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Turning Twenty Ch. 01

By: MareCrisium



I met Cindy while attending classes during our third year at a local community college. For awhile before we met, we couldn't take our eyes off of each other. Afterwards, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. From across the lobby of the student library, her long, shapely legs absorbed me at once—gently tapering from a firm, full pair of cheeks to thin, delicate ankles and feet. 

Her innocently inquisitive, big brown eyes, shy, perky breasts, small round mouth, and dark, shoulder-length hair created the initial, wishful impression I formed of her as a submissive nymphet. It was an impression that she wasted no time confirming once we began dating.

In her last teenage year, with a modest sexual repertoire to show for her few years of young womanhood, Cindy had less experience with men than I, at twenty-five, had had with women. This combined with her insatiable sexual curiosity and outgoing personality to make her a playful and enthusiastic lover, which showed itself most in her eagerness to experiment during our first few months together. She was generous with her body and attentive to mine as we developed greater comfort as lovers, eagerly exploring one another at every opportunity. 

I would remain seated on her bed, nude and semi-erect, while she teased me by inching out of a silk slip and bending over in front of me, her smooth, pink cleft and cinnamon-brown anus partially concealed by the thin, white strap of a thong. I could just barely make out the crinkled outline of her puffy lips, and the warm, heavy smell of her pussy and ass made my cock grow painfully stiff. She'd back up into my face and pull the strap down to her ankles, delicately stepping out and spreading her legs wide. 

She would permit me one long lap of her moist crack, allowing me to bathe her crotch from bottom to top with my greedy tongue before turning around and sinking to her knees. Sitting back on her heels, pulling down my foreskin, her tongue-tip lightly tracing the purple crest of my swollen head, she would slowly lower her tiny mouth down over me, stretching it open to show how tight it would be if she took my entire length inside. 


Looking up at me with her wide, brown eyes, gripping the base of my shaft with her fingertips, she would innocently ask, "I don't know if I can fit all of this inside my mouth. Will you help me try?" 

We often began this way. She would establish the pace and rhythm, enjoying the control she had over my reactions, savoring her ability to prolong the anticipation of the inevitable reversal, when I would assume control and take the satisfaction from her body that she had made me desperately need. 

As time passed and our ease together grew, we learned a great deal about each other's private fixations and fetishes. Some showed themselves during sex itself, such as my adoration for her fingers and toes, which I would often lavish with attention during our extended foreplay, as well as her desire to be spanked and "punished," which she whispered in my ear alongside other dirty confessions while I made her wet by rubbing her clit and ass. 

Some of our discoveries, though, we made before or after making love. Early on one evening I rolled on top of her and pulled her slender arms above her head. With one hand I crossed her wrists and firmly held them in place while lightly brushing the fingers of my other hand against the thin layer of fabric covering her hardening clit. 

The warm spot on her panties grew larger and wetter as I whispered into her ear that if I wanted to, I could hold her there until she agreed to let me have whatever I wanted. She struggled playfully and I could feel her warm, heavy breath against my neck as she asked, "Well, what are you going to do with me?" 

Not knowing how she would react, I suggested that I might tie her down and invite some of my friends over to watch me have my way with her. This only made her more impatient for my cock and she begged me to fill her with it, promising that she would let my friends watch her drain it with her mouth, pussy, and ass. 

This gave me an idea. Leaning close to her ear and sliding my fingers under her panties and past her parted lips, I said, "What if I have another guy come over and let him do whatever he wants?" Her back arched and I heard a soft moan escape her lips as I slid my fingers down from her clit to her asshole, continuing, "Maybe I'll find an older guy for you, someone who gets himself off by thinking about a piece of ass as young and tight as yours..." 

Working my forefinger past the entrance to her tight, brown star and shoving my tongue inside her ear, knowing that this would drive her crazy, I asked how she would like that. She whispered that she'd love it, begging me, "Please baby, I want him and you to fuck me at the same time...I'll swallow both of you." 

That was too much for me. I had already pulled her panties down to her ankles, and after hearing her say that she wanted two cocks inside her I threw her legs apart and buried my shaft deep, flooding her with several thick shots after four or five violent strokes. 

I withdrew and laid the length of my cock just above her clit, rocking it back and forth over the gentle mound of her soft belly. She kissed me deeply while our cum spilled from between the red, swollen folds of her narrow slit. 

We became preoccupied with the idea of having a threesome. Each new position during sex was an opportunity for me to imagine another guy pleasuring or being pleasured by my sweet, young lover. In one of our favorite versions of the fantasy, we would have Cindy play up her age for our imagined partner, playing the naïve and innocent girl while wearing a little school uniform, a slutty Halloween costume, or a soccer jersey, knee socks, and a pair of tight mesh shorts.

In our fantasies, she would tease him by making him watch her get on all fours and give me head, reaching back to hike her plaid skirt over her waist and play with herself; she'd beg him to let her taste his ass with her greedy little tongue; offer him her tightest, wettest spots but make him pull out early and coat her sweet face with his spunk. 

We whet our appetite for a ménage a trois by playing with every conceivable version, and though there were some in which the two of us shared one of Cindy's girlfriends, nearly all of our fantasies involved Cindy submitting to me and another guy. 

Finally, a week before her 20th birthday, Cindy made a suggestion that I never expected to hear. There was a co-worker at her part-time job who she knew was hot for her—a guy named Mike who was over 20 years her senior. She had seen him watching her ass as she walked by his desk and felt his eyes following her in and out of the bathroom. But Mike seemed harmless enough and they had established a flirtatious rapport. 

She wanted to know whether I would let him join us in bed that Friday night, her last night as a teenager. Turning up the corners of her mouth and rubbing the palm of her hand against the front of my pants, she said, "It will be a birthday present we can both enjoy." 

Naturally, I didn't know how I would actually feel seeing her enjoyed by another man. But I couldn't miss this chance to share her in all the ways we had imagined. The fact that Mike was much older than both of us only made the prospect of seeing him have his way with her seem dirtier and more exciting. 

The thought of watching her drive him crazy and ultimately submit to his every wish made me as hard as a rock. If the experience left me feeling jealous and insecure, it would be the perfect excuse for "punishing" her afterwards. Either way, neither of us could resist satisfying our curiosity. 

Cindy had no difficulty convincing Mike to join us for dinner at our place. Earlier that day, we had showered and shaved together, leaving a thin strip of hair above her clit and nothing at all around my cock and balls. She had gone out to get a pedicure and painted her nails a light shade of pink. 

The conversation that evening was light and pleasant, and after the meal Cindy and I bit the bullet and gave Mike quite a shock by making our proposal. He could share her with me that very evening, I explained, having her in every way he had imagined. I could tell that he was trying to measure his reaction, but his eyes widened when I explained hat it was her idea. 

"Don't be coy, Mike, I notice the way you stare at me at work," Cindy said, narrowing her eyes at him. "I'll bet you've gotten yourself off just thinking about all the nasty things you'd like to do to me. Well, since I'm the birthday girl, I get whatever I want tonight. And what I want is for you to show me what's been on your mind." 

Raising her eyebrows, she added, "I'll even let you take charge. I bet I could learn a few things from someone who's old enough to be my daddy." I already had a hard-on from the suspense of being so close to going through with our plan, and hearing those words almost made me cum right there at the table. My little girl knew how to get what she wanted.

Seeing that Mike needed a moment to process what he had just been told, we excused ourselves to the bedroom, offering him some time to think it over. We invited him to join us in a few minutes if he was interested in our proposal, explaining that he was equally welcome to decline and take off without any hard feelings. He was still seated at the table when we looked back into the kitchen from the hallway outside our bedroom door.

A few long minutes passed before the bedroom door opened and Mike entered. As he shut the door behind him he saw that we had gotten ready. I sat on a loveseat in the corner wearing only a pair of briefs, trying hard not to think about was about to happen for fear of creaming right away. Cindy was on the bed, resting on her elbows with her feet up in the air. 

Lying on the bed, she wore a small, cotton pair of pink jogging shorts that fit tight and rode high above her thighs. She had put on a white shirt with thin straps that cut off just above her belly button as well as a pair of baby blue cotton knee socks made from a stretchy, lightweight material. Tight around her neck was a thin, pink silk choker that I bought for tonight's affair.

She had her hair in pigtails and used some clear lip gloss to accentuate the shape of her small, upturned mouth. She looked every bit the sporty adolescent but her sultry eyes smoldered with a woman's desire as she looked from Mike to me and back. She kicked her feet and squirmed like a little girl waiting impatiently for a promised treat.


"Give us something to think about, baby," I said. Cindy and I had talked a little about how we wanted things to go, but with our new playmate present we had gotten lost in our nervous excitement and were already improvising. Mike had stripped down to his briefs by now. He took his place next to me on the loveseat as Cindy rose from the bed and casually padded across the room to where we sat. 

Despite the slenderness of her limbs and her small, perky breasts, the tight cotton of her shorts clung to her ass and accentuated the baby fat that still gently rounded out her hips and belly. Beneath his briefs, Mike's shaft was already hard and visibly straining for release as Cindy stopped in front of the loveseat and began to move her hips in slow, circular motions. 

His eyes hungrily explored her body, taking in each movement of her hands as she slowly traced her nubile figure, gently fondling her breasts and then her belly and ass. "God, you're a sweet little thing," he muttered, rubbing the base of his cock through his briefs. Seeing Mike openly play with himself put me at ease, and I slipped my shorts off and gave myself a single stroke, feeling my balls tighten.

Reaching to her shoulder, Cindy dropped one strap and then another. She slipped the shirt over her head and casually tossed it aside. Her nipples broadcasted her arousal— standing at attention, thick, and flushed red against her milky skin. 

Turning around and bending over, she wigged her bottom and slid a slender hand between her legs and up between the firm globes of her ass to show us what was on her mind. Still bent over, she wrapped her thumbs around the cotton waistband of her shorts and tugged them down over her ass to drop around her ankles. 

Stepping out of them and glancing at us over her shoulder, she gave her buns a playful slap and walked around to the left side where I sat and kneeled on the loveseat, stretching herself across my lap and raising her ass in the air. She began kissing Mike, taking her time and letting him reach under to play with her breasts. 

Stroking her thighs, I looked over and saw their tongues darting in and out of each another's mouths. Reaching down to play with myself, I noticed that my piss-hole was already beaded with precum. I slowly rubbed it around the ridge of my head with the palm of my other hand, trying not to erupt from watching their foreplay.

Cindy nibbled on Mike's neck, ran her tongue up into his ear. Her hand disappeared into his briefs. Tugging on the elastic waistband, gently withdrawing his manhood and holding it erect, she innocently whispered, "Is this for me?" 

His eyes glazed over, Mike breathed, "It's all for you, honey. Let me see you put it in that little mouth of yours." Taking her by the back of the neck and dipping his thumb between her parted lips, he guided her head down over his lap and threw his head back with a moan as she gently lashed the tip with her tongue. After a little light teasing, her head began to move up and down in a slow rhythm.

"You're such a naughty little girl," I said, "fooling around with two older men in your bedroom. Let me see what you're doing." 

Cindy shifted to the side and gave me a clear view of Mike's thick shaft bulging inside her cheek. With a greedy slurp, she smiled back at me and said, "It's already so big...I think he's almost ready to cum." My balls drew up as she added, "Spank me and I'll be a good girl for you after he finishes with me." 

Hearing this, Mike grabbed hold of her pigtails, one in each hand, and guided his prick back between her pursed lips, whispering, "Not yet, baby..." Cindy's mouth sunk down over half of Mike's cock as I pulled the thin silk strap of her panties aside and spread her open. I'd never seen her as wet as she was now. 

I ran my finger along her pussy, wiped some of her juices across the tiny entrance to her ass and began massaging it. I tried pressing my thumb inside and it finally gave way with a little resistance. I could feel my balls grow heavier thinking about how loose she would be when we were through with her. 

I slapped her bottom with my other hand at irregular intervals, eliciting a muffled squeal of delighted surprise each time. Mike had a pigtail tightly clenched in each hand and had already broken a sweat thrusting up and back into Cindy's throat. I could tell that he was on the verge of exploding in her mouth. 

Noticing this, I told her to get on the floor between his legs so I could watch her finish him off. Looking up at Mike, she obediently sat back on her heels and opened her mouth, offering her pink, slender tongue. He leaned forward, stroking his twitching member and angling it down towards her upturned face.

"Oh god...open up, honey...here it comes," he gasped. I watched as Mike rubbed the head of his cock with his thumb and forefinger until a thick, milky stream shot from the tip to land on Cindy's chin. The rest covered her lips and poured into her mouth, collecting inside and running over a little at the edges. 

Cindy's eyes met mine as she swallowed, taking Mike's softening tool into her mouth to empty it of what was left. He fondled her hair and face while she lovingly kissed the purple bell at the end of his staff, lapping up the sticky mess she had made.

"How does it taste, baby?" I asked. 

"Yummy," she gratefully purred, licking the tips of her fingers after wiping the spot on her chin where some of Mike's cum had splashed. 

Taking her by the arm, I pulled her up onto my lap. Holding her arms behind her, I drew her mouth to mine and licked her lower lip, smelling the sex on her breath. Opening her glistening mouth with my tongue and driving it inside, I could taste the saltiness of what Mike had fed her. I lingered on the feeling of closeness as we shared his seed, passing it back and forth between us.

I glanced over to see that Mike was leaning close and watching intently, his hand between Cindy's legs and his erection already recovering.

"Now that you've shown Mike how naughty you are," I explained to Cindy, "I think it's time that he and I teach you how to behave yourself." 

Picking her up by the waist and carrying her across the room, I laid her on her back, her body positioned sideways across the bed. 

Cindy stretched out and began fondling herself impatiently. In small, submissive voice, she looked at Mike said, "I promise to do what I'm told..." 

END Part One

Turning Twenty Ch. 02



I paused for a moment to watch Mike lean over Cindy's outstretched body and lavish it with his hands and mouth, hardly believing that we were actually going through with this. After months of eager talk with my girlfriend – as foreplay, while we made love, and during the close and open moments afterwards – we had finally invited an older man to join us in bed. And as we had hoped, he had graciously accepted and now he lay before me, his cock already swollen to half its considerable length despite his having emptied it into Cindy's mouth moments before. 

Rubbing the sweaty palm of my open hand up and down the length of my tumid shaft, I stared incredulously through a veil of horny, nervous excitement, savoring the anticipation of what was to come next.

Cindy's nipples and belly were already a sore red from the rough treatment Mike was giving them. Between greedy nibbles and licks, he managed to express his satisfaction with the slim, 19-year-old body that I knew he'd been craving since he first saw her in the office: "Jesus, you're a sweet little thing..." 

Moving around to a kneeling position on the floor behind Cindy's gently tossing head, I pulled her arms back and held her wrists against the edge of the bed. "Take those panties off, Mike. See what she's hiding down there." 

She wiggled her ass as he lifted her legs, hooked his fingers under the thin strap of her thong, and slid it down over her hips. "No!" she cried in false protest, helplessly wriggling under the command of four strong hands as he pulled it up, off and casually tossed it aside. I picked up the silky slip of an undergarment where it had fallen near the edge of the bed and brought the damp fabric to my face, distractedly inhaling Cindy's fresh arousal before letting it fall to the ground. 

Still holding her legs aloft, Mike sunk to his knees and dragged his tongue from the backs of her knees down her raised thighs, following the taut, gentle curve of her ass as he ducked lower and lower. I knew when he had found what he was looking for by the little squeal she gave; Cindy's bottom was extremely sensitive and she loved to receive attention there. 

Her legs parted and came back towards me. Knowing that Mike wanted to see everything, I held her feet in place while he spread her apart with his fingers. 

Peering over the top of Cindy's smooth little mound, I watched him hook his finger and slide it into her box. She cried aloud and the abrupt invasion, moaning deeply as Mike used his thumb to gently trace a circle around the tip of her hardening clit. 

After a few moments of playful teasing, he splayed her thighs wide, holding them there, and dipped his head low. From the way she tensed up and the broken, slowly circular movement of Mike's head, I knew that he was working his tongue around the perimeter of her dirtiest hole, dipping it in a little to loosen it then flicking it with the tip of his tongue. 

Every time he slipped his tongue inside Cindy's teenage pooper, she whined contentedly. As I watched, I whispered to her that I couldn't wait to see both of her holes stretched wide at the same time; that I wanted to hear her cry out when Mike and I both got off inside her. On more than one occasion during our months together, Cindy had confided her curiosity about being double-penetrated, and we both knew that it, if anything, would be the culmination of an affair like tonight's. Now that Mike had joined us, and her favored fantasy might become a reality, I wanted to make her desperate for it. It pleased me, then, when my teasing made her urgent whimpering grow louder and more insistent.

Between the punctuated series of squeals and groans escaping her lips, Cindy's breathing came deep and heavy by the time Mike had finished with her ass and finally worked his tongue back up and into the slick cleft between her legs. When he reached her clit, she tilted her head back, pushed her tongue past my lips and moaned into my mouth. 

The sweetness that I always found on her lips mingled with the strong taste of Mike's cum still lingering within and around the edges of her mouth. Once more aroused by this new experience, I paused to nibble on her lips before withdrawing to look again into her eyes. 

"Do you like how he eats your pussy, baby?" I asked, brushing the hair away from her sweat-beaded brow, watching the rhythm of her hips match the motions of Mike's head where it was buried low between her parted thighs. More throaty rumbles and grateful coos were all she could muster in the way of a reply.

Not a minute passed before she drew a sharp breath and her hands shot up and grasped my thigh. Overwhelmed, shaking like a leaf, she bit her lower lip and shut her eyes tight, holding Mike's head against her shuddering cooze by a handful of his hair. 

I knew why Cindy had come so soon when I glanced down at Mike to see him lapping at her raised clit and sliding his middle finger in and out of her ass. Pulling her feet back and down to raise her up for a better view, I noticed that her back door must have been squeezing tight since it winked shut as soon as he withdrew his finger. 

I reached down to gently stroke and kiss her blushing face as her orgasm gradually subsided. Running my thumb along her trembling lower lip and leaning close to her ear, I whispered, "Is that what you wanted?"

I felt her hot breath against my neck when she replied, "Oh god, yeah...I've been so close all night..."

Holding her head down and her mouth open, I then rose and laid my aching shaft across her ruby lips, holding it just beyond reach of her outstretched tongue. "Do you want this, too?" I asked, brushing the tip against her soft, flushed cheeks on its way back to the dewy splay of her mouth.

Not waiting for a response, I angled my rod down and fed her the just the bulb, pulling out and rocking the length of it back and forth against her lips, dipping back inside at the end of every stroke. The sticky mix of my precum, Cindy's saliva, and what was left of Mike's load made her mouth slippery and hot. The tip of my cock had been tingling for awhile, but now it felt as though it was aflame.

"Now that you've had your fun, sweetie," I said, "it's our turn." 

She curled her lips into a smile upon hearing this and reached up with both hands. One delicate hand grasped my shaft, guiding more of it into her mouth where her dancing tongue pushed it past her teeth to bulge her cheek out on one side. Another reached between my legs where I knelt on the edge of my bed, gingerly taking my sensitive balls between five slender, skillful fingers. 

I glanced over at Mike, who stood rubbing Cindy's clit with one hand and his fat prick with the other, watching me stuff her face with a glazed look in his eyes. I passed one of her legs over to him and ran my fingers down the other to grab the top of her sock and slowly work it off. "This naughty little girl likes to have her toes sucked, don't you baby?" 


"Mmm-hmmm..." she purred, through a mouthful of what I was feeing her, "I love it..."

Mike held her by the knee and tugged the stocking up and off, exposing five small, pink digits with tiny, freshly trimmed and painted nails. She spread them wide for him and giggled as he lashed her heel with his tongue and ran it up her arch. I worked my tongue across all five toes of the foot I held, lingering on each one, nibbling and sucking them in turn. We took our time indulging ourselves and spoiling her with the sort of worshipful attention I knew she loved.

Looking down at Mike from where she lay, Cindy watched him delicately rub his shiny tip along the row of toes on her right foot before she leaned her head back, stared up into my eyes and swallowed three inches of what I held close to her mouth. 

Standing over her head with her chubby toes wriggling in my mouth and her sharp little teeth scraping the base of my cock, it took me a while to notice that Mike had been waiting for my sign to finally enter her pussy. 

Cindy was ahead of me. She looked at us both and pleaded with us in a small, desperate voice, "Please, you guys...I can't wait any longer, you have to fuck me right now..." 

I was already near the brink after our extended foreplay. Hearing my nineteen-year-old girlfriend beg for two cocks at once was more than I could take. 

"I've got to have this ass..." Mike said, holding Cindy down and lining up his prick with the snug place he had been priming with his fingers. Knowing that I was going to come any minute, I intervened, "Not yet...flip her over and loosen up her pussy first...I want to see her take it from both ends..."

Mike complied by rolling Cindy over onto her stomach and pulling her ass up in the air by the waist. Knees wide and head down, she rested on one elbow to reach between her legs and spread herself open, invitingly, giving a little chirp when Mike smacked her hard across the ass. "Tell me what you want, honey," he said, holding his cock by the base and resting the tip against the lips of her damp slit.

"Fuck me with it...please, Mike...," she said, snaking two fingers into the warm, wet pink she held open. I had never seen her so horny, down on all fours and begging to be stuffed. Mike wiped his fat cock up and down her crack then sunk it in, burying himself up to his balls in a single thrust.

Cindy's eyes flew open when finally Mike drove home, wrenching an anguished squeal from her lips. It was obvious that her tiny little box wasn't used to being stretched so wide. Mike's cock was fatter than mine despite being longer by about an inch, and he was through being gentle with her. She looked just a little afraid when she peered up at me and gasped, "God, he's so big...ow!" 

"Is it too much for you, baby?" Mike asked, working a little more of it inside with each heavy stroke.

Squinting up at me from between labored breaths, Cindy replied, "Ahhh!...it hurts a little..." Twisting her mouth into a dirty little smile, she glanced my way and added, "But I know I deserve it..." 

It wasn't long before Cindy's pussy had relented fully, taut lips splayed wide and gripping the broad base of Mike's buried shaft. Finding himself swallowed whole with his balls braced against her ass, he withdrew his tool fully for a long moment then sheathed it again and again, punishing her clenching inner walls with a rapid series of indulgent stabs. Every time she cried out, he seemed to thrust harder and deeper. He was straining hard, apparently determined to split her wide open.

Mike had all but cast aside his earlier restraint, just as we had so often imagined in our fantasies. He clearly wanted to dominate Cindy completely. Despite the intensity of where things seemed to be headed, I knew that she was enjoying it as much as it got me off watching him have his way with her. Reaching forward to grasp a handful of her hair as it tossed back and forth, he voiced the thought that had been racing through my own mind. 

Through clenched teeth, he murmured, "We're going to wear out all of your dirty little holes before we're finished, you little slut."

Before she had a chance to respond, I took her by the back of the head and slipped both of my thumbs past the corners of her mouth, prying it open. Moaning her approval, she opened wide to let me ram my cock inside and against the back of her throat. Following Mike's lead and holding nothing back, I plunged into the warmth of her mouth until I could feel the gentle scrape of her teeth around the base of my cock.

It wasn't long before my balls ached for release. Gripping the back of Cindy's slender neck, I fucked her mouth like a pussy, pumping in and out and watching Mike savagely pound her snatch, giving her a much-deserved spanking with one hand and violating her back door with the other. Seeing him bury his thumb deep in her upraised ass, knowing that all three of my girlfriend's holes were stuffed with horny fingers and pricks, I knew that I couldn't hold back any longer. 

"Show me your tongue, baby...I'm gonna come..."

I pulled out of Cindy's mouth and exploded all over her face just as she opened up. I came in several thick spurts, watching her catch every other shot on her outstretched tongue. Reaching down, I wiped it from her face and fed it to her, leaving my thumb in her mouth for her to suck as Mike neared his own climax. 

She was rocking back against his thrusts, driving him deep against her cervix and crying out each time his shaft disappeared inside. I moved back to get a closer look at him sliding in and out. Seeing how close he was, I smacked Cindy's ass in rhythm to his thrusts, holding her head down against the bed with my other arm to stifle her moans and show her that we were still in control.

Between her pained groans, she managed to tell us exactly how she wanted it. "Come inside, you dirty old fuck...fill me up...," she stammered. Mike's agonized expression tensed up even more and he quickened his already reckless pace. 

They both cried out as he tightened his grip on her waist and clenched his ass, jerking his hips to help empty his load into her young womb. Their motions grew lazy and settled into an absent-minded rhythm, a gentle rocking back and forth while he worked the last of his seed into her tender muff.

When Mike finally pulled out and Cindy rolled over to catch her breath, he and I had the pleasure of watching his thick, messy load spill from between the flushed, glistening folds of her pussy and onto the sheets beneath her ass. Curling her lip and glancing up at us, she threw one leg back, reached down and gently spread the outer lips apart with both hands.

Several thick streams of cum ran down her crack and formed a little puddle on the bed. After a moment's hesitation, I gathered the warm love up into my hand. "Come here, baby..." Her brow glistening with sweat, still recovering from the pounding she had received, Cindy slowly rose and crawled towards me on her hands and knees. 

Sitting back on her heels, she looked up at us with a sly little smile on her face and playfully asked, "Yes, sir?" Suspecting that I had something kinky in mind, she played innocent, biting her lower lip a little and raising her eyebrows.

"Look how bad you've been," I said, offering my cupped hand. "Use that naughty mouth of yours to clean up the mess you made." 

Without a word, Cindy slowly lowered her head and began lapping at the warm pool in the center of my palm like a kitten at a saucer of milk. She teasingly looked up once or twice to show me the long, sticky strands she had gotten all over her little muzzle — a reminder that she had eaten three loads of cum by now.

Having only fucked Cindy's mouth so far, I was eager to move things along. I knew that she wouldn't be happy, either, until we had done more with her little bottom than tease it. 

Hoping to move things in that direction, and still offering Cindy my outstretched hand, I assumed a stern tone and warned her, "Get it all or we'll take you downtown as you are and leave you alone for the night. The people who would find you wouldn't be as gentle as we are, isn't that right Mike?"

"Oh no," he agreed, playing along, "they'd find much dirtier things to do with that pretty little mouth than feed it yummy treats like the one you've having now."

Having licked my hand clean, and seeing that it was her turn, Cindy looked up at us with feigned apprehension, swallowed hard, and said, "Well, why don't you guys show me what you mean, just in case you decide to share me with all those strangers?" Her eager eyes moved from Mike to me and back while she gently wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers, licking the last of Mike's sperm from the tips of each of them in turn.

After glancing my way for approval, Mike sat on the edge of the bed and motioned Cindy over, "Come here, honey." I pointed at the floor between Mike's legs and gave her ass a smack as she climbed down off the bed.

She got down and knelt, resting her hands on her knees and looking up into Mike's eyes. He reached his hand around the back of her head. "Lots of guys would love to have their balls and ass teased by young girls with hot little tongues like yours." With that, he pulled his semi-hard shaft out of the way and pressed Cindy's face close to his exposed crack.

"Like mine?" Cindy innocently echoed, following Mike's lead by leaning close and beginning to work on his brown, heavy sack with her tongue. She lashed the crinkled skin along his scrotum, slowly working her way down from the sensitive place where it joined the fat stem of his cock. Resting one foot on the edge of the bed, Mike widened his legs for Cindy as she gradually sunk deeper and deeper between them.

She took her time alternating between his balls and the sensitive flesh between them and his ass, bathing everything and filling the silence with the soft, wet smacking of her lips. Each time she dipped below his sack, she reached farther back up his crack with her outstretched tongue, causing Mike's low, throaty rumbles to rise into barely stifled groans. Before long, she held her nose directly over the small brown star of his anus.

"You're lucky, Mike," I informed him. "She's never tasted a guy's ass before." 

"Is this the first ass you've eaten, honey?" Mike asked. Glancing at me, she smiled and nodded her head, reaching up to spread his cheeks a little more and blow gently across his tense sphincter. He held his balls aside while Cindy carefully worked the tip of her tongue around the perimeter, teasing him for long moments, then finally dipping the pink tip inside, driving farther in with each new stroke. 

"Ahh...God!" came Mike's heavy breath while he gazed down at the gentle motions of Cindy's head, half-buried beneath his cock and balls. 

By now, he and I had both fondled ourselves back to life. Hefting my rod and pulling the foreskin back, I felt it swell between my fingertips. To my surprise, I was even stiffer than before.

"That little tongue of hers is red hot..." He barely managed to get the words out before reaching down to mash her gently flickering tongue against his mudpipe with an insistent tug at the back of her neck. With Cindy's face buried in his ass, Mike's upper body tensed at the heightened activity around the already tender spot between his cheeks which she had made hyper-sensitive with her teasingly gentle ministrations.

However, Mike and I weren't the only ones enjoying Cindy's first rimjob; her own gratification was in evidence, and she was finding new ways to surprise us both. She guided both of Mike's legs overhead and spent awhile on her knees between them, using her free hand to reach up and oil his shaft with some of the spit she was using to clean his ass. She alternated between his bung and his balls in an unpredictable succession of voracious feasting and shy, gingerly nibbling. 

Neither Cindy nor I had expected things to get so dirty tonight. Mike had a surprising way of getting what he wanted.

After a few more minutes of servicing Mike's ass, Cindy looked back at me from between his legs with a smirk and remarked, "See, I can be a good girl." 

"You nasty little slut," I said, holding her chin up after scolding her with a playful slap across her damp face. "There's only one thing to do with you, and you've been asking for it." I stood her up and turned her around to face Mike, pulling her arms behind her back and pushing her down onto his lap. "We're going to flood both of those holes you've been teasing us with." Pulling her head back by a handful of her hair and leaning close against her heavy breathing, I added, "And you're going to show us just how much you like it."

Mike slid back on the bed and got Cindy into a kneeling position. She straddled his waist while he held her hips in place and lined her up with the bulbous mushroom at the head of his cock, holding her hands behind her back. Pulling her down onto his lap, he sunk in and bucked up, plowing into her cervix. Still reeling from the abrupt change of positions, she squealed when he bottomed out inside her. 




Turning Twenty Ch. 02



The squeal trailed off into a whimper that rose and broke into a series of yelps as Mike held her up and began drilling her from below with sharp, rapid thrusts. Excited by the rough handling and anticipating her first double penetration, Cindy provoked us, crying out that she needed to be taught a lesson, begging both of us to fuck her. 

"You'll get it, baby," I promised her. She wanted it badly, so I decided to take my time. Leaning down to prime her ass with my fingers and tongue, I had a candid view of what Mike was doing to her. I watched her furrow split open each time he stabbed inside and could feel his shaft slide back and forth when I buried my thumb deep in her ass and worked it around inside.

It wasn't long before Cindy's asshole was just loose enough let two of my fingers pass inside. Wanting my cock to stretch her out the rest of the way, I rose to my knees and moved close, my legs outside Mike's but inside hers. I made sure her knees were spread wide and pushed her shoulders down to raise her bottom a little. "Give Mike a taste of his ass," I said, wanting her mouth to be busy so that I could hear her stifled moans when I entered her. 

She dipped her tongue into Mike's mouth, kissing him passionately as I held my thick member by the stem and pressed the tip against her dirty chute. After a moment's pause the initial resistance gave way and the broad head slipped past the slackening threshold of her back door. Her tongue down Mike's throat, Cindy purred deeply as I felt the slick ring of her ass tighten around the length of my shaft as it sank inside. 

I knew that she needed a moment to get used to the sensation of being sandwiched between two men, both holes stretched wide, but the tightness and warmth of her ass was overwhelming. I could feel Mike through the thin barrier separating his cock from mine. 

Intoxicated by the sensation of being inside Cindy alongside another man, I thrust hard and plunged myself deep, her supple bowels pinching the length of my cock.

Reaching back to grasp my thigh, she screamed aloud while Mike and I alternated our motions, clenching her hips with trembling hands and holding them aloft, pumping in and out of her in turn. We lingered in this delicious position for some time, eventually slowing down and allowing Cindy to guide our speed and rhythm. After awhile we resumed control, trading places by turning her over so that I could have her pussy while Mike finally took a turn at her ass. 

With some satisfaction, I noticed that between Cindy's slim legs and tight buns, both holes yawned open, sloppy and raw. Her usually snug, dewy slit glistened open like a flower left out in a rainstorm. The dark little nook between the globes of her ass had been fucked into a pouting, scarlet rosebud.

When Mike and I swapped positions we buried ourselves up to our balls in a single stroke. Positioned above Mike, facing me, Cindy rested her delicate ankles on either side of my neck as I held her in place between the two of us. She had finally gotten used to being double-stuffed and whimpered desperately each time we stabbed inside. 

Pulling her head back against his, feeding two of his fingers into her mouth, Mike grimaced and whispered, "You've got a hungry ass, little girl...It's so deep in there..." 

When I felt his balls swing up and slap my shaft as he drove inside, I knew that he was feeding every last inch of his generous cock into Cindy's bunghole. Realizing how loose we had made her and seeing how much she loved it drove me close to the edge again, and I could tell by his pained groans and violent thrusts that Mike was approaching another climax. Knowing that we were both on the brink, I looked at Cindy and said, "You're going to make us cum, you little cock-tease. Where do you want it?"

Between gasps, she replied, "All over my mouth...I want to swallow both of you..." Mike and I wasted no time pulling out and lifting Cindy down from the bed and onto her knees. We stood on either side of her and brought our cocks up to her mouth, which she eagerly filled first with one and then the other. 

After passing her tongue back and forth between Mike's head and mine, Cindy ran it from the hole at the tip of his cock down to the bottom of his sack, sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time with loud, greedy slurps. I watched her rise up to finish cleaning her ass off of Mike's swollen tip and stroked myself the rest of the way. 

It didn't take long. "Open up, baby...," I muttered, running the tips of my fingers up and down the length of my shaft and grabbing a handful of Cindy's hair. Gripping the back of her head, seeing the pink flash of her outstretched tongue and those big brown eyes, I brought her face close and, with a roar, shot a long, thick strand of spunk across her open mouth. 

Despite having cum twice already, Mike had obviously been holding off with some effort, and watching me drizzle Cindy's open mouth was more than he could stand. Visibly pained, he lined his head up next to mine, brushing my tip as he guided it past Cindy's glistening lips where it jerked up and spat twice inside, the fat bulb bursting with a pulse of foggy, knotted rope from its rosy tip. She held her head back to let us watch it splash and catch against the back of her throat. 

Mike shuddered, groaned, and wrapped his free hand around Cindy's throat while his orgasm subsided. She gagged a bit at first, then closed her mouth and swallowed hard. Still looking up at us, she ran her tongue across her lips and swallowed again while we wiped our softening pricks across her blushing, dimpled cheeks. I gently laid my hand along the curve of her face. "How does that taste, sweetheart?" I asked, finally having gathered my senses.

Cindy was playing with what had missed the mark, gathering it up from her chin and licking her fingertips clean. Her round, delicate mouth twisted up into a smile. "Yummy...like two different flavors of ice cream. I hope we can do this again sometime." She had one arm around Mike's leg and one around mine, holding us close. 

I looked over at our guest, who had begun stroking Cindy's hair affectionately. I had little doubt that he would object to that proposal. "It's fine with me. Would that be too much to ask, Mike?"

"Well," he said, still looking down at Cindy, "I have a birthday coming up soon myself..."


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