over it." 

A warning bell went off suddenly in Connie's head. She'd been so involved 
sticking dildos into herself that she'd forgotten all about the two 
muscle-boys. Now, for the first time, she realized what they were there for. 
They were going to do some kind of twosome on her. She was supposed to fuck 
and suck two strange men and let Jerry take pictures of her. 

"Mr. Crawford?" she asked hesitantly, glancing up at Ron. "I'm not sure I 
should do this." 

"Sure you should. Calvin and Tony are nice guys. They'll show you a good 
time. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Have I lied to you yet?" 

Connie had to admit he hadn't. Whenever she'd hesitated over his lewd 
suggestions in the past, she'd ended up going through with them anyway and 
enjoying them. But this was different. Two men at the same time. Two men she 
didn't even know. Absolute strangers. And they were so big. So fucking 
muscular and powerful-looking. She was sure they'd hurt her. 

"But two men at the same time," she moaned. "It's not right. It's so dirty." 

She was aware of how phony she sounded. But she really was nervous about 
taking on the two muscle-boys. She didn't feel any better when both men 
stripped off their bathrobes. They had the longest, thickest cocks she had 
ever seen. They were huge, even bigger than Ron Crawford's. They hung down 
like great hunks of pipe, all wet and shiny. They had thick, ugly blue veins 
pulsing up the shafts and swollen, purple heads. 

She knew, without asking, that Ron had hand-picked the two men. He'd 
probably been to some local gym and hung around in the locker room till he 
saw the two biggest cocks on the premises. God, when they were hard, the 
cocks would measure thirteen or fourteen inches apiece. 

"Okay, one on each side of her," Jerry instructed. "Tony, Calvin, stick your 
cocks in her face. Connie, honey, let's see what you can do with that pretty 
little mouth of yours." 

"Mr. Crawford," Connie whined, staring up at Ron in near panic. It was hard 
for her to appear helpless with a dildo stuck up her ass and cunt. 

Ron smiled encouragingly and stood to one side to watch. Calvin and Tony 
climbed onto the bed and knelt on either side of Connie's face. Their cocks 
hung down heavily between their legs, huge and thick. The big purple heads 
grazed Connie's shoulders and she looked up at Ron for one last time. 

"Grab their cocks. Play with them. Rub them all over your face," Jerry 
instructed matter-of-factly. He was waiting patiently with his camera. "Then 
I want you to suck them till they're hard as fucking steel." 

Connie tried to smile in response, but she was nervous as she glanced at the 
huge, blazing pricks. 

Chapter 9 

"Go ahead. What are you waiting for? Play with their cocks," Jerry ordered. 
He knelt on the bed in front of her, his camera ready. He obviously loved 
the sight of her pretty, teenaged face framed by the two monstrous dangling 
cocks. 

Connie curled her fingers around both cocks eventually, and began rubbing 
the purple heads into her cheeks, as instructed. She kept her eyes on 
Jerry's camera lens the whole time, as if she was hypnotized by it. Each 
time a cock-head passed her lips, she stuck out her tongue and licked it 
shyly. 

"Beautiful, play with both cocks like that," Jerry praised, shooting her 
from a slightly different angle. "Act as if the highlight of your teenage 
life is having two big ugly cocks to rub on your face." 

She felt a little silly at first, but soon she began to relax again. And as 
the cocks grew in her hands she lost what was left of her nervousness. She 
was slowly getting used to the idea that these two strange men were going to 
fuck her. As time passed, it somehow seemed less shocking. 

After a time even the camera was less of a distraction. She forgot it was 
there once she began turning her head to give each cock-head a gentle suck. 
She was only aware of the power surging into the pricks, and their amazing, 
steel-like thickness. 

She rubbed both cock-heads up over her cheeks, alongside her nose, and over 
her forehead. She poked them in her eyes, and felt them throbbing there like 
huge, ripe plums. Finally she butted both cock-heads together and flicked 
her tongue all over both of them. Her lips folded down and deep-kissed each 
in turn. 

"Suck them now. Suck both cocks," Jerry urged. He watched intently as Connie 
twisted her head and sank her mouth deep onto Tony's granite cock. 

She sucked cock for a long time, first Tony's and then Calvin's. And as she 
slopped her mouth down deep on each one, she felt it growing even more, 
thickening like some straining, overfilled pipe. By the time Jerry backed 
off to change cameras, both cocks were over a foot long. Calvin's looked to 
be closer to fourteen inches. 

"I wanna fuck the little slut," Tony growled. "I can't wait any longer. 
Gotta plow her pussy." 

"Go ahead. Plow her pussy," Jerry replied, returning to the bed with a fresh 
camera. He watched as Connie was flipped onto her back in readiness. 

Tony spread her legs wide, eased his cock down, and nudged it quickly 
between her pulpy cunt-lips. He pressed forward, buried four, five, six 
inches easily. He didn't even pause. Seven, eight, nine inches of cock 
disappeared, warping Connie's cuntlips grotesquely. The last four inches 
vanished as effortlessly as the first four. 

Connie expressed no discomfort at all. In fact she was already busy with 
Calvin's prick. She had turned her head and let him force over six inches of 
cock-meat between her lips. She was now sucking contentedly, curling her 
tongue over the huge invading cock-shaft. Her eyes fluttered closed with 
pleasure. 

"She's sure built for cock. The little slut can take anything," Jerry 
muttered. He was busier than ever now, shifting his camera from Connie's 
cunt to her cock-stuffed face. 

"Didn't I tell you?" Ron grunted. Without anyone noticing, he had stripped 
naked. He was looking on eagerly, pumping his cock in his fist at the same 
time. 

Tony was fucking Connie steadily. He had scissored her legs up and apart and 
was carving his cock in and out of her like a machine. The muscles of his 
belly rippled. He mauled her tits, grabbed hold of them and rolled them 
about harshly on her chest. He tugged at her garter belt occasionally and 
let it slap back onto her belly. 

Connie felt faint with pleasure. She'd never imagined herself performing 
such obscene acts with two total strangers, and the whole weird scene was 
exciting her no end. Besides, her cunt was stuffed with the biggest cock she 
had ever seen. She felt the start of a climax and would have cried out loud 
if her mouth wasn't stuffed with cock. 

She completely forgot about Jerry and his clicking camera, and about Ron as 
well. She concentrated on the wild, totally obscene feeling of having two 
cocks inside her at the same time. She forgot all her shyness and 
hesitation, and fucked and sucked Calvin and Tony for all she was worth. She 
didn't want the session ever to end. 

"Change positions. Calvin, you fuck her for a while," Jerry ordered. "Tony, 
plug her mouth for a while. Try not to choke her." 

Connie groaned out loud. She hated not to have a cock inside her, no matter 
how short the time. Soon she was on her hands and knees, her black garters 
stretched taut over her ass-cheeks. Tony was fucking her doggie-style, 
burying his cock to the balls up her pussy. Each time he rammed forward he 
forced her mouth down on Calvin's monstrous hard-on. 

Jerry recorded everything with his camera. He was particularly interested in 
Connie's facial reactions, and he made a point of taking lots of close-ups 
of her cock-stuffed mouth and her eyes clenched shut with pleasure. He'd 
never before had a chance to photograph someone so young and pretty in such 
an obscene situation. 

"Jerry, I want to see her double-fucked, remember," Ron said suddenly. "I 
want shots of her with a cock up her cunt and another up her ass at the same 
time. Don't forget." 

"I'll get everything, don't worry," Jerry said. "In fact I want to get her 
with three cocks inside her at the same time. You want to shove your prick 
down her throat while Cal and Tony get her ass and cunt? You look like you 
need some action." 

Ron's cock was indeed solid as a rock. It jutted up through his fist like a 
weapon. And at Jerry's suggestion he grinned foolishly, like a little boy 
offered a special present. He came close to the head of the bed and waited 
for a break in the action. The notion of being the third huge cock to drill 
Connie was too good to resist. 

"Calvin, Tony," Jerry said. "Time to triple-play her. Cal, think you can get 
your fourteen inches up her asshole?" 

Connie's ears burned. She couldn't believe they would try to do such a thing 
to her. But she was more than willing to let them try. Three cocks inside 
her at the same time. All of them over a foot long. A yard of cock inside 
her. What fun-loving girl could pass that up, given the chance? She was 
genuinely curious as to how it would feel. 

Both cocks were pulled from her at the same time, and she got one last 
glimpse of them before they were rammed back inside her. God, they were big. 
Calvin's fourteen inches pointed down like a black mahogany pole. Tony's 
twelve inches seemed to her as thick as her forearm. Ron climbed on the bed 
also, and his nine-incher jutted out from his crotch like a lance. 

"You ready for this, little girl? You ready to take all three giant hard-ons 
into that sweet teenaged body of yours?" Jerry grinned. He was gathering up 
yet another fresh camera. 

"I guess so," Connie whispered shyly. "I'll try my best." 

"Sit on Tony's cock. Stuff it up your pussy and lean down low over him," 
Jerry ordered. 

Tony was already on his back on the bed, his cock sticking up through his 
fist. He watched as Connie swung a leg over him and lowered herself slowly. 
She squatted low, her cunt gaping wide. And his cock-head soon slipped 
between the pulpy pussylips. She sank down quickly, accepted every inch of 
his blazing hard-on. Then she leaned over and waited, her tits mashed onto 
his chest. 

Calvin crouched behind her, slotted his cock-head between the split-wide 
cheeks of her ass. He pressed down onto her puckered asshole and it gave way 
almost at once. The huge dome of his cock and several inches of cock-shaft 
slid up Connie's ass. He moved slowly, but steadily, never hesitating. He 
forced her ass-cheeks wide apart with his hands. 

"Unbelievable. Fucking great," Jerry hissed, his camera clicking. He was 
recording the obscene penetration faithfully. 

Connie's pretty ass-cheeks and thighs disappeared slowly between the 
muscular legs of the two men. Calvin's ball sac lowered till it was almost 
touching Tony's. Soon both cocks were buried to the hilt. They throbbed 
heavily inside Connie's helpless body, anxious for action. 

"It feels so weird! I can't describe it!" she moaned, her small, pale body 
crushed between the two men. She waited patiently for them to begin fucking 
her. 

But suddenly Ron was touching her face, urging her to raise herself as much 
as possible. He was standing in front of her, his feet on either side of 
Tony. He had his cock stuck into Connie's face shamelessly. She opened her 
mouth, let him shove his prick inside. Her lips closed around it 
automatically. 

"Great. Just fucking great," Jerry raved, photographing first her 
cock-stuffed pussy and ass, then her cock-bloated face. "This is almost too 
dirty even for me!" 

Suddenly Connie's body was wracked with motion. All three men were plowing 
their cocks in and out of her, fucking her mouth, her cunt and her ass at 
the same time. They were going wild, ramming their pricks as deep as they 
would go. They didn't seem to care if they hurt her or not. Connie tried her 
best to breathe evenly and not to panic. From the way the men were moaning, 
she realized, this couldn't last too long. 

For no reason at all she suddenly thought of Daryl. What if he could see her 
now, impaled on three huge pricks? What would he think of her? She'd come a 
long way in the last few days. From innocent teenager to experienced 
cock-handler. There was nothing she couldn't handle, was there? She knew it 
all. 

She started to cum. And the next few minutes were a blur as she writhed with 
pleasure between the three men. Her climax kept rolling through her in 
waves. She lost track of how long it lasted. She sucked Ron's cock hard and 
deep into her throat, tried to make him cum. The other two cocks rammed in 
and out of her without let-up. 

She must have passed out for a few seconds. The next thing she remembered, 
she was flat on her back on the bed and all three cocks were pulsing angrily 
just inches from her face. All three men were jerking off, aiming their 
pricks for her face. Calvin and Tony were on her right and left. Ron was 
sitting on her tits, pointing his cock at her chin. 

"Drench her with cum. Cover her pretty teenaged face with gallons of 
steaming hot spunk," Ron ordered crazily. Jerry had quit giving instructions 
for the moment. He held his camera just above the jerking cocks, ready to 
record the deluge to come. 

Connie wondered vaguely why they were all aiming their cocks at her this 
way. Then she remembered how much pleasure Ron had gotten when he'd spurted 
his semen all over her. These were the pictures he would treasure most after 
he'd left town, she knew: shots of her face plastered with cum from the 
cocks of three different men. What a weirdo he was. 

She didn't protest. She didn't squirm to get out of the way. She waited 
patiently, ready to clench shut her eyes at the first sign of flying jizz. 
She held her mouth open, quite willing to let them shoot as much cum as they 
could inside. She only hoped she wouldn't choke, or drown in the hot creamy 
stuff. She knew there'd be lots of it. Ron all by himself shot off quarts. 

"Splatter her! Smash your hot cum into her face!" Ron cried, his voice 
hoarse. 

And he gave off a cry of joy as he watched a huge streamer of cum burst from 
Tony's cock and smack Connie across one eye. It was a thick jet, over a foot 
long, and it splashed across her ear and cheek before soiling her eye and 
slithering off over her forehead. The jizz glittered on her face like wax. 

Tony squeezed his cock hard and squirted another jet of cum over Connie's 
nose. The spunk looped across her face like a thick ribbon of warpaint. It 
drooled down both cheeks and trickled off toward her ears. It was a thick, 
pearly white. 

"In her face! Spurt in her cock-sucking face!" Ron groaned. And suddenly, 
before Tony had finished shooting, both he and Calvin were cumming too, 
spurting great heavy jets of sperm into Connie's pretty face. 

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Mmmmm!" she croaked, her eyes clenched shut. There was an 
absolute blizzard of cum in the square foot above her head. 

Jet after jet of steaming hot cum shot into her face. Streams of white 
splattered her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. Ribbons of it crisscrossed 
her eyes. And her mouth, still held open gamely, filled up with a deep pool 
of white. Jets of cum met in mid-air and bounced off in different 
directions. The goo always landed on her upturned, soiled face. 

"Amazing. Fucking amazing," Jerry grunted, holding his clicking camera just 
above the silver downpour. His own cock was as hard as stone now in his 
pants. 

Slowly but surely, Connie's face disappeared under its blanket of creamy 
white cum. She was drenched with jizz, to the point where she was no longer 
recognizable. Her eyes and mouth were silvery pools of goo. Her nose and 
forehead wriggled with gushy streamers. She looked as though someone had 
upturned a jug of white paint onto her lovely face. 

"Splatter her! Drown the hot little bitch with cum!" Ron wailed. He lobbed 
out another two blasts of spunk completely burying the left side of her face 
with slime. The tail-ends of the jets hung in her blonde hair. 

Calvin shot his last few jets across her mouth, leaving her lips awash. He 
let the dregs pour down onto her cheek and into her ear. Tony had quit 
spurting already, and he poked his cock into her eye, watching the collected 
cum overflow down her temple. All three cocks glistened obscenely, as if 
they'd been freshly varnished. 

Connie groaned helplessly. There was so much sperm. She couldn't believe how 
much the three men had unloaded on her. Her hair was matted and spiky with 
it. Her mouth and throat were clogged. Even her eyelids felt heavy, as if 
someone had poured rich and sticky glue into both sockets. She felt 
streamers of it dribbling down her nose, her cheeks, her neck. 

"Are you getting good shots, Jerry?" Ron croaked. "Make sure you get her 
face in close-up. I want those pictures blown up poster size." 

Connie couldn't believe her ears. What a dirty, filthy pervert Ron Crawford 
was. Was there anything he wouldn't use her for? Was there nothing he 
wouldn't do to her for his own pleasure? He'd done everything, surely, every 
dirty, kinky thing a middle-aged man could do to a pretty young teenaged 
girl. There was nothing else he could do. 

"Let me at her, I got to shoot in her face, too," Jerry grunted suddenly, 
casting his camera aside. He was opening up his pants, hauling out his 
thick, bloated cock. He nudged Tony to one side and leaned in close to 
Connie's face. He began jerking off steadily. 

"And then I've got one more thing I want to try with her," Ron muttered. 
"She'll love it, I guarantee." 

Chapter 10 

For several days Connie barely left the house. For one thing, she was sore 
as hell. She'd taken three gross cocks up every hole in her body. She'd been 
fucked and mauled every which way. Her cunt, her ass, even her mouth was 
tender. She needed a rest. 

But there was more to it than this. In a way the orgy had shocked her. She 
thought she was unshockable, but this wasn't really true. What the men had 
done to her was beyond her wildest dreams. The way they had triple-fucked 
her, and in particular the way they had cum all over her, really made her 
think. What they'd done after that, to end the orgy, she tried her best to 
forget. 

Ron Crawford had left town finally, and it was probably just as well. Who 
knew what crazy, kinky things he would have thought up next for her? She 
blushed with shame when she recalled that he'd always have his dirty 
photographs as a record of what had happened. But he lived far away and 
there was little chance of the stuff falling into the hands of the wrong 
people. Like her parents, or her teachers. 

Daryl came by again on the weekend, and she was actually glad to see him. 
This surprised her for a while, until she figured out the reason, Daryl was 
so normal, so ordinary. He was just an average teenager like herself. After 
Ron Crawford and Jerry, and the muscle-boys, he was a pleasant change. 

He was obviously thrilled when she consented to go for a ride with him. In 
fact Connie knew right away what he had on his mind, just as she had a few 
days before. She hated to disappoint him, but she really was sore from the 
gangbang. When he parked under the familiar trees and turned to her with 
that special glint in his eye, she waved him off. 

"Daryl, I don't want to fuck," she said. "I'm sorry. I can't. I'm not in the 
mood." 

He looked hurt. "It's that guy you're seeing, isn't it? The one who invited 
you to that party. Are you fucking him, or what?" 

Her first thought was to lie, to deny that she'd fucked Ron. But what 
difference could it make now, one way or the other? She'd probably never see 
Ron Crawford again. She wasn't sure she even wanted to see him. And she had 
a strange need to talk about what had happened to her lately. Maybe she 
could tell Daryl. At least he was a friend. 

"Yes, I fucked him," she replied softly. "I fucked him several times. And 
that's not all we did." 

Daryl looked even more hurt than before. He'd had his suspicions, but still 
he didn't want to believe Connie had fucked someone else. Now she was 
admitting it, and it was hard to take. He wished he hadn't asked. He didn't 
want to hear any more but she went right on without any prompting. 

"He's the guy who shaved off my pussy hair. He did that the very first time 
we met, right after he'd eaten me out." 

"Who is it?" Daryl asked miserably. "Who is this slimy bastard?" 

"Never mind. It doesn't matter. He was much older than you or me. He was 
middle-aged." 

"You fucked a middle-aged guy! You let him shave your pussy?" Daryl gasped. 
His face flushed a deep shade of red. 

"Yes. Are you disgusted with me? You can take me home if you like. I'll 
understand." 

Daryl ignored her. "But why with an older guy? Did he force you, or what?" 

"He didn't force me. I loved every minute of it. I guess I did it with an 
older man because he was so experienced. He could teach me things." 

"What kind of things?" Daryl groaned. He didn't really want to know, but he 
couldn't stop himself from asking. 

Connie smiled. How could she sum up all that dirty Ron Crawford had taught 
her in the past few days? It would take ages. But at the same time she 
wanted to go on, to see if Daryl was shocked at what she said. In a way it 
was a great relief to be able to talk to someone about this stuff. 

"Well, he taught me how to suck his cock. And to use my tongue all over his 
balls as well. He taught me how to lick his nuts and take them in my mouth 
and suck them." 

Daryl groaned out loud. His heart was pounding crazily. But what was worse, 
and what made him feel ashamed, was that his cock was starting to stiffen in 
his pants. He could feel it. He was actually getting excited listening to 
Connie tell her dirty tales. And to think that he'd invited her out so he 
could ask her to go steady with him. 

"He has this huge cock." She continued. "I'd never seen anything like it. 
Until the other day, that is. He made me suck it and rub it all over my 
face." 

Daryl shifted nervously in his seat. He tried to move his growing cock to a 
more comfortable position without attracting her attention. But then he 
thought, what the hell, and deliberately eased it to one side. Why should he 
care if she saw he had a hard-on? 

"Connie, you don't have to tell me all this. Shit, I wish you wouldn't," he 
moaned. "Listen, I don't care what you did with this asshole, whoever he is. 
I want us to go steady, you and me. I want you to be my girlfriend." 

It was out before he could think twice about it. In fact, if he'd thought 
too much about it, he wouldn't have had the guts to say it. He was in a 
state of shock at what she was telling him, and maybe it was just as well. 
He could say things he wouldn't say otherwise. He really did want to go 
steady with her. 

"You're excited, aren't you?" She grinned, ignoring his offer. "You're 
getting hot hearing about my dirty sex life." 

"Never mind. What do you say? Do you want to go steady with me or what? I 
could be real nice to you Connie." 

"And I could be real nice to you. Here, let me help you with that big, 
naughty hard-on. I can't fuck right now, but maybe I can help jerk you off 
at least." 

She reached over and unsnapped his belt, then opened his fly and gripped the 
top of his pants. She told him to raise his ass, and as he did so she pulled 
on his pants and shorts both. The swelling pole of his cock flopped free and 
swayed to one side. It was a solid, healthy seven inches. 

"I knew you were getting a hard-on. I could tell." She grinned. She curled 
her fingers around his cock and began shucking up and down gently. He 
settled back into his seat and stared at her miserably. 

"You haven't answered my question. Do you want to go steady with me or 
what?" he persisted. Her hand felt so nice, so expert on his prick. Her 
fingers were gentle and cool. 

"Daryl, you won't want to go steady with me when I tell you what I've done 
over the past few days. You'll call me a slut. You don't want to go steady 
with a slut, do you?" 

"I don't care what you've done. I really like you, Connie." He groaned. His 
cock grew rapidly in her pumping fist. It jutted up all red and angry, and 
the head turned a deep shade of purple. 

 "We'll see," she said. "You know what I did with this guy after I'd sucked 
his cock? I let him cum in my mouth and all over my face. What do you think 
of that?" 

Daryl moaned but didn't say anything. If she was telling him all this to 
shock him, she was succeeding. But his hard-on kept growing, and his 
breathing became more and more ragged. He couldn't have stopped her talking 
now, even if he'd wanted to. He sure as hell didn't want to stop her wanking 
his cock. 

"The next time I saw him, I did something even dirtier." She went on, 
obviously getting a lot of pleasure from what she was saying. "I stayed 
overnight with him in a fancy hotel. I sucked his cock in the elevator, and 
later, I let him fuck me up the ass. Isn't that unbelievable?" 

Daryl whimpered. For the moment he couldn't speak. She had scooped her free 
hand under his balls and was fondling them gently. Her fist never missed a 
beat on his throbbing cock. He wondered how long he'd be able to keep from 
cumming. Not long, if she kept up this dirty talk. 

"Up your ass?" he managed to croak at last. The thought of some horny older 
man shoving his big ugly cock between Connie's pretty little ass-cheeks was 
almost too much to bear. 

"You want to steady with a girl who lets middle-aged men fuck her up the 
ass?" she asked, not really expecting an answer. "Or who lets a guy fuck her 
tits and cum in her face? That's what he did to me next morning. And I loved 
it." 

Her hand paused to rest on his cock. She examined it closely, watching as 
the piss-slit oozed out a fat pearl of pre-cum juice. She smeared it over 
the purple dome with her thumb, let some of it seep over her slender 
fingers. Then she began jerking him off all over again, sliding her fist up 
and down steadily. 

"You want to hear more? You want to hear what I did the other day at that 
party you took me to?" she hissed. 

Daryl knew she was going to tell him, whether he wanted to hear or not. He 
braced himself for what was to come. He knew it would be shocking. He 
wondered again if he'd spurt before she finished her obscene story. 

"I let myself be gangbanged by three different men," she said, her voice 
steady. "Do you understand? Three different men, all at the same time. I had 
one cock up my cunt, one up my ass, and one in my mouth. All at the same 
time! Do you believe that?" 

Daryl nodded helplessly. He really did believe her. He'd believe anything 
she told him at this point. He glanced nervously at his cock. He wouldn't 
last much longer, he knew. Any minute he'd be shooting his jizz. It would 
spurt as high as the roof of the car, he was sure. 

"Not only that, but there was a fourth guy taking dirty photographs of the 
whole thing. Can you imagine? The girl you want to go steady with was 
photographed fucking and sucking three horny men at the same time. And 
afterwards they all came in my face. Even the photographer got so excited, 
he jerked off in my face too!" 

Connie's voice was hoarse with strain, and now she too was staring at 
Daryl's cock, anxious that he should spurt soon. She gave her fist one last 
rest, and watched while gobs of pre-cum juice slid out over her fingers. 
Then she was jerking him down the final lap. Her fist was a blur on his 
prick. 

"They all shot off their cum in my face. Can you picture that, Daryl?" she 
whispered breathlessly. "My face was covered in sperm. Drenched in it. I bet 
you couldn't even recognize me. Then, to wash me clean, you know what they 
did?" 

Daryl tried to tell her that he didn't want to hear. He knew it would be too 
shocking, too dirty for words. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. 
He gazed helplessly at his cock, then at Connie's lovely face. Then at his 
steaming cock again. His balls began to tremble. 

"They got out this huge plastic sheet and spread it on the floor. Then they 
made me sit on it, all covered in sperm, while they stood around me, all 
four of them. Their cocks were still huge, even after cumming. The smallest 
one was ten inches long. The biggest was fourteen inches." 

Daryl felt himself losing control. He had a crazy urge to stick his hands 
over his ears. Her fist jacked up and down without stopping. Her other hand 
squeezed his balls. Again his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came 
out. He listened to the end of her story in desperation. 

"They held their cocks over me and started to piss." She went on raggedly. 
"Their cocks were just over my face, and one by one they started peeing. 
First one guy, then another. At one point I think all four guys were pissing 
on me at the same time." 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Daryl moaned, finally finding his voice. His cock was 
all set to explode in her fist. 

"They pissed on my legs and on my cunt and on my belly. Then they pissed all 
over my tits and neck. They absolutely drenched my face and hair." 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Daryl groaned. 

"I let them do as they liked. I didn't complain. I held back my head and let 
them piss all over my face, all four of them. I even opened my mouth and let 
them piss inside. I drank down their piss and let it splatter all over my 
face. And I enjoyed it! You know, I think I really loved it!" 

Daryl howled out loud. And without hesitation Connie scrunched down onto the 
floor of the car and thrust her face next to his cock. She held her mouth 
open and his prick shot a huge streamer of sizzling cum inside. It shot into 
the back of her throat and wriggled to her belly, all but a fat trail of it 
that hung grossly off her lower lip. 

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" Daryl roared. He raised his ass off the car seat and shoved 
his cock through the cradle of her fingers. 

"They pissed in my face and all over me, four big, horny men!" she croaked, 
aiming his cock at her face. She closed her eyes and waited, pumping his 
prick crazily. 

A jet of sperm smacked into her face, spattering in four different 
directions across her cheeks and nose and mouth. Another followed. And 
another. Till yet again Connie's pretty face was splattered and soiled with 
silver cum. 

"They drenched my face in piss. And my hair! They gave me a piss shampoo!" 
she raved, still waving the cock like a wand in front of her face. 

A white cum-jet shot across her nose and left eye. Yet another slashed up 
the center of her face and looped right between her eyes. It ended up hooked 
in a frond of her hair like a brooch, dripping gently onto her forehead. 

"You really want to go steady with a girl who lets guys cum in her face and 
piss all over her, Daryl?" she groaned, sperm drooling from her mouth. 

"Yes, goddammit! Yes!" he howled, cradling her semen-drenched face in his 
hands. "Goddammit, Connie, I'm crazy about you!" 

He shot one more jet into her face. Connie reared back her head and smiled 
up at him through all the glistening jism. She might just give Daryl a 
chance, she thought. Maybe he wouldn't make a bad boyfriend after all. Maybe 
she could learn to like him a lot. He was her own age at least. He was crazy 
about her. She could teach him all she'd learned from Ron Crawford. 

"Rub your cum into my face, Daryl," she urged, tilting her head up to him. 
"And if you still want me after all I've told you, well, you got me." 


 The End
