Steve Golden: Suck hot sitter

"I tell you what. Next time, I may fuck you. If you're a very good little girl and don't tell a soul about what we've done here today. And if you get down on your hands and knees and beg me. But for now… I just want to cum all over these gorgeous tits of yours."

He swung a leg over Stacy's middle and settled his ass down onto her rib cage. His cock jutted out now like a steel bar, and he slotted it down into her cleavage. He grabbed both her hands and forced them to press her tits together on either side of his hard-on. The firm tit globes molded over his prick like heavy mounds of dough. He loved the feeling of having his prick surrounded by all that lush teenage tit flesh.

"Press your tits together hard over my cock, little girl," he instructed, his voice tense. "I'm going to fuck your tits till I shoot my load all over them. Oh, this feels good." He started humping back and forth, driving his huge cock up and down the trough between her tits.

The great purple head of his prick came into view each time he lunged forward. It loomed out over the hollow of her throat and almost bumped her under her chin. He held his hands over hers, forced her to press her tits together. His fuck-thrusts grew quicker, rougher. His balls scraped and squished against her rib cage.

"Such gorgeous teenage tits," he grunted. "I'm gonna drench them in cum. You ready, baby? You ready to have your big tits soaked with hot jizz?"

"Mmmmm, I guess so," Stacy muttered uncertainly.

"Then say it, bitch! Beg me to drench your tits with jizz!" he demanded.

"Yes," Stacy mumbled. "I want you to drench my tits with jizz. Please, Mr. Caldicott, soak my big tits with jizz!"

He loved the sound of her childish little voice using the dirty, dirty words. It gave him a very special thrill. And he vowed that he'd do his damnedest, over the next week or so, to get her to use such words as naturally as he did. She may have walked through his door today a sweet and innocent teenaged virgin, but she was going to leave with a lesson in hardcore sex that she'd never forget. And before he was through, this sweet and innocent little bitch would be doing things for him that a hardened whore wouldn't do.

"All over my titties!" Stacy raved, hardly understanding what she was saying. "Spray your jizz all over my big titties!"

Caldicott stared down into her face, at her big blue eyes and her full, pouty mouth. He gazed at her pretty turned-up nose with its delicate spray of freckles. And at her platinum blonde hair tied up in its two girlish bundles on either side of her head.

What a gorgeous little creature she was. And she was all his, to corrupt and abuse as he saw fit. She'd done a lot for him this afternoon, stripped nude and shown him her tits and her pink pussy. But this was nothing compared to what she was going to do for him in the future.

"All over my titties!" Stacy moaned. "Spray them with jizz!"

His cock seemed to have grown even bigger. Stacy swore that the cock shaft fucking back and forth between her tits was ten inches long. She was glad he hadn't shoved that big fucker inside her. She was curious now about fucking. She wanted to know what it was like. But Mr. Caldicott's cock would have been too much to take. He might have hurt her. There'd be other chances to experiment, to find out what real sex was all about. Tit-fucking wasn't bad, for starters.

"Here it comes, baby! Here comes one of the biggest loads of jizz you're ever likely to see!" Caldicott grunted.

He rammed his hard-on in and out of her cleavage with rough, vicious fuck-strokes. Something hot and sticky smashed Stacy under her chin, and suddenly her neck felt soaked with goo. She gazed up at Mr. Caldicott in alarm and watched him stop humping her and grab his cock from between her tits. He squeezed his prick and ran his hand up and down on it crazily. He was pointing the cock shaft down, directly at her quivering tits. He was moaning loudly, as if he were in pain.

"Oh, fuck, baby, feel that hot cum!" he raved. "Watch my jizz splatter your big bouncing tits!"

And as Stacy watched, his cock spurted a streamer of creamy cum right across her left tit. His cum looked like milk, or melted wax or something, Stacy thought, watching it slop as high as her shoulder and then slop back down over her tit. The jet of jism divided into two streams that curled down on either side of her nipple. She could feel the hot cum rolling down her skin.

This was his cum, his sperm, she realized dazedly. He was cumming, shooting hot wads of cum all over her. It was disgusting – but it was fascinating too. She couldn't take her eyes off his cum-spurting cock. "Feel it spurt, baby! Feel all the hot jizz!" he croaked.

Another jet of cum shot free and danced over her tight tit. Most of this jet spilled into her cleavage and rolled down between her tits heavily. Cum trickled down over her rib cage and onto her belly before pooling in the hollow of her navel. His fist was a blur of motion on his cock. And now jet after jet of hot cum was spurting free. The ropes of jism swirled in the air then fell directly onto Stacy's heaving tits.

Soon both her tits were awash with steaming cum. Rivulets of the stuff poured down and soiled her nipples then continued over the undersides of her tits onto her belly. Her upper body was streaked with white cock cream. This was the stuff that made babies, Stacy realized. And he seemed to have quarts of it to get rid of. What if he'd actually fucked her, and shot all this stuff off inside her? He would have ruptured her insides or something, surely.

"All over your tits, baby! Watch it drool!" he crowed. And he spurted one last jet of cum that hung across from one nipple to the other, before snapping down onto her belly. Cum dripped off both nipples like milk.

Stacy watched his cock deflate in his hand and then stared down at her soiled, cum- splattered -body, She was covered, from neck to belly, with silver cum. Her tits looked like they'd had a can of white paint spilled over them. it was gross. It was disgusting. But it was exciting, as well. She watched the jism drool down her chest as if she'd never seen anything so interesting.

And when Mr. Caldicott grabbed his camera and began taking photographs of her cum-splattered body, she didn't object. In fact, she decided she would ask him for copies of some of the shots he'd taken today. They showed a side of her she never knew existed, and she wanted to remember what had happened, stage by stage. So did Caldicott.

The shots he'd collected today were beyond his wildest dreams. He only hoped there'd be more, and wilder shots in the future. He wanted many, many photographs in his file marked: STACY, YOUNG STUFF.

"Smile for the camera now, Stacy," he coaxed. "That's a good girl."

Two days later, Stacy still couldn't believe what had happened between her and Mr. Caldicott. The whole thing seemed like some dirty wet dream. Taking all her clothes off had been bad enough. But then to let Mr. Caldicott ram his cock up and down between her tits like that, well, it was really shameful. And he'd shot off his white stuff, his cum, all over her, too. It really was disgusting. But it was exciting too, she had to admit.

Each time she thought about it, tingling sensations started down between her legs. She remembered how good it felt when he was using his mouth on her pussy. All kinds of warm melty feelings shot through her and it was wonderful. Mr. Caldicott had said she was cumming, whatever that meant. She was glad he hadn't put his thing, his cock, inside her. It was so huge, it would probably have hurt like crazy. But she was still curious to know what it felt like to be fucked. Her interest was well and truly aroused. If Mr. Caldicott's mouth could feel so great on her pussy. what would a stiff cock feel like down there?