Chapter 4
Daryl didn't speak much on the drive back to town. He was obviously embarrassed over what had happened. Occasionally he glanced at Connie, as if he wanted to offer her some word. But he couldn't think of the proper thing to say. He continued driving, and she stared silently out the window.
When he pulled up in front of her house, he came right out and said he was sorry for having cum all over her. But she simply smiled at him and said it didn't really matter. She was quiet and thoughtful herself, as if she didn't even care to discuss the matter.
As a matter of fact, she was wondering if she had the guts to phone up Ron Crawford. The afternoon had left her horny and frustrated, and if anyone could satisfy her itch, it was Ron. She went up to her room and tried to think of some way of calling him without Phil or Marge Crawford finding out.
She'd just about given up, when she heard the phone ring downstairs, and suddenly her mother was calling up to her that Mr. Crawford was on the line. He wanted her for another babysitting job, apparently. Connie picked up the phone expecting to hear Phil Crawford's voice. But instead, to her amazement, it was Ron.
"You able to come babysit for a very big boy?" He laughed. "I have something sitting here in my lap that really needs taking care of."
Connie blushed. But right away she felt a deep, dirty thrill go through her. It was as if he'd been reading her thoughts. His timing was perfect. She began to squirm at the thought of seeing his big ugly cock again, at the thought of having it inside her one more time. She forgot her afternoon disappointment as her excitement grew.
She was especially thrilled because he wanted her to meet him at a large downtown hotel. She thought this was so that Phil and Mrs. Crawford would know nothing of their meeting. But it turned out there was another reason.
"They kicked me out," he explained. "When you left so strangely the other night, they put two and two together."
"What! You mean Mr. and Mrs. Crawford found out what we did together?" Connie couldn't believe it. She blushed again just at the thought.
"I guess so. They didn't say so in so many words, but I think they figured I'd done something to you. They asked me to leave, so I left."
"But that's terrible! My God! Phil÷I mean Mr. Crawford, must think I'm some kind of slut or something."
"Forget about Phil. Just come on down here and take care of Uncle Ron. I'm planning on staying in town a few extra days just for you, baby."
Connie couldn't help but feel flattered. And besides, she was horny. It bothered her that Mrs. Crawford, and especially Phil Crawford, should find out that she'd had sex with Ron. But right now she had more pressing problems. A long afternoon with Daryl had left her frustrated. What she needed was a little adult action.
And she really did feel adult, heading off downtown by herself, walking through the lobby of a big fancy hotel, taking a silent elevator up a dozen floors to Ron Crawford's room. It made her feel that she was a woman now, and not a little girl anymore.
She'd taken care to wear her sexiest, most grown-up dress. She'd tied up her pretty blonde hair along one side of her head. And she'd worn more make-up than ever before in her whole life. Her pouty mouth shone under a coat of bright-red gloss. Her eyes were painted an inky black below the lashes.
"Well, how's my sweet little cock-teaser?" Ron greeted her, waving her into his plush suite. As soon as he had the door closed, he was pressing her tight to him, his hands reaching down to squeeze her pert ass-cheeks. She could feel the huge bone of his cock along her belly.
"I guess you're glad to see me, huh?" She smiled, flushing a pretty shade of red. She let him take her coat and went over to the window to check out the fabulous view.
She wanted to ask about Mr. and Mrs. Crawford, to find out the details of what exactly had happened. But she was too excited to think very clearly. Sex was uppermost in her mind, not what other grown-ups thought of her. And when Ron summoned her over to the side of the bed she went without hesitation.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked shyly, her heart pounding. She glanced anxiously at the huge double bed, hoping that he planned to make love to her all night between its crisp sheets.
He smiled at her and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. "I'm going to teach you how to suck cock, Connie," he said matter-of-factly. "Have you ever sucked cock before? Have you ever had a huge prick buried in your sweet sucking mouth?"
Connie's head reeled. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to take his big cock into her mouth? She watched as her dress fell from her, and stepped out of it obligingly when he told her to. She stood in front of him in her bra and panties, her legs encased in stylish dark hose.
"These are stupid," he said, pointing to her hose. "From now on, whenever you come to see me I want you to wear a garter belt and stockings. Okay? And no panties. No bra either, for that matter. I'll buy you all new underwear for next time. I want you to look like a teen-aged whore when you come visit me."
Connie smiled uncomfortably. She wasn't even sure she knew what a garter belt was, but she was willing to find out, for his sake. She was pleased that he wanted to see more of her. It meant he found her sexy. She gazed at him fondly as he tugged her panties and hose to the floor and left her standing in nothing but her bra.
"Your pussy turned out real nice, didn't it?" He grinned. He was on his knees, staring at her hairless cunt. "Smooth as silk. Not a hair in sight. I did a better job than I thought."
He gave her cunt one soulful kiss, and she shuddered with pleasure. But then he was standing upright again, unhooking her bra, tossing it aside carelessly. Her luscious tits bobbled free and he cupped them lovingly. He kissed one nipple, then the other, then gripped her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye.
"On your knees for this next little exercise, Connie," he said, forcing her lower and lower in front of him. "I'm going to teach you all you need to know about sucking a man's cock."
Connie let herself to be lowered to her knees in front of him. And when she was settled, her lovely face was directly level with his bulging crotch. She stared ahead of her, waiting instructions. Her heart was pounding steadily with excitement. She was about to cross another threshold, she realized.
"Unzip me!" he ordered. "Pull down my pants. Let's get to know Uncle Ronnie's cock all over again."
Her fingers trembling, Connie did as she was told. His pants fell to the floor and he stepped from them. He opened his shirt and peeled it off as she glared at his bulging, straining shorts. She'd seen his cock before, of course, but from a few feet away. Now she was about to see it up close, and she couldn't wait. She took a deep breath.
"That's it. Pull down my shorts," he said, watching as she struggled to haul down his bulging briefs. She had quite a time disentangling them from around his cock.
Finally she had them down to the floor, and then she stared at his huge dangling prick with wide eyes. It was still soft, but it was much bigger than she remembered. It was as thick and long, in its present state, as Daryl's had been fully hard. And Ron wanted her to put it in her mouth and suck it!
"Kiss it. Use your tongue up along the shaft," he ordered, watching her closely. Even with her whorish make-up, he thought, she still looked so young and innocent and trusting.
Shyly, Connie planted her lips on the shaft of his cock in a soft kiss. It felt about how she expected it to feel, spongy but solid. She smiled to see the red imprint of her mouth in lipstick about midway up his prick. Then she watched as the heavy cock flexed slightly to the right.
"Lick it. Use your tongue all over it," he urged gently, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. The sight of her angel face between his legs was enough to drive him mad.
Sticking out her tongue, she began licking up one side of his prick, then down the other. She repeated the process, closing her lips onto the rounded shaft at several points. It took her quite some time. Even in its soft state, his cock was a good eight inches long.
"Nice. But a little harder. A little faster," he groaned. "Cover every inch of my cock with your tongue. Wet it up good. I want it to be shiny and dripping by the time you're through."
Connie gazed up at him with her big blue eyes, then did as she was told, moving her tongue rapidly over every part of his cock-shaft. In seconds it was wet and glistening, and she saw it suddenly shift to the left side of his crotch and begin angling its way slowly upward.
"It's growing! It's getting bigger and harder!" she announced, her eyes glued to the steadily inflating prick.
"Thanks to your sweet teenaged tongue," he hissed. "See how easy it is to get a grown man hard? Just use your pretty mouth."
Connie continued staring at his cock for some seconds, till it rose enough to point down at her left tit. The two great ugly blue veins in the shaft had begun to fill up and throb, she noticed. And without being told, she stuck out her tongue and began tracing each one with the tip, first up one, then down the other. They felt hard, like wire cables.
"I want you to lick my balls as well, sweetheart," he coaxed. "Lick them and take them in your mouth and suck them. Make Uncle Ronnie happy."
She finished tracing one blue vein deep into his pubic hair, then gamely grabbed hold of his cock and eased it up and out of the way. It felt like it weighed several pounds in her hand. She studied the huge dangling balls below and tried to decide how to proceed. They looked swollen and heavy, like round pebbles.
"Lick my balls!" he called out suddenly, his voice tense. He spread his thighs wide apart.
She poked one ball with the tip of her tongue and it rolled to one side. She chased it, finally trapping it in the crook of his thighs. And she began licking it hungrily, scraping her tongue everywhere on the monstrous globe. The skin of his ball sac was rough on her tongue. The short hairs were bristly and harsh.
"Yeah! Oh yeah!" he groaned. "All over. Lick your sweet teenaged tongue all over my balls."
Like the good girl she was, Connie obeyed, covering first one ball and then the other with long lazy licks. Finally she folded her lips completely over one swollen ball and began sucking. She looked like she had some huge hunk of candy in her mouth. Her cheek was swollen grossly. The skin of his nut sac stretched taut.
"Yeah. Suck my balls, baby," he crooned. "Suck my hot aching balls with your sweet teenaged mouth."
For the better part of five minutes, Connie worked low in his crotch, sucking his balls, licking them, bathing them in the sweet fluid of her mouth. She was vaguely aware the whole time of his cock growing in her hand, and she glanced nervously at it once in a while. She knew she was going to have to suck it soon.
"Easy now. Easy," he said suddenly, his voice hoarse. There was a tell-tale twinge of pleasure in his nuts that flashed a warning to him. The little bitch would have him spurting soon, and she hadn't even begun sucking cock yet.
She was leaning back on her haunches, gazing up at him with those big blue eyes of hers, all sweetness and innocence. One side of her face was obscured by the giant pole of his prick. He had a sudden urge to smack her face with his growing hard-on. Instead, before she could react, he grabbed his cock from her and began smearing the purple head all over her pretty features. He groaned deep in his throat.
"Mmmmmmm, Mr. Crawford!" she protested mildly, feeling his cock on her cheek, her nose, her forehead. "What are you÷mmmmm÷ doing?"
"Rubbing my cock into your sweet teenaged face," he announced frankly. And he poked his cock-head into one dark-shadowed eye socket and then the other. He smeared her make-up slightly.
God it felt good to rub his cock all over her face. He felt as though he was smearing her innocence, somehow. His cock-head had begun oozing pre-cum juice, and he watched as it smudged off onto her forehead and eyebrows. Finally he let his cock rest up along her cheek.
"Open your mouth," he instructed. "Now you're going to suck my cock."
Connie had her eyes and mouth closed against all the harsh rubbing of cock on her face. When she opened her eyes again, his purple cock-head was pushed against her soft red lips. She parted them slightly and the huge purple head forced its way inside. It sat throbbing on her tongue. Her lips closed automatically around the cock-flange.
"Use your tongue on the head. Lick it," he grunted. And he watched her twist her mouth around and try to lick the tip of his swollen prick. It was so big. Her lips were stretched taut already around the bloated cock-shaft.
She gazed up at him helplessly, and the sight of her big pleading eyes and her cock-stuffed mouth were just about too much. His balls churned. He shoved forward, forcing three, four, five inches of solid cock between her lips. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled. Her nostrils flared. She was looking up at him in near panic.
"Relax," he soothed. "You can take a whole lot of cock, I know. I won't hurt you. But I'm going to ram a whole hunk of cock-meat into your mouth. Breathe slowly."
His voice was easy, soothing, but Connie still gazed at him in panic. Her lips were stretched lewdly around his monstrous hard-on. His cock-head had bumped the roof of her mouth and edged toward and then into her throat. She was scared of gagging, of choking.
Suddenly he stopped, and she felt his fingers on her hollowed cheeks. He was holding her head gently, urging her to back up off the cock-shaft. Then almost at once he was pulling her back down onto it. Within seconds Connie had the idea. She moved her head in sequence with his hands, bobbing her lovely mouth up and down on his hard-on steadily.
"That's it. Up and down, up and down," he coaxed. "Just like I'm fucking your mouth. Pout your lips. Keep your teeth out of the way. Use your tongue on the shaft."
Connie set up a rhythm, and soon he could let go her head and leave her on her own. Her mouth slid up and down on him evenly, without missing a beat. And after a few moments she was sucking in more and more of his cock on the down stroke. Her fist came up to clutch the base of his prick and pump up and down. Her mouth twisted from side to side.
"I knew it. I knew you'd make a great little cock-sucker." He grinned, gazing down at her proudly. "Take it deep. Take my hard-on as deep as you can."
It wasn't easy, but by raising up high on her knees and angling her face just right, Connie could suck in over half his blazing hard-on now on every stroke. She was taking his cock deep into her throat. What's more, her panic had gone and she was beginning to enjoy herself. She felt more grown-up than ever, on her knees here naked in front of Mr. Crawford.
"Jesus, what a great little cock-sucker," he groaned. "Baby you're a natural."
He could feel the familiar tremors already in his balls and he knew he wouldn't last too long. A few minutes of this and he would be blowing his wad. He tried to think of other things, but it was impossible. He couldn't take his eyes off her angel face swollen out of shape over his huge prick.
"Suck it hard. Suck it deep," he encouraged. "You're doing great, just great."
Connie was pleased and flattered. She was glad that she could make a man of experience so happy with her very first try at cock-sucking. She tried to plunge her mouth even deeper onto his cock, tried to suck all of his prick into her gullet, but it wasn't possible. Her lips were stretched to the limit as it was.
Instead she squeezed the base of his cock even harder with one hand and with the other she reached up to cup his dangling balls. She heard him groan out loud. She felt his hand along one side of her head. Then his balls were flexing in her fingers, and his cock trembled in her clutching fist.
"Cumming! Cumming in your cock-sucking mouth!" he howled. He almost sounded as if he were in pain.
Connie stared up at him with her big blue eyes, not quite understanding, when suddenly his cock-head twitched on her tongue and her mouth was full to overflowing with thick, greasy fluid. She coughed, she gagged, and two thick streamers of cum flowed from the corners of her mouth. They poured down her chin and hung off her jaw in long elastic strings.
"Suck it all down! Eat my hot cum!" he yelled, glaring down at her. His cock twitched again between her lips.
Her cheeks swelled out as if they would burst. She had a comical, shocked look on her young angel face. She realized, finally, what was happening, but she didn't seem to know what to do about it. More sperm flowed thickly from her lips and hung off her face.
"Swallow it! Eat my cum!" he growled, offering her last-minute instructions. His legs trembled.
Connie swallowed. She gulped down what felt like a quart of steaming, hot cum. But no sooner had she done this than his cock flexed and her mouth was full again. Her lips sagged with the weight of sperm. A thick silver wall of jizz flowed down over her chin and went splattering across her tits. She rolled her eyes up to his face in panic.
Without thinking she reared back her head. And his twitching hard-on slipped from her mouth. Cum poured from her freed lips in torrents, splashing down onto her tits and belly and even as far as her thighs. Her mouth was warped out of shape under the enormous pressure of thick heavy jism.
"Eat it! Swallow my hot cum!" he yelled. But even as he spoke he watched his cock begin spurting into her face.
A thick twine of jizz shot up her face and sealed shut her left eye. It crossed her cheek and her forehead and got lost in her hair. A great slice of it hung from her eyelash. Tear trails of white sperm rolled down her face.
She held onto the cock and waved it blindly before her. Without thinking, she was jacking it up and down harshly. Another jet of cum spat out at her, zig-zagging across her cheek and nose before settling along her eyebrow. The tail end of the silver jet drooled down her other cheek.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" This was all Ron could say now. He watched the pretty teenager hose herself down with semen.
His prick flexed one more time, sending a final two-foot jet of cum soaring diagonally across Connie's face. She winced as the jet splashed into her clear eye and sealed it shut too. Sperm still poured from her mouth in torrents and hung off her face like thick elastic bands.
What a mess she was. Ron gazed down at her in disbelief. He'd never realized he came so powerfully. Cum was everywhere on her face. It was on her cheeks and forehead and nose. It was in her hair and hanging off her jaw. Her eyes were clogged with it and so was her mouth. She was still spitting it up grossly.
And when she finally let go his cock and squatted there on her knees blindly, he told her to stay put for a minute. He fumbled in his suitcase and brought out a camera. Then he took shot after shot of her soiled and splattered face, her drooling mouth, her dripping nipples. He wanted to remember this for a long, long time, he said.