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He ran his hands up the backs of her thighs as he ass-fucked her, up over the sheer dry material of her black stockings. The sight of her lovely slender legs encased in the black nylon only added to his excitement. And he traced his fingers farther, along the taut straps of her black garters as they stretched over her thighs and ass cheeks. He finally clutched at the rear strap of her garter belt and tugged it up high.

"You'll never know how good this feels," he moaned, slamming his cock up her ass yet again. "You're just so fucking tight, it's amazing!" He played with her garters and stockings some more, pulling them up high off her ass cheeks and letting them snap back harshly.

Stacy winced, but the discomfort was nothing compared to the feeling of his ten-inch prick up her asshole. She let him do as he liked.

She didn't complain when he began to slap her perfect little buns with the flats of his hands. The sound of the smacking only added to the weirdness of the fuck-session.

"Maybe next time I'll spank you right, little girl. What do you say?" he grunted, still fucking her. "Would you like me to take you over my knee and spank this trim little ass of yours?"

He was bringing his palms down harshly now against the curves of both her ass cheeks. Again and again he slapped her ass lightly, but hard enough to bring out red finger marks on the pale tender flesh. And all the time, he ass-fucked her without let-up.

"You didn't answer me, bitch! Would you like to be spanked next time, or what?"

"Whatever you say, Mr. Caldicott. I'll do whatever you want," Stacy moaned.

But deep inside, she was wondering if there'd be a next time. Not if she could help it. Mr. Caldicott was too kinky for her. There was no telling what he might want her to do next time. She had a feeling it might be a lot worse than spanking. "I think I'm gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna shoot my hot jizz up your sweet little asshole! " he howled. "Are you ready for it? Are you ready for an asshole full of hot cum?"

"Mmmmm! Do it! Shoot up my ass!" Stacy groaned, longing for the weird session to be over. "Spurt your cum up my asshole! Do it to me! Oh, fuck!"

Most of her discomfort had disappeared, and the pleasant sensations were spreading in her crotch. But she still wanted this to be over. She doubted she'd ever get used to ass-fucking. Maybe with someone she really liked, if he went slowly and gently. But Mr. Caldicott was anything but slow and gentle. He only thought of himself. And his cock was way too long and thick to be comfortable.

"Feel it shoot, baby! Any second!" he yelled. And he tugged on the rear strap of her garter belt as if he wanted to snap it. He fucked in and out wildly, his own ass flexing and twitching. Then he gave a loud groan and fell heavily on top of her, crushing her deep into the bed. He reached under and clawed at her tits. And he never stopped fucking her. His ass rose and fell and he buried his cock deep up her shit-chute. He shuddered against her.

His prick began spewing out great hot gobs of cum up Stacy's asshole. He buried his fucker to the hilt, and each time it spurted a hot wad of jism. Her asshole was awash with cum, totally plugged with quivering cock cream. The jizz overflowed and dribbled down over her gaping cunt. There were gross wet slurping sounds each time he forced his prick down through all the slimy cum.

"Feels so good, bitch! Fucking great to be cumming up your sweet ass!" he raved, pistoning his hips back and forth. His prick felt like it was being peeled up her tight asshole. But he couldn't stop fucking her.

"Mr. Caldicott! Oh fuck! Please stop!" Stacy cried, her face glistening with tears. "You'll split me in half with your big dick!"

He fucked his hard-on in and out of her ass without let-up, spurting gob after gob of steaming jism up her tight asshole.

He mauled her ass cheeks with one hand now and tugged on her garter belt with the other. It felt so good. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be shooting his cum-load up a sweet teenager's ass. He was learning all about the limits of sex from this innocent little bitch.

But he had a feeling she might hesitate to come back after this. The ass-fucking really seemed to bother her. If he was going to use her and abuse her anymore, he'd have to try some very special persuasion. He'd probably lost her trust for good today, he realized. But it had been worth it.

"So much cum, baby! So much hot cum shot off up your ass!" he groaned.

And after jabbing his cock to the balls up her cummy ass two or three more times, he came to a stop, his balls drained dry. He sank down on top of her again, his huge hard-on still embedded up her ass. And he pressed her small slender body deep into the bed.

Stacy was crying softly into her pillow like a very confused little girl. He nuzzled her ear and waited for his cock to go soft. He wondered if it ever would. This little girl had just taken him for the ride of his life. Ass-fucking would never be the same for him again.

Stacy was sore for the better part of a week.

She could barely sit down, her asshole was so tender. And the more she thought about it, the more pissed off she was at Caldicott. The guy was a real weirdo. He wasn't interested in normal sex at all. Everything he did to her was strange or kinky. The ass-fucking was the most shocking of all.

She'd gotten into it a little toward the finish, she had to admit. But in the days following, after thinking it over, she decided not to see the guy again. He could have hurt her, with that huge cock of his. It was enough to split most girls in half. Yet he'd shoved it up her ass anyway, thinking only of himself. She was determined not to see him again if he phoned.

There were better ways to spend her time. Like with Tim. He was her own age, after all. And she had a lot more in common with him. He might not be very experienced, but she could handle that. Nice guys were hard to find, and she was determined to appreciate him more. She went out with him several times during the week, mostly to movies. They talked a lot, and got to know each other better. And it wasn't till nearly the weekend that the question of sex between them came up again.

Tim's parents were out of town for a few days. He had the house all to himself, and he invited her over to keep him company. They both knew what that meant.

They were going to try fucking again. But Stacy hesitated. She was still sore from her ass-fucking. She consented to go see him, but she told him up front that she might not be able to fuck him. She said she'd explain once she arrived at his house…

He'd gone to a lot of trouble. There was a cozy den down in the basement of his parents' house. It had a huge fireplace with a thick rug spread out in front of it. And when Stacy arrived, the lights were low and the place was warm and romantic. Tim had actually chilled some wine, and they sat on the rug in front of the fire and cuddled for a while. Tim didn't try to make any moves on her. He waited patiently for her to explain her problem to him.

"This is really nice, Tim," she said at last, meaning every word. "And I'd really like to make it with you again. But I don't think I can. I'm real sore from something weird that happened to me last week."

"Something weird?"

She hesitated. She wanted to be honest with Tim, to explain to him properly what her problem was. But she wasn't sure how he'd react. If she told him about Mr. Caldicott, would he be jealous? Would he be pissed off and ask her to leave? Maybe he wouldn't want to see her again at all. She decided to tell him anyway.

"I've been seeing this older man, Tim," she began. "I'm not going to tell you his name, so don't ask. Anyway, he's kind of strange, and he does weird things to me."

"Yeah? Like what?" Tim asked. He felt a terrible pang of jealousy go through him, but he was curious too. He wanted to know what older guys did with beautiful teenaged girls like Stacy.