Chapter 1
Nancy was alone with Mr. Mason in the darkened garage when she decided to make her move. He was about to drive her home after her six-hour babysitting job and she knew if she didn't act now she never would. All evening she'd been gathering up her nerve, not paying her school books the slightest attention. It was now or never. She took a deep breath and turned to face him as he held open the car door for her.
"Mr. Mason, I . . . have something to tell you ..." she began, her voice shaky.
Her eyes dropped suddenly out of shyness. She couldn't look into his handsome face. She hesitated. What could she say next?
How could she tell him he had a terrible crush on him? It would sound so childish, coming from her. She was nothing but a shy young schoolgirl and he was a successful man of the business world. He flew off all over the country on business trips. He was so mature, so cool, so handsome.
"Well, Nancy, what is it? Didn't I pay you enough? Have babysitting rates gone up again so soon?" He smiled at her gently, still holding the car door open.
"Mr. Mason ... I don't know how to say it ... I feel so silly ..." she murmured.
She really did feel like a silly little girl. She blushed deeply, and she was glad the garage was in half darkness.
It occurred to her suddenly that she could never come right out and tell him how much she admired him. She would never be able to find the words. All she could do was show him, let him know by some action that she would do anything for him. A naughty thought that she'd been trying to ignore all evening popped back into her head. She reached up quickly and began undoing the buttons on her crisp white blouse.
"Mr. Mason, I enjoy babysitting for you and your wife so much," she mumbled. "I look forward to it so much I can't tell you. I'm so grateful for your asking me."
She had the blouse open all the way now and she tugged it loose from her skirt, peeled both halves of it back off her chest. Her bulging tits, packed tight into a lacy white bra, were suddenly in full view. They seemed to heave and strain against the flimsy harness, as if longing to burst free. The upper swells of the tits wobbled like Jello.
"I want to show you how grateful I am. I really do," she went on.
And her fingers were fumbling with the bra clasp at the base of her cleavage. She unhooked the harness quickly and the pretty lace cups of her bra separated, fell apart. Her glorious young tits tumbled into view.
It all happened so fast. In a split second, it seemed to him. He stood rooted to the concrete floor of the garage, his eyes glued to the magnificent young tits. He didn't say anything. He just stared. He still had one hand hooked over the top of the car door and he held it open as if he was frozen to the spot. A tiny nerve twitched in his cheek.
They were the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. They were perfect, flawless. And they were so full and mature and seemingly out of place on her slender young girl's body. Her waist seemed so tiny he could circle it with his hands. The navel in the center of her flat brown belly looked so small.
"Are they pretty? Do you like them?" she murmured in her little girl's voice.
She held the bra cups off to one side so that he had a clear view of her tits. She was watching him shyly, anxious for approval.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, still without moving.
Up until a few seconds ago, she'd been nothing but a skinny little neighborhood teenager to him. A pretty teenager, to be sure, with her frizzy bright blonde hair and her big innocent blue eyes, but nothing more. She was someone his wife phoned up to baby-sit whenever they went out on the town. That was it. He paid her, drove her home. He never thought about her.
Now everything had changed. It was as if he was looking at her for the very first time. She might have the face of a little girl, she might be shy and innocent and inexperienced. But she had the body of a ripe young woman. She had the tits to prove it. He felt a solid stirring in his crotch as he gazed at her.
"Do you like them? You can touch them if you like. Would you like to?" she went on.
Nancy stood there quite passively two or three feet from him, her blouse open and her gorgeous young tits heaving. In the half-light cast across them her stubby nipples threw shadows over the pale lower swells of the tits.
"Jesus Christ, how old are you?" he croaked. "No, don't tell me. Jesus Christ ..."
He stared into her face for a moment, studied her pretty little turned-up nose and her full, pouty little mouth. Her eyes were wide open and very innocent and blue. They gazed right back at him from between pretty blonde squiggles of hair that had fluffed forward around her face. He tried to match the face with the tits and just couldn't do it.
"Would you like to kiss them?" she whispered. "I'll let you if you want to. You can suck them if you want."
He heard himself groan out loud, and there was a tremendous twinge in his cock as it began to erect in his shorts. He felt himself grow a little weak in the knees and he clutched the car door more tightly. He should step forward and pull her blouse back over her chest, he realized. He should cover her up, scold her, maybe even take her over his knee and spank her. But he couldn't move.
She was watching him with her big blue eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. She could see the admiration in his face and she flushed prettily. Still, she wasn't quite sure what to do next. She stood there naked from the waist up and waited for him to say or do "I have a son older than you," he mumbled at last. "He's in college. Jesus Christ!"
Nancy knew this already. She knew quite a bit about Mr. Mason, in fact. She knew that his first marriage had ended in divorce and that he had this son named Roger who was away at school. His current wife, who he hadn't married till ten or twelve years after his divorce, was a brunette well into her thirties. Their only child was now about three. The way Nancy saw it, Mr. Mason wasn't happy with her and needed someone younger, much younger.
"I think you'd better put those lovely things away," he said. "Save them for someone who isn't old enough to be your father. Though naturally I'm very flattered ..."
His eyes fell again to the glorious young tits and he noticed how the dark nipples seemed to be growing longer. They sat on top of two puffy, perfectly proportioned circles of pink flesh. And these in turn sat on the lush pale mounds of tit flesh.. There were distinct lines where her golden tan ended and the paler skin that had been covered began.
He had moved at last, reaching out one arm to turn her, guide her down into the car where she could dress herself. But she moved at the same time, and suddenly his extended palm was cupped over the lush mound of one luscious tit. The tit fitted into his hand perfectly. The flesh was springy and firm and smooth, he noticed. Only her rock-hard nipple scraped roughly against his skin.
"Mr. Mason, I love you. I really do. Oh God!" she sighed, heaving her tit into his palm. "I'll let you do anything you want to me.
There, she'd said it. She'd admitted it. She felt a warm flush of pride suddenly at having confessed. All at once she felt more grown-up, more adult. And she had her naked tit in his hand and he wasn't shrinking away. He was squeezing her in fact. His fingers were flexing against her tit flesh, massaging the jug gently. Sparks of pleasure shot up through her chest.
"Nancy, you're so young ..." he began.
But he didn't take his hand off her tit. He squeezed the perfect tit again and felt her hard nipple telescoping against his palm.
She was turning more fully toward him, reaching for his other hand. And suddenly both tits were in his grasp and he was mauling the lush flesh hungrily. He tweaked both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and watched them swell up till they were nearly an inch long on their perfect circles of pink skin.
He groaned again, loudly, and is hands rolled her tits around and around on her chest, testing their firmness and springiness. He felt his cock begin to coil and tremble in his shorts. It was growing thick and uncomfortable and he longed to set it free and let it spring into the open. But it would be madness. Upstairs and a few rooms away, his wife would be getting ready for bed.
"Oh Mr. Mason . . . please play with them . . . please play with my titties ..." she moaned, leaning forward slightly and forcing her tits into his squeezing paws.
"This is crazy ... I must be out of my mind . . . "he muttered.
But he didn't stop squeezing her. He had stepped closer, and he could smell the fresh sweetness of her bright blonde hair. Her huge blue eyes stared into his with such love and devotion.
"Do you like them? Do you think I have pretty titties?" she purred, her heavy breathing making her tits rise and fall in his hands.
"Sweet Christ, they're perfect. You have the most perfect set of tits I've ever seen on a girl or woman. They're mouth-watering." His voice was a hiss in the half-dark garage. Around and around his hands rolled on her swelling titties.
"You can kiss them if you like. You can suck them," she cooed prettily. "I'll let you do anything. Anything you like."
If only, he thought. If only I had all night and a huge bed somewhere, with this gorgeous young hunk of ass spread out for me like some full-grown Barbie Doll. His cock coiled again at the thought, and he felt it trying to angle off down his thigh. He thought he felt a pearl of pre-cum fluid ooze out the prick-tip and soil his shorts.
He dipped his head quickly, taking her at her word. He cupped her tit around its lower swell and held it up. He flicked the hard nipple once with his tongue and then sank his mouth over the swollen cock-stalk. He began to suck it harshly, as if trying to draw milk up from it. The horny stub was hot and hard as a rock against his tongue. It was swollen up high off its ring of perfect pink flesh.
"Oh yes! Oh God, yes!" she moaned. "Suck them! Suck my titties! Lick my nipples!"
He no longer needed' any encouragement. His lips widened, and he sucked in the entire tip of her tit, her nipple, its surrounding circle of flesh and much more. His mouth made loud sucking sounds that seemed to echo and squeak around the dark garage. She was whimpering, her moans and groans childish and out of place. She sounded as though she was about to burst into tears.
"Suck them! Suck them like that! Oh yes!" Nancy panted.
And she leaned over backwards, offered her tits up to him generously. Her lacy bra and white blouse hung uselessly from her shoulders. They covered nothing.
"What a set . . . what a fucking perfect set of tits ..." he mumbled, spitting her one swollen nipple out and licking and slurping his way across to her other one.
He drew in mouthfuls of tit-flesh as he slid down one slope into her cleavage and then moved up the globe of the other. He left her tits wet and glistening.
Her head rolled back and she was full of the sparkling pleasure rippling through her tits. But then she was vaguely aware of other sounds besides the sucking of his mouth. There was a clank, and then a light zipping sound, and she realized suddenly that he had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He didn't stop sucking her tits or squeezing her with one hand, but with the other he was opening up his pants.
Nancy's mind reeled and for a second she was aware of the amazing power she was dealing with. This wasn't a little girl game she was playing. This was a one-hundred percent adult. She had gotten a grown man excited, promised him he could do anything to her. Her heart pounded with excitement.
"Oh God! Oh yes!" she groaned as his mouth sank down over her other nipple.
He caught the rock-hard stub between his lips and tugged it up off its puffy pink circle. He licked it, kissed it, teased it till she swore it was steaming in the dark. Her tits were blazing.
She rolled her head forward and tried to look down between his legs. In the shadows she could see his pants tangled around his knees and his shorts stretched out like a rope between his thighs. For a second she could see nothing else. Then a great dark shape loomed out from his crotch and swung heavily in the air. And she knew she was looking at his cock.
She suddenly felt weak in the knees, and she might have sagged heavily against him if he hadn't chosen that moment to lift his mouth off her tit and grab a hold of her. He was turning her to one side, lowering her into the open door of the car. He settled her onto the front seat but held her upright. She sat in the open door in a daze, staring at the great swaying shadow between his legs.
"Sit there and don't move," he grunted. "Stick your tits out toward me. Let me see them real good."
He remained standing in front of her, and she was aware that he'd taken the thick log of his cock in his hand. He was priming it slowly, drawing more life into it, making it stiffer. Then he was bending down toward her, holding his cock out in front of him like a weapon. She could see it more clearly now, and it took her breath away.
His cock was about eight inches long, and each time he pulled his hand back a fold of skin peeled down and the big purple cock-head poked out. He jerked off with strong, steady strokes, holding his prick out toward her. She stared at it with her eyes wide. It fascinated her. She had a sudden urge to reach out and touch it, but she was too shy. What would it feel like? It was so long and hard.
He stopped jerking off suddenly and bent closer to her. She had her tits shoved out toward him and to her amazement he touched his cock-head to one stiff nipple. A spark went off inside her. Then he was steering his cock around the underside of her tit, poking the head into the pale flesh underneath. Her springy tit was dented as he poked his prick into it.
"Mr. Mason . . . ohhhhh ..." Nancy purred, not knowing what to say.
It was such a weird sensation, having him rub his cock about on her tit. It was like he was prodding her with a hot and hard steel bar.
"Such tits . . . I've never seen such fucking tits ..." he growled.
He moved over to her other tit, steered his prick around and around on it before pressing his cock-head onto her stiff nipple. A pearl of pre-cum juice oozed out his piss-slit and attached itself to the stiff stub.
Then he was shoving his hips forward even more, slotting his hard-on into her cleavage. He grabbed each tit in his hands, forced them together, locking his prick in between. He began to move back and forth, fucking her tits with his cock. She kept her back stiff, let him do as he liked.
It was so strange, Nancy thought. It was the weirdest feeling in the world. She wasn't sure what she expected when she made her shy pass at Mr. Mason, but it sure wasn't this. Maybe she expected him to throw her across the car seat, climb on top of her and fuck her. She wasn't sure. She really hadn't given it much thought. But having him fuck her tits and rub his cock all over them, well, she hadn't expected that.
He was growing more and more excited, ramming his cock up and down between her tits like a crazy man. His body was arched weirdly, half in and half out of the car. She sat there patiently, accepting his fuck-thrusts. She didn't know what else to do. His prick seemed to be growing thicker in her cleavage. It seemed to be growing longer too. He crammed her tits together roughly and fucked and fucked and fucked.
Then there was a deep groan in his chest somewhere and he pulled back, let go her tits. His cock sprang free like a striking snake and he grabbed hold of it, tugged on it wildly, aimed it down at her greasy, heaving young tits. She stared at his pumping fist dazedly, trying to figure out what was happening. His big purple cock-head kept winking and snapping at her, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.
"Mr. Mason . . . what are you going to do?" she moaned.
Her flat brown belly rippled as she breathed in and out. Her gorgeous young tits glowed pale and white in the half-light. He didn't answer her and she didn't really expect him to. He simply groaned and hissed and jerked off steadily.
His fist was a blur on his cock, but suddenly he stopped and seemed to squeeze the prick extra tight. His cock was jutting out into a patch of light at the time and Nancy had a perfect view of the ugly purple head. As she watched, a monstrous string of white fluid spurted out and dashed itself over her left tit. She gasped out loud and her eyes widened in panic.
It was his cum shooting out at her, she realized dazedly, his sizzling hot jizz. And it felt like boiling milk against her skin. She bent her head and watched as the thick twine of silver began to pour down her chest. It divided into two streams that flowed around each side of her tit. One stream dribbled down the outside of her tit like wax. The other poured over her rib cage and down her belly toward her navel. She watched the silver cream, fascinated.
But then she felt another sizzling pellet of cream smack against her other tit. He was aiming lower this time, and the blast smashed just above her right nipple. From here it drooled in every direction down her pretty tit. Her nipple jutted up like a rock in a stream. Three or four trickles of sperm poured down the underside of her tit like icing down a cake.
"Mr. Mason! My goodness! What?" Nancy began, her eyes rolling back to his cock.
He was jerking off hard again, tilting his prick this way and that, deliberately trying to drench every inch of her pretty young tits. A jolt of cum shot up into the hollow of her neck and began drooling down between her tits in a thick stream. In the weird half-light that fell across her tits the jizz looked like spilled mercury.
"Mr. Mason . . . you're shooting your stuff . . . your jizz all over me!" she pouted, her eyes huge and blue and innocent. She sounded like a spoiled little girl.
"Fucking right, you hot little slut! Fucking right!" he growled, jerking off furiously, waving his cock about every which way.
Nancy was shocked at his language. "You want to spurt all over my titties? Why? What for?" she gasped.
"Just . . . just shove 'em out like that! Oh fuck, they're gorgeous! I've never seen such perfect tits on a chick so young!"
Nancy stared at his cock and then at her stiff-nipples tits. And she wondered what it was about her that made a man want to do such-a strange and dirty thing to her. But there wasn't much time for thinking. She was too busy watching the hot jets of jizz pour out. It seemed to her that his wild climax was never going to end. He was drowning her!
Another jet of spunk sprang free, this one bouncing up from her left nipple diagonally across her tit, not stopping till it had splashed as far as her shoulder. Her nipple was suddenly completely soiled. It jutted up weirdly, as if it had been dipped in thick syrup. It gleamed strangely in the half-light that fell across her.
Yet another steaming cum-jet shot at her from an angle, draping itself across the tops of both tits like some glistening decoration. It hung there for a second like a silver rope, and then split into half a dozen pearly strings that dripped and drooled over the golden mounds of her tits. The cum that didn't roll over her tits drained down into the hollow of her cleavage. The spunk was thick and moved slowly.
"Mr. Mason . . . ohhh Mr. Mason!" she pouted. She still sounded like a spoiled child.
"Fucking great tits! Fucking great tits!" he grunted.
His prick spurted one last jet that caught her right nipple and slithered off down the underside of her soiled tit. Then he was simply drooling, great long strands of slime stretching and snapping from his cock-head. He jerked off very slowly now, and leaned further over her so that each drooling drop would land on her chest. He was milking out the dregs of cum from his balls.
"Mr. Mason . . . Mr. Mason ..." she repeated over and over, her voice quiet with shock and amazement. She was staring down at herself, examining her soiled body as if she'd been involved in some messy accident.
Her tits were covered in jizz. They were streaked, soiled, drenched with ropes and gobs and strings of spunk. They looked as though someone had been splashing white paint over them. Thick ribbons of cum lay splattered everywhere, hanging off her nipples like syrup, drooling down the undersides of her tits like wax. She was glistening with the stuff.
And it wasn't just her tits. The cum had drooled down, over her rib cage and belly. Streaks of silver goo drained off on either side of her stomach. Even her navel was full with a sticky pool of jizz. Trails of white slithered down as far as the top of her skirt, where they disappeared mysteriously.
"Fucking great tits! Fucking great Mr. Mason groaned. His cock dripped another glob of cum across her nipple.