Chapter 8
Late the next afternoon Daryl came by Connie's house and asked if she wanted to go for another ride with him. He hadn't seen her since their cramped session in the front seat of his car. And from the look on his face it was obvious he wanted to make up for what had happened. He seemed determined to be in control of himself this time around.
Connie smiled at him pleasantly. Poor Daryl. He was a nice guy, but he couldn't hope to compete with Ron Crawford. Daryl was just a boy, really. He wasn't a man of experience like Ron. He could never teach her dirty, kinky sex tricks and make her shudder with excitement. He was nice to have as a friend, but that was it.
Besides, she had one final date with Ron before he left town. She couldn't break it to go for car rides with Daryl. Ron had promised a special going-away party at a friend's studio. She was to be the guest of honor, he said. His last-minute instructions had been to wear the special outfit he'd bought for her.
Daryl tried to hide his disappointment and jealousy. He even offered to drive Connie to the studio party, wherever it was. Connie hesitated. She didn't want Daryl discovering what was going on between her and Ron. But at the last moment she accepted his offer. He seemed so eager to please her, no matter what the circumstances.
"I won't be able to invite you up to the party," she said, after she'd changed and was climbing into the car beside him. "It's kind of, you know, private. I was told to come alone."
"That's okay," he said. "I'm not dressed for it anyway."
He glanced meaningfully at Connie's low-cut dress. The rich creamy swells of her tits were almost totally exposed. Through the slit in the side he could see a long length of black nylon stocking and then the pale strip of her upper thigh. She looked like a teenaged hooker.
They drove along for some time in silence, with Connie occasionally glancing at a slip of paper with instructions on how to get to the studio. She told Daryl when to turn left or right, but otherwise she didn't speak. She wasn't really thinking about Daryl at all. She was wondering what excitement the coming evening had in store for her.
"Connie, who is this guy?" Daryl asked finally, breaking the silence. "I mean, I know it's none of my business and all, but I was wondering."
"You're right. It's none of your business," Connie said coldly. She had no intention of letting Daryl know she was fucking a man thirty years older than she was.
Eventually they pulled up in front of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Daryl didn't want to let her go in alone. They were in one of the seedier parts of town, after all. But after making sure the address was correct, Connie said she'd be okay. She made him promise to leave after she was inside, and not to follow her. Reluctantly, he agreed.
Connie entered the building and climbed to the second floor, as Ron had instructed her. She tapped on a door and waited, wondering if she should have let Daryl come with her after all. This certainly didn't look like the kind of place for a party.
But then the door opened and Ron was grinning at her, urging her inside. He glanced approvingly at her dress, then led her down to one corner of the large open room. One wall consisted of a huge skylight window that ran almost to the floor. Beneath it was a wide bed with a bright, red coverlet.
"Let me introduce you to my friends." Ron smiled, gesturing to three men who stood in front of the bed. "This is Calvin, and Tony, and Jerry. Jerry is going to be taking some photographs of you."
The first two men were huge and muscular. They were obviously body-builders very much aware of their good looks. The third man, Jerry, was older. He had one camera around his neck, two more on a table next to him. Yet another camera sat on a tripod facing the bed.
Connie gazed at them all, not quite understanding. Was this the party Ron had spoken of? Herself and four men? Why was there so little furniture in the studio other than the huge bed? And why were Calvin and Tony, the muscle-boys, dressed in bathrobes? She glanced at Ron in confusion.
"Relax," he soothed. "This is a little going-away celebration for me. I wanted some special photographs of you to take home with me. For long winter evenings, you understand. Jerry kindly consented to take them."
Jerry didn't look like the type of guy to do anything kindly. And in fact at that moment he gestured Ron over for a word in private. He was grim-faced, and his voice was harsh as he talked into Ron's ear. Connie caught the odd word or two as she glanced nervously from Jerry to Ron and then to the two muscle-boys in the corner.
"How old is she?" Jerry said, staring over Ron's shoulder at her.
"Never mind. Just take the pictures," Ron replied.
"You sure they'll never see the light of day?"
"They're for my own private collection, Jerry. What's the matter, aren't I paying you enough?"
Jerry grunted softly and came over to talk to Connie. He tried to muster a smile, and then instructed her to redo her make-up. He wanted her mouth to be redder and wetter, he said, and her eyes to be painted much darker. He gave her lush tits a look of deep approval and then went to wait at the foot of the bed.
"You're not nervous, are you?" Ron asked, watching her apply the gobs of make-up. "There's no need to be."
"Mr. Crawford, I'm not sure about this," Connie whispered. "If you want dirty pictures of me, why not take them yourself? I'd let you. And what are those other two guys doing here? Am I supposed to undress in front of them?"
"Just relax and do as Jerry tells you," he soothed. "He's a pro. I wanted nothing but the best. Don't worry about Calvin and Tony. They'll make you feel right at home."
Connie wasn't at all sure about that, but she had no time to worry about it. Suddenly Jerry was standing her in front of the bed and taking shots of her with the tripod camera. She gazed into the lens self-consciously, feeling silly and embarrassed. She tried to forget that the two handsome muscle-men, who hadn't yet said a word to her, were looking on.
"Let the strap of your dress fall off your shoulder. Show us some tit," Jerry instructed, crouching behind his camera. "Sit on the bed. Show us your leg through the slit in the dress."
Blushing with embarrassment, Connie did as she was told. Her left tit wobbled into view as the dress slipped down. One slender leg showed lewdly as she pulled the slit of her dress apart. The black stocking ended high on her thigh, and then the strip of her elastic garter snaked out of sight under the fabric.
"Very nice. I like the stockings and garter belt. That's a nice sluttish touch," Jerry grunted. "Now lift your dress up. Show us what you've got between those pretty legs of yours."
Connie raised the dress slowly, showing more and more of her slender legs encased in the black nylon stockings. Her garters came into view, stretched taut to the stocking tops along her pale thighs. She lifted the dress high enough for them to see her garter belt, then pulled it off over her head. Her blonde hair fluffed out prettily.
"Beautiful tits," Jerry commented quietly, his camera clicking. "They must be at least thirty-eights, am I right?"
"Mmmmm, yes," Connie muttered proudly. She cupped her tits in her hands and held them up to the camera.
The two muscle-boys glanced at each other and moved in for a closer look. Ron gazed on proudly. She seemed to be relaxing very quickly, he thought. And why shouldn't she, with a body like hers? He felt a stirring in his cock as he stared at her lush tits with their puffy, perfectly formed areolas and nipples.
"Jesus Christ, little girl, what happened to your cunt hair?" Jerry hissed, noticing her bare pussy for the first time. "Ron, you kinky bastard, did you do this to her? Did you shave off all her pussy hair?"
Ron grinned like a naughty schoolboy and didn't say a word. He watched Connie intently, amazed at how natural she looked on the bed, naked now but for her black garter belt and stockings. She looked like a model in one of those lush erotic layouts he'd seen in mens' magazines. Except of course that she was so very, very young.
"Okay, roll about on the bed. Show us how sexy you can look," Jerry instructed, picking up a camera from the table and approaching the bed. "Get on your hands and knees. Play with yourself."
Without hesitation now, Connie did as she was told. And without further coaching, she spread her legs wide and raised her pretty ass into the air. Her black garters stretched taut down her thighs, and in between them the hairless gash of her cunt split wide. Her rubbery cunt-mouth was sticking out into the open, already hungry for cock. Just above it was the puckered ring of her asshole.
Her hand snaked under her and her fingers pried apart her pulpy cuntlips. She dipped one finger inside herself and diddled it about. She was a little surprised to discover she was growing wet already. Oily warm cunt-slime was oozing down onto her fingers. Her clit was erect and eager.
"Beautiful. Perfect. This little slut's a natural, Ron," Jerry said. He was kneeling behind Connie now, snapping pictures like crazy. He poked his camera to within inches of her gaping wet cunt.
Next he had her lie on her back with her legs split wide. Again, without being instructed, she pulled her pussylips apart and let him photograph all the glistening pink skin inside. For a minute she thought he would shove his lens inside her, he was so close. She glanced at his crotch, to see if he was getting excited. For the moment she'd forgotten all about the other men in the room.
"Fuck, you're a hot one, aren't you?" Jerry grinned. "Here, stick this inside you. You look like you need it."
He'd produced a giant dildo from somewhere, a huge, fake plastic cock nearly a foot long. Connie took hold of it, stared at it for a second, then stuck it down between her legs. She forced three, four, five inches of it between her cuntlips. Then six, seven, eight inches. Soon all but the base had disappeared up her pussy.
"Beautiful. Fucking perfect," Jerry praised, recording the obscene penetration on film. "Now this one up your ass."
Connie hesitated only a second, then took hold of the second dildo he handed her. She raised her ass, began corkscrewing the fake cock about between her ass-cheeks. It wouldn't go at first, and she was forced to roll on her hands and knees again, the first dildo still jutting from her cunt. Now the second one slid more easily into her asshole.
Ron and the two muscle-boys were close to the bed now, unable to take their eyes off Connie. There were large bulges forming at the front of both Calvin's and Tony's bathrobes. Calvin slipped a hand inside his and began squeezing and pulling on his cock.
"A natural. A fucking natural," Jerry muttered. He was aiming his camera down, catching for all time the weird double penetration of Connie's cunt and asshole. She had inserted both dildos to the hilt now, and she forced her ass into the air proudly for all to see.
"When are we gonna fuck her?" Calvin asked suddenly. "I'm getting real hard watching this."
Jerry took several more pictures. He seemed fascinated with the two dildos jutting up from Connie's crotch like two tent pegs driven hard into the ground. Finally he glanced at Calvin as if he'd only just heard him.
"Real soon, Cal. You can fuck her real soon, both of you," he said. "But first I want her to suck you both hard. I want to photograph her pretty face with two ugly cocks being rubbed all over it."
A warning bell went off suddenly in Connie's head. She'd been so involved sticking dildos into herself that she'd forgotten all about the two muscle-boys. Now, for the first time, she realized what they were there for. They were going to do some kind of twosome on her. She was supposed to fuck and suck two strange men and let Jerry take pictures of her.
"Mr. Crawford?" she asked hesitantly, glancing up at Ron. "I'm not sure I should do this."
"Sure you should. Calvin and Tony are nice guys. They'll show you a good time. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Have I lied to you yet?"
Connie had to admit he hadn't. Whenever she'd hesitated over his lewd suggestions in the past, she'd ended up going through with them anyway and enjoying them. But this was different. Two men at the same time. Two men she didn't even know. Absolute strangers. And they were so big. So fucking muscular and powerful-looking. She was sure they'd hurt her.
"But two men at the same time," she moaned. "It's not right. It's so dirty."
She was aware of how phony she sounded. But she really was nervous about taking on the two muscle-boys. She didn't feel any better when both men stripped off their bathrobes. They had the longest, thickest cocks she had ever seen. They were huge, even bigger than Ron Crawford's. They hung down like great hunks of pipe, all wet and shiny. They had thick, ugly blue veins pulsing up the shafts and swollen, purple heads.
She knew, without asking, that Ron had hand-picked the two men. He'd probably been to some local gym and hung around in the locker room till he saw the two biggest cocks on the premises. God, when they were hard, the cocks would measure thirteen or fourteen inches apiece.
"Okay, one on each side of her," Jerry instructed. "Tony, Calvin, stick your cocks in her face. Connie, honey, let's see what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours."
"Mr. Crawford," Connie whined, staring up at Ron in near panic. It was hard for her to appear helpless with a dildo stuck up her ass and cunt.
Ron smiled encouragingly and stood to one side to watch. Calvin and Tony climbed onto the bed and knelt on either side of Connie's face. Their cocks hung down heavily between their legs, huge and thick. The big purple heads grazed Connie's shoulders and she looked up at Ron for one last time.
"Grab their cocks. Play with them. Rub them all over your face," Jerry instructed matter-of-factly. He was waiting patiently with his camera. "Then I want you to suck them till they're hard as fucking steel."
Connie tried to smile in response, but she was nervous as she glanced at the huge, blazing pricks.