0 comments/ 173756 views/ 22 favorites Cynthia Ch. 1 (Working Title) By: Mark Singer Chapter One: Friday Night Pahhrty The night I first met Cynthia, it was truly lust at first sight. Strangers to each other, we'd both been invited to a party thrown by a mutual friend. I'm a Humanities professor at a small university and these gatherings were often held at the Dean's sprawling estate on campus. The main house was so large that the running joke was that it was seven o'clock in the dining room and nine o'clock at the back door... These 'get-togethers' were intended as a way for faculty to blow off a little steam, but usually degraded into something of a one-upmanship contest between the different departments before the night was out. This night was no different. That is, until Cynthia arrived. I remember the night as if it were yesterday. It was unusually hot, even for August. I was sitting on the expansive deck outside our host's living room, sipping on a gin and tonic and doing my best to catch whatever breezes kicked up....which were few and far between. The inside of the house was quite comfortable, being fully air conditioned, but it was the oppressive boredom that eventually drove me outside. Maybe it was me, but it seemed that everyone I came into contact with had a burning need to discuss quantum physics or Shakespearean literature or some other subject that simply didn't fit into my Friday night mind. Call me on Monday, Einstein, and I'll make your head spin. On Fridays, beginning at sometime around ten o'clock in the morning, I begin to think about the weekend. Since it was close to ten in the evening, and I had a cocktail or two or three under my belt, my mind was focusing more on comely females than quantum physics. I'd just finished my drink, and made the decision to leave. I turned to walk back inside and say goodnight when I saw Cynthia through the window.... I stopped dead in my tracks and stared like a ten year old with his first Playboy. I felt my mouth getting dry and the sweat that was running down my back was not entirely from the heat. I watched through the full windows as she moved through the room on the arm of our host, smiling and stopping occasionally to chat with another of the guests. In a nutshell, she was stand up and drop dead gorgeous. I decided then and there that if this was my last vision on earth I could die a happy man... She looked to be in her mid to late twenties, with long, and I mean long-to-her-waist long, hair, as black as a moonless night cascading over her shoulders and almost reaching her magnificent ass. Her thick, shining mane jiggled and flowed each time she'd laugh or toss her head. She was wearing an ivory colored, button front dress that stopped about mid-thigh and hugged her contours like a Porsche does the road. She'd left enough of the buttons on her crisp, cotton blouse undone to expose just a hint of the swells of her breasts. In a word, this girl was HOT! The cocktails had made me much more handsome and debonair than I am normally, and I felt a Friday night kind of stirring inside my pants... I picked my glass up and slid the door open. I sighed out loud as the refreshing feel of the cool air greeted my damp body. Our eyes met when Cynthia heard my sigh and she turned to look at me. I grinned and bowed my head slightly in her direction, and she answered with a smile of her own, her eyes flickering over me as if she were checking me out. Then, just as quickly, she was gone. Off with our host to meet the other dreary guests I supposed. I would have bet a month's wages that she'd have boredom written all over her face by the time she returned. Definitely not a "quantum discusser" I judged. I got myself another cocktail at the bar which the host had generously provided, and sat on one of the many couches in the great room, making conversation when I had to, but focusing the majority of my attention on Cynthia as she moved through the masses. I must say, I was very impressed with how she handled herself with all those stuffed shirts. Still, I smiled smugly to myself, just KNOWING that soon she would turn to look for some relief. (Yep...here I am! Your Friday night dream come true! No quantums here! Nosirreee!! It's Friday, I got a blank mind full of 'duh' and pants full of dick, and I'm all yours!!) I tend to get a bit smug and self assured when I'm with this crowd, especially after a cocktail or two. This night, I'm afraid, it backfired. Cynthia was perfectly at ease, discussing whatever subject was presented with a smooth grace and an intelligence that was obviously impressing everyone she came into contact with. I decided to have another cocktail and rethink my strategy... For some reason, the ingestion of a few cocktails always makes me think that another cocktail will help the thinking process. I sauntered back to the bar to think... Half an hour, and two cocktails later I finally got my chance to meet her. She was standing at the bar, ordering a drink, when I walked over and introduced myself with a bit more slurring of my voice than I would have preferred. Cynthia though, responded with a dazzling smile on her lips and a gleam in her eye as she offered me her hand. She sat on a stool and I leaned on the bar next to her as words stumbled out of my mouth like those of a schoolboy on his first date. Rarely am I at a loss for words, especially after a cocktail or two, but I knew that any words relating to her beauty would simply sound like some over-worn cliché, spilling out of my mouth and flopping onto the bar like so much roadkill. And since her beauty was the only thing my subconscious mind wanted to form words around, my conscious brain cleverly opted to mumble and stutter like an idiot. Cynthia was very gracious, grinning sexily and patiently waiting for me to calm down until my word streams began to assemble themselves into recognizable patterns. As we chatted about all the things I secretly hated, I suddenly found myself talking just like those people that tended to bore the hell out of me. I was enjoying the opportunity to strut my stuff to her, and was pleasantly, although somewhat chauvinistically, surprised by the sheer volume of her knowledge. Cynthia not only kept pace with my conversation but, if truth be told, was really running circles around my own knowledge base. It turned out Cynthia had so many degrees she could start her own heat wave... It was an odd combination of stimulating conversation and being soundly put in my place, academically speaking. And actually, that was only adding to my own stimulation... For here was a woman who personified every physical fantasy I dreamed about, seemed to have the ability to keep up with my bad drinking habits and, at the same time, had the ability to make my head spin intellectually. I began to think that I could learn a lot from this girl... Of course, I tell myself now, one reason she was able to make my mind stutter and halt was that half of my mind was totally focused on her physical attributes. And that half was the sober half. The drunken half of my mind was already undressing this beauty and laying her back on the bar top! Luckily for me, she couldn't read my mind, though. Or could she...? As we talked, my eyes focused on her full, red lips. She had a way of smiling and licking them as she talked that was driving me crazy. I could just imagine them sliding wetly over my cock... We conversed for about fifteen minutes as I nursed my cocktail. The possibility of spending more time with this angel overturned my previous plan to simply get hammered, and I knew I needed to slow down just a bit. I was already painfully aware of how silly I'd recently sounded. I knew that I hadn't dazzled her, but I was catching a glimmer of something in her eyes that I hoped was interest... Cynthia had been drinking white wine before she sat down, but had switched to gin and tonics as we talked. She'd finished two in the short time we'd been chatting, and had just ordered her third when another guest called for her to meet someone new. I held on to the impression that she might be interested in talking again later, and my feelings were confirmed as she walked away to greet the other guest. I was staring at her ass as she walked, when she turned around to face me, catching me in the act. "Don't you go away now, Jack..." she teased, smiling and letting her eyes drift over my body. "I'd like to continue our...uh...conversation...." She winked and tossed her hair as she turned to the others. I was floating in a lustful dream state. I couldn't quite bring myself to believe that this angelic vision was acting as if she might be interested in me. Little did I realize just how interesting things were going to become... I stayed at the bar and watched her as she moved through the crowd again. Every once in a while, she'd turn to me and smile, as if to see if I was still watching. And of course, I was. About twenty minutes later, she returned to sit beside me at the bar. I grinned to myself when I noticed she'd allowed another button on her blouse to come undone and as she leaned forward, I could plainly see the tops of her unfettered breasts inside her shirt. She caught me looking and only smiled as she ordered us both another cocktail. "Just trying to catch up to you, Jack..." she replied to my raised eyebrows with a sly grin. I spent the rest of the evening sitting at the bar with Cynthia. As she sipped her cocktails, and her buzz intensified, her manner became more and more friendly, to the point where we were exchanging frankly open and obvious sexual hints and innuendos. This level of conversation fit much better with my altered state of mind. My alcoholic buzz and growing lust had driven every academic thought from my mind at that point. More than once, she leaned over to me with the pretense of whispering something in my ear, but actually granting me another wonderful view of her naked tits. I was in heaven! She obviously delighted in teasing me, and once even placed her hand on my thigh as she leaned forward, resting it just centimeters from the growing bulge of my hard cock. She giggled when I groaned comically and tilted her head back, looking into my eyes, but keeping her hand on my thigh. She grinned at me, poking her tongue out to lick her upper lips with just the tip. At the same time, she allowed the fingers of her hand to spread. The result was the feel of her little finger pushing against my pulsing cock. I sighed and smiled back. "You are absolutely gorgeous, Cynthia..." I whispered sincerely. "Have I told you that tonight?" She smiled and ran her finger over my bulge. "And you are hard as a rock, Jack...." she answered. "Have I told you that...?" She looked around her, then ran a finger along the full length of my hard-on, which was pushing out from my pants leg. As I felt my pre-cum leaking from my cock, I suddenly wished I'd worn some underwear tonight. At least it would have kept my cock confined somewhat. As it was, it looked as if I'd strapped a dildo to the inside of my thigh... "I kind of already knew...." I wheezed, making her grin. I was going crazy with the feel of her finger and the heady smell of her perfume. I needed some air desperately. "Have you seen the...uh...GARDEN?" I asked, a tremor in my voice as another professor stepped up to the bar beside me. I quickly nodded to him, leaning forward to let my sport-coat cover my hard-on, then turned back to Cynthia. Cynthia leaned back on her stool with a knowing grin. "Why, no...I haven't." She hooked her arm around the back of the stool, pushing her breasts towards me. "Is it nice...? I've heard that it's huge..." I grinned and leaned back on my own stool as the 'intruder' left, purposely letting my eyes roam over her body. "I promise you'll love it..." I panted, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I really only half thought that she would respond the way I wanted her to. But this gorgeous angel was grinning back at me as if she knew very well what 'viewing the garden' might entail. "Well...I don't know as it would be categorized as 'huge'... but I'd love to show it to you... Of course, we'll have to wait just a minute or two...until...uh...things calm down a little...if you know what I mean..." Cynthia's eyes dropped to the bulge running along my pants leg and she smiled sexily, her tongue dancing over her lip again. "Hmmmm..." she breathed, "I see what you mean. But I'm sure it's worth the wait... And I'm glad you want to show it to me... I do love...uh...gardens..." Her sexy, smoky voice was doing little to help me out of my 'predicament' and Cynthia seemed to delight in that fact. We sat there for a few minutes, sipping our cocktails, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of Cynthia's body. And she was no help at all, grinning back at me as I stared at her tits and legs and running her tongue over her lips as her eyes dropped to my insistent hard-on. I think we both realized that waiting was a losing battle. Cynthia slowly uncrossed her legs, smiling at me as she saw my eyes drop, and teasingly letting her thighs part. Her dress was past the halfway point on her thighs and I honestly had to fight the urge to lower my head and try to catch a view of heaven. She recognized the fight in my eyes and let her thighs part, giving me a tantalizing view of her inner thighs before she stood up and grinned. "Waiting isn't doing either of us any good..." she whispered, "I'll walk in front. Just close your coat. And try not to limp..." She grinned again and turned to stand in front of me. I couldn't help letting my eyes run over her wonderful ass once more as I sighed in resignation. I stood up and bowed slightly as she took my arm. My head was swimming as I walked with her towards the patio doors. It was all I could do to maintain my composure and hide my erection with my sports jacket as she smilingly walked with me. I calmly opened the door, letting her walk in front of me, then turning to close it behind us. As I turned back to her, I saw she was already walking down the steps to the flower garden. The night was still oppressively hot, but it wasn't the heat that was making me sweat. I followed her gently swaying ass with my eyes as I followed her on jelly-like legs. At the bottom of the steps, she paused and turned to me. The fire in her eyes was almost frightening as I stopped with her. She grinned and took my hand, pulling me close and stepping into the shadows beside the stairs. I followed willingly, moving close and taking her into my arms. She mewled softly as I kissed her passionately, her tongue pushing between my lips and drawing my own tongue into her mouth. I felt her hips pushing into my hard cock as she sucked lightly on my tongue. I reached a hand up to cup one of her magnificent breasts I'd been ogling all evening. She groaned and ran her hand over my ass, fondling my butt as she pulled my hips closer. One wonderfully firm thigh slid between my legs, and I could feel her pussy mound against my cock as she made short, gentle fucking movements with her hips. I undid the last two buttons of her blouse and reached my hand inside...cupping her naked tit...squeezing the mound and tweaking the nipple. Cynthia groaned into my mouth and pulled her hips back. It was my turn to moan as I felt her hand travel around to my front and move searchingly over my erect cock. She ran her hand up and down it's full length, cupping my balls gently, then traveling up to squeeze the head between her fingers. "This has got to be uncomfortable, Jack... You're cock is so hard...." she whispered into my mouth as she fondled me. "Let me see if I can help..." I groaned at her touch, and her choice of words and I moaned again as I felt her struggle briefly with my belt buckle, then pull my zipper down urgently. She needed to pull my pants down slightly in order to allow my cock to slide from the leg, and she did so eagerly. I leaned forward to take one of her hard nipples into my mouth as I felt her hand reach inside my pants and encircle my hard cock. She sighed low in her throat as she began to stroke me. Her head was thrown back, offering me full access to her naked tits as she continued to jerk me off under the stairs. I separated the folds of her blouse, exposing her tits to the night air and to my view. Her tits were magnificent! Firm and up turned, and seeming to glow in the moonlight. A slight tan line accented each one, and stopped just above hard, erect nipples. I leaned forward as Cynthia leaned back, letting my tongue move over her delicious globes. I couldn't believe this was happening! The girl of my dreams was stroking my cock as I sucked and licked the most perfect set of tits I'd ever seen! It was simply too unbelievable! And Cynthia's touch was absolutely magical... A perfect combination of fingers and palm...used with just the right amount of pressure... After about five minutes of heated grasping and groaning, Cynthia pulled my head from her tits. She leaned forward and thrust her tongue into my mouth as she continued to stroke my pole with both hands. She looked at me with passion burning inside her eyes. "I knew we were two of a kind, when I first saw you..." she panted. She grinned and continued to slowly stroke my cock. "You do like to play, don't you...?" I tried to regain my composure enough to reply and it wasn't easy. I swallowed and nodded my head as I toyed with her breasts. "Especially with angels...", I croaked. I'd meant to try to sound like James Bond, or Humphrey Bogart, but it came out more like Kermit the Frog. Nonetheless, she smiled at my compliment. "You're too sweet..." she sighed, kissing me lightly. "I'm hoping I'm just sweet enough..." I teased, thrilling to the feel of her hands on my cock. She smiled and looked down between us. Her hands worked my pants lower, until my cock sprang free and she returned both of her hands to it. "I'll just bet that you are..." she panted, "God...your cock is so big... and so fucking hard! And you haven't been cut... I love to watch the foreskin slide back and forth..." She continued to stare at my cock as she worked her hand up and down it's length. "And I love a cock that gets wet and slippery like this..." I sighed, and my hard-on unconsciously bucked in her hand each time the word poured from her lips. She looked into my eyes and grinned. "Does it turn you on when I talk about your cock, Jack?" she whispered, "It does, doesn't it?" She smiled at me and winked as she stroked me slowly. "Are you surprised that a professor can talk like a slut, Jack? That a professor can say she likes your big, hard cock...?" Her teasing made me groan low in my throat and Cynthia's smile grew. "I like talking 'dirty' Jack... I'm glad you do too... I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun..." I smiled back at her and pushed my cock through her fingers, letting her know that I couldn't agree more. "I want to taste you..." she whispered, running her hand lower and cupping my balls. I merely groaned, still unable to believe my luck, and she smiled. She looked between us, down at my cock as she ran her hand over it, then back into my eyes. Quickly looking around us to see if anyone was nearby, Cynthia grinned and sank to a squatting position in front of me. "I want to suck your cock, Jack..." I watched in disbelief as her lips parted and her wonderful tongue stuck out. She teased the head lightly, and when she felt me shudder, she began to lave the entire head with her tongue wetting it with her saliva as she stroked it in front of her face. I groaned and she smiled again. She looked up at me and winked as her tongue continued to tease me. "Just so you know..." she breathed, rolling my cockhead over her full lips, "I'm not in the habit of sucking every hard cock I meet..." She grinned and let her lips close over me, sucking gently before releasing me. "But there's something in your eyes that told me we have a lot in common." She ran her tongue over the head, licking up the pre-cum that was beginning to stream out. She kept her eyes on mine as she swallowed it, then licked her lips once more. "I'm guessing that this is one of those things..." She smiled and leaned forward slightly. Cynthia Ch. 1 (Working Title) My heart was beating wildly inside my chest as I watched her lips open and approach my cockhead. She hesitated for a moment, teasing me with her lips surrounding my head, but not touching it. I sighed and pushed forward and she responded. She closed her lips around me, sucking the head into her mouth and flicking her tongue against the hole. I rewarded her by pouring another steady flow of pre-cum into her mouth. I could feel the wetness inside her mouth building as she began to slowly bob her head back and forth on my cock. Her tongue stayed busy, moving from side to side as she took more and more of my length inside her mouth. I watched her as she sucked me. She was very good at what she did, and she obviously enjoyed what she was doing. Her fingers massaged my balls as she began to suck me from head to base, moving very slowly but very much on a mission. I began to fuck my hips in the opposite direction of her movements. She was still moving very slowly...with just the right amount of pressure on my cockhead. I knew I couldn't last very long at this rate. Cynthia sensed this too, and looked up at me, keeping my cock inside her stretched lips. She smiled as much as she could, then pulled her lips back until just the head rested on her tongue. Looking into my eyes, she mouthed one single word around my cock. "Come...." she whispered. She grinned again and returned my cock to the back of her mouth. I groaned and began to fuck her mouth with long, slow, gentle strokes. She continued to fondle my balls, coaxing them to release their heavy burden. They didn't require a lot of coaxing... I couldn't believe that this stunning vision was actually going to suck me off. It was as if all the erotic dreams and fantasies I'd ever had were coming true... Focusing on this gorgeous raven haired beauty kneeling in front of me. I felt the first stirrings of orgasm approaching rapidly. My thrusts increased in their intensity and Cynthia responded accordingly. Her sucking got stronger and her bobbing head increased it's speed. As she sucked me, I felt my cockhead pushing against the back of her throat. She was panting like a tobacco addicted runner, her breath coming out noisily through her nose as she worked to suck me off. I leaned against the stairway for support as my knees began to weaken, and I started to fuck her mouth. Cynthia groaned and tilted her head back. At the same time, she reached up and grasped my ass cheeks, pulling my hips towards her face. She groaned and I almost screamed as I felt my cockhead slide past her tonsils and push deep into her throat. She continued to pull me closer until my entire length was buried inside her mouth! She held me there, working her tongue against the underside of my cock as she swallowed against my shaft. We both felt my cock begin to buck and she pulled me out of her throat. As I slid past her tonsils, I released a huge load of semen over her tongue. I groaned lovingly as I watched her swallow my seed, bobbing her head and sucking my length up and down as I rocketed volley after volley of thick ropy cum into her mouth. She pulled her mouth away from my cock as she jerked me off. She laughed lustily and aimed my cockhead at her open lips just as I let go another barrage. I watched my cum spray out and coat her extended tongue, then splash wetly against her chin. She stroked me twice more, then took me into her mouth again, sucking wildly as I finished my cum over her tongue. I could feel her mouth muscles move as she swallowed my seed, and I slowly fucked her mouth as I felt my orgasm wane, running my fingers through her long black hair as I stared into her smiling eyes. My hard cock stayed that way as she pulled her mouth from me, and leaned back. She brought one hand to my cock, stroking me as she watched my cockhead disappear, then reemerge between her fingers. "God, that was good..." she whispered with a grin. "I knew it was going to be...Mmmm...." She slowly got to her feet, standing in front of me on wobbly legs. She made no move to cover up, and kept her hand on my cock, stroking it lightly. I leaned forward, kissing her passionately, thrusting my tongue into her cum coated mouth. "I want to fuck you..." I panted into her ear. I felt her grip tighten on my cock as a low moan escaped her lips. A sly smile formed as she seemed to be contemplating my desire. Then she looked past me and grinned. "Here..." she said softly. "Bring one of those over here..." She motioned towards a set of three cushioned chaise lounges sitting on the tiled patio. I smiled and walked across, quietly grabbing the nearest one and rolling it on it's rubber wheels towards the shadows of the stairs. "Sit..." she commanded with a grin. I sat on the cushioned chair, looking over at the curtained window only five feet away from us. If anyone on the lower level happened to look onto the patio they'd be getting an eye-full for certain. And above us, I could hear the sounds of the ongoing party still raging on. "Aren't you afraid of someone seeing us...?" I asked in a raspy whisper and hoping for the right answer. Cynthia stood in front of me with a huge grin on her face. Her hands moved up to cup her naked tits as she swayed in front of me. I felt my cock buck and jerk as I watched her play with herself. "Actually, it's turning me on..." she chuckled, "It's been a long time since I had someone like you, Jack..." Then her eyes darkened slightly. "Does it bother you, Jack? That someone might see us, I mean?" I grinned up at her and wrapped my fingers around my cock, holding it up to her and stroking it. "Cynthia...I would gladly strip you naked and fuck you on top of the bar. Right now, and in front of the entire faculty, if you wanted...if it meant I could fuck you..." Her eyes lit up like candles and her swaying became more pronounced. "Hmmm....now that's a thought...a faculty talent show... I know Professor Reinhardt would love to see these..." She grinned again and held her tits out, her fingers tweaking her nipples until they were rock hard. "He's been staring at them since I arrived at this place!" I smiled at her, enjoying the game even though my cock was throbbing once again. Cynthia certainly knew how to fill in the time to allow a man's resurgence. And I was now fully 'surged' and ready... "And kindly Professor Reinhardt... He hasn't seen those, I assume..." Cynthia stared at my crotch as she slowly shook her head. "I told you...it's been a while..." she breathed, "Nobody's seen them..." Then a wicked smile crept over her face. "Well...except for tonight... I admit I was showing off a little tonight...I gave Reinhardt a few good looks before I went back to the bar... But he's such a pig..." "Well, I have to admit that I'm a pig sometimes, too..." I said with a smile. I was actually fighting a small wave of stupid jealousy that reared up at the mention of Bob Reinhardt. He was the university's 'handsome' professor, in his late thirties and, in his own opinion, God's perfect gift. And entirely too many of the students and staff seemed to agree with him. Cynthia seemed to recognize the slight change in the tone of my voice and stepped closer, hovering over me and continuing to fondle her breasts. "Don't be a baby, Jack..." she said reproachfully, "Reinhardt just knows that I like to flash my tits once in a while. You, on the other hand... You know that I like to suck a hard cock..." Her eyes were gleaming as she spoke and I felt like a fool for even slightly feeling jealous. Cynthia wasn't finished with me quite yet, though. "I showed him my tits, maybe...but you're the one who just came in my mouth..." Then her grin grew and her eyes softened as their fire increased. She ran her tongue over her lips as if she was recalling the blow job, and my cock began to throb once more. "And you're the one who's going to fuck me on that chair..." Cynthia stepped even closer to me and returned her eyes to my cock. "I loved sucking your cock..." she whispered. I felt my cock lurch. "You're cum is so thick and sweet..." Her fingers tweaked her nipples as she moved still closer to me. "But I knew it was going to be. I've got a sixth sense about these things, you know?" She continued to sway lightly in front of me, her eyes staring deeply into my own, then dropping to my hard-on which was standing as upright as it has ever been. She smiled and returned her eyes to mine. "I knew I was going to suck your cock the minute I saw it getting hard at the bar...I turn you on, don't I?" I swallowed hard and nodded my head, not trusting my voice. "I loved making your cock hard in front of all those people." Cynthia sighed. "And I loved how you didn't try to hide it from me... That's why I was showing you my tits... I like playing with other people around. It turns me on. But I guess you already guessed that..." She grinned and stepped closer, her hips still swaying slightly. When she reached the foot of the chair, her hands slowly moved to the hem of her skirt. I dropped my hand to encircle my hard-on, and began to stroke myself as I watched her draw her skirt higher and higher. I moaned low in my throat as I saw more and more of her thighs come into view. "I want to feel your hard cock sliding inside my pussy..." Cynthia sighed as I watched her skirt move higher and higher. I gasped and she grinned when her naked pussy came into view!! She'd been completely naked under her outfit all night long!! She grinned when she read the reaction on my face. "I like feeling almost naked when I'm at these faculty soirée's. If they only knew..." Cynthia smiled brightly again and dropped her eyes to my hand that was slowly stroking my cock. "I tried to flash you when you were sitting alone at the bar, you know... I liked the way you were staring at me all night. But you wouldn't turn around. That's when I decided to join you..." She smiled and pulled her skirt higher, exposing her naked, neatly trimmed pussy. At the same time, I stared as she straddled the chair, moving gracefully closer, until her pussy was only inches from my face. "I was going to show you this..." she hissed. I leaned forward and reached out to pull her closer. The sweet musky smell of her pussy filled my senses, as she moaned and spread her legs as wide as she could, leaning over me and gripping the chair behind my head. I sighed deeply as I ran my tongue between her legs, pushing my face between her spread thighs, burying my tongue inside her. Her taste was wonderful! Thick, pungent fluid poured into my mouth as I pressed my tongue between the folds of her pussy lips and into the depths of her cunt. She moaned low as I began to lick and suck. I used the bridge of my nose to tease her clit as I did my best to capture her juices into my mouth. I began to lean backwards....drawing her with me as I lay back into the chaise lounger. Cynthia grinned and followed my lead...waddling forward until she was straddling my face as I lay back in the chair, her feet planted firmly on the patio tiles. "Give it to me...." I pleaded as she moved her now dripping cunt above my face. Cynthia grinned and brought her fingers to her pussy lips. As I watched, she spread her lips wide, showing me what was coming. "I'm going to come..." she shuddered, pushing a finger inside her pussy. "Yeah..." I whispered. "I'm going to come on your tongue...in your mouth...You want to suck my hot pussy, Jack? Drink my cum?" "Please...." I reached a hand down to my cock, stroking it as I watched this goddess masturbate above my face. "Let me drink it...Let me drink your cum...Let me suck every drop out of your hot cunt...." Cynthia was squatting over me now, her pussy only one inch from my lips as her hand moved back and forth over her clit. Occasionally, a finger would slide inside her, making her groan. I felt the cum boiling inside my balls as I watched her jerk herself off over my face. I released my grip on my cock...afraid I would come before the time was right. I looked up to see Cynthia throw her head back in ecstasy. I grinned and brought my hands to her hips, pulling her down to my lips. I thrust my tongue deep into her cunt, at the same time beginning to suck with all my might. Cynthia screamed out and pushed her hips against my chin, forcing her pussy against my chin, and forcing my tongue deeper inside of her. She began to fuck her pussy against my mouth as it expanded and contracted against my tongue. I groaned as I felt her pussy begin to pour wave after wave of hot, thick cum into my mouth. My entire face was getting covered with her juices as she fucked back and forth. As the slickness increased, I slid lower, pushing my nose inside her pussy and probing her asshole with my tongue. Cynthia groaned and paused, consciously relaxing her ass muscles as I probed deeper. She groaned loudly as I pushed the entire length of my tongue inside her asshole, and I felt her pussy contract against my nose. I licked and probed her ass until I needed air, then pulled my tongue out and moved forward, flicking her clit as I gasped for oxygen. Cynthia's hips were moving like pistons as she began to peak. Her whole body shuddered as I thrust my tongue deep inside her pussy once again. And once again, I felt my mouth filling with her sweet juice. I've never felt a woman come as much as Cynthia did. Wave after wave of cum juice flowed into my mouth, making me swallow over and over. I glanced up to see her looking down at me with a combination of love and pure lust in her eyes. She began to grin at me as her orgasm slowed and I grinned back. I wasn't done quite yet, though... I slowly brought my hand up to cup her asscheeks as I licked the last of her cum from her lips. Using my thumb, I parted her cheeks, searching for, and finding her tight rosebud of an asshole. I grinned up at her and winked as I began to push my thumb against her tight opening. Cynthia groaned and tried to relax as my thumb pushed higher. I felt her asshole loosen as I pushed, then open to receive my advance. The slickness left by her cum and my saliva made the passage easy. My thumb slid into her asshole to the last knuckle. I wiggled it inside her, making her groan. She looked at me with wide eyes as I began to fuck her asshole with my thumb, the wet, sloppy noises filling our ears. Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps as her hips dropped to meet every upward thrust of my hand. I grinned again and brought my other hand up to join the first. Cynthia spread her legs wider as I pushed two fingers from my second hand deep into her pussy. I could feel my thumb inside her asshole through the thin membrane separating her two openings. I felt my cock throbbing between my legs as I continued on my mission... Still looking into her fiery, lust-filled eyes, I brought my thumb from my second hand up to rub lightly against her clitoris. As I softly stroked the firm nub, I marveled at how hard it was. It was obviously very sensitive, too, for Cynthia immediately began to thrash above me. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps as she moaned over and over. Cynthia sighed loudly and pushed against my hand as I pushed my thumb into her asshole and corkscrewed my two fingers deep into her pussy. Her asshole contracted and relaxed as I pushed up and inside her. She let out a long "Aaaaagghhhhhh..." as I thumb fucked her. I felt her shudder above me. She looked down with a huge grin on her face. "I knew you were a fucker when I first saw you...Aaaghhh....that's so fucking good!...Feel's so fucking good....in my ass...." She threw her head back, and I felt her pussy contract as another orgasm overtook her. I grinned and continued to fuck both of her holes. I felt her cum dripping down my arm. I couldn't wait much longer. My cock was throbbing painfully now...aching for release. I used my finger holds to pull her downwards. She willingly obliged, moving back on her squatting legs until I felt my cockhead brush the soft cheeks of her ass. I removed my fingers from her pussy as she raised her hips, but I kept my thumb buried deep inside her ass. As she raised further, I grasped my hard pole, positioning myself at the entrance to her pussy. She tried to grin but her attempt failed as I felt my cockhead slide easily past her lips. Her mouth opened wide, almost in a grimace of pain as I pushed my cock deep. I felt her legs bend as she dropped her hips down...swallowing my cock as gracefully as her mouth recently had. I pushed up to meet her and groaned as her pussy sucked the entire length of my cock inside. I began to fuck her slowly, feeling my cock rubbing against my thumb in her ass. Cynthia leaned backwards, cupping her naked tits with both hands, kneading and squeezing them as she moaned with each deep thrust of my cock. The sight of her fondling herself above me made the cum in my balls begin to boil. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, even though I wanted this feeling to go on forever. Cynthia seemed to sense it also, looking down at me with sexy, half-lidded eyes. She squeezed me with her pussy muscles, making me groan. Each time she raised her pussy off my cock, she'd squeeze her muscles tight, milking me like a good milkmaid milks a cow. I felt sweat begin to bead on my forehead. Cynthia laughed and raised her hips off me. I almost began to whine as I felt the cool night air replace the hot wetness of her pussy juice against my cock. I looked up at her with questioning eyes, but she only smiled. She reached behind her and withdrew my thumb from her ass, squeezing her eyes closed as I pulled out with a 'plop'. She grinned and slid slightly back, sitting on my thighs and holding my throbbing cock against her tight belly. She stared into my eyes as if trying to read my soul as she loving rolled my hard-on back and forth across her skin. "I don't want you to come just yet..." Cynthia panted as her hands brought me closer to coming. I groaned low in my throat, trying to warn her, but I had a feeling that she was very aware of what she was doing. "I know you can hold back..." she panted, "I can see it in your eyes. I could see it in your eyes at the bar. It's what we have in common, Jack. You know that I'm a cockteaser, and I know that you love to be teased." My cock was tingling from her wonderfully talented fingers and my balls felt like they were going to explode. But Cynthia only smiled. "I love to tease a man until his balls are so full of hot, thick cum that he feels they're going to blow up... Is that how your balls feel right now, Jack?" She gave me an evil smile and curled the fingers of one hand around my cock, stroking me with an expert touch. I groaned and nodded my head, hoping this torture would never end. "I can tell... Your cock is so big and hard... I'll bet you'd love for me to jerk you off right now, wouldn't you?" Her hand began to move faster up and down my shaft and her smile grew as once again I grunted my answer. "And I'd love to watch you shoot off in my hand, Jack. I truly would. I've always had a thing for jerking a man off and watching his thick, white cum spray out...Mmmmm... I'll do that later for you. A lot of guys tell me that I have excellent hands..." I wondered where all of this was leading because I knew I couldn't take much more. My balls were beginning to ache and throb and my frustration was growing. Cynthia sensed this though, and grinned. "But we'll do that later, Jack." she sighed, Just hold on a little longer. And don't worry... I'm not going to let you come... not yet...I really need something else...first..." She finally stopped stroking my cock as she raised herself up from the chair slightly. She released her hold on my cock and smiled when, instead of slapping back onto my belly, it stayed rigidly upright. "I need to feel this..." Cynthia whispered as she slipped forward onto my belly. One hand snaked behind her and between her legs, finding my cock again and wrapping around it. I groaned out loud when I realized what she was doing. Still looking down at me with a huge smile, Cynthia began to rub my cockhead back and forth between her legs. She allowed me to enter her hot pussy once or twice, but only for a second...only to wet me further. Then she leaned forward again, using my cockhead to coat her asshole with her own juices as she held her face just inches from my own... Cynthia Ch. 1 (Working Title) "Did you like my cum in your mouth, Jack...?" I nodded dumbly, trying to return her smile. "Yeah...", she hissed, "I could tell... you loved sucking me off...Mmmm....drinking my cum...God, you made me come so much... We both lay still, panting wildly, as I felt her position my cockhead against her tight asshole and push down. There was no mistaking what Cynthia wanted. And I was more than happy to oblige her. I only hoped that I wouldn't disappoint us both by coming too soon! I raised my hips up, pushing my cockhead against her hole. There was resistance, but only for a moment, as Cynthia concentrated on relaxing her tight muscle, then the exquisite feel of pushing past her taut entrance. We groaned in unison as the head of my cock pushed past her ring and inside her asshole. I held her steady, allowing her to get used to my size, then began to fuck her slowly and gently, pushing slightly deeper with each thrust. "OH...yes, oh yes....Unghhhh...Oh...Yeah!...Oh! Fuck it..." Cynthia chanted softly. She wiggled her hips, urging me to push deeper. My thrusts increased in depth and intensity as I slid another inch into her asshole, then another. "Oh...your cock is so fucking hard...so fucking big...so fucking long...I want it all...Give it to me! Fuck my asshole...Oh...god your cock feels so good..." Cynthia's chanting was driving me closer to the edge. I began to fuck her harder as she squatted over me until, with one mighty thrust, I buried the entire length of my eight inch cock inside her asshole. Cynthia let out a long "Aaaaaaggghhhhhh...." as my cock sank into her and then sat her entire weight onto me, pushing my cock even further inside her. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy. She sat on me, her eyes closed as she bounced lightly up and down. I felt the cum boiling in my balls. She leaned forward with a grin, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth and pressing her firm tits against my chest. The position pulled my cock halfway out of her ass. She pulled her face back, breaking our kiss and grinning wildly down at me. I'd never seen a look of such pure lust in a woman's eyes before and I couldn't help grinning back. "God, Jack..." Cynthia panted, "I can't believe we're doing this! This is so fucking hot! I knew you were the one when I first saw you looking at me... I knew I was going to suck you off tonight...but that was just for me...because I love teasing guys like that...just a quick blow job and then disappear..." Her eyes radiated intensely as she stared down at me. "But when you came...I knew you were the one, Jack. I knew I couldn't leave... Oh, fuck..." Her eyes closed as she ground her ass down on my cock, making me moan with pleasure. Her eyes reopened and bore a hole into my soul. "You can do this all night, can't you?" she groaned. I grinned, trying to keep my pride in check, but I knew, with a lady such as this, that I very well could do this all night. And then some. It was as if Cynthia could read my mind as she grinned back. "I knew it! I'm going to fuck you to death, Jack...I'm going to make you drown me with cum...then I'm going to suck that wonderful thick cock until you come again...and again...and again..." And each time she repeated the word, she sank down on my cock, burying it to the hilt in her ass, then rising up for more. "Careful..." I cautioned her, "You're going to make me come." "Then hurry up and FUCK me..." she smiled, pulling back slightly. Her smile faltered a bit as I pushed my cock back inside her, but quickly returned. "Fuck my ass....Right here in front of everybody...god, I love this...FUCK my asshole!", she whispered in my ear. I pulled my cock out of her ass until only the head was trapped inside her tight ring, then thrust up forcefully, burying the entire thing to my balls. She groaned and collapsed against my chest, her face buried in my neck. I began to saw my cock in and out of her asshole, fucking her hard as she continued her obscene litany against my shoulder. "Uunnghhh...oh, fuck! ofuck...Your cock is so good in my ass...oh, god...so fucking hot..." I felt the cum rising in my shaft as I continued to pummel Cynthia's ass. God, this woman was HOT! I felt her shudder as another orgasm overtook her, and took that as my signal to let go. I began to fuck faster and faster, stroking from head to balls, burying my cock in her ass with each lunge. I ran my fingers through her long, thick tresses and used them to pull her head off my shoulders. I pulled her back until I could look into her eyes. They were glazed and blazing. There was no hint of a smile now, just the look of a woman lost completely to lust. "I'm going to come in your ass..." I told her, pushing my cock in to the hilt. She couldn't reply, but squeezed her ass tight as if to answer. I groaned and thrust deep again, feeling the thick river of semen traveling wildly up my shaft. I held her head back by the hair and stared into her eyes as my cum erupted from my cockhead. I held still, buried inside her asshole as I flooded her with semen, then began to fuck her slowly as I continued to fire volley after volley of thick, hot cum into her. Cynthia was panting open mouthed, her ass muscles contracting and relaxing rhythmically as she felt her insides being flooded. "Ahhhh.....come in my ass...come inside my asshole...oh god...it feels so hot...so full...so wet....fuck it..." She stared back into my eyes as I continued to fuck her. My orgasm waned and my cum flow slowed and stopped, but my cock was still as hard as a pipe. I continued to fuck her ass, enjoying the wet, sloppy feel of it. The thick warm feel of my semen lubricated me wonderfully as I slid in and out. God, Jack...that was incredible...IS incredible....Your cock is so fucking wonderful....Ooohhhh...!" Cynthia pushed herself up into a sitting position once again. and again she pushed my cock even deeper into her asshole. She cupped her breasts again, looking down at me with a grin. "Not bad for a first date...huh?" We both laughed at that, and hugged tightly as she dropped into my arms. Sitting back up, she cupped her tits and began to rotate her hips above me, keeping her crotch about two inches above mine. She looked at me with fire in her eyes. "You're still hard....God! I can't believe you're still hard!!" She closed her eyes and laughed. "I figured you'd be good, just from your manner. But I NEVER thought...oh...FUCK!!" She laughed again and began to move up and down on my cock. I simply lay there as this goddess...this heavenly piece of human flesh, began to fuck herself on my cock. Cynthia stared into my eyes as her hips moved up and down over me. Her hands continued to caress her tits and her face wore an evil smile. "I'll bet I could get you off again....God! I can't believe you! Your cock feels so fucking good..." Cynthia dropped all her weight onto my cock, driving it deep into her ass. She stayed there, grinding her hips against mine. The sensation was wondrous. She reached down and caressed my face. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" she asked, still moving her hips. "I'd like to go somewhere where we can get a little more personal... " I nodded dumbly, a smile forming on my lips. Incredibly beautiful, the mind of a genius slut, and a pretty good sense of humor, to boot. I wondered just when this dream was going to end! "Yeah..." I panted, not really wanting to let her off me, but realizing the possibilities. "Let's blow this pop stand." Cynthia grinned and slowly pulled up and over...until my cock popped free of the tight confines of her ass. She looked down and wrapped her hand around me, stroking me up and down. "Well, I'm definitely going to blow something...I promise you that...." she looked up at me and grinned. We took our time adjusting our clothes. We could both hear voices and laughter coming from the deck above us, and we waited patiently until we heard them move back inside the house. I couldn't keep my hands off this lady as she tried to button up, but finally we were somewhat presentable. I sat back on the chaise lounger, letting the blood flow out of my cock and back to my heart, until my hard-on had gone down sufficiently. I smiled and nodded my head to Cynthia, who took my arm as we made our way back upstairs and to the party. Once inside, we said our goodbyes to the host and various guests as we meandered our way through the crowd. When we finally reached the door, Cynthia turned to me with a huge smile. "Let's go play, shall we...?" she said softly, holding the door for me. We decided to leave her car there and pick it up later. I held the door to my car open for her and sighed as she allowed her skirt to ride high on her thighs as she slid into the seat. This lady was absolutely gorgeous! As I trotted around to the drivers side and got in, I noticed appreciatively that she hadn't bothered to adjust her skirt. She greeted me with a long expanse of thigh and a huge grin as she leaned back against her door. I even felt my cock stirring again as I started the car and pulled from the long, circular drive. Cynthia scooted closer, laying her head on my shoulder and running her hand softly up and down my thigh. I was extremely thankful it was Friday. It looked as if this was going to be a VERY interesting weekend!! (End of Chapter One...) Copyright 2001 by Mark Singer and SingerTales, Inc.