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!