by Ray Gordon
Harry moved forward and pressed his mouth to my bald sex lips, kissing me there. His slow approach had heightened my arousal to the point where my vaginal milk was decanting freely from my tight slit. I’d have thought that he’d have almost torn my clothes off in his eagerness to get his hands on my teenage body, but he obviously had respect for the female form. Still, I was sure that he was a dirty old pervert at heart.
His fingers opened my sex valley wide and his tongue entered my wet hole. He sucked out my flowing juices as John moved in and squeezed the firm mounds of my young breasts. To have two men attending my feminine needs was heavenly. I breathed deeply as John sucked on each ripe nipple in turn and Harry tongued my hot vagina. My heart racing as Harry slurped at my vaginal hole and John bit gently on my erect nipples, I wondered whether other old men would pay me for the pleasure of my teenage body. I could earn a fortune, I thought happily. And derive immense sexual pleasure from my new job.
Harry finally stood upright and unbuckled his belt. John stepped back. As Harry dropped his trousers, I gazed in awe at his huge cock. I’d never seen one so big, and I was sure that I’d split open if he tried to push it into my young vagina. John too looked at Harry’s cock in amazement and I reckoned that he was feeling inadequate. What the hell was I supposed to do with it? I wondered as Harry asked me to kneel down. I doubted that I’d get his ballooning knob into my mouth, let alone into my tight pussy.
Following Harry’s instructions, I ran my tongue up and down his veined shaft and licked his scrotum. He gasped and shuddered and his cock twitched as I ran my tongue close to his purple knob, but he ordered me not to suck it. He was obviously enjoying my intimate attention and didn’t want to shoot his spunk too soon. I spent several minutes licking his cock and kissing his balls, and I could hardly wait to take his bulbous globe into my sperm-thirsty mouth and suck hard. Sinking my teeth gently into his huge rod, nibbling the soft flesh of his scrotum, I felt my vaginal milk flowing and my clitoris swelling expectantly.
At last instructing me to suck his knob, Harry let out a rush of breath as I took his massive plum into my mouth and rolled my tongue over its velveteen surface. It was huge, bloating my mouth and stretching my red lips as I licked and sucked, and I wondered how much sperm he’d be able to produce. As I wrapped my fingers around his solid shaft, I also wondered whether he’d be able to manage more than one orgasm. To feel his magnificent cock stretching my small vagina open to capacity would be heavenly, I thought as I fondled his full balls and wanked his fleshy prick.
His body became rigid and his cock-shaft swelled in my hand before his knob exploded in orgasm and a gush of creamy liquid flooded my cheeks. Clutching my head, Harry rocked his hips and fucked my mouth as I breathed heavily through my nose and repeatedly swallowed hard. I thought that his knob was going to drive down my throat as he mouth-fucked me and my oral cavity overflowed. His sperm streamed down my chin and splattered my naked tits. My eyes were popping out of my head and I also thought that I was going to choke.
I sucked the remnants of sperm from Harry’s deflating knob and I panted for breath as he finally slipped his cock out of my mouth and released my head. Coughing and spluttering, I gazed in awe as his horselike cock hung over his balls. It was massive, I thought again. There was no way he’d be able to force it into my small pussy. As Harry stepped aside and John stood in front of me with his cock standing to attention, I parted my sperm-glossed lips and took John’s knob into my creamy-wet mouth.
John gasped as I licked his beautiful glans and wanked his rock-hard shaft. He was nowhere near as big as Harry, but I wasn’t going to complain. Two cocks, two loads of fresh spunk . . . and I was being paid for the pleasure. I’d have had to work at the store for several days to earn this sort of money, I reflected as I kneaded John’s full balls. This was prostitution, although I didn’t look at it that way. But it was also easy money and incredibly sexually satisfying. There was no way I was going to give up my new job, I thought happily.
Harry knelt behind me and pulled my hips up so that my naked buttocks jutted out, and I knew that he was ready to fuck me. As his huge knob ran up and down my juice-dripping vaginal slit I wondered how old men had such amazing staying power. Parting my knees wider, I squealed through my nose as he forced his bulbous knob into the tight entrance to my teenage vagina. He’d never do it, I thought anxiously, almost choking on John’s knob as he rammed it to the back of my throat. Harry’s shaft entered me, my vaginal muscles stretched to capacity, and I thought that the delicate flesh of my inner cunt lips would tear open as his ballooning knob finally pressed hard against my ripe cervix.
‘She’s a tight little beauty,’ Harry breathed.
‘She’s perfect in every way,’ John said.
‘You’re right there. Her body is perfect, and it’s all ours.’
My lower stomach ballooned with every thrust of Harry’s gigantic cock and I moaned through my nose as John pumped my bloated mouth full of creamy-smooth spunk. Swallowing hard as I wanked his shaft, I listened to the sound of flesh slapping flesh as Harry quickened his shafting rhythm. My naked body rocked back and forth with the double-ended fucking, my solid clitoris massaged by Harry’s wet shaft, I knew that I was about to reach my orgasm as John’s sperm-flow ceased. Gobbling and sucking, I sank my teeth into his deflating cock as he tried to pull away.
My pulsating clitoris erupted in orgasm as Harry’s knob swelled and then flooded my contracting vagina with fresh spunk. I thought that I was taking the full length of his massive cock deep into my young body – I could feel his knob throbbing inside me as if it was embedded deep within my stomach while his spunk overflowed and sprayed my inner thighs. Never had I known anything like it. Slurping away on John’s wilting cock as my inflamed vaginal throat swallowed Harry’s cream, I knew that I’d reached the bottom of the pit of depravity as I revelled in the crude double fucking of my teenage body.
Dizzy with sex, I finally collapsed on the floor as Harry yanked his cock out of my spunked vagina with a loud sucking sound and John’s penis left my mouth. Spunk was flowing in torrents from the gaping hole of my pussy, the taste of male cream lingered on my tongue . . . I’d been well and truly fucked senseless, but I knew that my beautiful ordeal was far from over as the men continued to talk about my naked body. They hadn’t finished with me yet.
As they rolled me onto my back and spreadeagled my limbs, I closed my eyes and allowed them to squeeze the firm mounds of my young breasts and finger the sperm-drenched sheath of my inflamed vagina. They were insatiable, I thought, wondering what other crude sexual acts they were about to commit on my young body. I felt completely relaxed as they sucked on the sensitive teats of my nipples and fingered my aching cunt. I felt no shame, no embarrassment or guilt . . . only pure sexual bliss.
As they feasted on my naked body, I wondered what Alan was doing. Was he studying in his bedroom? Was he looking at the clock, wondering whether I’d call round to see him? I should never have got involved with him, I thought as several fingers opened my vaginal cavity to the extreme. If he could see me now, I thought as my outer sex lips were stretched wide apart and my erect clitoris was forced out from beneath its pinken hood. What would he think? What the hell would he say?
The two men may have been old, but they were very strong. As John lay on the floor, Harry lifted my naked body and plonked me on top of John on all fours as if I weighed nothing. I felt like a rag doll as I was positioned correctly with the gaping hole of my cunt hovering above John’s solid cock – it had obviously revived swiftly after the blow job I’d just given it. Harry knelt behind me and parted the firm cheeks of my bottom as John forced his solid penis deep into my spunk-bubbling vagina, and I knew now what they planned to do to my teenage body.
‘No,’ I gasped as Harry’s bulbous knob pressed hard against the tight ring of my anus.
‘Relax,’ John said, with a chuckle. ‘You know that you love a good arse-fucking, so just loosen up.’
‘It
won’t fit,’ I said, staring into his dark eyes. ‘Please – I’ll tear open.’
‘It’ll fit,’ Harry said, his knob pushing harder against the delicate flesh surrounding my tightly closed bottom-hole.
He was right, I thought as his knob slipped past my defeated anal sphincter muscles. I could feel his shaft stretching my rectum wide open as his prick journeyed along my restricted duct deep into the dank heat of my bowels. Even with John’s rock-hard cock bloating my vaginal canal, my rectal duct managed to expand to accommodate Harry’s huge shaft. I could hardly believe it as they rocked their hips and found their thrusting motions. My pelvic cavity inflating and deflating, I’d never have thought that I’d be able to take two cocks at once in my small sex holes. Harry was right: it did fit.
Two old men, two hard cocks in my holes . . . I’d plunged even deeper into the pit of depravity, and I knew that I’d never climb out. The worrying thing was that I didn’t want to climb out. This was the real me, I realised as the two knobs rubbed together through the thin membrane dividing my sex sheaths. The nymphomaniac within me had surfaced and I knew that I’d never look back. Ali the slut had roused my inner desires. Now I wasn’t playing the role of a slut, I was a slut. The truth sank in at long last and I also realised that Ali the prude had gone for ever. I was now going to have to play the role of Ali the innocent, which was no longer me. I could do it with ease, I decided as I listened to the squelching sounds of spunk and girl juice. As long as I didn’t make any mistakes I could get away with it.
As the men gasped and my naked body rocked back and forth, I thought about my twin sister. When I finally met up with her I was going to have to play Ali the prude. I instinctively knew that a nightmare lay ahead. My parents would want to meet the other Ali, I might meet her parents and . . . and our mutual friends would see us together and the truth would come out. I’d been playing the role of my twin, and the truth was bound to come out.
As Harry’s spunk jetted from his throbbing knob and flooded my bowels, John released a deluge of sperm into the contracting sheath of my inflamed vagina. Two cocks were fucking me simultaneously, I mused again as my clitoris pulsated in the beginnings of orgasm. I was in my sexual heaven, I knew as my climax erupted and shook my teenage body to the core. The three-way coupling was the best sex I’d ever had, and I knew that I’d be entertaining the old men again. Maybe John had another friend, I thought in the grip of my debauchery. Three cocks fucking all three holes and filling my young body with fresh spunk? Sheer sexual ecstasy.
My orgasm finally faded as the men’s cocks slipped out of my burning ducts. I rolled off John and lay on the floor beside him, panting for breath. I was exhausted, but I knew that the men hadn’t finished with me yet. They were insatiable, I thought as they talked about swapping places and doing my arse and my cunt again. As they knelt either side of my head, I gazed at their flaccid cocks hanging over their balls. John grabbed a cushion from the sofa and placed it beneath my head, and I knew what they wanted me to do. I managed to take both their knobs into my mouth and sucked and gobbled, savouring the taste of sperm and vaginal milk as their shafts began to stiffen. Did my mother suck my father’s cock? Did my father lick my mother’s pussy? I found myself wondering. I couldn’t imagine my parents having sex, let alone enjoying a mutual mouth-fucking.
I was eighteen years old, I thought as the knobs swelled and bloated my mouth. A young teenage girl, and I’d become a prostitute. The notion didn’t bother me any more. Why should it bother me? It wasn’t as if I was walking the streets looking for clients. I was working, having fantastic sex and earning money. And I was making two old men very happy. As I sucked and licked the bulbous knobs, I wondered how many old men looked at teenage girls and thought their wicked thoughts. It was a shame that more young girls didn’t share their beautiful bodies with the older generation. It seemed that, once a man reached middle age, he had only memories of young girls. But I was doing my bit to help, I thought happily.
‘Like it?’ John asked me, looking down at my bulging eyes, my lips stretched tautly around the two knobs.
‘Mmm,’ I mumbled, breathing through my nose.
‘Enjoying your double mouth-spunking?’ Harry asked me, with a chuckle.
‘Of course she is,’ John said. ‘Young Ali was made for fucking and spunking.’
‘You’re right there. Firm little titties, a hairless cunt and . . .’
Listening to them talking about my young body, I wondered whether Jackie would like to join me in my new business venture. She had no direction in life, she didn’t know what she wanted . . . Why not join me and earn some real money? She was young and had a good body, and I was sure that my clients would love to have two naked girls to play with. She’d either jump at the chance or never speak to me again, I thought. She was a slut, but she might draw the line at prostitution.
My mouth bloated to the extreme, I almost choked as the men pumped out their spunk. I swallowed hard again and again, but I was on my back so my mouth flooded and the male cream ran down the sides of my face. I could feel the spunk flowing into my ears as the men shuddered and gasped. My hair would be matted, I knew as I drank the fresh cream, and I imagined my mother asking me what on earth I’d been up to. I needed two sets of clothes, I decided. I could sneak into the back garden and change in the shed, clean myself up and change into the innocent young girl they knew.
The knobs finally left my spunk-bubbling mouth. I sat up and coughed and spluttered as the men sat on the sofa. They were exhausted and couldn’t manage another erection, I was sure as I gazed at their limp cocks. They’d certainly had their money’s worth, I thought as I eyed the cash on the coffee table. One hundred pounds, I thought excitedly. I could buy some more clothes, make-up and . . . I couldn’t believe it when Harry asked me to finger myself and masturbate. He wanted to watch me writhe on the floor in the grip of an orgasm, but I was sure that I couldn’t manage it.
‘I’ve never seen a young girl bring herself off,’ he said, chuckling as he grinned at me.
‘Me neither,’ John rejoined. ‘Go on, Ali, give yourself a good seeing-to.’
‘I . . . I don’t think I can,’ I said quietly, lying back on the floor with my legs wide open. ‘I’ll try, but I don’t think I can manage to come again.’
I reached beneath my thighs and drove two fingers into the sperm-slippery sheath of my vagina, massaging my sensitive clitoris with my free hand. Closing my eyes as I felt my clitoris swell, I thought that I might be able to manage one more orgasm. I should have brought my new vibrator with me, I thought, wondering whether John had sent it to me. My clitoris responded beautifully to my intimate caress and my vaginal muscles tightened, gripping my thrusting fingers. I arched my back as my naked body shook uncontrollably.
I’d lost count of the number of orgasms that I’d had that day, but I knew that I was about to enjoy another one as my heart raced and my young womb contracted. I could hear the men whispering, sharing their dirty thoughts about my teenage body, as I cried out in the grip of a massive climax. Whimpering and writhing on the floor with my legs wide open and my gaping vaginal slit displayed, I felt my girl-milk gush from my fingered sex hole and splatter my inner thighs. The men cheered, praising me as I sustained my beautiful orgasm, and I knew that they’d want to visit me again and again.
My pussy felt as if it was on fire as I slowed my masturbating rhythm and quivered in the aftermath of my incredible orgasm. I couldn’t take any more sex, I knew as I slipped my wet fingers out of my hot hole and panted for breath. I was awash with spunk, exhausted and sore, and I couldn’t take any more. I protested as Harry rolled me over onto my stomach and stroked the smooth flesh of my firm buttocks. He spanked my naked bottom, chuckling wickedly as I tried to escape. John leaped off the sofa and pinned me down, allowing Harry to thrash my naked bum until my cheeks glowed.
‘You’re an angel,’ Harry said, finally halting the gruelling spanking.
‘I’m knackered,’ I cried, at last
escaping and leaping to my feet. ‘You’ve worn me out.’
‘Dress now,’ John said, grabbing his trousers. ‘You’ve earned your money, Ali. You’re bloody amazing.’
‘I don’t like being spanked,’ I replied, covering my sperm-dripping pussy with my flimsy thong.
‘You need a good thrashing now and then,’ Harry said as he dressed. ‘Young girls need spanking.’
‘And old men need . . . I don’t know what they need.’
‘They need young girls like you, Ali.’ He turned to John and grinned. ‘Tomorrow evening all right with you?’
‘Yes, if Ali can make it.’
‘I can make it,’ I said, grabbing the cash from the table. ‘Have the money ready for me.’
‘And you have your sweet little cunt ready for us.’
Showing me to the front door, John thanked me for allowing his friend to join us. I gave him my new mobile-phone number before leaving and suggested that I might entertain other friends of his. He smiled and said that he did indeed have another friend who would be very interested. Apparently he too was in his sixties and would love to get his hands on a horny teenage girl. And he had money. I told John to ring me and let me know how many men would be at his place the following evening. The more dirty old men, the better? I wasn’t sure what I was letting myself in for as I said goodbye.
I cut through the park, hoping that I could get into the house without my parents seeing me. My hair was matted with sperm and I looked a real mess, a right slut. As I walked past the bench I thought again about hiding a set of clothes in the garden shed.
I suddenly remembered that I’d arranged to meet Ian in the park. I was in no state to entertain another man, I reflected as I walked briskly across the park. I didn’t even know Ian and should never have given him a blow job, let alone arranged to see him again.
As I passed the woods edging the park I heard someone calling me. It was Ian, I was sure, but I didn’t turn round to look. I didn’t need twenty pounds, I thought as he called out again. I had earned more than enough cash for one day and I certainly didn’t need any more. I didn’t need another mouthful of spunk, either. I could hear him running, catching up with me, so I finally turned and faced him.