It's a Good Thing!
by Rick Humus
Chapters 41 - 50
CONTENTS
Chapter
41 - Visiting Christine in Los Angles
Around the 4th of July weekend, Spencer called me and asked if I wanted to fly to California and spend a few days with him and Christine. He had business there, and said we’d be staying at her apartment on the beach for about a week or so. I jumped at the chance!
“Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod are you serious! I’d love to go! I’ve never been to LA and I’d love to see Christine again!” I bellowed into the phone at him, nearly dropping it in the pool in my excitement. That night I packed a bag, and he picked me up early the next morning and we took a car to the airport. When we landed in Los Angeles it was odd since it was only about an hour after we left with the time change. It was so exciting flying nearly all the way across the country, seeing all the farmland and forests and deserts and all, I spent pretty much the whole flight with my nose pressed against the window like a little kid! When the pilot announced we were over the Grand Canyon, I couldn’t believe what it looked like from so far up! It was really neat.
After we landed, we grabbed our bags and went out to the Rent-a-car place. Spencer rented a really nice big car, I think it was a Mazda or a Lincoln or something but don’t know for sure. Spencer said it would take an hour or so to drive to Iguana Beach (LOL, I thought that’s what he called it first, but he later corrected me, it’s Laguna Beach…) He punched Christine’s address into the GPS, and we navigated out of the airport. Spence has been there dozens of times, so he kinda knew where he was going, but I was amazed at the roads and freeways and just general craziness of the whole thing. I’m sure you’ve seen shots of the Los Angeles airport on TV and all, and yes, it really does look like that big spider web thing!
I’d been really horny all day (I guess riding on planes does that to me!) and as soon as we were out of the rent-a-car place I leaned over and rubbed the Perfection. It got hard pretty quickly, which I was gratified to see. “Holy bajooly, sweetie, at least wait until we get out to the 405!” he smiled at me. I didn’t know what that meant, but I just stuck out my tongue at him.
“Meanie-head! Just for that –“ and I straightened out and leaned back into my seat and crossed my arms in front of me like I was pissed off. But I couldn’t help it, I snuck a look over at Spence and he was grinning and I busted out laughing.
“Darn it Spencer I hate you!” I giggled at him. He reached down and unzipped himself, and I leaned over again. I noticed that this car had no console thingy in the middle between the seats, it was nice and open and empty except for some controls for the windows or something. That’s always nice, us girls appreciate not having to contort ourselves all over the front seat when we just want to suck some dick.
I popped the Perfect Penis’s crown into my mouth and just started lazily tonguing and sucking on him, just because I really liked doing it that way. I was in no hurry. I knew Spence could give me a nice warm load whenever I wanted.
“You’re going to miss all the scenery if you keep your head in my lap the whole way down” he said to me.
“Tho wot?”
“You’ve never seen LA.”
“hoo looong do geb thure?
“It’s going to take at least an hour, depends on traffic.”
“oooo gaaay.” I decided to pull a nice load from Spence quickly, and then watch the world for a little while, and maybe suck him again before we got to Christine’s.
I wrapped my tongue around his head, and swabbed back and forth, then wriggled it right under the crown like I know he likes it. Meanwhile, my right hand was busy jerking him back and forth, building up a nice warm load of spermies in his balls. I’ve grown to know that when I jack him off while I’m sucking, Spencer seems to generate even more spermies for me than normal. I moaned into his Penis, tasting the first few warm drops of pre-cum on my tongue, the salty slipperiness making me almost dizzy with excitement. I so loved sucking on Spencer.
After a few miles, he started hunching his hips up at me as I sucked, and I had four or five inches of him sliding wetly into my mouth each time.
“Oh, sweetie, that’s so good,” he breathed at me, “going to drench your little tonsils in a second . . . get ready, baby . . . “
I tightened my grip on him and pulled back so just his crown was locked behind my lips and curled my tongue into a chute so his spermies would shoot right on to it and I could taste them fully. My hand sped up just a little, and I jerked rhythmically back and forth, my fist nearly hitting my face, and sinking down onto his zipper where the Perfection poked through.
“Unh-unh-unh-unh-“ he grunted, signaling that he was getting close. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I tasted the first little drop of semen squirt out and then –
‘Jzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!’ A really hot tasting jet of his cum splurted out and slid right across my tongue like a wet snowball, hitting the back of my throat and flowing back into my mouth. I barely had time to register it when ‘Jzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!’ Another bolt followed it. I moaned in pleasure and he grunted, loudly, jerking on his Perfection to pull another big load out.
“oh god Jules that’s so good, goddam here’s another” and ‘Jzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!’ a third big jet blasted my tonsils, just like he said. I had to swallow, there was no more room in my mouth and I didn’t dare spill any of my precious Penis’s seed.
I gulped down the first three blasts, the warm and salty soup soothing to my throat, and I could taste the rich, thick batter all the way down. As I cleared room in my mouth, and kept jerking, a fourth and then a fifth squirt of his sperms came flying into my young mouth and I spread them around on my tongue, loving the salty, gooey feel and taste as it spread over my gums and the inside of my mouth until every square inch had a coating of semen.
“Unh . . . Unh . . . Unh!” signaled a sixth, seventh and eighth jet, his hips hunching up into my waiting face, and I was sad to feel that Spencer was emptying out, by the eighth jet you could tell he was getting low. His arm squeezed my shoulders as each pulse blew out of his Perfect Penis and into my mouth. I swallowed a second time, a shiver running through my own body as I showed my love and honor for Spencer.
He paused a second, and then sank down into the seat.
“Oh god . . . Julie you are the absolute best . . . I can’t even begin . . . that was fuckin’ fantastic . . .” he breathed slowly. I reluctantly raised up, giving his shiny and damp crown one last kiss and licking up the last little drop of white bubbling up from it.
“Ummmmmm. You can say that again, buster!” I gurgled roughly, through the semen still clogging my tiny throat. “That was a load and a half!” I felt warm and fuzzy inside, as I always do when I think of Spencer’s sperms sliding and dripping down my throat into my tummy. “I love you Spencer!” I whispered at him, and he blew me a kiss.
“Love you too, sweetie, so much!”
I sat back in the comfortable seat of the big car and just exhaled contentedly, enjoying the aftertaste of his semen load. Looking outside, I was fascinated by the Los Angeles area. We were only a couple of minutes past the airport, heading south I could see, and there were still palm trees, convertibles, and cars everywhere! The freeway was about a hundred lanes in every direction, there were cars and trucks and limos swooping everywhere. It was frantic and hot and sunny and everything I expected it to be.
I put my hand on my tummy and rubbed. I’d worn a crop top tee and a pair of shorts and some sandals, and my boobs were poking through the light top. I reached into my purse for the rings. I’d taken them out that morning, knowing that they might cause a bit of a ruckus at the TSA booth. I lifted my top up and, looking around, decided to just haul it off and go topless in the car for part of the trip. What the hell, the windows were kind of tinted, and I had the slight feeling that 13 year old titties weren’t a big deal in LA anyway.
It only took me a minute to slide each ring though my nips and see them hanging down sexily across the top of my boobs. I’d been growing a little bit more than usual lately, and my old Bs were filling a C cup now. It felt great! They were still nice and round, I constantly thanked Daddy and my mother, bless her soul, for passing down great genes in the boob department! I lightly rubbed and pinched each one as we drove out of the main part of the city and headed south. I just watched the world go by. Southern California is so different from home, it’s got beaches and mountains and palm trees and everything looks so clean and bright and sparkly, the sky was blue and there wasn’t a cloud in it. I could get used to this, I thought to myself.
We got to Iguana Beach about 3 o’clock, I think and the traffic was pretty heavy, even though there were like a hundred lanes of freeway in both directions. I put my top back on by then, so I flashed a couple of big truck drivers by pulling it up, and they’d honk their loud horns, and Spencer would yell, “cut it out!” but he was only kidding.
We pulled off the freeway and Spence listened to the GPS girl tell him to “turn right in 300 feet” and “turn left in one quarter mile” and all, and then we pulled up in front of this big, white, glass and concrete building with real pretty landscaping around it, and about a half a dozen fancy looking cars parked in little spots off the street. I recognized Christine’s Corvette from Instagram pictures she’d posted.
Spence pulled into one spot labelled “Gu st” with the paint rubbed off the “e”, and I said, “Hey Gust, how ya doin’?” and cracked up laughing. We hopped out and ran up the steps and looked for her door. Before we could even look around, a door opened and Christine shrieked “Julie!!!! My god girl you are getting too fuckin’ beautiful!” and she grabbed me and hugged me to her, and Spence grinned and pushed past us with the suitcases.
“Where can I put all this crap?” he joked, motioning to my big huge suitcase and smaller travel bag and makeup case, and then his little overnight bag or whatever it was.
“Anywhere, big brother, anywhere. Let me look at you, girl!” she chirped at me, standing back and eyeing me up and down.
“Damn. Your boobs are comin’ in reeeeeeeeel good, aren’t they! And you’re so damn tan, you’ll fit right in here and won’t even look like a tourista!”
“Check ‘em out!” I said, lifting my crop like I’d done with the truckers out on the freeway. Her eyes went from one nipple to the other, and she licked her lips.
“Oh babe, they’re gorgeous. I tell ya, some of the bitches out here would pay a hundred thousand bucks to have tits like that!”
I blushed. She linked arms with me as we strutted into the apartment. It was a nice place, it was full of glass and chrome and steel, with two huge windows that looked out onto the street, and I noticed that across the street were a few big expensive looking houses and then the BEACH! The sun was still high in the sky and the water was golden and there were tons of people, kids and teens and adults all sitting on the sand or splashing around in the water.
“Oh my god you’re right on the BEACH!” I yelled. “How cool is that!”
“Yeah. Perks. Let me show ya around!” and she grabbed my arm. I wasn’t really all that interested in her apartment, but she showed me the two bedrooms, a small laundry space, a decent sized bathroom with a big tiled shower, and a kitchen with a island coming out that had four or five bar stools around it. The living room, where we ended up, had a big TV on the wall and two big white sofas and a couple of recliner chairs. There was a bookcase with some stuff on it like shells and all, but I was itching to get out to the water.
“Yeah, it’s really cool and pretty. Can I go to the beach? Hunh?”
“Jeeeze, Jules, you just got here! The beach’ll be there for a long time” Spencer chuckled. “Besides, I didn’t think you bothered to pack a suit, did you?”
“Of course I did you big dummy!” I responded, hitting him on the arm. “I brought two weasles and my orange Divissima!
“You have a Divi?” Christine asked suddenly, “I think they’re so cool! They want me to do a shoot next week in Venice Beach.”
“WOW!” I exclaimed, “You’re goin’ all the way to Italy”
“Oh, no, girlfriend!” she laughed, “Venice Beach is a little suburb of LA. It’s kinda cool, lotsa canals and stuff right next to the beach. Maybe I can work something out and maybe take you with, ya know?”
My eyes lit up. “Cool! That’d be really great! Now let’s get changed!” I grabbed my smaller suitcase with my little stuff in it and ran into the bedroom that Christine’d said was hers. I figured we’d get changed together. She followed me in as I dumped my case on the bed and rummaged through it for one of my suits. I just grabbed the first one I saw. It was a sexy little gold fabric WickedWeasel. I shimmied out of my shorts and pulled my top over my head, while Christine stripped down.
“How’s the laser treatment?” she asked, pointing at my nude and smooth crotch.
“Great! I love it, no more shaving, and I’m always soooo smooth and cool. Daddy’s not quite used to not being able to shave me any more, but I’m trying to win him over. With my pussy, you know?” I giggled, grabbing my crotch with one hand and making an exaggerated bump and grind, and Christine laughed with me.
“Yeah. It’s just so much cleaner. I love it.”
I looked with envy at her body. Tan all the way down, like me, but with some lines around her hips and boobs, so she hadn’t laid out naked ALL the time. Her legs were long and smooth and muscular, a bit like mine I guess but longer. I had my years of gymnastics to thank for that. Her magnificent double-D boobs stood straight out, defying gravity as usual. She turned to grab a suit top, and I saw a new tattoo on her hip, a dragon breathing fire, small but nice and very pretty.
“Ooooooo, love your new tat, Chrissy!” I gushed.
“Oh yeah?” she turned and twisted to look at it. “I had it done back in April, I guess it was. I have to be careful, some shops don’t like tattoos on the girls at all, so you gotta be discrete, ya know?”
“Yeah.”
“So what the heck have you been doing since Christmas? I can’t believe it’s July already too! Is Spencer being good to you? If he’s not, just let me know, I’ll crack him upside his head!” she chuckled. So as we finished getting into our bikinis I told her.
I told her about the parties that Spence and Daddy took me to, with all the whips and stuff, and then the great 13th birthday party I had.
“Oh, girlfriend, these three men had absolutely ginormous penises, and they got so hard and they all fucked me and I about died with so many cums. It was just amazing!”
Her eyes laughed with delight as I regaled her with the story of how they all took turns fucking me and letting me suck on them and then the “airtight” fucking.
“Oh my god Chrissy, I had more than a yard of cock in me! I thought I’d bust!” I giggled. “And the cum! At the end they all came on my face, even Daddy and Spencer and I was just covered in it!” I said, laughing.
As we crossed the street over to the beach, I told her about my last “date” with Mr B, and how sad I was that he was moving to a new school next year, and that I’d probably never see him again, and that made me really sad.
And I told her about Betsy, how she was so shy and nervous, and how I took her under my wing and showed her what being a slut was all about. I didn’t tell her about the motorcycle gang and all, though, since I’d told Bets it was our secret.
We walked across the street and over on to the beach, and found a spot to put some towels down. It was getting to be late afternoon, and the sun was still warm. I ran down and stuck my foot in the wavelets coming up on shore.
“YIKES!” I yipped, “the water’s cold!”
I guess I wasn’t ready for it. The last beach I’d been on was in the Caribbean and the water was around 80 degrees or something, almost like bath water. This water was much colder! I splashed around a little bit but decided to just go up and lay on the towel and relax for a bit. We’d picked a spot with not a lot of people around, the nearest person was about thirty feet away, I guess. I looked around. Moms and kids, some teens around my age, and some older girls and guys. Most of the girls were like Christine, tall, blonde, and stacked. I guess every girl in southern California looked like a Barbie doll!
I sat on the towel with my legs folded in front of me for a while, and then turned and lay on my belly. Christine was sitting like I had been. She’d been on her phone for a bit, talking with some photographer or something about a modeling job, so I didn’t interrupt. She finally ended her call and then lay on her side, facing me.
“Christine?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Um . . . tell me . . . about it?”
Around the 4th of July weekend, Spencer called me and asked if I wanted to fly to California and spend a few days with him and Christine. He had business there, and said we’d be staying at her apartment on the beach for about a week or so. I jumped at the chance!
“Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod are you serious! I’d love to go! I’ve never been to LA and I’d love to see Christine again!” I bellowed into the phone at him, nearly dropping it in the pool in my excitement. That night I packed a bag, and he picked me up early the next morning and we took a car to the airport. When we landed in Los Angeles it was odd since it was only about an hour after we left with the time change. It was so exciting flying nearly all the way across the country, seeing all the farmland and forests and deserts and all, I spent pretty much the whole flight with my nose pressed against the window like a little kid! When the pilot announced we were over the Grand Canyon, I couldn’t believe what it looked like from so far up! It was really neat.
After we landed, we grabbed our bags and went out to the Rent-a-car place. Spencer rented a really nice big car, I think it was a Mazda or a Lincoln or something but don’t know for sure. Spencer said it would take an hour or so to drive to Iguana Beach (LOL, I thought that’s what he called it first, but he later corrected me, it’s Laguna Beach…) He punched Christine’s address into the GPS, and we navigated out of the airport. Spence has been there dozens of times, so he kinda knew where he was going, but I was amazed at the roads and freeways and just general craziness of the whole thing. I’m sure you’ve seen shots of the Los Angeles airport on TV and all, and yes, it really does look like that big spider web thing!
I’d been really horny all day (I guess riding on planes does that to me!) and as soon as we were out of the rent-a-car place I leaned over and rubbed the Perfection. It got hard pretty quickly, which I was gratified to see. “Holy bajooly, sweetie, at least wait until we get out to the 405!” he smiled at me. I didn’t know what that meant, but I just stuck out my tongue at him.
“Meanie-head! Just for that –“ and I straightened out and leaned back into my seat and crossed my arms in front of me like I was pissed off. But I couldn’t help it, I snuck a look over at Spence and he was grinning and I busted out laughing.
“Darn it Spencer I hate you!” I giggled at him. He reached down and unzipped himself, and I leaned over again. I noticed that this car had no console thingy in the middle between the seats, it was nice and open and empty except for some controls for the windows or something. That’s always nice, us girls appreciate not having to contort ourselves all over the front seat when we just want to suck some dick.
I popped the Perfect Penis’s crown into my mouth and just started lazily tonguing and sucking on him, just because I really liked doing it that way. I was in no hurry. I knew Spence could give me a nice warm load whenever I wanted.
“You’re going to miss all the scenery if you keep your head in my lap the whole way down” he said to me.
“Tho wot?”
“You’ve never seen LA.”
“hoo looong do geb thure?
“It’s going to take at least an hour, depends on traffic.”
“oooo gaaay.” I decided to pull a nice load from Spence quickly, and then watch the world for a little while, and maybe suck him again before we got to Christine’s.
I wrapped my tongue around his head, and swabbed back and forth, then wriggled it right under the crown like I know he likes it. Meanwhile, my right hand was busy jerking him back and forth, building up a nice warm load of spermies in his balls. I’ve grown to know that when I jack him off while I’m sucking, Spencer seems to generate even more spermies for me than normal. I moaned into his Penis, tasting the first few warm drops of pre-cum on my tongue, the salty slipperiness making me almost dizzy with excitement. I so loved sucking on Spencer.
After a few miles, he started hunching his hips up at me as I sucked, and I had four or five inches of him sliding wetly into my mouth each time.
“Oh, sweetie, that’s so good,” he breathed at me, “going to drench your little tonsils in a second . . . get ready, baby . . . “
I tightened my grip on him and pulled back so just his crown was locked behind my lips and curled my tongue into a chute so his spermies would shoot right on to it and I could taste them fully. My hand sped up just a little, and I jerked rhythmically back and forth, my fist nearly hitting my face, and sinking down onto his zipper where the Perfection poked through.
“Unh-unh-unh-unh-“ he grunted, signaling that he was getting close. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I tasted the first little drop of semen squirt out and then –
‘Jzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!’ A really hot tasting jet of his cum splurted out and slid right across my tongue like a wet snowball, hitting the back of my throat and flowing back into my mouth. I barely had time to register it when ‘Jzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!’ Another bolt followed it. I moaned in pleasure and he grunted, loudly, jerking on his Perfection to pull another big load out.
“oh god Jules that’s so good, goddam here’s another” and ‘Jzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!’ a third big jet blasted my tonsils, just like he said. I had to swallow, there was no more room in my mouth and I didn’t dare spill any of my precious Penis’s seed.
I gulped down the first three blasts, the warm and salty soup soothing to my throat, and I could taste the rich, thick batter all the way down. As I cleared room in my mouth, and kept jerking, a fourth and then a fifth squirt of his sperms came flying into my young mouth and I spread them around on my tongue, loving the salty, gooey feel and taste as it spread over my gums and the inside of my mouth until every square inch had a coating of semen.
“Unh . . . Unh . . . Unh!” signaled a sixth, seventh and eighth jet, his hips hunching up into my waiting face, and I was sad to feel that Spencer was emptying out, by the eighth jet you could tell he was getting low. His arm squeezed my shoulders as each pulse blew out of his Perfect Penis and into my mouth. I swallowed a second time, a shiver running through my own body as I showed my love and honor for Spencer.
He paused a second, and then sank down into the seat.
“Oh god . . . Julie you are the absolute best . . . I can’t even begin . . . that was fuckin’ fantastic . . .” he breathed slowly. I reluctantly raised up, giving his shiny and damp crown one last kiss and licking up the last little drop of white bubbling up from it.
“Ummmmmm. You can say that again, buster!” I gurgled roughly, through the semen still clogging my tiny throat. “That was a load and a half!” I felt warm and fuzzy inside, as I always do when I think of Spencer’s sperms sliding and dripping down my throat into my tummy. “I love you Spencer!” I whispered at him, and he blew me a kiss.
“Love you too, sweetie, so much!”
I sat back in the comfortable seat of the big car and just exhaled contentedly, enjoying the aftertaste of his semen load. Looking outside, I was fascinated by the Los Angeles area. We were only a couple of minutes past the airport, heading south I could see, and there were still palm trees, convertibles, and cars everywhere! The freeway was about a hundred lanes in every direction, there were cars and trucks and limos swooping everywhere. It was frantic and hot and sunny and everything I expected it to be.
I put my hand on my tummy and rubbed. I’d worn a crop top tee and a pair of shorts and some sandals, and my boobs were poking through the light top. I reached into my purse for the rings. I’d taken them out that morning, knowing that they might cause a bit of a ruckus at the TSA booth. I lifted my top up and, looking around, decided to just haul it off and go topless in the car for part of the trip. What the hell, the windows were kind of tinted, and I had the slight feeling that 13 year old titties weren’t a big deal in LA anyway.
It only took me a minute to slide each ring though my nips and see them hanging down sexily across the top of my boobs. I’d been growing a little bit more than usual lately, and my old Bs were filling a C cup now. It felt great! They were still nice and round, I constantly thanked Daddy and my mother, bless her soul, for passing down great genes in the boob department! I lightly rubbed and pinched each one as we drove out of the main part of the city and headed south. I just watched the world go by. Southern California is so different from home, it’s got beaches and mountains and palm trees and everything looks so clean and bright and sparkly, the sky was blue and there wasn’t a cloud in it. I could get used to this, I thought to myself.
We got to Iguana Beach about 3 o’clock, I think and the traffic was pretty heavy, even though there were like a hundred lanes of freeway in both directions. I put my top back on by then, so I flashed a couple of big truck drivers by pulling it up, and they’d honk their loud horns, and Spencer would yell, “cut it out!” but he was only kidding.
We pulled off the freeway and Spence listened to the GPS girl tell him to “turn right in 300 feet” and “turn left in one quarter mile” and all, and then we pulled up in front of this big, white, glass and concrete building with real pretty landscaping around it, and about a half a dozen fancy looking cars parked in little spots off the street. I recognized Christine’s Corvette from Instagram pictures she’d posted.
Spence pulled into one spot labelled “Gu st” with the paint rubbed off the “e”, and I said, “Hey Gust, how ya doin’?” and cracked up laughing. We hopped out and ran up the steps and looked for her door. Before we could even look around, a door opened and Christine shrieked “Julie!!!! My god girl you are getting too fuckin’ beautiful!” and she grabbed me and hugged me to her, and Spence grinned and pushed past us with the suitcases.
“Where can I put all this crap?” he joked, motioning to my big huge suitcase and smaller travel bag and makeup case, and then his little overnight bag or whatever it was.
“Anywhere, big brother, anywhere. Let me look at you, girl!” she chirped at me, standing back and eyeing me up and down.
“Damn. Your boobs are comin’ in reeeeeeeeel good, aren’t they! And you’re so damn tan, you’ll fit right in here and won’t even look like a tourista!”
“Check ‘em out!” I said, lifting my crop like I’d done with the truckers out on the freeway. Her eyes went from one nipple to the other, and she licked her lips.
“Oh babe, they’re gorgeous. I tell ya, some of the bitches out here would pay a hundred thousand bucks to have tits like that!”
I blushed. She linked arms with me as we strutted into the apartment. It was a nice place, it was full of glass and chrome and steel, with two huge windows that looked out onto the street, and I noticed that across the street were a few big expensive looking houses and then the BEACH! The sun was still high in the sky and the water was golden and there were tons of people, kids and teens and adults all sitting on the sand or splashing around in the water.
“Oh my god you’re right on the BEACH!” I yelled. “How cool is that!”
“Yeah. Perks. Let me show ya around!” and she grabbed my arm. I wasn’t really all that interested in her apartment, but she showed me the two bedrooms, a small laundry space, a decent sized bathroom with a big tiled shower, and a kitchen with a island coming out that had four or five bar stools around it. The living room, where we ended up, had a big TV on the wall and two big white sofas and a couple of recliner chairs. There was a bookcase with some stuff on it like shells and all, but I was itching to get out to the water.
“Yeah, it’s really cool and pretty. Can I go to the beach? Hunh?”
“Jeeeze, Jules, you just got here! The beach’ll be there for a long time” Spencer chuckled. “Besides, I didn’t think you bothered to pack a suit, did you?”
“Of course I did you big dummy!” I responded, hitting him on the arm. “I brought two weasles and my orange Divissima!
“You have a Divi?” Christine asked suddenly, “I think they’re so cool! They want me to do a shoot next week in Venice Beach.”
“WOW!” I exclaimed, “You’re goin’ all the way to Italy”
“Oh, no, girlfriend!” she laughed, “Venice Beach is a little suburb of LA. It’s kinda cool, lotsa canals and stuff right next to the beach. Maybe I can work something out and maybe take you with, ya know?”
My eyes lit up. “Cool! That’d be really great! Now let’s get changed!” I grabbed my smaller suitcase with my little stuff in it and ran into the bedroom that Christine’d said was hers. I figured we’d get changed together. She followed me in as I dumped my case on the bed and rummaged through it for one of my suits. I just grabbed the first one I saw. It was a sexy little gold fabric WickedWeasel. I shimmied out of my shorts and pulled my top over my head, while Christine stripped down.
“How’s the laser treatment?” she asked, pointing at my nude and smooth crotch.
“Great! I love it, no more shaving, and I’m always soooo smooth and cool. Daddy’s not quite used to not being able to shave me any more, but I’m trying to win him over. With my pussy, you know?” I giggled, grabbing my crotch with one hand and making an exaggerated bump and grind, and Christine laughed with me.
“Yeah. It’s just so much cleaner. I love it.”
I looked with envy at her body. Tan all the way down, like me, but with some lines around her hips and boobs, so she hadn’t laid out naked ALL the time. Her legs were long and smooth and muscular, a bit like mine I guess but longer. I had my years of gymnastics to thank for that. Her magnificent double-D boobs stood straight out, defying gravity as usual. She turned to grab a suit top, and I saw a new tattoo on her hip, a dragon breathing fire, small but nice and very pretty.
“Ooooooo, love your new tat, Chrissy!” I gushed.
“Oh yeah?” she turned and twisted to look at it. “I had it done back in April, I guess it was. I have to be careful, some shops don’t like tattoos on the girls at all, so you gotta be discrete, ya know?”
“Yeah.”
“So what the heck have you been doing since Christmas? I can’t believe it’s July already too! Is Spencer being good to you? If he’s not, just let me know, I’ll crack him upside his head!” she chuckled. So as we finished getting into our bikinis I told her.
I told her about the parties that Spence and Daddy took me to, with all the whips and stuff, and then the great 13th birthday party I had.
“Oh, girlfriend, these three men had absolutely ginormous penises, and they got so hard and they all fucked me and I about died with so many cums. It was just amazing!”
Her eyes laughed with delight as I regaled her with the story of how they all took turns fucking me and letting me suck on them and then the “airtight” fucking.
“Oh my god Chrissy, I had more than a yard of cock in me! I thought I’d bust!” I giggled. “And the cum! At the end they all came on my face, even Daddy and Spencer and I was just covered in it!” I said, laughing.
As we crossed the street over to the beach, I told her about my last “date” with Mr B, and how sad I was that he was moving to a new school next year, and that I’d probably never see him again, and that made me really sad.
And I told her about Betsy, how she was so shy and nervous, and how I took her under my wing and showed her what being a slut was all about. I didn’t tell her about the motorcycle gang and all, though, since I’d told Bets it was our secret.
We walked across the street and over on to the beach, and found a spot to put some towels down. It was getting to be late afternoon, and the sun was still warm. I ran down and stuck my foot in the wavelets coming up on shore.
“YIKES!” I yipped, “the water’s cold!”
I guess I wasn’t ready for it. The last beach I’d been on was in the Caribbean and the water was around 80 degrees or something, almost like bath water. This water was much colder! I splashed around a little bit but decided to just go up and lay on the towel and relax for a bit. We’d picked a spot with not a lot of people around, the nearest person was about thirty feet away, I guess. I looked around. Moms and kids, some teens around my age, and some older girls and guys. Most of the girls were like Christine, tall, blonde, and stacked. I guess every girl in southern California looked like a Barbie doll!
I sat on the towel with my legs folded in front of me for a while, and then turned and lay on my belly. Christine was sitting like I had been. She’d been on her phone for a bit, talking with some photographer or something about a modeling job, so I didn’t interrupt. She finally ended her call and then lay on her side, facing me.
“Christine?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Um . . . tell me . . . about it?”
~~~~~ Christine’s Story ~~~~~
“When my mother left us, I was eight, and Spence would have been eleven I guess. At first, I was really lonely, and I could tell Daddy was upset about it. I didn’t find out until much later that she had an addiction problem, and she was also, from what Daddy says, quite a bitch when she got strung out. Dad tried to help her over and over, getting treatment and rehab but she kept relapsing. I guess some people just can’t break the habit. It’s so sad. So far as we know, she moved to somewhere in Canada, over near Montreal and we don’t even get a Christmas card from her or anything.
“Anyway, we did the best we could – Daddy had maids and nannies come in a lot, since he was out of town overnight a couple of days a week, and both Spence and I got used to being taken care of by older, Mary Poppins-type women, you know?”
I nodded. “Like Mrs Abernathy.” She smiled back at me.
“When it was about nine or ten, I started getting really curious about sex and all. I had a very vague idea of what it entailed, but I hadn’t the foggiest notion of all the variations. I just thought that the only way you had sex was for the man to put his thing in the woman and then later on a baby came out. But an older girl at school straightened me out. We sat at the playground one afternoon and she gave me the whole story. I mean, I was flabbergasted. It never occurred to me that you could use your mouth, or your butt, or that men did it with men and women with women sometimes. But Sally told me everything. She had an older sister herself, and that’s how SHE found out!
“So I learned about oral sex and anal and lesbian and gay sex and all the other good stuff. Plus, Sally taught me how to masturbate, and for that I’ll be forever grateful! I had little tinglings down there now and then, you know, but I never really took the time to play around and explore. I had my first climax when I was, oh, probably ten and a half or so. And then within days I was frigging my little clitty every chance I could get. In bed before I got up for school, in the bathtub or shower, at night, and then start all over again the next morning. I must have cum a thousand times a month, and I was hooked. I loved having orgasms. Well, who doesn’t, right?”
And I grinned at her. “You betcha!”
“So, I started trying to find out everything I could about sex. The internet was great, I could surf for hours and read all the whole medical stuff, so I learned about all the male and female reproductive systems. I’ll bet I was the only girl in fourth grade who knew what the vas deferens was!” and she laughed out loud.
“I probably rubbed my hymen away, if it was even there anymore, with a hairbrush handle before I was eleven. And then I went on a crusade to find as much stuff that would fit up my cooch as I could. Fingers were always the old standby, but I shoved hairbrushes, toothbrushes up there, I even tried a cucumber but they were still a bit big. I talked Sally into getting her sister to buy me a dildo, and then it was off to the races, baby!”
“I’d fuck myself silly with it nearly every night, and go to sleep with it packed up in to me sometimes. When I found out my butt was really sensitive and sexual, that was a whole ‘nother story. My dildo was a bit big for me still, so I had to talk Sally in to getting me a smaller anal toy, and once I figured out how to get double-stuffed, that was another big event. I’d shove the anal toy up into me, and then get on my hands and knees and push the dildo in and out of me, grunting and squeaking until my pussy exploded, and then I’d rest for a minute and do it all over again. I have no idea how Spencer and the nannies didn’t hear me. Maybe they did. But they never said anything.”
“I’d lube up the anal plug and slide it up into me, and then lay back on my bed, or on the floor with my feet up on my bed, and just work the dildo in and out for hours, slowly, then faster, then slowly, then just barely moving in and out. Then once, I don’t know even how the thought occurred to me, but I pulled the slimy old dildo out of my snatch, and put the tip of it in my mouth, and pretended it was Daddy. I closed my eyes and saw his face right there. I sucked all my juice off that rubber cock, and then stuck it back in me, and then sucked it again. Over and over. I realized that I liked sucking on a cock in my mouth. I really did. I tried to get it as far back as I could until I almost threw up.”
“It wasn’t long before I decided that I needed to seduce Daddy. I thought briefly about Spencer, but he was going through his mid-teen ‘I’m an asshole’ phase and I turned my attention elsewhere. I knew Daddy had girlfriends and all, sometimes he’d bring a girl home for a while, but it never seemed to last more than a month or two. Then one night, we had the nanny prepare a big turkey dinner, and I kept feeding Daddy more and more wine, I wanted to get him all loosened up for my plan. It was storming pretty bad that night, with lightning and thunder and all, and I waited until we were all in bed and then around midnight, right after an especially loud thunder boom, which I was waiting for, by the way, I shrieked and ran into Daddy’s bedroom and jumped under the covers with him.
“Daddy, I’m scared!” I whimpered at him, and he rolled over and held me to him. I remember feeling so warm and protected with his big arms around me, he smelled like wine and turkey and mouthwash and the whole thing. I clung to him and faked being real scared. As I did, I let my leg brush up between his legs, until I felt something I knew wasn’t leg. I was a little surprised he let me wriggle up there, but he did. I rubbed up against him forever, and he moaned and called me his little star and all the little pet names he used to call me. I finally got up the courage to put my hands on him.
“Daddy, is this your thing?” I whispered, trying so hard not to giggle.
“Yes, darling, but I don’t think you should be touching it.”
I ignored him. I was very slowly rubbing it back and forth, feeling it get stone hard in my little hand. I couldn’t even get my fingers all the way around it. Daddy was rubbing my back and I was cooing and gurgling, kissing his chest and his arms. Finally, I said “Daddy, I want to kiss it” and he sort of but not quite resisted, I heard a faint, ‘no, no you’re my-’ under his breath but I was having none of it. I ducked down and I couldn’t even see, of course, it was pitch dark, but I found the head of his cock, and it was wet and weepy. I couldn’t hardly believe it. Here I was, barely eleven, and I was face to face with a big, huge, hard penis! I’d waited so long for this moment. I took a deep breath, and then I licked it and Daddy shuddered, and then I opened as wide as I could and I sucked the very head of it, right down to his ridge. It felt so, so . . . I don’t know. Right, I guess. Like I was born to do that. I had no guilt, no bad feelings, nothing like that at all. To me, I was giving my Dad good feelings, showing my love for all he did for us kids. It wasn’t evil at all.”
I nodded. “I kinda felt that too, with my Daddy. I wanted to make him feel good, and that made ME feel good. It felt so good to know that I was giving pleasure to my Daddy. If you could have got it with a foot rub, I’d have done that too. It didn’t matter what I did, so long as my Daddy loved me for it.”
“Right. So anyway, it was in my mouth and I started sucking and jerking his shaft as best I could. I was probably horrible. Even after practicing with my dildo he was too big to take any more than an inch or so in my mouth. But Daddy was moaning and breathing heavy and saying ‘oh my little girl, my little girl’ over and over. I put my other hand on his balls, and felt them lurch and move around. But I kept on sucking. I kinda knew what was gonna happen, you know? From reading and all? But I didn’t really KNOW what was gonna happen. It didn’t take long. After just a few moments, Daddy groaned really deep, and put his hand on the back of my head, and then I felt his cock quiver and WHOOOSH! A big old spurt of cum flew out and nearly drowned me. I wasn’t quite prepared for the heat or taste or the force of it, and I choked and nearly barfed it all back up. I think by instinct alone I closed off my throat and when the next one came I just held it in my mouth. Daddy was moaning and groaning and whispering, like, ‘ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod’, and my mouth was filling up with this hot, salty, gooey stuff, and me, like a dummy, all I could picture was thousands of little sperms swimming around in it.”
I nodded, knowingly.
“Finally though, he stopped jerking and shooting and groaning, and he just kind of exhaled and his whole body relaxed, and the hand on the back of my head went away. I pulled my mouth off of his cock, and, keeping my lips sealed tightly, my cheeks were ballooned out like a chipmunk or something, you know? I crawled back up his body and looked at his face. There was this most beautiful, peaceful, calm look on it, although he was looking kinda unfocused, if you know what I mean. . . I straightened my body up and took a big gulp of his cum, and his eyes flew open and I had to swallow again, and this time I almost choked. But Daddy smiled and seemed so grateful. So there I was, eleven years old, and I had a buttload of my daddy’s semen in my stomach.”
“I snuggled up against him and he patted the top of my head and said, ‘thank you, honey, that was wonderful.’ And I felt so good that I’d made him happy. And so, for the next couple of months, I’d get up in the middle of the night and sneak into Daddy’s room and suck his cock for him a couple of times a week. I never really contemplated having actual sex with him, I knew he was way too big for me. About a month into our affair, Daddy turned the tables on me and taught me how great it felt for a girl to have her pussy eaten. My god, that first time he stuck his tongue up in my bald little cooch, I just about blew the top of my head off. Having orgasms was not a new thing for me, but having one given to you by my own Daddy? Wow! I loved it. So I certainly got it as well as I gave it in that respect. Daddy always left me a worn out, cummed out little girl when he picked me up and carried me back into my own bedroom, smelling of pussy juice and cum and sweat.”
“I was twelve when he started putting his fingers up my butt while he licked my clit. And of course, I opened right up. In fact, I probably suggested it, now that I think about it. But I really wanted it, I really wanted to feel his cock inside of me, way up inside of me. So we did the whole enema thing and man, that first time. It hurt like hell. I cried like a little baby but wouldn’t let him stop. I pushed back against him and literally forced him to fuck my ass.”
I stared at her in wonder. Her story fascinated me, partly because I looked up to her so much, and partly because it was so much like mine.
She continued. “I was 13 before I’d grown enough to take him in my pussy, and that’s when the real fun started. I remember the first time, when Daddy took my pussy virginity, I bled a little and he was really apologetic. But I told him it was OK, that it didn’t really hurt that much and after that it felt SO wonderful! So our sex life now had all sorts of outlets. Much as I loved sucking him, and taking him in my ass, I really loved getting fucked in the pussy. He put me on the pill right away of course, Daddy loved to pull out and cum on my tummy, and my boobs were starting to grow out, and he loved coating them with his sperm. Maybe that old myth about cum making your boobs grow is true, eh?” she said, laughing. I chuckled.
“Well, then mine should be about triple-Z cups!” I grinned.
“That turned out to be one of Dad’s kinks, I guess – for some reason, he loved to see me splattered with cum. As it turned out, so did many of his friends. It started with just his closest buddies, but then gradually expanded.”
“What do you mean? You had sex with all of them?”
“Oh, no, not that. I mean, I did fuck with a couple of them as I got a little older, but it was almost always just Daddy. We’d fly off to Bahrain or Buenos Aires or Baku or wherever, and there’d be a big meeting with all the rich business bigwigs, and then afterwards we’d have a special party in some secluded little club or something. There’d be maybe a couple dozen men, a lot of times more, a dozen or so girls who I didn’t realize at the time were probably prostitutes, and little ol’ me. 13, 14, 15. Oh, I was the star attraction. It felt so nasty and dirty. Daddy would fuck me while they’d watch, some of the girls would fuck the other guys, and then after Daddy finished, they’d all jerk off all over me.
“Really?!” I goggled.
“Yep. It got to be fun after a while. I’d sorta lay there, with my arms and legs outspread like I was making snow angels or something, and the guys would come up and either do it themselves, or their girlfriend or whatever would jerk them off. I’d get covered. I mean, absolutely drenched. Of course, a lot of them loved to cum on my face, so I got used to that REAL quick. I betcha I’ve rubbed gallons of cum into my face before I was old enough to drive. They’d spray it on my boobs or on my puss a lot, and of course some of the guys had a foot fetish or something, so my toes and all would get pretty creamy too!” she laughed.
“I’d rub it in or taste it sometimes, but it seemed that most of them just wanted to see me covered in cum. You can imagine the hotness of a cute little 14- or 15-year old girl, with boobs getting bigger by the day, laying there absolutely glazed from head to toe. It was like I was painted white sometimes!”
I shook my head slowly. “Wow. That sounds kinda hot, but kinda gross too!” I laughed. “I should talk, I guess.”
“Yeah!” she chuckled. “You’ve been a cum queen for a while too, girlfriend!
By now we’d left the beach and crossed the road back to her apartment. I for one welcomed the cool air conditioning. The water may have been cold, but the air on the beach was hot.
“How ‘bout a shower?” Christine asked. “I’ll do your back and you do mine?” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Good by me!” I chirped. We raced into the bathroom giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. Bikinis tossed aside, we both stepped into the shower, and she turned the water on and squirted a huge dollop of body wash right down my front. I squealed “AHHHHHHHH! That’s cold!” and tried to grab it out of her hand and turn the tables but she was too strong for me. I ended up grabbing the showerhead and spraying her right in the face with it, and she dropped the plastic bottle, sputtering.
“Yeah!” I chortled, “how’s that for a big wet facial!” and the battle was on.
Five minutes later we were laughing, hugging each other, coated with soap and water and suntan lotion. Chrissy’s fingers were exploring as far up my pussy as they could reach, and I had a lip-lock on her right boob, and my right hand was rubbing her clit. We moaned into each other’s mouths, and I pinched my slippery fingers on her clit, rubbing it vigorously. I don’t remember who came first but we both shivered and shook in the water until I could barely stand up. She pulled me into her bedroom, and we fell onto the bed, still soaking wet. Christine yanked my legs apart and dove her face into my snatch. Her tongue felt marvelous, licking up and down my pussy lips, kissing, sucking, stroking. I held my own boobs and pinched my nips, closing my eyes to the ecstasy coming up on me.
Chrissy managed to capture my clit with her lips and teeth, and she sucked strongly on it, causing a wave of pleasure to emanate out from it, rolling up my torso like a freight train. My brain detonated, and I bucked my hips rapidly at her face, cumming strongly and crying out. She ate me to three more strong climaxes, each one more pleasureable than the one before, until I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to push her head away.
“Stop! Stop! Chrissy I can’t take anymore, stop!” I cried, rolling over and curling into a ball to escape her cruel fingers and tongue and lips. That didn’t work. I felt my cheeks being pulled apart, and a slim finger shot up my ass, nearly making me pass out.
“ohgodohgod . . .” I whispered. The finger started moving in and out, slowly at first, then faster, and then I felt a second come in. I couldn’t do anything but lay there, trembling, little mini-cums roiling through my body, as Christine attacked my poor defenseless little ass with her fingers and tongue. Her wet slobber made her fingers slide in and out even slicker. Then, the wet tip of her tongue replaced her fingers, and I groaned into the pillow. Her tongue burrowed up inside of me, what felt like inches into my guts. She started pistoning it in and out, her tip pointed and hardened, a tiny mini-cock fucking my ass.
I felt a hand burrow under my hips and her fingers found my clit and I couldn’t do anything but lay there and orgasm every minute or so until I was covered with sweat.
Finally she relented and pulled away, and I lay there panting, almost sobbing with relief and pleasure and satiated beyond belief.
“Welcome to California, bitch!” she whispered in my ear. I went, ‘mmmmmmmm’ and turned to kiss her, our lips sliding back and forth. After a moment, I gathered my strength and pushed her back, and she fell back willingly. I headed for her crotch, which was a wet, slippery mess. She’d been so turned on. I licked up and down her pussy lips until they were almost dry, and then worried her clit like a dog with a bone. I tried to swab her cervix with my tongue. And her pretty ass wasn’t immune either, I figured tit for tat as I shoved three of my fingers up inside her pooper. She bucked and writhed and moaned and tried to buck me off but I held on.
Half an hour later we were both flat on our backs, snoring lightly, when Spencer poked his head in the bedroom door. I woke up when he stopped next to the bed on my side.
“You sexy sluts can’t stop fucking each other, can you?” he said, laughing. He’d brought in three big bottles of ice cold water. I took one, and splashed the other across Chrissy’s tits, causing her to wake up with a shriek.
It took us a while, but we managed to get dressed and go out to eat finally. I ate a huge hamburger and a pile of cheese fries. Chrissy had a salad and some wine, and Spence wolfed down a Delmonico steak. After dinner, we drove around Iguana Beach (as I’ll always be calling it, just for grins) and Christine pointed out some of the sights, not that there were many. They explained how this part of southern California is really just one big beachfront from San Diego all the way north to the other side of Los Angeles, and that it was getting more and more crowded every day. I loved the scenery, though, I thought it was kinda neat how the mountains came down right almost to the beach, and there was a block or two of pretty houses and all, and then the beach. We drove up past Newport Beach and then turned around to come home. I think we were all pretty whacked out tired. I was nearly comatose by the time Spence pulled into Chrissy’s complex and we stumbled into bed all together. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, and when I came back in Chrissy and Spence were all tangled up together. I crawled in behind Spence to spoon against his back. I reached around to hold his Perfection, and nearly busted out laughing. Chrissy’s hand was already there, and he was half-hard. I smiled to myself, held the top half to myself, and fell back asleep after a few minutes. Life is a good thing!
Chapter
42 - Venice Shoot
The next few days Chrissy and I were inseparable. We’d hit the beach for a while in the morning, then come back for a little lunch, then go out and maybe do a little shopping or get our nails done or whatever. And of course, we spent a lot of time investigating each other’s pussies close up! Spence usually fucked me at least once in the morning, and Christine love sucking his spermies out of me before we hit the beach. She joked, “I don’t want you leakin’ that stuff all over my good towels!”
We barbecued or went out for dinner. I loved going out with them, they always made me feel grownup and not just some little kid. I loved seeing all the beautiful people out and about, it seemed that nearly everybody in California was handsome and pretty!
One night at dinner, Christine said we were driving up to Venice the next day for her photo shoot and so we’d need to have an early night and get lots of sleep. “We’ll have to leave around 7 it’s going to take at least an hour and a half, probably two, to get there, and we’re scheduled to start at 10. They’re using a service to get us there, so at least I don’t have to drive.”
“What kind of shoot is it?” I’d never bothered to ask, and it hadn’t come up since that crazy first afternoon we got here.
“It was all in the contract. A mini gangbang with DP, DV and DA. Probably end with facials, and then a blowbang after with a bunch of guys.” She said matter-of-factly.
I looked at her puzzled.
“Oh, girl. You don’t know. Four guys and me, interracial, with double penetration, two cocks in my pussy, and then two in my ass at the same time. Then afterwards, another bunch of guys come in and I blow them until they cum in my face all at the end. Good day’s work. Probably be at least nine or ten at night before we finish. ”
I gasped. “Are you shittin’ me girl!” I laughed, “Hope you plan on gettin’ a shower before we head home!”
“Hell, they’ll probably all want to piss on me afterwards to hose me off!” she grinned. “But that’s extra, and probably just for the European market, you know?”
She squeezed my hand.
“What am I supposed to do all this time while you’re getting screwed and having fun?”
“Oh girlfriend, I’m SURE they’ll find something for you to do!” and she smiled and raised one eyebrow. Little did I know . . .
The next morning, Chrissy shook me awake, handed me a mug of coffee (blech!) and I stumbled out to the curb with her, where a guy was waiting with a minivan. We clambered in, and Christine tossed her small rolling bag across behind the two middle seats.
“It’s a lot easier to take a car rather than drive up myself. I nearly always ask for this if the shoot is out of town, and most of them are glad to do it. They know they get me at the top of my game when I don’t have to drive a couple of hours to get there.” I nodded, sleepily.
She had on a pair of jean shorts and a filmy top tied under her boobs, and I had on a jean skirt with a tee shirt that said “Daddy’s Girl” in rainbow lettering across my boobs. I leaned back against the window, closed my eyes, and was back asleep in about 5 minutes.
I woke up about an hour or so later, we were still not back up in LA. I looked over at Christine. She was reading a book and I leaned over to see the title. “Quantum Mechanics – Non Relativistic Theory. Course of Theoretical Physics, Volume 3”
I cleared my throat, and she looked up and over at me. “Quantum Mechanics, eh?” I said, smiling. “Meh. I read that last summer at the beach.” There was a beat, and we both burst out laughing.
“Well, I’m not just some stupid bimbo you know!” she said, grinning. “You can fuck, and be smart too!” I nodded. “Yep.”
The van slowed, and exited off the freeway, and after a few minutes of downtown streets, we pulled into a residential area. I looked around in wonderment – there were creeks (actually, canals) running all over the place, with houses right along side of them, and little footbridges over them, and it looked really cool and different.
‘Welcome to Venice Beach’ was printed on the sign as we came in, and I knew we were here. We turned left then right and then the van pulled up in front of a larger size place, with a brick front and a slate roof that looked very expensive. I opened the door and Christine followed me out, and we walked up and knocked on the door. It was a big huge double sized door made of carved wood. I saw a face look through the window at the side of the door, and then it flew open, and a small man of about 50 or so yelled “Christine, you sexy bitch! I’m so glad to see you!” and he bubbled excitedly, pulling us both into the house. We all went into the living room and he motioned for us to sit on the big white leather sofa.
Christine turned to me. “Hun, this is Peter. He’s the producer. He’s the guy who pays me and the male talent. It’s his film, so what he says goes. There’s a director, I assume – “ and she turned to Peter with her eyebrows raised up. He said “Of course, honey, of course. Glen Strange – you know him, right?” Christine grunted. “Yeah. I know him. He’s the one who wanted me to pee on Gloria a couple months ago. She turned around and slapped his face!” She turned to me. “Gloria is a bit of a prude, actually. Only in it for the money. Hates cum.” I shook my head. “Why?
“And who is this, my dear?” Peter said to Christine, interrupted. “She looks very . . . young. You’re not trying to get me in deep shit or anything are you?” Christine looked at him for a minute, and then stood up.
“C’mere for a minute.” She led him over to a corner of the room, and I watched curiously. She whispered to him for a minute, he shook his head, she whispered again and again he shook his head. She leaned up to whisper in his ear then, and I saw him sort of slump, and tilt his head at her and mouth something I couldn’t tell exactly what. He leaned back against the corner of the room then, and Christine sank to her knees in front of him. He palmed the top of her head, and she reached to unzip his fly and she pulled out his pink little penis. I guess she had to convince him.
She started moving back and forth on him, and I could hear him grunt and groan, his hand holding the top of her head, and moving back and forth with her. It didn’t take her long. I watched her cheeks sink in on her mouthful of cock, and Peter moaned and shuddered, and I saw her throat constrict and swallow as he jetted his offering into her throat. She worked back and forth a few more times, and then gently coughed and stood back up, patting him on the chest.
“Remember the deal, Peter. No filming. And make sure that fuck Glen knows about it too, or I’ll have his balls hanging from my rear view mirror.” She smiled at him and walked over. “Let’s go get me dressed.” She took my hand, and led me to a bedroom down the hallway.
“What was that all about?”
She flopped her little case on the bed, and wriggled out of her shorts and top as we talked.
“I had to convince that schmuck to let you stay on set. He’s all worried that you’ll end up on film somehow and his ass’ll get busted for child porn. I told him that a) you were pretty with it and knew what was up, and that b) if Glen the dick doesn’t film you, you won’t be on film. Plus, I said you really wanted to see how a famous producer works, and like most men, stroking their little egos is better than stroking their little dicks. He offered to let you stay for a blowjob, so it was easy.”
I smiled and nodded. She held up a fancy black lace garter belt and a bra that was just straps and no cups. “How ‘bout these?”
I helped her put the belt on over her slim hips, and watched as she rolled the stockings up each leg carefully and she clipped the fronts while I clipped the backs. I couldn’t resist kissing her butt cheeks and letting my fingers trace up between her thighs. She was hot and damp already.
She stepped into some black heels and primped her hair, while I helped her put a silk robe on. “I’m just your typical stay-home housewife, strutting around in a garter belt and heels, waiting for those big black men to knock on my door!” she grinned, with a chuckle. I smiled back at her.
“You slut.” I knelt and pushed my hands between her thighs, and swiped my tongue up and down her smooth slit for a few laps, while she held my head tenderly and hunched her hips at my face. I murmured little “ummmm’s” and “ahmmmmmm’s” while I ate her delicious pussy, until I had her just about to pop.
Then I stood up. She gasped, “Fuck you!” and we linked arms to walk out. Peter was there talking to a tall, thin, scraggly looking guy who I was told by Chrissy was “that fuck, Glen the director”.
I just sat on a little chair out of the way while they talked about what they wanted the scene to be. I got the impression that these four black guys were prison escapees or something silly, and they break into this woman’s (Christine’s) house, and have sex for a while while the police run around outside. Yeah. Typical. The black guys (“male talent”, as Christine called them) showed up a few minutes in, two came in together, and then the third and fourth guys a few minutes apart. Christine brought them over to meet me one by one. They were Carlton, Tyrone, Ray and Vince. They seemed nice, especially Tyrone, who took my hand and smiled at me and said I was really cute. I was kinda surprised that Carlton wasn’t exactly the best looking guy in the world, but I guess most male porno guys aren’t hired for their looks, but for their cocks. Christine took me aside after they’d all come over.
“We’re going to start the scene, so just hang loose and watch, ok? And be careful if the cameraman swings around and gets you in the frame by mistake, we can’t have that, ok?” I nodded.
I watched. It was typical. Christine began puttering around in the kitchen of the house. They’d stop every now and then to reposition lights or move the camera around. Then there was the proverbial knock at the door, and the four guys kind of forced their way in. Christine acted all scared and rabbitty of course, but every now and then she’d glance my way and kind of grin, so I knew she was getting into it.
They ringed around her, and one guy pushed her to her knees, as they unzipped and four floppy black dicks came out and started whacking her in the face. She protested a little bit, but only enough to sell it for the camera, I guess. Then Christine started working her magic. She’d suck one guy until he was almost hard, then move to the next while keeping her hands busy on two of the others. This went on for about five or so minutes, until she had all four guys pretty hard. They were calling her names and all during the whole scene, making it look like they were really getting ready to gang rape her. Then Glen called “Ok, CUT!” and every body stopped for a moment, and Christine pulled off the cock in her mouth with an audible “POP!” The guys all fell back, and Ty helped Christine to her feet.
“Man, Chris, I almost popped off there for a moment. You are some kinda cocksucker, ya know?” he said to her, grinning. “Hope I didn’t gag you too bad!”
She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. “No way, Ty, you’re fine. You tasted nice and clean . . . for once!” and she punched him on the arm.
Glen repositioned every one over towards the sofa. “Ok, gang, we’ll do the transition later, right now I want to see some fucking. Christine, down there on the sofa, put one leg up on the top of the cushions, and you, Carlton, put your dick on her foot and start jerking off on it, and you other guys get to work. Chrissy, just jerk off the ones not in your pussy. Remember, just a minute or two each and then trade off. I want at least fifteen minutes of good mish before we break again, right?”
And so they did. Christine lay one stockinged leg up over the top of the backrest and Carlton started thrusting his cock along the sole of her foot as he held the other side with one hand. I didn’t know that some guys get off on foot sex, but I guess it takes all kinds. So I watched with more and more interest as Christine and the four guys fucked all over the couch there. Usually, one guy was in her snatch and she’d be blowing one guy and jerking the others off, or jerking two off. She even tried sucking both at the same time but she couldn’t do much but lick their heads as she tried. She made it look like she was having orgasms here and there with moans and groans and shouts. I remember one time she yelled out “Oh god fuck me with those big black nigger dicks!” and I almost burst out laughing.
Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you about their dicks. I was absorbed in the moment meeting them and all. Carleton had the thickest one, it was not all that long but looked like a darn brown beer can. It had a big, broad flared head where he was cut, and his balls looked enormous. Tyrone had a nice looking penis, it was dark and shiny, and maybe seven or so inches long, with a foreskin that he kept pulling back until he got real hard. Ray’s penis, was, I’ll admit, not really very attractive. It just looked offbase, I don’t know why. It was pretty big, I guess, though. But Vince, now Vince had the nicest, biggest, most attractive one of the bunch. It was probably at least eight or ten inches long, because it hung down half way to his knee before it got hard, and then he needed nearly both hands to wield it around! It was a deep, dark purple/black in color, with a very well formed shaft, nice veins, and a beautiful flared head that just ached to be kissed! I made a mental note to make sure Christine got me together with him at some point!
They all fucked on the couch for about ten minutes or so, stopping every now and then to move around or squirt some lube on Christine, or fix a pillow or something. It was getting pretty aromatic in the room, I guess sometimes you don’t realize how sweaty real energetic fucking can be with four or five people all squirming around.
Finally, Glen yelled “Cut – hold it!” and they all kind of fell apart again, and Christine motioned me over, and I took a bottle of water.
She glugg’ed down half of it. “Thanks, sweetie. Man, those guys can be jaw-breakers!” she laughed. I reached up to brush a sweaty hank of hair out of her eyes.
“Are you having fun? It’s a little weird, watching sex – usually, I’m doing it, not just watching other people do it!” I giggled.
“Oh yeah. I cum with these guys all the time. Ty really knows how to press my buttons, and Carlton’s cock takes all the wrinkles out, if you know what I mean!” she smiled, with sparkling eyes. Her face was red and sweaty, and her boobs were covered with handprints and little bite marks and hickeys and all, and her crotch was a soupy mess.
“Alright, let’s get on with the dp. Chrissy, you good and cleaned out down there?” Glen had such a romantic way of putting things.
“Sure. Not my first rodeo, asshole!” she shot back with a disarming grin. “Want to see?” and she bent over and pulled her cheeks apart, and we all looked at her pink and brown butthole, it was pulsing and seemed ready for anything.
Glen arranged them how he wanted. Tyrone laid back on this big ottoman/chair kind of thing, and Chrissy straddled him, her knees on either side of his legs. I watched with fascination as Ty slowly slid his hard cock up into her pussy, and she settled down on him with a satisfied-sounding grunt. She rose and fell a few times, and then Glen motioned Ray to come up and slowly pump into her butt. It was so cool to see his big, purple, plum-colored cock head right up against her little butt hole, knowing how it would feel for her in just a few seconds. He squirted a little bit of lube from a small bottle down there, right where he was nuzzled up against her, and then put his powerful hands on both of her hips, holding her midsection steady. He pushed, and she pushed back with a muffled groan, and his cock slid into her like it was made for it. He stopped with a couple of inches embedded into her colon and let her adjust.
“Ohhhhhh god..that’s so fuckin’ tight you bitch…” he muttered in character. “Poppa gonna wreck yo ass now!”
“Fuck me . . . fuck me . . .” Christine countered and wriggled her hips to indicate her acceptance.
He pushed in a little more and she gyrated and rotated her hips, up and down on Ty, while Ray pushed in and out of her rear end seven or eight inches at a time. She motioned for Carleton to come around front and was airtight when he fed her his thick shaft. They moved in sexy synchronization for several minutes, muttering and moaning and groaning in typical porn fashion, when they weren’t breathing heavily with the exertion. After a few minutes, Ray pulled out, and Chrissy twisted herself into facing us with her back towards Ty. She pulled up off of him, adjusted her aim, and sank down on his slick cock with a smiling “ahhhhhhhh” from her. Vince kneed up between them and pushed his own cock up, banging her in the cervix and eliciting a whimper of pain as he did. The two guys got into a good rhythm though, and fucked Christine very professionally, and we all watched as she got off three or four times while being double-fucked like that.
Next, Carlton lay on the cool tile floor, and held his cock up for her to sit on while she faced him, and she arched her back and Vince pushed himself up into her her slimy rectum with a low groan. He fucked her almost savagely, pounding into her roughly while she panted and moaned along with him, welcoming the rough and erotic pounding. Glen motioned the cameraman to move around, getting her face in grimaces of ecstasy, the dark sweaty bodies pounding into each other, and even her marvelous boobs bouncing up and down.
They switched around again in a few moments, as the camera guy came in for closeups of the joining of the dark black rods in the white butt and pussy. The contrast was exciting to see even from my point of view. They moved into a position I’d never thought possible. Ray and Vince moved their midsections near to each other, their cocks just inches apart as they scissored their strong legs to either side. Then Chrissy lowered herself and somehow got BOTH hard cocks to slide up into her ass as the same time, as each guy grabbed a leg and pulled her into the splits, with Carlton behind her, his hands under her shoulders, helping her lift and fall on the two hard cocks splitting her open. Double anal. ‘Will wonders never cease?’ I remember thinking.
They did her this way for a couple of minutes, but I could tell the whole group was getting really worked up. The guys were sweating, Christine was sweating, and the aroma the gang gave off was noticeable. Sex smells sometimes.
The guys all wiped themselves down with towels to get the worst of the sweat and gunk off, and Glen announced “Ok, guys and dolls, let’s go for the pop shots. Here’s what I want. I’m going to put Jamie with his camera off to the left. I want you guys to come in on the right for your shots, ok? Chrissy I want them to shoot on your tongue and into your mouth, right? We’ll have plenty of facials later, and I don’t want your eyes all bloodshot for that scene. Guys, got it? Try to shoot as much as you can in her mouth, and whatever you do, DON’T FUCKIN’ SWALLOW IT until I tell ya to, right?”
He seemed pretty adamant about that last point. Peter leaned over to me and whispered, “One thing he hates more than anything is cum dodgers. We had a girl once supposed to swallow a couple of loads and she purposely burped it up all down her front. He was pissed. Threatened not to pay. Made her suck off the crew instead and filmed it all. I don’t think she’s worked for him since. . .”
I sort of smiled at him. Normally older guys are pretty sexy, but I didn’t get that vibe from him. He just seemed a bit, I don’t know, off. He looked at me like I was a little child getting in his way. I decided to fuck with his mind a little bit.
“Oh, he doesn’t have to worry with Chrissy. She loves cum. Almost as much as me.”
His eyebrows raised.
“You?”
“Heck yeah. I love it. Started giving BJs when I was eleven. Never once spit. I’ve been facialed, oh heck, thousands of times. And Chrissy and I love it. I’ve done blowbangs just like her. I even – “ and here I stopped and whispered conspiratorially to him, “ – did a bukkake. Musta been a hundred guys. I almost drowned.” I grinned up at him. He gulped and his face went pink and I think he may have almost cum in his drawers.
“Oh yeah, I just love it when it squirts on my face, ya know? All hot and slimy and slippery? I love the smell and taste. It’s just so cool . . .”
He goggled at me.
“ – and I think it’s making my boobs grow too, don’t’cha think?” I said impishly, pulling my top up to my neck and flashing my grapefruit-sized C cups at him. I saw a bit of drool appear at the corner of his mouth.
“Hey! Quiet over there, dammit! We’re shootin’ a fuckin’ movie here!” Glen shouted from the other side of the room.
I quickly pulled my top down and looked over at the group. Chrissy was sitting back on her calves, her legs bent underneath of her. She was jerking cocks as they were offered to her, all of them aimed menacingly at her glowing face. The cameraman was almost as close as the guys were, focusing right on her. Clayton was first, I think, he moaned and grunted, and aimed his thick rubbery cock head right at Christine’s open, waiting mouth, her tongue flat across her bottom lip.
Suddenly it got so quiet I actually heard the strong jet of cum shoot from his cock and hit the back of her mouth. He moaned and Christine went “urrp” and her eyes widened, as Clayton kept jerking and shot another three or four strong pulses of semen into her mouth, spraying the last around her lips and face a little bit, but way more got in her mouth instead of on her face. I heard Glen mutter, “Fuckin’ perfect man, fuckin’ perfect . . .’ under his breath. Chrissy opened her mouth even farther, and turned to the camera so it could capture the big white pool of sperm flooding her tongue.
Christine stayed busy jerking whichever cock was offered to her with one hand, while her other was busy rubbing across her smooth mound, shivering in little mini-orgasms as the three remaining black rods prepared to flood her mouth. Clayton moved out of the way, collapsing on a chair behind Glen and the camera guy, and looked at me with a stupid grin on his face. I opened my mouth and wriggled my tongue across my bottom lip with a smile.
Ray stepped up next, and Christine leaned her head back so he could simply rest the head of his penis on her lower lip. His fist moved rapidly, shucking the skin on his cock back and forth and then a long stream of white shot from the end of his cock, flowing into the pool already on her tongue, and he wheezed as if his soul was exiting his body. I saw Chrissy’s eyes brighten as she felt the warm jet of sperm flow into her mouth, and Ray jerked his cock for another moment or two, dripping all of his stuff into her mouth. He sagged, and then leaned over to kiss the top of her head and she closed her mouth and moved her jaw to gather up her prize. My mind pictured the billions of little spermies swimming around between her tongue and gumline.
By now, Ty and Vince must have been really on edge waiting their turn, because barely had Ray moved out of the way and Christine raised her head and opened her mouth, when they both edged close together and almost exactly at the same time they blew, and for a few seconds the air in front of Christine’s face was full of flying sperm. Most of it seemed to fly into her mouth, she moved a bit this way and that to make sure that she captured as much as possible. Her cheeks and chin gathered in drops and small blobs too, that simply couldn’t be avoided. I watched her jaw work to contain the big lake of sperm as the guys finished up their orgasms and moved out of the way. The camera guy moved around, getting long and lingering views of her face dotted with sperm and her mouth, open, showing the world just how much she loved her cummy lunch. After a moment, she dipped her head and then gulped, loudly, then again, and then opened up to show her completely empty mouth. Every warm, salty ounce of the sperm was on its way down to her tummy. She grinned and rubbed her pussy, quivering loudly and having her own nice cum as she did.
The gang all stayed silent for a minute, then Glen said, “Great! Cut, that’s it! Fantastic Chrissy!”, and then he got up and walked quickly to the table where some assistants had laid out some lunch and stuff. I walked over to Christine as she got up, her face drenched, her eyes shining.
“WOW! That was really cool! You were great!”
“Thanks, sweetie. It’s not hard to look good when you’re having fun like that! Man, they fucked the shit out of me!” she laughed, holding onto my shoulder as she pulled a shoe off. Her stockings were a mess, spotted with cum and twisted around, one strap had come loose. She looked like the proverbial “rode hard and put away wet”. But she seemed perfectly happy and satisfied.
I rubbed at some of the cum on her face. “That was a really hot scene, Christine. All that hot cum in your mouth.”
“Yeah. The guys are pretty good about it, none of them smoke or eat shitty food, so it’s not bad at all. Just hot and salty!”
We wandered over to a small couch where we sat and I helped her put herself back together.
“What’s next?”
“Well, lunch for one thing. I get a break for an hour or two, and then I think Peter and Glen want do do a blowbang scene. I don’t know how many guys they’ve got lined up. Let’s go chill out?” she said, standing and pulling me along with her down the hall to a bedroom. We burst into it giggling.
“I’m still super super horny!” she said.
“I think we can do something about that!” I laughed back as we flopped on the bed.
“Gack, you’re all sweaty and cummy!” I said, running my tongue up along the inside of one of her creamy thighs. “We’ll just have to clean you up!”
I licked the sweat and drops of cum off her thighs as she writhed and shimmied beneath me. I felt her hands reach for me and pull my skirt off so she could reach up and finger me, and we pleasured each other for several minutes. I found myself licking up, down and around her wet and slippery pussy, and tasted a familiar sauce.
“Did one of those guys cum up you?” I mumbled through the fleshy lips between my teeth.
“I think Ray did, at some point. He really was trembling and trying to control himself. But I was a naughty girl and squeezed it out of him” she said, chuckling. “Luckily, he can reload pretty fast!”
I nodded and slurped his juice out of her. I loved eating fresh creampies out of Christine. It’s like, the best of both worlds – nice yummy cum, and a hot wet pussy at the same time! I slid one finger up her butt and it slid in like nobody’s business. She moaned and we twisted around until we were in a good 69 with me on top. I bounced my puss on her face while I burrowed into hers, and we both dissolved in a series of good strong orgasms, and finally fell apart, almost exhausted.
I woke up about twenty minutes later and looked over at her. She lay there, naked except for the garter belt and stockings, her face shiny with my juices and some left-over drying cum, and a sly smile. She loved being like this, and I loved her for it. I kinda understood now how Betsy probably felt about me.
I shook her awake, gently, and we went out to see if there was any food left on the craft table. We nibbled a few sandwiches and some fruit juice while we waited. It was sort of odd to be standing there, her in stockings, me in my blue and white sox, topless with my skirt halfway up my ass, and the guys pretty much fully dressed.
Glen came over and told Chrissy he was very happy with the morning scene, and that he wanted this afternoon’s to be long enough to have about 40 to 50 minutes of run time after they edited and cut out all the crap and mistakes. He nodded to me, his eyes rolling up and down my small frame.
“Most of these guys are pros, they’ve done this shit before, so let them guide you. If there’s something you don’t like, just whack one of them on the leg or something. I expect you to have cock in your mouth as much as possible, got it?”
Chrissy nodded. “No problem. You bring the dicks, I’ll supply the throat” she laughed.
A few minutes laters, guys started trickling in. First just three or four, then a few more, then more and more started crowding into the big living room space. They’d cleared all the furniture away from the middle of the room, and pushed it all against the walls. I looked over the guys. A couple were pretty cute, I guess, a few were just meh, and some were downright un-attractive. But that’s just me – I have very high standards, what with Spence and all, right? LOL!
I sidled over to where Peter was standing with some woman about 35 or so, making notes on a clipboard.
“Sheila’s checking off the names as they come in and register. I ain’t payin’ nobody who don’t show up.” I nodded knowingly. There must have been twenty guys there by the time Glen started shooting.
Chrissy went back to the bedroom and came out wearing a bikini top and some heels, and then went “into her act”. First she wandered around the room, showing off, letting the guys just drink in her beauty. She’d wink at me when we went eye-to-eye, so I’m sure she was having fun with it. Most of the guys had stripped down to bare chests, some were even dropping their pants, and virtually all of them had their dicks-in-hand. I think this was the first time I’d seen so many guys all together at one time, with just ONE object in mind. It was cool watching them all masturbate and checking out the penises. All different sizes, all different colors (well, not really. Mostly pink and brown…and one really scrumptious looking chocolate one!). Some circumsized, some not. And the cool thing was, they were all getting hard. Very hard. The guys were lined up along two walls and part of another. Chrissy walked over to the first guy and dropped to her knees.
Leaning forwards, she put her hands on the guy’s hard, trim belly, and engulfed his nice penis, sucking back and forth for a few moments. Then she popped her mouth off with a smacking sound, gave the tip of the quivering shaft a little pursed-lip kiss, and moved on to the next guy. I watched as she worked her way down the line, sucking each hard and not-so-hard yet penis. It was amazing. Sometimes, a sem-soft pink or brown cock would slide between her lips, but by the time she released it, it would be standing up hard, proud, and ready to get to work. She palmed their ball sack or even reached back to diddle their butts, but whatever she needed to do, it worked. The line of hard cocks looked like so many toy soldiers, standing up, and ready to fire.
It took her a good half-hour, but she sucked every single hard dick in the place, just about (except for Glen, the two camera guys, and the other techs, of course). Then they started in on her. She knelt on a well-deserved pillow thing, and two or three guys would surround her, and she’d work on them for a while, sucking, jerking, licking, just using her mouth and face and hands to keep the guys on edge. I loved watching her cute face surrounded by hard cocks. So erotic. So sexy. It was amazing to know that every erection in the room was for HER!
About ten minutes into the scene, Glen called a halt to give Christine a rest for a moment. He came over and whispered something to Peter, and Peter motioned over to Christine. The three of them talked in a low whisper for a moment, and then I noticed Chrissy motioning to me with her hand. I got up and walked over.
“Hey sweetie, how’ya doin?” she smiled through the mask of sweat, spit, and pre-cum on her face. I grinned back.
“Cool. It’s neat watching you work all those cute penises.”
“Yeah. Anyway, that’s what I want to talk to you about. How’d you like to fluff?”
“Fluff?”
“Yeah. Basically, you help keep them hard. Mostly just hands and mouth. Just keep them interested, if you know what I mean. We don’t want them cumming until the end.”
I thought about that. It sounded fun. Suck cocks just to keep them hard and on edge. Much as I would have liked to get a couple of cum shots, I understood the process.
Peter said, “Obviously, we can’t ever get you even near the camera. But Chrissy says your down for it, and you certainly look the part. Fuck me, every guy here wanted a crack at you when they came in.
I blushed. “Well, thank you. I, I guess I’d be happy to help out, sure.”
And so that’s how I found myself, sitting back on my calves a few feet out of the camera shot, sucking cock after cock after cock. I had to stop and suck in a mouthful of water every now and then, my own spit just couldn’t keep up with it. In a few minutes, I was a drooling mess, so I shrugged off my top and let the guys ogle my little teen titties. I think that may have helped. Odd that these guys spent their days around grown up porn starlets with big boobs all the time, and my little 30Cs turned them on after that.
I’d suck them hard(er), and they’d go to crowd around Christine and she’d take over sucking, deep throating those that she could do easily. The guys around her would rap their cocks on her face, or rub across her hair, or just any place on her upper body that they could touch. Cock after cock after cock. It was all so strange, different from any thing I’d ever experienced. After a while, the penises all blurred together. A guy would walk up to me, and I’d open my mouth and suck him in. Some of them were already hard, some were starting to droop a bit. A couple, I could tell, came THIS close to popping off in my mouth, and it was all I could do to pull off and shoo them away. My tongue had so many different flavors of pre-cum and cock lube, it was like I was sucking a kaleidoscope. One guy actually shuddered and grabbed his cock out of my mouth, gasping and grunting with the effort. A small spurt of sperm laced across my tongue as he did. I looked up at him.
“Sorry…” I mouthed. His eyes rolled in his head, and he stammered “f-f-f-f-uck . . . ” and staggered off.
Glen gave Christine the high sign after about twenty minutes. They were ready. Two camera guys moved in on either side of her. And then it started. I remember thinking, “Holy crap!” as it went on.
The first guy to cum was a cute, skinny black guy with a long thin penis. He just aimed at her face and let fly. The first jet flew out and skipped across her lower jaw and cheekbone and ended just above her right eye. The next hit on her nose, and then the guy on her other side started in, laying a rope of white across her forehead that nearly dribbled down over her eyebrow. She turned to offer her mouth and the other side of her face as his target, and he dropped another large white line across the bridge of her nose and then another that dribbled down over her upper lip. A third guy stepped up behind her and sprayed across the top of her head and down over her forehead. Another man, a black guy, moved in on the right and splurted two big fat wet blobs right on her offered tongue which she quickly pulled in and gulped down. The frenzy continued. Christine would turn this way and then the other, facing each hard cock as best she could, accepting the sperm shower. Her face was covered from top to bottom within a few minutes, and it dripped down wetly across the upper slopes of her boobs and ran down her cleavage. Her mouth was clogged every few moments with streams and jets of the white sauce, and she’d close her lips and swallow noisily when she could, and then simply turn and face the next erupting penis. It was magical to watch. I found myself rubbing furiously at my own crotch while I watched Christine get drenched in semen.
By the time the first ten or so guys had cum, her entire head was covered in white slime. Even her lovely blonde hair hung down in wet locks, sperm dripping down along her shoulders and all down her front. Her boobs had numerous long trails of wet and drying semen, and her fingers were busy tweaking her hard nipples. Guys were leaning down and rubbing her mound and pussy lips in between drenching, and I could tell she was getting off on all the depravity.
The guys kept coming, and kept cumming. Streamer after streamer flew out of those luscious-looking cock heads and smacked into her face, or hair, or neck, or boobs. Every square inch of her face from ear to ear and hairline to shoulder blade was wet and slimy. Her lips closed to swallow the drips and drabs and well-aimed jets that shot straight into her mouth.
Finally though, after about fifteen minutes of almost constant sperm barrage, the last guy groaned in pleasure and fisted the last of hundreds of billions of sperms onto Christine’s upturned, rapturous face. She gulped and swallowed and dipped her head, and we all watched as streamers of wet semen dripped hotly off her features and slid down her boobs and chest. Her hands were busy sloppily rubbing her crotch and her eyes closed as she shuddered through a strong climax that made her shake and shriek out in pleasure, flinging wet drops of excess semen away from her almost like a dog shaking water off. We let her slowly come down from the sensory overload of the massive facials and orgasms, and then Glen called out “Cut!” and we all applauded spontaneously.
I rushed up and held her close, rubbing my own face along the slime and sticky juice on hers, kissing the lips that were tainted white and helping her stand. We looked at each other for a long moment, and I said, “Wow, Christine, that was super hot! How’d it feel?” and she just looked at me and smiled and said, “Amazing . . .” in a low breath. I could smell the overpowering aroma of sperm from five feet away!
I guess, from Christine’s point of view, it’s a darn good thing your face can’t get pregnant!
The next few days Chrissy and I were inseparable. We’d hit the beach for a while in the morning, then come back for a little lunch, then go out and maybe do a little shopping or get our nails done or whatever. And of course, we spent a lot of time investigating each other’s pussies close up! Spence usually fucked me at least once in the morning, and Christine love sucking his spermies out of me before we hit the beach. She joked, “I don’t want you leakin’ that stuff all over my good towels!”
We barbecued or went out for dinner. I loved going out with them, they always made me feel grownup and not just some little kid. I loved seeing all the beautiful people out and about, it seemed that nearly everybody in California was handsome and pretty!
One night at dinner, Christine said we were driving up to Venice the next day for her photo shoot and so we’d need to have an early night and get lots of sleep. “We’ll have to leave around 7 it’s going to take at least an hour and a half, probably two, to get there, and we’re scheduled to start at 10. They’re using a service to get us there, so at least I don’t have to drive.”
“What kind of shoot is it?” I’d never bothered to ask, and it hadn’t come up since that crazy first afternoon we got here.
“It was all in the contract. A mini gangbang with DP, DV and DA. Probably end with facials, and then a blowbang after with a bunch of guys.” She said matter-of-factly.
I looked at her puzzled.
“Oh, girl. You don’t know. Four guys and me, interracial, with double penetration, two cocks in my pussy, and then two in my ass at the same time. Then afterwards, another bunch of guys come in and I blow them until they cum in my face all at the end. Good day’s work. Probably be at least nine or ten at night before we finish. ”
I gasped. “Are you shittin’ me girl!” I laughed, “Hope you plan on gettin’ a shower before we head home!”
“Hell, they’ll probably all want to piss on me afterwards to hose me off!” she grinned. “But that’s extra, and probably just for the European market, you know?”
She squeezed my hand.
“What am I supposed to do all this time while you’re getting screwed and having fun?”
“Oh girlfriend, I’m SURE they’ll find something for you to do!” and she smiled and raised one eyebrow. Little did I know . . .
The next morning, Chrissy shook me awake, handed me a mug of coffee (blech!) and I stumbled out to the curb with her, where a guy was waiting with a minivan. We clambered in, and Christine tossed her small rolling bag across behind the two middle seats.
“It’s a lot easier to take a car rather than drive up myself. I nearly always ask for this if the shoot is out of town, and most of them are glad to do it. They know they get me at the top of my game when I don’t have to drive a couple of hours to get there.” I nodded, sleepily.
She had on a pair of jean shorts and a filmy top tied under her boobs, and I had on a jean skirt with a tee shirt that said “Daddy’s Girl” in rainbow lettering across my boobs. I leaned back against the window, closed my eyes, and was back asleep in about 5 minutes.
I woke up about an hour or so later, we were still not back up in LA. I looked over at Christine. She was reading a book and I leaned over to see the title. “Quantum Mechanics – Non Relativistic Theory. Course of Theoretical Physics, Volume 3”
I cleared my throat, and she looked up and over at me. “Quantum Mechanics, eh?” I said, smiling. “Meh. I read that last summer at the beach.” There was a beat, and we both burst out laughing.
“Well, I’m not just some stupid bimbo you know!” she said, grinning. “You can fuck, and be smart too!” I nodded. “Yep.”
The van slowed, and exited off the freeway, and after a few minutes of downtown streets, we pulled into a residential area. I looked around in wonderment – there were creeks (actually, canals) running all over the place, with houses right along side of them, and little footbridges over them, and it looked really cool and different.
‘Welcome to Venice Beach’ was printed on the sign as we came in, and I knew we were here. We turned left then right and then the van pulled up in front of a larger size place, with a brick front and a slate roof that looked very expensive. I opened the door and Christine followed me out, and we walked up and knocked on the door. It was a big huge double sized door made of carved wood. I saw a face look through the window at the side of the door, and then it flew open, and a small man of about 50 or so yelled “Christine, you sexy bitch! I’m so glad to see you!” and he bubbled excitedly, pulling us both into the house. We all went into the living room and he motioned for us to sit on the big white leather sofa.
Christine turned to me. “Hun, this is Peter. He’s the producer. He’s the guy who pays me and the male talent. It’s his film, so what he says goes. There’s a director, I assume – “ and she turned to Peter with her eyebrows raised up. He said “Of course, honey, of course. Glen Strange – you know him, right?” Christine grunted. “Yeah. I know him. He’s the one who wanted me to pee on Gloria a couple months ago. She turned around and slapped his face!” She turned to me. “Gloria is a bit of a prude, actually. Only in it for the money. Hates cum.” I shook my head. “Why?
“And who is this, my dear?” Peter said to Christine, interrupted. “She looks very . . . young. You’re not trying to get me in deep shit or anything are you?” Christine looked at him for a minute, and then stood up.
“C’mere for a minute.” She led him over to a corner of the room, and I watched curiously. She whispered to him for a minute, he shook his head, she whispered again and again he shook his head. She leaned up to whisper in his ear then, and I saw him sort of slump, and tilt his head at her and mouth something I couldn’t tell exactly what. He leaned back against the corner of the room then, and Christine sank to her knees in front of him. He palmed the top of her head, and she reached to unzip his fly and she pulled out his pink little penis. I guess she had to convince him.
She started moving back and forth on him, and I could hear him grunt and groan, his hand holding the top of her head, and moving back and forth with her. It didn’t take her long. I watched her cheeks sink in on her mouthful of cock, and Peter moaned and shuddered, and I saw her throat constrict and swallow as he jetted his offering into her throat. She worked back and forth a few more times, and then gently coughed and stood back up, patting him on the chest.
“Remember the deal, Peter. No filming. And make sure that fuck Glen knows about it too, or I’ll have his balls hanging from my rear view mirror.” She smiled at him and walked over. “Let’s go get me dressed.” She took my hand, and led me to a bedroom down the hallway.
“What was that all about?”
She flopped her little case on the bed, and wriggled out of her shorts and top as we talked.
“I had to convince that schmuck to let you stay on set. He’s all worried that you’ll end up on film somehow and his ass’ll get busted for child porn. I told him that a) you were pretty with it and knew what was up, and that b) if Glen the dick doesn’t film you, you won’t be on film. Plus, I said you really wanted to see how a famous producer works, and like most men, stroking their little egos is better than stroking their little dicks. He offered to let you stay for a blowjob, so it was easy.”
I smiled and nodded. She held up a fancy black lace garter belt and a bra that was just straps and no cups. “How ‘bout these?”
I helped her put the belt on over her slim hips, and watched as she rolled the stockings up each leg carefully and she clipped the fronts while I clipped the backs. I couldn’t resist kissing her butt cheeks and letting my fingers trace up between her thighs. She was hot and damp already.
She stepped into some black heels and primped her hair, while I helped her put a silk robe on. “I’m just your typical stay-home housewife, strutting around in a garter belt and heels, waiting for those big black men to knock on my door!” she grinned, with a chuckle. I smiled back at her.
“You slut.” I knelt and pushed my hands between her thighs, and swiped my tongue up and down her smooth slit for a few laps, while she held my head tenderly and hunched her hips at my face. I murmured little “ummmm’s” and “ahmmmmmm’s” while I ate her delicious pussy, until I had her just about to pop.
Then I stood up. She gasped, “Fuck you!” and we linked arms to walk out. Peter was there talking to a tall, thin, scraggly looking guy who I was told by Chrissy was “that fuck, Glen the director”.
I just sat on a little chair out of the way while they talked about what they wanted the scene to be. I got the impression that these four black guys were prison escapees or something silly, and they break into this woman’s (Christine’s) house, and have sex for a while while the police run around outside. Yeah. Typical. The black guys (“male talent”, as Christine called them) showed up a few minutes in, two came in together, and then the third and fourth guys a few minutes apart. Christine brought them over to meet me one by one. They were Carlton, Tyrone, Ray and Vince. They seemed nice, especially Tyrone, who took my hand and smiled at me and said I was really cute. I was kinda surprised that Carlton wasn’t exactly the best looking guy in the world, but I guess most male porno guys aren’t hired for their looks, but for their cocks. Christine took me aside after they’d all come over.
“We’re going to start the scene, so just hang loose and watch, ok? And be careful if the cameraman swings around and gets you in the frame by mistake, we can’t have that, ok?” I nodded.
I watched. It was typical. Christine began puttering around in the kitchen of the house. They’d stop every now and then to reposition lights or move the camera around. Then there was the proverbial knock at the door, and the four guys kind of forced their way in. Christine acted all scared and rabbitty of course, but every now and then she’d glance my way and kind of grin, so I knew she was getting into it.
They ringed around her, and one guy pushed her to her knees, as they unzipped and four floppy black dicks came out and started whacking her in the face. She protested a little bit, but only enough to sell it for the camera, I guess. Then Christine started working her magic. She’d suck one guy until he was almost hard, then move to the next while keeping her hands busy on two of the others. This went on for about five or so minutes, until she had all four guys pretty hard. They were calling her names and all during the whole scene, making it look like they were really getting ready to gang rape her. Then Glen called “Ok, CUT!” and every body stopped for a moment, and Christine pulled off the cock in her mouth with an audible “POP!” The guys all fell back, and Ty helped Christine to her feet.
“Man, Chris, I almost popped off there for a moment. You are some kinda cocksucker, ya know?” he said to her, grinning. “Hope I didn’t gag you too bad!”
She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. “No way, Ty, you’re fine. You tasted nice and clean . . . for once!” and she punched him on the arm.
Glen repositioned every one over towards the sofa. “Ok, gang, we’ll do the transition later, right now I want to see some fucking. Christine, down there on the sofa, put one leg up on the top of the cushions, and you, Carlton, put your dick on her foot and start jerking off on it, and you other guys get to work. Chrissy, just jerk off the ones not in your pussy. Remember, just a minute or two each and then trade off. I want at least fifteen minutes of good mish before we break again, right?”
And so they did. Christine lay one stockinged leg up over the top of the backrest and Carlton started thrusting his cock along the sole of her foot as he held the other side with one hand. I didn’t know that some guys get off on foot sex, but I guess it takes all kinds. So I watched with more and more interest as Christine and the four guys fucked all over the couch there. Usually, one guy was in her snatch and she’d be blowing one guy and jerking the others off, or jerking two off. She even tried sucking both at the same time but she couldn’t do much but lick their heads as she tried. She made it look like she was having orgasms here and there with moans and groans and shouts. I remember one time she yelled out “Oh god fuck me with those big black nigger dicks!” and I almost burst out laughing.
Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you about their dicks. I was absorbed in the moment meeting them and all. Carleton had the thickest one, it was not all that long but looked like a darn brown beer can. It had a big, broad flared head where he was cut, and his balls looked enormous. Tyrone had a nice looking penis, it was dark and shiny, and maybe seven or so inches long, with a foreskin that he kept pulling back until he got real hard. Ray’s penis, was, I’ll admit, not really very attractive. It just looked offbase, I don’t know why. It was pretty big, I guess, though. But Vince, now Vince had the nicest, biggest, most attractive one of the bunch. It was probably at least eight or ten inches long, because it hung down half way to his knee before it got hard, and then he needed nearly both hands to wield it around! It was a deep, dark purple/black in color, with a very well formed shaft, nice veins, and a beautiful flared head that just ached to be kissed! I made a mental note to make sure Christine got me together with him at some point!
They all fucked on the couch for about ten minutes or so, stopping every now and then to move around or squirt some lube on Christine, or fix a pillow or something. It was getting pretty aromatic in the room, I guess sometimes you don’t realize how sweaty real energetic fucking can be with four or five people all squirming around.
Finally, Glen yelled “Cut – hold it!” and they all kind of fell apart again, and Christine motioned me over, and I took a bottle of water.
She glugg’ed down half of it. “Thanks, sweetie. Man, those guys can be jaw-breakers!” she laughed. I reached up to brush a sweaty hank of hair out of her eyes.
“Are you having fun? It’s a little weird, watching sex – usually, I’m doing it, not just watching other people do it!” I giggled.
“Oh yeah. I cum with these guys all the time. Ty really knows how to press my buttons, and Carlton’s cock takes all the wrinkles out, if you know what I mean!” she smiled, with sparkling eyes. Her face was red and sweaty, and her boobs were covered with handprints and little bite marks and hickeys and all, and her crotch was a soupy mess.
“Alright, let’s get on with the dp. Chrissy, you good and cleaned out down there?” Glen had such a romantic way of putting things.
“Sure. Not my first rodeo, asshole!” she shot back with a disarming grin. “Want to see?” and she bent over and pulled her cheeks apart, and we all looked at her pink and brown butthole, it was pulsing and seemed ready for anything.
Glen arranged them how he wanted. Tyrone laid back on this big ottoman/chair kind of thing, and Chrissy straddled him, her knees on either side of his legs. I watched with fascination as Ty slowly slid his hard cock up into her pussy, and she settled down on him with a satisfied-sounding grunt. She rose and fell a few times, and then Glen motioned Ray to come up and slowly pump into her butt. It was so cool to see his big, purple, plum-colored cock head right up against her little butt hole, knowing how it would feel for her in just a few seconds. He squirted a little bit of lube from a small bottle down there, right where he was nuzzled up against her, and then put his powerful hands on both of her hips, holding her midsection steady. He pushed, and she pushed back with a muffled groan, and his cock slid into her like it was made for it. He stopped with a couple of inches embedded into her colon and let her adjust.
“Ohhhhhh god..that’s so fuckin’ tight you bitch…” he muttered in character. “Poppa gonna wreck yo ass now!”
“Fuck me . . . fuck me . . .” Christine countered and wriggled her hips to indicate her acceptance.
He pushed in a little more and she gyrated and rotated her hips, up and down on Ty, while Ray pushed in and out of her rear end seven or eight inches at a time. She motioned for Carleton to come around front and was airtight when he fed her his thick shaft. They moved in sexy synchronization for several minutes, muttering and moaning and groaning in typical porn fashion, when they weren’t breathing heavily with the exertion. After a few minutes, Ray pulled out, and Chrissy twisted herself into facing us with her back towards Ty. She pulled up off of him, adjusted her aim, and sank down on his slick cock with a smiling “ahhhhhhhh” from her. Vince kneed up between them and pushed his own cock up, banging her in the cervix and eliciting a whimper of pain as he did. The two guys got into a good rhythm though, and fucked Christine very professionally, and we all watched as she got off three or four times while being double-fucked like that.
Next, Carlton lay on the cool tile floor, and held his cock up for her to sit on while she faced him, and she arched her back and Vince pushed himself up into her her slimy rectum with a low groan. He fucked her almost savagely, pounding into her roughly while she panted and moaned along with him, welcoming the rough and erotic pounding. Glen motioned the cameraman to move around, getting her face in grimaces of ecstasy, the dark sweaty bodies pounding into each other, and even her marvelous boobs bouncing up and down.
They switched around again in a few moments, as the camera guy came in for closeups of the joining of the dark black rods in the white butt and pussy. The contrast was exciting to see even from my point of view. They moved into a position I’d never thought possible. Ray and Vince moved their midsections near to each other, their cocks just inches apart as they scissored their strong legs to either side. Then Chrissy lowered herself and somehow got BOTH hard cocks to slide up into her ass as the same time, as each guy grabbed a leg and pulled her into the splits, with Carlton behind her, his hands under her shoulders, helping her lift and fall on the two hard cocks splitting her open. Double anal. ‘Will wonders never cease?’ I remember thinking.
They did her this way for a couple of minutes, but I could tell the whole group was getting really worked up. The guys were sweating, Christine was sweating, and the aroma the gang gave off was noticeable. Sex smells sometimes.
The guys all wiped themselves down with towels to get the worst of the sweat and gunk off, and Glen announced “Ok, guys and dolls, let’s go for the pop shots. Here’s what I want. I’m going to put Jamie with his camera off to the left. I want you guys to come in on the right for your shots, ok? Chrissy I want them to shoot on your tongue and into your mouth, right? We’ll have plenty of facials later, and I don’t want your eyes all bloodshot for that scene. Guys, got it? Try to shoot as much as you can in her mouth, and whatever you do, DON’T FUCKIN’ SWALLOW IT until I tell ya to, right?”
He seemed pretty adamant about that last point. Peter leaned over to me and whispered, “One thing he hates more than anything is cum dodgers. We had a girl once supposed to swallow a couple of loads and she purposely burped it up all down her front. He was pissed. Threatened not to pay. Made her suck off the crew instead and filmed it all. I don’t think she’s worked for him since. . .”
I sort of smiled at him. Normally older guys are pretty sexy, but I didn’t get that vibe from him. He just seemed a bit, I don’t know, off. He looked at me like I was a little child getting in his way. I decided to fuck with his mind a little bit.
“Oh, he doesn’t have to worry with Chrissy. She loves cum. Almost as much as me.”
His eyebrows raised.
“You?”
“Heck yeah. I love it. Started giving BJs when I was eleven. Never once spit. I’ve been facialed, oh heck, thousands of times. And Chrissy and I love it. I’ve done blowbangs just like her. I even – “ and here I stopped and whispered conspiratorially to him, “ – did a bukkake. Musta been a hundred guys. I almost drowned.” I grinned up at him. He gulped and his face went pink and I think he may have almost cum in his drawers.
“Oh yeah, I just love it when it squirts on my face, ya know? All hot and slimy and slippery? I love the smell and taste. It’s just so cool . . .”
He goggled at me.
“ – and I think it’s making my boobs grow too, don’t’cha think?” I said impishly, pulling my top up to my neck and flashing my grapefruit-sized C cups at him. I saw a bit of drool appear at the corner of his mouth.
“Hey! Quiet over there, dammit! We’re shootin’ a fuckin’ movie here!” Glen shouted from the other side of the room.
I quickly pulled my top down and looked over at the group. Chrissy was sitting back on her calves, her legs bent underneath of her. She was jerking cocks as they were offered to her, all of them aimed menacingly at her glowing face. The cameraman was almost as close as the guys were, focusing right on her. Clayton was first, I think, he moaned and grunted, and aimed his thick rubbery cock head right at Christine’s open, waiting mouth, her tongue flat across her bottom lip.
Suddenly it got so quiet I actually heard the strong jet of cum shoot from his cock and hit the back of her mouth. He moaned and Christine went “urrp” and her eyes widened, as Clayton kept jerking and shot another three or four strong pulses of semen into her mouth, spraying the last around her lips and face a little bit, but way more got in her mouth instead of on her face. I heard Glen mutter, “Fuckin’ perfect man, fuckin’ perfect . . .’ under his breath. Chrissy opened her mouth even farther, and turned to the camera so it could capture the big white pool of sperm flooding her tongue.
Christine stayed busy jerking whichever cock was offered to her with one hand, while her other was busy rubbing across her smooth mound, shivering in little mini-orgasms as the three remaining black rods prepared to flood her mouth. Clayton moved out of the way, collapsing on a chair behind Glen and the camera guy, and looked at me with a stupid grin on his face. I opened my mouth and wriggled my tongue across my bottom lip with a smile.
Ray stepped up next, and Christine leaned her head back so he could simply rest the head of his penis on her lower lip. His fist moved rapidly, shucking the skin on his cock back and forth and then a long stream of white shot from the end of his cock, flowing into the pool already on her tongue, and he wheezed as if his soul was exiting his body. I saw Chrissy’s eyes brighten as she felt the warm jet of sperm flow into her mouth, and Ray jerked his cock for another moment or two, dripping all of his stuff into her mouth. He sagged, and then leaned over to kiss the top of her head and she closed her mouth and moved her jaw to gather up her prize. My mind pictured the billions of little spermies swimming around between her tongue and gumline.
By now, Ty and Vince must have been really on edge waiting their turn, because barely had Ray moved out of the way and Christine raised her head and opened her mouth, when they both edged close together and almost exactly at the same time they blew, and for a few seconds the air in front of Christine’s face was full of flying sperm. Most of it seemed to fly into her mouth, she moved a bit this way and that to make sure that she captured as much as possible. Her cheeks and chin gathered in drops and small blobs too, that simply couldn’t be avoided. I watched her jaw work to contain the big lake of sperm as the guys finished up their orgasms and moved out of the way. The camera guy moved around, getting long and lingering views of her face dotted with sperm and her mouth, open, showing the world just how much she loved her cummy lunch. After a moment, she dipped her head and then gulped, loudly, then again, and then opened up to show her completely empty mouth. Every warm, salty ounce of the sperm was on its way down to her tummy. She grinned and rubbed her pussy, quivering loudly and having her own nice cum as she did.
The gang all stayed silent for a minute, then Glen said, “Great! Cut, that’s it! Fantastic Chrissy!”, and then he got up and walked quickly to the table where some assistants had laid out some lunch and stuff. I walked over to Christine as she got up, her face drenched, her eyes shining.
“WOW! That was really cool! You were great!”
“Thanks, sweetie. It’s not hard to look good when you’re having fun like that! Man, they fucked the shit out of me!” she laughed, holding onto my shoulder as she pulled a shoe off. Her stockings were a mess, spotted with cum and twisted around, one strap had come loose. She looked like the proverbial “rode hard and put away wet”. But she seemed perfectly happy and satisfied.
I rubbed at some of the cum on her face. “That was a really hot scene, Christine. All that hot cum in your mouth.”
“Yeah. The guys are pretty good about it, none of them smoke or eat shitty food, so it’s not bad at all. Just hot and salty!”
We wandered over to a small couch where we sat and I helped her put herself back together.
“What’s next?”
“Well, lunch for one thing. I get a break for an hour or two, and then I think Peter and Glen want do do a blowbang scene. I don’t know how many guys they’ve got lined up. Let’s go chill out?” she said, standing and pulling me along with her down the hall to a bedroom. We burst into it giggling.
“I’m still super super horny!” she said.
“I think we can do something about that!” I laughed back as we flopped on the bed.
“Gack, you’re all sweaty and cummy!” I said, running my tongue up along the inside of one of her creamy thighs. “We’ll just have to clean you up!”
I licked the sweat and drops of cum off her thighs as she writhed and shimmied beneath me. I felt her hands reach for me and pull my skirt off so she could reach up and finger me, and we pleasured each other for several minutes. I found myself licking up, down and around her wet and slippery pussy, and tasted a familiar sauce.
“Did one of those guys cum up you?” I mumbled through the fleshy lips between my teeth.
“I think Ray did, at some point. He really was trembling and trying to control himself. But I was a naughty girl and squeezed it out of him” she said, chuckling. “Luckily, he can reload pretty fast!”
I nodded and slurped his juice out of her. I loved eating fresh creampies out of Christine. It’s like, the best of both worlds – nice yummy cum, and a hot wet pussy at the same time! I slid one finger up her butt and it slid in like nobody’s business. She moaned and we twisted around until we were in a good 69 with me on top. I bounced my puss on her face while I burrowed into hers, and we both dissolved in a series of good strong orgasms, and finally fell apart, almost exhausted.
I woke up about twenty minutes later and looked over at her. She lay there, naked except for the garter belt and stockings, her face shiny with my juices and some left-over drying cum, and a sly smile. She loved being like this, and I loved her for it. I kinda understood now how Betsy probably felt about me.
I shook her awake, gently, and we went out to see if there was any food left on the craft table. We nibbled a few sandwiches and some fruit juice while we waited. It was sort of odd to be standing there, her in stockings, me in my blue and white sox, topless with my skirt halfway up my ass, and the guys pretty much fully dressed.
Glen came over and told Chrissy he was very happy with the morning scene, and that he wanted this afternoon’s to be long enough to have about 40 to 50 minutes of run time after they edited and cut out all the crap and mistakes. He nodded to me, his eyes rolling up and down my small frame.
“Most of these guys are pros, they’ve done this shit before, so let them guide you. If there’s something you don’t like, just whack one of them on the leg or something. I expect you to have cock in your mouth as much as possible, got it?”
Chrissy nodded. “No problem. You bring the dicks, I’ll supply the throat” she laughed.
A few minutes laters, guys started trickling in. First just three or four, then a few more, then more and more started crowding into the big living room space. They’d cleared all the furniture away from the middle of the room, and pushed it all against the walls. I looked over the guys. A couple were pretty cute, I guess, a few were just meh, and some were downright un-attractive. But that’s just me – I have very high standards, what with Spence and all, right? LOL!
I sidled over to where Peter was standing with some woman about 35 or so, making notes on a clipboard.
“Sheila’s checking off the names as they come in and register. I ain’t payin’ nobody who don’t show up.” I nodded knowingly. There must have been twenty guys there by the time Glen started shooting.
Chrissy went back to the bedroom and came out wearing a bikini top and some heels, and then went “into her act”. First she wandered around the room, showing off, letting the guys just drink in her beauty. She’d wink at me when we went eye-to-eye, so I’m sure she was having fun with it. Most of the guys had stripped down to bare chests, some were even dropping their pants, and virtually all of them had their dicks-in-hand. I think this was the first time I’d seen so many guys all together at one time, with just ONE object in mind. It was cool watching them all masturbate and checking out the penises. All different sizes, all different colors (well, not really. Mostly pink and brown…and one really scrumptious looking chocolate one!). Some circumsized, some not. And the cool thing was, they were all getting hard. Very hard. The guys were lined up along two walls and part of another. Chrissy walked over to the first guy and dropped to her knees.
Leaning forwards, she put her hands on the guy’s hard, trim belly, and engulfed his nice penis, sucking back and forth for a few moments. Then she popped her mouth off with a smacking sound, gave the tip of the quivering shaft a little pursed-lip kiss, and moved on to the next guy. I watched as she worked her way down the line, sucking each hard and not-so-hard yet penis. It was amazing. Sometimes, a sem-soft pink or brown cock would slide between her lips, but by the time she released it, it would be standing up hard, proud, and ready to get to work. She palmed their ball sack or even reached back to diddle their butts, but whatever she needed to do, it worked. The line of hard cocks looked like so many toy soldiers, standing up, and ready to fire.
It took her a good half-hour, but she sucked every single hard dick in the place, just about (except for Glen, the two camera guys, and the other techs, of course). Then they started in on her. She knelt on a well-deserved pillow thing, and two or three guys would surround her, and she’d work on them for a while, sucking, jerking, licking, just using her mouth and face and hands to keep the guys on edge. I loved watching her cute face surrounded by hard cocks. So erotic. So sexy. It was amazing to know that every erection in the room was for HER!
About ten minutes into the scene, Glen called a halt to give Christine a rest for a moment. He came over and whispered something to Peter, and Peter motioned over to Christine. The three of them talked in a low whisper for a moment, and then I noticed Chrissy motioning to me with her hand. I got up and walked over.
“Hey sweetie, how’ya doin?” she smiled through the mask of sweat, spit, and pre-cum on her face. I grinned back.
“Cool. It’s neat watching you work all those cute penises.”
“Yeah. Anyway, that’s what I want to talk to you about. How’d you like to fluff?”
“Fluff?”
“Yeah. Basically, you help keep them hard. Mostly just hands and mouth. Just keep them interested, if you know what I mean. We don’t want them cumming until the end.”
I thought about that. It sounded fun. Suck cocks just to keep them hard and on edge. Much as I would have liked to get a couple of cum shots, I understood the process.
Peter said, “Obviously, we can’t ever get you even near the camera. But Chrissy says your down for it, and you certainly look the part. Fuck me, every guy here wanted a crack at you when they came in.
I blushed. “Well, thank you. I, I guess I’d be happy to help out, sure.”
And so that’s how I found myself, sitting back on my calves a few feet out of the camera shot, sucking cock after cock after cock. I had to stop and suck in a mouthful of water every now and then, my own spit just couldn’t keep up with it. In a few minutes, I was a drooling mess, so I shrugged off my top and let the guys ogle my little teen titties. I think that may have helped. Odd that these guys spent their days around grown up porn starlets with big boobs all the time, and my little 30Cs turned them on after that.
I’d suck them hard(er), and they’d go to crowd around Christine and she’d take over sucking, deep throating those that she could do easily. The guys around her would rap their cocks on her face, or rub across her hair, or just any place on her upper body that they could touch. Cock after cock after cock. It was all so strange, different from any thing I’d ever experienced. After a while, the penises all blurred together. A guy would walk up to me, and I’d open my mouth and suck him in. Some of them were already hard, some were starting to droop a bit. A couple, I could tell, came THIS close to popping off in my mouth, and it was all I could do to pull off and shoo them away. My tongue had so many different flavors of pre-cum and cock lube, it was like I was sucking a kaleidoscope. One guy actually shuddered and grabbed his cock out of my mouth, gasping and grunting with the effort. A small spurt of sperm laced across my tongue as he did. I looked up at him.
“Sorry…” I mouthed. His eyes rolled in his head, and he stammered “f-f-f-f-uck . . . ” and staggered off.
Glen gave Christine the high sign after about twenty minutes. They were ready. Two camera guys moved in on either side of her. And then it started. I remember thinking, “Holy crap!” as it went on.
The first guy to cum was a cute, skinny black guy with a long thin penis. He just aimed at her face and let fly. The first jet flew out and skipped across her lower jaw and cheekbone and ended just above her right eye. The next hit on her nose, and then the guy on her other side started in, laying a rope of white across her forehead that nearly dribbled down over her eyebrow. She turned to offer her mouth and the other side of her face as his target, and he dropped another large white line across the bridge of her nose and then another that dribbled down over her upper lip. A third guy stepped up behind her and sprayed across the top of her head and down over her forehead. Another man, a black guy, moved in on the right and splurted two big fat wet blobs right on her offered tongue which she quickly pulled in and gulped down. The frenzy continued. Christine would turn this way and then the other, facing each hard cock as best she could, accepting the sperm shower. Her face was covered from top to bottom within a few minutes, and it dripped down wetly across the upper slopes of her boobs and ran down her cleavage. Her mouth was clogged every few moments with streams and jets of the white sauce, and she’d close her lips and swallow noisily when she could, and then simply turn and face the next erupting penis. It was magical to watch. I found myself rubbing furiously at my own crotch while I watched Christine get drenched in semen.
By the time the first ten or so guys had cum, her entire head was covered in white slime. Even her lovely blonde hair hung down in wet locks, sperm dripping down along her shoulders and all down her front. Her boobs had numerous long trails of wet and drying semen, and her fingers were busy tweaking her hard nipples. Guys were leaning down and rubbing her mound and pussy lips in between drenching, and I could tell she was getting off on all the depravity.
The guys kept coming, and kept cumming. Streamer after streamer flew out of those luscious-looking cock heads and smacked into her face, or hair, or neck, or boobs. Every square inch of her face from ear to ear and hairline to shoulder blade was wet and slimy. Her lips closed to swallow the drips and drabs and well-aimed jets that shot straight into her mouth.
Finally though, after about fifteen minutes of almost constant sperm barrage, the last guy groaned in pleasure and fisted the last of hundreds of billions of sperms onto Christine’s upturned, rapturous face. She gulped and swallowed and dipped her head, and we all watched as streamers of wet semen dripped hotly off her features and slid down her boobs and chest. Her hands were busy sloppily rubbing her crotch and her eyes closed as she shuddered through a strong climax that made her shake and shriek out in pleasure, flinging wet drops of excess semen away from her almost like a dog shaking water off. We let her slowly come down from the sensory overload of the massive facials and orgasms, and then Glen called out “Cut!” and we all applauded spontaneously.
I rushed up and held her close, rubbing my own face along the slime and sticky juice on hers, kissing the lips that were tainted white and helping her stand. We looked at each other for a long moment, and I said, “Wow, Christine, that was super hot! How’d it feel?” and she just looked at me and smiled and said, “Amazing . . .” in a low breath. I could smell the overpowering aroma of sperm from five feet away!
I guess, from Christine’s point of view, it’s a darn good thing your face can’t get pregnant!
Chapter
43 - 24 Hours of Daddy!
All too quickly Spencer and I had to head home. I said a tearful goodbye to Christine the afternoon we left, but promised to come back as soon as I could. I loved southern California – the weather, the beaches, the sights, so many pretty people. We flew home, and Spencer let me suck on him during much of the plane ride – he purposely chose a late-night flight out of LA that kept the interior of the plane nice and dark and cozy much of the time. I actually felt a little bad that I’d been almost neglecting him while we were out in LA.
“Not a chance, sweetie!” he said to me when I confessed. “I was busy much of the time with business, and I wanted you and Chrissy to spend time with each other anyway. Please don’t feel bad. We spent every night together, didn’t we?”
I nodded. Every night, the three of us slept in Chrissy’s big huge bed, and there was pretty much nothing that two girls and a guy could do that we didn’t. Spencer fucked both of us, pussy, ass and mouth, I ate her pussy while she sucked on Spence and he ate my pussy, and so on. We’d end up covered in sweat and cum and fall asleep all tangled together, only to get up the next morning, shower all the crud off, and start over! It was great.
So anyway, once we were in the air, the stewardess girls passed out blankets and eye masks and the cabin was darkened, and after a few minutes, while everyone around us quieted down and all you could hear was the hiss of the air in the cabin, I leaned over and unzipped my boyfriend’s slacks, and wormed his marvelous Perfection out. He laid the blanket down over my head and his lap, and I popped his Penis in my mouth. I think he came somewhere over like, Utah? the first time. I sucked two good orgasms out of him before he made me come up for air and we cuddled, snoozing, for the rest of the flight. We got home to his place just as the sun was coming up, and it took me a full day to get readjusted to the time difference.
He took me home, and Daddy and I hugged and kissed. I was very glad to see him, as usual. I promised him I’d stay home for a week and take care of him like I used to.
The next day, after I was pretty well recovered from my trip, and had put away all my new stuff (Christine and I HAD to hit all the fancy shops and stuff . . . lol) I made Daddy dinner and waited for him to come home. I’d been daydreaming a lot that day, sitting around the pool sunning. It was a warm summer afternoon, I was topless in my tiniest bikini bottom, which I only wore just in case the UPS man came by or something. And I had a wickedly nasty idea.
I made Daddy pot roast and potatoes with some mixed vegetables out of a bag and set the table for him all formal and proper like. Then, I rushed back upstairs just before he got home, took a quick shower to clean up, and then dressed in an outfit that Christine and I had picked out. It was a sexy French Maid outfit – black stockings, black stilettos, short frilly black dress with white petticoats, and a little white cap and white gloves. The top was a corset-like affair that actually was a little loose on me, ‘cause I think the outfit wasn’t designed for a thirteen year old. The bottom part had straps for the stockings to clip to, and the corset was cut way down on top to show your boobs. I was midway between kid-cute and fuckin’ sexy!
I served Daddy his dinner as he smiled and devoured me with his eyes. It made me feel so special. I would bend over him and try to flash my boobs in his face, but it was hard – they’re so firm that they don’t wobble well. I watched him eat, smacking his lips in satisfaction, and I cleared the table and served his apple pie a la mode.
“Now, Daddy, you go to the den and finish your work you brought home – "
“Yeah, I have to make a few phone calls out west while they’re still at work –“ he said.
“And I’ll clean up the kitchen, and then I have a favor to ask.” I finished.
“Hun, you know that you only have to ask . . .” he responded quickly.
“Yeah. Now shoo! Go do your stuff. I’ll see you in a few minutes."
I quickly rinsed the dishes and filled the dishwasher and cleaned up the cooking mess. Then I checked myself in the hall mirror to make sure I was still looking good, and went into Daddy’s den. He was sitting at his desk, laptop open, and was just finishing a phone call somewhere. He looked at me and smiled.
“Sweetie, did I tell you how fantastic that dinner was? Perfectly cooked, tasted marvelous. Thank you so much for it.” He said. I blushed and told him he was welcome. “And you look absolutely terrific in that maid’s outfit. I bet you and Christine picked it out, am I right?”
I nodded with a smile and a curtsey.
“Ve are zo happy you like it, monsieur”, I said with a theatrical French accent.
“So what is it you’d like from me, sweetheart?” he said, pulling me down to sit on his lap, as he slid his big chair away from the desk. I was gratified to feel a bulge in his pants under my pantied butt.
“Well, you know I’ve missed you so much this summer. I mean, I was out with Spencer a lot, and then over in California, and heck, it just seems that I’ve hardly been with you at all since school let out.” And that was pretty true – not by design, it just worked out that way. And I did miss being with my Daddy.
“I know sweetie, but you’re growing up a lot now, and you have a boyfriend who really loves you, just like I do.”
“That’s OK, Daddy, but I want . . . I want to do something . . . special with you. Really special.”
“Sure, honey, whatever you want. Name it.”
I’d thought long and hard about this. I played it over in my mind a dozen times. I imagined all the ramifications. The thought thrilled me. I looked at Daddy, right into his cool blue eyes.
“I want to spend an entire day with you-”
“Well, sweetie, that’s easy, sure, what day?”
“No, let me finish. I want to spend the whole day with you in my mouth. Your penis. Not ever letting go. The whole day. From the morning of one day until the morning of the next day. I won’t leave you for anything, all day.”
He thought about it, his brow furrowed.
“I’d have to stay home, I suppose. Can’t hardly drive downtown to work or shop at Home Depot with my baby daughter latched onto my cock . . .” he smiled.
“That’s it. We’ll stay home. You can work at your desk, or just lounge around and watch TV or read or do whatever you want. But I need to have your penis in my mouth the whole time. And I’ll never take it out, not for anything. I promise.”
“Are you sure you can do that, honey? You won’t have anything but, well, me to eat or drink all day?” he asked.
“I know that. I don’t care. You’re all I want.”
He went hmmmmmm. “I suppose I could schedule some meetings over the computer. We’ll figure out someplace for you –“
“Long as I have your penis in me, I don’t care where.” I firmly stated.
“What about using the bathroom?”
"Well, I guess that's the ONLY time I'll let you out of my mouth, OK?" I answered with a blush.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. You’ve seen me pee. When I have to go, you just stand there in front of me.”
“How’re we going to move around?” I think by now he was just trying to mess with me, asking silly questions and trying to hide a grin.
“I thought about that. If you want to walk around, just pick me up and twist me upside down. Hold me to your chest, and I’ll hold you around your waist. Easy peazy.”
He hmmmmmmm’ ed again.
“Well, sweetie, I’m game if you are. Sounds like it might be fun, I guess. I need to do some re-arranging of my schedule and all, and do some prep here and there, but I think it sounds really hot. But I want to tell you that if something happens and you’re not quite able to do it, I won’t be upset or disappointed, ok baby?”
I looked at him. “Daddy, I’m gonna DO this, alright!” I said rather petulantly. “I don’t care how, but I’m going to do it!”
He smiled at me and hugged me, and I kissed the top of his head.
That was a Tuesday. On Thursday night, he told me that he’d made some changes to his schedule and worked things out so we could do my “24 hours with Daddy” the next day, Friday. I was so excited. That evening, we watched some TV after dinner, and I wanted to “save up” Daddy for me for the next day, so I was a naughty little girl – I masturbated him for hours that evening but didn’t let him have an orgasm. I kinda felt a little bad about that, but then realized that Daddy would be enjoying my mouth for a full 24 hours straight the next day.
So while we watched TV, I carefully wormed Daddy’s nice penis out of his trousers, and, laying my head on his belly, carefully licked the head of it. A clear bead of pre-cum oozed out and made friends with the tip of my tongue. I so loved the salty flavor of Daddy’s pre-cum. I started very slowly jerking his penis back and forth, not too tightly, not too fast, just a slow, rhythmic push-pull that made his penis fill with blood very quickly. I loved how it felt so steel-hard under my fingers. I licked the tip of his penis very slowly, letting my tongue travel all around the tip and down over the ridge of pink flesh that defined it. My eyes were closed and I just floated in my own little sea of erotic pleasure as I teased Daddy.
About every ten minutes or so, I could feel him tense up and try to shove his hips up, forcing more of his penis into my mouth. I’d pull off and tighten my grip on him and just freeze and make him stop before he had his orgasm.
I did this over and over and over, until finally he’d had enough. He reached down to my shoulders and pulled me up and off of him.
“Stop – Stop! Please, honey, you’re killing me!” he chuckled. “I’m afraid I’ll blow your head off if I cum now!” he whispered.
“Daddy, I’m NOT letting you cum tonight. This is just to get you primed and excited and ready for tomorrow!”
“Well, you’d better just ease off for now, I’m on edge terribly as it is, and I don’t want to spend the night leaking!”
I leaned down to give his cock one last sweet kiss with my slippery lips, and then sat up next to him, leaning onto his strong shoulder. I held his arm in my hands.
“I love you Daddy, I just know that tomorrow is going to be ever so special between us. Can you imagine what it will feel like to have your sweet penis in your loving daughter’s mouth all day long? How special that will be?” I said.
“I’m sure it will be one of the most special days of my life, ever!” Daddy said, hugging me close. “Now be quiet and watch TV with me.”
So I did, and we did. We went up to bed around 11. I peed and washed up a little bit, and then went in. Daddy was setting the alarm.
“I’m setting the alarm for 6:45. Good by you?” he said.
“Perfect. We’ll start at 7 am, ok?”
“Yep.”
I was trembling all over with the excitement. I had been looking forward to this for a couple of days, and to think it was all going to start in just a few hours, was so exciting.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie?” he said as he pulled the covers down and we climbed into the bed.
“Can I have an orgasm before we go to sleep? I’m just all keyed up . . .”
“YOU’RE KEYED UP!?” Daddy said with a laugh, “Look at this!” and he pointed down to his crotch where a big tent had been in his shorts since we came upstairs.
I giggled at him and swiped at it with my hand. “Oh stop. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow!”
I lay down on the cool sheets next to him, and he put his arm around my whole upper body as I snuggled next to him. The fingers on his right hand toyed with my hard nipple. I let my own hands slide down and trace across my hips, and then spread my legs open, keeping the soles of my feet flat against each other as my knees splayed. I let my hands explore my soft folds, and my warm pussy lips were wet with excitement already. I let each hand caress my smooth folds, and then explored the little nub of pleasure poking out at the top of my valley. An unexpected shiver coursed through my tiny frame as I pinched the pink bullet between two fingers, and I let out a low “ohhh” moan. Daddy continued to rub and tweak my boobs and I closed my eyes and tossed my head from side to side as I rubbed and pulled and pinched the flesh of my femininity. It felt so good. I realized that I loved having Daddy watch me do this too, this most intimate and personal of acts. I treasure our closeness more than anything else in my life, more even than my relationship with my beloved Spencer.
I rubbed and pulled, and used two fingers of my other hand to reach up inside of me and feel the wetness flowing off my walls. I found the rough patch up just inside my opening and rubbed one fingernail across it, sending electric shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I writhed and wriggled on the bed as Daddy hugged me to him and pulled on my sensitive nipple. My eyes were closed and I let my mind explore the forbidden thoughts of my relationship with Daddy – from the very first days when I used my mouth on him, to when he first tenderly, but firmly, opened my butt, to the magical night in the city when he made me a full-fledged woman and I felt his magical sperms flow into my own little womb, and how it made my tummy feel so warm and full when he’d do that.
I could feel the big orgasm coming up on me and I just opened up to it, whimpering, and then it hit, crashing against me and my clitty felt like it was on fire and the marvelous feeling went straight up my spine and I gushed and cried out and kept on rubbing, I wanted and needed more. I thought of the times when Daddy and Mr Alex (I missed him!) would buy me fun, sexy underwear and I’d model it for them and they’d make me feel so pretty and special, and then they’d spurt their warm semens on my face and body. I thought of Mr Abe and all his black friends and that day they all fucked me in the butt. That thought caused another wonderful cum to explode out of my pussy and I cried out again as Daddy pulled my nipple so hard I thought it would come off. I shook and shuddered and realized I’d almost peed myself with the joy I felt. A third smaller orgasm trilled through me and the aftershocks made my legs quiver.
Daddy murmured little words of love as I panted and tried to regain my breath, collapsing onto the sheets. I held his hand against my boob as I listened to my own heartbeat gradually slow down.
I don’t even remember falling asleep. But the next morning, at 6:45 the alarm went off. Daddy gently shook me awake.
“Hey there Princess, it’s almost time. Why don’t you go in and go to the bathroom and clean up a little bit, maybe have a cool drink of water, and then come back to bed?” I groggily sat up, feeling my swampy puss still warm from last night. I kissed Daddy good morning, and then went in to pee and brush my teeth, and I ran down to the kitchen to get a big bottle of water. I drank about half of it as I ran back upstairs, and then jumped in the bed next to Daddy. He was sort of sitting up against the headboard.
“Are you still sure you want to do this?” he asked with concern in his voice that was so lovely.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m SURE!” I emphatically responded. “I want your penis in me ALLLLLLL Day!” I giggled. I threw the sheet back towards the foot of the bed, exposing his entire lower body.
“I did a quick washup while you were downstairs and peed too . . .” he explained. I kissed him on the lips and whispered ‘I love you Daddy’ and then reached for his penis. It was cool and soft and pink, but I knew that wouldn’t be lasting for long. I wriggled around until I was laying on my tummy between his widely parted legs, and reached for his penis with both hands. I held it up, feeling it slowly harden beneath my fingers. I looked at the clock. 6:58 . . . 6:59 . . . the dial flipped, finally.
7:00 Ding! I took a deep breath, lowered my face, opened my mouth, and let Daddy’s almost firm penis slide between my lips. I nuzzled all the way down, burying my nose in his firm belly, letting my tongue slide out and wipe across the top of his ball sack where his penis shaft met it. I felt the penis pulse and harden against the roof of my mouth, pressed firmly up against it by my tongue. I gulped and swallowed.
I stayed down on Daddy’s penis a long moment, and then slowly came back up. I let my feet kick in the air behind me and crossed my ankles. When I reached Daddy’s tip, I craned my head up to look him in the eye and winked. He smiled back at me, brushing his hand across my hair and moving it out of the way so he could see better.
I started sucking. It felt soooo good to do that. Something primal, something so basic as nursing. As a baby, my mother had suckled me on her breast and now, as a young girl, I was suckling on my Daddy’s penis the same way, getting a different kind of life-giving fluid. His semen, which had made me, was now destined to be a part of me forever. I sucked and sucked, my cheeks hollowing, my spit keeping his shaft wet and slippery. I felt his penis pulse and a big bubble of salty, slippery pre-cum burbled out, as I held the tip just behind my lips and let it slide onto my tongue. I loved the familiar tang of it. I swabbed his helmet back and forth with my little tongue, gratified to hear his moans of pleasure.
“Oh sweetie, that’s so good . . . oh baby . . .feels so good . . . ummmmmm” he moaned quietly, his fingers entwined in my hair, stroking, my face and head moving to maximize his pleasure. I knew it wouldn’t take long, I’d built him up so much last night, I knew his balls would be brimming over with pent-up sperms and I couldn’t wait to feel them jump into my mouth, the warm, wet, salty brine like an elixir of life. I sucked and swallowed, the head of his penis sliding across the roof of my mouth and top of my throat in a practiced groove. I gently massaged and kneaded his ball sack, feeling those hard marbles of his maleness roll between my fingers.
I could feel Daddy start to tense. His muttering and moans took on a more feverish tone. His breathing came in short, guttural “unh unh” pairs. Suddenly I felt him push my head down, popping the crown of his penis down past the end of my tongue and into the top of my throat. I flattened my tongue under his shaft and gripped his ball sack firmly. His hips pushed once, twice, then I felt the surge begin as his penis swelled and a warm bulge of sperm burrowed up along the big vein at the base of his cock and burst wetly into the top of my throat, where I suddenly swallowed it down. Another swelling, another bulge, and a second hot stream coated my throat as Daddy groaned in pleasure.
“oh my god . . . honey . . . here it is . . . take me . . . love . . you . .” he grunted out rhythmically. I pulled my face back as his hand relaxed on my scalp and I let his penis rest midway into my mouth, so I’d taste his wonderfulness. A big wet splurt splashed my tongue, my senses inflamed by the salty hot goodness of his sperm, and I wriggled in concerted pleasure. Another pulse ran up the length of his penis, and my fingers tugged and rolled his ball sack, urging more and more production from his balls. My mouth felt his cock surge and spit again, the hot stream pooling behind my lips. I floated on a sea of pleasure as my Daddy emptied his balls into me.
Finally, he was still. His penis shivered and quivered but his tank had run dry, temporarily. I collected the mouthful of warm semen and slowly swallowed it, feeling it slide down my throat. I felt so warm, so alive, so close to my Daddy. I’d swallowed quarts of his cum before, of course, but for some reason this load felt different. I sighed, blowing warm air through my nose onto his belly as I pushed down and gulped his softening length into me.
“Oh sweetie that was . . . so . . .fantastic” he breathed, gently brushing my hair. “My god . . .”
‘No, MY god’ I thought to myself. My god was Daddy’s penis. I snuggled down between his legs and lay there, loving the feel of his now soft and tender penis in my mouth. I rolled it around on my tongue and pressed it to the roof of my mouth, over and over. I almost dozed. Then Daddy tapped me on the shoulder.
“Let’s see if we can get up. Are you OK?”
I “um-hmmm’ed” and nodded my head, and made the “OK” sign with my thumb and forefinger. Daddy twisted on the bed, and I twisted with him, and he put his feet on the floor as I backed up with him. It was a little acrobatic but once I realized that if I just let his midsection take me where ever it wanted to go, it became a little easier. Daddy stood, and I knelt at his feet.
“Ok, now, I have a surprise. Reach under the bed.”
I reached under. My hand felt something wide and flat, and I pulled it out. Looking sideways, it was a flat board on top of four big wheels, casters Daddy called them later, with a pillow strapped to the top.
“I worked that up last night thinking about how to get around. It’s a mover’s platform. If you can get up on it, then you can just slide back and forth with me. Try it.”
I wriggled around and managed to get myself knelt down on it like it was a sled. It was almost the perfect height for me to kneel back on my calves, with my hands on my thighs, and my face was right at Daddy’s crotch level. Perfect!
I grinned and looked up at Daddy. He moved forwards and I rolled backwards. Whooops! I thought, ‘that takes a little getting used to!’ as I slid backwards on the smooth hardwood of the floor.
We danced around the bedroom for a while, learning how to move and deal with each other. Daddy could hold my shoulders and spin me as he twirled around. After a moment, it felt kinda cool, actually.
After a few moments, I realized that now I had to pee. I motioned to Daddy over to the toilet, and he helped me roll over there, and then lifted me up by my armpits and sat me on the seat. I looked at him gratefully, and then let my own pee go. It felt good. I sat there calmly and did my business, and then Daddy helped me clean up and then lifted me up and sat me back down on the little cart. I decided to call it “my blowjob cart”! LOL! This time, I sat on my butt and crossed my legs yoga-style. Daddy spun us around and headed to the sink, and he ran some hot water and shaved (his face) while I nursed gently on his penis. I found out that a benefit to sitting on my butt on the cart gave me access to my clitty and pussy lips, as my thighs were spread wide open. So I diddled myself quite pleasantly while I nursed on Daddy. His penis shivered and vibrated a little bit a few times but was not ready to get hard again. I didn’t mind. I loved his COCK, not just his HARD cock. I knew when his body was ready, he’d get nice and hard for me again, and I’d suck and swallow whatever he could generate and then we’d start all over again. I just closed my eyes and sucked. I think it was actually more awkward for him, since Daddy had to kind of skooch sideways to shave in the mirror while his body was turned to the left for me.
He finished up, and then said that it was time to head to the kitchen. He was still dressed in his PJ bottoms and a tee shirt, and I was naked, of course.
“Do you want to put something on?” I shook my head NO.
“You sexy little slut” he said, grinning, "I'm so proud of you!" I smiled up at him. He spun around and we headed out and down the hallway to the kitchen. I was glad that most of our house had nice hardwood flooring, so my Blowjob Cart could slide easily. We maneuvered to the kitchen, and again, slid around while Daddy made coffee and toasted a bagel for his breakfast. The bagel smelled good, but I resolved to stick to my plan.
He ate breakfast at the table, sliding me underneath. I fit perfectly, I found out with luck, and continued to contentedly nurse on his penis while he had some breakfast. I think I detected a slight hardening of his penis about halfway through. Daddy reached down and caressed my hair and head while he ate.
“I have to go make some phone calls in the den sweetie, are you ok?” he asked a few minutes later, as he dumped his plate in the sink and I rolled along attached to him.
“uh hummmmmmmm’ I hummed as I swallowed a mouthful of my spit. We rolled down the hall and into the den, which I loved because it always smelled warm and like Daddy. Every now and then he’d smoke a pipe and I liked the nutty aroma of the tobacco. I told him not to do it too much ‘cause I knew that stuff was really bad for you and I didn’t even like to think of my Daddy getting sick. But he only did it about two or three times a month, so that wasn’t so bad, I thought.
We went in and Daddy moved his chair back, and I backed into the big space under his desk. It smelled warm and woody and masculine. Luckily there was enough room for me to sit there and only be hunched over a little bit, it wasn’t too bad. Daddy slid his chair in, and patted me on the head, and I smiled inside. He started working up on his desk on his laptop and stuff, and I just settled in with his cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes, and just let my tongue and teeth (gently!) and cheeks massage his soft pinkness. I explored the crown of his penis with my tongue, letting it roll over the smooth ridge that went all around it and the cute curve of the glans. I poked my tongue tip into the hole at the end where all the good stuff came out, and even withdrew a little dollop of salty precum. I let my tongue wrap around his underside, feeling and tasting the strong veins and flesh, it was smooth and hard and warm all at the same time. My mind pictured the masculine tube of flesh, trapped in my mouth, my tongue sliding over it from top to bottom, back to front, painting it with my saliva, keeping it warm and wet and loved so much. It was the embodiment of my Daddy, his maleness, his paternal symbol, the part of him that showed his love most visibly by its excited swelling and spraying of his most valuable and treasured sperm.
I thought about the gallons and gallons of his sperm that have shot from that beautiful rod, from when he was just a little boy and discovered masturbation, though his teen years with girlfriends, possibly blowing him or jerking him off in movie theaters or cars or where-ever, and his romance and marriage with Mom, how he entered her on their wedding night, and then lots of times for months afterwards, and one of those matings created ME, how his sperm made me, and then as I was growing in Mommy’s womb, how he bathed me in his semen night after night until I was born.
And then the sadness, the time when he had no one to give his semen to, lonely, alone. And then I went to him, and we’ve been lovers ever since, and I’ve gotten nearly all of his lovely semen inside me somehow, or rubbed lovingly into my skin, my face, my boobs. His semen and sperms have been so big a part of me for so long.
It felt so good, so natural, so right that I would be the vessel, the container, for all of his lovely sperms. Why should he spill them in or on someone else, someone who wasn’t even FAMILY? I lived only because of his sperms, it was only right that I continued to live FOR his sperms.
Time went by. He talked, and worked on the laptop, and then after I’d been almost hypnotized, almost half-asleep, by the warm cavern under his desk, sucking gently on his manly penis, it started to grow, and harden up, and within just a few moments, it was fully stiff, magnificent, almost too much for my young mouth to hold. I reached up and put my index finger and thumb around the very base of it and started moving my face back and forth, sucking strongly each time I came off to the end, licking on the way down, letting my lips kiss and caress it, showing my love and devotion for this miraculous part of my Daddy that I owed my very life to. I tasted one, then two, then more drops of salty, slippery pre-cum bubbling out of the tip, and spread them around inside my mouth, letting my gums and cheeks absorb the goodness of him.
I heard him breath heavily above me, his low groan and guttural “ummmmm” resonating in my brain. I let one hand drift down to my kitty and slowly, steadily, masturbated my own young sex as I sucked on Daddy’s. Back and forth, back and forth. My lips touched his belly, then slid back, kissing the tip, and then back down again. Down, up, down, up, down, up. My only goal was making him orgasm. Finally, he touched my hair gently and shifted his hips forward, and I felt a warm stream of semen flow out of his penis and across my tongue. Salty. I went “ummmmmm” myself, and sucked strongly again, pulling another tremor from his flesh and another splurt of wet Daddy genes. Just as I swallowed his first warm jet, an orgasm rippled through me, centered right in the middle of my pussy, my fingers rubbing my sensitive clitty back and forth with determination. I whimpered myself, my mind so happy I’d given my Daddy this feeling.
It wasn’t a lot. I’d drained him so well just a few hours earlier. But the amount of sperm wasn’t important. It was the sperm itself. The orgasm. The good feeling. I savored the warm salty wetness as it slid across my tongue and I swallowed down into my stomach. I moved my hand back and forth on his shaft, pulling it all out. He shuddered above me and moaned, “I love you sweetie” through clenched teeth. I felt warm inside. When his convulsions passed and he settled down, I kept on sucking strongly, until I could feel his penis get too sensitive on the tip, so I gently suckled on the shaft behind it until it calmed down and was just a soft pink worm again. I wanted to nuzzle it. Daddy relaxed and sat back in his chair.
“Oh sweetie that was so marvelous, that felt so good. I could really get used to this!” he breathed, and I smiled and went “unh ummmmm” again.
I suckled. Minutes passed. I zoned out, nothing in my universe except the warm, dark cavern under Daddy’s desk, and his lovely penis, slowly soaking in my mouth. I don’t even know how much time passed. I could hear the rhythmic clacking of the laptop keys, and the low hum of the a/c, and my own heartbeat. I sucked and swallowed my spit and Daddy’s warm leakage.
Then, Daddy pushed his chair back from the desk, and I was jolted back to wakefulness. “Time to move, sweetie, are you ok?”
“unh hummmm”
We slid out and the light almost hurt my eyes. Daddy moved me over towards the big L-shaped sofa and lounge he had in his den, and suddenly leaned over and picked me up, spinning me around in his strong hands. I went “whoooop!” through the flesh rod in my mouth, and giggled as he spun me upside down, holding tightly onto my waist and flipping my legs up in the air. I grabbed him around his waist and pulled myself to him. My legs parted, and I felt him lean down to nuzzle at my sex. He maneuvered us to the couch and lay back, my legs cushioned on either side of his head, and he pulled my pussy down to his lips. I moaned in delight and squeezed his waist, rolling my hips to show my appreciation. His tongue parted my pussy lips and danced around on my clit, and I surrendered to the marvelous feelings. I just lay there like a lump on top of Daddy while he made sweet glorious love to my pussy. I ground myself down on him, shivering as the feelings built up, my nipples scraping along his belly beneath me, my lips holding his warm shaft, my ass quivering. Daddy was such a master at eating pussy, I just surrendered and let my orgasm build up, trying to hold off the explosion as long as I could until I couldn’t hold it in any more, and I screamed in pleasure through the cock in my mouth and let my pussy gush and explode in a fireworks blast. My clitty vibrated as Daddy hummed on it, and my thighs vibrated back and forth in a sensual dance of excitement that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. The orgasm rolled over me in electric waves, my hips jerking, my chest heaving, and I floated in the sea of ecstasy. Moaning over and over I let myself go. I think I squirted something. I couldn’t tell. Daddy was lapping and licking at me so overwhelmingly I couldn’t think of anything but the marvelous feelings he was giving me. Finally after long moments I came down from my heaven and sagged, my weight laying across Daddy in a big wet noodle. He let me lay there, and I think we both fell asleep for a while, ‘cause I woke up when I swallowed wrong and choked on Daddy’s penis. I almost let it fall out of my mouth, but caught myself at the very last minute, thank goodness! That woke Daddy up, of course, and he had to hold on to me while I coughed and hacked through the spasm! Urgh!
Once I calmed down, Daddy stood up with me, and let me twist around to kneel at his feet again, and sit calmly on my blowjob cart. He said, “want to go watch some TV?” and I nodded ‘yes’ and so we rolled over to the living room, and he helped me get up and lay across the sofa there while he stretched his legs out. I lay my head on his lap, facing the TV, and he grabbed the remote.
I sucked while he watched. At about 1 pm or so, just as some dopey crime movie was starting, the doorbell rang! I jumped, I hadn’t even THOUGHT of the idea of someone coming to the door or anything. Daddy stroked my back.
“Don’t worry. Don’t move.” And he pulled a blanket up over us, laying it across his lap and then laying a pillow over top of it. I guess he figured you couldn’t tell there was a naked little girl with her father’s penis in her mouth under the blanket. I heard him call out.
“C’mon in, the door’s open. I’m in the living room.”
I heard the door open, and footsteps come into the room with us. I held my breath and froze.
“It’s the General’s Chicken with orange and beef rice, right?” I heard what sounded like a young teenage boy voice say with disinterest.
“Yeah, thanks. There’s 20 bucks on the table there. Keep the change, thanks”, Daddy answered, his hand on the blanket right over my butt. “You bring the water too?” and the kid said, “Yeah, there’s two bottles, right?”
I heard the kid lay the food bag down on the table in front of us, and then turn to walk out, saying “Thanks, mister” as he did. The door shut behind him. I exhaled.
Daddy laughed. “Punkin, your ass was tighter than a drumhead!” he chuckled. I’m surprised he didn’t say anything about your toes.” I froze again, and realized that my feet, stretched the way they were, were poked out about four inches beyond the edge of the blanket!
Daddy thought it was hilarious. “Don’t worry, babe. No one can tell how old you are just by your feet.”
I relaxed. I was still very much conscious of how I had to be careful with my relationships with Spencer and Daddy. The last think I’d ever want would be to get them in trouble.
I wriggled the blanket off of me, and settled back down as Daddy ate his lunch. The Chinese food smelled good, but I was content to munch on his lovely penis and get whatever nutrition I needed from his sperms. I rolled his penis around in my mouth, and the way it would twitch occasionally and leak out something was so fun.
Daddy finished his lunch, and drank both bottles of water.
We headed back towards the living room. A few minutes later, we were laying on the sofa again. It was around 2:30 or so, I guess. I’d had Daddy’s penis in my mouth for over seven hours! I closed my eyes and sighed.
Then another knock on the door, but they didn’t wait for Daddy to say anything. I heard the door open, and then, wonderfully, my lovely Spencer called out, “Hey, any sexy little girls home for me to ravish?” and I whimpered and tried to indicate my extreme pleasure at hearing his voice. Daddy called out, ‘C’mon in, Spencer, we’re in the living room.”
He walked in and I wriggled my butt in welcome. He stood next to the sofa. “Well, I heard you were going to try this, but I honestly didn’t think you’d be able to pull it off! I’m proud of you, sweetheart!” he gloated, and I beamed up at him with my eyes, winking as best I could in greeting. He leaned down to kiss my cheek.
“I hope you don’t mind, I brought some friends of yours along to help pass the time.” He turned his head. “Hey guys, we’re in here!”
I turned my head, and was excited to see the guys from the basketball team that I’d been with a few months ago, the Ballers! There was Jason, and Rob and D’Angelo, and all the rest of them! I tried to smile for Spence and all the guys.
“Your Dad told me that you might need something to occupy your time today, and the guys here were off from summer training camp, and I thought I’d bring them along. You don’t mind, do you?” Spencer said with a laugh.
I shook my head vigorously, and made the “OK!” sign with my thumb and forefinger, wriggling my butt at them to show that I wanted them ALL!
Spencer quickly stripped, and I saw his marvelously erect Perfection pointing lustily at me. But he had other plans. I felt him move behind me, and kneel down, and I felt his hand slowly part my butt cheeks, and then – and then his tongue swiped up from way down below to way up above, and I shivered and groaned around Daddy’s penis. Spence made passionate love to my girly parts for long minutes, his tongue swiping up and down and all around, burrowing into my folds. My thighs were spread as far as I could comfortably separate them, and when his tongue wasn’t madly trilling across my clitty, his fingers were sliding up inside of me, gathering my juices and spreading them back out around on my lips and up my crack. Then, at one point, he had two fingers sliding in and out of me smoothly, thrilling me and causing the tremors of an orgasm to begin to tremble around my midsection, and then I felt his stiffened tongue swipe across my butt and stab at my little private hole. I groaned again, and willed my body to relax and let his muscle gain admittance. I looked up as Daddy and Spence moved me around until I was kneeling on the low settee between Daddy’s legs, and Spencer was behind me, tormenting me with his hands and fingers and lips and tongue, denying me the pleasure I knew his Perfection would bring. Suddenly, I felt hand grasp my arms, and my hands were wrapped around hard, erect penises, big brown hard penises that needed attention. Daddy, no surprise, hardened beneath my lips and tongue, and I started sucking madly on him while I masturbated the two players on either side, and Spencer wrung the first of many godly climaxes from my body.
I squealed silently as his fingers found my spot and demanded that I orgasm. I had barely come down from the peak when I felt his hard Perfection nose up against my opening, and then he slid home with an audible moan, and my pussy welcomed his Penis. He started moving in and out smoothly, fully, his groin slapping up against my butt cheeks as he thrust his entire length into me with each move, his Perfection knocking at the door of my womb. Scarce seconds passed before I shuddered through another climax. Daddy was moving his hips now, sliding into my warm and wet mouth, and I opened my throat and enveloped him fully, and now I was spitted between my two men, between the two most beloved men in my life and their steel penises. I dreamt they’d meet inside me somewhere, their own heads smashing into each other.
The two penises in my hands slid away, and two others took their places. The two penises in my body continued to rut away. Spencer’s strong hands gripped my slim hips, pulling me onto him as he buried himself far up into me each time. I grunted through the hard flesh in my throat. I was in ecstasy, and another orgasm rippled through me as my clit and pussy were pounded by Spencer.
The steady fucking continued for at least five minutes, and I was sweating and moaning by the time I felt Spencer push himself all the way into me and shuddered. His Perfection spasmed and spat out a white stream of semen that crashed into my cervix like an ocean wave. My womb went into sexual overdrive, sucking it up into my uterus. His Penis jerked again, and an even longer stream shot out, coating my insides and setting off my biggest orgasm yet today. I tried to exclaim over the hard rod of flesh in my mouth, but Daddy must have chosen that exact moment to push his cock right past my tonsils and ejaculate HIS stored up mass of Daddy-DNA all over the sides of my throat. I gulped and almost choked and gulped again, breathing through my nose as best I could, and I felt Spencer’s hands gripping my hips strongly as he beat against my buttcheeks with his own hips. His Penis was flooding me, I could feel his wetness start to leak and drip out of me and slide down the inside of my thigh.
Daddy finished spraying my tonsils with his semen (third load of the day, pretty good!) and I opened my mouth to gasp in some much needed air around his slowly shrinking penis, letting some of the combined spit and cum drool from my lower lip.
I was still quaking and shaking from my own climax, when dear Spencer slowly pulled his spasming Perfection from my needy hole, and slapped me lightly and lovingly on the butt.
I wasn’t empty for long. I felt one of the athletes move in behind me and slide a big, hard wet black cock up and down in my weeping slit. I wriggled my behind in anxious trepidation, and then went “whooooshhh!” as a very hard and very long shaft slid right up into me, bonking my cervix and making a small starburst in my skull from the pain/pleasure jolt.
I buried my face in Daddy’s groin and turned my head to gaze at Spencer and the guys. I tried to smile around Daddy’s penis, but it turned out like a grimace and I leaked sperm from the corner of my mouth. I just closed my eyes and wriggled around as the cock in my pussy kept giving me jolts of very nice and very pleasurable sensations. I felt hands reach down and caress my hips, my butt, my boobs, there must have been half a dozen or more pairs of hands touching, feeling, stroking, rubbing all over my skin and I felt so alive and so wanted and so vibrant. I pushed my hips back to meet the strong thrusts of whoever it was behind me, and clenched my muscles. My little teen body was no match, though, for the long dark spear being shoved up my coochie over and over, as he grunted and groaned and then unleashed his own hot river of African sperm up into me. I felt his cock quiver and vibrate and he moaned under his breath, and I felt the wetness spread all through my belly.
His balls must have been full to overflowing, because I could feel the huge streams of wet semen jet in to my darkest recess, coating my walls, bathing my cervix in sperm just as it was moments earlier by my dear Spencer. He leaned over me and put his strong arms around my body, palming both boobs.
“You the best little girly, you the best there is. My boys gonna dump lotsa rich nigger cum up yo puss, ok” he croaked gutturally in my ear. I nodded, wanting nothing more.
He slowly pulled his spent rod from my swampy guts and then leaned down again. His voice shook me.
“Antwan goin’ take yo ass, girly. . .” I smiled to myself. I knew that Thomas had an Ivy League education, and was one of the most literate and well-spoken players in the entire league. If he wanted to play ignorant ‘gangsta thug’, it was ok with me. I played along, raising my eyebrows in mock horror.
A few seconds later, I thought perhaps it should have been real horror. I felt someone trying to park a telephone pole in my ass and cried a real tear as the dark helmet wore down my defenses after long moments of insistent pushing and pushing. It popped past my ring of muscle and my entire body jumped and went on fire for a second. A hand was down below, massaging my pussy lips and spreading the combined sperm of two men across my labia and clitty, and my being gradually adjusted to the encroaching pole of black flesh being pushed into my guts. Hands spread my ass cheeks wide, and I felt a liquid being drizzled on the intersection of tiny white asshole and large black penis. I sucked madly on Daddy as a way to take my mind off the searing pain, which I knew, I hoped, would go away soon.
Inch after inch of the penis sank into me, until I felt hot, hard belly up against my own cheeks. Then is schlucked back out noisily, and then back down again, making room each time, each time it withdrew my guts closed up behind it, and each time it pushed back into me they opened up like petals of a flower in the noontime sun.
I gave up resisting, or even thinking of resisting. I tried to will my lower body to turn to jelly, to be moldable in the shape of a big, fat, wet pile of little girl shaping herself around a penis the size of a Louisville slugger. Over and over the rod sank into me, rearranging my internal organs. Then I felt him shudder and push in and hold steady, and a cum enema blew into my colon with heat and force that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I blacked out for a second, I’m sure. My clit and pussy were being tormented way past orgasm, my lips clung to Daddy’s pole like a lifeline. I felt the cock being pulled out of my ass, and then a pussy-pleaser slide up my vag, and I sighed.
For two full hours they ravaged me while I knelt there with my head in Daddy’s lap. I’d feel a cock in my pussy, fucking up into me, for dozens of strokes, and then it would be taken away, and I’d feel empty and unfulfilled, and then another would slide up my lubricated ass, and pump away for two or three or four minutes, and then it too would go away, and another would slide up my pussy again. I came, shivering and shaking and crying around the penis cradled in my mouth. My hands rubbed and pinched and pulled my nipples, and then were held around other hard erections. Sperm was splattered on my bare back, and my ass cheeks, and every now and then, I’d feel an eruption up inside of me, one there in my pussy, flooding my womb, and then one there deep in my ass, bathing my battered colon in warmth.
Through it all, Daddy’s strong hands cradled my face, stroking my hair, brushing aside the random tear as my orgasms rattled through me. I looked up at him lovingly, knowing he was there for me. Spencer sat next to him as well, and I grabbed his hand in mine during an especially deep and bone-rattling ass fuck and gripped it so hard the flesh turned white beneath my fingertips. Guttural “unh – unh – unh – unh - unh” exclamations leaked past my lips with each strong buffet at my midsection.
But then it ended, there was only one hard cock left, and it was Spencer’s Perfect Penis, sliding smoothly in and out of my rectum, sloshing through my red and abused flesh, and then finally pouring his white lava into me one last time, soothing my tenderized guts, applying the balm I needed so badly to me. I grunted and groaned and wheezed and moaned as he finished, my own climax rippling through me one last time.
I just hung there, exhausted, fucked into insensibility almost, but never loosing my grip on Daddy’s penis. He’d cum again, at least once that I remember, a few weak pulses that did little to quench my thirst. I sagged against him, and then felt a cool washcloth bathing my midsection, swiping away the cum and sweat and ass juice and pussy juice coating me from boobs to knees. Butterfly kisses from Spencer along my backbone and the back of my head. Caresses from Daddy as I caught my breath and recovered from the onslaught. It took a half hour, probably, but I finally recovered enough to look over at Spence from my position and tell him ‘thank you’ with my eyes. He smiled and caressed my cheek.
Daddy whispered, “Are you alright, sweetie?” and I nodded, sleepily and exhausted. “Would you like to try to get up and go to the tub?” he ask. I thought about it for a microsecond and then nodded, ‘uhm hmmmmmmmmmmmm!’
Spencer helped me sit up and get situated back on the Blowjob Cart, and, smiling, took a few pics with his phone.
“I gotta save this for posterity” he chuckled.
Daddy and I rolled down the hallway, and Spence went ahead to turn on the hot water and get the tub filled. He was clucking over me like a mother hen. I felt so good toward him.
Daddy managed to shuck off his PJ bottoms and tee shirt, and Spencer lifted me into the warm water a few minutes later as Daddy slid down to sit on one of the benches molded into the tub about halfway down. The water was too deep, so he had to adjust and sit up on the edge of the other side. I knelt in the water, and Spence slid in behind me and started washing me off with a sudsy cloth. The warm water felt good as he spread it over me from my shoulders on down. I relaxed and let him work. As he splashed around there behind me, I felt his Perfection whacking me in the thighs, as it was about three-quarters hard again. I wriggled my ass at him.
“You’re kidding” he chuckled at my movements, “I’d think you were pretty well fucked out, little girl” he grinned.
I wriggled again.
“Ok, if you really want it” he whispered, and then I felt his warm, soapy Shaft slide up into me and burrow in, nestling up and kissing my womb’s entrance with its Perfection. He just held it there, stiff, throbbing, the heat missile warming me from the insides. He flexed just a bit, moving almost imperceptibly.
Daddy groaned. “Oh baby, it’s sooo good to see you and Spencer together, I love the way you both love each other.” I know it might sound odd to hear a father talk that way about his daughter and her boyfriend, but then again, he did have his penis halfway down my throat while he said it.
Twenty minutes later, the water was cooling, Daddy was drained and almost snoozing, and Spence was splurting his third load of the afternoon into my womb as we splashed in the tub. After we settled down and the two of them lifted me out, we dried out with big soft towels.
“Honey, I’d love to stay but I have a dinner appointment with some clients that I absolutely HAVE tro get to” Spence apologized. I nodded to him that I understood, and he stooped to kiss the top of my head. “I’ll call you tomorrow” he whispered.
I was sorry to see him go, but it was just early evening. Daddy hadn’t even had dinner yet. We walked and rolled into the kitchen, and Daddy managed to make a couple of ham sandwiches and a helping of macaroni salad. The food smelled marvelous, but I still had almost 12 hours to go before I could eat again. I was pretty proud of myself for lasting even this long. My jaw was starting to ache, yes, I’ll admit that. I guess I was certainly lucky that Daddy didn’t take a Viagra or something and have an actual boner for hours and hours, When he came and then got soft, his penis was actually pretty easy to keep in my mouth, the soft tube of flesh fit without any big strain. But I guess you can’t blame him for getting hard about 6 or 7 times through the day. I mean, c’mon – his little daughter was kneeling there in front of him, naked, with his penis in her mouth!
He sat at the table, with me underneath, and he stroked my hair and cheek as he ate.
“I can’t believe you’re going strong like this” he said to me gently, “you’re simply the most amazing little girl I’ve ever known, and I love you so much” he said.
I nodded and mumbled, ‘eee oooh’. Me too.
After dinner, it was out to the living room, where he read some reports for a while and I just semi-snoozed while the TV showed the news. Sometimes, I hated watching the news. People killing each other over stupid stuff, disasters, fires, people being mean to each other. I hated it. All I ever wanted to do was make people feel good. Giving orgasms was just about my favorite thing. It’s all I ever wanted to do. They make people feel good, they don’t cost anything (except maybe some lingerie or jewelry every now and then, LOL!) and they don’t wear out. Why not spend your life having them and giving them? No harm at all.
Daddy’s penis got hard again around 9:30 or so and I simply moved my head back, captured his crown tightly behind my lips, and jerked his cock until he grunted and shook and splurted again into my mouth. That was five times I made him orgasm since this morning, if I counted right. I loved it , I felt so good. I let his penis slowly shrink back, licking and sucking and kissing it to show just how much I absolutely loved it, loved doing it for him.
We watched more TV and then Daddy said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m about ready for bed, eh punkin’?” and I nodded.
We rolled down the hallway into his master bedroom, and clambered our way onto the bed somehow. He lay back on the pillows, and I arranged myself so I was spread out and got warm under the blankets, my face cradled in his belly, his warm penis safely held in my loving mouth.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up when Daddy’s penis got hard, I mean REALLY hard. He was mumbling and moaning in his sleep, real quietly, and so I sucked hard on his cock, thinking he was having a dream. I licked and tongued his cock and played with his full, round balls, hoping to make a nice load for me. He tossed and turned a little bit, and I thought for sure I heard him say something like ‘Ohhhh Carol- ’ and that made me want to give him an orgasm even more. Carol was my mother’s name. He was dreaming of her. I sucked and sucked and sucked, and suddenly his penis stiffened even more and shuddered and one big huge jet of hot and salty semen shot out of it, nearly flooding my mouth. He trembled and moaned again, and another, but smaller jet skidded across my tongue. His whole body tensed up and his midsection nearly raised up off the bed, his legs got totally stiff and his hand grabbed my arm and he held this tense position for several seconds as his body processed the orgasm he was having. Then he just went ‘oooof’ and collapsed flat on the bed. His penis continued to leak sperm for a few moments and then softened up and I swallowed what I had in my mouth. It was hot and very salty.
I felt so good, so, almost honored, that Daddy would dream of Mommy like that, while it was me that had his penis and was sucking on it, and have a good orgasm, and that I was there to catch it and make it part of me forever. In a few moments, his breathing calmed down and he let out a light snore. I felt so special. In a few hours, I’d have had my Daddy’s lovely penis in my mouth for a whole day, and I’d swallowed every drop of everything he had to give me. I fell back asleep, a very happy girl, one hand cradling Daddy’s wonderful balls, and one hand cupped over my sore but satisfied pussy.
It’s a good thing your tummy can’t get pregnant!
All too quickly Spencer and I had to head home. I said a tearful goodbye to Christine the afternoon we left, but promised to come back as soon as I could. I loved southern California – the weather, the beaches, the sights, so many pretty people. We flew home, and Spencer let me suck on him during much of the plane ride – he purposely chose a late-night flight out of LA that kept the interior of the plane nice and dark and cozy much of the time. I actually felt a little bad that I’d been almost neglecting him while we were out in LA.
“Not a chance, sweetie!” he said to me when I confessed. “I was busy much of the time with business, and I wanted you and Chrissy to spend time with each other anyway. Please don’t feel bad. We spent every night together, didn’t we?”
I nodded. Every night, the three of us slept in Chrissy’s big huge bed, and there was pretty much nothing that two girls and a guy could do that we didn’t. Spencer fucked both of us, pussy, ass and mouth, I ate her pussy while she sucked on Spence and he ate my pussy, and so on. We’d end up covered in sweat and cum and fall asleep all tangled together, only to get up the next morning, shower all the crud off, and start over! It was great.
So anyway, once we were in the air, the stewardess girls passed out blankets and eye masks and the cabin was darkened, and after a few minutes, while everyone around us quieted down and all you could hear was the hiss of the air in the cabin, I leaned over and unzipped my boyfriend’s slacks, and wormed his marvelous Perfection out. He laid the blanket down over my head and his lap, and I popped his Penis in my mouth. I think he came somewhere over like, Utah? the first time. I sucked two good orgasms out of him before he made me come up for air and we cuddled, snoozing, for the rest of the flight. We got home to his place just as the sun was coming up, and it took me a full day to get readjusted to the time difference.
He took me home, and Daddy and I hugged and kissed. I was very glad to see him, as usual. I promised him I’d stay home for a week and take care of him like I used to.
The next day, after I was pretty well recovered from my trip, and had put away all my new stuff (Christine and I HAD to hit all the fancy shops and stuff . . . lol) I made Daddy dinner and waited for him to come home. I’d been daydreaming a lot that day, sitting around the pool sunning. It was a warm summer afternoon, I was topless in my tiniest bikini bottom, which I only wore just in case the UPS man came by or something. And I had a wickedly nasty idea.
I made Daddy pot roast and potatoes with some mixed vegetables out of a bag and set the table for him all formal and proper like. Then, I rushed back upstairs just before he got home, took a quick shower to clean up, and then dressed in an outfit that Christine and I had picked out. It was a sexy French Maid outfit – black stockings, black stilettos, short frilly black dress with white petticoats, and a little white cap and white gloves. The top was a corset-like affair that actually was a little loose on me, ‘cause I think the outfit wasn’t designed for a thirteen year old. The bottom part had straps for the stockings to clip to, and the corset was cut way down on top to show your boobs. I was midway between kid-cute and fuckin’ sexy!
I served Daddy his dinner as he smiled and devoured me with his eyes. It made me feel so special. I would bend over him and try to flash my boobs in his face, but it was hard – they’re so firm that they don’t wobble well. I watched him eat, smacking his lips in satisfaction, and I cleared the table and served his apple pie a la mode.
“Now, Daddy, you go to the den and finish your work you brought home – "
“Yeah, I have to make a few phone calls out west while they’re still at work –“ he said.
“And I’ll clean up the kitchen, and then I have a favor to ask.” I finished.
“Hun, you know that you only have to ask . . .” he responded quickly.
“Yeah. Now shoo! Go do your stuff. I’ll see you in a few minutes."
I quickly rinsed the dishes and filled the dishwasher and cleaned up the cooking mess. Then I checked myself in the hall mirror to make sure I was still looking good, and went into Daddy’s den. He was sitting at his desk, laptop open, and was just finishing a phone call somewhere. He looked at me and smiled.
“Sweetie, did I tell you how fantastic that dinner was? Perfectly cooked, tasted marvelous. Thank you so much for it.” He said. I blushed and told him he was welcome. “And you look absolutely terrific in that maid’s outfit. I bet you and Christine picked it out, am I right?”
I nodded with a smile and a curtsey.
“Ve are zo happy you like it, monsieur”, I said with a theatrical French accent.
“So what is it you’d like from me, sweetheart?” he said, pulling me down to sit on his lap, as he slid his big chair away from the desk. I was gratified to feel a bulge in his pants under my pantied butt.
“Well, you know I’ve missed you so much this summer. I mean, I was out with Spencer a lot, and then over in California, and heck, it just seems that I’ve hardly been with you at all since school let out.” And that was pretty true – not by design, it just worked out that way. And I did miss being with my Daddy.
“I know sweetie, but you’re growing up a lot now, and you have a boyfriend who really loves you, just like I do.”
“That’s OK, Daddy, but I want . . . I want to do something . . . special with you. Really special.”
“Sure, honey, whatever you want. Name it.”
I’d thought long and hard about this. I played it over in my mind a dozen times. I imagined all the ramifications. The thought thrilled me. I looked at Daddy, right into his cool blue eyes.
“I want to spend an entire day with you-”
“Well, sweetie, that’s easy, sure, what day?”
“No, let me finish. I want to spend the whole day with you in my mouth. Your penis. Not ever letting go. The whole day. From the morning of one day until the morning of the next day. I won’t leave you for anything, all day.”
He thought about it, his brow furrowed.
“I’d have to stay home, I suppose. Can’t hardly drive downtown to work or shop at Home Depot with my baby daughter latched onto my cock . . .” he smiled.
“That’s it. We’ll stay home. You can work at your desk, or just lounge around and watch TV or read or do whatever you want. But I need to have your penis in my mouth the whole time. And I’ll never take it out, not for anything. I promise.”
“Are you sure you can do that, honey? You won’t have anything but, well, me to eat or drink all day?” he asked.
“I know that. I don’t care. You’re all I want.”
He went hmmmmmm. “I suppose I could schedule some meetings over the computer. We’ll figure out someplace for you –“
“Long as I have your penis in me, I don’t care where.” I firmly stated.
“What about using the bathroom?”
"Well, I guess that's the ONLY time I'll let you out of my mouth, OK?" I answered with a blush.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. You’ve seen me pee. When I have to go, you just stand there in front of me.”
“How’re we going to move around?” I think by now he was just trying to mess with me, asking silly questions and trying to hide a grin.
“I thought about that. If you want to walk around, just pick me up and twist me upside down. Hold me to your chest, and I’ll hold you around your waist. Easy peazy.”
He hmmmmmmm’ ed again.
“Well, sweetie, I’m game if you are. Sounds like it might be fun, I guess. I need to do some re-arranging of my schedule and all, and do some prep here and there, but I think it sounds really hot. But I want to tell you that if something happens and you’re not quite able to do it, I won’t be upset or disappointed, ok baby?”
I looked at him. “Daddy, I’m gonna DO this, alright!” I said rather petulantly. “I don’t care how, but I’m going to do it!”
He smiled at me and hugged me, and I kissed the top of his head.
That was a Tuesday. On Thursday night, he told me that he’d made some changes to his schedule and worked things out so we could do my “24 hours with Daddy” the next day, Friday. I was so excited. That evening, we watched some TV after dinner, and I wanted to “save up” Daddy for me for the next day, so I was a naughty little girl – I masturbated him for hours that evening but didn’t let him have an orgasm. I kinda felt a little bad about that, but then realized that Daddy would be enjoying my mouth for a full 24 hours straight the next day.
So while we watched TV, I carefully wormed Daddy’s nice penis out of his trousers, and, laying my head on his belly, carefully licked the head of it. A clear bead of pre-cum oozed out and made friends with the tip of my tongue. I so loved the salty flavor of Daddy’s pre-cum. I started very slowly jerking his penis back and forth, not too tightly, not too fast, just a slow, rhythmic push-pull that made his penis fill with blood very quickly. I loved how it felt so steel-hard under my fingers. I licked the tip of his penis very slowly, letting my tongue travel all around the tip and down over the ridge of pink flesh that defined it. My eyes were closed and I just floated in my own little sea of erotic pleasure as I teased Daddy.
About every ten minutes or so, I could feel him tense up and try to shove his hips up, forcing more of his penis into my mouth. I’d pull off and tighten my grip on him and just freeze and make him stop before he had his orgasm.
I did this over and over and over, until finally he’d had enough. He reached down to my shoulders and pulled me up and off of him.
“Stop – Stop! Please, honey, you’re killing me!” he chuckled. “I’m afraid I’ll blow your head off if I cum now!” he whispered.
“Daddy, I’m NOT letting you cum tonight. This is just to get you primed and excited and ready for tomorrow!”
“Well, you’d better just ease off for now, I’m on edge terribly as it is, and I don’t want to spend the night leaking!”
I leaned down to give his cock one last sweet kiss with my slippery lips, and then sat up next to him, leaning onto his strong shoulder. I held his arm in my hands.
“I love you Daddy, I just know that tomorrow is going to be ever so special between us. Can you imagine what it will feel like to have your sweet penis in your loving daughter’s mouth all day long? How special that will be?” I said.
“I’m sure it will be one of the most special days of my life, ever!” Daddy said, hugging me close. “Now be quiet and watch TV with me.”
So I did, and we did. We went up to bed around 11. I peed and washed up a little bit, and then went in. Daddy was setting the alarm.
“I’m setting the alarm for 6:45. Good by you?” he said.
“Perfect. We’ll start at 7 am, ok?”
“Yep.”
I was trembling all over with the excitement. I had been looking forward to this for a couple of days, and to think it was all going to start in just a few hours, was so exciting.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie?” he said as he pulled the covers down and we climbed into the bed.
“Can I have an orgasm before we go to sleep? I’m just all keyed up . . .”
“YOU’RE KEYED UP!?” Daddy said with a laugh, “Look at this!” and he pointed down to his crotch where a big tent had been in his shorts since we came upstairs.
I giggled at him and swiped at it with my hand. “Oh stop. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow!”
I lay down on the cool sheets next to him, and he put his arm around my whole upper body as I snuggled next to him. The fingers on his right hand toyed with my hard nipple. I let my own hands slide down and trace across my hips, and then spread my legs open, keeping the soles of my feet flat against each other as my knees splayed. I let my hands explore my soft folds, and my warm pussy lips were wet with excitement already. I let each hand caress my smooth folds, and then explored the little nub of pleasure poking out at the top of my valley. An unexpected shiver coursed through my tiny frame as I pinched the pink bullet between two fingers, and I let out a low “ohhh” moan. Daddy continued to rub and tweak my boobs and I closed my eyes and tossed my head from side to side as I rubbed and pulled and pinched the flesh of my femininity. It felt so good. I realized that I loved having Daddy watch me do this too, this most intimate and personal of acts. I treasure our closeness more than anything else in my life, more even than my relationship with my beloved Spencer.
I rubbed and pulled, and used two fingers of my other hand to reach up inside of me and feel the wetness flowing off my walls. I found the rough patch up just inside my opening and rubbed one fingernail across it, sending electric shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I writhed and wriggled on the bed as Daddy hugged me to him and pulled on my sensitive nipple. My eyes were closed and I let my mind explore the forbidden thoughts of my relationship with Daddy – from the very first days when I used my mouth on him, to when he first tenderly, but firmly, opened my butt, to the magical night in the city when he made me a full-fledged woman and I felt his magical sperms flow into my own little womb, and how it made my tummy feel so warm and full when he’d do that.
I could feel the big orgasm coming up on me and I just opened up to it, whimpering, and then it hit, crashing against me and my clitty felt like it was on fire and the marvelous feeling went straight up my spine and I gushed and cried out and kept on rubbing, I wanted and needed more. I thought of the times when Daddy and Mr Alex (I missed him!) would buy me fun, sexy underwear and I’d model it for them and they’d make me feel so pretty and special, and then they’d spurt their warm semens on my face and body. I thought of Mr Abe and all his black friends and that day they all fucked me in the butt. That thought caused another wonderful cum to explode out of my pussy and I cried out again as Daddy pulled my nipple so hard I thought it would come off. I shook and shuddered and realized I’d almost peed myself with the joy I felt. A third smaller orgasm trilled through me and the aftershocks made my legs quiver.
Daddy murmured little words of love as I panted and tried to regain my breath, collapsing onto the sheets. I held his hand against my boob as I listened to my own heartbeat gradually slow down.
I don’t even remember falling asleep. But the next morning, at 6:45 the alarm went off. Daddy gently shook me awake.
“Hey there Princess, it’s almost time. Why don’t you go in and go to the bathroom and clean up a little bit, maybe have a cool drink of water, and then come back to bed?” I groggily sat up, feeling my swampy puss still warm from last night. I kissed Daddy good morning, and then went in to pee and brush my teeth, and I ran down to the kitchen to get a big bottle of water. I drank about half of it as I ran back upstairs, and then jumped in the bed next to Daddy. He was sort of sitting up against the headboard.
“Are you still sure you want to do this?” he asked with concern in his voice that was so lovely.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m SURE!” I emphatically responded. “I want your penis in me ALLLLLLL Day!” I giggled. I threw the sheet back towards the foot of the bed, exposing his entire lower body.
“I did a quick washup while you were downstairs and peed too . . .” he explained. I kissed him on the lips and whispered ‘I love you Daddy’ and then reached for his penis. It was cool and soft and pink, but I knew that wouldn’t be lasting for long. I wriggled around until I was laying on my tummy between his widely parted legs, and reached for his penis with both hands. I held it up, feeling it slowly harden beneath my fingers. I looked at the clock. 6:58 . . . 6:59 . . . the dial flipped, finally.
7:00 Ding! I took a deep breath, lowered my face, opened my mouth, and let Daddy’s almost firm penis slide between my lips. I nuzzled all the way down, burying my nose in his firm belly, letting my tongue slide out and wipe across the top of his ball sack where his penis shaft met it. I felt the penis pulse and harden against the roof of my mouth, pressed firmly up against it by my tongue. I gulped and swallowed.
I stayed down on Daddy’s penis a long moment, and then slowly came back up. I let my feet kick in the air behind me and crossed my ankles. When I reached Daddy’s tip, I craned my head up to look him in the eye and winked. He smiled back at me, brushing his hand across my hair and moving it out of the way so he could see better.
I started sucking. It felt soooo good to do that. Something primal, something so basic as nursing. As a baby, my mother had suckled me on her breast and now, as a young girl, I was suckling on my Daddy’s penis the same way, getting a different kind of life-giving fluid. His semen, which had made me, was now destined to be a part of me forever. I sucked and sucked, my cheeks hollowing, my spit keeping his shaft wet and slippery. I felt his penis pulse and a big bubble of salty, slippery pre-cum burbled out, as I held the tip just behind my lips and let it slide onto my tongue. I loved the familiar tang of it. I swabbed his helmet back and forth with my little tongue, gratified to hear his moans of pleasure.
“Oh sweetie, that’s so good . . . oh baby . . .feels so good . . . ummmmmm” he moaned quietly, his fingers entwined in my hair, stroking, my face and head moving to maximize his pleasure. I knew it wouldn’t take long, I’d built him up so much last night, I knew his balls would be brimming over with pent-up sperms and I couldn’t wait to feel them jump into my mouth, the warm, wet, salty brine like an elixir of life. I sucked and swallowed, the head of his penis sliding across the roof of my mouth and top of my throat in a practiced groove. I gently massaged and kneaded his ball sack, feeling those hard marbles of his maleness roll between my fingers.
I could feel Daddy start to tense. His muttering and moans took on a more feverish tone. His breathing came in short, guttural “unh unh” pairs. Suddenly I felt him push my head down, popping the crown of his penis down past the end of my tongue and into the top of my throat. I flattened my tongue under his shaft and gripped his ball sack firmly. His hips pushed once, twice, then I felt the surge begin as his penis swelled and a warm bulge of sperm burrowed up along the big vein at the base of his cock and burst wetly into the top of my throat, where I suddenly swallowed it down. Another swelling, another bulge, and a second hot stream coated my throat as Daddy groaned in pleasure.
“oh my god . . . honey . . . here it is . . . take me . . . love . . you . .” he grunted out rhythmically. I pulled my face back as his hand relaxed on my scalp and I let his penis rest midway into my mouth, so I’d taste his wonderfulness. A big wet splurt splashed my tongue, my senses inflamed by the salty hot goodness of his sperm, and I wriggled in concerted pleasure. Another pulse ran up the length of his penis, and my fingers tugged and rolled his ball sack, urging more and more production from his balls. My mouth felt his cock surge and spit again, the hot stream pooling behind my lips. I floated on a sea of pleasure as my Daddy emptied his balls into me.
Finally, he was still. His penis shivered and quivered but his tank had run dry, temporarily. I collected the mouthful of warm semen and slowly swallowed it, feeling it slide down my throat. I felt so warm, so alive, so close to my Daddy. I’d swallowed quarts of his cum before, of course, but for some reason this load felt different. I sighed, blowing warm air through my nose onto his belly as I pushed down and gulped his softening length into me.
“Oh sweetie that was . . . so . . .fantastic” he breathed, gently brushing my hair. “My god . . .”
‘No, MY god’ I thought to myself. My god was Daddy’s penis. I snuggled down between his legs and lay there, loving the feel of his now soft and tender penis in my mouth. I rolled it around on my tongue and pressed it to the roof of my mouth, over and over. I almost dozed. Then Daddy tapped me on the shoulder.
“Let’s see if we can get up. Are you OK?”
I “um-hmmm’ed” and nodded my head, and made the “OK” sign with my thumb and forefinger. Daddy twisted on the bed, and I twisted with him, and he put his feet on the floor as I backed up with him. It was a little acrobatic but once I realized that if I just let his midsection take me where ever it wanted to go, it became a little easier. Daddy stood, and I knelt at his feet.
“Ok, now, I have a surprise. Reach under the bed.”
I reached under. My hand felt something wide and flat, and I pulled it out. Looking sideways, it was a flat board on top of four big wheels, casters Daddy called them later, with a pillow strapped to the top.
“I worked that up last night thinking about how to get around. It’s a mover’s platform. If you can get up on it, then you can just slide back and forth with me. Try it.”
I wriggled around and managed to get myself knelt down on it like it was a sled. It was almost the perfect height for me to kneel back on my calves, with my hands on my thighs, and my face was right at Daddy’s crotch level. Perfect!
I grinned and looked up at Daddy. He moved forwards and I rolled backwards. Whooops! I thought, ‘that takes a little getting used to!’ as I slid backwards on the smooth hardwood of the floor.
We danced around the bedroom for a while, learning how to move and deal with each other. Daddy could hold my shoulders and spin me as he twirled around. After a moment, it felt kinda cool, actually.
After a few moments, I realized that now I had to pee. I motioned to Daddy over to the toilet, and he helped me roll over there, and then lifted me up by my armpits and sat me on the seat. I looked at him gratefully, and then let my own pee go. It felt good. I sat there calmly and did my business, and then Daddy helped me clean up and then lifted me up and sat me back down on the little cart. I decided to call it “my blowjob cart”! LOL! This time, I sat on my butt and crossed my legs yoga-style. Daddy spun us around and headed to the sink, and he ran some hot water and shaved (his face) while I nursed gently on his penis. I found out that a benefit to sitting on my butt on the cart gave me access to my clitty and pussy lips, as my thighs were spread wide open. So I diddled myself quite pleasantly while I nursed on Daddy. His penis shivered and vibrated a little bit a few times but was not ready to get hard again. I didn’t mind. I loved his COCK, not just his HARD cock. I knew when his body was ready, he’d get nice and hard for me again, and I’d suck and swallow whatever he could generate and then we’d start all over again. I just closed my eyes and sucked. I think it was actually more awkward for him, since Daddy had to kind of skooch sideways to shave in the mirror while his body was turned to the left for me.
He finished up, and then said that it was time to head to the kitchen. He was still dressed in his PJ bottoms and a tee shirt, and I was naked, of course.
“Do you want to put something on?” I shook my head NO.
“You sexy little slut” he said, grinning, "I'm so proud of you!" I smiled up at him. He spun around and we headed out and down the hallway to the kitchen. I was glad that most of our house had nice hardwood flooring, so my Blowjob Cart could slide easily. We maneuvered to the kitchen, and again, slid around while Daddy made coffee and toasted a bagel for his breakfast. The bagel smelled good, but I resolved to stick to my plan.
He ate breakfast at the table, sliding me underneath. I fit perfectly, I found out with luck, and continued to contentedly nurse on his penis while he had some breakfast. I think I detected a slight hardening of his penis about halfway through. Daddy reached down and caressed my hair and head while he ate.
“I have to go make some phone calls in the den sweetie, are you ok?” he asked a few minutes later, as he dumped his plate in the sink and I rolled along attached to him.
“uh hummmmmmmm’ I hummed as I swallowed a mouthful of my spit. We rolled down the hall and into the den, which I loved because it always smelled warm and like Daddy. Every now and then he’d smoke a pipe and I liked the nutty aroma of the tobacco. I told him not to do it too much ‘cause I knew that stuff was really bad for you and I didn’t even like to think of my Daddy getting sick. But he only did it about two or three times a month, so that wasn’t so bad, I thought.
We went in and Daddy moved his chair back, and I backed into the big space under his desk. It smelled warm and woody and masculine. Luckily there was enough room for me to sit there and only be hunched over a little bit, it wasn’t too bad. Daddy slid his chair in, and patted me on the head, and I smiled inside. He started working up on his desk on his laptop and stuff, and I just settled in with his cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes, and just let my tongue and teeth (gently!) and cheeks massage his soft pinkness. I explored the crown of his penis with my tongue, letting it roll over the smooth ridge that went all around it and the cute curve of the glans. I poked my tongue tip into the hole at the end where all the good stuff came out, and even withdrew a little dollop of salty precum. I let my tongue wrap around his underside, feeling and tasting the strong veins and flesh, it was smooth and hard and warm all at the same time. My mind pictured the masculine tube of flesh, trapped in my mouth, my tongue sliding over it from top to bottom, back to front, painting it with my saliva, keeping it warm and wet and loved so much. It was the embodiment of my Daddy, his maleness, his paternal symbol, the part of him that showed his love most visibly by its excited swelling and spraying of his most valuable and treasured sperm.
I thought about the gallons and gallons of his sperm that have shot from that beautiful rod, from when he was just a little boy and discovered masturbation, though his teen years with girlfriends, possibly blowing him or jerking him off in movie theaters or cars or where-ever, and his romance and marriage with Mom, how he entered her on their wedding night, and then lots of times for months afterwards, and one of those matings created ME, how his sperm made me, and then as I was growing in Mommy’s womb, how he bathed me in his semen night after night until I was born.
And then the sadness, the time when he had no one to give his semen to, lonely, alone. And then I went to him, and we’ve been lovers ever since, and I’ve gotten nearly all of his lovely semen inside me somehow, or rubbed lovingly into my skin, my face, my boobs. His semen and sperms have been so big a part of me for so long.
It felt so good, so natural, so right that I would be the vessel, the container, for all of his lovely sperms. Why should he spill them in or on someone else, someone who wasn’t even FAMILY? I lived only because of his sperms, it was only right that I continued to live FOR his sperms.
Time went by. He talked, and worked on the laptop, and then after I’d been almost hypnotized, almost half-asleep, by the warm cavern under his desk, sucking gently on his manly penis, it started to grow, and harden up, and within just a few moments, it was fully stiff, magnificent, almost too much for my young mouth to hold. I reached up and put my index finger and thumb around the very base of it and started moving my face back and forth, sucking strongly each time I came off to the end, licking on the way down, letting my lips kiss and caress it, showing my love and devotion for this miraculous part of my Daddy that I owed my very life to. I tasted one, then two, then more drops of salty, slippery pre-cum bubbling out of the tip, and spread them around inside my mouth, letting my gums and cheeks absorb the goodness of him.
I heard him breath heavily above me, his low groan and guttural “ummmmm” resonating in my brain. I let one hand drift down to my kitty and slowly, steadily, masturbated my own young sex as I sucked on Daddy’s. Back and forth, back and forth. My lips touched his belly, then slid back, kissing the tip, and then back down again. Down, up, down, up, down, up. My only goal was making him orgasm. Finally, he touched my hair gently and shifted his hips forward, and I felt a warm stream of semen flow out of his penis and across my tongue. Salty. I went “ummmmmm” myself, and sucked strongly again, pulling another tremor from his flesh and another splurt of wet Daddy genes. Just as I swallowed his first warm jet, an orgasm rippled through me, centered right in the middle of my pussy, my fingers rubbing my sensitive clitty back and forth with determination. I whimpered myself, my mind so happy I’d given my Daddy this feeling.
It wasn’t a lot. I’d drained him so well just a few hours earlier. But the amount of sperm wasn’t important. It was the sperm itself. The orgasm. The good feeling. I savored the warm salty wetness as it slid across my tongue and I swallowed down into my stomach. I moved my hand back and forth on his shaft, pulling it all out. He shuddered above me and moaned, “I love you sweetie” through clenched teeth. I felt warm inside. When his convulsions passed and he settled down, I kept on sucking strongly, until I could feel his penis get too sensitive on the tip, so I gently suckled on the shaft behind it until it calmed down and was just a soft pink worm again. I wanted to nuzzle it. Daddy relaxed and sat back in his chair.
“Oh sweetie that was so marvelous, that felt so good. I could really get used to this!” he breathed, and I smiled and went “unh ummmmm” again.
I suckled. Minutes passed. I zoned out, nothing in my universe except the warm, dark cavern under Daddy’s desk, and his lovely penis, slowly soaking in my mouth. I don’t even know how much time passed. I could hear the rhythmic clacking of the laptop keys, and the low hum of the a/c, and my own heartbeat. I sucked and swallowed my spit and Daddy’s warm leakage.
Then, Daddy pushed his chair back from the desk, and I was jolted back to wakefulness. “Time to move, sweetie, are you ok?”
“unh hummmm”
We slid out and the light almost hurt my eyes. Daddy moved me over towards the big L-shaped sofa and lounge he had in his den, and suddenly leaned over and picked me up, spinning me around in his strong hands. I went “whoooop!” through the flesh rod in my mouth, and giggled as he spun me upside down, holding tightly onto my waist and flipping my legs up in the air. I grabbed him around his waist and pulled myself to him. My legs parted, and I felt him lean down to nuzzle at my sex. He maneuvered us to the couch and lay back, my legs cushioned on either side of his head, and he pulled my pussy down to his lips. I moaned in delight and squeezed his waist, rolling my hips to show my appreciation. His tongue parted my pussy lips and danced around on my clit, and I surrendered to the marvelous feelings. I just lay there like a lump on top of Daddy while he made sweet glorious love to my pussy. I ground myself down on him, shivering as the feelings built up, my nipples scraping along his belly beneath me, my lips holding his warm shaft, my ass quivering. Daddy was such a master at eating pussy, I just surrendered and let my orgasm build up, trying to hold off the explosion as long as I could until I couldn’t hold it in any more, and I screamed in pleasure through the cock in my mouth and let my pussy gush and explode in a fireworks blast. My clitty vibrated as Daddy hummed on it, and my thighs vibrated back and forth in a sensual dance of excitement that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. The orgasm rolled over me in electric waves, my hips jerking, my chest heaving, and I floated in the sea of ecstasy. Moaning over and over I let myself go. I think I squirted something. I couldn’t tell. Daddy was lapping and licking at me so overwhelmingly I couldn’t think of anything but the marvelous feelings he was giving me. Finally after long moments I came down from my heaven and sagged, my weight laying across Daddy in a big wet noodle. He let me lay there, and I think we both fell asleep for a while, ‘cause I woke up when I swallowed wrong and choked on Daddy’s penis. I almost let it fall out of my mouth, but caught myself at the very last minute, thank goodness! That woke Daddy up, of course, and he had to hold on to me while I coughed and hacked through the spasm! Urgh!
Once I calmed down, Daddy stood up with me, and let me twist around to kneel at his feet again, and sit calmly on my blowjob cart. He said, “want to go watch some TV?” and I nodded ‘yes’ and so we rolled over to the living room, and he helped me get up and lay across the sofa there while he stretched his legs out. I lay my head on his lap, facing the TV, and he grabbed the remote.
I sucked while he watched. At about 1 pm or so, just as some dopey crime movie was starting, the doorbell rang! I jumped, I hadn’t even THOUGHT of the idea of someone coming to the door or anything. Daddy stroked my back.
“Don’t worry. Don’t move.” And he pulled a blanket up over us, laying it across his lap and then laying a pillow over top of it. I guess he figured you couldn’t tell there was a naked little girl with her father’s penis in her mouth under the blanket. I heard him call out.
“C’mon in, the door’s open. I’m in the living room.”
I heard the door open, and footsteps come into the room with us. I held my breath and froze.
“It’s the General’s Chicken with orange and beef rice, right?” I heard what sounded like a young teenage boy voice say with disinterest.
“Yeah, thanks. There’s 20 bucks on the table there. Keep the change, thanks”, Daddy answered, his hand on the blanket right over my butt. “You bring the water too?” and the kid said, “Yeah, there’s two bottles, right?”
I heard the kid lay the food bag down on the table in front of us, and then turn to walk out, saying “Thanks, mister” as he did. The door shut behind him. I exhaled.
Daddy laughed. “Punkin, your ass was tighter than a drumhead!” he chuckled. I’m surprised he didn’t say anything about your toes.” I froze again, and realized that my feet, stretched the way they were, were poked out about four inches beyond the edge of the blanket!
Daddy thought it was hilarious. “Don’t worry, babe. No one can tell how old you are just by your feet.”
I relaxed. I was still very much conscious of how I had to be careful with my relationships with Spencer and Daddy. The last think I’d ever want would be to get them in trouble.
I wriggled the blanket off of me, and settled back down as Daddy ate his lunch. The Chinese food smelled good, but I was content to munch on his lovely penis and get whatever nutrition I needed from his sperms. I rolled his penis around in my mouth, and the way it would twitch occasionally and leak out something was so fun.
Daddy finished his lunch, and drank both bottles of water.
We headed back towards the living room. A few minutes later, we were laying on the sofa again. It was around 2:30 or so, I guess. I’d had Daddy’s penis in my mouth for over seven hours! I closed my eyes and sighed.
Then another knock on the door, but they didn’t wait for Daddy to say anything. I heard the door open, and then, wonderfully, my lovely Spencer called out, “Hey, any sexy little girls home for me to ravish?” and I whimpered and tried to indicate my extreme pleasure at hearing his voice. Daddy called out, ‘C’mon in, Spencer, we’re in the living room.”
He walked in and I wriggled my butt in welcome. He stood next to the sofa. “Well, I heard you were going to try this, but I honestly didn’t think you’d be able to pull it off! I’m proud of you, sweetheart!” he gloated, and I beamed up at him with my eyes, winking as best I could in greeting. He leaned down to kiss my cheek.
“I hope you don’t mind, I brought some friends of yours along to help pass the time.” He turned his head. “Hey guys, we’re in here!”
I turned my head, and was excited to see the guys from the basketball team that I’d been with a few months ago, the Ballers! There was Jason, and Rob and D’Angelo, and all the rest of them! I tried to smile for Spence and all the guys.
“Your Dad told me that you might need something to occupy your time today, and the guys here were off from summer training camp, and I thought I’d bring them along. You don’t mind, do you?” Spencer said with a laugh.
I shook my head vigorously, and made the “OK!” sign with my thumb and forefinger, wriggling my butt at them to show that I wanted them ALL!
Spencer quickly stripped, and I saw his marvelously erect Perfection pointing lustily at me. But he had other plans. I felt him move behind me, and kneel down, and I felt his hand slowly part my butt cheeks, and then – and then his tongue swiped up from way down below to way up above, and I shivered and groaned around Daddy’s penis. Spence made passionate love to my girly parts for long minutes, his tongue swiping up and down and all around, burrowing into my folds. My thighs were spread as far as I could comfortably separate them, and when his tongue wasn’t madly trilling across my clitty, his fingers were sliding up inside of me, gathering my juices and spreading them back out around on my lips and up my crack. Then, at one point, he had two fingers sliding in and out of me smoothly, thrilling me and causing the tremors of an orgasm to begin to tremble around my midsection, and then I felt his stiffened tongue swipe across my butt and stab at my little private hole. I groaned again, and willed my body to relax and let his muscle gain admittance. I looked up as Daddy and Spence moved me around until I was kneeling on the low settee between Daddy’s legs, and Spencer was behind me, tormenting me with his hands and fingers and lips and tongue, denying me the pleasure I knew his Perfection would bring. Suddenly, I felt hand grasp my arms, and my hands were wrapped around hard, erect penises, big brown hard penises that needed attention. Daddy, no surprise, hardened beneath my lips and tongue, and I started sucking madly on him while I masturbated the two players on either side, and Spencer wrung the first of many godly climaxes from my body.
I squealed silently as his fingers found my spot and demanded that I orgasm. I had barely come down from the peak when I felt his hard Perfection nose up against my opening, and then he slid home with an audible moan, and my pussy welcomed his Penis. He started moving in and out smoothly, fully, his groin slapping up against my butt cheeks as he thrust his entire length into me with each move, his Perfection knocking at the door of my womb. Scarce seconds passed before I shuddered through another climax. Daddy was moving his hips now, sliding into my warm and wet mouth, and I opened my throat and enveloped him fully, and now I was spitted between my two men, between the two most beloved men in my life and their steel penises. I dreamt they’d meet inside me somewhere, their own heads smashing into each other.
The two penises in my hands slid away, and two others took their places. The two penises in my body continued to rut away. Spencer’s strong hands gripped my slim hips, pulling me onto him as he buried himself far up into me each time. I grunted through the hard flesh in my throat. I was in ecstasy, and another orgasm rippled through me as my clit and pussy were pounded by Spencer.
The steady fucking continued for at least five minutes, and I was sweating and moaning by the time I felt Spencer push himself all the way into me and shuddered. His Perfection spasmed and spat out a white stream of semen that crashed into my cervix like an ocean wave. My womb went into sexual overdrive, sucking it up into my uterus. His Penis jerked again, and an even longer stream shot out, coating my insides and setting off my biggest orgasm yet today. I tried to exclaim over the hard rod of flesh in my mouth, but Daddy must have chosen that exact moment to push his cock right past my tonsils and ejaculate HIS stored up mass of Daddy-DNA all over the sides of my throat. I gulped and almost choked and gulped again, breathing through my nose as best I could, and I felt Spencer’s hands gripping my hips strongly as he beat against my buttcheeks with his own hips. His Penis was flooding me, I could feel his wetness start to leak and drip out of me and slide down the inside of my thigh.
Daddy finished spraying my tonsils with his semen (third load of the day, pretty good!) and I opened my mouth to gasp in some much needed air around his slowly shrinking penis, letting some of the combined spit and cum drool from my lower lip.
I was still quaking and shaking from my own climax, when dear Spencer slowly pulled his spasming Perfection from my needy hole, and slapped me lightly and lovingly on the butt.
I wasn’t empty for long. I felt one of the athletes move in behind me and slide a big, hard wet black cock up and down in my weeping slit. I wriggled my behind in anxious trepidation, and then went “whooooshhh!” as a very hard and very long shaft slid right up into me, bonking my cervix and making a small starburst in my skull from the pain/pleasure jolt.
I buried my face in Daddy’s groin and turned my head to gaze at Spencer and the guys. I tried to smile around Daddy’s penis, but it turned out like a grimace and I leaked sperm from the corner of my mouth. I just closed my eyes and wriggled around as the cock in my pussy kept giving me jolts of very nice and very pleasurable sensations. I felt hands reach down and caress my hips, my butt, my boobs, there must have been half a dozen or more pairs of hands touching, feeling, stroking, rubbing all over my skin and I felt so alive and so wanted and so vibrant. I pushed my hips back to meet the strong thrusts of whoever it was behind me, and clenched my muscles. My little teen body was no match, though, for the long dark spear being shoved up my coochie over and over, as he grunted and groaned and then unleashed his own hot river of African sperm up into me. I felt his cock quiver and vibrate and he moaned under his breath, and I felt the wetness spread all through my belly.
His balls must have been full to overflowing, because I could feel the huge streams of wet semen jet in to my darkest recess, coating my walls, bathing my cervix in sperm just as it was moments earlier by my dear Spencer. He leaned over me and put his strong arms around my body, palming both boobs.
“You the best little girly, you the best there is. My boys gonna dump lotsa rich nigger cum up yo puss, ok” he croaked gutturally in my ear. I nodded, wanting nothing more.
He slowly pulled his spent rod from my swampy guts and then leaned down again. His voice shook me.
“Antwan goin’ take yo ass, girly. . .” I smiled to myself. I knew that Thomas had an Ivy League education, and was one of the most literate and well-spoken players in the entire league. If he wanted to play ignorant ‘gangsta thug’, it was ok with me. I played along, raising my eyebrows in mock horror.
A few seconds later, I thought perhaps it should have been real horror. I felt someone trying to park a telephone pole in my ass and cried a real tear as the dark helmet wore down my defenses after long moments of insistent pushing and pushing. It popped past my ring of muscle and my entire body jumped and went on fire for a second. A hand was down below, massaging my pussy lips and spreading the combined sperm of two men across my labia and clitty, and my being gradually adjusted to the encroaching pole of black flesh being pushed into my guts. Hands spread my ass cheeks wide, and I felt a liquid being drizzled on the intersection of tiny white asshole and large black penis. I sucked madly on Daddy as a way to take my mind off the searing pain, which I knew, I hoped, would go away soon.
Inch after inch of the penis sank into me, until I felt hot, hard belly up against my own cheeks. Then is schlucked back out noisily, and then back down again, making room each time, each time it withdrew my guts closed up behind it, and each time it pushed back into me they opened up like petals of a flower in the noontime sun.
I gave up resisting, or even thinking of resisting. I tried to will my lower body to turn to jelly, to be moldable in the shape of a big, fat, wet pile of little girl shaping herself around a penis the size of a Louisville slugger. Over and over the rod sank into me, rearranging my internal organs. Then I felt him shudder and push in and hold steady, and a cum enema blew into my colon with heat and force that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I blacked out for a second, I’m sure. My clit and pussy were being tormented way past orgasm, my lips clung to Daddy’s pole like a lifeline. I felt the cock being pulled out of my ass, and then a pussy-pleaser slide up my vag, and I sighed.
For two full hours they ravaged me while I knelt there with my head in Daddy’s lap. I’d feel a cock in my pussy, fucking up into me, for dozens of strokes, and then it would be taken away, and I’d feel empty and unfulfilled, and then another would slide up my lubricated ass, and pump away for two or three or four minutes, and then it too would go away, and another would slide up my pussy again. I came, shivering and shaking and crying around the penis cradled in my mouth. My hands rubbed and pinched and pulled my nipples, and then were held around other hard erections. Sperm was splattered on my bare back, and my ass cheeks, and every now and then, I’d feel an eruption up inside of me, one there in my pussy, flooding my womb, and then one there deep in my ass, bathing my battered colon in warmth.
Through it all, Daddy’s strong hands cradled my face, stroking my hair, brushing aside the random tear as my orgasms rattled through me. I looked up at him lovingly, knowing he was there for me. Spencer sat next to him as well, and I grabbed his hand in mine during an especially deep and bone-rattling ass fuck and gripped it so hard the flesh turned white beneath my fingertips. Guttural “unh – unh – unh – unh - unh” exclamations leaked past my lips with each strong buffet at my midsection.
But then it ended, there was only one hard cock left, and it was Spencer’s Perfect Penis, sliding smoothly in and out of my rectum, sloshing through my red and abused flesh, and then finally pouring his white lava into me one last time, soothing my tenderized guts, applying the balm I needed so badly to me. I grunted and groaned and wheezed and moaned as he finished, my own climax rippling through me one last time.
I just hung there, exhausted, fucked into insensibility almost, but never loosing my grip on Daddy’s penis. He’d cum again, at least once that I remember, a few weak pulses that did little to quench my thirst. I sagged against him, and then felt a cool washcloth bathing my midsection, swiping away the cum and sweat and ass juice and pussy juice coating me from boobs to knees. Butterfly kisses from Spencer along my backbone and the back of my head. Caresses from Daddy as I caught my breath and recovered from the onslaught. It took a half hour, probably, but I finally recovered enough to look over at Spence from my position and tell him ‘thank you’ with my eyes. He smiled and caressed my cheek.
Daddy whispered, “Are you alright, sweetie?” and I nodded, sleepily and exhausted. “Would you like to try to get up and go to the tub?” he ask. I thought about it for a microsecond and then nodded, ‘uhm hmmmmmmmmmmmm!’
Spencer helped me sit up and get situated back on the Blowjob Cart, and, smiling, took a few pics with his phone.
“I gotta save this for posterity” he chuckled.
Daddy and I rolled down the hallway, and Spence went ahead to turn on the hot water and get the tub filled. He was clucking over me like a mother hen. I felt so good toward him.
Daddy managed to shuck off his PJ bottoms and tee shirt, and Spencer lifted me into the warm water a few minutes later as Daddy slid down to sit on one of the benches molded into the tub about halfway down. The water was too deep, so he had to adjust and sit up on the edge of the other side. I knelt in the water, and Spence slid in behind me and started washing me off with a sudsy cloth. The warm water felt good as he spread it over me from my shoulders on down. I relaxed and let him work. As he splashed around there behind me, I felt his Perfection whacking me in the thighs, as it was about three-quarters hard again. I wriggled my ass at him.
“You’re kidding” he chuckled at my movements, “I’d think you were pretty well fucked out, little girl” he grinned.
I wriggled again.
“Ok, if you really want it” he whispered, and then I felt his warm, soapy Shaft slide up into me and burrow in, nestling up and kissing my womb’s entrance with its Perfection. He just held it there, stiff, throbbing, the heat missile warming me from the insides. He flexed just a bit, moving almost imperceptibly.
Daddy groaned. “Oh baby, it’s sooo good to see you and Spencer together, I love the way you both love each other.” I know it might sound odd to hear a father talk that way about his daughter and her boyfriend, but then again, he did have his penis halfway down my throat while he said it.
Twenty minutes later, the water was cooling, Daddy was drained and almost snoozing, and Spence was splurting his third load of the afternoon into my womb as we splashed in the tub. After we settled down and the two of them lifted me out, we dried out with big soft towels.
“Honey, I’d love to stay but I have a dinner appointment with some clients that I absolutely HAVE tro get to” Spence apologized. I nodded to him that I understood, and he stooped to kiss the top of my head. “I’ll call you tomorrow” he whispered.
I was sorry to see him go, but it was just early evening. Daddy hadn’t even had dinner yet. We walked and rolled into the kitchen, and Daddy managed to make a couple of ham sandwiches and a helping of macaroni salad. The food smelled marvelous, but I still had almost 12 hours to go before I could eat again. I was pretty proud of myself for lasting even this long. My jaw was starting to ache, yes, I’ll admit that. I guess I was certainly lucky that Daddy didn’t take a Viagra or something and have an actual boner for hours and hours, When he came and then got soft, his penis was actually pretty easy to keep in my mouth, the soft tube of flesh fit without any big strain. But I guess you can’t blame him for getting hard about 6 or 7 times through the day. I mean, c’mon – his little daughter was kneeling there in front of him, naked, with his penis in her mouth!
He sat at the table, with me underneath, and he stroked my hair and cheek as he ate.
“I can’t believe you’re going strong like this” he said to me gently, “you’re simply the most amazing little girl I’ve ever known, and I love you so much” he said.
I nodded and mumbled, ‘eee oooh’. Me too.
After dinner, it was out to the living room, where he read some reports for a while and I just semi-snoozed while the TV showed the news. Sometimes, I hated watching the news. People killing each other over stupid stuff, disasters, fires, people being mean to each other. I hated it. All I ever wanted to do was make people feel good. Giving orgasms was just about my favorite thing. It’s all I ever wanted to do. They make people feel good, they don’t cost anything (except maybe some lingerie or jewelry every now and then, LOL!) and they don’t wear out. Why not spend your life having them and giving them? No harm at all.
Daddy’s penis got hard again around 9:30 or so and I simply moved my head back, captured his crown tightly behind my lips, and jerked his cock until he grunted and shook and splurted again into my mouth. That was five times I made him orgasm since this morning, if I counted right. I loved it , I felt so good. I let his penis slowly shrink back, licking and sucking and kissing it to show just how much I absolutely loved it, loved doing it for him.
We watched more TV and then Daddy said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m about ready for bed, eh punkin’?” and I nodded.
We rolled down the hallway into his master bedroom, and clambered our way onto the bed somehow. He lay back on the pillows, and I arranged myself so I was spread out and got warm under the blankets, my face cradled in his belly, his warm penis safely held in my loving mouth.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up when Daddy’s penis got hard, I mean REALLY hard. He was mumbling and moaning in his sleep, real quietly, and so I sucked hard on his cock, thinking he was having a dream. I licked and tongued his cock and played with his full, round balls, hoping to make a nice load for me. He tossed and turned a little bit, and I thought for sure I heard him say something like ‘Ohhhh Carol- ’ and that made me want to give him an orgasm even more. Carol was my mother’s name. He was dreaming of her. I sucked and sucked and sucked, and suddenly his penis stiffened even more and shuddered and one big huge jet of hot and salty semen shot out of it, nearly flooding my mouth. He trembled and moaned again, and another, but smaller jet skidded across my tongue. His whole body tensed up and his midsection nearly raised up off the bed, his legs got totally stiff and his hand grabbed my arm and he held this tense position for several seconds as his body processed the orgasm he was having. Then he just went ‘oooof’ and collapsed flat on the bed. His penis continued to leak sperm for a few moments and then softened up and I swallowed what I had in my mouth. It was hot and very salty.
I felt so good, so, almost honored, that Daddy would dream of Mommy like that, while it was me that had his penis and was sucking on it, and have a good orgasm, and that I was there to catch it and make it part of me forever. In a few moments, his breathing calmed down and he let out a light snore. I felt so special. In a few hours, I’d have had my Daddy’s lovely penis in my mouth for a whole day, and I’d swallowed every drop of everything he had to give me. I fell back asleep, a very happy girl, one hand cradling Daddy’s wonderful balls, and one hand cupped over my sore but satisfied pussy.
It’s a good thing your tummy can’t get pregnant!
Chapter
44 - Late Summer: Canine Capers with Simone
The next morning, I woke up alone in the bed. I almost panicked, but I heard Daddy in the bathroom. I stumbled in, still half-asleep.
“Daddeeeeee, why did you leave me alone? I wanted to finish with you. What time is it?”
“It’s almost 8, baby. I woke, and you were laying there, with the cutest smile on your face, and a little dribble of something drooling out of your mouth. It was already after 7, so you did it, you had me in your mouth for over 24 full hours. I was so proud. I tried to get up and out of bed without disturbing you. I’ve already shaved and done everything. How’re you feeling?”
I cracked my jaws. They were sore, I won’t lie. My mouth felt kinda dry and soupy too. I wanted to brush my teeth for, like, forever. And get something to eat. I was famished.
I hugged Daddy. “I feel great, Daddy, that felt so nice to be a part of you all day long. But now I want to cleanup and have some breakfast. I’m starved!” I giggled. “I’d like to, but I can’t live on cum alone!”
Daddy said he’d go down and make us pancakes and sausages and stuff, and I hopped in the shower to clean off. I opened my mouth under the faucet head and let warm water cascade all down my face and in my mouth for a long time, pretending it was guys cumming on me and peeing on me. I cleaned up real good, and then padded downstairs naked.
Daddy was on the phone when I got there. He already had pancakes on the grill part of the stove and there was a big glass of OJ and also milk and coffee for him. I hugged him again. He looked at me and winked, and said, “I’ll ask her, but I think she’d really like to come over and see her again. How many special guests do you think will be there? . . . . five? Sounds like a plan. Let me get some things done here, and we’ll get ready. See you about, what, 8? . . . ok, good, see then.” And he hung up.
“Who was that?”
“It’s a surprise. Tell ya later. Now, eat!” and he picked me up and plopped me on one of the breakfast stools and I ate until I couldn’t eat anymore. I was absolutely stuffed. I must have had about 10 pancakes and five hunks of sausage, and two glasses of milk, and orange juice. I finally pushed back from the breakfast bar, burped like a longshoreman, and looked at Daddy. He was beaming at me.
“Well, it looks like you got your regular appetite back. You eat like a horse!” he laughed and I mock-punched him. “Now go up and put some clothes on, we’re going shopping!”
“Daddeeee!” I whined. “You’re bad! Maybe if you’d feed me something more than cum all day…” and I laughed and we both chuckled. I went over and hugged him again, and announced that I was going upstairs to get dressed.
Daddy said we were going to a fancy dress party that night, and that Spence would meet us there. I was excited to hear that. “We’ll probably be there pretty late, so if you’d prefer to go home with Spencer afterwards, that’s fine. I can find a place to stay in the city.”
We drove into the city, and Daddy took me to a very fancy women’s dress shop. He told the owner that I needed an elegant cocktail gown and shoes and a purse to match, and that I was to spend whatever I wanted. He kissed my cheek.
“Sweetie, I have to go do some work and meet a couple of people for tonight, you wait until I get back, and we’ll go to lunch if you’re hungry. Get whatever you want, ok?”
“Ok, Daddy, I will!” I said with smiling eyes. He left, and I turned to the women in the shop. There were two of them, both about 45 or so, I guess. One had striking dark black hair, the other a light brown. They seemed very nice. They took me around and showed me all the various styles and colors of their dresses and gowns and such. They had so many it was crazy. I asked what the price of one of them was, just for shits and giggles.
“Oh, that one – that’s one of our more affordable pieces. The Brucilli is . . . oh, I think, fourteen” one of them said.
“Wow! Only fourteen bucks!” I exclaimed.
“Fourteen HUNDRED” the other one sniffed. I raised one eyebrow.
“Now, dearie, you’re just a bit smaller than we’re used to working with here, but I think we have several styles that you can fit into. Are you looking for long, short, in-between, or what?” one of them said to me, pulling me over to a little platform in between four big tall mirrors that pretty much showed me from every angle.
“ummm, I’m not sure. I guess short, or maybe long with a slit?” I hadn’t given it much thought.
“Yes, you have beautiful legs, young lady, I’d be proud to show them off myself!” the other one said to me. I smiled and thanked her.
Over the next twenty minutes, we looked at about 10 or 12 fancy looking gowns and short dresses of all shapes and colors. There were ritzy looking ones with rhinestones and bangles, others with filmy gauze fabric that you could almost see through, and a mix, and just all kinds. I gravitated to three that I figured I’d have to pick from. The black haired saleslady looked at me.
“Honey you go in there and change, and we’ll see how they look on you one by one. If you need any help, just call out.”
I took the three pieces into the changing room and quickly shucked my skirt and top off. I shimmied into the first one – it was sparkly red and long and had a slit way up one leg. It felt sexy and tight. I slipped in to my low heels and walked back out.
“Oh, that looks darling on you!” the other girl said. “My goodness . . .”
I looked at my image in the three mirrors, turning this way and that and looking over my shoulder at my butt and how it looked in the gown. It wasn’t bad but I didn’t have much of a butt to work with. The top was a little loose over my boobs, too. I think this gown was designed for, like, a 20 year old or something.
“It’s not bad but I think it’s a little big still.” I mumbled, turning this way and that. I smoothed it down over my hips. I twirled around and examined myself in it. ‘I wish I was about four years older’ I remember thinking to myself.
The next was a shorter dress, down to my knees, with a scoop bodice that showed a lot of my boobs and my legs. It was blue, and actually looked better on the hanger than it did on me. I came out and we all looked at it but it just didn’t work.
The next one was really short, almost cheerleader-skirt short. It was dark green with a really cute metallic sheen to it. The top was a gauzy kind of material that was held in place with a thick roll of fabric that went up over one collarbone and left my other shoulder bare. I liked it. It looked pretty sexy in it. My boobs showed right through the transparent material.
When I went out, both women thought it was too short, but liked the way it showed off my legs.
“We’ll have to get you a nude bra for that, dearie, or you’ll be showing too much tittie!” the brunette said. I didn’t argue or say anything, but I kinda had an idea that I wouldn’t be wearing a bra with this outfit. They stared at my breasts, especially the piercings. Not sure they approved.
I moved around, looking at myself in the mirror.
“D’ya have a heel I can put on to see how it looks with something higher?” I asked, innocently. They scrambled around and found a nice pair of black velvet Candies with a good size heel and platform. I shoved my feet into them and looked again. Wow. They made my butt stand out better and my legs looks sleeker and longer.
“That might be a bit too much heel, dearie . . .” one of them said.
“Oh no, I’m fine. I kinda like them.” I said.
I decided to go with this short outfit. “Ok, I’ll take this one, and I think maybe the red one too.” I’d decided to keep the red one, it was so sexy and I figured I’d grow into it sooner or later.
They clucked a little between themselves, but I don’t think they wanted to lose the sale. They boxed up the two outfits, and I picked out three more pairs of heels, a nice nude ankle strap pair with brown leather and a pair of plain white Jessica Simpsons, and some really sexy Carlos Santanas.
“Now, let’s find you some hose – do you prefer nude or patterned pantyhose?” the black haired one asked.
“Oh no, I don’t wear pantyhose. They’re horrible.” I said firmly.
“Well, I think you’ll want something on your legs, honey, you just can’t go bare-legged –“ the other one started in.
“I wear stockings. Got any thigh-highs or regular ones?” I asked innocently.
They looked at each other. “Umm . . . I don’t think that would be really appropriate, do you? The tops would . . . show under that skirt-“
I looked at them like they were from Mars. “Well, that’s the idea! Sexy! That’s the way all the girls wear them these days. I like it. So does Daddy and my boyfriend. I think tan, black, and white would be good, and if you have a couple or three pair of nude Cubans heels I like them too.”
I was picking around in the hosiery and underwear section. “I don’t see any garter belts . . .”
I heard the gulp. I mean, I literally heard it.
“You- . . . I mean, do you . . . are you sure your father- . . .”
“Oh yeah, he bought me my first set. Couple years ago.” I continued to pick. “I guess I can go over to Victoria’s Secr-“
Suddenly, they were falling all over themselves. I ended up with half a dozen really nice sexy garter belts that were very well made, two dozen pairs of stockings from Cuban RHTs to sexy Italian and French one with seams up the back, the three pairs of shoes, and two little clutch bags, plus the two outfits. An easy $22. Hundred. LOL
I wandered around the store for a while while they boxed everything up. They brought out some crackers and cheese and tea too, so I had some. Daddy finally showed up about twenty minutes after I’d finished with everything. He was over at the counter paying, and I saw them whisper to him and point over at me. He looked at me and grinned. I know that they thought they were spilling the beans on me about the lingerie and all, and that they thought Daddy would have a fit. He motioned over to me, and I walked up to the counter where they were.
“Sweetie, the ladies here said you added several garter belts and stockings and other lingerie to the order. Is that correct?”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He looked at the ladies.
“And several quite expensive pairs of high heels?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you get any panties?”
“No, Daddy.”
“How about pantyhose?”
“No, Daddy.”
“But did you get enough of everything you need?”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He looked at the ladies again. “Fine. So long as you got enough for a while. Will there be anything else, ladies?”
The ladies clucked and made little sucking noises with their lips but I saw they were glad to take Daddy’s credit card.
We laughed about it all the way to the car. “It sure was great to see those ladies goggle and make noises!” I laughed as we got in.
“Well, of course! I hate it when people presume other people’s behavior. I knew they’d be more than happy to take our money, though. By the way, did you really get enough?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m fine. You know I haven’t been wearing a lot of underwear and stockings this summer, but school’s starting again soon and I thought I’d start to stock up.”
“Excellent, excellent. Let’s stop for lunch somewhere, then get home and maybe take a nap or something. OK?”
I hugged his arm and leaned over to him. “Sure, Daddy. That’s fine. Thanks for all the nice stuff, I really do appreciate it.” I snuggled up to him and laid one hand over his crotch.
“How’s my little friend?” I grinned.
“Now you just behave, young lady. I’m driving” he chuckled.
We stopped and had a good lunch, and then I took a short nap that afternoon, but I was kind of keyed up. Daddy woke me around five and said I should take a nice hot bath and get all cleaned up ‘inside and out’ and since that was sort of our code word for making sure my pussy was all clean and my butt emptied out good, I did three enemas and made sure I was super clean from tip to toes. I used about a half a quart of bath oil in the water too, so my skin was super clean and shiny and smooth as I could get it. I lay in the luxurious bath for about half an hour, and shaved my legs and my pits and then got out and dried with a big towel. Daddy had brought all the stuff we bought in and put it on my bed in nice piles, so I spent some time picking out stockings and shoes to go with the outfit. I decided to just use good stay-up thigh-highs and the red Carlos Santanas. I rubbed skin lotion all over me from my shoulders to my knees to make myself super smooth. I put some bars in my nipples that had nice little blue jewels on either end.
When I put the dress on, and looked at myself in the mirror, you could see my boobs and the bars clear as day, almost. It was a very filmy gauze. There was no way I was going to wear a bra under that top! I put on some makeup and lipstick and spent half an hour fixing my hair and all just like I wanted it, and was finally ready, and it was almost seven. Daddy said a car service was coming for us, and a little while later a huge long black limo pulled around our driveway and it barely fit in the circle. I grabbed my little tiny handbag with a comb, brush, lipstick, lube and a spare pair of panties just in case I wanted to get all formal somewhere.
“Now, Daddy, can you tell me where we’re going?” I asked as we settled into the rich smelling leather back seat of the limo.
“Well, Ok, I guess there’s no harm now. Remember Mr Ferguson from a few months ago?”
“Of course, that nice older man. We went to that party at his penthouse, Spencer and I. That’s where that girl – “
“Simone”
“Yeah, Simone, had sex with those dogs. That was amazing!” I giggled.
[Editor's Note]: This is one of those subjects that violate my arbitrary sexual interests. Therefore I won't publish it. If you're interested in bestiality you can email the author (below) for the rest of the story.
The next morning, I woke up alone in the bed. I almost panicked, but I heard Daddy in the bathroom. I stumbled in, still half-asleep.
“Daddeeeeee, why did you leave me alone? I wanted to finish with you. What time is it?”
“It’s almost 8, baby. I woke, and you were laying there, with the cutest smile on your face, and a little dribble of something drooling out of your mouth. It was already after 7, so you did it, you had me in your mouth for over 24 full hours. I was so proud. I tried to get up and out of bed without disturbing you. I’ve already shaved and done everything. How’re you feeling?”
I cracked my jaws. They were sore, I won’t lie. My mouth felt kinda dry and soupy too. I wanted to brush my teeth for, like, forever. And get something to eat. I was famished.
I hugged Daddy. “I feel great, Daddy, that felt so nice to be a part of you all day long. But now I want to cleanup and have some breakfast. I’m starved!” I giggled. “I’d like to, but I can’t live on cum alone!”
Daddy said he’d go down and make us pancakes and sausages and stuff, and I hopped in the shower to clean off. I opened my mouth under the faucet head and let warm water cascade all down my face and in my mouth for a long time, pretending it was guys cumming on me and peeing on me. I cleaned up real good, and then padded downstairs naked.
Daddy was on the phone when I got there. He already had pancakes on the grill part of the stove and there was a big glass of OJ and also milk and coffee for him. I hugged him again. He looked at me and winked, and said, “I’ll ask her, but I think she’d really like to come over and see her again. How many special guests do you think will be there? . . . . five? Sounds like a plan. Let me get some things done here, and we’ll get ready. See you about, what, 8? . . . ok, good, see then.” And he hung up.
“Who was that?”
“It’s a surprise. Tell ya later. Now, eat!” and he picked me up and plopped me on one of the breakfast stools and I ate until I couldn’t eat anymore. I was absolutely stuffed. I must have had about 10 pancakes and five hunks of sausage, and two glasses of milk, and orange juice. I finally pushed back from the breakfast bar, burped like a longshoreman, and looked at Daddy. He was beaming at me.
“Well, it looks like you got your regular appetite back. You eat like a horse!” he laughed and I mock-punched him. “Now go up and put some clothes on, we’re going shopping!”
“Daddeeee!” I whined. “You’re bad! Maybe if you’d feed me something more than cum all day…” and I laughed and we both chuckled. I went over and hugged him again, and announced that I was going upstairs to get dressed.
Daddy said we were going to a fancy dress party that night, and that Spence would meet us there. I was excited to hear that. “We’ll probably be there pretty late, so if you’d prefer to go home with Spencer afterwards, that’s fine. I can find a place to stay in the city.”
We drove into the city, and Daddy took me to a very fancy women’s dress shop. He told the owner that I needed an elegant cocktail gown and shoes and a purse to match, and that I was to spend whatever I wanted. He kissed my cheek.
“Sweetie, I have to go do some work and meet a couple of people for tonight, you wait until I get back, and we’ll go to lunch if you’re hungry. Get whatever you want, ok?”
“Ok, Daddy, I will!” I said with smiling eyes. He left, and I turned to the women in the shop. There were two of them, both about 45 or so, I guess. One had striking dark black hair, the other a light brown. They seemed very nice. They took me around and showed me all the various styles and colors of their dresses and gowns and such. They had so many it was crazy. I asked what the price of one of them was, just for shits and giggles.
“Oh, that one – that’s one of our more affordable pieces. The Brucilli is . . . oh, I think, fourteen” one of them said.
“Wow! Only fourteen bucks!” I exclaimed.
“Fourteen HUNDRED” the other one sniffed. I raised one eyebrow.
“Now, dearie, you’re just a bit smaller than we’re used to working with here, but I think we have several styles that you can fit into. Are you looking for long, short, in-between, or what?” one of them said to me, pulling me over to a little platform in between four big tall mirrors that pretty much showed me from every angle.
“ummm, I’m not sure. I guess short, or maybe long with a slit?” I hadn’t given it much thought.
“Yes, you have beautiful legs, young lady, I’d be proud to show them off myself!” the other one said to me. I smiled and thanked her.
Over the next twenty minutes, we looked at about 10 or 12 fancy looking gowns and short dresses of all shapes and colors. There were ritzy looking ones with rhinestones and bangles, others with filmy gauze fabric that you could almost see through, and a mix, and just all kinds. I gravitated to three that I figured I’d have to pick from. The black haired saleslady looked at me.
“Honey you go in there and change, and we’ll see how they look on you one by one. If you need any help, just call out.”
I took the three pieces into the changing room and quickly shucked my skirt and top off. I shimmied into the first one – it was sparkly red and long and had a slit way up one leg. It felt sexy and tight. I slipped in to my low heels and walked back out.
“Oh, that looks darling on you!” the other girl said. “My goodness . . .”
I looked at my image in the three mirrors, turning this way and that and looking over my shoulder at my butt and how it looked in the gown. It wasn’t bad but I didn’t have much of a butt to work with. The top was a little loose over my boobs, too. I think this gown was designed for, like, a 20 year old or something.
“It’s not bad but I think it’s a little big still.” I mumbled, turning this way and that. I smoothed it down over my hips. I twirled around and examined myself in it. ‘I wish I was about four years older’ I remember thinking to myself.
The next was a shorter dress, down to my knees, with a scoop bodice that showed a lot of my boobs and my legs. It was blue, and actually looked better on the hanger than it did on me. I came out and we all looked at it but it just didn’t work.
The next one was really short, almost cheerleader-skirt short. It was dark green with a really cute metallic sheen to it. The top was a gauzy kind of material that was held in place with a thick roll of fabric that went up over one collarbone and left my other shoulder bare. I liked it. It looked pretty sexy in it. My boobs showed right through the transparent material.
When I went out, both women thought it was too short, but liked the way it showed off my legs.
“We’ll have to get you a nude bra for that, dearie, or you’ll be showing too much tittie!” the brunette said. I didn’t argue or say anything, but I kinda had an idea that I wouldn’t be wearing a bra with this outfit. They stared at my breasts, especially the piercings. Not sure they approved.
I moved around, looking at myself in the mirror.
“D’ya have a heel I can put on to see how it looks with something higher?” I asked, innocently. They scrambled around and found a nice pair of black velvet Candies with a good size heel and platform. I shoved my feet into them and looked again. Wow. They made my butt stand out better and my legs looks sleeker and longer.
“That might be a bit too much heel, dearie . . .” one of them said.
“Oh no, I’m fine. I kinda like them.” I said.
I decided to go with this short outfit. “Ok, I’ll take this one, and I think maybe the red one too.” I’d decided to keep the red one, it was so sexy and I figured I’d grow into it sooner or later.
They clucked a little between themselves, but I don’t think they wanted to lose the sale. They boxed up the two outfits, and I picked out three more pairs of heels, a nice nude ankle strap pair with brown leather and a pair of plain white Jessica Simpsons, and some really sexy Carlos Santanas.
“Now, let’s find you some hose – do you prefer nude or patterned pantyhose?” the black haired one asked.
“Oh no, I don’t wear pantyhose. They’re horrible.” I said firmly.
“Well, I think you’ll want something on your legs, honey, you just can’t go bare-legged –“ the other one started in.
“I wear stockings. Got any thigh-highs or regular ones?” I asked innocently.
They looked at each other. “Umm . . . I don’t think that would be really appropriate, do you? The tops would . . . show under that skirt-“
I looked at them like they were from Mars. “Well, that’s the idea! Sexy! That’s the way all the girls wear them these days. I like it. So does Daddy and my boyfriend. I think tan, black, and white would be good, and if you have a couple or three pair of nude Cubans heels I like them too.”
I was picking around in the hosiery and underwear section. “I don’t see any garter belts . . .”
I heard the gulp. I mean, I literally heard it.
“You- . . . I mean, do you . . . are you sure your father- . . .”
“Oh yeah, he bought me my first set. Couple years ago.” I continued to pick. “I guess I can go over to Victoria’s Secr-“
Suddenly, they were falling all over themselves. I ended up with half a dozen really nice sexy garter belts that were very well made, two dozen pairs of stockings from Cuban RHTs to sexy Italian and French one with seams up the back, the three pairs of shoes, and two little clutch bags, plus the two outfits. An easy $22. Hundred. LOL
I wandered around the store for a while while they boxed everything up. They brought out some crackers and cheese and tea too, so I had some. Daddy finally showed up about twenty minutes after I’d finished with everything. He was over at the counter paying, and I saw them whisper to him and point over at me. He looked at me and grinned. I know that they thought they were spilling the beans on me about the lingerie and all, and that they thought Daddy would have a fit. He motioned over to me, and I walked up to the counter where they were.
“Sweetie, the ladies here said you added several garter belts and stockings and other lingerie to the order. Is that correct?”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He looked at the ladies.
“And several quite expensive pairs of high heels?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you get any panties?”
“No, Daddy.”
“How about pantyhose?”
“No, Daddy.”
“But did you get enough of everything you need?”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He looked at the ladies again. “Fine. So long as you got enough for a while. Will there be anything else, ladies?”
The ladies clucked and made little sucking noises with their lips but I saw they were glad to take Daddy’s credit card.
We laughed about it all the way to the car. “It sure was great to see those ladies goggle and make noises!” I laughed as we got in.
“Well, of course! I hate it when people presume other people’s behavior. I knew they’d be more than happy to take our money, though. By the way, did you really get enough?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m fine. You know I haven’t been wearing a lot of underwear and stockings this summer, but school’s starting again soon and I thought I’d start to stock up.”
“Excellent, excellent. Let’s stop for lunch somewhere, then get home and maybe take a nap or something. OK?”
I hugged his arm and leaned over to him. “Sure, Daddy. That’s fine. Thanks for all the nice stuff, I really do appreciate it.” I snuggled up to him and laid one hand over his crotch.
“How’s my little friend?” I grinned.
“Now you just behave, young lady. I’m driving” he chuckled.
We stopped and had a good lunch, and then I took a short nap that afternoon, but I was kind of keyed up. Daddy woke me around five and said I should take a nice hot bath and get all cleaned up ‘inside and out’ and since that was sort of our code word for making sure my pussy was all clean and my butt emptied out good, I did three enemas and made sure I was super clean from tip to toes. I used about a half a quart of bath oil in the water too, so my skin was super clean and shiny and smooth as I could get it. I lay in the luxurious bath for about half an hour, and shaved my legs and my pits and then got out and dried with a big towel. Daddy had brought all the stuff we bought in and put it on my bed in nice piles, so I spent some time picking out stockings and shoes to go with the outfit. I decided to just use good stay-up thigh-highs and the red Carlos Santanas. I rubbed skin lotion all over me from my shoulders to my knees to make myself super smooth. I put some bars in my nipples that had nice little blue jewels on either end.
When I put the dress on, and looked at myself in the mirror, you could see my boobs and the bars clear as day, almost. It was a very filmy gauze. There was no way I was going to wear a bra under that top! I put on some makeup and lipstick and spent half an hour fixing my hair and all just like I wanted it, and was finally ready, and it was almost seven. Daddy said a car service was coming for us, and a little while later a huge long black limo pulled around our driveway and it barely fit in the circle. I grabbed my little tiny handbag with a comb, brush, lipstick, lube and a spare pair of panties just in case I wanted to get all formal somewhere.
“Now, Daddy, can you tell me where we’re going?” I asked as we settled into the rich smelling leather back seat of the limo.
“Well, Ok, I guess there’s no harm now. Remember Mr Ferguson from a few months ago?”
“Of course, that nice older man. We went to that party at his penthouse, Spencer and I. That’s where that girl – “
“Simone”
“Yeah, Simone, had sex with those dogs. That was amazing!” I giggled.
[Editor's Note]: This is one of those subjects that violate my arbitrary sexual interests. Therefore I won't publish it. If you're interested in bestiality you can email the author (below) for the rest of the story.
Chapter
45 - Too Many Cocks!
Too many cocks! There were just too many cocks! I blinked the huge blob of cum from my eye and looked through the haze at my immediate surroundings, swallowing the creamy contents of my mouth as I did.
I was kneeling on a big cushion at the house of one of Spencer’s friends. It was a big house, and there were a LOT of people there. Check that. There were a lot of MEN there. So far as I knew, I was the only female at this point. The earlier maids and waiters had left. It was a big party that Spence and I had been invited to, a couple of months after my visit to Mr. Ferguson’s penthouse and my adventures there. School had started back up again, and now it was just a couple of weeks until Halloween. Spencer had told me about the invite to this party, there were a whole bunch of important men that Spence did business with, and I recognized a bunch that were friends of Daddy’s and all, too. They all knew about Spence and me, I guess. There was a really great catered dinner with all these cute waiters in tight coats and tuxedo shirts and all, and maybe five cute girls dressed up as French maids with high heels, fishnet stockings, and those frilly wide skirts that go out about two feet to either side of you, and little white hats and everything. Of course, every time one of them bent over you could see right up her skirt and everything! It was fun, they were cute to watch.
We all got served dinner, and I didn’t really understand all of what they were talking about, but it went from politics to sports to movies. When one of them asked my opinion, I answered as best I could. I felt grown up that these men, all rich and powerful and smart, would ask my opinion on things. Of course, I had no idea what to say, most of the time, unless they asked me about music or movies or something. And I’m not really sure they cared what I said – they just wanted to be able to talk to me or look at me, but that’s ok too. Spence would smile at me and grin whenever I said anything that figured to tweak them a little bit, like when I said I thought the president of the US was a twerp and a bully, or that I thought girls should be able to dress any way they like without being called a slut or a whore or something.
It was a good dinner, I got stuffed, and Spence even let me have a glass of champagne. Interestingly, it was starting to taste better! I realized the little buzz it gave me was fun, but I still didn’t want to get totally blitzed – I’d seen enough drunk people to know that it made you stupid. But I did have a big hunk of chocolate cake and a scoop of ice cream. I loves my dessert!
After dinner, a bunch of guys and Spence and I went into this big theatre room that the owner had built, it was almost like a real movie theatre – big seats, big enough for two people really, and a huge screen that must have been twenty feet wide. Spence and I sat in one big chair, and it had heat and even vibrations.
“What’re we going to watch?” I whispered to Spence. The room was pretty filled up after a moment or two, there were probably at least thirty people in the room.
Spencer looked at me slyly. “It’s a surprise.” I punched him in the arm.
Suddenly, the screen lit up and about two seconds later my heart stopped. OMG! It was my bukkake movie from Japan that I’d done last year! I went “YIKES!” and nearly screamed and grabbed Spencer’s arm like a crazy lady.
“Oh my god Spencer, you can’t show that! I’ll get in all sorts of trouble! What’re you doing!” I screeched at him under my breath.
He held my hand and leaned over to me. “Relax, honey, take it easy. Everyone here is sworn to secrecy, they all have jobs and careers and all sorts of reasons to keep quiet about anything that happens here. I talked it over with your father and he agreed that it was OK to show it here tonight. Trust me, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you baby. . .”
He sounded sincere. But I was really concerned. I knew how much trouble something like this could get us all into. I was really kind of nervous. But Spencer kept telling me it would be OK, that these guys were all ‘my friends, they’ll be cool.’ I hoped so. I sort of slunk down in my seat as the movie started up, and they played the scene where that director was asking me all sorts of questions about cum and sucking cocks and all. I have to admit, though, that I started to get hot watching myself talk about all that stuff. Odd…
Spencer had one hand slowly stroking the inside of my thigh just above my right knee, and of course, that started to feel good. I forgot to mention my outfit – I had a faded blue denim mini on that only barely came down enough to cover my butt cheeks, and rode darn near up to my waist when I sat down. It was a wrap around type, that had four snaps running up it from top to bottom at my waist where the sides met, to keep it on me. No panties, of course. My top was one of my favorites, it was really just a flimsy gauzy bandeau sort of thing out of white lace and cotton, with a frilly skirt around the top hem that hung down and almost to the bottom of my boobs but not quite, and the under-boob on both tits showed underneath it. I liked it a whole lot because at first glance it looked very fashionable, chic, and ritzy, sort of, but then when you got close, you could pretty much see right through it. It was like wearing a couple of passes of toilet paper around my chest. Before I knew it, I had one hand up under it, squeezing my left boob while Spencer did his best to distract me. I reached over with my other hand to rub his Perfect Penis through his slacks. The long, hard tube was hot to my touch, even through his slacks. I loved feeling it get really hard for me.
I watched the on-screen me. Dozens of Japanese men were scrambling up to where I sat on a big pillow in front of a sofa and spurting stream after stream of their cum on my face. It was so weird to watch – I mean, I remember it happening, and I had seen the film once, I think, after they sent a copy over to Daddy and me. But it was sort of odd to watch it again, in the midst of a lot of strangers, more or less. My on-screen face was getting plastered pretty good. I’ll have to say this – Japanese guys shoot a good cum load nearly every single time. In my years of experience, I can tell you that there is no correlation between cock size and cum load. In fact, some of the biggest loads I’ve ever seen or had shot on me came out of penises that were on the small side. Of course, I’m very lucky with Daddy and the Perfect Penis, they both are quite the load to handle when they go off!
Anyway, we’re sitting there watching me get my face blasted from every direction, and I have one hand squeezing my boob and playing with my nipple, and the other hand rubbing on Spencer’s Perfection. I could even kinda hear other people in the room, the breathing was getting heavy and I swear I could hear guys playing with themselves. Suddenly, Spence pulled his zipper down and extracted his pretty hard Penis. I looked at it with love and affection. It shone in the dim light, standing up like a big, fleshy Leaning Tower of Penis. I grabbed it near the base and twisted around in the big chair to face it. I turned it one way and another, waving it around and pretending it was shooting cum out.
“ka-boom! ka-boom! KA-POW!” I giggled as I fired off Spencer’s lovely Cock Cannon.
But, you know me. I can’t face a nice cock of any kind for long without wanting to put it in my mouth. So that’s what I did. I leaned over, and Spence twisted in his seat, and I sank my mouth down over him and started sucking. He was already leaking pre-cum, of course. So I sucked on Spencer, and watched my movie out of the corner of my eye. He moaned softly. I always like it when I hear that, it lets me know that I’m doing a good job.
I wrapped my tongue around his head and sucked strongly on his crown, making sure that I poked the little hole were all his sperms came out, with my tongue. I moved my lips up and down about three or four inches of him, keeping him nice and wet and warm. It was so lovely. I feel sorry for girls who never get to do this.
I don’t know exactly how long I was sucking him, it was probably a couple or three minutes, and I felt him start to tense up. I decided to tease him and not let him cum right away. I pulled away and patted his wet shaft, swallowing roughly.
“Ok, that’s enough for now. Put him away.” I pouted.
Spencer looked at me. Puppy dog eyes. Poor little Spence. His girlfriend got him all hot and bothered and then left him with a case of blue balls. Serves him right for bringing me here and almost embarrassing me in front of everybody.
“Wha- . . . what? Why’d you stop, baby girl? It was so good. I was about to c-“. I cut him off
“You’ll cum when I want you to cum, ok boy?” I said, mustering up as tough a voice as I could in the dark theater. I glanced at the screen. It was the start of the second scene.
“Oh man, you can’t be real, baby . . . what?” he whispered. I loved teasing him like this. I reached over and grabbed his shaft and started jerking it, slowly, teasing. I just wanted him to stay really hard and build up his load.
“You’re a big meany-head for bringing me here tonight!” I smiled at him. “You’ll be lucky if I EVER put this in my mouth again!” I grinned.
He just grunted. I watched some more movie. There was cum flying everywhere. No matter how many times I see that movie now, I’m just simply amazed at the amount of semen all over. Of course, watching all that cum land on me got me hot again, so I snuck my hand over and started to jerk off Spencer’s Cock some more. I felt it tremble under my fingers, and I shucked a large drop of clear, silky pre-cum up out of it, and watched it bubble out on the very tip. I swiped my finger across it and brought my hand to my mouth.
The Perfect Dessert.
The salty, sort of oily bubble felt so good spreading across the flat part of my tongue. I shucked up another one, and poor Spence groaned. I took pity on him. I swooped down and swallowed up as much of his gorgeous shaft as I could, from my awkward position on the other side of the chair. I sucked hard, jerking him with my free hand, swirling my tongue around on the top of his shaft. I pushed my face up and down on his Cock five, ten, fifteen times, and then I felt him start to tremble and groan under my attack. I jerked harder, sliding my hand almost all the way to the top of his Perfection, and locked my lips around the rosy crown of his glans.
The first spit of cum was just a teaser, I let it spread across the roof of my mouth, painting it with the head of his Cock. I felt him shudder again, and I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. That usually meant I was in for a real deluge. I felt his body relax just a tiny amount and then tense up and then a nice, big, warm splurt of his marvelous sperms shot into my mouth, and almost choked me! His Penis was trembling and I was jerking and a second jet blew in, and I gulped them both down, warm, salty and delicious as usual. I continued to jerk on his Penis, and he gave me four more tasty treats, and I sucked hard to pull every single little wiggly sperm out of him. Poor Spence was groaning and moaning and had a death grip on the back of my head, but he knew I wasn’t going anywhere until I completely drained him.
I let him shake and spit for a long moment, until I was sure he was totally drained and satisfied. As I raised up, I kept my lips tight around his Perfect Shaft, to squeegee every single drop. I released the Head with a “pop!” and sat up, daintily dabbing at the small drop of white at the corner of my lips.
I swallowed roughly. “Why, thank you Sir, for that very tasty treat” I giggled at him. I could never stay mad at my Spence for long, he was such a super boyfriend. He always treated me like a queen, even if I was a slut! LOL
The movie was almost over by now, and I could literally SMELL the hormones in the air. Males! My favorite! My nostrils flared at the overwhelming scent of the pheromones floating around. I needed more.
And that’s pretty much how I ended up where I was at the moment. Spence and Daddy and I and a bunch of the men gravitated to this big parlor kind of room with expensive looking oriental rugs and beautiful sofas and chairs and furniture. Somebody produced a big wide pillow, and I sank to my knees on it, carefully slipping off my favorite top while I did, because I didn’t want to get it all spermy. The men ringed around me, and I could sense Spencer behind me. Daddy was on my immediate left.
“Hey, let’s do a dick forest! See how many we can get on her face!” I heard one man say, and the others agreed. I hadn’t the foggiest idea what that was. A dick forest? Over the next few moments, it was made clear to me. Guys crowded in, their penises hard and looming over me. It was like, my face was being overrun with pink and brown and dark black shafts. FACE INVADERS! LOL!
I felt them touching the back of my head, and my scalp and hair, and then over my temples, and on my cheeks. Two of them plopped down in my eye sockets. I felt cock heads brushing my face on all sides and down over my nose. I reached out and found my hands full of cock as well. I took a breath, and two cock heads jostled on my lower lip. I heard a count.
“Damn. That’s seven…no, eight.”
“Wait a sec, let me squeeze in here. Move over, willya Jack . .”
A slime of precum slid across my forehead.
“Alright, yeah, get in there. Nine.”
Still the men jostled in around me. I felt surrounded completely by male flesh, like I was just a tiny little flower with dozens of bees buzzing around me. I kept feeling hard cock flesh on my face. I let the two cocks lay over my eyes. I felt them in my hair. One guy kept bouncing his cock head up and down on the top of my skull.
“Yo, Ted, see if you can . . . yeah, like that . . . just angle a bit . . .keep going”
“Get Bill in there – he’s pretty skinny. Don’t take up the room ol’ fat Dan does.”
“Hey watch it!” a voice laughed.
“Fred is that your cock there, or your pinkie finger?” Everybody laughed.
I giggled. The men jostled and shifted and finally someone said, “I think that’s it. Christ, that’s ten, no - . . . twelve dicks on her face and head! Holy hell!”
Someone cheered. I heard camera phones going off. The cocks on my face were sliding around, moving from spot to spot as the men shifted their position somewhat. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable trail of a bolt of semen slide down across the bridge of my nose.
“Christ, Dave, did you just cum? What the fuck!”
“Couldn’t help it. . . she’s just so fuckin’ sexy. Goddam she’s a wonder!”
When I saw some of the pictures later, I couldn’t believe it. You could barely tell there was a little girl under all that hard meat. It literally took my breath away. There were cocks everywhere, on nearly every square inch of my face. They slid across my cheeks, and lips, and over my chin, and down over my eyes like I said. They were in my hair and laying across the top of my head. I had the tips of two of them in my mouth, which I’d stretched open as far as I possibly could.
A dick forest. Yes. I got it now.
Then, they started up on me. I felt Spencer holding my head steady, and one of the cocks in my mouth started sliding in and out, slowly, gently, just rocking back and forth a little bit. Another streamer of semen slid down across my forehead, and the cocks on my face gradually fell away, as the men started jerking themselves. I zoned out, my hands on my lap, the smell of so much male arousal simply making me catatonic. My tongue caressed the penis in my mouth, and I sucked dutifully on it, and then it withdrew, and another replaced it, a larger, more pungent dick, and I swiped my tongue across its broad, flat head. My hands were still jerking back and forth, I let the owners of the two penises guide me. I felt a man’s hand gently rub my right boob and tweak the nipple. That felt good.
I heard a voice say, “How about we lose the skirt?” and I nodded, and I felt the snaps pop off, and I wriggled my butt enough for it to come loose. I never did find it. I felt a large, warm hand slide down and cup my pussy, the middle finger diddling at my crack. I went, ‘ummmmmm’ to indicate my agreement.
My first cumshot, real cumshot anyway, jetted in from my left and flew across my cheek just under my eye, draping over the bridge of my nose. Within seconds, another bolt flew out and hit my chin, about halfway up my jawline. The cock in my mouth shuddered, and I tasted a heavy glob of what seemed to be really thick semen pulse out and pool on my tongue. It tasted sharp, acidic. I guessed champagne.
A rope of semen flew out of the cock in my left hand, trailing wetly up my slim arm. I kept jerking. I felt drops of cum land in my hair. Normally, I try not to get too much cum in my hair, it tends to clump up and it’s hard to wash out without a complete shampoo, but tonight I just felt like I wanted to be totally covered in it, I didn’t care where it landed.
The penis in my mouth finished delivering its tasty payload, I swallowed every drop and kissed it lovingly with my tongue as it slowly withdrew. The next visitor to my lips was a hard, brown penis, and I thought I knew which man it belonged to – there was a just beautiful black man who worked with Spencer named Theodore, we called him Theo. He was a giant bear of a man, with a close cropped goatee and hair, and a lovely voice that boomed when he laughed. He was probably the smartest man I ever knew, even counting Daddy and Spence, he just knew like, everything. I wanted him to have a good orgasm, so I did my best to make sure his penis knew it was loved. I took my free hand and slowly jerked it back and forth, gripping the large round cylinder lightly, but firmly. I trilled my tongue over the tip of it, gratified to taste and feel large drops of pre-cum burbling out of the large hole at the end already. I hummed in delight.
My face was suddenly bombarded once again by a hot wet rope that lashed across my right cheek and up over my eye and into my forehead.
“Damn Joe, ain’t you had none for a week?” a man laughed, and I thanked heaven that Joe hadn’t. I was in that odd frame of mind where I didn’t care where it came from, I wanted every drop of sperm in my vicinity to be in me or on me. I wanted it all. Every single drop. Wanted to drink it, and bathe in it and rub it into my skin from my head to my toes. I wanted to be covered in semen, and I never wanted it to end.
I continued to work on what I hoped was Theo’s penis, and after just a moment or two, I felt a strong hand palm the top of my head, and a deep dark voice announced, “oh yes, sweetie, just like that, just like . . . . THAT!” and on the last word, he snapped his hips and his cock burrowed into my mouth, smacking into my soft palate at the back of my mouth and top of my throat, and a felt the pulse run up his shaft and a very large, very hot and very salty-tasting rope of his cum blew out, whitewashing my mouth, seeping into the cracks, flowing across my back teeth. I gulped it down, it was so hot I felt it slide all the way down into my tummy. Again, and then a third time, he hosed my mouth down with his marvelously warm and rich baby juice and I gulped down every drop. It felt so warm and soothing in my stomach.
Of course, while I was busy swallowing my treat, my poor little face was being bombarded by no less than three big fat spitting dicks, and my cheeks and eyes and forehead were swamped with jet after jet of hot spunk. It slammed into my nose with an audible splat, draping over the bridge of my nose and sliding down the other cheek like a white river. My eyes were full, glazed, overflowing with the white juice, and I blinked once, twice, to clear them, but it was no good. There was just so much cum in my eye sockets that there was a gauzy curtain of white across my entire world. And my entire world, at the moment, seemed to be composed of beautiful pink and brown and black COCKS! They were all pointed right at me, and the men anxiously fisted their weapons while I provided a young, pretty target to aim at.
Each cock deserved at least a lick with my tongue, and I tried my best to succeed. Some times, it worked, and I got a nice taste of each one. Other times, just as I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, a man would seize that opportunity to splurt out a long streamer of white semen that flew across my tongue and splashed into the back of my mouth. Over and over, my tongue got inundated with hot, salty sperm, and I pulled it back in and swallowed as soon as I was able.
My face was getting drenched, of course. Big wet streamers of semen were being slapped across my cheeks and over my forehead, and even straight across my upper lip, until I had a cum mustache! It was flying into my eyes, and my hair, and pretty much everything above my neck was a landing spot. Still it continued, as man after man came up and jerked his lovely balls-worth of sperm for me. I swallowed what I could, what ever came near my mouth, and let my tongue come out and search around my lips for any stray droplets that I could find. I guess they thought that was sorta sexy too, ‘cause when I did that, it seemed to turn them on ever more, and I ended up getting another couple of gallons of jizz dumped on me. LOL!
Even Daddy came up, he aimed his beautiful Daddy-Cock at me, right in the middle of my face, and I smiled up at him through the curtain of cum on my face, and opened my mouth real wide, and tilted my head back, until he could see the top of my throat, and I’m sure, the coating of sperms and gunk inside my mouth. He held the tip of his penis just a couple of inches away from my mouth, and I heard him whisper, ‘my little Jules, the prettiest, sexiest girl in the whole world. . .’. Well, I didn’t know about that, but I certainly am glad that my daddy still finds me cute.
I watched the very tip of his penis, vibrating there just a hand’s-width away from my face, and the little eye opened up and a burble of clear liquid sort of sprayed out, and then WHAM! a huge streamer of white Daddy-Love shot out and hit me right square on the tip of my nose and sprayed in every direction! I jerked from the shock and giggled, and my face moved just enough so that like two seconds later, his second burst caught me right on the left cheekbone up high near my eye, and splattered into it, blinding me once again. I ‘yipped’ and Daddy adjusted, and I moved my face towards him, and he put the tip of his penis between my lips and my tongue laid there, flat, while he dumped three more strong, salty, warm, lovely streams of semen into my mouth.
Whoever it was down at my pussy was making me feel very good and warm, he was stroking and sliding and pushing just enough to rev my engine without making me explode. His fingers were dancing across my clitty, and pushing slowly but insistently up into my vag, getting me just about as wet down there as I was up top. I rolled my hips to try to intensify the feelings.
I sucked strongly at Daddy’s cock, pulling all his warm sperms out and swallowing them gratefully into my tummy. The man down at my pussy was making me feel better and better, and I was rapidly approaching a big orgasm. My thighs clenched.
Then, suddenly, there weren’t any cocks touching my face or cumming at me. I blinked some of the cum out of my eye, and as I focused, I found out why – there were at least six or seven penises, arrayed right in front of me from left to right in semi-circle, all being energetically jerked off in my direction. Two more nice cocks pushed into the group, and I knew that I was in for a real drenching. The men were huffing and puffing and grunting and I knew they were all rapidly approaching blast-off.
My eyes swept from side to side at the entrancing, almost hypnotic sight. Shiny pink cock heads bobbed and weaved in front of me, and brown and dark ones moved in a rapid pulsing motion. Foreskins were pushed and pulled back and forth. The smooth, rounded heads of all the penises were winking at me. I could do little but hold my breath, subconsciously. My orgasm was sneaking up on me and time seemed to slow down, and then almost stop. I could feel, even hear, my heart beating.
I will never forget the next moments for all of my life.
I don’t know how they did it, but it seemed that every single cock that was pointed at my face exploded at almost exactly the same time. Of course, looking back at it, they didn’t, but it seemed that way. My world simply turned creamy white. The huge, wet streams of cum blasted into my face like hot, salty cock-bullets. I felt the sexy impacts on my forehead, into both eyes, my nose, my cheekbones, my chin, my lips, I snorted cum up into my nose and felt and tasted it blowing into my mouth and across my tongue. Even in my Japanese adventure, I’d never had so much semen tossed at me at one time. Each man seemed to call on an inexhaustible supply of nut-butter. My face dripped with long white streamers of semen that ran down and fell onto the slopes of my boobs and down onto my thighs. I rubbed it in, reveling in the slippery, greasy feel of it on my nipples. Mid way through the barrage, my own orgasm stuck solidly, as my clitty buzzed its’ gratitude. The tremendously wonderful feeling shivered through my entire body, my thighs clenching and unclenching, my pussy vibrating and gushing out its’ own juicy treasure, and my nipples hardening like rocks on my teen boobs. I couldn’t help grabbing at my crotch as it happened, and I soared in ecstasy along with my men friends, cumming and cumming and cumming.
My mouth filled with different tastes and aromas, as the salty, sticky, bleachy aroma of some guys melded with the sweet taste of others. I could tell who smoked. I could tell who drank. I gulped it down, and opened for more. Men fell out of the circle as they exhausted themselves, and were quickly replaced by others, who’d been on the edge watching the sexy spectacle. My face was rapidly disappearing under the blanket of white. Every square millimeter of my face was wet with semen. Billions upon billions of tiny, invisible sperms wriggled and swam on my skin, and I used my free fingers to swipe the wet bubbles towards my mouth.
My body still shook with the pleasant after shocks of my own super orgasm. The rockets of white sperm flying at me reduced in number, until they died out all together. I rubbed and rubbed at my clit as I knelt there, covered in semen, dripping in goo, my tummy gratefully sucking down every last drop that I could get into my mouth. I exploded in a final orgasm and shrieked out my joy, tears pouring from my eyes in pleasure, washing clear trails down the white curtains on my cheeks. My pussy throbbed in ecstasy and I shivered and shook as the tremors ran up and down my body and I surrendered to the glorious orgasm.
Finally, I came down from my sex high, dipping my head, breathing through my mouth, tendrils and streamers of semen and spit drooling from my lips and chin. I was unable to even think. My whole body shook. The aroma of all the cum blasted onto my body was overwhelming, and my nostrils flared with the sexual fever. I panted, trying to gather my thoughts. I heard camera phones going off all around me, and inside, I smiled with the knowledge that my experience would be looked at and jerked off to for years to come.
As I gradually caught my breath, I felt hands lowering gently lowering me backwards, and when I looked, it was Daddy behind me.
“Shhhh, sweetie, just relax, you were marvelous, but Spencer and I want to give you more. You’re just fantastic, honey . . .”
Daddy’s soothing words calmed me even more. I let them lay me back, and I felt a cushioning pillow under my head. Spence, dear Spencer, knelt there between my legs. He was nude, and I loved seeing his marvelous Perfection standing there at attention, ready to transport me once again around the world. He slowly fisted it, pumping even more blood into his already steel-hard organ. He lowered his hips, and I felt him nudge my wet and ready opening with his distended tip. He teased me.
“Unnnhhhhhh . . .” I grunted, “P-please, put it in, put it in . .” I groaned thickly, through the rough phlegm of semen still clotting my mouth. Spencer pressed in an inch of so, parting my lips and sliding up just enough to fill me. Temporarily. I reached out to grab his hips and pull him in, swinging my legs up and spreading them like a butterfly being pinned. Another few inches slid into me, and I groaned again as I felt him penetrate.
“ohmygodohmygod . . .” I breathed as the feelings started to overwhelm me.
Still he pushed in. It felt like his Perfection was the size of a baseball bat. I rocked my hips at him, rolling my pussy back and forth on him, encouraging him to plumb as deep as he could into my depths. The pink and wet flesh parted as his invasion continued. Another inch, and another.
Suddenly, I felt that hard punch in the gut that told me he’d nudged up against my cervix, the sharp rictus of pain overlaying the pleasure. He withdrew a little bit and then plunged in again, and then, after agonizing moments of him teasing me like that, he started withdrawing nearly all the way out of me and plunging all the way back in, seven, eight inches at a time, skewering my tiny pussy and making me shiver with ecstasy, over and over. I was getting fucked, no two ways about it.
My beautiful Spencer held himself up over me, his arms locked, his gaze flowing over me as I whimpered and wept below him. I must have looked a sight. Nearly every inch of me from my tits on up was covered in layers and globs of drying cum, some of it even starting to crack and crumble on my cheeks. My boobs were laced with streamers of it as gravity made it flow. My eyes were red and bloodshot from the tremendous showering they’d gotten. It was in my hair, drying and sticky. My lips and mouth were still clogged and try as I might, I kept swallowing it down into my tummy.
He smiled at me. “You look lovely, sweetie”, he breathed.
I grinned weakly through my mask of cum.
“Then kiss me, you fool” I dared.
Spencer looked at me with an odd glint in his eye, and then he winked and goddam he leaned down and kissed me full on the lips, pushing his tongue into my open mouth and swiping back and forth. It was soooooo sexy when he did that I immediately orgasmed, my hips thrusting up and down on his rampaging Cock. The shivers shook my whole body. He lip-locked me, mashing his face down on mine. When he finally disengaged, his cheeks were wet with the slime from my face, but I pulled his head down and licked his cheeks clean until the only juice on him was my own.
“fuck, Spencer, that was so sexy!” I giggled up at him. “You’re not grossed out?”
“How could I be?” he answered back, snapping his hips into mine and nudging the opening to my uterus with his marvelous Perfection. “You’re so sexy and fucking nasty, I can’t be squeamish. Some of it’s mine, you know” he grinned down at me.
And then he really started laying the pipe to me. I couldn’t do anything but lay there and get my ass fucked every which way from Sunday, my body sliding back and forth as he roughly, but lovingly, fucked his Penis into me. I rolled my hips up to meet him, grinding my clit on his hard pubic bone and screaming through one orgasmic tremor after another. Long moments passed.
“Oh fuck, Spencer, please, please, cum in me, I need it, I need you . . .” I gasped, locking my ankles behind his ass as he thrust in and out of me. He started moaning and groaning, and I pulled him down to me again, and we locked lips once more as he climbed to his orgasm. When it hit, it ignited mine just as well, and we both peaked in unison, stars of sexual joy exploding behind my closed eyes, and I felt his Penis jerk and spray up into me, gouts of hot salty sperm dousing my insides, bathing my needy pussy walls with his goodness. He clenched and jerked again, and again, sending us both in to paroxysms of ecstasy. I tightened my pussy around him, sucking at his spitting Perfection. Our sweat mingled, our tongues dueled, lips glued together and we both soared into lover’s heaven.
As our climax waned, I tried to catch my breath. Spencer held himself up above me, smiling down at my sticky, wet, sweaty face. I looked awful! Our crotches were still glued together, and tiny little aftershocks kept vibrating through my pussy, and I felt Spencer’s warm gooey tube try to slide away from me. I clenched tightly. His Perfection wasn’t going ANYWHERE until I said so.
I heard the murmur of voices above us. I’d completely ignored or forgotten about the couple dozen man standing over us watching me get thoroughly fucked! A brief pink flash of embarrassment flew through me but then I realized the exhibitionist in me was satisfied beyond measure. I gradually released Spencer, as we nibbled and clucked at each other, and then he pulled out completely with a wet schlucking sound, and sat back on his lower legs.
“Who’s next?”
I hiccupped. I looked to my side and Daddy was there, smiling at me, undoing his belt buckle. I grinned back up at him.
“Ohhh, Daddy, yes, please, I need you, I need more . . .” I pleaded with my best little girl voice. I held out my arms to him.
He knelt between my trembling, slim legs, and I watched as he fitted his nice hard Penis to me, and then sank in with a sigh, and warm goosebumps popped out all over my chest.
I won’t bore you with the details. You know how good my Daddy fucks me. I had three nice, warm, orgasms while he lovingly tended to my pussy, and then I was so happy when he grunted and pressed himself all the way in to my core and dumped what seemed like a quart of hot, wet sperms into me. I squelched! I was leaking cum right down the crack of my butt and it started to tickle.
The best part of Daddy fucking me though, was the way that my face got blasted while he did it! I lay back there on the pillow, and my head was being jolted back and forth by Daddy’s thrusts, and within a few moments of him starting to fuck me, two guys knelt down at either side of my face and jerked themselves off right into my mouth! I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and the men just lay their cocks right on my lips and squirted their hot juice into my greedy mouth. The first four guys gave me a big gulp of stuff to swallow, and then the guys just kept it up. Sometimes one would aim into my mouth and the other would spray his warm semens all over my face. After a while, I was completely covered in sperm again. It was up my nose and in my eyes and leaking down into my ears and everything.
I’d cum, moaning and groaning, and a guy would splurt his cum on my face while I did. Daddy kept on pummeling me, and when he had his climax, I followed a split second later, my legs gripping his, urging him to spray his wonderful sperms all over inside of me.
When I let Daddy go, my legs dropped flat on the floor. I was exhausted, I realized. I’d been going on adrenaline for so long, cumming and being cummed on, that I didn’t realize how blown away I was. I simply lay there, almost comatose, as the last half dozen or so guys sprayed my glistening body with their juice.
I just lay there. Inert. Covered in sperm. Completely cummed-out. Bubbles of white popped from my lips as I exhaled. My tummy felt, well, sorta squeamish. I’d swallowed a LOT of cum. And my face and upper body were simply covered in it. I croaked “Towel?” and someone came over a minute or so later with a warm wet, face towel from the bathroom. I gratefully took it and just laid it flat over my face. The warm water felt good. After a minute, I wiped my face clean as I could and then wiped my upper body clear of the gunk. I finally recovered enough to sit up, and Spencer and Daddy helped me get to my feet.
When I looked at some of the pictures on the way home, I was amazed. My entire face was simply covered in white slime, good slime, gooey and salty and sticky and smelling like MAN and my favorite stuff in the whole wide world. I had cum in my hair and down over my bobs and my shoulders and just everywhere!
It sure is a good thing your face can’t get pregnant.
Too many cocks! There were just too many cocks! I blinked the huge blob of cum from my eye and looked through the haze at my immediate surroundings, swallowing the creamy contents of my mouth as I did.
I was kneeling on a big cushion at the house of one of Spencer’s friends. It was a big house, and there were a LOT of people there. Check that. There were a lot of MEN there. So far as I knew, I was the only female at this point. The earlier maids and waiters had left. It was a big party that Spence and I had been invited to, a couple of months after my visit to Mr. Ferguson’s penthouse and my adventures there. School had started back up again, and now it was just a couple of weeks until Halloween. Spencer had told me about the invite to this party, there were a whole bunch of important men that Spence did business with, and I recognized a bunch that were friends of Daddy’s and all, too. They all knew about Spence and me, I guess. There was a really great catered dinner with all these cute waiters in tight coats and tuxedo shirts and all, and maybe five cute girls dressed up as French maids with high heels, fishnet stockings, and those frilly wide skirts that go out about two feet to either side of you, and little white hats and everything. Of course, every time one of them bent over you could see right up her skirt and everything! It was fun, they were cute to watch.
We all got served dinner, and I didn’t really understand all of what they were talking about, but it went from politics to sports to movies. When one of them asked my opinion, I answered as best I could. I felt grown up that these men, all rich and powerful and smart, would ask my opinion on things. Of course, I had no idea what to say, most of the time, unless they asked me about music or movies or something. And I’m not really sure they cared what I said – they just wanted to be able to talk to me or look at me, but that’s ok too. Spence would smile at me and grin whenever I said anything that figured to tweak them a little bit, like when I said I thought the president of the US was a twerp and a bully, or that I thought girls should be able to dress any way they like without being called a slut or a whore or something.
It was a good dinner, I got stuffed, and Spence even let me have a glass of champagne. Interestingly, it was starting to taste better! I realized the little buzz it gave me was fun, but I still didn’t want to get totally blitzed – I’d seen enough drunk people to know that it made you stupid. But I did have a big hunk of chocolate cake and a scoop of ice cream. I loves my dessert!
After dinner, a bunch of guys and Spence and I went into this big theatre room that the owner had built, it was almost like a real movie theatre – big seats, big enough for two people really, and a huge screen that must have been twenty feet wide. Spence and I sat in one big chair, and it had heat and even vibrations.
“What’re we going to watch?” I whispered to Spence. The room was pretty filled up after a moment or two, there were probably at least thirty people in the room.
Spencer looked at me slyly. “It’s a surprise.” I punched him in the arm.
Suddenly, the screen lit up and about two seconds later my heart stopped. OMG! It was my bukkake movie from Japan that I’d done last year! I went “YIKES!” and nearly screamed and grabbed Spencer’s arm like a crazy lady.
“Oh my god Spencer, you can’t show that! I’ll get in all sorts of trouble! What’re you doing!” I screeched at him under my breath.
He held my hand and leaned over to me. “Relax, honey, take it easy. Everyone here is sworn to secrecy, they all have jobs and careers and all sorts of reasons to keep quiet about anything that happens here. I talked it over with your father and he agreed that it was OK to show it here tonight. Trust me, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you baby. . .”
He sounded sincere. But I was really concerned. I knew how much trouble something like this could get us all into. I was really kind of nervous. But Spencer kept telling me it would be OK, that these guys were all ‘my friends, they’ll be cool.’ I hoped so. I sort of slunk down in my seat as the movie started up, and they played the scene where that director was asking me all sorts of questions about cum and sucking cocks and all. I have to admit, though, that I started to get hot watching myself talk about all that stuff. Odd…
Spencer had one hand slowly stroking the inside of my thigh just above my right knee, and of course, that started to feel good. I forgot to mention my outfit – I had a faded blue denim mini on that only barely came down enough to cover my butt cheeks, and rode darn near up to my waist when I sat down. It was a wrap around type, that had four snaps running up it from top to bottom at my waist where the sides met, to keep it on me. No panties, of course. My top was one of my favorites, it was really just a flimsy gauzy bandeau sort of thing out of white lace and cotton, with a frilly skirt around the top hem that hung down and almost to the bottom of my boobs but not quite, and the under-boob on both tits showed underneath it. I liked it a whole lot because at first glance it looked very fashionable, chic, and ritzy, sort of, but then when you got close, you could pretty much see right through it. It was like wearing a couple of passes of toilet paper around my chest. Before I knew it, I had one hand up under it, squeezing my left boob while Spencer did his best to distract me. I reached over with my other hand to rub his Perfect Penis through his slacks. The long, hard tube was hot to my touch, even through his slacks. I loved feeling it get really hard for me.
I watched the on-screen me. Dozens of Japanese men were scrambling up to where I sat on a big pillow in front of a sofa and spurting stream after stream of their cum on my face. It was so weird to watch – I mean, I remember it happening, and I had seen the film once, I think, after they sent a copy over to Daddy and me. But it was sort of odd to watch it again, in the midst of a lot of strangers, more or less. My on-screen face was getting plastered pretty good. I’ll have to say this – Japanese guys shoot a good cum load nearly every single time. In my years of experience, I can tell you that there is no correlation between cock size and cum load. In fact, some of the biggest loads I’ve ever seen or had shot on me came out of penises that were on the small side. Of course, I’m very lucky with Daddy and the Perfect Penis, they both are quite the load to handle when they go off!
Anyway, we’re sitting there watching me get my face blasted from every direction, and I have one hand squeezing my boob and playing with my nipple, and the other hand rubbing on Spencer’s Perfection. I could even kinda hear other people in the room, the breathing was getting heavy and I swear I could hear guys playing with themselves. Suddenly, Spence pulled his zipper down and extracted his pretty hard Penis. I looked at it with love and affection. It shone in the dim light, standing up like a big, fleshy Leaning Tower of Penis. I grabbed it near the base and twisted around in the big chair to face it. I turned it one way and another, waving it around and pretending it was shooting cum out.
“ka-boom! ka-boom! KA-POW!” I giggled as I fired off Spencer’s lovely Cock Cannon.
But, you know me. I can’t face a nice cock of any kind for long without wanting to put it in my mouth. So that’s what I did. I leaned over, and Spence twisted in his seat, and I sank my mouth down over him and started sucking. He was already leaking pre-cum, of course. So I sucked on Spencer, and watched my movie out of the corner of my eye. He moaned softly. I always like it when I hear that, it lets me know that I’m doing a good job.
I wrapped my tongue around his head and sucked strongly on his crown, making sure that I poked the little hole were all his sperms came out, with my tongue. I moved my lips up and down about three or four inches of him, keeping him nice and wet and warm. It was so lovely. I feel sorry for girls who never get to do this.
I don’t know exactly how long I was sucking him, it was probably a couple or three minutes, and I felt him start to tense up. I decided to tease him and not let him cum right away. I pulled away and patted his wet shaft, swallowing roughly.
“Ok, that’s enough for now. Put him away.” I pouted.
Spencer looked at me. Puppy dog eyes. Poor little Spence. His girlfriend got him all hot and bothered and then left him with a case of blue balls. Serves him right for bringing me here and almost embarrassing me in front of everybody.
“Wha- . . . what? Why’d you stop, baby girl? It was so good. I was about to c-“. I cut him off
“You’ll cum when I want you to cum, ok boy?” I said, mustering up as tough a voice as I could in the dark theater. I glanced at the screen. It was the start of the second scene.
“Oh man, you can’t be real, baby . . . what?” he whispered. I loved teasing him like this. I reached over and grabbed his shaft and started jerking it, slowly, teasing. I just wanted him to stay really hard and build up his load.
“You’re a big meany-head for bringing me here tonight!” I smiled at him. “You’ll be lucky if I EVER put this in my mouth again!” I grinned.
He just grunted. I watched some more movie. There was cum flying everywhere. No matter how many times I see that movie now, I’m just simply amazed at the amount of semen all over. Of course, watching all that cum land on me got me hot again, so I snuck my hand over and started to jerk off Spencer’s Cock some more. I felt it tremble under my fingers, and I shucked a large drop of clear, silky pre-cum up out of it, and watched it bubble out on the very tip. I swiped my finger across it and brought my hand to my mouth.
The Perfect Dessert.
The salty, sort of oily bubble felt so good spreading across the flat part of my tongue. I shucked up another one, and poor Spence groaned. I took pity on him. I swooped down and swallowed up as much of his gorgeous shaft as I could, from my awkward position on the other side of the chair. I sucked hard, jerking him with my free hand, swirling my tongue around on the top of his shaft. I pushed my face up and down on his Cock five, ten, fifteen times, and then I felt him start to tremble and groan under my attack. I jerked harder, sliding my hand almost all the way to the top of his Perfection, and locked my lips around the rosy crown of his glans.
The first spit of cum was just a teaser, I let it spread across the roof of my mouth, painting it with the head of his Cock. I felt him shudder again, and I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. That usually meant I was in for a real deluge. I felt his body relax just a tiny amount and then tense up and then a nice, big, warm splurt of his marvelous sperms shot into my mouth, and almost choked me! His Penis was trembling and I was jerking and a second jet blew in, and I gulped them both down, warm, salty and delicious as usual. I continued to jerk on his Penis, and he gave me four more tasty treats, and I sucked hard to pull every single little wiggly sperm out of him. Poor Spence was groaning and moaning and had a death grip on the back of my head, but he knew I wasn’t going anywhere until I completely drained him.
I let him shake and spit for a long moment, until I was sure he was totally drained and satisfied. As I raised up, I kept my lips tight around his Perfect Shaft, to squeegee every single drop. I released the Head with a “pop!” and sat up, daintily dabbing at the small drop of white at the corner of my lips.
I swallowed roughly. “Why, thank you Sir, for that very tasty treat” I giggled at him. I could never stay mad at my Spence for long, he was such a super boyfriend. He always treated me like a queen, even if I was a slut! LOL
The movie was almost over by now, and I could literally SMELL the hormones in the air. Males! My favorite! My nostrils flared at the overwhelming scent of the pheromones floating around. I needed more.
And that’s pretty much how I ended up where I was at the moment. Spence and Daddy and I and a bunch of the men gravitated to this big parlor kind of room with expensive looking oriental rugs and beautiful sofas and chairs and furniture. Somebody produced a big wide pillow, and I sank to my knees on it, carefully slipping off my favorite top while I did, because I didn’t want to get it all spermy. The men ringed around me, and I could sense Spencer behind me. Daddy was on my immediate left.
“Hey, let’s do a dick forest! See how many we can get on her face!” I heard one man say, and the others agreed. I hadn’t the foggiest idea what that was. A dick forest? Over the next few moments, it was made clear to me. Guys crowded in, their penises hard and looming over me. It was like, my face was being overrun with pink and brown and dark black shafts. FACE INVADERS! LOL!
I felt them touching the back of my head, and my scalp and hair, and then over my temples, and on my cheeks. Two of them plopped down in my eye sockets. I felt cock heads brushing my face on all sides and down over my nose. I reached out and found my hands full of cock as well. I took a breath, and two cock heads jostled on my lower lip. I heard a count.
“Damn. That’s seven…no, eight.”
“Wait a sec, let me squeeze in here. Move over, willya Jack . .”
A slime of precum slid across my forehead.
“Alright, yeah, get in there. Nine.”
Still the men jostled in around me. I felt surrounded completely by male flesh, like I was just a tiny little flower with dozens of bees buzzing around me. I kept feeling hard cock flesh on my face. I let the two cocks lay over my eyes. I felt them in my hair. One guy kept bouncing his cock head up and down on the top of my skull.
“Yo, Ted, see if you can . . . yeah, like that . . . just angle a bit . . .keep going”
“Get Bill in there – he’s pretty skinny. Don’t take up the room ol’ fat Dan does.”
“Hey watch it!” a voice laughed.
“Fred is that your cock there, or your pinkie finger?” Everybody laughed.
I giggled. The men jostled and shifted and finally someone said, “I think that’s it. Christ, that’s ten, no - . . . twelve dicks on her face and head! Holy hell!”
Someone cheered. I heard camera phones going off. The cocks on my face were sliding around, moving from spot to spot as the men shifted their position somewhat. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable trail of a bolt of semen slide down across the bridge of my nose.
“Christ, Dave, did you just cum? What the fuck!”
“Couldn’t help it. . . she’s just so fuckin’ sexy. Goddam she’s a wonder!”
When I saw some of the pictures later, I couldn’t believe it. You could barely tell there was a little girl under all that hard meat. It literally took my breath away. There were cocks everywhere, on nearly every square inch of my face. They slid across my cheeks, and lips, and over my chin, and down over my eyes like I said. They were in my hair and laying across the top of my head. I had the tips of two of them in my mouth, which I’d stretched open as far as I possibly could.
A dick forest. Yes. I got it now.
Then, they started up on me. I felt Spencer holding my head steady, and one of the cocks in my mouth started sliding in and out, slowly, gently, just rocking back and forth a little bit. Another streamer of semen slid down across my forehead, and the cocks on my face gradually fell away, as the men started jerking themselves. I zoned out, my hands on my lap, the smell of so much male arousal simply making me catatonic. My tongue caressed the penis in my mouth, and I sucked dutifully on it, and then it withdrew, and another replaced it, a larger, more pungent dick, and I swiped my tongue across its broad, flat head. My hands were still jerking back and forth, I let the owners of the two penises guide me. I felt a man’s hand gently rub my right boob and tweak the nipple. That felt good.
I heard a voice say, “How about we lose the skirt?” and I nodded, and I felt the snaps pop off, and I wriggled my butt enough for it to come loose. I never did find it. I felt a large, warm hand slide down and cup my pussy, the middle finger diddling at my crack. I went, ‘ummmmmm’ to indicate my agreement.
My first cumshot, real cumshot anyway, jetted in from my left and flew across my cheek just under my eye, draping over the bridge of my nose. Within seconds, another bolt flew out and hit my chin, about halfway up my jawline. The cock in my mouth shuddered, and I tasted a heavy glob of what seemed to be really thick semen pulse out and pool on my tongue. It tasted sharp, acidic. I guessed champagne.
A rope of semen flew out of the cock in my left hand, trailing wetly up my slim arm. I kept jerking. I felt drops of cum land in my hair. Normally, I try not to get too much cum in my hair, it tends to clump up and it’s hard to wash out without a complete shampoo, but tonight I just felt like I wanted to be totally covered in it, I didn’t care where it landed.
The penis in my mouth finished delivering its tasty payload, I swallowed every drop and kissed it lovingly with my tongue as it slowly withdrew. The next visitor to my lips was a hard, brown penis, and I thought I knew which man it belonged to – there was a just beautiful black man who worked with Spencer named Theodore, we called him Theo. He was a giant bear of a man, with a close cropped goatee and hair, and a lovely voice that boomed when he laughed. He was probably the smartest man I ever knew, even counting Daddy and Spence, he just knew like, everything. I wanted him to have a good orgasm, so I did my best to make sure his penis knew it was loved. I took my free hand and slowly jerked it back and forth, gripping the large round cylinder lightly, but firmly. I trilled my tongue over the tip of it, gratified to taste and feel large drops of pre-cum burbling out of the large hole at the end already. I hummed in delight.
My face was suddenly bombarded once again by a hot wet rope that lashed across my right cheek and up over my eye and into my forehead.
“Damn Joe, ain’t you had none for a week?” a man laughed, and I thanked heaven that Joe hadn’t. I was in that odd frame of mind where I didn’t care where it came from, I wanted every drop of sperm in my vicinity to be in me or on me. I wanted it all. Every single drop. Wanted to drink it, and bathe in it and rub it into my skin from my head to my toes. I wanted to be covered in semen, and I never wanted it to end.
I continued to work on what I hoped was Theo’s penis, and after just a moment or two, I felt a strong hand palm the top of my head, and a deep dark voice announced, “oh yes, sweetie, just like that, just like . . . . THAT!” and on the last word, he snapped his hips and his cock burrowed into my mouth, smacking into my soft palate at the back of my mouth and top of my throat, and a felt the pulse run up his shaft and a very large, very hot and very salty-tasting rope of his cum blew out, whitewashing my mouth, seeping into the cracks, flowing across my back teeth. I gulped it down, it was so hot I felt it slide all the way down into my tummy. Again, and then a third time, he hosed my mouth down with his marvelously warm and rich baby juice and I gulped down every drop. It felt so warm and soothing in my stomach.
Of course, while I was busy swallowing my treat, my poor little face was being bombarded by no less than three big fat spitting dicks, and my cheeks and eyes and forehead were swamped with jet after jet of hot spunk. It slammed into my nose with an audible splat, draping over the bridge of my nose and sliding down the other cheek like a white river. My eyes were full, glazed, overflowing with the white juice, and I blinked once, twice, to clear them, but it was no good. There was just so much cum in my eye sockets that there was a gauzy curtain of white across my entire world. And my entire world, at the moment, seemed to be composed of beautiful pink and brown and black COCKS! They were all pointed right at me, and the men anxiously fisted their weapons while I provided a young, pretty target to aim at.
Each cock deserved at least a lick with my tongue, and I tried my best to succeed. Some times, it worked, and I got a nice taste of each one. Other times, just as I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, a man would seize that opportunity to splurt out a long streamer of white semen that flew across my tongue and splashed into the back of my mouth. Over and over, my tongue got inundated with hot, salty sperm, and I pulled it back in and swallowed as soon as I was able.
My face was getting drenched, of course. Big wet streamers of semen were being slapped across my cheeks and over my forehead, and even straight across my upper lip, until I had a cum mustache! It was flying into my eyes, and my hair, and pretty much everything above my neck was a landing spot. Still it continued, as man after man came up and jerked his lovely balls-worth of sperm for me. I swallowed what I could, what ever came near my mouth, and let my tongue come out and search around my lips for any stray droplets that I could find. I guess they thought that was sorta sexy too, ‘cause when I did that, it seemed to turn them on ever more, and I ended up getting another couple of gallons of jizz dumped on me. LOL!
Even Daddy came up, he aimed his beautiful Daddy-Cock at me, right in the middle of my face, and I smiled up at him through the curtain of cum on my face, and opened my mouth real wide, and tilted my head back, until he could see the top of my throat, and I’m sure, the coating of sperms and gunk inside my mouth. He held the tip of his penis just a couple of inches away from my mouth, and I heard him whisper, ‘my little Jules, the prettiest, sexiest girl in the whole world. . .’. Well, I didn’t know about that, but I certainly am glad that my daddy still finds me cute.
I watched the very tip of his penis, vibrating there just a hand’s-width away from my face, and the little eye opened up and a burble of clear liquid sort of sprayed out, and then WHAM! a huge streamer of white Daddy-Love shot out and hit me right square on the tip of my nose and sprayed in every direction! I jerked from the shock and giggled, and my face moved just enough so that like two seconds later, his second burst caught me right on the left cheekbone up high near my eye, and splattered into it, blinding me once again. I ‘yipped’ and Daddy adjusted, and I moved my face towards him, and he put the tip of his penis between my lips and my tongue laid there, flat, while he dumped three more strong, salty, warm, lovely streams of semen into my mouth.
Whoever it was down at my pussy was making me feel very good and warm, he was stroking and sliding and pushing just enough to rev my engine without making me explode. His fingers were dancing across my clitty, and pushing slowly but insistently up into my vag, getting me just about as wet down there as I was up top. I rolled my hips to try to intensify the feelings.
I sucked strongly at Daddy’s cock, pulling all his warm sperms out and swallowing them gratefully into my tummy. The man down at my pussy was making me feel better and better, and I was rapidly approaching a big orgasm. My thighs clenched.
Then, suddenly, there weren’t any cocks touching my face or cumming at me. I blinked some of the cum out of my eye, and as I focused, I found out why – there were at least six or seven penises, arrayed right in front of me from left to right in semi-circle, all being energetically jerked off in my direction. Two more nice cocks pushed into the group, and I knew that I was in for a real drenching. The men were huffing and puffing and grunting and I knew they were all rapidly approaching blast-off.
My eyes swept from side to side at the entrancing, almost hypnotic sight. Shiny pink cock heads bobbed and weaved in front of me, and brown and dark ones moved in a rapid pulsing motion. Foreskins were pushed and pulled back and forth. The smooth, rounded heads of all the penises were winking at me. I could do little but hold my breath, subconsciously. My orgasm was sneaking up on me and time seemed to slow down, and then almost stop. I could feel, even hear, my heart beating.
I will never forget the next moments for all of my life.
I don’t know how they did it, but it seemed that every single cock that was pointed at my face exploded at almost exactly the same time. Of course, looking back at it, they didn’t, but it seemed that way. My world simply turned creamy white. The huge, wet streams of cum blasted into my face like hot, salty cock-bullets. I felt the sexy impacts on my forehead, into both eyes, my nose, my cheekbones, my chin, my lips, I snorted cum up into my nose and felt and tasted it blowing into my mouth and across my tongue. Even in my Japanese adventure, I’d never had so much semen tossed at me at one time. Each man seemed to call on an inexhaustible supply of nut-butter. My face dripped with long white streamers of semen that ran down and fell onto the slopes of my boobs and down onto my thighs. I rubbed it in, reveling in the slippery, greasy feel of it on my nipples. Mid way through the barrage, my own orgasm stuck solidly, as my clitty buzzed its’ gratitude. The tremendously wonderful feeling shivered through my entire body, my thighs clenching and unclenching, my pussy vibrating and gushing out its’ own juicy treasure, and my nipples hardening like rocks on my teen boobs. I couldn’t help grabbing at my crotch as it happened, and I soared in ecstasy along with my men friends, cumming and cumming and cumming.
My mouth filled with different tastes and aromas, as the salty, sticky, bleachy aroma of some guys melded with the sweet taste of others. I could tell who smoked. I could tell who drank. I gulped it down, and opened for more. Men fell out of the circle as they exhausted themselves, and were quickly replaced by others, who’d been on the edge watching the sexy spectacle. My face was rapidly disappearing under the blanket of white. Every square millimeter of my face was wet with semen. Billions upon billions of tiny, invisible sperms wriggled and swam on my skin, and I used my free fingers to swipe the wet bubbles towards my mouth.
My body still shook with the pleasant after shocks of my own super orgasm. The rockets of white sperm flying at me reduced in number, until they died out all together. I rubbed and rubbed at my clit as I knelt there, covered in semen, dripping in goo, my tummy gratefully sucking down every last drop that I could get into my mouth. I exploded in a final orgasm and shrieked out my joy, tears pouring from my eyes in pleasure, washing clear trails down the white curtains on my cheeks. My pussy throbbed in ecstasy and I shivered and shook as the tremors ran up and down my body and I surrendered to the glorious orgasm.
Finally, I came down from my sex high, dipping my head, breathing through my mouth, tendrils and streamers of semen and spit drooling from my lips and chin. I was unable to even think. My whole body shook. The aroma of all the cum blasted onto my body was overwhelming, and my nostrils flared with the sexual fever. I panted, trying to gather my thoughts. I heard camera phones going off all around me, and inside, I smiled with the knowledge that my experience would be looked at and jerked off to for years to come.
As I gradually caught my breath, I felt hands lowering gently lowering me backwards, and when I looked, it was Daddy behind me.
“Shhhh, sweetie, just relax, you were marvelous, but Spencer and I want to give you more. You’re just fantastic, honey . . .”
Daddy’s soothing words calmed me even more. I let them lay me back, and I felt a cushioning pillow under my head. Spence, dear Spencer, knelt there between my legs. He was nude, and I loved seeing his marvelous Perfection standing there at attention, ready to transport me once again around the world. He slowly fisted it, pumping even more blood into his already steel-hard organ. He lowered his hips, and I felt him nudge my wet and ready opening with his distended tip. He teased me.
“Unnnhhhhhh . . .” I grunted, “P-please, put it in, put it in . .” I groaned thickly, through the rough phlegm of semen still clotting my mouth. Spencer pressed in an inch of so, parting my lips and sliding up just enough to fill me. Temporarily. I reached out to grab his hips and pull him in, swinging my legs up and spreading them like a butterfly being pinned. Another few inches slid into me, and I groaned again as I felt him penetrate.
“ohmygodohmygod . . .” I breathed as the feelings started to overwhelm me.
Still he pushed in. It felt like his Perfection was the size of a baseball bat. I rocked my hips at him, rolling my pussy back and forth on him, encouraging him to plumb as deep as he could into my depths. The pink and wet flesh parted as his invasion continued. Another inch, and another.
Suddenly, I felt that hard punch in the gut that told me he’d nudged up against my cervix, the sharp rictus of pain overlaying the pleasure. He withdrew a little bit and then plunged in again, and then, after agonizing moments of him teasing me like that, he started withdrawing nearly all the way out of me and plunging all the way back in, seven, eight inches at a time, skewering my tiny pussy and making me shiver with ecstasy, over and over. I was getting fucked, no two ways about it.
My beautiful Spencer held himself up over me, his arms locked, his gaze flowing over me as I whimpered and wept below him. I must have looked a sight. Nearly every inch of me from my tits on up was covered in layers and globs of drying cum, some of it even starting to crack and crumble on my cheeks. My boobs were laced with streamers of it as gravity made it flow. My eyes were red and bloodshot from the tremendous showering they’d gotten. It was in my hair, drying and sticky. My lips and mouth were still clogged and try as I might, I kept swallowing it down into my tummy.
He smiled at me. “You look lovely, sweetie”, he breathed.
I grinned weakly through my mask of cum.
“Then kiss me, you fool” I dared.
Spencer looked at me with an odd glint in his eye, and then he winked and goddam he leaned down and kissed me full on the lips, pushing his tongue into my open mouth and swiping back and forth. It was soooooo sexy when he did that I immediately orgasmed, my hips thrusting up and down on his rampaging Cock. The shivers shook my whole body. He lip-locked me, mashing his face down on mine. When he finally disengaged, his cheeks were wet with the slime from my face, but I pulled his head down and licked his cheeks clean until the only juice on him was my own.
“fuck, Spencer, that was so sexy!” I giggled up at him. “You’re not grossed out?”
“How could I be?” he answered back, snapping his hips into mine and nudging the opening to my uterus with his marvelous Perfection. “You’re so sexy and fucking nasty, I can’t be squeamish. Some of it’s mine, you know” he grinned down at me.
And then he really started laying the pipe to me. I couldn’t do anything but lay there and get my ass fucked every which way from Sunday, my body sliding back and forth as he roughly, but lovingly, fucked his Penis into me. I rolled my hips up to meet him, grinding my clit on his hard pubic bone and screaming through one orgasmic tremor after another. Long moments passed.
“Oh fuck, Spencer, please, please, cum in me, I need it, I need you . . .” I gasped, locking my ankles behind his ass as he thrust in and out of me. He started moaning and groaning, and I pulled him down to me again, and we locked lips once more as he climbed to his orgasm. When it hit, it ignited mine just as well, and we both peaked in unison, stars of sexual joy exploding behind my closed eyes, and I felt his Penis jerk and spray up into me, gouts of hot salty sperm dousing my insides, bathing my needy pussy walls with his goodness. He clenched and jerked again, and again, sending us both in to paroxysms of ecstasy. I tightened my pussy around him, sucking at his spitting Perfection. Our sweat mingled, our tongues dueled, lips glued together and we both soared into lover’s heaven.
As our climax waned, I tried to catch my breath. Spencer held himself up above me, smiling down at my sticky, wet, sweaty face. I looked awful! Our crotches were still glued together, and tiny little aftershocks kept vibrating through my pussy, and I felt Spencer’s warm gooey tube try to slide away from me. I clenched tightly. His Perfection wasn’t going ANYWHERE until I said so.
I heard the murmur of voices above us. I’d completely ignored or forgotten about the couple dozen man standing over us watching me get thoroughly fucked! A brief pink flash of embarrassment flew through me but then I realized the exhibitionist in me was satisfied beyond measure. I gradually released Spencer, as we nibbled and clucked at each other, and then he pulled out completely with a wet schlucking sound, and sat back on his lower legs.
“Who’s next?”
I hiccupped. I looked to my side and Daddy was there, smiling at me, undoing his belt buckle. I grinned back up at him.
“Ohhh, Daddy, yes, please, I need you, I need more . . .” I pleaded with my best little girl voice. I held out my arms to him.
He knelt between my trembling, slim legs, and I watched as he fitted his nice hard Penis to me, and then sank in with a sigh, and warm goosebumps popped out all over my chest.
I won’t bore you with the details. You know how good my Daddy fucks me. I had three nice, warm, orgasms while he lovingly tended to my pussy, and then I was so happy when he grunted and pressed himself all the way in to my core and dumped what seemed like a quart of hot, wet sperms into me. I squelched! I was leaking cum right down the crack of my butt and it started to tickle.
The best part of Daddy fucking me though, was the way that my face got blasted while he did it! I lay back there on the pillow, and my head was being jolted back and forth by Daddy’s thrusts, and within a few moments of him starting to fuck me, two guys knelt down at either side of my face and jerked themselves off right into my mouth! I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and the men just lay their cocks right on my lips and squirted their hot juice into my greedy mouth. The first four guys gave me a big gulp of stuff to swallow, and then the guys just kept it up. Sometimes one would aim into my mouth and the other would spray his warm semens all over my face. After a while, I was completely covered in sperm again. It was up my nose and in my eyes and leaking down into my ears and everything.
I’d cum, moaning and groaning, and a guy would splurt his cum on my face while I did. Daddy kept on pummeling me, and when he had his climax, I followed a split second later, my legs gripping his, urging him to spray his wonderful sperms all over inside of me.
When I let Daddy go, my legs dropped flat on the floor. I was exhausted, I realized. I’d been going on adrenaline for so long, cumming and being cummed on, that I didn’t realize how blown away I was. I simply lay there, almost comatose, as the last half dozen or so guys sprayed my glistening body with their juice.
I just lay there. Inert. Covered in sperm. Completely cummed-out. Bubbles of white popped from my lips as I exhaled. My tummy felt, well, sorta squeamish. I’d swallowed a LOT of cum. And my face and upper body were simply covered in it. I croaked “Towel?” and someone came over a minute or so later with a warm wet, face towel from the bathroom. I gratefully took it and just laid it flat over my face. The warm water felt good. After a minute, I wiped my face clean as I could and then wiped my upper body clear of the gunk. I finally recovered enough to sit up, and Spencer and Daddy helped me get to my feet.
When I looked at some of the pictures on the way home, I was amazed. My entire face was simply covered in white slime, good slime, gooey and salty and sticky and smelling like MAN and my favorite stuff in the whole wide world. I had cum in my hair and down over my bobs and my shoulders and just everywhere!
It sure is a good thing your face can’t get pregnant.
Chapter
46 - Two in the Caboose?
Just after Thanksgiving, Spencer and I were at his apartment one night, and we were just cuddling on his couch watching Netflix after a nice dinner of Chinese food. I like Mongolian beef and egg rolls and egg drop soup. I forget what we were watching because it was only mildly interesting compared to the treat I had in my right hand. It was Spence’s Perfection, of course. I was stretched out on my front, with my legs bent at the knee. I had just a pair of satin boyshorts on, and Spence was in his fluffy warm robe. I had my head on his belly and just the very tip of his Penis in my mouth, and I was just ever so slowly jacking him back and forth while I sucked on the head. His right hand was draped down my back and tickling my butt and my pussyhole very lightly. We both enjoyed doing that, just keeping each other aroused and nearly on the edge of exploding, for a long time. Every now and then his hips would jolt a little bit and I’d taste a bead of pre-cum or something even a little saltier, but I didn’t want him to cum just yet. Same with me, every now and then my little coochie would grab at his fingertip and try to suck it farther up inside but he’d hold it steady and not let more than a little bit penetrate me. I was leaking like a sieve, of course so he had to bring his hand back up and suck on his fingers every now and then. I also turned my head and opened my mouth like a little birdie too, so he’d feed the wet fingertip to me and I could suck my own juices off. That was cool.
But there had been something flying around in my ditzy little mind for a while and I finally got the nerve to bring it up to Spencer.
“Hey sweetie, can I ask you a question?”
“You just did” he said with a smirk and a smile.
Sometimes I just wanna smack him, you know?
“I’m serious. Did you and another guy ever do a girl at the same time? In her butt, I mean. You know, both of you in her at the same time?”
“Umm . . . well, actually no. That’s pretty hard to do, you know. Any girls you see doing it in a movie are usually specially prepared and used to it, and the guys have to be too.”
“Why? What’s the big deal?”
“Well, c’mon. What do you think? That spot is not designed to have something that big, or I guess, TWO things that big, go into it. It can be painful and even damaging.”
“But it looks like fun.”
“I don’t think it always is. Again, those girls usually have to work at it to make it possible – stretching and keeping things clean and well exercised back there, you know?”
“I guess so. I was just kinda thinking about it.”
I let the subject matter rest for the moment. I had more important things to think about, like how much I was going to enjoy sucking on my boyfriend’s Penis and making him cum in my mouth. So that’s what I did!
Later that week while I was home I looked it up on the internet. I found some pictures and videos of it. It looked really kinky and sexy to me, I just couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have two dicks up my butt at the same time! I usually really liked it when I got fucked there, I think my butthole is like, super sensitive or something, maybe because that’s the first place I really got fucked in, don’t know.
I thought about how it would feel to have one penis going into me and one coming out at the same time. Sooooo, of course, being the curious girl that I am, I went up stairs and got out two of my more normal-sized dildoes. I picked ones that were soft rubbery ones shaped just like dicks, not hard plastic vibrators. I wanted DICKS in me, not plastic tubes. LOL!
First of course, I washed them off really good, Daddy had impressed on me how important it was to be clean with my toys and all. I did like, three enemas and cleaned my self out really really good too, of course. Then I put a big towel down on the floor and laid down on it, and put a pillow under my butt to aim it up better.
The first dick-dildo was easy. I lubed it up and slowly fed it into me. Closing my eyes, I pictured Spencer or Daddy instead of just the cold lifeless vibrator. I started shoving it in and out of me, a little bit at a time and then a little more as I got warmed up and felt my butt start to get into it. In about three or four minutes, I was starting to really feel hot. I had one fingertip on my free hand massaging my clitty back and forth too. I threw my head back and just let the feeling flow as I played with myself. It felt so good. Moving the dick-dildo in and out of my butt was a great feeling, I have always like it, nice and slow and deep. It slid in sooooo smooth thanks to all the lube and stuff.
I gave myself a nice little climax and then slowly pulled the dildo out of me to catch my breath. I picked up the other dildo and held them next to each other. All of a sudden, it looked a little scary, actually. Somehow two round plastic cocks next to each other looked a lot bigger than I imagined.
But I took a deep breath, drizzled a bunch more oil on my butt, and touched the two tips to my opening. I nudged them both right up snug to my hole and then tried to slide the two tips in.
It didn’t work.
One or the other kept sliding off target, or my butthole wouldn’t open big enough to let them both in. But I kept at it, rubbing my clitty and getting the dildo really lubed up. I thought maybe I’d need to put one in me first, and then work the other one in.
That worked! I slid the bigger one in first, and then let it rest about halfway in. I took a few deep breaths, and tried to relax my butt as much as I could. Then I wriggled the other dick-dildo around where the other one went in, and slowly kept pushing in and out, until POP! The head of it popped right through my butthole next to the other dick-dildo! WoW!!!! It felt really really full! And it hurt a little too, I won’t lie. A tear came to one eye.
I let the two dicks sit there for a minute, adjusting and taking a few deep breaths. Then I started working them in and out together. That felt a little odd, I think, because of the size. So I thought I’d try something different – I lay flat on my back, and kept my legs bent and spread wide with my heels snugged up right against my butt. Then I took one dildo in each hand and started sliding them in and out about halfway, alternatively. One in, one out. Now THAT was an odd feeling!
I kept that up for a few moments, and felt an orgasm sorta sneaking up on me. I started moving them in and out a little deeper and a little faster and then the climax started. I let the feelings go and shivered though a really good cum, my hips shaking and my butt jumping off the floor. I rode it out for as long as I could and then slowly let my hands slow down and just pump in and out leisurely.
That felt good. I got a slow, methodical rhythm going where I pushed one dildo in nearly all the way and then pulled it out while I slid the other one in. I hunched my hips up at my hands and just kept sawing away at myself. I reached that plane of sexual excitement where you’re about 80% of the way towards an orgasm, and just kept it right there.
Twenty minutes later, I slowly pulled my rubbery boyfriends out of me with a wet schlucking sound and collapsed in a sweaty, oily, greasy mess. I’d cum three times and was getting sore. I lay there trying to catch my breath, feeling the cool air raise goosebumps on my skin.
Now that I knew I could do it, I started to formulate my evil plan to get Daddy and Spencer to both fuck me in my butt at the same time! LOL! I didn’t think it would take much. But I started to think about guys and how sometimes they get funny when their dicks touch. I’d noticed it at odd times in the past, where two guys would get all sort of quiet and look at each other funny. I didn’t quite understand it, I mean, they’re fine with each other both fucking a girl at the same time, but just let those nice cocks touch, and they get all squeamish. I guess you had to be a guy to understand it. Us girls weren’t that way, at least I wasn’t.
It just so happened that about two weeks later, Spencer was over at our house for dinner, and I decided to go into full-on slut mode for my two favorite men. I took a nice hot leisurely bath after school, and then cleaned myself out REEEEEEEL good back there. I oiled myself up real nice until my skin shined, and I put on a cute new garter belt that I’d bought downtown a while back, it was black with red piping along the edges and had nice smooth satin panels, and had four straps for each leg. I dug out a pair of my sexiest Cuban heel stockings, and rolled them on and attached them really carefully so’s I wouldn’t put a runner in them. I had some black ankle-strap Jimmy Choo’s with four-inch heels and an open toe, and I pulled out one of my short, flirty little plaid skirts to wear, and decided to wear a set of cool suspenders over my boobs to hold up my skirt. The straps more or less covered over my nips, unless I moved. Ha ha! By the time I was done, I looked pretty hot, if I may say so myself!
I walked downstairs, hearing Spencer and Daddy talking in the kitchen, and when I went in, they both sort of looked at me and their eyes went wide.
“WOW!” Spencer breathed, his smile showing that he thought I looked hot too. Daddy just goggled at me like he’d never seen a 13 year old girl tarted up and dressed like a slut in his kitchen! LOL!
“Boy, sweetie, you look just fabulous!” he finally croaked out. I just smiled at them.
“I wanted to look good and sexy for my two favorite men in all the world. You both work really hard to give me a good life and all, and I just wanted to show my appreciation. Maybe later . . .” and I winked “. . . I can show you both even more . . .” I finished, saucily. It was hard not to burst out laughing.
I helped them finish up the salads and then took the plates and silverware stuff out to the table in the dining room. I even lit two tall white candles that made the room smell like coconuts. We had a nice dinner, Daddy even held my chair out for me as I went to sit down.
“Here you are, madame, I hope the meal is to your liking” he grinned in a voice like an English butler.
“Thank you so much, Bartlett, I’m sure it will be absolutely fabulous” I smiled back at him, trying to sound like those women on the TV series on PBS.
We had roast beef, sliced real thin, in gravy, and mash potatoes, some mixed vegetables, and Daddy even fixed garlic breadsticks, ‘cause he knows I love them. I decided to flirt and be naughty. I picked up one breadstick and started licking it up and down like it was a penis.
“Ummmmm, I do so love these nice, hard, rods . . .” I giggled. I put the tip of it in my mouth and hollowed my cheeks to suck on it, watching both of them carefully. I wanted to tease them so bad.
I pushed the wet breadstick slowly in and out of my mouth. “Ooohhh, I think it’s leaking something . . . tastes salty . . . oh, it’s just butter . . . I wish it was nut butter!” I breathed in a low, husky voice. I could barely keep a straight face.
I spent the whole dinner flirting with them and doing my darnedest to get them all hot and bothered for me. I wanted to make sure they were charged up. I let gravy dribble from the corner of my mouth. I put a piece of roast beef on my tongue, saying “I just love to have a nice warm piece of hot meat in my mouth…” and stuff like that. They just kept looking at me and grinning like a couple of idiots.
Finally, dinner was over, and we cleaned the dishes off and just tossed them in the sink for later. I was pretty stuffed, but I really wanted to be stuffed even more, if you know what I mean! Daddy and Spencer and I went into the big den where Daddy works, and Daddy even lit a little fire in the fireplace to make it more romantic. There were two big overstuffed chairs on either side of a nice big sofa/lounger thing. I dragged them in, with one of their hands in each of mine, and made them sit down in the big chairs while I made room between them, and in front of the fireplace. I put some sexy dance music on my phone and plugged it into the speakers Daddy had on the walls. I turned down the lights so there was not much more than the fireplace, and then started to gyrate and wriggle in front of it, running my hands up and down my body and in general trying to mimic what I saw the older girls do in like, strip club scenes in movies and all. I shook my hips and bent over and waggled my ass in *front of them, it was so much fun. I kept teasing them, moving real close to one or the other and then shoving my ass or my boobs at them and then pulling away with a giggle whenever one of them reached out to touch me. They were saying things like ‘Julie, you’re such a cock-tease’ or ‘Hey babe, why doncha come over here and let me kiss you’ and that sort of stuff, so I know they were having fun playing the game too.
When I wriggled out of my suspender thingy and let my skirt fall to my feet and kicked it over the back of the sofa, I thought they’d both cream their jeans. I was down to just my garter belt, stockings, and heels. I continued to dance and rub on them for about five or so more minutes, until I finally was almost out of breath myself. I sat down on the carpet in front of the fireplace and made a big show of fanning myself.
“My gosh, I’m just so tired out now! I don’t know what might help me get my energy back. I think I need something warm and long and hard to suck on.” I made my pouty little girl look at both of them in turn. “Do you nice kind men have any ideas for me?”
As if on cue, they both stood up and walked over to me, zippers coming down. I smiled and reached out to each side, and was so thrilled to find nice, warm, hard cock meat in both hands! I leaned over to suck Daddy first, I took his hardening cock into my mouth, bathing it with spit and letting my tongue dance all over the warm head, tasting the salty tang of a drop of precum. I sucked hard, pulling blood into it, and then pushing my face forwards until the head of his penis struck the back of mouth, and then I swallowed hard with a ‘gurrrrrk’ kinds of sound, and pushed my nose right into Daddy’s belly. I had his entire shaft captured deep in my mouth.
He put his hands on my head and murmured.
“Oh god sweetie that is so heavenly! I don’t know how a little girl like you can-” and just then I swallowed hard, again, and he couldn’t even finish the sentence! He just sort of went “ommmmmmmm” and I smiled inside.
I sucked on Daddy for a minute or two, all the while still jerking slowly but steadily on the Perfect Penis in my left hand. When I was sure that Daddy was good and hard, and primed to fuck me really really good, I pulled off of his penis with a wet ‘smack’ of my lips, and turned my face to Perfection. I slowly fed his Supreme Shaft (my other pet name for his Perfection! LOL) into my wet and welcoming mouth, feeling his iron-hard rod and thick spermy veins between my lips and across the top of my tongue. Keeping my mouth really wet and full of spit, I sucked back and forth about four or five inches of him, my left hand holding his base and my right slowly stroking on Daddy.
It didn’t take long for my two men to be rock-hard and ready to go. I pulled off Spencer with a gasp and then started moving them around.
“Daddy, you lay down here” I motioned with my hand to the thick carpeting beneath my knees. I scrambled a little bit out of the way as he lay down, his erect penis pointing skywards. I maintained my firm grip on is as I scooted around and sat over it, facing Daddy. I slowly rubbed the head of his penis over my slit, but I was so wet down there it didn’t need much. I grunted and slowly sat down, impaling myself on my Daddy’s cock. It felt sooooo good sliding down on his shaft, the strong pink muscle parting my wet little folds like Moses parting the Red Sea. His head bulled into me three, four, five inches, and I sighed as I fully seated him inside of me. Where he belongs. My Daddy’s penis will always have a home in my pussy, no matter what – He created me, so he can use me for his pleasure anytime and in any way he want. I leaned over and wriggled my butt at Spencer.
“Ok, Spencer, please, do me in the butt. I’m all ready for you.” He could see, I’m sure, the sparkle of the lube protecting my little butt hole. I felt him slide up between Daddy’s outstretched legs, and then his strong hand on my butt cheeks, pulling them apart to fully expose my little hole. I tried to make it wink at him.
I felt the Perfection nudge up against my hole and spread the lub around, prepping me for the invasion to come. I was going crazy with lusty anticipation.
“Oh . . . alright already . . . please . . . Spence . . . shove it in!” I grunted at him, pushing my butt back.
The sharp pang of pain as he followed orders and pushed the first three inches of his Perfect Penis right up my butt made my eyes water for a second, and I cried out. But Daddy pulled me down and stuck his tongue in my mouth, and I went “ummmmmmmmmm” and kissed back, and then my two men went to work on me.
Not sure what it is about little girls, but Spencer and Daddy were poking me and poling me like there was some sort of prize for who could fuck the shit out of a little teenager the best. It didn’t take long for my first big orgasm to overwhelm me, Daddy’s cock rubbing on my clit always set me off within moments, and I shrieked out in joy and shivered as the climax ran through my body. Spencer’s Perfection was plundering my guts out in back, his hard rod sliding in and out of my rectum like, well, like it wanted to. I wriggled my hips and snapped my pussy back and forth as my men proved their love for me by fucking my little brains out.
All I could hear in the room was my lover’s heavy breathing, and the wet schlocky sound of their magnificent penises pistoning in and out of my body’s lower openings. I dripped gunk all over Daddy’s belly as I leaked. Our tongues dueled for supremacy in my mouth. Spencer held my boobs from behind, his fingers tweaking and twerking on my nipples, which of course brought another orgasm on and I could do little but sit there between my two fellas and ride out the storm. I came again, and then again a few minutes later, and I was sweating like a pig.
I needed to shift into my final drive for sexual ecstasy. I tried to slow the men down.
“W-wait . . . please . . . stop . . .hold on. . .” I gasped, trying to lift myself up off of Daddy without letting Spencer come out of my butt. But it wasn’t going to work that way. I hatched a plan.
“Spencer, you lay down.” He did, and I turned my back to him, reluctantly, and then settled myself down over his Magnificence. I held it steady, and popped him back into my butt with a wince and a sigh. I slowly lowered myself down over him, leaning back.
“Ok, now Daddy, I want you to fuck me in my butt too. Just put it in, please . . .” I pleaded. To my delight Daddy moved in between our four legs just like I wanted, and put his penis right up against us. I leaned way back, holding my legs out to the sides. I must have looked like a butterfly on a pin. My ass tilted up.
“Are you sure, sweetie? This could hurt, and I don’t-”
“YES, Daddy, I’m sure!” I breathed. “I want it! If it hurts too much I’ll tell you, ok?” and I tossed my head back and shivered with the nasty thoughts. Both my Daddy and my Spencer in my butt. Oh God! I thought.
Daddy put the tip of his penis right up against us and pushed. Nothing. He grunted a little bit, backed off, and moved up again. Pushed again. I felt the sharp pain of his attempt but my little butthole was simply not having any of it. Spencer was too big around.
“Spencer, if you weren’t so goddam huge I could get in there. . .” Daddy grunted, half in jest. Then he did something I hadn’t expected. He pulled back a little bit, and then aimed up just a bit and slid his entire length right up my pussy without a word! I shrieked in surprise, and wriggled my ass as I felt the strong firmness of my Daddy’s penis go up into me. He wriggled around inside me, soaking up my fluids and wetting his cock in my juice.
I clenched my muscles on him twice, and he moaned but then withdrew and positioned his now soaking wet and slippery penis at my lower entrance. He pushed. I willed myself to open. He pushed again. Harder. Not releasing.
Suddenly, the sharp piercing stab of his cock breached my little ring of muscle. I cried out. Yeah, fuck, it hurt like hell!
“Oh shit! Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. . .” I grunted, nearly delirious with the sudden intrusion.
“Honey! Are you-”
“Gawd yes, Daddy!” I breathed, wrapping my slim legs around him and pulling him in towards me even more. His cock slid farther up into me, sharing my butt with my Spencer. The red hot sun of pain in my ass radiated outwards. I rubbed hard on my clit, my ass vibrating and my pussy clenching. The three of us writhed around like some three-headed snake beast. Daddy and Spencer started shoving in and out of me in turn. Spence slid out, and Daddy slid in, all the way to the root. Oh god that felt good. The pain turned into a white-hot sexual frenzy. Daddy slid out, and Spencer slid in. I groaned and trembled and a giant orgasm seemed to well up from far up in my pussy and then exploded. I panted and moaned through the climax, my body clenching and clutching at my men.
Long minutes. Cocks, hard as steel, sliding in and out of my most private opening, slicing me open. My pussy and clit vibrated under my fingers as I wrung one, then two then three more gut clenching orgasms out of my body. Spencer squeezed my boobs from beneath me, pinching and pulling at my rings, kneading my nipples between his strong fingers. But it couldn’t last. I’d edged them for too long, they were both way to overcome with the decadence and nastiness of fucking my little teen ass together. I tried to convey my thoughts.
“Both . . . together . . cum in me. . .don’t pull out . . . please . . . both . . . in me-” I grunted between clenched teeth. I slammed my hips down onto Spencer and pulled Daddy fully into me and I felt and heard them both grunt and curse. Their cocks both pushed far up into me and then I felt the shudder and shake of their explosion and twin ribbons of hot, wet, salty sperm shot into me at virtually the same moment, their white steam painting my walls down there with soothing balm. I cried out just as they did. Over and over I felt them shooting their hot lava into me, my poor tormented ass accepting the liquid gratefully as it sloshed and filled my butt. I felt the huge gouts start to slide out of me through the increasingly slack opening that both Daddy and Spencer had so recently been plugging up.
We all groaned and quivered through our orgasms, finally collapsing in a heap, all three of our bodies just laying there, panting, sweating, leaking.
Then Spencer found his voice.
“Ummmm guys? I’m getting a bit crushed here, you know?” and I woke from my almost-stupor and Daddy leaned down to kiss me, and we untangled ourselves. Daddy slowly pulled from my crotch, and as his softening penis exited, a rush of goop and cum and what-not started to leak from my ass.
“Wait, let me grab a towel!” he muttered, and he straightened up and walked out of the den, returning just a moment later with some towels and a wet, warm washcloth. He held them to my crotch as I lifted up off of Spencer, who adroitly rolled over and out from under me.
My two solicitous men spent the next ten or so minutes soothingly wiping my damp and reddened crotch down with the warm cloth, and toweling me dry, massaging my sore muscles and just helping me come down slowly from my orgasmic high. It felt so good to be so loved, so thoroughly and completely loved and accepted, after our intensely insane bout of lovemaking. I shivered in the cool air, but they hugged me and kept me warm.
After a long time, as the embers in the fire started to burn down and the room got even darker, I finally found my voice.
“Oh my god. Oh my GOD!” I squeaked. “That was so fucking intense!”
“Watch your language young lady!” Daddy sternly but laughingly admonished me. I knew it couldn’t be too harsh, since I was sitting there on the sofa between them, soft and worn out penises in both my hands, leaning my head on Spencer’s strong shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. But really, I never ever thought it could be like that. I mean, it was so far beyond what I expected! When both of you were up inside of me like that, it was like I was on fire with orgasms, and my whole body kept on going and going, you know? I’ve never had orgasms like that before!”
“Well, so long as you’re not hurt . . .” he answered. We’d inspected everything down there, and there was just a tiny drop or two of blood, but my butthole had closed back up ok and apart from some soreness, I think I survived the ASSault, if you know what I mean!
I exhaled a long breath.
“Phewwww! That’s just too much cumming! I may never fuck again!” I said breathlessly. I heard both of their voices catch.
I let a dramatic pause go by.
“At least until tomorrow!”
Just after Thanksgiving, Spencer and I were at his apartment one night, and we were just cuddling on his couch watching Netflix after a nice dinner of Chinese food. I like Mongolian beef and egg rolls and egg drop soup. I forget what we were watching because it was only mildly interesting compared to the treat I had in my right hand. It was Spence’s Perfection, of course. I was stretched out on my front, with my legs bent at the knee. I had just a pair of satin boyshorts on, and Spence was in his fluffy warm robe. I had my head on his belly and just the very tip of his Penis in my mouth, and I was just ever so slowly jacking him back and forth while I sucked on the head. His right hand was draped down my back and tickling my butt and my pussyhole very lightly. We both enjoyed doing that, just keeping each other aroused and nearly on the edge of exploding, for a long time. Every now and then his hips would jolt a little bit and I’d taste a bead of pre-cum or something even a little saltier, but I didn’t want him to cum just yet. Same with me, every now and then my little coochie would grab at his fingertip and try to suck it farther up inside but he’d hold it steady and not let more than a little bit penetrate me. I was leaking like a sieve, of course so he had to bring his hand back up and suck on his fingers every now and then. I also turned my head and opened my mouth like a little birdie too, so he’d feed the wet fingertip to me and I could suck my own juices off. That was cool.
But there had been something flying around in my ditzy little mind for a while and I finally got the nerve to bring it up to Spencer.
“Hey sweetie, can I ask you a question?”
“You just did” he said with a smirk and a smile.
Sometimes I just wanna smack him, you know?
“I’m serious. Did you and another guy ever do a girl at the same time? In her butt, I mean. You know, both of you in her at the same time?”
“Umm . . . well, actually no. That’s pretty hard to do, you know. Any girls you see doing it in a movie are usually specially prepared and used to it, and the guys have to be too.”
“Why? What’s the big deal?”
“Well, c’mon. What do you think? That spot is not designed to have something that big, or I guess, TWO things that big, go into it. It can be painful and even damaging.”
“But it looks like fun.”
“I don’t think it always is. Again, those girls usually have to work at it to make it possible – stretching and keeping things clean and well exercised back there, you know?”
“I guess so. I was just kinda thinking about it.”
I let the subject matter rest for the moment. I had more important things to think about, like how much I was going to enjoy sucking on my boyfriend’s Penis and making him cum in my mouth. So that’s what I did!
Later that week while I was home I looked it up on the internet. I found some pictures and videos of it. It looked really kinky and sexy to me, I just couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have two dicks up my butt at the same time! I usually really liked it when I got fucked there, I think my butthole is like, super sensitive or something, maybe because that’s the first place I really got fucked in, don’t know.
I thought about how it would feel to have one penis going into me and one coming out at the same time. Sooooo, of course, being the curious girl that I am, I went up stairs and got out two of my more normal-sized dildoes. I picked ones that were soft rubbery ones shaped just like dicks, not hard plastic vibrators. I wanted DICKS in me, not plastic tubes. LOL!
First of course, I washed them off really good, Daddy had impressed on me how important it was to be clean with my toys and all. I did like, three enemas and cleaned my self out really really good too, of course. Then I put a big towel down on the floor and laid down on it, and put a pillow under my butt to aim it up better.
The first dick-dildo was easy. I lubed it up and slowly fed it into me. Closing my eyes, I pictured Spencer or Daddy instead of just the cold lifeless vibrator. I started shoving it in and out of me, a little bit at a time and then a little more as I got warmed up and felt my butt start to get into it. In about three or four minutes, I was starting to really feel hot. I had one fingertip on my free hand massaging my clitty back and forth too. I threw my head back and just let the feeling flow as I played with myself. It felt so good. Moving the dick-dildo in and out of my butt was a great feeling, I have always like it, nice and slow and deep. It slid in sooooo smooth thanks to all the lube and stuff.
I gave myself a nice little climax and then slowly pulled the dildo out of me to catch my breath. I picked up the other dildo and held them next to each other. All of a sudden, it looked a little scary, actually. Somehow two round plastic cocks next to each other looked a lot bigger than I imagined.
But I took a deep breath, drizzled a bunch more oil on my butt, and touched the two tips to my opening. I nudged them both right up snug to my hole and then tried to slide the two tips in.
It didn’t work.
One or the other kept sliding off target, or my butthole wouldn’t open big enough to let them both in. But I kept at it, rubbing my clitty and getting the dildo really lubed up. I thought maybe I’d need to put one in me first, and then work the other one in.
That worked! I slid the bigger one in first, and then let it rest about halfway in. I took a few deep breaths, and tried to relax my butt as much as I could. Then I wriggled the other dick-dildo around where the other one went in, and slowly kept pushing in and out, until POP! The head of it popped right through my butthole next to the other dick-dildo! WoW!!!! It felt really really full! And it hurt a little too, I won’t lie. A tear came to one eye.
I let the two dicks sit there for a minute, adjusting and taking a few deep breaths. Then I started working them in and out together. That felt a little odd, I think, because of the size. So I thought I’d try something different – I lay flat on my back, and kept my legs bent and spread wide with my heels snugged up right against my butt. Then I took one dildo in each hand and started sliding them in and out about halfway, alternatively. One in, one out. Now THAT was an odd feeling!
I kept that up for a few moments, and felt an orgasm sorta sneaking up on me. I started moving them in and out a little deeper and a little faster and then the climax started. I let the feelings go and shivered though a really good cum, my hips shaking and my butt jumping off the floor. I rode it out for as long as I could and then slowly let my hands slow down and just pump in and out leisurely.
That felt good. I got a slow, methodical rhythm going where I pushed one dildo in nearly all the way and then pulled it out while I slid the other one in. I hunched my hips up at my hands and just kept sawing away at myself. I reached that plane of sexual excitement where you’re about 80% of the way towards an orgasm, and just kept it right there.
Twenty minutes later, I slowly pulled my rubbery boyfriends out of me with a wet schlucking sound and collapsed in a sweaty, oily, greasy mess. I’d cum three times and was getting sore. I lay there trying to catch my breath, feeling the cool air raise goosebumps on my skin.
Now that I knew I could do it, I started to formulate my evil plan to get Daddy and Spencer to both fuck me in my butt at the same time! LOL! I didn’t think it would take much. But I started to think about guys and how sometimes they get funny when their dicks touch. I’d noticed it at odd times in the past, where two guys would get all sort of quiet and look at each other funny. I didn’t quite understand it, I mean, they’re fine with each other both fucking a girl at the same time, but just let those nice cocks touch, and they get all squeamish. I guess you had to be a guy to understand it. Us girls weren’t that way, at least I wasn’t.
It just so happened that about two weeks later, Spencer was over at our house for dinner, and I decided to go into full-on slut mode for my two favorite men. I took a nice hot leisurely bath after school, and then cleaned myself out REEEEEEEL good back there. I oiled myself up real nice until my skin shined, and I put on a cute new garter belt that I’d bought downtown a while back, it was black with red piping along the edges and had nice smooth satin panels, and had four straps for each leg. I dug out a pair of my sexiest Cuban heel stockings, and rolled them on and attached them really carefully so’s I wouldn’t put a runner in them. I had some black ankle-strap Jimmy Choo’s with four-inch heels and an open toe, and I pulled out one of my short, flirty little plaid skirts to wear, and decided to wear a set of cool suspenders over my boobs to hold up my skirt. The straps more or less covered over my nips, unless I moved. Ha ha! By the time I was done, I looked pretty hot, if I may say so myself!
I walked downstairs, hearing Spencer and Daddy talking in the kitchen, and when I went in, they both sort of looked at me and their eyes went wide.
“WOW!” Spencer breathed, his smile showing that he thought I looked hot too. Daddy just goggled at me like he’d never seen a 13 year old girl tarted up and dressed like a slut in his kitchen! LOL!
“Boy, sweetie, you look just fabulous!” he finally croaked out. I just smiled at them.
“I wanted to look good and sexy for my two favorite men in all the world. You both work really hard to give me a good life and all, and I just wanted to show my appreciation. Maybe later . . .” and I winked “. . . I can show you both even more . . .” I finished, saucily. It was hard not to burst out laughing.
I helped them finish up the salads and then took the plates and silverware stuff out to the table in the dining room. I even lit two tall white candles that made the room smell like coconuts. We had a nice dinner, Daddy even held my chair out for me as I went to sit down.
“Here you are, madame, I hope the meal is to your liking” he grinned in a voice like an English butler.
“Thank you so much, Bartlett, I’m sure it will be absolutely fabulous” I smiled back at him, trying to sound like those women on the TV series on PBS.
We had roast beef, sliced real thin, in gravy, and mash potatoes, some mixed vegetables, and Daddy even fixed garlic breadsticks, ‘cause he knows I love them. I decided to flirt and be naughty. I picked up one breadstick and started licking it up and down like it was a penis.
“Ummmmm, I do so love these nice, hard, rods . . .” I giggled. I put the tip of it in my mouth and hollowed my cheeks to suck on it, watching both of them carefully. I wanted to tease them so bad.
I pushed the wet breadstick slowly in and out of my mouth. “Ooohhh, I think it’s leaking something . . . tastes salty . . . oh, it’s just butter . . . I wish it was nut butter!” I breathed in a low, husky voice. I could barely keep a straight face.
I spent the whole dinner flirting with them and doing my darnedest to get them all hot and bothered for me. I wanted to make sure they were charged up. I let gravy dribble from the corner of my mouth. I put a piece of roast beef on my tongue, saying “I just love to have a nice warm piece of hot meat in my mouth…” and stuff like that. They just kept looking at me and grinning like a couple of idiots.
Finally, dinner was over, and we cleaned the dishes off and just tossed them in the sink for later. I was pretty stuffed, but I really wanted to be stuffed even more, if you know what I mean! Daddy and Spencer and I went into the big den where Daddy works, and Daddy even lit a little fire in the fireplace to make it more romantic. There were two big overstuffed chairs on either side of a nice big sofa/lounger thing. I dragged them in, with one of their hands in each of mine, and made them sit down in the big chairs while I made room between them, and in front of the fireplace. I put some sexy dance music on my phone and plugged it into the speakers Daddy had on the walls. I turned down the lights so there was not much more than the fireplace, and then started to gyrate and wriggle in front of it, running my hands up and down my body and in general trying to mimic what I saw the older girls do in like, strip club scenes in movies and all. I shook my hips and bent over and waggled my ass in *front of them, it was so much fun. I kept teasing them, moving real close to one or the other and then shoving my ass or my boobs at them and then pulling away with a giggle whenever one of them reached out to touch me. They were saying things like ‘Julie, you’re such a cock-tease’ or ‘Hey babe, why doncha come over here and let me kiss you’ and that sort of stuff, so I know they were having fun playing the game too.
When I wriggled out of my suspender thingy and let my skirt fall to my feet and kicked it over the back of the sofa, I thought they’d both cream their jeans. I was down to just my garter belt, stockings, and heels. I continued to dance and rub on them for about five or so more minutes, until I finally was almost out of breath myself. I sat down on the carpet in front of the fireplace and made a big show of fanning myself.
“My gosh, I’m just so tired out now! I don’t know what might help me get my energy back. I think I need something warm and long and hard to suck on.” I made my pouty little girl look at both of them in turn. “Do you nice kind men have any ideas for me?”
As if on cue, they both stood up and walked over to me, zippers coming down. I smiled and reached out to each side, and was so thrilled to find nice, warm, hard cock meat in both hands! I leaned over to suck Daddy first, I took his hardening cock into my mouth, bathing it with spit and letting my tongue dance all over the warm head, tasting the salty tang of a drop of precum. I sucked hard, pulling blood into it, and then pushing my face forwards until the head of his penis struck the back of mouth, and then I swallowed hard with a ‘gurrrrrk’ kinds of sound, and pushed my nose right into Daddy’s belly. I had his entire shaft captured deep in my mouth.
He put his hands on my head and murmured.
“Oh god sweetie that is so heavenly! I don’t know how a little girl like you can-” and just then I swallowed hard, again, and he couldn’t even finish the sentence! He just sort of went “ommmmmmmm” and I smiled inside.
I sucked on Daddy for a minute or two, all the while still jerking slowly but steadily on the Perfect Penis in my left hand. When I was sure that Daddy was good and hard, and primed to fuck me really really good, I pulled off of his penis with a wet ‘smack’ of my lips, and turned my face to Perfection. I slowly fed his Supreme Shaft (my other pet name for his Perfection! LOL) into my wet and welcoming mouth, feeling his iron-hard rod and thick spermy veins between my lips and across the top of my tongue. Keeping my mouth really wet and full of spit, I sucked back and forth about four or five inches of him, my left hand holding his base and my right slowly stroking on Daddy.
It didn’t take long for my two men to be rock-hard and ready to go. I pulled off Spencer with a gasp and then started moving them around.
“Daddy, you lay down here” I motioned with my hand to the thick carpeting beneath my knees. I scrambled a little bit out of the way as he lay down, his erect penis pointing skywards. I maintained my firm grip on is as I scooted around and sat over it, facing Daddy. I slowly rubbed the head of his penis over my slit, but I was so wet down there it didn’t need much. I grunted and slowly sat down, impaling myself on my Daddy’s cock. It felt sooooo good sliding down on his shaft, the strong pink muscle parting my wet little folds like Moses parting the Red Sea. His head bulled into me three, four, five inches, and I sighed as I fully seated him inside of me. Where he belongs. My Daddy’s penis will always have a home in my pussy, no matter what – He created me, so he can use me for his pleasure anytime and in any way he want. I leaned over and wriggled my butt at Spencer.
“Ok, Spencer, please, do me in the butt. I’m all ready for you.” He could see, I’m sure, the sparkle of the lube protecting my little butt hole. I felt him slide up between Daddy’s outstretched legs, and then his strong hand on my butt cheeks, pulling them apart to fully expose my little hole. I tried to make it wink at him.
I felt the Perfection nudge up against my hole and spread the lub around, prepping me for the invasion to come. I was going crazy with lusty anticipation.
“Oh . . . alright already . . . please . . . Spence . . . shove it in!” I grunted at him, pushing my butt back.
The sharp pang of pain as he followed orders and pushed the first three inches of his Perfect Penis right up my butt made my eyes water for a second, and I cried out. But Daddy pulled me down and stuck his tongue in my mouth, and I went “ummmmmmmmmm” and kissed back, and then my two men went to work on me.
Not sure what it is about little girls, but Spencer and Daddy were poking me and poling me like there was some sort of prize for who could fuck the shit out of a little teenager the best. It didn’t take long for my first big orgasm to overwhelm me, Daddy’s cock rubbing on my clit always set me off within moments, and I shrieked out in joy and shivered as the climax ran through my body. Spencer’s Perfection was plundering my guts out in back, his hard rod sliding in and out of my rectum like, well, like it wanted to. I wriggled my hips and snapped my pussy back and forth as my men proved their love for me by fucking my little brains out.
All I could hear in the room was my lover’s heavy breathing, and the wet schlocky sound of their magnificent penises pistoning in and out of my body’s lower openings. I dripped gunk all over Daddy’s belly as I leaked. Our tongues dueled for supremacy in my mouth. Spencer held my boobs from behind, his fingers tweaking and twerking on my nipples, which of course brought another orgasm on and I could do little but sit there between my two fellas and ride out the storm. I came again, and then again a few minutes later, and I was sweating like a pig.
I needed to shift into my final drive for sexual ecstasy. I tried to slow the men down.
“W-wait . . . please . . . stop . . .hold on. . .” I gasped, trying to lift myself up off of Daddy without letting Spencer come out of my butt. But it wasn’t going to work that way. I hatched a plan.
“Spencer, you lay down.” He did, and I turned my back to him, reluctantly, and then settled myself down over his Magnificence. I held it steady, and popped him back into my butt with a wince and a sigh. I slowly lowered myself down over him, leaning back.
“Ok, now Daddy, I want you to fuck me in my butt too. Just put it in, please . . .” I pleaded. To my delight Daddy moved in between our four legs just like I wanted, and put his penis right up against us. I leaned way back, holding my legs out to the sides. I must have looked like a butterfly on a pin. My ass tilted up.
“Are you sure, sweetie? This could hurt, and I don’t-”
“YES, Daddy, I’m sure!” I breathed. “I want it! If it hurts too much I’ll tell you, ok?” and I tossed my head back and shivered with the nasty thoughts. Both my Daddy and my Spencer in my butt. Oh God! I thought.
Daddy put the tip of his penis right up against us and pushed. Nothing. He grunted a little bit, backed off, and moved up again. Pushed again. I felt the sharp pain of his attempt but my little butthole was simply not having any of it. Spencer was too big around.
“Spencer, if you weren’t so goddam huge I could get in there. . .” Daddy grunted, half in jest. Then he did something I hadn’t expected. He pulled back a little bit, and then aimed up just a bit and slid his entire length right up my pussy without a word! I shrieked in surprise, and wriggled my ass as I felt the strong firmness of my Daddy’s penis go up into me. He wriggled around inside me, soaking up my fluids and wetting his cock in my juice.
I clenched my muscles on him twice, and he moaned but then withdrew and positioned his now soaking wet and slippery penis at my lower entrance. He pushed. I willed myself to open. He pushed again. Harder. Not releasing.
Suddenly, the sharp piercing stab of his cock breached my little ring of muscle. I cried out. Yeah, fuck, it hurt like hell!
“Oh shit! Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. . .” I grunted, nearly delirious with the sudden intrusion.
“Honey! Are you-”
“Gawd yes, Daddy!” I breathed, wrapping my slim legs around him and pulling him in towards me even more. His cock slid farther up into me, sharing my butt with my Spencer. The red hot sun of pain in my ass radiated outwards. I rubbed hard on my clit, my ass vibrating and my pussy clenching. The three of us writhed around like some three-headed snake beast. Daddy and Spencer started shoving in and out of me in turn. Spence slid out, and Daddy slid in, all the way to the root. Oh god that felt good. The pain turned into a white-hot sexual frenzy. Daddy slid out, and Spencer slid in. I groaned and trembled and a giant orgasm seemed to well up from far up in my pussy and then exploded. I panted and moaned through the climax, my body clenching and clutching at my men.
Long minutes. Cocks, hard as steel, sliding in and out of my most private opening, slicing me open. My pussy and clit vibrated under my fingers as I wrung one, then two then three more gut clenching orgasms out of my body. Spencer squeezed my boobs from beneath me, pinching and pulling at my rings, kneading my nipples between his strong fingers. But it couldn’t last. I’d edged them for too long, they were both way to overcome with the decadence and nastiness of fucking my little teen ass together. I tried to convey my thoughts.
“Both . . . together . . cum in me. . .don’t pull out . . . please . . . both . . . in me-” I grunted between clenched teeth. I slammed my hips down onto Spencer and pulled Daddy fully into me and I felt and heard them both grunt and curse. Their cocks both pushed far up into me and then I felt the shudder and shake of their explosion and twin ribbons of hot, wet, salty sperm shot into me at virtually the same moment, their white steam painting my walls down there with soothing balm. I cried out just as they did. Over and over I felt them shooting their hot lava into me, my poor tormented ass accepting the liquid gratefully as it sloshed and filled my butt. I felt the huge gouts start to slide out of me through the increasingly slack opening that both Daddy and Spencer had so recently been plugging up.
We all groaned and quivered through our orgasms, finally collapsing in a heap, all three of our bodies just laying there, panting, sweating, leaking.
Then Spencer found his voice.
“Ummmm guys? I’m getting a bit crushed here, you know?” and I woke from my almost-stupor and Daddy leaned down to kiss me, and we untangled ourselves. Daddy slowly pulled from my crotch, and as his softening penis exited, a rush of goop and cum and what-not started to leak from my ass.
“Wait, let me grab a towel!” he muttered, and he straightened up and walked out of the den, returning just a moment later with some towels and a wet, warm washcloth. He held them to my crotch as I lifted up off of Spencer, who adroitly rolled over and out from under me.
My two solicitous men spent the next ten or so minutes soothingly wiping my damp and reddened crotch down with the warm cloth, and toweling me dry, massaging my sore muscles and just helping me come down slowly from my orgasmic high. It felt so good to be so loved, so thoroughly and completely loved and accepted, after our intensely insane bout of lovemaking. I shivered in the cool air, but they hugged me and kept me warm.
After a long time, as the embers in the fire started to burn down and the room got even darker, I finally found my voice.
“Oh my god. Oh my GOD!” I squeaked. “That was so fucking intense!”
“Watch your language young lady!” Daddy sternly but laughingly admonished me. I knew it couldn’t be too harsh, since I was sitting there on the sofa between them, soft and worn out penises in both my hands, leaning my head on Spencer’s strong shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. But really, I never ever thought it could be like that. I mean, it was so far beyond what I expected! When both of you were up inside of me like that, it was like I was on fire with orgasms, and my whole body kept on going and going, you know? I’ve never had orgasms like that before!”
“Well, so long as you’re not hurt . . .” he answered. We’d inspected everything down there, and there was just a tiny drop or two of blood, but my butthole had closed back up ok and apart from some soreness, I think I survived the ASSault, if you know what I mean!
I exhaled a long breath.
“Phewwww! That’s just too much cumming! I may never fuck again!” I said breathlessly. I heard both of their voices catch.
I let a dramatic pause go by.
“At least until tomorrow!”
Chapter
47 - A Double-Stuffed Oreo
Well, needless to say, I didn’t fuck the next day. My poor little butthole was so sore I could hardly sit down! Luckily it was Sunday, so I had a day to recover before I had to go back to school. I didn’t want to spend the whole day squirming around on my desk! I sat in the tub in warm water for about two hours in the morning, and that made it feel better. I took a small hand mirror and craned my neck to see how badly I was beat up, but it was only really red around my butthole. There was no blood or anything ugly, thank goodness! I rubbed some soothing crème on it and then put on a pair of old cotton shorts and sat around the house most of the day. Daddy and I talked, and he was really concerned that I’d hurt myself, but assured him I was fine, just a little sore. I told him I wanted to practice making my butthole more stretchy, and he said that the best way to do that is to use larger butt plugs to help the hole get bigger. He said I had to be careful though, I didn’t want to lose the elasticity in my butt or I’d be wearing diapers again before I was supposed to! That was a bit scary. I had some lunch and then went on the computer to do some research.
I resolved to try to gradually let my butthole adapt to bigger and bigger stuff in it, and do exercises and all to keep it in shape. Butt crunches! LOL! I went on Amazon and ordered three new butt plugs, including one neat looking monster that you could pump up with air once it got in your butt! Whooooeee!
Spencer came over for dinner, and I cooked my guys a pot roast and mac and cheese. It was fun acting all grown up for Daddy and Spencer, making them dinner and all that stuff. I really enjoyed it. I know that Daddy worked very hard to give us a good life, and Spencer, well, Spencer was just about the best boyfriend EVER! So I made sure that when they were trying to relax and unwind, I did every thing I could to make their lives easier and better. After dinner, I threw all the dishes in the dishwasher and then ran upstairs to put on a little babydoll outfit. I had a feeling that regular sex in my ‘gina or butt would be out of the question tonight, but that still left me a very fun option!
I went back downstairs, and Daddy and Spencer were in the living room, and they’d just turned on a basketball game. I looked to see if it was the Ballers (see Part 28) but it was two other teams, so I wasn’t all that interested. I sat down on the couch between them and put my hands on their crotches.
“You guys seem awful over dressed! Do you like my outfit?” I said with a saucy grin. Of course, they both liked it! It was just a light gauzy pink thing that you could see EVERYTHING through. I spread my knees apart and brought my feet up to sit on the cushions.
“Whew! My poor little coochie is so sore! You guys really gave it a workout last night!” I smiled at them as I massaged their bulges. I was happy to see them start to firm up under my fingers. They were both squirming around a little bit, so I decided to go into high gear. I slipped to the floor in front of Daddy and pushed his knees apart so I could get in closer.
“Well, I need some dessert tonight, and I know just exactly what I want. Would you guys mind if I had some nice warm juice?” and I looked up at Daddy with love in my eyes. He smiled and beamed at me. I took that for a “yes”, LOL!
So I reached up and pulled his zipper down, and then reached into his drawers to find my prize. He was getting pretty hard, so I had to work a bit to extract his entire penis but I got it all out, and then said, “Scoot forwards, Daddy, so I can work on you!”. He did, and I leaned forwards and opened my mouth.
About four minutes later, I swallowed the last of Daddy’s half-dozen or so nice warm bursts of semen down into my tummy and licked my lips. Daddy had his hand on the top of my head, and he sighed.
"Oh, sweetie that is so good. You are about the best little girl a father could ever ask for!” he said. I looked up and dabbed at the small drop of sperm at the corner of my mouth.
“Daddy, you are the greatest Daddy any GIRL could ever ask for! I love doing that and making you happy!” I said with a smile. I cleaned off his penis and then softly and gently put it back into his pants, patting the zipper as I closed it up.
“Now you tell me if you need to be taken care of again, will you? OK?” I said as I moved over to Spencer. I looked up at my boyfriend.
“And you, my darling Spencer. You are the best ever boyfriend, and I’ll do anything for you, anything you want, anytime you want. I love you so so so so much!” I said, leaning forwards to nuzzle his prominent bulge. He put his hands on my head, and I purred like a kitten. I unzipped his slacks and pulled his Perfect Penis out, and just looked up at it, admiring the large, firm piece of muscle and blood that had given me so much pleasure. It stood tall and straight, the veins traversing its cylindrical shape visible, but not garish. The large, thick tube along the bottom, the one I knew carried his lovely life-giving sperms, was smooth and silky under my thumb’s touch. The broad head was rosy colored, flaring out with graceful symmetry above the rolled edge of his circumcision. I shucked the shaft up and down slowly, gently, pulling even more blood into the magnificent monument to maleness. Then I bent it down and pulled it into my mouth, my tongue nudging all along the shaft, swiping back and forth, spreading my spit all around the hard tube of flesh.
I sucked strongly on Spencer’s penis for several minutes, loving hearing his groans and moans under his breath as I performed for his pleasure. I kept eye contact with him as much as I could, so he could see how much his little teen girlfriend loved to suck on him. I winked at him at one point just as I sank my face down onto his penis as far as I could, feeling him butt up against the back of my throat, my ‘glurrrrk’ sound indicating his depth.
I could sense him getting close. I pulled up and somewhat reluctantly let his marvelous sperm cannon loose from my mouth, and then just licked up and down the shaft, my thumb caressing the very Tip of his Torpedo. I alternated and licking and talking, whispering to him.
“Ummmm-” {lick}
“this is the best” {lick}
“penis I’ve ever tasted” {lick}
“it’s just so handsome and strong. I love” {lick}
“your little V up here” {lick}
“where the ridge around your Penis” {lick}
“comes together you know that’s called the” {lick}
“frenulum and it’s supposed” {lick}
“to be the most sensitive-” and just as I whispered ‘sensitive’ I felt his Penis shiver and he grunted ‘fuck!’ and a warm, wet rocket of sperm shot up right out of the Tip of his Penis and splashed down across my nose. I squeaked and then rubbed with my thumb again, and another rope of semen blew out of his Tip and laid down in a long white line right across my cheekbone and up into my eye socket. I rubbed again, and I felt his Penis shiver a third time, and a white missile of man juice shot from his Tip and fell back against my other cheek and eye. I quickly popped up and stuck my mouth over the erupting volcano of his Penis, and jerked strongly to get the rest of his sperms out and into my mouth where they belonged!
He shook and shivered a bunch more times, each time sending a salty white stream of semen into my mouth. I let it all collect in there, until he finally sighed and his hips fell back onto the sofa, and I lifted up off his Penis, still holding the base firmly. I looked at him and opened my mouth so he could see all the marvelous goodness that he shot in there, and his lines of semen decorating my little teenage face too. I looked at Daddy and winked at him and he smiled back and me, and then I swallowed Spencer’s semen, gulping strongly at the warm, salty soup, feeling it slide wetly down my throat and into my tummy. I rubbed his Penis all over my face when I finished, smearing his warm sticky juice into my skin until I glowed in the light. Then, when I was all done, I tenderly tucked his Perfection back into his trousers and kissed the zipper as I closed it up.
“There. All good. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to take care of you earlier, my love” I said to him. “Don’t let it go so long, ok Spencer? As soon as you feel the need to drain your magnificent balls, you just let me know and I’ll take care of them, ok?” and I smiled at him. I turned to Daddy.
“Isn’t that right, Daddy? Isn’t it my duty as Spencer’s girlfriend to make sure he never gets swollen and sore down there with too much sperms and semen in his body? Isn’t that what I should be doing?”
He just smiled at me. “Well, you certainly seem to enjoy it, sweetie. I’m glad you do.” I laid my head down on Spencer’s thigh and closed my eyes in satisfaction.
A few minutes later, Daddy spoke up.
“Honey, do you remember Abe and his friends from the Army? They met you that Friday after Thanksgiving a year or so ago?”
I sure DID! Mr Abe and a bunch of his and Daddy’s friends from way back came over, and I modeled a bunch of my lingerie for them, and then they all screwed me in my butt and came all over my face, it was so sexy and dirty! (See Part 14 for all the gory details – rh)
“Yes, I sure do! My butt was sore for a week after they met me!” I giggled, my butt cheeks clenching in memory.
“Well, he’s going to be in town again in a couple of days, with a few friends, and he called me the other day and wanted to know if he could see you again. He thinks you’re a very very grown up and sexy and beautiful young lady, and-“
“YES!” I couldn’t even wait for Daddy to finish. “Yes! I wanna see him again! When are they coming? How many of them do you think they’ll be? Do you think they’ll want to me to model again? How long are they staying?” I was so full of questions and breathlessly looked up at Daddy with my eyes wide open.
“Whoa, whoa, just calm down young lady” Daddy smiled. “I think Abe said he’d be here around the 20th or so, and from what he said, he’ll be with James and Freddy, you remember them from last time, and one or two other men who you don’t know yet but he says were quite intrigued by his tales of meeting you last time. Does that sound like fun?”
“Sure does! I can’t wait!” I was giddy the whole rest of the night, just about. Next day, I started training my butt. I put in one of my bigger butt plugs, and wore it pretty much all day. I was a little sore that evening, but I thought it was going to be worth it. Then a day or so later, my inflatable plug arrived. Soon as I got home from school, I had to play with it. OMG! You put one end of it in you, and then there was this tube with a sort of pumper thingy on the end, and you pumped it up and the part of it up your butt got all bigger! I played with it for about half an hour, pumping it up and then letting the air out and then doing it again. It was wild.
So for the next bunch of days, as soon as I got home from school, I exercised my butthole. I made sure to rub some good shea butter cream on it every day as well, so it stayed all nice and soft. I also of course made Daddy fuck me in the butt about every other night too!
Finally, the big day when Abe and his buddies were supposed to come to town arrived! It was a Saturday, so I slept in late as I could and then just puttered around the house most of the day. Then I took a nice long hot bath and oiled myself up really good. I played with my dildoes for a while in the tub too, and then put in one of my bigger jeweled plugs. Then I had to pick out what to wear! Sometimes I wish everybody could just go naked all the time, it’d be so easy then, but then I thought about some of the people I know who I’m not so sure I’d want to see naked, like old Mr Kendricks at school, he’s one of the principals and is about ninety years old and weighs about six thousand pounds! UGH! LOL!
I remembered that Abe and his friends really liked when I modeled all my sexy underwears, so I went through my stuff, and found a really cute white lace garter belt and bra set that had satin panels and four straps for each leg, and the bra was cut waaaaay down low in a big circle so most of my boobies showed. I found a nice top that I could leave unbuttoned most of the way to highlight that. I must have gone through about thirty mini skirts until I found one that was just about perfect, it came down to just below the tops of my stockings, and when I sat down it rode up just enough to show hints of my stocking tops but not all of them. Daddy said we were going to meet the guys at Luigi’s, which was an Italian restaurant over on the other side of town near the interstate, and they were a family place, so I didn’t want to cause too much of a stir! LOL!
I brushed my hair and flossed my teeth and dabbed a little bit of perfume on and finally was ready! Daddy called up to me and I about fell down the stairs.
“Wow! Sweetie, you look fabulous!” he beamed at me. I blushed and twirled around so he could get the full effect. I felt pretty and sexy and quite mature. I suppose the butt plug underneath my mini might have added to that!
“Where’s Spencer?” He was supposed to have met us here.
“He called while you were getting dressed. He had a work emergency come up and had to fly to Chicago for a few days. He was very sorry and promised to make it up to you when he got back. He said it’d only be for a couple of days.”
I pouted. That was a bitch!
“Well, heck Daddy, that’s no fun. Here, take some pictures of me so I can send them to him and let him know what he’s missing!” I laughed, handing Daddy my phone.
I hope Spence didn’t look at those pictures anywhere risky, ‘cause they certainly were NSFW!
I couldn’t sit still on the ride to the restaurant, it took almost half an hour. Daddy and I talked about Mr Abe and his buddies and how they’d all been in the Army or something together, and then got into business when they got out and how Daddy knew them all and knew Mr Abe from college. He said they were all very good men and hoped that I’d pay them the respect they deserved. I promised I would, of course!
“Do you think they will like me?” I asked.
“Of course they will sweetie! You’re a VERY attractive young lady and you’re smart and sexy and personable, I’m sure Abe will be very glad to see you again, and I’m sure his friends will too!”
I thought for a second. “Do you think they’ll want to fuck me?”
Daddy looked over at me with a slight grin on his face.
“Who wouldn’t?”
“I think I might let them fuck me in the pussy. Would that bother you?”
“Not if that’s what you want. After all, you’ve let other men be in your pussy, haven’t you? I mean, apart from Spencer and myself?”
“Yeah, I guess so. Daddy, I think I’m gonna try to get two of them in my butt too. Will you watch out for me, like, if I scream or anything? Make sure I don’t pass out or anything?” I was a little anxious at the thought.
“Honey, I’ll make sure you’re OK. If you look like you’re really in pain or danger, you know I won’t let anything hurt you.:
“Ok, Daddy, I know. . . I’m just all excited!” I squirmed in my seat, and it wasn’t all just because of the butt plug.
We finally got to the restaurant, and Daddy held my hand as we went in. I was so nervous! We looked around as we came in the lobby place, and then Daddy saw Mr Abe and the other men all sitting at a table off to one side. He waved and Mr Abe got up and waved back and we walked over there. I could kind of feel every male eye in the restaurant looking at me, I have to say. I guess I was kinda blatant! LOL
Mt Abe and the other men all stood up as we got to the table, and Mr Abe gave me a big hug and almost lifted me up off the floor! I felt like a little rag doll in his arms.
“Julia, my goodness I’m so happy to see you again! My how you’ve grown up since last time!” he boomed at me in his deep voice, smiling.
I blushed. “Thanks, Mr Abe. I guess so. Do you like my outfit?” I asked shyly, spinning around a little for him. I’m sure he saw the garter belt and stockings.
“Oh yes, indeed! And my goodness, you’ve developed very well!” he nodded, his eyes locked on my boobs.
“Well, yeah, I guess so. I grew some boobs finally!” I giggled. “But then, I am 13 and a half now! I’m not a little girl anymore!”
“You certainly are not!” he said. Then he introduced me to the other men, each of whom gave me a warm handshake and a smile. There was Freddy and James, I remembered them from the first time, and the new gentlemen were Josh, Robert, Thomas, David and Albert. They all seemed very nice, they were super polite and very sexy men, all dressed really nice in suits and all.
We finally all sat down around the big table. It was a big circular one, with a red and white checked tablecloth that went nearly all the way down to the floor. The men ordered wine and I got a raspberry iced tea. Daddy and Abe started talking about business stuff, and I sorta daydreamed for a while as I looked at each man in turn. They were all very nice looking. Mr Josh was bald but he looked young and had a very nice smile. Mr Robert was a little older than the others, but he was kinda cute too. I caught Mr Freddy looking at me and he winked and I blushed again. I remembered his penis from the first time. It was very long and very thin and had the most amazing looking tip with his ridge and all.
I had a naughty thought. I looked around the restaurant for a sec, and then made like I dropped my napkin on the floor.
“Oh my goodness, I think I dropped my napkin!” I said and then wriggled down out of my seat and onto my hands and knees on the floor. I hoped I wouldn’t put a runner in my stockings, so I was extra careful. I snuck under the tablecloth.
There they were. Nine pairs of strong, masculine legs in their suit pants with shiny expensive shoes were arranged around the table. I went to the first pair on my left, which was James. I scooted myself in between his legs and pushed his knees apart. I could just imagine what his face must have looked like up above! LOL!
It didn’t take me long to reach up and pull his zipper down, and he got the idea by lifting his hips a little bit. I wormed my hand around inside his underwear and found a rapidly stiffening penis, that I pulled out to the fresh air. Well, almost fresh. It smelled like garlic bread under there . . . LOL!
I slowly licked up and down most of the length of the penis, feeling it hardening even further under my ministrations. I have always been gratified and happy to see a formerly soft penis get real hard when I was around. It made me feel sexy and very feminine to see that a man got turned on for me.
In any case, James’s penis got very hard and very delicious looking, so I sucked gently on the tip for a moment or so, and then carefully laid it down along his thigh.
I heard a groan from up above. No doubt Mr James was wanting more, but that’s what my plan was. I wanted to prime their pumps fully and get them all charged up and boiling so when it came time for them to explode, I’d be the recipient of everything they had to give. I made my way around the table the same way, licking and sucking on each dark, strong penis in turn, getting them fully hard and fully charged, and then moving on to the next one. I was sooooo bad! But they’d get their reward later on!
Of course, Daddy was the last man in my circle, since he was sitting to my right at the table. I was so horny by the time I got to him that I decided to suck him off completely, I needed my sperm! I know Daddy so well, and I know what gets him off really fast, so it didn’t take much more than two or three minutes and I was gulping down Daddy’s hot and salty spermies, trying to not make too much noise as I did. I heard Daddy groan as he came with his penis all the way down my throat, so I pulled back so I could taste him. Daddy shot four or five really good strong jets into my mouth and I gathered them up and played with the big mass of semen with my tongue. I wriggled my way back up into my chair and was pleased to see that all my men were staring with rapt attention at me. I looked around very slowly and solemnly at the rest of the table, and then with a big theatrical ‘gulp’, I swallowed Daddy’s cum load all at one time. I nearly had an orgasm as I did, and I heard a couple of the guys go “Damn!” and “Holy shit!” as I did. I leaned over and kissed Daddy on the cheek, and said, “Thanks for the appetizer Daddy, it was just what I wanted!” and smiled at the men around the table.
Just then the waiter guy came and took our orders. I had veal marsala with pasta on the side, it’s one of my favorites! The guys and I talked for a few minutes, they wanted to know how I was doing at school, who my favorite sports teams were, and that sort of stuff. But deep down, I was happy to see that they couldn’t take their eyes off me. It might be weird but I like being the center of attention. So we had our dinner, and after the food came all you could hear was chewing and swallowing and stuff. It was great food! Finally I just had a small bowl of sherbet for dessert, the guys had some pie and I think Daddy had a couple of kannolys.
Mr Abe insisted on paying the bill, and we all got up to leave. I was stuffed! I knew I’d have to work off some of that food after we got home! As we walked out to the parking lot, Freddy spoke up.
“Hey, is it all right for Miss Julia to ride home with us in the limo? It’s plenty big” and he pointed to a huge black SUV stretch limo.
Daddy looked at me. Mr Abe said, “Actually, that’s a good idea, there are some things I’d like to discuss with Julia’s dad here, and I’m sure she’d be bored to death listening to us old fuddy-duddies talking about business.
My heart skipped a beat! “I’d love to ride in the limo! Please Daddy, please please please!” I begged.
Daddy thought for a second, just to tease me, I’m sure. Then he grinned broadly.
“Oh, well, I guess it’s OK. So long as you’re not a bother to the guys.”
I looked at Daddy and then at the men standing by the long black limo. “Oh, I’m going to bother them all right!” I said saucily.
Daddy and Abe got into our car, and Freddy held the door open for me at the back of the big limo. I bent over to get in and of course felt at least two, if not three or four, big black hands pawing at my butt and helping me get in. I shrieked in mock alarm and tumbled into the dark interior of the limo, and the rest of the guys followed me in. There was a big bench seat at the back of the limo, and two smaller little benches along the other side, and a long bench behind the driver’s seat that of course faced backwards. Next to that was a tiny little sink with a fridge below it, and on the other side was a small flat screen TV.
“What’d you guys watch pornos on your way here?” I grinned with a sexy smile. “I bet that’s what you have on the TV.”
Freddy and Josh chuckled. “Heck, Miss Julia, why would we need pornos when we have you? You’re sexier than just about any of those porn stars.”
I blushed. “You really think so? I mean, heck, my boobs are just starting to come in finally, and I’m not very tall and blonde like they all are. Plus, my ass ain’t no big booty!” I laughed.
James said “Honey, those girls ain’t got nuthin’ that you ain’t got, and you got it better!” I smiled at him.
“Well, you’re so kind to say that. Do you really think my boobs are that nice?” I said, and reaching behind my neck, I undid the clasp holding the straps of the top of my dress, and pulled it down, exposing my boobies and my now-hard nipples. The men all smiled.
“Dayum, that is one fine set!”
“Honey, let me suck on that fine titty there, OK?”
“Wow, you got rings! That’s just too much!”, and stuff like that. I grinned at the attention, thrusting my shoulders back and my boobs out and shaking them at the guys. Then I pulled up the hem of my dress, showing the garters and stockings.
“But what about my legs? They’re not that long. Most of those porn stars are like, six feet tall!” I pouted.
“Sweetie, those are very pretty legs, and your stockings are super sexy!” Robert said, laying a long-fingered dark hand at the top of one stocking, his fingers sexily stroking the skin of my thigh just above my stocking top. I shivered.
“Oh wow, that feels good, sir!” I said, clutching at his bicep. It felt like an iron bar underneath his sport coat. “Wow, you sure have a big muscle!” I said, raising my eyebrow at him.
“That’s nothing. Look at this one!” he said with a grin, lifting his hips and pulling his hard black penis out from his drawers. I looked with wide eyes. Of course, I’d already seen it under the table, but the light down there wasn’t that good. Now that I could see it better, under the twinkling LED lights of the inside of the limo, I was very impressed. I reached out to wrap my slim, cool white fingers around it.
“My goodness, this IS nice!” I said breathlessly. Robert’s cock was about seven maybe eight inches long, and slim, with a gracefully shaped head at the top, that was a dark chocolate brown. The shaft was also colored dark brown and was smooth and silky under my fingers. It was rapidly hardening up as I slowly shucked it back and forth.
I looked around, and gasped. I literally gasped! Every man had his penis out and in his hand, and they were all just breathtaking! I looked around at the group. Some of the penises were already quite hard, some were soft and beginning to grow. They were all types and shapes – some were long and thin, some were shorter and thicker, and one or two were both LONG and THICK! I was in cock heaven!
“You guys are just so bad! But you have to wait. No cumming until I say so, right?” I tried to sound fierce and lay down the law. I heard murmurs of assent and also some good-natured grumbling.
“It’ll be worth it, I promise. . .” I whispered quietly, and then bent over to take the head of Robert’s fine looking penis in my mouth. He grunted and thrust his hips up, and I let three or four inches of him slide into my face. I sucked, and licked around the shaft, and then bobbed up and down a few times, giving him my best, but making sure I didn’t take him over the edge.
I spent just a minute or two on Robert, and then as I pulled up and smacked my lips, another dark brown pole smacked my lips, and I closed my eyes and slowly sank down on James. He was shorter, and a little bit fatter than Robert. I gulped and swallowed and pushed my face down, and within moments my nose was pressed into his belly, and his entire cock was buried in my face. He groaned.
“Ohhhhh sheeeeeeeeeet” I heard him mutter under his breath. “Too fuckin’ good . . .” and he shivered and I felt his cock quiver over my tongue. I tried to pull up but he had his hand on the back of my head and I couldn’t move much. I felt his penis give a tremor and a pulse went up the bottom of his cock that I felt on my bottom lip. I squeaked, and pulled my face up out of his lap, letting his trembling shaft pop out of my mouth as I held the base firmly. A big bead of rich, thick, salty African semen bubbled from the head.
“No! Stop! You’re not to cum!” I said, speaking directly to the misbehaving penis in my hand. “Now you stop that!” and I shook the shaft. The bead of precum flew off and struck me in the forehead, almost exactly as planned. I rolled my eyes up at it.
“Now look! You got it on my face!” I said to the dark pole right in front of me. I reached up with a finger to scrape the big drop of cum off, and then popped it in my mouth.
“Ummmmm . . . salty but sweet!”
“Oh man, Miss Julie, I’m sorry, but you were just too good for me to resist!” Poor James said to me, sounding like he was really sorry! I grinned at him. “You’re a bad man!”
I had to let go of his penis now, or I’d be the one who was sorry. Josh came to sit down on the other side of me, and so I spent a few moments with him. He kissed me and the feel of his strong lips on mine almost made me pee my panties, if I’d had any on. I felt a pair of lips on my right boob, and then I just closed my eyes and let the men handle me. I felt hands on my legs and boobs, and they massaged my ribs and my calves, and I felt a warm finger probe delicately at my opening, and I’m sure whoever it was was surprised at the wetness I was pushing out of my pussy on his finger.
I moaned deep in my throat at the feeling of all those big strong men just pawing at me, their hands sliding and slipping around on my body. I wriggled and shook with the pleasure. I let whoever it was playing with my pussy continue, my hand on his wrist to keep him there, and I sighed gently after a moment as a warm climax washed over me and my legs shot out.
“Unnnnnhhh!” I grunted as the orgasm pulsed through me. I was well on my way to a second when I heard the car slow. I dreamily opened one eye and saw that we had come to my house. Daddy’s car was already in the driveway. The big limo pulled up to the house and we all started to make ourselves a little more presentable. I pulled the top of my dress up over my boobs as I sat up. I found the shoe I’d lost. I heard zippers being pulled up, hiding my magnificent penises from view. Boo Hoo!
We all piled out of the big car and as we walked around to the front of it, I had a thought.
“Hey, what about the driver guy? Does he have to stay out here?”
The men all looked at each other. Freddy walked over to the driver’s window, I was right behind him with a curious look. He tapped at the window, and it wound down with that electric sound they make.
The driver was another black man, but a young guy, just barely out of his teens, I’ll bet.
“Hey man, you want to join us inside? This fine young lady here is gonna entertain us all.” Freddy said to the guy.
He was silent for a moment. Probably not sure if he was dreaming or not.
“You paid up for the whole night. You sure it’s ok?” and he looked back at Freddy. Freddy looked at me. I looked at the driver. And then smiled at him.
“Sure. You’re a nice guy, right?” and he said, “Yes, ma’am, I am” and Freddy said, “Don’t you worry none, Miss Julia, we’ll take perfect care of you, don’t you fret!” The driver opened his door and stepped out and I got a good look at him. He was ok looking, about 6 feet tall maybe, with a small goatee beard. He looked at me and whistled.
“Man, this is something else! I can’t hardly believe it!”
“Boy, this girl here is something special, let me tell you. She’s smart as a whip too, so don’t layin’ no bullshit on her. Treat her right and she’ll blow your mind. And maybe even something else!” Freddy said with a laugh. I lightly punched him on the arm.
“You’re bad, Freddy! Making this poor guy suffer.” I said with a laugh. I hooked my arm in his and we all walked up the path to the front door and went in. Daddy and Mr Abe were already there, of course, and they were talking in the living room. Daddy had brought out his camera already, and moved the furniture around in front of the fireplace so that there was a big space with one of our huge comforter blankets laid down on the rug. Daddy had put a big bottle of champagne or something in a silver bucket on a stand, and there were a bunch of slim little glasses on the table next to it.
Daddy started handing out the glasses, and when he came to me, he said, “I think it’s OK for you to have a little bit of champagne, honey. It’ll help you relax, and I’ll make sure you don’t over-indulge. You should always drink responsibly, you know.”
I nodded at him. “I know, Daddy. That’s what they say in all those commercials where they want you to buy their beer and stuff.” I held out one of the small glasses (I found out they’re called ‘flutes’, but they don’t look like the flutes they have in band!) and Daddy filled it about halfway. I took a tentative sip. I have had champagne in the past, but I wasn’t crazy about it. This version though, didn’t taste all that bad. It was really bubbly and cool, and felt good going down my throat. When it hit my tummy, I started to feel all warm inside. I finished my half-glass, and held it out to Daddy.
“Hit me.” I said with a laugh. He looked at me for a second, smiled, and then poured another half glass for me. Then he went around and filled up everybody else’s glasses too. Mr Abe stood up.
“Gentlemen, I propose a toast to our young lady hostess tonight, and to her beauty, grace, and intelligence. May she always be forever young!” he said, raising his glass, and all the other men did too, saying “Here, here” and “yeah man” and stuff like that. I blushed a little bit with all the attention but took another sip of the champagne. I was starting to like this stuff!
Then all of a sudden, I heard some music start to come out of the speakers. I guess somebody started playing songs, it was a sexy dance number that I started swaying my hips to without even realizing it. I was talking to Mr Abe and Freddy about stuff, and they both stepped away and looked at me with a glint in their eyes.
“You go girl! Show us the moves!” Freddy laughed.
I put down my flute and started to dance around, swaying my hips and doing like I saw the girls do in music videos and stuff. I wasn’t half bad, I guess, because in a few moments, the guys were all clapping along and whistling and going “hoo hah!” and that sort of stuff. The more they appreciated it, the more relaxed and into it I was getting. I enjoyed performing for them!
I went down onto my hands and knees and lifted one leg up in the air behind me, and then twirled around to sit on my butt and spread both legs out like in a split, but up in the air. My skirt flew open of course, and the guys all saw my goods, and that made them really sit up and take notice! LOL
I reached up and put my hands under my boobs and held them, and then ran my index fingers over my nipples, to make them even harder than they already were. I flipped my hips up and down, and then twirled again and stuck my butt up in the air, and now, the guys all say my red jeweled plug that I had in back there. I reached around behind me slowly, and started playing with the plug, spinning it around and pulling it out a little bit and then pushing it back in, I was having fun teasing the guys! Then I slowly, really slowly, pulled the butt plug out of my behind, and I felt the cool air on my butthole for a second before it closed back up. All the guys were crowding around behind me, trying to get a good look at the show. I ‘twerked’ my hips at them, and they went wild.
I turned my head and looked up at the gang of black men behind me.
“I wouldn’t mind if you guys all gave me a kiss!” and wriggled my butt at them. Suddenly, there was a mad rush as the guys all dropped to their knees behind me. I turned my head back forwards and dipped my forehead to the floor beneath me. I felt two strong hands sort of peel my butt cheeks apart, and then a warm, wet tongue slid across my butthole and I shivered. That felt good! The tongue, whosever it was, swiped up and down and across my butt, and then I felt lips kiss my hole. The hands went away, and another set came down, and this time the tongue felt hard and pointed as it teased at my butthole, pushing in a little bit, making me moan in response. The tongue fucked into my butthole a few times, and then I got a second kiss, and the cycle continued. I guess each man in turn came in and either kissed my butthole really nice, or tongued it up good, and one guy, don’t know who, even bit my butt cheek gently! That made me jump and giggle.
I finally pulled away from the guys, they were making me too crazy! I rolled around on the floor for a sec and then pulled myself up until I was dancing and swaying right in front of them to the hypnotic, sensual music playing. They were all in a line, my beautiful black men, and Daddy was off to the side filming the whole thing! I undid my top and shrugged it off, and just had my bra and skirt on. I reached around behind me to unsnap the bra, and coyly let it fall away from my boobs into my hands. I tossed it aside then, still gyrating and moving to the music. Now I just had my mini skirt on over my garterbelt and stockings, and my shoes of course. I spun around and let the skirt fly up again, showing them my fancy sexy underwear. Then, as the music sort of died down, I unsnapped the skirt and wriggled it down my legs until it pooled at my feet, and I kicked one foot up and flung the skirt right at Mr Abe! He caught it with a laugh.
As I had been dancing and showing off, the guys had been taking their own clothes off, until they all stood before me, nude and breathtakingly erect. There is something really sexy about a line of strong, fit men, all hard and pointing to the sky, their penises firmly established, waiting to plunder a little girl’s body. Like mine!
“I’m about ready, how about you guys?” I breathed, sexily. There I stood, a nearly naked young teenager, only some flimsy lingerie between me and nine sexy beautiful black men, and my breath caught in my throat as I realized I was about to be thoroughly ravaged.
I went to my knees in front of the line of men. Reaching up, I popped the first penis into my mouth and let my tongue bathe it in spit, getting it wet and slippery and hard. I slowly shucked the shaft, feeding more and more of it into my face. When I was sure he was ready, I released him and moved on down to the next man. It took me a while but I sucked each and every one of their magnificent cocks right into my throat and gave them all a good soaking tongue bath. Just as I finished at Abe, the last man I did, I felt a pair of hands on my hips, bending me over and a strong hard penis nudged at my pussy lips.
“You good with this, honey?” Abe said down to me, his eyes twinkling, obviously remembering my reluctance at letting them in my coochie last time.
I looked up at Abe with wide brown eyes, and slowly nodded my head.
“You can do anything you want with me, Mr Abe, anything at all. I’m all yours.”
Just then, the hard shaft at my opening pushed in nearly all the way and knocked the breath right out of me with a ‘whooosh’! I felt strong arms hold me up, and the penis in my pussy started pistoning in and out with a strong, forceful manner. I wriggled my hips and moved around to make sure that he hit every bit of my young pink tunnel. I got picked up and carried over to the couch, and whoever was fucking me grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. I looked up, it was Josh. He smiled at me and started pistoning in and out of me very nicely. I felt my wrists being captured and soon enough my hands were fisting two other cocks, and I felt hands all over me, rubbing, pinching, squeezing, my boobs, my legs, my feet, I felt a penis being rubbed along my cheek, leaving a long wet smear of precum, and I just closed my eyes and let my body be used for their pleasure.
The cocks in my hands pulled away and were replaced by two others. Josh pulled out of me with a wet ‘schluck’ing sound and another of the men, I think it was David, positioned himself at my pelvis and slid his warm hard shaft into me. His thumb went to my clit and started rubbing slowly in a circle, and about ten seconds later I blew off into my first orgasm (or was it my seventh? I just lost count!) and my legs shook and my belly rippled as I moaned around the penis swabbing at my lips.
After a few minutes, I felt the guys shift around, and I found myself riding over the really hard and long, thin cock of Albert. I had a cock in my mouth, and two in my hands, bent over Albert and rocking my hips up and down on his penis. I felt the nudge at my butthole that indicated that I was soon to be fully airtight. I wriggled my hips back and encouraged the anal attack.
The sharp pang of entry was soon replaced by that ephemeral feeling I get when I’m just totally sexed out of control and my regular mind shuts down and I turn in to just a pussy and mouth and ass being fucked out of my mind. The hard shaft at my butt slid in and started slowly sliding in and out, rubbing up against Albert in my pussy through the thin space between those two marvelous black cocks. I orgasmed again, drooling spit and slime out of my mouth as the penis withdrew and was replaced by another, I think it was the driver this time. This penis was not circumcised, and I felt the skin sliding back and forth across the tip of his shaft as he slid in and out of my young mouth.
Fingers were pinching and squeezing my nipples, and slapping my butt cheeks, making them red and hot. I moaned again as my clit rubbed against Albert’s hard pelvis. I felt the penis in my butt hole push far inside of me, and the groan died in my throat as the penis there spat a sizable rope of wet salty sperm down into my tummy. The driver moaned and grunted as he orgasmed, and I felt good.
As he pulled his wet, slime-soaked penis from my mouth, I dipped my head and swallowed roughly to clear my throat of the goop. I tried to find my voice.
“Ahhhh . . . fuck . . . that feels good. . .” I muttered like an idiot. I turned to the man behind me. James. He was in my ass, rearranging my guts with his iron hard poker.
“Unh . . .unh . . .” I grunted in time with his thrusts. “Two. . .put two in me. . .slowly. . .” I whispered, looking him right in the eyes.
He shifted over his left, and I felt his cock bend my intestines in a direction they didn’t normally take.
“Not too. . .big. . .ok?”
Freddy slid in next to James. His long thin cock would be perfect. He placed the tip of it right at the junction of James’s cock and my ass, and pushed.
I screamed. I can’t lie. It hurt like hell. I shuddered and Albert looked up at me with a bit of worry in his expression, but I closed my eyes and grunted and bore down.
“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” I moaned through my gritted teeth. Freddy pushed in another inch.
I groaned out loud.
“Too much?” I my fog of pain/pleasure, I don’t even know who said it.
I shook my head. “No. . . just. . .wait. . .fuckme. . .” I consciously tried to relax my ass and push back a little bit.
Freddy reached out and slowly stroked my hip and side, calming me. I shivered.
He pushed in another inch or two, and James pulled back a bit. The friction of the two hard black shafts suddenly moving in opposite directions through my tiny teen asshole must have triggered some bizarre neural switch because all of a sudden a sharp orgasm shot through me, centered right at the black hole of my ass and I cried out and almost collapsed on Albert’s chest. He hugged me down and held me as I shook and quivered and cried through the orgasm, my pussy clenching at his steady, full penis, fully sheathed in my wet pink walls.
Freddy stroked in again, and James pulled back. Then they got into an alternating rhythm and I turned the pain into a dreamy sort of hypnosis and my ass relaxed and my pussy squirted something onto poor Albert’s tummy. I raised my head, and found a penis at my lips, and I opened hungrily as it slid in and started moving back and forth across my lips. My hands reached out and found two more hard black shafts, and I realized that I was fully plugged and enjoying six hard cocks at the same time! Wow! My mind blew off again and I started on a climax that seemed to last for ten minutes. I moaned and groaned and cried and whimpered and grunted and was just a sex pig for these men. Albert came, at least I think he did, and I was tossed backwards as Freddy slipped out of me and I ended up sitting on James. I fell sideways, and he lifted my leg up out of the way and pushed me up off his cock and then slid right up my pussy, lubricated by the load that Albert had just dumped up there. Another black cock slid smoothly up in to my ass. My legs were pulled in opposite directions, my hips moved of their own accord.
Now my ass was full of Josh and David, I think. OMG! OMFG! They both started fucking me at the same time, they’d push in to me while James pulled his cock out of me until the head nestled just inside my lips. Then they’d both pull back at nearly the same time, and James would push in and bang against my womb. I went mad with ecstasy. I couldn’t believe the feelings that generated in my little butt, it was like an orgasm bomb went off in me about every thirty seconds or so. Then after a bit, Josh and David both pushed into me all the way and I felt their cum rattle my bones. Both magnificent African penises expanded and shot huge streams of wet sperm right into my brain, it seemed. Their cocks pulsed and blew out rope after rope of white lava, soothing my ravaged interior, sending me into yet another paroxysm of joy. I felt like I was getting a cum enema. They grunted and sweated and cursed above me, their bodies shivering in climax just like mine was. Then, when their tanks were empty and they’d given me all their lovely semen, mine forever, they both slowly pulled out of me. When they were free, they both moved around to gently kiss my cheeks and pet my head. I smiled up at them around the black stalk in my mouth.
My ass didn’t stay empty long. Two more cocks lined up at the entrance, I think they were Albert and Freddy. I didn’t know if I’d survive another two-dick assault. But my men hugged me and held me and soothed me, and I found myself gulping down another batch of salty semen from a cock in my mouth, and then someone brought a flute of that champagne to wash the gunk down with, and the cool liquor felt good as it washed down into me. My ass once again survived the Attack Of The Two African Cocks, and they started pounding into me, establishing the same rhythm as before. I twerked my hips and moved around, skewered on the three dicks inside of me like a fish on a hook.
I closed my eyes and dipped my head and took a deep breath as they men worked me over. I was so stuffed with cock that I felt like a rag doll. Minutes passed, I came, and came again, and I think I peed on poor James but there was so much sweat and cum and gunk already all over me that you could hardly tell.
Again, my ass was bathed in the simultaneous orgasms of the two grown men ravishing my backside, their cocks pushed in and pulsed and fired out tremendous gouts of semen, smearing my walls yet again with their cum, I thought I’d be tasting it any second. My ass squelched and squawked and made a lot of rather un-ladylike sounds as those hard shafts kept shooting, over and over, until they too emptied out and had transferred the content of yet another two sets of big masculine balls into me.
Cocks continued to slide up into me, randomly. I lost track of who was where. I’m sure each man had my ass and my pussy, and probably my mouth. I was sweating and cussing, the cuss words just falling out of my mouth like scrabble tiles.
James finally orgasmed in my pussy, his long, dark cock spitting gallons of hot wet sperm right at the mouth of my womb, bathing my cervix in numerous jets of batter. I felt him wriggle out from under me. I fell sideways.
The cock in my mouth shivered and my tongue was drowned in white sperm, the rich salty thickness soothing my throat and sliding wetly down into my stomach.
I felt a slap of sperm across my cheek as a penis to my right decorated my teen face with its offering.
I felt sperm sprayed across my back. It dripped from my tits. It soothed my red and sore ass.
The men were insatiable. I was dripping semen from both lower holes, my butt hole permanently blown open to the size of a silver dollar. The guys took turns looking up into my colon, the pink walls of my lower intestines running with tendrils of white semen.
I was in a daze. Seconds after an orgasm faded, another one would strike, my body shaking with desire and pulsating with millions of volts of sexual energy. Sweat poured off me, and the men as well. The musk of sex permeated the room.
Then, finally, I was pushed off whatever cocks were in my lower holes and felt myself being lowered to my knees. I folded my legs under me, sperm dripping from both openings onto the blanket below. I looked up with eyes barely registering. All I saw were thick, hard, black penises being fisted and jerked, pointing at me. I moaned.
I couldn’t tell who came first. Not sure, it all happened so fast once it started. The first rope of sperm blew across my left cheek and into the eye on the other side of my nose. Quickly, a jet splashed across my forehead and dripped down to the hair above my ear. My mouth opened like a little bird, and a wet missile flew in, smacking my tongue. I gulped it down, and my lips were pasted shut by a line of white glue. My left eye socket was suddenly filled, the white curtain blinding me temporarily. I felt blasts of hot wet sperm fly across my face, my nose, my chin, down onto the slopes of my breasts, it was covering me, and I reveled in it.
Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled backwards again, and I saw Mr Abe position himself between my legs. He had an ankle in each strong hand and held my legs up and out in a big “V” beneath him. I was covered in sperm and sweat and goop, but he looked at me like I was a supermodel right from the cover of Vogue or something.
“Sweetie, I’ve been waiting to do this forever. I haven’t had the pleasure yet. . .”
“You- you haven’t fucked me yet?”
“No. I’ve been waiting. I got a load built up in me that’s gonna swamp your sweet little puss, and I’m gonna put it there soon.”
I could hardly believe that all the time that I’d been getting fucked every which way from loose, by all the guys, that Abe had stood back and waited his turn. Waited to fuck me after I’d been spermed repeatedly over what seemed to be every inch of my body from his buddies.
I looked down between my legs. I remembered Mr Abe had a HUGE cock, I think it may be the biggest I’ve ever had, apart from my 13th birthday with those three freaks of nature! It was easily 10 inches long, and thick, thick as my wrist, and the dark purple head was the size of a plum. He fisted it slowly, easily, and I was hypnotized by its’ power.
Mr Abe rubbed the head up and down my pussy lips, lips that were awash in runnels of sperm floating down my body. My pussy was red and sore from the pummeling that it had already taken, but I wanted Mr Abe in me, wanted him in me real bad.
“Oh please, Mr Abe, please, put it in me, I want you, I need you, I want to feel your big black cock-” and I had to stop and shriek because Mr Abe pushed all 10 inches of his iron-hard black rod straight up into my poor little puss in one big thrust. I gasped and cried out and reached up to hug his strong shoulders, and I let my self hang from him as I wrapped my legs around his midsection, locking my ankles behind him above his butt. He started thrusting into me with measured strokes, all the way in, all the way out, all the way in, over and over again. It only took about ten strokes, and I exploded in what could only be called a pussy-powered orgasm that seemed to start way up in my ovaries and then ripple down across my belly. I saw stars, and planets and super nova and comets behind my eyelids, my clit exploded in pleasurable jolts of electricity. I grabbed at Mr Abe even stronger as he rocked my little body back and forth below him, his strong hips bouncing me on and off his cock like I was a 103 pound Fleshlight.
“Hows-that-feel-little-girl-you-got-a-strong-black-cock-right-in-you-now” he grunted, each word punctuated by a thrust into my pussy.
“My-cock-gonna-split-you-wide-open-soon-and-I’m-gonna-dump-my-sweet-black-sperm-right-into-your-babyhole”
“YES! YES! Do it! Do it, Abe do it!” I yelled back at him, fully into it now, wanting this tall, handsome black man to use my little teen body for his pleasure and spray his hot, rich baby making sperm into me like I was a trophy.
Abe fucked me for hours. Hours, it seemed like. I came so many times I think I passed out. I remember being tossed around on his magnificent penis like a butterfly on a pin. He’d thumb my clit and push his huge pole up into my guts and circle his hips around and my pussy would convulse around him. I cried, real tears, my eyes finally washing some of the cum crusted around them away, leaving clear trails down my cheeks through the coating of drying white sperm.
He leaned down and locked his lips to mine, sending his tongue like a mini-penis bulling into my mouth and knocking my own around like it was a clapper in a bell. I sucked strongly at, wishing somehow I could have his cock in my pussy and my mouth at the same time. I vowed to suck him off next time.
But I guess my tight, wet, slippery teenage pussy was too much for him, because finally he groaned and looked down at me.
“You ready for my cum, little girl?” he boomed at me.
I nodded up at him, wide eyed and hopeful.
“You ready for me to squirt my babymakers up into your little white pussy, girly?” he growled again, mixing in just the right amount of ‘thug’ to make his actual gentlemanly manner seem foreign.
I nodded again, my eyes begging him to release.
“You ready for my nigger cock to spray your tiny little egg with so much nigger sperm she gonna drown in all that cumjuice?”
Oh fuck, that made me cum again. I couldn’t help it. The fantasy of the strong black buck had been playing in my mind for hours. Innocent plantation daughter in crinoline, raped by the mean black slave while Massa Daddy off at the war. Tiny urban schoolgirl, kidnapped off the street and raped by the drug gang. All the mean, brutish, dirty, nasty things I could think of, things that no girl or woman REALLY wants to have happen to her, but can spend hours dreaming up scenarios about, bounced around in my head.
“Well OK then here it COMES!” he grunted above me and pushed himself fully into me, and I felt my cervix pulsate and the blinding pain exploded behind my eyes as he popped through my artificially-widened opening and the tip of his tremendous cock pushed into my tiny teenage womb, the flared head lodged deep inside, and his balls squeezed, and a rope of hot, steamy, salty black cum flooded my uterus like a firehose spraying white paint. He grunted again, and his hips jerked, and a second huge pulse blew out, whitewashing the walls of my chamber again, and he reared back and tossed another, then a fourth, and a fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth huge jet of cum into me as I exploded again beneath him, and this time I did pass out.
I woke with a cool cloth wiping gently across my face, cleaning the sperm and sweat and tears from it. Freddy was kneeling by my side, gently caressing me as he cleaned. Abe was arm-locked above me, looking solicitously down on me as a recovered from my orgasmic stupor. His voice was gentle as a feather falling on a cotton ball.
“Sweetie, are you ok? You’re not hurting, are you? You’ve been out for nearly five minutes. Just wouldn’t wake up.”
My pussy throbbed. In fact, my whole body throbbed. It felt like I had a telephone pole shoved up my vagina. I looked down at my belly. I could see a bulge there. ‘Oh fuck, he actually HAS fucked a baby up into me’ I thought for a second, while I was still insane from the pleasure. Then I realized his immense penis was still in me. I had a belly bulge from it. I looked up at him through the slowly dispersing fog.
“Are you. . .still in me?” I asked with a tremor in my voice.
“Yeah. I was afraid to pull out and hurt you while you were out.”
I pulled Mr Abe’s head down to kiss him on the mouth.
“Thank you, Mr Abe, and thank your friends. I hope they liked me.”
“Are you kidding? Sweetie, those men out there would jump in front of a bullet for you now. You’ve got them wrapped around your little pinkie for the rest of your life!” he laughed, as he held my hand and we walked back out to the living room.
It’s a good thing that. . . well, I’d had so much sperm dumped in me tonight, it’s a good thing that birth control pills work!
Well, needless to say, I didn’t fuck the next day. My poor little butthole was so sore I could hardly sit down! Luckily it was Sunday, so I had a day to recover before I had to go back to school. I didn’t want to spend the whole day squirming around on my desk! I sat in the tub in warm water for about two hours in the morning, and that made it feel better. I took a small hand mirror and craned my neck to see how badly I was beat up, but it was only really red around my butthole. There was no blood or anything ugly, thank goodness! I rubbed some soothing crème on it and then put on a pair of old cotton shorts and sat around the house most of the day. Daddy and I talked, and he was really concerned that I’d hurt myself, but assured him I was fine, just a little sore. I told him I wanted to practice making my butthole more stretchy, and he said that the best way to do that is to use larger butt plugs to help the hole get bigger. He said I had to be careful though, I didn’t want to lose the elasticity in my butt or I’d be wearing diapers again before I was supposed to! That was a bit scary. I had some lunch and then went on the computer to do some research.
I resolved to try to gradually let my butthole adapt to bigger and bigger stuff in it, and do exercises and all to keep it in shape. Butt crunches! LOL! I went on Amazon and ordered three new butt plugs, including one neat looking monster that you could pump up with air once it got in your butt! Whooooeee!
Spencer came over for dinner, and I cooked my guys a pot roast and mac and cheese. It was fun acting all grown up for Daddy and Spencer, making them dinner and all that stuff. I really enjoyed it. I know that Daddy worked very hard to give us a good life, and Spencer, well, Spencer was just about the best boyfriend EVER! So I made sure that when they were trying to relax and unwind, I did every thing I could to make their lives easier and better. After dinner, I threw all the dishes in the dishwasher and then ran upstairs to put on a little babydoll outfit. I had a feeling that regular sex in my ‘gina or butt would be out of the question tonight, but that still left me a very fun option!
I went back downstairs, and Daddy and Spencer were in the living room, and they’d just turned on a basketball game. I looked to see if it was the Ballers (see Part 28) but it was two other teams, so I wasn’t all that interested. I sat down on the couch between them and put my hands on their crotches.
“You guys seem awful over dressed! Do you like my outfit?” I said with a saucy grin. Of course, they both liked it! It was just a light gauzy pink thing that you could see EVERYTHING through. I spread my knees apart and brought my feet up to sit on the cushions.
“Whew! My poor little coochie is so sore! You guys really gave it a workout last night!” I smiled at them as I massaged their bulges. I was happy to see them start to firm up under my fingers. They were both squirming around a little bit, so I decided to go into high gear. I slipped to the floor in front of Daddy and pushed his knees apart so I could get in closer.
“Well, I need some dessert tonight, and I know just exactly what I want. Would you guys mind if I had some nice warm juice?” and I looked up at Daddy with love in my eyes. He smiled and beamed at me. I took that for a “yes”, LOL!
So I reached up and pulled his zipper down, and then reached into his drawers to find my prize. He was getting pretty hard, so I had to work a bit to extract his entire penis but I got it all out, and then said, “Scoot forwards, Daddy, so I can work on you!”. He did, and I leaned forwards and opened my mouth.
About four minutes later, I swallowed the last of Daddy’s half-dozen or so nice warm bursts of semen down into my tummy and licked my lips. Daddy had his hand on the top of my head, and he sighed.
"Oh, sweetie that is so good. You are about the best little girl a father could ever ask for!” he said. I looked up and dabbed at the small drop of sperm at the corner of my mouth.
“Daddy, you are the greatest Daddy any GIRL could ever ask for! I love doing that and making you happy!” I said with a smile. I cleaned off his penis and then softly and gently put it back into his pants, patting the zipper as I closed it up.
“Now you tell me if you need to be taken care of again, will you? OK?” I said as I moved over to Spencer. I looked up at my boyfriend.
“And you, my darling Spencer. You are the best ever boyfriend, and I’ll do anything for you, anything you want, anytime you want. I love you so so so so much!” I said, leaning forwards to nuzzle his prominent bulge. He put his hands on my head, and I purred like a kitten. I unzipped his slacks and pulled his Perfect Penis out, and just looked up at it, admiring the large, firm piece of muscle and blood that had given me so much pleasure. It stood tall and straight, the veins traversing its cylindrical shape visible, but not garish. The large, thick tube along the bottom, the one I knew carried his lovely life-giving sperms, was smooth and silky under my thumb’s touch. The broad head was rosy colored, flaring out with graceful symmetry above the rolled edge of his circumcision. I shucked the shaft up and down slowly, gently, pulling even more blood into the magnificent monument to maleness. Then I bent it down and pulled it into my mouth, my tongue nudging all along the shaft, swiping back and forth, spreading my spit all around the hard tube of flesh.
I sucked strongly on Spencer’s penis for several minutes, loving hearing his groans and moans under his breath as I performed for his pleasure. I kept eye contact with him as much as I could, so he could see how much his little teen girlfriend loved to suck on him. I winked at him at one point just as I sank my face down onto his penis as far as I could, feeling him butt up against the back of my throat, my ‘glurrrrk’ sound indicating his depth.
I could sense him getting close. I pulled up and somewhat reluctantly let his marvelous sperm cannon loose from my mouth, and then just licked up and down the shaft, my thumb caressing the very Tip of his Torpedo. I alternated and licking and talking, whispering to him.
“Ummmm-” {lick}
“this is the best” {lick}
“penis I’ve ever tasted” {lick}
“it’s just so handsome and strong. I love” {lick}
“your little V up here” {lick}
“where the ridge around your Penis” {lick}
“comes together you know that’s called the” {lick}
“frenulum and it’s supposed” {lick}
“to be the most sensitive-” and just as I whispered ‘sensitive’ I felt his Penis shiver and he grunted ‘fuck!’ and a warm, wet rocket of sperm shot up right out of the Tip of his Penis and splashed down across my nose. I squeaked and then rubbed with my thumb again, and another rope of semen blew out of his Tip and laid down in a long white line right across my cheekbone and up into my eye socket. I rubbed again, and I felt his Penis shiver a third time, and a white missile of man juice shot from his Tip and fell back against my other cheek and eye. I quickly popped up and stuck my mouth over the erupting volcano of his Penis, and jerked strongly to get the rest of his sperms out and into my mouth where they belonged!
He shook and shivered a bunch more times, each time sending a salty white stream of semen into my mouth. I let it all collect in there, until he finally sighed and his hips fell back onto the sofa, and I lifted up off his Penis, still holding the base firmly. I looked at him and opened my mouth so he could see all the marvelous goodness that he shot in there, and his lines of semen decorating my little teenage face too. I looked at Daddy and winked at him and he smiled back and me, and then I swallowed Spencer’s semen, gulping strongly at the warm, salty soup, feeling it slide wetly down my throat and into my tummy. I rubbed his Penis all over my face when I finished, smearing his warm sticky juice into my skin until I glowed in the light. Then, when I was all done, I tenderly tucked his Perfection back into his trousers and kissed the zipper as I closed it up.
“There. All good. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to take care of you earlier, my love” I said to him. “Don’t let it go so long, ok Spencer? As soon as you feel the need to drain your magnificent balls, you just let me know and I’ll take care of them, ok?” and I smiled at him. I turned to Daddy.
“Isn’t that right, Daddy? Isn’t it my duty as Spencer’s girlfriend to make sure he never gets swollen and sore down there with too much sperms and semen in his body? Isn’t that what I should be doing?”
He just smiled at me. “Well, you certainly seem to enjoy it, sweetie. I’m glad you do.” I laid my head down on Spencer’s thigh and closed my eyes in satisfaction.
A few minutes later, Daddy spoke up.
“Honey, do you remember Abe and his friends from the Army? They met you that Friday after Thanksgiving a year or so ago?”
I sure DID! Mr Abe and a bunch of his and Daddy’s friends from way back came over, and I modeled a bunch of my lingerie for them, and then they all screwed me in my butt and came all over my face, it was so sexy and dirty! (See Part 14 for all the gory details – rh)
“Yes, I sure do! My butt was sore for a week after they met me!” I giggled, my butt cheeks clenching in memory.
“Well, he’s going to be in town again in a couple of days, with a few friends, and he called me the other day and wanted to know if he could see you again. He thinks you’re a very very grown up and sexy and beautiful young lady, and-“
“YES!” I couldn’t even wait for Daddy to finish. “Yes! I wanna see him again! When are they coming? How many of them do you think they’ll be? Do you think they’ll want to me to model again? How long are they staying?” I was so full of questions and breathlessly looked up at Daddy with my eyes wide open.
“Whoa, whoa, just calm down young lady” Daddy smiled. “I think Abe said he’d be here around the 20th or so, and from what he said, he’ll be with James and Freddy, you remember them from last time, and one or two other men who you don’t know yet but he says were quite intrigued by his tales of meeting you last time. Does that sound like fun?”
“Sure does! I can’t wait!” I was giddy the whole rest of the night, just about. Next day, I started training my butt. I put in one of my bigger butt plugs, and wore it pretty much all day. I was a little sore that evening, but I thought it was going to be worth it. Then a day or so later, my inflatable plug arrived. Soon as I got home from school, I had to play with it. OMG! You put one end of it in you, and then there was this tube with a sort of pumper thingy on the end, and you pumped it up and the part of it up your butt got all bigger! I played with it for about half an hour, pumping it up and then letting the air out and then doing it again. It was wild.
So for the next bunch of days, as soon as I got home from school, I exercised my butthole. I made sure to rub some good shea butter cream on it every day as well, so it stayed all nice and soft. I also of course made Daddy fuck me in the butt about every other night too!
Finally, the big day when Abe and his buddies were supposed to come to town arrived! It was a Saturday, so I slept in late as I could and then just puttered around the house most of the day. Then I took a nice long hot bath and oiled myself up really good. I played with my dildoes for a while in the tub too, and then put in one of my bigger jeweled plugs. Then I had to pick out what to wear! Sometimes I wish everybody could just go naked all the time, it’d be so easy then, but then I thought about some of the people I know who I’m not so sure I’d want to see naked, like old Mr Kendricks at school, he’s one of the principals and is about ninety years old and weighs about six thousand pounds! UGH! LOL!
I remembered that Abe and his friends really liked when I modeled all my sexy underwears, so I went through my stuff, and found a really cute white lace garter belt and bra set that had satin panels and four straps for each leg, and the bra was cut waaaaay down low in a big circle so most of my boobies showed. I found a nice top that I could leave unbuttoned most of the way to highlight that. I must have gone through about thirty mini skirts until I found one that was just about perfect, it came down to just below the tops of my stockings, and when I sat down it rode up just enough to show hints of my stocking tops but not all of them. Daddy said we were going to meet the guys at Luigi’s, which was an Italian restaurant over on the other side of town near the interstate, and they were a family place, so I didn’t want to cause too much of a stir! LOL!
I brushed my hair and flossed my teeth and dabbed a little bit of perfume on and finally was ready! Daddy called up to me and I about fell down the stairs.
“Wow! Sweetie, you look fabulous!” he beamed at me. I blushed and twirled around so he could get the full effect. I felt pretty and sexy and quite mature. I suppose the butt plug underneath my mini might have added to that!
“Where’s Spencer?” He was supposed to have met us here.
“He called while you were getting dressed. He had a work emergency come up and had to fly to Chicago for a few days. He was very sorry and promised to make it up to you when he got back. He said it’d only be for a couple of days.”
I pouted. That was a bitch!
“Well, heck Daddy, that’s no fun. Here, take some pictures of me so I can send them to him and let him know what he’s missing!” I laughed, handing Daddy my phone.
I hope Spence didn’t look at those pictures anywhere risky, ‘cause they certainly were NSFW!
I couldn’t sit still on the ride to the restaurant, it took almost half an hour. Daddy and I talked about Mr Abe and his buddies and how they’d all been in the Army or something together, and then got into business when they got out and how Daddy knew them all and knew Mr Abe from college. He said they were all very good men and hoped that I’d pay them the respect they deserved. I promised I would, of course!
“Do you think they will like me?” I asked.
“Of course they will sweetie! You’re a VERY attractive young lady and you’re smart and sexy and personable, I’m sure Abe will be very glad to see you again, and I’m sure his friends will too!”
I thought for a second. “Do you think they’ll want to fuck me?”
Daddy looked over at me with a slight grin on his face.
“Who wouldn’t?”
“I think I might let them fuck me in the pussy. Would that bother you?”
“Not if that’s what you want. After all, you’ve let other men be in your pussy, haven’t you? I mean, apart from Spencer and myself?”
“Yeah, I guess so. Daddy, I think I’m gonna try to get two of them in my butt too. Will you watch out for me, like, if I scream or anything? Make sure I don’t pass out or anything?” I was a little anxious at the thought.
“Honey, I’ll make sure you’re OK. If you look like you’re really in pain or danger, you know I won’t let anything hurt you.:
“Ok, Daddy, I know. . . I’m just all excited!” I squirmed in my seat, and it wasn’t all just because of the butt plug.
We finally got to the restaurant, and Daddy held my hand as we went in. I was so nervous! We looked around as we came in the lobby place, and then Daddy saw Mr Abe and the other men all sitting at a table off to one side. He waved and Mr Abe got up and waved back and we walked over there. I could kind of feel every male eye in the restaurant looking at me, I have to say. I guess I was kinda blatant! LOL
Mt Abe and the other men all stood up as we got to the table, and Mr Abe gave me a big hug and almost lifted me up off the floor! I felt like a little rag doll in his arms.
“Julia, my goodness I’m so happy to see you again! My how you’ve grown up since last time!” he boomed at me in his deep voice, smiling.
I blushed. “Thanks, Mr Abe. I guess so. Do you like my outfit?” I asked shyly, spinning around a little for him. I’m sure he saw the garter belt and stockings.
“Oh yes, indeed! And my goodness, you’ve developed very well!” he nodded, his eyes locked on my boobs.
“Well, yeah, I guess so. I grew some boobs finally!” I giggled. “But then, I am 13 and a half now! I’m not a little girl anymore!”
“You certainly are not!” he said. Then he introduced me to the other men, each of whom gave me a warm handshake and a smile. There was Freddy and James, I remembered them from the first time, and the new gentlemen were Josh, Robert, Thomas, David and Albert. They all seemed very nice, they were super polite and very sexy men, all dressed really nice in suits and all.
We finally all sat down around the big table. It was a big circular one, with a red and white checked tablecloth that went nearly all the way down to the floor. The men ordered wine and I got a raspberry iced tea. Daddy and Abe started talking about business stuff, and I sorta daydreamed for a while as I looked at each man in turn. They were all very nice looking. Mr Josh was bald but he looked young and had a very nice smile. Mr Robert was a little older than the others, but he was kinda cute too. I caught Mr Freddy looking at me and he winked and I blushed again. I remembered his penis from the first time. It was very long and very thin and had the most amazing looking tip with his ridge and all.
I had a naughty thought. I looked around the restaurant for a sec, and then made like I dropped my napkin on the floor.
“Oh my goodness, I think I dropped my napkin!” I said and then wriggled down out of my seat and onto my hands and knees on the floor. I hoped I wouldn’t put a runner in my stockings, so I was extra careful. I snuck under the tablecloth.
There they were. Nine pairs of strong, masculine legs in their suit pants with shiny expensive shoes were arranged around the table. I went to the first pair on my left, which was James. I scooted myself in between his legs and pushed his knees apart. I could just imagine what his face must have looked like up above! LOL!
It didn’t take me long to reach up and pull his zipper down, and he got the idea by lifting his hips a little bit. I wormed my hand around inside his underwear and found a rapidly stiffening penis, that I pulled out to the fresh air. Well, almost fresh. It smelled like garlic bread under there . . . LOL!
I slowly licked up and down most of the length of the penis, feeling it hardening even further under my ministrations. I have always been gratified and happy to see a formerly soft penis get real hard when I was around. It made me feel sexy and very feminine to see that a man got turned on for me.
In any case, James’s penis got very hard and very delicious looking, so I sucked gently on the tip for a moment or so, and then carefully laid it down along his thigh.
I heard a groan from up above. No doubt Mr James was wanting more, but that’s what my plan was. I wanted to prime their pumps fully and get them all charged up and boiling so when it came time for them to explode, I’d be the recipient of everything they had to give. I made my way around the table the same way, licking and sucking on each dark, strong penis in turn, getting them fully hard and fully charged, and then moving on to the next one. I was sooooo bad! But they’d get their reward later on!
Of course, Daddy was the last man in my circle, since he was sitting to my right at the table. I was so horny by the time I got to him that I decided to suck him off completely, I needed my sperm! I know Daddy so well, and I know what gets him off really fast, so it didn’t take much more than two or three minutes and I was gulping down Daddy’s hot and salty spermies, trying to not make too much noise as I did. I heard Daddy groan as he came with his penis all the way down my throat, so I pulled back so I could taste him. Daddy shot four or five really good strong jets into my mouth and I gathered them up and played with the big mass of semen with my tongue. I wriggled my way back up into my chair and was pleased to see that all my men were staring with rapt attention at me. I looked around very slowly and solemnly at the rest of the table, and then with a big theatrical ‘gulp’, I swallowed Daddy’s cum load all at one time. I nearly had an orgasm as I did, and I heard a couple of the guys go “Damn!” and “Holy shit!” as I did. I leaned over and kissed Daddy on the cheek, and said, “Thanks for the appetizer Daddy, it was just what I wanted!” and smiled at the men around the table.
Just then the waiter guy came and took our orders. I had veal marsala with pasta on the side, it’s one of my favorites! The guys and I talked for a few minutes, they wanted to know how I was doing at school, who my favorite sports teams were, and that sort of stuff. But deep down, I was happy to see that they couldn’t take their eyes off me. It might be weird but I like being the center of attention. So we had our dinner, and after the food came all you could hear was chewing and swallowing and stuff. It was great food! Finally I just had a small bowl of sherbet for dessert, the guys had some pie and I think Daddy had a couple of kannolys.
Mr Abe insisted on paying the bill, and we all got up to leave. I was stuffed! I knew I’d have to work off some of that food after we got home! As we walked out to the parking lot, Freddy spoke up.
“Hey, is it all right for Miss Julia to ride home with us in the limo? It’s plenty big” and he pointed to a huge black SUV stretch limo.
Daddy looked at me. Mr Abe said, “Actually, that’s a good idea, there are some things I’d like to discuss with Julia’s dad here, and I’m sure she’d be bored to death listening to us old fuddy-duddies talking about business.
My heart skipped a beat! “I’d love to ride in the limo! Please Daddy, please please please!” I begged.
Daddy thought for a second, just to tease me, I’m sure. Then he grinned broadly.
“Oh, well, I guess it’s OK. So long as you’re not a bother to the guys.”
I looked at Daddy and then at the men standing by the long black limo. “Oh, I’m going to bother them all right!” I said saucily.
Daddy and Abe got into our car, and Freddy held the door open for me at the back of the big limo. I bent over to get in and of course felt at least two, if not three or four, big black hands pawing at my butt and helping me get in. I shrieked in mock alarm and tumbled into the dark interior of the limo, and the rest of the guys followed me in. There was a big bench seat at the back of the limo, and two smaller little benches along the other side, and a long bench behind the driver’s seat that of course faced backwards. Next to that was a tiny little sink with a fridge below it, and on the other side was a small flat screen TV.
“What’d you guys watch pornos on your way here?” I grinned with a sexy smile. “I bet that’s what you have on the TV.”
Freddy and Josh chuckled. “Heck, Miss Julia, why would we need pornos when we have you? You’re sexier than just about any of those porn stars.”
I blushed. “You really think so? I mean, heck, my boobs are just starting to come in finally, and I’m not very tall and blonde like they all are. Plus, my ass ain’t no big booty!” I laughed.
James said “Honey, those girls ain’t got nuthin’ that you ain’t got, and you got it better!” I smiled at him.
“Well, you’re so kind to say that. Do you really think my boobs are that nice?” I said, and reaching behind my neck, I undid the clasp holding the straps of the top of my dress, and pulled it down, exposing my boobies and my now-hard nipples. The men all smiled.
“Dayum, that is one fine set!”
“Honey, let me suck on that fine titty there, OK?”
“Wow, you got rings! That’s just too much!”, and stuff like that. I grinned at the attention, thrusting my shoulders back and my boobs out and shaking them at the guys. Then I pulled up the hem of my dress, showing the garters and stockings.
“But what about my legs? They’re not that long. Most of those porn stars are like, six feet tall!” I pouted.
“Sweetie, those are very pretty legs, and your stockings are super sexy!” Robert said, laying a long-fingered dark hand at the top of one stocking, his fingers sexily stroking the skin of my thigh just above my stocking top. I shivered.
“Oh wow, that feels good, sir!” I said, clutching at his bicep. It felt like an iron bar underneath his sport coat. “Wow, you sure have a big muscle!” I said, raising my eyebrow at him.
“That’s nothing. Look at this one!” he said with a grin, lifting his hips and pulling his hard black penis out from his drawers. I looked with wide eyes. Of course, I’d already seen it under the table, but the light down there wasn’t that good. Now that I could see it better, under the twinkling LED lights of the inside of the limo, I was very impressed. I reached out to wrap my slim, cool white fingers around it.
“My goodness, this IS nice!” I said breathlessly. Robert’s cock was about seven maybe eight inches long, and slim, with a gracefully shaped head at the top, that was a dark chocolate brown. The shaft was also colored dark brown and was smooth and silky under my fingers. It was rapidly hardening up as I slowly shucked it back and forth.
I looked around, and gasped. I literally gasped! Every man had his penis out and in his hand, and they were all just breathtaking! I looked around at the group. Some of the penises were already quite hard, some were soft and beginning to grow. They were all types and shapes – some were long and thin, some were shorter and thicker, and one or two were both LONG and THICK! I was in cock heaven!
“You guys are just so bad! But you have to wait. No cumming until I say so, right?” I tried to sound fierce and lay down the law. I heard murmurs of assent and also some good-natured grumbling.
“It’ll be worth it, I promise. . .” I whispered quietly, and then bent over to take the head of Robert’s fine looking penis in my mouth. He grunted and thrust his hips up, and I let three or four inches of him slide into my face. I sucked, and licked around the shaft, and then bobbed up and down a few times, giving him my best, but making sure I didn’t take him over the edge.
I spent just a minute or two on Robert, and then as I pulled up and smacked my lips, another dark brown pole smacked my lips, and I closed my eyes and slowly sank down on James. He was shorter, and a little bit fatter than Robert. I gulped and swallowed and pushed my face down, and within moments my nose was pressed into his belly, and his entire cock was buried in my face. He groaned.
“Ohhhhh sheeeeeeeeeet” I heard him mutter under his breath. “Too fuckin’ good . . .” and he shivered and I felt his cock quiver over my tongue. I tried to pull up but he had his hand on the back of my head and I couldn’t move much. I felt his penis give a tremor and a pulse went up the bottom of his cock that I felt on my bottom lip. I squeaked, and pulled my face up out of his lap, letting his trembling shaft pop out of my mouth as I held the base firmly. A big bead of rich, thick, salty African semen bubbled from the head.
“No! Stop! You’re not to cum!” I said, speaking directly to the misbehaving penis in my hand. “Now you stop that!” and I shook the shaft. The bead of precum flew off and struck me in the forehead, almost exactly as planned. I rolled my eyes up at it.
“Now look! You got it on my face!” I said to the dark pole right in front of me. I reached up with a finger to scrape the big drop of cum off, and then popped it in my mouth.
“Ummmmm . . . salty but sweet!”
“Oh man, Miss Julie, I’m sorry, but you were just too good for me to resist!” Poor James said to me, sounding like he was really sorry! I grinned at him. “You’re a bad man!”
I had to let go of his penis now, or I’d be the one who was sorry. Josh came to sit down on the other side of me, and so I spent a few moments with him. He kissed me and the feel of his strong lips on mine almost made me pee my panties, if I’d had any on. I felt a pair of lips on my right boob, and then I just closed my eyes and let the men handle me. I felt hands on my legs and boobs, and they massaged my ribs and my calves, and I felt a warm finger probe delicately at my opening, and I’m sure whoever it was was surprised at the wetness I was pushing out of my pussy on his finger.
I moaned deep in my throat at the feeling of all those big strong men just pawing at me, their hands sliding and slipping around on my body. I wriggled and shook with the pleasure. I let whoever it was playing with my pussy continue, my hand on his wrist to keep him there, and I sighed gently after a moment as a warm climax washed over me and my legs shot out.
“Unnnnnhhh!” I grunted as the orgasm pulsed through me. I was well on my way to a second when I heard the car slow. I dreamily opened one eye and saw that we had come to my house. Daddy’s car was already in the driveway. The big limo pulled up to the house and we all started to make ourselves a little more presentable. I pulled the top of my dress up over my boobs as I sat up. I found the shoe I’d lost. I heard zippers being pulled up, hiding my magnificent penises from view. Boo Hoo!
We all piled out of the big car and as we walked around to the front of it, I had a thought.
“Hey, what about the driver guy? Does he have to stay out here?”
The men all looked at each other. Freddy walked over to the driver’s window, I was right behind him with a curious look. He tapped at the window, and it wound down with that electric sound they make.
The driver was another black man, but a young guy, just barely out of his teens, I’ll bet.
“Hey man, you want to join us inside? This fine young lady here is gonna entertain us all.” Freddy said to the guy.
He was silent for a moment. Probably not sure if he was dreaming or not.
“You paid up for the whole night. You sure it’s ok?” and he looked back at Freddy. Freddy looked at me. I looked at the driver. And then smiled at him.
“Sure. You’re a nice guy, right?” and he said, “Yes, ma’am, I am” and Freddy said, “Don’t you worry none, Miss Julia, we’ll take perfect care of you, don’t you fret!” The driver opened his door and stepped out and I got a good look at him. He was ok looking, about 6 feet tall maybe, with a small goatee beard. He looked at me and whistled.
“Man, this is something else! I can’t hardly believe it!”
“Boy, this girl here is something special, let me tell you. She’s smart as a whip too, so don’t layin’ no bullshit on her. Treat her right and she’ll blow your mind. And maybe even something else!” Freddy said with a laugh. I lightly punched him on the arm.
“You’re bad, Freddy! Making this poor guy suffer.” I said with a laugh. I hooked my arm in his and we all walked up the path to the front door and went in. Daddy and Mr Abe were already there, of course, and they were talking in the living room. Daddy had brought out his camera already, and moved the furniture around in front of the fireplace so that there was a big space with one of our huge comforter blankets laid down on the rug. Daddy had put a big bottle of champagne or something in a silver bucket on a stand, and there were a bunch of slim little glasses on the table next to it.
Daddy started handing out the glasses, and when he came to me, he said, “I think it’s OK for you to have a little bit of champagne, honey. It’ll help you relax, and I’ll make sure you don’t over-indulge. You should always drink responsibly, you know.”
I nodded at him. “I know, Daddy. That’s what they say in all those commercials where they want you to buy their beer and stuff.” I held out one of the small glasses (I found out they’re called ‘flutes’, but they don’t look like the flutes they have in band!) and Daddy filled it about halfway. I took a tentative sip. I have had champagne in the past, but I wasn’t crazy about it. This version though, didn’t taste all that bad. It was really bubbly and cool, and felt good going down my throat. When it hit my tummy, I started to feel all warm inside. I finished my half-glass, and held it out to Daddy.
“Hit me.” I said with a laugh. He looked at me for a second, smiled, and then poured another half glass for me. Then he went around and filled up everybody else’s glasses too. Mr Abe stood up.
“Gentlemen, I propose a toast to our young lady hostess tonight, and to her beauty, grace, and intelligence. May she always be forever young!” he said, raising his glass, and all the other men did too, saying “Here, here” and “yeah man” and stuff like that. I blushed a little bit with all the attention but took another sip of the champagne. I was starting to like this stuff!
Then all of a sudden, I heard some music start to come out of the speakers. I guess somebody started playing songs, it was a sexy dance number that I started swaying my hips to without even realizing it. I was talking to Mr Abe and Freddy about stuff, and they both stepped away and looked at me with a glint in their eyes.
“You go girl! Show us the moves!” Freddy laughed.
I put down my flute and started to dance around, swaying my hips and doing like I saw the girls do in music videos and stuff. I wasn’t half bad, I guess, because in a few moments, the guys were all clapping along and whistling and going “hoo hah!” and that sort of stuff. The more they appreciated it, the more relaxed and into it I was getting. I enjoyed performing for them!
I went down onto my hands and knees and lifted one leg up in the air behind me, and then twirled around to sit on my butt and spread both legs out like in a split, but up in the air. My skirt flew open of course, and the guys all saw my goods, and that made them really sit up and take notice! LOL
I reached up and put my hands under my boobs and held them, and then ran my index fingers over my nipples, to make them even harder than they already were. I flipped my hips up and down, and then twirled again and stuck my butt up in the air, and now, the guys all say my red jeweled plug that I had in back there. I reached around behind me slowly, and started playing with the plug, spinning it around and pulling it out a little bit and then pushing it back in, I was having fun teasing the guys! Then I slowly, really slowly, pulled the butt plug out of my behind, and I felt the cool air on my butthole for a second before it closed back up. All the guys were crowding around behind me, trying to get a good look at the show. I ‘twerked’ my hips at them, and they went wild.
I turned my head and looked up at the gang of black men behind me.
“I wouldn’t mind if you guys all gave me a kiss!” and wriggled my butt at them. Suddenly, there was a mad rush as the guys all dropped to their knees behind me. I turned my head back forwards and dipped my forehead to the floor beneath me. I felt two strong hands sort of peel my butt cheeks apart, and then a warm, wet tongue slid across my butthole and I shivered. That felt good! The tongue, whosever it was, swiped up and down and across my butt, and then I felt lips kiss my hole. The hands went away, and another set came down, and this time the tongue felt hard and pointed as it teased at my butthole, pushing in a little bit, making me moan in response. The tongue fucked into my butthole a few times, and then I got a second kiss, and the cycle continued. I guess each man in turn came in and either kissed my butthole really nice, or tongued it up good, and one guy, don’t know who, even bit my butt cheek gently! That made me jump and giggle.
I finally pulled away from the guys, they were making me too crazy! I rolled around on the floor for a sec and then pulled myself up until I was dancing and swaying right in front of them to the hypnotic, sensual music playing. They were all in a line, my beautiful black men, and Daddy was off to the side filming the whole thing! I undid my top and shrugged it off, and just had my bra and skirt on. I reached around behind me to unsnap the bra, and coyly let it fall away from my boobs into my hands. I tossed it aside then, still gyrating and moving to the music. Now I just had my mini skirt on over my garterbelt and stockings, and my shoes of course. I spun around and let the skirt fly up again, showing them my fancy sexy underwear. Then, as the music sort of died down, I unsnapped the skirt and wriggled it down my legs until it pooled at my feet, and I kicked one foot up and flung the skirt right at Mr Abe! He caught it with a laugh.
As I had been dancing and showing off, the guys had been taking their own clothes off, until they all stood before me, nude and breathtakingly erect. There is something really sexy about a line of strong, fit men, all hard and pointing to the sky, their penises firmly established, waiting to plunder a little girl’s body. Like mine!
“I’m about ready, how about you guys?” I breathed, sexily. There I stood, a nearly naked young teenager, only some flimsy lingerie between me and nine sexy beautiful black men, and my breath caught in my throat as I realized I was about to be thoroughly ravaged.
I went to my knees in front of the line of men. Reaching up, I popped the first penis into my mouth and let my tongue bathe it in spit, getting it wet and slippery and hard. I slowly shucked the shaft, feeding more and more of it into my face. When I was sure he was ready, I released him and moved on down to the next man. It took me a while but I sucked each and every one of their magnificent cocks right into my throat and gave them all a good soaking tongue bath. Just as I finished at Abe, the last man I did, I felt a pair of hands on my hips, bending me over and a strong hard penis nudged at my pussy lips.
“You good with this, honey?” Abe said down to me, his eyes twinkling, obviously remembering my reluctance at letting them in my coochie last time.
I looked up at Abe with wide brown eyes, and slowly nodded my head.
“You can do anything you want with me, Mr Abe, anything at all. I’m all yours.”
Just then, the hard shaft at my opening pushed in nearly all the way and knocked the breath right out of me with a ‘whooosh’! I felt strong arms hold me up, and the penis in my pussy started pistoning in and out with a strong, forceful manner. I wriggled my hips and moved around to make sure that he hit every bit of my young pink tunnel. I got picked up and carried over to the couch, and whoever was fucking me grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. I looked up, it was Josh. He smiled at me and started pistoning in and out of me very nicely. I felt my wrists being captured and soon enough my hands were fisting two other cocks, and I felt hands all over me, rubbing, pinching, squeezing, my boobs, my legs, my feet, I felt a penis being rubbed along my cheek, leaving a long wet smear of precum, and I just closed my eyes and let my body be used for their pleasure.
The cocks in my hands pulled away and were replaced by two others. Josh pulled out of me with a wet ‘schluck’ing sound and another of the men, I think it was David, positioned himself at my pelvis and slid his warm hard shaft into me. His thumb went to my clit and started rubbing slowly in a circle, and about ten seconds later I blew off into my first orgasm (or was it my seventh? I just lost count!) and my legs shook and my belly rippled as I moaned around the penis swabbing at my lips.
After a few minutes, I felt the guys shift around, and I found myself riding over the really hard and long, thin cock of Albert. I had a cock in my mouth, and two in my hands, bent over Albert and rocking my hips up and down on his penis. I felt the nudge at my butthole that indicated that I was soon to be fully airtight. I wriggled my hips back and encouraged the anal attack.
The sharp pang of entry was soon replaced by that ephemeral feeling I get when I’m just totally sexed out of control and my regular mind shuts down and I turn in to just a pussy and mouth and ass being fucked out of my mind. The hard shaft at my butt slid in and started slowly sliding in and out, rubbing up against Albert in my pussy through the thin space between those two marvelous black cocks. I orgasmed again, drooling spit and slime out of my mouth as the penis withdrew and was replaced by another, I think it was the driver this time. This penis was not circumcised, and I felt the skin sliding back and forth across the tip of his shaft as he slid in and out of my young mouth.
Fingers were pinching and squeezing my nipples, and slapping my butt cheeks, making them red and hot. I moaned again as my clit rubbed against Albert’s hard pelvis. I felt the penis in my butt hole push far inside of me, and the groan died in my throat as the penis there spat a sizable rope of wet salty sperm down into my tummy. The driver moaned and grunted as he orgasmed, and I felt good.
As he pulled his wet, slime-soaked penis from my mouth, I dipped my head and swallowed roughly to clear my throat of the goop. I tried to find my voice.
“Ahhhh . . . fuck . . . that feels good. . .” I muttered like an idiot. I turned to the man behind me. James. He was in my ass, rearranging my guts with his iron hard poker.
“Unh . . .unh . . .” I grunted in time with his thrusts. “Two. . .put two in me. . .slowly. . .” I whispered, looking him right in the eyes.
He shifted over his left, and I felt his cock bend my intestines in a direction they didn’t normally take.
“Not too. . .big. . .ok?”
Freddy slid in next to James. His long thin cock would be perfect. He placed the tip of it right at the junction of James’s cock and my ass, and pushed.
I screamed. I can’t lie. It hurt like hell. I shuddered and Albert looked up at me with a bit of worry in his expression, but I closed my eyes and grunted and bore down.
“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” I moaned through my gritted teeth. Freddy pushed in another inch.
I groaned out loud.
“Too much?” I my fog of pain/pleasure, I don’t even know who said it.
I shook my head. “No. . . just. . .wait. . .fuckme. . .” I consciously tried to relax my ass and push back a little bit.
Freddy reached out and slowly stroked my hip and side, calming me. I shivered.
He pushed in another inch or two, and James pulled back a bit. The friction of the two hard black shafts suddenly moving in opposite directions through my tiny teen asshole must have triggered some bizarre neural switch because all of a sudden a sharp orgasm shot through me, centered right at the black hole of my ass and I cried out and almost collapsed on Albert’s chest. He hugged me down and held me as I shook and quivered and cried through the orgasm, my pussy clenching at his steady, full penis, fully sheathed in my wet pink walls.
Freddy stroked in again, and James pulled back. Then they got into an alternating rhythm and I turned the pain into a dreamy sort of hypnosis and my ass relaxed and my pussy squirted something onto poor Albert’s tummy. I raised my head, and found a penis at my lips, and I opened hungrily as it slid in and started moving back and forth across my lips. My hands reached out and found two more hard black shafts, and I realized that I was fully plugged and enjoying six hard cocks at the same time! Wow! My mind blew off again and I started on a climax that seemed to last for ten minutes. I moaned and groaned and cried and whimpered and grunted and was just a sex pig for these men. Albert came, at least I think he did, and I was tossed backwards as Freddy slipped out of me and I ended up sitting on James. I fell sideways, and he lifted my leg up out of the way and pushed me up off his cock and then slid right up my pussy, lubricated by the load that Albert had just dumped up there. Another black cock slid smoothly up in to my ass. My legs were pulled in opposite directions, my hips moved of their own accord.
Now my ass was full of Josh and David, I think. OMG! OMFG! They both started fucking me at the same time, they’d push in to me while James pulled his cock out of me until the head nestled just inside my lips. Then they’d both pull back at nearly the same time, and James would push in and bang against my womb. I went mad with ecstasy. I couldn’t believe the feelings that generated in my little butt, it was like an orgasm bomb went off in me about every thirty seconds or so. Then after a bit, Josh and David both pushed into me all the way and I felt their cum rattle my bones. Both magnificent African penises expanded and shot huge streams of wet sperm right into my brain, it seemed. Their cocks pulsed and blew out rope after rope of white lava, soothing my ravaged interior, sending me into yet another paroxysm of joy. I felt like I was getting a cum enema. They grunted and sweated and cursed above me, their bodies shivering in climax just like mine was. Then, when their tanks were empty and they’d given me all their lovely semen, mine forever, they both slowly pulled out of me. When they were free, they both moved around to gently kiss my cheeks and pet my head. I smiled up at them around the black stalk in my mouth.
My ass didn’t stay empty long. Two more cocks lined up at the entrance, I think they were Albert and Freddy. I didn’t know if I’d survive another two-dick assault. But my men hugged me and held me and soothed me, and I found myself gulping down another batch of salty semen from a cock in my mouth, and then someone brought a flute of that champagne to wash the gunk down with, and the cool liquor felt good as it washed down into me. My ass once again survived the Attack Of The Two African Cocks, and they started pounding into me, establishing the same rhythm as before. I twerked my hips and moved around, skewered on the three dicks inside of me like a fish on a hook.
I closed my eyes and dipped my head and took a deep breath as they men worked me over. I was so stuffed with cock that I felt like a rag doll. Minutes passed, I came, and came again, and I think I peed on poor James but there was so much sweat and cum and gunk already all over me that you could hardly tell.
Again, my ass was bathed in the simultaneous orgasms of the two grown men ravishing my backside, their cocks pushed in and pulsed and fired out tremendous gouts of semen, smearing my walls yet again with their cum, I thought I’d be tasting it any second. My ass squelched and squawked and made a lot of rather un-ladylike sounds as those hard shafts kept shooting, over and over, until they too emptied out and had transferred the content of yet another two sets of big masculine balls into me.
Cocks continued to slide up into me, randomly. I lost track of who was where. I’m sure each man had my ass and my pussy, and probably my mouth. I was sweating and cussing, the cuss words just falling out of my mouth like scrabble tiles.
James finally orgasmed in my pussy, his long, dark cock spitting gallons of hot wet sperm right at the mouth of my womb, bathing my cervix in numerous jets of batter. I felt him wriggle out from under me. I fell sideways.
The cock in my mouth shivered and my tongue was drowned in white sperm, the rich salty thickness soothing my throat and sliding wetly down into my stomach.
I felt a slap of sperm across my cheek as a penis to my right decorated my teen face with its offering.
I felt sperm sprayed across my back. It dripped from my tits. It soothed my red and sore ass.
The men were insatiable. I was dripping semen from both lower holes, my butt hole permanently blown open to the size of a silver dollar. The guys took turns looking up into my colon, the pink walls of my lower intestines running with tendrils of white semen.
I was in a daze. Seconds after an orgasm faded, another one would strike, my body shaking with desire and pulsating with millions of volts of sexual energy. Sweat poured off me, and the men as well. The musk of sex permeated the room.
Then, finally, I was pushed off whatever cocks were in my lower holes and felt myself being lowered to my knees. I folded my legs under me, sperm dripping from both openings onto the blanket below. I looked up with eyes barely registering. All I saw were thick, hard, black penises being fisted and jerked, pointing at me. I moaned.
I couldn’t tell who came first. Not sure, it all happened so fast once it started. The first rope of sperm blew across my left cheek and into the eye on the other side of my nose. Quickly, a jet splashed across my forehead and dripped down to the hair above my ear. My mouth opened like a little bird, and a wet missile flew in, smacking my tongue. I gulped it down, and my lips were pasted shut by a line of white glue. My left eye socket was suddenly filled, the white curtain blinding me temporarily. I felt blasts of hot wet sperm fly across my face, my nose, my chin, down onto the slopes of my breasts, it was covering me, and I reveled in it.
Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled backwards again, and I saw Mr Abe position himself between my legs. He had an ankle in each strong hand and held my legs up and out in a big “V” beneath him. I was covered in sperm and sweat and goop, but he looked at me like I was a supermodel right from the cover of Vogue or something.
“Sweetie, I’ve been waiting to do this forever. I haven’t had the pleasure yet. . .”
“You- you haven’t fucked me yet?”
“No. I’ve been waiting. I got a load built up in me that’s gonna swamp your sweet little puss, and I’m gonna put it there soon.”
I could hardly believe that all the time that I’d been getting fucked every which way from loose, by all the guys, that Abe had stood back and waited his turn. Waited to fuck me after I’d been spermed repeatedly over what seemed to be every inch of my body from his buddies.
I looked down between my legs. I remembered Mr Abe had a HUGE cock, I think it may be the biggest I’ve ever had, apart from my 13th birthday with those three freaks of nature! It was easily 10 inches long, and thick, thick as my wrist, and the dark purple head was the size of a plum. He fisted it slowly, easily, and I was hypnotized by its’ power.
Mr Abe rubbed the head up and down my pussy lips, lips that were awash in runnels of sperm floating down my body. My pussy was red and sore from the pummeling that it had already taken, but I wanted Mr Abe in me, wanted him in me real bad.
“Oh please, Mr Abe, please, put it in me, I want you, I need you, I want to feel your big black cock-” and I had to stop and shriek because Mr Abe pushed all 10 inches of his iron-hard black rod straight up into my poor little puss in one big thrust. I gasped and cried out and reached up to hug his strong shoulders, and I let my self hang from him as I wrapped my legs around his midsection, locking my ankles behind him above his butt. He started thrusting into me with measured strokes, all the way in, all the way out, all the way in, over and over again. It only took about ten strokes, and I exploded in what could only be called a pussy-powered orgasm that seemed to start way up in my ovaries and then ripple down across my belly. I saw stars, and planets and super nova and comets behind my eyelids, my clit exploded in pleasurable jolts of electricity. I grabbed at Mr Abe even stronger as he rocked my little body back and forth below him, his strong hips bouncing me on and off his cock like I was a 103 pound Fleshlight.
“Hows-that-feel-little-girl-you-got-a-strong-black-cock-right-in-you-now” he grunted, each word punctuated by a thrust into my pussy.
“My-cock-gonna-split-you-wide-open-soon-and-I’m-gonna-dump-my-sweet-black-sperm-right-into-your-babyhole”
“YES! YES! Do it! Do it, Abe do it!” I yelled back at him, fully into it now, wanting this tall, handsome black man to use my little teen body for his pleasure and spray his hot, rich baby making sperm into me like I was a trophy.
Abe fucked me for hours. Hours, it seemed like. I came so many times I think I passed out. I remember being tossed around on his magnificent penis like a butterfly on a pin. He’d thumb my clit and push his huge pole up into my guts and circle his hips around and my pussy would convulse around him. I cried, real tears, my eyes finally washing some of the cum crusted around them away, leaving clear trails down my cheeks through the coating of drying white sperm.
He leaned down and locked his lips to mine, sending his tongue like a mini-penis bulling into my mouth and knocking my own around like it was a clapper in a bell. I sucked strongly at, wishing somehow I could have his cock in my pussy and my mouth at the same time. I vowed to suck him off next time.
But I guess my tight, wet, slippery teenage pussy was too much for him, because finally he groaned and looked down at me.
“You ready for my cum, little girl?” he boomed at me.
I nodded up at him, wide eyed and hopeful.
“You ready for me to squirt my babymakers up into your little white pussy, girly?” he growled again, mixing in just the right amount of ‘thug’ to make his actual gentlemanly manner seem foreign.
I nodded again, my eyes begging him to release.
“You ready for my nigger cock to spray your tiny little egg with so much nigger sperm she gonna drown in all that cumjuice?”
Oh fuck, that made me cum again. I couldn’t help it. The fantasy of the strong black buck had been playing in my mind for hours. Innocent plantation daughter in crinoline, raped by the mean black slave while Massa Daddy off at the war. Tiny urban schoolgirl, kidnapped off the street and raped by the drug gang. All the mean, brutish, dirty, nasty things I could think of, things that no girl or woman REALLY wants to have happen to her, but can spend hours dreaming up scenarios about, bounced around in my head.
“Well OK then here it COMES!” he grunted above me and pushed himself fully into me, and I felt my cervix pulsate and the blinding pain exploded behind my eyes as he popped through my artificially-widened opening and the tip of his tremendous cock pushed into my tiny teenage womb, the flared head lodged deep inside, and his balls squeezed, and a rope of hot, steamy, salty black cum flooded my uterus like a firehose spraying white paint. He grunted again, and his hips jerked, and a second huge pulse blew out, whitewashing the walls of my chamber again, and he reared back and tossed another, then a fourth, and a fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth huge jet of cum into me as I exploded again beneath him, and this time I did pass out.
I woke with a cool cloth wiping gently across my face, cleaning the sperm and sweat and tears from it. Freddy was kneeling by my side, gently caressing me as he cleaned. Abe was arm-locked above me, looking solicitously down on me as a recovered from my orgasmic stupor. His voice was gentle as a feather falling on a cotton ball.
“Sweetie, are you ok? You’re not hurting, are you? You’ve been out for nearly five minutes. Just wouldn’t wake up.”
My pussy throbbed. In fact, my whole body throbbed. It felt like I had a telephone pole shoved up my vagina. I looked down at my belly. I could see a bulge there. ‘Oh fuck, he actually HAS fucked a baby up into me’ I thought for a second, while I was still insane from the pleasure. Then I realized his immense penis was still in me. I had a belly bulge from it. I looked up at him through the slowly dispersing fog.
“Are you. . .still in me?” I asked with a tremor in my voice.
“Yeah. I was afraid to pull out and hurt you while you were out.”
I pulled Mr Abe’s head down to kiss him on the mouth.
“Thank you, Mr Abe, and thank your friends. I hope they liked me.”
“Are you kidding? Sweetie, those men out there would jump in front of a bullet for you now. You’ve got them wrapped around your little pinkie for the rest of your life!” he laughed, as he held my hand and we walked back out to the living room.
It’s a good thing that. . . well, I’d had so much sperm dumped in me tonight, it’s a good thing that birth control pills work!
Chapter
48 - Blowjobs in the Bathroom
Christmas came and went, and I was sorry that things didn’t work out for us to go down to the naked place in the Caribbean but between Spencer’s work and Christine’s jobs and Daddy being really busy, it just didn’t happen. I sat around the house pretty much all the break off from school. To tell the truth, I had to recover from the party with Abe’s friends too. I couldn’t believe how sore and tired I was for the next couple of days. I lived on aspirin and aloe lotion! LOL! My butt dripped cum for three days, and my poor pussy felt like there was a hive of bees inside of it, all mad at each other. But it was a good sore, I’m not sorry I did anything.
Then it was back to school and the usual sort of January doldrums after the holidays and all. Spencer took me out to dinner for Valentines Day and gave me a beautiful tennis bracelet and a gift card to one of my favorite club-wear places, so I told him we could go and he could help pick out my outfits. As we finished up our dessert, he said, “Julie, I have a favor to ask of you, if you’d like.”
“Does it involve sex?”
He laughed. “Girl, you are just too much. Is that all you think about?” he said, grinning at me. He reached across the table to hold my hand in his.
“No, silly. Sometimes I think about fucking!” I laughed. We giggled at that, and then he started back up.
“Here’s the deal. I have some business partners coming into town next week for a meeting, and we’re also considering bringing in some more investors, for a big real estate deal we’re working on. This would be about the biggest thing I’ve ever done, and it’s very important for me, and my current partners, to make sure this deal goes through. We’re buying up some smaller companies that are having financial trouble, and using that to get some money from some other banks to re-invigorate the companies and help keep them going. Ultimately, we’re pretty sure we can make them successful again, and make some money ourselves. But it’s a very complex arrangement, and we’re not sure that all of the other potential players will want to be involved. Do you get it so far?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” I nodded. I sort of understood, but the main thing is that there were a bunch of people who all had to be convinced that something was worthwhile, and to put money into it, and Spence needed my help. That’s all I needed to know.
“Great. Anyway, we’re meeting at Pulsations on Friday night, and I want you to be there.”
Pulsations. I knew of that place. It was a private night club, sort of, where the real bigwigs around here would go to drink, party, and have a good time. There were a bunch of small meeting rooms on the first floor, where you could go and sit with half a dozen or so people, and a small bar and bartender in each room. Then there was a big dance club place on the second floor. I’d never been there but everyone knew it was a pretty popular place for all the jet-setters to go to. I was excited to hear Spence wanted to take me there. Today was Tuesday, so I had a few days to prepare.
“Wow, cool!” I exclaimed. “That sounds really great!”
“Of course. We’ll go out tomorrow and get you some fancy new club wear, and maybe stop at a nail place or whatever and you can get your hair done too. Whatever you want.”
I jiggled in my chair. I loved going out with Spence, or Daddy, and showing off all dressed up with sexy clothes or stuff.
“I can’t wait!” I breathed, and jumped up to lean over Spence and give him a big hug and a wet kiss that, of course, I had to finish at home that evening with a nice long blowjob on his Perfect Penis, and after he fed me my second daily dose of his Perfect sperms, he fucked me so hard and so good I almost passed out from the pleasure.
The next day we went shopping when Spence got back from work, and we bought a some really sexy outfits – two cute mini skirts, a blue and a red plaid school-girl style pleated numbers that fit just perfectly over the top of my butt cheeks, with a white tied blouse; a nice red, skin-tight dress that I fit into like it was painted on, and a leather mini skirt that was soft as could be and smelled like rich, dark wood. I found a couple of nice tops that fit me nice and hugged my boobs. I even found a pair of platform black patent leather heels that strapped around my ankles and looked really sexy on. I couldn’t wait to go clubbing!
On Friday after school I went to get my hair done, and my nails. I felt so grownup as all the cute Asian women at the salon there clucked and fussed over me. They didn’t even bat an eye at my age. I think they knew Spencer. When I got home, I tried on all my outfits and had to figure out which would be best for the club. I wore thigh-highs with the little plaid skirts, and put on a sexy red garter belt to try with the red dress. It came down to about three inches above the tops of my stockings, and looked soooooo sexy with the little straps and buckles showing! I decided to go with that combination. My new heels completed the look, and by the time I was done, I was ready to hit the floor running! Or dancing, as the case may be!
I put all the stuff I was going to wear on the bed, laid out real carefully, and then went into the big bathroom in Spencer’s apartment and decided to clean myself out real good back there, so I did two enemas, and then took a nice hot bath and soaked in the bubbles until the water got cold. I have to admit, I played with my pussy nearly the whole time, it felt so good to just lightly stroke up and down my lips and tease my little clitty button, making those shocks of pleasure just radiate up and down my body. I rubbed and rubbed and had two very nice cums while I soaked.
Then I got out and dried off, and decided to take a nap until Spence got home. I woke up to him gently shaking my shoulder as I snoozed. I peered at the alarm clock on my phone. It was 10:30 pm already!
“Hey sweetie, wake up babe. We gotta change and get ready to go. . .” he half-whispered. I groggily sat up and threw my arms around him and kissed his neck.
“Ummmm… ok, sweetie.” I yawned. I’d slept for over five hours! “How come you didn’t wake me up?” I mumbled through my dry mouth.
“You looked so pretty sleeping there. I got home around 6, had a bite to eat, and caught up on some work I needed to do here. Then I called my guys to confirm everything tonight and made sure of our reservations. We’ll get dinner at the club, if that’s OK.”
“What do you think of my outfit?” I asked, waving my hand towards the clothing I’d draped across the chair next to the bed.
His eyes lit up. “Wow! I think it looks fabulous, and I’m sure it’ll be super sexy on you!” he grinned. He helped me stand up and then pushed me towards the bathroom with a swat on my naked ass. “Now go and make yourself pretty, while I shave and get changed. I’ll use the guest bathroom.”
I squeaked at his lighthearted slap and skipped into the bathroom. I washed my face and decided to just use a little bit of blusher and eye shadow. I brushed my hair out and put on some nice ruby earrings that Daddy had bought me for Christmas a couple years back. I poured a tiny bit of body rub on my hands and rubbed my crotch and legs a little bit, and then my boobies. It just made my skin tingle and feel super smooth. I’d brought in my stockings and all, so I fastened the sexy red garter belt around my waist and slid it around so the straps draped right, and then I sat on the closed toilet lid and slid one stocking up my leg. I fastened it to the clips, and then did the other one, really carefully, ‘cause I didn’t want to put a runner in my nylons. They looked really nice on my legs. I was so happy that my legs were starting to fill out a little bit so I fit in my underwear better, I’d had such skinny little sticks when I was younger! I stood on my tippy toes and twisted around to make sure they were all done up right, and then stepped into the tiny dress and pulled it up over my hips and set the straps over my shoulders. It took me a minute to get my boobs situated right, but the dress fit really nice and tight on me and I didn’t wear a bra, not that I could have with that thing! I stepped into my heels and then fastened the straps across the front of my ankles, and then walked over to the full length mirror in the bedroom, twisting and turning like every woman does to see how she looks.
I thought I looked pretty good. My hair fell down to my shoulders and my boobs pushed the dress out just perfectly. You could tell I didn’t have any bra on, and the dress fell just perfectly to the top of my thighs and just barely showed my stocking tops if I stretched or bent over. I loved that look. Sexy, sophisticated, and just a little daring, right?
Spence came out as I was admiring myself in the mirror, and I nearly passed out. He was SOOOOO handsome! He had on a gorgeous black tuxedo with a brilliantly white shirt and his black leather shoes gleamed in the light. His tux jacked fit snugly across his shoulders and his pants were just the right length. He was my dreamboat!
“WOW!” he chuckled as he saw me, “Jeeze honey you look absolutely fabulous! My god, every man in that club is going to want you,” he said, coming up and giving me a warm hug. My heart melted at his words. I loved being with Spencer. He smelled faintly of lime and musk, not a lot, just enough to be sexy without being overpowering. His chin was smooth and silky to my hands.
“C’mon, the car’s waiting downstairs!” He took my hand, and I grabbed a tiny purse with some junk in it and we made our way downstairs in the elevator. As we walked out of the big brass revolving door, he nodded to Harley, the doorman guy who grinned and whistled at me.
“Wooooo hooooo! You are the sexiest little woman I’ve seen all month!” he smiled at me. I smiled at him and curtsied.
“Thank you kind sir!” I said, giggling and winked at him. Spence was holding the door of the limo car for me, and I ducked in, knowing full well that Harley would get a nice look up my dress as I did. Spence and I settled in and the car took off, moving smoothly through the traffic that was starting to build up for the weekend coming. The air conditioning made my nipples stand up and poke out of the dress. There was a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket by the side of the seat, and Spence asked if I wanted a sip. I said ‘sure, why not?’, and so he and I sipped at the cold bubbly wine as the car headed to the club. Ever since I’d had those couple of glasses back with Mr Abe and his friends, I decided that champagne wasn’t too bad. You just had to get used to it. I still preferred raspberry iced tea, though! LOL!
We got to the club in about fifteen minutes or so I guess, and Spence helped me out of the car. There were already people lined up to get in, and I could hear the music booming even out here. He nodded to the bouncer guy and he opened the rope and motioned for us to go in this side door to the left of where everyone else had to go. I looked at the people waiting. They were all dressed up real fancy, the guys in mostly nice suits and shirts, and the girls were all wearing short tight skirts or dresses and there was a ton of leg showing on all of them! Well, the girls anyway! Ha ha! I watched some of them give me the eye as I hooked my arm in Spence’s elbow and we stepped through the doorway.
The club was amazing! I’d never been in anything so exciting or dramatic, even in the places they took me in Japan when I was there. There were lights everywhere, even in the floor, and there were people dancing out in the main floor, and spotlight beams and fog stuff blowing around up in the ceiling and it was just overwhelming. Spence held my hand and pulled me along behind him.
“Our room is over in the corner there and up those stairs!” he shouted. I grinned at him, my eyes wide open and bright.
You could literally feel the heat and energy and sexiness in the place, it was so full of energetic young people, mostly people about Spencer’s age or maybe a bit younger, like in their mid 20s or so. I swiveled my head to take it all in as we made our way to the other side of the room. There were people hugging and swaying to the music, and guys and girls making out and all, and guys had their hands on girls boobs and stuff, and I swear I saw a girl off to one side down on her knees giving her guy a blowjob but I couldn’t be sure and it was so quick I couldn’t really tell before the crowd swallowed them up again. We finally got over to the other corner, and I was nearly out of breath. Spencer pulled me along up a short flight of stairs, and then around a corner. There was a wide kind of sidewalk running around the outside of the wall, and there were doors every bunch of feet. There were small tables with two chairs on opposite sides down the outside of the sidewalk against the glass and steel railing so you wouldn’t fall over. You could see out across the whole dance floor, and I had to stop and goggle at the writhing mass of humanity down there. It was amazing. Spence took my hand again, and we pushed through a door into a room. It looked like a cross between a playroom and a dining room. There was a man standing behind a bar in the far corner, and then there were two long couches running along the far wall and the side wall, and there were little hassock type things all around as well. There were about ten round tables sitting on top of steel poles mounted in the floor. There were two girls, not much older than me I guess, dressed in sexy French maid outfits with black skirts and white petticoats and black heels, with little white caps on their heads. Their boobs were covered by tiny white bras that showed their hard little nipples too. They were pretty sexy looking. I recognized two of Spencer’s business partners sitting and sipping drinks. We went over and Spence introduced us. We sat down, and I just sort of looked around all full of wonder at this place. One of the girls came over and Spence ordered a martini for him (ewwww!) and I asked for one of those spritzer things that taste like fruit juice. She took our order and then looked me up and down, and then smiled and winked.
“You go girl!” she whispered to me, grinning.
So for the next half hour or so I sat and sipped my juice drink and watched and waited as more and more guys came in to the room. Spence stood up for each one and shook their hands and introduced them to me and the other guys, and I could tell that not all of them knew each other, but Spence and one of his regular friends seemed to know them all. There were probably 20 guys there, and six or seven girlfriends or wives or whatever. They all seemed to stick together and talk to each other, and every now and then I caught one of them looking at me out of the corner of an eye.
After about an hour, waiters started bringing in these plates with delicious looking filay minyawns and mashed potatoes and green beans. I was starved, so I wolfed mine down like I hadn’t eaten all day. I got a kick out of looking around the room, seeing all these smart, powerful people doing business, talking in small groups or to Spence. I walked around a little bit but I didn’t really understand what they were talking about, it was a bunch of junk like ‘derivatives’ and ‘escrows’ and ‘deferred payments in loo of taxes’ and stuff like that.
At one point, after I’d had about three of those big juice spritzers things, I had to pee pretty bad. I went and found Spencer.
“Spencer, I have to pee really bad. Where’s the bathroom?” I asked, quietly, as he bent down so I could whisper in his ear.
He smiled and said, “Kelsey will show you. They’re . . . well, they’re a little bit special in this room.” I looked at him curiously. “You’ll find out. But umm- . . .”
“What?” I asked
“Well, we’ve got a little bit of an issue tonight. Brad-” (that was his partner) “-was supposed to hire a couple of girls to - . . . well, to provide some entertainment, I guess, some . . . fun for the guys. Bottom line is, the girls he signed up flaked on him, and won’t be here. So now we’re in a pickle.”
“What can I do?” I asked, kind of curious.
“Well, once you get to the rest room, I’m sure you’ll figure it out, if you don’t mind” he said, grinning down at me. How could I resist that? I’d do anything for my Spencer. He leaned down to kiss me right on the lips and I hugged him back.
I walked over and Kelsey, that was the waitress girl, she showed me down a little hallway lit with really dim little lights in the floor, and into the rest room. Heck, it was nearly as big as Daddy’s bathroom back home. There was a huge big sofa against one wall, and two big chairs to sit in, and three sinks along the other way. The floor was beautiful marble or granite or something hard like that, and it reflected the wall lights beautifully. There was this fancy dark reddish wallpaper on the walls with all sorts of fancy designs, and there was even a big chandelier in the ceiling with about six hundred tiny light bulbs in it. Interesting though, even with those lights all over, they were kinda small and the room was sort of romantic looking and dark looking.
I went into one of the stalls, and it was amazing! It was almost a small room. In fact, it was a small room. There was a toilet in one corner, but there was also a little sink with soap and towels and everything, and a cushioned little stool. The room was warm, as though it had extra heating vents or something, and even smelled good, which you know that bathrooms sometimes don’t! I lifted my dress and sat on the pot, and got another shock. It was heated! Wow! I settled in and just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling. I made a mental note to tell Daddy we needed these heated seats!
I peed and then cleaned up and washed my hands and fixed my hair, and then just as I was about to go back out and see Spence, I heard a tiny little “ding” from somewhere, and got another shock. This painting that had been hanging on the wall next to the toilet slid up out of the way, and a very nice looking, mostly hard penis poked through a hole in the wall! My eyes widened. A glory hole! Cool!
My mind raced. I wondered which of the men outside it was. I rolled the little stool over to the edge of the wall and sat on it, and was not surprised to find out it was at almost the perfect height for me, just a little too low – obviously made for a bigger girl. I craned my neck up, and then spied the big pile of towels on the sink. Perfect! I grabbed three or four of them and put them down on the stool, and then it was fine! I turned to look at the penis. It was not circumscribed, but the round head was poking out nicely, and it looked clean and fresh. I heard a whispered voice on the other side.
“Go.”
I knew he wasn’t talking about the game. I leaned forwards and swiped my tongue across the weeping head, using my hand to hold it steady for me. It was a nice length, probably at least six inches. As I licked the head, I heard a soft sigh from the other side, and smiled inwardly. I teased the poor man for a few minutes, just lightly tonguing up and down his shaft, jerking it lightly with my hand. Finally, though, I relented and put my mouth on his head and slowly fed it in, letting my tongue swirl all around it and building up spit to keep it warm and wet. I began moving my face back and forth on the first few inches, while shucking the skin back and forth while I did that. I sucked strongly, starting to enjoy myself as I gave pleasure to this unknown man.
I let one hand drift down to my crotch and began just lightly tapping my clit. I moaned inwardly. My eyes were closed and I just let myself go, sucking and rubbing, zoning out like I always do when I have a nice cute dick to suck on.
Not sure how long it was, but I was jolted back to reality when I heard a gentle tapping on the wall next to my head and I felt the hard shaft in my mouth start to pulse and it got harder, and then a wet splurt of salty semen splashed in to the back of my mouth. I gulped it down without even thinking. My hand urged another missile to shoot out, and I swallowed repeatedly, perhaps half a dozen times, as the man on the other side of the wall climaxed with a low groan and a muttered oath. “Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . oh fuck-“ he repeated, each ‘fuck’ corresponding to a shuddered shot of sperm. My tummy welcomed the warm goodness and I sucked hard to pull it all out of him. He shuddered and I heard him exhale, and then “stop – stop…too much” and he pulled away from my mouth, sadly. I pouted as the slowly deflating penis disappeared through the opening. It was dark on the other side, I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t even figure out where the other side WAS, for that matter.
I decided to wait, and sat patiently. I pushed two fingers through the hole, and waved them around. The hole was well cushioned, and quite large. It was obvious this was a built-in thing. I leaned back against the wall, the hole next to my shoulder. My hand still idly thrummed along the top of my clitty, giving me just enough sensual shock to keep me going. I tasted the unknown man’s sperm in my mouth.
A few minutes later, another penis presented itself. This one was black, or rather, chocolate brown, and steel hard to the touch. It’s head was beautifully cut and the ridge locked between my lips just seconds after it appeared. I got to work. The penis smelled and tasted rich and funky and powerful and male. I tongued all around the head, getting it really wet and slippery, spreading the drops of pre-cum that oozed out of the little slit around and around, and then I opened my mouth and slipped the head and about two inches in to my mouth, still beating around the head with my tongue. The man on the other side moaned softly, letting me know that I was doing good.
“Oh shit lady, that’s really good. . .keep that up, please. . .”
I smiled inside and kept on swabbing the man’s hard cock, moving my lips over the outer couple of inches and jerking the shaft with my other hand. I kept my spit and all really coating the tip, and then I took my hand off the shaft and pushed down until I had the entire penis in my mouth, at least the part on my side of the hole. I heard the man groan again, and I came off and then went back down again, over and over about ten or so times, gulping and swallowing each time the penis went back and down into the top of my throat. I heard the tap.
I pulled back until just the tip was in my mouth and sucked strong, as strong as I could, my lips locked around the ridge of his corona, and I felt the cock shudder and a warm, strong, rich jet of sperm blew out of it right into the back of my mouth. I closed off my throat, and sucked three more nice warm pulses out of the man, until all he was doing was dribbling little drops. I kept sucking until I heard him say “oh shit. . . oh shit. . .easy there, easy. . .” and he shuddered with the sensitivity and he pulled himself away from me. I reluctantly let go of my prize, and then dipped my head to gather the nice big load of sperm in my mouth and then swallowed the whole load in one big gulp!
I sat there again for a few minutes, but no other penises presented themselves, so I got up and went out to the mirror and fixed my lipstick and made sure I was presentable, and went back out to Spencer and his group.
“Did you have a nice time?” he looked at me, smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
I paused. “You stinker!” I sputtered. “You knew about those rooms!” I said, punching him in the arm and laughing. I took the spritzer he offered and washed down the last bits of sperm.
“Well, yes, of course. But I figured you’d want to check them out anyway, and you must have been ok with it, since you were gone nearly half an hour!” he answered back, chuckling at me.
“Did I get any on me?” I asked, looking down at my dress for any tell-tale white droplets or stains.
Spence looked me left to right and up and down.
“Nope, doesn’t look like it.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t spill much!” I said rather proudly. “So, basically, you need a girl to sit in the bathroom there and suck off any of the guys who come to the glory hole, right? And the girl you hired to do it flaked on you and so now you really NEED me, don’t you?” I grinned at him, wanting to draw it out as much as possible, and make him squirm. I’m so bad.
“Yep, that’s about the extent of it. Brad must’a found these girls on the back of a Pennysaver or something. Should have known he’d fuck it up” he laughed.
I sat down with my spritzer and a little plate of cocktail weenies. They were pretty good, actually. I just looked around at all the beautiful, sophisticated people standing or sitting around, talking in small groups of three or four. Spencer was in the middle of a group of men, maybe seven or eight of them, and he looked over at me once and smiled. I smiled back and crossed my legs really sexy so he’d notice. I was sitting there maybe five or six minutes, not long, when Kelsey came over and sat down next to me.
“Hey, you’re Julia, right?”
I nodded.
“Spencer’s?”
“Yeah.”
“Well I gotta tell ya, he’s a good guy. Most any of the girls here would kill to be on his arm. You must be something really special, honey.”
I blushed and dipped my head. “I – I guess so. But I’m nothing special, I think.”
“You must be, sweetie. You’re cute as a button, and Spencer could have any girl in the city if he wanted. What’re you, about 16 or 17?”
I looked up at her. Should I tell her I was only 13? I thought for a second and then decided that I probably shouldn’t.
“Yeah. . . my birthday’s in May.” I didn’t really lie, did I?
Kelsey changed the subject anyway.
“So, you been in the head?”
I looked at her quizzically.
“Head?”
“Yeah, the bathrooms. The ‘special’ one, if you get my drift, baby. You know. You were there for about half an hour.”
I colored.
“Yeah.” I didn’t know what else to say. I let her continue.
“They’re kinda fun sometimes. I’ve been in them a couple times myself. You know how they work, right?”
“What do you mean?”
She looked at me kinda funny this time.
“You did see the. . . glory hole, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And. . . yeah, I did three guys. It was cool.”
She smiled at me.
“So, um, how do ya like it? I mean, the glory holes and all?” she asked.
I looked at her and wriggled my eyebrow.
“LOVE it! I like sucking dick, you know?” I tried to sound sophisticated and all, so she wouldn’t suspect I was just 13. “I’ve been doin’ it for a long time, and the guys, well, Spencer, thinks I’m pretty good.” I beamed.
“Yeah, it’s cool, I guess. I mean, you know, sometimes, it’s quick and simple, ya know?”
“Yeah. No muss, no fuss.”
“Except when they cum all over you, your face or something, right?” she grimaced a bit.
“Yeah. I swallow though, so that’s not usually a problem. But I like facials too, don’t you?”
“I’m not crazy about them really, you know? Get that shit in your eye, it stings!” she laughed.
I nodded. “Yeah. I must not be too sensitive to it though, coz it’s never bothered me. I get lots of facials.”
She looked at me with a grin. “Yeah? You? Really?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Spencer loves it. I always let him.”
Kelsey and I kept on talking, and I felt more and more comfortable with her. Then, about a half hour later, Spencer came up.
“Hey sweetie, I see you made a friend?” he nodded at Kelsey. “Kels, now don’t you go trying to steal Julia away from me, right?” he laughed.
“Oh no, Spencer, she seems like a cool chick.” Kelsey added.
Spence looked at me.
“Hey sweetie, umm, there’s kind of a line of guys waiting to use the. . . bathroom, you know. Some of them are the guys we’re trying to get on board with, they could use some, well, convincing, you know what I mean? You up for that?”
I guessed he meant that he needed me to go into the glory hole and suck a bunch of men off. My favorite hobby!
“Sure, Spencer, whatever you need. I’d be glad to help out.” I said, winking at him and turning to Kelsey.
“I’ll be back soon, or maybe not!” I laughed and she grinned and held my hand.
“You go girl”
I reached up to give Spence a kiss on the cheek, and he grabbed my butt and squeezed, so I gave a little shriek and mock-slapped him on the chest.
“Now you behave!” I giggled. I walked over to where the ladies room door was and pushed it open. There were two older girls there, talking and chattering as they finished their business, I guess. We nodded to each other, but they seemed way too interested in each other’s makeup and stuff to notice a little kid like me. I pretended to inspect myself in one of the mirrors over the sink to one side, and after a minute they left still giggling and talking. I looked around, and then headed for the “special” booth.
I turned and locked the door behind me, and sat on the commode. It was warm in the booth, and I checked out the stuff in there a little more intently than I had the first time. There was the little sink, like I said, and some folded hand towels on the little counter, and a box of tissues, and a box of those handi-wipe thingys, and a glass and pitcher of water. The little stool was right where I’d left it earlier, so I don’t think anyone had used the room since then. I took out my phone and took a picture of the room.
About a minute after I got there, I heard shuffling next door there, and a little beam of light came on for a moment, and then turned a dim reddish color. I moved the picture out of the way like last time, and in a second, a nice looking but kinda small penis popped through the hole. It was hard and waving up and down though, so I sat on the little footstool and moved up next to the hole. I reached out to hold the penis, and moved it around to take a good look. Then I leaned forwards and popped it into my mouth. It tasted fresh and clean, which was nice, and kind of warm too. I started sucking on it, keeping my mouth nice and wet and going all the way down on it, which was pretty easy, since like I said, it wasn’t very big – maybe 4 or 5 inches at most. But it was nice, and clean, and like all dicks, it deserved to be sucked.
I moved my head back and forth, teasing it with my tongue, wrapping it around the shaft as I could, and using my lips and teeth to keep it comforted. I just closed my eyes and moved my head back and forth. I knew that sooner or later, the man would have his orgasm and I’d get my reward and everybody would be happy.
I was right! LOL! About three minutes or so into it, I heard a gentle tapping on the wall on the other side, and the penis sort of got real hard for a sec, and then it squirted a very hot, salty stream of semen right onto my tongue. I swallowed it down right away and as I was doing that, the penis was spurting another two or three nice jets into my mouth. I gathered them all up and then pulled my head back from the penis, keeping my lips closed tight, and then kissed the end of the penis gently and patted it dry with one of the towels. As I did, I swallowed down my reward, and my tummy felt all warm and good as the salty slick load dribbled down my throat.
The happy penis disappeared from the hole, and I used one of the small towels to dab at my face. I didn’t have to wait too long before I heard more movement on the other side of the wall, and then I was rewarded by a nice, long and thin and brown cock pushing through the hole. It was not even hard yet and it must have been at least seven inches long. I swooped down and captured it in my mouth, sucking as much as I could right in, and tightening my lips around it. I started working on it, and I loved how it felt as the mighty rod stiffened and enlarged in my mouth as I sucked. I could almost feel the pulses of blood as it filled up. Within just a few short moments, I had a nice, hard, penis in my mouth, and I went to work. This one was long enough so that I could use my hand to jerk at the part of it that I didn’t have in my mouth. I went down on it until I felt it tickle at the back of my throat, and then gave a push and a swallow and the shaft popped down into my throat. I heard the man on the other side groan.
“oh shit, that’s so good. Girly, you are the best!” he breathed, as I started moving back and forth on his cock, keeping it wet and slimy with my spit. I worked on this very nice penis for about five minutes, all the while hearing the man on the other side moan and grunt, he was obviously enjoying my work. It felt good inside to give this man, this stranger, pleasure so easily.
I fucked my face on his cock over and over, just losing myself in the sexiness of the whole thing. I was almost in a trance when I heard the soft ‘knock-knock-knock’ on the wall, and the penis shivered and a tasted a warm, salty splash of cum in the back of my throat. I pushed forwards all the way, and my throat went ‘glug-glug-glug-glug’ in time with his pulses, and I swallowed the entire load of sperm right down into my tum-tum! My lips were pressed right up against the soft round opening, and I felt all warm and tingly as the man finished his orgasm, grunting roughly on the other side of the wall as his balls drained all of their lovely goodness into me. His orgasm tapered off and I felt his penis start to soften, so I let it soak in my throat for a minute, gulping and making my neck massage his shaft, and then I slowly slid back up off of him and let the shaft ‘POP’ out of my mouth at the very end. His penis was shiny clean! I kissed the tip gently and whispered, “Thank you, mister” as it slowly withdrew from the opening. I heard him say, “oh no, thank YOU, my dear” as the light dimmed over in the other room.
I sat back and swallowed again, and then took a sip of cool water.
In an hour, I sucked seven more dicks and swallowed almost every drop of cum, it was so much fun! I pretended I was like some kind of mysterious spy lady, extracting the power and strength of the men to be powerful over them! LOL. The penises were mostly OK, nothing really special, until at the end, I recognized the most Perfect Penis Of Them All coming through the hole!
I yippee’d and clapped my hands when I saw my Spencer come through the hole. I leaned up against it, holding its warmth and strength against my cheek and whispered through the opening, “Thank youthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” and I heard him chuckle back.
“You’re welcome baby!” I leaned back to admire him, he was just sooooo beautiful. I wet my lips and licked the very Tip of it, shucking his skin up slowly and smoothly, as the Penis hardened up completely under my care. My fingers barely touched around the shaft, as usual, but I held it firmly and lovingly, jerking the hard cylinder of love and licking under the Tip until a nice large bead of clear, salty pre-cum burbled from the opening there, and I licked it and felt it smoothly spread over the tip of my tongue.
I kept on jerking and licking, swabbing my tongue all around the whole Head of the Perfect One, and then kissing and sucking lightly on the very Tip, and managed to pull about three or four more nice big drops of pre-cum up out of Spencer. I could hear him breathing heavily on the other side, moaning lightly. That made me feel real good, that I was giving him so much pleasure.
I continued to smoothly jerk his Shaft towards my mouth as I pushed my face farther and farther down on to it, and then began my favorite, ‘back and forth with lots of spit’ motion, sucking strongly each time I came back to the Tip of Perfection. Spencer always goes nuts when I do that, and he can never last very long. Three, four minutes tops.
I bet he didn’t last four minutes this time. I felt him start to groan and shiver and then he muttered “oh fuck!” and pushed himself flat against the wall on the other side, and I felt his marvelousness sort of pulse and expand just a little bit, and then WHAM! a bolt of hot sperm blew out of the Tip and smashed into the back of my mouth with a salty explosion. I gulped it down almost immediately, and then continued to jerk on his shaft, pulling three more hot streams of his cum into me which I greedily gulped down.
But I wanted to be a little nasty tonight. I was so wound up from sucking all those nice dicks, I wanted to celebrate it. I leaned back and let Spence’s last few shots fly out and decorate my complexion. One jet flew out and hit just below my left eye and flowed in a little river down over my cheek, not quite making my jawline. Another hit just about the middle of my forehead, and dribbled down over the bridge of my nose! It tickled a little bit! LOL And the third pop hit square on my right cheek and spread out in a little white star.
I kissed lovely Spence’s Perfection on last time and tucked him back into the hole.
“I’ll be right out. . .” I whispered into the black opening as I heard him put himself back together. I got up and smoothed out my dress. I walked over to the sink and mirror and looked at myself.
A cute little brunette looked back at me. A nearly flawless complexion of pinkish skin, bright brown eyes, a little bit of eye makeup and three wet sperm trails. Yep. That’s the look I wanted. It was obvious I’d just sucked some major dick. I put on a tiny bit of lip gloss with a small brush, ran a comb through my hair and took one last look before I turned and sauntered back out into the nightclub.
Christmas came and went, and I was sorry that things didn’t work out for us to go down to the naked place in the Caribbean but between Spencer’s work and Christine’s jobs and Daddy being really busy, it just didn’t happen. I sat around the house pretty much all the break off from school. To tell the truth, I had to recover from the party with Abe’s friends too. I couldn’t believe how sore and tired I was for the next couple of days. I lived on aspirin and aloe lotion! LOL! My butt dripped cum for three days, and my poor pussy felt like there was a hive of bees inside of it, all mad at each other. But it was a good sore, I’m not sorry I did anything.
Then it was back to school and the usual sort of January doldrums after the holidays and all. Spencer took me out to dinner for Valentines Day and gave me a beautiful tennis bracelet and a gift card to one of my favorite club-wear places, so I told him we could go and he could help pick out my outfits. As we finished up our dessert, he said, “Julie, I have a favor to ask of you, if you’d like.”
“Does it involve sex?”
He laughed. “Girl, you are just too much. Is that all you think about?” he said, grinning at me. He reached across the table to hold my hand in his.
“No, silly. Sometimes I think about fucking!” I laughed. We giggled at that, and then he started back up.
“Here’s the deal. I have some business partners coming into town next week for a meeting, and we’re also considering bringing in some more investors, for a big real estate deal we’re working on. This would be about the biggest thing I’ve ever done, and it’s very important for me, and my current partners, to make sure this deal goes through. We’re buying up some smaller companies that are having financial trouble, and using that to get some money from some other banks to re-invigorate the companies and help keep them going. Ultimately, we’re pretty sure we can make them successful again, and make some money ourselves. But it’s a very complex arrangement, and we’re not sure that all of the other potential players will want to be involved. Do you get it so far?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” I nodded. I sort of understood, but the main thing is that there were a bunch of people who all had to be convinced that something was worthwhile, and to put money into it, and Spence needed my help. That’s all I needed to know.
“Great. Anyway, we’re meeting at Pulsations on Friday night, and I want you to be there.”
Pulsations. I knew of that place. It was a private night club, sort of, where the real bigwigs around here would go to drink, party, and have a good time. There were a bunch of small meeting rooms on the first floor, where you could go and sit with half a dozen or so people, and a small bar and bartender in each room. Then there was a big dance club place on the second floor. I’d never been there but everyone knew it was a pretty popular place for all the jet-setters to go to. I was excited to hear Spence wanted to take me there. Today was Tuesday, so I had a few days to prepare.
“Wow, cool!” I exclaimed. “That sounds really great!”
“Of course. We’ll go out tomorrow and get you some fancy new club wear, and maybe stop at a nail place or whatever and you can get your hair done too. Whatever you want.”
I jiggled in my chair. I loved going out with Spence, or Daddy, and showing off all dressed up with sexy clothes or stuff.
“I can’t wait!” I breathed, and jumped up to lean over Spence and give him a big hug and a wet kiss that, of course, I had to finish at home that evening with a nice long blowjob on his Perfect Penis, and after he fed me my second daily dose of his Perfect sperms, he fucked me so hard and so good I almost passed out from the pleasure.
The next day we went shopping when Spence got back from work, and we bought a some really sexy outfits – two cute mini skirts, a blue and a red plaid school-girl style pleated numbers that fit just perfectly over the top of my butt cheeks, with a white tied blouse; a nice red, skin-tight dress that I fit into like it was painted on, and a leather mini skirt that was soft as could be and smelled like rich, dark wood. I found a couple of nice tops that fit me nice and hugged my boobs. I even found a pair of platform black patent leather heels that strapped around my ankles and looked really sexy on. I couldn’t wait to go clubbing!
On Friday after school I went to get my hair done, and my nails. I felt so grownup as all the cute Asian women at the salon there clucked and fussed over me. They didn’t even bat an eye at my age. I think they knew Spencer. When I got home, I tried on all my outfits and had to figure out which would be best for the club. I wore thigh-highs with the little plaid skirts, and put on a sexy red garter belt to try with the red dress. It came down to about three inches above the tops of my stockings, and looked soooooo sexy with the little straps and buckles showing! I decided to go with that combination. My new heels completed the look, and by the time I was done, I was ready to hit the floor running! Or dancing, as the case may be!
I put all the stuff I was going to wear on the bed, laid out real carefully, and then went into the big bathroom in Spencer’s apartment and decided to clean myself out real good back there, so I did two enemas, and then took a nice hot bath and soaked in the bubbles until the water got cold. I have to admit, I played with my pussy nearly the whole time, it felt so good to just lightly stroke up and down my lips and tease my little clitty button, making those shocks of pleasure just radiate up and down my body. I rubbed and rubbed and had two very nice cums while I soaked.
Then I got out and dried off, and decided to take a nap until Spence got home. I woke up to him gently shaking my shoulder as I snoozed. I peered at the alarm clock on my phone. It was 10:30 pm already!
“Hey sweetie, wake up babe. We gotta change and get ready to go. . .” he half-whispered. I groggily sat up and threw my arms around him and kissed his neck.
“Ummmm… ok, sweetie.” I yawned. I’d slept for over five hours! “How come you didn’t wake me up?” I mumbled through my dry mouth.
“You looked so pretty sleeping there. I got home around 6, had a bite to eat, and caught up on some work I needed to do here. Then I called my guys to confirm everything tonight and made sure of our reservations. We’ll get dinner at the club, if that’s OK.”
“What do you think of my outfit?” I asked, waving my hand towards the clothing I’d draped across the chair next to the bed.
His eyes lit up. “Wow! I think it looks fabulous, and I’m sure it’ll be super sexy on you!” he grinned. He helped me stand up and then pushed me towards the bathroom with a swat on my naked ass. “Now go and make yourself pretty, while I shave and get changed. I’ll use the guest bathroom.”
I squeaked at his lighthearted slap and skipped into the bathroom. I washed my face and decided to just use a little bit of blusher and eye shadow. I brushed my hair out and put on some nice ruby earrings that Daddy had bought me for Christmas a couple years back. I poured a tiny bit of body rub on my hands and rubbed my crotch and legs a little bit, and then my boobies. It just made my skin tingle and feel super smooth. I’d brought in my stockings and all, so I fastened the sexy red garter belt around my waist and slid it around so the straps draped right, and then I sat on the closed toilet lid and slid one stocking up my leg. I fastened it to the clips, and then did the other one, really carefully, ‘cause I didn’t want to put a runner in my nylons. They looked really nice on my legs. I was so happy that my legs were starting to fill out a little bit so I fit in my underwear better, I’d had such skinny little sticks when I was younger! I stood on my tippy toes and twisted around to make sure they were all done up right, and then stepped into the tiny dress and pulled it up over my hips and set the straps over my shoulders. It took me a minute to get my boobs situated right, but the dress fit really nice and tight on me and I didn’t wear a bra, not that I could have with that thing! I stepped into my heels and then fastened the straps across the front of my ankles, and then walked over to the full length mirror in the bedroom, twisting and turning like every woman does to see how she looks.
I thought I looked pretty good. My hair fell down to my shoulders and my boobs pushed the dress out just perfectly. You could tell I didn’t have any bra on, and the dress fell just perfectly to the top of my thighs and just barely showed my stocking tops if I stretched or bent over. I loved that look. Sexy, sophisticated, and just a little daring, right?
Spence came out as I was admiring myself in the mirror, and I nearly passed out. He was SOOOOO handsome! He had on a gorgeous black tuxedo with a brilliantly white shirt and his black leather shoes gleamed in the light. His tux jacked fit snugly across his shoulders and his pants were just the right length. He was my dreamboat!
“WOW!” he chuckled as he saw me, “Jeeze honey you look absolutely fabulous! My god, every man in that club is going to want you,” he said, coming up and giving me a warm hug. My heart melted at his words. I loved being with Spencer. He smelled faintly of lime and musk, not a lot, just enough to be sexy without being overpowering. His chin was smooth and silky to my hands.
“C’mon, the car’s waiting downstairs!” He took my hand, and I grabbed a tiny purse with some junk in it and we made our way downstairs in the elevator. As we walked out of the big brass revolving door, he nodded to Harley, the doorman guy who grinned and whistled at me.
“Wooooo hooooo! You are the sexiest little woman I’ve seen all month!” he smiled at me. I smiled at him and curtsied.
“Thank you kind sir!” I said, giggling and winked at him. Spence was holding the door of the limo car for me, and I ducked in, knowing full well that Harley would get a nice look up my dress as I did. Spence and I settled in and the car took off, moving smoothly through the traffic that was starting to build up for the weekend coming. The air conditioning made my nipples stand up and poke out of the dress. There was a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket by the side of the seat, and Spence asked if I wanted a sip. I said ‘sure, why not?’, and so he and I sipped at the cold bubbly wine as the car headed to the club. Ever since I’d had those couple of glasses back with Mr Abe and his friends, I decided that champagne wasn’t too bad. You just had to get used to it. I still preferred raspberry iced tea, though! LOL!
We got to the club in about fifteen minutes or so I guess, and Spence helped me out of the car. There were already people lined up to get in, and I could hear the music booming even out here. He nodded to the bouncer guy and he opened the rope and motioned for us to go in this side door to the left of where everyone else had to go. I looked at the people waiting. They were all dressed up real fancy, the guys in mostly nice suits and shirts, and the girls were all wearing short tight skirts or dresses and there was a ton of leg showing on all of them! Well, the girls anyway! Ha ha! I watched some of them give me the eye as I hooked my arm in Spence’s elbow and we stepped through the doorway.
The club was amazing! I’d never been in anything so exciting or dramatic, even in the places they took me in Japan when I was there. There were lights everywhere, even in the floor, and there were people dancing out in the main floor, and spotlight beams and fog stuff blowing around up in the ceiling and it was just overwhelming. Spence held my hand and pulled me along behind him.
“Our room is over in the corner there and up those stairs!” he shouted. I grinned at him, my eyes wide open and bright.
You could literally feel the heat and energy and sexiness in the place, it was so full of energetic young people, mostly people about Spencer’s age or maybe a bit younger, like in their mid 20s or so. I swiveled my head to take it all in as we made our way to the other side of the room. There were people hugging and swaying to the music, and guys and girls making out and all, and guys had their hands on girls boobs and stuff, and I swear I saw a girl off to one side down on her knees giving her guy a blowjob but I couldn’t be sure and it was so quick I couldn’t really tell before the crowd swallowed them up again. We finally got over to the other corner, and I was nearly out of breath. Spencer pulled me along up a short flight of stairs, and then around a corner. There was a wide kind of sidewalk running around the outside of the wall, and there were doors every bunch of feet. There were small tables with two chairs on opposite sides down the outside of the sidewalk against the glass and steel railing so you wouldn’t fall over. You could see out across the whole dance floor, and I had to stop and goggle at the writhing mass of humanity down there. It was amazing. Spence took my hand again, and we pushed through a door into a room. It looked like a cross between a playroom and a dining room. There was a man standing behind a bar in the far corner, and then there were two long couches running along the far wall and the side wall, and there were little hassock type things all around as well. There were about ten round tables sitting on top of steel poles mounted in the floor. There were two girls, not much older than me I guess, dressed in sexy French maid outfits with black skirts and white petticoats and black heels, with little white caps on their heads. Their boobs were covered by tiny white bras that showed their hard little nipples too. They were pretty sexy looking. I recognized two of Spencer’s business partners sitting and sipping drinks. We went over and Spence introduced us. We sat down, and I just sort of looked around all full of wonder at this place. One of the girls came over and Spence ordered a martini for him (ewwww!) and I asked for one of those spritzer things that taste like fruit juice. She took our order and then looked me up and down, and then smiled and winked.
“You go girl!” she whispered to me, grinning.
So for the next half hour or so I sat and sipped my juice drink and watched and waited as more and more guys came in to the room. Spence stood up for each one and shook their hands and introduced them to me and the other guys, and I could tell that not all of them knew each other, but Spence and one of his regular friends seemed to know them all. There were probably 20 guys there, and six or seven girlfriends or wives or whatever. They all seemed to stick together and talk to each other, and every now and then I caught one of them looking at me out of the corner of an eye.
After about an hour, waiters started bringing in these plates with delicious looking filay minyawns and mashed potatoes and green beans. I was starved, so I wolfed mine down like I hadn’t eaten all day. I got a kick out of looking around the room, seeing all these smart, powerful people doing business, talking in small groups or to Spence. I walked around a little bit but I didn’t really understand what they were talking about, it was a bunch of junk like ‘derivatives’ and ‘escrows’ and ‘deferred payments in loo of taxes’ and stuff like that.
At one point, after I’d had about three of those big juice spritzers things, I had to pee pretty bad. I went and found Spencer.
“Spencer, I have to pee really bad. Where’s the bathroom?” I asked, quietly, as he bent down so I could whisper in his ear.
He smiled and said, “Kelsey will show you. They’re . . . well, they’re a little bit special in this room.” I looked at him curiously. “You’ll find out. But umm- . . .”
“What?” I asked
“Well, we’ve got a little bit of an issue tonight. Brad-” (that was his partner) “-was supposed to hire a couple of girls to - . . . well, to provide some entertainment, I guess, some . . . fun for the guys. Bottom line is, the girls he signed up flaked on him, and won’t be here. So now we’re in a pickle.”
“What can I do?” I asked, kind of curious.
“Well, once you get to the rest room, I’m sure you’ll figure it out, if you don’t mind” he said, grinning down at me. How could I resist that? I’d do anything for my Spencer. He leaned down to kiss me right on the lips and I hugged him back.
I walked over and Kelsey, that was the waitress girl, she showed me down a little hallway lit with really dim little lights in the floor, and into the rest room. Heck, it was nearly as big as Daddy’s bathroom back home. There was a huge big sofa against one wall, and two big chairs to sit in, and three sinks along the other way. The floor was beautiful marble or granite or something hard like that, and it reflected the wall lights beautifully. There was this fancy dark reddish wallpaper on the walls with all sorts of fancy designs, and there was even a big chandelier in the ceiling with about six hundred tiny light bulbs in it. Interesting though, even with those lights all over, they were kinda small and the room was sort of romantic looking and dark looking.
I went into one of the stalls, and it was amazing! It was almost a small room. In fact, it was a small room. There was a toilet in one corner, but there was also a little sink with soap and towels and everything, and a cushioned little stool. The room was warm, as though it had extra heating vents or something, and even smelled good, which you know that bathrooms sometimes don’t! I lifted my dress and sat on the pot, and got another shock. It was heated! Wow! I settled in and just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling. I made a mental note to tell Daddy we needed these heated seats!
I peed and then cleaned up and washed my hands and fixed my hair, and then just as I was about to go back out and see Spence, I heard a tiny little “ding” from somewhere, and got another shock. This painting that had been hanging on the wall next to the toilet slid up out of the way, and a very nice looking, mostly hard penis poked through a hole in the wall! My eyes widened. A glory hole! Cool!
My mind raced. I wondered which of the men outside it was. I rolled the little stool over to the edge of the wall and sat on it, and was not surprised to find out it was at almost the perfect height for me, just a little too low – obviously made for a bigger girl. I craned my neck up, and then spied the big pile of towels on the sink. Perfect! I grabbed three or four of them and put them down on the stool, and then it was fine! I turned to look at the penis. It was not circumscribed, but the round head was poking out nicely, and it looked clean and fresh. I heard a whispered voice on the other side.
“Go.”
I knew he wasn’t talking about the game. I leaned forwards and swiped my tongue across the weeping head, using my hand to hold it steady for me. It was a nice length, probably at least six inches. As I licked the head, I heard a soft sigh from the other side, and smiled inwardly. I teased the poor man for a few minutes, just lightly tonguing up and down his shaft, jerking it lightly with my hand. Finally, though, I relented and put my mouth on his head and slowly fed it in, letting my tongue swirl all around it and building up spit to keep it warm and wet. I began moving my face back and forth on the first few inches, while shucking the skin back and forth while I did that. I sucked strongly, starting to enjoy myself as I gave pleasure to this unknown man.
I let one hand drift down to my crotch and began just lightly tapping my clit. I moaned inwardly. My eyes were closed and I just let myself go, sucking and rubbing, zoning out like I always do when I have a nice cute dick to suck on.
Not sure how long it was, but I was jolted back to reality when I heard a gentle tapping on the wall next to my head and I felt the hard shaft in my mouth start to pulse and it got harder, and then a wet splurt of salty semen splashed in to the back of my mouth. I gulped it down without even thinking. My hand urged another missile to shoot out, and I swallowed repeatedly, perhaps half a dozen times, as the man on the other side of the wall climaxed with a low groan and a muttered oath. “Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . oh fuck-“ he repeated, each ‘fuck’ corresponding to a shuddered shot of sperm. My tummy welcomed the warm goodness and I sucked hard to pull it all out of him. He shuddered and I heard him exhale, and then “stop – stop…too much” and he pulled away from my mouth, sadly. I pouted as the slowly deflating penis disappeared through the opening. It was dark on the other side, I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t even figure out where the other side WAS, for that matter.
I decided to wait, and sat patiently. I pushed two fingers through the hole, and waved them around. The hole was well cushioned, and quite large. It was obvious this was a built-in thing. I leaned back against the wall, the hole next to my shoulder. My hand still idly thrummed along the top of my clitty, giving me just enough sensual shock to keep me going. I tasted the unknown man’s sperm in my mouth.
A few minutes later, another penis presented itself. This one was black, or rather, chocolate brown, and steel hard to the touch. It’s head was beautifully cut and the ridge locked between my lips just seconds after it appeared. I got to work. The penis smelled and tasted rich and funky and powerful and male. I tongued all around the head, getting it really wet and slippery, spreading the drops of pre-cum that oozed out of the little slit around and around, and then I opened my mouth and slipped the head and about two inches in to my mouth, still beating around the head with my tongue. The man on the other side moaned softly, letting me know that I was doing good.
“Oh shit lady, that’s really good. . .keep that up, please. . .”
I smiled inside and kept on swabbing the man’s hard cock, moving my lips over the outer couple of inches and jerking the shaft with my other hand. I kept my spit and all really coating the tip, and then I took my hand off the shaft and pushed down until I had the entire penis in my mouth, at least the part on my side of the hole. I heard the man groan again, and I came off and then went back down again, over and over about ten or so times, gulping and swallowing each time the penis went back and down into the top of my throat. I heard the tap.
I pulled back until just the tip was in my mouth and sucked strong, as strong as I could, my lips locked around the ridge of his corona, and I felt the cock shudder and a warm, strong, rich jet of sperm blew out of it right into the back of my mouth. I closed off my throat, and sucked three more nice warm pulses out of the man, until all he was doing was dribbling little drops. I kept sucking until I heard him say “oh shit. . . oh shit. . .easy there, easy. . .” and he shuddered with the sensitivity and he pulled himself away from me. I reluctantly let go of my prize, and then dipped my head to gather the nice big load of sperm in my mouth and then swallowed the whole load in one big gulp!
I sat there again for a few minutes, but no other penises presented themselves, so I got up and went out to the mirror and fixed my lipstick and made sure I was presentable, and went back out to Spencer and his group.
“Did you have a nice time?” he looked at me, smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
I paused. “You stinker!” I sputtered. “You knew about those rooms!” I said, punching him in the arm and laughing. I took the spritzer he offered and washed down the last bits of sperm.
“Well, yes, of course. But I figured you’d want to check them out anyway, and you must have been ok with it, since you were gone nearly half an hour!” he answered back, chuckling at me.
“Did I get any on me?” I asked, looking down at my dress for any tell-tale white droplets or stains.
Spence looked me left to right and up and down.
“Nope, doesn’t look like it.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t spill much!” I said rather proudly. “So, basically, you need a girl to sit in the bathroom there and suck off any of the guys who come to the glory hole, right? And the girl you hired to do it flaked on you and so now you really NEED me, don’t you?” I grinned at him, wanting to draw it out as much as possible, and make him squirm. I’m so bad.
“Yep, that’s about the extent of it. Brad must’a found these girls on the back of a Pennysaver or something. Should have known he’d fuck it up” he laughed.
I sat down with my spritzer and a little plate of cocktail weenies. They were pretty good, actually. I just looked around at all the beautiful, sophisticated people standing or sitting around, talking in small groups of three or four. Spencer was in the middle of a group of men, maybe seven or eight of them, and he looked over at me once and smiled. I smiled back and crossed my legs really sexy so he’d notice. I was sitting there maybe five or six minutes, not long, when Kelsey came over and sat down next to me.
“Hey, you’re Julia, right?”
I nodded.
“Spencer’s?”
“Yeah.”
“Well I gotta tell ya, he’s a good guy. Most any of the girls here would kill to be on his arm. You must be something really special, honey.”
I blushed and dipped my head. “I – I guess so. But I’m nothing special, I think.”
“You must be, sweetie. You’re cute as a button, and Spencer could have any girl in the city if he wanted. What’re you, about 16 or 17?”
I looked up at her. Should I tell her I was only 13? I thought for a second and then decided that I probably shouldn’t.
“Yeah. . . my birthday’s in May.” I didn’t really lie, did I?
Kelsey changed the subject anyway.
“So, you been in the head?”
I looked at her quizzically.
“Head?”
“Yeah, the bathrooms. The ‘special’ one, if you get my drift, baby. You know. You were there for about half an hour.”
I colored.
“Yeah.” I didn’t know what else to say. I let her continue.
“They’re kinda fun sometimes. I’ve been in them a couple times myself. You know how they work, right?”
“What do you mean?”
She looked at me kinda funny this time.
“You did see the. . . glory hole, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And. . . yeah, I did three guys. It was cool.”
She smiled at me.
“So, um, how do ya like it? I mean, the glory holes and all?” she asked.
I looked at her and wriggled my eyebrow.
“LOVE it! I like sucking dick, you know?” I tried to sound sophisticated and all, so she wouldn’t suspect I was just 13. “I’ve been doin’ it for a long time, and the guys, well, Spencer, thinks I’m pretty good.” I beamed.
“Yeah, it’s cool, I guess. I mean, you know, sometimes, it’s quick and simple, ya know?”
“Yeah. No muss, no fuss.”
“Except when they cum all over you, your face or something, right?” she grimaced a bit.
“Yeah. I swallow though, so that’s not usually a problem. But I like facials too, don’t you?”
“I’m not crazy about them really, you know? Get that shit in your eye, it stings!” she laughed.
I nodded. “Yeah. I must not be too sensitive to it though, coz it’s never bothered me. I get lots of facials.”
She looked at me with a grin. “Yeah? You? Really?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Spencer loves it. I always let him.”
Kelsey and I kept on talking, and I felt more and more comfortable with her. Then, about a half hour later, Spencer came up.
“Hey sweetie, I see you made a friend?” he nodded at Kelsey. “Kels, now don’t you go trying to steal Julia away from me, right?” he laughed.
“Oh no, Spencer, she seems like a cool chick.” Kelsey added.
Spence looked at me.
“Hey sweetie, umm, there’s kind of a line of guys waiting to use the. . . bathroom, you know. Some of them are the guys we’re trying to get on board with, they could use some, well, convincing, you know what I mean? You up for that?”
I guessed he meant that he needed me to go into the glory hole and suck a bunch of men off. My favorite hobby!
“Sure, Spencer, whatever you need. I’d be glad to help out.” I said, winking at him and turning to Kelsey.
“I’ll be back soon, or maybe not!” I laughed and she grinned and held my hand.
“You go girl”
I reached up to give Spence a kiss on the cheek, and he grabbed my butt and squeezed, so I gave a little shriek and mock-slapped him on the chest.
“Now you behave!” I giggled. I walked over to where the ladies room door was and pushed it open. There were two older girls there, talking and chattering as they finished their business, I guess. We nodded to each other, but they seemed way too interested in each other’s makeup and stuff to notice a little kid like me. I pretended to inspect myself in one of the mirrors over the sink to one side, and after a minute they left still giggling and talking. I looked around, and then headed for the “special” booth.
I turned and locked the door behind me, and sat on the commode. It was warm in the booth, and I checked out the stuff in there a little more intently than I had the first time. There was the little sink, like I said, and some folded hand towels on the little counter, and a box of tissues, and a box of those handi-wipe thingys, and a glass and pitcher of water. The little stool was right where I’d left it earlier, so I don’t think anyone had used the room since then. I took out my phone and took a picture of the room.
About a minute after I got there, I heard shuffling next door there, and a little beam of light came on for a moment, and then turned a dim reddish color. I moved the picture out of the way like last time, and in a second, a nice looking but kinda small penis popped through the hole. It was hard and waving up and down though, so I sat on the little footstool and moved up next to the hole. I reached out to hold the penis, and moved it around to take a good look. Then I leaned forwards and popped it into my mouth. It tasted fresh and clean, which was nice, and kind of warm too. I started sucking on it, keeping my mouth nice and wet and going all the way down on it, which was pretty easy, since like I said, it wasn’t very big – maybe 4 or 5 inches at most. But it was nice, and clean, and like all dicks, it deserved to be sucked.
I moved my head back and forth, teasing it with my tongue, wrapping it around the shaft as I could, and using my lips and teeth to keep it comforted. I just closed my eyes and moved my head back and forth. I knew that sooner or later, the man would have his orgasm and I’d get my reward and everybody would be happy.
I was right! LOL! About three minutes or so into it, I heard a gentle tapping on the wall on the other side, and the penis sort of got real hard for a sec, and then it squirted a very hot, salty stream of semen right onto my tongue. I swallowed it down right away and as I was doing that, the penis was spurting another two or three nice jets into my mouth. I gathered them all up and then pulled my head back from the penis, keeping my lips closed tight, and then kissed the end of the penis gently and patted it dry with one of the towels. As I did, I swallowed down my reward, and my tummy felt all warm and good as the salty slick load dribbled down my throat.
The happy penis disappeared from the hole, and I used one of the small towels to dab at my face. I didn’t have to wait too long before I heard more movement on the other side of the wall, and then I was rewarded by a nice, long and thin and brown cock pushing through the hole. It was not even hard yet and it must have been at least seven inches long. I swooped down and captured it in my mouth, sucking as much as I could right in, and tightening my lips around it. I started working on it, and I loved how it felt as the mighty rod stiffened and enlarged in my mouth as I sucked. I could almost feel the pulses of blood as it filled up. Within just a few short moments, I had a nice, hard, penis in my mouth, and I went to work. This one was long enough so that I could use my hand to jerk at the part of it that I didn’t have in my mouth. I went down on it until I felt it tickle at the back of my throat, and then gave a push and a swallow and the shaft popped down into my throat. I heard the man on the other side groan.
“oh shit, that’s so good. Girly, you are the best!” he breathed, as I started moving back and forth on his cock, keeping it wet and slimy with my spit. I worked on this very nice penis for about five minutes, all the while hearing the man on the other side moan and grunt, he was obviously enjoying my work. It felt good inside to give this man, this stranger, pleasure so easily.
I fucked my face on his cock over and over, just losing myself in the sexiness of the whole thing. I was almost in a trance when I heard the soft ‘knock-knock-knock’ on the wall, and the penis shivered and a tasted a warm, salty splash of cum in the back of my throat. I pushed forwards all the way, and my throat went ‘glug-glug-glug-glug’ in time with his pulses, and I swallowed the entire load of sperm right down into my tum-tum! My lips were pressed right up against the soft round opening, and I felt all warm and tingly as the man finished his orgasm, grunting roughly on the other side of the wall as his balls drained all of their lovely goodness into me. His orgasm tapered off and I felt his penis start to soften, so I let it soak in my throat for a minute, gulping and making my neck massage his shaft, and then I slowly slid back up off of him and let the shaft ‘POP’ out of my mouth at the very end. His penis was shiny clean! I kissed the tip gently and whispered, “Thank you, mister” as it slowly withdrew from the opening. I heard him say, “oh no, thank YOU, my dear” as the light dimmed over in the other room.
I sat back and swallowed again, and then took a sip of cool water.
In an hour, I sucked seven more dicks and swallowed almost every drop of cum, it was so much fun! I pretended I was like some kind of mysterious spy lady, extracting the power and strength of the men to be powerful over them! LOL. The penises were mostly OK, nothing really special, until at the end, I recognized the most Perfect Penis Of Them All coming through the hole!
I yippee’d and clapped my hands when I saw my Spencer come through the hole. I leaned up against it, holding its warmth and strength against my cheek and whispered through the opening, “Thank youthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” and I heard him chuckle back.
“You’re welcome baby!” I leaned back to admire him, he was just sooooo beautiful. I wet my lips and licked the very Tip of it, shucking his skin up slowly and smoothly, as the Penis hardened up completely under my care. My fingers barely touched around the shaft, as usual, but I held it firmly and lovingly, jerking the hard cylinder of love and licking under the Tip until a nice large bead of clear, salty pre-cum burbled from the opening there, and I licked it and felt it smoothly spread over the tip of my tongue.
I kept on jerking and licking, swabbing my tongue all around the whole Head of the Perfect One, and then kissing and sucking lightly on the very Tip, and managed to pull about three or four more nice big drops of pre-cum up out of Spencer. I could hear him breathing heavily on the other side, moaning lightly. That made me feel real good, that I was giving him so much pleasure.
I continued to smoothly jerk his Shaft towards my mouth as I pushed my face farther and farther down on to it, and then began my favorite, ‘back and forth with lots of spit’ motion, sucking strongly each time I came back to the Tip of Perfection. Spencer always goes nuts when I do that, and he can never last very long. Three, four minutes tops.
I bet he didn’t last four minutes this time. I felt him start to groan and shiver and then he muttered “oh fuck!” and pushed himself flat against the wall on the other side, and I felt his marvelousness sort of pulse and expand just a little bit, and then WHAM! a bolt of hot sperm blew out of the Tip and smashed into the back of my mouth with a salty explosion. I gulped it down almost immediately, and then continued to jerk on his shaft, pulling three more hot streams of his cum into me which I greedily gulped down.
But I wanted to be a little nasty tonight. I was so wound up from sucking all those nice dicks, I wanted to celebrate it. I leaned back and let Spence’s last few shots fly out and decorate my complexion. One jet flew out and hit just below my left eye and flowed in a little river down over my cheek, not quite making my jawline. Another hit just about the middle of my forehead, and dribbled down over the bridge of my nose! It tickled a little bit! LOL And the third pop hit square on my right cheek and spread out in a little white star.
I kissed lovely Spence’s Perfection on last time and tucked him back into the hole.
“I’ll be right out. . .” I whispered into the black opening as I heard him put himself back together. I got up and smoothed out my dress. I walked over to the sink and mirror and looked at myself.
A cute little brunette looked back at me. A nearly flawless complexion of pinkish skin, bright brown eyes, a little bit of eye makeup and three wet sperm trails. Yep. That’s the look I wanted. It was obvious I’d just sucked some major dick. I put on a tiny bit of lip gloss with a small brush, ran a comb through my hair and took one last look before I turned and sauntered back out into the nightclub.
Chapter
49 - I Meet the Super Soaker!
[Author's Note] I went a little overboard on this one, it's fanciful and totally unreal and completely impossible but who cares? It's porn, right? Anything can happen. Nurses can wear mini skirts and stripper heels, fat plumbers can get blowjobs from horny housewives, and in our case, our young heroine can meet a guy with . . . well, you'll just have to read it. 😊
The rest of the spring was typical. I spent most weekends at Spencer’s place, and he and I went out to parties every now and then. I fucked him every chance I got, and when I was home during the week with Daddy I almost always woke him up with a nice morning blowjob, even if I hadn’t spent the night in his bed. We had a whole bunch of big state tests at school in April that were supposed to tell us what kind of careers we’d be good for when we got older. I did pretty good on the math and language stuff, and really aced the history and geography too. But there weren’t any questions on sex! LOL! I bet I could have aced the deep throat and ass fucking ones! Ha Ha!
Christine flew in from LA one weekend, and Spence was out of town, so she ended up staying at my house with Daddy and me. They get along really well, and between the two of us, his lovely balls never had a chance to get filled up! At one point, I was laying on my back while Chrissy was on top of me and we were 69’ing, and Daddy was fucking her. It was so cool to watch his hard penis ramming up into her cooch from a couple of inches away. He came in her really good and then he sat back and I sucked every single drop of Daddy’s cum out of her, and then we snowballed it back and forth, giggling and laughing like a couple of freaks. Of course, that made Daddy get all hard again, so this time he had to fuck ME! Chrissy sucked on my boobs while he did it and I had about eleven million orgasms. It was so good! I loved my Daddy and Christine and Spencer so much.
My birthday was coming up towards the end of May. I knew Daddy and Spence were planning some kind of surprise, they always did. I didn’t bug them about it, since I knew they wouldn’t tell me, and I remembered last year when they found those guys with the humongous penises to come and fuck my brains out, so I figured it would be pretty good, along those lines. And I was busy with my finals and all at school.
My birthday was on a Wednesday, of all things, and Daddy asked me if I minded that he’d like to postpone the party until the weekend when we’d all have much more time.
“Heck no, I don’t mind, Daddy. Is it gonna be a BIG party?” and I raised my eyebrows like Goucho Marx at him, laughing with the memory of last year.
“Well, not exactly. I’m not going to tell you any more, except to say that Spencer has really outdone himself this time, I don’t know where he comes up with these things, but he told me about it and I did some checking and . . . well, let’s just say that you’re going to really have a blast!” he grinned at me. I smiled and hugged him back, and finished with the dishes after our dinner.
So Daddy set up the “party” for the Saturday after my birthday, and Monday was Memorial Day, so we had a three day weekend, which was cool. Daddy took me out for dinner on my actual birthday day. I wanted to be really sexy and grown up for him, I was 14 now and that was how old the character Juliet was in Shakespeare’s play, of course, and Joan of Arc was only 14 when she led the French, and even Pocahontas was only 14 when she seduced John Smith! So I was on a roll. I ran home from school, and went through my usual routine when I wanted to seduce Daddy. First, two good enemas to clean myself out. Then a nice long hot bath with plenty of bath beads to soften my skin and get me nice and smooth. I shaved my legs and made sure my nice bare coochie was in good shape. My mound was really forming up nicely now as I got older, and my pussy lips were nicely formed and not too big or anything. I played with myself a little bit and gave myself one nice orgasm just as a tune up. I soaked in the tub for a while afterwards and then got out and dried out with a big fluffy towel, and then rubbed nice warm body lotion into me all over, as much of me as I could reach, and I could reach a lot! I did some stretching exercises too, to make sure I was still limber, ‘cause it had been a while since I did any gymnastics and I didn’t want to get all out of shape or anything. I was still able to do a split of course, and I could hold my calves and spread my legs straight out on either side of me, and I could bend over and put my palms flat on the floor and keep my legs straight, and I could still sit on my butt and put either leg behind my head, and even lock both my ankles behind my head and sort of rock back and forth on my butt.
I put a jeweled butt plug in, and then picked out my outfit. I settled on a nice blue mini dress that hugged my figure really well, and then flared out past my hips. The top was scooped out and showed off my boobs pretty good. My boobs were really growing now, there must have been something that clicked ‘on’ or something, because I was a full D cup since around Easter. My nipples were still really sensitive, of course, and my rings were always there to remind me of them too! My hips were finally coming in, I wasn’t such a skinny minny stick figure any more! But I made sure I did my exercises and all, and rode my bike a lot, because I didn’t want to get TOO big!
I picked out a nice blue satin and lace garter belt to put on, and rolled my nicest pair of hose up my legs, fastening the clips and making sure everything was straight and all. I twisted and turned in front of my mirror, I really liked the look of the nylons on my legs and how the straps framed my little pussy and my butt. I found a nice pair of sexy heels, and added some jewelry and stuff, and dabbed a little bit of perfume on too.
By the time I was finished prepping and preening myself (I’m SOOO bad!) Daddy was done with whatever he was doing downstairs, and I bounded down the stairs to show him.
“Hey Daddy, how do I look!” I said, strutting into the den where he was just shutting down his laptop.
“WOW! Honey, you’re fantastic! You look so grown up I can’t hardly believe it!” he gushed, which of course made me super happy. I grinned at him and said, “Thank you!” and went over to sit on the edge of his desk. I leaned over to give him a hug around his neck.
“I like dressing up for you Daddy, I like being sexy and grown up. But I’ll always be your little girl ...” I whispered.
He held me and then looked into my eyes.
“I can’t believe it’s been 14 years since we brought you home from the hospital that day. You were so cute, all red and beefy and snuggled up in your mother’s arms . . .” and his voice trailed off as he looked away.
We were both silent for a moment.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Do you think you’ll ever get married again? I mean, you hardly ever go out anymore with anyone your own age, you know?”
He looked at me with a smile.
“Oh, I don’t know why not. I have a few lady friends that are out of their teens, you know!” he said with a chuckle. He winked at me and I thought I detected a little twinkle in his eye but couldn’t be sure.
I really wanted Daddy to be happy again. I mean, I know I was there for him at home, and we had a very special relationship, but he needed to have a woman friend that he had more in common with. I wasn’t so dumb that I didn’t know that.
We chatted for a few more minutes and then we went out to the car, and Daddy drove us to the restaurant. We went to Fontaine’s, which is about my almost favorite place, they have really nice food and cute waiters and everything. I had chicken marsala with pasta on the side, and a big salad, and then a slice of key lime pie for dessert! BURP! I stuffed my face, like I always do.
Daddy and I talked all through the meal about my future and what I wanted to do with my life and all, he said that I was fourteen now and that meant that I’d really have to start to think seriously about what I wanted to do with my life, I couldn’t just be a kid forever. He said my grades were good enough to get me into pretty much any school I wanted to go to, and I could do anything I wanted to.
Tell the truth, I hadn’t really thought all that much about it up to now. I mean, I liked doing what I was doing, but I didn’t know if Daddy would want me to be a porn slut for the rest of my life! LOL! I said maybe I’d want to get into porn and be a movie star.
“Honey, if that’s what you want to do for a few years, I certainly can’t deny you the opportunity. You need to realize though that most girls who get into that don’t last a very long time in the business, it can be really tough” he said seriously. I nodded.
“Yeah, I guess so. But it might be fun to do for a while, I don’t know. I love having sex, you know, and I love being with other people and making them have good orgasms and all. What else can I do?”
“Honey, you’re smart as a whip, you can do anything you set your mind to.”
We talked about maybe me being a lawyer or a doctor or even a veterinarian or something. By the time we were all talked out, we were finishing dessert and it was time to leave. Daddy paid the bill, and we walked outside. The place where Fontaine’s is, is a part of town that’s got a lot of nice little shops and restaurants and stuff, with cool old street lights that look like little flames in them, and brick sidewalks and stuff. We held hands and just took a little walk to work off some of the food! I loved being out with my Daddy, he was so handsome and strong and so very very nice to be with. I kinda strutted along in my sexy slutty dress and all, and I slyly noticed that nearly every guy was sneaking peeks at me, and some of the girls too, they were jealous of my handsome man! I felt so grown up and sexy and sophisticated.
We got to a corner of the street, and I turned to Daddy and pulled his face down to mine while stretching up on my heels, and I felt my dress ride up so I know that my stocking tops were just about showing, and I pulled Daddy’s face to mine and kissed him real sexy, sexy as I could. When we parted lips, I whispered, “Daddy, I want to go home and make love to you all night long, over and over again and I want you to spray all of your lovely cum right into my pussy!” and squeezed at his slacks. He was nearly stiff!
He went, “ummmmmmm” into my ear and we turned around and walked back to the car. He opened my door for me and I jumped in and waited for him to come into the other side. As soon as he pulled out of the garage and we were on the street headed home, I leaned over and pulled his zipper down and wormed his nice warm penis out, so I could suck lightly on it on the ride home. I did. He enjoyed it, I know, because he kept going “oohhhhh…mmmmmm” every now and then and his penis would shiver a little bit and a nice warm salty blob of pre-cum would bubble out of the tip and I’d lick it up and swallow it down after letting its taste spread all over my mouth and teeth and tongue and stuff. He had his arm trailing down over my back and rubbing lightly on my butt cheeks and that felt really nice too.
We finally got home, and I raced up inside into his bedroom and jumped on the bed, waiting for him. He strolled in and lit a few candles for the atmosphere, and it was really sexy and romantic there. I sat on the edge of the bed as he came over to it.
“Daddy, let me take your clothes off, OK?” I said, reaching up to help him undo his tie. I slipped it off from around his neck, and then unbuttoned his nice crisp white shirt and pulled it out of his slacks, and then helped him pull his undershirt up over his head. When we got that done, he was standing there in front of me in just his shoes and socks and his pants. I nuzzled up to his strong chest and kissed and sucked around on his belly, licking his chest. I liked that Daddy didn’t have a bunch of chest hair, just a little bit. I nibbled and bit lightly at him while I reached down to undo his belt. But Daddy grabbed my hand.
“Wait. Shoes first. Then the pants..” he said lightly, so I dropped to my knees next to him and lifted each foot in turn to unlace and remove his shoes. They smelled like rich leather and Daddy. Not stinky at all! I pulled his socks off and put them in his shoes and then pushed the set down under the bed. Then, staying on my knees, I undid his belt the rest of the way, and put my hands on either side of his waist.
“Ok Daddy, let’s get these pants off you!” I giggled, easing them down over his butt and lifting each leg in turn to get them completely off. I tossed them onto a chair and turned to take in the sight.
There was my Daddy, naked except for his sexy silk boxers, and they had a big bulge in the front and a wet spot where his leakage and my spit must have left a stain.
“Oh Daddy, we got spit and stuff on your boxers! Can’t have THAT!” I said, and I slowly pulled them down off his waist. I loved watching his nice penis come into view. I pulled the boxers down off of his shaft and as I did, it sprung up and smacked me right on the chin! I shrieked in mock alarm.
I reached out to gently grab his shaft with one hand, and then angled it down a little bit and inched my mouth up close to it, until the broad head was just almost touching my lips. I started whispering to it.
“Why hello, Mr Penis! You’re a very attractive fellow, you know that? All nice and hard and pink and leaking a little bit. I like you very very much. I owe my life to you, that’s right, if it hadn’t been for you, Mr Penis, I wouldn’t even be here, so I want you to know how much I appreciate the orgasm you had in Mommy to make me” and I opened my mouth to kiss it ever so lightly on the very tip.
Daddy groaned again.
“Oh sweetie, that’s so delicious, you make me feel so good. . .” he breathed.
I pursed my lips and kissed the tip of his cock over and over again, murmuring how much I loved it and wanted to make it feel good.
“Now, Mr Penis, in just a little bit I’m gonna put you waaaaaay up inside of me, in a nice warm pink tunnel, and I want you to shoot all of your hot little sperms up inside of me for as far as you want and as long as you want, is that understood? I want every single little tadpole inside of Daddy’s body to come and live with ME!” I chuckled. I kissed and nibbled around on the head of Daddy’s cock for a few moments, and then jumped up and lay back on the bed, pulling my dress up over my head as I did and tossing it away so I was laying there in just my stockings and heels, and I pulled Daddy over my body, locking my legs around his back.
Daddy leaned down to kiss me and we smooched as I fitted his beautiful hard penis into my pussy. I was already soaking wet down there from flirting with Daddy for so long, and his hard cock slid into me like a hot knife through butter. It felt so good and filling. I groaned as Daddy’s length plowed into me, parting my wet folds and sliding fully up into me. My pussy welcomed him, and he slowly began to slide and and out of me, a few inches at a time. I grabbed at his tongue with my lips as he started to fuck me, rocking my hips up at him and pulling him into me with my feet.
“Oh Daddy, yes, fuck me fuck me, that feels so good, please don’t ever stop” I moaned into his mouth. My bald little peach was slippery and sloppy as Daddy pistoned in and out of me over and over. I orgasmed loudly in just a moment as I felt his hard cock slam into me over and over, my little cervix getting battered by his huge cock. My poor little teenage pussy was just no match!
I grabbed at my boobs as Daddy continued to pound into me, kneading and pulling at my nipples, making them hard and little rocks on my tits. My wet pussy squelched and made slippery noises and Daddy grunted above me, his passion overwhelming me with love. We fucked for long moments, and I came again, clutching Daddy to me.
“Oh fuck Daddy, I’m cummmmmming!” I cried out, my heels flailing away at his backside, my legs bent and my thighs wide open for his entry. My pussy walls gripped at him, sucking and slurping and the only sound in our bedroom was the wet slippery sound of his hard cock slicing up in to me over and over and over. Every now and then he’d slow down and very slowly slide his entire length out of my cooch, except for the very tip, and then he’s very slowly slide all the way back into me, and it felt like his cock was a mile long as he burrowed up into me.
I pinched my nipples so hard it brought a tear to my eyes. Daddy leaned down and latched onto one with his teeth and bit down and I shuddered through another orgasm as the pain latched onto my clit and just wouldn’t let go.
On and on we fucked. Time stopped. I held my Daddy close to me, our bodies sweating and grunting. My pussy quivered with every stroke, and Daddy’s balls were filling, filling with billions of little squirming spermies, ready to be shot right up into my uterus. He started wheezing and breathing heavy.
“Oh baby, oh baby . . . I’m close . . . you’re so good, so good . .. can’t help it . . .gonna make me cum. . .”
“Cum, Daddy, cum in me, please, shoot it all up in me, I want it, I need it!” I moaned in response, pulling him in with my ankles locked. He came in and kissed me and our tongues dueled and our lips locked and I tasted his spit and then he shuddered and pushed so far up in to me that his cock split my womb open and the sharp lightning bolt of pain pushed me over the edge one more time and I cried out.
His cock swelled in size and a huge bolt of hot, wet, salty semen blew out of the tip and splashed wetly onto my walls, my uterus sucking at it, welcoming the gooey blast. He shuddered again, and another huge rope of white blew out, drowning my pussy.
I came screaming his name as my pussy convulsed around his strong, hard cock, his balls ejecting massive quantities of sperm and semen into me, the same semen that had made me when he shot it into my mother with the very same love. His sperms flowed into my chamber, spreading out along the pink walls, seeking the egg that wasn’t there.
Daddy came so much that I felt it leaking out of me, squirting down out of the juncture of our bodies, dribbling down my crack and dripping from my butt onto the bedclothes beneath us. Gradually Daddy stopped heaving and grunting, and my body relaxed beneath him and we collapsed together on the bed, our hearts racing and lungs bursting. His cock continued to throb inside of me for a long moment, leaking the last of his cums out until I was positive he was totally drained.
Our lips kissed and I felt so blissful and peaceful, finally, as the aftershocks of my own orgasms drifted away on wings of love. I gripped at his cock with my muscles, not wanting to let him go.
“Oh Daddy, that was so good, so good, I love you so much, thank you thank you thank you for your sperms, I feel so full of you. . .” I moaned into his mouth. He leaned over to nibble at my ears, and I giggled and when I did his cock slipped out of me and my pussy farted a very unladylike noise! That made me laugh even more and Daddy finally fell over next to me and laid his arm across my chest and hugged me to him.
“Happy Birthday, squirt!” he grinned.
[Author's Note] I went a little overboard on this one, it's fanciful and totally unreal and completely impossible but who cares? It's porn, right? Anything can happen. Nurses can wear mini skirts and stripper heels, fat plumbers can get blowjobs from horny housewives, and in our case, our young heroine can meet a guy with . . . well, you'll just have to read it. 😊
The rest of the spring was typical. I spent most weekends at Spencer’s place, and he and I went out to parties every now and then. I fucked him every chance I got, and when I was home during the week with Daddy I almost always woke him up with a nice morning blowjob, even if I hadn’t spent the night in his bed. We had a whole bunch of big state tests at school in April that were supposed to tell us what kind of careers we’d be good for when we got older. I did pretty good on the math and language stuff, and really aced the history and geography too. But there weren’t any questions on sex! LOL! I bet I could have aced the deep throat and ass fucking ones! Ha Ha!
Christine flew in from LA one weekend, and Spence was out of town, so she ended up staying at my house with Daddy and me. They get along really well, and between the two of us, his lovely balls never had a chance to get filled up! At one point, I was laying on my back while Chrissy was on top of me and we were 69’ing, and Daddy was fucking her. It was so cool to watch his hard penis ramming up into her cooch from a couple of inches away. He came in her really good and then he sat back and I sucked every single drop of Daddy’s cum out of her, and then we snowballed it back and forth, giggling and laughing like a couple of freaks. Of course, that made Daddy get all hard again, so this time he had to fuck ME! Chrissy sucked on my boobs while he did it and I had about eleven million orgasms. It was so good! I loved my Daddy and Christine and Spencer so much.
My birthday was coming up towards the end of May. I knew Daddy and Spence were planning some kind of surprise, they always did. I didn’t bug them about it, since I knew they wouldn’t tell me, and I remembered last year when they found those guys with the humongous penises to come and fuck my brains out, so I figured it would be pretty good, along those lines. And I was busy with my finals and all at school.
My birthday was on a Wednesday, of all things, and Daddy asked me if I minded that he’d like to postpone the party until the weekend when we’d all have much more time.
“Heck no, I don’t mind, Daddy. Is it gonna be a BIG party?” and I raised my eyebrows like Goucho Marx at him, laughing with the memory of last year.
“Well, not exactly. I’m not going to tell you any more, except to say that Spencer has really outdone himself this time, I don’t know where he comes up with these things, but he told me about it and I did some checking and . . . well, let’s just say that you’re going to really have a blast!” he grinned at me. I smiled and hugged him back, and finished with the dishes after our dinner.
So Daddy set up the “party” for the Saturday after my birthday, and Monday was Memorial Day, so we had a three day weekend, which was cool. Daddy took me out for dinner on my actual birthday day. I wanted to be really sexy and grown up for him, I was 14 now and that was how old the character Juliet was in Shakespeare’s play, of course, and Joan of Arc was only 14 when she led the French, and even Pocahontas was only 14 when she seduced John Smith! So I was on a roll. I ran home from school, and went through my usual routine when I wanted to seduce Daddy. First, two good enemas to clean myself out. Then a nice long hot bath with plenty of bath beads to soften my skin and get me nice and smooth. I shaved my legs and made sure my nice bare coochie was in good shape. My mound was really forming up nicely now as I got older, and my pussy lips were nicely formed and not too big or anything. I played with myself a little bit and gave myself one nice orgasm just as a tune up. I soaked in the tub for a while afterwards and then got out and dried out with a big fluffy towel, and then rubbed nice warm body lotion into me all over, as much of me as I could reach, and I could reach a lot! I did some stretching exercises too, to make sure I was still limber, ‘cause it had been a while since I did any gymnastics and I didn’t want to get all out of shape or anything. I was still able to do a split of course, and I could hold my calves and spread my legs straight out on either side of me, and I could bend over and put my palms flat on the floor and keep my legs straight, and I could still sit on my butt and put either leg behind my head, and even lock both my ankles behind my head and sort of rock back and forth on my butt.
I put a jeweled butt plug in, and then picked out my outfit. I settled on a nice blue mini dress that hugged my figure really well, and then flared out past my hips. The top was scooped out and showed off my boobs pretty good. My boobs were really growing now, there must have been something that clicked ‘on’ or something, because I was a full D cup since around Easter. My nipples were still really sensitive, of course, and my rings were always there to remind me of them too! My hips were finally coming in, I wasn’t such a skinny minny stick figure any more! But I made sure I did my exercises and all, and rode my bike a lot, because I didn’t want to get TOO big!
I picked out a nice blue satin and lace garter belt to put on, and rolled my nicest pair of hose up my legs, fastening the clips and making sure everything was straight and all. I twisted and turned in front of my mirror, I really liked the look of the nylons on my legs and how the straps framed my little pussy and my butt. I found a nice pair of sexy heels, and added some jewelry and stuff, and dabbed a little bit of perfume on too.
By the time I was finished prepping and preening myself (I’m SOOO bad!) Daddy was done with whatever he was doing downstairs, and I bounded down the stairs to show him.
“Hey Daddy, how do I look!” I said, strutting into the den where he was just shutting down his laptop.
“WOW! Honey, you’re fantastic! You look so grown up I can’t hardly believe it!” he gushed, which of course made me super happy. I grinned at him and said, “Thank you!” and went over to sit on the edge of his desk. I leaned over to give him a hug around his neck.
“I like dressing up for you Daddy, I like being sexy and grown up. But I’ll always be your little girl ...” I whispered.
He held me and then looked into my eyes.
“I can’t believe it’s been 14 years since we brought you home from the hospital that day. You were so cute, all red and beefy and snuggled up in your mother’s arms . . .” and his voice trailed off as he looked away.
We were both silent for a moment.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Do you think you’ll ever get married again? I mean, you hardly ever go out anymore with anyone your own age, you know?”
He looked at me with a smile.
“Oh, I don’t know why not. I have a few lady friends that are out of their teens, you know!” he said with a chuckle. He winked at me and I thought I detected a little twinkle in his eye but couldn’t be sure.
I really wanted Daddy to be happy again. I mean, I know I was there for him at home, and we had a very special relationship, but he needed to have a woman friend that he had more in common with. I wasn’t so dumb that I didn’t know that.
We chatted for a few more minutes and then we went out to the car, and Daddy drove us to the restaurant. We went to Fontaine’s, which is about my almost favorite place, they have really nice food and cute waiters and everything. I had chicken marsala with pasta on the side, and a big salad, and then a slice of key lime pie for dessert! BURP! I stuffed my face, like I always do.
Daddy and I talked all through the meal about my future and what I wanted to do with my life and all, he said that I was fourteen now and that meant that I’d really have to start to think seriously about what I wanted to do with my life, I couldn’t just be a kid forever. He said my grades were good enough to get me into pretty much any school I wanted to go to, and I could do anything I wanted to.
Tell the truth, I hadn’t really thought all that much about it up to now. I mean, I liked doing what I was doing, but I didn’t know if Daddy would want me to be a porn slut for the rest of my life! LOL! I said maybe I’d want to get into porn and be a movie star.
“Honey, if that’s what you want to do for a few years, I certainly can’t deny you the opportunity. You need to realize though that most girls who get into that don’t last a very long time in the business, it can be really tough” he said seriously. I nodded.
“Yeah, I guess so. But it might be fun to do for a while, I don’t know. I love having sex, you know, and I love being with other people and making them have good orgasms and all. What else can I do?”
“Honey, you’re smart as a whip, you can do anything you set your mind to.”
We talked about maybe me being a lawyer or a doctor or even a veterinarian or something. By the time we were all talked out, we were finishing dessert and it was time to leave. Daddy paid the bill, and we walked outside. The place where Fontaine’s is, is a part of town that’s got a lot of nice little shops and restaurants and stuff, with cool old street lights that look like little flames in them, and brick sidewalks and stuff. We held hands and just took a little walk to work off some of the food! I loved being out with my Daddy, he was so handsome and strong and so very very nice to be with. I kinda strutted along in my sexy slutty dress and all, and I slyly noticed that nearly every guy was sneaking peeks at me, and some of the girls too, they were jealous of my handsome man! I felt so grown up and sexy and sophisticated.
We got to a corner of the street, and I turned to Daddy and pulled his face down to mine while stretching up on my heels, and I felt my dress ride up so I know that my stocking tops were just about showing, and I pulled Daddy’s face to mine and kissed him real sexy, sexy as I could. When we parted lips, I whispered, “Daddy, I want to go home and make love to you all night long, over and over again and I want you to spray all of your lovely cum right into my pussy!” and squeezed at his slacks. He was nearly stiff!
He went, “ummmmmmm” into my ear and we turned around and walked back to the car. He opened my door for me and I jumped in and waited for him to come into the other side. As soon as he pulled out of the garage and we were on the street headed home, I leaned over and pulled his zipper down and wormed his nice warm penis out, so I could suck lightly on it on the ride home. I did. He enjoyed it, I know, because he kept going “oohhhhh…mmmmmm” every now and then and his penis would shiver a little bit and a nice warm salty blob of pre-cum would bubble out of the tip and I’d lick it up and swallow it down after letting its taste spread all over my mouth and teeth and tongue and stuff. He had his arm trailing down over my back and rubbing lightly on my butt cheeks and that felt really nice too.
We finally got home, and I raced up inside into his bedroom and jumped on the bed, waiting for him. He strolled in and lit a few candles for the atmosphere, and it was really sexy and romantic there. I sat on the edge of the bed as he came over to it.
“Daddy, let me take your clothes off, OK?” I said, reaching up to help him undo his tie. I slipped it off from around his neck, and then unbuttoned his nice crisp white shirt and pulled it out of his slacks, and then helped him pull his undershirt up over his head. When we got that done, he was standing there in front of me in just his shoes and socks and his pants. I nuzzled up to his strong chest and kissed and sucked around on his belly, licking his chest. I liked that Daddy didn’t have a bunch of chest hair, just a little bit. I nibbled and bit lightly at him while I reached down to undo his belt. But Daddy grabbed my hand.
“Wait. Shoes first. Then the pants..” he said lightly, so I dropped to my knees next to him and lifted each foot in turn to unlace and remove his shoes. They smelled like rich leather and Daddy. Not stinky at all! I pulled his socks off and put them in his shoes and then pushed the set down under the bed. Then, staying on my knees, I undid his belt the rest of the way, and put my hands on either side of his waist.
“Ok Daddy, let’s get these pants off you!” I giggled, easing them down over his butt and lifting each leg in turn to get them completely off. I tossed them onto a chair and turned to take in the sight.
There was my Daddy, naked except for his sexy silk boxers, and they had a big bulge in the front and a wet spot where his leakage and my spit must have left a stain.
“Oh Daddy, we got spit and stuff on your boxers! Can’t have THAT!” I said, and I slowly pulled them down off his waist. I loved watching his nice penis come into view. I pulled the boxers down off of his shaft and as I did, it sprung up and smacked me right on the chin! I shrieked in mock alarm.
I reached out to gently grab his shaft with one hand, and then angled it down a little bit and inched my mouth up close to it, until the broad head was just almost touching my lips. I started whispering to it.
“Why hello, Mr Penis! You’re a very attractive fellow, you know that? All nice and hard and pink and leaking a little bit. I like you very very much. I owe my life to you, that’s right, if it hadn’t been for you, Mr Penis, I wouldn’t even be here, so I want you to know how much I appreciate the orgasm you had in Mommy to make me” and I opened my mouth to kiss it ever so lightly on the very tip.
Daddy groaned again.
“Oh sweetie, that’s so delicious, you make me feel so good. . .” he breathed.
I pursed my lips and kissed the tip of his cock over and over again, murmuring how much I loved it and wanted to make it feel good.
“Now, Mr Penis, in just a little bit I’m gonna put you waaaaaay up inside of me, in a nice warm pink tunnel, and I want you to shoot all of your hot little sperms up inside of me for as far as you want and as long as you want, is that understood? I want every single little tadpole inside of Daddy’s body to come and live with ME!” I chuckled. I kissed and nibbled around on the head of Daddy’s cock for a few moments, and then jumped up and lay back on the bed, pulling my dress up over my head as I did and tossing it away so I was laying there in just my stockings and heels, and I pulled Daddy over my body, locking my legs around his back.
Daddy leaned down to kiss me and we smooched as I fitted his beautiful hard penis into my pussy. I was already soaking wet down there from flirting with Daddy for so long, and his hard cock slid into me like a hot knife through butter. It felt so good and filling. I groaned as Daddy’s length plowed into me, parting my wet folds and sliding fully up into me. My pussy welcomed him, and he slowly began to slide and and out of me, a few inches at a time. I grabbed at his tongue with my lips as he started to fuck me, rocking my hips up at him and pulling him into me with my feet.
“Oh Daddy, yes, fuck me fuck me, that feels so good, please don’t ever stop” I moaned into his mouth. My bald little peach was slippery and sloppy as Daddy pistoned in and out of me over and over. I orgasmed loudly in just a moment as I felt his hard cock slam into me over and over, my little cervix getting battered by his huge cock. My poor little teenage pussy was just no match!
I grabbed at my boobs as Daddy continued to pound into me, kneading and pulling at my nipples, making them hard and little rocks on my tits. My wet pussy squelched and made slippery noises and Daddy grunted above me, his passion overwhelming me with love. We fucked for long moments, and I came again, clutching Daddy to me.
“Oh fuck Daddy, I’m cummmmmming!” I cried out, my heels flailing away at his backside, my legs bent and my thighs wide open for his entry. My pussy walls gripped at him, sucking and slurping and the only sound in our bedroom was the wet slippery sound of his hard cock slicing up in to me over and over and over. Every now and then he’d slow down and very slowly slide his entire length out of my cooch, except for the very tip, and then he’s very slowly slide all the way back into me, and it felt like his cock was a mile long as he burrowed up into me.
I pinched my nipples so hard it brought a tear to my eyes. Daddy leaned down and latched onto one with his teeth and bit down and I shuddered through another orgasm as the pain latched onto my clit and just wouldn’t let go.
On and on we fucked. Time stopped. I held my Daddy close to me, our bodies sweating and grunting. My pussy quivered with every stroke, and Daddy’s balls were filling, filling with billions of little squirming spermies, ready to be shot right up into my uterus. He started wheezing and breathing heavy.
“Oh baby, oh baby . . . I’m close . . . you’re so good, so good . .. can’t help it . . .gonna make me cum. . .”
“Cum, Daddy, cum in me, please, shoot it all up in me, I want it, I need it!” I moaned in response, pulling him in with my ankles locked. He came in and kissed me and our tongues dueled and our lips locked and I tasted his spit and then he shuddered and pushed so far up in to me that his cock split my womb open and the sharp lightning bolt of pain pushed me over the edge one more time and I cried out.
His cock swelled in size and a huge bolt of hot, wet, salty semen blew out of the tip and splashed wetly onto my walls, my uterus sucking at it, welcoming the gooey blast. He shuddered again, and another huge rope of white blew out, drowning my pussy.
I came screaming his name as my pussy convulsed around his strong, hard cock, his balls ejecting massive quantities of sperm and semen into me, the same semen that had made me when he shot it into my mother with the very same love. His sperms flowed into my chamber, spreading out along the pink walls, seeking the egg that wasn’t there.
Daddy came so much that I felt it leaking out of me, squirting down out of the juncture of our bodies, dribbling down my crack and dripping from my butt onto the bedclothes beneath us. Gradually Daddy stopped heaving and grunting, and my body relaxed beneath him and we collapsed together on the bed, our hearts racing and lungs bursting. His cock continued to throb inside of me for a long moment, leaking the last of his cums out until I was positive he was totally drained.
Our lips kissed and I felt so blissful and peaceful, finally, as the aftershocks of my own orgasms drifted away on wings of love. I gripped at his cock with my muscles, not wanting to let him go.
“Oh Daddy, that was so good, so good, I love you so much, thank you thank you thank you for your sperms, I feel so full of you. . .” I moaned into his mouth. He leaned over to nibble at my ears, and I giggled and when I did his cock slipped out of me and my pussy farted a very unladylike noise! That made me laugh even more and Daddy finally fell over next to me and laid his arm across my chest and hugged me to him.
“Happy Birthday, squirt!” he grinned.
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On Saturday, I slept in a little bit, ‘cause I figured I might need my energy for whatever big orgy Daddy and Spencer had planned for me. It was warm outside, so after breakfast I went out and laid by the pool topless to get a start on my summer tan. I tan pretty easily, and I was pretty white from not being anywhere over Christmas break like before. About lunch time, I heard Spencer drive up in his car, and I hadn’t seen him for a week, so I jumped up and ran into the house to meet him.
“Spencer!” I shrieked as he came in the front door, “I missed you!” I shouted as I launched myself at him and spread my legs to land right on his waist, my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I kissed him wetly, licking his lips and running my tongue all around his mouth, sloppy gunk and all.
“I missed you too honeybuns, Happy Belated Birthday!” he said, kissing back and hugging me to him. I just don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have my Daddy and Spencer to take care of me and love me and fuck my little teeny brains out all the time!
I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the kitchen.
“Are ya hungry do ya want something to drink or eat, maybe me? ha ha ha, how ‘bout a ham sandwich or something I was gonna get something too” I babbled on as I got some iced tea out of the fridge and slapped some ham on bread. I made us both sandwiches and handed one to him.
“So how was your birthday dinner? I understand you and your father went out on the town?” he asked
“It was soooooo good, Spencer, we had dinner at Fontaine’s, you know I like that place, and then we took a walk around the square there, and then we came home and Daddy, like, Daddy fucked me sooooo good I could hardly walk the next day!” I gushed at him, squeezing his hand. “Now, YOU owe me good fuck too! I want it for my birthday present!” I squealed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’ll get your present little lady, you’ll see!” he laughed as we sat and had our lunch.
After lunch, I went out to the pool again while Spence and Daddy watched a baseball game, and then Spence came out around 2 o’clock I think, and laid on a pool chair next to me. My little boobies were getting warm from the sun and my nips were standing up, looking for someone handsome and sexy to kiss them, which is what I told Spence when he asked me what was up. Well, you can imagine how that ended up! LOL
I took Spencer up to my bedroom and we made love for nearly two hours, and it was spectacular, he licked my pussy for ages and I had about a zillion orgasms and then I sucked on his Perfection for the longest time and just gave it my utmost attention, and then Spencer put It up inside me and we fucked forever, and he did me upside-down and sideways, and then he orgasmed all of his Perfect Sperms way up inside me just like Daddy did and maybe they even met, and I can imagine the conversation. . .
“Oh hey Mr Daddy Sperm – how ya doin?”
“Ok, I guess. It’s nice in here, ain’t it? Warm and pink, eh?”
“Yeah, sure is. We just got here though. Quite a ride, eh? That first blastoff’ll kill ya if you’re not ready!”
“True dat! A whole bunch of us got really dizzy when we got here and banged our heads on the ceiling!”
“Hey, man, seen an egg anywhere around? You know, just in case we wanna do the zygote thing?”
“Nah, nothin’ here at all. We’re gonna wait around in case one drops down, ya never know.”
“Yep. Hey, it beats the alternative.”
“Whaddaya mean?”
“Heck, I got a cousin who said he knew a whole bunch of guys who drowned the other day! They shot out and got splattered all over some girl’s tonsils, and then fell down a deep ass well and landed in a lake of iced tea!”
“What? Shut the front door!”
“That’s not the worst! He said he heard it from a reliable source that a whole troop full of perfectly good swimmers ended up in a REALLY dark ol’ place, and landed in-“
“Hey, honey buns wake up!”
I was jolted out of my reverie by Spencer’s voice. “It’s about time for your special gift, how ‘bout we get cleaned up and go back downstairs and see your Dad and you can celebrate?”
I nodded dumbly and I staggered to the bathroom to clean up a little bit. Spence went down ahead of me, and after putting on a pair of satin boy shorts and a crop tee that just barely covered the top half of my boobs, I went downstairs. He and Daddy were talking to a stranger in the living room.
“Hey, there’s the birthday girl now! Julia, this is Marc Donaldson. Marc, my daughter Julia.”
I shook his hand. He looked to be in his thirties, I guess, a little older than Spencer but not as old as Daddy. He was average looking, I guess, about daddy’s height, brownish hair, not really super cute or anything. He was wearing a tee shirt and some baggy grey sweatpants, and sneakers.
“So, what brings you here, Mr Donaldson? Are you friends with my Daddy?” I started the conversation. Daddy brought in a tray with some iced tea for me and a couple of lite beers for them. I wasn’t crazy about the smell of beer but I let it slide. Spencer and I sat on the sofa and Mr Donaldson dropped into the chair across from us.
“Julia, your father tracked me down through, well, some mutual acquaintances, and explained that you were celebrating your birthday this week and asked me to come by and meet you. He said you were quite an amazing young lady, and that you were very grownup and really smart, and that you’d appreciate my . . . gift.”
I blushed a little. “Thank you, Mr Donald-“
“Please, call me Eric.”
“Uh, ok, Eric. So, where’s my gift?” I added with a quizzical look.
He turned to Daddy.
“Did you tell her?”
“No, no I didn’t. I thought it might be easier if you just . . . show her.”
I looked curiously at Eric. He stood up in front of me and slowly started to loosen his sweats. I looked up into his face.
“I think I’m gonna like this gift” I said coyly.
I watched with some bit of anticipation as Eric loosened the sweatpant tie thingy and and slowly pushed them down. He was wearing some boxers under the sweats which seemed a little odd, and he had an average sized penis. It didn’t look any thing spectacular, certainly wasn’t even as big as Daddy’s or Spencers. It did look bulged out a little unusually but not anything really crazy.
“You ready?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Yeah, let’s see it.” I said, leaning forwards a bit.
He pushed down on his boxers, and his cock slowly came into view. It was getting half hard, and sprung up a little bit when it was finally totally exposed, and Eric dropped his sweats and boxers to the floor and kicked them away. His penis was rising slowly, like a snake being charmed by some Indian guy. His pubes were mostly trimmed away, so that was good. But then he spread his legs a little bit and. . .
O M F G
I mean, really OH MY FUCKING GOD
His ball sack was huge. Easily the size of a softball. I’m talking immense here, folks.
“What the heck?” I murmured.
Eric reached down and pulled his cock up and away for an unobstructed view.
“What the heck?” I repeated, looking up at him and cocking my head (no pun intended!)
“I have a rare medical condition, something called ‘engorged testicular trichotomia’.”
“What is it?” I asked, still fascinated by the size of his sack.
“It’s a condition that’s triggered by excess testosterone. It’s not really discovered until puberty starts. The hormones that turn it on and off get out of whack, and my developing body is flooded with them. As the testicles are formed they become much larger than normal. My testicles ended up being almost three times the size of quote, normal, unquote ones. It’s not dangerous, luckily, just rather uncomfortable at times. It’s hard to find underwear that fits. My slacks have to be custom altered. And I have to be careful not to get kicked in the balls, of course.” He smiled at me.
“And there is one more thing, as well.”
“What?”
“There are three of them.”
My eyes widened.
“THREE of them! Wow! Can I-” and I reached out my hand, I wanted to feel that nutsack in my fingers.
“Sure”
I reached out and rested my fingers under the huge sack hanging there. It felt like I was carrying a bag of potatoes or something. I could feel all three of his balls rolling around inside, it was really weird.
“Cool. They’re really warm.”
“One of the side effects of the condition is that my semen production is literally non-stop. In most males, the amount of semen and sperm that is manufactured reaches a point and then it stops until an ejaculation, at which point between the prostate gland and the testicles, semen is regenerated, and that’s that. But in my case, the manufacturing process never really stops, which means that I have to ejaculate six to seven times a day or my balls get extremely painful. I have to wear a sort of milking sleeve at night to drain all my cum into. It’s really not all that pleasant sometimes” he finished, wryly.
“Well, we can’t have that!” I grinned up at him, hefting his penis in one hand and cradling his ball sack in the other. It was so weird feeling three balls in there.
Daddy chimed in.
“Eric makes his living providing sperm samples and doing custom work for couples trying to get pregnant and also research labs. Plus, he does the occasional adult film.”
I looked up at Eric again, and then over at Daddy. He was grinning like a fool.
“Julia, meet The SuperSoaker” he said with a laugh.
Spencer leaned over to poke me in the ribs.
“Your father and I spent weeks trying to find this guy. We told him about your birthday, and he promised to hold off any sex for a couple of days. He promised that you’ve never had a load like he’s going to give you.”
O M F G, I thought to myself again.
“Ca-can I suck it?” I asked no one in particular. Eric dropped the shaft down so it was pointing right at me.
I leaned in closer and opened my mouth to capture the end of his penis between my lips. It was warm and tasted clean. The hard shaft was easy to suck, and I quickly captured almost all of it in my mouth, not stopping until my nose was pressed up against his groin. I worked my tongue all around the shaft and sort of swallow/gulped with my throat. He groaned.
“Ohhhhh shit, she’s good. . .” Eric breathed above me, and I smiled inside.
“Oh yeah. The best.” Spencer added, the dear. I twisted my head to look up at him and winked with the stranger’s cock in my mouth.
I started to work on Eric, and quickly got into it. His cock was nice to suck, not too big around and it fit perfectly just about, it wasn’t hard to do at all. I trilled my tongue around the head of it, and started slowly jerking the part that I didn’t have in my mouth. I tasted a drop of salty pre-cum out of the tip, and let it spread around my gums.
I pulled it in all the way, and just the very tip of it bent down over the back of my throat. I was able to completely deep throat the whole thing with hardly any issue at all! I was proud of myself, to tell the truth.
I worked on Eric for about five or six minutes, with Daddy and Spencer watching avidly on either side of me. Daddy had his new super high quality video camera pointed directly at my face, and I tilted my head and looked directly into the lens. I wanted to perform for them and make them proud, so I gave it my all. Slobber, spit, drool, the whole nine yards. I kept tasting drops of precum from him. Eric had his hands lightly holding the sides of my head, guiding me back and forth and wriggling his hips around every now and then, making sure that every square inch of the inside of my mouth had contact with his cock. He was moaning and groaning about how good I was, which made me feel super good inside. I lightly rubbed my coochie with one hand, but I was concentrating on getting Eric to cum, that’s all. You know how I get when I’m sucking cock, sometimes I just zone out and get lost in the moment.
Eric’s penis was easy to suck on, it was actually a bit smaller than I’m used to – both Daddy and the Perfection are longer and wider – and it was pretty smooth. I went from tip to base over and over again, keeping my spit and my tongue working, my hands around Eric’s hips and holding his butt as I impaled my face on his cock over and over. He was moaning and grunting, telling me how good it felt and how much he loved what I was doing.
After a while, I went all the way down on him, even pushing my tongue out and trying to lick at his ball sack with it, and I swallowed roughly, once then twice again, and I think that must have flipped the switch in Eric’s cock. It was all the way back in my throat when I did that.
“Oh my god, that’s so fine, so fine.” He gasped. “Are you ready, Julia, I’m about to blow off and I wanted to warn y-”
“Ummmm mmmmmm, gah aahad ummmm ummmmm ummmm!” I croaked out with his cock pretty well stuffing my face, it was hard to form words.
He shuddered once and raised up on his tip toes, and then he pulled his penis from my mouth and grabbed the shaft about half way up, jerking on it spastically. The cock head was pointed right at my face, about eight or ten inches away. I looked down my nose at the bell end and crown.
He never made a sound. Not even a peep.
Then suddenly, the very tip of his penis opened up and the single biggest rope of cum I’d ever seen in my life (and I’ve seen a LOT of cum!) shot out and literally almost knocked me backwards. My entire head recoiled with the force and it felt like someone had thrown a water balloon right in my face. I shrieked in surprise as it struck, smack in the middle of my forehead and spread out in twenty different directions, soaking my hairline and shooting out over the top of my head like a fireworks burst. I barely had time to react when the second blast hit. He grunted and I watched as he pulled back on his cock.
This one hit just next to my nose and blew a line of white semen all the way up, over my cheek and across the corner of my left eye and disappeared into the hair above the top of my ear.
BAM! A third shot cannoned out and hit my lip, and my mouth opened just in time for most of it to disappear right into it, and it was so big and so forceful that it made me gag and I choked like some little baby, coughing most of it right back out over my lower lip.
The fourth jet nearly took out my eye. Luckily, the bridge of my nose right next to it took most of the blast, but even then the stinging sensation of the salty, thick goop blinded me as the white liquid filled my eye socket and started waterfalling down over my cheek. My eyelashes were glued shut with the creamy white stuff.
I turned slightly when that one hit my eye, and the entire right side of my face from my cheekbone to my jawline was almost instantly snowed under with an avalanche of semen, a lone white line danced across my face and ended up falling directly into my ear.
SPLAT! The next jet came a-calling, and found my face a willing and eager target. It blew across the tip of my nose and my left cheek, dribbling down almost to the corner of my mouth.
The next squirt hit my right eyebrow and added to the pool of sperm blinding that eye with a curtain of white.
I gaped my mouth open, and within microseconds, two huge jets of salty, warm, slightly sweet sperm flew in and completely covered my tongue with a white blanket that pooled underneath and threatened to overflow my teeth and dribble out of my lower lip. I pushed most of it to the back of my mouth and tried to swallow with a closed mouth.
Bad move. My lips were closed when the next missile landed, pasting hot white lipstick across my entire mouth and rocketing off onto the side of my face. I gasped and gaped my mouth back open, feeling the lipstick drool off and start to drip down over my chin.
I didn’t have much time to think about it, because just then, a big huge bolt of hot semen struck me on the left side of my face, caroming up and filling half my left eye socket and drooping down to slide over the skin of my cheek below it.
By now I looked like someone had dumped a bucket of white yoghurt over my head. Cum drooled and dripped from every angle. It clogged one eye completely and was even dribbled into my ear on one side. Aural Sex!
I blinked and the white curtain on my one eye almost lifted, just in time for my one other good eye to receive a blast of white that caused me to blink rapidly. I giggled at the feeling as the slightly salty goop made everything look like I was peering through a set of cream colored curtains.
The barrage just didn’t let up. If I hadn’t been peering out through my near-blind eyes at Eric directly in front of me, with his astoundingly huge balls tossing out cupful after cupful of sperm at my teen face, I would have thought there were half a dozen men giving me the facial of a lifetime. Each audible splat! recorded another stripe of white glazing my features. The aroma of all that sperm assailed my nostrils, making them flare in sexual heat. Suddenly, I snorted as a big line of sperm got accidentally inhaled right up my nose, and I almost drowned.
Impacts continued, like an asteroid barrage on Star Wars, and I had no Hope, much less a New one.
Bang! Right cheekbone.
Splash! Forehead.
Squit! Chin.
Squelch! Bridge of nose.
Pzzzzzt! Left eye, again!
Boom! Right side of jaw.
Phliffft! Right into my hair. Now I’d have to shower again!
Gurk! Open mouth, rattling around my teeth like a white pinball. Gulp! Down he goes!
Whoosh! Across my left cheek, over the bridge of my nose, and into my right eye.
My face was drenched. It dripped off of me onto my top, wetting it down over my boobs and making my hard little pebbles poke out like I was in a wet t-shirt contest on Key West Summer Break.
I tasted cum, I smelled cum, I looked THROUGH cum, and even HEARD cum as my earlobes got inundated.
The sun started to go down, and still Eric blasted away at me...
No, just kidding there. He was, after all, human. Just an oddly genital’ed one with a freakishly large set of balls that must have held a half pint of semen. Well, not anymore. It was all over me, festooned across my features like a whitewash of sperm, blanketing my face from top to bottom, completely covering every square millimeter. It was clumped in my hair, dripping down like white rain. It dripped from my chin in large white teardrops, wetting my top and even drooling down the rest of the way to drop onto my bent thighs.
“Oh my god”. Eric could hardly breathe himself.
“Holy shit. . .” Spencer murmured. “Need a towel?”
I tilted my head and tried to look up at him. He was a big white blob.
“No. I neeb a cadoo. Or a whoaboat.”
Daddy laughed. “Honey, you look like a drowned rat!” he guffawed. “I’m sorry, sweetie. But you’ll see later on. You are absolutely drenched, hon! You’re not going to believe this when you see the video.”
I nodded, grinning like a fool, and started spooning the cum on my face towards my mouth, raking it with a bent finger like I was a snowplow and my face was the parking lot at McDonalds. I filled my mouth and swallowed, and then filled it again, and swallowed, and finally just thought, “oh, fuckit!” and rubbed what was left into my skin.
It took me ten minutes, but I finally got almost all of it either in my tummy or massaged into my facial skin, until I was gleaming and shining in the light. My hair, meh, I couldn’t do anything with it until I got under the shower. The men all watched me with amusement. Eric was still panting like he’d run a mile in hip waders. Spencer had his arm around me, lightly massaging my neck under my hair.
I unbent my legs and straightened up, still blinking cum from my eyes.
“Wow!” I said to Eric. “That was. . . the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced! You must have had a gallon of sperms in there!”
“Well, not quite,” he chuckled, “but I’ve always had huge loads. Most women can’t even contain an entire ejaculation if I’m trying to impregnate them. And I get paid by the pint at the clinics!” he laughed.
I nodded in agreement. “Holy heck, that was amazing!” I gushed, hugging him while trying to keep my still-damp face and boobs from getting goop all over him.
“Happy Birthday!” they all yelled out, and I smiled and laughed as a half quart of sperm dried on me.
It sure is a good thing your face can’t get pregnant!
Chapter
50 - That Championship Moment
I looked up in admiration, awe, and yes, a little apprehension at the stiffly erect dark brown penis in front of me, my hand holding it firmly around the base, fingers not even close to touching. A bead of clear pre-cum bubbled out of the tip, replacing the one I’d just licked off with the tiny pink tip of my tongue. The owner inhaled loudly, his strong, masculine aroma assaulting my senses, making my nostrils flare and my nipples harden. I do believe a large drop of something wet dripped from my naked pussy as well. I shifted back on the big, warm wooden bench I was perched on.
“My god, you have a gorgeous penis, Mr 17”, I breathed, looking up at the huge black man standing before me in the steam and fog of the locker room shower. “I sure hope I can fit it all inside of me!”
I was already a little bit sore, actually. Mr 17, as I called him, would be the – I had to stop and count back for a second – nine, yeah, ninth big basketball player on my favorite team to fuck me so far. It was getting late, but I could always sleep in tomorrow, school had finished for the summer more than two weeks ago, and I promised Spencer and his friend Lance, the guy who worked for the team, that I’d do the entire team after they won the championship! It was so exciting, we went to the game and it was really close, the score was 117 to 115 at the end, and it was actually Mr 17 himself who’d sunk the winning jumper just before the buzzer and the whole place went bonkers, confetti and paper and stuff flying around, and people running onto the court, mobbing the players and the whole thing. Spence and I were up with Lance in his box and were screaming and cheering and high-fiving each other and Lance picked me up and swung me around and give me a big smooch right on the lips which I wasn’t expecting but was OK, I guess, ‘cause we were all caught up in all the excitement. I’d never been to a big championship game before and I was so excited!
We watched the huge celebration for a couple of minutes, and then Lance said we should go down and maybe try to get on the floor for the ceremony with the trophy and all because that was really exciting, so we took the fancy little elevator down to where the regular people sat, and Lance led the way, I stayed in the middle and Spence followed behind, his strong hands on my shoulders sort of steering me how to go. I had on a tiny schoolgirl skirt and some white thigh highs, and black heels, with a white top over my shoulders that was scooped pretty low on top and showed the insides of both boobs, even though there was a piece of stretchy material across the top holding things together, and there was a big elastic band under my boobs, so my midriff was like totally bare. As we pushed and shoved our way onto the floor where everyone was still screaming and yelling and dancing around, there was confetti flying and balloons coming down from up in the roof and guys with cameras and cheerleader girls and just everybody was kissing and hugging. I felt hands reach out and grab at me, which scared me for a minute but then I thought it was kinda sexy, I mean, these guys (or girls!) were grabbing my butt and my boobs and I didn’t have any clue who they were and they’d never know who I was or anything but they got to get a feel of a teenage girl without any damage being done.
I heard Spence yell at one guy who was trying to feel up under my skirt and since I didn’t have any panties on, it’s probably a good thing he did! LOL! We were about half way in and getting to the big podium thing where there were some players standing around and a couple of rich looking white guys in suits, and I saw a photographer stop and look at me and his eyes went BOIIIINNNNGGGG and he started snapping pictures of me and I smiled and grinned at him and came about this close {} to flipping up my top and flashing my boobs at him but then thought maybe I’d better not. But I bet about fifty people felt me up on my way to the podium thingy with Lance and Spence!
So they all had to talk about how great it was to win the trophy, and the rich white guys thanked the players, and the players thanked the rich white guys and their mothers and their other players, and they all waved and yelled, and some of them held up their little kids and there were some wives and girlfriends up there too, and everybody just seemed to be having a great old time. I was smiling and cheering and bouncing up and down, which of course made my boobs rub up and down inside the top, and that of course made my nips hard, which by itself wouldn’t have been all that bad but just then about four guys up on the stand started shaking up these huge bottles of champagne and then they popped them off and started spraying the crowd, and of course, I got hit right in the face by a bunch of it which almost drowned me and I sputtered it all over, and my top got all wet and you could see right through it. Oooops!
It took about a half hour but all the stuff finally ended and most of the crowd went outside to party and drink even more in the parking lot, which of course was stupid, since they all had to drive home! But Lance and Spence and I sort of followed a smaller crowd over towards where the players and coaches were going towards the dressing room. I was holding hands with Spence and saying, “Man, I’m so happy for those guys, they worked really hard and played really well, I’m so glad they won the championship!” and Spence said, “Yes, they had some really tough games early on but they hung in there and never quit and always believed in themselves and their abilities. They worked really hard.”
And I don’t know what made me say it, but I just blurted out, “Yeah, they did, and they all deserve a really good fuck!”, thinking that their wives and girlfriends would be giving out a lot of blowjobs and fucks that night, and Spencer just laughed and looked at me and said, “What, you think you could fuck the whole team?” and I stopped and took a deep breath and swallowed my last sip of Pepsi and then looked at him and said, “Heck. Why not? Think they’d be interested?”, with a swagger and a swing of my hips. Spence laughed again and kissed me and then leaned up to talk into Lance’s ear for a minute, and then then Lance turned to look at him with an astonished look, and then he looked at me and I grinned and nodded my head up and down and then Lance shook his head and motioned for us all to follow him in. We ducked down a little hallway.
“Listen, I can talk to Mo and then he can talk to the rest of the guys, and we’ll have to wait until all the interviews and TV stuff is over but heck, if you want to give them a championship fuck, then it’s ok with me!” Lance said to us in a loud whisper, looking over his shoulder. But there was way too much other excitement going on for anybody to pay us any attention. So we kinda hung back out of the way, Spence and me, and Lance wandered through the large crowd in the locker room part and I saw him talking to a player here and there, who would look over at us and then I could feel their eyes boring into me and I felt a little like a bug on a pin, but it was exciting to think about anyway.
So we watched all the TV interviews and that took about a half hour or so, but finally it seemed like the place was starting to clear out, there was only a couple of guys in street clothes and then the players themselves, and Lance and Spence and me. Mo, one of the players, came over with a big grin on his face and shook my hand and Spencer’s and said, “Hey Julia, it’s cool to see you again, I’m glad you got to see the game. My man Lance tells me you’d like to thank us all, one by one, eh?” with a grin.
“Yeah, sure, I love you guys, you played a great game!” I said excitedly, hopping from one foot to another. “But tell the guys to leave their game jerseys on.”
“How come?” he asked, just as Spencer did too.
“Because I want to do you guys BY THE NUMBERS! You know, 1, 2, 3 and on up!” I laughed. I looked at Mo’s big red “5” on his jersey. He looked down at it and smiled, and then roared in laughter.
“Oh my god!” he laughed. “that’s freakin’ ripe!” he nearly shouted.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Thad. You know, ‘Tadd-eo’. Point guard. He’s gonna flip. But it’s his fault, he said he picked it.”
“Picked what?” I asked again.
“His number. Dumb fuck wanted ‘99’.
I giggled. Mo chuckled, and then put his huge palm on my shoulder. “You sure you up for this, little girl? My boys are full grown men, not some little punk-ass white guys like these here” he said with a sly grin and a wink and nod towards Spence and Lance. I knew he was just kidding. Mo had a Master’s degree in Psychology and spoke better English than most teachers I knew. But he loved to play the ‘gangsta’ sometimes just to tweak people.
“Sheeeit, Mo, I’ll drain you boys dry and then maybe need to head over to the loser’s locker room to finish up!” I laughed gaily, punching him in the stomach. It felt like I just hit a cement wall.
I reached up to kiss Spence and then followed Mo back along a short hallway of yellow painted concrete block lit by ugly garish fluorescent lamps and into the big shower room. He went around and started hitting all the faucets on, and steamy water started spraying into the small cubicles, fog quickly filling the room. He disappeared into the mist for a moment, and then came back carrying a wide, low bench that was about eighteen or twenty inches wide and maybe four feet long, with four or five big white fluffy towels stacked on it, and set it down off to one side.
“How’s that? Towels to make it a little softer, maybe cleanup as we go, or you can just hop in the shower there any time too.”
I’d used the time to strip off my skirt and top and fold them, and he took them and put them safely aside. “I’ll make sure nuthin’ happens to this stuff”, he said with a smile. He looked me up and down, a skinny little 14 year old teen, naked except for white thigh high stockings and black pumps , my little pussy starting to get warm and wet already. My nips stood out hard, the rings gleaming in the bright, harsh light. I reached up and tweaked one.
“Dayum, you are one fine little lady, sweetness. I didn’t think you get any cuter than last time but you are really hittin’ it”. He was talking about the time last year when Lance had brought Spence and me to a game, and I came down into the locker room afterwards and the entire team fucked my face and I sucked them all off and got blasted with a gallon of cum. I remembered Mo, and Mr Jonas and a couple of the other players as well.
“Thank you, Mo. I’m glad you like it.” As we chatted, a couple more players wandered in to the room, still high on the win and the celebration. Some had towels around their waists, some were naked below their jerseys but they all had their game jerseys still on. I looked around. There. The lowest number – Robert “Bobby” Short, wearing his number 3. I crooked my finger at him and smiled sexily, sitting on the end of the low bench. Bobby came up to stand in front of me, pulling the wet towel from his waist as he did.
“Hey sweetheart, glad to see you again. You look fine!” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. I reached for his penis, and he stood patiently in front of me. The height was perfect. I was at exact eye level with his warm black cock. I reached out to gently cradle his large, egg-shaped balls with one hand, and pulled on his cock with the other. It was warm, wet, he’d just come from the shower, so he smelled and tasted clean and strong. I lifted the dark brown shaft and pursed my lips, kissing the wet end and then slowly feeding the rapidly hardening pole between my lips. I heard Bobby moan softly and tilted my head up to look into his eyes.
I sucked just long enough to get him fully hard and ready to go, which didn’t take more than about thirty seconds, it seemed! I leaned back onto the bench, a couple of towels at my head, and dropped my feet to either side of the bench. I was too short to keep hold of his cock, so he stepped up and gently fed the end between my pussy lips. I was wet already down there, so it didn’t offer much resistance as he sank two, then four inches of hard black shaft into me with a groan. He held on to the bench, his arms above my head, his body completely covering mine up like a big blanket. It felt so good as his cock bulled up into me, my pink walls spread to welcome it in and provide a nice warm, wet pussy for him. He started slowly moving in and out, sliding more and more of his cock into me each time. I reached up to hug him to me and kicked my legs up behind his strong thighs, which felt like granite columns under my feet.
He leaned down to kiss me and I sucked his tongue through his thick, pillowly lips. My hips were bucking up at him and I could feel the end of his cock now banging at my womb, my cervix starting to take a battering that I knew would just be the beginning of its’ welcome punishment.
Bobby fucked me strongly and hard for several minutes, and then I could feel him start to tense up and he started his orgasm.
“Yeah, yeah, Mr 3, do that, do it, cum right in me, please, shoot your hot black cum right into me!” I begged theatrically, holding him even closer, trying to tighten my pussy around his spasming shaft. I heard him grunt and exhale, and his cock shuddered, the tip nosed right up to my cervix, and he splurted once, twice, then a third time, long streams of white sperm blasting through his cock shaft and right into my womb. I pictured the millions of strong, athletic spermies flowing out and splashing around in my uterus, searching for my girly little egg, naturally programmed to seek out and penetrate the poor defenseless thing, pounding her walls until one or more lucky swimmers punched through and made me pregnant with his black baby.
He gasped and groaned, spewing his lovely sperm into me, until he finally went “ooooof” and nearly collapsed on me, and I would have been crushed to death! But he raised up after a short moment and slowly pulled his wet and sticky cock from between my legs.
“Oh baby, that was so fine, so fine – thanks for the screw!” he said down into my ear, licking it, causing my whole body to shudder with the ticklish sensation.
“Thank YOU, Mr 3, for giving me all your cum!” I grinned at him. He kissed my cheek lightly, and stood.
I looked around. There was no “4”, so my buddy Mo, with his number 5 was next! I welcomed him with open arms and open legs. His penis was thick and round, a dark black coal color, with a purplish head. I sucked on the broad, plum shaped head for about two minutes, getting it nice and slick and wet for me. His pre-cum bubbled out, salty and warm, and it lubed my tongue. My fingers couldn’t come close to touching but I shucked his shaft back and forth lovingly, licking along the length of his cock and rolling his huge balls around in their crinkly sack. They seemed full of life, warm, almost vibrating with life and love.
“Honey, if we don’t get my cock into your tiny little pussy pretty soon, you gonna get a facefull of my jizz, and I’m not sure if that’s what you want!” he said to me with a slight groan.
“Hey babe, I’d take your cum on my face any day, but tonight it’s all about fucking!” I answered gleefully, laying back and opening up for him. Bobby’s cum was dripping out of me a little, and that helped lube me up a little, which was good because Mo’s cock felt like a baseball bat going in and out of me. He carefully wormed the head in, splitting my pussy lips wide. He was gentle and took his time though. I felt an orgasm creep up on me as his huge cock pulled my clitty down and into the crevice of my pussy lips, and I swiped my fingertips across his, moaning out my pleasure as the climax came over me.
“Oh fuck that feels so fucking good!” I moaned, thrumming my fingers across my clitty, sending sparks of pleasure up and down my spine. My legs vibrated with orgasmic tremors, shaking up in the air next to Mo’s big broad body, my carefully manicure toes pointing and clenching, my shoes long since flown off somewhere. Mo smiled down at me as he watched the teen girl impaled on his cock writhe and shiver under him.
About four minutes later, and two more cums, Mo started to really hit the jets, pounding his thick stalk into me, mashing his hard pelvic muscle and bone into me, making my pussy lips flatten and puff in turn, until he grunted hard one time and pushed all the way in, his cock spitting what seemed like quarts of his rich black semen right into my cervix, splashing my walls and coating every inch of my internal organs with his hot salty cum. I grabbed him to me, my hips shaking, my pussy sucking at him, wanting every drop of his cum sucked up into my womb to join his team mates, swimming aimlessly about in search of a defenseless little eggie.
He lay on me, breathing heavy for a short moment, and then pushed up by his arms, kissing me lightly on the forehead. He stood and I looked around.
“Next!” I gleefully shouted. They all roared, and Tommy Bucks, wearing number 7, stepped up to the plate, if I may mix a baseball metaphor in. I smiled and said, “C’mon champ, hit me with your best shot!”
Two players stood on either side of me, and I reached up to grab some black cock with both hands, working them back and forth, feeling their strong black shafts fill with blood and harden into beautiful ebony poles. And the fucking continued!
Within about twenty minutes, my poor little pussy was awash with wet, sticky cum! Each of the guys took my vag for a NICE ride, battering my defenseless little womb with their huge black and brown cock heads, spitting stream after stream of rich, salty, black cum into my uterus, billions of strong spermies swimming around, wriggling their little tails off. I used a towel to wipe my damp and leaking lips off a little bit after every couple of guys, but it was a losing battle. There was an awful lot of sperm being shot up into me, and my tiny teenage uterus just couldn’t hold it all! A few of the guys also took the opportunity to shoot their last few jets of cum up over my body, some of it actually splatting right into my chin or mouth from way down there! My boobs started to look like little snow capped mountains, as long white trails of semen flowed down off of them on to my neck or belly below.
It was when my old friend Jonas, Number 17, took his turn that I had to stop and admire his beautiful penis. My Spencer may have the most Perfect Penis in the world, and there is no way I’d ever give him up for Any Other Man, but Mr Jonas is without question the second place holder. He’s actually a little longer than Spencer, maybe a full ten or ten and a half inches, but he’s not quite as big around. His gorgeous cock is dark brown like chocolate, with strong veins criss-crossing the shaft just below the surface, you can feel his heartbeat through any one of them as he hardens and stiffens with amazing speed. The skin on his cock is completely smooth otherwise, rich and dark, all the way up to his perfectly cut head. The ridge of darker skin surrounds his royal crown in a perfectly formed glans, symmetrical, almost sculpture-like in quality, smooth and rounded with just the right amount of curve and swoop. The ‘V’ of his frenulum points unerringly to the large round pee hole at the very tip, where I’d just licked a large salty drop of pre-cum from. His base, firmly in my grasp, merged with his strong flat belly, and his pubes were all shaved smooth away. I nuzzled down the shaft towards his belly, feeling his huge nuts in their wrinkly sack shift and wobble between my fingers, each one hefty, full, large, waiting patiently to expel their salty contents into my willing body.
I tilted his beautiful penis up out of the way and dipped my head to mouth his balls, pulling each in turn between my lips, sucking and licking it, rolling it around on my tongue, bathing his ballsack in my spit. It felt so neat to hold each huge ball in my mouth for a moment, heating it up in my hot oral cavern. It was his manliness, his masculine essence, what made him such a powerful, athletic male with such amazing skills and talents, and I marveled at the millions of years of evolution that had produced such a perfect male specimen – a beautiful penis nearly a foot long, two huge and hefty balls full of rich potent semen, a tall, gracefully sculpted body, a strong chest, sparkling white teeth, glowing and happy brown eyes and a brain controlling everything that was educated, kind, generous, full of humor and feeling.
I decided to give Mr 17 a special treat. My pussy needed a rest anyway. I came back up to the tip of his penis and looked up at his eyes with adoration.
“Mr 17, I need to suck your cock, and I want to swallow your sperm. Do you mind if I give you my very best blowjob that I can, so you can cum in my mouth and I can swallow your cum? I really really want to taste you and have you in my tummy!”
He gave a short quick exhale and grinned down at me.
“Sweetie, you can put my cock anywhere you want it to be, and I’ll give you a cum load you won’t never forget!” he smiled, putting one huge palm on the top of my head.
I grinned and popped the head of his penis in my mouth, stretching wide to lock my lips around the ridge of his corona. My right hand held the base of his shaft, my left wrapped around about halfway up towards my lips, and I started my rhythm, jerking on the shaft, not too tight, not too fast, just a good rhythmic pumping, while I sucked strongly on the plum head in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty leakage of his bubbling pre-cum as I dredged each savory drop up from his potent balls.
My spit bathed his cock, and I slowly forced another inch or two into my mouth, my jaw stretching wide to allow it in, careful to keep my teeth from scraping or biting. I felt my jaw pop as another chunk of cock disappeared into my teen mouth, and I felt the blunt head tap at the back of my throat, giving me that gagging sensation that I’d learned to overcome years ago. I swallowed roughly, and Jonas groaned with the sensations I was giving him, making me smile internally. I so love it when men experienced that pinch of pleasure from their cocks which told me that I was doing a good job at making them feel good.
My eye teared a little bit at the exertion, but I was determined to give Mr 17 the very best blowjob I could. I swallowed again, my neck pulsating. I pushed farther down, and I felt his shaft bend just a teeny bit at the top of my throat, so I took a deep breath through my nose, and swallowed as hard as I could, pushing my face forwards at the same time. I reached up with my hands blindly, waving them around, hoping that he would get the hint and give me his hands. He did, and I quickly pulled his hands down to ring the back of my head, and, putting my tiny white hands over top of his large black ones, pressed down, hopeful to give him the message.
He got it.
I felt a strong push down, and my eyes blinked tears and I pushed too and I felt my neck expand and I drooled spit and saliva out of my lips down the large dark pole exiting my mouth, and then slid down, down, another inch, then two and then my nose hit flesh, warm flesh, flesh that smelled so masculine and powerful and alive. I had Jonas’s entire length buried in my throat, and I gasped through my nose again and snorted but I had done it. I had sucked his entire thick cock down my throat!!!
My nose was snug up against his belly, an inch or so above where his magnificent penis was attached. I swallowed again, and then slowly slid back up and out, until only two or three inches was still captured in my mouth, and looked up at Jonas and smiled and winked, and he went “ohmygod” and I could feel his body tremble. I took another breath and slid my face down as quickly as I could, swallowing again right at the crucial moment as his cock head tipped into the back of my throat, and I slid right down his entire cudgel again, kissing his belly with my lips, and then came up, and then went back down again even faster, and then came up again, licking and sucking, drooling spit and gunk and precum and gawdknowswhatelse all over my face and his cock and my neck and his belly.
I could sense the rest of the team and Spencer and Lance standing there, watching in rapt wonder as this tiny white girl deep throated one of the biggest cocks in all of the stick and ball sports. I savagely pummeled my throat with Jonas’s cock, attacking it with a determined fury, slobbering over it like a dog with a ham bone. Up, Down, Up, Down, over and over I bottomed his cock, grunting and whining and moaning like a possessed person. Meanwhile, he had his strong hands still holding the back of my head, and he helped, moving my skull back and forth firmly, but not too much, just enough to help me continue my assault on his penis.
I went in to my cock-drunk ‘zone’. Cock was all there was. I closed my eyes and my ears went deaf. I put my hands on Jonas’s tree-trunk thighs, bracing myself.
My mouth and throat made love to that beautiful black dick. My lips felt every square millimeter of its’ surface, the bumps and ridges and veins, the smooth skin, the curling corona of his glans, the v-cut of his frenulum, the strong earthy aroma of his balls. My wet tongue caressed every inch as it slid back and forth, a fleshy torpedo of love, with a payload of cum that was set to explode against the walls of my mouth and throat any moment now.
My brain overdosed on Penis Pheromones. I could almost hear the liquid of his semen, churning up in side his balls, the pressure mounting inexorably, sperms sliding into the little tubes, his prostate churning out more and more of the milky fluid for me. I could feel his butt clench from my hands on his thighs.
“ohhhhh baby, that’s it, that’s it baby, I’m gonna blast any second now. You just keep doing that, that’s right, just keep on doing that. . .” he groaned softly, his hands tightening slightly on my skull, fingertips pressing in to my scalp. I continued to glup and gawk and gurgle on his cock, which was by now soaking wet with spit and slime, shining brightly in the lights, reflecting the curves my body. I put my right hand under his sack, cradling his roiling balls, letting them tumble around on my finger
Suddenly, he stiffened and cried out. “Oh shitfuck I’m cumming!” He pushed my head down the additional inch and my face mashed into his belly. I felt his balls jump in their sack and they sorta rised up, and then I felt his cock get really hard for a sec and a pulse went through it, and I felt it in my neck! OMG he was cumming directly down my throat right into my tummy! I couldn’t even taste it! He squirted again, and I went “ummmmmmmmmmmmmm” and tried to push away from him so I could get his penis back up into my mouth and taste him, and his hands relaxed a little, so I pulled back. His cock was squirting semen like a madman, and I felt the head pop back up into my mouth, and I put my tongue underneath of it and felt three strong squirts of really salty sperm jet into my mouth, and I closed off my throat. I was jerking on his shaft because I wanted every drop he had in him to be mine!
He dribbled a little bit more, and he was breathing real heavy and panting.
“Oh fuck oh fuck lil girl, what’re you doin’ to me!” he gasped, grinning, his hands on my ears, slowly moving my face back and forth on the end of his huge cock. It was churning the cum in my mouth all around and I could taste it and feel it and smell coating the entire insides of my mouth, and even the roof of my mouth felt sticky and slimy! It was great! He finally went “ooooohhhhhfff” and exhaled and slowly pulled his cock from my mouth. I kept my lips tight around the shaft as it went out and kissed the tip of his wet and shiny penis as it left. I looked up at him.
“oo ame a ooool ot!” which was the best I could do with “You came a whole lot!” I grinned through my mouth full of semen, and tilted my head back and opened my lips so he could see. He leaned over bit and peered in.
“oh shit girl. You lucky you didn’t drown!” he grinned.
I nodded, closed my mouth and gulped. And then again! It took two swallows to fully clear my mouth.
“Fuck oh my god Mr 17 that was freakin’ amazing!” I breathed, trying to get my breath back and hoping my neck would return to normal dimensions sometime soon. I rubbed the outside of it.
“It felt like you were gonna go right into my stomach!” I said with a smile. “Holy fuck!”
The men around me were talking in excited tones, amazed to see this little white girl deep throat the cock of the man they called “Torpedo”. There was a little applause, scattered hoots and hollers, and I blushed and bowed my head, swallowing again to try to clear my throat. I held my hand out, and a big cup of Gatorade was thrust into it, and I took a few big gulps. Finally I shook my head to clear it, and looked around. There were still three or four men to go, I leaned back, planted my feet firmly on either side of the bench in the foggy room, and said, “Ok, let’s get back to fucking!”.
By the time all the guys were fucked out and happy, and my pussy was swamped with cum I’d have five more loads of lovely black semen squirted up into me, and three of the guys I’d already fucked had to come back and shoot their new loads on my body, my boobs and face being favorite targets! I just lay back and enjoyed every minute of it, rubbing my clitty when I could, enjoying orgasm after orgasm. Finally, when there were no more guys waiting to enjoy a fuck with me, I sat up, somewhat stiff and scraped the cum off of my boobs with one finger and popped it into my mouth, smacking my lips. I managed to run under the hot showers for a moment to clean some of the gunk off of me, and then tracked down my skirt and top and shoes. My nylons were a mess, but I left them on anyway, figuring maybe I’d keep them as a souvenir. The guys had all signed my top with a big Sharpie too!
I leaked cum all the way home in Spence’s car, luckily I stole a couple of the clean towels from the locker room. My poor little pussy was rubbed raw, and it was a little sore, which I guess sorta made sense since about fifteen really big men had been fucking it for hours on end! But I felt good, tired, fucked out, cummed out, and happy.
All I can say is it’s a good thing I always take my BC pills!
I looked up in admiration, awe, and yes, a little apprehension at the stiffly erect dark brown penis in front of me, my hand holding it firmly around the base, fingers not even close to touching. A bead of clear pre-cum bubbled out of the tip, replacing the one I’d just licked off with the tiny pink tip of my tongue. The owner inhaled loudly, his strong, masculine aroma assaulting my senses, making my nostrils flare and my nipples harden. I do believe a large drop of something wet dripped from my naked pussy as well. I shifted back on the big, warm wooden bench I was perched on.
“My god, you have a gorgeous penis, Mr 17”, I breathed, looking up at the huge black man standing before me in the steam and fog of the locker room shower. “I sure hope I can fit it all inside of me!”
I was already a little bit sore, actually. Mr 17, as I called him, would be the – I had to stop and count back for a second – nine, yeah, ninth big basketball player on my favorite team to fuck me so far. It was getting late, but I could always sleep in tomorrow, school had finished for the summer more than two weeks ago, and I promised Spencer and his friend Lance, the guy who worked for the team, that I’d do the entire team after they won the championship! It was so exciting, we went to the game and it was really close, the score was 117 to 115 at the end, and it was actually Mr 17 himself who’d sunk the winning jumper just before the buzzer and the whole place went bonkers, confetti and paper and stuff flying around, and people running onto the court, mobbing the players and the whole thing. Spence and I were up with Lance in his box and were screaming and cheering and high-fiving each other and Lance picked me up and swung me around and give me a big smooch right on the lips which I wasn’t expecting but was OK, I guess, ‘cause we were all caught up in all the excitement. I’d never been to a big championship game before and I was so excited!
We watched the huge celebration for a couple of minutes, and then Lance said we should go down and maybe try to get on the floor for the ceremony with the trophy and all because that was really exciting, so we took the fancy little elevator down to where the regular people sat, and Lance led the way, I stayed in the middle and Spence followed behind, his strong hands on my shoulders sort of steering me how to go. I had on a tiny schoolgirl skirt and some white thigh highs, and black heels, with a white top over my shoulders that was scooped pretty low on top and showed the insides of both boobs, even though there was a piece of stretchy material across the top holding things together, and there was a big elastic band under my boobs, so my midriff was like totally bare. As we pushed and shoved our way onto the floor where everyone was still screaming and yelling and dancing around, there was confetti flying and balloons coming down from up in the roof and guys with cameras and cheerleader girls and just everybody was kissing and hugging. I felt hands reach out and grab at me, which scared me for a minute but then I thought it was kinda sexy, I mean, these guys (or girls!) were grabbing my butt and my boobs and I didn’t have any clue who they were and they’d never know who I was or anything but they got to get a feel of a teenage girl without any damage being done.
I heard Spence yell at one guy who was trying to feel up under my skirt and since I didn’t have any panties on, it’s probably a good thing he did! LOL! We were about half way in and getting to the big podium thing where there were some players standing around and a couple of rich looking white guys in suits, and I saw a photographer stop and look at me and his eyes went BOIIIINNNNGGGG and he started snapping pictures of me and I smiled and grinned at him and came about this close {} to flipping up my top and flashing my boobs at him but then thought maybe I’d better not. But I bet about fifty people felt me up on my way to the podium thingy with Lance and Spence!
So they all had to talk about how great it was to win the trophy, and the rich white guys thanked the players, and the players thanked the rich white guys and their mothers and their other players, and they all waved and yelled, and some of them held up their little kids and there were some wives and girlfriends up there too, and everybody just seemed to be having a great old time. I was smiling and cheering and bouncing up and down, which of course made my boobs rub up and down inside the top, and that of course made my nips hard, which by itself wouldn’t have been all that bad but just then about four guys up on the stand started shaking up these huge bottles of champagne and then they popped them off and started spraying the crowd, and of course, I got hit right in the face by a bunch of it which almost drowned me and I sputtered it all over, and my top got all wet and you could see right through it. Oooops!
It took about a half hour but all the stuff finally ended and most of the crowd went outside to party and drink even more in the parking lot, which of course was stupid, since they all had to drive home! But Lance and Spence and I sort of followed a smaller crowd over towards where the players and coaches were going towards the dressing room. I was holding hands with Spence and saying, “Man, I’m so happy for those guys, they worked really hard and played really well, I’m so glad they won the championship!” and Spence said, “Yes, they had some really tough games early on but they hung in there and never quit and always believed in themselves and their abilities. They worked really hard.”
And I don’t know what made me say it, but I just blurted out, “Yeah, they did, and they all deserve a really good fuck!”, thinking that their wives and girlfriends would be giving out a lot of blowjobs and fucks that night, and Spencer just laughed and looked at me and said, “What, you think you could fuck the whole team?” and I stopped and took a deep breath and swallowed my last sip of Pepsi and then looked at him and said, “Heck. Why not? Think they’d be interested?”, with a swagger and a swing of my hips. Spence laughed again and kissed me and then leaned up to talk into Lance’s ear for a minute, and then then Lance turned to look at him with an astonished look, and then he looked at me and I grinned and nodded my head up and down and then Lance shook his head and motioned for us all to follow him in. We ducked down a little hallway.
“Listen, I can talk to Mo and then he can talk to the rest of the guys, and we’ll have to wait until all the interviews and TV stuff is over but heck, if you want to give them a championship fuck, then it’s ok with me!” Lance said to us in a loud whisper, looking over his shoulder. But there was way too much other excitement going on for anybody to pay us any attention. So we kinda hung back out of the way, Spence and me, and Lance wandered through the large crowd in the locker room part and I saw him talking to a player here and there, who would look over at us and then I could feel their eyes boring into me and I felt a little like a bug on a pin, but it was exciting to think about anyway.
So we watched all the TV interviews and that took about a half hour or so, but finally it seemed like the place was starting to clear out, there was only a couple of guys in street clothes and then the players themselves, and Lance and Spence and me. Mo, one of the players, came over with a big grin on his face and shook my hand and Spencer’s and said, “Hey Julia, it’s cool to see you again, I’m glad you got to see the game. My man Lance tells me you’d like to thank us all, one by one, eh?” with a grin.
“Yeah, sure, I love you guys, you played a great game!” I said excitedly, hopping from one foot to another. “But tell the guys to leave their game jerseys on.”
“How come?” he asked, just as Spencer did too.
“Because I want to do you guys BY THE NUMBERS! You know, 1, 2, 3 and on up!” I laughed. I looked at Mo’s big red “5” on his jersey. He looked down at it and smiled, and then roared in laughter.
“Oh my god!” he laughed. “that’s freakin’ ripe!” he nearly shouted.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Thad. You know, ‘Tadd-eo’. Point guard. He’s gonna flip. But it’s his fault, he said he picked it.”
“Picked what?” I asked again.
“His number. Dumb fuck wanted ‘99’.
I giggled. Mo chuckled, and then put his huge palm on my shoulder. “You sure you up for this, little girl? My boys are full grown men, not some little punk-ass white guys like these here” he said with a sly grin and a wink and nod towards Spence and Lance. I knew he was just kidding. Mo had a Master’s degree in Psychology and spoke better English than most teachers I knew. But he loved to play the ‘gangsta’ sometimes just to tweak people.
“Sheeeit, Mo, I’ll drain you boys dry and then maybe need to head over to the loser’s locker room to finish up!” I laughed gaily, punching him in the stomach. It felt like I just hit a cement wall.
I reached up to kiss Spence and then followed Mo back along a short hallway of yellow painted concrete block lit by ugly garish fluorescent lamps and into the big shower room. He went around and started hitting all the faucets on, and steamy water started spraying into the small cubicles, fog quickly filling the room. He disappeared into the mist for a moment, and then came back carrying a wide, low bench that was about eighteen or twenty inches wide and maybe four feet long, with four or five big white fluffy towels stacked on it, and set it down off to one side.
“How’s that? Towels to make it a little softer, maybe cleanup as we go, or you can just hop in the shower there any time too.”
I’d used the time to strip off my skirt and top and fold them, and he took them and put them safely aside. “I’ll make sure nuthin’ happens to this stuff”, he said with a smile. He looked me up and down, a skinny little 14 year old teen, naked except for white thigh high stockings and black pumps , my little pussy starting to get warm and wet already. My nips stood out hard, the rings gleaming in the bright, harsh light. I reached up and tweaked one.
“Dayum, you are one fine little lady, sweetness. I didn’t think you get any cuter than last time but you are really hittin’ it”. He was talking about the time last year when Lance had brought Spence and me to a game, and I came down into the locker room afterwards and the entire team fucked my face and I sucked them all off and got blasted with a gallon of cum. I remembered Mo, and Mr Jonas and a couple of the other players as well.
“Thank you, Mo. I’m glad you like it.” As we chatted, a couple more players wandered in to the room, still high on the win and the celebration. Some had towels around their waists, some were naked below their jerseys but they all had their game jerseys still on. I looked around. There. The lowest number – Robert “Bobby” Short, wearing his number 3. I crooked my finger at him and smiled sexily, sitting on the end of the low bench. Bobby came up to stand in front of me, pulling the wet towel from his waist as he did.
“Hey sweetheart, glad to see you again. You look fine!” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. I reached for his penis, and he stood patiently in front of me. The height was perfect. I was at exact eye level with his warm black cock. I reached out to gently cradle his large, egg-shaped balls with one hand, and pulled on his cock with the other. It was warm, wet, he’d just come from the shower, so he smelled and tasted clean and strong. I lifted the dark brown shaft and pursed my lips, kissing the wet end and then slowly feeding the rapidly hardening pole between my lips. I heard Bobby moan softly and tilted my head up to look into his eyes.
I sucked just long enough to get him fully hard and ready to go, which didn’t take more than about thirty seconds, it seemed! I leaned back onto the bench, a couple of towels at my head, and dropped my feet to either side of the bench. I was too short to keep hold of his cock, so he stepped up and gently fed the end between my pussy lips. I was wet already down there, so it didn’t offer much resistance as he sank two, then four inches of hard black shaft into me with a groan. He held on to the bench, his arms above my head, his body completely covering mine up like a big blanket. It felt so good as his cock bulled up into me, my pink walls spread to welcome it in and provide a nice warm, wet pussy for him. He started slowly moving in and out, sliding more and more of his cock into me each time. I reached up to hug him to me and kicked my legs up behind his strong thighs, which felt like granite columns under my feet.
He leaned down to kiss me and I sucked his tongue through his thick, pillowly lips. My hips were bucking up at him and I could feel the end of his cock now banging at my womb, my cervix starting to take a battering that I knew would just be the beginning of its’ welcome punishment.
Bobby fucked me strongly and hard for several minutes, and then I could feel him start to tense up and he started his orgasm.
“Yeah, yeah, Mr 3, do that, do it, cum right in me, please, shoot your hot black cum right into me!” I begged theatrically, holding him even closer, trying to tighten my pussy around his spasming shaft. I heard him grunt and exhale, and his cock shuddered, the tip nosed right up to my cervix, and he splurted once, twice, then a third time, long streams of white sperm blasting through his cock shaft and right into my womb. I pictured the millions of strong, athletic spermies flowing out and splashing around in my uterus, searching for my girly little egg, naturally programmed to seek out and penetrate the poor defenseless thing, pounding her walls until one or more lucky swimmers punched through and made me pregnant with his black baby.
He gasped and groaned, spewing his lovely sperm into me, until he finally went “ooooof” and nearly collapsed on me, and I would have been crushed to death! But he raised up after a short moment and slowly pulled his wet and sticky cock from between my legs.
“Oh baby, that was so fine, so fine – thanks for the screw!” he said down into my ear, licking it, causing my whole body to shudder with the ticklish sensation.
“Thank YOU, Mr 3, for giving me all your cum!” I grinned at him. He kissed my cheek lightly, and stood.
I looked around. There was no “4”, so my buddy Mo, with his number 5 was next! I welcomed him with open arms and open legs. His penis was thick and round, a dark black coal color, with a purplish head. I sucked on the broad, plum shaped head for about two minutes, getting it nice and slick and wet for me. His pre-cum bubbled out, salty and warm, and it lubed my tongue. My fingers couldn’t come close to touching but I shucked his shaft back and forth lovingly, licking along the length of his cock and rolling his huge balls around in their crinkly sack. They seemed full of life, warm, almost vibrating with life and love.
“Honey, if we don’t get my cock into your tiny little pussy pretty soon, you gonna get a facefull of my jizz, and I’m not sure if that’s what you want!” he said to me with a slight groan.
“Hey babe, I’d take your cum on my face any day, but tonight it’s all about fucking!” I answered gleefully, laying back and opening up for him. Bobby’s cum was dripping out of me a little, and that helped lube me up a little, which was good because Mo’s cock felt like a baseball bat going in and out of me. He carefully wormed the head in, splitting my pussy lips wide. He was gentle and took his time though. I felt an orgasm creep up on me as his huge cock pulled my clitty down and into the crevice of my pussy lips, and I swiped my fingertips across his, moaning out my pleasure as the climax came over me.
“Oh fuck that feels so fucking good!” I moaned, thrumming my fingers across my clitty, sending sparks of pleasure up and down my spine. My legs vibrated with orgasmic tremors, shaking up in the air next to Mo’s big broad body, my carefully manicure toes pointing and clenching, my shoes long since flown off somewhere. Mo smiled down at me as he watched the teen girl impaled on his cock writhe and shiver under him.
About four minutes later, and two more cums, Mo started to really hit the jets, pounding his thick stalk into me, mashing his hard pelvic muscle and bone into me, making my pussy lips flatten and puff in turn, until he grunted hard one time and pushed all the way in, his cock spitting what seemed like quarts of his rich black semen right into my cervix, splashing my walls and coating every inch of my internal organs with his hot salty cum. I grabbed him to me, my hips shaking, my pussy sucking at him, wanting every drop of his cum sucked up into my womb to join his team mates, swimming aimlessly about in search of a defenseless little eggie.
He lay on me, breathing heavy for a short moment, and then pushed up by his arms, kissing me lightly on the forehead. He stood and I looked around.
“Next!” I gleefully shouted. They all roared, and Tommy Bucks, wearing number 7, stepped up to the plate, if I may mix a baseball metaphor in. I smiled and said, “C’mon champ, hit me with your best shot!”
Two players stood on either side of me, and I reached up to grab some black cock with both hands, working them back and forth, feeling their strong black shafts fill with blood and harden into beautiful ebony poles. And the fucking continued!
Within about twenty minutes, my poor little pussy was awash with wet, sticky cum! Each of the guys took my vag for a NICE ride, battering my defenseless little womb with their huge black and brown cock heads, spitting stream after stream of rich, salty, black cum into my uterus, billions of strong spermies swimming around, wriggling their little tails off. I used a towel to wipe my damp and leaking lips off a little bit after every couple of guys, but it was a losing battle. There was an awful lot of sperm being shot up into me, and my tiny teenage uterus just couldn’t hold it all! A few of the guys also took the opportunity to shoot their last few jets of cum up over my body, some of it actually splatting right into my chin or mouth from way down there! My boobs started to look like little snow capped mountains, as long white trails of semen flowed down off of them on to my neck or belly below.
It was when my old friend Jonas, Number 17, took his turn that I had to stop and admire his beautiful penis. My Spencer may have the most Perfect Penis in the world, and there is no way I’d ever give him up for Any Other Man, but Mr Jonas is without question the second place holder. He’s actually a little longer than Spencer, maybe a full ten or ten and a half inches, but he’s not quite as big around. His gorgeous cock is dark brown like chocolate, with strong veins criss-crossing the shaft just below the surface, you can feel his heartbeat through any one of them as he hardens and stiffens with amazing speed. The skin on his cock is completely smooth otherwise, rich and dark, all the way up to his perfectly cut head. The ridge of darker skin surrounds his royal crown in a perfectly formed glans, symmetrical, almost sculpture-like in quality, smooth and rounded with just the right amount of curve and swoop. The ‘V’ of his frenulum points unerringly to the large round pee hole at the very tip, where I’d just licked a large salty drop of pre-cum from. His base, firmly in my grasp, merged with his strong flat belly, and his pubes were all shaved smooth away. I nuzzled down the shaft towards his belly, feeling his huge nuts in their wrinkly sack shift and wobble between my fingers, each one hefty, full, large, waiting patiently to expel their salty contents into my willing body.
I tilted his beautiful penis up out of the way and dipped my head to mouth his balls, pulling each in turn between my lips, sucking and licking it, rolling it around on my tongue, bathing his ballsack in my spit. It felt so neat to hold each huge ball in my mouth for a moment, heating it up in my hot oral cavern. It was his manliness, his masculine essence, what made him such a powerful, athletic male with such amazing skills and talents, and I marveled at the millions of years of evolution that had produced such a perfect male specimen – a beautiful penis nearly a foot long, two huge and hefty balls full of rich potent semen, a tall, gracefully sculpted body, a strong chest, sparkling white teeth, glowing and happy brown eyes and a brain controlling everything that was educated, kind, generous, full of humor and feeling.
I decided to give Mr 17 a special treat. My pussy needed a rest anyway. I came back up to the tip of his penis and looked up at his eyes with adoration.
“Mr 17, I need to suck your cock, and I want to swallow your sperm. Do you mind if I give you my very best blowjob that I can, so you can cum in my mouth and I can swallow your cum? I really really want to taste you and have you in my tummy!”
He gave a short quick exhale and grinned down at me.
“Sweetie, you can put my cock anywhere you want it to be, and I’ll give you a cum load you won’t never forget!” he smiled, putting one huge palm on the top of my head.
I grinned and popped the head of his penis in my mouth, stretching wide to lock my lips around the ridge of his corona. My right hand held the base of his shaft, my left wrapped around about halfway up towards my lips, and I started my rhythm, jerking on the shaft, not too tight, not too fast, just a good rhythmic pumping, while I sucked strongly on the plum head in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty leakage of his bubbling pre-cum as I dredged each savory drop up from his potent balls.
My spit bathed his cock, and I slowly forced another inch or two into my mouth, my jaw stretching wide to allow it in, careful to keep my teeth from scraping or biting. I felt my jaw pop as another chunk of cock disappeared into my teen mouth, and I felt the blunt head tap at the back of my throat, giving me that gagging sensation that I’d learned to overcome years ago. I swallowed roughly, and Jonas groaned with the sensations I was giving him, making me smile internally. I so love it when men experienced that pinch of pleasure from their cocks which told me that I was doing a good job at making them feel good.
My eye teared a little bit at the exertion, but I was determined to give Mr 17 the very best blowjob I could. I swallowed again, my neck pulsating. I pushed farther down, and I felt his shaft bend just a teeny bit at the top of my throat, so I took a deep breath through my nose, and swallowed as hard as I could, pushing my face forwards at the same time. I reached up with my hands blindly, waving them around, hoping that he would get the hint and give me his hands. He did, and I quickly pulled his hands down to ring the back of my head, and, putting my tiny white hands over top of his large black ones, pressed down, hopeful to give him the message.
He got it.
I felt a strong push down, and my eyes blinked tears and I pushed too and I felt my neck expand and I drooled spit and saliva out of my lips down the large dark pole exiting my mouth, and then slid down, down, another inch, then two and then my nose hit flesh, warm flesh, flesh that smelled so masculine and powerful and alive. I had Jonas’s entire length buried in my throat, and I gasped through my nose again and snorted but I had done it. I had sucked his entire thick cock down my throat!!!
My nose was snug up against his belly, an inch or so above where his magnificent penis was attached. I swallowed again, and then slowly slid back up and out, until only two or three inches was still captured in my mouth, and looked up at Jonas and smiled and winked, and he went “ohmygod” and I could feel his body tremble. I took another breath and slid my face down as quickly as I could, swallowing again right at the crucial moment as his cock head tipped into the back of my throat, and I slid right down his entire cudgel again, kissing his belly with my lips, and then came up, and then went back down again even faster, and then came up again, licking and sucking, drooling spit and gunk and precum and gawdknowswhatelse all over my face and his cock and my neck and his belly.
I could sense the rest of the team and Spencer and Lance standing there, watching in rapt wonder as this tiny white girl deep throated one of the biggest cocks in all of the stick and ball sports. I savagely pummeled my throat with Jonas’s cock, attacking it with a determined fury, slobbering over it like a dog with a ham bone. Up, Down, Up, Down, over and over I bottomed his cock, grunting and whining and moaning like a possessed person. Meanwhile, he had his strong hands still holding the back of my head, and he helped, moving my skull back and forth firmly, but not too much, just enough to help me continue my assault on his penis.
I went in to my cock-drunk ‘zone’. Cock was all there was. I closed my eyes and my ears went deaf. I put my hands on Jonas’s tree-trunk thighs, bracing myself.
My mouth and throat made love to that beautiful black dick. My lips felt every square millimeter of its’ surface, the bumps and ridges and veins, the smooth skin, the curling corona of his glans, the v-cut of his frenulum, the strong earthy aroma of his balls. My wet tongue caressed every inch as it slid back and forth, a fleshy torpedo of love, with a payload of cum that was set to explode against the walls of my mouth and throat any moment now.
My brain overdosed on Penis Pheromones. I could almost hear the liquid of his semen, churning up in side his balls, the pressure mounting inexorably, sperms sliding into the little tubes, his prostate churning out more and more of the milky fluid for me. I could feel his butt clench from my hands on his thighs.
“ohhhhh baby, that’s it, that’s it baby, I’m gonna blast any second now. You just keep doing that, that’s right, just keep on doing that. . .” he groaned softly, his hands tightening slightly on my skull, fingertips pressing in to my scalp. I continued to glup and gawk and gurgle on his cock, which was by now soaking wet with spit and slime, shining brightly in the lights, reflecting the curves my body. I put my right hand under his sack, cradling his roiling balls, letting them tumble around on my finger
Suddenly, he stiffened and cried out. “Oh shitfuck I’m cumming!” He pushed my head down the additional inch and my face mashed into his belly. I felt his balls jump in their sack and they sorta rised up, and then I felt his cock get really hard for a sec and a pulse went through it, and I felt it in my neck! OMG he was cumming directly down my throat right into my tummy! I couldn’t even taste it! He squirted again, and I went “ummmmmmmmmmmmmm” and tried to push away from him so I could get his penis back up into my mouth and taste him, and his hands relaxed a little, so I pulled back. His cock was squirting semen like a madman, and I felt the head pop back up into my mouth, and I put my tongue underneath of it and felt three strong squirts of really salty sperm jet into my mouth, and I closed off my throat. I was jerking on his shaft because I wanted every drop he had in him to be mine!
He dribbled a little bit more, and he was breathing real heavy and panting.
“Oh fuck oh fuck lil girl, what’re you doin’ to me!” he gasped, grinning, his hands on my ears, slowly moving my face back and forth on the end of his huge cock. It was churning the cum in my mouth all around and I could taste it and feel it and smell coating the entire insides of my mouth, and even the roof of my mouth felt sticky and slimy! It was great! He finally went “ooooohhhhhfff” and exhaled and slowly pulled his cock from my mouth. I kept my lips tight around the shaft as it went out and kissed the tip of his wet and shiny penis as it left. I looked up at him.
“oo ame a ooool ot!” which was the best I could do with “You came a whole lot!” I grinned through my mouth full of semen, and tilted my head back and opened my lips so he could see. He leaned over bit and peered in.
“oh shit girl. You lucky you didn’t drown!” he grinned.
I nodded, closed my mouth and gulped. And then again! It took two swallows to fully clear my mouth.
“Fuck oh my god Mr 17 that was freakin’ amazing!” I breathed, trying to get my breath back and hoping my neck would return to normal dimensions sometime soon. I rubbed the outside of it.
“It felt like you were gonna go right into my stomach!” I said with a smile. “Holy fuck!”
The men around me were talking in excited tones, amazed to see this little white girl deep throat the cock of the man they called “Torpedo”. There was a little applause, scattered hoots and hollers, and I blushed and bowed my head, swallowing again to try to clear my throat. I held my hand out, and a big cup of Gatorade was thrust into it, and I took a few big gulps. Finally I shook my head to clear it, and looked around. There were still three or four men to go, I leaned back, planted my feet firmly on either side of the bench in the foggy room, and said, “Ok, let’s get back to fucking!”.
By the time all the guys were fucked out and happy, and my pussy was swamped with cum I’d have five more loads of lovely black semen squirted up into me, and three of the guys I’d already fucked had to come back and shoot their new loads on my body, my boobs and face being favorite targets! I just lay back and enjoyed every minute of it, rubbing my clitty when I could, enjoying orgasm after orgasm. Finally, when there were no more guys waiting to enjoy a fuck with me, I sat up, somewhat stiff and scraped the cum off of my boobs with one finger and popped it into my mouth, smacking my lips. I managed to run under the hot showers for a moment to clean some of the gunk off of me, and then tracked down my skirt and top and shoes. My nylons were a mess, but I left them on anyway, figuring maybe I’d keep them as a souvenir. The guys had all signed my top with a big Sharpie too!
I leaked cum all the way home in Spence’s car, luckily I stole a couple of the clean towels from the locker room. My poor little pussy was rubbed raw, and it was a little sore, which I guess sorta made sense since about fifteen really big men had been fucking it for hours on end! But I felt good, tired, fucked out, cummed out, and happy.
All I can say is it’s a good thing I always take my BC pills!
More to come.
