Chapter 3
Ron Crawford left for the party eventually, and Connie had the rest of the evening to think over what had happened between them. It was hard for her to believe that she'd let him do such dirty things to her. She was not by nature a wild or daring girl. In fact she thought of herself as shy, and not very sexy.
Yet she'd stripped naked for him. She'd let him eat her pussy and shave off her pussy hair. She'd even let him fuck her and shoot his hot white cum deep inside her. What had come over her? He acted as though he wouldn't take no for an answer, but she could have refused to go any further at any point. If she'd really wanted to, that is.
But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to do sexy things to her. She actually begged him not to stop fucking her, she recalled with a blush. Feelings were aroused in her that she never knew existed. Was it all because he looked so much like his brother? Was it because she imagined it was Phil, and not Ron, that ate her pussy and fucked her silly?
Connie wasn't sure. She was confused. And when all three Crawfords returned from their party late that evening, she was so embarrassed she couldn't look any of them in the eye. She mumbled excuses and left the house in a hurry, refusing even to accept Phil's kind offer of a ride home. Ron winked at her as she rushed past him.
She didn't sleep very well. Her dreams were full of huge red cocks exploding inside her. But the next day was Sunday, and she had nothing to do but relax. When her friend Daryl dropped by in the afternoon and asked her to go for a ride, she accepted gratefully. A spin out of town would keep her mind occupied.
Or so she thought. The problem was, since her new experience she found herself looking at Daryl in a different light. He wasn't really a boyfriend. They hadn't even necked at this point. But he was a nice boy her own age, and she trusted him. For the first time she was very much aware that he was male, and he had a cock down there between his legs, just like Ron Crawford.
She found herself wondering what it was like. Would it be big and thick and ugly, like Ron's? Or would it be small and pink and boyish? She felt a great curiosity about it. She couldn't help it. And as soon as she could, she steered the conversation around to sex.
"Have you made it with very many girls, Daryl?" she yelled at him over the throb of his souped-up engine. The question was out before she had time to think twice about it.
The car swerved slightly to the shoulder of the road and spit up gravel as Daryl turned to look at her. He actually blushed, and Connie smiled at him warmly in encouragement. She found it really nice that a boy could actually blush over a question about sex. She liked him all the better for it.
"Jesus Christ, Connie, what a question. I haven't really made it with anyone. At least not properly."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, last month I was out with Carol Seaton. And she, you know, jerked me off. That was all."
"Really? You mean she pulled on your thing? You let her do that?" There was a playful light in Connie's eyes.
"Sure." He turned to glance at her again. He wondered why she was asking about this stuff all of a sudden.
"Did you cum? Did you, you know, shoot your stuff?"
Again the car swerved, and Connie laughed out loud at his confusion. She suggested he pull over somewhere, before he got them both killed. This was interesting stuff, she added, and she really wanted to discuss it. Within two minutes they were parked in a deserted lane under some trees. She turned in her seat to face him.
"Tell me what she did, exactly. Show me!" She smiled. "I want to learn all about this stuff. I've put it off too long already."
Daryl stared at her as if he couldn't believe his good luck. Connie was the prettiest girl in school and for weeks he'd wanted something like this to happen. In fact she was so pretty he was a bit scared of her, and he hadn't had the nerve to make any kind of pass at her. Now everything seemed to be falling into place. It was amazing.
"Well, Carol's kind of a pushy girl. And one night she just put her hand in my crotch."
"Like this?" Connie asked. She reached over and cupped the bulge of his crotch in her fingers. It was a fairly solid mound, and she could feel the warmth of it through his jeans.
"Y-yes." Daryl gulped, his heart thumping. "And she kind of squeezed it and moved her hand around."
Connie did just that, and soon she could make out the bulge of his balls, and the curving rod of his cock as it arced up over his belly. She couldn't be sure, but she sensed that his prick was growing, thickening inside his pants. It felt more and more solid and bulky.
"Then what?" she asked, glancing into his face. Her hand went on fondling his crotch.
"She, um, unzipped me and opened up my pants," he whispered, his voice tense. He felt almost as if he were dreaming. This couldn't really be happening.
Her fingers stopped squeezing his crotch, and suddenly she was using both hands to unsnap his jeans and pull down his fly. He raised his ass obligingly, and she tugged down both his pants and his shorts together. His cock, freed from his clothes, rolled heavily across his lower belly.
"Daryl, it's so big! It's so thick and long!" she murmured, forcing his pants and shorts down to his knees. She curled her fingers around the swelling prick and held it upright. She squeezed his cock gently.
"Thanks," he hissed, biting his bottom lip. Her fingers were so slender and cool on his cock. She was squeezing his prick with just the right amount of pressure.
His cock wasn't as big as Ron Crawford's, Connie thought, but once it was fully erect it might measure a good eight inches. The cock-head was covered completely by a puckered fold of skin, she noticed, and this fascinated her. She was amazed that two cocks could look so different.
"What did she do next? How did she jerk you off?" she asked. She couldn't take her eyes off his throbbing cock. It was growing in her fist. She could feel it.
"Nnnnnnn, she pumped it up and down in her hand, real gently," he croaked, staring at her clutching fist. "And with her other hand she played with my balls."
Connie squeezed his prick a little tighter, and ran her hand up toward the swollen tip. All the loose puckered skin bunched up over the head in a wrinkled mouth. Then she slid her hand downward and the skin stretched and peeled slowly off the cock-head.
She watched, fascinated, as the purple mushroom-head appeared a bit at a time, until the foreskin rolled down all the way and was smoothed out along the upper cock-shaft. She was amazed at how easily the outer skin slid over the solid inner shaft of the prick.
"It's beautiful," she murmured. "It's so big and thick and nice. I love it."
And she meant it. She began sliding her hand up and down slowly, watching closely as the foreskin bunched up and peeled down over the head again and again. The cock was growing huge in her fist.
"And the balls," he reminded her. "Don't forget to play with the balls."
Connie smiled and brought her free hand over to cup his hairy ball sac. She ran her fingers lightly over the nuts, trying to judge their size and weight. They were like eggs in a velvet pouch, rolling this way and that at her touch. The skin of the sac stretched and then loosened as they moved.
"Oh Connie, that feels so nice," he moaned softly. "You're way better than Carol Seaton. You really know how to handle a cock."
Connie blushed, but she was pleased all the same. She moved her fist a little more quickly on his pulsing cock, trying to keep her tugs smooth and steady. It grew to six, seven, and finally eight inches in length. The foreskin no longer covered the purple head on the upstroke.
"What else did Carol do?" she asked, tickling his balls lightly with her fingertips. "Did she do anything else special for you?"
"Well, she did let me play with her tits," he admitted. "She took off her bra and let me feel them up."
He hardly dared hope that Connie would go this far for him. He knew that her big tits would put Carol Seaton's to shame. But suddenly she stopped jerking his cock in mid-stroke. And while she gave her wrist a short rest, she thrust out her chest at him and grinned.
"Go ahead. Open up my blouse. You can play with my tits if you want to." She smiled. "I'd like you to, Daryl. Go ahead."
Daryl didn't hesitate. With fumbling fingers he undid all the buttons on the front of her blouse. Then he opened it up wide and stared in wonder at the tightly packed cups of her pale-blue bra. Her tits were oozing out of the harness as if they were about to explode.
"The clasp is down in front. Go ahead and open it," she encouraged. She began slowly jerking his cock up and down again in her fist.
The clasp was tricky, but Daryl managed to unsnap it eventually, and Connie's lush tits tumbled free. She heard him gasp out loud at the sight of them, and she smiled. Obviously he was just as impressed as Ron Crawford. He stared at them with wide eyes.
"Go ahead and play with them. Do whatever you like." She grinned. She leaned forward slightly so that the full, heavy tits rolled toward him.
Daryl was speechless. He brought up both hands and cupped them to the side of each tit. He squeezed gently, and then pressed the tit-mounds together. He ran his thumbs over both stubby nipples, and at once the hard teats began to grow, to telescope up off their puffy red rings of flesh.
He groaned, and began running his fingers everywhere on the lush tit-globes. He rolled them around on her chest and hefted them, feeling their solid weight in his hands. The nipples, so easily aroused, jutted up high off her areolas.
"Squeeze them! Yes, play with them!" she urged, leaning her upper body even further toward him. "Tweak the nipples like that. Yes, oh yes!"
Her fist was really moving on his cock now. It pumped up and down so fast at times that it was no more than a blur. The fingers of her other hand ran everywhere on his balls, touching and teasing and driving him crazy. The nuts seemed to be getting hotter at her touch.
"Do you want to suck them?" she gasped, her nipples tingling. "Do you want to kiss them and suck them? Go ahead. Suck my tits. I want you to!"
There was a groan from somewhere deep in Daryl's throat. And suddenly he was burying his face deep in her cleavage, pressing her tits harshly to each side of his face. He was licking her, scraping his tongue up the sides of her tits. Her skin was soon wet and shiny.
"Yes! Kiss them like that! Suck them!" she panted, her fist tugging on his prick like it was a lifeline. She sank lower in her seat and her tits wobbled on her chest.
Daryl licked his way up the slopes of both her tits, covering every inch of firm flesh. Finally only the nipples were untouched, and he sank his mouth down over one roughly. He began sucking like a hungry child, tugging on the hard stub with his lips and tongue. Connie started to moan softly.
"Daryl, do you want to see my pussy?" she asked suddenly. "I bet Carol Seaton didn't let you see hers, did she? Would you like to see mine, and to touch it?"
Up to now, Daryl thought that sucking Connie's tits was as close to heaven as he was going to get for a while. That, and having her jerk him off at the same time. Now here she was offering him something beyond his wildest dreams. And she was right, it was something Carol Seaton hadn't offered him.
"Really? You'd let me do that?" he gasped, spitting out her erect nipple. He stared into her face as if he didn't really believe her.
"Open up my jeans. Pull them down," she urged. Again her hand paused in its pumping of his blazing cock. The reddened shaft was damn near steaming. She lifted her ass off the car seat and thrust her crotch out at him lewdly.
In one quick movement he unsnapped her jeans and opened her fly. Then he peeled down her pants to her knees, just as she'd done with him earlier. He could see her brown slender thighs, and her flat brown belly. In between was the brief triangle of her lace panties.
"The panties too! Pull down my panties!" she croaked, her back still arched, her ass raised high off the car seat. There was real excitement in her voice.
Daryl hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties. Then he was tugging down, and the pale triangle of her bare pussy mound was visible. Already her pussylips had cracked open slightly. He could see a hint of bright, pink skin winking at him from inside.
"Connie, your pussy's all bare! You've shaved your pussy hair!" he cried, unable to take his eyes off the pale patch of skin between her legs.
"I know. Never mind," she groaned. "Pull my panties down all the way. Touch my cunt."
He stared down in amazement at the hairless mound of her crotch, leaving her panties stretched like a taut rope between her knees. Finally he shoved them, along with her jeans, all the way down around her ankles. He slid his hands up the insides of her smooth thighs.
"Touch it, Daryl. Touch my pretty pussy," she breathed. "I want you to touch me so bad."
Daryl leaned over and ran his fingers over her bald pussy. Then he touched the wet pulpy slabs of her cuntlips and a tingle went through her. She was already moist and oily. Her cunt was oozing slime just for him.
"Yes! Oh yes!" she moaned, as he slipped a finger inside her. And without thinking she began pumping his cock again, jacking it up and down in her fist.
He poked a single finger around in her oily cunt for a moment or two, then slipped a second finger inside her. More and more slick juice poured down from deep up her cunt. It soiled his fingers and formed a small pool in his hand. She spread her legs wider and gazed up at him from under droopy eyelids.
"It feels so good, to do all this dirty stuff, doesn't it?" She smiled. "Maybe we should have started long ago."
She gave his cock an extra squeeze and increased the tempo of her jerking fist. And Daryl stared at her, still scarcely believing this was happening to him. It still seemed like some wild wet-dream he was having. He expected to wake up any second.
Connie was practically lying across the car seat. Her blouse was open wide, and the cups of her bra flopped uselessly to each side of her chest. Her huge tits, still wet from all his sucking, lolled apart like lush melons, their nipples jutting hard to the roof. Her golden brown belly hollowed as she squirmed about.
He loved the way her legs were spread wide for him, her panties and jeans twisted crazily around her ankles. And when he looked between her legs, he was amazed how her rubbery cuntlips had warped around his probing fingers. For the first time he felt a numbness in his balls as her fingers scraped over them.
"Did you fuck Carol Seaton?" she mumbled, trying to control the excitement in her voice.
"No," he croaked. "I never."
She grinned wickedly. "Would you like to fuck me, Daryl?"
He groaned by way of answer. And quickly he withdrew his fingers from her cunt, in preparation for what he was sure now would follow. The sensations in his balls increased, and he wished that she'd stop jerking on his cock for just a minute. He needed to change position for fucking.
"Shove it in me, Daryl. Shove your big cock up my tight pussy," she moaned. She stared into his face with a lewd and sexy smile.
But she kept tugging on his cock frantically, and her other hand continued fondling his balls. And Daryl knew, even as he heaved over to climb on top of her, that it was all over. He wouldn't get a chance to get his cock inside her. It was too late. Her hand on his cock was too tight, too expert. He was cumming.
She seemed to sense the change in him at the last second. She glanced nervously into his face, then even more anxiously at his cock. He was poised over her now, his knees between hers on the car seat, his cock a foot and a half above her. She stopped jerking on it suddenly, stared at the purple head in anticipation.
He gave a great groan, rammed his cock forward through the cradle of her fingers. And it shot out a cable of cum two feet long that seemed to hang frozen in the air for seconds. Then there was a loud splatter as the huge jet of spunk fell across her belly, her rib cage, her left tit. It sounded like milk being spilled on the floor.
"No! You can't cum yet!" Connie cried hopelessly. "It's too soon! You can't!"
But even as she spoke another huge jet of jizz spurted free and went bouncing across her belly, filling her navel. The sperm shone a bright silver on her brown skin. It poured down her flanks in three or four separate little streams.
She was pulling his cock down, aiming it toward her cunt. And they both watched as one, two, three jets of cum shot directly onto her shaved pubic patch. The pale triangle was suddenly awash with thick, heavy jizz.
"No! You can't! You can't!" she repeated hopelessly, still tugging on his prick.
She got the cock lined up with her cunt finally, but by this time it was spurting its last dregs. Daryl humped his hips back and forth, driving his prick over her cunt patch and lower belly. But neither one of them tried to put it inside her now. They both watched quietly, as silver spunk dribbled all over Connie's belly and pussy. The silver goo flowed steadily onto her wide-open cuntlips.