Chapter 7
Nancy felt grown-up at last. She thought of her trip with Mr. Mason as some kind of graduation ceremony. She'd gone to bed with a man, fucked him, and spent the night in a hotel bedroom with him. And she'd had his cock in every hole she possessed. How much more was there to learn about sex? How much more could there be to being a fully experienced woman?
She felt strangely free, as if some great burden had been lifted from her. She felt confident and full of life. There wasn't anything that could scare her now. She had the world by the balls. Almost overnight she'd left behind all the girls and boys her age. It was a grown-up, adult world she was living in and she felt proud to be part of it.
Only one thing bothered her, and that concerned her feelings for Mr. Mason. She'd thought she was in love with him. For months and months she was convinced of it. And in most ways the trip to the city had been as romantic as anything. It was everything a girl in love could want. It should have made her love him all the more.
But really, she wasn't sure anymore that what she felt for Mr. Mason was love. And it was obvious to her that what he felt for her didn't qualify. He wouldn't have fucked her face, her mouth, her ass that way if he'd really loved her, would he? And he certainly wouldn't have called her all those dirty names!
He had wanted to fuck her, do dirty things to her in a hotel room, and that was all. She knew that now. But then what had she wanted herself? Hadn't she asked him to do those things to her? Hadn't she teased him in the dining room and asked him to do dirty things to her later in their room? She'd been just as bad as him. She'd wanted sex too, not love. She realized that now.
The thought made her blush. Only a few days before, she'd been a silly girl with a crush on a man old enough to be her father. She'd actually mistaken the feeling for something serious. The sex had cured her of all that, it really had. It had helped her see things clearly. From now on she'd try to act more maturely. She wouldn't try to make out all her feelings as romantic.
And as luck would have it, she had an opportunity to put her thoughts into practice the very next week. Mr. Young called her, asked her to come by again for an afternoon. She accepted without hesitation. If she was really free and grown-up, she reasoned, she could accept invitations from anyone.
Besides, she knew an afternoon with Mr. Young would mean more fucking. She doubted there was anything more for her to experience, but there was always room for more practice. It would probably be a lot of fun. She was sure he simply wanted her to fuck also, like Mr. Mason. She doubted he would even bother taking her picture again. It didn't matter. She wanted to see him again.
She went over after school again, while it was still warm and sunny out. And much to her surprise he did want to take her picture again. But this time he had a video camera. He wanted to see her lovely body moving, he said. It was criminal not to capture the grace and sexiness of her movements. Nancy was flattered. She decided to go along with him, to let him do whatever he liked.
Again there was no sign of his wife or kids around, and when Nancy enquired about them he said they'd left him. He didn't discuss it further, and she hesitated to ask anything more. But she secretly wondered if maybe Mr. Young's love of young girls had anything to do with the break-up. It must have happened before she herself had fucked him, in any case. There was no point in her feeling guilty.
Mr. Young wanted to do some shooting out by the pool, but first he had her change into a special outfit he'd gotten for her. As she changed Nancy couldn't help but smile to herself.
The outfit consisted of a white cotton dress and a matching set of sexy underwear. Apart from the color, it was just what Mr. Mason had made her wear. Why was it these older men liked to see her dressed in garter belts and stockings? • She didn't have much time to consider the matter. Mr. Young hustled her out by the pool before the sunlight faded. He had her parade back and forth in her white cotton dress while he followed her with his video camera. Then he made her stand in a certain spot while he called out special instructions to her. She did exactly as he told her.
First he made her pull the dress apart at the top, so that both her big tits hung out into the open. The sunlight fell across the rich globes, high-lighting the pink nipples. He muttered his approval as he beamed the camera her way. He had it propped on one shoulder like the TV news cameramen.
Then he made her lift the loose dress up on either side of her, exposing her lovely legs and crotch. He sank to his knees and shot her from crotch level for a while, clucking with approval as the sun streamed across her. He made her hold the dress up for long minutes while he moved in closer.
In addition to the white garter belt and sheer white stockings, he had made her wear a pair of see-thru white panties. The blonde V of her cunt hair was clearly visible through the flimsy lace material. The white garters snaked down each of her golden thighs, framing her cunt. The brief triangle of panty flattened down the curls of pussy-hair.
"Tug on your panties, just like we did the other day," he told her. "Let them slip inside the lips of your cunt."
Nancy smiled and did as she was told. She felt so much older and more experienced now, doing this for the second time. She felt no resistance. She was enjoying herself, showing off her fresh young body in its lewd underwear and loving every minute of it. If this excited him, who was she to argue? She enjoyed doing what turned men on.
Her fingers hauled up the triangle of panty, and the crotch band slipped out of sight between the pulpy hair-lined lips of her cunt. Young kneeled in close to her and his camera whirred. He told her how much he loved her tan, and the way it contrasted with the sheer white of the garter belt and stockings. He praised her the whole time, told her how beautiful and sexy she was.
Nancy began to wonder when he'd fuck her, or get her to suck him, or whatever it was he wanted her to do. He seemed in no hurry. He seemed quite content to photograph her and enjoy the late afternoon sunshine. And for the time being she was willing to go at his rate. Still, she was happy when he told her to pull down her panties and split wide her cunt for the camera. She knew they were getting close.
"Pull your cunt apart, just like you did before," he said, leaning over her.
She was sitting back on a deck chair now, exposing herself for him. Her panties were hooked uselessly around one ankle and her dress was falling off her shoulders. Really, she was as good as naked.
"Are you going to fuck me again, Mr. Young?" she asked at last, her pussy beginning to moisten. "Are you going to fuck me out here on the patio?"
She was really curious. She wanted to know. As her fingers pulled apart on her cunt-lips she could feel pussy slime oozing down from deep inside her. She wanted to know if she was getting all excited for nothing.
"I had a little something special in mind," he muttered, squinting at her through the camera. "Can you guess what it is?"
Her cunt was gaping obscenely wide and he leaned over to photograph it eagerly. Nancy felt her heart lurch. Something special! Whatever could he mean? Surely there was nothing left which would surprise her at this point. Hadn't she been fucked in every possible way? Hadn't she sucked cock? Hadn't she been fucked up the ass? What could he possibly come up with that would be special?
For a few moments he went right on shooting her, as if this was all part of a day's work for him. He saw droplets of moisture slip down over her cunt-lips like syrup. Finally he stood up, tilted his camera to one side. He took a few steps away from her, called something in the direction of the house. Nancy stared at him in amazement.
The door that led to the basement suddenly burst open, and two tanned, muscular young men went leaping and yelling toward the pool. They were dressed in nothing but very brief bathing suits, she noticed, and as they ran their tanned thighs flexed and the bulges in their trunks strained. They dove head-long into the water with tremendous splashes. Sprinkles of water sprayed about her feet.
"Mr. Young! Who?" she began, completely confused. Quickly she tried to cover herself with the open dress. She turned to one side on the deck chair and closed her legs coyly.
Mr. Young was filming the antics of the two boys in the pool. He trained his camera this way and that as they swam back and forth like two highly conditioned athletes. He was smiling, obviously enjoying his little surprise. For the moment he acted as if Nancy wasn't even there.
"Mr. Young! Who?" she began again. But then she broke off and watched with Mr. Young as the two men stepped dripping from the far end of the pool. They came striding toward her across the concrete, trails of water splattering behind them. They were smiling and gasping loudly.
"Nancy, meet Eric and Nicky,". Young said, as if he was introducing them at a cocktail party. "These two guys are the something special I promised you. I think we're all going to get along just great together."
Nancy stared from Mr. Young to Eric to Nicky, not understanding. She smiled a little uncertainly as first one then the other of the young men leaned down to kiss her hand. They were both dripping noisily. They loomed over her, all muscle and highly conditioned meat. Their fine young bodies gleamed with water and health.
"You're a very pretty lady," Eric said gallantly.
"Mr. Young's told us all about you," added Nicky.
Again Nancy stared about her in confusion. Told them what, she wondered. What could Mr. Young have possibly told them about her? That he'd photographed her in the nude? Taken dirty photographs of her? That he'd fucked her silly in his studio? Nancy blushed and immediately felt childish for doing so.
"I want some shots of you with Eric and Nicky," Young explained. "'Just relax and get to know each other. Pretend I'm not even here."
Nancy glared into the camera self-consciously, suddenly not relaxed at all. She was very much aware that her big tits were lolling out into the open and try as she might she just couldn't haul her dress back into place over them. She was having a hard enough time keeping her oozing crotch covered. And the two strange young men could stare down at her nakedness at will.
"Mr. Young ... I don't understand . . . " she murmured, feeling very shy and foolish. "What do you want me to do?"
For the moment Young didn't answer. He crouched down a few feet in front of her with his video camera whirring. Eric had padded around her chair and now she had a young man on either side of her, dripping onto the concrete. She glanced from left to right and blushed to see that their crotches were at the level of her face. Each pair of trunks bulged dangerously.
"Do what comes naturally. Feel the bulges," Young told her, as if he was amazed that she could be so dense. "Rub your hands all over their trunks."
Nancy stared at him in amazement. Just what was he getting her into here? She felt a hot flush of embarrassment flow through her. Yet at the same time she was scared of appearing foolish in front of the three of them. She didn't want them to think of her as a young and silly schoolgirl. She wanted to appear mature and experienced.
Shyly, she reached up both hands, touched her fingertips to the bulging fronts of both pairs of swimming trunks. She seemed to feel electric sparks shooting up her arms. Beneath the latex suits the cocks and balls swelled out. She could see each curving stony outline angling up from the mounds of balls.
"That's it. Play with them. Feel them," Young instructed. He moved in closer with his camera.
Nancy planted her hands more firmly on the swelling bulges, ran her fingers, up and down on the curving cock outlines. The pricks began to grow and stiffen at once. Even through the suits she could feel them throbbing. She touched the balls, felt them squirm. And she watched the cocks angle up under the tight bikini suits.
"Pull the suits down. Let the cocks pop out," Young went on.
It was obvious he wasn't talking to Eric or Nicky. The two young men stood quite passively on either side of Nancy, their hands on their hips. They stared down at her without making any attempt to help her.
The two cocks were just about bursting free of the suits anyway. As Nancy turned to Eric she could see his cock-head nudging its way up beyond the elastic suit-top. All she had to do was hook her fingers into the trunks and pull down slightly. Suddenly both thickening cocks were rolling free like a couple of logs.
"That's nice. That's real good," Young praised, filming everything. He recorded Nancy tugging eagerly on the suits, a look of strange concentration in her eyes.
Nicky's cock burst free of his trunks and sprang out at her like a snake. It swayed and bounced in the air in front of her, jutting forward stiffly. It was eight inches long and growing. Nancy stared at it nervously. Then turned back to examine Eric's swelling prick.
It was thicker than Nicky's prick, darker and uglier. Its head was huge and purple, like some discolored mushroom. Two great fat blue veins pulsed in the shaft like worms. The more they throbbed, the stiffer Eric's cock grew. It angled up toward her, pointing first at her navel, then at her tits, then at her chin. It looked like it would be over a foot long when fully erect.
"Mr. Young ..." she began-, suddenly turning her eyes to him for guidance.
She had both pairs of trunks tugged down clear of the cocks and balls. But she was unsure what to do next. Her heart pounded dully.
"AH the way. Pull them all the way off," he told her as he panned the camera across her face, from cock to cock.
Nancy did as she was told, sitting up straight to force the trunks down. Her tits hung free and naked in front of her. She had long since stopped trying to cover her crotch with her hand, and her blonde cunt showed clearly between her hooked-up legs. For the time being she seemed to have forgotten her own nakedness.
"Good. Now we can go in the house and really get down to business," Young said.
He stood up, smiled down at Nancy's confused and achingly pretty face. She stared back at the camera, all innocence and sweetness. On either side of her face hung the great ugly cocks, still growing, still swelling. They loomed out beside her like thick threatening snakes. They cast shadows across her tits.