Whenever she thought about it later, Kelly told herself that she did what she did with the five men because she didn't have a choice. They'd backed her into a corner, and if she'd refused to go along with them they might have gotten mad and hurt her in some way. That was what she told herself, over and over again, in the days that followed.
But deep down she knew it wasn't true. She hadn't been forced to do anything. She could have left Teasdale's house. It was that simple. She didn't have to hang around and let herself get fucked by five men. She didn't have to fuck and suck them till they splattered her with all that cum.
Kelly flushed deeply, even now, when she remembered how all the cocks had spat spunk at ha, how they had simply covered her with layer after layer of sizzling jizz. That was really kinky. Nothing she'd ever done before had been quite as weird as that. And she'd done some pretty wild things lately.
She wondered how much stranger her life could get. And the thought frightened her a little. Most girls her age were just getting used to dating and going with one boy and all that. She had been in a rough-and-tumble orgy with five grown men, a couple of them many years older than she. Kelly wondered if she was turning into some kind of nympho.
For the better part of a week, she concentrated on school. She stayed home in the evenings and actually did some studying. She even turned down several offers of babysitting jobs. She figured it was time to think things over and decide a thing or two about herself.
But by the end of the week she was growing restless again. She found herself daydreaming of Teasdale and Rivers and the other brawny men who had fucked her. It became more and more difficult to concentrate on schoolwork.
When she got a call to go babysitting, she jumped at the chance. She needed to get out of the house again. A few days cooped up was all she could take. And she had no need to worry because the call came from someone she'd never heard of. It wasn't Teasdale or Rivers. She wasn't necessarily going to get fucked. In her present confused state, that suited her just fine.
Still, before she left she applied make-up and dressed sexily. She even wore a pair of stockings with a new garter belt. She felt more comfortable, more confident, when she dolled herself up like this. It didn't mean she was some kind of nympho, she did it, just because she liked garter belts and heavy make-up?
And the babysitting job was the most ordinary she had yet had. She said good-bye to the parents, and headed to Mr. and Mrs. Carstairs, and spent a quiet evening watching their TV. Mr. Carstairs didn't return and try to seduce her; she wasn't disturbed at all. Maybe things were returning to normal after all. She fell into a light doze before the parents returned from their night out.
It wasn't until later, when she'd been paid for her evening of babysitting and Mr. Carstairs was driving her home, that things started to get weird again. She'd become quite sleepy and could barely keep her eyes open as she said good night to Carstairs' wife. Now, in the car, she fell into her gentle doze again and lay back against the door with her slender legs spread in front of her.
Vaguely, she was aware of the car stopping, of Carstairs sliding across the seat toward her. She felt his hands on her silky thighs, and her short dress was being shoved up her legs. She heard him gasp with surprise as he caught sight of her bright red garter belt attached to her gray stockings.
"Jesus Christ, little girl. Sonovabitch!" he muttered to himself. He ran his hands up and down the dry nylon of her stockings and pushed her dress up farther.
"What… what are you doing?" Kelly asked sleepily. She stared down at his fumbling hands.
"I'm checking you out, little girl. I want to see if what they say about you is for real."
He had shoved her dress up over her crotch now and her glorious tufted cunt was visible beneath her smooth belly. There were no panties to obstruct his view, and again he gasped loudly with surprise. His gasp turned to a low moan as he dipped his fingers down and hooked them inside her lush cunt slit.
"What… do they say about me?" Kelly asked him lazily. She didn't resist him.
"That you love cock. That you can't get enough," he went on matter-of-factly. He was fucking his fingers in and out of her luscious cunt. With his free hand he tugged her dress from her shoulder and tried to expose one of her lovely tits.
Kelly sank back against the car seat and let him paw and play with her. So, everyone thought of her as an easy fuck. And was it any wonder? She'd fucked and sucked more guys in the past week or so than most girls did in a lifetime. She'd experimented with everyone and everything. It wasn't too surprising that she should make a name for herself.
And she'd had fun, hadn't she? She'd learned that she loved fucking and had shown herself willing to take a cock up any and every hole she possessed. To hell with what people said about her. What did it matter? She'd done what she wanted to do and had enjoyed herself alone the way. Why should she have second thoughts now?
Carstairs had finally managed to haul her dress far enough down so that her huge tit lolled into view with its nut-brown nipple sticking out proudly. He bent to suck her tit and began to groan loudly. His fingers were wet and greasy in her steaming cunt.
Kelly moaned too. She was excited, and suddenly very much awake. Her hand snaked into his crotch and fondled the thick bulk of his prick. Her fingers found his fly and hauled it down. She fumbled inside and curled her fingers around his swelling cock. She began to pump his prick up and down in his pants.
"Oh fuck," he panted, and suddenly he was pulling his hand from her crotch. His mouth left her tit and he was sitting up straight.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" Kelly asked innocently. He seemed so excited. It was hard to tell what he wanted to do next.
He was unbuckling his belt, opening his pants, forcing her to let go of his cock long enough for him to push his shorts down. He knelt on the seat and his prick swayed out from his crotch hair and pointed at her accusingly. She began to reach for his cock again, but he brushed her hand away.
"C'mere. Lie down," he instructed, and he hauled her legs up onto the seat and tugged her down toward him.
He pried her thighs apart and, with his cock in his hand, lowered himself down between her legs. His cockhead slotted between her hairy wet cunt lips easily and he pressed forward, fucking four or five inches of prick inside her at one stroke. He withdrew slightly, then began fucking her in earnest, burying every last inch of cock inside her pussy and meshing his crotch hair with hers.
"I didn't think you were interested in me," she panted up at him tensely. "You were so different, when you were with your wife."
"I'm just smart around her," he grunted. "I was interested, all right. Fuck, who wouldn't be? You're something to look at, little girl. You've got a body that makes men go weak in the knees."
He fucked his cock in and out of her pussy, carving her cunt this way and that. He had her legs cranked back into a scissored position with her feet up over his shoulders. He could fuck her deeply this way. His balls swung heavily up and down and his cock made wet sucking noises as it fucked in and out of her pussy.
"Still, you're a sexy little cunt!" he croaked, his ass pumping. He had hauled down the top of her dress so far now that both tits were naked, and her tits jiggled and rolled in front of him like creamy mounds of dough. He squeezed her firm in his hands and pressed the stiff nipples.
"It feels so good, your cock in me," she purred, her head rolling back and forth, her tongue licking her full lips. "I love cock, I really do."
He fucked her steadily for several minutes, then gazed down into her blue eyes. "Did you really make it with five guys at the same time last week?"
She stared right back up at him. "What if I did? What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. I think it's great. It's just pretty wild, is all. You've got to admit it."
Her tits shook each time he rammed his cock into her pussy. She smiled at him slowly. "I'm a pretty wild chick, I guess. I can't help it."
All this talk was driving Carstairs closer and closer to the edge, and suddenly he began fucking her violently, pinning her to the car seat with the deep fuck-lunges of his cock. Kelly had her hands clenched in the meat of his ass cheeks and she sensed he was about to climax.
"When you come, pull out. Okay? I want to watch you go off," she wheezed. "I want to see your cum. I want to watch your jizz splash all over me!"
"Ohhhh shit," Carstairs grunted, fucking even faster.
"Come all over my belly," she urged, glaring at him madly. "And all over my tits. And in my face. I'll catch some jizz in my mouth too. Okay? Come all over me!"
"Ohhhhh shit," Carstairs repeated. What kind of girl was she, anyway? It appeared that everything he'd heard about her was true. What a hot, wild little slut!
She smiled up at him and licked her lips – and that was all he could stand. He felt his balls begin to melt. He fucked into her two or three more times, then quickly pulled his prick out of her pussy and swung his huge cock up over her quivering brown belly. He clasped his fucker in his fist and began to pump on it madly.
A long streamer of cum shot clear of his cock and bounced all the way up her belly to her tit. He heard his cum-load smack loudly against her lovely golden skin. Cum gleamed across her body like a thick slash of white paint. The silver fuck juice slithered down the lower globe of her lush tit.
"Yes! Mover me! Shoot cum all over me!" she wailed. She watched his twitching cockhead anxiously.
He was clambering up over her, clutching his cock desperately, trying to straddle her with his muscular thighs. A second shot of cum bounced off her tit and sailed off into the air before smashing across her right eye. She laughed crazily and reached for his cum-spouting cock, her mouth wide open, her tongue stuck out.
"Come in my face and in my mouth!" she yelled, glaring up at him wildly.
She wrapped her fist around his cock and he let her take over. She pulled his prick towards her as she pumped it, giggling like a silly youngster as wad after wad of creamy white spunk shot into her mouth and onto her pretty face. She craned her neck and lifted her head off the seat to meet the cum-gushing cock halfway.
A giant loop of cum twirled in the air then fell, splattering across her face. It crossed her cheek and hooked itself over her nose prettily. Part of the loop of jism hung off her eyelash. Then she had the cock inches from her open face and it was spitting cum, again and again, into the painted oval of her mouth, filling her up with cock cream.
"Ohhhhh," he groaned, thrustig his hips at the willing teenager. He'd climbed so far now his hairy balls scraped across her left tit.
Kelly watched the cockhead seriously as it spurted knot after knot of silver jism into her mouth. She jerked on the cockshaft with her hand and brought it closer and closer to her face. And at last she forced her mouth down on his big prick while it was still shooting cum. She felt the cockhead twitch on her tongue and squirt out hot jets of thick cum.
But she didn't swallow a drop. She closed off her throat and collected the sizzling fuck juice on her tongue and between her cheeks and gums. Her cheeks swelled as they filled up with cum, and trickles of creamy slime escaped from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Carstairs grunted, staring down at her in disbelief.
His cock was caught in the grip of her fingers, and she was pumping it expertly and steadily, milking out every last drop of sizzling jism. She even searched out his heavy balls with her free hand and squeezed them encouragingly, coaxing the cum from his balls.
At last his cock seemed empty, and she let it slip lazily from her cum-clogged mouth. His prick immediately swung up her cheek and its bloated purple head oozed out a clear string of fuck fluid that clung to her face like a glistening snail track.
Kelly was struggling to sit up. Finally Carstairs got the message and lifted his weight off her. He leaned back against the car seat and stared at her, fascinated. She seemed about to do something special. She appeared to want all of his attention.
Suddenly, halfway sitting up now, she gazed at him with her big blue eyes. Then, very slowly, she smiled, opening her mouth a few degrees so that the great backed-up flow of spunk could ooze out over her lower lip in a long, seemingly unending stream. Her painted girlish mouth was an oval mass of shining white cum. Her lips were joined by white cobwebs of cum.
And, like thick silver syrup, the juicy stream of cum slid from her lips, down her chin, into the hollow of her, neck, and on down onto her luscious tits. There seemed to be gallons of cum in her mouth, and she was letting it out slowly, so that the process took a very long time. Jizz hung off her lips and chin like glossy elastic bands and dangled to her tits.
"Ohhhh fuck! Ohhh fuck!" Carstairs groaned. He couldn't take his eyes off the cum-slobbering girl.
And all she did was smile at him, sweetly, like an innocent child, while his cum drooled from her lush red lips. He watched the jism fall from her chin, run down her brawn tits. He moaned like a crazy man. And all she did was smile at him, and let the thick cock cream drool from her cum-clogged mouth.