Connie did as she was told, waiting passively there while his jerking, twisting cock bobbed inches from her wide-open lips. This was definitely the weirdest experience she'd ever had. And she used to think sex was always done in bed, with the man on top and the girl underneath. She used to think it had to do with love and stuff. So much for romance.
"Ohhhnnn! Eat it, bitch! Eat it!" Mel croaked suddenly, his body writhing. He was going wild.
Thrusting his cock up to within an inch of Connie's gaping red mouth, he shot off a huge, twirling knot of cum straight into her waiting mouth. It all spat inside, spun over her outstretched tongue, and gathered in a steaming pool at the back of her throat. She remembered at the last second not to swallow it. She held it there and waited for more.
But Mel was pulling his cock back, tilting it up at an angle, aiming it up her face. His fist was a jerking blur on his twitching prick. A monstrous wad of jism, over a foot long, spurted up her cheek, over the bridge of her nose, and across her lovely forehead before disappearing into the roots of her golden hair. "Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" Connie gasped, clenching her eyes shut tight. It felt like something heavy had been draped across her features.
"Fantastic. Fantastic," Mel groaned. He shifted his cock over to her other cheek and another thick twine of silver jism jetted up her face.
This jet rode up one cheek, bounced up the center of her clenched eyelid, soiled her eyebrow, and was halfway across her forehead when it seemed to run out of steam. What was left of it fell down the other side of her face just to the left of her nose, crossing the first blast at an angle. It oozed over her top lip and slipped into her open mouth, hanging like taffy off her tooth.
"Jesus Christ!" Mel gasped. He could barely believe he was doing such a thorough job of messing up Connie's face. "Eat it, bitch! Eat it!"
Yet another gigantic ribbon of cum spurted from his jerking cockhead. This one blasted right up the center of her face, up along the ridge of her pretty turned-up nose and right between her eyes. It divided her forehead in two, then was deflected by her hairline. It bounced to the right over her hair then, at her temple, began rolling back down her cheek to her jawline. From there, it dripped silver pearls to her neck.
"I'm covering you in jizz. Oh fuck! Spurting all my cum in your face!" he groaned. He sounded as though he didn't believe it.
"Ggglllggg!" Connie gagged. She believed it only too well. She felt as though she were being slapped repeatedly with a wet rag.
Mel crammed his cockhead between her lips, let it spurt once, twice, inside, until her mouth was so full of cum that it was dripping out over her lips, spilling down her chin like white glue. Then he withdrew and let the rest of his juice splat into her face again.
It only spurted one time, a thick, fast tracer that hit the side of her nose, then ricocheted up over her eye to dangle like a heavy silver teardrop from her eyelashes. Then his cock simply drooled jizz like a leaky faucet, and he let it soil her face with white circles of jism the size of silver dollars.
"Ggglllggg!" gurgled Connie. Her mouth was a mass of white cobwebs. They hung off her top lip and coated her tongue, dancing across the painted oval of her mouth. Cum oozed over her lower lip and drooled down her chin until it dripped in long ropes to her tits. White streamers rolled down her cleavage, and cum dripped off one nipple like milk.
"Let it go. Let it spill out your mouth!" Mel yelled, half out of his mind with pleasure. "Yeah, like that! Yeah!"
Connie forced up all the cum collected in her mouth and throat. Her tongue forced it higher in a silver pool until her lips were joined by one deep pond of creamy white jism. Then it all overflowed, making her whole lower face shine with cum. The blonde looked like she'd been hit in the mouth with a snowball.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" croaked Mel. Ribbons of snaking silver spunk crisscrossed her face. She was barely recognizable. It hung on her, and she seemed lost in a daze under it. Mel nudged her cheek with his cockhead.
Connie clung to the backs of his thighs with her fingers and kept quite still, as if she didn't want to disturb all the wriggling mass of cum streamers. She let what jizz was left in her mouth spill out freely down her chin, not caring how much more she messed herself up. She clenched her eyes shut tight for fear of stinging them with the oceans of cum.
"Jesus, girl, you're a mess," Mel wheezed, his voice near to normal. "I've never seen a girl covered in so much jizz before. I didn't know I could spurt so much. Shit, what a mess."
He rubbed his cockhead back and forth across her mouth, smearing the spilled jism all over her chin. He watched strings of cum drip and splash to her tits. And then he forced his prick back between her lips, plunging what was left in her mouth back into her throat. He began to fuck her face softly with his still strong cock.
"Suck it clean now, Connie. That's a good little girl," he said. "After all, you're responsible for this mess."
CHAPTER FIVE
Connie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom and examined herself carefully. The teenager wasn't sure what she was looking for; she was just curious. Both boys and full-grown men became excited at the sight of her, and they all wanted to do dirty things to her. She wanted to know why. Maybe a good long look at herself would give her some answers.
She was nude but for her panties, a tiny triangle of white lace at her crotch. Her tits hung heavy but high on her chest, golden and luscious, separated slightly by their weight. Her nipples stuck up high, as usual, tough brown buttons that looked as though they should have ornaments dangling from them. Her pretty navel winked back at her from the center of her flat, golden belly.
Well, I'm certainly built sexily, she admitted, stroking her fingers down her thighs. But then, so were lots of girls her age. There must be something else about her that made men want to drop their pants at the sight of her, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She stepped closer to the mirror and stared into her eyes.
Maybe that was it. Maybe it was the innocence in her face. She had the body of a full-grown woman and the face of a young teenager. It might be the combination of the two things that drove men crazy. Maybe they wanted to spoil her innocence, to corrupt her or something, make her feel dirty. Why else had Mel Hastings wanted to jack off into her face?
She took one more look into her blue eyes, then stepped back from the mirror. The flash of pale lace at her crotch caught her attention, and she slowly hooked both her thumbs under the elastic waistband at her hips. She forced downwards, and the white triangle slid lower, inch by inch, revealing a sliver, then a whole swath of bristling blonde pubic hair.
There sure was a lot of hair down there, she thought, easing her panties farther and farther down her hips. It had all sprouted almost overnight, too. One day she'd had no hair at all down there, her pussy had been completely clear, just like when she was a little girl. Then, in a matter of days – well, weeks, anyway – the great blonde bush had grown. And her pussy seemed to have changed with it.
She had the panties down off her crotch completely now, stretched tight between the tops of her slender thighs. Connie sat on the bed, still in front of the mirror, and placed her fingers on each of her pulpy outer cunt lips. She massaged her fingers around, then pried her cunt lips apart at the same time. She stared into the mirror, fascinated.
Ragged hunks of pink pussy tissue burst out from between the hairy slabs of her outer cunt lips. There was a weird oval of skin, like a mouth turned on end, and on top of this a swollen button of pink flesh. More slices of raw meat oozed out, like petals of some exotic plant. And the whole mass started to gleam brightly, dampened by her warm cunt juice.