Southern California was sweltering under the weight of the fifth consecutive hundred degree day. It was a torrid day, a day that could move you to extremes, to doing things that you had never done before.
Cindy and Larry were no less hot than the day was. They were cruising the university district in his sleek new "Z". In addition to that, there was that other heat that was more difficult to escape.
The bright red car seemed like it floated on the asphalt. The top was down and icy air from the air conditioning flowed caressingly up Cindy's bare legs and into her crotch.
That was where Larry would have liked to have been at that moment, he told himself, glancing over at the pretty girl sitting beside him. That little Cindy was definitely one hell of a fox. Her long blonde hair was blown in a wild comet tail by the car's speed and the wind.
Cindy, a UCLA student, was wearing a tropical patterned shirt whose fabric was thin enough to shape her breasts and to reveal the hard spikes of her nipples.
Even though Larry had fucked her twice that morning he found that he couldn't get enough of the babe, and especially he couldn't stop himself from glancing over at those tits. Anyone would have felt the same about a chick as pretty as Cindy.
He just kept looking over, his eyes continually coming to rest on those tits and the spikes of her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her shirt.
She wore white short-shorts and sandals, and that completed the picture of a girl without a trouble in the world. Her parents were pretty well off, and so that took care of her material needs, and now she was going with a rich man's son. That took care of everything else.
Everyone who knew them assumed that they were going to get married, although they hadn't actually dealt with the subject in so many words. Cindy knew that Larry would have liked that, but there was something inside of her that told her to wait.
Larry's hand rested lightly on her downy-haired bare thigh, gently rubbing the palm of his hand against her legs, his fingers sliding under the hem of her shorts.
Larry was also a UCLA student, the kind of guy gifted with the brains so that he never had to study. It wouldn't have mattered, anyway. When he got out of college he would be going into his father's computer communications business, and he knew it wouldn't be too long before his father turned the whole business over to him. Shit, he had it made in the shade.
Larry was dressed in a sports shirt, shorts and sandals. They cruised up Westwood Boulevard, radio blasting.
By that time, though, Larry was fed up with cruising and wanted something a little more ... not hot, but involving. It had been Cindy's idea, anyway.
Shit, he knew what he wanted, and it wasn't just to drive along, checking out the foxes in their skimpy outfits. That only served to make him more horny.
Why bother, anyway, when he had a fox sitting beside him?
They should have stayed back at his pad for another round on the bed, he told himself, but there was no particular point in crying over spilt sperm.
He gunned the powerful engine and rocketed up the deserted avenue, heading for his personal retreat-a tiny house perched dangerously on a steep slope in the hills above the university's campus.
Larry couldn't help but wonder if that hadn't been part of his appeal for Cindy, the fact that he was well off.
He wasn't all that popular on campus, and it just might have been that his parents were wealthy that finally decided the chick whether she should make it with him.
Well, there was no point in crying over that, either. If his money had had anything to do with him being able to get into Cindy Straub's tight little pants, well, then all he could say was thank god for his money!
And so now Cindy was another given, along with the computer business. Larry felt like his whole life had been delivered to him on a silver platter, and he certainly wasn't bitching about the fact.
A few minutes later they were parked beneath a pine tree on a twisting street in the Hollywood hills.
One side of the house was built on the slope, the other hung precariously out into space, supported only by stilts. It flitted at the edge of Larry's consciousness that maybe his relationship was Cindy was as precarious as that, too, but he quickly dismissed it. Naw, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Cindy slipped out of the car and started running a comb through her wind-tangled hair, the car's tiny side mirror inadequate to the task. To anyone looking at her she would have appeared to have been just another trend-following college student. Larry hoped that the appearance was correct.
It was a little cooler in the hills, but only a little. There was only one thing that was going to turn down the heat that Larry was feeling.
Heat shimmered off the pavement and, although it was an illusion, Larry felt like there was heat shimmering off him, too.
Larry, taking Cindy by the waist, led her up the short walk to the house's ostentatious Spanish-style oak door. A moment later he had slid his key into the door lock and was ushering her into the house.
It was cool, almost chilly inside, and dark. The drapes were drawn, admitting little light and less heat.
As soon as she was inside, Cindy started peeling off her clothes, and that was just fine with Larry. Anything that got Cindy to take off her clothes was like a boon from Heaven as far as Larry was concerned.
Larry strode across the room, flipping switches, to bring the room to life with music and soft lighting.
"Wine?" he asked.
"Please ... You know that white wine I like?" she asked.
"The one from Oregon, or Washington, or some such crazy place?" he asked, adjusting the music level.
"Yes, Oregon. It's got a duck on the label."
"Right," he said laughing.
The tiny living room was sunk two steps below the entrance level in the house. It had cool white plaster walls in a Moroccan style. Heavy wood beams held up the ceiling, where a fan slowly turned. It was strictly ornamental, since the air conditioning took care of the temperature.
Cindy kicked off her sandals, letting her pretty toes with bright red painted nails luxuriate in the deep pile of a bone white rug that lined the sunken sitting area. Cindy dropped her designer sunglasses onto a glass and chrome end table with a tall white vase filled with feathery fronds.
Cindy pulled off her tropical shirt, letting it fall into the chair beside her. She knew that Larry wouldn't mind if she went bare-chested, and it kind of turned her on the way that he responded to her tits.
Hmmmmmmmm ... she thought. Like all men don't respond to my tits....
Now, that was what Larry had been waiting for.
He could feel his dick hardening immediately when Cindy's tits came to view. He shifted, trying to free his hard dick, caught in the tight trap of his shorts.
Cindy arched back, stretching her arms languorously.
Her breasts perked prettily upward when she did that, the big, baby pink nipples rising to point at the ceiling. When those nipples went upward, angling toward the ceiling, Larry's eyes followed.
My God, Larry thought, that chick had one hell of a set of tits on her!
Larry could hardly wait to do more than just look, but somehow he held himself back.
Cindy laughed as Larry went past her, glancing around to ogle her tits as he was heading to the kitchen to get the wine.
Shit, she wondered if he would ever get over his lust for her knockers. It was so damned obvious!
She loved that horny leer that was spread wide across his face.
It only took him a minute to retrieve the wine and a couple of long stemmed glasses and to hurry back to the front room and Cindy. When he returned he placed the wine and glasses on the table in front of her and then pressed close.
He slipped onto the couch, kneeling, and then he pressed closer to her. She didn't resist. His lips met hers. Larry wasn't shy, either.
He didn't delay as his fingers went to and then expertly opened the clasp on her shorts. That was where what he really wanted resided.
He slipped shorts and panties down off her legs in one smooth motion, and she kicked them off to one side.
Yeah, now, that was more what he had in mind ... Cindy returned that kiss, pressing her body to Larry's.
He was pulling her close, grinding his mouth against hers, their tongues wetly, hotly wrestling together. All of this was preliminary, as far as Larry was concerned. What was important would only begin when he got his dick out and lodged into that little babe's cunt.
Larry reached down between Cindy's legs, letting his fingers graze in the blonde fleece at her crotch.
He slid his fingers into the wet little cleft of her pussy.
He wasn't going deep with those fingers, but sliding them up and down in the slick little slit between her legs.
He had been afraid that Cindy wouldn't be in the mood to screw again, not after they had done it twice that morning, but it was obvious that his fears had been unfounded.
She was nice and wet between her legs, and that simple fact told him a lot. Shit, he thought, sometimes he worried about it, but that little babe probably wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Larry couldn't even believe that he was pressing her tits into his chest, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, just the same way that he would be thrusting his dick into her in short order.
Somehow, down deep, he knew that something was going on with her that he couldn't put his finger on, but at that moment he wasn't particularly thinking about putting fingers "on", just into little Cindy.
He had to admit that he had really scored when he picked up Cindy Straub. The chick was easily as pretty as the chicks that he watched in triple X rated movies, and that fact alone blew Larry's mind. Man, it was really a dream to have your own personal fuck-goddess!
After all, Cindy was one of the most popular girls at the university, and her popularity sure didn't come from the fact that she was a member of a lot of school clubs. No fucking way.
That little broad was so beautiful that he had never dreamed that he would get her for a girlfriend, and when he finally did get her in bed he had to continually remind himself that he wasn't dreaming.
It was funny how it had started out. Originally he had been dating Cindy's little sister Anne, but that had been a relationship that had been doomed from the start. Oh, Anne was pretty enough, all right, but he and her had been as different as night and day.
Anne tended to hang around with a bunch of real losers, the biker crowd and that sort, and after going to a couple of parties where everyone was dressed in black leather, Larry decided that he was deluding himself about Anne. It could never possibly work, even if he had developed a real thing for her knockers.
Anne probably realized that, too. Maybe that was why she had introduced Larry to Cindy in the first place. Cindy was obviously impressed by the fact that he had money, whereas Anne never had been.
He had seen Cindy around campus a few times, but had never had the nerve to ask her for a date.
When Anne arranged for them to meet, it blew Larry's mind that he and Cindy hit it off so well. Maybe it was because their values had been so similar.
And on the second date they had fucked, a hot and hard fuck that Larry would remember for a very long time.
How long the relationship between he and Cindy would last was anyone's guess, but at that moment Larry was a lot more in the mood for fucking than he was for playing guessing games.
Cindy turned around on the couch, pressing a little closer to Larry. He was upping the ante with his fingers, and it was showing.
Cindy was getting hotter by the moment, and he could see her tits rising and falling with her ragged breathing.
His arms were around her and she was panting, pressing that fabulous body against his.
Larry was hot to go for that babe!
He slid his fingers a little deeper into her, really liking the feeling as his fingers dove deeper into the slick, wet little slot of Cindy's crotch.
"Uuummmmmmm, Larry...." Cindy almost cooed, "that's the way ... Give it to me, baby, give it to me deep...."
Shit, yes! He really wanted inside that little hole, but it wasn't his fingers that he had in mind.
By that time Larry's fingers had trapped one of those fabulous tits of hers. He kissed her again, his hips inadvertently pumping.
Larry was working that knocker, squeezing it, caressing it while his other hand went kept it up with her pussy.
That hot kiss seemed like it was never going to end.
Finally they came up for air. They took one look into each other's eyes, and then they were back at it again!
Cindy took Larry's tongue like it was a little dick probing her mouth. He turned and twisted his tongue into her mouth while she sucked him. He would have rather that she would have been sucking a different, bigger member, but that would definitely cum in time.
One of his hands was sliding, grasping, cupping one of Cindy's big, gorgeous tits.
He worked the nipple in his fingers, sizzling it. By that time Cindy's nipples had turned into hard little bullets, and Larry's dick was no less hard.
Larry was letting his hand roam over that big, naked boob, and Cindy was responding, responding big time.
"MMmmmmmmmm...." Cindy purred like a cat, "that feels so good what you're doing...."
He could see and feel that hot little bitch bucking her pussy in and out, as if she was already fucking him.
She was pressing her more-than-well-developed chest against him, and his fingers were feasting on that big, hot globe of tit.
He had never had it so good and never wanted to let go!
That big tit of Cindy's in Larry's hand was fucking ecstasy, and now he knew that there was no turning back.
"Larry! Yes! Larry...." was just about as eloquent as Cindy was capable of being at that moment. "Put your ... Put your prick inside of me...."
That was a request that Larry was going to love fulfilling!
Cindy's tits were almost-gigantic, but they didn't have the kind of sag you usually see in big tits. They were nothing short of spectacular, the kind of tits that a chick only gets through silicone, but Larry, knowing Cindy's sister, was certain that fabulous knockers were a family trait.
No, no way was there anything about those big incredible beauties that wasn't just fucking fantastic....
They were big, perfect, recurved globes of a smooth ivory that no guy in his right mind could resist.
The big pink nipples that were affixed to the tips of them were the best part of all.
One look at those big knockers of hers always succeeded in hardening his dick right up, and this time was no exception. His dick was almost screaming to escape from the confines of his shorts.
Those nipples were so fucking pink, a pinkness that a guy could lose himself in, get totally addicted to.
Larry's fingers were lovingly shaping the big, hot mound of Cindy's breast. He stared as his fingers shaped, distorted one of those big, pink nipples.
As he clung to her, he was loving every inch of that silken flesh.
At the same time he kept on sliding his fingers between her legs, running them through the fine blonde hair and the heat there.
She was writhing as he worked her over, pressing her tit into his hand.
"Larry," she gasped, "please ... Oh, yes! Keep on doing that! I need you so bad ... You have to ... I mean it! You really have to make love to me...."
Even though Larry knew that Cindy had been in the mood ever since she had walked through his door, it was nice to hear her say it. Sometimes he had doubts about her, but it was probably just his paranoia coming forth.
His cock was hard as a rock in his shorts, and Larry knew that it wasn't going to settle for just foreplay.
And then he knew that Cindy knew it, too.
Her hand went down and she gripped the thick stem of his bone in his pants.
Cindy started rubbing Larry's dick with the tips of her fingers, coaxing it to get harder still.
She could feel the whole length of his big cock right through the fabric of his pants, feel everything about it right down to the big torpedo-shaped head. That boy felt like he was just about ready to explode.
That dick of his was what she wanted in her pussy, not his fingers....
"I mean it, Larry...." she said, her eyes plaintive with desire, I've got to fucking have you...."
And then she was pulling him to his feet, those beautiful tits still hanging, more like thrusting out. Larry pulled his hand away from her pussy.
Quickly Cindy was pulling him out of the front room for a better shot at him, at the hardened dick in his pants.
She was pulling Larry into the other room toward the unmade bed where he'd been fucking her silly earlier.
She was craving some dick, a good hard dicking, and she didn't recall a time when Larry wasn't happy to oblige her in that respect.
Those fingers pressing into her twat had gotten her really going, in the first place, but they weren't the thing that was going to take her all the way....
They fell atop the tangled covers on the bed, and then Larry was lost in Cindy's lush and warm body.
Her fingers were grappling with the belt on his short pants as he kicked his sandals off the side of the bed.
Even while she was doing that, Larry was touching those tits.
Now he could get at those beautiful knockers of Cindy's with both of his hands, get at them and touch them, mold them, distort them, worship them....
Shit, he couldn't get enough of those fabulous tits!
Larry focused his eyes on the nipples, loving the way that the edges of those bright pink disks shaded almost imperceptibly into the surrounding flesh.
He practically fell headlong into those big, beautiful breasts like you would fall into a warm pool.
He plunged his face between them, losing himself. Rubbing his face between those tits just sent him into dreamland.
His mouth was running over all of the white, silken flesh, and he was stroking his tongue over them.
"Larry! MMmmmmmmmm! Fucking yessssss! Lick my titties!" she cried out.
What Larry was doing to her nipples seeming like it was sending a straight shaft of burning pleasure right to her cunt.
Larry was licking those big knockers, distorted as they lay on Cindy's chest. His tongue was leaving a snail's trail of moisture where his tongue went.
He was licking those tits, teasing the nipples as Cindy ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to do it harder..
He was kissing, sucking, running strokes of his tongue over those boobs until the startlingly pink nipples shimmered from the moisture of my mouth.
And Cindy was just fucking loving it!
There was certainly no doubt that that little babe was getting into it, at least judging from the wild, lusty noises that were coming out of that babe!
She was arching a big pink nippled tit into his face while at the same time she was pulling his belt free. That would only take a second....
CHAPTER TWO
She had to get more than just tit-sucking, and she had to get it fast!
"Fuck me!" Cindy almost begged Larry, "I want your hard fucking dick inside of me! God, baby! Just fucking fuck me!"
Larry didn't need any convincing by that time, if he had ever needed any. He lifted up so that she could more easily undo his belt.
Cindy's gorgeous body had certainly convinced his dick by that time. It was standing up and taking notice!
Those beautiful tits with their pink nipples were all the sexy inspiration that he needed.
Cindy's nipples were wet, pinkly shimmering as Larry's tongue worked them over in turn. He couldn't keep his ass still, plunging in and out, fucking air.
Larry greedily gripped each tit, squeezing it and distorting them in his fingers.
Doing that was making the nipples poke out so damned invitingly from the tips, and Larry was more than eager to accept that invitation.
Her nipple spikes were poking out hard from the surrounding disk.
Shit, those nipples were almost as hard as his cock poking into his shorts.
He could feel the wetness in his shorts, but luckily that was only a little portion of what was to cum.
He plunged his mouth onto a upthrust nipple and sucked, sucked, sucked, totally lost in the pleasure of having that wonderful soft tit in his mouth.
But he needed more! Much more!
Larry reluctantly leaned back, and then she had free rein to get at his shorts. That babe couldn't seem to move fast enough, at least not for her liking!
Larry's dick was as hard as a rock inside the thin layering of cloth of my shorts, and he was going to plunge that hard rock into Cindy's little cunt.
Cindy gripped the little metal tab of his zipper, pulling it down. She could see the bulge that was in his pants and that was what she was determined to release from its bondage.
That boy was ready!
His cock practically sprang forth from his fly and into her hands.....And mouth!
His bone was big and hard, ivory veins crawling up the length of it.
That looked so good to Cindy that she didn't delay for a second.
She went right to work on his already-hardened prick, using her agile fingers, but mostly her mouth.
Cindy began to frig his bone in her fingers, making the purplish tip of his prickhead play peek-a-boo in and out of his foreskin.
She leaned forward and closed her lips over his cockhead.
When Larry felt her hot, wet mouth close on his cockhead he couldn't help but let out a little whimper of pleasure.
Without hesitating, Cindy starting taking Larry's cock deep into her mouth, just like she had done before.
Larry couldn't stop the action of his ass, thrusting like he had already buried that bone in a nice wet pussy.
MMmmmmmmmm, yeah! Cindy thought. She liked sucking cock, why not admit it?
She couldn't have really said why she liked sucking cock, but her pet theory was that there must be some kind of erogenous zone on her tongue. Sucking dick just got her so hot!
That would account for the way that she got so damned turned-on once she had a nice hard length of bone between her lips. And the longer she sucked, the hotter she got....
It felt so damned good to have a hard spike between your lips and to be sucking it, sucking forth its gift of hot jizz....
Now, that was another question. She really didn't know why the thought of swallowing Larry's juices turned her on, but it did.
She had always thought that it would be repulsive to have a guy shoot into your mouth, like eating oysters, but that thought had fled after the first time she had tried it.
She couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to work him until the pearly jizz was gushing out of the head of his cock.
Shit, yes! She would have happily let Larry cum all over her lips and tongue, until it dripped down her chin.
On the other hand, now that she was thinking about it, there was another place where that cum would feel awfully nice, too....
It wasn't like Larry was on vacation all that time, either. What Cindy was doing felt so good to Larry that he could have practically creamed between those lips right then and there.
His hardened, out-thrust dick was in action, and he couldn't even slow it as Cindy worked over the head of it. That little babe was sucking it like a vacuum cleaner.
His ass just wouldn't stop moving as Cindy really did a number on his boner.
Still, Larry thought, if he let himself cum that would spoil everything. He had to hold back until he could get his dick into something other than Cindy's mouth.
He wanted to save his hot wad for once he had his dick plunged into that tight little hole between her legs.
Somehow he was able to hold on and to hold back his cum. It wasn't easy, though!
Those lips of Cindy's were awful goddamn persuasive....
The sensation of those hot, wet lips of Cindy's closing on his prickhead felt like they sizzled straight through to his brain, and the longer she sucked him the nearer his cum kept approaching.
He had the feeling that she wanted him to cum in her mouth, but that wasn't what Larry had in mind, at all.
He couldn't help arching into the sucking maw of her lips.
In his mind, Larry was pretending that he was driving his bone into her pussy. Better stop thinking like that, Larry boy, or you will be spurting!
He was madly panting and entwining his fingers into all that blonde hair of Cindy's, all the time his ass in swift motion.
Larry kept on piloting his bone into her mouth again and again, coming closer and closer to his explosion. He was playing a dangerous game, moving right to the edge of his cum and then relaxing, holding back.
Larry was thrusting his ass in and out, and he knew that he sure couldn't hold himself back much longer at that rate.
He was burrowing his rod into her mouth, unable to hold himself back from spurting his hot jizz between those scarlet sucking lips.
And then she started to use her fingers on his erect bone, too. Good God, that little woman was a monster! She was determined to make Larry loose his juice!
Cindy was gently frigging up and down and working his boner, getting it even harder, if that was possible.
Larry was loving it, and at the same time, hating it! That little chick really knew what she was doing when it came to tending to a man's boner! Maybe she knew too fucking good!
Those fingers slid up and down on Larry's pecker like feathering silk and all of the pleasure centers of his brain were crying out to let go, to go all the way.
Cindy kept on teasing and toying with his hard rod, bringing that hard rod to greater and greater hardness.
That mouth of Cindy's turned itself into the tightest, wettest little cunt in the world, and she was using it on him!
Larry's cock was gently frictioning in and out of those sucking lips, and Larry couldn't help but stare lustfully on, horrified that he couldn't hold back.
He watched the stem of his prick sliding into her mouth, and that only seemed to increase his need.
MMMmmmmm, yeah! He really liked the look of his pecker doing that, the way that her spit made it glisten on the out-stroke.
The thickness of his stiffened cock was distorting her lips, making them go wide to accommodate that big bone.
Larry's cock was going all the way into her, going deep, sliding all the way to the back of her throat.
Cindy was clinging to that bone, really giving Larry a working-over, lavishing his bone with her lips and tongue.
That little babe really went to it on his bone, going into overdrive with those hard-sucking lips.
If Cindy hadn't have been such a fan of sucking dick, then what she was doing wouldn't have been half such a pleasure. She could hardly wait until Larry shot his wad, hot and sizzling all over her tongue.
Cindy worshipped that prick, lavishing her tongue over it. She pulled her mouth away and then started out low on the thick white stem of Larry's dick, and then she took her time heading upward.
She was running her tongue all along the snaking veins that ran up his prick.
She started kissing that thick, stiff stake, licking it in swirling circles while Larry gasped and quivered.
She slid those wet, scarlet lips up and down the shaft of his cock.
Larry couldn't help but let out a deep moan, and she kept on giving him the blowjob that every guy dreams of.
She used her lusting mouth all over his hard dick, and by that time Larry was half out of his mind with lust.
Cindy brought her tongue into play, her teeth running up and down the length of his hardened cock, nipping at his boner until he felt like he could scream.
She slid her tongue up and down his prick, tracing the veins, and then she closed her lips again onto his prickhead. Now his prick was enflamed, burning, threatening to go off in fireworks.
Cindy thrust her tongue out, then painted the tip of Larry's rod with that pinkly glistening, roving tongue.
She was licking every inch of his hard, up thrust pecker.
Cindy was painting the hardened tip until Larry was lurching his ass up and down.
That horny dude was fucking her in the mouth, completely carried away by the sensation of it, and gasping with the pleasure those sucking lips were delivering.
She kept on working his dickhead with her glistening tongue.
Cindy was letting out little purrs and moans that told Larry she was enjoying it just as much as he was.
She was practically scouring the head of his boner with her tongue and Larry's ass was out of control.
He was plunging that dick of his in and out of her artificial cunt.
She was running her tongue all around the flange-like base of his prickhead, alternating that with taking that bone deep.
Jesus, what that babe was doing to him with her mouth!
Larry was in such a state that he felt like he couldn't hold back his cum for another second.
Cindy had turned that mouth of hers into the second best thing next to a cunt, and all that left for him to do was to fuck her.
Even white Cindy was sucking Larry's cock he still couldn't keep his eyes off" of those knockers.
Who could have resisted those perfect young knockers of a horny dude's dream?
Larry could have easily stared at those tits of Cindy's for hours.
He was perfectly happy to be lusting over them, touching them, practically worshipping them, lost in the pleasure of making love to a perfect pair.
They were a tit-man's wet dream, the perfect tits of some perfect cheerleader in the sky-even though Cindy wasn't a cheerleader and thought that they were a bunch of idiots. It didn't matter. Shit, if necessary, Larry would do the fucking cheering!
Larry was lost in the rapture of looking at her big, jiggling globes.
He was lost, like any normally horny guy would be, in the utter udder sexiness of those big pink nipples.
Larry was lurching his ass off of the bed, unable to control himself at that point. He was ramming her between the lips with his stiffened prick.
He kept on delivering steady strokes right into those sweet sucking lips.
Damnit, it seemed like Cindy was more than happy just to hover over him and to deep throat his cock. But he wasn't happy! He wanted to shoot his wad into her cunt!
That chick seemed like she would do it for eternity if he wanted it.
She was taking it all the way into the back of her throat, and then that little babe decided it was time to give him more.
She swung around on the bed and then gave him the prettiest sight that Larry could have possibly imagined.
She swung her leg over him, flashing him with that sweet white ass of hers.
Larry couldn't take his eyes off of those shapely curving asscheeks, not to mention the pink little pucker of her asshole and the blonde cleft of her twat.
Hmmmmmm ... Now, that was more what Larry had in mind!
Larry couldn't resist doing a lot more than just looking!
Larry plunged his face into that babe's creamy butt!
"God, Cindy ... Yessssss!"
He gobbled the cheeks of her gorgeous ass, hungrily nuzzling between the buns with his lips and teeth and tongue.
Larry was taking in the delirious musk of that babe, lost in the incredible scent and touch of Cindy's ass.
He was completely and totally lost in the taste, the smell, the shape of those fabulous girlish buttcheeks.
Larry plunged and turned his whole face into that broads's gorgeous butt.
He was losing himself in her fabulous ass, just totally losing himself.
He plunged into that little cunt like a starving man, and the truth was that he was starving for that little twat of hers.
"Eat me, baby! Larry! Yesssssss! Fucking do me! Do my ass good!" she cried out, leaning over and waggling that ass right into his mouth, into his nose.
Larry reached up and then was clenching her asscheeks in his fingers, working them in his hungry touch.
Hell, he was craving those sweet buns of Cindy's, pulling her rump right into his face and feasting.
As far as Larry was concerned, that ass of Cindy's was the ultimate.
He would have been perfectly happy just to grip that babe's buns, to kiss and lick them for the rest of the night.
Larry reached out and then delicately spread her pink tender cuntlips with his fingers, loving the look of it.
When he saw the flash of glistening pink between her labia he just went after them, running stroke after stroke of his tongue into that pungent, wet slice.
Larry nuzzled his nose into her ass, taking a deep draft of her musk. Yeah! That was what he wanted!
There was something about the smell of a fabulous cunt that just seemed to send his brain skyrocketing!
He was waggling his tongue deep into her as Cindy groaned and ground her ass right into his face.
Larry was sucking, kissing, eating those cuntlips like they were the petals of some exotic fruit.
He slid his out-thrust tongue up and down that hot little slash of her pussy, driving his tongue deeply inward.
Larry was just lost in the heady drug of that babe's fragrant cuntjuice, going wild with fucking her with his tongue.
Cindy was going fucking nuts, too, half from sucking his dick, the other half from him giving her twat a thorough working-over with his lips and tongue and teeth.
She'd been doing him right with her mouth, really sucking his dick until he was hovering at the edge of bliss.
It was only fair. He was determined to give her the best cunt eating of her life, and he went right to it.
Larry was fucking her and fucking her in the ass with his tongue, at the same time lurching, thrusting his ass off of the bed and ramming his cock deep....
He was eagerly burying his prick into her sucking mouth.
His fingers were going wild on her gorgeous ass, his lips and tongue practically feasting on them....
Larry was pulling that cunt and ass down to his level and then he was giving them the licking, the sucking that Cindy craved.
He lifted up just a little bit, switching his tongue to other beckoning regions, and then he did that babe's asshole....
Larry heard her cry out with the pleasure felt her stiffen and arch when his tongue thrust up her butt!
Not only was he loving doing her in the rear, but that tongue thrust up her ass was really getting Cindy going, too.
He felt her whole lower body go out of control when he pierced her up the buns!
She was twisting and turning her hot, sweaty little butt while he clung to her, not wanting to let go of those hot little buns!
She was waggling her butt right into his face.
She was thrusting, grinding into his face with her butt.
It wasn't like Larry was just lying back and taking it all in, either. All the while he was gasping and hissing like a maniac.
Larry was kissing the little pucker of her asshole as he pulled her asscheeks wide.
Larry was thrusting his tongue deep into her asshole and loving it!
He was turning his tongue up her tight little butthole and hearing her mumbled little cries.
Larry didn't pause for a second. His hardened cock just kept slogging between her hot, sucking lips.
She was crying and whimpering, the sounds muffled as his pecker slid in and out of those sweet scarlet lips.
Cindy tended Larry's dick with her mouth, and he could feel that she was bringing him closer and closer to his climax.
Her whole beautiful, sweaty body was out-of-control as she lurched atop him. Larry didn't need anything but fucking, to cling to her naked body, to her butt.
He was still drilling her hard in the ass with his tongue, fucking her in the mouth at the same time.
Larry thrust two fingers deep into that babe's little blonde twat, and then he was fucking her, fucking her good and deep and hard as she wailed out all of her wild bliss.
He plunged his fingers into her pussy while he kept on plunging his tongue up her butt.
He was twisting his fingers, turning them, setting the walls of her pussy on fire.
And then both of them just completely lost it, going over the edge.
He was still working her butt with his mouth, with his tongue.
At the same time he was fucking her in the pussy with two extended fingers, driving them, ramming them in.
Cindy was eating him out like there was no tomorrow.
She was taking in practically the whole length of his cock as he plunged stroke after stroke between her lips.
Larry was giving it everything he had, panting crazily as he fucked her in the mouth.
He was ramming his bone deeply into her sucking mouth, plunging it in again and again into those sucking lips.
At that rate, no-one could have held out for very long. He fucked that girl until he went over the edge and the whole world exploded.
He fucked her with his mouth until she screamed, the sound muffled by the mouthful of cock that she had.
He plunged his last hard strokes and let out his own scream as he blasted his juice into her.
Larry splattered a hot triple-squirt of his sizzling sex juice between Cindy's sucking lips, and she just kept sucking on his boner, sucking and sucking until she had drained the dregs of his scum into her mouth.
She swallowed all of it and left him collapsed on the bed, as drained as his dick.
As he lay there feeling the waves of afterglow coursing over him, his thoughts were only of her. Could they ever repeat this magic?
And if so, when?
CHAPTER THREE
Larry couldn't resist. Who could have resisted a chick as gorgeous as that little fox Cindy?
He kept on licking her sweet little ass, long after both of them had cum.
Cindy lay there purring on the bed while he took his time with her.
He slowly and carefully licked her ass from stem to stern, kissed and licked her blonde little twat.
She was just idling away on his pecker while he kissed and licked her, still unwilling to give it up.
Cindy had her little blonde twat almost thrusting in his face, and Larry clung to her, kissing and gently stroking his tongue into the tight cleft.
She gently worked on his soft dick, taking her time with it.
If earlier in the day had been any indication, there was more life in that pecker, yet. Somehow Cindy didn't figure that Larry would be giving up after only one cum.
She licked the last of his dripping jism off his prickhead.
Cindy kept on idly kissing and licking the length of his prick.
By that time the whole length of Larry's dick was glistening under the paintbrush of her wet tongue.
"MMmmmmmm...." Larry said with approval, feeling a little shiver go all the way through his body.
He could feel his dick starting to take notice of what Cindy was doing and knew that it wouldn't be too awfully long before it became obvious to Cindy, too.
Larry rubbed his nose in her twat.
He was getting aroused again under the attentions of that little woman's tongue.
Larry realized that there was more life in his pecker yet, and decided that he'd better do something about it. He gently slid away from Cindy, dislodging his dick from her fingers and lips.
"C'mon, babe...." he said. He turned her over on her stomach, and then just gazed down on that perfect body. "My God," he added, "where in the fuck did you ever get so perfect?"
His cock was lying in his lap, still looking pretty far from promising.
Larry knelt there and gazed down. He took in every inch of that babe's body, from her toes all the way up to the tangle of her blonde hair.
His eyes travelled up and down that beautiful body, hardly knowing where to stop. It as all so goddamned delectable.
Cindy was lying on her stomach, happy to be appreciated. Larry's eyes roved the slim length of her back and then they went down to that perfect little ass.
Man, it seemed like that fabulous ass of hers was just beckoning for him to do more than look at it.
The way that she was lying, Larry could even see the little pinkish pucker of her asshole, and that certainly didn't put a damper on his dick, either.
Yeah, he thought, there was just no way of denying it. The longer he looked at that babe's fabulous body, the harder he got.
Hell, it wasn't so hard to believe. If there was anything that was going to get his rod up to speed again, then it was that gorgeous Cindy's naked ass.
He couldn't keep from starting to gently caress her ass with his fingers, then moving on to her slim legs....
He let his fingers roam over the silken flesh of her body.
Cindy just lay there and took it in, letting her mind drift while he caressed her.
She took in the pleasure of his touch, doing nothing whatsoever but occasionally letting out a little whimper of pleasure.
Larry let his fingers glide over her silky skin, rubbing his fingers over her. He used his hands, molding and shaping each asscheek in its turn.
And then Larry went for the real gusto.
He pressed closer to Cindy and then went back to work on her butt.
That ass of hers was just too beautiful to leave alone.
Larry got busy down below. He used his tongue on Cindy's tight little asshole.
His glistening tongue went out, and then he was tickling and teasing her down there.
Both of them were getting ready for what was to cum ... again.
Even though Cindy's asshole was a wonderful haven, Larry couldn't help making the occasional detour to her asscheeks.
Those asscheeks of Cindy's were so firm and shapely that a guy just couldn't keep his hands, or his tongue, for that matter, off" of them.
Larry would grip those buns and then lick them, running stroke after stroke of his tongue over them.
After quite a few strokings of his lusty tongue her asscheeks were practically shimmering, shining wetly.
The scent of that babe was too much to resist.
Larry spread her asscheeks wide with his fingers, and then he went for them.
He plunged his tongue back into Cindy's sweet little hole.
"OOoooooooohhhhh...." She let out a pretty little cry when he thrust his tongue back in, and that only encouraged him to go farther.
He gripped her buns tight, widening them a little.
He clung with his mouth down to the little junction at the base of her butt.
Cindy was out of control while Larry was twisting his tongue into her asshole, lustily licking her down there.
"Larry! UMMmmmmmmmm ... Oh, yeahhhh!" she cried out, waggling her buns in his face, "Do that! I like it just like that! Fuck my ass with your tongue...."
She was beautifully spread out on the bed in front of him, and it didn't take a hell of a lot of that kind of thing until his dick was back in action.
Even though he hadn't been paying much attention to his dick, that didn't mean that it hadn't been paying attention to what he had been doing.
Larry's cock had gone from soft to hard now, without him even noticing it, and that was when he decided to give it a little something sweet to graze in.
Larry knelt behind Cindy, and he used his hands to spread her legs.
He stared down on her as she lifted her ass upward.
Larry was loving the creamy scenery that would no doubt soon have him creaming, and then he used his hands to split her ass wide.
His prick was nice and hard by that time, thrusting up from the hairy mat of his lap.
The way that his cock was jiggling made it look like it was sniffing around Cindy's hot little rear. Maybe it was.
He was ready, oh, man, was he ready for that beautiful little babe.
Larry pressed closer as Cindy elevated her ass higher.
He pressed the tip of his bone between her buttcheeks, rubbing it in. Larry wanted to take his time with screwing her, so he didn't dive right inward.
As she moaned out in anticipation of what she was going to get he let his hardened boner slide up and down between her asscheeks.
Cindy's beautiful buns were sweaty and that made it all the more nice as he ran his hardened dickhead up and down between those tight little cheeks.
Cindy, by that time, was all ready for his rod.
She had slid up on her knees as he introduced just the tip of his rod into her butt.
He pressed his cock right up to the tight little pucker of her bunghole and then pressed again.
He had never fucked Cindy in the ass before and wondered if she would like it. Other chicks that he had screwed that way sure as hell hadn't had any complaints.
So far all he had done was to tease Cindy with his hard pecker, but it was due more to his own need than her that he went ahead and pushed inward.
You couldn't stare at that sweet, creamy little ass for too long without making a dive for it!
He pressed his cock in deeper, unable to stop himself from letting out a little cry of pleasure as he felt just how tight that little bitch's asshole was.
Yeah, he thought, pressing deeper into her butthole! Now that was what he was in the mood for!
He slid his hard-on deeper into that babe, feeling the tight clenching of her hole on his rod, and then he really started to give her the works with that wang.
All it took was a couple more strokes. He pressed all the way into her, and then he was giving her every hard inch.
That little babe was so tight, so good! It felt like he was fucking the eye of a needle as he pressed his cock into the hot clench of her tight little rear.
Larry began to move that boner in and out, loving the way that tight little channel clung to his prick.
He was still in no hurry as he slowly drilled his pecker into that babe.
He loved the look of that, too.
He watched as his prick slid in and out of her, filling her all the way up and coming out wet.
It didn't take a whole hell of a lot of that before Larry's coolness evaporated.
He really got into motion, going to work on that babe's hindquarters.
Larry was fucking her hard, fucking her deep, and fucking loving it!
Each hard stroke that he delivered into her shook that babe, jogging her buns.
By that time Cindy was letting out a continual cry of bliss.
She couldn't get enough of that hard dick, either!
She was grinding her buns down onto his upthrust stem, wailing as Larry plunged his dick in, in, in!
Larry was clutching Cindy, fondling her big, lurching tits as he rammed his big stick into her again and again.
He knew that he couldn't hold out very much longer at that rate, and he could feel the ember of his orgasm starting to burn in the depths of his crotch.
It wouldn't be too long until that ember burst into flame.
Larry gradually picked up the speed, abandoning himself to screwing Cindy.
He was just fucking lost in the pleasure of screwing that babe's buns, lost in the tight sensation of her asshole as he plunged and brought himself closer and closer to explosion.
"Yessss! Fucking yesssss!" she cried out as he took her all the way.
His hands were going wild on her sweaty body, gripping, squeezing, punishing her tits as he took his hard final strokes.
And that was when they mixed their cries and Larry arched into her.
He let out a scream when his juice burst forth from his dick, splattering inside Cindy's asshole.
* * *
In another part of the city, a strange group was approaching an expensive apartment complex. The way they were dressed was completely inappropriate to the slightly conservative but definitely upscale neighborhood, and they got a few strange looks as they walked down the street.
"Look, I know she's not in her apartment, so it's not going to be any problem...." one of the two girls, a young brunette, said to the group. "I know the way that she works. She's either at school, or else running around with her dumb boyfriend....
"Besides," the girl said, slurring her words a little, "she wouldn't mind anyway if her little sister brought some close friends over for some fun...."
The other three figured that the chick might be a little drunk, but she sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Okay, fine. They weren't doing anything else, why not check out what she said?
"Okay, okay," Karen, the other girl, big-titted and pretty, with champagne streaked blonde hair and a black leather jacket, said. "We wanted some place to party, so we've got it, right? I mean, it sounds okay to me, and I'm kinda sick of riding around...."
The two guys, Crowbar and Deuce, couldn't fault that logic.
Crowbar, for one, though, doubted that any chick who lived in this section of town would be too thrilled to find him and his crowd when she came home, but they wouldn't be hanging around that long. He hoped.
If she did happen to come home, well, her sister had said that it would be all right....
All he was planning on was a place where he could fuck Karen, and where Deuce could get his end into Anne.
Hell, maybe if the girls were in the mood they might swap, too. Anne was kind of an airhead, but you sure couldn't fault those massive knockers of hers.
Then they'd get the hell out of there.
The complex was just another carbon copy three story iron bar and bells medium security complex, not so different from half-a-dozen others on the street.
Approaching the place, Crowbar wasn't so sure that any of this was a good idea.
"I'll go in first," Anne said. "The security guard knows me, and I can tell him that Cindy invited us over for a party or something. He'll buy the excuse. That is, if he's there. He usually isn't."
The group had parked their two motorcycles a block away and made their way to the front door. So far no-one had hassled them, and that was just fine with Crowbar, who could have been called the leader of the group.
The group, even dressed as they were in black leather and denim and t-shirts, strolled nonchalantly past the glass-doored entranceway to the expensive complex where Cindy lived. They might have been challenged by the security guard if he had been anywhere in sight, but he wasn't.
"Damn," Deuce said, "this is quite a fuckin' layout...."
The glass door of the complex opened into a small lobby, just large enough for mail boxes and a second, farther door. The second door was also of glass, allowing the image of a palm tree lined pool area to pass.
"Shit," Crowbar said, "I just can't believe that they would leave this fucking place wide open...."
"Hey," Karen said, "we could all take a swim afterwards. This heat is really getting to me."
"Great idea!" Anne enthused.
"Bad idea," Crowbar said, shaking his head, wondering why he hung out with these shit-for-brains. "For starters, we didn't bring any swimming suits, and I really doubt if they're too crazy about skinny dipping in a place like this."
Karen shrugged.
Yeah, Crowbar thought, looking around the deserted complex, no security guard and no security cameras. It was a fucking piece of cake.
The hard part was to keep Anne from blowing it and shouting or otherwise drawing attention to them.
Anne had had way too much to drink when they had stopped at their favorite bar earlier, but she was the one who knew where the apartment was, so she was indispensable to the plan. If only she could maintain....
"This's it...." Anne said, pointing at one of the apartments. "That's my sister's apartment...." The apartment was on the second floor of the complex, and an ivied trellis led up to the small balcony that extended from it.
"Okay, guys, that's the way we'll do it...." Crowbar said, thinking out loud. "Deuce, you climb up there, but make sure that no-one sees you. And don't fall on your ass, either! The rest of us will go around to the front door, and you can let us in."
Deuce sneaked away while the others climbed the stairs, going to the apartment.
"Honest, Cindy won't mind," Anne said, wobbling a little. "I know her. She'll love seeing her little sister, and she'll enjoy me bringing my friends by...."
Right, Crowbar thought. And afterwards we'll all go out to the ice cream parlor and trash the place, right?
When they got there the door was already unlocked.
"The backdoor wasn't even locked!" Deuce said as he welcomed them into the apartment with a flourish of his hand. "Welcome to the fucking Rockefeller vacation home ... It's a lucky thing for these folks that I'm not a fucking burglar, or something...."
Being there in the apartment for the first time was a heady experience for Karen and Deuce and Crowbar, a rush of rich imagery to their senses. Anne, of course, had been there many times, and so it wasn't any big deal to her.
It was only now, once they were inside the apartment, that she started to wonder if she had done the right thing.
Somehow Crowbar and Karen and Deuce in their black leather jackets and denim just didn't seem to fit in....
The three bikers let their eyes roam over the expensive bachelorette's living room, over the flamboyant and modern red chairs and white shag nig, to the bold abstract painting that dominated the high ceilinged space above the fireplace.
It was quite a pad, all right....
Crowbar walked over to the flagstone fireplace, the big stones curiously at odds with the sharp red and white of the furnishings.
Crowbar scanned the mementos that were sitting on the mantelpiece. They were all girlish things. A little piece of pottery, a small box with a cameo inlaid in the top, a pretty amethyst crystal, just the kind of junk that rich chicks always piled on their mantles and end tables and glass-topped coffee tables....
All three of the bikers assumed that Anne was full of shit and that her sister would be all pissed-off when she returned, but that was okay, at least for the moment. They'd have their fun, and then try to be the hell out of there before Cindy got home.
If she did happen to come in on them, well, that was okay, too. They were used to that kind of thing.
Crowbar replaced the amethyst crystal on its little stand on the mantelpiece, and then his eyes fell on Karen. She was going through a little photo album that had been sitting on the coffee table.
"Yeah, here...." Anne said, wobbling over to Karen. "Let me look at that ... I'll show you a picture of my sis ... You'll like her when you meet her...."
Which I hope is never, Crowbar thought, chuckling. He changed his mind in a hurry when he saw the album, though.
Anne fumbled through the album for a moment before she found a picture of Anne and her at the ocean. They were both wearing skimpy bathing suits and were smiling into the camera, their arms around each other.
Crowbar took the album from Karen and held it up to the light. "Let me see...." he said, looking at the picture that Anne had indicated.
"Shit!" he mumbled, staring at the picture of the pretty blonde with the big knockers, "that little bitch is a fuckin' knockout...."
"You didn't think that my sister would be? And don't call my sister a bitch!" Anne said, pettishly.
"Why not?" Crowbar asked, reaching over and wrapping his hand around one of Anne's not-small tits. "Fuck, you don't think she'd mind, do you?"
"I, uh, don't know...." was all that Anne could think of to say.
She had a crush on Crowbar, but so far he hadn't shown a lot of interest in her. And Deuce considered her his girlfriend, and so that kind of nixed the whole thing. It could be pretty sticky if she made too big a deal out of her interest in Crowbar.
Deuce was heading for Cindy's bedroom, but Crowbar had a weird feeling about it.
"Wait a second...." he said. He didn't want Deuce to go in there first, and he couldn't have said exactly why. Maybe it had something to do with the picture.
The picture of Cindy in the album swam up in his eyes as he walked through the open doorway to her bedroom. He was still unwilling to admit just how much that picture had gotten to him, or at least gotten to his dick.
CHAPTER FOUR
He felt as if he was invading something personal, and he had to admit that he liked the feeling. It was interesting to think that that little blue-eyed fox in the picture lived here, slept here, fucked here....
Now, that was a pretty interesting thought. She fucked here, fucked like a little rabbit, probably. Not that he'd ever get a chance to find out, unfortunately....
Crowbar looked into the gloom of her bedroom, and then pressed on a dimmer light, adjusting the strength of the light, bathing the interior of the room in soft illumination.
Damn! he thought. The place was so fucking normal!
Well, not normal, it was actually a pretty expensive layout and certainly not normal for him, considering the type of roustabout existence that he was used to. What he meant was that it was the kind of pad that a poor little rich girl would live in.
There was the bed where Cindy slept, he told himself, looking at the crisply made bed, free from even a crease or an indentation where she might have laid her fabulous body.
And, yeah, he reminded himself, that was the bed where she would fuck her goddamned boyfriends, too.
He wondered what her boyfriends would be like. Probably well-off corporate climbers with dry look hair who were a lot more comfortable with a fucking Wall Street Journal than they were with a horny bitch.
Crowbar wondered if they would be as good a fuck as he was, and kind of doubted it. Well, hell, he thought, he'd probably never find out.
Anne plopped herself on the bed, bouncing up and down.
Crowbar was beginning to hate that little drunken bitch, and he vowed that this was the last time that she came along with him. He sure as fucked hoped that she wasn't anything like her sister Cindy.
Anne, he thought, was Deuce's girl, kind of, even though most of the guys in the crowd had fucked her.
If Deuce didn't like him telling him that Anne was a drag, well, fuck him! Then Deuce could forget hanging with-Crowbar, too.
Karen walked across the room to Cindy's closet and slid the door wide.
"Sheee-it! Would you look at this!" she exclaimed, running her eyes up and down the racks of clothing.
There were rows of clothing on hangers arrayed before her, prints, silks, weaves, and all of them looked new. "Don't tell me that this bitch doesn't have dough!"
Her eyes scanned the clothing, but her eyes were drawn to one particular item and after she saw that, they would travel no farther.
It was a full nightgown of some black silken material. It was Cindy's favorite nightgown, and if she would have known that a biker slut was handling it she would have freaked.
Karen, looking at that garment hanging in the closet, thought that she had never seen anything quite so goddamned beautiful.
"Bitchin'...." she muttered under her breath, which was pretty much the penultimate comment as far as she was concerned.
Her fingers went to the nightgown and touched it, no more.
Karen hesitated for a moment, gazing at the nightgown. She didn't have any compunctions about violating other people's property, but with this, with something as fucking cool as this she hesitated.
She lifted the silken black material in her fingers almost worshipfully, and then she stared at it, just stared at the sheer, filmy material.
The nightgown had thin, spaghetti straps and the bodice was cut very low. Hell, Karen thought, it might even look pretty good on me....
It wasn't at all the type of thing that she would ever wear ... it just wasn't like her to wear frilly, fancy things. But that didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate the shimmering beauty of the thing.
Yeah, Karen thought, that chick in the picture had big tits, and she could imagine how she would look with the nightgown on. That chick could manage it being low cut like that, and so could she, as far as that went.
Crowbar stepped up beside Karen, wondering what she was doing, why she seemed to be so damned interested in that black thing that she had in her hands.
He put one hand on her full ass to accommodate her and took the shimmering black nightgown in his fingers.
He didn't take the nightgown away from her; he just let his fingers play across the smooth, silken surface.
"What's that?" he asked.
"What do you think, asshole?" she asked. "It's a nightgown. It's a fuckin' expensive nightgown, not that you'd know anything about that...."
She kept on holding the nightgown as he let his fingers squeeze, to delicately rub the breasts of the slip, and then he slipped his fingers inside.
Crowbar knew full well that the fabric had many times touched, had caressed the full slopes of Cindy's breasts.
All it had taken was that photo of Cindy and Anne to get him thinking about the broad, to thinking about a broad that there was no possibility he would ever fuck.
This was the closest he would ever come to her, or, for that matter, cum to her. He could only touch something that had touched her so intimately....
In addition to that, there was something about being in that place that turned him on, and the thought of what that little blonde Cindy would look like in that black nightgown turned him on all the more.
Karen had to get her due, though. She was Crowbar's girl, and it would be bad politics if she thought he was interested in another broad.
"Hey, c'mere...." he said.
He pressed his mouth to Karen's and she rubbed the black slip on his body. She ran the soft, shimmering fabric over his face, then downward on his arm.
"You kind of like this, don't you, baby?" she asked him. "I can tell that you're kinda turned-on by it..
Crowbar didn't try to deny it to Karen, although he didn't tell her what was really turning him on.
She clung to him as one hand wrapped around her body while his other hand went out, sampling, touching, finally ravaging that black silken nightgown.
Karen knew that he was getting off on that slip, but she thought it was just the silky material. She hadn't connected the photo album to what he was doing. If she had she would have been really pissed off.
His face went down to the black nightgown as Karen reached down and undid the zipper on his jeans.
"Wait, babe," he said, coming up with an idea that he liked and that Karen might like, too. "Why don't you put it on? I've never seen you in anything like that before, and my dick is already getting hard...."
Karen smiled at him. So he did like the slip. And he wanted to see her in it.
She'd sensed something funny about him, but maybe that was the deal. Maybe he was just getting horny thinking about what she would look like in that black nightgown. He'd always liked her tits, and that low cut bodice would do nice things to her tits....
Actually, it was a combination of things that was getting the biker so horny. Crowbar was getting in the mood for Karen, but in a way he thought that fucking her in that slip would have another benefit, too.
It would be kind of like, well, violating that little blonde bitch who owned the apartment, too. That would make it doubly nice.
It was probably, he thought, the closest he'd ever come to fucking that little blonde broad, but it was better than nothing, anyway. Yeah, Karen should put it on....
Karen's eyes held Crowbar as the possibilities of the situation became clear. She slipped off her black leather jacket, never removing her eyes from Crowbar's.
Deuce was watching her now, almost as interested as Crowbar as Karen started to undress. He'd always had a thing for Karen, but she was too foxy of a bitch to ever be interested in a guy like him.
She was a bold chick, all right, Crowbar thought, watching her undress.
She doesn't mind a bit that Anne and Deuce are watching.
Hell, I think that the idea that they're watching is actually turning her on more....
Karen had no reason to mind that her other friends were watching. She had a fabulous body, one which Crowbar had gotten pretty familiar with over the past few months. Both Anne and Deuce had seen her naked, too, so it wasn't a matter of shyness....
Karen bent down and unbuckled her boots.
She was going to go all the way, and that black nightgown wouldn't look all that great with motorcycle boots, she thought, smiling at the little joke.
She slipped the boots off and then she thumbed open the button on her jeans, slowly lowering the zipper.
Karen wasn't smiling, she was just very intent as she stripped, her eyes lustily hooded as she watched Crowbar watching her.
Yeah, she could see that that horny biker was definitely turned-on by the thought of her putting on that nightgown.
Well, she told herself, he'd be a lot more turned-on before she was through with him. , She slid her pants down, then stepped out of them.
Karen didn't have a bit of fat on her. Crowbar was staring at her naked pussy.
Now that she was undressing, Crowbar found it hard to take his eyes off of that little inverted triangle of brown.
He liked the way that the hair on her pussy was so fine, the base of it bisected by her cunt cleft.
But it was Deuce who was really excited by seeing her that way.
His eyes fixed on her as she lifted off her tanktop. So far Crowbar hadn't taken notice of the fact that he was watching, too. If he happened to glance over, he'd go back to Anne....
Karen's shirt slowly slid upward as she lifted it.
She pulled the garment past her slim belly, slipping it above her ribcage, and then past those big, firm knockers.
There wasn't an inch of sag in those tits with their huge nipples.
Deuce was sitting up on his elbows, watching her.
Now Karen lifted her tits in her hands, offering them to Crowbar.
"C'mere, baby...." she said, almost moaning, "why don't you wrap your lips around these big babeies...."
"No," he said, shaking his head. "First things fucking first. Go ahead and put the nightgown on...."
"Oh, yeah, the nightgown...."
She kept her eyes fixed on Crowbar. She took the gown from him and then lifted it above her head and slipped it on.
Now she was standing there in the nightgown, undeniably beautiful. But it was a beauty that Crowbar had never seen in her.
He'd never seen her in anything sexy and frilly like that, and now that he did, it really turned him on.
Stripping for the group had really gotten Karen going, too.
She hadn't really thought about the fact that she was kind of an exhibitionist, but she couldn't deny that she liked the feeling of all of them watching.
She pressed closer to Crowbar and he let his fingers rove her tits.
He pressed his fingers against her breasts, right through the sheer fabric of the nightgown.
He closed his fingers on her big knockers, loving the feeling.
He was squeezing them and distorting them, making them bulge out of the black silken cups.
Karen moaned, writhing a little as he gripped her tits.
MMMmmmmmm ... Now she knew that she had to have more than just the eager eyes of the people there in the bedroom with her. She had to have it all. Without even thinking, she went for Crowbar's crotch.
That thick tube steak that resided in his jeans was the only thing that was going to satisfy her....
She fumbled with his belt, then unzipped him. It only took a second before she had his hardened cock in his hand.
"That's what I'm in the mood for, baby...." she moaned.
They slid down to the floor together, Crowbar wrapping his arms around her, plunging his mouth to her neck and kissing her.
The plush carpeting made the floor perfect for fucking.
As Karen went for Crowbar's cock, he was nuzzling the nightgown.
Now it was something more than just making love to Karen.
Now it was like he was fucking both of those girls, the brunette and the foxy little rich blonde....
His tongue was thrusting out to delicately trace its way over the lace of the breasts, to go upward and to culminate where Karen's nipples jutted through.
Crowbar squeezed Karen's big tits, shaping them, loving the feel of them.
Deuce hadn't stopped staring, not for a second, and Anne hadn't either. They didn't even turn away when Karen really got serious with Crowbar's big prick.
Crowbar was writhing on the floor next to Karen. He was rubbing a handful of the black gown over his face as Karen started taking his cock into her mouth.
She didn't realize that the groans he was making was almost as much because of the nightgown as it was because of her blowjob. There was no way that she could have known. But he knew.
Watching them like that, it had only been a matter of time before some of that contagious lust got to Deuce and Anne.
Deuce reached over and ran his hand along Anne's inner thigh.
She was still watching Karen and Crowbar, but when she felt Deuce's fingers on her leg, she knew that he was in the mood.
In a second she was lying on the bed and he started unbuttoning her shirt, eager to go for those big knockers of hers.
Anne's tits were just about the only thing that were going to banish the memory of Karen's big knockers from his mind.
In the meantime, Karen kept on sucking on Crowbar's prick.
He was loving the feeling of that, but he was also really getting off another way, too, as he rubbed his lips gently over the shimmering black fabric of Cindy's nightgown.
By that time Karen could tell that Crowbar was turned on by the nightgown, and she had an idea that she thought might really take him to biker's heaven.
She took a handful of that soft, silky fabric and, without him knowing it, enclosed his cock in the folds of that nightgown.
The silky material seemed like it flowed over his dick.
Karen could hear the silky nightgown hissing a little bit as she started to frig him.
Crowbar was rubbing the silken fabric over his face as Karen worked on his prick.
Working on his boner with that silken fabric only got him wilder.
She heard him whimper when she started to jerk him off. Yeah, she thought, that was getting to him....
Karen was rubbing his prick over the silkiness of her nightgown, letting it slide through folds of fabric.
She was wrapping the fabric around his hardening prick as a cunt would have wrapped around it. Hell, that silky fabric was as soft as any cunt, anyway....
She started to frig his cock in and out of the folds of that nightgown, the nightgown crumpled in the fingertips of his other hand.
Karen took it nice and slow doing Crowbar, just feathering the material. She knew that it had to feel good when she heard Crowbar moaning his pleasure.
She leaned closer. Maybe this would help, too ... Karen started licking just the tip of his cock as it appeared.
She stared at the head of that purplish bone, playing peekaboo with the black fabric of the nightgown. She zeroed in on the little slit at the tip of his boner, nestling her tongue there and teasing it.
She worked that silkiness in his fingers, setting him on fire to fuck.
Crowbar couldn't even have explained exactly why he was so turned-on. Surely it had something to do with the picture he had seen.
If ever there had been lust at first sight, then that had been it.
And the nightgown, itself, was so sensuous. It was so unlike the chicks that he associated with that it sent his mind reeling.
It was a texture almost like a fine oil as the silken fabric of the nightgown wrapped over his cock and Karen picked up the motion.
Crowbar was frigging his cock in and out, sliding through the folds of that satiny black cloth.
She brought him off that way.
She steadily jerked on his cock while he ran the fabric of that nightgown over his face, letting his sexual imagination go where it would.
He pretended that it was Cindy who was lying there next to him on the floor, that it was her who was sucking him off.
And Karen just kept working on that hardened cock of Crowbar's until he couldn't hold back for another second.
Crowbar came, shooting gout after gout of his seed into the folds of that fabric, staining it.
He and Karen lay there on the floor for a long moment, until the voice came.
CHAPTER FIVE
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" came the words. All four of the people turned and then saw Cindy standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She was standing there, staring at those people.
Cindy was still wearing the short shorts and the tropical shirt, her hair arrayed in freeflowing blonde waves that fell to her shoulders. She was wearing her designer sunglasses, and that kept her eyes concealed.
Her eyes were raking over the people in her bedroom, going from one to the other. Anne was lying naked on the bed with Deuce still on top of her, his wilting cock still inside of her. Karen and Crowbar were on the floor ... and she was wearing Cindy's nightgown.
Cindy stared at her nightgown, at the stain that Crowbar's cum had left on it.
She said it slowly, evenly: "I want all of you people out of here and I want you out now. And I want you out of my nightgown."
"But, Sis," Anne offered rather stupidly, "I didn't think you would mind if I dropped by with some of my friends and...."
Oh, no! Cindy wouldn't have minded! Why would she have minded?
Anne had just brought three sleazy biker-types into her bedroom to fuck on her bed and her floor and to splatter their cum on her nightgown! She didn't mind!
The excuses didn't cut any mustard with Cindy. "I want that whore out of my nightgown, right now. And I want all of you out of my apartment. Now...." Cindy repeated, standing her ground.
Karen must have had more drinks than she realized, because that was when she did something that was stupid. The sensible thing to do would have been to just go along with the uppity bitch, but she wasn't in that moou at an.
She stood up and, trying to look calm, she walked up to Cindy. She still had that nightgown on, and seeing her in that only made Cindy more furious.
"Listen, asshole," she said, "just who the fuck do you think you are?"
Uh-oh, Crowbar thought, that tore it.
That was exactly the wrong thing to say to Cindy at that moment.
For one thing, she felt like she had been betrayed, violated by those people and especially by her sister. Not only had these sleazebags come into her apartment, broken into her apartment, but her sister had let them.
Karen was standing in front of her, daring the stylishly-dressed broad to do anything, daring her to strike.
Standing there, glaring at Cindy, Karen wasn't prepared for what happened next. She vastly underestimated the little blonde who was standing there, glaring at her, assuming that she was all bark with no bite. She would feel the effect of that bite in the minutes to come.
Not fearing the other woman Cindy simply hauled back and slapped her, slapped her hard, making the other woman scream and recoil from her. Karen was completely surprised, and the booze that she had been drinking didn't do much to help her in the moments that followed.
Hearing that slap made everybody sit up and take notice. Even Anne, who was pretty well drunk, realized that she had to stop the fight. That was her little sister who had just slapped Karen! And that Karen was one tough slut!
"Sis! Wait! Don't do it ... This is my friend, she...."
But Anne's pleas were drowned out by Karen. She was really pissed off!
"You little cocksucker society bitch!" Karen spat. She smiled evilly at the smaller blonde. "You're gonna fucking regret that you ever did that!"
Cindy wasn't so sure that the other broad wasn't right, but she wasn't going to let it show in her face.
Cindy may have been a society bitch, but what Karen didn't realize was that she also had taken martial arts classes, and she was prepared for just about anything that the other broad might throw at her, even those big tits!
Besides that, Karen was nearly naked in that flimsy nightgown, and that left her even more vulnerably.
On the other hand, there was no denying that Karen had a lot of fighting experience, all of it the informal kind that you do in bars and back alleys. They were pretty evenly matched, all things considered.
The standstill must have lasted all of fifteen second, and then....
"YYiiiiiiiiiiieeeee!" Karen shrieked and she launched herself at Cindy.
Karen pulled off a lucky stroke to begin with.
She managed to get her fingers into the neckline of the tropical shirt that Cindy was wearing.
That was when things really got interesting, at least for the guys in the bedroom!
Karen ripped downward and tore that shirt wide open.
That gave the whole room something to stare at!
Cindy's big, pink-nippled tits were suddenly completely naked. It caught Cindy off guard.
All she knew was to reach up and try to cover her big, naked knockers, but that didn't put her in a better position to deal with that other crazy bitch!
Those gorgeous tits were heaving up and down, and the guys in the room were going crazy!
Quickly Cindy realized that she was going to have to sacrifice modesty or her ass, one or the other.
She opted to fight.
Cindy swung, but her blow went wide.
Now she didn't have a thought in her head as she went for that slut.
All she had was a fire that was burning inside of her, telling her to tear that fucking bitch apart!
Karen had better luck with her next shot. She thrust out and caught Cindy in the face with a lucky hook.
That punch sent Cindy rocketing her backwards and sending her rebounding off of the closet door.
She hung there for a second, recovering from the blow, leaning against the door.
Karen was feeling pretty self-satisfied, at that point. She stood there in that expensive black nightgown with her fists clasped, her big tits rising and falling with her excited breathing. She was smiling, but she might not be smiling for long.
Cindy wasn't really a fighter, not when she could help it. But this time it was slightly different.
No-one was going to stop her from giving that cunt the lesson of her life!
There was a little cut on Cindy's face, and blood was running in a think trickle down to her neck.
Her shirt was torn wide open, leaving her big tits hanging forth. By that time she had completely forgotten that the guys were staring at her tits.
Her breasts were glistening from sweat, but still, no-one could deny that they looked beautiful.
"C'mon, you asshole...." Karen muttered. "You wanted to fight? Well, I just can't wait to kick your lily-white ass...."
Cindy hung there, supporting herself against the closet for a long moment. It was only partly from the blow. She was also waiting for exactly the right moment.
And that was when Cindy launched herself at the other woman.
"AAAaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Cindy screamed and lunged and then she thrust out with a kick that would have knocked Karen out if it had connected.
"Wwwhoooaaaa!" Karen dodged away from the solid kick, lurching backwards and sprawling across the bed.
She lay there on the bed, staring up at the other broad. Unconsciously the realization was dawning that this little society broad might not be quite such a pushover, after all.
That little bitch had a lot more fight in her than she could have ever imagined!
When Cindy made her move, both Anne and Deuce tried to get out of the way.
Deuce's limp dick was waggling as he leaped to one side to avoid getting into the scuffle between the two wildcats.
Cindy didn't stop.
She lunged at Karen this time, and now she was on the offensive. By that time she was practically one big ball of anger, and she started taking it out on Karen.
She levelled another kick and Karen grappled with her, knocking her down so that they both rolled beside the bed.
They were tossing and turning, but the balance was about to change.
Now Karen had the upper hand, and she used that upper hand....
... And its long nails, too.
Karen thrust out her hand, long-nailed fingers raking Cindy's cheek.
Cindy let out a wild wail and rolled, or at least tried to roll, but then she lucked on to the same tactics that the other broad was using.
She caught her hand in the top of the nightgown in a lucky swing.
Deuce whooped when he saw what she was doing.
That little wildcat held on for dear life.
She pulled downward on the nightgown, happy when she heard the shriek of cloth giving way. She would have rather that it hadn't been her clothing that was being ripped up, but it was worth it.
It really pissed her off to be tearing up her nightgown, but she wouldn't have worn it again, not after that cunt had had it on, not after her boyfriend had soiled it with his jizz.
So she pulled some more, ripping the nightgown wide open.
Cindy was on top now, and she was gazing down onto Karen's naked tits.
Those heaving, scratched knockers looked almost startling contrasted with the black fabric of the nightgown.
She didn't have any reaction other than the pleasure of humiliating the other broad, but she heard the wild cry of pleasure that went up from Crowbar and Deuce.
There were few things that those wild boys liked better than a good fight, unless it might be a good fuck. The way that those broads were going at it, what they were watching seemed to partake of both!
Karen's tits were just as big as Cindy's, and they had nipples on them that were truly awesome. Even Cindy was surprised when she saw Karen's naked tits.
Those nipples were almost as big as coffee can lids, and they were a light honey, with little spikes in the center of each.
While the guys were feeling lust, all Cindy was feeling was hatred.
The only things that she wanted to do to those knockers was to tear them fucking off!
She certainly gave it her best shot!
She grabbed out and got a hold on one of Karen's tits.
She squeezed hard, driving her nails deep into the soft flesh of Karen's boob.
Cindy was rewarded with a bloodcurdling shriek from Karen that must have made everyone in the complex jump!
Cindy held onto that tit for all she was worth as the other chick rolled, shook, and tried to pound her free with her fists.
She was getting tangled up in Cindy's nightgown, but that wasn't going to stop her from paying that little blonde bitch back!
That was more like it, Cindy thought!
Now Cindy was getting to have a bit of the fun, instead of having it all reserved for Karen!
Cindy went for the fucking gusto with that other babe.
She saw her chance, namely that big knocker upthrusting and practically begging her to go for it.
She launched herself at that big boob like it was a bulls eye, and considering the size of Karen's nipple, there could have been a good argument for it.
She slapped out at Karen and then she made her move.
She drove her mouth down hard and found purchase with her teeth.
Karen shrieked like a banshee when the other broad drove those teeth in!
She pressed her mouth into Karen's tit, and all Karen could do was wail and shake when she sank her teeth in.
"AAAaahhh! Sonofabitch! AAaaaahaaahhhh! Fucker!"
Cindy tasted blood mixed with satisfaction, and then Karen knocked her sprawling with a well-placed fist.
"OOoooommmhhnnpphh!" She rolled to one side, clutching her head.
That blow stunned Cindy and she rolled off the bed, sliding over the side and falling onto the floor.
Quickly Karen got to her knees. Now she looked wild, really fucking wild.
There was blood spattered over Karen's big, heaving tits, dripping down on the fabric of the nightgown.
Anne, for her part, could only stand off to one side and stare at what was going on. She was marvelling at just how touch her big sister was.
Sure, Anne had seen plenty of fights, hanging out with the kind of wild crowd that she did, but she couldn't recall ever seeing a catfight with quite this much fury.
She couldn't believe that it was Cindy who was in there. Her big sister was matching punch for punch with that bitch Karen, and she also couldn't believe it was Cindy going for it with her naked tits hanging out of her torn shirt.
Cindy crouched, waiting for Karen to go for it.
Her shirt was ripped wide and her tits were rising and falling. Her expression was furious! She looked like she wanted to eat that bitch alive!
And Crowbar and Deuce wouldn't have minded doing some eating, either!
Both of them were keeping their eyes on that pretty blonde, but most especially on those gorgeous heaving knockers of hers.
They had long scratches on them where Karen had gotten to them.
Cindy didn't even notice as she prepared for the next onslaught from that crazy Karen.
She was out for blood, now!
Karen leaped wildly, stumbling over the edge of the bed, but she got her fingers into Cindy's hair and pulled.
"YYyiiiiiieeeeehhh!" Cindy shrieked, trying to spin away.
Karen was grabbing and pulling, swinging her around, while those tits lurched back and forth, splattering sweat.
But Karen had Cindy now, and she had her good.
Karen pulled back her fist and let loose with a slamming blow, driving it right into Cindy's face.
"Uuunnngggh! UUUnnnngghh!" Cindy gasped, reeling backwards taking the force of those hard blows again and again.
Karen clung to her, not letting go, hauling back for another shot at that blonde's already-bruised face.
She wasn't giving up that easy, though.
Crowbar could only marvel at the way that the blonde was holding up against Karen. Karen was no lightweight. No one had ever accused her of being one.
But that little blonde chick, he had to admit, had one hell of a lot of staying power. And with every punch, he also had to marvel at those fantastic flying knockers!
Cindy was spinning and slugging out wildly at the other, bigger broad.
Those big, sweat-dripping tits were tossing wildly, spattering droplets of blood where Karen had gotten a good scratch in.
Deuce was digging the show, too, from his vantage point across the room.
Making certain that Anne had her eyes on the fight, he reached down and let his hands slide onto his naked crotch. Anne might not have understood the way that that fight was getting to him.
He could feel himself hardening already, and he was getting harder the longer that he watched Cindy and Karen going at it. Weirdly, it wasn't just staring at their naked tits that was getting to him, either.
At that point Cindy knew that she had better think of something, or she was a goner. Cindy figured that the tactic that had worked before would work again.
When Karen made another feint at her, she went for her big tits. That was her most vulnerable point.
"AAAaaarrrgggghhhhh!!!" Karen screamed, swinging and scratching.
She was doing everything she could to get Cindy off of her.
She was reaching out and slapping out at the smaller woman, knocking her around with every punch.
Even though she hit her again and again, nothing seemed to do any good in dislodging the smaller blonde.
She was hanging on for dear life, hanging on to those naked, swinging udders.
Both of them were twisting and grappling as they rolled across the carpeted floor, leaving a tracery of blood on the carpeting.
They were squirming and slugging at each other, rapidly tiring but still filled with bloodlust.
"I'll kill you for that!" Karen screamed, launching out with her claws and missing. "I'll fucking kill you!"
Karen smacked her head against the wooden pedestal of the bed and that gave time for Cindy to get her best shot in.
Cindy launched a solid punch that connected, flipping Karen back against the bed, curling into it.
But Karen kicked out, succeeding at least in making Cindy jump backwards.
Karen scrambled to her feet and Cindy leaped into her, bearing her backwards. Cindy quickly disentangled herself, squirming around on the bed.
Karen lay on the bed for only a second, only long enough to see Cindy coming at her again.
Karen saw Cindy's flying fist when she blinked, but it was too late to avoid it.
She tried to turn at the last moment, but all that accomplished was having that punch slam into the side of her face.
"Bastard! Slut! Bitch!" Cindy screamed, voicing at least a part of her anger.
She was propelling fist after fist into Karen's face. Karen couldn't really respond, could only try to get away.
She screamed and roared, twisting and struggling to get away from the wildcat who was clinging to her.
Cindy's claws were flashing now, coming down on Karen's tits and leaving long scratches on them. Now it was her turn to show the bitch who was boss!
Karen roared with pain, tossing and turning and trying to get out from under Cindy. Cindy was crazy!
Cindy looked almost like she was trying to mount the other girl, her legs wrapped around her, and from that position she was knocking the hell out of Karen.
Her fists were buffeting Karen, knocking her face this way and that.
"That's it! That's fucking it!" Crowbar yelled, dragging Cindy off of Karen, grabbing her under the tits and pulling her off. "You won! Let her be! Fucking let her be!"
Karen was too far gone to try to fight.
In response to being pulled off, Cindy swung around and clawed out at Crowbar, leaving a raking scratch across his cheek.
"Yikes!" Crowbar cried out, "She's a fucking hellion!"
"Get out! Get the fuck out of my apartment, now!" she screamed, leaping off of the bed.
Her tits were scratched, bleeding. She turned to Deuce and Anne, screaming. "I don't want to ever see you in here again! Get out! Get out of my house!"
Deuce helped Karen up from the bed and the four people, including Anne, slunk off. Even though Cindy would, of course, have been no match for Deuce and Crowbar, they didn't want to press the point.
CHAPTER SIX
The chick had won fair and square, and it had been against a chick who was a lot bigger than her, too. Honor was due.
Crowbar gathered up Karen's clothes, but she didn't even change out of the nightgown as they carried her out of the apartment.
Karen was completely humiliated, but she vowed that if she ever saw that little bitch again, next time it would go different.
Anne didn't know what to think about what had happened. She did know that she had fucked up big time this time, especially by letting Crowbar and Karen get carried away with her sister's nightgown.
Would she ever forgive her for that?
Her sister was really mad at her this time, but she'd been mad at her before, and she'd gotten over it. Maybe she'd get over this one, too.
And Cindy....
Well, Cindy was feeling curiously happy after the fight with that cunt. It was crazy, but there was something about fighting that bitch and winning that made her feel more alive than she had felt in a long time.
She went into the bathroom and wet a washrag, then started to clean off.
She began to dab at the scratches at her tits, wincing when the wet cloth touched the cuts and abrasions.
Thinking about it, she had gotten a real thrill out of kicking that bitch's ass, and she really wouldn't mind doing it again, one of these fine days.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, dabbing at a painful cut on her big pink nipple. That hurt!
Weirdly enough, she wasn't so angry now. She was feeling something different now, something that she had never felt before. In a way it seemed like it had all been worth it.
She'd somehow knew that she had caught the guy's eye who they called Crowbar. Funny name. She wondered why he had it.
There was something about him that wasn't like the rest of them. He'd remained cool even when the fight was going full blast, and she liked that.
She knew that she shouldn't be interested in a guy like that but, who said lust was logical? It sure never was with her....
She thought about him in comparison to Larry. Maybe he was a lot handsomer than Larry, but then, looks weren't everything, were they?
And, no doubt, Larry had a lot more money than Crowbar had ever dreamed of. That mattered for a lot, didn't it?
Still, she couldn't get the image of that handsome, black leather clad sonofabitch out of her mind.
It was too bad, she thought, that she'd never see him again.
* * *
That night Cindy was feeling a strange emptiness. She hoped that Larry would be able to fill it, but she wasn't so sure. She knew one thing, and that was that she had never felt that way before.
It was crazy what she was thinking, just an obsession, but that didn't mean that she could stop thinking about it.
Or, rather, him.
Ever since she had seen that guy that Anne had called Crowbar she had been thinking about him, remembering what he looked like. Oh, it wasn't that he was all that handsome, even though he was handsome enough. It was more what he, well, symbolized.
You might say that he symbolized a freedom that Larry would never, could never possess. They were just so different that there was hardly any comparison between them.
Larry thought that the height of life was to wear whatever the latest fashions in "Gentleman's Quarterly" were, to drive a fast car, to have a nice house.
Crowbar, Cindy surmised, liked to live a little closer to the edge. It wasn't possessions that he was after, Cindy thought, it was excitement....
Just thinking about him made her horny.
Maybe there was something about the fight, too, that had really gotten her going in some deep way that she found it very hard to explain to herself.
Standing up to that bitch Karen had made her feel awfully good and seeing that broad that way, with her tits hanging out and all sweaty, was a pretty persuasive image in itself.
Cindy was lying on the bed, dressed only in a terrycloth robe. She still hadn't decided whether she was going to retire early. Hell, she didn't even know if she could sleep, feeling the way she was at that moment.
It pissed her off that Karen had departed in her nightgown, but it had been wrecked, so that was silly. Hell, she had been the one who had wrecked it, with that bitch in it, and there was some satisfaction in that fact, anyway.
What was a nightgown, anyway, especially when that crowd had left her with such a rich supply of fantasies to please herself with.
Cindy slid her fingers down to her cunt, pushing away the robe and then sliding her fingers on to the mound of her pussy.
Initially she hadn't really planned to finger herself. It had been almost an unconscious move, just resting her fingers on the little mound of her cunt.
And then, without even intending them to, her fingers went into a gentle motion. She started to tease her pussymound with her fingers, just fluffing up the hair a little. And then she went a little farther and started running her fingers down to her cunt cleft.
She'd been thinking about that Crowbar guy since she had seen him, seen him lying on the floor with Karen while she really did a number on his cock.
Yeah, when she had first walked in his dick had been out of his pants and Karen's fingers had been wrapped around it.
Even though he had already cum, judging by the dark stain on her nightgown, he had a pretty respectable prong on him, Cindy had to admit. It was big and uncircumsized, and that was kind of unusual, kind of a turn-on in itself.
Thinking back on her first glimpse of him, she had liked the way the purplish tip had peeked out from his foreskin, and the way the tip of it had glistened with the remnants of his cum. It looked positively ... edible!
Cindy couldn't keep her fingers out of her twat, not with thinking that way.
She slid her fingers a little way into the already juiced-up slot of her pussy, not going deeply in but just teasing her labia, letting her fingers graze her clitoris a little bit. She still hadn't gone into overdrive with her fingers, but that wouldn't be too long.
She was so fucking horny!
All it took was toying with her cuntlips a little bit to open up a vast reservoir of horniness and, it occurred to her, perhaps a vast reservoir that Larry hadn't tapped.
Had never tapped.
Now it was Crowbar who she was thinking about as she upped the ante with her fingers, moving them a little faster, frictioning into the cleft of her cunt.
She hadn't intended to masturbate, but once she had started it was damned hard to turn back.
She knew that she had other things to do, but she was feeling a need that was so damned hard to deny.
OOoooohhhhhh! That felt so good!
Her face was contorted in what looked like pain but was actually pleasure as she started to slide her fingers deeper, dipping them into the honeyed slot of her hole.
She couldn't keep herself from arching upwards and starting to pump her ass as she moved her fingers.
She was sliding them up and down in the cloying confines of her wet labia.
Christ, she needed it! She needed it so fucking bad!
She needed to be fucked by a nice hard dick, to be fucked hard and fast and deep....
And Crowbar certainly wasn't going to be there to provide it!
She wished that the handsome black leather clad biker had been there on her bed with her, but that was only idle wishing. She knew that she and he were worlds apart, and that they would never meet....
Cindy sat up and started to reach for the phone. That was what she'd do! She'd call Larry ... Larry would be more than eager to oblige her, and she sure as fuck needed someone to tend to this burning deep inside....
And then she checked her hand. She had another idea that would be a lot better than phoning.
Cindy got up and padded barefoot over to her dresser, then opened the bottom drawer.
She had something entirely different in mind, and there was no doubt that it was going to be hard, whereas she didn't know if she could count on Larry for that....
Underneath a pile of panties, where she kept it secret from Larry and other boyfriends who she had had, was her tool of ecstasy.
Cindy reached into the drawer and wrapped her fingers around something big and definitely hard ... just the thing.
She pulled a big, ivory-colored dildo forth from the drawer and held it in front of her, gazing at it, thinking of the things that a girl could do with a prick, albeit a plastic one, like that.
She couldn't help but admire that big pecker. And it wouldn't be long before she had that monster shoved into her crotch, tending to the aching sexual hunger that she was feeling there at this moment.
Cindy quickly returned to the bed, not wanting to delay matters. She knew that she had in her hand the tool that would give her the satisfaction she craved.
She took up pretty much where she had left off, pressing her fingers back into her pussylips, still not plunging them deep.
She lay the dildo on the bedcover. She would get to that in a minute....
"UUUuuu--UUUmmmmm!" she purred, waggling her hips as her fingers grazed her cuntlips.
How she fucking needed that!
As soon as her fingers were back into her pussylips she felt her desire return again in full force.
She started to play with her cuntlips a little bit with her fingers, fluttering her fingers into the delicate petals.
She was gently teasing the little pink nubbin of her clitoris with her fingertips, but still saving the best and the hardest for later.
As she teased her cuntlips she thought about Larry. Up until then Larry had always seemed a good thing to her. He was good to her, he was handsome, he had plenty of money ... Larry didn't really lack for anything.
And then she thought about Crowbar.
Goddamnit, it was Larry who she wanted to think about, not that fucking biker.
What was wrong with her, anyway? After all, it would have been so much easier just to leave things the way they were and not torment herself with thoughts of something she knew that she couldn't have.
Larry was her boyfriend, Larry had money and social position....
But it was Crowbar that she kept coming back to.
She thought about him lying there on the floor beside Karen, but most of all she thought about that big, semi-erect dick of his.
How she would have liked to have gotten her fingers around that big bone of his or, better still, how she would have liked her lips to be there.
In her mind's eye she could see that big bone of his arching up in the air, and she could see herself pressing close, pressing her lips to that big dong head....
As she thought about Crowbar she gripped that huge dildo hard.
Cindy was squeezing that big plastic boner, and, at the same time, she kept up the action with her fingers.
She knew that she couldn't just keep toying with herself, not at the rate that she was getting turned on. She had to give her pussy what it was begging for.
What she really wanted was for that sonofabitch Crowbar to be climbing up on the bed with her. Jesus, yes!
She wanted that fucking biker to be mounting her, shoving the head of his big rod into her yearning crotchlips.
But since that wasn't possible and probably never would be, she was going to have to settle for a substitute.
Cindy lay there with her fingers in her pussy, mulling over the image of that biker in her mind ... and that was when she decided that she couldn't hold back for another second.
She lifted that cock, that plastic cock that she had been saving for this moment, and then she angled it over to her pussy.
She let the tip of it kiss between her pussylips, which she was spreading with the fingers of her other hand. Now that she had the dildo or, as she told herself, now that she had Crowbar's dick, she didn't have to hurry things along.
Cindy used just the tip of the dildo, running the head of it up and down in the glistening slash of her cunt.
"Oh, fucking yessssss!" she moaned, waggling her ass and her pussy, hungry to have that big boner shoved all the way in. That felt too fucking good!
She had to have more of that hard plastic cock!
Cindy pressed the tip of that monster plastic cock farther in, still having the wits not to go all the way.
Cindy knew, or at least the sensible side of her knew that if she was able to hold back the payoff of her orgasm would be even better.
But, goddamnit! It was so fucking hard not to just slam that slab of plastic deep and fuck the shit out of her pussy!
By the moment the dildo kept going deeper into the tight little channel of Cindy's crotch.
Cindy liked the way that the big head of the ivory dick distorted her cuntlips going inward and, as she fed more of that big plastic bone into her cunt, she liked the way that it came up all shimmering with her cuntjuice.
Now she knew that she had to have all of that bone. Now there was simply no holding back with that big pecker!
She had to ram it deep! She had to fuck herself deep!
She started plunging that hard pecker deeper into her cunt, watching the thick, veiny shaft as it disappeared into her cunthole. More than watching it, she was feeling it! Feeling every inch of that big fucking monster as it slid into her.
That plastic pecker was filling her up all the way, filling her to the brim, filling her until she felt like she was going to explode.
And the more of that dildo that she fed into her twat the more she had to feed. She needed it all! She needed every hard fucking inch of that plastic boner!
The more she fucked herself the more frenzied Cindy got.
She was fantasizing about Crowbar then trying to pull her thoughts off of him and to bring them back to Larry. She shouldn't be fantasizing about Crowbar, since that would only frustrate her in the end.
Still, somehow she couldn't think about Larry, at least not in that way, at least not at this time.
She couldn't think of him as being the one who was on top of her and giving her the fucking of her life. She couldn't tell herself that it was him who was sliding his hard shaft all the way to the bottom of her cunt shaft.
It had to be Crowbar, goddamnit! It just had to be him!
Cindy was plunging the head of that big boner into her pussy, hearing the squelching of her cuntjuices with each stroke.
Now she wasn't holding back a bit with that hard prick.
Now she was driving that massive rod deep into her pussy, distorting her cuntlips wide.
She was plunging and twisting that big bone into her tormented pussyhole, and loving every fucking stroke!
. She could hear that bastard prick squelching with each stroke, and that only seemed to spur her on to wilder fucking.
Cindy was panting, gripping that dildo with both hands and piloting it all the way to the depths of her desire.
Her face was tormented, but so sweetly tormented!
She couldn't stop now!
All she knew in the world was that big dildo and the way it felt as she plunged it all the way into her cunt.
Yeah, that was it! It was that black leather sonofabitch Crowbar who was fucking her so fast and so deep and so hard, she told herself.
It had to be him to be giving her that kind of a dicking.
It was his big, veiny rod that was diving all the way into her juiced-up snatch, and she had to take him all the way home!
Cindy's breath was ragged as she slammed that plastic cock home.
She was madly twisting and turning that big dildo into her cunt, feeling" the slow rising of her cum.
She was driving that bone as hard as she could, her whole pussy feeling like it was on fire.
It hurt, but baby! Yes! It hurt so fucking good!
Cindy could feel her orgasm as it rose deep inside of her body.
She plunged that boner, stoking the fires with that dildo.
Cindy kept on ramming that plastic pecker, shoving it hard, making her ass recoil, making her tits lurch with each hard stroke she took.
Her tits were glistening with sweat and they looked so pretty underneath the lights of her bedroom.
Cindy was pretending that it was Crowbar who was riding her and wanging her with that hard slab of dick.
In her fantasies she could just see his eyes fixed on her knockers.
He stared at her big, sweaty tits as they jogged and jogged again, lurching with each hard stroke that she rammed into her pussy.
Cindy kept on ramming that big cock home.
Now it seemed like a matter of life or death to pound that boner in. There was no way that she could stop now!
She turned and twisted that massive dildo into her burning pussy, sliding it all the way in.
And she dreamed that that sexy fucker Crowbar was atop her, mauling her tits with his fingers. She dreamed that he had his face plunged into her tits, sucking the nipples until she couldn't hold back her scream.
And she screamed!
She jammed that massive dildo deep and she screamed as her orgasm burst like the Fourth of July inside of her, dousing her whole body with fire.
She writhed and cried out as she pounded her final strokes deep within the confined of her burning twat.
Now she knew that this was the best, this was the way that she had to have it.
She kept on plunging that big dildo long after her cum had subsided, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to pull Crowbar's cock from her pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Larry?" she asked, happy to hear his voice and not the recording of it on his answer phone, "Uh, listen ... How about a movie or something tonight? And afterwards, well, maybe we could come over to my place ... I don't know, maybe I'm just feeling a little blue, and it would be nice to have some company...."
Larry jumped at the chance.
Anytime Cindy asked him to come over, and especially asked him to come over to her place, he jumped at the chance.
He tried not to sound too eager with his reply. "Cindy? Yeah, that sounds great. Listen, how about if I pick you up in an hour, or so? We'll go grab a bite to eat and then catch a movie, or something."
"Perfect. Well ... See you then...."
After she had hung up the phone she wondered if Larry would really distract her from what she was feeling. That had been her intention in calling.
She knew for certain that she just couldn't hang around the house all night, thinking and dreaming about that asshole Crowbar.
Cindy had already changed her clothes and washed up so that almost no trace of the fight with Karen remained. It might be a little difficult to explain that to Larry, and no doubt he would want to call the cops to catch the monsters who had done that to her.
* * *
She and Larry went to a movie that night, but she was unable to keep her mind on it.
When Larry slid his hand onto her thigh in the movie, she even pressed it away, not wanting him to come on to her, at least not at that moment. She was confused about what she really wanted, but she definitely knew that it wasn't Larry coming on to her in a movie.
That wasn't like Cindy at all, Larry thought, his feelings hurt by the way that she had pushed him way. Even when she wasn't in the mood for anything else, the promise of some hard cock always seemed to get her enthused. What in the fuck was going on with her?
She didn't push Larry away, though, when they were back at her apartment. By that time her mood had changed subtly. She hadn't stopped thinking about Crowbar during the entirety of the night, but by that time she had decided that maybe there was a form of compromise....
Cindy was kneeling on her bed while Larry stood next to her.
"There's something I want you to see...." she said, as her fingers went up to the first button on her blouse.
She knew that she had better get it out of the way right off the bat, rather than have him ask about it once they were in bed. She didn't know if he was going to buy the excuse that she had trumped up, but there wasn't much she could do other than try.
Her fingers moved from one button to the next, until there was a thin pink vale of flesh revealed between the separation in her blouse.
Larry didn't have any idea what she was doing, but he had noticed a change in Cindy during the course of the evening. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Oh, sure, she hadn't wanted him to touch her in the movie, but obviously she wanted it enough now. Oh, well, he thought, women were pretty fucking strange.
Now things were certainly starting off promisingly enough. He could never get enough of those fabulous tits of hers....
And then Cindy slid the blouse off and dropped it to the bed. In her mind she was playing a game that Larry would have never guessed, could have never guessed, especially since that game involved someone who he had never met.
By that time she had come to the conclusion that she couldn't keep that fucking handsome biker out of her mind. Crowbar had invaded her dreams, and she couldn't throw him out.
Larry had always loved Cindy's tits, and that was one reason why seeing her naked just then was so ... shocking.
Her tits were as perfect as ever, and Larry's eyes glommed onto them, as always, but then the crisscrossed scratches on her tits jumped into his vision.
"What? Jesus! What in the fuck happened to you, Cindy?"' he asked, coming closer and kneeling on the bed beside her. Her tits were all mauled up!
Her tits were so fucking beautiful and shapely, but there were half a dozen bright scratches on them. What could have done it?
"The neighborhood cat...." Cindy said. "I tried to pick him up and I guess he wasn't in the mood for, uh, snuggling. He really did a number on my tits, didn't he?"
There was something about the way that Cindy said that that Larry found hard to believe. What neighborhood cat? They didn't even allow pets in her complex.
Still, he couldn't think of any other reason she might have scratches all over her like that, and so he figured that he must be too suspicious. He'd never known Cindy to lie to him before, after all.
Larry extended his hand and gently touched her tit.
"Ouch!" Cindy said. "Those scratches are still kind of sore...."
The neighborhood cat? There was only one other possibility that Larry could think of, and that was that Cindy had been involved in something kinky.
With another man.
The possibility of it being another woman never occurred to him.
Was that possible? There'd been no hints at all that Cindy had been going with, or even interested in another guy ... And if it was a guy, he was into some pretty kinky shit, to leave her tits all messed-up like that.
Larry knew that there wasn't any likelihood that Cindy would tell him about it, though, even if it was another guy, and so he didn't bother asking her.
Still, now he knew that he had to keep his mind open to the possibility that Cindy was cheating on him.
It wasn't something that Larry liked to contemplate. What he liked to contemplate was her tits.
Well, there was another man, although Larry couldn't have possibly imagined the situation. Cindy had never touched him, never fucked him. All it had taken was meeting him that one time.
And there was another man present in the room.
At least that was the way that Cindy had decided it. She knew she had to please Larry, but at the same time she had to please herself, too. She didn't think that she could fuck Larry, not tonight, not unless she....
Not unless she pretended that it was that wild biker Crowbar who she was fucking. Larry would never know, so what could it possibly harm?
Larry could feel his cock hardening in his pants from staring at Cindy's tits.
His head was still spinning from the thought that Cindy had been fucking another guy, particularly another guy sadistic enough to scratch up her tits that way.
It was also pretty weird the way that he was feeling at that moment. Those scratches certainly hadn't dampened his desire for the babe, in fact, just maybe it was more than that.
There was something about those scratches on her breasts that was kind of, well, poignant.
Just looking at them, at those tits, but particularly the scratches on them, really got to him.
Shit, Larry couldn't take his eyes off of those fucking tits of Cindy's! He couldn't really explain it, all he could do was go along with his desires.
All Larry knew was that he had to touch that babe, he had to kiss her....
And then Larry couldn't hold back for another second.
That beautiful girl and those beautiful scratched up tits were just too much of a temptation.
There was something about the visuality of those scratches contrasted with those perfect white tits that fired Larry all up, fired him up in a way that he had never felt before.
He reached out, being very careful not to touch the scratches on Cindy's tits. Then Larry gently, tentatively pressed his lips to her breast.
Cindy had it all worked out in her mind. Crowbar was here. Crowbar was naked next to her. And now he was lowering his head to kiss her titties.
Larry extended his tongue and gently ran it along the longest scratch, rewarded with the little moan that Cindy let out.
Larry could feel her quiver as he ran his tongue down the longest scratch, just gently touching it, laying a trail of glistening moisture along the scratch.
She was turned-on, too, he thought, which was certainly an improvement over the way that she had been acting when they had been in the movies. If only he had known who she was turned-on to....
Cindy moaned, but it wasn't a moan of pain, or if it was, it was pain mixed with pleasure.
That moan spurred Larry on even more.
Larry had to have her!
Shit, yes, he just had to touch her, to touch those gorgeous naked breasts....
Larry gently ran his tongue along the scratches, wetting them. She moaned again, arching into him, her mind delirious with her crazy sexual dreams.
He carefully kissed and licked her breasts, being careful not to be too rough with her, since he was certain that those scratches and bruises must still hurt.
Larry was going from one to the other of Cindy's gorgeous naked tits, finding so much to worship in each one.
His eyes zeroed in on a perfect, pink nipple with its hardened, upthrust little spike, so poignantly cleft at the end.
He lifted one big breast in his fingers and then took a nipple into his mouth.
He sucked her nipples, then ran his tongue over them, going from one to the other.
Was it another man, he asked, tormenting himself. Christ, He'd hate it if he lost that babe....
And Cindy was getting into it, too.
Her eyes were closed and her mind was reeling with the thought of being made love to by that sexy biker. Every once in a while Larry, the thought of Larry, would intrude, but she banished him with her dreams of that black leather lover.
Now she was lifting her tits up in her hands and offering them to to her lover, to do with them as he would.
He, Larry, knelt at her side, not even imagining the crazy dreams that were running through Cindy's mind.
He was almost worshipping those beautiful tits. The tips were glimmering prettily from where he had been licking and sucking the nipples, and every time he sucked her nipples Cindy moaned, going into raptures of pleasure.
Damn! That little witch was more turned-on than he'd ever known her to be. Maybe she had had a run-in with a cat, because he couldn't imagine her getting more tumed-on to him if she had another lover.
Larry had to have more than just her tits, though. His fingers went to the snap on her designer jeans and then thumbed them open.
His fingers grazed the edge of her pubic hair, and then he knew that he couldn't hold back for another moment.
He slid the zipper on her jeans down and then Cindy lay back as he pulled her pants down her shapely legs.
Hell, what did it matter? Maybe she was some other man's ... Maybe she was some other guy's who happened to like beating the living shit out of her, to judge from scratches on her tits, but tonight....
... Tonight she was Larry's.
Larry still couldn't look at Cindy's naked body without getting all turned-on.
She was his own personal centerfold, he thought, and then amended himself.
Or was she? Goddamnit, had she really gotten those scratches from a cat? It sure didn't seem very likely. And, now that he thought about it, there had been certain hints that he had gotten from her....
Still, looking at the naked beauty lying on the bed, he couldn't maintain that line of thought for too long.
Larry slid off the bed and then hurried his own pants off.
His cock was a hard spike, quivering in front of him as she slid back onto the bed.
Larry gently angled atop Cindy, but in Cindy's mind that wasn't the way it was, at all. Her lover, her dark lover who dressed in black leather and rode a motorcycle was next to her now, ready to fuck her.
She reached up and gripped his cock and then brought it to its hot, wet little target. She wanted him all the way inside. She wanted that hard boner of his all the way inside of her.
Larry's prick slipped into her easily, diving deeply into that wet, hot hole.
Yeah, that was the reason, that ecstasy of burying his dick into her, that was the reason that he put up with her....
Larry moaned as he slid his cock into her and then started to slide that big stick in and out of her pussy.
Damn! That was fucking weird, he thought! He'd never felt his cock so fucking hard! Did it have something to do with....
It must have something to do with those scratches on her tits, he thought, as crazy as that might seem.
Jeez, maybe he was a lot kinkier than he thought and, worse than that, maybe Cindy was, too.
His eyes fixed on the jogging of her nipples as he probed her with his dick.
He couldn't pull his eyes away from the dancing of her big tits splayed on her rising and falling chest.
And his eyes fixed on those scratches, too, as he went into overdrive.
Damn! He couldn't really say why he liked seeing his girl denied that way, but he knew that he did.
Larry drove his cock deeply into her again and again, and Cindy went into raptures of pleasure, taking him deep, taking him all the way in.
Her hands were all over him, running over his back, running over his naked ass as she urged, impelled him to drive that hard stake into her pussy.
Cindy moaned out the depths of her desire, her desire for the other man.
Larry kept on fucking into her while she was thrusting her cunt in opposition to him.
As he fucked her both of their bodies shivered with pleasure.
They both grappled each other with their fingers, moving into a quicker, harder humping that he knew would quickly bring Cindy to climax.
She had to have it! She had to have his hot biker seed delivered up into the depths of her pussy!
Cindy raked Larry's sweaty, naked ass with her nails, driving them deep.
"Oooooohhhh, fucking yessss, Cindy!" Larry moaned, his dick hardening even more.
The pain of those nails gave a sharp, penetrating edge to his pleasure as he kept driving into her.
Larry kept on banging her, banging her hard, nver wanting to stop, never wanting to lose that babe.
By that time he had forgotten all about his suspicions that Cindy was getting some on the side, and now there was no more holding back.
He rucked her with everything he had, really laying into that broad.
Larry was growling like an animal as he plunged his dick home.
For her part, Cindy was in ecstasy to be rucked by her dream in black leather.
He fucked like a whirlwind, driving into her again and again, driving into her until there was no fucking way that she could hold back.
Larry was gasping, growling out his savage pleasure as she cried out for him to fuck her harder, harder, harder!
Larry slammed his cock into her again and again.
He was driving that hard pole deep, squirming it into her pussy.
He was ramming it into Cindy and withdrawing it until the tip of his bone touched cool air and then drove back inwards again to slam to the hairy hilt.
Shit, there was nothing like fucking that beautiful little babe!
He'd never had a girlfriend half so pretty and the likelihood, Larry thought, was that he would never have one so pretty again.
He didn't want to lose her!
Fuck, he didn't want to lose her!
He didn't mean to start thinking about that at the last moment. It depressed him, it confused him, it made him realize that the bliss that Cindy gave him might not last.
And he didn't mean to start thinking about the scratches, either. It was impossible that those could have been cat scratches, but if they weren't, then what?
Larry drove his last strokes home into Cindy's pussy, and when he came he heard himself calling out: "Cindy! No! Fucking, no!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cindy got up to go to the bathroom and, unfortunately, that gave Larry more time to think about the situation.
Cindy had seemed weird when they had been fucking, and on top of that there had been those scratches. What could have changed?
And when she had called up, she seemed so relieved that he was willing to go to the movies with her.
That wasn't like Cindy ... So what was the fucking deal?
* * *
If the changes that Cindy was going through were bothering Larry, they were bothering Cindy, too.
Oh, sure, there was no doubt that Larry was a good fuck. She had never doubted that.
But since Cindy had started thinking about that biker she knew that there was something in her life that was missing, and she was the type of girl who would get it.
It was crazy, but anyway, she was going to try.
For one thing, she knew where Anne hung out. She would use that as an excuse.
She told herself that she wanted to find Anne, perhaps to apologize for the way she had freaked out when she had walked in on her and her friends the night before.
But that wasn't the real reason that Cindy was going to look for Anne, and she knew it.
And it wasn't just that hard biker guy, either, although most of her fantasies had centered on him since that night. It included something else that was difficult to define, but she knew it had something to do with the taste of a different lifestyle and a different way of relating.
She drove up in front of the biker bar the following night in her little MG. Up until the last moment she kept telling herself that she was acting crazy, that she really shouldn't be doing this.
She felt pretty out of place in a place like that, but, at the same time, something was driving her on, insisting that she go through with what she had planned.
Actually, planning had very little to do with it. It was a need she was feeling, and she was planning on fulfilling it.
Cindy was dressed entirely different from the way she normally dressed, doing all she could to fit into the scene. Anyone looking at her might not have even recognized that she was a college girl. If anything, she looked a lot more like her sister Anne, now.
She was wearing tight, tight jeans and a t-shirt. Over that she had a put on black leather vest that she hadn't worn for years.
She had made it a point to put on her eye makeup a lot heavier, just about the same way that Anne wore it and, for that matter, the way that Karen wore it.
She paused at the door to the bar. Out in front a dozen motorcycles were parked. Yeah, this was the place....
She stepped inside of the bar and nearly everyone in the place turned to look at the newcomer. She paused in the doorway, only long enough to spot her sister. She was sitting at the bar with one of the guys who had been at her apartment the night before; the less handsome one who someone had called "Deuce".
She didn't see Crowbar, but for the moment her main concern was to talk to Anne.
"Hey, baby...." one biker called out from a nearby booth, "Come over and sit here with me. Don't fuckin' bother with him! Deuce already has a girlfriend...."
She ignored him and then walked over to where Anne was sitting.
"Hi, Sis," she offered as she sat down on the stool beside Anne, "Do you mind? I wanted to talk to you."
Deuce was sitting on the other side with his arm around Anne, and he was goggling to see the straight chick from the night before in the bar. It took him a moment to realize that it was Anne's sister he was ogling.
"What are you doing here?" Anne asked warily, figuring that her sister way planning on laying into her for the scene at her apartment. She assumed that her sister must still be pissed-off. But, still, that wouldn't explain the get-up she was wearing....
"I, uh, well, I just wanted to apologize for the way I reacted last night...."
That took a while to sink into Anne's head. "You've got to be kidding!" Anne said, shaking her long brown hair. "I mean, jeez, Cindy, it was all my fault ... I was all fucked-up and I didn't really know what I was doing, and...."
"We didn't mean any harm, really...." Deuce offered lamely, leaning across the bar to look at Cindy. His eyes were bleary from drinking and Cindy ignored him.
Cindy shrugged. "Listen, do you think I could I have a beer?" she asked the bartender, who was hovering close, wanting to get a good look at the pretty newcomer.
"Sure thing...."
Cindy and Anne and Deuce sat there for awhile, drinking beer and talking. Anne found it hard to believe that her sister had apparently completely forgiven her for the night before, but she sure didn't want to rock the boat.
Cindy had all the reason in the world to be pissed off with her sister, but this time she let it slide. There were other, more important things on her mind.
And he arrived about twenty minutes after Cindy arrived at the bar.
It was Crowbar, and right off, the bat he spotted the blonde sitting at the bar with Anne and Deuce.
And Cindy spotted him, too.
She saw the black leather clad biker come through the door and let her eyes linger on him only long enough for him to know she was watching, then she turned away and started talking to Anne again.
Her heart was pounding, and now she was really telling herself that she was crazy! It had all been a mistake! He wasn't really the type of guy that she dug, and....
Crowbar sidled up to the bar and sat beside Cindy. He was wearing a black leather jacket and jeans and motorcycle boots. Standard issue for the crowd that he hung with.
He didn't say anything to her immediately, only ordered a beer.
"Hey, Crowbar!" Anne said, again sounding a little tipsy again, "Isn't it great the Cindy came by?"
Crowbar turned and smiled at the girl. He knew that the broad had to have something up her sleeve, but he wasn't quite sure what it could be.
One thing he knew and that was that he wasn't complaining about her forgiving and forgetting, and most especially, about her dropping by the bar.
Shit, he never complained about foxy bitches. coming into the bar, because he often ended up taking them home.
He was sitting next to Cindy and he decided to play his hand....
... And it slid right down the ass of Cindy's pants!
He slid his fingers into the crack of Cindy's sweet little ass and, even though she wiggled a little bit, she didn't protest.
And so Crowbar left his hand there. He left it there until Karen slapped it away!
"So this is the fuck what you do when I'm not around!" Karen shrieked, and then, when Cindy swung around on the bar stool, the woman recognized who she was.
This time she didn't have anything to say. Karen's face reddened. All at once the memory of what had happened before came flooding back in on Karen.
It was the bitch from the night before, the fucking bitch who had whipped her!
Christ, Cindy thought! How in the fuck did she get herself into this kind of situation?
All Karen could do for the moment was to stare, unbelieving. That chick was sitting with her boyfriend Crowbar, and he had his fucking hand shoved down her ass!
It took a second for the import of the situation to sink in, but when it did Karen screamed in a shrill voice: "You boyfriend-stealing cunt!"
"Uh, hey!" Deuce said, still bleary, swinging around on the barstool. "Don't worry about it, Karen! It's okay! Cindy's not mad about what happened before! She was just sitting here, and...."
"Shut the fuck up, you asshole!" Karen yelled, pointing at Duece. Then she was turning to Cindy, and it wasn't to discuss current events in the Middle East, either.
Now Cindy was facing her, and without uttering another word, Karen launched herself at the other girl. Karen started off by grabbing her pretty ineffectually by the shoulders, but that quickly came to an end.
At least Cindy hadn't had enough to get drunk.
With Karen's hands on her shoulders, that gave Cindy the chance to at least humiliate Karen with a good hard slap in the face.
Crack! That slap rang out like a gunshot, and that was all it took to get the attention of everybody in the bar.
It was a little bit too much like the way the fight had started the night before for Karen's liking.
The guys playing pool had paused and were watching. Hell, it had been a boring game, anyway.
All of the people sitting in the booths had turned around to look. The bartender was just standing there with his jaw hanging slack, wishing that what was happening wasn't happening. Oh-oh, he thought. The babes are at it again!
While that slap didn't do a lot of damage it did leave Karen with a red hand mark on her face and an expression of complete surprise. Suddenly it flashed into her mind just how bad of a beating she had taken the night before at the fists of that little bitch. This time she knew that she needed an equalizer.
She stood there for just a second and then her hand whipped behind her and she pulled a buck knife out.
"You think you're a tough little cunt, do you?" Karen asked, leering, swinging that knife and including the other people at the bar into its sweep. "Well, let's see just how tough that little cunt is when I start cutting it up...."
Karen was actually a really pretty woman in her own right, but you wouldn't have been able to tell that from her expression at the moment. She was massively pissed, and her face was tormented into a distorted mask!
"C'mere, you bitch!" she spat. "C'mere you little fucking cunt...."
Karen was whipping her knife back and forth in front of Cindy, and suddenly this didn't seem like a friendly little spat.
Cindy didn't know quite what to do, but to her surprise Deuce came from out of nowhere, grabbing Karen's arm.
Karen swung around.
"You asshole! Get off of me! Get the fuck away from me!" she screamed.
Deuce was hanging on to that babe's arm for deal life, and that gave Cindy all the time that she needed.
Cindy leaped into Karen, slamming into her and knocker her sprawling!
Without waiting to discuss it, she was slamming her body with all of her weight into the other broad, and Karen went slipping and sliding across the wooden barroom floor.
Deuce stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face, the knife's handle gripped in his own hand.
That evened things up!
Cindy swung out at Karen with her fist and Karen grappled with her.
The floor was slippery from where someone had spilled a beer, and both of those broads slammed into the pool table, knocking balls flying and causing the guys who were playing to jump out of the way.
Karen punched Cindy hard in the mouth and they both went sprawling.
Now they were down on the floor, and it was fucking old home week!
Karen and Cindy were swinging and rolling, taking up just about where they had left off the night before!
Karen swiped out with her hand, and that really upped the fun quotient.
Her hand caught in Cindy's t-shirt and she pulled hard on it, ripping the whole front of it out.
The rest of the guys in the bar had never feasted their eyes on Cindy's tits, and they voiced their appreciation almost in unison when they saw those bobbing knockers.
"Nice going, Karen! Hey, anybody got some lime jello these broads can roll around in?" voiced one wag.
"Goddamn you, you sonofabitch!" Cindy squealed, trying to pull away from the other woman.
Karen was scratching and squealing, trying to get a handle on those knockers. Both of the chicks were bucking and writhing, and if they hadn't been out for blood, they might have been having a lot of fun!
This fight, Crowbar thought, looked like it was going to be as good as the one the night before!
For starters, Cindy's t-shirt was all ripped up, and her tits were naked. The whole bar was eagerly watching, and you could tell from the wild whoops and hollers that were coming from those bikers and their broads that they were loving the show!
"Tear off the rest of her fucking clothes, Karen!" one guy shouted, moving closer so that he could get a better look at those fabulous pink nippled tits.
"Beat the fuck out of that bitch!" one broad shouted. She was one of Karen's old friends and, it seemed to Crowbar, just about the only one in the place who was rooting for her. Nearly everyone else wanted the new blonde to win, if only because she was foxier.
Karen sprawled across Cindy, slipping on the beer-soaked barroom floor.
Karen was trying to use her superior strength and weight to overcome the smaller blonde, and to a certain measure it was working.
She was bringing her fists into play, bringing them down on Cindy's big tits, and each time those fist collided with the broad she let out a cry of pain.
Karen was slamming those sweaty, beer-dripping mounds with her fists, using those babies like punching bags.
Crowbar didn't think that there was a prayer that Cindy could hold out against that kind of punishment. The chick had been tough the night before, he recalled, but his opinion was that most of that had been luck.
And it was too damned bad, too. He had thought he was on to something pretty fucking good when he had had his hand down her pants. He'd hate it if Karen beat her so badly that she was out of the mood!
Yeah, it looked like this was the night when Karen would get back at the little blonde.
But Cindy wasn't the type of chick who would give up quite that easily! She was going to win or lose her tits trying!
Even through the haze of being battered by that big broad, she was able to do something. Somehow she got her hands into Karen's hair, and then she really went to town.
Using all of her reserves of strength, she pulled Karen forward, and then she gave back everything that she had gotten.
She brought her other fist up, slamming the other broad right in the nose. It caught her squarely and everybody in the place jumped when they heard Karen's yelp of pain. That punch had connected!
Red spurted and then Karen was reeling, falling off of Cindy. She reached up, rubbing her hand across her nose, then looking at the redness that stained it.
"Yyyaaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed, clutching her face and whirling away from the little blonde.
Cindy stumbled to her knees, as the other broad tried to get away. She wasn't going to let her!
Now it was payback time, and that bitch Karen was going to regret ever fucking with her again!
Cindy lurched forward as best she could, wrapping her arms around Karen's pumping legs.
As Karen tried to propel herself forward, Cindy's face was buried in the other babe's ample ass.
Cindy twisted and pulled, trying to bring the bigger broad down.
One guy, trying to get out of the way of the brawling babes, slipped and went down to the bar's floor, dousing the two broads with his full glass of beer.
Cindy whipped Karen around, finally getting the other broad off balance, and then she laid into her. She dragged herself to her feet on the other girl's body. Karen was pretty out of it by that point, still dazed from the punching.
Cindy went to town. She grabbed and ripped Karen's shirt wide open, her tits and their huge nipples lurching out to the group's great appreciation.
Cindy smiled when she saw the other girl's heaving, sweat soaked knockers. Let her have a little of the fucking humiliation, too!
And then Cindy started to slap that bitch, slap her with all of her strength.
Once, twice, three times she hauled back and then let loose.
Karen recoiled from those hard slaps, yelping each time Cindy's hand cracked into her face.
But slaps weren't enough to stop Karen. She reeled away, clutching her injured face, but that gave her an opening.
Cindy was bumping her, trying to get at her, but the other broad was punch drunk. She held her hands over her face, hunched over.
And then she cocked a fist and then let loose.
She caught Cindy full in the face, and then Cindy was out of control. That one lucky punch had turned the tide.
Cindy was spinning around into a barstool as Karen followed her down onto the floor.
Anne leaped out to try and help her sister, but Deuce and Crowbar restrained her.
"It's her fight," Crowbar said.
By that time those two wild women were slipping and sliding on the barroom floor, letting out a wail that might have wakened the dead.
Two people sitting at the bar sprawled over the two girls on the floor as Cindy got her footing and then lurched back into Karen. Bottles crashed, glasses went flying, adding a kindergarten orchestra to the proceedings.
This time Cindy had an unfair advantage on the bigger broad. Without even trying she realized that she had the handle of a heavy beer mug in her fingers.
She tightened her fingers around the glass that that guy had dropped and then she let loose with it.
She slammed Karen upside of the head with that glass, putting all of the force she could muster into that swing.
That was all it took.
Karen arched upwards and then collapsed, out cold onto the barroom floor.
Cindy sat there in the puddle of beer for a long while, having a hard time believing that she had won again.
That time she was sure that the chick was going to kick her ass, but suddenly there she was, and there Karen wasn't.
She had won. She had. She kept telling herself again and again, not believing it herself.
CHAPTER NINE
She rode On the back of Crowbar's Harley-Davidson, not even believing that any of this was happening. She'd let herself dream about the biker the night before, and now her dream had come true.
Cindy's hair was flying behind her as they roared toward her apartment, turning into curves. She had her arms around his strong body, and as they rode she let her hand drift down to his crotch.
That was what she was after and had been after since the moment when she had laid eyes on that guy. And now, she told herself, she was going to get it.
Crowbar knew the way to Cindy's apartment, and had to chuckle about it. Little had he guessed that when Anne suggested they stop off at her sister's plush pad, that it would turn out like this. The tale probably still wasn't over, because Karen would be back at the bar when she had recovered from the fight.
She'd be back at the bar and, knowing Karen, she'd want another chance at tearing the little blonde bitch a new asshole.
For her part, that was the reason that Cindy had wanted to get out of there in the first place. Cindy didn't really want to be in the biker bar when Karen came around, but, beside that, there was something else that was eating at her.
She had fought for Crowbar, for at least a night with Crowbar, and she had won. Now it was time for her to collect her prize.
They pulled up in front of the apartment complex and Cindy had to laugh at the expression on the security guard's face when they entered the lobby.
"It's okay, George," she said, chuckling as they walked by, "didn't I ever introduce you to my father?"
They entered her apartment and then Cindy went immediately into the bathroom to handle the effects of the fight in the bar. She wet a washcloth and then started dabbing at a little cut that was near her eye.
"Uh, why don't you go get us some wine," she told Crowbar, who was standing there watching her with interest. She watched him in the mirror, astounded that she hadn't woken up from this wild dream. "There's some in the refrigerator. I think Shit, I could use a little something to calm me down."
That sounded like a good idea to Crowbar, since he hadn't even had a chance to finish his first beer when Karen had come in and started raising a ruckus. He wasn't saying that it hadn't been worth it, because it had, but the wine sounded good, too.
Man, that fucking chick was a pistol, all right. Both times he had thought that Karen was going to knock the living shit out of that cute little blonde, and both times Cindy had won, hands down.
He sure as fuck knew that he didn't want to get in any arguments with her! That chick fought like a hellcat!
When Crowbar returned he had quite a sight waiting for him. He could hardly believe his eyes, but then this whole fucking day had been so unbelievable.
Just the night before that beautiful blonde had been only a horny dream, a dog-eared photo fuck book in a biker's saddlebags, a chick that he could never have, and now....
And now she stood there, completely naked and beautiful in front of him.
He had never seen her naked before, although he had spent a good deal of time thinking about what she must be like.
Shit, looking at her in the flesh, he couldn't have even imagined the beauty of that babe.
She was everything that he had imagined. Of course, he had seen her tits both times when she had fought Karen, but now that she was completely naked she looked even more fabulous, even more sexy.
The scratches on those tits were less prominent now, but the incredible nipples were anything but.
Cindy's nipples were big and bright pink, a pink that would be plenty to make a man cream his jeans; those and those alone.
The tips of those incredible nipples stuck out like little bullets that he would have just loved to have been shot with.
. Her crotch was natural blonde and Crowbar's eyes zeroed in on it and held.
Her cunt was a blonde light enough so that the little slit at the base was perfectly visible and perfectly delectable.
Cindy had turned on the shower and it was shushing in the background.
"Shall we?" she asked.
Her big, arching and pink-nippled tits were beckoning for him, asking him to reach out and touch, to taste. He was more than willing to answer that call!
He didn't say a word. He just put the wine and the glasses down on the counter in the bathroom, and then he started to take off his own clothes.
His eyes were fixed on that babe's nakedness like the eyes of a hungry carnivore bent on its prey.
Together, naked, they stepped into the running shower.
Crowbar was still a little stunned as the hot water dashed over Cindy's gorgeous nakedness, making her whole body shimmer.
At that point he didn't even want to touch her, somehow feeling that it would shatter the fantasy.
All he wanted to do was stare at that beautiful little babe.
It was Cindy who first pulled him close to her naked body.
She pressed closer to Crowbar, reaching out and pressing those incredible wet-shimmering knockers into his hairy chest. She moaned when she ground her tits into his chest.
"COoooohhhhh! I want you! Fuck, how I want you! I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you..
She slid her hands down to his naked, dripping ass, clamping her fingers on his muscular buttcheeks and squeezing them, urging him to press closer against her.
Crowbar wasn't even hard at that moment, but Cindy had seen him the night before, and so she wasn't worried in the least. She had utter faith in that dangling rod of his and her ability to make it rise.
Cindy had no doubt that it wouldn't be too fucking long before that limp sausage turned into a jutting spike, and she could hardly wait for it to happen.
Her fingers couldn't keep away and quickly went to his prick.
She closed her fingers around the thick shaft of his prick and squeezed it, working it up and down. That was all it took.
"Ummmmmmm baby, yeah...." He groaned, grappling with her.
Crowbar pressed his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, as the hot water from the shower exploded over them.
They were turning this way and that in the shower, but never relinquishing their hold on each other.
She gently but firmly gripped his prick and angled her other hand under his balls, hefting and caressing them.
That dude was already hardening under the attentions of her fingers, and she could hardly wait until that big rod was at full attention and saluting her.
She pulled the foreskin back on his prick, then let it close over his purplish dickhead again.
Crowbar was tensing as she teased and caressed his cock.
His hands had gone down to grapple at her shapely ass. Man, did he love that tight little ass....
His prick was lurching a little each time she frigged it, and Cindy could feel his cock rising in her hand.
It wasn't long before his bone was thrusting up up from the dripping mat of his pubic fur, angling steeply and ready for a nice, wet muff dive.
Crowbar was gripping an asscheek in one hand while his other hand savored one of Cindy's big knockers.
Crowbar was stiffly erect by that time and he couldn't keep himself from thrusting with that big boner.
All he was fucking was Cindy's fingers, but for the moment that was enough.
He was so wonderfully erect that it was making Cindy woozy just to be squeezing that shaft of gristle between her fingers.
She could hardly imagine what it would feel like to have his hard prick inside of her pussy, but she knew that she wanted to be doing a lot more than just squeezing it....
Unless that happened to include squeezing it with the muscles of her cunt.
The closer Crowbar got to fucking that babe the more he wanted it, the more he found it difficult to believe that he was there with that fabulous little cunt. She just wasn't the type of chick that he usually got to screw, and maybe that was one of the reasons that she got him so fucking turned-on.
Shit, she was a rich college broad!
But that didn't change the fact that she was a big titted little nympho, and probably the pretties chick that Crowbar had ever laid eyes ... not to mention hands ... on.
Fucking yeah! He was mad for that little blonde babe, completely out of control as he pressed his nakedness to hers.
He was lustily licking her face, tonguing her neck as she moaned and writhed her beautiful, dripping body against him.
Crowbar was almost flying from being next to that babe, from letting his hands rove over those knockers.
He'd wanted those tits of hers ever since he'd seen that album photo of her, and now he knew that they were far better than he could have ever imagined.
Still, he needed to do a whole lot more than just look.
Crowbar gripped his cock, taking it away from Cindy.
He plunged his tongue into Cindy's mouth at the same time as he pressed against her and dipped just the tip into her crotch.
Cindy groaned and waggled her pussy onto his dick, but he withheld it.
That little pussy would keep for the second....
He ran the head of his cock up and down in her slit as she moaned and ground her tits into his chest.
"I want you, baby! I want you all the way inside of me...." she groaned, grinding her cunt against him.
He couldn't wait for another second to take that dive.
"This way, baby...." he said, using his hands to reposition her.
Goddamn, but he was hot for that little pussy of hers. The water from the shower hadn't quenched his desire a bit.
It wasn't going to be all that easy in the shower, and so he moved her around so that she could hold onto the aluminum railing while he banged her.
Now her ass was facing him, that sweet, perfect ass of his dreams. He touched it, squeezing the cheeks.
That only gave him more reason for sinking his shaft.
As the hot spray from the shower fingered and caressed their naked bodies, Crowbar pressed into Cindy.
Crowbar gripped his hard cock in his hand and then targeted it right into the little cleft of her cunt.
He started piloting his bone into the sweet tightness of her cuntshaft, teasing the head in and then letting the rest come naturally.
"Is this what you had in mind?" he asked her, smiling.
He pressed that hard, hard rod inward and Cindy slid up on her toes as Crowbar filled her, filled her to the brim.
She gasped out the depth of her pleasure, waggling her ass.
"Baby! OCOooooohhhh, baby! Yessssss! Fucking yessssss!" she cried out, wiggling her butt and grinding her cunt down onto his upthrust dickshaft.
That little babe was grinding and wiggling her body down onto his hard prick, loving the feeling of that hard rod filling her to the brim.
And then that horny bikers started to slide that dick....
Crowbar feasted his fingers on her naked, dripping tits as he plunged into her tight little twat.
He heard her little coos of bliss as he filled her up then started to withdraw his boner.
He went all the way to the bottom of that slide, butting into her, and then he withdrew until the head of his dick kissed her cuntlips. And then he was right back at it.
Crowbar started to move that bone into her twat, sliding it all the way into the tight grasp of her cunt channel again and again.
"Baby! Uuuummmmmmmm...." she cried out, wiggling that little ass, "Yesssssss! Hard! Fuck me hard!"
She didn't even have to ask. Crowbar didn't do things soft.
He rammed her with his bone, sliding that stick deep, making her tits lurch when he pounded that pecker home.
And then Crowbar began to give her everything he had.
He started fucking her, fucking her deep and hard while the spray from the water caressed them, exploded over them.
Each time he thrust into her the dripping wetness squelched, but that didn't slow his fucking a bit.
She was holding on tight to that little aluminum railing while he battered his bone up her pussy.
Each thrust made that little babe whimper, if the fingers that were working on her dripping nipples hadn't been enough.
He squeezed, grappled her tits as he went into overdrive.
He was squeezing her hard, pistoning his boner into her depths.
That beautiful babe was all the inspiration that he needed.
He stared down on her, loving the way that her tits swung and lurched with each plunge that he took into her hot little twat.
He ran his hands all over her, over the slipperiness, the wetness of her body.
Just touching her was doing something to make his pleasure even more razor-edged.
And now Cindy was wailing.
Crowbar could tell that it wouldn't be too fucking much longer before she was cumming in spades, but he felt like he could have fucked forever, fucked all day and all night.
He fucked her like a madman, like a hard-dicked maniac, plunging his bone into her again and again.
At that point he wasn't even trying to maintain his erection.
Cindy, beautiful Cindy was all it took to keep his dick good and hard.
Cindy was throwing her hair back, tossing her dripping blonde hair as Crowbar banged her and banged her hard.
She was tossing her head back and forth and whimpering.
That little babe was out of control, obviously on the razor edge of her cum and about to go overboard.
Crowbar screwed that girl good, frictioning his hard pecker in and out at almost supersonic speed. Well, maybe not that fast, but it sure as fuck felt like it!
Each time he jammed and rammed her it just brought both of them closer to the explosion that they knew must cum.
Crowbar clung to her dripping nakedness, unwilling to let go.
He kept on slamming his cock into her.
Now that hard-fucking maniac was too far gone to have any thoughts, too far gone to know anything but the slick, dripping interface of his dick shoved up her twat.
And he fucked her until she screamed out her bliss, and then he did some screaming of his own.
He arched into her, holding her hard, and he pounded his last strokes into that little babes tight little cunt.
And then he filled her to overflowing with his burning jizz.
CHAPTER TEN
Later that night Larry called, and he didn't sound all that happy. Cindy made the mistake of picking up the phone. "Uh, hi, Cindy...."
"Uh, hi, Larry...." she offered tentatively, sensing something in his voice.
In addition to her own trepidation, Larry had a bad feeling....
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"No ... No...."
If not, then why that weird quaver in her voice?
"I just wanted to know if you ... if you maybe wanted to go out for dinner and then ... well ... I don't know, I'm sure we could figure out something to do...."
"Not tonight, Larry," she said.
Crowbar was lying in bed beside her, and she wanted to make the conversation as quick as possible.
"Uh, not tonight, Larry...."
That was the beginning of the change with Cindy. Sure, Larry was a good guy, but Cindy knew now that that would never be enough. She knew that she would never regret the time that she had spent with Larry, but she also knew that those times were over.
Expensive cars and trendy scenes would never be enough, not again.
At the same time, she really didn't know if she and Crowbar would be staying together, either. Crowbar wasn't really the staying kind.
But she did know that things would never be the same with her. Standing on her own two feet, standing up to Karen, had been part of it, too. It made Karen feel wild, adventurous. It made her want to try new things.
Before, things had been so nice and predictable with Larry. Go to college and earn a degree that you knew you wouldn't use. Get your hair done at an expensive stylist. Fuck your boyfriend. But now Cindy knew that that wasn't what her future was all about. It wasn't enough to turn her on, to turn her on the way she had felt when she was fighting Karen, or when she was fucking Crowbar.
Now Cindy was her own person, and this was the first day of the rest of her sex life.
Cindy leaned over in the bed and reached underneath the cover, her fingers questing out for Crowbar.
Crowbar was languidly leaning back, relaxing, but his eyes came open when her fingers touched his dick.
He was flaccid, but by that time Cindy knew Crowbar, knew that it wouldn't take much to get him to cum around for a second time. And that was precisely what she wanted.
"Hey, don't stop doing that, baby...." he muttered, but Cindy didn't have any intention of stopping.
She let her fingers run over the veiny surface of his dick and was rewarded when she felt it lurch a little.
She was thinking about the way that dong of his would feel when she had it worked up to speed, and just the thought of it was getting Cindy turned on all over again.
Yeah, that was the way. She could feel the sausage of his prick thickening even as she touched and caressed him. Um-hm, that was the Crowbar that she knew.
Maybe something else would do it a little better.
She slid the cover down and then looked at the stick of Crowbar's dick lying in his lap. Oh, okay, at that point she had to admit that it wasn't all that impressive, but she was only getting started.
She knew what would bring that little fucker around.
She slid downward, her tits gently waggling underneath her, and then she started kissing Crowbar's dick.
And then she started doing more than kissing.
She ran her tongue up and down, teasing the tip of his rod. Yeah, this was more like it. This was the kind of thing that could make you forget all about everything.
She peeled down Crowbar's foreskin with her fingers and then pressed her tongue to that little purple torpedo.
"MMMmmmmmmmmmmm...." She heard him moan when she started to run her tongue around the base of his prickhead.
For tonight, he was enough, he was plenty enough. But how would it be tomorrow? Where would her lust lead her? Cindy could hardly wait to find out.
She swung around, naked, on the bed, and Crowbar idly looked on, wondering what that little vixen had in store for him now.
That was when she hunkered up on her knees, flashing him the sweetest finest ass that ever could be.
That babe was just too fucking much, he thought, looking at her kneeling and offering those fine pink buns and the little pucker of her ass to him.
Crowbar wondered how Karen was going to react when she finely realized that it was all over between him and her. Somehow he didn't think that she was going to take it lying down, unless, maybe, that little hellcat put her there with her fists.
Well, he thought, his eyes fixed on Cindy's fabulous ass, when a lady offered that nicely, it was awful goddamn hard to refuse.
Crowbar reached out to gently shape Cindy's ass. He let his fingers slide up and down in the sweaty cleft of her ass, toying with the little pucker of her butt.
Somehow he thought he had the idea what she was in the mood for, and it surprised him, too. That broad was offering him the tightest little hole that he had. That little broad was just full of surprises!
He nuzzled up against her, pressing his nose and his lips into the cleft of her ass, running his hand up and down her leg. Cindy's musk was so fucking intoxicating, turning him on, making him hungry to fuck.
"MMmmmmmmmm...." Cindy purred like a kitten, anticipating him, thinking that she was going to get what she wanted.
Crowbar went up on his knees, kissing her ass, running his down the tight cleft of her rear, then licking her in the butt cleft.
She glanced back and saw that his cock was growing, dangling half-hard between his muscular, hairy legs.
He stroked his tongue up and down between her asscheeks, making her tremble and moan.
"Jeeeeezzzuusss! Yessssss! Do it! Do me just like that!" she gasped, waggling that hot white ass.
He went lower.
Crowbar started teasing Cindy's asshole with his tongue, feeling her clenching her ass. She shook her ass, pressing it into Crowbar's face.
That was what they were both in the mood for, now. Once she had given him the idea of what she wanted, Crowbar couldn't say no.
Crowbar lifted up, letting his fingers slide over, shape one of those big knockers of hers. He pressed closer to that little fox and that little foxhole, gripping his cock and bringing it up between her asscheeks.
He didn't go right for the target, the little puckered target immediately, but instead he ran his dickhead up and down between her cheeks. Frictioning it up and down made the head of his cock feel like it was on fire, and Crowbar knew that there was only one thing that was going to quench that fire.
He teased her asshole with the head of his cock and then he pressed closer.
"Baby...." she groaned, "Shove that prick all the way in me...."
Crowbar smiled.
Crowbar gripped his hardening pecker and then brought it into play.
He pressed the head of his cock into the tight little pucker of her butthole and then, on second thought, spat into his fingers.
He rubbed the moisture over his prickhead and then used his fingers to spread her asshole for a forced entry. He didn't know how easy his cock was going to go into her asshole, but he figured that Cindy was going to like it, one way or another.
Cindy moaned, anticipating what it was going to feel like once that thick shaft was thrust all the way up her tight backdoor.
She was trembling from the feeling of his big bone, actually wondering whether that monster dick was even going to go into her.
And then he started to feed that rod slowly inward.
Cindy whimpered and writhed when she felt his rockhard prick forcing its way in. She started twisting her ass down onto the hard stem that Crowbar was feeding into her, wanting to take that big motherfucker deep.
It hurt, but it hurt so fucking good!
Cindy pressed her ass down on Crowbar's upthrust stick, driving that hard-on all the way in.
She whimpered, shaking her ass, as Crowbar feasted his fingers on her big, hanging tits.
His fingers lovingly sizzled the nipples, making them go even harder, sending what felt like a current of bliss all the way down to her twat. Those little nipple spikes of Cindy's were like temperature controls, and he kept on turning them up, up, up!
"Fuck me, baby!" she whimpered, thrusting her ass in and out, Shove your dick up my ass! Hard! Fucking hard!"
If that was what she wanted ... Crowbar slammed that baby into her butt, making her ass recoil again and again as he flurried his pecker into Cindy. Now he was going in deep and he was picking up the motion.
She was gasping on each stroke of his dick as he rammed that bone, sliding it all the way into Cindy. Her ass felt like it was ready to burst, but Cindy wasn't complaining.
She loved the feeling of being filled up to the brim, and the way that he was jogging that dick of his was burning her up inside.
He was twisting his prick into her, ramming it deeply, and Cindy was loving it ... loving every fucking inch!
Crowbar jogged his hard cock in and out of Cindy's ass.
She was moaning, twisting that ample butt on his hard stem.
He kept on gripping her hard, squeezing her tits and piloting that pecker all the way into that tight little hole, feeling like he was fucking the eye of a needle.
He was bucking his ass, and on each thrust it made Cindy's ass lurch, his balls slapping against her sweaty flesh.
"Baby, yesssss!" she hissed, waggling those precious buns as he plunged. "Fucking fuck me deep, baby! Fuck me in the asshole!"
Crowbar was gripping Cindy's tits as they hung sweaty and pendulous beneath her chest.
He was really giving her nipples a workout with his fingers, sizzling the tips until it felt like he had started up a live current going straight to her twat.
In and out he frictioned that thick length of stick until Cindy's asshole was on fire.
Both of them knew he was headed into the homestretch.
He gripped an asscheek in his fingers, savoring that sweaty globe with his touch. That chick had some kind of a primo ass, and he hoped that this wouldn't be the last time that he tended to it.
He just kept slogging that hard dick into her, ramming it hard.
And then, when he felt the fire of his own orgasm rising deep within, he went fucking crazy on her!
Cindy was going nuts as he banged her up the rump.
By that time she had lost all sense of time or place.
All she knew was his hard bone slamming into her rear, that thick stick sliding all the way up her ass.
He was thrusting his hardened dick all the way up her ass, sawing it in and out until Cindy knew that she couldn't hold back the fire that was rising inside.
If that fire had been a bushfire before, now it erupted into a holocaust.
Crowbar arched into her, his whole body enflamed with ecstasy.
He was pounding his final strokes into that little babe's tight hole, crying out ecstatically: "Cindy! Yesss! I'm going to ... I'm ... I'm going to cum!"
Crowbar thrust deep and cried out like an animal.
He spurted his jizz into Cindy's asshole as he rode her.
He gripped her ass, gripped that perfect ass, and then sizzled one-two-three shots of his cum into that babe's sweet little rump.
Cindy lay beside him, idling her ass onto his still hard dick.
That had to have been the best fuck that she had ever had, she decided, and now she knew that there could be no regrets in dumping Larry.
She was still young and things were just getting good. Oh, she knew that there wasn't a chance in the world of things lasting with Crowbar. He just didn't seem to be the type of guy who would want to stick around with a chick, no matter how foxy she was.
What he meant to her was momentary adventure and, at her age, momentary adventure was exactly what she was after. So what if she was going to be riding a chopper instead of riding in an expensive sports car? So what if she wasn't going to be attending expensive parties with people as well-off as Larry.
Frankly, it didn't bother Cindy a bit to let those things go.
Hell, now that she thought about it, maybe she wasn't the type of chick to hang around, either. Maybe she would be the one who would be dumping Crowbar, and not the other way around.
She did promise herself that when she found someone more exciting, someone who was a better fuck than Crowbar, then she was going to move on. Maybe it was cold-blooded, but she had to live that way. She only had one life, and she promised herself that it was going to be fantastic. Fucking fantastic.
She did know that this wouldn't be the last hard wanging that Crowbar delivered to her, and after that ... well ... the best was yet to cum.
