Chapter 5
Ron wanted her to stay the night in his hotel suite. There were lots of dirty things he wanted to do to her, he said, and they would take time. But Connie refused. She wanted to be alone for a while, to think about things, she said. She promised to stay overnight with him soon, in a day or so.
She got him to fuck her before she left, though. Almost as soon as
she'd wiped his cum from her face, he was on top of her, plowing his cock deep inside her on the big bed. And so finally the itch between her legs was satisfied. But then almost immediately she began thinking over what he'd told her earlier.
It really bothered her that his brother Phil had found out about the two of them. She'd liked Phil Crawford for so long. She'd really had quite a crush on him. Now he knew she'd done dirty things with Ron. How embarrassing. Did he think of her as some kind of neighborhood slut now, or what?
She wanted to find out. She had to know for sure. Maybe she could explain what had happened, somehow. It might not seem so bad, if she told him herself. She couldn't say that Ron forced her, or anything. But he had taken advantage of her, in a way.
Late the next afternoon she strolled over to the Crawford house without any clear plan in mind. The last thing she wanted was to run into his bitchy wife Marge, of course, and so she stopped half a block away and tried to figure out how best to approach him. After ten minutes she was about to turn around and go home. That's when she saw Mrs. Crawford climb into her car and drive away.
She watched the car disappear down the avenue, scarcely believing her good luck. Then, without hesitation, she strode up to the front door and rang the bell. Her heart was pounding. She didn't know if he'd be polite to her or tell her to get the fuck off his property. He took ages to answer her ring.
When he did, it was just as it had been when Ron opened the door for her two days earlier. Phil stood there, kind of stunned, and stared at her bulging tits as if he were seeing them for the very first time. She was struck again by how much alike the two men looked.
And this time she wasn't the least bit embarrassed that her T-shirt was too tight, or that her tits swelled out its front like melons. She was glad that she'd left off her bra, and her nipples were jutting out obscenely. She had his undivided attention. He was speechless.
"Mr, Crawford, I think there's something I should explain to you," she said. "It's about me and your brother Ron."
He immediately awoke from his daze and looked her in the eye for the first time. A flush rose to his face and he appeared about to say something. Instead, he glanced up and down the street quickly, then hauled her in the door. He led her down the hall to his den and shut the door behind them.
"So, you've come to explain, have you?" he said, seating himself in a swivel chair. "And what exactly is there to explain?"
Connie stood there in front of him, wondering how to begin. There was something in the tone of his voice which was meant to scare her, she realized. He was acting like an angry parent or teacher who had a naughty child on his hands. But now she wasn't scared. Not at all. She was really much more confident than she'd been a few days before.
"I fucked your brother Ron. You knew that, didn't you?"
She didn't mean it to come out so harshly, but she couldn't help herself. There was something about his attitude that irritated her. At first she meant to be polite and shy about the whole affair, but now she wanted to shock him. What other way was there to say it, anyhow?
"I÷we÷gathered as much, yes," he mumbled. "That's why we asked him to leave. We can't have that sort of thing going on under our roof."
Connie almost laughed out loud. He sounded like such a prude. And suddenly she had an urge to shock him even more. She'd come here wanting to justify herself to someone she had a childish crush on. But now that didn't seem important. She felt very adult and wicked.
"Don't be too hard on the guy. After all, could you resist these?" She grinned. And quickly she shoved her T-shirt up over her tits, exposing them completely. She cupped them in her hands and offered them up for his inspection.
"Young lady," he gasped, trying his best to sound stern. He began to get up from his chair but sank back down into it as she approached him.
"See how big they are? How firm and young and pretty?" she teased. "Wouldn't you just love to play with them? Wouldn't you just love to suck them?"
Phil Crawford was stunned. He sat there helplessly in his chair and gazed at her gorgeous young tits. His mouth opened and closed stupidly. She stood right in front of him. If he reached out he could touch the swollen tits.
"Can you blame your brother for fucking the babysitter? Aren't these tits enough to drive any guy crazy?"
Connie was having fun. She had Phil Crawford in a state of shock. Given a choice, this wasn't the way she would have acted with him. But he was treating her like some kind of slut. If that's what he thought of her, why not give him a taste of some real sluttish behavior?
"And my sweet teenaged cunt," she continued. "Isn't the sight of it enough to make you blow your wad?"
To his amazement she was raising her short skirt above her crotch. He caught a glimpse of a pair of lacy, white panties, and then she was pulling them down, hauling them off altogether. She held the panties in one hand and lifted her skirt with the other. He stared in stunned silence at the hairless triangle of her pussy.
"See what your naughty brother did? He shaved all the pretty blonde hair off my pussy. He said he wanted it nice and smooth when he fucked me. Wasn't that naughty?"
She stood in front of him with her legs spread wide, her skirt around her waist, her T-shirt rolled up above her tits. The rubbery inner mouth of her cunt had forced its way down and out between the wide outer pussy-slabs. It hung there between her legs like some exotic plant ready to open at a touch.
"Touch it. See how it feels," she urged, grabbing hold of his hand. "And my titties too. Feel how hard and long my nipples are getting."
She placed one of his hands on her swelling tit and the other on her oozing cunt. And he didn't resist. He was way beyond resisting. He sat there quite passively, with a dumb stare on his face, and let her do as she liked. He was helpless.
"There. Doesn't it feel nice without hair?" she teased. "And doesn't my nipple feel hot and hard?"
His fingers were on her pulpy pussylips and he moved them about slowly, exploring. Her pussy responded right away, expanding, blooming at his touch. In seconds her cuntlips were swollen grossly and gaping wide. A warm trickle of pussy-juice flowed down and soiled his hand.
"Oooooh, that feels so nice. I like it," she cooed, squirming on top of his hand. "Stick your fingers inside me. Finger-fuck me."
He did exactly what she said, poking one, and then two fingers in between the fat greasy lips of her cunt. A quiver went through her, and she began bouncing up and down, impaling herself on his fingers again and again. She shoved a swollen tit onto his face and his mouth closed over a nipple automatically. He began to suck eagerly.
"Do you have as big a cock as Ron?" she inquired sweetly, fumbling with his belt. "Mind if I take a look? I'm curious."
He was in no position to say no. And in seconds she had his slacks open and his shorts pulled down off his crotch. She grabbed hold of his half-erect cock and began tugging on it expertly. It stiffened and grew quickly in her pumping fist.
"Wow, it may even be bigger than Ron's!" she admitted, watching his prick grow to eight, nine, ten inches in her hand. "Do you all have horse-cocks in your family?"
He made a muffled sound against her tit, as if he were protesting her impudence. But he didn't stop sucking her nipple, And his fingers didn't leave her oozing, swollen pussy. Her free hand had scooped deep under his balls and was squeezing them knowingly. His cock grew huge in her steady fist,
"Would you mind if I sat on your cock, just to see how it feels?" she teased. "I want to know if it feels as good as Ron's did inside me."
He groaned hopelessly, as if he were being tortured. But he didn't resist as she lifted up off his fingers and clambered over him, her legs spread wide. She stopped jerking on his cock and held it upright between her thighs. It jutted up eleven inches from his crotch now, an angry red spike ready to split her in half. She stared down at it eagerly.
She was squatting over him, her legs spread over his thighs. And she carefully stuffed the purple head of his cock between the gaping lips of her pussy. Then she sank down slowly on top of him, letting her weight do all the work. Her rubbery cunt folded itself down over his cock steadily, an inch at a time. She didn't stop till she felt his pubic hair on her hairless cunt patch, and she knew his prick was in her all the way.
"Oooooh yes! It feels so nice! Just like Ron's!" she cooed. And she gave off a deep, satisfied sigh.
She sat in his lap like that for several seconds, his prick buried to the balls up her cunt. Her playful blue eyes stared into his face. His cock felt like the top half of a baseball bat rammed up her cunt and she was content for the moment to let her body adjust to it. She draped her arms over his shoulders and heaved her lush tits toward him.
"How does it feel for you?" she teased. "Does it feel nice to have your cock stuck up the cunt of your cute teenaged babysitter?"
"This is madness," he moaned softly. "This can't be happening."
She laughed and began to bounce up and down on top of him, sticking herself again and again on the granite column of his prick. Her tits mashed on either side of his face as she moved, and the nipples scratched his cheeks. He held himself rigid in his chair as if he were scared they'd both tumble to the floor.
"I love to fuck. I love it so much," she groaned, increasing her tempo slightly. "And your brother taught me how. I owe it all to him."
Again Phil Crawford groaned. His cock felt like it was being peeled inside her tight, sucking cunt. God, what a sexy little bitch she was, he thought. She was all lush tits and tiny waist and curving hips. And she had the face and hair of an angel, to top it all off. It was enough to drive a guy mad. And she was so young. So young.
"Ron taught me to suck, too," Connie added, as if determined to drive him nuts. "He taught me how to suck his big thick cock and to lick and suck his big hairy balls. What do you think of that?"
He croaked something, but she couldn't be sure what it was. He was gripping her around her tiny waist, holding on for dear life. His cock seemed to be getting even bigger up her cunt. She mashed her tits more harshly into his face and damn near poked his eye out with a three-quarter-inch nipple. She bounced up and down on him even faster.
"I took most of his cock into my throat," she said proudly, her voice rasping with effort. "And you know what your naughty brother did? He came in my mouth."
"Ohhhnnn," Phil moaned hopelessly into her tit.
"Yes. He shot his naughty white cum into my mouth and made me swallow it. Then he spurted the rest all over my pretty face. What do you think of that? I had sperm everywhere on my face."
There was a deep, choking cry against her tit. And suddenly Phil Crawford was no longer rigid and passive. He began lunging his ass up off the chair, knifing his cock deep into Connie's wet cunt-hole. He moved almost as if he wanted to hurt her, as if he wanted to split her in half with his hard-on. His face was grim and tense and very red. His mouth sagged open loosely.
"Hot teenaged cock-teaser," he growled helplessly. "Horny, cock-sucking little bitch!"
Connie felt a thrill go through her. She wasn't hurt by his words. She was excited. Somehow it added to the sexiness of the situation, to be called dirty names. Her cunt began to quiver, and the sweet familiar feelings of her climax began between her legs. She clung to him and met him thrust for thrust. She wondered which one of them would cum first.
"I love fucking! I love sucking! I love to take cum everywhere!" she bleated. "Up my cunt and in my mouth and in my face! Do it to me! Shoot your hot jizz up my cunt!"
He rammed his cock upward again and again, burying it each time in her sweet hairless cunt. His prick was huge, over twelve inches long, yet she was taking it like an experienced whore. There was no resistance. Only a sweet teenaged cunt-massage from his cock-tip to his balls. The crazy little bitch was amazing. She was like some life-size fuck-doll.
"Fuck me, Phil! Fuck me hard!" she begged. "Bury your cock up my cunt and spurt me full of hot cum!"
His balls began to tremble. He felt himself lose control. And suddenly great gushing wads of spunk were shooting up Connie's pussy. He was blasting cum deep up her cunt, in great creamy globs. He was spraying her insides with jizz. And he cried out helplessly as his balls emptied.
"Cock-sucking slut! Horny, cock-teasing bitch!" he howled.
"Yes! Call me names! Call me dirty, dirty names!" she pleaded. "Shoot it deep! Fill my hot cunt with hot, sticky cum!"
She sensed his cock spurting, again and again, in her cunt. And she knew from the warm sticky feel of her pussylips that he was shooting off quarts. The sound of their fucking grew wetter, more gross, as his cum poured down from her cunt and clung to his cock. It was being squished and smeared about everywhere between their legs.
"So much cum! So much hot cum!" she bleated, still riding him crazily. "Empty your balls! Empty your balls up my cunt!"
He shuddered beneath her. His cock jerked. And wad after wad of spunk fired off inside her. She was full of it, full to bursting with steaming hot cock-cream. But still he couldn't stop cumming. Minutes seemed to go by, hours, before he quit spurting and came to rest in his chair. It wasn't till a long time after this, that Connie finally settled down on top of him.
"So much cum! So much steaming hot cum inside me!" she muttered tiredly.