Chapter 10
For several days Connie barely left the house. For one thing, she was sore as hell. She'd taken three gross cocks up every hole in her body. She'd been fucked and mauled every which way. Her cunt, her ass, even her mouth was tender. She needed a rest.
But there was more to it than this. In a way the orgy had shocked her. She thought she was unshockable, but this wasn't really true. What the men had done to her was beyond her wildest dreams. The way they had triple-fucked her, and in particular the way they had cum all over her, really made her think. What they'd done after that, to end the orgy, she tried her best to forget.
Ron Crawford had left town finally, and it was probably just as well. Who knew what crazy, kinky things he would have thought up next for her? She blushed with shame when she recalled that he'd always have his dirty photographs as a record of what had happened. But he lived far away and there was little chance of the stuff falling into the hands of the wrong people. Like her parents, or her teachers.
Daryl came by again on the weekend, and she was actually glad to see him. This surprised her for a while, until she figured out the reason, Daryl was so normal, so ordinary. He was just an average teenager like herself. After Ron Crawford and Jerry, and the muscle-boys, he was a pleasant change.
He was obviously thrilled when she consented to go for a ride with him. In fact Connie knew right away what he had on his mind, just as she had a few days before. She hated to disappoint him, but she really was sore from the gangbang. When he parked under the familiar trees and turned to her with that special glint in his eye, she waved him off.
"Daryl, I don't want to fuck," she said. "I'm sorry. I can't. I'm not in the mood."
He looked hurt. "It's that guy you're seeing, isn't it? The one who invited you to that party. Are you fucking him, or what?"
Her first thought was to lie, to deny that she'd fucked Ron. But what difference could it make now, one way or the other? She'd probably never see Ron Crawford again. She wasn't sure she even wanted to see him. And she had a strange need to talk about what had happened to her lately. Maybe she could tell Daryl. At least he was a friend.
"Yes, I fucked him," she replied softly. "I fucked him several times. And that's not all we did."
Daryl looked even more hurt than before. He'd had his suspicions, but still he didn't want to believe Connie had fucked someone else. Now she was admitting it, and it was hard to take. He wished he hadn't asked. He didn't want to hear any more but she went right on without any prompting.
"He's the guy who shaved off my pussy hair. He did that the very first time we met, right after he'd eaten me out."
"Who is it?" Daryl asked miserably. "Who is this slimy bastard?"
"Never mind. It doesn't matter. He was much older than you or me. He was middle-aged."
"You fucked a middle-aged guy! You let him shave your pussy?" Daryl gasped. His face flushed a deep shade of red.
"Yes. Are you disgusted with me? You can take me home if you like. I'll understand."
Daryl ignored her. "But why with an older guy? Did he force you, or what?"
"He didn't force me. I loved every minute of it. I guess I did it with an older man because he was so experienced. He could teach me things."
"What kind of things?" Daryl groaned. He didn't really want to know, but he couldn't stop himself from asking.
Connie smiled. How could she sum up all that dirty Ron Crawford had taught her in the past few days? It would take ages. But at the same time she wanted to go on, to see if Daryl was shocked at what she said. In a way it was a great relief to be able to talk to someone about this stuff.
"Well, he taught me how to suck his cock. And to use my tongue all over his balls as well. He taught me how to lick his nuts and take them in my mouth and suck them."
Daryl groaned out loud. His heart was pounding crazily. But what was worse, and what made him feel ashamed, was that his cock was starting to stiffen in his pants. He could feel it. He was actually getting excited listening to Connie tell her dirty tales. And to think that he'd invited her out so he could ask her to go steady with him.
"He has this huge cock." She continued. "I'd never seen anything like it. Until the other day, that is. He made me suck it and rub it all over my face."
Daryl shifted nervously in his seat. He tried to move his growing cock to a more comfortable position without attracting her attention. But then he thought, what the hell, and deliberately eased it to one side. Why should he care if she saw he had a hard-on?
"Connie, you don't have to tell me all this. Shit, I wish you wouldn't," he moaned. "Listen, I don't care what you did with this asshole, whoever he is. I want us to go steady, you and me. I want you to be my girlfriend."
It was out before he could think twice about it. In fact, if he'd thought too much about it, he wouldn't have had the guts to say it. He was in a state of shock at what she was telling him, and maybe it was just as well. He could say things he wouldn't say otherwise. He really did want to go steady with her.
"You're excited, aren't you?" She grinned, ignoring his offer. "You're getting hot hearing about my dirty sex life."
"Never mind. What do you say? Do you want to go steady with me or what? I could be real nice to you Connie."
"And I could be real nice to you. Here, let me help you with that big, naughty hard-on. I can't fuck right now, but maybe I can help jerk you off at least."
She reached over and unsnapped his belt, then opened his fly and gripped the top of his pants. She told him to raise his ass, and as he did so she pulled on his pants and shorts both. The swelling pole of his cock flopped free and swayed to one side. It was a solid, healthy seven inches.
"I knew you were getting a hard-on. I could tell." She grinned. She curled her fingers around his cock and began shucking up and down gently. He settled back into his seat and stared at her miserably.
"You haven't answered my question. Do you want to go steady with me or what?" he persisted. Her hand felt so nice, so expert on his prick. Her fingers were gentle and cool.
"Daryl, you won't want to go steady with me when I tell you what I've done over the past few days. You'll call me a slut. You don't want to go steady with a slut, do you?"
"I don't care what you've done. I really like you, Connie." He groaned. His cock grew rapidly in her pumping fist. It jutted up all red and angry, and the head turned a deep shade of purple.
"We'll see," she said. "You know what I did with this guy after I'd sucked his cock? I let him cum in my mouth and all over my face. What do you think of that?"
Daryl moaned but didn't say anything. If she was telling him all this to shock him, she was succeeding. But his hard-on kept growing, and his breathing became more and more ragged. He couldn't have stopped her talking now, even if he'd wanted to. He sure as hell didn't want to stop her wanking his cock.
"The next time I saw him, I did something even dirtier." She went on, obviously getting a lot of pleasure from what she was saying. "I stayed overnight with him in a fancy hotel. I sucked his cock in the elevator, and later, I let him fuck me up the ass. Isn't that unbelievable?"
Daryl whimpered. For the moment he couldn't speak. She had scooped her free hand under his balls and was fondling them gently. Her fist never missed a beat on his throbbing cock. He wondered how long he'd be able to keep from cumming. Not long, if she kept up this dirty talk.
"Up your ass?" he managed to croak at last. The thought of some horny older man shoving his big ugly cock between Connie's pretty little ass-cheeks was almost too much to bear.
"You want to steady with a girl who lets middle-aged men fuck her up the ass?" she asked, not really expecting an answer. "Or who lets a guy fuck her tits and cum in her face? That's what he did to me next morning. And I loved it."
Her hand paused to rest on his cock. She examined it closely, watching as the piss-slit oozed out a fat pearl of pre-cum juice. She smeared it over the purple dome with her thumb, let some of it seep over her slender fingers. Then she began jerking him off all over again, sliding her fist up and down steadily.
"You want to hear more? You want to hear what I did the other day at that party you took me to?" she hissed.
Daryl knew she was going to tell him, whether he wanted to hear or not. He braced himself for what was to come. He knew it would be shocking. He wondered again if he'd spurt before she finished her obscene story.
"I let myself be gangbanged by three different men," she said, her voice steady. "Do you understand? Three different men, all at the same time. I had one cock up my cunt, one up my ass, and one in my mouth. All at the same time! Do you believe that?"
Daryl nodded helplessly. He really did believe her. He'd believe anything she told him at this point. He glanced nervously at his cock. He wouldn't last much longer, he knew. Any minute he'd be shooting his jizz. It would spurt as high as the roof of the car, he was sure.
"Not only that, but there was a fourth guy taking dirty photographs of the whole thing. Can you imagine? The girl you want to go steady with was photographed fucking and sucking three horny men at the same time. And afterwards they all came in my face. Even the photographer got so excited, he jerked off in my face too!"
Connie's voice was hoarse with strain, and now she too was staring at Daryl's cock, anxious that he should spurt soon. She gave her fist one last rest, and watched while gobs of pre-cum juice slid out over her fingers. Then she was jerking him down the final lap. Her fist was a blur on his prick.
"They all shot off their cum in my face. Can you picture that, Daryl?" she whispered breathlessly. "My face was covered in sperm. Drenched in it. I bet you couldn't even recognize me. Then, to wash me clean, you know what they did?"
Daryl tried to tell her that he didn't want to hear. He knew it would be too shocking, too dirty for words. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He gazed helplessly at his cock, then at Connie's lovely face. Then at his steaming cock again. His balls began to tremble.
"They got out this huge plastic sheet and spread it on the floor. Then they made me sit on it, all covered in sperm, while they stood around me, all four of them. Their cocks were still huge, even after cumming. The smallest one was ten inches long. The biggest was fourteen inches."
Daryl felt himself losing control. He had a crazy urge to stick his hands over his ears. Her fist jacked up and down without stopping. Her other hand squeezed his balls. Again his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. He listened to the end of her story in desperation.
"They held their cocks over me and started to piss." She went on raggedly. "Their cocks were just over my face, and one by one they started peeing. First one guy, then another. At one point I think all four guys were pissing on me at the same time."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Daryl moaned, finally finding his voice. His cock was all set to explode in her fist.
"They pissed on my legs and on my cunt and on my belly. Then they pissed all over my tits and neck. They absolutely drenched my face and hair."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Daryl groaned.
"I let them do as they liked. I didn't complain. I held back my head and let them piss all over my face, all four of them. I even opened my mouth and let them piss inside. I drank down their piss and let it splatter all over my face. And I enjoyed it! You know, I think I really loved it!"
Daryl howled out loud. And without hesitation Connie scrunched down onto the floor of the car and thrust her face next to his cock. She held her mouth open and his prick shot a huge streamer of sizzling cum inside. It shot into the back of her throat and wriggled to her belly, all but a fat trail of it that hung grossly off her lower lip.
"Fuck! Oh fuck!" Daryl roared. He raised his ass off the car seat and shoved his cock through the cradle of her fingers.
"They pissed in my face and all over me, four big, horny men!" she croaked, aiming his cock at her face. She closed her eyes and waited, pumping his prick crazily.
A jet of sperm smacked into her face, spattering in four different directions across her cheeks and nose and mouth. Another followed. And another. Till yet again Connie's pretty face was splattered and soiled with silver cum.
"They drenched my face in piss. And my hair! They gave me a piss shampoo!" she raved, still waving the cock like a wand in front of her face.
A white cum-jet shot across her nose and left eye. Yet another slashed up the center of her face and looped right between her eyes. It ended up hooked in a frond of her hair like a brooch, dripping gently onto her forehead.
"You really want to go steady with a girl who lets guys cum in her face and piss all over her, Daryl?" she groaned, sperm drooling from her mouth.
"Yes, goddammit! Yes!" he howled, cradling her semen-drenched face in his hands. "Goddammit, Connie, I'm crazy about you!"
He shot one more jet into her face. Connie reared back her head and smiled up at him through all the glistening jism. She might just give Daryl a chance, she thought. Maybe he wouldn't make a bad boyfriend after all. Maybe she could learn to like him a lot. He was her own age at least. He was crazy about her. She could teach him all she'd learned from Ron Crawford.
"Rub your cum into my face, Daryl," she urged, tilting her head up to him. "And if you still want me after all I've told you, well, you got me."