"Eeeee, eeeee!" she squealed. "Screw meeeee!"
Sally looked on, almost laughing. Cindy was still wheeling around and around on the man's cock as she convulsed with orgasm. It looked almost comical. And Thomas lay under her like a helpless sex-toy. His eyes were bugging out, and he was shaking his head in disbelief.
"I've never seen anything like it," he kept saying. "I still don't believe it. I just don't believe it."
Cindy moaned, and Sally laughed. It had turned out to be a good night after all.
CHAPTER NINE
Cindy sat in front of the mirror brushing her long brown hair. It was as thick and soft as the hair of any Polynesian beauty. She had her shirt off, and her tits jiggled as she moved the brush. She loved to watch them. They were big, beautiful knockers, and all the guys went crazy over them. They were round, full, and silky to the touch, with big red nipples.
It would be hard to imagine them developing any larger than they already were, but Cindy was confident that they hadn't reached full maturity yet, and that they still had a way to go. She wondered when they'd reach their peak of plump beauty. Maybe in another ten years, she thought, maybe by her mid-twenties. She wondered how many guys would have sucked on them by then, and how many guys would have fucked her cunt and asshole and mouth. Probably thousands – maybe a million. Her imagination was running wild, and she was getting turned on. How heavenly it would be to fuck a million cocks – cocks of every size, shape, and age.
She'd already fucked a countless number of males, and she'd recorded each encounter in her diary. Each time she fucked a guy, she'd write a brief summary outline of what they did, including how big the boy's cock was, what it looked like, how much he shot, what his cum tasted like, how far he shot, what he muttered when he came, and anything else which seemed unique about the boy. She'd already filled five notebooks in three years, and she was halfway through her sixth. She wrote so much some days that she got writer's cramp in her hand. She kept her notebooks locked away with her Playgirl collection, and she shuddered sometimes to think of what would happen should her mother ever discover them.
Her mother was so naive and blind that she thought Cindy was still a virgin. In fact, she just recently had warned Cindy about boys. They could be dangerous, her mother had said, and she instructed Cindy to consent to let a boy kiss her only after she'd been going with him for at least two months, and knew she could trust him. And, even then, that kiss should be no more than an affectionate peck, without any body contact, if at all possible. And, her mother had told her, if a boy should ever turn red in the face and start breathing heavily, Cindy should politely excuse herself and get away from him as fast as she could. However, her mother wouldn't explain any further as to why Cindy should run away.
"Just take my word for it," her mother had said. Cindy had listened to all this with a serious face, while inside her guts were splitting. Hell, she thought now, her mother probably wouldn't even recognize what was going on in the diaries should she get hold of them. They were written completely in slang, and her mother probably didn't even know what words like cock or pussy meant. Cindy chuckled out loud.
She bounced her tits in her hands, then craned her head forward and licked at her pert pink nipples. Her cunt tingled. Ummmm, she thought, it feels good. Oh, if there was only a cock around now, any cock, even an old man's. Any cock would do to take care of her horny pussy.
She jumped suddenly – someone was banging on the bedroom door. "Who is it?" she yelled, slipping on her shirt.
"It's your stud." It was Tommy's voice, and he was trying to make it sound deep and tough. "I'm making a housecall – so open up."
She swung open the door and dragged him in. "You're just the man I wanted to see," she said, immediately reaching down in his pants. "Ooooo, it looks like you've come well-prepared. Tell me – did it get hard just now, or is it hard all the time?"
"It's hard all the time," he giggled, wiggling his stiff dick in her hand. "But it only turns steel-hard when I think of you." He reached up under her shirt and squeezed her tits.
"Ohhhh, you little wild man – you're driving me out of my mind already. Let's not waste any time, honey. Let's just take off all our clothes and fuck. I hope you don't have any objections."
"Hell, no!" Tommy giggled, tearing off his shirt and jeans and shoes instantly, then tugging at Cindy's clothes, trying to get her to remove them faster. The second they were both naked, he threw his arms around her and wrestled her to the bed, sprawling out on top of her and squirming against her. He shoved his tongue down her throat and humped his cock against her belly. His young body was so hot against her that Cindy swore he must have just popped out of a toaster.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the boy muttered, pumping his hips hard and rhythmically.
He was so wild that Cindy couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, tiger," she said, "if you wanna fuck so bad, why don't you put that dick of yours where it belongs?" She spread her legs wide, and the boy wriggled down between them, jabbing his cock at her cunt blindly until he found the entrance, and slid six long inches up her hole.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh," he moaned as it slipped in.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" Cindy gasped at the same moment.
The boy began to fuck in long, slow strokes now. Cindy felt his cock thrust deftly up her throbbing pussy, beautifully massaging all her sensitive cuntal tissues. She was surprised at his sudden control. He was suddenly taking his time, savoring his fuck, instead of frenziedly trying to pop off in ten seconds. The boy was learning fast – he was well on his way to becoming a real cunt-pleaser.
Sally must have been giving him a crash course in fucking. Cindy knew that Tommy was sleeping with Sally every night now, so that most likely explained Tommy's newly acquired skill. Oh, that lucky cunt. Sally, with her own resident stud-brother. Damn! – if only she could get up the nerve to make a move on Jimmy, maybe she could have the same arrangement – but, Christ, the little fucker would probably run straight to Mom with the news. Tommy hit a magic spot with his probing cock, and Cindy snapped out of her dreams and realized she was fucking.
"Oh, Tommy, you're such a beautiful stud. And you've really learned how to tease a cunt with that sexy prick of yours. Beautiful! Oh, honey, you're driving me out of my gourd. Oh, you're such a fucker, such a fucker! Oh, baby, I'm gonna come soon. Let's come together. Let's really fuck now, and let's come together."
She threw her legs around the boy's ass and wriggled her hips, grinding her wet, hairy snatch against his balls. Tommy threw her legs up over his shoulders and pushed her ass up high in the air in order to fuck her more deeply. The boy let out a yelp of delight and bounced his ass up and down at high speed. The bedsprings creaked, and the bed even slid a few inches over the floor. The couple settled into a hypnotic, ecstatic rhythm, embraced in a dance of teenage lust. The pubescent boy and the adolescent girl fucked away, moaning and groaning, totally lost in each other and in their pleasure. Cindy was getting close, and she could tell by the way Tommy was panting and twitching his cock, that he was almost there too. They were set to melt into each other.
Suddenly the bedroom door burst wide open. Cindy almost had a heart attack.
"Hey, wait a minute!" shouted a boy's voice. Cindy's heart started beating again – it was Jimmy, and not her mother! "You shit-head – what are you doing? I was supposed to get a chance at her too! Now you're hogging her all to yourself. You were supposed, to invite me in here before the fucking started, you prick!" Cindy's brother was stumbling across the room with his pants down around his ankles, and his rampant cock in his hand.