A weekend with Cindy (Mg)
VulgarJak (vulgarjak@openmail.cc)

I pulled into the driveway of my sister's house with the monster
straining against the mental cages I have placed around it. The
pavement shimmered in the heat, and I thanked God that the air
conditioning system on my beat up truck was holding up better
than the rest of it. I rang the doorbell three times, glancing
about and admiring the neighborhood.

Erin gave a shout from inside the house, and I waited until she
came downstairs and opened the door. She was dressed like one of
those lawyer women you see on TV, suit jacket, skirt, and high
heels.

"Hi John, I got to run now, thank you for volunteering, you're
the best."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world sis," I said, feeling the
monster grin within my mind.

"I'll be back on Friday," she said, "Cindy's upstairs, I left
some money on the kitchen table, there are a couple of sandwiches
in the fridge."

"We'll be fine," I assurred her while I eyed the stairs, "We'll
see you on Friday sis."

"How's the rest of the family?" Erin asked. I knew Erin didn't
care one bit, she wasn't on good terms with most of the family.

"Oh they're doing just fine," I said, eager to get the small talk
over with.

"Great," Erin said as she went outside, "Here's my cab, I gotta
run hon, talk to you again soon."

"Ok, take care," I said while I tried to contain the impatience
in my voice. I waited until Erin's cab turned down the street
before going into the house and closing the front doors.

When I was about twelve, I'd convinced Tiffany, a girl living in
a trailer close to ours, to take off her pants and show me her
pussy. I still remember how hard my heart had pounded while I
watched her tug down her panties, her jeans already down to her
ankles. The monster woke up that day, and I've lived with it ever
since. Recently, it had become a lot easier to feed.

My heart pounded just as hard now as I made my way upstairs to
Cindy's bedroom. The door was closed, and I knocked twice before
making my way in.

Cindy was sitting on her bed watching TV, in short jean shorts
that showed off her slim, tanned legs and a blue tank top. Her
hair was a little longer since I'd last seen her, about four
months ago on her eleventh birthday.

Cindy turned her lightly freckled face to me. "Hi uncle John,"
she said, her big green eyes focused on my face. I closed the
door behind me.

"Hi honey, I really missed you." I said as I walked up to her and
ran a hand through her auburn hair.

"I missed you too," she said, her voice flat.

Without another word, I reached down hastily and unbuttoned my
jeans. My pulsing erection tented up towards Cindy as I tugged my
shorts down and she shifted towards me. I reached down, grabbed a
small wrist, and brought her little hand onto my thick cock.

"God I missed this." I put a hand on the top of her head and
pulled her face in until the oozing tip of my cock pressed
against her soft lips. She resisted, just barely. I gave her a
second, then pushed my dick into her mouth.

"Suck," I told her, grunting, "Suck on my cock you little whore."
The inside of her little mouth was wet and hot, and she looked at
me with pretty green eyes as she slid her lips along my
cockshaft. She was getting good at this, I thought as I watched
my cock slowly fill her mouth. It'd been a year since I started
using Cindy for sex, and I made sure she got plenty of practice.
I could feel the pressure build in my balls with every wet thrust
into her mouth. It's been more than a month since I'd last gotten
laid. Twelve hour shifts meant that I barely even had time to
jerk off. With the sight of my cock pumping into Cindy's face, I
wasn't going to last long no matter how much I tried to extend
the moment.

I had enough self control to pull back from Cindy's oral work for
just a brief moment. "Stand up," I told her, and she obediently
did so on her bed. I tore her clothes off of her. My mouth
watered at the sight of her tanned young body. Her tits were only
barely starting to develop. There was only a dusting of fuzz
above the small line of her slit. Cindy cutely tried to cover
herself from my hungry gaze but I pushed her hands away.

I ran a finger across her naked snatch and gave a quick squeeze
of her little ass before pointing down towards her feet. Her body
could wait. Cindy obediently got on her knees and a moment later
I was face fucking her like a cheap prostitute.

A few rough thrusts later I grunted and blew my load into her
mouth. She coughed, swallowed the first gulp and pulled her head
away, cum dripping from her lips. My second blast coated her
face, sticky strands dangled off the tip of her upturned nose.
"Open, you little slut" I said roughly as a third wad covered her
cheek. I forcefully turned her head to face me, "Open your
fucking mouth."

She opened, and I could see some tears in her eyes. I got up on
the bed and aimed the head of my cock directly down her throat. A
fourth and fifth spurt of cum oozed onto her tongue, and I pumped
my cock for more. "Good girl," I said to Cindy, watching my cum
pool in the back of her throat. I had enough left in my orgasm to
nearly fill her mouth. When I was finally spent, I watched her
swallow it all down with a small grimace.

"Fuck me, I needed that," I said. I grabbed a handful of her soft
hair and used it to wipe down my dick. "Did you enjoy it baby?"

My fuck lust temporarily sated, I suddenly realized that Cindy
was on the verge of tears. My expression softened, and I pulled
her close to me. "Oh, baby, was I too rough?"

"You're always so mean when you do it the first time, uncle
John." She complained to me, her little body shuddering.

"I'm sorry baby," I said to her. "Here, let me clean you up
honey." I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gently cleaned
what's left of my cum from her face and body. Tossing the towel
to the ground, I laid down on her bed, and she crawled naked on
top of me where I held her close, feeling the softness of her
skin.

"It's been a long time since your uncle John's fucked a pretty
girl like you," I told her while I stroked her back, "I know I
was a little rough just then."

"It's ok," Cindy said softly, clinging on to me. We cuddled like
that for a good long while, before I got up. The sun was coming
down by then, and I had a feeling of deep satisfaction deep in my
gut.

"You hungry?" I asked, and she nodded. "Your mom says there are
sandwiches in the fridge," I told her, "But I know you like your
mac and cheese."

Cindy smiled brightly and nodded quickly, I left her naked on her
bed and went downstairs. Erin's house was definitely better than
the trailer park, I thought as I saw the size of her kitchen.
Everything was silver and shiny, even the microwave.

I saw a couple of hundred dollars on the table and grinned. Erin
was going to be on one of her business trips for the whole week.
For the next four nights and five days, the monster within me
would be well fed. As the smell of my legendary mac and cheese
drifted through the kitchen, I knew I had a great week ahead of
me.

Cindy came downstairs on her own, smelling food. She'd pulled her
jean shorts and little top back on, and I admired her long,
tanned legs as she came down to the kitchen. She looked less like
Erin and more like Chrissy, our younger sister. She bent over to
get a juice from the fridge, giving me a nice show of her tight
little ass. I still remembered the first time I groped her, in
the playground at the trailer park two Christmases ago when Erin
took her on a rare visit to see the family. It was another year
before the monster throughly had its way with her.

I cracked open a beer and we sat across from each other at the
kitchen table and ate mostly in quiet. "Are you enjoying your
summer?" I asked, figuring I should at least try to strike up a
conversation. But really, what the hell did a grown man like me
have to say to an eleven year old?

"It's ok," Cindy said, "Mom's never around."

"She's making a lot of money so you can live in this big house,"
I told her.

"I don't know," Cindy mumbled. She dug into her mac and cheese.
"It's really good uncle John," she said.

"Thanks, your uncle John cooks up some mean food."

I drank my beer, ate a sandwich, and watched quietly as Cindy ate
her dinner.

"All done," She looked up at me with a happy smile. It faded
slightly when she saw the way I was staring at her. The monster
inside me stirred again as my gaze went from her dainty feet up
her smooth, slender legs to the small rise of her barely
developing tits.

"Take your clothes off and come sit on my lap," I said.

I moved my chair back to make some room while Cindy wriggled out
of her shorts and top. My eyes roamed over every inch of her
young body as she walked over to me, and my hands went between
her legs once she was firmly seated in my lap. "Kiss me," I told
her, and she turned her head. I leaned down and shoved my tongue
down her throat, enjoying the feel of her like she was an old
lover. I pinched her nipples between my fingers, illiciting a
surprised yelp from her.

'It don't matter how old they are, touch them right and they'll
get wet just the same,' I'd overheard my dad say when I was a
kid. I was peeking into his bedroom that day. My younger sister
Chrissy was there, tied naked to the bed, blindfolded and
wriggling, and my uncles were there too, standing around her.

Dad was right. After a couple of minutes, Cindy's underaged slit
was juicing all over my fingers. My own dick had made a big wet
patch on the front of my shorts, and pretty soon I freed my
erection so that it stood thick and hard between Cindy's thighs.

I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up slightly, and
waited for her to put her feet on my legs for balance. "Good
girl," I said, and lowered her onto my cock.

Even wet as she is, I had trouble stuffing myself into Cindy's
preteen cock slot. She squealed as I pushed her down onto my
cock. "Relax, baby," I said to her, "Relax your pussy."

"It's too big," she said, panting hard, "It hurts."

"It feels so good baby," I said, ignoring her complaints, "You're
so fucking tight."

"Nooo," Cindy squealed as I pushed deeper. The monster inside me
didn't give a shit about her.

It took some time, but eventually I bottomed out on Cindy's
hairless little pussy, about halfway down my dick. I let her sit
like that for a while to catch her breath, and then slowly
started raising her up.

No matter how young they are, their bodies eventually learn to
enjoy it. And so as I fucked Cindy without a care for what she
felt, I slowly began to hear her squeals of pain turn into little
moans of pleasure. I felt like I was in heaven, my cock
surrounded by moist underaged pussy. I lost myself in the
sensations, grunting as I thrust in and out of her. Fuck juice
dripped down my balls as Cindy's underaged snatch worked overtime
to try to accomodate her being fucked by a grown man.

I felt the pressure build in my balls a second time that day, and
I held Cindy's body tight against mine as I approached orgasm. I
licked her neck and tasted the sweat from her flushed skin.

"I'm going to cum right in your little pussy," I gasped, and
promptly shot my load into her pre-teen cock-socket. Sperm leaked
from the seal between her overflowing pussy and my cock. I gave a
great big sigh of satisfaction, staying buried inside her until I
emptied myself. I felt like I'd just cummed my guts into the
girl, it was great! Satisfied, I lifted Cindy up and tossed her
unceremoniously on her back onto the kitchen table, and stood up
to admire my handiwork.

Her tanned legs were splayed wide and dangled off the edge of the
table, and my cum was oozing beatifully out of the pink slit
between them. Cindy stared blankly at the ceiling. I moved to the
side of the table, turned her head to the side, and pushed my
softening organ to her lips. "Get all of it," I said as I watched
her clean my spermy dick with her tongue, swallowing the stray
drops still clinging to it.

"Make sure you put the dishes in the dishwasher," I told her,
before leaving for the living room to watch TV.

Understandably, Cindy didn't appear again for the rest of the
night, but I did hear her clean up in the kitchen. After I
finished watching the news and a late night movie, I went
upstairs for bed.

I checked in on Cindy, and found her in bed. "Baby," I said
gently, "Baby, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Cindy didn't say anything, and I stroked her hair, "Sorry if I
was too rough with you baby," I said, "You were just so gorgeous
I couldn't help myself. I promise it will be better next time,
ok?" I knew it was a lie even as I said it. Whenever my lust got
the better of me, there was no controlling myself.

It took some coaxing, but eventually I walked a very tired Cindy
to the guest bedroom. After brushing my teeth and flossing, I
checked up on Cindy in bed. She looked worn out. I gave her a
kiss on the cheek and felt her up from under her shirt. I noticed
she hadn't put her panties back on when I went to cop a feel of
her ass, so I pulled her over to the edge of the bed, rubbed some
spit onto my dick and pushed her legs open for a third round. Her
abused little cunt accepted me easily this time, and I had a nice
late night fuck. After making another deposit into her busy sperm
bank I crawled into bed and fell asleep next to her. It was only
monday!