14 comments/ 190538 views/ 10 favorites Cyn for Short Ch. 01 By: CraCyn55 Introduction To Whom It May Concern: That sounds ominous, but I’m taking the day off from work, I called in sick actually which may be reasonably justifiable. I needed to get some things down in my mind and in print but I don’t know yet who I’m going to share them with first, it may just end up being for me. Three and a half weeks ago I let my car pool buddies completely undress me, I mean completely. They removed all of the conservative clothing my husband watched me leave the house in to go to work, and then during the commute they re-dressed me the way they wanted me to be, in sexy clothes for their amusement throughout the day at work. On the way home they undressed the naughty me, kept me naked for almost 45 minuets in the car before they re-dressed me like the conservative wife I’ve have been for 18 years and took me home to my husband who had no idea what his sweet wife had been up to since I left that morning. Right now I’m trying to figure a way to tell my Husband, who by the way I still love so deeply it hurts, how his faithful, supposedly religious wife has become so slutty she lets any man fuck her any where and anyhow he wants. Obviously, I’m afraid he will throw me out on my ass, but I’m becoming so reckless, I know it’s only a matter of time before he finds out on his own, and then I think it will even be worse. This is my first attempt at confession or explaining the situation, so please don’t be too quick to judge until you know everything. This is a long story, so if you don’t have the time to get to know me, so you can understand, please don’t even start reading it. My name is Cynthia Jamison, as I said; this is my attempt to describe to myself at least, if no one else, my journey of descent into obsession. There is a tendency in my nature akin to submissiveness that I think comes as result of a life that was rigidly structured where I was taught that abstinence, control and purity of thought was the only way to joy and salvation. It was a way of doing things in denial of ones’ natural interest to satisfy their personal needs or gratifying ones’ own passions. I think it left me somewhat submissive to someone with a strong or more dominant nature, and it left me extremely curious about all the things I was not permitted to enjoy. Today I’m 37 years old, married 18 of them to one husband, Craig, 41 years old. I have one son by the name of Troy, almost 18, and two daughters, Wendy, 16 going on 21; and Alison (Ali for short), just turned 14. We live in a nice but modest home West of Portland, Oregon in Forest Grove. I am 5ft 3in tall and keep myself between 115 and 130 lbs in weight. I wear a size 6 or 8 dress so I’m petit and pixy like in appearance. I wear the size 6 or squeeze into a 4 if I want to look sexier. My measurements are 34 x 27 x 36. My hips are supple but not fatty and I think I have a very sexy round ass. I usually wear a 34 C bra for comfort, but when I wear a B cup, it pulls me together and creates a sexy cleavage and fullness in my breasts that shows nicely above a low cut bra. I think my best feature however is my legs which seem long although I’m not really tall and are very smooth with well toned calves and thighs that I have kept hidden beneath standard issue pantyhose for much too long. I don’t try to tan much so there is a creamy whiteness to my skin that looks even more naked when I don’t cover them up with hoes or stockings. I think they alone have caused more than one lusty man to raise a nice hard on. As a family, we still actively attended church together and have supported each other in school activities, intramural sports, work responsibilities and community service projects. I think it’s safe to say most people who know us would consider us to be good conservative chaste family. I grew up in Helena, Montana in a family similar to the one I just described with two sisters and two brothers; I was next to the oldest. I was active in my church even then and we attended meetings together as a family every week. There weren’t many members of our church in Helena, but enough so that I wasn’t totally isolated in school. Throughout most of my high school years, I ended up dating only one boy, Eddy, who was not a member of my church. A lot of emphasis was placed on morality in my family and church so my parents were constantly nervous about the amount of time Eddy and I spent together. He was so nice when ever my family was around that they worried less, but some of the kids in my church that were my age were worried because he was a boaster in the locker room and let people know he was not timid about sex, he cultivated and enjoyed his bad boy image! He wasn’t earning a wild reputation with me, but I wasn’t aware of anyone else he was seeing so I thought the reputation was undeserved and that our relationship was becoming more exclusive than he did. During the first two years of high school, the thing between us was limited to friendship and I did not look at him romantically. Even as it started to be more romantic in my senior year, I thought he was nice and respectful to me all the time, even after we added kissing and cuddling to our activities, I wasn’t prepared to listen to any ones warnings and quickly came to his defense if anyone said anything negative about him. We started to spend allot more time together as seniors and I thought it became obvious to others we were “an item”, and liked the idea. Eddy’s locker room reputation was well known by that time and several of my “churchy” friends tried hard to beak us up. Eddy was amused for the most part but got pretty upset a couple of times with their meddling. One time in particular, he got really upset when he saw my friends verbally working me over with warnings and he angrily accused them of being up-tight goody-two-shoes that couldn’t come up with an original thought sexy or otherwise between the lot of them, and that all the teaching and moralizing by their church and families would make them sexless frigid housewives or dried up spinsters, then spun on his heels a stomped off leaving them with open mouths and shocked expressions and me wondering if I were included in his assessment or not. “Are you like that Cyn?” He asked as he sensed me coming along side to catch up. He wondered if my affectionate nature was shallow and wouldn’t Permit me to loosen up or and have the kind of fun he liked. He didn’t really seem to be waiting for an answer, just sort of grumbled on, talking to no one in particular. I couldn’t understand what he was mumbling until he stopped and looked directly at me, as if to make sure I was following his line of thought and said. “When I reach out and grab your tit some day, you’ll probably break out in tears and run home to your mommy.” I didn’t say anything, partly because I was intimidated by his declaration that some day he was going to do just that and partly because I feared that if I did run home when he did it, I would loose him, and I didn’t want that to happen. I said nothing no reassurance to sooth his ego, nothing at all, although I felt a strange almost perverse pleasure as I had watched his forceful exchange with my friends. I just looked at him waiting to see where this was going and what he was going to do, and wondered if he was still going to want me to come along. By the time we got to Eddy’s car, the emotion and hostility in him had cooled and he became somewhat quiet, almost cool. He got in his side of the car and let me get in on the other side by myself. I think I believed there was more brooding in his manner than there actually was and for the first time, I wondered if our relationship was starting a downhill trend. I was soon t find out that the relationship was probably more solid than it should have been and that I was the only one who was going to start on a downhill stretch. I looked at Eddy’s profile as he sat quietly behind the wheel and after what seemed like an eternity I quietly asked if he wasn’t happy with me or our relationship. “Cynthia,” the use of my full name somehow made it seem he was getting a little serious and I thought oh no, here it comes. “I think you know by now that I have liked you for a long time, and now I almost think I like you too much.” My heart jumped a little and asked, “What do you mean?” “I just don’t know if we’re well matched is all.” He said. “Not well matched, that doesn’t make much sense.” I said. “What do you mean?” “How do I say this? You are, well you’re special if that doesn’t sound too corny.” “It does sound corny to me.” I answered defensively. “What do you mean?” “You’re a good “Church going girl” Cynthia, you’ve been raised with high standards and I just think you would be uncomfortable with the things I really like to do.” He admitted “Now you are calling me a goody two shoes.” I said in mild defensive anger. I’m not saying you’re stuck up or snooty or act like you’re too good for everyone else like some of your Church friends do, it’s just that I can’t imagine you doing the things I think some girls would.” “What girls?” I said as I forced my eyebrows downward to make a stern face, “And what things?” “No one in particular,” he said, “just any girl who has a sexy mind and likes to do sexy things.” “So that’s it.” I said a little too hotly. “You’re not interested in me any more unless I let you have sexual intercourse with me, is that it?” “Who the hell said anything about ‘sexual intercourse’? I’m talking about pretty tame things, just playing around here.” He reacted defensively. “You just seem a little up-tight.” “Up-tight am I? Tell me ‘sweetness’ how am I so ‘up-tight’?” “All right,” Eddy said, “I really love to look at legs, so pull up your skirt.” I almost swallowed my tongue. In spite of all the lead up bantering I was not prepared for this move. I sat there silently waiting to see if he would let me off the hook, smile or say he was just joking, but he just stared at me. It was amazing, the longer he stared the stronger he became and the weaker I felt. At the same time, there was an unmistakable itch between my legs along with a slipperiness that was noticeable. I had never masturbated in my life or even touched myself very much in an intimate way although I had become sexually exited before in being on the periphery of racy conversations and locker room teasing. It’s safe to assume that I had never experienced an orgasm, didn’t know what one was or how someone went about making one happen, but there was no doubt I had started on the road with mental foreplay as I watched Eddy’s eyes. Somehow I became certain in my own mind that if I failed to pass this test even with myself, I would not only loose Eddy forever, I would pass up an exiting opportunity to learn something sexy about myself and the wicked and forbidden side of life. Pantyhose had taken the place of nylon stockings that were held up by girdles and garter belts in the 70’s and I had been raised as a practical girl so I had worn a skirt that day with plain white cotton panties underneath my conservative pantyhose; so I still felt well fortified and protected if more of my legs showed. The idea it wouldn’t be accidental and that someone else was taking control made the whole thing unnerving, but I liked this feeling of someone else being control; it excused me from feeling guilty over a little wickedness. The idea that someone else would take responsibility for what I was doing gave me a “devil made me do it” way out from my personal conscience. After an agonizing period of debate in my mind, I surrendered. I slowly moved my hands down along the top of my thighs to the hem of my skirt and took hold at both sides of my knees. I gathered the material into my curling fingers and started to draw it upward. Eddy hadn’t told me how high to pull it up so when the friction between the back of my legs and the car’s seat made it difficult to continue, I stopped and turned to look at Eddy. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” He said quietly and firmly as he sensed his growing control over me. I realized he knew that I had given him control and I swallowed a lump deep in my throat, lifted myself a little and started to pull my skirt up again. Eddie said nothing as the hem reached the top of my legs; I’m sure my panties beneath my hose were coming into view. I stopped again and Eddy said nothing. We sat together looking at my legs until he quietly instructed me to open them. I had not been sitting close to him so there was a considerable space between us on the bench seat of Eddy’s old car. I slowly spread my thighs and my right knee soon reached the passenger door; and I continued to move the left leg until it came to rest up on the seat between us. We both sat still, studying the scene created by my wide spread thighs and strained to see in the half light of a late afternoon in late winter. Our breathing continued in rapid staccato bursts and I was starting to feel dizzy and light-headed. Maybe I was hyperventilating. “Take off your panty hose so I can see your panties.” He ordered. My breath was coming so quick and shallow bursts. I was starting to feel light headed and my eyes started to moisten as I wrestled between what I knew a good girl should not do and what Eddy was making me do here in the school parking lot. It didn’t even register that I was now being driven to do this not because he was physically forcing me, but because my wanting to do it was overriding my training not to. Eddy was becoming the catalyst to my change, and he knew it. I quickly moved my legs back together, pulled my skirt all the way to my waist well above the tops of my pantyhose, took hold of the sheer waistband and then pushed them all the way to my shoes. I had to slip my shoes off to completely remove them from my feet, then I balled up the material and handed the hose to Eddy before I resumed my position with legs spread wide again. “There,” I said, somewhat triumphantly. “Is this what you wanted to see, SIR?” He was cool and unperturbed as he remained looking at me alternating his focus between my eyes and my crotch while he appeared content to ignore my question. After a lengthy period focused on my crotch, he looked directly into my eyes and finally answered, “Were getting there.” His visual attention had made me squirm and I felt the slipperiness I had noticed between my legs increase so that my panty crotch was getting wet with the secretion. Even though the panties were white cotton, Eddy could tell they were starting to become translucent with the wetness. “You really like this, don’t you?” He asked. “I’m just showing you that I can do what you want.” I declared. “Is that right? I didn’t take off your pantyhose, you did and I don’t think your pussy would be getting so hot and wet if you weren’t getting off on this big time.” He said in a cocky tone. “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.” I protested. “Sit where you are and don’t move.” He said “I’ll show you what I’m talking about.” He place his right hand on my left leg above the knee with his thumb down between my legs and then started to move it slowly up toward my pussy. I could feel the smoldering wetness beneath the cotton panel of my panties, but didn’t know what he was going to feel and find when he reached it. When his hand got to the top of my leg, he rubbed the side of his thumb along the leg band of my panties. I was paralyzed with lust and could do nothing but watch the movement of his thumb, both afraid it would slip beneath my panty and desperately demanding it to; finally he slipped it inside the opening and started to track through the soft pussy hair and traced my fat swollen labia. He reached the moist inner surface of my fat lips and I could take no more, I grabbed his wrist and pulled it roughly forward so that his thumb slid deeply into me. Almost immediately I felt the explosion of my first orgasm, sat up sharply shaking and yelled “WHHHAAAT ARE YOU DOOOOOOOOIIIIiiinnng, as I pushed his hand and thumb abruptly from me. My whole body had shaken in spasms around his wiggling thumb on the hand I held when his thumb was buried in my cunt and I clasped one of my own over the mound as it continued to pulse and quiver. I bit my lip so fiercely it started to bleed before I was able to loosen the fierceness of my grip. I scrambled back into my clothing and between gulping breaths in post orgasmic tenderness said. “What the HELL did you do to me Eddy?” I’m sure I had experienced probably my first orgasm, but at that time and with the limited understanding the only thing I knew for sure was that the physical or sexual sensations that had rushed through my body were far more electric than anything I had ever experience in my life to that point, and I was totally given to the need to know what had caused them other than the deliciously wicked stimulation from Eddy’s wiggling thumb. Eddy was amused and a little flustered. “Hey Cynthia, chill out.” I didn’t do anything bad, it’s no big deal.” He said as he watched me almost frantically putting my pantyhose back on, and then told me that maybe I was a little too provincial for him after all. The thought kind of hung in the air as he drove me home and I wondered if I had overreacted. After he dropped me off and I had time to think without interruption I worried that I may have blown things by panicking and that maybe Eddy would loose interest in preference of girls who were a little less provincial and allot more fun. After dinner I stayed in my bedroom by myself all evening, partly because I was sick with worry over upsetting Eddy, and partly because I was more curious about the powerful feelings I had felt in the fleeting contact with Eddy’s thumb and fingers. As I lay on top of my bed, I brought my feet toward my bottom and raised my knees. I was still wearing my skirt and as I watched carefully, I moved my knees right and left, toward my head and away from it, wiggled a bit and generally tried to see if my skirt would fall by gravity to reveal more of my legs. I felt naughty and imagined Eddy sitting at the foot of my bed watching what I was doing. I desperately wanted him to pull my skirt down so he could see me as well as he had in the car, but since he was imaginary, his part could only be played in my sexual role play by the law of gravity. When I became frustrated with the uncooperative sexy nature of my skirt, I became more aggressive by spreading my legs as widely apart as I could to force my skirt to fall all the way to the bed and my tummy. With my legs spread widely like this before my imaginary lover, a warm rippling sensation started to awaken all of my erogenous zones, and my crotch especially felt hot and wet. My eyes strained, looking toward the foot of my bed, for any thing I could focus on to remind me of my boyfriend’s lusty gaze as I tried to imagine what he had seen. I noticed the adjustable mirror on the dresser and jumped up with an idea. I rushed to the dresser and turned it to face the foot of the bed, and then I angled the mirror down so it would provide a reflection of me while lying on the bed. I rushed back to the bed and opened the covers so I could hide quickly in case of emergency and then rewound the mental images until I got to the scene just before my interruption. Now I could plainly see what Eddy had seen and the blood pumped in my temples as I became mesmerized by a wanton image of me. The nipples of my 34 B tits became erect and my pussy became steamy. I was thrilled by the forbidden nastiness in my mind as I grasped the waistband of my pantyhose and pushed them slowly off my rounded but, and all the way down my legs leaving them gathered around my feet. Now very slowly, so I could make a permanent memory of everything I watched through Eddy’s imaginary eyes, I spread my legs wide, wide, wider still, all the way until my outer thighs rested on the cover of the bed. Damn I thought, what a sexy vision for Eddy. Cyn for Short Ch. 01 As I slowly stroked my legs, applying gentle tickling pressure with my fingertips the crotch panel of my panties began to look moist, and memory of the intense physical sensation I had felt as Eddy’s thumb had insinuated itself into the leg opening before sliding into the slippery depths of my pussy gushed into mind and sensual nerve endings. My circling fingers quickly traced the path he blazed earlier until they found my soaking pussy. With one hand, I pulled the wet panty crotch to the side and gasped as the cool open air added its own sensitivity. I slowly traced the ridges and gullies of my tender landscape and started to worm my slender index finger past the oily lips into my tender vagina; and into the warm wet sucking fuck hole that was starting to open wide in anticipation. I dipped a finger in deeply and tested the texture and feel of my inner walls before withdrawing a little to add a second. My exploration became more urgent as my arousal increased and by instinct I soon settled into a pumping in and out movement that was sending me higher and higher in sensual abandon. By the time I had added a third finger I couldn’t stand the wrestling against my panty crotch so I urgently pushed them down to join with my twisted hose. Now I was moving at a hurried frantic pace driven by the plethora of sexual sensations that were assailing my whole body, and was building toward a need for sexual release I didn’t fully understand. Somehow or other I knew that I was going to be consumed by the magnitude of stimulations that were wracked my body. All of a sudden I was jolted by a firm wrapping ‘knock knock’ on my door accompanied by my older brother’s voice. It threw me into panic as I scrambled to snatch the covers and hastily cover up my near naked pussy. The door opened and he poked his head in as he asked if I knew where the keys to mom’s car were. “NO I DON’T!” I said in a voice too strong for the frail sickly condition he thought I was in. He had a curious look on his face as he studied the scene before him; trying to process what he saw so he could figure out what I was doing. I looked about to make sure I had effectively covered my secret and then gasped as I noticed that when I had yanked the covers over me to hide, I had pulled them loose from the foot of the bed, and my feet, still with my shoes on along with the wrinkled up pantyhose and white cotton panties that were bunched up around my ankles were completely open to his view. Incredible heat flushed over me from embarrassment as I lowered my eyes from his penetrating gaze to hide like an ostrich. I didn’t dare move my feet quickly since that would draw attention to them, but I could feel the energy as I knew he was focused on them and that his wicked imagination was painting the picture of me lying on the bed completely naked, nasty, and opened wide. Hot throbbing convulsions started to surge through me from all the sexy mental stimulation I felt, and they made me stiffen and shake violently several times as I was caught up in a consuming climax, all the while knowing he was watching and I was not able to do anything to stop. I couldn’t muster the necessary nerve to look at him; I only herd the soft closing of my bedroom door as he retreated into the hallway. I still didn’t know enough to fully appreciate that I had experienced another sexual climax that day, this time in connection with the intense emotions of my brother’s observation of my forbidden behavior. It may seem like a little thing actually, but the combination of the events of this day would constitute an impression in my mind that would establish an irrevocable link between danger, exhibition and sexual fulfillment that would exercise influence on the way I found pleasure for ever. I didn’t understand much of what happened that day, but I was sure Eddy knew a lot more about it than me, and I was exited about the possibility of letting him lead me further along this path of sexual mystery in spite of all the warnings I had been given by my family and Church to stay away. I only hoped Eddy had not lost interest because I was so naïve and unimaginative. To be continued This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they’re very real to me and I’ve enjoyed this experience. I know that I’m far from being a great American Novelist, but we all dream. If you enjoy the story, I’d love to know it, if you don’t, please don’t read it. I had no idea where this was going to take me when it began. I was like the character Alex, a young writer, in a recent Movie when he said; I know the characters and let them take me where they need to. To me, these people are real, normal and comfortable in normal lives. These are ordinary people capable of extraordinary thought, emotion and behavior; that’s why you’ll see a strong reinforcement of normality that gets twisted out of shape throughout all of these parts. You won’t find tattoos, body piercing and even many shaved pussies here because they are all indications of a predisposition to nastiness. Cyn wants to be ‘good’, she just can’t help herself, and this story tries to explain why. I’d love to develop a website around these characters and incorporate visual image to embellish the thoughts, emotions, fantasies and situations that are developed in text. If any of you have interest in helping, suggestions or whatever, then feel free to speak. By CraCyn © January, 2004 Cyn for Short Ch. 02 Anxious to learn After almost over reacting when Eddy (my boyfriend), introduced sexuality, and a little dominance into our relationship during our senior year in high school I became concerned that I had frightened him away. You see, I was raised in a very religious and conservative home, where I had been taught all my life that sexual imagination led to addictive bondage, remorse, pain and spiritual suffering. With all the disincentives it hadn’t been all that hard to stay away from temptation before. After we had started to kiss, even passionately with French tongues, I thought I was effectively staying away from temptation. The kisses were romantic passion, not erotic, or so I thought at least. I’m not going to give you a lot more background on myself right now, If you need more you can refer to Part I, if you didn’t read it, you might not understand where I’m coming from. I will remind you that Eddy introduced a little dominance in our relationship when he got me to pull up my skirt and take off my pantyhose. In doing this he discovered a latent susceptibility for exhibitionism in me, and he showed me how good it feels when physical stimulation accompanies mental excitement by sticking his thumb deep into my wet pussy. As I replayed those exiting feelings over and over in my mind overnight, I started to teach myself how to stimulate my sensitive erogenous zones so that I cold experience pleasure I had never been able to imagine. I know now, that this was when I started to develop an addiction to sexual imagination, along with exhibitionism, submissiveness, and a quest for sexual danger and thrill. Today I’m a 37 year old woman who has been married 18 years to Craig Jamison, a 41 year old product line manager for a parts manufacturer. I have three teenaged kids and we live in a nice modest home West of Portland, Oregon in Forest Grove. Recently, the sexual behavior I discovered in high school and college has re-emerged and trapped me in its addictive spell again. In part I, all I revealed were two seemingly small incidents that created impressions and planted the seeds for an addiction. As I indicated, after Eddy had taken me home, I didn’t see or hear from him for two days. During this time I experimented with my body and became more and more worried that my naiveté had caused Eddy to loose interest. I was panicked not only because I liked him, but because I saw in him someone who could unlock some of sexual mystery that I was desperate to discover. At a point when my anguish seemed greatest, I was caught in an awful internal debate with one part of me that saying “see, what I’ve been taught all my life is true, a little sexual imagination and experimentation leads to misery and ruin”, and the other part of me said, “yes I know now that sex is dangerous, but the very danger and even nastiness of it is more exiting than anything I could have imagined, and I want more! I saw Eddy as a confident catalyst to change and was seriously afraid I had chased him away forever. When Eddy caught up with me after biology, I almost came apart emotionally as I threw my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder how sorry I was for being such a stupid silly girl. He laughed softly as he reassured me and promised he was not in any way unhappy with me. He said he had been called out of town on emergency to help his uncle out in Bozeman and just got back in time for school this morning. He promised to meet me after school and if I wanted we could take in a movie later on. The rest of the school day flew by easily and I was often asked why I couldn’t stop smiling, and seemed so happy. I never answered anyone; I only hummed softly to myself and kept on smiling. Eddy was already waiting when I got to our meeting spot. As we started walking toward his car he asked the same questions I had ignored all day. ‘I’m just happy to see you again.” I said. “I thought maybe you were upset with me when I made you take me home the other day.” “Why would I be pissed?” He asked, and I read more into the words than I should have as we climbed into the car. “I thought maybe you thought I was a, you know, “a goody two shoes” like my friends, the ones you got mad at because they were trying to break us up. “Don’t worry.” Eddy said. “I know you’re not a ‘goody two shoes’ as they say.” I wondered why he as so sure, and asked him. “Because you got so turned on and your pussy was so wet,” was his answer. His blunt comment and sexy language made me exited. Part of me wanted desperately to get back to where we were before so I quickly put my clothes back on. “I’m pretty sure you had a climax Cyn, have you had one before?” “I don’t know, NO, I don’t think so, I never felt like that before, ever!” “You were beautiful Cyn, that was the most fantastic thing I’d ever seen.” We sat there a little while longer until I became more exited and the less self conscious. Almost so quietly I could hardly hear myself, I finally asked, “How did you...what did you do to make it happen?” “Haven’t you ever brought yourself off before Cyn?” He asked. There, he did it again, since when had he started to call me Cyn? “Not before then.” I said and then asked. “Since when did my name change to Cyn?” “I think Cyn sounds better than ‘Cynthia’, kinda sexy like ‘sin’. He said, and then added. “What do you mean ‘before then’; have you ever made yourself cum?” I didn’t know if I liked the name, it sounded almost nasty when you said it I thought, and I had to guess what he meant by cum, then I answered his question; “I only played with myself after you got me curious.” “So you frigged yourself off after I took you home?” The word was new to me but I didn’t have to ask what it meant, I said nothing, I just sat quietly until the heat and absolute wetness between my legs made me start to fidget. “Your pussy is wet isn’t it?” Eddy said looking straight at me. I could hardly speak and I started to feel a little flushed and exited again. “Oh Eddy, don’t.” I hissed in barely more than a whisper. “I think it’s time I got a better look.” He said quietly taking control. I bit my lower lip and my breasts heaved since I knew what coming. Take off your panties.” Once again he was speaking with controlled words and staring eyes. “Now wait a minuet, I didn’t have any self control when you did it before, now I do.” I lied. “That’s alright, you’re going to loose it again, real fast, this time I want to see your pussy.” I returned his stare for several moments and felt hot and turned on from the unbearable pressure; in a slow deliberate motion; I turned in the seat and reached for the hem of my skirt. I pulled it up in a slow and steady motion, lifting my but off the seat when necessary to help until I bunched it around my waist well above the top of my pantyhose and panties. I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of both and pushed them down, off my ass down my thighs past my knees and all the way off my feet. I handed them to Eddy and then turned back to face him with my feet on the seat and knees tucked up against my chest. He looked at my naked legs and then using a single hand to gesture, indicated for me to spread my knees and legs. I felt the full load of adrenalin arousal as I spread my thighs and moved my feet apart to present him a full unobstructed view of my fully wet pussy. Eddy placed his hand back on my leg like he had before and slid it toward the junction of my thighs. This time he turned it so the back of his hand smoothed along the inside of my soft white thigh until his fingers lightly brushed against the swollen lips of my eager pussy. He slowly caressed one side and then the other up and down, up and down coming to within a hair’s breadth of my clit. I had learned how responsive my sensitive clitoris was, and I knew the closer he would stroke to it the more stimulation I felt so I couldn’t stand it each time he changed direction and moved away. Sitting here in the front seat of Eddy’s car, totally naked below my waist where my skirt was bunched, I felt absolutely nasty as my mind and body raced in sexy thought and arousal. I started to ache deep inside my empty hole and longed for his fingers to penetrate me the way his thumb had. Without being able to say so the look in my eyes confirmed how badly I was begging for his fingers to fuck me. He had told me he wouldn’t do the nasty things I imagined until I begged him and the look in my eyes must have been enough. As he stared back deeply into my eyes, he teased open my labia began the relentless insertion of two long fingers into the wet welcome of my pussy. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I moaned during the full journey in of his squirming digits. Ahhhhhhnnnnnnggggg I gurgled as he started to withdraw and then push them in again. He continued the action until he created a sawing motion in my cunt. My chest and developing breasts seemed to grow as I pulled air into my lungs and clenched my elbows close to my sides with my hands crossed over my tummy clutching and pulling at myself as though I were trying to draw him in deeper. Then, his motion slowed and he started a withdrawal completely from my clenching pussy. It made me grab at his forearm in panic to prevent his retreat and pull him back in. He was too strong and determined however and would not give in. “Take it easy he.” He said; He briefly lifted the hand to my vision again and curled all of the fingers against his palm except the pointer and middle fingers which remained fully extended. When he knew my vision had locked on to it he moved to the opening again and slowly inserted the digits to their full depth and then withdrew them pulling his hand up again until we both had visual contact with the slippery wet miniature phallus coated with my juices. He turned the fingers toward his mouth and sucked them deeply inside. He savored the moisture and tested the flavor for a moment and then pulled them out. “Now that’s what I call a sweet juicy pussy, your fluid level’s fine.” He grinned broadly with a twinkle in his eye; then he repeated the process again, only this time he presented the fingers to me for tasting. “See what I mean.” I wondered for a brief moment whether I should put something that had been slopping around in my pussy mess in my mouth, but I was already resolved to try anything he wanted me to. The taste on its own wasn’t unpleasant, but in the context of what we were doing, I loved it like nothing I had ever tried. “We’re not done yet, I want to see more. Take off the rest of your clothes!” Instantly I snapped part way out of the isolation I had surrounded myself in and realized we were in the school parking lot and at risk of being easily discovered. I had been to far gone I wouldn’t have noticed if someone was coming, and it seemed like Eddy wasn’t worried. Could be because he was still fully dressed; that realization alone made the nastiness I had felt before become swallowed by the sheer dirtiness of the spectacle of my exhibition. After so many years growing up in an environment where anything nasty, sexy or dirty was never tolerated, the freedom I felt in this wickedness became intoxicating. I looked deeply into Eddy’s eyes and begged him with my own to take possession of my being and make me as dirty, and sexy and nasty as he wanted. I fumbled for my clasp and zipper as though I couldn’t move fast enough to please him and free myself. Once opened, I swiveled so I could quickly push the unwanted skirt from my body. I almost tore at the buttons of my blouse to fully open it and then pulled it quickly off my shoulders and arms. Then I turned back towards Eddy again and relocked my vision to his. My breasts weren’t very large yet, I think I still had a hard time fully filling a 34 B bra cup. But I wanted more than anything else to fully expose myself to this intoxicator, Eddy, completely and totally naked. I reached behind my back, flicked open the clasping ends of my bra fastening and then in an effort to be sensual hunched my shoulders forward so the straps slid down my arms. I took hold of the loosened material then drew it all the way forward keeping it in his line of vision so I could maintain an illusion of seduction before I dropped it to the side and let him have full visual access to my young and willing virgin body. Subtle smiles played on both our lips as I assumed a position with my thighs stretched as far apart as the car’s interior would permit. “Now that’s what I’ve been dreaming to see.” He said as he leaned forward and began to smoothly caress my thighs again. Finally it was time for him to get back to his main agenda. He went directly to my pussy again, only this time there was a little more urgency, a little more forcefulness and control that was making my pussy boil deeply. He played his fingers around the opening and inside my cunt and took pleasure in spreading my own fluid around in a nasty way. Frequently he bumped against the most sensitive area. He saw my shocked expressions and heard the oooohhhs and aaaahhhs that escaped my lips in spite of the effort I was putting into biting them shut. I was becoming aware of the power he held over my hooded clit with the skill of his teasing fingers. Finally he twisted his hand with four fingers inside my pussy so he could firmly clasped my pubic mound between the inserted fingers and the heel and palm of his hand. He worked his thumb in such a way that he could apply pressure directly to my sensitive clit. He did it so quickly and firmly that I let out a deep scream and groaned. “OHOOOOOOO MYYYYYYY GOOOOOODDDDD! I grabbed the back of his hand to keep pressure on my clit and make sure he wouldn’t let go. I gasped for air and gurgled aloud. Unnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhh, revealing how lost I was in the sensation. When I finally relaxed my grip on his hand, he brought the soaking fingers out of my pussy and trapped the sensitive clit between his thumb and two fingers. It only took a few seconds at my state of high arousal to bring me to climax. Ohhhh, Don’t Stop! Don’t Stop! DON’T STOP! I screamed as my body erupted in a totally consuming orgasm that seemed to go on for ages, and threw my whole body into spasm. I have no idea how long my climax lasted or for that mater how many I had. As I calmed down I quickly became aware again of how totally exposed I was. The afterglow, wind-down sensations made it hard to tolerate even the most proper and formal physical contact. I was also becoming completely awash with guilt and tears started to well up in my eyes so that it was difficult to see in order to find my clothing. I searched about frantically for articles and began putting them on as fast as I could. I’m surprised I didn’t put my bra on over my blouse. Once I had my blouse bra and skirt on at least, I could relax a little more as I succumbed to the remaining warm afterglow that follows orgasm. I was quiet as I dealt with my conscience and the full recognition that I had, without question this time, completely enjoyed being finger fucked by someone else in broad daylight and in the school parking lot no less. It was definitely more satisfying with Eddy’s fingers than the orgasms I had experience from masturbating myself, but the real thrill and guilt came in knowing that someone else fully clothed all the time played with me so free and nasty while I was so naked and completely exposed in a public parking lot. Apprehensive about how I might be feeling, Eddy finally asked if I were OK. “I’m fine.” I said. “I didn’t know how incredible it could be to be so nasty.” “It always feels better when someone else does it instead of you.” He said. “Guys masturbate all the time, but when someone else is uses their hand or mouth it makes it a lot better. Most of the sex effect is in your head, and since it was your first real time, what you were thinking and feeling must have made it even more exiting.” “You mean it’ll never feel that good again because there’s only one first time?” I asked with a noticeable tone of disappointment. “No, I mean that it’s better the more you are in it with your head.” He reasoned. “Sex is 50% mental, 50% physical so both parts have to be involved to make it good.” “I’ll try to remember that.” I said. “You won’t have to try; I’m not going to let you forget.” I thought we were through with this for now and that he was ready to take me home as soon as I dressed so I asked him for my panty hose. “I’m not through yet!” He said. “Now wait a minuet Eddy, I told you before that I intend to stay a virgin until I get married so this is as far as it goes.” I firmly said. “I have no intention of taking your ‘virtue.’” Eddy said resolutely. “I won’t let you give that up until you beg me to take it, but I think it’s time I show you how I get off to make us even.” A lump formed in my throat as I realized he was going to show me his naked prick, and blood pulsed through my temples to provide the nourishment for arousal again. I sat upright and leaned forward slightly to watch his movements as he opened his jeans and spread the material apart so I could see inside. He hunched up a little with his but so he could push the waist of his pants and boxers down to his thighs. Once free, his rigid cock sprang upward in an angle with the tip hovering about 5 or 6 inches above his lap. His cock was probably average in length at about 6 to 7 inches, but I though it was gigantic. I had never imagined such a hard menacing tool could be hidden so innocently in boys’ pants before. “Ohhhhhhhh.” I muttered as I brought the back of my hand to my mouth to stifle the more audible response. “What do you think, do you like it?” He asked. “Is it always that big, and hard?” I asked. “Naw, it got that way from watching you, now I just need a little help so I can get myself off.” He said, as he brought his hand to it and circled his fingers around it to take it into his grip. I saw a clear fluid thicker than water start to ooze out of the tip of his cock, and at first thought he was going to pee in his car, but when the hot stream didn’t follow I became more curious and reached out with my finger to scoop up a little so I could taste it. When my finger touched the tip he jerked a little like he would from a small electrical shock. “See what I mean?” Eddy’s voice cut into my thoughts; just a little touch from your finger and I almost shot off. I applied the taste test and was delighted to have his nasty pre-cum on my tongue. Eddy started to slowly move his fist, up and down his cock. Up and down, up and down he moved in a deliberate motion building momentum and energy. More fluid oozed out and coated the sides of his prick making it look slick and shiny in the half light of late afternoon. He continued to build tempo until his fist was almost flying up and down the greasy shaft as the urgency to cum took control. He pulled his fist down hard to the base of his cock and froze for a second in anticipation. He clenched his teeth and the blood vessels in the side of his neck and temples seemed to strain with pumping blood, then he started to let out a deep growling noise that reminded me of the rumbling I heard and felt just before the eruption of Old Faithful in Yellowstone. He added a few extra forceful strokes of his fist around the towering cock and a corresponding eruption of hot gooey seminal fluid ejaculated from the tip that shot on the steering wheel and dash, and as he moved the pointing direction toward me, on my blouse and skirt as well. I was fascinated with the violent discharge of fuck fluid that seemed to empty an amazing volume on everything in its path. I scooped some of his cum from the puddle that had landed on me and sampled the taste. The whole scene had been so erotic my pussy had begun on its own to flow freely and I was so aroused by the time he shot off, I had a series of small climaxes, even though I was still fully clothed, just from watching his cum and sampling his juice. I scooped all of the cum I could collect from me and the car and pulled my skirt up again. I spread my legs widely and then moved my panty crotch out of the way as I smeared the sticky wet cum over my swollen pussy lips and the source of my own wetness. Our fluids seemed to combine in an erotic beauty cream that I rubbed into my naked sex. Cyn for Short Ch. 02 “Oh god Cyn,” said Eddy as he recovered and watched me. “You’re so sexy, I don’t know if I can leave you alone.” . I mumbled to Eddy that I wanted him to take me home now! Poor Eddy must have wondered if I was going to call the cops or run screaming to my parents and hate him forever because of what he did to himself and me and made me do as well. I couldn’t really think; all I wanted to do was get back to my own room in what had been my sane little world of rule and order. When we pulled up in front of my house, he wanted to talk with me to make sure I was OK. When I indicated I was, and started to get out, he stopped me by taking hold of my arm and asked if we were still going to the movie later. “Sure”, I said, and slipped out of his car and into the house; I just needed to think. I ran to the house without even closing any of the doors. As I raced through the kitchen, mom looked up with a start and asked if I was alright. I told her I had to pee badly, and she just smiled as I flew on by. I went into the bathroom and really did have to pee. I found I had put my panties on backwards and slipped them off to turn them around. When the pee stopped, I examined the soaked crotch panel of the panties and then used them to dry myself off. then holding them in my hand rushed into my room and sat on the bed. As I rehearsed all the things I had done and felt in Eddy’s car I was in turmoil. The sensations had been so powerful I would never forget them. The guilt had its place there as well, it makes sure you remember all the little dirty things about yourself, but in reality, I knew I never wanted to forget anyway. In the sane world I found in the solitude of my room, I realized how powerful the experiences I’d had that day were and that it was not hard to slide down a slippery slope once you drifted from an established safe path. True, the slide itself was exiting but you better make sure you know there is a safe landing at the bottom. I resolved to not let myself get so completely lost again, but curiously I didn’t resolve to never stray off the safe path. Even though I had worked to calm myself and get back under control, I was still feeling the effect of the sexual high I had been on since earlier in the day. As I prepared for our movie date I was a walking contradiction. I had made my resolve to keep everything in bounds that evening but at the same time I dressed for the movie by wearing a jumper dress that I slipped over my head, but other than that, I wore nothing, I was totally naked underneath. Eddy picked me up for the movie after dinner that night as we had planned. We had a long talk and I told him that I was worried that I had not stopped when I should have in the parking lot and that I might not be able to again when things heated up like that. I told him that unless he promised to be on his best behavior from now on I would not be able to see him again. Of course he promised, and deep inside I hoped he was lying. I hoped I had not totally broken his spirit and wildness and during the next several weeks he was so good in fact, I was afraid I had. My mind was spinning, and by the reckless way I had dressed I knew that I still wanted to be Eddy’s sexual toy again that evening. When we left for the movies I was already breathless with anticipation and I cuddled close to him in the car. I hung onto his right arm and rubbed the side of my breast against his elbow hoping he could tell I didn’t have a bra on. No indication if he did. I let my skirt ride up a little and took his hand and placed it ‘sensually’ on the inside surface of my knee. He made no attempt to move it up my leg so I even pulled it up a little so it was starting to raise my hem. Still he made no further progress on his own. In frustration I pulled it to half way up my thigh, only a few inches from my naked cunt. He had to have felt the steam of my arousal and there was no way he could mistake the fact that I wanted his hand on my hot naked pussy. I was going out of my mind as we pulled into the parking lot. We seemed almost like a normal couple by the time we were seated for the movie. There were only two other people seated on the back row with us, and they were several seats away and both male. It didn’t take long before I was throwing all the signals at him again, hoping to light Eddy’s fire, but the shit would have none of it. The more he ignored my sexual overtures, the more desperate I became for relief and an orgasm. Since Eddy wouldn’t be distracted from the movie, I started on my own. I slipped my hand under my skirt and roamed over my own trembling thigh the way I wanted Eddy to. As I slipped it further up my leg, my skirt rose with it. When I got close to my pussy, I let my legs drift further apart. My tits, also naked beneath my dress, were becoming ultra sensitive as the nipples moved against the fabric. They yearned for attention and I moved one hand to stroke my breast through my dress. It was hard to get the effect I wanted through the dress, but the style didn’t permit the kind of access I needed. In frustration I went back to my nude thighs and waiting pussy, but as I moved my hands all the way up to have total access to my swollen pusy, my skirt was clear up to my hips and my shining white legs were on full display. I also found I had decent access to my tummy with my right hand all the way up to the undersides of my breasts; I was almost there by this underneath route. In spite of Eddy’s attempt at playing hard to get, I was still exited on my own by my partial exhibition. I looked to my right and noticed that both of the guys who were seated there had lost interest in the movie and were staring at my exposed parts, it made me shiver and I felt dirty and nasty again to know they were looking. As the need to be pinched and pulled grew in my tits, and the thrill of being exposed to my small audience grew, I decided to be bold. I wiggled about a little in my seat and worked my dress from under my bottom so that my naked ass was sitting on the cushion. The hem was now above my waist and the guys watching could see bare skin above the arm rests at my side. I looked down and gushed as I studied my dark bush in the light from the projector. My white skin stood out in sharp contrast to the dark bush and shadows. The watchers were straining to see more, and I was almost ready to cum even without concentrated stimulation to my erect clit. I hooked my right thumb under the bottom of the material above my waist and as I wiggled a little more as I pushed it up, up, up above my right tit. Now I had unfettered access to my critical erogenous zones, and I firmly pinched the exposed nipple and rolled it between my right thumb and two fingers while I attacked my clitty with my left hand. I built quickly toward the orgasm that was so close and moved my right hand back to my pussy so I could insert three fingers deeply inside to take me over the hump. My body began to jerk and spasm as a mighty orgasm washed over and my audience watched me cum. I felt hot and naughty, dirty and sexy, all the things I was beginning to gorge on to appease my insatiable sexual appetite. Afterwards as I wound down I became embarrassed and self conscious and I realized that I loved the embarrassment and shame the same way I loved intense arousal. I was developing a dependence on the guilt aspect just as much as I was for something to sexually fill my cunt. I pulled my dress down to cover myself again, and I sat quietly as I wallowed in the delicious guilt and afterglow over my slutty behavior. All the while, Eddy pretended to be unaware of my actions; it seemed almost like we were a married couple and I had just had sex with another man in front of my husband. The slutty feeling and this fantasy would find its way into my mind again I was sure. Realistically I could tell I was in trouble; I had surrendered totally to the lust that raged inside and had no idea how I would ever regain any control. Eddy knew how gone I was as well, and had no interest in overseeing my total ruin. He wanted to have fun, not destroy my life in the process. If truth be known, I had come to hope Eddy would take me into other nasty and exiting adventures and the only thing I feared now was that I would frightened him away or loose him. To be continued This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they’re very real to me and I’ve enjoyed this experience. I know that I’m far from being a great American Novelist, but we all dream. If you enjoy the story, I’d love to know it, if you don’t, please don’t read it. I had no idea where this was going to take me when it began. I was like the character Alex in the recent Movie Alex & Emma when he said; I know the characters and let them take me where they need to. To me, these people are real, normal and comfortable in normal lives. These are ordinary people capable of extraordinary thought, emotion and behavior; that’s why you’ll see a strong reinforcement of normality that gets twisted out of shape throughout all of these parts. You won’t find tattoos, body piercing and even many shaved pussies here because they are all indications of a predisposition to nastiness. Cyn wants to be ‘good’, she just can’t help herself, and this story tries to explain why. I’d love to develop a website around these characters and incorporate visual image to embellish the thoughts, emotions, fantasies and situations that are developed in text. If any of you have interest in helping, suggestions or whatever, then feel free to speak. You can reach me at: By CraCyn © January, 2004 Cyn for Short Ch. 03 After Eddy stripped me completely and finger fucked me to a mind blowing orgasm, I was hooked. It didn't matter any more that this nasty activity was forbidden in my church and family or that I may be on my way to hell because of it; the things I felt in those wicked moments were too good to give up. Eddy (My high school boyfriend), knew that I was inexperienced and unprepared for the sexual games he was playing with me and that now after I had enjoyed the full power of orgasm, I would never be able to turn my back on nasty pleasures again; he knew I was becoming sexually addicted and he would be able to control me any way he wanted any where, any time. He was a master at manipulation and knew how to make me beg for his direction. He had driven me crazy by ignoring me sexually as he sat right next to me in a movie theater. I wanted so badly for him to be nasty with me again and he was playing hard to get. It drove me to the point I pulled my dress up so I could play with my own pussy, I pulled the lower portion of my dress clear up above my naked tit furthest away from him and showed off to two other movie goers while I made myself cum. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Cynthia Jamison a 37 years old housewife who has been married 18 years to Craig, a 41 year old product line manager for a parts manufacturer on the West coast. I have three teenaged kids and we live in a nice modest home West of Portland, Oregon in Forest Grove. As a family we have always been very active in the Church I grew up in and the people I know in church and family have no idea how naughty and wicked I was as a senior in high school and freshman at college. Recently, the sexual behavior I jumped into in as a newly turned 18 year old has re-emerged and trapped me in its addictive spell again. After Eddy took me home from the movie, I didn't see or hear from him for two days. During this time I got myself emotionally worked up worrying and continued to experiment with my body. Without Eddy touching me or egging me on it just wasn't as exciting and I became more and more worried that I had lost Eddy's interest. It didn't take long before I started to try to lead him back into that excitement as a seductress. I would tease flirt and flash bits in his direction to let him know I was not prudish and that I was open to his advances, but he held back. I started to dress for dates in such a way that it would be easier for him to undress me or have access. He just didn't seem to be picking up the hints until after going ice skating one evening we stopped off at a little hamburger joint for fries and a coke. We were sitting opposite each other in a booth when I finally got up the nerve to bring our parking lot adventure up. "Eddy," I said. "We need to talk." "We are talking." He pointed out. "I mean about us." "What about 'us?'" He said. "I think I may have hurt your feelings when I reacted got upset over the episode in the parking lot." "What episode in what parking lot?" Eddy said playing dumb. "You know what episode, the one where I ended up nude in your car and we were nasty with me, that episode." "You sound kinda pissed Cynthia. Are you saying you didn't like having fun in my car?" He said. "No I'm not saying it wasn't fun, in fact it felt great, it's just that since then you have been real quiet so I thought maybe I hurt you." I confessed. "Naw Cyn, you didn't hurt my feelings, I told you I wouldn't do anything like that until you were begging for it." He declared with bravado. "Well I don't think I'm going to beg you for anything like that again." I said self righteously. "Sure you will Cyn, the only question is when." That stopped me cold as I realized how wicked his pet name for me sounded, and I considered the little teasing and flirting things I had been doing to tempt him to seduce me again. I knew this was definitely a form of 'begging', and I understood right then that all my little hints had not gone unnoticed. There was a pause in conversation as I had considered these things and as Eddy took inventory of my subtle messages. He finally broke the silence when he said "One day Cyn, you're going to start getting naked right here in Hamburger Heaven and you'll keep taking off your clothes until I tell you to stop." "You're crazy; I'm not doing that today." I said. "I'm not telling you to do it today, the only thing you're going to take off today, here in this booth, right now, is your panties." He said staring directly into my eyes. My pulse quickened and breath almost stopped, then I thought of a way out and I felt relief. "I couldn't if I wanted to; I'm wearing ski pants, so there." I said confidently. All he said was, "So". I was overwhelmed as the intensity of the situation enveloped me. My breath shortened and my pulse raced. The heat in my tits and pussy rose rapidly and I knew that my blushing silence was all the confirmation he needed to hear. I started to work out the how's in my mind and completely dismissed all of the whys. I surveyed the lines of sight from others in the room and decided that if I slid all the way to the left into the corner, and then hunched down, it would be difficult for anyone there to see what I was doing, so that's what I did. Soon I was unsnapping my pants and lowering the zip. When I had it down I started to ease my pants down over my hips and on down my legs. I knew it would be hard to hide motion a number of times, so I made sure I was tugging my panties down as well. When I got them to my feet, I realized in my agitated state that I had forgotten to account for my sneakers, so I had no choice other than to reach down, loosen the laces and slip them off first. With the panties safely off my feet and separated from the ski pants, I finally pulled my pants back on. As I pulled them up I looked up and panicked when I saw Darla a Phil making their way to our booth. I had just managed to get them up to my waist but didn't have enough time to re-fasten the zipper and button when Phil decided to sit next to me and Darla slid in next to Eddy. Phil was one of Eddy's close friends, and Darla was his current interest other than that, I didn't have much in common with them. They were talking about us all going for a ride in Eddy's car and I was panicked about getting done up in time. I was moving as little as possible to not draw attention to myself but Phil must have sensed something going on and looked into my lap as I started to draw the zipper up. I caught some pubic hair in the zip which made me wince and jump a little but I finally made it up and fastened the button. I thought I had made it safely until I looked at Phil and saw him grinning broadly; I knew he had seen plenty and I blushed deeply. I slipped my feet back into the shoes without tying them up and slid with the others out of the booth. As I started to walk out, Phil tapped me on the shoulder and asked; "Do you want these Cynthia". He had seen the panties I forgot to pick up beneath the table and was now holding them out to me in a way that anyone looking would have known what they were. Eddy smiled at him, "they belong to me Phil" he said as he took them and slowly balled hem up in his fist. At Least they were pretty pastel blue bikinis with the day of the week embroidered on the front over the hip. We all climbed into Eddy's car because it was a roomier 4 door. I was in front with Eddy; Phil and Darla got in the back. Once Eddy started the car he held out his hand, shook the panties to open them up and hung them on the rear-view mirror. I was mortified and embarrassed but at the same time, my pussy was boiling and wet like it had been in the parking lot. We drove around while we talked and the guys told jokes mostly involving sex and off colored stories. The car was getting steamy in more ways than one. Throughout the evening my panties hanging from the mirror were a constant reminder that I wasn't wearing them and that helped me maintain a constant state of arousal. I was getting to the point I hoped and prayed that Eddy would make me take off all my clothes so he could display me any way he desired in the presence of Darla and Phil. They were starting to seriously tease each other and Darla was doing a lot of giggling and slapping at Phil's hands. At one point she said loudly enough so everyone could hear. "Phil I didn't know you were foreign." "What do you mean?" He said in pretended defense. "You have Russian Hands and Roman fingers." She said laughing. "You better believe it babe, but you know you love it and nobody here minds, do you Cynthia?" He asked. Eddy answered saying "Cynthia might object, but this is Cyn and she never objects to anything when I'm around to tell her its ok, isn't that right Cyn? I didn't say anything; I just continued to blush, boil and rub my legs together sexily. Darla asked me if that's how Eddy was able to charm me out of the pretty blue panties hanging from the mirror. I was too embarrassed actually answer but I thought a river of fluid was going to run out of my pussy from my arousal. "I think your fluids about to run over, don't you Cyn? Eddy asked so the others could hear. "Check the fluid level like I taught you to Cyn!" I was so wet already and I so desperate for him take control it was almost difficult to maintain the illusion I was fighting with my conscience but being the sweet innocent was so much a part of the whole turn on I allowed the blush to almost light the car's interior before I reached for the button on my pants. I slowly un-did it and then lowered the zipper until it was fully open. I slipped the shoes off my feet first this time already committing to how far I was going to go; I planted my feet on the floor board and pushing my shoulders into the seat found enough leverage to raise from the seat so I could push my shi pants all the way down without resistance. I slipped them from my feet and then twisted in my seat to face Eddy. I brought my left knee up high enough so that its nakedness could just be seen from the back. I handed the pants to Eddy and he laid them across the seat back to show the others how openly I was presenting my self to him. He was still driving so he could only give brief distracted focus to what I was doing so he quickly looked for a place to park. Without warning, he whipped into a gas station and came to a stop at the side of the lot near a telephone booth. The light from the station almost fully illuminated the cars interior with me sitting there displaying my naked steaming pussy completely. With his attention now undivided, I took the index and middle finger of my right hand and held them up for him and the others in the back to see. I curled my hand to point them to my pussy and move to its wet opening. I circled around the lips lightly as I gathered and spread the moisture for lubrication. (I had practiced this very act in my bedroom to make myself come the way Eddy had.) It was quiet except for my breathing as everyone strained to here the sounds of my wet finger fucking. When I pushed the fingers deed inside, we could all here the squishy sound, and then when I pulled them out we could here the gush of air that tried to fill the vacuum left. I raised my fingers to Eddy's lips for examination. He opened his mouth and gobbled them in deeply. He held them there and savored the taste a moment before letting them go, saying; not only was I full, but tasty to. I was completely turned on and wanted to cum something fierce. Even so, I drew out the perverse pleasure for myself and the others by repeating the process for my own tasting. "I've got to see this." Phil said as he lunged forward to look at my exposed pussy over the seat back. Darla's head soon appeared by his as they watched me test and taste my juices. "What a cunt!" Phil exclaimed. "I always thought you were religious Cyn." "Cynthia is religious," said Eddy, "But Cyn has the heart a soul of a true slut. She loves it nasty, the nastier the better; isn't that right Cyn? I couldn't think as my mind whirled with emotion, reason, love of my family and total lust at what I was doing right now. "I said isn't that right Cyn?" Eddy repeated with emphasis. As I fought and quickly surrendered to the lusty urges that wracked my body I screamed out, "Oh yes, God forgive me I love doing this, I love having you watch me, you can make me be nasty as you want." "See what I mean guys, Cyn loves to be nasty, you need to see how good she looks; take off the rest of your cloths Cyn." Eddy said. I had been begging him all night in my mind to make me do that and there was no pretended reluctance as I stripped off my sweater and bra to be glorious nude again while Eddy and the others watched my wanton behavior. My entire naked body almost glowed from the stations lighting and everyone looked as I spread my legs wide and used both hands to open my pussy to their view. As they watched I stroked, pinched and rubbed the fat lips and flicked my sensitive clit. I started to use one, two and the three fingers in urgent fucking motions deep inside. I wanted more and more until I had at least four fingers between the two hands sawing into me relentlessly. I'm sure I would have buried my whole hand inside if Eddy hadn't interrupted and said; "get out of the car and stand in front over by the phone booth Cyn, then make yourself come for us." I wanted to come so badly I didn't want the interruption, but this sexy new challenge made me feel so dirty, I had to do it. I threw the door open and jumped out where I could be vulnerably exposed in the open so I didn't go all the way over to the phone booth, I stood in the middle of the open space in front of the car, spread my legs, opened my cunt and plunged back into my masturbation. With attention directly on my clit from two fingers and a thumb of my right hand and all four fingers of my left hand deeply fucking in and out I came quickly. I screamed loudly so anyone near by could here and see my act and I came wildly. OHHHHHHHH GOD! I'M HEEEEEErrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre! I cried as I fell to my knees, physically no longer able to stand. Eddy could see I didn't have the strength to get up, so he jumped from the car and hurriedly helped me back to the passenger seat. I leaned into the corner between the seat back and door and pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around myself so I could cuddle myself into a ball as and tried to disappear into the darkness that was came when Eddy's car raced away from the scene. I basked in the afterglow of sexual release and embraced the slutty image of my self as I tried to push the quilt and self consciousness from my mind. I was a slut, and happy to be so in this world apart from the one in which I normally lived. In this world, I felt things more intensely than I imagined possible. I found myself capable of behavior and feelings I couldn't have dreamed about before and yet, I still knew that this was an excess that could lead to terrible consequence. Somehow I needed to find some way of setting a border in my own mind, that could not be breached that would save at least a little of myself safe from the refuge pit it seemed intent on throwing my self into. Again, I appeared wracked with guilt and full of remorse and Eddy sensed the need to confront the demons that were rising up before taking me home. He understood there were distinct sides of his girlfriend and that both needed to survive and grow. One was the emerging slut Cyn, the other the good and decent (if no longer pure and chaste) Cynthia. He obtained a pact from Darla and Phil that they would help keep Cyn hidden from the rest of the school and community on condition they could bear witness frequently to my slutty exhibitions, and on occasion have power to compel me to exposure, on their own without Eddy's involvement. Somehow, someway I was determined that the one thing I would never give up was my vaginal virginity. No one was going to take my pussy in intercourse until I was ready to give it up properly. They all agreed to honor and support my commitment. I think they all saw this as a win win situation because allowing me to hold on to a slight illusion of virtue served their best interest as well in forever keeping a carrot before the Donkey to preserve permanent motivational suspense. Eddy and I had numerous discussions in which these borders were established and we came to agreement that he was free to push or lead me into any circumstance that would cultivate my lusty nature provided that he would always protect me from that final concession. Today it seems unreasonable that such control amid unlimited excess was possible, but I tell you it was. We experimented in all sorts of ways with public exposure of my nudity a common thread throughout. I'm not even sure I can remember all the places I was undressed partially or completely or compelled to do so myself by one of them. When I left Helena to go to college, it was at a small private church owned school that helped me bring compulsions into check, probably in large measure because I didn't have a protagonist like Eddy there to push me into dangerous situations. I wasn't as good at showing off on my own so I gradually learned to bring these feelings under some measure of control. The only difficulties I had were brief relapses when I would go home to Helena for Holiday and become Eddy's mindless toy for a few days. I admit that all of the resolve we committed to held fast until one Christmas Holiday when I had gone home to visit my family. I had been fairly successful in restraining my exhibitionistic libido at college to the extent I had fallen for a perfect gentleman who treated me the way all women claim they want to be treated, only to quickly abuse it by yearning for something less perfect and more earthy. He had proposed and I had gladly accepted but it wasn't to be official until he had come to Helena to meet my family and given me a ring. I went home early for Christmas and he was to join me for New Years. It was during those days apart that I fell back under Eddy's spell, only this time I ended up begging him to completely ravish me and take away that last bit of virtue. He fucked his cock through my protective hymen from behind with me standing and bent at the waist in a well-lit room in his parent's home. I was completely naked in front of a full height window without any curtains. His family was in the front room watching TV, and any of his neighbors behind could have had clear view of my deflowering. It wasn't the romantic deflowering I had pictured, but it was the nastiest and the best motivational carrot I had ever eaten. Two days later he fucked me in my parent's driveway standing fully naked and leaning against my father's car while my fiancé waited inside my house with my parents and siblings who had already adopted him into the family, and on New-Years-Eve my fiancé and I were kept apart while I was fucked in a secluded area on the dance floor by at least three sex hungry males. The sexual Pandora's Box had been opened wide now with nothing left to hold me back, except for my up coming marriage. To be continued if you want. * * * * * This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they're very real to me and I've enjoyed this experience. I know that I'm far from being a great American Novelist, but we all dream. If you enjoy the story, I'd love to know it, if you don't, please don't read it. I had no idea where this was going to take me when it began. I was like the character Alex in the recent Movie Alex & Emma when he said; I know the characters and let them take me where they need to. To me, these people are real, normal and comfortable in normal lives. These are ordinary people capable of extraordinary thought, emotion and behavior; that's why you'll see a strong reinforcement of normality that gets twisted out of shape throughout all of these parts. Cyn for Short Ch. 03 You won't find tattoos, body piercing and even many shaved pussies here because they are all indications of a predisposition to nastiness. Cyn wants to be 'good', she just can't help herself, and this story tries to explain why. I'd love to develop a website around these characters and incorporate visual image to embellish the thoughts, emotions, fantasies and situations that are developed in text. If any of you have interest in helping, suggestions or whatever, then feel free to speak. You can reach me at the link in my profile. By CraCyn © January, 2004