Chapter 10
Nancy stayed home from school for three days to recover from her wild fuck-session with the three men. She told her mother that she had cramps and couldn't get out of bed. This wasn't too far from the truth, at least not on the first day. Her body was sore and achy from all the ass-fucking and everything. But really there wasn't much wrong with her physically. Her problem was in her head.
She couldn't get over what had happened to her. Again, she was in a state of shock and confusion. Three men had taken her and fucked her silly in every hole she possessed. They'd gang-banged her and spurted so much cum on her she thought she was going to drown in it. It had been a day she'd never forget.
What disturbed her most was that she'd enjoyed every minute of it. She'd loved having dirty sex with three horny men. She'd even got off on the fact that Mr. Young had put the whole crazy session on video tape. Surely there was something wrong with her. Was it normal for a teenaged girl to do such things and like it? Was she a nympho or something? It was all so confusing!
Still, staying home brooding about it didn't seem to help. It only confused her more. Half the time she didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what she'd done. And at the end of three days she decided that she needed some adult advice. She needed someone to tell her she wasn't a slut or a whore, and that what she'd done wasn't shameful-or at least not so shameful that it could affect her whole life.
She decided to go see Mr. Mason. He was the man she most looked up to in the world, even if she knew she wasn't really in love with him. Maybe he would be able to reassure her, set her mind at rest. He was old enough, mature enough. Surely he could advise her what to do. Without bothering to phone first, she set out for his house, hoping that his new wife and kid weren't around.
And they weren't. But then neither was Mr. Mason. The front door was opened for her by his son, Roger, who was home from school for a mid-semester break. His father and stepmother were away for the day, he told her. But wouldn't she come in and visit for a while anyway?
Nancy hesitated. But after a moment she followed Roger into the house. She had to talk to someone, even if it was a virtual stranger.
He made her feel right at home, speaking to her as if he'd known her for years. And though at first she was very shy with him she soon began to relax. He smiled at her a lot and asked her interesting questions. And after half an hour he asked her what was wrong with her. It was obvious that something was, he added with a smile. And so she might as well go ahead and tell him before he pried it out of her.
She smiled back at him, feeling somehow that she could trust him even though she didn't really know him. And before she quite realized what she was doing, she was telling him about Mr. Young, and the video camera, and the two horny young men. It all came out in a rush, and as she talked about it she felt herself growing easier in herself. She didn't really feel embarrassed with him at all.
"And so Mr. Young filmed you, wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings, while you romped about with two young studs?" he summed up, watching her with new interest.
"Yes," she said shyly, and a slight blush did creep onto her pretty face, in spite of herself.
She sat across the room from him with her knees clutched primly together. They were in Mr. Mason's den, where Roger appeared to have made himself at home. He sat at the desk and watched her.
"And what exactly . . . did he make you do with these two guys?" he went on, a slight catch in his throat.
Nancy looked so young and innocent sitting there in front of him. Too young and innocent to have had any sex at all, let alone been involved in some wild orgy.
"He made me . . . you know . . . suck their cocks. Then he had me get on the bed and let one of them fuck me while I sucked off the other." She sounded as though she was relating the story to a high school counselor. And sitting at his desk like this, that's exactly what he reminded her of.
Roger cleared his throat and shifted a little in his chair. He didn't want to appear shocked and throw her off. But he felt a definite twitch in his cock at what she told him. As his prick started to erect he hoped she didn't notice the growing bulge in his crotch.
"Both . . . both of them? You fucked and sucked both of them at the same time?" he croaked.
He couldn't take his eyes off her now, and for the first time he noticed the swell of her heavy tits inside her blouse. She wore blue eye make-up and red lip gloss to make her look older. And her platinum hair squiggled down prettily on either side of her face.
"Yes. Isn't it terrible? And later on even Mr. Young got into the act. He made me suck his cock while the other two guys were fucking me up the ass and up the cunt."
"Up the ass and up the cunt? At the same time? While you were sucking Mr. Young? You mean you had three cocks inside you at the same time?" In spite of himself his voice had risen. He sat up straight in his chair and he could feel his cock throbbing painfully now in his crotch.
"Yes. Aren't I awful? Do you think I'm a slut for letting them do that to me? Do you think I'm a whore?" She stared at him with her big innocent blue eyes. Her wet red lips had parted into a sexy oval.
"Nnnnn . . . no, of course not," he hissed. He had a sudden wild desire to drop to the floor and do push-ups, or dash to the bathroom for a cold shower.
"But three men at the same time! And later on they jerked off all over me. All three of them spurted sperm in my face. I was covered in it! I couldn't see anything. I could hardly breathe. It was really weird!"
"Sweet Christ ... I mean I'll bet! It must have been awful for you. It must have been disgusting and degrading and-"
"But that's just it! It wasn't! I liked it! I liked taking on three men at the same time! I actually enjoyed it, in a weird way, when they all spurted their cum all over me! Is there something wrong with me? Am I some kind of pervert or what?"
She stared at him eagerly, with her wild blue eyes. She sounded genuinely curious. And she was looking at him as if he could provide all the answers.
"Hey ... I don't know ... a person has every right to do what they enjoy, you know . . . " he mumbled. "If you enjoyed yourself and nobody got hurt, then I don't see the harm. And as for you're being a slut or a whore ..."
He didn't have time to finish what he was saying because Nancy dashed across the room and threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him to her. Her big lush tits mashed against his face and he could feel the harsh scrape of a long nipple even through her clothes. His cock arched up higher in his crotch and made him very uncomfortable.
"Oh I'm so glad to hear you say that!" she purred. "I was scared I was turning into a tramp or something! What a relief!"
She stood up straight in front of him and beamed down, her blue eyes shining. She really did look relieved, as if what he'd said was all she needed to hear. She breathed deeply, her tits rising and falling. Her face was full of affection for him, as if he was her long-lost brother or something. She could see he had the same features as Mr. Mason, only younger, and even more handsome.
Looking up at her, now Roger appeared to be the shy one. "That garter belt and all . . . are you wearing it today by any chance?" he asked, suddenly sounding like a little boy.
Nancy giggled, relief putting her in a playful mood. "As a matter of fact I am," she cooed. "Want to see?"
Slowly, she raised her skirt, revealing bit by bit the black stockings that Mr. Mason had bought for her. They weren't the pair she'd worn at Mr. Young's, but they were close enough. She lifted the skirt up onto her waist, so that he could see the black garter belt and the suspenders snaking down her thighs. She'd added a pair of brief black panties for modesty's sake.
"Sweet Christ!" he muttered, staring into her crotch.
"Do you like them? Do you think they're sexy?" she purred.
Roger didn't answer. Instead he fell on his knees in front of her and mashed his face against the black triangle of her panties. He began kissing and licking her cunt through her pants. He was like a man eating his first meal in days. Nancy smiled down at him indulgently. She wasn't surprised at what he was doing. She wasn't shocked. It took a lot to shock her these days.
"Why, Roger, I think you're excited," she teased. "I think telling you all this has gotten you all hot and bothered. Is that so? Am I right?"
For reply Roger snorted and snuffled into her crotch, scraping his tongue over the dry silky material of her sheer panties. In seconds her crotch was soaking wet, and the outline of her hair-lined cunt was quite clear through the pants. He rubbed his hands up and down the backs of her slender legs, loving the feel of her dark stockings against his fingers.
"Do you want to eat me? Is that what you want?" she smiled.
Her hand had come up to caress the back of his head tenderly and she was running her long fingers through his hair. Her other hand held her skirt up out of the way. It was bunched up in a roll around her belly.
Roger continued slurping and slobbering at her cunt through her panties. He was like a wild man. But then suddenly he backed off her, fell back on the floor in a tangled heap. He was undressing, snapping open his belt and unzipping his fly and struggling to shove his pants and shorts down his legs. He kicked his legs in the air comically, and finally succeeded in getting his feet free of his clothes. His cock bounded free.
Nancy was laughing at him, at his flailing legs and his reddening face. And when he finally lay back on the floor wearing nothing but a T-shirt she moved down toward him, her skirt still hauled up over her crotch. Expertly, she slid her panties down off her legs. Then she stepped over Roger, planted a foot on either side of his head. Slowly, she began to squat down on top of him.
Watching the blonde tuft of her cunt lowering toward his face, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. It was just too good to be true. Then her fluffy beaver was on his mouth and he was lapping at it happily, licking it, poking his tongue up and down each of her pulpy wet cuntlips. Her cunt smelled sweet and fresh and girlish. It was delicious.
"Is that what you want? You want to eat my pussy?" she giggled.
She squatted over him lightly, her knees bent, as if she was taking a piss on the ground. And she let him lick and suck her cunt with his hungry mouth. Little tingles of pleasure shot up into her belly.
Roger made wet slurping sounds. He lifted his head some, pressed his mouth more firmly on her gaping cunt. He stuck his tongue deep inside her and diddled it around. Her cunt was opening for him, cranking itself wider and wider as he sucked. Warm pussy-juice began to slither down from deep inside her. She began to moan a little with pleasure.
"Would you like to see my titties? Would you, you naughty boy?" she teased.
And it suddenly occurred to her that this was how she'd gotten his father started what seemed like so long ago. Only then she hadn't had the guts or experience to say it in so many words. God, how innocent she had been!
She was pulling at her dress, opening up its front. And suddenly her gorgeous young tits tumbled into view like over-ripe fruit. The nipples were swollen already, and were still growing. And he stared up from his vantage point between her legs with wide eyes, never once stopping his sucking. Her tits loomed out above him like two huge quivering pink mounds of Jello.
"Mmmmfff . . . sssppplllfff . . . !" he croaked, his nose buried in her muff.
Her cunt had gaped wide and settled down over his mouth like some wild sucking creature. He was lost in a sea of cunt, under the shadow of her tits.
Behind her, his cock rose up like a granite column. And she finally reached around and closed her fist on it, squeezed it playfully. It was hard and long and solid, just like his father's prick. She began to pump it, to wank it steadily in her hand. As she twisted to one side her big tits stretched into interesting shapes on her chest.
"It feels nice, to have you eat me," she murmured, shifting her cunt up and down slightly on his mouth. "It's getting me so hot and horny. I think I'm going to have to fuck you, Roger Mason. Would you mind? Would you mind if I sat on your nice hard prick?"
Roger snorted and gasped against her cunt like a drowning man. He sounded as though he'd welcome any change in position. She really was too much cunt for him. And when she lifted off his face he breathed deep as if he'd just been rescued. He lay flat on his back on the floor, quite passive and helpless. He stared at her swaying tits with amazed eyes.
"I'm going to sit on your cock, Roger. Do you mind?" she said. And she heaved herself backwards, letting go of his cock just long enough to pass her squatting body over it. Then she grabbed it again, held it upright while she shifted herself back and forth. Finally she planted the cock-head between the gaping lips of her cunt. She smiled at him, winked, then sank down with a loud sigh.
His prick bulled into her. He tilted his head up and watched it disappear an inch at a time. He saw her tits sway down, her head roll back as she let go of his cock and forced her cunt down on the last couple of inches. When her crotch hair meshed with his she rested a moment and stared down into his face with a mischievous grin. Then she began a steady chugging up and down on top of him.
"Sweet Christ," he muttered, leaning on his elbows.
He could see his greased cock appearing and disappearing as she pumped herself up and down on top of it. His balls grew numb and heavy.
"Do you like it? Do you like me fucking you this way?" she teased. Her pretty blonde curls bobbed up and down as she moved. Her heavy tits joggled and swayed.
"Sweet Christ!" he repeated.
Nancy was enjoying herself. She was having fun. She was fucking a guy she'd just met and she wasn't feeling any guilt over it. Roger was a nice guy and he reminded her a lot of Mr. Mason, in looks if nothing else. But she certainly wasn't in love with him, she wasn't in love with anyone. And she didn't need to be, anymore, to fuck and enjoy it.
She felt grateful to him for what he had said, even if he didn't mean it. And chugging up and down on top of him there she forgot all about her shame and embarrassment over having fucked and sucked three men at once. It had happened. It had been fun in a wild, kinky way. She shouldn't be ashamed of it. She shouldn't be ashamed of anything ever again.
She was young and pretty and she had a body that made men go weak in the knees. Lots of men and boys were going to want to fuck her. From now on she was going to enjoy it. She wasn't going to ask herself any more questions about it. If it felt good, she would do it. Nothing else mattered.
As for Roger, it looked as though from now on he was going to find her hard to resist. Maybe she'd see more of him, on his frequent trips home from school. He was at least closer to her age than any of the other men she'd been involved with and he wasn't attached. But Nancy didn't want a boyfriend. She wanted to enjoy lots of men. But he would be nice to talk to about it all. And he would be nice to fuck once in a while.
"Sweet Christ! Ohhhhhh!" he croaked, his face all red and straining. He heaved his ass up off the floor and knifed his cock deep into her belly.
"Are you having fun, Roger? Are you enjoying yourself?" she teased. She pumped herself up and down on him without missing a beat.
"Ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh!" he gasped. "Ohhh fuck!"
And his balls burst, spurting up great wads of cum that shot from his cockhead like jets from a hose. One after the other the jets sprang out, spraying her twat with thick hot streams of cock juice. He was spurting just as hard as his old man. He seemed to have gallons of jizz to get rid of.
"Spurt it! Spurt it hard up my cunt!" Nancy wailed, bobbing up and down. "I love it! I love hard spurting cocks! Give it to me! Give me all your steaming hot jizz!"
And she gazed down at him, laughing.