It sure was hard to get some romance in your life, Connie thought dejectedly. Men didn't seem too interested in it. All they wanted was sex. Whatever happened to taking a girl out to dinner, buying her flowers and all that? Why was it men seemed to want her to drop her pants and come across without any of the nice things that were supposed to go with it? Was there something she was doing wrong?
She decided to play it cool for a while, to let men come on to her, instead of the other way round. After all, she had sort of thrown herself at Mr. Dean. She'd literally shoved herself into his arms. Who could blame him for getting excited? Of course, she hadn't expected him to get that excited. She hadn't expected him to fuck her in the store room. But, in a way, she might have asked for what happened.
Then again, she had enjoyed what had happened. She blushed to admit it, but it was true. What could she do about that? How could she prevent herself becoming an easy lay? Goodness, it she became so excited and let men do things to her with so little resistance, what was to become of her? She'd be all fucked out by the time she was twenty.
For the better part of a week, she barely spoke to any boys. Some had started to look at her kind of funny, and the young blonde wondered whether Bobby had told anyone about her jacking him off in his car. But that didn't seem likely. And besides, most guys her age had girlfriends, and she bet they were fucking all over the place and had been for some time. She'd just been a late starter. Why would they look at her differently?
Connie didn't make a play for any of her teachers either. She'd had enough of that for the time being. Mr. Dean acted toward her in class as if nothing had happened between them. And for this, she was grateful. The girl didn't want to attract any attention to herself. She wanted to just take her own sweet time about her next encounter. She wanted it to be special.
When it happened, it caught her by surprise again. Connie thought she was so in control of things. And suddenly, here again, she was being swept along without having much to do with it. Before the teenager knew it, she was in a situation that she couldn't get out of. And what was worse, again, was that she was enjoying it all. Life sure was unpredictable.
On Wednesdays, after school, Connie took part in a dancing class in the gym. It was conducted by Miss Baxter and involved exercising and jumping around as well as dancing. It was mostly for girls with weight problems, but Connie liked to attend just to keep herself in shape. She enjoyed the music and the movement, and after the sessions she always felt like a new person.
On this particular afternoon, she noticed that she was being watched by Mel Hastings, the boys' gym instructor. He wasn't even supposed to be around at this time of day. His classes were long over. But he liked to hang around sometimes and watch the girls work out. Miss Baxter had warned him about it. She said it distracted her girls. But he still found ways to spy on the dancing group from time to time.
Connie caught sight of him leaning against the wall in the hallway that led to the boys' chancing rooms. He was staring out through the glass door at them, and he was watching her in particular, she noticed. Most of the girls were plump, or at least flabby in the thighs. Connie was the only one with a perfect figure in the whole group.
Connie pranced and dipped with the older girls, and she found herself adding a little bit extra to her movements now that Mel was watching. She blushed as she realized this, but it didn't stop her. She jumped higher and dipped lower and spread her legs farther apart than anyone else. And she found herself glancing in Mel's direction to see if he were still spying on them.
Within seconds, she'd forgotten all about her decision not to play up to men for a while. She couldn't help it. Now that she had some experience with them, she looked at them with new curiosity. She found herself wondering what Mel was thinking. Did he find her pretty? Did he think she was sexy? He should. She'd certainly dressed nicely.
She wore a skin-tight body stocking and no underwear. It was a pretty lavender color and left nothing to the imagination. The full swell of her pear-shaped tits was clearly visible, along with the stiff prongs of her nipples. And if he was close enough, he could see the curling swirls of crushed cunt hair at her crotch. Miss Baxter only allowed her to wear such a thing because there were no men present.
Or so she thought. Mel was out of her line of vision, but he was there, all right. Most of the girls hadn't noticed him, either, but Connie was watching his every move. His expression had changed in the last few minutes. His face had taken on a dreamy look, and his body seemed to be moving ever so slightly. Unless she was very much mistaken, she thought, Mel Hastings, boys' gym instructor, was jerking off behind the glass door.
She was in the middle of a dance routine, with the music blaring and Miss Baxter's voice yelling instructions, but she blushed prettily. She was amazed that none of the other girls had noticed, but they were all puffing and snorting, and in no mood to be observant. She was the only one that had noticed Mr. Hastings. And she was the only one he was interested in. He was jerking off for her.
He disappeared shortly before the end of the class so that Miss Baxter wouldn't notice him. Connie giggled and filed out with the rest of the girls to the showers. She was amazed to discover, as she soaped herself down, that her pussy was greasy. What was happening to her? Dance class was supposed to make her feel good, but not this good. She wasn't supposed to start creaming her pants.
She found herself dawdling, letting the other girls get dressed ahead of her and walk, chattering, out the door. Finally, when even Miss Baxter had passed through in street clothes and reminded her to leave nothing behind in the locker room, Connie was alone. The whole area was quiet and peaceful. She could hear her heart pumping softly.
Connie wasn't even sure what she wanted to do, but before she could spend too much time thinking about it, Mel Hastings entered the locker room. He was wearing nothing but shorts and a T-shirt, and his muscles bulged in his arms and chest. He came over and stood in front of her, staring into her face. Me was sweating slightly.
"You all through prancing around and shaking your tits?" he asked huskily. He sounded slightly drunk.
Connie didn't say anything. She had such a funny feeling in her belly with him standing so close to her this way. Her nipples were touching his hard chest through her cotton top. She was wearing a pair of shorts now, and her pretty legs were a little shaky in the knees. She had a feeling something dirty was going to happen to her again.
"How about a little more extra-curricular action?" he suggested. "Nothing strenuous. Just a little friendly cocksucking?"
Connie blushed. She didn't resist as he pulled her to him and mashed his mouth down on hers. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, nearly choking her with it. His hands felt down to her ass cheeks, mauling them through her shorts. Her huge tits were flattened against his chest.
"I couldn't believe your tits when you were jumping around out there," he said at last, pulling his mouth off her. "The way they jiggled and shimmied inside that sheer little suit of yours, shit, I just about tame in my pants watching you. I could see your nipples clear across the gym."
He was molding his fingers over her tits now, kneading the lush flesh like dough. He shoved his crotch at her, forcing her back against the wall. Her face was tense, but she wasn't resisting him. She was letting him do as he liked with her. She didn't object when he tugged down her tight top, then eased her tits out over it.
"Fuck, what gorgeous tits, little Connie!" he gasped. "That is your name, isn't it? I checked on it. I've had my eye on you for weeks."
"Mmmmm," answered Connie dreamily. She was getting a tingling sensation in her pussy again.
He suddenly backed off from her, hauled his T-shirt up over his head, and planted his feet firmly on the floor. He forced Connie to her knees on the cold tiles, arranging her so that her head was at his crotch level. Then he placed his hands on his hips and glared down at her confidently.
"Have you ever sucked cock, sweet Connie?" he sneered, shoving out his crotch. "Have you ever taken a guy's big, hard cock in your mouth and sucked it 'til he blasted his jism all over your tonsils?"
Connie stared at the growth in his shorts and shook her head slightly. Her head pounded, and she breathed deeply. She found the notion strangely appealing. It was something she ought to try, after all, if she wanted to gain a well-rounded knowledge of men and sex. It was one of those things which was so dirty that it was thrilling.
"Pull down my shorts. Sec what you can find in there," he instructed. "Then see if you know what to do with it."
Connie stuck her fingers into his shorts, and she pulled down gently, keeping her gaze glued to the lower part of his belly where the hair grew so thick. She could see the shape of his cock beneath the material but, suddenly, she had the shorts around his knees and his prick was bouncing in the air like a tree branch. She stared at his crotch, fascinated.
To her amazement, his cock wasn't fully erect. It was thick and heavy, and pointing to the ground at an angle. Puckered skin had begun to peel back to reveal his cockhead, all pink and shining. A purple vein in its side throbbed lightly, and there were little nubs, like goosebumps, she noticed, around the base of the cock.
"What do you think? Pretty nice, huh?" he snickered. He urged his hips forward, and his giant prick recoiled slightly in the air.
"Mmmmmm," murmured Connie. It was easily as big as the two cocks she'd had dealings with in the past few days, maybe bigger. It certainly looked thicker.
"Kiss it," he ordered. "Use your mouth on it, and see what happens."
He stood quite still with his hands on his hips, watching her.
Connie gripped her hands to the backs of his knees and inched her face forward. She planted a soft kiss on his down-turned prick just in back of his purple cock head. His fuck shaft veered a little to the left, and its trunk swung up a bit to scrape her cheek. She tried again and, this time, managed to use her lips more forcefully, so the bouncing cock was cranked backward.
"Not bad, not bad at all," he praised. "Now lick it. Use your tongue on it and have a little fun."
Again, Connie blushed. It was something she couldn't seem to stop herself from doing, no matter how many sexy situations she got herself into. She couldn't quite get used to people talking about sex so much while they were doing it. But it did turn her on and make her feel very excited and dirty.
Connie used her lips to try to capture his swinging cock and, at one point, she had her lips wrapped about his prick head, as if she were sucking on a pop bottle. But his growing fuck shaft always seemed to escape. It was getting more powerful, more elastic by the second.
"Use your hand, too," Mel instructed. "When you're sucking cock, you should really be jerking a guy off at the same time. That's what stirs up his jism. Your mouth is just extra trimming."
His cock was growing thicker all the time, and Connie was pleased. It meant she knew what she was doing, to some extent. But now, she did as she was told, curling her fingers round his trembling prick gently. She pumped it up and down in her fist two or three times.
She kissed it properly now that she had it in her fist, mashing her pretty lips against his pink satin prickhead. Then Connie dipped her head lower as she began licking his cock at its base. The pulsing purple vein felt very strange under her tongue. It was like a worm or something. She scraped her tongue up the length of his prick, as if she were licking an ice cream cone.
"Lick the balls too. Don't forget them," he reminded her. "Nothing like a sweet young tongue on your balls."
Obediently, Connie lowered her mouth to his balls, and she began kissing and licking. They swung every which way, as his cock had done earlier, and she had to chase them with her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around each ball in turn, licking it thoroughly, leaving tiny speckles of spit glistening on his ball-sac hairs.
"Here," he said suddenly, his voice tense. He put his hand in back of her neck and tilted back her head. Then he forced his body over her so that his balls scraped up and along her face. "Open your mouth! I'm gonna have you suck my balls for a while. Open your sweet littie mouth!"
Really, thought Connie, men were so silly. She'd never imagined such things went on. You could never predict what turned them on. Whoever would have thought that someone would get off on rubbing their balls all over a girl's face? But that was exactly what Mel was doing. He dragged his balls up one cheek, then down the other. He draped them over her nose and along her forehead.
She kept her mouth open, as instructed. He suspended his glistening ball-sac above the inviting pink hole like they were a small bunch of grapes. Then he lowered himself down and his dangling balls touched her gaping lips, then blocked the wet oval of her mouth completely. As he moved slightly from side to side, his whole ball-sac slipped inside Connie's pretty mouth.
"Oh yeah! That feels so nice! Suck 'em! Suck my balls, sweetheart! Yeah! Oh yeah!"
Connie's mouth was stuffed, but she did her best to wriggle her tongue and tickle his hairy ball-sac. Her cheeks were swelled out obscenely and her nostrils flared as she sucked in air. His balls seemed to be moving in her mouth, squishing from side to side as she ate him.
"Up and down, now. Up and down," he went on, and he began pulling his balls up from her mouth and dropping them again, letting them slip in and out of her gasping mouth in sequence. Sometimes only one ball fell inside her mouth. Sometimes both. Her tongue guided his sizzling balls back and forth.
Mel Hastings was having the time of his life.