Chapter 4

Afterwards, when she had time to think it over, Nancy felt a bit sad that Mr. Mason wasn't the first to fuck her. She figured she was in love with him, after all, and wasn't a girl supposed to save herself for the guy she loved? But it had all happened so fast, and Mr. Young had gotten her so excited with his photographs and everything, that she didn't have time to say no. Before she knew it, she'd lost her cherry.

She tried not to brood about it, and as it turned out this was the most sensible course. For just three days afterwards Mr. Mason called her, just when she'd given up hope of ever hearing from him again. And what he had to say to her thrilled her right down to her toes. It made her belly flutter and her heart pound crazily in her chest.

He wanted her to spend the night with him. Not at his house, either, and not even at some local motel. He was taking a quick business trip to the city and would be staying at one of the biggest and best hotels. He wanted her to go with him, to stay with him. He would show her the town, buy her dinner, the works. All she had to do was come along and keep him company. Nancy's heart skipped a beat.

She soon came down to earth. All she had to do was think of the objections her mother would raise. But to her amazement Mrs. Kane had little to say about the matter. Nancy couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was the age difference between her and Mr. Mason, she thought finally. Maybe the difference in their ages was so great that Mrs. Kane couldn't imagine them fucking. She probably thought her daughter was innocent, a virgin. And really, she wasn't far wrong.

"Just make sure you're nice to him, and do everything he tells you," was all her mother said.

Nancy certainly planned to do both those things! She planned on being so nice to Mr. Mason that he'd be drained of jizz for a month!

She packed an overnight bag, and on Friday evening Mr. Mason picked her up at the house, as arranged. Her mother was out at the time, at a church meeting, of all things. And for this Nancy was glad. She didn't want her throwing up any objections to the trip at the last minute.

She was so excited that for the first hour on the freeway she hardly said a word. She was scared that if she opened her mouth Mr. Mason would realize how young and inexperienced she was and would turn around and take her back home. But he was warm and friendly towards her and didn't seem to mind her silence. He made an occasional comment and complimented her on her appearance. But the rest of the time he was as quiet as she was.

When the glittering city towers came in sight her belly began fluttering all over again. And from then on everything was like a wonderful dream. The big department stores were open late, and he took her shopping. He brought her a slinky black dress and some sexy underwear. Finally, after they'd checked into the big hotel, he took her to dinner in the lovely dining room. It was the most romantic day Nancy had ever spent.

She stared about the dining room wide-eyed, studying all the beautiful women and the handsome, silver-haired men. And she began to feel adult and sophisticated herself, even though she was bubbling over with childish excitement. She was glad he'd bought her the slinky dress. It made her feel older. It was cut so low in front it showed off her full young tits to perfection. It had a slit up the side that let her thigh show.

Before dinner she'd spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, making up her face. Here again, she wanted to look older, and she'd gone a bit overboard. Her big innocent eyes were shadowed now with great dark blue gobs of paint, and her sweet little mouth glistened with a wet coating of red gloss. Her platinum hair squiggled out on either side of her face in little corkscrew curls.

It didn't seem to help. People still seemed to take her for a youngster. On more than one occasion older men stopped by the table to compliment Mr. Mason on having such a pretty young daughter. Even the waiter did it at one point, though it didn't stop him sneaking peeks down her dress when he stooped to pour wine, she noticed. Without a bra, her tits were exposed almost to the nipples.

"Everyone seems to like your dress," Mr. Mason commented finally, smiling at her. "You seem to be the hit of the place."

"It doesn't cover me very well, does it?" she grinned, glancing down at where one stubby nipple was trying to poke out over the dress top. "Do you like it? Do you think I'm sexy?"

"I'll show you later, up in our room. Did you wear the underwear too, without any panties, like I told you?"

Nancy blushed. "Yes. You're very naughty, Mr. Mason, making me come down to dinner without any panties, I feel so strange. I've never worn a garter belt and stockings before."

They grinned at each other and sipped more wine. They had finished dinner long ago but stayed where they were for the time being, letting things settle. Nancy still couldn't believe all this was happening to her. She couldn't believe she was going to spend the night in a big city hotel with an older man. It was just too exciting for words.

She hiccupped and smiled at him slyly "Will you do dirty things to me, later, in the hotel room? Will you shoot your naughty jizz all over me again?"

Mason watched "her. He-felt his cock flex and he had a sudden urge to whip it out right there and slap it back and forth across her face. She had such a sly, teasing light in her sweet young face. Already, he thought, she was learning how to cock-tease. With her lewd dress and overdone make-up, she looked like a hot teenaged whore.

"I'll do anything you like. I'll do it all," he murmured. And he meant every word of it.

"Will you teach me things? Will you teach me all about cocks?" she went on. She didn't feel tongue-tied and shy any longer. The wine was making her feel so nice and warm.

"Anything. You want to learn to suck cock? You want to learn that?" he leered. "I'll teach you everything."

Nancy hesitated. "You mean . . . take a cock in my mouth? You mean put it in my mouth and suck it?"

"Exactly. And you know how to lick a guy's balls? You ever taken a guy's nuts in your mouth and sucked them?"

Nancy shook her head slowly.

"How about a guy's asshole? You ever used your tongue on that? You ever reamed out a guy with that sweet little tongue of yours?"

He watched her eyes widen with shock, and at the same moment he felt a great tingling sensation in his crotch.' All at once he was signaling the water, calling for the check. Suddenly he couldn't wait any longer to get the sexy little bitch upstairs. He paid quickly, ignoring the look of jealousy that passed over the waiter's face as he glanced again into Nancy's cleavage. In seconds they were alone together in the plush hotel suite.

"Take off the dress, but leave the underwear on," Mason instructed, stripping off his own clothes. "I want you wearing nothing but garter belt and stockings."

He flung his jacket and shirt to one side, climbed out of his pants and shorts in a matter of seconds. By the time she'd gotten her dress unzipped he was naked on the bed, propped up on two big pillows. He watched her closely, his cock flopping about loosely between his legs.

Nancy let the dress flow down off her tits, and again he was amazed at the size and perfection of the gorgeous young tits. She stepped out of the dress and padded over to the closet to hang it up. She was naked except for an embroidered black lace garter belt and a pair of sheer black nylon stockings. Her tits wobbled and her slender thighs flexed inside the black hose.

"Fabulous. Fucking fabulous," he muttered, watching her every move.

Not only were her tits perfect, but her ass was tight and trim and lovely. The taut little buns were framed by the black elastic garter loops stretched down her thighs.

"Do I look okay? Am I sexy enough?" she cooed, turning from the closet to face him. Now it was the whispy fur of her blonde cunt that was framed between the twin garters. She strode to the bed and stared down at him.

It was the first time that she'd been able to study a naked man properly. When he'd jerked off all over her tits all she'd seen was his cock and legs, and even all that was in shadow part of the time. Mr. Young had been on top of her and inside her before she could see much of him at all. It had happened so fast.

Now, she had all night, and she and Mr. Mason were alone in a lovely well-lit hotel room. She wanted to go slowly, to study every part of his wonderful male body. She wanted to examine his cock in close-up and learn what made it get hard and hot and angry. She had a feeling she could learn more about sex in the next few hours than she had in her whole life up to now. But would he have the patience to let her go slow?

From the way he'd paid the check and hustled her up the elevator, she thought he was so horny all he would want was to flip her on her back arid fuck her: But/now he was staring at her, watching her with such fascination, that she wasn't sure. He seemed to be content to let her go at her own pace. And as yet his cock was still limp and loose in his crotch.

Slowly, her tits swaying down in front of her, she climbed on the bed. He made room for her by spreading his legs, and she scooted up between them on her knees, leaned down to look closely at his soft cock. She lay one hand down on his hairy thigh and felt him shudder. Her left tit grazed his knee.

"Take it in your hand, play with it. It won't bite you," he said.

There was an odd catch in his voice and he seemed to be trying to keep it steady. For the time being he seemed to be in control of himself.

Nancy giggled, and shyly she reached out, scooped up the limp log of his cock in her fingers. It lay across his belly and she tilted it upright, squeezed it in her fist, ran her fingers up and down on the puffy cockshaft. Her eyes widened again at what happened to it.

The loose foreskin bunched up in a tight little mouth as she pulled in one direction. And when her hand slid the other way the skin stretched, rolled down, peeled off the big purple cock-head like skin off a banana. The cock-head stuck out in the open now like a big purple plum with a slit down its middle, and Nancy stared at it wide-eyed. How wonderful, she thought. How wonderful and amazing.

She touched her finger to it and felt him shudder again. It was hot and hard and a little wet already. Then she traced her fingertip all the way down the underside of the cock, along a ragged seam that ran from his cock-head to his balls. She touched his nuts quickly, amazed at how they shifted and rolled in the dry velvet pouch. Her lips pursed, and her face was serious with concentration.

"Kiss them. Lick my balls," he grunted, watching her.

He was propped up on his elbows, and he made no move to help her or force her to do anything. He wanted her to do it all. He wanted her to learn all by herself.

She glanced into his face quickly, as if to see if he was serious or just teasing her. Then she leaned down low, stuck out her tongue, and poked one or his nuts with the tip. The balls shifted, rolled to one side, and she smiled up at him. Then she licked the nut once, twice, three times with long slow sweeps of her tongue. His ball sac felt dry and rough to the touch.

"That's it ... oh fuck . . . lick them like that. Both of them . . . oooh . . . use your tongue on them like that. Lick my balls . . . " he muttered, watching her pretty head tilt from side to side. Her blonde corkscrew hair tickled the insides of his thick thighs.

"They're so big . . . your balls . . . " she commented, moving over to chase his other nut around with her mouth.

She licked the nut quickly several times and then sank her lips down on it as if she would eat it up. Her pretty turned-up nose snorted at the base of his cock.

She had let the prick go for the time being, all caught up as she was in slobbering over his balls. It lay heavily across his crotch hair and belly, like a limp fish. But as she continued working at his nuts the thick cock twitched, rolled left, and raised its head sleepily into the air. It stayed like that, suspended, for a few seconds, until it rolled in the other direction and jacked itself higher.

"Your cock's getting bigger! It's getting harder!" she pealed, turning her eyes up in the direction of the gently swelling prick.

She snorted and snuffled at his balls still, licking them, kissing them. She had both hands on his thighs and had pried them wide apart.

"Is it any fucking wonder ..." he grunted, glaring at her. "Suck them. Suck my balls. Take one in your mouth and . . . suck on it ... "

Nancy glanced at his growing cock with admiration, then dipped her head again and did as she was told. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and captured one wet ball between her lips. She began sucking on it eagerly, tugging on it gently so that the skin of his ball sac had to stretch.

"Oh fuck ... oh yeah ..." he groaned. And his cock flexed again and angled higher into the air.

Nancy curled her tongue around and around his ball and bathed it in the warmth of her mouth. She made loud sucking sounds, as if she was slurping on a large piece of candy. Her nose was buried deep in his crotch. His nut felt like an egg in her mouth. It rolled about on her tongue every which way. She teased it, tickled it with her tongue. And he grunted and groaned with pleasure.

She let it go eventually, spit it out so that she could move over to the other one. Before she let this second nut plop between her lips she scraped her tongue up the center seam of his ball sac several times. Then she sank her mouth back down and began sucking and teasing the other ball. She curled her tongue again and slurped on it hungrily.

"Say, you sure you've never done this before?" he croaked. A fine film of sweat had appeared on his forehead and there was a wild light in his eyes.

"Mmmmmfffmmm . . . nnn ..." Nancy mumbled, her mouth stuffed with ball. She was tugging on his nut again, stretching his leathery nut pouch teasingly.

He clenched shut his eyes and tried to think of other things. At this rate she'd have him blowing his nuts in no time, and he wanted to enjoy this sweet little slut all night long. His balls were growing heavy and numb. He swore he could feel the thick cream swirling up inside them. Her tongue was tapping his left nut crazily.

"Lick my cock now . . . fuck . . . use your tongue on my cock for a while ..." he said at last, his voice tense and harsh.

He just had to set her to doing something else for a while. She was just too good a ball-sucker. The little cunt sure was an eager learner.

"Did I do it right? Did I suck your balls good?" she panted, raising her pretty painted face from his balls. "Does it feel nice? Does it feel nice when I suck them?"

Mason groaned deeply. How was he ever going to put off blowing his wad? Not only was the little slut an expert with her mouth, but she was a sweet little cock-teaser to boot. The way she looked at him with those big empty blue eyes, all painted up with dark blue shadow, fuck, it was enough to drive him crazy. And when she pouted her sweet little mouth, all wet and glisteny as it was with bright red gloss.

"Your balls are what makes your stuff . . . your jizz, aren't they? Isn't that what makes your cum?" she prattled on, as if she was talking to one of her teachers in biology class. "They're fantastic! I love sucking them. They're s big and spongy and strange. Do you like it when I suck them?"

Mason groaned even louder. Unable to speak, he bent his wrist and jerked his hand back and forth, pointing out the thick log of his cock. It jutted up at a sharp angle from his belly now, its purple head throbbing. The foreskin was peeled back off the dome for good now. It stretched all red and tight in back of the cock flange.

"I know. You want me to lick it," Nancy purred, smiling.