Chapter 5

Nancy stuck out her pink tongue, and touched the tip to the thick base of his cock, just above the balls. Then, very slowly, she licked up the cock's underside, till she was more than halfway up the shaft. The prick bent down under the weight of her tongue and then shifted to one side, bumping against her cheek and eye. For a second her eye socket was completely plugged by the fat purple dome of his cock-head.

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..." Mason moaned, trying to think of the business meeting he had to attend the next afternoon, the ball game he'd seen the night before, anything to keep his mind off climaxing. The little bitch was using her tongue like a pro.

"Is it nice? Does my tongue feel good on your cock?" she cooed.

She was cradling his prick in her fingers now, holding it steady while she bent to lick it some more. Her tongue traced little patterns around and around on the underside of the cock-shaft. Then she ventured further and scraped her tongue-tip along the sides of the cock.

"It feels great. Little girl, you don't know what you're doing to me ..." he groaned. Her fingers were light and cool on his prick. But her tongue wouldn't leave him alone.

"Will you teach me how to suck it? Will you teach me how to suck your cock properly?" she pouted, as if she was asking him some great favor. "I want to know all about cock-sucking. I want to know everything."

"In a minute ..." he croaked. "Just lick it for a while first. Let's not go too fast. Sweet Christ ..."

Nancy smiled. Her head tilted to one side and she began scraping her tongue steadily up the shaft of his cock again. Her eyes rolled down and she studied the swelling prick, examined every bump and contour in it. What lipstick wasn't smeared off on his balls now smudged off onto his prick-shaft.

She noticed there were two or three thick blue veins pulsing in the side of the cock. They wriggled up from his cock-hair damn near the entire length of his prick. She began following them with her tongue, tracing them as if they were roads on a map. Then she folded her red lips over whole sections of cock-shaft, diddling her tongue about like she was playing a harmonica.

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..." he moaned.

He stared at her in amazement, thrilled at the sight of her sweet young face half-covered by the bulk of his huge cock. What a sight she was.

"Mr. Mason ... I want to suck it. I want to suck your cock," she murmured at one point.

She had tilted his prick upright in one hand and was intently examining the bloated purple cock-head. Just looking at it, she couldn't keep her mouth from watering.

"Oh fuck . . . okay ... oh fuck ..." he grumbled. He watched her tilt his cock this way and that and his balls churned.

She smiled as if he'd granted her fondest wish in the world, and she quickly touched his cockhead with her tongue, tested the heat and hardness of it. Her eyes were wide with expectation. She was staring at him, waiting for guidance. Her lips pursed and slotted over the tip of the swollen dome.

"Just as you like . . . there's not much I can teach you ..." he groaned. He felt helpless. The little teenage slut had him completely in her power!

She grinned again in gratitude. And now she folded her lips more firmly down over his fat cock-head. Her fist held the prick upright, and her mouth slid down, taking in the head and one, two, three inches of swollen cock-meat. She made a deep groaning sound in her throat, as if she was tasting the most delicious food in the world.

"Fuck . . . fuck . . . "he panted. Her eyes locked on his face teasingly as her mouth slid down. She seemed to be watching for his reaction.

Another two inches of rock-hard cock-meat plowed into her mouth and suddenly she paused, her lips stretched in a tight circle around the cock-shaft. Her cheeks hollowed, and then bulged. Her nostrils flared wide. Her lips rippled out again and continued their journey downwards.

"Don't hurt yourself, baby," he croaked. "Don't choke yourself with the damn thing." Her face looked so swollen, her cheeks bulging as if they had some monstrous growth inside.

"Mmmfffmmm . . . mmm ..." she moaned.

She didn't sound as though she was hurting. She sounded as though she was having the time of her life.

Down and down went her lips, creeping down like caterpillars. Until at last she had two thirds of his cock in her mouth and she had to pause again. She was really snorting now, her nostrils noisily sucking in air. Her lips were stretched to snapping point around the monster bulk of his cock.

"Up and down. Move your head up and down," he instructed. "Suck it. Let it fuck your face." His face was a mask of tension. He was having a hard time controlling himself.

Nancy raised her head, let her lips ride up the bulk of his prick till only the head and an inch of cock-shaft was in her mouth. Then she plunged back down, forced her lips down to where she had been before and further. She began a steady rhythm like this, doing as he told her, letting the cock fuck her face. Her eyes gazed dazedly into his.

"Attagirl. Suck it like that. Use your tongue. That's right," he encouraged. He didn't move a muscle. He didn't do anything to help her. But then again she didn't really need any help.

"Mmmfffmrnm ..." she mumbled, her head bobbing. Time after time his cock-head bumped the roof of her mouth and then lunged back into her throat. Her lips skidded up and down expertly.

She was damn near taking in his entire cock on the downstroke. Only an inch or so remained outside her lips. She had let her fingers fall from the prick-shaft and on each successive stroke she dipped lower on the granite prick. After a while she was going so low she could nip at his pubic hair with her lips. She came close to touching his balls with her mouth on each lunge.

Her eyes crinkled up at the side and it occurred to him that she was smiling, pleased with herself for what she had accomplished. She was sucking cock, and not just that. She was sucking a whole, entire cock to the balls, and a big one at that. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled crazily. And she was snorting excitedly.

His balls were truly churning now, and he wondered how much longer he'd be able to keep from spurting. He watched her blonde head bob up and down, amazed that her pretty little face was so swollen up with cock. He felt his control slipping, a bit at a time. He didn't want this to end. Not yet. This was just too good to be true. He didn't want it to stop.

"Let's ... oh fuck . . . let's try something else for a while ..." he croaked, just shy of spurting. "There's something real dirty I want you to do."

Nancy was in the middle of her cock-sucking. She had a real rhythm going. But once he said he had something real dirty for her to do he had her attention. She stopped sucking in mid-stroke and stared at him. She raised her head up off his cock and it slopped noisily from her mouth. The prick seemed to steam in the air.

"Lie flat on your back. Drape your head over this pillow," he instructed.

He climbed up onto his knees and his huge cock bounced about between his legs like a steel bar. He had grabbed a pillow and laid it down for her in the middle of the bed.

Nancy rested on her hands and knees for a second or two, breathing deeply, as if she'd been swimming. Then obediently she rolled over onto her back so that the pillow was under her neck. Her head tilted over toward him. She flayed her arms out on either side of her. Her big tits rolled and shimmied on her chest before settling, like Jello.

"Good. Now listen, Nancy," he said. "I'm going to fuck your face. I'm going to ram my cock back and forth in your mouth, just as if I was fucking your cunt. Understand? It won't hurt. You've just got to relax. Ready?"

Nancy nodded. It sounded like a weird idea, but who was she to say? Men got off on some pretty wild things. Look at how he'd jerked off on her tits that night in the garage. She tilted her face back, opened her mouth wide. She watched him squat down over her on his haunches. His cock loomed out in front of him like the branch of a tree.

"Lick my balls first. Lick them," he told her, stalling for time. He wanted his cock to cool down. He really needed the extra time to cool off.

Squatting over her face, he let his balls dangle above her mouth and then lowered them. He felt the delicate sweep of her tongue on the blazing nuts. Then he began shifting about, dragging his balls across her cheek, over her eye, along her forehead. He scraped his ball sac everywhere on her face, before finally settling against her flicking tongue again.

"Fuck, what a feeling," he muttered.

"What a feeling."'

Then he was moving further forward, splitting his thighs wider on each side. She gazed up into the crack of his ass, confused. His balls were just out of reach. She could see the great thick root of them disappearing between his cheeks. Then she saw the puckered circle of his asshole.

"Use your tongue on it. Lick my asshole. Ream it good," he ordered. And he squatted so low she had no choice. The cheeks of his ass settled down onto her face.

Men certainly could ask for some strange things, she thought. But obediently she stuck out her tongue, poked his asshole with it, circled it around on the tight puckered opening. She felt smothered by his ass cheeks but she was in no position to protest. She licked him and waited for whatever weird thing he'd want next.

"Oh yeah ... oh yeah ..." he muttered. "What a feeling. What a fucking feeling." Her tongue was a sweet probing wetness against his asshole. Once again he felt his balls churning.

He moved again, shifted back, and suddenly his asshole was gone and the great heavy log of his cock was pressed against her face. He was rubbing her face with it, angling it this way and that on her pretty teenaged features. He sawed it across her open mouth and instinctively she poked out her tongue, licked his granite cock eagerly. Again she felt every bump and vein in it. The cock throbbed dangerously.

"What a mouth ... oh fuck ..." he moaned.

He twisted his cock all over her mouth and face. It had been oozing pre-cum juice which smeared off onto her cheeks and forehead. He stared down at her tits, her cunt, her hooked-up legs encased in the lewd black nylon stockings, the garters stretched taut. His balls quaked.

He bumped his cock-head up her face and angled it inside her gaping wet mouth. He lunged forward, buried four, five, six inches of cock in her face. His prick-head drove deep into her throat. His balls rested against her nose. After a split second he began fucking her mouth, bulling his prick in and out crazily. Her lips were stretched taut around the great ugly cockshaft.

Nancy stared up into the crack of his ass and watched his balls swing back and forth and dash against her nose. She felt so strange and helpless, having her face fucked this way. Was this normal? Did adults do this kind of thing in bed? It sure was a weird way of fucking. But then again she didn't know much about it, did she? Whatever turned Mr. Mason on. It was his party.

"Such a sweet little mouth," he croaked. "All wet and red and pouty. Suck my cock, bitch! Suck my big hard cock with that cock-teasing little girl mouth of yours ..."

He was sounding more and more excited, she noticed, and he was fucking her mouth so hard and deep she worried he might hurt her. His cock-head was lunging way down deep in her throat on every stroke. She swore she could feel it in her chest somewhere. Her lips were hopelessly warped around the thick prick-shaft.

But suddenly he was changing position. He stopped fucking her and climbed around on top of her chest, his cock still in her mouth, corkscrewing between her lips. He sat on her tits, mashed them down on top of her. His big muscular thighs were angled out on each side of her head. She was pinned down helplessly beneath him, and he was beginning to fuck her face all over again. He had to tilt the base of his cock down with his hand.

She gazed up at him, her big blue eyes full of love and trust and expectation. He could do anything he liked to her. She didn't mind. She wanted him to. She wanted him to use her any way he wished. She let his blazing hard-on slide over her tongue, folded her lips around it lovingly. Her hands curled round and clutched at his pumping thighs.

Only the top third of his cock could fit in her mouth at this angle, and his fist closed around the lower cock-shaft and began pumping on it quickly. He was half fucking her, half jerking off in her mouth. He glared down at her pretty face with a wild light in his eyes. His chest heaved and his flat hard belly rippled.

"I'm going to jerk off in your mouth, Nancy," he explained. "I'm going to pump my hot cum down your throat. Relax and breathe through your nose and you'll be okay."

Nancy gulped and stared up at him with wide excited eyes. Her red puffy lips were warped into a huge oval around his monstrous prick. His fist pumped his cock rapidly, steadily. She clung to his muscular thighs and waited patiently, wondering what it would feel like. Mr. Mason cumming in her mouth! All that hot, spurting jizz she'd seen him shoot over her tits. Could she take it? Would he choke her? Drown her?

He pumped his cock one last time while the head sat on her tongue, and Nancy felt a huge torrent of hot cum splash against the back of her throat. She swallowed gamely, tried her best to suck down all the hot jizz. But no sooner had she gulped once than his cock-head twitched again and a jet of cum bounced over her tongue and splashed the roof of her mouth.

Her mouth was suddenly clogged, full to bursting with hot sperm. The hot cream squished between her teeth, under her tongue, between her cheeks and gums. Her throat was flooded with it. She stared up at him, panic-stricken, knowing she couldn't possibly swallow it all. She dug her fingers into his thighs, tried to tell him. Her cheeks ballooned wide with his sizzling spunk.

"Suck it! Suck it all out, bitch!" he yelled, his fist a blur on his cock. "Eat my hot cum! Suck it all down!"

There was another wet explosion, and Nancy felt another jet of cum shoot into her mouth. But she was full already, and the hot cock-cream began pouring from her lips in a rich overflow. Three heavy streams of sperm flowed from each corner of her mouth and they all drooled heavily down her cheeks and chin. A couple of streams flowed down onto her neck.

"Eat it, slut! Eat all my hot cum!" he yelled, showing no mercy. And his fist slid down again along the bloated cock.

But he was pulling back, seemingly aware of her problem. He could see her cheeks bulging, see the thick silver trickles of jizz drooling from her mouth. He let his cock slip from her lips and simply aimed it down at the spunk-filled opening. He continued to jerk off steadily.

Nancy let her mouth sag wide and she felt the cum oozing from her lips in monstrous strings. But his cock still flexed, and as she watched his cock-tip opened and spat out a long streamer of cum that immediately- sealed one eye shut. She gasped in panic, wondering-again if she'd survive all this. It seemed like he had never-ending supplies of spunk to get rid of.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Mason groaned. He stared down at Nancy's soiled face, fascinated.

The giant blast of cum had missed her mouth and shot up her face. It had crossed her cheek and her eye and then streamed off over her forehead and into her hair. He watched the thick cream attach itself to strand after strand of blonde hair. The jizz hung there like globs of wax. Her eyelid, blue with make-up, turned a wet shade of purple.

And again his cock spurted, this time firing a jet up the center of her face, alongside her nose and between her eyes. It split her forehead in half before disappearing into the roots of her hair. The cum gleamed on her face like some huge white scar. It trickled down from the side of her nose along one cheek.

Her mouth was clear again. She had gulped down the thick wads of jizz. And so now he plugged his prick between her lips again, spurted out the rest of his cum onto her tongue. But he couldn't take his eyes off her face, and the streamers of jizz splattered there.