Cindy Sparkler was a very lovely twenty-year-old girl. She had long strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. She was quite a knockout with her long slim legs and exciting figure.
She had just moved to New York, and she was having the time of her life. It was all fun and games for her, even though she worked for a living. But with Daddy supplying the money that was really needed, she didn't worry herself too much over the rent.
She had wanted to date that handsome salesman, Ron Priestly. He was someone who made her spine tingle, just by walking by and saying hello. She had to have him.
When he asked her out for a date, she had to force herself to speak and not to shout her acceptance. She was hot for him, and found it hard to control herself during the date they had.
Instead, they ended up at her apartment very early in the evening. She was more than anxious to get to him. He caressed her in his arms, as they rested on the couch.
He looked into her eyes, and winked at her. He always fell in love with his woman. Cindy was long gone for him. She wanted him deep inside her. She kissed him firmly on the mouth, and let her hand drop into his lap.
"Oh, Ron," she said, "I'm awfully sorry. How clumsy of me."
But her eyes told the real story, and Ron read them correctly. He forced his mouth over hers, crushing her to him. He grunted as she pressed her knee into his crotch.
They rubbed and writhed together on the couch, until they couldn't take it a moment longer. She wanted him right then, in the living room, right here, fully dressed.
He massaged his way up her thigh, gaining confidence each moment. He rubbed his hand against her crotch, and then, in a fit of passion, pulled at the elastic around her hips. He tugged until her flesh was bare to his touch. She shrieked as he freed his huge phallus and placed it against her leg. He wasn't going to take no for an answer, and she loved it. She forced herself down toward the pleasure that awaited her.
He held her firmly as he felt his flesh meet hers, warm and wet. He knew that they were meant to love and lust. It was wonderful to hear her cries of passion as he buried his needs in her.
CHAPTER ONE
Cindy pressed herself against Ron. She was hot for him, and she knew that she would never be able to make it through the next two hours if she didn't have some love from him.
Ron Priestly edged away from Cindy a bit, not entirely sure that he was reading her just right. His heart pounded from the excitement that he was starting to feel, but he just didn't trust the situation yet.
Even though this was their first date, Cindy had been waiting for a chance to get close to him for a long time. She had watched him almost every day at the office, and she was thrilled that she was now so very close to him.
During the summer, when he had carried his tan so beautifully, she had died inside, wanting to see all of it. She was horny for him, and when he finally asked her out yesterday, she found it hard to answer normally.
Inside, she had been bursting with pleasure. She wanted to scream and throw her arms around him and tell him that she had been waiting for him to show some interest in her.
But she wasn't entirely liberated. She knew some girls who made passes, and they usually got turned down flat. She didn't want that. Anyway, there were plenty of guys who found her attractive.
That was just it, though. She had lots of offers, but she wanted Ron. She wanted to know what he was like in bed. She wanted to know whether he wore shorts or briefs, or did he wear those newer bikini briefs?
All this ran through her head, as they waited outside the movie theater. Everyone wanted to see this great, sensational movie, "Wings," that was about a huge bird that would pick people up and carry them away.
Personally, she didn't care about it at all, but Ron seemed anxious to see it, after all he had asked her to go with him. He had really asked her! He wanted to be with her.
That meant more than anything, and she would have sat through a rodeo to be with him. She would have gone to see a bonfire by the East River for him. As long as they could be together.
The chatter they had shared earlier, during a light dinner had dwindled, so they just stood next to each other in the fall night. The wind was beginning to get colder all the time.
Cindy looked up at him, and smiled to herself. He was one of the best-looking salesmen in the office. She had wanted him every since she started working at Marvel Paper Company.
Rod was in the office and printers' section of the company, though the company manufactured and sold every kind of paper that was in use in the country at that time.
Ron was slick and sophisticated. He was older than she was. He dressed well, and he made good money, or so she had heard.
"I didn't think that they would be lining up so soon. Not on a weekday night. I hope you don't mind waiting. Are you chilly?"
He looked at her, and Cindy realized that he was referring to the pressure of her body against his.
"Oh, no, not at all."
She smiled up at him, making sure that she sent her meaning along to him. She didn't want him unaware of her passion. Somehow all this preliminary stuff seemed very artificial.
All she really wanted from him was a good lay, and then she was going to get a good night's sleep. Work the next morning, and then another date the next night.
Life was pretty good. It was great to be twenty years old, and on her own in The Big Apple. Everything was just the way that she thought it would be.
Ron was a little shaken from the way that she answered him. He didn't know if he should make a try for her now or wait till they were in her apartment. That was the way that he usually did it.
But then, she was an exception. She was younger than the other girls he usually dated. He was going to be thirty next month, and he liked to date girls closer to his own age.
But Cindy Sparkler was an exception. It took him more than a week to get over her name. He didn't believe that anyone was born with a name like that.
Fortunately for him, Ron found out from one of the other salesmen that she was very touchy about her name. Something about everyone teasing her from the time she could remember.
But her strawberry blonde hair, and her green eyes were enough to make him willing to call her anything. She was slim, middle in height, but her legs were great.
Cindy always wore the wildest clothes, and everybody in the office noticed her. That was the main reason for Ron waiting until now to ask her out. He didn't want to be like everyone else, rushing her off her feet.
Besides, he had been involved with that luscious Valerie back then. He wasn't in the market for any new flesh just then. And it turned out to be the right move.
He was pleased when Cindy accepted his offer right away. He didn't know what to expect from her. Most of the guys tried to date her and the ones who did said that she was all right.
A lot of the guys his age were married, though, so they didn't know anything about her. One or two of them tried to date her, but she turned them down. She didn't want to know any married guys, she said.
Ron was home free. He was a bona fide bachelor. Never been married at all. He loved his freedom and he made full use of it.
One thing did puzzle him though. Every time that he got involved with a girl, he fell for her and stayed with her until she dumped him. He felt himself going down into the abyss of love over and over again.
Just the same, he managed nicely when he broke up with the girls. He was never quite that broken up that he couldn't ask the next one for a date.
Cindy was getting a little chilled waiting there, but she didn't want to seem like a drag on their first date. Her gray blazer fit perfectly, and that left no room for pulling it around her.
She shivered involuntarily, and Ron automatically put his arm around her. That was allowed on a first date, no matter what the feeling. He smiled down at her with a solicitous look in his eye.
"Are you sure you don't mind waiting? It is a little chilly tonight."
This was her chance. He hadn't bought the tickets yet, and she might be able to have the best of everything. She just had to be careful in the w ay that she phrased it.
"I do want to see the movie, Ron, but I guess that I didn't realize we would be out here. I'm not "dressed warm enough."
She sniffed as she smiled up at him.
He could feel her body, soft and yielding against his, and his blood raced a bit faster than it had been before. He knew the signals very well.
"Say, why don't we get inside somewhere?
We can come to see the movie again some other night."
That was great for Cindy to hear. That said that he wanted to see her again. She couldn't argue with the logic of that. They had had dinner, and they could go someplace else. But she wanted to go to bed.
"Would you mind, Ron?"
"Of course not. Why didn't you say something?"
"Well, I do want to see the movie, and I know that you want to see it, too."
"The silly movie isn't as important as you. You could catch cold. I don't think that would be very nice."
"Well, my boss wouldn't like it, that's for sure."
"Well, what do you suggest that we do?"
"I don't want this to sound bad, Ron, but would you mind if-"
"If what?"
"If you took me home? I would love to sit on the couch and just relax with you. Does that sound too dull for you?"
The blood raced a bit faster through his veins. He was getting the scent of the prey. He smiled down at her, and pulled her into him a bit more.
"No, I think that would be just wonderful. I'll get a cab."
Cindy pressed herself into him as the cab jostled them together during the ride to her apartment. She felt the warmth of the cab making her more comfortable, and she relaxed.
Ron slipped his arm around her and she turned to look at him. But as she did, they kissed, and the sparks of electricity flew through her as she felt his soft lips on hers.
She felt herself getting warmer, and just as she began to get ready for some more contact with him, the cabbie's voice rasped through the protective plating in front of them.
"Which side of the street?"
"Hmmm, uh, this side is fine."
Cindy pulled herself back into the seat as the cab lurched to a stop just as the light turned red. She reached for the door handle and breathed in the cool October air while she waited for Ron.
The cabbie threw her a look while she was waiting, but it wasn't offensive. It was simply the look of the New York cabbie. He doesn't see very much, but then he sees everything.
Ron put his arm around her again, but it wasn't demanding as his kiss had been.
"Which way?"
"Just down the street. It's a one way going the wrong way. It's easier just to walk in the block."
The street was empty of pedestrians, since it was a residential block. The lights glowed-behind the curtains and Venetian blinds. The hum of life went on in the thousands of private stories behind each front door.
"How do you like living in New York?"
"I love it, I really do."
"You're not scared? Almost every girl I talk to, is afraid of it."
"No, I watch myself, but I haven't had anything go wrong at all. I mean it. I love the vibrations that I get from this city."
"Well, you're the first one who likes it here."
She reached in her pocketbook for her keys while she continued her conversation.
"I don't know why people force themselves to live here, if they don't like it. Why don't they go someplace that is nice and safe and very dead?"
They stopped in front of a newer building, and Ron was impressed. Most of the girls that he dated lived in cheaper places, or else they were living three to a bedroom.
"Nice building. It mustn't be bad living here."
"It's very nice, really."
The doorman smiled at her, but eyed Ron in a covert way. He noticed everything. He was used to seeing her come in with other men, but never so early.
"Do you mind if I get my mail?"
"No, of course not."
Cindy managed to get the mailbox open, and when she saw the letter in the box, she smiled.
"Good news?"
"Good old Daddy. Never late."
They rode up in the elevator and then it made sense to Ron. She must be supported by her family. No one else could afford such an apartment building on her salary.
Ron was even more surprised when she opened the door to her apartment. It was furnished very nicely. Not at all what one would expect in a single girl's apartment.
To begin with, all the furniture matched. There was a rug on the floor, and a large television. He looked around while she took her blazer and her shoes off.
"Do you like it?"
"It's more than I would have expected from someone your age, living alone."
"I know. I know. My parents fixed it up before I moved in. I'm not crazy about it, but it's home."
She walked over to Ron, and got up on her toes. She planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"How dumb. I should have picked up a bottle of wine."
"I've got some things in the apartment. Just take a look."
She walked over to a cabinet and opened the bottom part of it. He looked into it to see an array of bottles that was rather decent for anyone to have.
"I'll have some scotch, please."
Ron sat on the couch, as she fixed his drink. It seemed rather strange. She was the youngest of the girls that he had dated, but she had the most. It was a little backwards for him.
Cindy pulled ice out of the refrigerator tray, trying not to bang it too hard, so that he wouldn't come into the kitchen. She hadn't washed the dishes for three days, and they were stacked in the sink.
Dishes were the one thing that would overwhelm her every time. She managed to make up the bed, and do the laundry. But the dishes drove her wild. She would leave them all there until she ran out of dishes, and then she w ould spend an hour just washing them.
Even though she hated that procedure, she didn't know of a better way to cope with the situation. She filled the small glass with ice, and then poured the scotch whiskey over it. She made it a strong drink, since she didn't know how to do otherwise.
She poured some wine for herself, from the open bottle in the refrigerator, and walked jack into the living room. Ron was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed.
She liked the look of him there.
"Here you are."
"Thank you. Now, you were talking about relaxing. Why don't we?"
He pulled her down on the couch next to him, and Cindy snuggled into his side, very naturally. She could feel herself getting more aroused as she did it, and she knew herself. Soon she would have to have something.
Ron put his arm around her and she nestled her head down on his chest. It was so much better than watching some weird bird snatch people off the mountain and then tear them apart with his giant beak.
This was lovely. The wine warmed her as she sipped it, slowly and automatically. It was an effortless action. But the wine set her on fire deep within. She had Ron here with her, and she didn't want to delay any more.
Cindy put her hand on his thigh to balance herself, looking up into his eyes. She knew that he was excited too, and before she could curb herself, she let her hand slip down into his crotch.
"Oh, Ron, I'm sorry! I slipped."
But she didn't pull her hand away very quickly. She felt the hard-on that he was growing. It was strong and large, and she wanted all of it.
"I don't know what to say, Ron. That was so terrible."
She looked away when she said it. She didn't want to give herself away completely. Her heart was pounding, and she regretted having to pull her hand away at last.
Ron's breathing grew very loud in the room, and she felt sure that she would have him soon. She wanted him very much. Right then. Right away.
"It's okay, Cindy. I don't know what to say. Anything I say will sound wrong just now."
She turned up toward him again. Their lips were very close together. She brushed her lips against his, and then, passionately, quickly, he forced his lips against hers.
He pressed his mouth on hers and pressed his tongue through the unguarded barrier of her soft and lovely lips. He thrust his tongue all around inside her mouth.
Cindy felt her blood pressure rise. She was very excited. She fought back against his mouth, trying to get all there was from his tongue. The wine in her was making her more aggressive than she wanted to be.
She moved upward then, and she was almost oil top of him. She got up on her knees, and planted one leg in between his. She pressed her knee up against his cock and proceeded to rub up against him.
Cindy was hot and as she kissed him, she was rubbing her body the length of his. Her pussy was on fire, and she rubbed it hard against his chest. It had to happen right away for her.
Ron was overwhelmed by the degree of her passion. He felt her force her tongue into his mouth, and rub her knee in against her cock. The feeling of being taken was exciting to him.
But he couldn't resist the tits that she was giving to him. He wanted to kiss them and suck them deeply into his mouth. That would be only a little while away. He thought of her in bed, and his cock got harder.
He couldn't remain motionless, and Ron began to run his hands up her thighs. He massaged his way up her legs, trying to make her more excited than she was, and to express his own passionate needs.
When he got to her buttocks, he groaned with desire. He wanted to shove his fingers up into her, and then his tongue, and then his cock. Slam it into her pussy, until she cried out.
He rubbed his fingers against the nylon of her stockings, acknowledging the maddening closeness of her treasures, protected by that sheer guard. He would have to get around it.
For the time being, however, he rubbed his hands over and over her ass.' He thrust his fingers in between then, fondling her dampening crotch, and all the time, Cindy moaned as she kissed him.
Just the pressure of his fingers on her swollen clitoris was enough to drive her wild and high. She wanted him inside there, with the two of them naked and entangled, flesh on flesh, flesh in flesh.
Frustrated beyond all, Ron thrust his fingers upward and under the elastic at her waist. Cindy rotated her hips as he did that, inviting him into her wet treasure box.
He fought his way down to her cheeks, grabbing her flesh as he went. He pulled her stockings down as he went. He didn't care what he had to do to get to her wet pussy.
He slipped his hand underneath her panties, and Cindy wiggled her ass at him. He thrust his fingers between the firm globes of flesh, spreading her flesh apart.
Cindy forced her tongue in and out of his mouth, simulating the desired act. Ron felt the heat in his crotch burn to a new high. He had to get his cock out and into her.
He pressed down into her firm ass, "and fingered her anus. The girl jumped when the tender spot was manipulated. It was an erotic feeling, and not unwelcome. But Ron had enother destination in mind.
He pulled the stretched nylon down further, so that he could get into her hole. He could smell her wetness, and the feeling on his fingers drove him on to the very center of his desires.
Slowly, he stole toward her mid-section, feeling the wetness increase as he strove forward. He was crazy for the feeling of the wet, velvety caress of her pussy. He wanted to preview his joy with this mean apppendage.
At last, he came to the dark opening. Cindy pushed her tongue deeply into his mouth and he sucked on her tongue. Then he pushed his finger into her vagina. He forced the entire length of his long finger into her honeyed hole.
Cindy gasped, even as she kissed Ron. She forced her pussy onto his finger. The very feeling of his finger in there drove her into a frenzy. She was hotter than even she realized.
Without pause, she began to frig herself on his finger. She bounced up and down on his finger, giving herself the delight that she wanted. It was thrilling to Ron to realize that she indeed wanted him in there.
Ron accommodated her by frigging her in earnest. He thrust his finger deep into her pussy, only to feel the sweet cream pour over his hand. It was exciting and erotic.
"Oh, Ron, I can't wait. I have to have it. I've got to come."
"You're hotter than anyone I've ever met. I'll give you something to come on."
Very quickly, Ron pulled the zipper of his trousers down. He closed his fist around his swollen organ, and gasped with the pleasure he felt from his own touch. How much he wanted to shove that hot pulsing thing into her.
He pulled his cock out into the open, and then proceeded to pull her panty hose down to her thighs. He positioned Cindy quickly above him, and then pulled her down into his crotch.
Cindy knew what he was doing. She was thrilled that he was doing it so quickly for her. She half-squatted over his prick, and gasped as she felt the tip of his hot cock touch her wet pussy.
"Oh, Ron, shove it in there. I need it."
"I'm going to, Cindy. Right away!"
He pulled her down a little bit more, and then opened her lips with the finger of one hand. With the other hand, he guided his cock into her opening. He was snagged on her hair, and impatiently, Cindy reached behind her and quickly spread her own cunt open for him.
"There, now shove it in."
Ron was lost in his passion for her. He felt the smoothness of her wet lips on the tip of his cock. He wanted to feel that velvet vise all around him.
He stabbed at her cunt, clenching his teeth as he did so. Her face was more level now with his own, and he chose to kiss her ears and her neck. Cindy's legs were barely open, so she managed to ride his cock successfully.
Ron guided her down on his cock. He hissed with pleasure as he felt her tight hole spread around his cock. The pressure on his swollen prick was an indescribable thrill.
"Oh, fuck, Cindy, you're something wild."
"Just keep shoving that cock into me and wait for me to cream all over that fat mother!"
Cindy was wild and she reveled in being coarse in her talk. She wanted to be fucked and ravaged. It was part of the fun for her. She was lost in the need to have her cunt plowed, and she didn't care what she did for her pleasure.
As she forced herself down on his cock, she moaned with the thrill of being spread over his thick meat. The juices inside of her slicked the throbbing organ immediately, and he could not fight her off.
She covered his cock with her juicy cunt, and then started to grind her hips over it. The thrill was sensational to Ron. He couldn't resist the great feelings that were running throughout his body.
Soon the sounds of her juicy cunt filled the room. As she rode up and down on his coct the sounds became all the more shameless. He bit her ears and her neck as her pussy smacked over his cock.
The thrillings were growing wilder and wilder for Ron. He didn't know what was going to happen the rest of the night, but right then, he was going to blast her full of his come.
He wanted to pour his come into her. He was going to shoot her full of that hot cream until she was dripping, and when he pulled his cock out of her afterward, her cunt would be dripping with the gism.
He thought about her wet, hot cunt, as he plowed it over and over again. The strength of her young body was delightful. She was wild for his cock, and showed it in the way she moved.
Cindy moved up and down, thrilling to the way his thick cock spread her wide open each time she descended. The rubbing of his cock against her tight, wet walls was thrilling.
She knew that she was ready to go off at any time. This would be only the first of many times, if she had anything to say about their dates. She wanted to feel the hot gush of his come shoot up into her though.
"I want you to pop."
"Oh, Cindy, don't worry about that. You just cream all over it. I'm ready any time that you are."
"Then fuck me, damn it!"
Ron heard the animal demand in her voice, and he began to screw her with new vigor. He banged his cock into her cunt, concentrating on filling her with all the come he had in his balls.
Cindy held onto his shoulders, and forced herself down onto his cock. She rode him fast, trying to make it right away. She was tired of the teasing and the playing. This would be the first time, and they could play later on.
She rode, hard and high, going all the way down on the thick piece of meat inside her. It was going to burst soon, and shower her with thick, creamy come.
Then it began for her. She felt the distant itching. The need for her pussy to be rubbed and fucked.
"Do it, Ron. Oh, please, do it to me!"
"Okay, okay, get ready."
Ron forced his cock deep into her, and as she rode him hard, she screamed. She dug her nails into his shoulders, twisting the fabric of his suit jacket between her fingers.
"Oh, Ron, that's it. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Cindy was gone. She writhed as she came. The tight muscles that closed over Ron's cock were greedy and demanding, and he gasped as he felt the vise tighten.
He was helpless in the way that she squeezed him. She was squeezing him and sucking the come out of his cock. He couldn't help it when suddenly, his balls tingled and the come shot out of his prick.
He didn't say anything to her. He couldn't. He was totally involved with the way the come was shooting into her. He felt the hot gism shooting out of his cock and he was gone.
The thrills shot through him, as her pussy clamped down on him over and over again. Cindy was going crazy with the intense pleasure that he was giving her.
She writhed over the shooting cock, that gave her all the joy she felt.
The hot come shot up and then, due to the gravity, fell back, etting the both of them more and more. Her sweet cream spilled over his cock and they smacked together over and over again.
The sounds grew more sensuous and descriptive each moment that they continued with their delicious fucking.
Cindy felt a last surge of pleasure, and she clawed at his shoulders again. She put her head back, and growled deep in her throat. She was thrilled with the intense pleasure that he gave her.
Her pussy throbbed all around his thick cock. Each time he gave her some more come, she shivered with pleasure. She wanted all that he had to give her. It was part of the pleasure in having him.
The feeling of that cream shooting into her was marvelous. She was going to take all the gism that he had in his balls. She was sucking it out of him with her pussy.
They went at it for several minutes more. They kept up the panting chant, desperate to take the last and the best from each other.
Ron was the first to give in. He sighed a mighty sigh, and his legs gave out. He could not longer thrust up into her sweet pussy. The adrenalin that had served him well during the time of need was gone. He was weak with his victory.
Cindy felt his movements slow and she cooperated. She was panting from the intense pleasure that she had experienced, besides the actual physical experience itself.
They remained joined together in that way for several more moments. They both appreciate the experience but it was too much to repeat at the time. Ron needed time to rest.
Then, too, there was the problem of his trousers. He didn't want to stain them that badly. He risked making her angry by lifting her up from his lap. His cock was no longer strong and mighty and it slipped from her tight opening without a fight.
"Wow! I don't know what to say."
Cindy opened up her eyes and looked at him. She was smiling, and she didn't care about conversation. She had been satisfied for the moment, and she wanted some respite herself.
"Glad you approve. I loved it, myself."
She got up off his lap, and as she did, the gism started to pour down her thighs. She was only slightly embarrassed, because she liked the feeling of the aftermath of screwing.
"You're really something, Ron. Lots of the right things."
He almost blushed, but not from embarrassment. He loved to see the white cream pour out of the woman he had just screwed. He loved the feeling of power that it gave him.
He had screwed her. That was his gism running down her legs. He had taken her. It only inspired him to more and more of the same. He wanted to give her all he could.
Cindy half-walked, half-ran into the bathroom. She suddenly felt shy in front of him, and that didn't make any sense. They had just screwed magnificently, and very brazenly, considering that they were only three hours into their first date.
As she took her clothes off in the bathroom, Cindy looked at herself in the full length mirror. She liked what she saw. She liked the way her body curved, even though she was slim.
What she needed now was a shower. She turned the faucets on full blast. She loved the feeling of the wonderful treatment of a full force shower with a needle head shower attachment.
She tossed on her shower cap, and jumped into the shower. The exhilaration that she experienced was delightful. She was alive in every cell of her skin. She was so totally aware of her existence, she could feel the vitality in her littlest toe.
As she luxuriated in the shower, Cindy did not hear the bathroom door open. She was lost in the sensual thrill of the tingling sensation on her skin. She turned around, and let out a gasp.
Ron was climbing into the shower behind her. He was naked, but he was armed. Armed with that huge, thick, blunt instrument. He had another hard-on.
CHAPTER TWO
"You scared me for a minute, Ron."
"I'm sorry, sugar. I was worried about you, and then when I realized that you were taking a shower, he just did his number again."
He gestured toward his turgid organ in an apologetic manner. He shrugged his shoulders. He didn't understand his terrible and sudden attraction toward this young girl.
He wanted to screw her every minute that he could. He had not experienced this draw toward any other female in his acquaintance. He usually was happy after one or two sessions with a girl in an evening, but this was ridiculous.
He wanted her all the time. He had just removed his tired organ from her pert, tight body. Now here he was not more than twenty minutes later, aching from the weight and the singular sensation of his erection.
Strangely enough, this erection seemed even harder than the one before it. Perhaps it was because he did not know what he was in for the first time, but now that he knew the delights of her body, he was ready for the true feeling.
He couldn't hold himself back. He wanted to ram that cock into every opening that she had. He wanted to shove it into her mouth, and then her ass. He wanted to feel his cock deep in every crease that her lovely body had to offer.
He touched her ass cheeks and she jumped. She looked back at him and smiled. This was something that she enjoyed from time to time. She hadn't done it more than a couple of times, but she was very willing to try anything with Ron.
He pressed his body into hers. He jammed his hard-on into the firm flesh of her ass cheeks and they both thrilled to the sensual and erotic feeling. It was clear that they would both enjoy such contact.
Ron reached for the soap in he porcelain hideaway and soaped her body. He enjoyed the slipperiness of her skin under his hand, as he lathered every part of her anatomy.
She turned away for a minute, and the full blast of the shower hit him, right on his tender, swollen organ. He jumped back in startled pain.
"Ow! Wow, how can you stand that?"
"It doesn't bother me. Only sometimes, on my breasts."
She quickly adjusted the shower head attachment and the monster spray became a gentle shower of water, cascading and caressing them both. The change was most welcome to Ron.
"Is that better, love?"
"Much better. Now come here."
She came into his arms, and they kissed, their bodies touching wetly and hotly. The soap that he had spread over her body smeared all over him, and soon, as they rubbed together, they were both covered with lather.
The feeling of his cock scraping gainst her lathered body was exquisite. He sighed and rubbed it up against her over and over. It was more than he realized could happen.
His cock was soon covered with the soap, and he dropped his own hand to his groin. He clasped his hand over his cock and pressed down surreptitiously. He did not wish Cindy to know that he was working on himself.
But just the same, as he guided his cock to her body, he squeezed down with his strong fist and the sensation made his skin tingle. It was fantastic.
He rubbed his cock head in between her pussy lips. He heard her sigh and moan when the lathered tip touched her sensitive bud.
Neither of them said anything just then. They were both lost in the wonderful sensations that they were experiencing. It was more than just a novel approach to sex.
Ron, however, was in the mood to play a little bit, and he did not wish to get her so hot as to have to push it right into her pussy. He wanted to explore the feelings that they had available in the shower.
To this end, he quickly turned Cindy away from him. He was still intrigued with her lovely, and firm buttocks.
She sensed the interest and chuckled.
"What's the matter?"
"Are you an ass man?"
"What does that mean?"
"You know what it means."
"That I want to fuck your ass?"
"Yeah, is that right?"
"Well, I don't usually like that kind of thing, but you make it hard to ignore."
"Why?"
He slipped his hand into the crack between her cheeks and began to massage his way to her asshole.
"Because you've got the greatest ass I've ever seen. Now I know why some guys go for ass-fucking. I want to fuck yours."
He found the forbidden entrance and fingered it tentatively. He wanted very much to force his giant cock into it. He did not understand this sudden attraction to every part of this girl's anatomy.
He had done some ass-fucking in his time, but not that much of it. He just loved to fuck cunt, so much, that there never seemed the sufficient impetus to try for the more exotic forms of contact.
This was different, however. He wanted to shove his cock into every part that she had to offer him.
He pushed his finger against the opening, and with the aid of the soap, he managed to slip his finger tip into her asshole.
"Ohh, wow, you don't waste any time."
"I won't do it if you don't want me to. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried. Ahh!"
He slipped his finger into her a little deeper and felt her hot cavern close over him. The sphincter was tight and eager to capture him as a prize.
He pulled his finger out and Cindy sighed with disappointment. She was psyching herself up to being ass-fucked.
"Change your mind?"
"Hell no, I'm just going to have some fun, that's all."
He reached for the soap again, and lathered the bar between his hands. His cock was standing out a mile now, and each time he turned, he brushed it against her thigh.
"Mmm, that cock feels really hot, Ron. Is it?"
"You'll find out in a minute, you tease."
He put the bar of soap down and when he was satisfied with the amount of lather in his hands, he transferred the lather to her asshole. He lathered the entire area.
Each time that he moved around her anus, he poked his finger in just a little to give her a preview and to keep her interested. He had no idea that he was driving her wild, but he hoped so.
Cindy could not stand the movement at her anus. She wanted to feel him shove his cock all the way in. It would have to be that way. She was all ready for something like that, and she wasn't going to be happy any other way.
She jutted her ass out a bit, just to tease him. It wasn't lost on Ron, and Cindy thrilled as she felt him push his finger up a little further, this time.
"Oh, that feels so wicked, Ron."
"I know. It's great this w ay, sometimes."
He pushed his finger in deeper and deeper, each time that he did it. But he wanted to keep teasing her. He frigged her gently for a little while.
All this time, however, his cock was throbbing and finally, he could no longer ignore it. He had to give some attention to his needy appendage.
"You ready for some real fun, Cindy?"
"Sure. Ready now, after you've teased the hell out of me."
She laughed lightly, but the tightness was in her voice. She was nervous and eager. She was bearing the anticipation of his thrust as well as she could. With a bit of fright, and a head full of excitement, she waited impatiently.
Ron looked down at his cock. It was throbbing visibly and the veins were standing out. He had a fine and proud erection. It would do him well in this act.
He rubbed it once and then again. The thrills that shot through him were wild. He imagined what it was going to feel like inside her tight asshole, and the anticipation of his pleasure drove him on without further delay.
He pulled Cindy away from the shower end of the tub. He bent her over some, and then started to position himself for the initial thrust. He would need some leverage to get in.
He took his cock in hand, and began his journey to pleasure. He sneaked another squeeze for his own pleasure, and winced when the sensation 'nit his brain. It was really very good.
Ron was not against masturbation. But he simply never had much need for it He usually found himself in a compromising situation at least four or five times during the week.
Those times usually afforded him the opportunity for several bouts during the night and his score added up to a tidy sum. For this reason, he seldome needed the release that masturbation can bring.
For this reason, too, he was slightly disturbed by the heightened awareness of his own organ. He usually let the girls touch him, and that was that. Now, though, he was enjoying his own touch.
He quickly forgot the dilemma when her ass twitched before him. He could think of nothing else but her lovely channel waiting for his ravaging.
"Are you ready back there, Ron?"
"Always ready," quipped Ron. But this was becoming more true this evening. He couldn't wait to get inside her. Anyplace!
He adjusted his height by bending his knees. Then he pushed her over just a bit more. He wanted everything right He wasn't expert at ass-fucking, but he knew something about it.
He approached her with his cock. The anticipation drove him onward, more quickly than he would have imagined. He couldn't wait for the touch of her tight ring on his cock.
He rubbed his hand over his cock once again, building up the lather on it, to insure a smooth entry. He ran his cock head up and down the crack of her ass, and he felt Cindy shiver.
"You really want this? You're sure?"
He was teasing and she knew it. She turned her head so that she could see him, and smiled broadly.
"Fuck you. Let's just forget it." There was challenge and the chastisement in her voice, and Ron reacted to it automatically. "Okay, okay!"
He put himself to his test, and ran his cock down the length of her ass to just above her opening. He wanted to ram his cock into her without pause. Without any mercy.
He wanted to jam his cock into her and tear her open. He fantasized that she would scream for mercy, and he would not respond. He would merely fuck her until his balls burst once again, and he flooded her.
He moved his cock right to her anus, and pressed into her. She stood her ground, but moved without wanting to. Ron was far stronger than Cindy, and he knew that he would have to help.
He put his hands on her hips, and pulled her to him. His cock pressed against her again, and this time, she gasped.
"Is it okay?"
"Sure, keep pushing."
He realized that she was as hot as he was for it. The sound of the shower in back of him was becoming a background noise. It didn't matter anymore, except that it was pleasant in its repetition.
He got a tighter grip on her firm hips and pushed into her. The soap worked its magic and without very much problem, his cock slipped past her anus. The tight ring spread all around his fat cock head.
"Oh, wow, Ron. That's great-More!"
"You've got it, Cindy."
The pleasure flooded through his brain as he pushed his cock deeper into the tight, rubbery channel. It was different from her pussy. It wasn't velvety and teasing. This was sheer lust.
He felt the tightness of her muscles around him. He kept pushing, and then in what seemed like a matter of moments, he rammed the entire length of his cock into her tight, dark hole.
"Oh, Ron, what a great feeling."
Cindy was not lying. She was bent over, impaled on that giant cock, shoved all the way into her ass. She couldn't move, if she wanted to. That is, not without thrilling Ron by her movements.
She thrilled to the feeling of being powerless to some extent, and enjoyed the awesome feeling of being so stretched around his cock. It was different for her, too. It was not unpleasant, but different.
He pressed on, and felt his balls slap against her thighs. The wonderful feeling of power and mastery flooded his mind and he withdrew his cock almost all the Way.
The thrill of any movement inside her ass was marvelous. He looked down at their bodies joined in this unusual manner, and felt the thrill and power of lust run through him.
Without thinking any longer, he pushed his way back into her ass. He didn't think of anything, but getting the thrills working throughout his body. His mind was totally occupied by his fucking.
He held her fast as he plunged his thick cock into her again. He was aware of Cindy's moaning and writhing, but it only increased his own high. He kept stroking, forcing his cock into her each time he had withdrawn.
Cindy steadied herself on the walls of the shower. She wanted to be fucked, but he-was so strong and willful, that she wasn't entirely ready for the experience.
"Oh, Ron, you're tearing me apart. You're so big."
"I love it in here. I'm fucking your ass, and I'm not going to stop until I burst inside you."
The words were strong and Cindy knew that he was being honest with her. She shivered when she realized that she could do nothing but have her ass reamed out. The thrill of the inevitable.
She played the fantasy out in her mind. She was tied up and this wild man was forcing himself on her. He wanted her ass and he was going to have it. She screamed out and-twisted her body, but that only made it worse.
No matter what she did, she couldn't get away and the man buggering her only became enraged when she tried to get away. He forced his giant, hairy balls against her when he rammed her all the way.
It was wild and crazy, but it was great. She started to feel her pussy getting more than just a little wet. She could feel her clitoris tingling, begging for some touching.
She dropped her hand to her pussy and automatically put her middle finger up to her clit. She started to massage it rapidly, and then she moaned out loud.
"Oh, no, don't. You're killing me. You're making me come!"
She spoke to the man in her fantasy. She spoke to the man who was clothed in rough dark clothing, and who was ramming his great hairy balls against her as he buried his thick, giant cock into her asshole.
Her finger worked faster and faster against her clitoris. But then, she realized the one ingredient she was missing.
"My cunt. I need something in my cunt."
Ron heard her cry for help and he immediately went into action. He was ramming his cock into her ass, but he did have his hands free. He slipped one around her body and quickly found her wet pussy.
He pushed past her own hand and then sunk his finger into her pussy. He found her wet and oozing with her sweet creamy juice. He forced his finger into her and managed to fuck her ass at the same time.
Cindy was very close to coming. She was lost in that fantasy though she was conscious of Ron's hand inside her pussy. Gratefully, she twisted all over his fingers and his cock.
Each time she moved, his cock was treated to a new surge of pleasure. He grunted as the tight anus clamped down further on him, and squeezed him hard.
The engorged veins and spongy tissue reacted by sending the nerve endings into sheer ecstasy. He gasped and rammed her again and again. He couldn't bypass anything as thrilling as that.
Each time his cock was squeezed, he rammed her, over and over again. He loved the sensation of being taken care of this way. He was master, and he could make her come or not. He was powerful.
He rammed his cock into her over and over again. Cindy was very close to coming. He rammed her with his cock, and she cried out. She was too far gone to distinguish between fact and fantasy.
"No! Don't do this to me!"
"I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to do it now!"
Even though it was Ron's voice, the dark rough man rammed his hairy cock into her, and she knew it was too late. He was going to fill her with all that cream, and that was all there was to it.
She was helpless. There was nothing she could do to prevent it She just had to give in and let him fuck her ass. Even though she was being torn apart, she had to let him do it.
She twisted her ass back and forth, trying to get the most from Ron's finger in her cunt. He had rammed his fingers in there the same way that he was jamming his cock into her asshole.
He was without mercy. He was giving it to her wildly, and he wasn't going to stop. Well, she was going to have to give in and come. She couldn't hold out any longer.
She began to work her cunt and her ass over the thick cock and the prodding fingers. She was going to get the best of what they were offering. That was all she could think of.
Again and again, she worked herself wildly over his cock. She did not contemplate the effect of her movements. She didn't care. She was going to come, and that was all that mattered to her.
She didn't know that she was driving Ron wild. She didn't know that he could not hold out very much longer with the way that she was torturing him with her tight body.
Then, just like that, Cindy burst into her own orgasm. She screamed and fought wildly. She felt her pussy close down on the fingers in her, but she wasn't aware of how strongly her anus would react.
As soon as she started to come, and the waves of pleasure racked her body, the sympathetic reaction of her anus began. It clamped tightly onto the cock inside her and Ron grunted.
He didn't realise that she would react so strongly. The other girls hadn't been that wild. This girl was too much for him. He couldn't hold back. She was forcing his come out of him.
Cindy moaned and screamed. The dark rough man was making her come and against her will, she had the greatest orgasm she could imagine. She rubbed her clitoris madly, trying to get the best from the last of her come.
Everything was sensitive on her now, and even as he fucked her for the last few moments, the touch of his balls against her thighs was an added bonus. She rubbed back into them, mad for the most pleasure she could experience.
"All, all of it, do you hear?"
"What?"
"Give me all of it, you bastard!"
Cindy demanded all the come that her imagined assailant could give her. She wanted all that she could have from him. If he had fucked her, she was going to take all that he had.
"Shoot it into me. All of it!"
She was still high on her come, and Ron didn't quite understand her, but he didn't quite care, either. He wanted her to make him come. She was sucking the come out of him at this point.
He couldn't ignore or deny her demands. His cock was hot and about to burst. His balls were full to brimming, and he did not wish to put it off anymore. He readied himself for that first blast of come.
He held onto her tightly, and sawed his cock in and out of her ass. He watched as she took the full length of his cock and swallowed it up with her hungry asshole.
Then as he tried to withdraw for another shot at her, the puckered flesh held onto his cock greedily, and he thrilled to see that picture. He wanted her greedy asshole to have all the hot gism that it was begging for.
He felt the twitching of his cock, and then it was coming up fast. He couldn't hold it back.
"Fuck! I'm fucking you!"
He lost all sense of time and place. He was blind to anything but the searing light that soared through his brain. The come shot through his cock and into her ass as the pleasure clouded his mind.
He was property of his orgasm. His pleasure was king and he could do nothing but come. He wallowed in the juicy pleasure that he was experiencing. He kept ramming into her, and the come served to lubricate her ass channel even more than the soap had.
He was swimming in his own come. He could feel the tightening of her ass on his cock yet, and he plunged his fingers deeper into her for the last time. He wanted to feel the greatest of everything.
The come pumped out of his cock and into her ass, and this time, as he stroked her, the come was forced out of her anus. It wet his balls and her thighs. It was all over both of them.
Cindy cried out once more and then, she slumped against the cold tile wall. She was totally spent in pleasure and in strength. She tried to move for Ron's benefit but it was too much for her.
As she panted, Ron slammed his cock into her for the final rounds. The limpness of her frame encouraged him to ravish her thoroughly for his last pleasure. He hammered into her body, and the last gush of come popped from his cock.
He rammed into her and then suddenly, his strength ebbed as surely as hers had. He was weak and he had to rest against something stationary. He put his hand out to the wall, and balanced himself, while still connected to her.
His cock was throbbing as was her body. He panted, and tried to retain his balance. He was slippery with the soap that he had lathered all over the both of them.
Slowly he pulled his cock from her body.
The anus was still greedy and held onto him. The skin puckered around his cock and grabbed at the still stiff meat. Then, without a fight, his prick came free.
He steadied himself, suddenly free and unattached. He weaved a bit, but managed to hold himself upright. He blinked and then opened his eyes very wide. He looked down at Cindy and didn't believe what had just taken place.
He lifted her gently to him. She didn't resist Some of her strength was returning. She turned around to face him, and smiled. Weakly, but contentedly, she slumped against him, and they held onto each other for a moment.
It had been a wild experience for the both of them. A bit shaky, they both stepped under the spray of the gentle waterfall.
The sensation was pleasing and refreshing. Soon, they were laughing and alive again. After they had rinsed the soap from the both of them, Cindy and Ron stepped from the shower to the warmth of the bathroom.
The room resembled a sauna. They had been at their play for some time and the buildup of the steam in the room effectively heated it. The vapor was condensing on the colder tile walls.
Cindy wrapped herself in her robe, hanging on the back of the door, and handed Ron a thick, thirsty towel. He wrapped himself effectively in it, and they both walked out into the more inhabitable part of the apartment.
"You are really something else, Cindy."
"So are you, Ron."
She raised her eyebrows a bit, but he didn't catch her meaning.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm sore already, and I'll be battle-scarred for a couple of days."
"Oh, gee, I'm sorry."
He sat on the couch, feeling a bit strange. He had mixed emotions about what she just said. He felt a sense of pride that he had a big enough cock to make her sore.
That was supposed to be the pride of every man.. If he couldn't make a woman sore from his loving, he wouldn't consider himself very good.
However, he didn't really want to hurt her. He enjoyed her body, and the way that they seemed to be so very compatible.
He watched her go into the kitchen to get something. He realized that he never really finished his scotch. He retrieved it from the side table beside the couch, and as he sipped it, he realized that it was now a scotch and water, heavy on the water.
He sipped it, nonetheless. He couldn't imagine wasting the scotch. He liked his liquor, and by the time that Cindy had come back into the living room, he had just about finished it.
"Don't tell me that you're drinking that old drink?"
"Sure. There's nothing wrong with scotch-ever!"
"I guess not. I don't go in for drinking much. I'd much rather have a coke. It does the same kind of job on your innards as the scotch, anyway. But to me, it tastes better."
She plopped down next to him, but winced as she hit the cushion. She giggled and their eyes met.
"What's so funny?"
He put his arm around her and she cradled in his arms. She was comfortable' but mischeivous.
"I can just see it tomorrow. I'll be sitting at my desk, and every time that I move, I'll be reminded of our little scene in the bathtub."
The look in her eyes was pure wickedness. She giggled and Ron got an inkling of what she was talking about. Now he wouldn't be able to be at the office without thinking about sex.
He smiled down at her and kissed her on the forehead.
"You're a little sex maniac, aren't you?"
"Who, me? Never!"
But she kissed him on the lips and then bit his lower Up. She was in a playful mood. Her sexual appetite had been satisfied for the moment, however, later on, there would be plenty of time to play seriously. "Hey, kid, don't get any ideas." She assumed an innocent look and smiled at him.
"What are you talking about? Ideas about what?"
"You know what I'm talking about. You pretty much drained every last drop."
"Now, now, I can't believe that, Ron!"
"I'm tired, Cindy."
"Okay, it's very early. Let's just sit and cuddle. I don't want to screw any more right now, anyway."
She stretched out on the couch, and Ron followed suit. He was asleep in almost a few seconds. The scotch and the true exhaustion worked together to put him into a pleasant slumber.
Cindy looked at him as he slept. She was intrigued by him. She had wanted to date him very badly. When he asked her out, she wasn't coy at all. She simply accepted without fanfare.
Now that they were intimate, she was very glad they had finally gotten together. She had been getting bored with her lovers lately. There were many of them, but they weren't that great.
She lay next to him and stroked his chest. He had just the right amount of hair on him. Not too much, and not too little. Cindy didn't like hairy beasts, but somehow, she didn't like a completely hairless chest, either.
Just as she stroked his chest though, she thought back to one of her first lovers. He had been hairless, but he had a huge cock, and he knew how to use it. She sighed, sorry that they had gone separate ways.
That boy was now in college a thousand miles away and not interested in her at all. She would content herself with Ron here, making him do all the things that she wanted him to do sexually. She found him very exciting, but there was another element, too.
She was very happy when she was with him. He gave her a different sense of well-being. It was very different from the others. Some guys were just boring and even though they fucked well, she preferred to be away from them as soon as possible.
This was the first time she actually wanted a lover to stay overnight. Usually she was very content to have the boy or man take his leave after they had finished with their screwing.
She looked down at him and wondered if she were going to fall in love with him. She didn't particularly want to fall in love. That would complicate matters for her.
She wanted to be free for all the men in the world. She wanted to sample every one who was available. Not the married ones, though. She heard that they were too much trouble. And besides, none of them turned her on.
Cindy snuggled down next to Ron. She stretched her arms around his chest, enjoying the closeness of his body next to hers. She felt a shiver go through her body. She didn't want to be trapped by love.
She put it out of her mind for the time being, however. She had just had a marvelous evening, sensually speaking, and she intended to have a carnal nightcap before he left.
Everything was great and it was under control. She liked him being around. But she was still able to think ahead to her date the next night. She liked that one, too.
He was totally different from Ron. But he was no less interesting. He wasn't outgoing like a salesman. He was an accountant, but a successful one.
She had learned the difference between the man who loved the actual work of bookkeeping, and the man who made a large, comfortable living from figures. That was the successful accountant.
She knew she would look forward to the evening, the next morning, but just then, she was content to lie next to her new-found lover. He was quite a stud, even though he was almost thirty years old.
Cindy closed her eyes. She felt the veil of sleep coming over her and hugged closer to the warmth of Ron's body. It was a nice feeling to be there with him.
As she drifted off to sleep, she considered what a boon it was to have missed the monster movie. They gained two hours on their evening. They still had plenty of time to get to know each other.
And there was a lot to know about the two of them. Cindy wanted to know every part of Ron's body. Right now, his soul wasn't that important. She would discover that later on.
For his part, Ron smiled in his sleep. He was experiencing pleasant dreams triggered by the closeness that he was feeling from Cindy. He enjoyed their love making more than he had with any other person.
For a first encounter, they had made amazing progress into many regions, especially the erogenous ones. The electric clock hummed as they both fell into a satisfied sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Surprisingly, Cindy was not groggy when she woke the next morning. All told, she did not get that much sleep. In truth, the third enounter did not take place that evening.
When she woke, Ron was dressed and writing her a note.
"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. But I'm afraid that I have to go."
"You can stay over if you'd like to."
"No, not tonight."
He didn't explain it, and for a minute, Cindy thought that she had been mistaken about his liking for her. Maybe he didn't want to be with her.
"Sure, of course not, Ron. What time is it?"
"Just after two in the morning."
After he left, she went into the bedroom, and tried to sleep, but sleep just didn't come. When she noticed that it was three o'clock, she gave in and got up.
There was some ghastly movie on the Late Show, and finally she fell asleep close to five o'clock in the morning. However, when her alarm went off the next morning, she felt alert.
She arrived in he office just before nine o'clock, and set about doing some of the work that had been left over from the day before.
She spent some time talking with the other girls in the office, but she didn't mention her date with Ron. She just didn't see Ron that morning. She didn't ask him if he was going to be in he office, and she didn't think about it He usually was out during the day. He made his money being on the outside, selling his product to people.
About eleven-thirty, the phone on her desk rang and Cindy answered it.
"Hi, Cindy, this is Tom. Is seven-thirty okay for tonight?"
"Sure, Tom."
"I've got some press passes so that we can get into the movie, "Wings." Is that all right with you?"
"Oh, wow, that would be great. I haven't seen it yet."
She smiled as she hung up the phone. She liked dating several men. She didn't want to tie herself down to any one man. That would come much later in her life.
One thing that she could never understand was why people got furious when someone cheated. She believed that she could love more than one man at a time.
Or better yet, she could never love only one man at a time. It seemed so very boring for her. She wanted to be involved with someone, but she didn't want a total commitment.
When things got to that, they could get very boring and very sticky. She knew all about her parents' marriage, and lots of their friends' marriages. It just didn't work.
She was going to be smart. She wouldn't fall in love with only one man for a long, long time. That way, he would be free to play around and have the greatest time ever.
Cindy thought about Ron. She didn't want to know where he was. Maybe he was with another girl. That was possible. He had a reputation for loving and leaving, but she didn't care. She had a great time with him.
If they never met again, that wouldn't be much of a heartache. Would it? She could get along very well. She was going out with Tom tonight, and she would be asked out by someone else next week.
The day flew by, and just as the day was ending, Ron walked into the office. He had a big grin on his face. He looked as though he was going to kiss her, right there.
"Wow, you've brought me good luck, Cindy."
"What do you mean?"
"I just sold an account that I've been trying to get for two years."
"That's great, Ron. Congratulations!"
"And it's all you. It must be."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because nothing changed with the account. But when I went in to see them today, they said that they decided it was time to revolutionize their machinery. That's magic."
Cindy was pleased for him. She smiled at him and winked. No one was around, but still she didn't feel it was right to kiss him in the office. That wasn't right.
"Look, we've got to celebrate tonight. The best restaurant, and the best champagne.
"Oh, Ron, I can't."
"Why not?"
"Well, I've got a date."
Ron looked at her, stupefied. Then he smiled in an apologetic way.
"Sure, how stupid of me. I should have known that you were busy."
"Can't we celebrate tomorrow night?"
"Then I've got a date tomorrow night."
They looked at each other and laughed. Neither was giving ground for the other. It was a standoff.
"Well, I think I'm free on Saturday. Are you?"
"That's a prime idea. It will be nice. Have a good time tonight"
She thanked him and continued closing her desk. She wanted to get home. She was getting tired now that the day had ended, and she wanted to get some rest in before the great monster movie.
All the way home, however, she couldn't forget he look on Ron's face. He was seriously looking forward to celebrating with her. She was beginning to regret having turned him down.
Just the same, she thought, why should she cancel her date with Tom? She had previous plans after all, and she only knew Ron for a little while.
Cindy calmed herself down at the thought of having been foolish. She was not very happy at seeing the bird picture, but she felt it was ironic that they would not have seen it the day before.
By the time she got home, she didn't even get upset when she saw a mailgram in her mailbox. She opened it unconsciously.
"Dear Cindy, your mother, Donna and I will be in town this weekend. Hope to have a hotel room, but not sure. All our love."
Great! Her family was coming into town this weekend. Shit, she was supposed to have dinner with Ron on Saturday, dammit!
Cindy thought about her family, as she went up in the elevator. She was happy to be away from them. They were all right, but she just preferred being on her own.
That way, she didn't have to listen to her mother and father arguing. She didn't have to witness the bullshit that her little sister pulled all the time.
It wasn't that her parents favored Donna, but she got away with an awful lot for someone so young. In fact, Cindy had Donna to thank for her apartment and her freedom.
She thought about the incident that had forced her parents' hand when it came to letting her go. Cindy didn't want to go to college, but her parents forced her to.
She didn't see any exciting job prospects in her home town in Ohio, so she had to agree with her parents that there might be some better prospects after college.
Just the same, she didn't care about college or anything else. She didn't like being home. Her sister drove her up the wall, and she saw red every time that Donna was absolved of any guilt.
That particular weekend, Donna had gone a party with one of her friends, and had come home drunk. She was stoned on marijuana, and she reeked of wine.
However, when it came time to recognize her wrong doing, or reprimand her in any way, both parents decided that it was cute. When Cindy brought up her sister's behavior, her parents told her that they saw no real harm in letting Donna get these pranks out of her system.
"She's thirteen years old!"
"That's just it Once she does all these things, she won't want them anymore. She'll outgrow them."
"Great, well, I want to go to New York. I want to go to work, and I don't want to go to college. I can't concentrate on what I'm learning. I have to get that out of my system."
Her sister happened to walk into the room just as Cindy was letting loose with her argument
"Is older sister getting upset again?"
"Now, Donna, there's no need for that. We're discussing Cindy's problems."
"That's right, little sister. I think that I should have the opportunity to get some things out of my system, too, just like your drinking and pot smoking."
"W elL Cindy, girl, I get away with it because I'm special. I'm Mother's and Father's pet, that's all."
Donna had smiled at her and mimicked her in a most condescending manner. It was rather bold in front of both her parents for witnesses. They seemed obliged to convince Cindy that it wasn't so.
"Now, Donna, that's not nice. Cindy is your sister. We love both of you equally. Isn't that right, Sam?"
That was how it all started. In a month's time, Cindy was in New York, enrolled in a secretarial course for a few months. She didn't want the two year course. That seemed as dull as college.
Her father set up the apartment and her mother bought all the furniture. He paid the rent and sent Cindy some extra money to live on. Cindy didn't mind that.
After all, he could have been paying for college for four years, and she would have lived in the house. She liked the idea of living in New York by herself. But the money was very nice. She didn't know about living on her own, including money.
Just the same, she was sort of obligated when they wanted to come to New York. She expected them to stay with her. That was why they had furnished the apartment with a convertible sofa. That way, they could all fit.
Well, she had learned to put up with it. She just wished that her father would stop saying he had tried to get a hotel room. She knew that they were going to stay with her, and she just adjusted her life to that.
It was payment for the luxury that she lived in all the time. She didn't put it into those words to them, exactly, but she was wise enough to know the score.
Cindy felt the evening closing in on her. She suddenly felt very tired. She didn't want to spend the night on the town. What she did want to do was stay home and watch television.
But that didn't fit into her scheme of things. She wanted to go out and be very popular. She was pleased when several men asked her out in one week. This was part of it.
Since she had accepted the date, she couldn't very well ask him to make it some other time. She had to keep her part of the bargain. She sulked into the bedroom, and flung herself on the bed, completely dressed.
Cindy fell asleep for a little while, and when she woke, she did so with a start. She glanced at the clock, expecting it to be very late. Instead, it was only six o'clock. She had more time. She put her head back on the pillow and fell into a deeper slumber.
This time, Cindy started to dream. She was somewhat troubled in her sleep. She was troubled by the fact that she wanted to see both Ron and Tom. So, in her dream, she accommodated herself.
The three of them were together in a small room. Tom and Ron were talking and she was waiting on the two of them. They were her masters, and she was serving them.
She was dressed only in a pair of panties. She watched the two of them take a breast in each mouth, and start to suck on her nipples.
She had the wonderful feeling in her body, and began to want more.
Then they were on a series of pillows, and Tom stood over her, brandishing his cock in her face. In time, he pushed his cock toward her mouth and she gladly opened up for him. His cock went into her mouth, and she sucked on it mightily. She sucked hard and long. She wanted to feel his come in her mouth. But as she was sucking on the tender head, she felt something in her pussy.
It was Ron's cock. It was bigger than it had been the night before. It was huge, and she tried to scream when it went into her. It was so wonderful that she didn't know what to do about it.
He fucked her harshly, but it was wonderful to her. She sucked on Tom's cock and loved the feeling, too. Then she felt Tom coming. He was yelling and pushing at her mouth.
She held his balls in her hand, and as she caressed them, his come shot into her mouth. She tasted the juice and gobbled it fast. To get all of it, she jerked on the shaft of his cock.
She was jerking him off as well as sucking him off, and it worked out fine for them. It was a great time. She was being banged from the back by Ron, still , and she didn't have time for finishing up with Tom.
His cock started to spew come all over her face. She tried to get it back into her mouth, but she couldn't. It was a huge thing now, and it was shooting cream all over her.
Just then, one of them grabbed her tits and started to suck hard. It wasn't very good though. It was a little painful. She tried to twist away, but she couldn't.
Just as Cindy found a comfortable spot as they sucked on her, Ron started to finish up with his fucking. She felt his mighty cock swell up even more. And even though he was taking her from the back, she could see his cock going in and out of her.
He rammed her cunt full of his cream, as she started to come. She begged him to keep fucking her, and then she could make it all the way, but he was through. He was reaming her cunt and shooting into her.
She cried out and twisted, and then one of them was at her breasts again. The pain came back to her. She tried to wrench away, but she couldn't.
Cindy was covered with come. She was coming but Ron couldn't finish it for her. He pulled his cock out of her and shot the rest of his load over her ass and her legs.
She pushed her finger into her pussy and started to give herself some pleasure. She finished up her come, and then became aware of the pain again. She pulled away from the both of them, and then she woke up.
In reality, she had been fighting the button on her jacket. It was pressing into her left breast and finally had become painful. She rolled over on her back, and tried to determine if she had actually had an orgasm.
The feeling was still with her. She didn't know what to do about it, though. She wasn't really used to having wet dreams. She often dreamed about men with her, but not to this extent.
Cindy was more than a bit confused and concerned about her dream. But since it was very fresh in her mind, she could think into the details of it. She was shaken in that she didn't hate herself for having the both of them at the same time.
Cindy sat up on the bed, and rested on her pillow. She didn't think to glance at the clock. She didn't think that she had slept for very ' long, anyway. But something was very strange about her dream.
She noted that her bottom was still sore from the previous night's activities, but not to an alarming degree. Ron was a big man. He was big enough to pull her pussy apart, not to mention her ass.
A warm feeling came over her as she thought about the scene the night before in the shower. She felt herself getting hot, and then she began to doubt that she had really had an orgasm during her dream.
Usually she didn't get that hot right after coming. She was too hot for just having had one. She must have dreamed about it, but not actually had it.
The idea of having two guys on her at once was pretty nice. She let her mind wander and she began to daydream about what it might be like. It was one thing she had not yet tried.
She thought about Tom pressing his cock up against her pussy. He had a nice way of fucking. She liked him for that. He didn't go in much for anything else, she thought, and she was surprised at her dream.
Cindy had never sucked him off. She couldn't imagine what had prompted her to dream. Certainly, he had never asked her to do something like that He just wanted to screw her and he was happy.
The thought of his cock in her mouth was erotic. She wanted to suck him off someday, even if just for the reason that he never asked her to. She would do it gladly.
She imagined licking the underside of it, and then being touched from behind by someone else. She closed her eyes and prolonged her dream. Only she changed it a little this time.
This time, Ron fucked her from the front She had her heels on his shoulders and he was stabbing her with his cock. Tom was straddling her shoulders and he was shoving his cock into her mouth.
She sucked on it with relish, waiting for the time that he came. She wanted to hear him yell out with passion. She wanted to hear him go wild. That turned her on more than anything sometimes.
She sucked on it with relish, waiting for the time that he came. Thenshe felt someone stroking her clitoris. She moaned, but she couldn't say anything because she had to suck the cock in her mouth. She had to suck and no matter what was going on, she couldn't stop.
Ron rubbed over her clitoris, making her feel great. In reality, she slipped her hand to her skirt, and then under it. She fingered her panties since she was so very hot.
Just the pressure of her own fingers was enough. She didn't have to go under the nylon. She rubbed over her pussy, and sighed as she thought through the rest of the fantasy.
Ron was rubbing her and shoving his cock into her ass at the same time. Her pussy swallowed him up. He reamed her out and she loved it. He was thumping against her and she couldn't do anything about it.
She sucked hungrily on Tom's cock, and tried to please the both of them at the same time. They were both trying to please her, too. Tom reached behind him and gently played with her breasts.
He tickled her nipple, the way that she liked. He was gentle in his loving and she loved those fingers on her.
But she didn't have time to worry about that because Ron was changing his tactics. He was starting to pull out of her, and lift her higher yet. She screamed out, but no one hard her.
He was going to shove that cock up her ass, and she knew that he would split her apart. She couldn't save herself. She didn't know what to do. She struggled, but he only seemed to enjoy her more.
Then somehow, Tom wasn't in her mouth any more. She didn't bother with the details of her fantasy. She was getting close to her orgasm, and she just wanted the titillation of the action itself.
They turned her on her side, and Ron succeeded in spreading her ass cheeks apart. She yelled but no one came to her rescue. She didn't want it to happen.
"Tom, stop him. He's going to rip me open."
"No, he won't. You'll love this, Cindy."
Tom positioned himself in front of her, and started to kiss her. He was gentle and loving, and she couldn't believe what was going on behind her. She kissed Tom, forgetting about Ron for the moment.
She was hot, too, and she welcomed the cock in her cunt, when Tom finally impaled her. She rubbed herself all over him, and then, just as she was getting really great sensations, she felt something in her asshole.
Then Ron started to kiss her neck and tease her ass. She couldn't resist him. She couldn't hold back. She had to have the two of them.
"Oh, go ahead, shove it in, Ron. Fuck my ass!"
He spread her cheeks wide, and placed the head of his cock into her opening. It was right up against the opening. He pushed, and she felt the great sensation of her sphincter opening against its will.
"Oh, you're killing me. Don't stop!"
Tom reamed her front hole, and Ron started to push into her back hole. Her ass gave way and she was lost. Ron shoved the thing all the way in, and she screamed out loud.
"You're both tearing me apart. I love it.
In reality, Cindy's hand quickly stole under the fabric of her panties, and she plunged her hand into her pussy. She rubbed her clitoris briefly, but she needed more than that.
As Ron reamed out her ass, and spread her cheeks wide, and Tom spread her cunt open, they both kissed her and touched her breasts, and she pushed her two fingers into her vagina.
She frigged herself very rapidly as she unfolded the rest of the episode. She was very close to making it. Her fingers worked rapidly and frantically. The cream flowed over her fingers. She wanted that come.
Her juices wet her fingers, and made it easier for her to masturbate. She closed her eyes tightly and set her jaw as she continued on this solitary mission of pleasure.
Over and over, she thrust her fingers into her hungry and hot pussy. She sighed and fretted. She was close to coming and she didn't really need the fantasy much any more.
Just the same, she finished up with it. Ron split her ass open, with his big cock, and he managed to get all of his cock into her as he pounded her. She was being thrown all over the bed, and she couldn't help it.
Both men were fucking her and she couldn't help herself. Besides, she was begging for it. She loved the feeling and the excitement that she felt. She forced her fingers into herself, desperate to make it.
The climax was wild. She was being screwed in both her holes at the same time and she couldn't help it. She had given them tho right to do it, and they were doing it.
She was thrust between one and then the other. Her body was violated and she loved it. Over and over, she begged for the both of them to shoot into her. She was waiting for the come to shoot.
It happened simulateneously. Ron started to grunt and yell, and then he grabbed her shoulders hard. He rammed his cock into her wildly, and then she felt something searing hot shooting into her ass. Just like the night before.
She screamed again, and this time, Tom started to fuck her hard.
"No, you can't come in me, too. You can't."
"I'm going to. I just want to fuck that cunt of yours.'.
With that, he shot off into her, and she was awash with come. She couldn't help it. He had come all over her. Her ass was so full of come that it was dripping out of her onto the bed.
Every one was covered with come and then she started to come. In reality, Cindy was there. She frigged herself and then thrust her other hand into her panties. She rubbed her clitoris wildly as the final peak was attained.
She moaned and sighed out loud as the violent orgasm shook her. She was grateful for the release at last. She didn't care about anything then but getting off.
The cream was pouring out over her fingers as her phantom lovers vanished. She writhed on the bed, turning from side to side, as she finished her come.
It was long and luxurious and she didn't mind sustaining herself throughout the length of it. Then as the contractions of her pussy started to calm down a bit, she merely frigged herself gently.
Cindy regretted having to let go of the orgasm. She had quite enjoyed herself during the episode. It was wonderful to have lovers who did everything she wanted them to do.
With the pressure lifted from her temporarily, she felt renewed. She didn't mind the idea of her family coming for the weekend. And more important than that, she had to get ready for her date.
The clock showed seven-ten, and she knew she had to hasten. She took off her jacket and went into the bathroom. She wanted to freshen up before she saw Tom.
The feeling of the oppression wore off her, and she began to look forward to seeing the movie. Being let in on press passes was more exciting than waiting in line like everyone else.
The tiredness was gone, the annoyance evaporated, and the disappointment concerning Ron's Saturday invitation shelved for the moment, Cindy bounced from room to room, dressing and repairing her make-up.
Tom was early. He rang the bell at seven-twenty-five, and Cindy panicked for a moment. She wasn't ready. Not that she was afraid of letting Tom see her without clothing. Her hair was pinned up and not very fashionable.
She stalled him for a moment, and then opened the door for him. He smiled down at her and she opened the door wider.
"Come on in. I'll be ready in just a little while."
She felt wicked. But she didn't want to admit to him that she had whiled away her time masturbating. That was her own business.
Indeed, this outfit was a costume. Cindy had picked this out the first time she had gotten her paycheck. It had cost her most of the check, but she didn't care.
She wore long boots with it that came to the skirt line. The blouse was ruffled, with a grand queen collar that fitted very nicely under the cape. A large hat completed the ensemble.
Cindy was young and pretty enough to get away with it. She swooped her way into the living room and twirled around to let Tom get a good look at her.
"Like it?"
"It's really something. Especially with you in it."
Tom came out of the chair and hooked his arm around her waist. She tipped her head up towards him and received his kiss. She laughed and pursed her lips between that and the next kiss, teasing him with the tip of her tongue.
"Cut that out, Cindy. We've got to get to the show."
"Of course. What else did you think that I had in mind?"
She laughed and grabbed at her purse. It fitted over her shoulder and fit into the great arm holes in the cape. She cut quite an attractive picture.
They left the apartment and Cindy caught every eye on the street. She loved the attention and showed off her beauty even more. She was in her element when people were looking at her.
Her outfit attracted no less attention at the theater. She was escorted into the front section of the theater because of the press passes that Tom had. Then as she sat there, waiting for the picture to start, something struck her.
They were very close to the screen. She didn't like monster pictures. They scared her. Here she was not ten feet from the screen, practically. She would be treated to a super picture of the monster bird. However, there was little that she could say to her date, so she simply resolved to close her eyes every time something frightened her.
As she fought to resolve such, the lights went down and the music stopped and the screen lit up with some first feature. Coming attractions for other new movies. Cindy felt her spine tingling. The images were huge.
She held onto Tom's arm, but he didn't respond. He was thoroughly involved with what was going to be shown on the screen. That only made Cindy feel worse but she didn't say anything directly to Tom.
The movie started and just as she had feared, the giant bird was there in living color, ravaging the mountain side. The beak was huge and as it swooped down on the innocent child, she winced.
Bones snapped and blood poured, limbs dangled and she shut her eyes. The screams were terrible at that distance and she fought her desire to put her hands over her ears.
She opened one eye as the screaming ceased, but she was tricked. There the giant bird sat on its nest, human flesh protruding from its beak. Cindy shut her eyes tightly and made sure that the next time she opened her eyes, there was conversation going on with other characters.
The other scenes were not quite as bloody as the opening and she found it unnecessary to close her eyes during the rest of the movie. Nonetheless, she felt a visceral chill each time the flapping of the bird's wings filled the screen.
When the lights finally came on, she was very glad to be getting out of the theater, back into the real, terrifying life of New York City. It certainly beat the solitary fright of being eaten alive on a mountain top.
"Wow, that was some film!"
"You can say that again, Tom."
Cindy didn't look directly at Tom. She didn't want him to know that she did not enjoy the film. She figured that he could feel bad about it and she didn't choose to say that.
She didn't feel right in making someone uncomfortable. Especially on a date. Especially in the relationships that Cindy had with her friends. There was little true feeling in the sense of caring.
Most of them were superficial, loud parties and exciting dates. Never any deep conversations or closeness. One couldn't get close enough to someone else as to suggest that one didn't like something she was invited to.
In the light of these rules, Cindy kept her upsetness to herself, showing only the relief she felt at being outside of the movie theater by hugging onto his arm.
"Now, how about something to eat? Are you hungry?"
"Not very. Let's just not eat chicken, all right?"
Tom looked puzzled for a moment, then he smiled as if he had understood her comment.
"Oh, sure, yeah, that's right."
But he frowned a little, still confused as to the real meaning of the joke. He finally just smiled down at her and took her arm as they walked to the restaurant close to the theater.
Cindy didn't feel like eating very much. Her appetite was affected by such things as getting upset. She knew of one girl in the office who could eat despite anything. Nothing upset her appetite.
Cindy comforted herself with the knowledge that the girl also appeared to be that way and she sat quietly with her drink staring at her. The thought of something strong going into her body was repugnant.
Tom was charming, however, after something to eat and Cindy forgot about the frightening picture. She began to warm to his overtures and felt more at ease.
"You look so dashing and lovely tonight."
"Thank you, Tom."
She loved being complimented on something that was so very special to her. That way, she felt reinforced in spending the money for one suit. She had not been allowed to go out and buy her own clothes with that much money.
Mother was usually there and she discouraged anything that she didn't like. Cindy could not understand why her little sister was able to buy her own clothes now, though.
She fought down the resentment of her younger sister and brought herself into the conversation and the feeling of the evening. She watched Tom's hands and remembered what they felt like on her breasts.
Somehow, the thought of being close to him, having sex with him, drove away all the fears and the unpleasantness of the previous few hours. She started to think about getting back to his apartment or hers.
Cindy leaned towards him from the side so that his hand was very close to her chest. He hesitated for a moment, but she was very insistent about it.
Cindy leaned even closer and then his hand was trapped. He smiled and then put his fingers out for the contact that she loved.
His fingertips brushed by her breasts and soon he worked his way in between the buttons.
"Hmmm, they're lovely. I love to touch them."
"I love when you do it."
"Then let's go do it."
He winked and smiled and Cindy felt her blood pressure rise sharply. She was going to be screwed in just a little while. Her dreams would have come true.
Suddenly, the dream came back to her and she became curious about him. She wanted to know why he did what he did. "Tom, can I ask you something?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"It's something about making love." He looked at her and suddenly he realized that it was going to sound awkward no matter how she phrased it, unless she was very careful. Tom, I, uh-"
"What? Is something wrong?"
"No, no. I had a dream last night and it started me thinking."
"What kind of a dream?"
"I dreamed that you wanted me to suck you off."
Tom looked at her and then he looked away. He seemed to get very nervous. Cindy fought for the next words, but they didn't come right away.
"What a dream. How did you react? Was it a nightmare to you?"
Cindy saw her chance. She rushed in to cover any embarrassment.
"No, not at all. I liked it. How do you feel about it?"
"How would any guy feel about it?"
"I don't know. I'm not a guy."
Tom seemed very uneasy and he broke off the conversation. He pushed his chair back and helped her out of her chair.
"We better get their attention or else we'll never get the check. Why don't you wait up there for me?"
But Cindy didn't want to let go of the conversation. She walked to the front of the restaurant and Tom paid the check and then joined her.
"What's the matter, Tom?"
"Nothing is the matter? What could be the matter?"
"I mean about-getting sucked off?"
Tom pushed her towards the door. He looked around nervously and hurried her out of the place.
"Cindy, you can't go around talking about things like that in public. It's against the law in New York."
"What is? Sucking?"
"Yes, if you want to know. It is against the law and you can go to hail if anyone finds out."
"How many people do you know who went to jail for getting a blow job?"
"Cindy! Why don't we drop the subject?"
He hurried her towards a cab that was cruising by at an amazing speed. The vehicle screeched to a stop, and Cindy took one last stab at it.
"Tom, what is wrong with it? Are you afraid of it?"
He looked at her as he held the door. He seemed very perturbed by the whole topic. Then he lowered his eyes and said rather softly, "I never did it."
CHAPTER FOUR
The conversation during the cab ride to her apartment had been rather short. He didn't say anything. Cindy didn't know whether he was taking her home with a good night kiss, or is she was going to get any action from him.
He did let the cab go when they got there, however, and he walked her to the door.
"How about a cup of coffee?"
"I don't know-"
"Come on in. I'm starting to get hungry myself."
He followed her into the apartment, but he wasn't that easy about being there.
Cindy put up some water to boil for coffee, and then assessed the situation. He was terribly upset about getting sucked off. Something must really bug him about it.
Then, though, he admitted that he had never done it. Why? Was he afraid of something? Well, there w as only one way of settling it.
She lowered the flame for the coffee and went into the living room. Tom was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine that was on the coffee table.
"The coffee should be ready in a little while."
She sat close to him and when he looked up at her, she knew that he was horny too. He couldn't pass up her charms and the way that they fucked.
"That bird picture really scared me, Tom."
"It did? Why didn't you say something?"
"I didn't want to bother you. You seemed to enjoy it."
"I did, but I could have held your hand or something."
He laughed at his own poor joke, but Cindy picked it right up. She wanted him to hold, "or something."
She kissed him lightly on the lips and then the fire seemed to come alive. He took her in his arms and forced his tongue into her mouth. He was on fire and she knew that it was going to be all right.
She pressed her breasts against him and he went crazy. He pushed his tongue in and out of her mouth, but Cindy managed to get hold of it and she sucked on it.
Immediately, Cindy felt his cock get very hard. He really wanted to be sucked off, but he was afraid to ask for it.
She let her hand fall to his crotch and she rubbed her hand over the very hard bump. He started to pant when she did that. He pulled back from her and looked at her. The agreement passed between them without words. Cindy was excited by the fact that she was going to be the first to suck him off. She liked the feeling of teaching him something.
More than that, she was going to give him something that no other woman had. She was going to make him go crazy when she sucked and licked on his hard swollen prick.
She pulled the zipper down slowly. She wanted to make him come from being so very excited. She was beginning to feel very sultry and sexy. She was going to give him his first blow-job.
Tom was breathing very silently. It seemed as though he was holding back his excitement.
If he didn't, he might blow a wad in her face.
She pulled his hard cock out into the open and looked at it. She didn't bend over him yet, though. She just ran her finger up and down the hard, pulsing shaft.
Then she began to trace patters around the head and she could see it jerking as she did it. The feeling of power and wickedness drove her on.
"I've wanted to suck you off for a long time, Tom."
"You did?"
"Sure. I wanted to know what you tasted like."
He closed his eyes, moaning softly as she massaged the head of his cock. She let her hand drop onto his shaft and then grabbed hard at him.
"Ohh, Cindy, you're going to make me come that way!"
She immediately let her hand open. She didn't want that. She wanted to suck him off for real. That would be the only fun that it would make sense to have.
"I want to feel what your cock is like in my mouth. The head, especially."
"Shit, Cindy, what are you trying to do to me?"
She knew that was the time. She was going to do it then. She bent over into his lap and opened her lips. She came down on him all at once.
His cock was more than ample and she forced her open, luscious soft lips over the entire head.
"Oh, damn!"
Tom was going crazy. He froze, though. He didn't push his hips up at her. He was still scared for some reason.
Cindy closed her lips over his cock and started to suck her breath in. She could feel the pulsing of the blood through the engorged veins. It was sheer heaven to tease him this way.
Tom jerked off the couch when she sucked on him. His entire body left the couch. He was rigid with sensation.
Cindy didn't want him to pop right away, so she took her mouth off his cock and just licked at him. He moaned and pushed her cock up at her, but she avoided it every time.
"Oh, Cindy, what are you doing to me?"
"Sucking you off, that's all.
The very sound of the words drove him crazy. He wanted to feel her m outh over him again. He wanted to shove it into her mouth and make her take all the girm that would shoot out in just a few minutes.
She licked around the head and then pushed her tongue into that small hole. He groaned and pushed his cock up at her lips. She let him do it, but she didn't open her lips to him.
She brushed her lips all over him. She had given him a taste of what it was like to be sucked. She wanted to have some more fun with him. She was getting aroused herself, but not in a way that made her want to cut in on the action.
She kissed her way up and down his cock and then, finally, hit his balls. She licked him for a second, and the mighty truck of his cock twitched. He grunted involuntarily and Cindy cooed.
"You've got the greatest balls, Tom, I've always wanted to suck and lick on them."
She fished them out of his pants, entirely and started to jostle them gently back and forth in her hand. She put her lips to them and then licked them over and over again.
He groaned and grunted. He put his hands on her head, but she shook them off.
"Tom, I'm just having a little fun. Don't get silly."
He took his hands off her hair. He didn't want to force her to do anything, really. He didn't say anything to her. He really did want her to suck him off and to be done with it.
"You're driving me crazy, Cindy."
"Oh, come on!"
He put his head back against the cushions of the couch and Cindy proceeded to drive him right up the wall. She kissed his balls over and over and licked all the way underneath them.
His penis was jerking upward when she did that. He was very excited and the redness gave her a clue that he wasn't going to last too long, no matter what she did.
Resigned to making him come fairly quickly, she began to work her way up to the head of his cock. She licked her way up, feeling the blood pulsing through the thick bulging veins.
She put her tongue out and licked all the way up and down his cock. She knew she wouldn't even have to use her hands, as she did in the dream.
She ran her soft tongue up and down his shaft, but he wasn't able to take much of it.
"Cindy, you're making me crazy! Please, do it!"
He was begging her and she liked the sound of it. She liked the idea of driving him right up the wall. She chuckled and then decided that he had suffered enough. She would help him.
Besides, she was getting horny and she wanted to have something herself, soon. It was going to be fun to see him shoot off, and then to take some of it in her mouth.
"Oh, okay, Tom. I'll suck you off right now."
She winked at him and he looked down at her. He was fascinated to see her mouth near his cock. He never had the guts to ask a girl to do it to him before this.
No one else had volunteered, as Cindy had done. NO, she had insisted. She wanted to really suck him off. He was astounded and thrilled. How long had he dreamed about it, but put it out of his mind.
Most guys he knew talked about it, but he didn't find the words to ask a girl to do it.
"Will you suck me off, dear? Lick it for me, and make me come!"
He had practiced the words and the demands, but that was only in his most private fantasies. Surely, he couldn't ask a real live girl to do something like that.
He could have gone to a professional, but he didn't like that. He was against that in principal and he couldn't get himself to go to one for anything.
How he wanted Cindy to suck him off. He watched her luscious, young lips, so close to his cock. He watched as she rubbed her cheek against his cock. The skin of her face felt so cool.
He watched her flick out her tongue and look up at him. He wanted to push her into his cock and make her do it, but he couldn't get his hands to do that. He was gentle by nature.
She licked up and down the shaft for the last time. She was going to do it to him. Oh, wow! He couldn't wait for the pressure of her lips. Was she going to actually suck on him?
Cindy put her lips over the head of his cock and opened her mouth. She pushed herself over the best she could. She wanted to give him the most pleasure she could.
Cindy felt the soft-hard tip of his cock hit the roof of her mouth. She groaned deep in her throat She loved the feeling of that It meant that she was going to feel even that get hard.
She sucked in. Tom quivered in her mouth. She felt the shaft of his cock jerk back and forth and she didn't believe how easy it was going to be.
As she sucked in, she licked over the head with her tongue. Tom was going fast He moaned and watched as the head of his cock disappeared into her young mouth.
"Cindy, suck me! Suck me!"
She complied. She sucked over and over again?' It wis a marvelous feeling of power and so sexy know that she was making him go crazy.
A little bit of gism flowed into her mouth. She sucked in it into her mouth readily and waited for the rest to follow. It couldn't take very long now. That was for sure.
She sucked in again and then she knew that Tom was gone. He started to grunt and she sucked faster and faster.
"I'm coming, Cindy, I'm corning!"
Tom was so excited that he started to move his hands and he almost hit Cindy in the head. She dodged his hands but kept on sucking. He was bucking his hips up at her and she had to fight to stay on him.
But she did. She wanted to taste his come. She wanted to know that she had been the one who got him to come for the first time this way.
She heard his screams and then, the strong muscular shaft started to quiver. After that, a spurt of come hit her squarely.
"Oh, Cindy, suck it out!"
She heard his cries, and felt the force of the gism that hit the back of her throat. She didn't give in for a second. She kept sucking on him and then she put her hand into action.
She rubbed the thick, pulsing shaft hard and encouraged the come to shoot out into her mouth. She was thrilled that she was getting such a violent reaction from him.
"Cindy, you're killing me! Suck it all out!"
Tom was beside himself. He didn't know who to react. He had never experienced anything quite so wild. He didn't believe the feelings coursing through his cock.
His brain was electrified and blazing. He couldn't think at all. He was gone off on the pleasure hunt of all time. He was totally consumed by the pleasure that burned in his body.
He felt the strong sucking motions of her mouth on his cock and thrilled to the way she was forcing the come out. She was draining him. There wasn't much that he could do.
He was off the couch completely. Every muscle in his body was tensed and he loved it. He felt that he must surely be dying and not know about it.
Nothing had a right to feel that good. Nothing had been that good in all the years of sex he had experienced.
Sure, his fucking was okay, but it wasn't anything like this. He didn't know that he could feel such things. Her soft, young mouth was giving him more pleasure than he knew was possible.
Then, in a fit of final passion, he pressed his hands to her head. He forced her all the way down on his cock and sent the last of his come flying into her throat.
He wanted to drown her in all the come that he had for her. He wanted to make sure that she sucked it all out of his balls. He was getting crazy each time that she sucked further.
Cindy was trying to stay on him, but it wasn't easy. She appreciated the way that he held her onto him. His hands were strong, and for the first time in their relationship, Cindy realized that Tom didn't have to be gentle.
She appreciated the way he handled her, but this was a nice reversal. She liked to be treated roughly for a change. It was a nice feeling. She knew that he was the master and she was obeying his commands now.
She sucked greedily on his spewing cock, trying to suck all of the good cream down her throat It was quite a treat for her.
Several times, she had sucked on men who had practically demanded it from her and that hadn't been very much fun. This was so very different She had wanted it and had teased him until he let her.
Suddenly, Tom sank back onto the sofa. He was totally drained of come. He couldn't stand another moment with her sucking on him. His cock had grown sore to her touch.
"No, no, please, stop! It's tender!"
She teased him with her tongue for a little while longer, but not too much. She wanted some more action on his part. She wanted some action from his cock, too.
It was a strange feeling as she looked up at him. She was totally dressed and so was he, except for the fact that his cock and his balls were on display.
Cindy looked up at him, some of the gism splattered on her chin. She winked because she was too content to do much else. She wanted some action for herself, however.
Tom knew how to please her. He certainly did. He needed some time to recuperate, but he could certainly show her some fun.
Part of his hang-up never permitted him to lick her. He had never eaten her. Cindy wasn't sure that he would do it now, either, though.
"Mmm, I loved doing that to you, Tom. It was great."
"You don't know what you're saying. I've never had anything like that at all. Ever!"
Cindy was about to say something to him, but she started to get the scent of something burning. It wasn't acrid or terrible, but her nose told her to go look.
"Excuse me, Tom-Oh, no!"
"What's the matter?"
She was on her feet, running into the kitchen by then, however. The kettle she had put on the stove was quietly sitting there, almost radiating the heat. It was scorched badly.
Tom was right behind her. He had not bothered to fix himself, and his cock protruded from his pants still.
"What's the matter, Cindy?"
"The damn water. For coffee. I forgot about it."
She searched for a pot holder, but failing that, she simply shut the gas off and let it sit there. The smell was getting worse-the heat had eaten right up to the bakelite handle.
"Oh, how I hate the smell of burning pots!"
She tried to open the window, but Tom helped her first. He pressed against her and then Cindy forgot about the silly pot. She remembered how hot she had been back there at the couch.
She turned around in his arms and rubbed herself against him. His erection had faded by now, but she still liked the idea of his nakedness close to her.
"Hmmm, let's go back and talk about what we just did."
"Cindy, I haven't got anything left just now."
"That's okay. Oh, I'm sure something will happen."
"I don't know what?"
"Well, you've got a tongue, too, Tom."
She walked back into the living room and Tom followed her. He hadn't thought about oral sex with her. He didn't think it was terrible, but he wasn't used to any of it at all.
This time, however, Cindy started to undress. She left a trail of her boots and her blouse into the bedroom. She wanted to be eaten. She had to be pleased in some way.
Tom resolved that he was going to try. He had always wanted to. He didn't know what it was going to be like, but he was willing to try. He never talked about it to anyone, either.
He didn't know what it was going to be like, but he knew how great it had been for him and he couldn't help but return the favor. He wasn't that excited about doing it, though.
By the time he got into the bedroom, Cindy had stripped completely and she lay there on the bed. Her legs were spread. She was hot and she wanted something from him.
"Come on, get undressed and come over here."
He smiled at her and started to take off his jacket He unbuckled his pants and they fell to the floor. It was a wild feeling to know that he was going to be totally abandoned with this girl.
Somehow, the idea of eating her wasn't that repugnant to him. He decided to try it and see what it was like. He had heard of guys who loved to lap at a cunt and he had to admit that until he tried it, he didn't know what it was all about.
She waited for him, but she was so hot that while she waited she let her hand drop to her pussy. She scratched over her hot clitoris. It was standing up for the job she wanted him to do.
Just the same, she rubbed over and over it, making herself feel good. She had never done this in front of Tom. They had always been very conventional and somewhat discreet in their lovemaking.
She was masturbating herself in front of him and when he realized what she was doing, he started to get excited. The sight of a woman getting herself off was very erotic to him.
"You like to feel yourself up, don't you?"
"Hmm, it's good. I'm horny and I love the way my pussy gets so wet."
She spread the lips of her pussy and he watched her force her finger into her hole. He felt a surge of life in his limp cock, but it didn't do anything visible for him.
He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to shove his cock into that hole instead of her finger. He would have to do that, but he couldn't until he had a serviceable hard-on.
He was naked now, and he wanted to get ready for her. But he was fascinated by the sight of her working at her own pussy. That was more of a turn on than he could have imagined.
He came onto the bed. He was feeling so very different, very adventurous. If this had been the night that he had his first blow-job, this could very well be the first time he tried something else.
He set himself down in between her spread legs. He was level with her pussy. He hesitated for a minute, but then he dove into hit. He didn't see anything very terrible or repugnant.
Instead, he saw her clitoris, engorged and ready for some work. He was surprised by the flow of cream over her own fingers. He became very greedy all of a sudden and started to desire her this way.
"Get your hand out of there."
"Why? It's my pussy."
She was teasing, and they both knew it. She smiled and he pulled her hand away from the sweet and juicy pussy that he was going to experiment on. It was something entirely new to him.
His head was just above her pussy. She put her hand on his nose and tickled him.
"Don't tell me that you're going to do something to me? Is that right?"
"I'm going to eat you, that's what."
The flashes of excitement went through Cindy. She wanted very much to be eaten. She needed some pleasure and all of the rest that went along with oral sex.
"Well, don't keep me waiting forever, Tom."
Cindy relaxed her hands and let Tom take over. He was a little awkward, but very quickly his natural instincts took over.
He played with her hair, brushing it from one side to the other. She laughed a little nervously.
"Are you exploring?"
Tom looked up at her a little too quickly. Then his features softened. He smiled back at her.
"Yes, if you must know. Do you mind?"
"No, I don't."
"I never really spent much time looking at a girl's equipment. I never thought it was the right thing to do."
"And you don't mind it now?"
"No. Is it all right with you?"
"Sure, enjoy yourself."
This time, Cindy lay back, closed her eyes and let Tom do his exploring. He was thorough in what he did. He pulled her lips apart and really looked. He had never done this before at all.
Tom was not a stupid man, but he had no knowledge of what a woman's body was truly like. He had never been encouraged to explore her. He never thought to look before he screwed.
To him, a woman was something mysterious. She had a dark and very exciting thing about her and that was her pussy. Her vagina. That was where a man shoved his prick and he jammed it in a few times before he came.
Later on, if one knew the woman well, or if they were married, that was where a baby came from. But he preferred never to think of that side of a woman's organs. It seemed so distasteful to him.
But this was different. Cindy hadn't been afraid to eat him. She had put her mouth on his penis. She had sucked his come into her mouth and she was just as pretty and lovely as ever. She didn't feel anything was wrong.
Now it was his turn. He secretly wanted to know what a woman was all about. This was a fantastic opportunity for him, and he was taking advantage of it. He tickled her clitoris with his finger and she moaned.
"That feels great. Oh, do that again."
Adventure suddenly burst through. Tom bent his head down and licked across the swollen bud. "Ahh! Tom oh, wow! That's great!"
He could feel Cindy's body shiver and shake. He was making her feel these things and he liked the sensations he was getting from it. Besides, there wasn't any terrible taste or odor.
He liked the response that he was getting from Cindy, so he went back to his licking. He licked back and forth across her clitoris and she began to writhe on the bed.
"Oh, Tom, that's the greatest feeling I've ever had!"
She put her hands on each side of his face and gently pushed him towards her pussy. She massaged his temples and moaned each time he touched her with his tongue.
He knew that she was encouraging him to eat her, and he liked the feeling of being bid to do something so very intimate. It was exciting in a different way for him.
Usually, he was encouraged to shove his cock into a girl. She didn't ask him to cater to her in his way. He was master and he shoved his prick into that dark and mysterious place.
This was different. He was making her happy, pleasing her without his male tool. He didn't have to depend on his erection to please her. He could do this at any time.
He became more adventurous as he went along. He pulled her lips apart further and began to lick down one side first and then the other. He was nearing her opening and he didn't quiver once. He was very curious now.
What would it do for her if he licked all the way down, he wondered. Maybe she would go wild and maybe she wouldn't like it He would have to try to find out which.
He licked down to her opening. Cindy shivered and groaned. He figured that she didn't mind, so he went ahead. Then he licked just outside and then all around. She cried out in pleasure.
Her excitement started to infect him even further. It was going to be something to see her come when she was so very aroused. He wanted to make her cry with desire.
He poked his tongue into her very wet pussy. Cindy screamed out. She writhed and jerked all around on the bed.
"Oh, Tom, you're making me crazy! Do it to me!"
She screamed out over and over as he poked his tongue into her hole. She reached for his head and forced him down further.
"Eat me out! Eat me, lick me!"
She was totally wild. She was living only for the touch of his tongue on her pussy. Her clitoris was throbbing and her very wet sweet hole throbbed.
"Tom, make me come! Please!"
She was frantic to have more of her pleasure. She was lost in the world of extreme pleasure that he was creating for her.
Tom thrilled to the wild pleas that she was making. She wanted him to do that. She wanted him to drive her crazy and then satisfy her. It was all she could think of.
He never felt so powerful in all his days. He held her pleasure in his hands. His lips and his tongue. He wanted to see her writhe and moan for the feelings she could only get from him.
He knew that he would want to get her there. He wanted to do lots of different things to her.
No longer did the fear of eating a woman get to him. He didn't mind it-no, he loved it instead. He had become mad with his desire to eat her cunt. It was a fantastic feeling for him, too.
He thought back momentarily to the things she had done with his cock and knew that he would make her come soon. He wanted to. He wanted to taste the nectar that flowed from her honey pot.
He forced his tongue into her pussy again. She screamed each time he did this to her. She loved it more than anything, he bet.
"Oh, please! Tom, make me come! That's it!"
Tom frigged her with his tongue, in and out of her hole. He was going wild to make her come and without thinking, he brought his hands into action. He fingered her clitoris.
"Oh, Tom! Oh, yes, that too!"
Cindy was gone. She was so very close to her orgasm. She wanted to feel her mind burst in a cloud of pleasure. She wanted all the great sensations he was giving to her.
"More, more!"
She frantically moved her hips up and down, rubbing her pussy in his face. She held his head to her. cunt and forced him to eat her. She was begging and demanding that he make her come.
Tom rubbed her clit over and over. He was trying to make her crazy with the greatest orgasm that she had ever experienced. Over and over he rubbed with his finger and frigged with his tongue.
Cindy felt the beginning of her orgasm. She felt the wild surge of power and energy into her body. And, she was ready for it.
"Do it! I can't take in any more!"
Wildly, she rubbed herself against him, wanting to get all the pleasure from him that she could.
He felt her moan and then something tightened inside her. He kept it up without stopping once. He knew what it felt like when she came on his cock and he wanted to know what it fell like with his tongue.
He forced his tongue into her deeper and faster, and the girl melted in front of him. She writhed on the bed as her orgasm started to build in intensity.
"Ahh! Ohh! Do it, Tom!"
The bed shook as she turned from side to side. She was holding on to him, but moving so violently, that he had trouble holding onto her. He wanted her to get all that he had to give.
"Suck! Lick it, Tom!"
Tom tasted the sweet juice that started to flow from her throbbing cunt. He drank up all the juices as he did. He wanted to take all she could give him. As his first time, he wanted it all.
He sucked at her hole. He truly put his mouth over her and sucked and then licked. His fingers continued on her clitoris, but he didn't attempt anything different there.
He was rather lost in the excitement of it all, himself. He didn't know what to do to make her have more pleasure.
However, Cindy didn't seem to need very much help past what he was doing for her.
"Tom, you're driving me crazy! I love it!"
Cindy was writhing, frowning, cursing and rocking herself on his tongue and his fingers. She was crazy for the feelings that he was giving her. She would do anything for him.
Tom, the novice in what he was doing, struck it rich with her cream. He licked it and then sucked at it. It was sweet and wonderful. It was really great. He wanted more and more of it.
Her pussy was contracting and dripping with her juices. She was crazy and didn't know how to stop until the sensations started to die down a little bit.
Still, in the throes of her pleasure, she wrapped her legs around his neck and forced his face deeper into her pussy. She wanted to wet his whole face in her dripping cunt.
Tom didn't mind it contrary to what he would have thought He didn't feel any revulsion on his part when he found himself locked in her pussy.
His face and his fingers were wet and he loved it. When he licked her over and over, he knew one thing. He was going to be doing this a lot more often. He would lick and suck a pussy for the sheer thrill to him.
He had become a convert She had licked and sucked him off, and now he had made the conversion himself. It was a new world for Tom and he knew it He kept licking as Cindy's orgasm died down.
He looked at her pussy and kept licking. He loved the sight of it Wet and throbbing all because of what he had done to her. He was the one responsible for it.
He liked the feeling, inside and on his lips. The flesh of her pussy was very tender and soft It was slicked with her juices and his saliva, but it felt so warm and wonderful to him.
He even looked closer than he had before. He wanted to know what he was doing the second time around. He enjoyed what he had done and that was all there was to it.
Cindy almost swooned. The pleasure totally drained her. She let her legs relax and the room swirled around her. She hadn't experienced such a wild orgasm in a very long time.
She had been eaten by guys before, but it was never that great. She loved the way that he had done it to her.
Cindy opened her eyes for a moment and looked down at Tom. He was still licking and sucking at her pussy. She smiled and then closed her eyes again. She let her legs fall to the bed and he pulled his head up for a minute.
"Was that okay, Cindy?"
"Pure heaven, Tom. I didn't know you were like that."
He looked down at her cunt and smiled himself. He felt something come over him at that moment.
"I didn't know about it either."
This was something very interesting for Tom. He had learned something about himself. He could now enjoy something very different anytime that he wanted to. It was great.
He rested his face on her thigh and closed his eyes. They both rested for a minute. It was a warm and wonderful feeling. But, there was only one thing wrong with all of this.
Tom found it a little difficult to rest. He realized something was wrong at his crotch.
Damn, he was getting another hard-on and quite a good one at that. What an incredible girl!
CHAPTER FIVE
That night, Cindy and Tom spent hours and hours making love. She couldn't believe the change in Tom now that he had some licking under his belt. He loved every part of her more than before.
He had become sexually alive. Before, he had only done the things that he thought men were supposed to do. He had been gentle about it, but more than that perhaps afraid to be any other way.
Now it was different. He wanted her more than ever. He wanted to shove his cock into her in a thousand different ways. He wanted to do it now to her again.
They lay there on the bed for a while. It had been great. He had been sucked off, and so had she. That made them even on that score. But that wasn't enough for the evening.
Tom felt himself becoming more of a man. He couldn't let go with a simple sucking. He had to shove his prick into her pussy. He wanted to ream her cunt out with his meat.
He picked his head up from her thigh and looked at her. He couldn't deny the aching in his balls now. The more he thought about her, the more he ached for her.
"Hey, Cindy, how about a little more fun?"
"Already? Boy, you're getting wild!"
"Well, I've got something for you."
He got up and approached her. As he did, she couldn't help notice the huge prick extending from his groin. It was red and throbbing. It was huge, bigger than she had ever known it to be.
"Wow, I'll say you have something for me."
She immediately put her hand down to his groin. She rubbed it back and forth with her hand. He groaned as he felt the wild sensations in his engorged joy stick.
"I've never felt hotter in my life. Open your legs."
"No, you don't want to do that, do you?"
Again, she was teasing. Just as she had done with Ron the night before. She loved to tease men. It made her feel good inside. Even now, she felt the tingles she got from it.
"You hot little bitch! I'll give this to you right now!"
"Go ahead."
It was a challenge and an invitation. They both knew it. He pushed her back on the bed and pushed her legs open. She fought him off playfully.
"You can't do that, Tom!"
"Like hell I can't. I'm going to!"
He pounced on top of her and pushed himself between her tightened legs. He used his knees to open her legs for his thrust His cock was standing up without any assistance from his hand. He didn't need anything.
He did need to bury himself in her cunt He wanted to ream out her hole. He wanted to hear her scream again for his body, and beg him for the pleasure that he could give her.
Then Tom pushed his prick against her hot pussy lips. They were wet by now. Cindy's body could not lie to him. She wanted him then. She longed for the thrill of having her cunt plowed.
"Get ready, Cindy."
"Oh, don't, you bastard!"
He looked into her eyes and saw the laughter there. She was pleased that he was going to do this. They both knew it. He heard Cindy's breath come quicker and she tingled to his touch.
The tip of his prick neared her pussy. It opened the lips a bit more than it had before. He wanted to thrust his cock right into the center of her hot, dark pussy.
"Don't fight it, honey. I'm not giving up."
She didn't let up, however. She wanted the thrill of having him fight for it They never played games before and the idea thrilled her. She was eager to see what he would do.
Her lips were too wet, however, to keep him out There wasn't any way that she could stop him. Once he got the tip of his cock near her, her aching pussy would invite him in.
He pushed against the wet lips. She sighed involuntarily, because the pleasure caught her unawares. She didn't think that she could feel that keenly so soon after such a great fuck.
"You love it don't you, Cindy?"
"Of course I do, you dummy! Shove it in!"
"Oh, giving orders now, is that it?"
How Tom had changed, she thought as he withdrew his cock from the opening of her vagina. He was beginning to become a tease himself. A match for her own penchant for teasing.
"Maybe you would like to have it shoved in all the way right now!"
"You know it, Tom!"
"You mean that you wouldn't want me to just play around like this?"
He moved his body so that he was rubbing her clit up and down. Right into the slit and all around. He wasn't going anywhere near her hole. He didn't want to let her have the thrill of feeling his prick right now.
Cindy frowned from the teasing sensation. She wanted to shove his cock right into her pussy. If she had her way, she would jump on top of him and ride him until she creamed all over him.
"You bastard!"
"I didn't do anything, Cindy. At least, not yet."
"I know!"
He edged his cock around her pussy lips very carefully. He didn't want to enter her. He wanted to tease her somewhat more. He didn't want to feel himself giving in and shoving it in from frustration and need.
So, he laid his prick up against her slit, head protruding through her labia pointed towards her breasts.
He rubbed back and forth and she began to feel the thrill of pleasure in her clitoris. He was masturbating her clitoris that way. "Oh, hmm, that feels good, Tom."
"Oh, really?"
He didn't want to give her that pleasure, so he immediately withdrew from that position. He put his cock at the beginning of her vagina and then started to push.
He didn't want to let her get the upper hand. He shoved into her just a little, but not enough to get her off on him. She. struggled upward on his cock but he refused to budge. He held himself strong and away from the full impact of his thrust.
"I'll put it in when I'm ready, Cindy. Not now."
"Fuck it, Tom. Shove it into me!"
He didn't comply with her request He continued to push her half-way up on him and then withdraw. He was frigging her more than he was fucking her. He didn't allow his cock to go very far into her.
That way, she couldn't make it. She needed to feel this giant cock thrust into her all the way. She needed to feel her cunt spread wide open and the clitoris pulled out of shape, giving her pleasure.
The nerves could not respond to this teasing. They needed some true action. She needed some real fucking. She didn't need what he was giving her.
But even Tom couldn't take it for very long. His cock was aching for the feeling of her pussy all around him. He needed to be squeezed over and over again as he plowed her.
It was too much for him to merely squeeze the tip of his cock into her tiny and thrilling pussy meat. He wanted and needed all of it for his pleasure.
So, there, as he writhed on top of her, suspending his weight so as not to accidentally thrust into her, she won the case.
Tom looked into her eyes and saw the desire there. She was needful of him as he was equally of her. They were going to have a glorious fuck, they were. Right then.
He forced himself down on her and she cried out as the thick shaft plowed into her tight pussy. The tight channel opened easily under the assault and Cindy screamed with pleasure.
"Oh, Tom, that's it!"
He didn't care that she had won the match in a manner of speaking. He couldn't hold out any longer. He enjoyed the little episode, but now he needed real action. That was precisely what he was getting.
Cindy moved her bottom furiously over his joy stick. As he forced his cock into her, she thrilled to it and moved around furiously over and over again.
She was alive with the pleasure that she was getting. Her tormented pussy flesh was getting the thrills that it required. She wasn't going to do anything until she had come all over him.
The pink flesh opened around his cock and puckered around it. She was dripping from excitement. She wanted to be fucked and fucked correctly.
Tom shoved his cock into her. The thick shaft spread her tight opening wide. He lunged at her over and over, driving that thick spike into her pussy. The sweet meat around it squeezed the hell out of him.
Cindy's body reacted to the lovely assault by tightening, giving herself and her lover more pleasure. She was greedy and didn't want to let go of the divine organ that was pleasing her.
The juices oozed from her pussy, slicking his tool as it tore into her and then withdrew. It was an erotic sight for anyone able to look. They were too busy actually fucking to watch the wonderful sight.
The thrill of his cock going into her was more than she could stand. Cindy knew that she was going to cream, but she didn't want to do it right then. She wanted to have some fun and pleasure before she gave into the final moment.
She rubbed her cunt all over his cock, but when she looked up into his eyes, the look in his eyes told her a similar story.
"Let's have some fun for a while? What do you say?"
"Sure, Cindy, what do you mean?"
"Fun. Let's fuck for a while without coming right away."
"Oh, okay, greedy little lady."
She laughed but moved her hips and her lips so that he didn't mind what she asked of him. All she wanted was more use of his tool. She wanted more of his cock.
No man could be offended at such a request and Tom was no exception. He felt pleased that she wanted him that much. He pushed his cock into her easily for another moment, before inquiring what she wished they do.
He fucked her slowly and shallowly for the moment. He had to control the urge to shoot into her. He wanted to, but respected her desire to fuck for a considerable time.
They were in the usual position, male superior. She wanted to do it a hundred other ways at least She wiggled under him and forced her legs together. He responded by spreading his legs and then, as they fucked, she closed her legs completely.
What Tom ended up with was a tight little pocket to fuck. Even when he withdrew from her cunt her legs tightened up the area more. He was fucking that wedge of flesh.
"Ohh, I like this. Wow, that's good!"
"I'm glad that you do. I want to do it a hundred ways, Tom."
"Anything you say, sweetheart."
They fucked that way for several minutes. He couldn't believe how much tighter her already tight pussy felt that way. It was truly incredible. He didn't really want to change positions, but she insisted.
"Let's try it from the back now, Tom."
Relunctantly, he withdrew his cock from her pussy. She turned over on her stomach, but Tom positioned her on her side.
"This is one position that always fascinated me, Cindy."
He pushed her superior leg up at the knee, leaving her open for his entry. Then he got in between her legs, facing her back. He rammed his cock into her hole and she shrieked at the forceful entry.
"Oh, wow, that's great, Tom!"
"I'm glad you like it. I've got more for you."
He pushed into her all the way, spreading her cunt around his cock. His cock was red and throbbing and he was afraid that he might come. He didn't move around very much inside her. He didn't want to spoil her fun.
He teased her, consequently, and by that very token, he enjoyed himself. He enjoyed seeing her writhe around and beg for the pleasure that he could give her if he wanted to.
"Tom, please, do it to me."
"I don't want to shoot off into you, Cindy. I have to slow down a little now and then. You don't want me to pop, do you?"
"No!" But I can't stand the way that I have to wait!"
"You want your cake and then to eat it too!"
He felt his temper and his passions flaring. He was going to show her what he wanted from her. He began to ram her from the back. He was twisting around so that his cock was the wrong way, giving him a tighter fit
"Tom, oh, you're so big!"
"You haven't felt anything yet Cindy."
He rammed her again and again. He wanted to give her all that he had. He held himself away from her a little bit and then he watched his cock going in and out of her.
He was fascinated by the sight He didn't get the opportunity to see what he was doing when he fucked her the "normal" way. He liked this better. He got two kicks out of it.
This way, he thrilled to what he looked like when he fucked her and he could see the way her body responded, too. That was a turn-on for him, too. It was something to see a girl beg and force herself onto you for her pleasure.
Cindy tried to move around, but in this position, she was largely at his mercy. She had to wait for him to fuck her. And then, she gave in to him.
She lay still and waited for him to fuck her. She jutted out her ass and asked him to do it for her.
"Fuck me, Tom. Make it happen!"
She cried as he plowed her tight, hungry cunt. She wanted to feel it pop inside her very soon. That would be the best thing for her. She could make him feel what her tight cunt could do for him.
The bed shook as he fucked her. He watched his meat go in and out of her tight creamy cunt. The velvety feeling was demanding that he shoot into her. He plowed her over and over, feeling the flood of semen rise in his balls. He was going to let loose very soon.
His balls tingled as he fucked her. They slapped against her thigh, and he loved the feeling that it gave him. It made them itch and tingle. He knew that they would burst very soon.
He didn't want to wait any longer. He concentrated on making himself come. He was simply fucking her. He didn't even care if she came or not. All he wanted was to blow a wad in her cunt.
He gritted his teeth together and slammed into her cunt. He rammed her until the cream oozed all over his balls, too. He didn't know that anyone could be that wet.
From the supreme fucking that she was getting, Cindy came alive under his cock. She tightened her muscles voluntarily and involuntarily. She wanted all the thrills that he could give her. She wanted all that he had in his balls.
"Oh, Tom, shoot it into me. Come on!"
"You're going to get just that, Cindy!"
He didn't want to wait any more either. He wanted to blast his come right into her. There was nothing else to wait for. His balls were aching to be emptied.
They had readied all the thick white juice that he needed to come. Now they wanted to be done proud. It was the only thing to do. It was the right way. He was going to do it.
As he sawed in and out of her tight, pink flesh, Tom felt the buildup of come rushing up to the gates. He was going to make it right away. He was going to shoot into her tight pussy right away.
He didn't warn her verbally. He didn't tell her that he was almost there and to watch out for what he had for her. That was something that he couldn't do. He was too taken by the feeling in his balls.
Instead, he rammed into her at a high speed. He went wild. He began to ram her over and over, throwing her all over the bed.
He plunged his cock into her up to his balls and then again. He withdrew it faster and rammed it back in. Cindy got the message as she was rocked all over her bed.
"He's going to do it to me."
"You bet he is, you bitch!"
Tom didn't talk after that. He didn't Want to talk. He didn't want the mood to dissipate. It couldn't. He was too hot to stop at all.
He kept on ramming her and her tits shook as he did it. He grabbed onto her thighs and held her down to his body. He was going to blast her in just a minute and nothing mattered but that.
He started to grunt as he felt the come rising from his balls. It was all there for him to shoot into her. He was ready to deliver the come that he promised her.
He increased his pounding of her tight cunt and Cindy cried out. She knew that her own fulfillment was very near. She needed to feel his cock '.oot into her. She needed that very much.
"Tom, do it to me!"
He answered her by blasting her with the first volley of hot come. He grunted as he blasted her again. The hot come was searing even the tip of his cock as he let that load go.
She twisted as the come seared her pussy. It was more than she could handle. The come was shoved out all around his cock as he blasted her with more and more. His cock was bigger than it had ever been before with her and she could feel the difference.
She screamed and let herself go. She wanted to feel drowned in his come. She wanted to be washed away by the force of his come. It was all that simple. She needed to be fucked by him.
Nor did he let her down this time. He sprayed her with the hot, white juice that he had for her. He didn't hold back a drop in his balls. He wanted to give it all to her and that was that.
Tom kept on banging his spewing cock into her. He couldn't stop. He was lost in the behavior as though an automaton. As if the switch was stuck at "On".
He rammed her, eyes tightly closed until all the gism was shot and out of his balls. He wanted to stop, but then he heard something on the perifery of his consciousness.
"Tom, I'm coming!" Fuck me! Keep fucking me!"
The plea in her voice was most erotic and Tom couldn't refuse it. Even though he was tired, he continued the fucking motions and felt the hard contractions all around his penis.
Cindy moaned and thumped all around. She was in the throes of her orgasm. The strength of the pleasure shocked even her. She jumped and writhed as if in extreme pain.
Her expression was one of ecstasy, though it could easily have been mistaken for pain. Agony. She was forced to endure all that pleasure. She had to take it and she loved it.
Tom rammed his cock into her tightened pussy, trying to give her the most that he could. He was about to succumb to a most overwhelming sense of tiredness and hoped that her orgasm would be exhausted before he was.
Slowly, Cindy felt the brunt of the pleasure fade. She could smile now as the last of the jug shot through her body. Her fingers were becoming weak and she needed that blessed relief that would come.
She unclenched her hands and stopped moving so violently. She was going to love the aftermath of this and she knew it. She anticipated i
Tom gasped for breath as he finished up with her. He was wet. His balls were covered with the white and hot cream that he had spilled into her. He was pleased that it had worked well, but he was desperate for some rest now.
At last, Cindy stopped moving. There was a pleasant throbbing in her pussy and she wanted to rest, too. She wanted to be still and enjoy the aftermath of what she had experienced.
She slumped to a stop and gratefully, Tom, with her. He let himself down on the bed and tried to get his breathing to a more regular pace. He was so very tired.
Cindy opened one eye and looked at him. She smiled at him. It had been a wild night. She had been driven right up a wall and had learned a lot about Tom.
Not all of it had been pleasant at first. She had been frightened off by one fact. She didn't know what to think when he didn't like being sucked. What was the matter with being sucked?
Happily, he turned into a bona fide sex maniac after one taste of her sweet pussy. That was encouraging for his possibilities. That was something great for her to know. It wasn't all lost.
She had to sleep. She had to go to work in the morning and she wanted to be bright for Ron tomorrow. Maybe she could arrange the meeting of the two of them so that she could make her dreams come true. Maybe not, but she could think about it.
That was something she thought about as she fell asleep for the moment. Tom pulled his cock out of her and threw himself on the bed next to her. He did not have the strength to do any more before he fell asleep himself.
It had been quite an evening. He had learned something about himself and about this pretty, lovely girl. She was something he had not experienced before. He wanted more of her. A lot more.
CHAPTER SIX
Donna couldn't wait to get to New York. She was looking forward to doing some things she couldn't do back in her small home town. Even though she was only just fifteen, she had exhausted the supply of young men in her acquaintance.
She loved getting some swipes at Cindy, anyway. Cindy was much prettier than she was, and she always resented the girl. She managed to worm her way into her parents hearts and always had better than Cindy, anyway.
She knew that Cindy hated them staying with her, and that is why she whined until her parents agreed that they would visit Cindy in New York. She didn't want Cindy to rest for very long.
All the way over on the plane, she started plotting just how she could make her older sister's weekend miserable. She knew just how to do it, too. She could really get to Cindy.
Just the same, she was growing aware of something in Cindy that defended her from the onslaught of her tirades and the mean little things that she did. She didn't like it, either.
The fun was in seeing Cindy squirm and then explode, only to have her parents tell her to be tolerant of her little sister. It made Donna's day.
Just the same, she hadn't had a good time at her sister's expense in a long time. It had been months since they had visited Cindy and she was getting bored with everything that her life normally entailed.
When they were riding to the city in the taxi, Donna sat next to the window, fascinated by the city. She wanted to live here, just the way that Cindy was. It didn't seem fair that Cindy should be doing this.
She knew that her parents wanted her to go to college and she didn't want to. But she knew that she wouldn't have to do it if she really didn't want to. All she would have to do was say that Cindy never went to college. Why should she?
She held that ace up her sleeve, though. She wasn't even through high school yet. It was enough just to get through that. She didn't know if she was going to make it either.
She had to enlist the aid of some of her male teachers and only by that little favor that she granted Mr. Lee did she manage to get out of algebra.
This semester was a real drag, though, because she had a woman teacher. That was worse than awful. She didn't go for women, but she didn't think that if she did Miss Tucker would be any good anyway.
She knew that she wasn't queer because of the guys that she saw her with. Donna made it her business to know everything about a teacher. She knew that Miss Tucker was seen with a couple of the other teachers and they weren't playing cards.
She thought about how she might use her knowledge in a way to blackmail her way out of geometry, but that wasn't going to work either. She just felt it in her bones.
Shit, she thought, she was just going to have to study to get through. What a real drag. Well, she had time till the next test. She would try her best to scout around for someone who would be influential to her.
The cab pulled to a stop in front of Cindy's apartment building and Donna's spirits brightened. She had the almost certain possibility of making life miserable for Cindy.
She eyed the doorman when she went in, but he didn't seem to pay much attention to her. She noticed something that was disconcerting to her. The man was looking at her mother. Shit, that wasn't nice.
No one should look at an old lady. Her mother was at least forty-three years old, counting from her college year book. That wasn't right for old women to do it.
She couldn't think of a mean or nasty thing to say, so she catalogued the event in her brain to use at a later time, when her nastiness was working at top speed.
Mr. and Mrs. Sparkler were walking behind Donna. Evonne Sparkler was very nervous. She didn't feel very right. She didn't know what it was. Maybe her nerves were going on her again.
She noticed the way the graying man looked at her, but she didn't record it. She didn't want anything, did she? Not here in New York, when she was visiting her daughter. There was plenty of time back in Ohio.
It was going to be a difficult day for her, and she knew that. She didn't look forward to this day. Her younger daughter was almost certain to make things bad for everyone.
There was only one reason why she found it hard to hate that little one and she knew why she catered to her. She was just like her. Throughout all her youth, she did pretty much what Donna did.
Of course, Donna was an expert, unexcelled by anyone. She knew how to put the knife in and twist it until the blood poured and the wound festered for several days. That seemed to be the most fun for Donna.
Evonne had considered psychiatric care for her daughter, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't want to condemn herself. She couldn't see it in any other light.
She knew about her daughter's carousing. She didn't really care enough to exert herself to stop her. Anyway, how could she stop her. She had been just an pig-headed and wild when she was a girl.
That was how she came to marry Sam. Sam, the boring, older man. Oh, not in years. No, but in thought. He never did anything but work. She knew that when she met him and she had picked him for that, but she regretted his personality many times.
She was nervous all the time lately, and nothing seemed right between them. The only thing that they agreed on was that they couldn't control Donna. She was one person too strong for anyone, including herself.
The doorman called up to Cindy's apartment.
"Miss Sparkler, it's your parents."
"Thank you. Please send them up."
Sam Sparkler didn't carry a key to the apartment, even though it was rented in his name. He arranged for his daughter to be known there. He didn't want her to think that this wasn't her place.
Sam thought he was a very nice person. He didn't understand why everything he did with his wife and his daughters, especially Donna, turned into something unpleasant.
Necessarily, Sam spent a lot of time feeling sorry for himself. It was just part of the way that he operated. As a result, he drank quite a bit. He didn't have the guts to face his wife most of the time. He didn't know why he had ever married her.
But then, he knew why he had married her. All too well. She had been the one girl he knew who wasn't an outright whore who went down on him. He couldn't stand it. He had to have her.
He had been young then. He was very wise in everything, but in the area of sex, sucking mattered so much that she was able to call the shots. Then, after a year of marriage, the sucking became rather infrequent.
But he couldn't help it. He had to have it. So, he went to several pros. It was easy to find the girls. He had to pay them for what they did to him, but he didn't care.
He was addicted to sucking. He thought the world of it. To him that was better than getting it the regular way. He didn't want to screw all the time. But since Evonne didn't want to suck anymore, he had no choice but to screw.
She was pregnant the next year and then Cindy had been born. After that, there was very little sex for him. He figured that Evonne had gone the way of many girls after becoming married, and especially after becoming mothers.
They forgot about being sexual beings. They forgot how they got pregnant and sniffed when sex was mentioned. He didn't believe that it would ever happen to Evonne. Never, she loved it too much.
He went to the pros almost regularly after that. He figured that most guys did that. What woman really stayed pretty and sexy? Nobody. It was only in the movies and in the stories. So, he just did his duty by his wife.
They managed a little action during their third year of marriage, and wham, Evonne was pregnant again. He couldn't figure it out. She was supposed to be wearing a diaphram, wasn't she?
Well, he didn't know and when Evonne explained that sometimes they break, that when it got old, it could crack, he just accepted it with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't care about the baby.
His business was good and they could afford the baby very well. It didn't matter at all. He settled into realizing that he would probably have little to do with her after that.
How could he fuck a pregnant woman? He knew that she would probably turn him off completely as soon as she could. He was right. He just kept going to the whores that he knew.
Donna was born, but she wasn't very pretty. She didn't look like Cindy at all. Cindy was a very pretty child. She was pleasant and easy going, though she was spoiled by her mother.
Donna was quarrelsome from the very beginning. She didn't like being held and touched by certain people and she cried a lot of the time. However, she was rather clever in many ways.
Sam was consoled that she was more like her mother than him. He knew that Cindy was his little girl, but that Donna came from somewhere else. Evonne said over and over again that she was just like her.
Then, when the girls were five and seven, he became suspicious of Evonne. She always had babysitters for the girls in the afternoon on a certain day of the week. She didn't do anything regularly, like belong to a club and he was confused.
At first, when Sam suspected an affair, he became livid. He was supporting her and taking care of the children with his money. She wasn't. She had the nerve to play around like that when she was supposed to be taking care of his children.
Then there was that night that she came home rather late and there was whiskey on her breath. Sam blew up. He had to make dinner for the girls and himself. Besides being worried, he was very angry.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Out, where else?"
"How the hell can you leave these kids, my kids, your kids...."
"Who said they were your kids?"
The liquor loosened her tongue. Sam stood there, shaken. He didn't know what to say. He was lost for words. What was she implying? That the girls belonged to some other man?"
"What do you mean, Evonne?"
"Nothing. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
"It's only eight o'clock in the evening. You've probably spent most of the day in bed, anyway, haven't you?"
He was raging when he said it. He didn't care what he did. He never felt that way-before and he couldn't stop himself when he slapped at her over and over. Evonne tried to stay his hand, but she was powerless in the face of his force.
He was much stronger than her, naturally, and angered the way he was, he became a stronger man yet. He kept striking at her over and over until she fell and hit the floor with a thud.
It stopped him for a minute. Then he heard the children crying and he walked out of the room. He felt awful. He didn't want to look in on the kids. Maybe they weren't his.
He went out into the cold night air and thought about it. Slowly his mind cleared. Cindy looked just like him. Everyone said so. Evonne wasn't being truthful. She was being cruel.
Donna he worried about. But he knew so well that many children didn't look like one parent at all. That was the case with himself. He looked just like his mother, but nothing like his father.
He cooled off and went back inside. He opened the door of their bedroom to see Evonne sitting there, crying and bleeding from a head wound. Immediately he felt awful.
He took her to the hospital and suffered much embarrassment lying to everyone about how she got the injury. When she was being treated at the emergency room, she fainted and they decided to keep her.
That night, Sam had suffered a great deal. He though that he had injured her seriously and that he was going to be punished. He was ready to forget all about it. He didn't want any part of this. He couldn't handle it.
While she was in the hospital, the doctors suggested that Evonne see a doctor. They said that she was very nervous and she should see a psychologist. He was confused. Especially when the doctors seemed to be blaming him.
"Your wife is a very unhappy woman, Mr. Sparkler."
"Why do you say that?"
"She won't talk to us, but she has some problems that I'm sure you're aware of."
"What problems, doctor."
"Not physical, Mr. Sparkler. That gash on the head was only a mild concussion that won't hurt her. But her drinking will."
"Her drinking?"
"Didn't you know?"
"No. I...."
The look on the doctor's face made him feel awful. Suppose she had just been drunk and angry with him? All those things about the babies weren't true. He could have killed her for something that was bothering her.
He told the doctor that he wanted to help her no matter what it cost. He was very contrite when he took Evonne home. She didn't say much to him, but he blamed himself for everything.
He got someone to take care of the children during the day and he sent Evonne to a psychologist. She was to go to him twice a week. He said that she was a very nervous woman. Things were too much for her.
During the three years that Evonne saw that psychologist, Sam became the man that he was now. He thought little of himself. He brooded about almost killing a sick woman. He couldn't rest well.
He threw himself into his work and the company became very successful. He hired a woman to come in and live with them. That way, Evonne didn't have to do anything at all.
The girls grew up somehow and he even felt guilty for them. He had taken their mother away from them. He stayed away from home more and more. He went to the whores more and more.
He developed a guilt about everything. He didn't know where to turn and his guilt became a way of life for him. It was comfortable to blame himself for everything after a while.
Then, there had been the time he went to pick Evonne up from the psychologist's office. He waited in the anteroom for her. He didn't usually pick her up, but they had to go to her mother's for some affair and there was no other way.
She thought that he would be waiting down in the car for her and didn't expect him there in the waiting room.
He was a little early. He tried to read from the book that was on the table, but he kept hearing sounds from the room that disturbed him. Something like crying and moaning. He wondered what Evonne did in there for all that time.
Was she such a tormented soul that she cried and moaned to her psychologist? He was curious in his guilt. He didn't want to know, but he simply had to know.
He knew that he shouldn't try to listen. For a moment that seemed an hour, he debated with himself. He didn't have the right to do this. He really didn't. This was a privileged communication, he knew well.
Nonetheless, he couldn't stand this curiousity building up in him. He told himself that he had to know. That he must know how he had her hurt. He was, after all, responsible for it.
He crept toward the door, nervously hoping that no one would come in and see him doing something like that. It would have been awful. He would feel like a little worm if anyone saw him.
But he chanced it. He had to know. He went to the door and put his ear to it. The door wasn't that thick and he was able to hear actual words of the conversation. 'Oh, Dick ... Ahh ... No, not yet!"
There was laughter. A deep tone such as a man's voice. He didn't understand at first. He thought what he had heard was crying and moaning. He listened again.
This time, he heard more and he started to understand what was happening.
"Ohh, you've got such a big one! My husband was never like that, though I know a few other guys who are."
"What's the matter? I'm not enough for you?"
"Oh, sure you ar, Dick. It's just that I only see you twice a week. I can't live on that, you know."
There was more giggling. A rage burned inside Sam. He had to see it. To confirm it for himself. He would go crazy if he didn't know.
He got down and peeked through the key hole. It was an old fashioned door fortunately, with a wide keyhole, for a skeleton key.
The slick cock went in and out of her pussy, and then, the man put his hands on her hips he began to force her way down on his cock and pushing his body almost off the chair.
He was kissing Evonne's breasts that were out of the front of her shirt waist dress. She looked so fuckable just then. The wide skirt was pulled up and to the side.
The skirt fell down over the doctor's lap, but Evonne quickly grabbed at it. She laughed as she gathered it up in her arms and held it way up to her side.
"I've got to go out after this and I can't afford to be messed up, not in the least, Dick."
"Of course, I understand. Oh, I'm going to come Evonne and I don't care what you want to do! I can't take much more of this."
"And practical Dick. It's almost time for the end of the sesion, right?"
"That's right dear. You know our agreement."
"You bastard. If you didn't have such a big prick, I'd find another psychologist!"
Evonne laughed and bit the man's ear. She worked herself up on his cock and Sam could really see her slit, spread wide open, with the man's cock shoved into her hole.
He had never seen anything like that in his life before. Only in stag movies and that wasn't real. Here was his wife and her doctor, screwing and he was watching the actual screwing. It was wild.
"Oh, Dick, shove it in. I'm almost there. Faster, faster!"
The chair squeaked as the man fought to shove his cock into his patient just as she requested. Sam was glued to the keyhole, fighting for a better view.
Evonne bounced up and down on the cock, sighing and twisting her hips from side to side. She was giving him a nice fuck.
"Keep doing that, Evonne and I'm going to shoot my whole load in a minute!"
"Go ahead. I'll come anyway, you know that."
"You bet I do."
He laughed but then he moaned as Evonne squeezed his cock with her cunt. He started to pant and then he forced her way down on his cock. She was going to get it. Sam could see that.
His eye muscles were beginning to complain, but he couldn't let this sight go. He had to see the finish.
"I'm coming, Evonne. Ahh! Ahh!"
He humped himself up off the chair and into Evonne as he came. Sam watched intently. He saw his wife clutch the man and ride him harder and faster than before. He could see her ass muscles flexing as she tightened her cunt on him.
"Go ahead, Dick, shoot it...!"
"I am! I am!"
"More! Or I'll have to suck it out of you later on!"
She was leading the man into a frantic come and he let her. She talked him out while she worked her pussy over his thick cock muscle. Then suddenly, she let go and put her head back.
"Ahh! Shoot it into me, Dick! Shoot it into me!"
She was coming. Sam watched Evonne come all over her psychologist's giant cock. It was wild, but he felt his cock get hard as he watched. Was he sick, too? Wasn't he supposed to be very angry about it?
Well, he was, but he couldn't help his cock getting that hard. Evonne was an attractive woman and the sight of her fucking was exciting. The man finished humping her and Evonne rode him frantically.
Then they both stopped. There was gism coming out of her pussy. There was gism on her thighs. The tops of her stockings were wet with a little of the man's come and Sam noted that.
He didn't know what to do. They were finished and she was getting off him. His cock stood up in the air, still and it dripped from both their comes. It was terrible.
Sam knew that he had to get away from there. He didn't trust himself in what he was going to say to Evonne. He didn't want to know that he had been spying on them.
He hobbled into the corridor of the large building, and luckily, he saw the men's room. He opened the door and suddenly, the idea struck him.
He closed the door to the cubicle there and unzipped his pants. He was hot and he had to do something about it. He would simply have to jerk off.
He closed his hand around his thick and throbbing cock and brought it out of his pants. He was going to give himself some pleasure. He had to. He knew that he wouldn't be able to face her if he didn't.
Slowly, at first, he jerked his hand over his stiff cock. He sighed with the pleasure that his hand brought him. It was good and he liked it. He thought about the scene he had just witnessed and found his excitement growing.
Soon, he thought about being in the room where they fucked and touching her as they did it. He thought of the giant cock that was going in and out of her. That made him hotter than ever.
He had never seen another man's cock when it was in action. It was something wild to watch. He worked his hand up and down the hard, pulsing shaft and over the head of his cock as he beat his meat.
He felt the heat rising in his balls. He needed to shoot his load very quickly. He had to get downstairs or outside the building before Evonne come out of the doctor's office.
He increased the speed as he jerked off. He jacked his hand, hard and fast over his tender, burning skin. The head of his cock shone as some of his come started to come out.
He pushed his cock down, to aim into the receptical and continued with his jacking. He knew that he was going to come very soon. He knew that at any moment, he was going to make it.
He thought of one of the girls that he usually fucked and then he started to make it. He liked that one girl and what she did to him. She was a pro and he really shouldn't ever see her. He thought of her tongue licking the head of his cock.
The cream popped out of the hole in his cock. He splashed into the water and then, onto the floor as he jerked himself wildly. He was shooting off into her mouth. All over her face.
He panted as he came. He was so hot and he couldn't stop it. His cock became covered with his come and his hand slipped over his cock. It was a wild feeling. He liked it.
The come was still shooting out and it arched and hit the tile. He opened his mouth and sighed as the last burst of come shot into the recepticle again. Ahh, that was so much better.
He massaged himself for a little while after, but the pleasure was gone. It was over. The tension was gone and he didn't feel quite as desperate. He wiped himself off and tucked everything out of sight.
He peeked into the hallway from the men's room door and saw that no one was in view. Gladly, he waited for the elevator around the corner. As the red light lit, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He made it. Evonne wasn't there yet. He lit a cigarette and thought about it for a while. He didn't want to say anything to Evonne just then. But as the thought came to him, his conscious got to him.
Hadn't he been going to women ever since the second year of their marriage? Wasn't he to blame as much as she was for this? He had thought about his favorite whore when he jerked off.
He saw Evonne walk from the building and snubbed out the cigarette. He lit another one nervously and went to open the door for her.
He couldn't bring himself to say anything.
He never did. But he thought about all the times that she was away. He just decided that the doctor and all the others were her "pros". He was doing the same thing.
The only thing that he couldn't forgive her for was the fact that he suspected that Donna might not be his. But he was never sure, and each time he looked at the child he found himself being extra nice to her, to compensate for his feelings.
When they fought, Sam yelled at her with increasing intensity and he found little things to gripe about. The marriage went from bad to worse. But they never mentioned anything about divorce. They grew into the maddening routine.
And even now, as Sam carried the suitcases for his wife and his daughter, he kept his counsel. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he had spied on her in her doctor's office so many years ago.
What kind of a man spies on his wife like that? How could he prove it? She would only deny it. Or worse yet, admit it to his face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna bounded into the apartment. She had her usual false smile on. "Hello, older sister."
She made sure that she accented the "older" sister, part. She liked to be mean. She threw her things on the couch and immediately went for the refrigerator. She loved to do that. It made her feel more like she was horning in on Cindy.
"Hi, Donna. I don't have to ask you how you are. You're fine."
"Hello, Dear."
Her mother kissed her on the cheek absently. She went to the couch and sat down. Then she spied the liquor cabinet and got up.
"I think that I'll just have a little drink before anything. Sam, would you like one?"
"No, Evonne, you have one for yourself."
He sighed as he noticed his wife diving for the gin. He drank, but he didn't like to do it in front of the girls. He felt better doing it away from the house.
"How have you been, Cindy?"
"Fine, Dad. Just fine."
"I hope you don't mind us barging in on you. You know how hotel rooms are in this city."
Cindy's temper flared. She hated it when he started this.
"Dad, let's drop it. We both know how many hotels there are in this city...."
"Are you suggesting something Cindy, dear?"
It was Donna chewing on a piece of fudge that Cindy like to keep in the house. She smiled sweetly at her sister. They both knew who initiated the visit and why.
"Go to hell, Donna."
"That's not a nice way to talk to your sister. Not your little sister, is it, Cindy?"
"Okay, cut it out, the two of you. We haven't been together for two minutes and the two of you are going at it like cat and dog."
"Oh, Daddy, dear. That's not true. I don't think of Cindy as a dog."
Cindy got up to swipe at her sister, truly angered, but her father stepped in between them.
"Okay, now Donna that is very much enough for the rest of the trip. Do you hear me? Cindy, please sit down."
They all sat in silence for a moment, Donna making a production out of eating the fudge and smacking her lips.
Finally, Cindy got up. She wasn't in the mood for any nonsense. She didn't want any of her sister's lip.
"Look, Mom, Dad, I have a date for tomorrow night. He's very nice and I want to keep the date."
They looked at her. They were apparently very hurt. Shit, she thought. Now what do I do?
"I couldn't tell you anything. I just got the telegram."
"Of course, dear. We understand. Well, you just go out by yourselves."
"I don't want to be mean or anything like that, but I really want to go with him."
"Well, then you go. It's as simple as that.
Your sister will got out with us, that's all."
"And spend twice the amount of money on me, that's all, sister dear."
Cindy let it drop. She didn't want a fight with that shithead of a sister of hers. But she felt bad about doing that to her parents. They would be leaving Sunday afternoon and she did want to go out with them once.
She always felt guilty when she was actually with them. When she was alone, she could manage herself much better where they were concerned.
Suddenly an idea came to her. It was only eight-thirty and she hadn't had much of a dinner.
"Mon, Dad, why don't we go out tonight?"
"Oh, no, dear, your sister likes to watch television on Fridays. Isn't that right, Donna?"
"That's right, Mother. I come first."
"Then why don't you stay here, Donna? I'll go out with mother and Dad."
Sam perked up at the idea. He dreaded watching his wife drink herself into oblivion in front of the girls. He didn't mind the idea of being out with Cindy alone.
"That's a great idea, Cindy. How about it, Evonne?"
"But, Sam, we can't leave Donna."
Donna was going to say something nasty, but she suddenly realized that she would be alone for several hours in the apartment. That could mean lots of interesting things.
"No, I think that is a great idea, Mother. I'll stay her."
"Oh, but Donna. Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course. You go on. I'll watch television."
"I bought some food. It's in the refrigerator, if you get hungry, Donna."
Cindy smiled in her sister's direction, but not at her. She didn't like looking at her.
"Oh, thank you, gracious older sister. I'll make use of it."
The three of them were out the door in less than fifteen minutes. That gave Donna some very delightful time. She couldn't figure out what to do first. She had never been alone in New York ever. They were always together.
She tried to think of Where she could meet some men. She was tired of the kids that she had been screwing back in Ohio. Then, suddenly, the idea hit her.
She laughed and laughed, but not that hard. Of course. It would be a real treat for her. She hadn't had an older guy in a long time. She was going to enjoy this a whole lot.
She picked up the phone and dialed the special number for the doorman.
"Hi, this is Miss Sparkler. I have something to do up here and I can't manage it alone.
Could you send someone up to help?"
"Like what, Miss?"
"Well, like something that I can't do by myself. I need a guy to help me."
"Well...."
"There'll be a nice tip in it for you or whoever can come up."
There was a pause on the phone. Then the man seemed to make up his mind.
"There's no one else on duty at this time, Miss. I get a break from nine-thirty to ten. I'll be up then."
"Oh, thank you so much."
Donna relaxed as she put the phone down. This was going to be interesting, if nothing else. He had been looking at her mother, and that would be nice to know, as she fucked him that she screwed her mother in some way.
There had to be some connection for her. Not that her mother would actually have gone with the guy tonight, but she wasn't very particular, she knew.
Donna sighed. She knew all about her mother. She had seen her as she came home from school. Lots of times, she was getting home, too, or some guy was leaving the house.
She and her mother had a nice relationship for that reason. Donna knew that she could always blow the whistle on her mother. It made for an easier time in difficult circumstances.
She flipped on the television, but she couldn't really concentrate. She wanted that man to get up there so that she could get some action. No matter which channel she turned to, she couldn't find anything interesting.
Totally bored, she decided to get undressed. She brought her suitcase into the bedroom and opened it. She didn't bring anything exciting with her in the way of lingerie, but she did have her robe there.
Quickly, she got into her robe. It was a nice feeling to be naked underneath. She stood in front of the mirror for a while, just looking at her image. She pulled the robe open and paraded in front of the glass in different poses.
Before she realized how much time she had spent, the doorbell rand and she hurried to answer it. It had to be the doorman. What was his name? She didn't know and certainly it didn't matter. There were some guys she fucked whose name she didn't know at all.
Who cares, she thought as she pranced through the apartment. She didn't want to know their names. She wanted their cocks, remember? Her young tits bounced under the robe.
"Who's there?"
"It's Gus, Miss Sparkler."
So that was his name. It was fine.
"Oh, okay, Gus. I'll be just a minute."
She waited by the door, making it more exciting. Then she undid the locks and opened the door. She threw it wide for the older man. He was still wearing his doorman's uniform.
Just as he started to go into the apartment, someone opened the door in the next apartment. Gus turned at the sound of the door, but it was too late. Somewone had seen him.
"Why, hello, Gus. On your break?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Ranger. Giving little Miss Sparkler a hand."
"Have a nice evening, Gus."
Gus walked into the apartment. He seemed a little awkward. He didn't know Donna very well. He knew that the Sparklers came to visit pretty often, but he hadn't been on the job more than a few months. This was the second time that he had seen them.
"I'm so glad that you were able to come, Gus."
"No problem, miss. What is the problem?"
"Oh, something little, I guess, but I wanted to know that I fixed it before my parents got home. It's here in the bedroom."
She giggled to herself as she lead the man into the other room. It was the most compromising room in the entire house. He would have to give into her desires there.
When she got into the room, she threw herself across the bed, on her back. The robe was open and it parted immediately.
"I got horny and I didn't know what to do about it, Gus. I can't do it by myself."
Gus started at her. He didn't move. He just looked. Her body wasn't unpleasant to look at either.
"I better be going, Miss. This is some mistake."
He turned, but Donna stopped him with her acid tone. She was annoyed that he didn't immediately fall on top of her.
"You take one more step out of here and I'll have to call the police and tell them you tried to rape me."
"What? You're crazy!"
"That nice Mr. Ranger saw you coming in here. I'll tell them that you called me and arranged to get in here on some false pretense. How's that? And, to make it a little better, I'm only fourteen. How does that sound?
"You're a little bitch. Not like your sister. She's a decent person."
"Oh, have you fucked her too?"
"No! What kind of a kid are you, anyway?"
"A horny one! Now, get to your work. I meant it when I said that there was a tip in it for you. Five dollars, too."
The man didn't know what to do. He realized that the girl was probably crazy enough to carry through with her threat. She was laying there with her legs spread open and he couldn't help himself from looking.
Why would she want him, he thought. What did she see in him? He was so much older than she was and he didn't think of himself as exciting. However, when he felt the bulge in his pants getting bigger, he didn't continue the argument.
"You're crazy, sweetheart, but it's okay with me."
He came towards her, unbuttoning his uniform jacket. He opened it and threw it on the chair beside the bed. Suddenly a thought hit him.
"Hey what if your folks come home? What happens to me?" j
"They'll catch you. But then, the minute someone comes in here, I'm going to start to scream, anyway. If your still here, that is. So, you better hurry up and screw me."
She smiled and the man knew that he was trapped. He was going to have to give into this girl's desires. He unzipped his pants and pulled them with his shorts all the way to his ankles. He didn't take them all the way off, though.
In case something happened, he was going to need the time to get dressed. He believed her threats about crying rape. He would have little defense with her at all.
His cock was serving him well. Even though he didn't get much screwing this time of his life, he managed to get something hard for her right away. His cock was standing up really hard.
He came on top of her on the bed and rubbed his hand over her small, but pretty tits. He rubbed the nipple in between his thumb and his forefinger. He felt something drip from his cock and knew that he was going to go fast.
He was too excited, the closer he got to her. He got on top of her so that his cock was in the right position, right in between her legs. Donna was delighted and she opened them even more.
"You're going to like fucking me. I know that."
"Oh, yeah, I know. I'm loving it already."
He bent his head and kissed her tits. He sucked on the nipples, and Donna sighed. She liked the way that older men made love. They were more thorough than the young kids.
Well, not all of the, she knew. She had had several and some of them were just as stupid and clumsy. But now she lay back, enjoying the touch of this greying man.
He kissed her breasts and started to move to her stomach, but he remembered how little time he might have. He forgot about being galant in his lovemaking and started to screw. He wanted to save his ass.
His cock was serviceable. He didn't screw that much unless he met someone in the bar before he went home. He didn't get it from his old lady much anymore. She just wans't interested, she said.
The flames in him started to leap as he prodded her tight pussy for the opening to her cave. He imagined what it would be like, but he didn't get very far. He hadn't screwed a young girl in a long time.
He spread her legs wider with his legs and then he started to probe for the hole with the tip of his cock. He used his hand to guide it. Then he spread her lips wider with his fingers around his cock.
Donna lay back, feeling very much the queen. She wanted to be waited on and fucked. Even as far as having her needs taken care of this way. It was very exciting for her to have this man cater to her this way.
She felt the tip of his cock going into her pussy lips and she squirmed underneath him. She wanted to feel his cock ram its way into her and make her come no matter what she did.
Gus found the hold and thrilled to the sensation. He wanted to get into her really fast now. His hard on was good, but he didn't know how long that he could hold it at that strength and hardness.
He started to push it into her. He was able to, but he felt his cock getting just a little bit softer. He panicked and started to shove at her. He didn't want to lose his erection.
Once he was inside, he knew that he would be able to make it stay. He knew that. But he had to get it there. He was rough and he pushed hard to get into her wet pussy.
Donna thrilled, ignorantly, to his wild behavior. She liked the way that he was forcing himself into her. She felt the hardness that he had, not the soft condition that he feared.
Gus was successful, in getting his way into her cunt. He forced the still stiff meat into her hole and her well used track obeyed without argument. He was surprised that she was as easily plied as that.
"I bet you fuck like crazy."
"You bet right, Gus. Anytime that I can get it."
He didn't care about that, though. He was plowing her cunt and it was fine for him to do. Her pussy was tight enough for him. He was beginning to rub his cock back and forth and the sensations were fine.
He loved the way she grabbed hold of his cock with-her pussy. She was hungry for the come that he had in his balls and he knew it. She was some kind of nympho, he guessed.
So what? He was getting a good lay out of it and five dollars, to boot. That wasn't so terrible to take. But he had to get it over with and get back downstairs before anyone came back. He didn't trust her at all.
He started to stroke her pussy. In and out, in and out, he drove his prick. Donna sighed and started to move her hips so that his cock was caught and moved around inside her. She could use her muscles well to serve her purposes.
She rotated her hips so that he was getting a great feeling and so was she.
The honey was pouring out of her pussy, making his cock all that much wetter. She gave him a great time.
He pounded into her pussy. He was getting the feeling of it now. And he didn't want to stop at all. He was beginning to enjoy the screwing that he was forced to do.
He moved his ass back and forth, sending his cock into her in a grinding motion. He loved to do that back in his young days. He ground into many a pretty hungry young girls back in his day.
They used to go for him, but now he was glad to get this piece of ass, though unsolicited. He screwed up his face as he felt the pleasure surrounding his cock. He was totally involved with the screwing.
He grunted as he felt his cock get harder inside her pussy. He felt his hard on return fully as he stroked. Her pussy warmed and stiffened his cock and he gratefully fucked her in return.
The bed bounded under the incongrous pair. The man, pants pulled way down but not off, banging his cock into the pussy of this youngster. He was wearing a heavy T-shirt under his jacket and he looked rather unappetizing as far as a choice of lovers went.
However, Donna was having the time of her life. To add to the direct and actual physical pleasure, she enjoyed the knowledge of her power over the man. She had him just where she wanted him. That was a turn on for Donna.
She ground her hips for him, too. She knew how to use the educated cunt of hers and she smiled up at him as she saw his reaction to the lovely fuck they were having.
"You like it, Gus? Not sorry?"
"Of course I love it! You think I'm crazy?"
"That's not very complimentary. Say you love to fuck me."
It was a command, not a request and he responded to it that way. His voice was droning but he was thoroughly involved with his fucking.
"I love to fuck you. Love to fuck you."
He banged into her pussy over and over, making sure that she believed him. He was getting close to making it and he was happy. He wanted to get out of this place as quickly as he could. The more he fucked Donna, the more aware he became that she was ruthless in her desires. He didn't trust her at all.
She put her arms around his neck then and started to kiss the side of his neck. She was nibbling at him, making him more excited. She was going to come, soon she knew, but she wanted to see him go sky high when he blew inside her.
"You like it in there, Gus?"
"Sure, it's great, sugar. Great."
He continued his screwing and she moaned as he started to get to her. She was beginning to feel her pussy really come alive. She could feel the sensations building to a climax.
"Oh, that's nice, Gus. Make it feel really good inside there. Come on!"
She was on fire and she didn't mind letting him know. She squirmed around underneath the man, driving her hips up at him. She covered his cock completely with her pussy.
She tightened the muscles in her cunt and suddenly the wild pleasure started to happen for her. She was going to make it in just a minute.
"That's it, Gus, Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He was delighted to hear her response and he banged his stiff meat into her without stopping. Even though he didn't usually get such strenuous exercise, he didn't have much of a problem.
He rammed his cock into her over and over and then, Donna went wild. She felt what she needed. The sweet music was being played inside her. She screamed out and suddenly she was there.
"Oh yes, Gus. Fuck me! That's it!" He rammed his prick into her without stopping once and as he felt the strong contractions all around his prick, he knew that he couldn't hold out for very long.
He rammed into her, furiously and then, the whole thing got to him, too. He felt her pussy cream pouring over him and the wild movements of her hips and his cock simply gave in.
Donna was screaming and yelling, thrashing on the bed under him. She was rocking and writhing as she felt the magnificent feeling she always got during an orgasm. She was thrilled that she had gotten her way with the man. She had won.
Gus finally had to make it. He couldn't take it anymore. It was the end. He rammed his cock all the way in and then out. He plowed into her faster and faster and the, at last, his balls responded to the need.
The spunk that had been there too long, burst into life. He sprayed her with the creamy come. He yelled, grunted and sprayed her over and over. He was fucking in full splendor.
He rammed her over and over, giving her all the come that he had in him. The shivers of pleasure shook him and he jerked his body over hers again and again.
He didn't speak to her, but she was too far gone to notice that. She didn't really care though, because she was too lost in her own world. She didn't know that he wasn't pleading for more of her lovely charms.
He rammed his cock into her but the come was almost all gone. He didn't have that kind of flow for her. He didn't have the load that she hoped for. He was exhausted in only a moment.
The come finally stopped and then he had to stop. He couldn't keep up with this. He wasn't used to it. He fell on top of her, the strength and the come totally exhausted.
Donna fought for him to move on top of her, but he wasn't capable of that. He was truly out. She grumbled but as she fought, her orgasm faded and she was left, pussy throbbing, filled with come and very angry.
"Oh, you! I'm not all finished yet! I'm not finished."
But the man was so tired that all he could do was to wave his hand and lay there on top of her. He was much too tired. He patted his chest for a minute and then Donna got scared.
She figured that he was having a heart attack. Quickly, she pushed him off her and went into the bathroom. She wanted to be dressed in case something happened to that guy-It would be very embarrassing to be found that way. She couldn't say that the man raped her and then had a heart attack. She didn't think that it would seem right, anyway.
When she got back into the room, her clothes on, Gus was getting dressed. He looked awful.
"Are you all right? I figured that you might drop dead on me."
Gus saw his moment for victory over this snotty young kid. He squinted his eyes and shook his hands, without speaking. Then he spoke very softly.
"I tried to say something, but I figured you wouldn't believe me. I'll be okay but I have to get back to the desk. My other pills are there."
"Oh, sure. Sure."
He walked the rest of the way to the door and smiled at her. She remembered the money and felt that she ought to add some to make it better. "Here."
She thrust ten dollars into his hand as he walked through the door. She looked at him and he smiled back, rather weakly. Then she closed the door. She felt shaky herself.
Donna wasn't pleased about how her evening had gone. It wasn't a total success. First she had to bribe the guy to screw her and then, he turned out to be a heart case. Wow.
She had had a good lay, but she didn't like the idea that she might have really hurt somebody. She wasn't that evil. Just very spoiled and highly sexed, she told herself.
She nursed her sorrows in a bottle of beer from the refrigerator while she waited for her parents and her sister to come home. She would figure out something else to do before she had to go home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The evening went well with Cindy and her parents. There was a certain amount of calm that was not present when Donna was along. There were none of the barbs that the younger girl always threw at her sister.
They talked and enjoyed the evening. They ate a lovely dinner and Evonne Sparkler did not feel the need to drink as heavily as her husband suspected she might.
When they got home, Donna was sleeping, very disturbed and cranky. It was nothing unusual to the three however, and they did not question her or bother her in any way.
Cindy went to sleep in the sofa bed with her sister hoping that she didn't wake up. She never enjoyed being with her sister. Even when they had been little she had been a pain in the neck.
But the night was uneventful and when the morning came, Cindy felt great. She was going out that night with Ron and he might even meet her parents. She wasn't afraid of that, but she knew she would try to keep Donna away from him.
The day was spent shopping with her mother and her sister, distasteful as that was to Cindy. She made some concessions to the visit by her parents. She had to admit that her sister was part of the family.
Donna spent all afternoon trying on clothes, that she then discarded on the floor of the dressing room. Her mother spent the time rehanging them the way they should have been.
To avoid a confrontation, Cindy waited outside the dressing room or tried on her own things in another booth without asking for advice or opinions. She picked out some lovely dresses and bought them.
That is, her mother bought them for her.
She always did that when she came to New York. She made sure that the girls had everything. She didn't want them to be without, she told herself.
But during the later afternoon, the shopping trip wore thin for Cindy and all she thought about was getting close to Ron. She wanted to have him next to her and inside her, too.
But, again, Donna dragged it on and finally, Cindy told her mother that she was going to go home to get ready for her date.
"I don't know exactly when he's going to come, so I would like to be there if he calls."
Before Donna had the chance to say something nasty, Cindy kissed her mother on the cheek and dashed out of the store. She felt lighter when she was alone. The tension wasn't so very bad.
She went home to a telephone message. Her father smiled when he told her that the young man had called.
"Ron said that he would pick you up at seven forty-five. He's very precise. And extremely personable young man. What does he do?"
Cindy beamed when she thought about him. He was a successful business man already. Her father would like that, she figured. Good material for a son-in-law, Son-in-law! Listen to her. She was only dating the man for a week. Not their second date, to be sure! What was the matter with her?
"He's a salesman for the company I work for, Dad. He's very successful and we're going out tonight to celebrate the big sale he made this week."
"I'm impressed. How old is he?"
"Oh, about twenty-nine, I think."
"Isn't that a little bit old for you, dear?"
"Too old? Daddy are you for real?"
"Yes. He's a man. You're just a girl."
"Well, he seems to like it just the way that it is. So do I."
She turned on her heel and walked into the bedroom to take a shower and relax a little before having to get ready. She put her hair up in a wrap so that it wouldn't get wet or messed up.
After the shower, she lay on the bed and slept for a few moments. But she was restless, and then, Donna and her mother came home. That killed all possibility of sleep for her.
It seemed as though the rest of the evening dragged, until about six-thirty and then the time flew. Cindy couldn't get ready on time. She couldn't manage to put her make-up and her clothes and comb her hair fast enough. He was going to have to wait for her.
She thought of him talking to her father and she smiled. A man to man talk. She was pleased with the picture, until she realized that Donna was probably going to be there, making ugly comments.
Or making a play for him. That was much more her style and she knew that. She hurried herself. She'd rather have her lipstick on a little crooked than not have a date with Ron.
She didn't want people to know that her sister was such a drag. She was an embarrassment to people when she started her shit. She made a scene over nothing and enjoyed every bit of attention.
Miraculously, she Cindy was ready when the doorbell rang. She let Ron say hello to everyone, even to Donna, and then she said that she had to go.
"Ron wants to get an early start. We're going to see this show and we don't want to be late. Goodnight, Mother, Father."
Ron seemed a little confused, but she hurried him out of the place. He looked at her for a moment and forgot his confusion back there in the apartment. He took her in his arms right outside the elevator door and kissed her.
The fire started to light in Cindy, too. She loved the way he loved her. She knew that she would do anything with him, anything.
"You look beautiful tonight. That is a lovely outfit you're wearing."
"Thank you, Ron. I bought it today. On a shopping trip with Mother and Donna."
"I don't want to pry, but are you ashamed of me or something?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the way that you scooted us out of there. I got the impression that you didn't want anyone to talk to me."
"Oh, no. It's nothing like that. It's just that my sister can be a little strange at times."
They were on the street in no time. Ron took her to a wonderful restaurant and then they were going to go to a bistro to hear some live music, but it happened again.
"I don't want to go anywhere but your apartment."
"Okay. I certainly don't mind, Cindy."
They took a cab to his apartment on the upper east side of New York, in a fashionable neighborhood. She was pleased to see his apartment. It wasn't the kind of luxury and completion that her apartment exuded, but it was very nice.
They didn't linger over the furnishings or on the music that he played on the new stereo. They were immediately at each other. He was as hot as she was for him. They didn't waste one moment they didn't have to.
In a moment, Cindy was undressed, her clothes thrown on a chair, despite their newness. She watched as he undressed and when he was naked, they embraced. It was a splendid moment for them.
"Hmm, you've got the greatest body, Cindy. I love to touch you. Especially when you're naked."
She giggled and buried her head on his chest. She loved the way that he felt against her. Just enough hair. It was a nice feeling, even though it was something she had just become aware of.
She ran her hands over his chest and then his arms. She was hot for him, bu there was a touch of her feeling for him in that touch. She wanted to hold him because she cared for him.
That very basic and warm feeling threw her off balance. She didn't want to fall for anyone. It was a silly and dangerous thing to do. It could cause a lifetime of unhappiness.
All she had to do was to look at her parents to know that it was so. She smiled at Ron. She rubbed her hands down his thighs. That was nice. She looked at his prick. It was still a bit uncurled. She rubbed it with her fingers.
Then, very instinctively, she went down on him. She pushed him back on the bed and put her mouth over his cock. It was a great feeling. Almost immediately his cock started to perform in a better manner.
He was getting a huge erection. He didn't have to wait for anything. He wanted to screw her right then. He wanted to screw her in his bed. That way, every time that he went to bed, he would knew that she had been there in his sheets, making it with him.
Anytime that he wanted to, he could jerk off and be somewhat closer to her for that. Even when she was with someone else. When she was in bed at her place. He could manage all of that now.
He held her tight to him. He wanted to be inside her right away. He wanted to be all the way in there. He nudged his cock against her thigh. He felt her sigh and then, she put her arms around him.
"I never felt this way about anybody, Ron. How about you? Anything different in what you feel?"
"Well, that's a really loaded question. How can I say yes or no?"
"Very easy. I want to know if I'm the one who is feeling this thing. I want to be careful. I don't want to be foolish or get hurt."
He looked at her, directly. He smiled and then kissed her. He shook his head. He didn't know what to say. The idea of getting serious was a little scarey to him, but he couldn't let on about that.
"No, I'm feeling something different for you, too, Cindy. I don't know what it is, but it's different."
He didn't want to say anymore. That wouldn't be right. He didn't know what he felt that was so different. He usually got involved with the girls that he went out with.
He buried his lips and then his tongue in her mouth. He wanted to make her involved with the sex that they were going to share now. He wanted that more than she did now.
He kissed her over and over as she rolled over and over. She kissed him and then he kissed her back. They joined tongues and mouths and all that was left to join was their private parts.
His cock was throbbing from the contact he hadn't had in a long time. It seemed to him that way, although in reality it had been only a few days. But she didn't think that way, and neither did he.
"I missed you, Cindy. Kiss me."
He demanded it from her, and she gave it to him. He wanted her all the way. He wanted to shove his cock into her and make her drink all the come that he had to give.
He was determined to get inside her. He wanted to make it with her all the way for the whole night. It was even better that they came directly to his place, since her parents would expect her home at some time, and she couldn't spend the night.
She moved her body, so that she was beneath him, and able to wiggle and get some sensation in her pussy from his cock. He liked and immediately started to grind his cock into her flattened pussy.
"That feels really good, Cindy. That and a little more, too."
He smiled and then continued to grind his cock into her. He wanted to make sure that she knew what she was in for. He wanted to fuck her a million times that night. He truly enjoyed her body.
"I'm going to pound this cock of mine right into you until you can't walk. You'll be that sore. I promise."
Cindy smiled, and then she laughed. She wanted him, but she didn't think of men in those terms. She felt pretty spectacular herself, and she didn't need anyone to make her feel like a woman."
"I know, it's great to be able to make love to me."
"You bet it is, and I'm going to do all of it, baby."
He was willing to flatter the hell out of her. Anyway, he was falling for her the way that he did with all the other girls. She was fascinating to him. He was really taken with her.
He kissed her, and didn't let her make any more conversation. He was in the mood for a little action. He knew that he wanted her right away. He didn't intend to wait.
"Open those lovely legs, so I can fuck that sweet pussy."
"You are really bold tonight, Ron."
"I'm always bold. You know that, honey."
He bit her neck and she moaned. She loved the things that he was doing. He was more forceful and exciting to her than most of the men that she knew.
She remembered the way that she was forced to take it from him right there, with their clothes on, because he got her so hot for him. That was something that most guys didn't do for her.
She spread her legs, as he rolled on top of her again, making sure that she was ready to receive his cock.
He put his head down and started to lick her tits. He was going to give her some thrills before sticking it into her. He wanted to know that she was all ready to take him.
While he licked her tits, he lowered his fingers to her pussy. He spread the lips apart to find her wet and waiting. He smiled at her. She looked so serene waiting for him to love her.
"You're a little wet, honey."
"I know. There's nothing I can do about it."
"But there's something I can do about it."
He took his prick in his hand, and guided the head to her lips. He spread the hair apart, and then forced his way into the pulpy part of her pussy. The lips and the clitoris were there, stimulated and hungry.
He pressed into her and Cindy sighed. She opened her lips and put her tongue out to him. He forced his mouth over hers, and pushed his tongue into her mouth at the same time that he pushed his cock into her tight opening.
Cindy squirmed. But she didn't try to get away from him. She wanted him more than he wanted her, possibly.
She rubbed herself against him and then pushed her hips up to meet him. She wanted to feel his cock deep inside her. That was all that would help her in her need for him.
As the thick head and the shaft pushed into her, she sighed as the man impaled her. It was a wonderful sensation to feel his powerful prick stuffed into her tight pussy. Over and over he shoved at her.
Her tightness gave way and he sunk up into her. That one last thrust sent her crying and moaning. She was having him again. It was as if they never stopped loving.
She kissed him and shoved her tongue into his mouth. She was very high on his loving. She wanted his cock all the way into her. She wriggled in his arms to get the full impact of his love.
They started to move as one person. They were joined at the genitals for their ritual of lovemaking. They were bound by the tie that would take them into many pleasurable hours.
She moaned and pushed herself higher on his cock. She wanted to be all over him. The lovely feelings in her pussy were beginning to make her feel wonderful.
She wanted to feel that hot come shoot into her and be done with it. She wanted it to go on all day, especially when it was from Ron's cock.
His glans was wedged into her cunt and he began to push at her. He put one hand under her ass and pushed her up further for his contact. Then his cock started to shove all the way into her hot cunt.
Ron put his full weight behind the next thrust and his aching balls felt soothed for a moment. He wanted nothing less than to blast his cream into her. It was something that he had to do.
Cindy cried out as the thick stiff meat spread her wide open, and she rocked from side to side. She wanted to make it soon. She wanted to fuck with him for the rest of the night.
They were lost in the heavy part of their lovemaking. Cindy moaned and pressed her hand on Ron's ass. She forced him deeper into her pussy. She felt the thick throbbing meat going into her and she sighed with pleasure.
She was lost in what they were doing. It was so good. She had to have all of his cock and balls.
"Oh, rub your balls against my thighs, Ron."
He wiggled his ass and scraped his heavy sac against her. The feeling that it produced in her was something akin to wild titillation. She loved the soft, wrinkled pouch that he had for her.
She loved a man's balls. She loved the way that it made her feel. When a guy's balls were smack up against her thighs or her ass, she knew that his cock was in all the way.
He reamed her out steadily. He kissed her lips and her shoulders and breasts. He especially sucked on her tits. He loved the way that they got hard in his mouth when he sucked on them. It made him realize how hot Cindy was for him.
They coupled hotly on the bed. He ground his ass around, driving his prick down into her hole. He forced all the meat he had into her. He could feel her tight pussy close on him, each time that he did it.
There was nothing that he could do that was unpleasant to Cindy. Every time that he moved, he gave her extreme pleasure. His cock was so thick, that any time he moved, her pussy was spread wide over it.
She gyrated her hips back and forth, making herself feel better on his cock. It was something that she loved as well as he.
She then threw her legs around him, and he felt her heels dig into the cheeks of his ass.
"Oh, hump me, and fuck me, please, Ron!"
"Any time you want, honey."
Ron was getting more inspired as he rammed his steaming cock forward with all the strength he could manage. The head of his bulging prick clammed into her full force.
They slammed and pumped into each other, desperately from that point on. It was the high point for the both of them. They were too hot to try to slow down.
Ron's balls ached for release. He had carried that load for her since the night before. He had wanted her even then. Even as he had screwed another girl, he had thought about Cindy. He slammed into her. His balls slammed into her ass and she screamed.
Cindy was getting very close to coming herself. She wanted what he had to give to her, and it didn't matter who came first.
"I can't take it any more, Cindy. I want to come."
"Make me come, too, Ron."
"I can't hold out too much longer."
Then a thought struck him. He lowered his hand, holding her ass. He began to finger the hole that had been ravaged by his cock on their previous date.
"Oh, no, not my ass, Ron."
"Yes. I want to and it will get you there fast."
Cindy knew that he was right. But she was still a little sore, and she was slightly scared of it. But as she felt his finger bringing the pussy juice that had seeped out, she relaxed.
She anticipated the movement of his finger when he would spread that tight ring open. It was a wonderful way to wait.
He did it. He shoved his finger through her anus. Into that place that had given him so much pleasure, that he didn't know what to do about it. He thrust his finger deeper into her ass.
She cried out over and over again. But all he did was to ream her out with his finger. He plunged it in and then took it almost all the way out. He was frigging her ass with his finger.
She was climbing higher and higher very quickly. He had been right of course. With her two holes stuffed, Cindy would make it faster. She wanted to feel him burst inside her cunt, but she didn't want him to stop frigging her ass either.
"That's it, Ron. It's great!"
He pushed his finger in fast, and hard. He wanted to get off as soon as he could. He was hot and he had to get his balls off. Now! There was no way he could wait.
He frigged that tightened asshole with his finger and then, as he realized that he was going to make it whether he wanted to or not, he knew that he had to do something.
Quickly, he shoved two fingers up her ass. She screamed but the effect was what he wanted. It felt more like his cock. It brought back the memories of the wild fuck they had shared together the other night.
"Ron, I'm going to make it. I'm coming."
The sensation of having her ass wrenched apart was a magical one for her. She was feeling the wild sensations that made her come. She was beginning to have that crazy itch, that she had to scratch with a cock.
He plunged those two fingers into her rapidly, and even though he was hurting her a little, she didn't mind. It was too erotic to think of any small detriment to the pleasure.
"Fuck me in both places, Ron!"
She was there and she knew it. Then they both knew it. She was slippery with her cream, and then the contractions started. The pleasure followed, and she was gone. There was nothing she could do but come.
"Fuck me! I'm coming. I'm coming!"
She rammed her heels into his ass as he frigged and fucked her and she went wild. She was gone. She was creaming all over that thick prick, that had given her all this pleasure. It was something beyond her expectations.
The cream from her pussy wet him over his fingers and his balls as he frigged her asshole. She was wetting him with a copious flow of juice. It was delightful for her. Crazy for her, too.
She tightened her pussy over his prick and Ron knew that he was going to lose the battle very soon. He didn't mind it however. His prick was very grateful.
The gism boiled in his balls, as she increased the motions of her cunt, and started to suck him forcefully. He gave in. He blasted her with the hottest come he had shot into her yet.
"I'm coming, Cindy. Take it."
She humped faster to suck the rest out of him. She was grateful too. She had wanted the release of his gism. She loved the blast that he was going to give her right now. It was something really wonderful to feel the hot gushing of the sweet juices that he had for her.
They rocked on the bed, as the hot gism gushed out. It was something wild for the both of them to experience. Something wonderful. The cream shot into her, and was forced out of her hot box onto his balls and his fingers in her ass.
Her ass tightened over his fingers and he thought back to the way that his cock had been treated to the special and wonderful session that few nights ago.
But then the flow of gism stopped and all was over. Her pussy calmed and his rocks melted to the soft sac that he nurtured until the time was right once more.
His cock throbbed, but finally withered in her hungry but satisfied pussy. And they lay there oh the bed, still joined slightly. As his prick limped to a rest zone, they kissed and sniggled into each other.
This was going to be something very enjoyable.
It was going to be something wild for the both of them.
But Ron could feel himself falling in love already. He was falling and falling hard. That was the w he was, and he just couldn't help it.
Cindy had a marvelous evening. She loved him over and over, and even though she knew it was the very beginning of a long series of marvelous, entertaining evenings, with the delights of the flesh to follow even more each time they fucked, she was glad she had fucked him as if this were the last time.
Because this would make every other session even more wonderful!
She caressed his limp prick in her hand, and stroked it gently. He smiled, thinking that she was over-anxious. There wasn't anything just then. Not for awhile.
But as he looked into her lovely eyes, and stroked the now turgid buds on her breasts, he felt the spark of life, and he moaned, although with a smile on his face.
She had done it.
She had coaxed him to life again. Here they went again!
