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Cindy

By: Patrick



CINDY: Finally succumbs to her feelings for her brother

I remember when I was about 12 and we had just moved house, I discovered that one of my dolls had disappeared. It wasn’t a particularly important doll, in fact I couldn’t remember playing with it for many, many years, it just sat in my room taking up space, but as soon as I realized it was missing I was totally devastated! Suddenly that doll took on enormous importance, and for days I was almost inconsolable, even my older brother John, who I used to go to in the absence of my father for a shoulder to cry on, was unable to calm me down. 

To this day I remember the way he held me and rocked me back and forth and whispered soothing words in my ear, telling me the sun would still come up in the morning and I’d still be the same beautiful girl … that comment stopped the crying for a moment as I wondered at the fact that he thought I was beautiful …. but it soon resumed, and he held me and rocked me some more, then carried me into my room and laid me on the bed.

I hung on to his neck like a limpet, not wanting him to leave, and eventually he lay down beside me and held me tight, stroking my hair and my face and my back, and at one point lightly brushing his hands over my buttocks, an action that sent strange heat coursing through me, although I didn’t understand why. Then he told me that sometimes in life we don’t realize how much we care for something or someone until we no longer have them in our lives, which was why it was important always to acknowledge our feelings and express them whenever we could.

I guess those words didn’t mean much to a 12 year old, and perhaps I forgot them all too quickly, but suddenly I’d been reminded of them by the letter I was reading and by the incredible feelings of loss that were racing through me. The letter was from my brother John telling me that he was planning to get married, and would be arriving shortly to introduce his wife to be to the family. 

Suddenly I knew how much he meant to me, how much he’d probably always meant to me, I remembered all the times I’d slip onto his lap when I needed comforting, and call him daddy .. because I had no daddy of my own .. and he’d hold me and stroke me just like that time when I was 12. The fact that he was only 3 years older than me didn’t seem to count, he was my brother and my daddy all rolled into one, the one I always went to with my problems. Much more so than with mom who was often too busy working.

I remembered the time I came home crying from a party when I was 16 and he was in the lounge room watching some videos and I threw myself onto his lap and hugged him close. I didn’t even notice consciously, his deep blush, his hurried grab for the remote control to turn off the video, or that his lap seemed unusually uncomfortable, I just held him and howled, hugging him tighter and tighter, waiting for him to hold me and stroke me and make me feel better, and eventually he did. 

Later, in my bedroom I had a vague recollection that at some point his right hand had slipped from my shoulder, and just for a moment cupped and stroked my left breasts, and although my body reacted and responded to that memory and I felt incredibly turned on, I quickly tossed the thought aside, and told myself it was just my overheated imagination.

I was lying on my bed reading his letter, and suddenly the memory of that night was fresh and real, and I felt my nipples harden and my pussy start to become wet, and I was touching myself, eyes half closed, imagining that it was his hands again, and I suddenly exploded into an amazing orgasm that left me totally drained … and shocked … me and John? .. oh no .. that couldn’t be right! I mean, I had been happily married for over ten years and John, well he was soon to be married too. But the more I lay there thinking about it, the more I realized how much I loved him …but more shockingly .. how much I wanted him sexually, and probably always had.

I groaned to myself, oh no. it couldn’t be, and anyway, he probably didn’t feel that way about his little sister at all and that night had just been my imagination, and I hadn’t seen him in a lot of years and things would be different and we’d both changed. All these things raced through my mind as I tried to convince myself that what I was feeling was just an aberration, a reaction to the unexpected news in his letter, a reaction to the feeling of having lost .. or was about to lose .. something that was more important to me than I’d realized, but it didn’t seem to help, my body had suddenly taken on a deep ache, and as my fingers once more delved between my pussy lips and stroked my clitoris, I cried out his name as if he were there, “John, John, yes, yes, oh don’t stop!!” …. and then exploded wildly once again!!

Over the next few weeks, as John’s visit came closer I seemed to settle down, focussing on all the arrangements that needed to be made. My husband, Jason, had agreed that they should stay with us, rather than with my mom who only had a very small unit and I was delighted, though a little scared, when John rang through and said they’d be delighted to take up our offer. Damn, just hearing his voice after all this time brought those memories flooding back again, the memories and the feelings! and as soon as the call was over I was naked under the shower trying to cool down, but masturbating furiously!

And then the great day arrived, and John arrived with Felicity who was absolutely gorgeous, a stunning blonde, tall and athletic, and of course I hated her at once … grin…actually I didn’t, I found I got on very well with her, but there was a part of me that resented the fact that she was going to have ‘my’ John! For the first couple of days everything was hectic, with visits to mom, and shopping and showing them around and lots of meals and laughter, so John and I hardly had a moment to exchange any personal pleasantries. Then on the third morning I saw Jason off to work and went back to bed and slept a little more, finally arousing about 9.30. I grabbed a slow shower, dried off and slipped on my short bathrobe and headed off to the kitchen, completely forgetting that there were other people in the house. I didn’t forget for long! I walked into the kitchen and found a smiling John half way through his bowl of breakfast cereal and orange juice, I laughed, “A far cry from the McDonalds you used to scoff for breakfast, you on a health kick!” I said.

He joined in the laughter, “Well, maybe just a little, can’t keep on putting weight on and not do anything about it” he said, patting his almost flat belly.

I shook my head, “You’re crazy, you’re just as athletic now as you were when you were at High School” I said.

He half bowed, then grinned and slowly and quite deliberately let his eyes roam up and down my body, “Mmmm, and you look every bit as beautiful and sexy as you were at High School” he said.

I felt myself turn bright red, and covered it up by asking if he needed another drink , and when he nodded I opened the fridge and bent down to get the bottle from the lower shelf. As soon as I heard his sharp intake of breath I remembered that I didn’t have anything on under that robe, and I froze, god, how could I face him, how could I go near him to pour his drink .. how? Then I realized that I was only making things worse because I was still bent over and I could literally feel his eyes burning into my naked ass. I decided to try to pretend like nothing had happened, so I straightened up, pasted an incredibly false smile on my lips, and turned and walked towards him.

He watched me come, his eyes slightly glazed, his mouth so dry he kept on having to run his tongue over his lips to wet them, but he didn’t speak until I was standing alongside of him, “Wow, I was wrong” he whispered, “You’re even more beautiful and sexy than when you were at High School”

I playfully clipped his ear, “Enough of that, that’s no way to speak to your sister” I said.

He ginned widely, “Oh, would you like me to speak to you the way I always used to?” he asked.

I frowned down at him, “Oh, and how was that?” I asked.

He pushed back his chair and reached out with his hand to clasp me around the waist, and pulled me down onto his lap, “Like this, sis, like we always used to talk, with you on my lap holding me and me stroking you” he said, in a peculiar strained tone.

“John, no, we mustn’t” I stammered, “What if Felicity comes in”

He chuckled, “Oh, she is a real health freak and has already gone off for her weekly Gym session, she wont be back for hours, so don’t tell me you’ve forgotten and don’t tell me you didn’t used to enjoy it” he said.

I groaned and squirmed a little, trying to loosen myself from his grip, but I found my struggles unexpectedly weak, and all I succeeded in doing was loosening my robe and pulling it upwards, so when I looked down I gasped in anguish at the sight of my naked pussy totally revealed. If John hadn’t noticed before, my gasp and the direction of my eyes quickly alerted him to it, and I heard him groan, “God, sis, but you are absolutely stunning” he whispered, hotly, and right before my eyes he dropped his hand to my thigh and started to stroke me slowly, moving closer and closer to my pussy.

“Oh, John, please, we mustn’t” I pleaded, but made no move to cover up or to push his hand away.

“Damn, Sis, do you remember that night you came back from the party and caught me looking at sexy videos? God, I was so hot, and when you sat on my lap I nearly went ballistic, it was so hard to pull back that night, I remember slipping my hand on to your breasts and waiting for you to slap me, and when you didn’t, oh god I nearly came in my pants” he whispered hoarsely.

I gasped, “You did!! I .. I thought I only imagined it” I said.

He looked at me and grinned, “Oh, so you do remember, and do you remember how good it felt too?” he said, and as he spoke he moved his hand up and slipped it inside my robe and cupped it around my naked breast. “This is really what I wanted to do that night, but I didn’t have the courage, Mmmm, they are every bit as firm and exciting as I knew they’d be” he whispered.

“But .. but…you’re going to get married” I stammered.

He chuckled hotly, “And you’re already married” he responded, “But can you tell me you want me to stop?, can you tell me you don’t want me to touch you like this?” and he rolled my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a shudder right through my body. “Maybe it’s because I’m getting married that I need to get this off my chest once and for all, I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, wanted to look at you, wanted to touch you, wanted to hold you, wanted to love you, sometimes I thought maybe you felt the same, and other times I knew I was just a substitute for dad, but that didn’t matter, the fact I got to hold you was almost enough … almost, but not quite!”

I stared, deep into his eyes, “I didn’t know, I didn’t realize” I mumbled, “But .. sometimes .. I felt something too, oh yes I remember that night, but I thought I’d only dreamed that you touched my breasts” I said.

“And did that thought excite you?” he whispered, with some urgency in his voice.

I hesitated, feeling the flush starting to roll over my face, “Yes” I whispered so quietly, that he couldn’t really hear .. or pretended not to and asked me to say it again ..I lifted my eyes to his again, “Yes” I said, more loudly.

His hand squeezed my breasts and he leaned forward and brushed his lips over mine, “Oh, I’m so glad, I was so afraid I was going to make a complete fool of myself” He said, the relief heavy in his voice. 

I lifted my hands to his face and cupped it, “Oh, John, you could never make a fool of yourself with me … ever!," and I kissed him, long and deep. Both of us started to shake and shudder as something seemed to explode between us, and when we broke apart we were both staring wide eyed.

“My god, what was that?” he whispered.

I smiled, “Do you remember comforting me over my doll when I was 12, and saying that sometimes we didn’t know what we loved until it was lost, so it was important to express what we felt whenever we could? Well I think we both just realized how much love we have for each other and how much we both want to express it fully” I said.

His eyes widened even more, “You mean? …” he gulped.

I slipped from his lap and stood up, and as he stared up at me wide eyed, I reached up and slid my robe form my shoulders and allowed it to cascade to the floor, “Oh god, Cindy” he groaned as his eyes swept over my completely naked body for the first time, “Oh god!”

“Take a good long look, John, is this the way you’ve always dreamed of seeing me?” I asked softly.

“Yes, oh god yes, but .. I never thought?” he stammered.

“Now it’s not a dream any more, and nor is the rest” I whispered.

“The rest” he gulped again.

I reached down and pulled him to his feet, and slowly led him into my bedroom and lay down on the bed, “If there’s a time to pull back, John, it’s now, because once you touch me, it will be too late, there’ll be no stopping until we’ve expressed everything, …fully and completely!” I said, huskily.

For a long, long moment he looked down at me, drinking in every inch of my naked surrender, and I had the terrible thought that he was going to pull back, but then he lifted his T shirt over his head and tossed it aside, and as I watched avidly, he unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them off. I sucked in my breath as I saw the mountainous bulge in his pants, then they were being peeled down too and my inbreath became a massive gasp as his rampant cock sprang forth. Damn he was BIG!, long and thick and throbbing like crazy, and I couldn’t help myself, I lurched upright and wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking him hotly up and down, “Oh yes, John, oh god yes, I want this, I want you” I cried as I cupped his heavy balls, and leaned even further forward to brush my lips over his cock head, and he moaned and shuddered.

Then he was beside me on the bed and his hands and his lips and his tongue were everywhere on my body, and my hands and lips and tongue were everywhere on his. Years of deep seated frustration poured out as we literally mauled each other, eager not to miss one single solitary inch, oh yes, oh yes, the feel of his hands on me at last, everything I’d dreamed about and more, and he seemed to feel the same.. As I drew his big cock into my mouth inch by slow inch, he bucked and heaved like crazy, and I did the same when he took my swollen clit between his lips and sucked on it frantically, lashing it with the tip of his tongue, and I was cumming … and he was cumming!! .. his hot cum shooting hard down into my throat and my juices cascading down over his lips and face, and we both went wild! we sucked each other until we were dry, then switched around and just held each other the way we had done all those years ago, but this time it was different, no frustrations anymore, just the knowledge that we were sharing everything, that we were being totally open with each other at last.

We talked a little, reminiscing about some of those earlier times, cursing a little in a fun way the fact that neither of us had been aware enough, or plain courageous enough to do anything about it back then. And as we talked we stroked each other and interspersed that with light kisses, and soon we were both aroused again, his hard cock pressing against my inner thighs, lightly brushing against my pussy lips, and I rolled over, drawing him on top of me. his cock resting firmly now against my wet pussy, and he rubbed it up and down, coating it’s whole length with my juices, and began to moan.

The he lifted up and I reached between us and took his cock in my hand and guided it to the entrance of my pussy, and he looked deep into my eyes, “Are you sure?” he whispered, giving me one last chance to pull away from this ultimate act. My answer was to reach around and clasp his ass cheeks in my hands and pull forward hard, at the same time lifting my own ass cheeks off the bed and thrusting upwards. The result was to ram his big cock ball deep into my steaming pussy, and as he held it there very still, allowing me to adjust to it’s amazing size and girth I whispered hotly in his ears, “Oh yes, brother, I’m sure, absolutely one hundred percent sure, now fuck me! fuck me like you wanted to that night when I was 15! Fuck me like you’ve never fucked another woman in your life!!!!, FUCK MEEEEEEE”

I almost screamed that last part, and it galvanized him into action, drawing out and thrusting back in over and over again, harder and faster each time, and I’d never, never felt a cock like it! God he was so tight inside me, I lifted and arched, spread my legs wide and high, and my juices poured down to lubricate his thrusting cock, and it was like a rod of fire thrusting into me, “Yes, yes, Yes," I panted, “Oh god, John, so fucking good, give it to me, fill me with your cum, shoot your load into me!!” I couldn’t believe what I was screaming! I’d never said things like this to a man before, not even my husband, I was totally out of my mind.

But John didn’t seem to mind, in fact it seemed to spur him on and he fucked me harder and faster, “Oh yes, Cindy” he moaned, “Oh god you are so hot and tight, like your pussy was made for my cock, and I’m going to fuck you and fuck you until you beg me to stop … and then fuck you some more!”

“YES, YES, YES," I screamed, “JOHN, JOHN, JOHN! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!”

And he did, over and over again, until my body was a constant shuddering mess and I was babbling like an idiot, and he was CUMMING, oh god yes, he was CUMMING, like a steam train, shooting his hot cum so far up inside me I could practically taste it! And my body was dissolving, melting around his thrusting cock and his spurting juices, giving me feelings I’d never even read about, much less experienced!! and I was gone!! somewhere out into distant space!!

I don’t know how long it was before I became aware of a rather worried John, patting my forehead with a cold wet flannel, but I just reached up and drew his head down and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. Then we lay together and we talked some more, and we took a shower together, which was an incredibly erotic experience in itself, and we made love again, this time slowly and softly, and it was every bit as beautiful and powerful as the first time! there was certainly something to be said for sharing with your own brother…..grin …we parted company shortly afterwards, realizing that Felicity would soon be home from the gym, but we knew we’d be together again, sometime .. in fact we knew that whatever happened in our respective lives, we’d always come back together from time to time to share a magic that no one else could come close to giving us.

It’s called Brotherly Love...and you can’t beat it.

Cindy



As I lay masturbating in my bed, I choked off a sob of frustration. I had sworn I wouldn't torture myself this way any longer. But every night, I would see images of Cindy: her long blond hair tumbling down over her shoulders as she undressed. Her white undergarments from Sears (so I imagined) straining at the seams until she freed her flesh, just slightly chubby, from its clutches. And then, inevitably, my hand would stray below my navel.

I knew I had no chance with Cindy. One, I was not what I, or anyone, would call a babe. My figure is OK, but since I only wear baggy comfortable clothes, it's not a selling point. My breasts are just beginning to sag, but I suppose at 41 that's not too bad of a track record. Hair: short, boy's-cut, and brown ("mousy brown," as an aunt once said. We always remember those comments, don't we?). I do have good teeth, I've paid a lot for them. But my skin has seen too much sun, and I've been cursed with a hard face. Trust me, I'm not beating up on myself, I'm just being objective.

Cindy, on the other hand, was what ANYONE would call a babe. Late twenties, with blue eyes and long blond hair that she (annoyingly, to me) kept permed. A sweet, quick smile, a twang in her voice from Oklahoma. And, oh, those big, beautiful breasts, 38 if they were an inch, double d, firm and given to "headlights" when a cool breeze decided to blow. Though on the central California coast, it didn't get really cold. For which I was grateful. I didn't want her covering up those cotton K-Mart golf shirts, no no.

Cindy had never been in the classes I taught at the college, but I had spotted her on her first day, walking across the grass. I made a u-turn, deciding the faculty meeting could wait. It was hard not to stare at the firm muscles of her butt moving under her tight jeans, but I pretended I was only strolling in the same direction.

In the car park, my heart leapt as I saw her stop and chat with a girl I knew. The girl, Teresa, had been one of my best students the previous year. Teresa was Cindy's age, pretty in a bookish way. I had found her cute, but not worth risking my job and twelve years of postgraduate study to get into bed.

Because I'm quite obviously a dyke in my appearance, young women sometimes flirt with me in the government classes I teach. But I have a strong code of ethics, and I take the writings of Plato (which I teach in Civ 101) seriously. I have never once taken advantage of my position as professor; though I'm sure some of the girls wouldn't have seen it that way. Still, I practice what I preach. 

The problem is, I don't like girl bars and meat markets. My last sex was years ago, with a fellow postdoctoral student who was into new experiences. Now I hear she's teaching in a tiny village in India with no running water. I like new experiences, too, but I only go so far.

The day after I saw Cindy, I casually asked Teresa to coffee. It was all I could do not to come out and grill her, but I played it cool and eventually steered the conversation to the new students, mentioning that I personally knew one or two.

"Yeah, I know one, also," Teresa mentioned, sipping her latte.

"Really?" 

Her name was Cindy Chen. Chen by marriage, Teresa laughed. My heart sank. I quizzed Teresa as far as I dared: Cindy had been married five years. Before that she had been in the military, the Army, Teresa thought, but wasn't sure. My heart perked up. A girl's girl loves the armed forces! Or so I hoped. Cindy was in her first college classes. She had joined the military straight out of high school, and Uncle Sam was paying for part of her schooling, which was great because Cindy did not have much money.

"You two should meet," Teresa said. "She's really cool."

"Sounds good," I smiled. Sounded VERY good.

Two weeks later, I was impatiently drumming my fingers at the same café, even though I was ten minutes early. I had agonized over what to wear; I'd almost dressed up in a sexy black number, but realized that Teresa would immediately suspect what I was up to. And Cindy, too, maybe. So there I was in my usual crummy sweat shirt and sack pants, hungering for a glimpse of the valkyrie.

They arrived, right on time. But as soon as they sat down, Cindy was ill at ease. She answered my questions politely enough, but made no effort to talk. She mostly stared down at the cleavage between her beautiful, milky-white breasts. It was so hard for me not to stare, too. Finally I decided to be the one to exit first, pleading a heavy grading schedule.

"I knew you'd ask," Teresa grinned sheepishly when I casually (so I thought) asked her if everything was all right with Cindy. We were standing on the main quad a few days later, where I'd nabbed her on her way to class.

"It's just..." Teresa hesitated, glancing at her classroom building. She was running late. "Look, Professor MacKiddrick, you know I like you."

"I know," I answered, mystified.

"And I'm totally cool with you being, uh..." Oh no. I knew where this was going. 

"But," Teresa continued, "Cindy's from a small town. In Oklahoma, and all. And, well, she's just not comfortable... With..."

"Say no more," I smiled. 

"I think it's REALLY small-minded of her! I told her so, and I know she'd be the LAST person to be prejudiced or anything, racially, like that, but, there are certain things..." the girl jabbered, trying to cover up her embarrassment.

"Teresa, it's all right. Remember, the meeting was your idea," I said, feeling my cheeks burn at this half-truth. "I like Cindy but if she's not comfortable with my, er, lifestyle, that's fine." Oh, what an outright lie THAT was.

Teresa smiled. "I knew you'd be so cool about it. Listen, I have to run... Let's get together soon!" 

"Bet on it!" I shouted to her retreating figure. Oh well. That was that.

Or so I thought. Night after night, I was tormented with images of Cindy. Cindy removing her clothes. Cindy lying down. Cindy masturbating, crying out. And finally, of Cindy opening her arms to me as I joined her on her bed.

It went on for months. Cindy was all I could think about. Obsessed days, sleepless nights. It affected my work; my students asked why I was no longer writing comments on their papers. I gave everyone A's just to shut them up. Everyone was happy, except me.

"Cindy has some looking to do," Teresa said, testing her hot cocoa for hotness. We had become twice-a-month coffee buddies.

"Really?" I asked between clenched teeth. I'd avoided bringing up Cindy again. Then why was I meeting regularly with Teresa? BECAUSE I WAS A MASOCHIST, THAT'S WHY.

"Yeah," Teresa answered. She dipped her tongue into her drink and, satisfied, sipped it. "She's leaving her husband."

My world stopped. "Tell me," I said, dropping all pretense.

Teresa explained that Cindy and her husband had not been getting along for some time. He had squandered most of the money she had earned in the military. And recently he'd made the mistake of trying to hit her; but she was stronger than him, and well-trained. He had taken a trip to the emergency room, alone. Nonetheless, Cindy was moving out.

"The thing is," Teresa continued, "She doesn't have much money. She can only afford two hundred dollars a month for rent, and even that's stretching. She has a car payment on top of school fees and stuff."

"Uh huh," I nodded.

"And she doesn't want a roommate, she REALLY values her privacy. But for two hundred a month? I was like, 'Hello!' But she says she's going to find something. Good luck."

At that moment a friend of Teresa's stopped by and they began an animated chat; which was fortunate, because I was about to shout, Me! Me! She can live with Me! For free! God, I'll pay HER!

But I regained my composure. That night, I stayed awake in bed, for once not touching my body, but using my brain. Staring at the ceiling, I willed my mind to come up with a plan. And slowly, it did. 

The next day, after three hours of wandering the campus with papers under my arm, I spotted Cindy. I nearly sprinted across the quad to keep from losing her. I followed her into the library. She stepped to the front counter, and spoke to the librarian.


I made my move. Trying not to shake with nervousness, I approached and stood next to her, pretending to look for another librarian.

"Oh, hello Cindy," I said after she had received the reserve book she requested.

"Hello Professor..." Cindy struggled to remember my name.

"MacKiddrick. Don't worry, if you take my class, spelling it won't be an exam question."

She laughed, and I breathed a sigh of relief that that old joke worked. I set my papers on the counter, brushing her arm. The librarian, annoyed that I was ignoring him, moved on to someone else.

Glancing at her arm I'd touched, Cindy spotted what I'd wanted her to see: a flyer.

COZY ROOM FOR RENT. SMALL STUDIO. UTILITIES, WATER INCLUDED. BATHROOM. NEAR CAMPUS. $175/MONTH.

Cindy gaped. "Is that your ad?"

"Uh huh." I casually gave her the top flyer from its photocopied stack. My number and name were on little tear-offs at the bottom. I had fifty flyers. As if I was going to put them up all over campus.

"WOW. Hey, uh, you haven't rented it yet, have you?"

I studied her. She looked so nervous and eager. I wanted to eat her up. The reserve book she clutched was just brushing the underside of her breast.

"It's tiny," I warned. "You won't be able to fit much. It's only big enough for a bed... Well, not quite that small," I added hastily, fearing I'd gone too far.

"Is there a kitchen?"

"Unfortunately not." Her face fell. Pause. "But you can buy a hot plate at any drug store," I added casually. "And I do have a toaster oven that's fine for small casseroles, or whatever."

"Hmmm," she said, studying the flyer.

Please, please, please, I prayed....

"Okay," she suddenly piped. "I can get you first and last tomorrow, if that's okay."

"That's fine." I smiled. "But I'll need to do a little fixing up. Is Monday all right for move-in? You can give me the money then." 

"No problem." Cindy smiled back. 

"Sure you don't want to see it first?" She didn't. She said anything would be better than what she had at present. I gave her the address and left, walking on air. It was Thursday. I had three days.

Those three days were the most frantic of my life. The room in question was the basement of my house. It was only about twenty feet square, accessible from an outside door via the back yard. I called in sick Friday and spent all day moving my junk to the upper floors and shopping for a futon that fit the far wall perfectly. There was no desk, no chair. If she wanted to sit or lie down, she would have to use the futon.

Saturday, I made a very expensive trip to Circuit City, then stopped by Home Depot before racing home. On the opposite wall facing the futon was an antique heater, off to the side, next to the bathroom door. I removed and disabled the heater, since I didn't want to melt the little camera I was installing inside it. The microphone was tougher, but I finally managed to place it in a spot inside the heater where it was also invisible but could pick up almost any sound in the room. Some very sweaty and frustrating hours running wires up through the wall to my bedroom, another trip to Home Depot to match the paint when I replaced the heater and patched the wall, and I collapsed into bed at midnight.

Early to rise Sunday, I set up the satellite dish and receiver I'd bought, subscribed to a four-hundred channel service, and then blocked all but two: a deadly-dull weather channel, and a news channel that appeared to be only in Persian. Then, the fun part. I unwrapped a new DVD-burner, quickly scanned the directions, and began dubbing my ten favorite lesbian movies onto DVD. Ah, memories. They were all 1970s films, in wonderful soft focus, with full-figured girls who were vogue before damn Kate Moss came along. I realized with a start that Cindy was a throwback to that era: her big, natural breasts, long hair parted in the middle, slightly jagged teeth, big curvy behind... 

I realized I'd been daydreaming for half an hour. I got to work, foregoing the temptation to watch the movies as the DVD-burner recorded them from VHS tape.

Deep in my garage, I finally found what I had been searching for: old soft-core magazines of young women making love. They had been my first erotica, and perhaps sentimentally I thought Cindy would find them stirring, too. But where to stash them? I couldn't just leave them sitting on her futon. At the library, she'd seemed nervous enough. She was moving in with a lesbian. Cindy was no brain surgeon--that was the honest truth, from what Teresa had said, and my own impressions--but she wasn't completely naive, either.

After a lot of thought, in-between changing tapes, I finally decided. Taking the oldest, dustiest box in the garage, I deposited the well-thumbed magazines in it and placed it in the upper corner of the closet. 

At 3 A.M., the movies were all copied. I unwrapped a shiny new DVD multi-disc player and, once again scanning instructions, programmed it for sequential play, cycling uninterrupted. A moment of frenzy when I thought I didn't have the right connector to the signal box that fed all the channels into one cable, but I had it after all. Finally, I hauled my old television into Cindy's room and set it up next to the heater, facing the futon. I connected the cable. It worked. 

I couldn't sleep, which was just as well, since it gave me the energy to keep adjusting the view of the little camera inside the heater. I would run up to my bedroom, check the picture, run down, adjust the camera, run back up. Finally, it was perfect. The camera captured the entire futon, and most of the room. On my last trip down, as an afterthought, I disconnected the cable from the television. 

After dragging myself to Monday classes, I eagerly hurried home. One hour before she was due to arrive, I panicked. I'd never done anything like this before. I had completely abandoned my principles. It wasn't like me. I felt dirty. And what if she found the camera? I'd be fired, for openers. Probably go to prison. What's the penalty for this? Twenty years? 

With an effort, I calmed myself: YOU'RE IN TOO DEEP, I thought. YOU'VE ALREADY BLOWN MORE THAN FIVE GRAND. AND FOR WHAT? SO YOU CAN CHICKEN OUT AT THE LAST SECOND?

I did realize, though, that the magazines were perhaps too obvious. I went down to remove them; but instead, was inspired to be more subtle. I quickly scoured my bookshelves for old, tedious books that I could easily have forgotten about, and added them to the box, leaving the magazines hidden on the bottom.

As I closed the closet door with the box back in place, the front doorbell rang. Cindy. 

"That's all?" I asked, indicating her suitcase. She held the handle with both hands, leaning back. Her breasts were squashed up between her arms. Her cleavage looked like dessert.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I've got books and stuff, but I'll bring them over later."

"Of course," I said, ushering her inside. OF COURSE? What was I saying? With an effort, I suppressed my nervousness. "The room's this way." She followed me downstairs.

Entering, she glanced around uncertainly. "There's no desk?"

"No, sorry. There's no space for one. But you do have your own phone jack, over there. A big bookshelf, here. And you're welcome to this TV." She smiled, trying not to seem ungrateful for the dusty television. "But there's no reception," I added casually. "There's satellite, but the channels are weird. Sorry. You'll have to hook up the cable and give it a try." 

"That's okay. I need to study, anyway." She plopped down. "A new futon!"

"Yeah! I figured, if I'm renting my basement, I should at least have somewhere for my tenant to sleep," I laughed. 

"Thanks, Professor MacKiddrick. And that's my outside door, there?"

"Uh-huh. Here's your key. And call me Stacey." I smiled. "Street parking's easy to find around here. Help yourself to my kitchen upstairs, and anything else. I'm pretty easy to get along with."

"Sure." She was growing nervous; damn, I was staring at her body again. I made my goodbyes. As I ascended the stairs, I heard the key turn in her door's lock.

Upstairs, I watched on the monitor as she unpacked her clothes and set them into the closet. My pulse raced as she discovered the box; placing it on the futon, she hesitated before opening it. She pulled out one book, then two... Finally, she removed one of the magazines. Her mouth opened, and she dropped it back into the box as if it was red-hot. Hastily piling the books back inside, she stood and replaced it back in the closet. Oh, well.

That night, I eagerly awaited her undressing. But it was denied me. As she unbuttoned her shirt, she turned away and flicked the wall switch. Darkness. No window, of course. DAMN.

The next morning was better. After her shower, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Fetching clothes and underwear, she tossed the towel aside. Oh, what a magnificent sight. The money and trouble had been worth it: her breasts were firm and round, just as I knew they would be, the aureole a pale pink against her milky skin. Her blonde bush was beautifully thick, a dense triangle boundaried by strong thighs and the slightest bit of baby fat at the waistline. She bent over and her behind, full, round, magnificent, taunted me. It was over in five seconds; I resisted the temptation to re-play the video I had been recording of her. I knew, or hoped, there would be better things to come.

But as the weeks went by, it seemed as if there wouldn't be. All I had were brief glimpses of her dressing in the mornings; she evidently was a modest girl, undressing only in the dark. I knew, or suspected, that she masturbated quite a bit, since the microphone picked up her moaning late at night, in the pitch black. I was so frustrated I was beside myself. 

Then, finally... She connected the TV cable.

I arrived late one night, and grumpily sat at my desk to play back the afternoon's Cindy Cam. I didn't expect much; most of what she did was read on her futon. I'd grown accustomed to fast-forwarding.

But as I fast-forwarded, I stopped abruptly and hit "play". Yes, she was trying to move the television. She found the cable. And now... Yes, yes, she had connected it. 

Pushing the TV back, she sprawled, bored, on the futon before pointing the old remote. I heard a droning voice: "Low temperatures in the midwest tonight, followed by partly cloudy..." After a minute of that, she switched channels. Persian news. She squinted, confused. Huh?

She flipped channels again. I heard voices from THE TWO OF US, a seventies French movie with artistic pretensions and some very erotic scenes. The movie had just started; the girls were meeting each other. Cindy realized there were only three channels. She chose the movie.

As I watched Cindy watching the film, I savored her changing expressions: first, boredom. Then, interest, as she was pulled along with the story. Then unease, as the girls traded secret, longing glances in their all-girl's school. And finally, shock as the girls secretly began to kiss after lights-out.

I expected Cindy to switch off the TV immediately, but she surprised me. Her jaw fell, but she kept watching, glancing occasionally at the locked doors, as if worried someone would break them down and catch her. Perhaps because the French film was soft-core (no close-ups in the sex scenes), and full of beautiful music and cinematography, Cindy felt that what she was watching was art, not porn. Which, of course, it was. Ha ha ha.

At the end of the film, when the two girls are reunited and begin to make passionate love in a romantic hotel, Cindy's free hand began to stray, unconsciously, down toward her navel. It slowly slid past her belly button and inched, creeping, to the waistband of her jeans. Without realizing it, she traced a ever-so-light line back and forth at the edge where her jeans and shirt met. As the movie ended, she started, jerking her hand away. She quickly shut off the TV, killed the lights and went to sleep. 




Cindy



Two days later, she turned on the television again. This time, I caught it "live." She watched the weather channel for ten minutes, then actually watched Persian news for ten minutes, as if pretending that all she was doing was sampling each channel equally. Swallowing, she finally flipped to my special Girls Who Like Girls channel.

Her futon was folded to couch; she leaned back, splaying her knees wide. The film was TOGETHER, a classic from the early '70s about an aunt and niece who discover their feelings for each other. The scene Cindy had happened upon was where the aunt was slowly finishing the dishes, and the niece was preparing for bed, waiting for her.

Glancing at my other monitor, I saw what Cindy saw: the young girl, slipping out of her sun dress, combing her hair naked in the full mirror. Cindy exhaled, and suddenly stood up--oh, no, she was going to turn off the TV. But she only killed the light. She settled back on the futon, as before.

Maybe Cindy felt more comfortable in the dark; certainly she must have thought she was in complete darkness, as when she undressed. But the camera I'd bought was a top-of-the-line model. It was especially suited to low light; and the illumination from the TV was more than enough to render Cindy in crisp, clear color.

The niece was under the sheets; the aunt walked in, looked at her, and smiled. Of course, Cindy didn't know they were aunt and niece. If she did, she might have turned it off, for sure. All Cindy saw was an older woman slowly unbuttoning and removing her blouse, before pushing down her skirt. In her panties, she joined her smiling niece under the sheets, and they kissed.

As the two women made out and their hands moved under the linen, I watched Cindy's hand creep, upwards this time. She began to softly massage the underside of her breast, lightly at first, as if she was only scratching an itch. But as the women in the film grew more passionate, and the sheet was pulled down, Cindy began to massage herself harder, kneading, rubbing her nipple between thumb and forefinger under her shirt's fabric.

I reached under my own shirt and mimicked Cindy. It was so good. And then, it got better: Cindy sighed, with either despair or resignation, and unzipped her jeans.

As the aunt in the film sucked the girl's nipples, Cindy's fingers moved slowly over her plain white panties as her other hand continued massaging her breast. I quickly removed my own pants, trembling. The aunt's kisses travelled down the girl's tummy; she licked her navel. Cindy closed her eyes, turned her head, and slipped her fingers down under the elastic band of her panties.

Cindy kept her eyes shut, but the moans of the women spurred her on. I caught a glimpse of her blond bush as she forced her panties down farther, rubbing in ever-faster circles. A loud groan escaped her lips. She stopped, breathing heavily.

I realized I was masturbating, too. The orgasm hit me with ferocity, and I bit off a scream. I was afraid she would hear. When I opened my eyes, Cindy's room was dark. She had turned off the TV, and would soon be asleep.

The following days were beautiful. Cindy made a ritual out of turning off the lights, removing her clothes, settling on the futon and watching the girl channel. I stared, mesmerized, as her red fingernails stroked and teased through her thick blonde thatch of pubic hair, spreading her lips wide. Her tongue was bit between her teeth in a cute and sexy expression as she watched and masturbated herself to ecstasy. I wanted to kiss her face.

One afternoon, I got a shock. Reading on the bed-folded futon, Cindy abruptly snapped her textbook shut and rolled over. Standing, she opened the closet and retrieved the box. I grinned as she looked through the magazines.

Slowly, staring at an open magazine on the mattress, she began to remove her clothes. It was the first time she had ever undressed with the light on. Of course; she couldn't read in the dark. Naked, she settled onto her back, holding the magazine above her face with one hand and rubbing her labia .

Then, the surprise: she reached under the bed to retrieve what I first thought was a small flashlight. But no. It was a toy. So that's what was giving her those moans, I thought! Staring at a picture of two women kissing in a pool, she moved the toy over her vaginal lips, slowly, before gently inserting it inside.

I stared unblinking as the thing disappeared inside her, again and again. I never liked dildos or toys, myself; I always considered it a man's fantasy of what a woman enjoys. But it takes all kinds. As Cindy's strokes became deeper, she moaned, almost crying. Her torso began to shiver, jiggling her big beautiful breasts; the tremors extended to her entire body, and tears squeezed from her clamped-closed eyelids as she climaxed. Her arms fell to her sides, limp. After many seconds, she rolled on her side and curled up, fast asleep.

A few days later, to my surprise, she walked into the kitchen. She had never before entered "my" part of the house.

"Hi," she said uncomfortably. "Are you busy?"

I set my sandwich back on its plate. "Not at all. Sit down."

"I don't want to disturb your meal..." I persuaded her to sit at the table with me. She got to the point:

"It's about that heater in my room."

Outwardly I was calm, but inwardly I was shrieking with panic. She continued:

"It doesn't work. And it's getting a little chilly these days, and I was wondering if maybe there's a trick to turning it on..."

"Oh no," I said, breathing relief. "Please, don't waste any more time on it. It doesn't work, at all. But how about this: I'll get you a small space heater, today. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were cold."

"Only yesterday. Guess it's the winter coming." She smiled. "Thanks." She moved her chair back to stand up.

"Hey," I interjected. "You're from Oklahoma, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh." She sat back down.

"Well, I'm doing a study on government in Oklahoma. I'd appreciate it if I could pick your brain a little."

"Shoot, I don't know nothin' about Okie government. I wouldn't be..."

"No, no," I said, trying to make it up as I went along. "I'm more interested in the culture, the people. Government extends from the people, in a democracy. That's why each state government is different... They're different cultures... You can't understand the apparatus of governing unless you understand the people," I said, sounding ridiculous.

Only, it didn't sound ridiculous to her. "Sure, why, I never thought of that. Government extends from the people," she repeated. I wished I'd known all along that talking b.s. would make her so impressed. She added, "Well, I can tell you a little about the town I come from some time."

"Great. How about tomorrow? Say, after dinner. Just come up any time after seven, I'll bring my notes." She agreed, and went back to her room.

The next evening I waited for her in the living room, with piles of books, a pad of paper, and a tight t-shirt with matching skirt I'd bought that afternoon. 

"Hi," she said, stepping through the doorway. She glanced around, ill at ease. I had restrained myself: no fire in the fireplace, no wine, no romantic music. I'd come this far; the prize was near, oh so very near, and I knew that this was the crucial make-or-break moment. If I scared her, it was all over.

"Hi," I replied. "Just a minute, OK?" She nodded. I pretended to finish writing a long note, ignoring her. I felt her tension subside. Finally, I turned to her and smiled.

We spoke a long time. She told me of her town, the people who ran it, her family. Before we knew it, it was nearly midnight.

"Hey, it's late," I said. "How about we continue this tomorrow? I want to know more."

"Sure. Never imagined anybody'd be so interested in Rhonesboro. You want me to write anything up?"

"No no," I laughed. "This isn't school." AT LEAST IT ISN'T YET--FOR YOU, I thought wickedly. 

The next night, she told me more about her town and her family, gradually confiding more personal things. I heard about her first boyfriend, her second boyfriend, the crush who used her. She hadn't had much luck with men. 

"You sure this is helping you?" she asked. I nodded, and made a note.

The next night, I asked her if she was cold in the room we were in. "Well actually," she admitted, "I was thinking on getting a sweater from below. I'm not accustomed to this chilly California weather."

"If you think this is chilly, you should go to Massachusetts, where I'm from," I retorted. "Still, we can make a fire. You want to do it? I'm just finishing some notes." I indicated the wood stacked next to the fireplace.

She made a cheery fire in no time, and turned back with a smile. We sat on the floor. 

Our after-dinner conversations became a routine: at seven, she would enter and make a fire. I would have a bottle of wine ready. Cindy wasn't a "big wine drinking girl," as she said, but she learned to appreciate good red. And my wardrobe stayed tight. I spent easily a thousand dollars on flattering blouses, skirts and pants.

Gradually, I started to take up most of the conversation. I told her about the underpinnings of government; Cindy was very patriotic, and seemed surprised to learn that the true strength of the U.S. was in its constitution, not its military.

"The Roman Empire had the greatest army in its time. No one could come close," I told her. "But it fell. How? Not from outside, but inside. It didn't have a constitution, or even a bill of rights."

"Wow," she said.

As the weeks passed, Cindy began to ask me for advice: what classes to take, what career paths to consider, even what gym to join. I started to compliment her on things, not least of all her appearance; she would blush and smile. And when later I watched her masturbating in the privacy of her room, I wondered if she ever was thinking of me.

One night, we had had quite a bit of wine. It grew late, and our laughter died down. There was a silence, not an uncomfortable one, an easy lull between us. 

I noticed, to my surprise, she was staring at my cleavage. "Do you like what you see?" I teased, bending down to give her a better view. The wine had addled my discretion. It had addled hers, too.

"Yeah, I do," she said simply. "Stacey..." I always melted when she said my name, in her southern drawn-out way: Staaaaceeee.... "How... I mean, how did you know when you, you kind of liked girls?"

I laughed. Then I saw she was almost hurt. I quickly composed myself. "Well, let's see... I was twelve."

"Twelve!"

"Mm-hmmm. I was watching BEWITCHED. The TV show? And Elizabeth Montgomery's sexy witch sister appeared, all in black... And I thought, 'Oh yeah.'"

This time it was Cindy who nearly fell over laughing. "Naw..."

"Swear."

Cindy grew serious. "I just... I don't know how I'd be a, you know, lesbian." She quickly added, as if it were academic: "Isn't it hard for you?"

"I don't care what people think... But I have a theory. People like people. Sometimes, people like people in certain ways. And if that way is a kissing and touching way, and the people are of the same sex, that isn't necessarily being a lesbian."

"Uh-huh." She didn't get it.

"If a woman decides to make love to another woman," I explained, jettisoning subtleties, "That doesn't make her gay."

"No?"

"No. She might just do a one-time thing. Or she may be bisexual. Love-making between two women is a beautiful experience," I segued, deciding to let my instincts take over.

"Mn." Cindy looked down at her cleavage, just like the day at the coffee shop.

"Cindy, you have the most beautiful breasts. I haven't seen any woman who even comes close. It's the way you carry them, it's... It's just YOU. You're so beautiful," I gushed, unable to hold back any longer. "God, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

She was quiet for a long time, and I guessed I had gone too far. WELL, I'M NOT SORRY, I thought. IT HAD TO COME OUT SOONER OR LATER AND...

"Would you like to see them?" she asked quietly.

"...Yes."

She slowly pulled her shirt over her head, and let it drop onto the carpet. Not taking her eyes off mine, she reached behind and unclipped her white bra. It slipped down off her chest, and her firm soft breasts were there, right there.

"Come to me," I whispered.

She slid over on her knees, and we kissed, shyly. I unbuttoned my own shirt, and in a moment of bravado threw my bra into the fire. Cindy laughed; the tension was broken. We snuggled together, kissing, necking, warm chest against chest.

"I want to be in your bed," I breathed to her. "I want to be there, with you."

She nodded, and rose. I stood up also, and she took my hand, leading me down the stairs.

I left the door ajar; I wanted to see her, and there was just enough light. Kneeling in front of her, I unzipped her jeans and peeled them off. She brushed hair from my face; my hands slid up her hips and my fingers curled into each side of her panties. Slowly, oh so slowly, I pulled them down, as her magnificent blonde bush revealed itself . Cupping her buttocks, I pushed my face into her pubic hair, inhaling its clean hay smell. She gasped, and tried to spread her legs.

I rose awkwardly, fumbling with my belt. She collapsed onto the bed, waiting. As I ripped my pants off, I threw them at the heater, covering it. There would be no Cindy Cam tonight.

Scooting off my panties, I watched Cindy open her arms to me. I climbed onto the bed and embraced her, wondering if I was dreaming, if the beautiful, impossibly sexy woman of my dreams was really here. I ran my hands over the length of her, kissing her everywhere, listening to her gasps, feeling her wetness. I massaged between her legs, making out with her. Finally the moment arrived.

"I have to eat you now," I managed.

"Yes," she breathed. "I want you to."

I maneuvered down as she pushed herself up, onto pillows, almost sitting upright. I felt her fingers on my scalp as I kissed her knee. I moved down, sucking the tender flesh inside her thighs. I reached her wet crotch and opened my eyes to stare, again. Looking up, I saw she was watching me, her chest heaving with deep breaths.

Closing my eyes, I ran the tip of my tongue through every inch of her bush, pausing to kiss and lick the folds where I crossed them. She made sobbing sounds, and I could feel the urgency of her need. "It's so good, Cindy," I gasped. I wrapped my arms around her strong thick thighs and buried my mouth. 

I found her clitoris immediately, swollen and thrusting up like a pea. I sucked the angry little organ, flicking my tongue over it in an ever-faster tempo. My fingers entered her and massaged, twisting in and out. 

"Oh," she cried as her body began to shake. I held on tight; her shivering grew violent and I fought to hang on as her bucking threatened to break my neck. She was so strong! I ate her harder, and she gasped a moaning, animalistic sound. She tried to push me away, thrashing harder and harder. Suddenly, she screamed; it was overload. I allowed myself to be removed and I watched her body tremble, her eyes full of tears, as the last aftershocks of the orgasm left her.

I gently pulled her to me and kissed her tears away. I kissed her open mouth; she responded. Our kissing gained an erotic quality all its own as our mouths kept coming together, knowing each other. I raised up; she cupped my breasts and kissed one. I moved up more, letting her suck each nipple. 

Biting my lip, I raised myself up further. She kissed my belly button, flicking her tongue playfully in and out. I was straddling her chest. 

I deliberately moved my right knee up to her pillow. Then the left. She stared at my bush, small and well-trimmed, inches from her face. She hesitated, betraying doubt.

And then she kissed.

Another kiss, a long lingering one.

I moved my crotch down closer to her face. "Yes Cindy," I whispered. "Right there."

She ran her tongue lightly up over the slit, like an ice cream cone. And again. Slow licks. I reached down and grasped each side of her head firmly, and settled my legs tight. 

"Kiss me Cindy," I said softly. "Inside." Hesitating, she looked at my wet pussy before closing her eyes and sliding her tongue in. I groaned, moving my hips and stroking her hair. I bent over almost double, kissing her head. "More," I whispered. 

Her tongue pushed farther, bolder. It went deeper and deeper, until I could feel almost the entire thing. I crushed my pelvis into her face. She massaged my buttocks, and I felt my muscles cramp as orgasm knocked on the door.

"Oh yes," I wept into her ear. "Yes, just like that." I came, slowly, richly, savoring the incredible waves of heat that travelled from my vagina up my spine into my brain. Finally, I pulled off and collapsed next to her, shivering.

"Sweet Cindy," I whispered. My eyelids were so heavy. I spooned with her, wrapping my arms all the way around. I kissed her shoulder before succumbing to sleep. 

In the morning, I opened my eyes. She was gone. Oh, no. 

I checked her closet: empty, except for the box.

Rushing upstairs, naked, I saw a piece of paper on my kitchen table. It was ripped from my pad, addressed to me:

I DON'T REGRET IT. I JUST CAN'T STAY. SORRY. CINDY.

That was it.

The registrar at the college said she had dropped out, receiving partial credit for that semester's classes and a refund on her fees for the rest. Teresa said Cindy had gone back to Oklahoma. Teresa gave me a funny look, too.

When I checked the box in her closet, I saw that she had taken the magazines. That cheered me. I made up my mind.

In the back yard, I managed to open the rusty barbecue grill. On a bed of hot coals, I placed Cindy's tapes, one by one. 

Hopefully she would continue her education. Who knows, she'd even talked about getting a degree in government. Hopefully she would be O.K.

As I tossed the last tape onto the fire, I watched the foul-smelling finger of smoke drift east. Folding her note carefully, I slipped it into my wallet between the pictures of my mother and father. And I gasped, a small gasp of epiphany, as I realized the little plastic jacket was where I kept my loved ones.



Cindy



I knocked on the door, lightly, hoping against hope that it would not be answered. Cindy greeted me, smiling sweetly, with a typically unaffectionate kiss on the cheek, then took my coat and placed it in the closet. She turned back to me and smiled again, but this time it was one of her phony half-smiles that were always trite and contrived. She was wearing a medium-length, tight- fitting, jet-black skirt, with four inch slits on each side, and a long-sleeved, white, cotton blouse with the three top buttons undone to reveal more than a little of her lacy bra cups which were more than amply filled. Besides being well built, she was pretty and had a sexy air about her that attracted attention from men and women alike. 

"How are you today, BethAnne?" she asked with a honey-dewed drawl. 

"I'm fine, thank you," I replied curtly. I didn't reciprocate with the formality of asking how she was. I was "on loan" so to speak from Darlene, my Mistress, having disobeyed her one evening (I don't even recall my infraction, but it was serious enough, in her estimation, to require a weekend "correctional visit" to Cindy's "Playroom"). To say the least, I was not looking forward to this weekend, knowing Cindy's reputation for cruelty, and felt more scared without Darlene's presence as a buffer if things should get out of hand. 

She approached me from the closet like a tiger stalking its prey, then, upon reaching me, raised her hand to my chin and pulled my lower lip down, as if she were a mother about to discipline her teenaged daughter. My lip quivered at the touch. I know she could sense my fear.

"I promised Darlene a changed woman come the end of the weekend. When I am through with you," she continued, her eyes like hot embers staring into mine, "you will know the meaning of obedience, which you seem to forget from time to time."

I gulped. Trying to swallow when your mouth is completely dry is impossible. She then moved both hands to the sides of my shoulders, still looking directly into my eyes. "I think it is wise to begin your discipline sooner than later," she said with a wicked smile. "Are you ready, BethAnne?"

Afraid to answer lest I begin sobbing, I nodded affirmatively, my heart beating a thousand beats a minute. She massaged my shoulders, gently, almost soothingly, as her eyes trailed down the yellow sun dress I was wearing, pausing at my slightly heaving chest to examine the tight bodice. Since I wasn't wearing a bra (Darlene had ordered me not to wear one), my nipples poked out defiantly from the inside the thin cotton.

"I've always liked your body, sweetheart. It's nice and compact, jutting out in just the right places." Without warning, she moved her hands from my shoulders to the sides of my breasts, cupping them, then used her thumbs to brush my nipples into erection, reflexively, beneath the soft material. I closed my eyes, feeling the pleasure of the moment despite my growing trepidation.

"A girl with firm breasts like yours doesn't need to wear a bra," she husked, as she softly squeezed the conically shaped pears in the palms of her hands. 

Satisfied that she had aroused me slightly, she moved her fingers until her thumb and forefinger from each hand was tweaking my now turgid nipples. At first the sensation was pleasant, as she twisted each nubbin between her fingers, but soon she increased the pressure along with the twisting and my face began to contort in obvious pain.

"Does that hurt?" she asked, squeezing both nipples tightly.

"Yes!" I blurted, inhaling sharply as she pulled the nipples outward. I tried to turn my face away from her.

"This is too easy for you!" she exclaimed. Undo the front of your dress!"

The sun dress was a button-up-the-front type, from hem to neck, and I wasted no time in fumbling with the buttons in order to obey her quickly, knowing I did not want to give her any more reason to be cruel to me. In a moment, I was undone to the waist. Cindy boldly reached inside the split halves of the top of the dress and spread the bodice from side to side, exposing my bare breasts.

"Very nice," she said. "No sag. They just stand there, nice and proudly!" 

She had seen my breasts before, but never when we were alone. She leaned over slightly and took my left nipple between her pursed lips. At first she suckled it, running the tip of her tongue over the fleshy protuberance, finding nerve endings that made my body shiver uncontrollably. Soon, however, the suckling turned to nibbling, and finally to biting, softly at first, but then increasing in intensity until I cried out in pain.

"QUIET!" she ordered, pulling her head a few inches away from my already swollen nipple. "If you can't take a little hurt now, what will you do when things really get going. Do you want me to gag you?"

"No, please don't," I answered with a faint sniffle.

As she continued to bite my nipples, taking turns from side to side, she pushed the sides of the bodice over my shoulders and half-way down my arms, then left it there, pinioning my arms to my side. The torture lasted perhaps five minutes, but it seemed like hours. I held back, with all my might, and didn't utter another sound, save some heavy breathing, despite the suffering I was going through. When she finally finished, my nipples were sore and swollen, but they continued to tingle pleasurably as soon as the pain dissipated.

She then pulled my bodice back over my shoulders, leaving my breasts exposed, but freeing my arms. "I think we need a little closer 'inspection' of that sweet little body before we get on with the formalities. Go into the living room and stand there for a moment," she said, pointing to the center of the room.

She left my blouse wide open, my breasts naked and crudely exposed. I moved into the living room, fearfully, having no idea what to expect from her. She followed behind me, then sat down in a high-back, velvety-cushioned arm chair, facing me. She crossed her legs, slowly and purposefully, and noted, I am sure, that my eyes glanced furtively at the action, catching a nice glimpse of her long, sleek, prettily stockinged legs.

"What is there about you that gives you such a sexy look, BethAnne? Even without your tits hanging out like that you look so enticing. I'm really looking forward to this weekend. Clasp your hands behind your head--I want to see those breasts poke out some more."

Moving my hands in back of my head made me feel even more exposed. I wanted to crawl into the soft carpet beneath my feet and disappear. I never minded displaying myself for Darlene, as she often made me do, but Cindy's calculated and cold manner only heightened my feeling of nakedness as I stood before her, staring over her head, afraid to look into her eyes. I felt her staring at me for what seemed like an eternity. My fingers fidgeted nervously all the while, wondering what might happen next. I soon found out. 

"Such a gorgeous body. I want to see more of it. Unbutton the rest of your dress and loosen the belt," she commanded.

My face flushed as I moved my hands first to the thin leather belt, nervously fumbling with it until it came undone, then leaned over slightly to take care of the three remaining buttons on the lower half of the sun dress. Without being told, I straightened back up and clasped my hands once more behind my head. 

My light, cotton dress was now opened from top to bottom, although, thankfully, for at least a moment, my actions had moved the top halves of the dress over my breasts. I was glad I had worn a half-slip and pantyhose; their presence made me feel less revealed to her lustful stares, though I knew it would not be long before Cindy would soon find a way to eliminate what little humility remained. 

She was being slow and deliberate, making my humiliation all the more unbearable. "Mmm, the more I see, the more I like," she said softly. "But I think things would look even more pleasant without the slip. It gets in the way of your pretty legs. Take it off, BethAnne, and give it to me."

My face reddened once more as I drew the silky white material over my hips and, bending over, lifted each leg, in turn, to whisk it completely off. This time I looked right at her as I moved forward a few feet and handed her the garment. She smiled appreciatively as she took it from me and folded it neatly over her lap. 

Remaining near enough to her that our toes were almost touching, I resumed my position, this time knowing the front of my pantyhose and most of my legs were pretty well exposed to her unending stares. Somehow, I felt more humiliated than if I had been standing there stark naked, which I assumed would soon be the case anyway. Without a word, she leaned forward and thrust her hands inside the split halves of my dress, placing her fingers over my hips.

"Your body is perfect, BethAnne," she said thickly, squeezing her fingers, gently kneading the area close my upper buttocks, over the top of my pantyhose, before moving her hands all the way behind me to test the resiliency of my ass. I looked down at the top of her head. Her short, dark hair was right next to my tummy. Her skirt had ridden more than half way up her pretty legs, all the way, in fact, to the darkened circle near the top of her stockings. Had she been leaning back, or had I been standing further from her, I am sure I would have had a pleasant view all the up her slightly parted legs. 

Despite my predilection for submission, I am also a lesbian; I guess I always have been and I know I always will be. I was not offended in the least, therefore, when Cindy stood straight up, wrapped her arms around my back, still inside my opened dress, and plastered her warm body against me. Reflexively, willingly, without reservation, I returned the kiss she began giving me with an equal amount of passion and conviction. I wanted her to be close to me, even right at this highly embarrassing moment, more than anything else in the world. 

When her tongue sought my mouth, I accepted it greedily, playfully fought it with mine, then moaned softly as she moved her pubic mound seductively back and forth across mine, grinding herself into me. I dropped my hands from behind my head and embraced her warmly, pulling her closer. Surely she felt my passion, my desires, my needs. 

She broke the kiss long enough to husk, "Give me all of your tongue, you little whore!" 

I pressed my tongue past hers, as deep into her mouth as it would go. I was purring like a kitten now, flowing along subconsciously, getting ever deeper into the abyss she was creating for me. In the back of my mind, perhaps, I thought that the weekend might turn into a prolonged bout of female to female delights, which I would have readily accepted. Perhaps that is why gave myself so freely to her, drifting further and further into her spidery web.

I felt her sliding my dress over my shoulders. It fell silently to the floor behind me. "Take your pantyhose off," she whispered, and we broke our embrace long enough for me reach inside the elastic top of the hose and push it down, over my hips, then down my legs. When I stood up, I was left with only my tiny, white, bikini-styled undies.

"My panties, too?" I asked timidly, hoping inside she would agree.

"Yes, BethAnne, be naked for me," she husked.

In seconds I was standing there in my birthday suit, and she drank in my nakedness only briefly before we resumed holding and kissing each other. Our bodies seemed to meld together, and I wanted nothing more than to feel her warm skin rather than her clothing against mine. Her fingers roamed all over my back, down to my buttocks, then back up, then back down, scratching lightly, kneading gently. I could feel the warmth inside my loins growing with each passing moment. The juices were beginning to flow freely now, and I wanted so badly to feel her tongue or finger--or anything--inside me.

It was too good to last long, and it didn't. I had been sent to Cindy's for "correction" and, to my dismay, she was merely "warming me up" for her own lustful desires. She broke the embrace abruptly, then stood back, looking flushed from the experience, but she had an almost wild look in her eyes.

"Did you think you were sent here for pleasure?" she asked with a sneer.

I came quickly out of my reverie. "No, mistress," I haltingly replied.

She sat back down in the chair, then ordered me to turn, slowly, in a circle before her. I had never felt so naked in my life. I was afraid to look at her. My heart was pounding inside my heaving chest. My face was crimson in color, and the hue seemed to drift down my entire body. I am a blond--a natural blond--and my pubic hairs, though somewhat sparse in growth, are only a shade darker than the long, straight hair on my head. She made me stop turning when I was once again facing her, and she seemed to be completely fascinated with my pubis.

"Beautiful. . .just beautiful," she said softly, staring intently at my lower abdomen. Once more, I wanted to crawl into the floor. She made me keep my hands clasped behind my head the whole time, though I wanted so badly to cover myself with my arms and hands.

Cindy leaned forward and ran her fingers through my pubic hair, at first only at the very top, but then ordered me to open my legs wider. I looked down and watched momentarily as her hand foraged between my open legs, beneath my sex, before I closed my eyes in fear. Had she inserted a finger between the puffy lips of my pussy, she would have found a completely soaked entrance to my house of pleasure, the result of our recent but too soon interrupted foreplay. Instead, she merely brushed her fingertips along the length of my sex, feeling the silky softness of the hair which adorned it.

"Your pussy is so beautiful! I think this is going to be a real fun weekend," she sighed. 

She played with the pussy hairs for several more humiliating moments, never once doing anything other than lightly grazing over my burgeoning clit and never, unfortunately, insinuating a finger into my steaming vagina. She seemed content to play finger music only on the golden curls while I waited, even hoped, for the penetration of my sex which never occurred. Instead, having had her fill of my downy-soft curls, she withdrew her hand from between my legs and bade me turn around to display my posterior.

I am not one to brag, but I am proud about rather nice behind. Those who have seen it, just as Cindy was doing now, have expressed their compliments over its perfectly sloping curves; its firm, muscular feel; its alabaster whiteness; its perfect roundness. Because I know how nice it looks to others, I often wear clinging jeans or cut-offs to show it off, and I delight in watching heads turn-- male and female--when I walk by someone on the street or in a shopping mall. 

In short, I have a beautiful ass, and Cindy was not unmindful of that as she leaned forward in her chair to examine it even more closely--first hand, so to speak. She moved her left hand around to the front of my body, resting it flat against my abdomen, just above the pubic curls, and brought her fingers to my right buttock. I shivered reflexively as she scratched the area lightly with her fingernails, from top to bottom, and then in a delicious semi-circle that sent chills all the way up my spine. 

I love to have my ass played with, to be scratched lightly, just as Cindy was doing, to be massaged firmly, even to be spanked...and, yes, I must admit, or whipped. It has always been a very sensitive part of my body, sometimes even more so, believe it or not, than my clit or nipples. I've never gotten off having someone play with my ass like Cindy was doing now, running her fingers up and down lightly inside the dividing crack, but I have found such gentleness to be a highly erotic stimulant during foreplay, and I've always let my lovers know, by word or gesture, that I enjoyed any and all attention they might bestow on my posterior.

When Cindy leaned down even further and planted a deliciously tender kiss on my right buttock, I gasped out loud. She seemed to know, intuitively, just what to do and just how to do it. "I like your ass, BethAnne," I heard her whisper. "I can see why Darlene leaves it unmarked."

She was right. Darlene loves to whip my behind, and I love her to do it, but she is always careful to use methods, while still painful (sometimes extremely so!) that leave no permanent damage to the skin surface. No matter what was to happen this weekend, I knew Cindy would honor that, even as I felt her begin to knead the firm fleshiness with her fingers, at first almost soothingly, increasing the desires building to a crescendo in my loins. The gentleness soon gave way to more incessant, and finally more painful squeezing as she dug her fingernails into my ass and made me cry out in pain.

I knew the time had come for her more serious plans. She ignored my cry and slapped her palm hard--really hard!--over the already reddened area. I cried out again, only to receive just as painful a blow to the opposite side, and I soon realized that my cries of pain were the driving force behind her loudly cracking spanks. With all my might, I held back my cries, despite the nerve- wracking pain, and the blows softened commensurately. They didn't cease altogether--she reddened my entire ass as well as my hips and upper thighs until her hand become tired--but my stoic silence kept me from getting anything as hard as the first two blows.

Cindy finally sat back in her chair, quietly surveying her handiwork. My buttocks felt like they were on fire. The skin on my ass tingled all over. It was, to tell you the truth, not as unpleasant as it might sound. The afterglow of a good spanking or a whipping has always given me warm sensations, making the pain worth the pleasure. I prefer my spankings over someone's lap (that is Darlene's favorite position for me as well), maybe because the skin over the ass is made more tight, and thus more susceptible to pain. Cindy had done more than an adequate job, however, and with each deep breath I reveled in the delightfully sweet tingles of the nerve endings.

She broke my reverie once more, like a thief in the night, robbing me of my pleasures. "Drop your hands down and spread your cheeks!" she ordered.

With only the slightest hesitation, one that fortunately went unnoticed, I reached back to my glowing buttocks and opened myself up for her, exposing my pink, crinkled anus, my tiny 'O'. She slumped down in the chair to get a better view of my most private area, but soon became unsatisfied with her vantage point. 

"Bend over more!" she commanded, her voice as thick with lust as it had been the entire evening.

Opening my legs even wider to gain support, I bent over at the waist and, still holding the lower ass cheeks apart, gave her a totally unobstructed view of my tiny rosebud. She studied it as I raised my head up and looked forward, eyes wide open, mouth agape, wondering when she might do something with the grossly exposed opening. 

"You're not opened enough!" she exclaimed, and I used my fingertips to expose myself to the limit, stretching the anus, almost opening it for her.

"That's still not good enough," she said. "Go over to the coffee table and lie down on your side. 

I released my hold on my ass cheeks, straightened up, and moved gingerly to the bare, mahogany-colored table in front of the sofa. I felt awkward, using my arms for support in sitting, and then reclining on the cold, hard wood. To accommodate the table's small size, I curled up the fetal position, knees bent toward my chest, with my bare ass conveniently facing the light-blue sofa.

Cindy stood up and moved next to me, standing just in front of my head. Her tan colored stockings were just inches from me, creamy smooth in texture. I can remember thinking just how nice it would be to turn my head and look up her dress, but I knew that such boldness on my part would be rewarded with harsh pain later, so I closed my eyes and waited, scared a bunny rabbit, for her next move.




Cindy



She leaned over and had me curl my hands inside over my chest, and pulled my legs closer to my now curled hands before moving past me and seating herself on the sofa behind me, right in the center, behind my naked, defenseless ass. In this position, I knew the entire length of my puffy slit was plainly visible, so I didn't know what she had in mind. She waited a few agonizing moments for my tension to build, then placed on cool hand on my still glowing buttocks.

"Hold still, BethAnne. I'm going to inspect your anus."

Her words fell like a tiny bomb in my mind. I turned a thousand shades of red as I felt her prying me apart with her fingers. I imagined what I must have looked like to her, my cheeks spread, my crinkled rosebud so crudely displayed. My opening there is sensitive, and I enjoy being touched or even entered there with a finger, or, most enjoyably, with a tongue, but I have never liked someone, even Darlene, looking closely at this most private area. I cringed as Cindy used her fingertips to surround the tiny button and spread it open, literally, so she could almost see inside me. 

I could not stifle the gasp of pleasure that I felt as she lightly scratched her fingernail over the fully stretched anal aperture. In a instant I had given away my dignity as well as my innermost secret, and I could almost feel her mind begin to whir with the endless possibilities that existed once she realized that I was anal-erotic. 

"You like that, don't you?" she whispered as she pressed the tip of her index finger into the very center of the diminutive rosebud.

I still couldn't control myself, hissing loudly at the exquisite touch. Despite the cruelly extreme embarrassment of being naked and alone, in the fetal position on a table in front of Cindy, my ass spread so wide I thought she might split it apart, the sensations she was giving me were wildly exotic. "Yes!" I blurted, then inhaled deeply and loudly as the fingertip invaded the opening without warning.

She needed no lubrication to penetrate me. The elasticity of the sphincteral wall was no match for the hard digit, and it passed through the opening with consummate ease. Once inside my rectum, she relaxed her hold on my ass, letting my anus reflexively seek and grip the invader as she teased me. Only the fingertip was inside me, but it was enough to send shock waves through my loins. 

All of a sudden, I wanted my ass to be taken and I didn't care how. I couldn't convey my desires directly to Cindy, but I knew she sensed my pleasures as I gently churned my ass around the sweet invader. Before long, she was journeying further into the warm, dark abyss, seeking new territory with each passing second, her free hand resting languidly on my hip. There was no higher ecstasy than this, no thrill that could surpass, deep inside me, the sweet pleasure of anal penetration. By the time she was ensconced to the second knuckle, I was using my anus to grip her tightly, relaxing and contracting it along with her steady, almost circular rhythm.

"Squeeze harder!" she demanded, and I did, trying to draw her whole finger deep inside my ass. 

I could feel the beads of sweat on my brow. When Cindy increased the pistoning motion, I went berserk. I knew I did not have permission, but I couldn't help it--I came, almost violently, my whole body feeling like it was spasming around that one finger sweet finger now fully sheathed inside my rectum, gently teasing the soft surrounding walls as the shock waves of pleasure literally consumed me. 

She kept her finger inside me, almost unmoving, as I slowly came down from my exquisite high. She had learned a mystical secret about me that heretofore only Darlene had known, and I had no doubt that having, discerned my hidden desires, she would find cruel ways to explore it before the weekend ended. 

Satisfied that I had come all the down, though my body every once in a while compulsively spasmed, Cindy withdrew her finger from my rectal orifice. Her words shocked me back to reality. "So the little girl came without permission. So naughty!" she taunted.

"Please, Mistress," I whimpered, letting out a final breath of pleasure. "It felt so good; I couldn't help it."

"You could have asked," she said.

"I was afraid you would deny me," I pleaded.

"That's irrelevant. You know that coming without permission is a punishable offense."

"Yes, ma'am. I know that," I admitted, my voice almost choking on the words.

"Turn around, BethAnne. Face me."

I turned awkwardly on the hard surface of the table, but in a few seconds I was now reclined on the opposite hip, still fetally positioned, my knees close to my chest. Cindy moved to the near end of the sofa, near my head, and, too my pleasant surprise, made no effort to close off the enticingly beautiful view straight up her jet-black skirt. The crisp whiteness of her panty crotch, snug against her sex, contrasted beautifully with the dark skirt. She was not wearing a s lip. Her garter belt held the stockings up. I stared at the offering, as she knew I would, and reveled in the obvious round, wet spot in the middle of her panty crotch that surrounded her vaginal opening.

She looked down at my fixated eyes. I glanced furtively at her, then realized my mistake and shut my eyelids to the exquisitely pretty sight. "It's okay, BethAnne," she whispered hoarsely, "if I didn't want you to look, I wouldn't have asked you turn around, and I wouldn't have left my legs open for you like this."

Smiling inwardly, I opened my eyes once more, just in time to see her legs part even more, stretching the pure white panty crotch across her moistened pussy. The broad, dark circle at the top of her stockings highlighted the soft delicate whiteness of her upper thighs above the stockings. Tiny, dark curls peeked shyly from either side of her splayed crotch. 

"Do I get a turn?" she whispered softly, moving her hands under her raised skirt, pushing it even higher in the process. She pressed her hands against the soft flesh of each thigh, above the dark circles of her stockings, in order to emphasize the moist spot that was now the center of her desire.

I wanted her now more than anything. I slid off the table, pushing it back slightly, as I knelt between her opened legs. She grasped my head between her hands and drew me toward her steaming sex. To accommodate me even more, she raised her feet off the floor and placed them on the edge of the sofa cushion, as my lips came to rest, pursed and ready, right over the clitoral area. She smelled of cuntiness, of womanly lust, of pure sex, and she hissed loudly as she felt my lips surround her clitoris.

I found the hidden hood beneath the panty crotch with the tip of my tongue, and teased it lightly. Cindy gasped and threw her head back in pleasure as she increased the pressure of her hands upon my head, trying to draw me even more tightly into her. I was in heat as much as she was, and needed no coaxing to tease her sweet love button into full erection. She churned her pussy into my face, moaning and purring, and I shook my head back and forth between her tightly squeezing legs, tasting on my tongue, for the first time, the pungent, tangy flavor of her juices which were now mixing with my saliva.

All of a sudden I felt her hand move past my forehead, and before I knew it, she had drawn the crotch of her undies all the way to the side, exposing the crisp, dark hairs of her sex. I looked at the display of thick curls long enough to see the thin, pink line of her slightly opened slit. As I stared in wonder, she used her fore and middle fingers positioned in an upside-down "V" to spread the puffy lips at the upper part of her pussy. Between the spread lips was a huge, pink clitoris, maybe as large as the tip of my pinkie. 

It didn't take me long to figure out what to do with the lovely morsel. I pursed my lips over the engorged nubbin and began sucking it, like a baby at a bottle. She gasped loudly, then opened her legs wide and thrust her cunt into my face. When I nibbled lightly on the clit with my teeth, she went wild, bucking up and down, pulling my face into her crotch, moaning and babbling. When I used the tip of my tongue to play some soulful music on the protuberance, she screamed out, as if in pain. My own clitoris was extremely sensitive to such stimuli, but it was nothing in comparison to Cindy's wild reaction. 

The more she undulated her pussy in front of my mouth, the more avid my tongue and lips became. When I went for the vaginal entrance, spreading it open first with my fingers, then delving quickly into the steaming tunnel, Cindy was breathing so hard and so fast I thought she was having a heart attack. She took to my tongue like iron to a magnet. He legs shook violently and her moans soon became cries of ecstasy. It was the quickest I had ever made a member of my own sex come, and I enjoyed every last drop of her copiously flowing juices.

I rested my head along the inside of Cindy's thigh, listening to her come down from her high, staring at the still swollen nubbin that peeked out shyly from between her dark curls. When I finally looked up to see her, I was surprised to see her blouse undone and her tits bared. The bra she was wearing unhooked from the front, and the cups lay off to the side. Without being asked, I slithered up her warm body and buried my head between her creamy-white, ultra-smooth breasts. I lay there, curled up like a kitten in Cindy's arms.

Cindy sighed. "You've got a beautiful tongue! That was really nice. I needed that more than you realize."

I smiled and whispered, "I wanted to be good for you."

"You were," she said softly.

It was an affectionate moment, one that I hadn't expected. Every once in a while her body would spasm slightly, a reflexive action of her recent orgasm. She brushed my hair away from my brow and kissed me lightly on the forehead. Her breast was soft as a pillow against my ear. I could sleep and dream there forever if she would only let me. She brought her hand to my left breast and cupped it before kissing me once more.

"I promise you more chances to be good the rest of the weekend. If you're lucky, I might even do you!"

Her thumb brushed lightly against my turgid nipple and I shivered uncontrollably. I raised my head and looked deep into her steel-gray eyes. I opened my mouth slightly, in silent offer of my lips, and she bent her head down and drank the residual honeydew of her own sex from my mouth. Our tongues fought for territory in each other's mouths. My loins were on fire; I needed release, badly, but being a true submissive, I knew I could not ask. 

I could only accept what was offered, in whatever way it was offered. Pain or pleasure. It was Cindy's choice, not mine. Maybe that is what I love so much about my inner submissiveness, and why it is hard for someone who is not like me to understand. I had let Darlene, and now Cindy, take complete control of my mind and body. They could do anything they wanted to, and I would always be happy. Pleasure in pain? How can I explain it? 

Cindy broke the kiss. Her body spasms had long ceased. I was on borrowed time and we both knew it. "Don't get too comfortable, young lady. I made Darlene a promise."

"I know," I said nervously, the look of fear returning quickly to me eyes.

"I have a little surprise in the Playroom. Stand up."

Without a word I stood, then watched Cindy reach between her still opened legs and pull the panty crotch back in place. She then stood up and filled the white, lacy cups of her bra with her voluptuous breasts before hooking the garment in front. She left her blouse open as she took my elbow. In silence, she led me downstairs, naked and scared, to her infamous "Playroom." 

She opened the door and turned on the light. I followed closely behind and stood in awe at the unbelievable variety of paraphernalia scattered about the large, well-lit room. There was a velvet-cushioned saw horse; an "X" frame on one wall; a wide variety of whips along another wall; ropes hanging down from a pulley; "D" rings implanted in the furthest wall; a specially made spanking ottoman; dildos of all shapes and sizes; several enema and douche bags; a thickly cushioned arm-chair; a few full-length mirrors, one of which was on wheels for mobility. She must have spent thousands of dollars for all the equipment. 

"Stand here, BethAnne," she ordered, then went to wall of whips and brought back leather- covered, velvet-lined ankle and wrist cuffs which she immediately attached to their appropriate places on my body. Next came a black two inch collar with chrome studs and an eight inch chain which she placed around my neck, letting the cold chain hang limply between my breasts.

"The room is sound-proofed," she said, "so don't be afraid to scream. It sometimes helps. And if it gets too loud for my delicate senses I have a few different types of gags to muffle the sounds."

My heart was pounding so loudly inside my chest I would have thought she could hear it. My chest heaved with each breath, thrusting my naked breasts further out. I stood silently as Cindy walked to a long, red curtain just to my left and pulled it to the side, revealing a strange looking chair, made of dark solid wood. It looked much like an electric chair one might see in prison, with two-inch wide metal bands, opened and waiting, for ankle and wrist restraint. My view of the chair was from the side. Its high, solid, wooden arms prevented me from seeing its seat.

Cindy moved to the side and wheeled the full-length mirror directly in front of the contraption, then smiled. "It's brand new!" she said excitedly, like a kid with new toy. "I had it specially made for occasions like this."

I wondered why she had put wrist and ankle cuffs on me when the chair was so equipped, but soon found out. She returned to me side and led me to the back of the chair. My movements were not steady as we neared it, and I sure she sensed my trepidation. She moved me directly behind it, facing the mirror which reflected my nudity. The back of the chair came up to about my belly button.

When I looked down, my mouth gaped open and a startled gasp escaped my lips. In the middle of the wooden seat was a thin, glistening, chrome dildo, perhaps six inches long, sticking ominously straight up. It appeared to be seated in a well that would permit changing the dildo, if necessary, to accommodate the desires of the user.

Cindy witnessed my surprise and laughed derisively. "I'd be scared, too, I guess. It's set now for anal penetration, which we'll try first, but the sides fold down and the dildo is changeable, so when I want vaginal entry the girl can straddle the chair, facing front or back, and lower herself on it. The neatest thing is that the dildo is wired for electric, so I can heat things up, so to speak, providing mild shocks, heat, or vibration. Or if necessary," she laughed, "all three!" 

I had never seen anything like it. It was as scary a device as I had ever encountered. "You're kidding, of course," I said nervously. 

"Not at all, my dear. I think it's just perfect to unwind in after a long, trying day! First, though, I need to warm you up a bit. We don't want to rush into anything this delightful!" Her sarcasm did not escape me.

Without a word, she knelt at my feet and used the chains from my ankle cuffs to chain me to the chair legs. She then had me bend over the back of the chair, its hard wood digging painfully into my tummy, and stretch my arms all the way to the front of the chair. In moments my wrists were chained tightly as well, prevent little if any movement of my body. To complete my immobility, she pulled my neck chain down and fastened it to a removable screw-in ring located in the back of the chair. This last action brought my head down so I was staring directly at the top of the chrome phallus that I knew for certain would soon invade my body.

She left me for a few moments, chained and helpless, while she fetched, I would soon find out, several different types of whips and paddles. My position was awkward as well as painful, and movement was all but impossible. My breasts hung limply from my chest, swaying back and forth with each slight body movement. I could only wait for whatever she had in mind. She returned and I complained, mildly, about the tension of the chains and the wood cruelly pressing into my stomach, but she explained it was too late to place a cushion along the top of the chair back. 

"Besides," she said thickly, "the pain in your tummy will feel good in comparison to other parts of your body by the time we're through. This is the first part of your correction, BethAnne. You would not be here now, in this position, had you not disobeyed Darlene."

I felt her run her fingernails from the bottom of my left buttock to the top, scraping lightly, waking nerve endings beneath the taut skin. She then did the same thing to the other cheek, preparing me for the first instrument she would use on my defenseless behind--a two-inch wide leather paddle. 

I braced myself, and sure enough, I heard the tell-tale sound of the wind whistling through the holes in the quarter inch thick, semi-hard leather, and the loud crack broke the stillness of the room. The blow landed right smack in the middle of my proffered ass, directly on the crack dividing the globes. It was followed immediately by blistering heat and a sharp, stinging pain that radiated in all directions from the epicenter.

"AHHHHHHH!" I cried.

She didn't wait for the burning pain to subside before striking again, this time in an upward pattern that caught my lower ass, right where the rounded cheeks meet my upper thighs, and I screamed once more in pain. I would come to learn that Cindy was an expert in wielding her instruments of suffering. She knew just how to deliver the right blow at the right time, in just the right place, calculated to generate distress to any part of the body she deigned eligible for her sadistic pleasures.

In less than five minutes, my entire ass, my hips, and the backs of my thighs felt like they were on fire. She ignored my pleas for clemency and delivered several more strokes which fell unmercifully on areas already stinging sharply. 

>When she finished, she ran the cool palm of her hand over my burning buns. "Mmm," she said softly, "they're getting nice and warm!"

"It hurts!" I cried.

"Yes, of course, BethAnne," she said as she continued to soothe the radiating heat. "Can you count to ten?"

I was afraid to answer, but had to. "Yes," I whimpered.

"If you lose count, we start all over again. And when we reach ten, you thank me helping you learn to be a more disciplined young lady."

"Please," I begged.

"I can't hear you, BethAnne." Her voice was a soft as the morning, belying her intentions.

I calculated my answer to assuage her. "Please whip me," I replied, listening to my words echo in my mind like a bee in a bottle.

"Because you've been a bad girl," she said.

"Yes," I whimpered. "I've been a bad girl."

"So very, very bad..." she whispered.

I didn't know she was holding a short, multi-stranded whip in her free hand at the time she was rubbing my ass so gently. I didn't even hear it make any sound before it bit into my left cheek with a sharp crack. This was ten times worse than the paddle, and how I remembered to shout "ONE!" despite the unbelievable pain I'll never know. She was not holding back at all. My cuffed and chained ankles and wrists were no match for the solid chair, though I strained at my imprisonment for freedom. My scream filled the room.

"Oh, that was a good one! I think we have the nerve endings right where we want them. The paddle really prepared your buns for this."

Hardly had she finished her sentence when she flicked her wrist and delivered the next stinging blow, this one across the right ass cheek that caused me to shriek loudly before yelling "TWO!"




Cindy



I was almost delirious now, and the whipping had hardly commenced. The many strands of the whip felt like jagged razor edges as they dug into my bared flesh. In my mind I could almost see the red streaks forming over the pink-hued globes. She sent eight more lashes my way, each expertly aimed to inflict just the right amount of pain and anguish, alternating the timing of the strokes to prevent me from completely bracing for them. 

At the tenth lash I cried out, "TEN! THANK YOU MISTRESS!"

I was breathing raggedly. My ass was more on fire than it had ever been. Once more I felt a cool hand on my burning behind, and this time it was coated with a soothing, almost cold salve that strangled the flames almost immediately. Sweat poured from my brow onto the chair seat next to the ominous looking phallus. 

"We're almost done," she said softly.

"Please, I can't take any more!"

"You can, and you will. You're paying for your disobedience the hard way. Maybe you will learn a lesson from this."

"I promise I'll be good. I promise! Please don't whip me any more."

Cindy laughed derisively. "You will not only be good, my dear, you'll be better. I have five more little surprises for you, and then you can get better acquainted with that unused dildo. I think, in fact, you can become quite good friends with it!"

It was almost a minute later, with the cooling salve still quenching my pain, that I heard the whistle in the air. She had saved the worst for last--a tightly braided, long and single-stranded hummer that not only bit into me like a sharp knife, it wrapped around and dug into the flesh on my hips as well. Darlene, in all her madness, had never wielded so painful an instrument. 

I cried out, long and loud, my screams lasting half a minute, my breaths coming in quick, short gasps. Ten seconds later it came again, in the middle of one of my agonizing screams which now went on incessantly through all five unbearably painful lashes. I thought I was going to faint, and if I had I would have been spared the cruel treatment, but I took all of it, everything she had to offer, and somehow felt better for it.

Cindy stood back and stared at her handiwork. My beleaguered ass was streaked like a road map with lines that would disappear in days, but my memory was imbued with feelings that would last a lifetime. I had never been more painfully whipped, and as I felt her loosening the chains at my ankles, I wondered how I had survived intact, mentally and physically.

She stood and freed my wrists and undid the chain that held my head down. I stood up, silently, and ran the palms of my hands over the white-hot welts and streaks. Cindy smiled, the proud kind of smile that told me I had tolerated her punishment well. I closed my eyes, knowing only that I had survived only the first round of a battle that would last for two more days.

I was still rubbing my buns when Cindy left and returned with a tube of K-Y jelly. I watched in disbelief as she squeezed some jell on her fingertips and spread the greasy substance over the top of the chrome dildo. Finished her duty, she wiped her fingers on a tissue and turned her attention to me. 

"You won't need these cuffs when you're sitting on the chair," she said as she removed both the wrist and ankle cuffs from my body.

"Do we have to do this?" I asked in a pleading tone.

"It won't be as bad as you think. Get down on your hands and knees. It's enema time--we don't want to soil the brand new dildo, do we?"

An enema! Who was she kidding? Even Darlene, who could dream up exotic forms of humiliating treatment when she was really upset with me had never even suggested doing something as degrading as an enema. I couldn't even remember the last enema I had, though I sure it was when I was a young girl. 

"Are you serious?" I asked with more than a hint of nervousness in my voice.

"Quite serious. And if you are not in position in ten seconds you will be a very sorry young lady."

"I can't do it," I cried. "Please don't make me do something like that!"

She looked at me, surprise etched on her face. She hadn't expected disobedience from someone being disciplined for the same infraction. She said, sternly, "Come with me, BethAnne!" and grabbed the chain hanging from my collar. She dragged me, whimpering and pleading, to the sawhorse, then let me stand in front of it while she retrieved a riding crop from the wall of whips. She returned to my side, holding the crop ominously in her right hand as she slapped it into the palm of her left hand, making me cringe at the thought of having the painful device applied to my already abused backside.

"Bend over it!" she shouted.

I did as I was told, immediately, knowing that the penalty for recalcitrance would be a sharp lash to my already hurting posterior. I knew I was in for it, when she shoved a red ball-gag into my mouth and tied it firmly behind my head. Tears streamed down my face as she knelt behind me, forced me to spread my legs apart, and fastened my ankles to the legs of the horse. Cool air inside my slit was ample evidence that my widespread position had really opened me up. I am sure Cindy had a worm's eye view of the pink-colored tissues which ran the length of my gash. 

She moved in front of me and chained my wrists in the same manner as my ankles, then drew a wide leather strap over my lower back, cinching it tightly in order to prevent even the slightest of movements. 

"The gag is punishment for your protests!" she yelled. "I don't like hearing someone say 'No' when I tell them to do something, especially someone who is being punished for disobedience. I can see why Darlene sent you here. You have too much spunk inside you, young lady, and by the time the weekend is over, you will have thrown that nasty word out of your vocabulary! I'm going to give you that enema, whether you like it not, but first we're going to make you beg for it. 

Looking back between my widespread legs, I watched in horror as Cindy pulled a red, vinyl- covered enema bag with a long, white hose out of a drawer. She disappeared into a side room for a moment and I heard water running. She returned to the "Playroom" holding the bag and letting the hose drag along the floor. She stood behind me and attached the bag to a ceiling chain, leaving only a short length of the hose with its thin, short nozzle visible to me. I could hear the water slosh in the bag as she adjusted it to her satisfaction.

"When you feel like you really need the enema, I want you to move your head up and down three times in quick succession. That will be the signal that you have begun to see things my way. In the meantime, we'll conduct a few 'behavior modification' routines designed to help you change your ways."

My heart was pounding. I had made the wrong choice in not obeying her immediately, despite my apprehension and embarrassment. After all, I was still going to get the dreaded enema, but now I was going to suffer through some agonizing "preliminaries" on the road to it. Why can't I learn to be completely submissive? Maybe I really needed this weekend to rearrange my perspectives. If Darlene wanted a true submissive, and I really desired to be one, I would return to her a changed person, with Cindy's help.

She knew my ass couldn't stand too much more of a working over, at least not this soon after what she had already done to it, so, at first, she merely "warmed me up" by spanking me with her bare hand, slowly increasing the intensity of the licks until I began to moan in pain. My ass was already inflamed, and now she was adding insult to injury. The sounds of the spanking and my accompanying moans reverberated throughout the room. She gave me twenty, perhaps thirty licks before she finally stopped. 

Fire leaped from my buns. The tingling continued for a long time afterward, even as she knelt behind me and brought the handle of the riding crop between my legs. I looked at her, wide- eyed, shaking my head "NO" as she pressed the end of the handle between the opened petals of my pussy and smiled wickedly.

"You're wet as a lake!" she exclaimed as she toyed with the glistening inner lips of my pussy. "And I thought I might have to use some of the K-Y to get the crop handle inside your sweet little vagina. What turned you on the most, honey, the whipping I gave you or the thought of a forced enema?" 

Cindy laughed as I moaned behind my ball gag. I felt the end of the handle enter me and I wanted to die right there. I was wet because of our earlier lesbian activities, not because of her cruelty. Or was it? As the braided black leather drove deeper into me, she moved it just enough for the both of us to hear the familiar gushing of my copiously flowing juices. With her brow furrowed, she watched the handle go further and further inside the warm, dark passage, all the way to the cervix!

For the next few minutes she moved the handle in and out of me, sometimes coming almost all the way out before plunging it deeply into the pit as I moaned half in pleasure, half in humiliation. I was surprised by how much of the crop I was able to take inside me. I thought for moment that I might come if she kept up the incessant pistoning motion, but this exercise was for punishment, not for pleasure, and when I reached the edge she stopped, abruptly, leaving the crop sheathed deeply as she stood up.

"Such a pretty sight!" she said of the device sticking obscenely out of my pussy. "Later we'll have to try one of my favorite strap-on dildos. I bet you'd be a good little fuck! You're hot, BethAnne. I'd give anything to steal you away from Darlene, but I am too good friends with her to do something like that. But I will ask to have you back every once in a while. I'm sure that will be fine with her. For now, it's time to pay the penalty for disobeying me, and at the same time I can make sure your tiny little asshole is big enough to accommodate anything I might want to put inside it."

My eyes widened again as I tried to beg her for leniency just by my facial expressions. She laughed and left me for moment. When she returned, she was carrying an elongated, balloon-like object, with the air deflated, made of shiny black rubber, with a thin, black hose, about two feet long, extending from one end. At the end of the hose was a smaller, round black ball, this one fully inflated, with a chrome spicket. At first I thought it was a whip of some type, but Cindy soon convinced me otherwise.

She knelt behind me as I looked at her from between my opened legs. Holding the deflated balloon in her hand, she said, "This is a Bardex device, BethAnne. Have you ever seen one?"

I shook my head as I stared at the strange looking thing, my eyes opened wide. She laughed again. "I wouldn't think Darlene would have anything like this around the house. Watch." Cindy squeezed the rubber ball several times in quick succession, and I watched the more elongated ball begin to inflate in her hand, little by little.

"Try to picture this ball getting bigger and bigger inside you, BethAnne, stretching the inside your lovely ass nice and big. I bet it will feel real good!"

"Mmmm...Mmmm...Mmmm," I cried behind my gag, shaking my head in a vain protest.

"Don't worry," she said tauntingly, "It looks much worse than it feels."

I watched in horror as she greased the tapered tip of the Bardex device, making the black vinyl bag look even more shiny. She arose from her kneeling position and stood behind me, moving one hand to my lower ass, her other hand on my hips. When the cold, hard tip of the Bardex touched my tiny anus, my whole body jerked reflexively. I knew there was nothing I could do to avoid being anally penetrated by that damn thing, but I moaned loudly behind my gag, hoping that my wordless pleadings would not be ignored. 

Instead, Cindy gave my defenseless ass a loud, hard, stinging slap and she hollered at me for making too much noise. Tears began streaming down my cheeks as I held my moans in check, but by now she had risen to a standing position, bent over my back, and was urging the Bardex into me slowly but surely. I tried to tighten my anus to avoid the intruder, but she sensed my action and said, "If you don't relax, young lady, it will hurt all the more. Quit being a baby. Let it happen."

I relaxed my sphincter and was surprised by the ease the thing began entering me. It was not a comfortable feeling, by any means, especially once she began shoving the balloon part of the device into my rear opening. "I like the way it looks disappearing into you like that," she husked. 

She hadn't even inflated the Bardex, but I began to feel bloated already as the four or five inch monster kept going deeper and deeper into my rectum. It was a feeling I would never forget-- the horror mixed with increasingly pleasurable sensations as the device moved past my super- sensitive anal opening.. I felt my asshole contract around the tiny black tube as Cindy whispered, "There, it's in. Was that so bad?"

Behind my ball gag I muttered a sarcastic "MMMMPH."

"Unfortunately, my dear, that was the easy part. Now we need to turn things up a notch, so we are going to play a little game. I am going to take the gag out of your mouth, primarily because I need your tongue. You did quite well when you took care of my sex earlier, but you better be a good little ass-licker, honey, because if you're not up to it, that thing in your ass will start feeling like a telephone pole."

She walked around in front of me, after hanging the tube and inflating ball over the top of the saw horse, within reach from the front. I could only picture in my own mind what I must have looked like with that thing sticking out of my behind. She grabbed a handful of my hair and forcefully raised my head until I was looking straight at her. 

How could someone so damn pretty be so cruel? Her eyes were on fire. 

"I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth. If you make a lot of noise, I'll give you a whipping you won't soon forget." 

She undid the knot behind my head, then took the ball out. I felt relieved to be able to move my mouth and to breathe normally. "Do you like doing rim jobs?"

"Sometimes, Mistress," I replied.

"Well, you are going to do mine now, BethAnne. I've always been anal-erotic. A good tongue can get me off in minutes. A great tongue... Well, let's hope you have a great tongue, for your sake, because the longer it takes you to get me off, the bigger that Bardex gets inside your ass. When I come, I stop inflating the balloon. It's as simple as that. Isn't that a fascinating game???!!!"

"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded.

She turned her back to me and husked, "It's up to you, BethAnne. Good luck!" I watched her bend over in front of me. Her ass filled her jet-black skirt perfectly. She backed up to me and thrust her buns right in front of my face. With my wrists bound to the front legs of the sawhorse, I had only my mouth to work with. "Give it a little kiss," she whispered sexily.

I waited until she backed up a few inches more, pushing her voluptuous buns into my face, forcing my nose into the crack of her ass through the cotton skirt. I kissed what was presented to me as best I could, while Cindy churned her buttocks concentrically to give me access to her ass. "Mmm, that's nice," she sighed as she brought her hands to the backs of her legs and began inching the skirt up, slowly, bunching it beneath my lips which continued to kiss the proffered derriere. She reached higher, and soon I was kissing the back of her silky white undies and smelling the muskiness of her womanly odors.

"Oh, Cindy, that feels so good!" she sighed as I buried my lips between the cheeks of her ass and tongued her anus through the thin material of her panties. She was bent over pretty far and her legs were wide open to provide balance. The delicate undies were soft and becoming more and more moist as I dry-rimmed her as best I could. 

Finally, she arose to a standing position in front of me, holding her skirt up around her waist with one hand while I continued to kiss her bikini-styled panties. She back with her free hand and began lowering the undies until, with just a little effort, they circled her thighs. Obviously, I had a super close-up view of her delectable buns which were as nice to look at as any I had ever seen, to include Darlene's. I kissed one baby-soft cheek, and then the other, then paused to watch goose- bumps form all over her ass. Her whole body shivered uncontrollably with my kisses. 

"Do you like my ass?" she asked, her voice thick with lust.

"Yes," I replied meekly.

"I think you are going to get to know it very well in the next few moments." She reached back and grabbed the inflating ball for the Bardex that was still deeply ensconced in my rectum. She tightened the chrome spicket with her thumb and forefinger, then bent over again, really far, still holding the inflator in one hand and her raised skirt in the other.

"This is when it gets real interesting," she said. "Your job is to make me cum before you pass out with pain. Only a few girls have been able to win this game. It's a game that's fun for me to lose, but it's just as much fun watching you squirm around when the ball starts getting bigger in your ass." 

"Please..." I begged.

"I hope you do well," she said, ignoring my plea. "I'll give you a 60 second head start."

I wasted no time in devouring the pink, crinkly nubbin that Cindy had offered to me. I wet the orifice with as much saliva as my almost dry mouth could muster, then laved the morsel with long, wet swipes that caused her to moan immediately. I shook my head from side to side, attempting to work my lips deeper into the lower crevice of her ass, and, upon succeeding, pursed my lips and began sucking on the anal ring.

"OH, YES! That's so good, BethAnne! You are good! Give it to me good, Honey!"

I flicked the tip of my tongue over the anus, running it back and forth, varying the speed, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Cindy churned her ass in response to my tongue-job, moaning and hissing in delight. She was really getting into it, and I knew I didn't have much time before the pain would begin. In fact, it was more than a minute when I felt the felt the first twinge inside my ass. The little bitch had decided not to give me any warning, but it was becoming quite obvious that the balloon inside my ass was starting to expand.

At first it was only a bit more uncomfortable, feeling the ball getting bigger. Just the thought of it expanding my rectal canal was enough to make me redouble my efforts to make her cum, so I began pistoning the tip of my tongue in and out of her asshole, as fast as I could, as if I were fucking her with it. My efforts were rewarded with long, loud groans of pleasure, but it seemed the closer she was getting to orgasm, the larger the balloon was becoming. I pressed my face into the crack of her ass and shoved my tongue as far into the orifice as I could. She screamed with pleasure and simultaneously gave the inflating ball several quick squeezes that sent me over the edge as well. I came so hard I thought I would faint. Over and over and over…



Cindy



This story is somewhat false with some truths thrown in and is for your reading enjoyment!

My niece was separated from her father when she was a very little girl through a divorce. She never really got along with mother over the years of her growing up. She ran away from home several times and ended up living here on a couple of occasions. She had a hard time with following rules and eventually ran away from our home. By the time she was 15 years old she had gone to work and had her own apartment. Funny thing was that every time she needed something or just needed to talk our phone would ring and there would be Cindy.

Cindy grew up to be a beautiful girl. Tall, slim and always had a smile and big hug for me, Uncle Pete. She was an accomplished artist and at age 24 she decided to go back to school and pursue this field. She was accepted at very prestigious art school. Only the very best gets accepted here. 

As time went on Cindy decided that it was time to find her father, whom she had not seen in some 22 years. Through the internet and with help of a friend she found him back in the old town where she was born. The only problem was he lived 3 days away and she had no way of getting there. That is where Uncle Pete comes in again. 

I’m retired now and had time on my hands so Cindy asked if I would be interested in helping to track down her dad. Of course I said I would. The day we were to leave had arrived and with excited but cautious anticipation we set off on our journey.

We talked about everything from the weather, to wine and sex. We were both very open about everything, besides who was going to hear us. As it turned out both loved the same smooth jazz sound so that was not even a problem. We laughed and talked until night began to fall. Knowing Cindy didn’t have lot money I took upon myself to make her expenses was as low as possible. We checked into our motel for our first night. 

Now Cindy has a great body, she came out the bathroom after changing in here pj’s. I wore just a pair of jogging shorts and ‘T’ shirt. She came around her bed and gave me one of her big hugs and gentle kiss on lips and said goodnight. 

The next morning we were off again. Cindy was dressed in her usual tank top with a red bra underneath it to hold those pretty breasts of hers. Cindy is not large in that department but what she had were perfect. She likes to lean forward when she talks to you so I was enjoying the view and so was my dick. After awhile Cindy looked into my eyes and asked if I was enjoying the view to which I honestly replied “very much so”. With giggle and peck on the cheek she sat back and continued to talk my ear off.

As night time grew again on the horizon we made plans to stop and get some dinner and place to stay the night. Cindy suggested we go see a movie before we turned in. After dinner we headed for the theater around the corner from our motel. The movie was ok but having Cindy leaning close by was even better. She gentle took my hand and held it then whispered it was like being on a date. She gently leaned over and kissed me on the cheek then rested her head on my shoulder. When the movie ended we walked hand in hand back to motel together.

Once in our room we got ready for bed. I was lying on my bed watching a little TV while Cindy had a shower and got ready for bed. She came back in the room with one towel around her and another one wrapped around her hair. She looked great dressed in only a towel. 

“Your turn Uncle Pete.” As she walked by drying her hair

I remarked that I liked her outfit and she gave me a slap as I walked by for my shower. When I came out Cindy was lying on my bed still in her towel. I asked if she was going to wear that to bed. 

“I think I just might” replied Cindy.

With that I sat on the edge of the bed a tried to watch the TV but was too distracted with view of my niece lying there with just a towel on. 

“Uncle Pete could you rub my back for me? I think I have kink from all the driving we did today.”

“Sure honey” As I started to rub her back she threw the towel of on the floor! 

Now I was looking at the greatest backside of all time. I suggested that it might be a good idea to cover her butt, but Cindy just said it would get in the way. Something else was getting my way right now. As I started to massage her shoulders and down the center of her back, Cindy just laid there and purred like a kitten. 

As reach the small of back she said “Right there.”

I turn a little bit to get an easier grip on her back and got a better view of her ass and those bald pussy lips. 

The lips were starting to become wet. She was really enjoying this back rub. As moved lower, Cindy asked if I would mind doing her legs too. Of course what was I going to say? I turned and got fully on the bed and continue the massage. Now everything was in full view. As worked my way up her legs I gently rubbed against her now very wet pussy lips. Cindy was now moaning in low purring sound. I didn’t move my hand away but instead continue to slowly rub up down her lips. Cindy began to rock her butt back towards me and she had now buried her face in the pillow she had under her. I gently leaned forward and started to lick her wet lips. This sent her flying! 

She rose up on her knees and pushed back into my face as my tongue entered her. My fingers were busy with her clit and Cindy was about to blow. She shook and trembled as her orgasm over took her. By this time I was ready to blow too. My cock was frothing and the front of my jogging shorts was wet with pre-cum. 

As Cindy settled down after her orgasm I continued to lick her from her little rosebud asshole to pussy lips. 

“Enough Uncle Pete! I need a rest.” Cindy moaned.

With that she turned over to lie on her back. Her cute titties rose and fell as breathing started to return to normal. She reached up and pulled me to her as her lips met mine. This was not a niece and uncle kiss. It was full open mouth and tongue kiss. Cindy ran her hand down my front and into my shorts grabbing hold of my throbbing cock. 

“Better be careful. It might go off if you keep that up.” I said.

She kissed me once more and slowly kissed her way down to take off my shorts. Cindy then lay between my legs and proceeded to slowly stroke and lick my cock. Her tongue was hot and wet and I knew I was not going to last long. Cindy knew that to as my cock was throbbing in her hand. She just popped it in her mouth and started sucking for all it was worth. I erupted in less than a minute and my cum poured down her throat. Cindy never stopped suck or swallowing until I was dry.

Cindy made sure that I was done and then crawled back up and laid down next to me. We fell asleep on top of the covers, snuggled together. 

Around 2:00 am I felt something warm on my cock. As I opened my eyes I found Cindy lazily sucking on my cock again. 

I looked into her eyes and said “Come, get on and let’s go for ride”. 

She slowly crawled up and inserted my cock into the tightest pussy I have ever felt. Cindy slowly pushed down until there was nothing left to go in. She proceeded ride me to another orgasm. I lasted much longer this time and enjoyed every minute of it.

We took off the next morning after fucking our brains out in shower and we were now behind our schedule by four hours. It didn’t matter much to us as her father had no idea we were coming. We stop a couple times to sight see and have a quick blowjob and Cindy loved getting her pussy licked on the hood of car in a rest stop. Lucky for us no one saw us. 

We finally arrived at our destination late that night. After diner and showering together Cindy decided to call her dad and let him know he still had a daughter. She talked to him for about an hour. When she finally hung she looked at me and jumped me on the bed. As she was not wearing anything but a towel it didn’t take long to get naked. I slow rubbed her back and her great butt for awhile. When I couldn’t take it anymore I just went down on her. Since this is her favorite it didn’t take long her to cum again. 

I rolled her over on stomach and had her get up on her knees. 

“Uncle Pete you devil you like to fuck me anyway you can don’t you?”

“Oh yeah and tonight we are going try something new sweetie” 

I then entered her from behind, sliding deep into pussy. As I slowly pumped from behind, using my thumb I started to play with her little rosebud. Rubbing it at first then entering slowly to first knuckle. Her head jerk up and she turn her face to me with a grin. 

“Going to try some backdoor Uncle Pete? I have never had anything in that hole so you had better be gentle back there.”

I continued to push my thumb in and out a little to get her use to it. I then pulled out and inserted a finger and worked it around. The second and the third finger followed. Cindy was moaning and shaking her butt to new feeling. 

I had been slowly fucking her from behind and she was really wet. I pulled out her pussy with ‘pop’ and started to insert my throbbing cock into her anal passage. 

“Go slow and let me get use to it.” Cindy moaned.

That I did. After what seemed like an hour I was buried balls deep in her ass. I start to fuck her ass with long slow strokes until she started to slam back into me on each down stroke. I played with her clit until she took over and I just grabbed two handfuls of ass cheeks and held on.

After about ten minutes my balls started tighten up and I was ready to blow a load deep in Cindy’s ass. 

“Uncle Pete is going to cum in your ass sweetie”

Cindy had been rubbing her clit and was ready to cum too.

“Oh yeah come in my ass. I’m cumming too Uncle Pete!!”

With that I let go with one of most powerful cum’s I have ever had. Cindy was screaming loud enough to wake the dead. 

I laid across Cindy’s back and both of us came down from her first ass fuck. It was off to shower again. After another slow blowjob and pussy licking to was off to bed. God I love this gal. 

Well Cindy met with her dad and they have become good friends again. If dad only knew that Uncle Pete had tasted his daughter charms or maybe he does……



Cindy



Cindy glanced at her watch and tapped her foot nervously. Her cup of coffee sat in front of her almost untouched. It was mostly a disguise, an excuse for sitting and waiting in the only coffee shop in her small semi-rural community.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning, the time her husband John had arranged for Will to meet her. She had arrived ten minutes early, both so Will wouldn't have to wait and a bit of eagerness on her part. Cindy was glad her husband had picked a time before the church crowd went for coffee, so the shop was mostly empty. She had positioned herself at the table furthest from the counter, facing the door and away from the inside of the shop. She felt a bit of a thrill, wondering momentarily if the shop owner or other customers somehow knew what she was up to. She silently laughed at herself. People met strangers in coffee shops all the time for perfectly innocent reasons.

At almost exactly ten the coffee shop door opened and a young man Cindy knew had to be her "date" stepped through the door, glancing around. His eyes focused on her, and his face softened, giving a tentative smile.

"Cindy?" he asked her, though she knew he had seen pictures of her and knew exactly what she looked like. She also was the only woman in her late thirties in the shop, as both the barista and the two other customers were considerably older women.

"Yes, you must be Will," she said, smiling and offering her hand, which he took and shook gently. She noticed his hands were rather large, but not meaty, and he held her hand with a wonderfully tender firmness. Will sat down across from her at the small table.

"Did you find the place ok?" She asked him. She couldn't help thinking how young he looked. Her husband had refused to give her many details beforehand. He was playful like that, and she didn't mind. He knew her preferences and also occasionally challenged her. John had informed her Will was 22 and fresh out of college. He had not mentioned that he was tall and extremely cute, though more in a boyish way than strictly handsome. His shoulders were surprisingly broad for how thin his body looked. Cindy vaguely remembered that at his age most young men hadn't quite filled out their frames.

"It was hard to miss," Will said, interrupting her visual appraisal. She could tell his own eyes were sizing her up, though her light autumn jacket hid most of her figure. Her husband's intervention relived the majority of her fear of rejection; she had no doubt this young man had seen detailed pictures of her body fully nude and engaging in intimate activities and knew what he was getting into, so to speak.

"Am I what you expected?" he asked, and she nodded. He met what few expectations she had. She approved of her husband's selection, at least so far.

"We can stay here for a bit if you want, but I'd like to get back to the house. I don't want to keep my husband waiting for too long," she said. He looked surprised at her directness. She supposed he was used to dealing with young women who didn't know what they wanted and often acted strictly on impulse, without plan or direction. She remembered being such a young woman at one time, though she was always a bit more direct and certain than many of her peers.

Cindy glanced once more at the older ladies in the corner as she gathered her purse and stood up. They seemed to pay no mind to her and her young "date". She felt a slight rush; she was about to do something society would call illicit and wrong. She'd done it before, but still got a thrill from it each time. She suggested Will follow her truck to their house.

The short drive passed quickly, and they soon arrived at the converted farmhouse. Will took in the scenery, and she could tell he was a bit nervous; knowledge which calmed her own nerves. John had told her Will had never done anything like this before, but that he also trusted him to follow through and not freak out.

"We like it out here," Cindy explained as they walked to the door. "It's quiet and gives us a lot of privacy." Will nodded knowingly.

As they stepped inside and took off their coats and shoes, John emerged from around a corner. "Hi Will, nice to finally meet you in person. What do you think?"

"I think everything looks great," Will replied, and Cindy felt herself blush slightly.

Cindy knew her husband wasn't the most conventionally attractive of men. He was certainly not handsome, and his frame was somewhat slender. Still, there was a definite kindness to his face that instantly relaxed people. Cindy reminded herself that while the two had spoken online extensively, this was their first meeting in person.

After finishing college Cindy had briefly been engaged to a gorgeous, rich, yet emotionally distant man. She ended the engagement when she discovered he was cheating on her and she met John shortly thereafter. He was genuine, charming, and amazingly sweet. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and knew she treasured her with his whole heart. It had taken a couple months, but she eventually fell for him.

John had been clear early on that he practiced recreational nudism. Cindy didn't mind, and found a great deal of spiritual freedom in the trips to naturalist resorts they took after they were married. However, when John suggested swinging she was a bit more hesitant. She had been very sexually active in college, but had figured that she would put that all behind her as a wife and young mother. While many naturalists were not swingers, there were a good number who were, and they were far less secretive about it than the "average" couple might be. It was common knowledge who "played" and who did not, and each group respected the other. Cindy had met a number of wonderful couples who were part of the lifestyle, so she knew it could work for some people.

The first time had been the scariest, but they had selected the other couple carefully and formed a friendship with them before taking it further. It surprised Cindy that she felt so little jealousy when she watched her husband touch the other woman. Having a different man touch her and thrust within her was sexually arousing, but for Cindy the deepest reward was the increased lust and intimacy between John and herself afterwards. They had been married for 15 years and still made love almost every night.

"I'm glad you could make it here, Will. I'm sure we'll all have a good time. Would you like a tour?" John asked.

"Sure," Will replied.

"Well, this is our entry and dining room," John began. "If you'll follow me you'll see the kitchen and living room on the left. The house is really open and we definitely like that." John walked down the hall to the right. "There's a bathroom," John pointed out. Will noticed that this part of the house had been recently remodeled and was not fully painted. "And this," John said, opening a door at the end of the hall, "is our bedroom." It was not especially remarkable, dominated by a large king sized bed flanked by dressers. "I'll let you two get comfortable and come back in a bit." John left the room and shut the door behind him, leaving Will and Cindy alone.

"He can be a bit much at times, but he means well," Cindy said apologetically. "Would you like to see some photographs?" Will nodded, sitting down on the bed. Cindy located a box on the top shelf of her closet, and Will admired her ass as she stretched up to reach it and remove the album held within.

Will opened the plain black covered album to a boudoir style photo of a younger Cindy in lingerie. "John bought me a session for our second anniversary," Cindy explained. "He loves taking pictures himself, but I guess he wanted me to experience a more glamorous setting. It was fun, but I think he got more out of the pictures," she said with a smile.

Will turned the pages and recognized a few photos John had sent him copies of via e-mail. It was an interesting experience to be looking at half-dressed pictures of the woman sitting right next to him.

The album progressed from lingerie to more amateurish nude pictures of Cindy to images of her engaged in sexual activity. Many were of John and Cindy together; her sucking his cock, or of him fucking her. Still, there were pictures of her with other men. There were dozens of shots of her with one man in particular, a darker skinned man who was presumably from India originally. Cindy's husband had documented the darker man fucking Cindy with his rather sizable cock from every conceivable angle.

"What do you think?" Cindy asked Will, trying to gauge his reaction.

"The guy in the pictures is a very lucky guy. And your husband is very giving to allow other men the pleasure of being with you."

"Thank you. John certainly enjoys watching me, but he is very generous. He has his fun with other women on occasion too, you know. As for the lucky other man, well, you're about to be him." Cindy smiled nervously. It was funny that they both knew Will was there to fuck her, and yet there was still a certain ice-breaking period. It was rather endearing, she was glad Will wasn't the sort who expected to be able to just grab her and slam his dick into her without any preliminaries.

"Would you like me to suck on you?" she asked him, setting the album to the side. She wasn't surprised when he nodded eagerly.

Cindy massaged Will's thighs, admiring his firm young body. She thought about kissing him, but decided that was too intimate at this point. She chuckled to herself, realizing that kissing him was too intimate but sucking his cock wasn't.

Will helped her take off his pants and underwear, revealing a sizable erection. Cindy wasn't too surprised; she knew that John liked her "presents" to be well hung. Regardless, Will's penis was truly beautiful. It was thick and very hard, and of wonderful proportion. She looked up at the young man and held tight eye contact as she took his cock into her mouth for the first time.

Will groaned so loudly she wondered if he was going to spurt into her mouth right away. She knew many young men had control issues. She removed his mouth and licked the slides of his shaft for a moment. "Has it been a while?" she asked him tenderly.

"I haven't gotten off in a couple days. I wanted to be 'fully loaded' for you," Will replied almost sheepishly. "And it has been a bit over a month since I was with a woman."

"That's certainly a waste, especially with such a nice erection like this," Cindy replied, taking him back into her mouth. Sucking a near stranger's penis always gave Cindy a real thrill, and she felt a familiar tingling between her thighs. John certainly appreciated her oral efforts, but men were always amazingly appreciative the first time they got head from a woman.

Cindy lifted her mouth once more. "Since you're 'fully loaded' I think I'd like to get you off with my mouth. Then we can take our time and really enjoy it when you are inside of me." She knew this young man would be ready to go again quickly after blowing his first load, and that was if there was any down time at all. She wanted to be able to really enjoy having him inside her, and not have him feel like he had to hold back from coming.

"Why don't you take your shirt off and really get comfortable?" she asked. Cindy removed her own shirt and then jeans, so she was only dressed in a lacy black bra and panty set. She noticed Will's eyes roam across her body lustfully.

"Just let me do the work," she whispered. Will nodded and laced his hands behind his head, looking down as Cindy worshipped his manhood with her tongue.

"Have you ever gotten head from a married woman before?" she asked, flashing her wedding ring towards Will for emphasis.

He shook his head and had to clear his throat to say "No."

"So what do you think so far?" she asked before taking him back into her mouth. A loud groan of pleasure was Will's only response.

The bedroom door opened and John quietly stepped in. "Don't mind me," he told them, sitting down in a chair next to the door. He flashed Will a big goofy thumbs up, which made both Cindy and Will laugh.

The remaining nervous tension was broken, and Cindy focused on giving Will a quality blowjob. She could feel her husband's eyes on her back as she licked and sucked on Will's cock. She was glad the young man didn't seem uncomfortable with John in the room. There had been one guy who promptly lost his erection and couldn't get it back. Will's eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell rapidly with excitement. Cindy could picture the entire scene in her head, she, the wife, sucking and licking her young lover on the bed while her husband sat behind her, watching and smiling.

Cindy wrapped her hand next to her mouth on his shaft and started bobbing up and down rapidly. She massaged his balls gently with her free hand as she slid his cock head in and out of her mouth. She felt him swell up to even thicker proportions as his orgasm approached. Will groaned out, "I'm gonna come!"

Blast after blast of warm semen spurted into Cindy's waiting mouth. She was impressed by the volume of it, which quickly filled her mouth. Luckily Will wasn't a thruster, and she was able to simply keep her lips around the head of his cock while slowly pumping his shaft with her hand, finishing the job. With her young lover's load still in her mouth she released his cock and turned to make eye contact with her husband. She opened her mouth and let Will's semen dribble out, running down her lips and chin onto his still hard cock. She smiled at John as the last of it dripped out of her mouth.

Cindy bounced out of the bed and over to the adjoining bathroom, leaving the two men alone together, one naked and recently sucked off by the other man's wife.

"Cindy isn't much of a swallower," John explained as Cindy rinsed her mouth out in the bathroom sink. "Luckily she's a good woman and always lets a man finish in her mouth!"

Cindy re-entered the bedroom. "Why don't you get cleaned up, and then we can start the second round," Cindy told Will, who was still lying on his back with semen covering his still partially hard cock. "Don't worry about getting it on the sheets, I'm going to wash them later," she told him as he tried to get up carefully.

Cindy walked over to her husband and kissed him passionately as Will cleaned up. "Enjoying the show, lover?" she asked.

"You know I always do," he replied. Cindy reached down and squeezed her husband's cock through his pants. Though it was notably smaller than Will it still was obviously quite hard.

"You want to join us?" she asked.

"I will later," he answered. "He deserves a chance to be alone with you the first time, and I'm happy just to watch. I got to fuck you last night after all."

"Yes, you did, twice if I recall," Cindy said, beaming at her husband. "You always get so horny the night before our play dates."

"I'm excited to see you be pleasured," he replied. Will returned from the bathroom, cleaned up.

"Hey Will, you want to see my wife's lovely tits don't you?" John asked. He stood up and removed Cindy's bra, tossing it to the side.

Cindy laughed as her husband pulled off her panties as well. "There," he said. "Now you two are both naked." He swatted his wife's ass playfully. "Now go back to your lover," he told her.

She heeded his advice, and Will and Cindy lay down together on her marital bed. He was eager to explore her body, and she was happy to allow him the chance. His hands groped her with youthful lust. It was flattering that a young, strong man could be so excited by her middle aged body. She looked down and saw his cock was already once again fully swollen and ready.

Will cupped one of her breasts in his big hand and held it so his mouth could lick the nipple. Cindy cooed appreciatively, and he took the entire hard bud into his mouth, sucking it tenderly. Cindy was impressed; Will certainly knew how to touch a woman with the right mix of tenderness and firmness.

Cindy closed her eyes and enjoyed touch of the young man she'd only met that morning across her naked body. She certainly was enjoying the experience, but got a special thrill knowing how hot it got John to watch her with other men.

Will's hand fluttered across her stomach down between her thighs. She gasped as he brushed his fingertips across her pussy, teasing her expertly. 'Wow, this young stud is good', she thought to herself, smiling. He eventually slid a single finger into her wetness, exploring her and preparing her to be penetrated by something much larger.

He placed dozens of kisses across her breast and stomach as he stimulated her with his hand. Cindy glanced over at her smiling husband. It was so wicked, so wanton to have him watching her with a guy who was only a few years older than their own son.

Being with Will made Cindy feel young again. It reminded her of when she was a young woman, eagerly touching and groping whatever man she was sharing her bed with at that point in her life. Of course there was a lot to be said for sexual experience, but she felt a certain nostalgia for young, firm bodies and seemingly unending stamina.

She saw John stand up and slowly take his clothes off. It showed that he was eager to see his wife have Will inside her.

"That feels so good," she cooed to Will tenderly. "I want to feel your big cock inside me. Would you get a condom out of the drawer?"

Will opened the drawer she pointed to and quickly ripped open a large sized condom and rolled it down his shaft. Cindy marveled at his erection.

"You like your present?" John asked, noticing his wife's gaze.

"Very much," she told him.

"It's your favorite size," John added.

"You know size isn't that important to me," she responded.

"Yes, but I also know you sure don't complain when a guy is well hung!" John said, chuckling.

Cindy spread her legs apart widely as Will positioned himself in between her thighs, his hard member aimed at her very damp pussy.

"Fuck me, Will," she moaned. "I need you."

Will moved his hips forward and the head of his cock pushed past the entrance to her pussy. She was acutely aware of his girth. "God, baby, it feels so good," she moaned, not making it clear if she was speaking to her husband or her new lover.

Cindy felt Will slide the remainder of his erection deep within her. He certainly was large, and taking his entirety challenged her, in a good way. She would never say any penis felt better than her husbands, but she had to admit that it was nice to be really filled up every now and then.

Will took his time, allowing her to adjust to him. He obviously had been trained by some girl on how not to hurt a woman with his sizable member. He slid back and forth slowly and gently, opening her up while building their shared passion.

She looked to John, whose own cock was fully erect. He wasn't touching himself, merely watching with a huge grin, and he waved at her when she made eye contact. She cried out "Oh yes, Will," both out of passion and for her husband's benefit. She always made a point of expressing how good her lovers felt in a way her husband could see or hear, and Will certainly seemed to enjoy her words as well.

Cindy clung to the sheets and felt the young man thrust deep within her, savoring the sensations and the depravity of the act, being fucked by another man in her bed with her husband watching. The wantonness of it never got old, no matter how many times they did it.

Cindy became concerned John might not have a good view of the action. He certainly had a nice view of Will's thrusting ass, but she suspected her straight husband might prefer something else to look at. "I want you to fuck me from behind," she whispered to Will, who nodded and slid out of her. She arranged herself on all fours facing her husband, so Will had to move to the head of the bed. He slid himself back in her soon enough.




Cindy



Cindy looked at her man and smiled, enjoying the sensation of Will fucking her deeply from behind. John's eyes moved back and forth between looking at her and the young man behind her, who she couldn't see.

"Yes... yes!" she cried out. Cindy's hair was obscuring her face, but she brushed it aside and looked lustfully at her smiling husband. "God your cock feels great, Will!" she moaned, but was speaking directly to John.

His cock did feel great, thrusting in and out of her deeply. It was rough and passionate, raw sex. Two bodies, intertwined, connecting at a basal, primal level. Cindy's body shuddered with pleasure.

"How's it feel to fuck my wife?" John asked Will.

"It feels amazing," Will replied between thrusts. "You're a lucky guy."

"Yes I am!" John agreed.

Cindy was amused by the casual conversation the two were having in the midst of her getting fucked. She slipped her hand in between her thighs and played with herself as Will continued thrusting deep within her.

"Oh god... like that... keep fucking me," she cried out. Will continued his pace steadily with surprising discipline. She remembered a lot of men his age would race to the finish line right when it started getting good for her.

Cindy became lost in a world of sexual bliss, forgetting about her husband and focusing solely on the cock penetrating her and the feelings of her own fingers against her pleasure center. "Yes... yes... YES!" she cried, exploding in orgasm. She clenched the sheets tightly with her free hand as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her body. Will's thrusts didn't slow as she came, in fact he may have accelerated his pace slightly.

"Oh god, you fuck me so well. Cum in me whenever you're ready. I want you to cum while fucking me," Cindy moaned. John had told her she had a real talent for telling guys exactly what they wanted to hear in the moment, and truly meaning it.

Will grabbed her hips and thrust into her with even more force and speed than before. Cindy was amazed at the ferocity with which he fucked her, and even more amazed how long he kept it up.

Will's grunts and moans became louder and deeper, and she felt his cock swell up within her pussy. With one final grunt he gripped her hips tightly and thrust himself deep inside her. "I'm coming!" Will gasped, and Cindy felt the young man's cock throbbing within her, depositing his second load of the afternoon in the thin latex barrier between their bodies.

"Mmmmm..." Cindy cooed, opening her eyes and looking over at her husband. She could see from the look of his eyes and the hardness of his cock that the display in front of him had excited him tremendously.

They allowed Will to take his time extracting himself from Cindy's pussy before John moved. As Will went to the bathroom to clean up, John moved between his wife's thighs.

"No... you can just fuck me..." Cindy protested weakly, but her husband refused to listen. He placed his mouth against her swollen pussy, licking her with a hungry ferocity.

Will stepped back into the room and took John's place in the chair, watching John go down on the woman he'd just fucked. Cindy smiled at Will as she enjoyed her husband's oral attention. The young man was still partially hard, his long erection dangling in front of him impressively.

Cindy was taken by surprise when her husband slid up her body and thrust his cock into her. It felt good to have a cock inside her without it being wrapped in an unfortunately necessary latex sheath. Her husband didn't fill her quite as much as Will, and she hoped she was still snug enough for him to enjoy himself after being opened up by Will's thick shaft. Still, she knew how much it excited her husband to watch her, and expected he was close to coming.

John thrust inside her rapidly. Her concerns were unnecessary, as her husband had no difficulty reaching his own orgasm inside of her. She loved watching his face as he came, it made her feel safe, secured, and desired by the man she loved.

Cindy looked over at Will, who had watched her and her husband with curious attention. His cock was still semi-erect. She had little doubt that with proper attention she could have made it stand tall and proud quickly. Still, after getting fucked twice in a row she felt a little sore, and tremendously satisfied.

Husband and wife lay together in bed for a minute or two before Cindy asked, "I'm going to shower, would either of you gentlemen like to join me?"

"Will, why don't you accompany my wife?" John suggested.

"Sure, sounds good," Will replied.

Cindy led Will back into the bathroom and adjusted the shower knobs to get a nice temperature shower started. She shut the door to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, her new lover following her.

"You make love wonderfully, especially for a man your age," she told him, soaping up her hands and washing his chest tenderly.

"Thank you," he replied. "You definitely showed me a thing or two, especially about how well married women suck cock."

"Well thank you. While I'm sure I'm not unique, don't expect every older married woman to be quite so good at cocksucking," she said with a wink.

Cindy finished washing Will's chest and moved her hands downward, soaping up his thick shaft and balls.

"Such a lovely cock you have too. I'm sure you make some lucky college girls very happy."

"Whenever I get the chance," he replied with a grin. His cock was growing larger and firmer from her touch.

"Such stamina too. You young studs can get hard so many times!" Cindy said, laughing. She stroked Will's long shaft with her soapy hand.

"So, do you want to do it again?" he asked, hungrily.

"Sweetie, you fucked me wonderfully, so much so that I'm a little sore. I'm not used to having something so thick in me!" she exclaimed, squeezing his cock for emphasis.

"Oh, ok," Will replied, his face showing obvious disappointment.

"But, I'd be happy to take care of your needs with my hands if you like. Do you want to cum on my tits?" Cindy didn't wait for an answer, instead falling to her knees in front of Will, continuing to stroke his cock. The water from the shower pelted down against her bare back. Cindy looked up at Will with lustful wonder as she played with him.

Cindy hoped that John wouldn't be too disappointed to miss out on some "action", but she figured it would give her a little story to tell him later and get him nice and worked up. John's favorite stories always were the sex she had when he wasn't around to witness it. She always got his permission in advance and told him about it later, naturally.

Despite being so quickly erect, Cindy pumped Will's shaft for a good while without him coming. Still, she could see from the expression in his face he was loving every second of the hand job. Cindy cupped and cradled his balls as she stroked his thick shaft rapidly, still slick from the soap bubbles.

"You want to come for me baby? You want to come all over my tits?" she asked, looking up at Will towering above her. She knew how much men loved the feeling of power looking down on a woman pleasuring them.

"Yes... god yes!" Will moaned. His cock throbbed in her hand, and his semen shot out of the tip of his cock onto her chest. Not surprisingly it wasn't terribly voluminous, but Will trembled with intense pleasure after climaxing from the long hand job.

Cindy stood up and kissed him tenderly, first on the cheek and then on the lips. "You are a wonderful young man who is going to make some girl very happy one day," she told him.

"And John is truly lucky to be married to a woman like you," he told her.

"I think we're both lucky," she observed, rinsing Will's semen from her chest and giving her body a quick scrub down. "Finished?" she asked him, and he nodded. Cindy turned off the water and grabbed two bath towels to dry off with, handing one to Will.

"The kids will be home in an hour or so. You're welcome to stay for a little bit, but we'd prefer if you leave before they get here. We try not to complicate their lives with our lifestyle," Cindy said to Will. John waved at them from the kitchen, fully dressed.

"I think I'll be going. It was great to finally... meet you," Will said, putting his own clothes back on.

"Yes, definitely," Cindy agreed. "If you get the chance we'll have to do this again sometime."

"I'd like that," he replied.

Cindy escorted Will to the front door, where John met them. "Thanks for fucking my wife," he told Will with a smile and a handshake.

"It was a pleasure," Will replied.

John moved himself behind Cindy and pulled off her towel. "Well with a body like this, I'm not surprised," he joked. Cindy giggled, pretending to struggle with John for her towel, a little excited to be nude with two fully clothed men, both of whom had fucked her that afternoon.

"Give Will a hug goodbye," John suggested to his naked wife. She giggled and threw herself into Will's arms, pressing her nude body against his clothed one.

"I really had a great time," she said.

"Me too," he agreed, reaching down to squeeze her ass playfully. "Take care of her, John," he said.

"You take care too," John replied. The couple waved goodbye to Will from the door as he walked to his car, well satisfied after his first encounter with a married woman.



Cindy



PAUNAWA: Ito ay kathang isip lamang. Hindi propesyunal na manunulat ang may akda, kaya't anumang bagay na mali o hindi ikagugusto ng mambabasa ay pagpasensyahan nyo na. Isa lamang ang layunin ng may akda, makapagbigay saya sa mga MAKAKAGUSTO at sa mga HINDI, magbasa nalang kayo ng diaryo! He he! juk juk juk! 

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PART I

Nagsimula ang lahat ng ako'y makatapos ng hayskul. Bilang panganay sa aming anim na magkakapatid, dahil hirap kami sa buhay nagpasya akong magtrabaho nalang at wag ng ipagpatuloy ang aking pag kukulehiyo. Subali't labis na tumutol ang aking mga magulang kasi nama'y hindi sa pagmamalaki meron akong angking katalinuhan. Ang gusto ng nanay at tatay ko ay makatapos ako ng kolehiyo para mas malaki ang uportunidad ko na magamit ang aking mga nalalaman. Dahil na lang sa respeto at pagmamahal ko sa aking ama't ina wala na rin akong nagawa kundi sundin ang kanilang nais, ngunit paano? wala naman kaming sapat na pera para tustusan ang aking pag-aaral sa kolehiyo. 

Isang araw nagulat na lang ako ng sabihin ng aking ina na tuloy na tuloy na ang pag-aaral ko ng kolehiyo. "Bakit po" ani ko sa aking ina. " Nakontak ko na ang tiyahin mo sa maynila at pumayag syang pag-aralin ka" tugon naman ng aking ina. "Tiya? " ang pilit kung ibinabalik sa aking alaala kung sinong kamag-anak ko sa manila na kaya akong pag-aralin. "Tama, si Tiya Bebeng maaaring sya!" ang pabulong kung sambit sa aking sarili. Si Tiya Bebeng kasi ang maituturing na maykaya sa buhay. Bukod sa trabaho nya na isang branch manager ng isang sikat na bangko, eh ang taas pa na posisyon ng asawa nya sa custom, si Tiyo Rudy. Bilib daw kasi sina Tyo at tyang sa aking talino kaya nanghinayang sila at pumayag na maging sponsor ko sa pag-aaral sa kolehiyo, total naman eh nag-iisa lang ang kanilang anak na si Cindy at magtatapos na rin ng hayskul. 

Medyo me katagalan na rin kasi ng huling pumunta ang pamilya nila sa probinsya namin, siguro nun namatay yung lola namin, kung hindi ako magkakamali 7 years na ang nakakaraan. Si Cindy, na noo'y kalaro laro ko lang. Natandaan ko lang na madalas kaming maligo sa ilog noon. Siguro matanda lang ako ng isang taon sa kanya, madalas rin kaming mamasyal at mamingwit ng isda. matagal kung nakasama si Cindy kasi nama'y nagkataon na Abril ng mamatay ang lola namin at katatapos lang ng eskwela kaya nagpaiwan si Cindy sa aming probinsya upang magbakasyon. Umuwi lang sya ng Manila weeks before magpasukan.

Lumipas ang mga araw, dahil sa masyado akong abala sa pagtulong sa mga gawaing bukid sa aking mga magulang hindi ko namalayan na Mayo na pala at sa susunod na buwan ay Hunyo na, magsisimula na naman ang pasukan sa iskol. Hindi nga naglaon me natanggap na telegrama ang aking ina na nagsasabing lumuwas daw kami (ako & Inay) ng Manila at susunduin kami ni Tiya Bebeng sa terminal ng bus sa Cubao. So ganon nga ang nangyari lumuwas kami ni Nanay at tulad ng inaasahan sinundo kami ng Tiya Bebeng sa isang terminal ng bus sa cubao. Take note dala pala ni Tiya ang kanyang kotse, eh first time kong makasakay ng kotse kya enjoy na enjoy ako.

Isang mainit na pagtanggap at walang katapusang kumustahan ang nangyari ng makarating kami sa bahay nila Tiya, nagkataon kasing linggo noon at walang ring pasok si Tiyo kaya ayon kwentuhang katakotakot ang nangyari. Ako nama'y medyo pa ngiti ngiti lang kasi nama'y hindi pa ko masyado sanay kina tiya medyo nahihiya pa ako. Andon nga rin pala si Cindy na hindi ko halos makilala kasi namay dalagita na ito. Siguro'y ganon din sya sa akin kasi naman bata pa kami nung huli kaming magkita kya malaki na ang pinagbago ng aming pisikal na kaanyuan. Wala lang kaswal lang kaming nagbatian at nagsusulyapan pag minsan at nagkakangitian.

Tulad ng pangako ni Tiya pinag aral nya ako sa isang eskwelahan dito sa Manila sa isang kundisyon na magtatapos ako ng kolehiyo at hindi magloloko sa pag aaral. Ako naman ay determinado na makatapos kasi bihira ang pagkakataon na tulad nito halos libre na lahat ang aking gastusin, tuition, bahay, damit, pera at kung ano ano pa. Para akong tumama sa sweepstakes! 

Lumipas ang mga araw natapos ko ang first semester ng kolehiyo. Nagmamalaki akong pinakita ang aking mga class cards sa aking Tya Bebeng at Tyo Rudy, halos lahat kasi ng subject eh mataas ang marka ko baka nga maging cum laude pa ko pagnagkataon na maintain ko hangga fourth year ang mga grades ko. Tuwang tuwa naman sila kasi mula ng tumira ako sa kanila eh parang naging isang anak na rin ang turing nila sa akin kya pinagmamalaki nila ako sa mga kaibigan nila at kamag anak. Well, si Cindy kasi hindi masyado matalino pero average naman sya kung galing ang pag uusapan. Masaya rin si Cindy sa kinahinatnan ng first semester ko sa college, gusto nga nya sa iswelahan ko na rin sya mag aral ng college para daw maturuan ko sya. Fourth year high school na kasi sya non. Naging palagay na ang loob ko sa pamilya nila, lalo na kay Cindy na halos tinuring ko na ring bunsong kapatid. Madalas kaming nagkukulitan, asaran, kwentuhan at kung ano ano pa. Meron din kaming hilig na gusto namin pareho tulad ng sports. Mahilig din pala syang manuod ng PBA tulad ko. Pagminsan nga nadayo pa kami ng Cubao para lang makapanood ng live, lalo na kung maglalaro ang aming paboritong team (Ginebra syempre). Para talaga kaming barkada kung maituturing, me tampuhan, awayan , pero di naman natatagal eh nagbabati din kami. 

Isang araw umuwi ako sa bahay na medyo bad trip, kasi naman yung nililigawan ko eh me sinagot na palang iba. Bad Trip talaga first time ko manligaw naunahan pa! Dahil sa init ng ulo ko tumuloy ako sa kusina para kumuha ng malamig na tubig, ok na rin pampalamig ng ulo. Nadatnan ko don si Cindy na kagagaling lang sa eskwela, nag hahanda sya ng merienda nya (sandwich). "Gusto mo?" tanong nya, "hindi na wala akong gana" sabi ko habang hawak ko ang isang basong tubig na umupo sa silyang katapat nya.

Habang busy syang kumakain, sya'y aking napagmasdan. Tama pala ang sabi ng aking mga kabarkada na napakaganda at malakas ang dating ni Cindy. Alam ko kasi marami sa mga friends ko ang nagkakagusto kay Cindy, ang problema hindi sila pwedeng makalusot sa akin. Tinuring ko na kasing bunsong kapatid si Cindy kaya ganon nalang ang pagka-protective ko sa kanya. Ayaw na ayaw ko na tinatalo sya lalo na ng mga friends ko. Puro kalibogan lang kasi madalas ang pinapairal ng mga kabataan kaya minabuti kong protektahan si Cindy sa mga gusting magnasa sa kanya. Alam ko na me kalibogan din ako pero ni minsan hindi ko pinagpantasyahan si pinsan.

Pero sa pagkakatingin ko sa kanya sa pagkakataon yon napansin ko na napakalaki na talaga ng pinagbago ni Cindy. Dalagang dalaga na talaga ang pinsan ko. Makurba na ang kanyang likod at balakang. Napakahaba na rin ng makikinis nyang mga hita, para syang isang long-legged model na tulad ng napapanood ko sa fashion show sa TV.

"Manonood ka ba sa ULTRA? me laro ang Ginebra ngayon!" tanong nya sa akin. "Hindi wala kasi ako sa mood baka abangan ko na lang sa TV. Ikaw?" . "Hindi rin, tatawag kasi ngayon si Mark" sagot nya sa tanong ko.

Si Mark kasi eh isa ring close friend ni Cindy. Napansin ko na friendly rin si Mark at halata ko na me gusto kay Cindy kaya lang insecure siguro si loko kasi naman mukha syang komedyante parang si Long Mejia. Hindi naman sa pagmamayabang ang layo naman ng mukha ko sa kanya noh! Sabi kasi nila medyo kahawig ko daw si Cesar Montano eh! he he he!

"So kumusta si Long este si Mark? " Nakangising sabi ko sa kanya habang sya naman ay yumuko para magsalin ng tubig sa baso na nasa harapan ko. Hindi ko maiwasang sumulyap sa kanyang "clevage" na nooy kitang kita dahil sa V shape na T-shirt na suot nya. Tayong tayo ang kanyang mga suso na natatakpan lang ng puting bra.

" Ikaw talaga! wala kang magawa kundi asarin sya!" Sabi nya habang bigla syang tumayo at tumingin sa akin. 

Ako'y nabigla at namutla hindi ko akalain kasi na bigla syang tatayo at titingin sa akin. Hindi ko kasi alam kung nahuli nya akong nakatitig sa kanyang dibdib. "Juice ko nakakahiya me!" sa loob loob ko lang.

Lumabas na sya ng kusina at tumuluy na sa kanyang kwarto. Ako namay napaisip na siguro wala namang masama kung nahuli nya kung nakatingin sa clevage nya at least siguro hindi nya iisipin na me malisya yon , kasi sa alangan naman na hindi ako tumingin eh nasa harapan ko sya.

Umalis na rin ako at pumasok sa aking kwarto. Nilibang ko na lang ang aking sarili sa pakikinig ng music at di ko namalayan na nakatulog pala ako. Nang ako'y maalimpungatan napansin ko gabi na pala. "Putsa laro nga pala ng Ginebra baka tapos na ah!" Dali dali akong lumabas at pumunta sa sala.

Fourth quarter na ng naabutan ko ang laro kya nag concentrate akong nanuod habang si Cindy naman eh me kausap sa telepono habang nanonood din. Sa wakas nanalo din ang Ginebra ng larong yon kya masaya pa kaming nag aperan ni Cindy. Tsaka ko lang napansin na wala sina Tiyo at Tiya. "Nasan sina mommy at daddy mo?" Tanong ko kay Cindy. "Me pinuntahang party hindi ko nga alam kung ano oras sila uuwi." tugon naman nya. 

Lumipas ang oras habang nanonood kami ng TV ni Cindy, biglang umulan at kumulog ng malakas. Napaigtad si Cindy sa kanyang pagkakaupo sa sofa, takot pala sya sa kulog. Lumapit sya sa akin at umupo sa tabi ko siguro para maibsan ang kanyang takot. " Ikaw talaga kulog lang eh takot ka pa! ang laki laki mo na ah!" Sabi ko sa kanya habang kinabig ko syang papalapit sa akin para maipabatid ko sa kanya na safe sya sa aking mga braso. Sya naman ay medyo nanginginig pa na sumandal sa akin habang kami'y kapwa nanunuod ng TV.

Tumagal din ang kulog at kidlat sa labas. Kaya ang posisyon namin ni Cindy na medyo yakap ko sya at nakasandal sa akin eh sa kalaunan ay hindi na namin napansin, siguro libang na kami sa aming pinapanood.

Sa isang pagkakataon sa pinapanuod namin eh me bed scene, medyo nagkaroon ng dating sa akin yung eksena kya tiningnan ko si Cindy kung ano reaksion sya sa scene na yun. Wala lang nakatitig lang sya sa screen na parang ordinaryong scene lang pinapanood nya. Ako naman medyo nairita o na concious kasi babae't lalaki na nag lolove making pinapanood namin, tapos kami nama'y halos magkayakap, kahit ba mag pinsan kami eh babae't lalaki rin kami..

Hindi ako masyado makapag concentrate sa aking pinapanood. Nagkaroon kasi ng malisya ang pakiramdam ko sa pagkakalapat ng katawan namin ni pinsan. Ramdam na ramdam ko kasi ang makurba nyang balakang at ang maliit nyang baywang na medyo nakadagan sa akin. At sa tuwing titingin ako pailalim sa kanyang dibdib eh kitang kita ko naman ang kanyang mga clevage at bakat na bakat ang kanyang mga suso sa suot nyang V-shape na T-shirt. Naramdaman ko na medyo tumigas ang aking batuta sa aking shorts. Ginawan ko ng paraan na makambyo papalayo sa likod ni Cindy ang aking batuta, mahirap na baka maramdaman nya. "Langya ka talagang batuta ka bakit ka tumigas!" sa isip kong sabi sa aking sarili.

PART II

Sinubukan kong mag concentrate sa aming pinapanood para mawala ang paninigas ni manoy sa aking harapan, pero mas lalo akong nalibugan ng masamyo ko ang bango ni Cindy, kakaiba ang kanyang bango, amoy pinipig! Nakakagigil! Natural na natural ang amoy nya. Amoy ng tunay na dalagang pilipina!

Grabe na ito! Lalong tumigas ang aking batuta!

Juice ko ano ba itong nararamdaman ko para sa kanya! Oo maaaring me pagtatangi ako sa kanya, mahal ko sya kasi pinsan ko sya! pero dapat hanggang don nalang yon, hindi ko sya dapat pagnasaan dapat nga ako ang mag protekta sa mga nagnanasa sa kanya! 

Inilipat ko ang aking mga braso sa kanyang mga bewang niyakap ko sya ng bahagya. Siya naman ay parang walang malisyang humawak lang ang aking braso. Tiningnan ko, sya tuloy pa rin ang panonood nya ng TV, wala lang parang normal. Itinaas ko pa ng kaunti ang aking mga braso upang ang aking kamay ay medyo nakapatong na sa kanyang mga bra. Tapos tiningnan ko sya, ganon pa rin walang reaksyon nakatingin pa rin sa TV.

Ok lang kaya na andon ang kamay ko? Ramdam kaya nya or hindi lang nya pinapansin? Ang mga kamay nya naman eh nakakapit pa rin sa aking mga braso na pwedeng pwede naman nyang tanggalin at itulak ako kung sakaling ayaw nya! Napapansin kaya nya na na malapit ko ng mahawakan ang kanyang suso? Alam kaya nya ito o talaga lang walang malisya para sa kanya yun? -mga katanungan ko sa aking sarili.

Hindi ko lubos maisip kung ano ang magiging reaksion nya kung tuluyan ko nang hawakan ang kanyang mga suso. Magagalit ba sya? magugustuhan ba nya or what? Nenerbyos na ako at nanlalamig kung itutuloy ko pa ba ito, pero sayang ang pagkakataon andon na ko kumbaga naka first stage na ko, kelangan nalang eh i-follow up! Hindi na nga ko nakapagpigil hinawakan ko na ang kanyang kaliwang suso ng aking kanang kamay, sabay tingin sa kanya kung ano ang kanyang magiging reaksion. Magiging violente kaya sya? sasampalin kaya nya ako at itutulak? Tinitigan ko sya, pero wala. Walang ka reareaksion ang kanyang mukha, ni hindi sya gumalaw. Parang wala lang tuloy ang panood nya ng TV.

Nakahinga ako ng maluwag. Eto na, payag na sya! Oo pinsan ko nga sya pero babae pa rin sya at napakaganda. Hindi ko na palalampasin ang pagkakataon na ito! ngayon pa! pinayagan na nya ako na damahin ang isa nyang suso!

Dahan dahan, unti unti kong nilamas ang kanyang suso, na kahit nasa ibabaw lang ng kanyang damit eh damang dama ko ang kalambutan noon. Bahagya ko ring piniga piga iyon , matatag na matatag ang pagkakatayo ng suso nya nahalos eksakto lang ang kalakihan sa aking mga palad. Dahil sa ginagawa ko ay laong tumigas ang aking pagkalalaki.

Hindi na ako kuntento sa paglamas sa ibabaw ng T-shirt nya, gusto kung yung tunay, yung mismong makinis at tayong tayo nyang mga suso. Ipinasok ko sa ilalim ng kanyang damit ang aking kamay, mula sa kanyang puson pataas, isinuot ko ang aking kamay sa gilid ng kanyang bra at dinakma ko ng buong buo ang makinis at malambot nyang dibdib.

Tiningnan ko sya pero tulad ng dati nakatutok pa rin ang paningin nya sa TV, kahit na nilalamas ko na ang kanyang suso at nilalapirot ang utong. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nasa loob nya. Gusto nya ba ito? O wala lang syang magawa para pigilan ako? Bahala na sya basta ang alam ko libog na libog na ako ng oras na yon.

Tuluyan ko ng itinaas ang kanyang bra upang malaya ko ng lamasin at haplosin ang kanyang dibdib. Naramdaman ko na tumigas ang kanyang mga utong dahil siguro sa kiliti ng aking mainit na mga palad na nooy walang sawa sa paglalaro sa kanyang suso. Ilang minuto ring namalagi ang aking mga kamay sa kanyang dibdib. "Hanggang saan kaya pwedeng mangahas ang aking mga kamay?" Tila hindi kuntentong tanong ko sa aking saril kaya dahan dahan kong pinagapang ang isa kong kamay papunta sa puson nya; hindi pa rin sya kumibo, sa garter ng shorts nya; hindi pa rin sya kumibo!

Hanggang sa tuluyan ko ng pinasok ang kanyang panty patungo sa nakatago nyang puke. Napakalambot ng kanyang mga bulbol na medyo me kanipisan pa sa aking pagkakapa, at ng salatin ko ang pinakagitna ng kanyang hiwa ay medyo napaliyad na sya sa pagkakasandal sa akin. Ngunit bigla nyang hinawakan ang aking kamay! -Mahigpit!- Eto na pipigilan na nya ako!....,,, pero hindi pala saglit lang nyang pinigilan ang aking kamay upang maiayos nya ang kanyang mga hita. Dahil sa medyo binuka na nya ang kanyang mga binti, hudyat na yon upang mas lalo kung pagnasahan ang munting paraiso sa pagitan ng kanyang mga hita.

Dahan dahan kong hinaplos ang kabuuan ng kanyang pagkababae. Napakalambot nun at medyo may katambukan. Sinalat ng pang gitna kong daliri ang pinakahiwa ng kanyang puke, upang hanapin at salatin ko don ang nakatago nyang kuntil. Naramdaman ko rin na medyo basa na sya at siguradong nagugutuhan na nya ang ginagawa kong pag salat sa kuntil nya. Lumalalim na rin ang kanyang paghinga, sa wakas nagkakaroon na rin sya ng reaksyon!

Tiningnan ko sya, nakapikit na ang kanyang mga mata at bahagyang kinakagat ang kanyang mga labi!

Sinimulan kong fingerin ang kanyang hiwa. basang basa na sya at talaga namang humahalinghing na sya ngayon. Ipinasok ko pang mabuti ang aking mga kamay sa kanyang shorts, basang basa na ang kanyang panty. Ibinaon ko dahan dahan ang aking gitnang daliri sa basang butas ng puke nya. Napakainit sa loob non at napakasikip. Ibinaon ko pa ng husto ang aking daliri sa kanyang sinapupunan, pero halata kong nasaktan sya ng ibaon ko ng sagad, siguro dahil virgin sya, kya ang ginawa ko ay inalis ko na lang yon sa pagkakabaon at sinalat salat ko na lang at pinaglaruan ang kanyang kuntil. Alam ko na nagustuhan nya yun kasi lalong namasa ang kanyang puke. Pinaikot-ikot ko ang nangingitab kong daliri sa kanyang hiwa at kuntil. Pinaglaruan ko ng husto ang kanyang kaselanan!

Talagang libog na libog na rin sya. Palalim na ng palalim ang kanyang paghinga, umiikot na rin ang kanyang balakang sa bawat pagdampi ng aking daliri sa kanyang kuntil. Pag minsan ay hinahawakan na rin nya ang aking kamay at pinagdidiinan sa kanyang pagkababae.

Lumipas rin ang ilang sandali ng maramdaman kong naninigas sya at napapaunat ang kanyang mga binti, habang buong lakas namang iniipit ng kanyang mga hita ang aking kamay na nooy naglalaro sa malambot nyang pagkababae. Napaungol sya ng malakas at panay buntong hininga! "Lalabasan na sya" bulong ko sa aking sarili. Hindi nga nagtagal naramdaman kung bigla syang nanginig, nanghina at napasandal sa aking dibdib.

Iglap ay hinagilap nya ang aking mga braso at inalis sa pagkakagapos sa kanyang katawan. Tumayo sya at nakita kung namumula ang kanyang mukha. Namumula rin ang kanyang mga mata at me tumutulong mga luha. 

"Bakit?" medyo garalgal kung tanong.

Ngunit hindi sya sumagot at bigla na lang tumakbo papasok sa kanyang kwarto.

Hindi ako nakakibo sa aking pagkakaupo. Bitin na bitin ang tigas na tigas ko pa ring tarugo! inamoy amoy ko pa ang aking daliri. Basang basa pa rin ito ng katas na hiyas ng aking pinsan. Dagli akong pumasok sa aking kwarto at dyenakol ng dyenakol ang aking uten hanggang sa ako ay labsan.

Lumipas ang init ng aking katawan, noon ko lang napagtanto ang aking ginawa. Napakagago ko pala! Nilapastangan ko ang aking pinsan! Anong kademonyohan ang pumasok sa aking sarili at nagawa ko yon? Ano kaya ang susunod nyang gagawin? Magsusumbong ba kaya sya sa aking Tiya at Tiyo? Juice ko paano na ko kung magsumbong sya? Napakatanga ko talaga, ako ang dapat sisihin sa nangyari! Siguradong patay ako sa aking tiyo pagnakataon! Mawawala lahat sa akin at maaari pa akong makulong!

Inayos ko ang aking sarili at pumunta sa kanyang kwarto ngunit sarado yun. "Cindy, Cindy mag-usap tayo!" tawag ko sa kanya, pero hindi sya sumasagot. Sinubukan ko ring buksan ang pinto pero naka lock yon. "Tang na! patay na talaga ako!" sisi ko sa aking sarili. Dahil sa malalim na ang gabi minabuti ko na ring matulog. Hintayin ko na lang bukas kung ano ang mangyayari!

Ewan ko kung makakatulog nga ako. Nagtatalo kasi sa isip ko ang nerbyos at kaba sa maaaring mangyayari kinabukasan. Alam ko pagising ko andon sina Tiyo at Tiya kasi Sabado wala silang pasok sa opisina. Eh paano kung tuluyan nang magsumbong si Cindy sa ginawa ko sa kanya! "dios ko makalusot lang po ako dito, hindi ko na po uulitin!" halos tiim kong dasal.

PART III

Kinabukasan hindi muna ako lumabas ng kwarto ko. Pinakiramdaman ko kung anong nangyayari sa labas. Wala naman akong napapansing kakaiba. Nagsumbong kaya si Cindy? Kung nagsumbong naman sya, sana galit na galit na akong sinugod ng Tiyuhin ko. Pero hindi eh kaya nagpasya na akong lumabas.

Nabungaran ko si Cindy sa sala me kausap sa phone pero nakatalikod sya. Si Tiyo naman busy sa pagbabasa ng dyario at pag-inum ng kape sa veranda (terrace), at se Tiya naman tulad ng dati pag araw ng sabado nag didilig ng kayang mga tanim na halaman sa labas.Nakahinga ako ng maluwag, hindi nagsumbong si Cindy!. Lumipas ang oras normal ang takbo ng buhay sa bahay. Ganon pa rin si Cindy parang walang nangyari. Syempre ako naman patay malisya rin sinasakyan ko na lang sya kung kakausapin nya ko kahit deep inside eh me guilty feeling ako. Hindi naman kasi kami makapag-usap ng seryosohan ni Cindy ng araw na yon. Balak ko kasi mag sorry sa kanya at humingi ng kapatawaran sa aking mga nagawa. Pero wala talagang panahon para makompronta ko sya kaya pinabayaan ko na rin, siguro sa ibang pagkakataon nalang.




Cindy



Pamela was yard saleing, Going to yard sales was one of her Saturday morning rituals. She seldom actually bought anything but slowly picking through other peoples junk was a good way to relax and get to look though other peoples lives. The things people thought might sell were amazing and were often as unique and informative as asking direct questions. At least the things for sale didn't lie and the window into heir lives was very telling. As she fingered one item after another Pamela noticed her profile in a full-length mirror propped up as against a filing cabinet. Not bad she thought, 47 no belly to speak of, a nice ass, pretty face and reasonable sized boobs. She turned again as if to see if the different view could change her mind. A giggle form beyond the mirror drew her attention away from the quite good looking woman in the reflection. 

"Ma'am" she heard a small female voice ask, "do you like the mirror? It was in my room but now I have a new one." 

Pamela turned quickly slightly embarrassed to have been caught admiring her own view. 

She looked at the young girl, a very pretty redhead, short with the soft blue eyes and pale complexion many natural redheads have. A splash of freckles looked as though they had been sprayed across her face. "Kind of busty for one so young" Mused Pamela

"I like it sweetie, but it doesn't match my rooms decor. " Answered Pamela. 

The young girl smiled as she brazenly stared into Pamela's eyes, " I think you are pretty too!" With that remark the girl sauntered away, her bubble butt shaking like she was on the beach trying to excite the boys.

"That was kind of strange", thought Pamela "Almost flirty, my oldest son would love her" 


As the young girl walked away Pamela felt her own nipples tighten up at the sight of the girl shaking her butt. "Whoa! Where did that come from ran through her mind," lechering after young girls wasn't her usual reaction. "Must be too long since I got my own ashes hauled" Pamela just smiled at her own weirdness this day and continued to pick up the odd object here and there. 

From across the yard Cindy, watched Pamela, Cindy's eyes took in Pamela like a cat takes in the sight of a bird. No one knew, but Cindy liked girls, her mom and dad would have been scandalized to hear her thoughts now. "WOW, what a sexy looking woman, such a tight body, wonderful smile, such nice feminine hands and fingers! So confidant"

Pamela's thoughts and eyes returned to the items for sale, an erotic book, "I wonder if that cute little redhead has been reading this? A set of clear Corning cookware, with a pot and a lid missing, but not the same pot or lid, old board games, vinyl records, early 80's pop rock. "Ahh yes, The Police! Zenyatta Mondatta, In good shape too!" Pamela took the record over to the small bench the Girl was sitting on. "Miss, I'd like this record" 

The girl was all smiles as she took the record and started looking for a bag to put it in, "No that's ok!" I don't need a bag. 

The girl brought the record back up from under the bench where she was rooting for a bag. "Ok" she said brightly, her hand seemed to caress Pamela's as she took the dollar from her hand.

Again Pamela had that odd tight feeling as she touched Cindy, Cindy caught her eyes again and Pamela tried to shake off the feeling of arousal. 

The drive home was uneventful, except the vision of those pale blue eyes, red eyebrows and eyelashes. "Very disturbing thought Pamela" When she got home the fighting kids and other responsibilities drove the thoughts of the blue eyes from her head. 

That night as she laid in bed Pamela began to caress her body, it had been a long time since she had been good to herself, being a single mom didn't allow much time for fantasy but tonight as she slowly built up thoughts of flat bellied young men, muscled arms and piercing eyes suddenly the pale blue eyes of the girl at the yard sale hovered in front of her, the long red eyelashes, long curly hair, and heavy boobs began to make her nipples hard. Pamela shook her head to clear her mind but the girl's image remained and as Pamela slowly began to caress her kitty the redhead's image began to drive her toward ecstasy. As she came, her entire body convulsed with he best orgasm Pamela had experienced since she could remember. As she lay there in the after glow, she realized she had called out very loudly. She listened closely to see if her boys had awakened but no sounds came from the house other that the usual creaks and groans as the house cooled down from the days heat. Pamela smiled to her self, "Damn I'm a perve in my old age! A dirty old woman!" she slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep.

The next day was busy, breakfast, clean the house, wash her oldest son a pair of pants for his date tonight. The day was long and tedious as many days are for most single moms. But finally with the days chores done and the oldest boy on a date and the youngest in his room playing video games Pamela decided to listen to her new album, Pamela had always thought vinyl sounded better than CD's warmer, better defined. As she took the album out of it's cover and put in on the turn table and cleaned it her thoughts returned to the young girl at the yard sale, "so pretty, why did she affect me so?" 

As she settled down to listen to the album on her head phones Pamela took the jacket cover out to read the liner notes, as she did she noticed a small slip of paper fall to the floor. Pamela picked it up and unfolded it. "Some love note left by the original owner 30 years past?" suddenly the blood drained from her face and then slowly built back up into a blood red blush, "A note from the young redheaded girl!"

"Miss, I am so glad I got to see you today, I desperately need to meet you! Please meet me for lunch at the mall food court next Saturday! One O'clock, I'll be waiting for you!"

Pamela just stared open mouthed at the note, "No way! How could she have known! Is it that obvious? No way no how will I meet this little bit of jail bait!" Pamela didn't even notice the record as it skipped on one line "Temptation Frustration, Temptation Frustration, Temptation Frustration!" 

The week went by as weeks do, work, dinner, chores, frustration, especially frustration, every time Pamela closed her eyes the vision of blue eyes and red hair haunted her. Every night became filled with dreams of the young girl, blue eyes, long red hair and brazen gaze. 

Saturday came with the same problems as usual, fighting kids, yard work, house cleaning. When Pamela finally looked at the clock it was 11:00, her heart skipped a beat, two hours until the redheaded girl would be waiting for her at the mall! She hastily told her boys she was going shopping and went to take her shower. As she stood under the hot water She ran through her mind what she would tell the girl, "I'm not gay, you are too young to know if you are gay, I am too old for you, the reasons went on and on. As she dressed she put on her best black push up bra, black silk blouse, a black flared skirt about 3 inches above the knee, black thigh high stockings, no panties of course, as Pamela stood on front of the mirror she admired her form, "wow I could pass for late twenties!" She searched through her closet for her spike heels, her ex had called them her "fuck me" shoes, as she put them on she suddenly gasped, "what the hell am I doing, "fuck me shoes" to impress a teenaged girl? I must be insane!" she started to take off the wildly sexual outfit but a look at the clock told her she was too late to do that. If she was going to go she had to wear what she had on!

The trip to the mall was heart stopping, Pamela could barely concentrate on the road and missed her turn off to the mall twice. Once inside she walked slower and slower toward the food court, "what am I doing, this is so wrong, so damn sexy," As she gazed across the food court she could see the crowed areas around the perimeter, mostly teenagers, the younger girls cruising in packs with the boys watching from the sidelines. Pamela also noticed men watching her, "Damn I must look like a hooker in this outfit!" As she stood looking for the girl Pamela almost felt naked, "I should have worn my panties, and a damn jogging suit" As that thought passed her mind she sighted the girl, sitting alone in a booth, about as private a location as the mall food court provided. Pamela started to turn and go, maybe she hadn't seen her and this craziness could stop before it had a chance to start! But the girl caught Pamela's eyes and she went to the booth. The girl motioned for Pamela to sit, her eyes were dancing as she reached for Pamela's hand and said, "My name is Cindy" 

"Pamela" came out of her mouth almost unbidden. She looked into Cindy's eyes, "why did you want to meet me? 

"Pamela" the word seemed to dance off Cindy's tongue then a flood of words. "I am so hot for you! I know you think I'm crazy or young or both but I am so attracted to you! I just had to talk to you,!"

Pamela blushed again, "Cindy, do you even know what you are suggesting? I am not gay, what makes you think you are gay!" As she talked Pamela took in Cindy, she was so girly, sweet face, pouty lips, pink lipstick, cute tight jeans, red high heeled shoes, a light green peasant blouse that showed off her boobs. She could feel her own nipples tighten as she looked at Cindy.

"Cindy, what makes you think you are attracted to me? You are way too young to even have sex much less sex with an older adult! You should be out teasing boys and laughing with your friends!"

Cindy laughed an almost bitter laugh, "Pamela, I've tried the whole boy thing, all I really enjoyed was practicing kissing on the girls, pretending to make out, but they just do it to tease the guys. When I want to really get serious they always reject me! Oh Pamela, I am so very attracted to you! Your smile, your eyes, your face! Some of the girls talk about seducing older men and how great they are as lovers, I want an experienced woman not some grubby old man!"

Pamela sighed, "Cindy, what makes you think I would be interested in another woman? Do I look butch or something? Sure a kissed a couple of girls in college but I have two sons, I have always been with men since then."

Cindy smiled a mischievous grin, "Those hard nipples showing through your blouse makes me think you might like me more than you let on!" 

Pamela drew back her hands from where she had been holding Cindy's on the table, "Cindy how old are you?"

"Eighteen"

"Cindy do you know what would happen to a 47 year old woman who had sex with you? They would put me in jail! It's against the law no matter how much I like you!" 

Cindy leaned forward her breasts smashing up against the table as she reached for Pamela's hand across the table. "Pamela swear I would never tell anyone, I am 18 that's legal age, please teach me about love and sex, I am really desperate, I want you!"

Pamela laughed a heavy laugh, "Cindy you haven't thought this through, what am I supposed to do, get a hotel room and be seen taking a young girl in for the night? I have kids I have to take care of, a household to run. I don't have time for rendezvous with anyone, much less someone I could go to jail for being with!"

"Damn, the girls who take older men as lovers don't have to go through this," thought Cindy. "Pamela, I have it all planned out, at least our fist time anyway! You won't go to jail no matter what happens, I am 18! My Mom and Dad are out of town with my brother for the weekend, they are checking out a college several states away and will not be back until Monday evening! I have a bottle of wine on ice at home, a plate of finger food I cooked, candles ready to light, I am ready today! Please come to my house! No one will suspect if they see a woman come home with me, they'll just think you are a teacher or a friend of the family!"

Pamela sat back in her seat, "Damn she has been planning this, I am glad a wore a black skirt, if it'd been white I'd have a stain as big as my hand showing when I get up!" "Cindy, you are so pretty, very pretty, and I admit that for some reason I am attracted to you," Pamela shook her head with exasperation, "Ok, I'll visit you, but I'm not going to promise anything, just a visit!" 

Cindy's face lit up with excitement, she jumped up and took Pamela's hand as she got up. "Let's go, you won't be disappointed!" 

As she led Pamela out of the Mall Cindy babbled almost uncontrollably, "We have a pool, we can swim, I'll cook for you, I have some special lavender massage oil, I'll treat you like a queen, it will be a wonderful evening!" 

Pamela suddenly realized they were walking to the wrong entrance, "Cindy, my pick up truck is at the other end of the mall, I'll have to go back and get it and meet you at your house." 

Cindy looked devastated, "Pamela, let me drive you there, you can leave your truck here and we'll ride in my car, I'll bring you back when you want, I want you ride with me just like we're on a date! I've never been on a real date before!" 

By this time they were standing at Cindy's car, a jet black Mazda RX-8, Pamela bent over to look into the little sports car, "Damn it's a stick shift!" She felt Cindy's hand slid across her butt as her arm went around her waist, "ya wanna drive it?" 

Pamela looked at Cindy again, she had that mischievous look in her eyes again. Pamela smiled back, "Oh hell yes!" Cindy handed her the keys, Pamela went around and opened the passenger door for Cindy and closed it as Cindy slid into the seat. Pamela stood for a moment to take in the situation, she shook her head and thought, "crazy, crazy, crazy!" Pamela did her best strut as she walked around the front of the car, opened the drivers side door, as she slid down into the seat her dress was pulled up exposing her stocking tops, she caught Cindy's hungry eyes taking in her legs she slid on into the drivers seat and Pamela blushed and modestly pulled down her skirt. The driver's seat fit her like a glove, butter soft leather, a dash full of gauges instead of idiot lights, Pamela loved it! 

Cindy handed her a thin pair of soft black leather driving gloves, "I always wear these!" Cindy said with a wink. 

Pamela held the gloves for a sec, so soft and supple, Pamela made a show of pulling them on, they were the type that most of the fingers were exposed, just the palms of her hands and just below the first knuckle was covered. Pamela pushed the key into the ignition and turned it, the deep growl of the rotary engine as it fired up was enough to make Pamela grow goose bumps she loved powerful cars. She adjusted the mirrors and turned to look behind as she clutched the transmission and moved the smooth standard shifter into reverse. 

Cindy snuck a quick kiss, her lips slid over Pamela's own as she ran the tip of her tongue over Pamela's lips "Damn, Damn, Damn, this can't be happening!" Was the thought running through Pamela's mind as she backed up and pulled out of the parking place. Pamela shifter into first and the car leapt ahead, the shifter firmly in her hand she clutched and shifted again, she felt Cindy's small hand run up her skirt finger her stocking tops and then touch Pamela's smooth bare kitty. 

Cindy's giggle rang out, "I just knew I had picked the right woman!" she cuddled up to Pamela as she gave the directions that would take them to her home.

As she drove up Pamela was impressed, obviously the yard sale had not been held here! She got out of the car making sure she showed as much leg as possible, went around to open Cindy's door "oh hell might as make as it sweet for her as possible!" 

Cindy jumped out of the car eager as a small puppy and led Pamela inside. Inside the house was as Impressive as it had been on the outside, very tasteful but still way beyond what Pamela was really used to. As the front door closed Cindy turned to Pamela and threw her arms around the older woman, Pamela felt her hands squeezing her butt. Cindy slowly raised to her tiptoes and put her face near Pamela's, "Kiss me, please kiss me Pamela!"

Pamela looked into those big blue eyes and under those red lashes and slowly began to kiss Cindy, lipstick made both their lips soft and slick, she moved around to Cindy's ear, and ran her tongue over it and bent down to kiss Cindy's neck, She can feel Cindy's heart beat thundering under her lips, Cindy's breath is heavy as she begins to slowly slide to her knees, Pamela is surprised as she watches the beautiful face look up at her as she raises Pamela's skirt, urges her to stand with her legs apart and begins to kiss Pamela's bare kitty.

 "Damn, I've never had anyone get on there knees to me! She shudders as Cindy's tongue finds her clit and begins to flick back and forth over it!" Pamela can't resist the temptation to grab a handful of Cindy's red hair and pull her face in tight against her kitty, "god it feels so wonderful!" Pamela's mind begins to wonder, "this is so wrong, so damn good sooo, whoa, WHOA! WHOAAAAOOO", a wave of orgasm washes over her unexpectedly, she hears a giggle come from Cindy, she feels Cindy's tongue go in deep as she begins to suck Pamela's clit, Another wave of orgasm runs up her spine as Cindy's attentions begin to get uncomfortable, Pamela tells Cindy to get up in a low voice, again a painful orgasm washes over her. Pamela pulls Cindy off her kitty and up on to her feet, as Cindy rises up to look Pamela in the face she can see Cindy's lipstick is smeared and her face is moist, Pamela kisses her again and runs her tongue into Cindy's mouth.

"That was wonderful Cindy, simply wonderful! What am I going to do with you my little angel?" 

Cindy smiles that little mischievous smile, " I have some idea's Pamela, in fact I have more than a few ideas" Cindy takes Pamela by the hand and leads her on into the house.....

 Part two b>

Pamela felt like she must be looking like a hayseed as Cindy lead her to the back yard. Double glass doors opened out to a pool surrounded by a tall stonewall. A huge hot tube sat beside the pool, pool furniture for at least a dozen people sat on the smooth stone patio surrounding the pool, Cindy was beside her self with excitement, Cindy took both Pamela's hands in her's and faced her. "Pamela, lets go up stairs, I have some things to show you and we can come back down after we've had a little bit of food and wine then we can enjoy the hot tube or swim or both. We can do anything you want, we have the house all to our selves!"

Pamela smiled at her young lover, "there can't be but a hand full of men with in a hundred miles that wouldn't give anything to change places with me right now, She is simply beautiful, nothing like the nerdy looking girls I made out with in college!" 

Pamela pulled Cindy to her and bent her head down to kiss her. Cindy's kiss was open and full, it took Pamela's breath away, when she pulled back Pamela whispered to Cindy, "Lets go up stairs my little angel, I'll show you a few things about making love."

Cindy wrapped her arms around Pamela, hugging her so tight it made Pamela stagger, she backed off and took Pamela's hand, "lets go my beautiful lover, I can't wait any longer!"

Cindy almost ran as she pulled Pamela across huge room to the broad staircase. As she climbed the stair case Pamela almost felt like she was in Gone With The Wind, not quite Terra but way past her little brick ranch in the suburbs, Again the feeling of how crazy this was ran through her. 

When they got to the top of the stairs Cindy led Pamela to a room, it was bigger than Pamela's own living room, a big poster bed, a pink canopy covered the bed that was lined with stuffed animals and big pillows. Suddenly Pamela was overwhelmed, Cindy must have seen this in her face. She looked up at Pamela.




Cindy A Working Girl



Cindy has been a tenant for several months now and was a regular at the pool where she turned the heads of all the men and some of the women.

Cindy's story starts out over a year ago in another town. She had just turned 18 and had gone out with some girl friends to celebrate. The bar was packed and she loved to dance and well tease the males a little. She wore a very loose top that was a metallic gold and silver open to show her sweet innocent little 34B tits and very tight jeans. She liked to bend over and give the boys a show and tease them. She thought it was fun to see the men get hard and then she would walk away. 

Well the night went on and Cindy had been drinking very heavy and so had her closest girlfriend. The girl that was driving had disappeared and so they were sort of stranded. 

Jake had offered to give them a ride and so Jake and his two buddies escorted, almost carried, the two drunk girls out to the car. Cindy was in back with a fellow on each side and she was drunk. Gail, her friend, was in front with Jake and she was drunk too. 

The fellow started getting very pushy. 

"MMMMMMMM lets see what you have inside that top of yours little girl."

"No, I don't want to do that and you were just going to give me a ride. "

"Oh I will give you a ride little girl, here feel this. He took her hand and placed it on his crotch and growing cock."

She could feel his hard on jump when she touched it and she drew her hand back but not that fast. It had been an interesting sensation and had stirred something inside her. 

His hand was inside her blouse and cupping her breast and then his fingers squeezed her nipple.

"Stop that what are you doing as she tried to push him away."

His fiend on the other side pulled her shoulder back and put his hand in her blouse and grabbed the other breast and squeezed the nipple hard and she shuttered. It hurt but then there was something else. No time to think as her head had been pulled back and one was kissing her hard and had his tongue deep into her mouth.

Jake had driven to their shack of a house and when they got there they just hauled the drunken girls into the living room. Gail's blouse was unbuttoned and one breast was exposed and she did not seem to notice. Jake grabbed her and pushed her to the sofa and bent down and took her nipple hard in his mouth and between his teeth. She moaned and hollered " hey that hurts stop it " at which Jake kissed her mouth hard and then back to the tit and pulled it back hard. 

"Shut up bitch you know you want it and you're going to get it."

Meanwhile Cindy had been sort of standing between the two as they continue to handle her breasts and pinch her nipple. Then one of them started to suck her nipple and bite it hard and suck it deep. She sort of liked the feeling and there was a wetness starting in her panties. She was drunk and not sure what was happening. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned as he sucked harder and pulled back with her breast in his mouth. The other was running his hand from behind around her belly and pushing down into her very tight jeans. He pushed but the jeans were to tight. She could feel his hand as it moved over her belly and it sent a tingle through her down to her crotch and the wetness grew. He reached both hands around and unbuttoned the jeans and pulled the zipper down and roughly shoved his hand into her panties. 

"Hey may she is wet, oh ya, we got a live one now. Lets fuck her good man. " 

Oh no she thought no no, and she started to struggle. It was not good , the one sucking her nipple simple grabbed both wrists and held them behind her back while the other fellow pulled down her jeans. He released her hands and grabbed the top and whipped it up and over her head and off. She staggered and swayed drunkenly. 

"Oh no please don't do it please" she said over and over. Both men just laughed and went back to sucking and then down came her panties and she could feel a hand and then fingers probing her wet pussy.

Oh man she is a tight one Jake. This is going to be good. I am going to fuck you so good babe you will beg for more

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH nnooooooooooooooooooooo 

" she pleaded.

She was pushed to the floor and her legs spread wide and without any foreplay she felt the hard BIG cock push against her lips and then. "OMG ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she felt the cock thrust deep into her pussy. It hurt so bad " ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" so bad so very bad so mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yes fuck me you bastard. Being drunk help dull the pain but there was a strange pleasure. Her eyes were closed but then all of a sudden she felt a cock head pushing against her lips and her mouth opened and now she had a cock thrusting in and out of her mouth.

She was naked on a strange floor being fucked by one man and forced to give a BJ to another. There was a strange sensation in her. Her pussy was so wet and the feeling of his cock thrusting was so goooooooooooooood. Oh yes fuck me hard. What was she thinking how could she feel like this. They were total strangers. 

She started to gag as he thrust deep and hard into her mouth and then he came and pumped a bucket of cum.

OMG no no, and she tried to spit but couldn't and then she swallowed. That's not so bad she thought and it did not taste so bad either. Then she started to tongue the cock in her mouth. She was beginning to like the feelings she was having. 

The other was pumping hard and fast now and ramming so deep it hurt so goooooooooooooood.

It feels good fuck me , fuck me faster she was thinking and then without any thought her hips started to buck and she wiggled and bucked and he thrust and then she moaned. With a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. The cock in her mouth disappeared and she felt herself being bent in half with legs to shoulder. He was still pumping hard and deep and then ohhhhhhhhhhh my what. She felt something at her ass, a finger was pushed into her ass. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no but it felt good in a strange way and then she started to have a wild thrill and she buck and moaned and the AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she screamed as she had an orgasm, bucking and wiggling. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes fuck me she thought. 

Jake in the mean time had fucked her friend who had passed out and so was no longer any fun. Jake heard the moaning and came over and just knelt down and put his cock in her mouth and pushed. 

Now she had a cock in her pussy, one in her mouth and a finger in her ass. 

She liked it. The man fucking her moaned and shot a load of hot cum deep into her pussy. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she heard him moan.. He drove it so hard and deep but with the other things going on she could not concentrate on just one thing. 

Then they switched the finger man pushed the moaner aside and said "hey man I want a piece of this one" and he rammed his cock into her and started pumping. It hurt as she was stretched out again and the inside of her pussy was starting to get sore. This did not stop him and he rammed in and out and she moaned with a cock in her mouth then there was an explosion of cum in her mouth and pussy at the same time.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" it hurts, I'm chocking, and she gags and bucks trying to get away. She has trouble breathing and then all goes dark. She has passed out.

She wakes up and finds herself naked with an old blanket over her. Her clothes scattered around. Gail is nowhere to be seen and she does not know where she is. I have to get out of here. She dresses finds her purse and heads out the door. 

When she got back home she took a hot bath. She hurt all over. Her breasts were brused and red. Her ass was read and her asshole felt strange, mmmmmmm in a sort of good way. Her pussy was really sore but mmmmmmm that it feels good and the idea of several men fucking her was sort of well sexy. 

She realized she like fucking and she liked fucking several men at once. She had had sex with a couple of boys but nothing like this and it was mmmmmmmmmmm sort of good.

She did not have a job and had not thought of a career yet but welllllllllllllll maybe this could work for her. They always say to get a job you like to do and she did like to fuck.

Well Cindy did just that and she started making her living doing what she enjoyed doing best. It did not take long before Cindy move out of home and got her own place at Sunrise Apartment Complex. Although Cindy lives alone for the obvious reason Gail her old friend visits often, in fact Gail has sort of gone into business with Cindy.

Cindy has kept the apartment off limits for the most part, with only an occasional client stopping by. Mostly she works out to the really high class hotel downtown and uses a room there. 

Cindy is young and a very good looking girl and likes having sex with multiple clients. Gail and her do some, well how is it said, wild and exciting things. Sometimes things do get out of hand and the last night was one of them. The client had hit her several times and his friend had like to spank her butt hard and it was really sort. He had even tried to fuck her ass and that hurt. They had been real creeps and she had been just a little afraid. It was good they were in the hotel. No telling what would have happened if they had been somewhere else. She was a fool.

Cindy was at the pool having just gotten out of the sauna when John came by. He took a look at her and shook his head. 

Morning Cindy, "mmmmmmmmmmmmm, Cindy we have to talk. Your place or mine but it has to be soon."

"Is something wrong? "  " No but I want to talk to you in private."

"Okay my place in an hour."

John nodded, "Hour your place", and he move on to finish cleaning the pool.

Cindy had returned and put on a pair of sweat pants with panties and tee shirt but no bra as her breast and nipples hurt his morning. She was wearing dark glasses to cover the black eye.

She answered the door, " Hi John come in, want some coffee."

"Thanks, black , never turn down coffee."

"Okay , now what is it you wanted. " John was right behind her and as she turned with the coffee he took off her glasses.

"As I thought, black eye". He took the coffee put it down and lifted the tee and turned her.

"Hey what are you doing. " 

"Just looking at the burses, and what are these, teeth marks, how many more have you got.""

"None of your business, what gives you the right." John did not hesitate he grabbed her and spun her around and pull her sweat pants down. 

"Well young lady you sure walked into a whole mess of pain last night. I hope it was worth it, did they pay well."

John had suspected what Cindy was doing for a living for a month now but said nothing as it had not affected the complex, and well he like Cindy, besides her good looks was friendly and did not treat him like some sort of hired help or servant. No one knew John was also the owner of the complex. 

"What do you mean paid well, are you saying." 

John smiled, "I am saying you make a living selling sex, and you got yourself hurt bad last night. That is not smart. You do this alone?" "Oh and don't give me the righteous indignation play acting. I don't care what you do for a living but I do care if you get hurt doing it. You're a good tenant, pay on time, and keep a neat and clean place and you don't treat me your personal slave. So I am protecting a good tenant. Now what the hell happened to you."

She proceeded to tell him everything. She had been afraid for the first time last night and she was hurt and scared and well John all of a sudden seemed like a guardian, protector and the next thing she knew she was in his arms crying.

John was taken back when she just lunged into his arms crying. 

"There there it is going to be okay." He was holding her very close and tender patting her back and holding her head. She cried for a couple of minutes and John just held her and rocked back and forth. 

He was smiling and thinking, what am I doing, but then John had always been a caretaker of either buildings or people. She was hurt and afraid and she needed someone to lean on, she needed a real friend. Stop it you old goat you, you would fuck her in a minute if you had the chance. Well maybe that was true a couple of minute ago, but John was a sucker for a crying woman. So no fucking this one, this one you take care of.

She was only sobbing now and John held her back and looked at her. "All those marks on your body are not good for business you know." She nodded and put her arms around his neck and hugged him close. 

"Okay, you need to be able to call for help if this every happens again. Give me your cell phone."

He took it and put his cell number in under HELP, and the ICE No 1 speed dial. He also put in a second number.

"Okay now if you need help you hit one and leave the phone open and on. I will find you. Second you call the other number and leave a message, Cindy Sat 10pm Midtown Hotel room 111. Or what every information you have but you do it understand."

She looked at him with questions and then just nodded her head. "Okay I have to get to work and you look like you need some rest. If you want I have some lotions for the burses and the other marks but I think right now you need to rest." She nodded again and the tears started to run down her cheeks. 

"Hey, there there it is going to be alright." She ran at him and threw her arms around his neck and whispered in is ear, "Thank you so much, thank you thank you." She kissed his cheek. 

John got a lump in his throat. Shit what am I doing? Now I got a 19 year old girl, woman, that I'm starting to treat like a daughter and she is a prostitute. 

Shaking his head John gets back to work.

The story continues.