There is something about being away from home that encourages people to try the unknown. The illicit, the forbidden, seem more attractive and less wicked somehow. A faithfully married man will find himself with a strange woman at an out-of-town convention. A young boy will experiment with drugs for the first time when he goes away to college. And young girls discover many things considered taboo at home when they go away to school.
CINDY'S NEW FAMILY is about a young girl who dares to try the unknown. Cindy Thomas is a foster child living with a family that many would consider strange, but it is through them that Cindy learns many lessons about life.
CINDY'S NEW FAMILY is a story about a time that everyone must face, that fragile moment between childhood and maturity. It is a frightening and confusing time, but one that holds lessons that will remain for a lifetime.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Standing naked in front of the dresser mirror, her cunt tingling with anticipation, the young girl smiled at her reflection. She struck several seductive poses as she had seen the girls do in the men's magazines, giggled to herself, then tied her long auburn hair back.
"Not too bad," she muttered softly, opening a tube of pink lipstick. "Not too bad at all."
She cupped a large creamy tit in her hand and pointed the nipple upward, then applied the lipstick to the tip, making it look wet and shiny. She did the same to the other nipple and admired her handiwork in the mirror. The conical mounds stood out from her chest proudly, with no hint of a sag. They were bigger and firmer than practically any she had seen.
Tomorrow was the big day. It was her fourteenth birthday, and her best friend, Dotty, was throwing a pool party for her. A lot of boys were going to be there, rich boys, and she wanted to be sure she was the center of attraction.
After capping the lipstick, she picked up a pair of scissors, and bowed her head. She moved her legs apart slightly, pulled a tuft of hair from the dark bush that surrounded her pelvis, then began snipping. Her new bikini was very skimpy and she didn't want straggles of pussy hair sticking out around the edges, even though she heard it was sexy.
There was a faint sound in the hallway and she quickly twisted her head toward the closed door of her bedroom. When she saw it was still closed tightly, she sighed with relief and again tackled the job of trimming her cuntal hair. Her uncle had gone to bed tipsy and her aunt was at a fund-raising meeting, so she was sure it had been her imagination.
Peering intently through the valley between her breasts, she concentrated on the dark bush that flowed from her belly, surrounded her pink cuntal crevice, and disappeared between her shapely thighs. Just four more years, she thought as she clipped the soft hair. Four more years and I'll be out of this damn place and on my own. I'll marry some rich sonofabitch and I'll never have to worry again.
The easy part was done. She bent over, pulled out the bottom drawer of the dresser and placed a foot on it. Very cautiously, she pulled out the hairs in her crotch and lopped them off, dropping the cuttings on the rug. She was proud of her furry cunt hair, but had wished many times it weren't so long.
When she had finished snipping as many curls as she dared, she tossed the scissors on the dresser top, then raised up to admire the total effect. A smile curved her lips as she gazed at the reflection of her smoothly rounded figure. Below the firmly thrusting tits her flat belly flowed into heart-shaped hips, with the pink pouting lips of her cunt right in the middle.
Just a few more years and I'll be in those magazines, she thought.
She winked back at herself, then turned to get her robe from the bed before picking up the hair on the rug. She froze immediately. The door to the hall was open and her uncle was standing there in his pajamas, staring at her nakedness. His eyes were glazed and he had a leering grin on his face.
"Uncle Matt!" she gasped, covering her nipples and crotch with her hands and arm. "I thought you were in bed!"
"I couldn't sleep," he replied hoarsely. "I kept thinking about you."
As he entered the room and came toward her, the girl saw that his pajamas were pushed out in front of him like a tent. The protrusion bobbled as he walked toward her, eyeing her body lustfully. She spun around, dropped her arms, and lurched for the robe lying on the bed. Before she could reach it her uncle grabbed her, turned her toward him, and pressed himself against her, punching his hard cock into her tummy.
"UNCLE MATT!" she wailed, pushing against his chest. "DON'T! PLEASE! LET ME PUT MY ROBE ON!"
"Don't be like that, Cindy," he said gruffly, tightening his grip around her. "I know you've been teasing me. I know what you want." He tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she turned her head away.
"Uncle Matt!" she pleaded. "Please! Oh, God, don't! Let me put something on! Aunt Emma might come back!"
"Oh, baby!" he groaned, sliding a hand down her naked back to her round ass. He gripped a firm cheek and pulled her toward him, hunching his stiff cock into her taut belly. "You want it, kid! I know you do! Don't fight it!"
She squirmed and struggled against him, her arms protecting her tits as she tried to push him away. Then suddenly she felt the naked heat of his cock on her skin as it slipped out of his fly. "MATT! I BEG YOU! DON'T! PLEASE!"
She felt his steamy breath against her neck as he began pushing her toward the bed. She planted her feet on the floor and tried to stop him, but he was too strong. Then he was dropping to the floor and pulling her with him. They landed on their sides, and before she could squirm out of the way, he had her on her back and was on top of her.
"Please don't do this, Matt!" she sobbed. "Please! Let me up! Don't! Aunt Emma! Don't, Matt! Please!"
Cindy had managed to keep her legs together but she could feel his hard, hot prick pressing into the crevice between her thighs. The rigid tip was throbbing against the closed crevice of her cunt. "MATT! OH, GOD, DON'T!"
"I got to!" he grunted. "I just got to!" With her pinned beneath him, he grabbed her wrists with both hands and forced them above her head. "Don't fight, baby! You want it as much as I do!"
His chest crushed her tits, then she felt his stubbled cheek scratching against hers. "OH, GOD!" she cried. "GOD! PLEASE!"
"It won't hurt, baby!" he rasped. "You had it before! I know you have! Body like that, you probably let a lot of punks in you! C'mon, baby! For old Uncle Matt!"
He rolled from side to side on top of her as he forced his knees between her legs. His weight and strength were too much for her, and she couldn't stop him from prying her thighs apart. Then the fiery head of his shaft was stabbing at her pussy, probing for the tight opening in her valley.
"MATT, THERE WAS NOBODY!" she cried out. "HONEST! DON'T PLEASE DON'T! I'LL TELL! I SWEAT I WILL! PLEASE!"
"Can't ... stop!" The tip of his tool had found her gash and was sliding down to her hole. "Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Baby!" Setting his knees, he began pressing upward, and the swollen head of his cock entered her clenched orifice. "GGGNNN-UUUGGGHHH!"
"WWWAAAHHH!" she shrieked. "MATT IT HURTS! OH, GOD! DON'T FUCK ME! I CAN'T! DON'T! OH, MY GOD!"
"CINDY! AAARRRGGGHHH!" He continued to jam his pecker into her girlish twat, forcing it into the small opening as she thrashed and writhed under him. "CHRIST, YOU'RE TIGHT! OOO-HHH, CINDY! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"OOOVVWW!" she screamed. "YOU'RE HURTING ME! AAARRRGGGHHH! STOP! JESUS! STOP!" She kicked at his legs and tried to free her wrists from his clenched fists. The pain was excruciating. It felt as though a huge pole was being driven into her dry tunnel. "WWWAAAHHH!"
"Oh, God, Cindy!" he groaned into her ear. "I've wanted to dick you for so long! You're beautiful! Uuunnnfff! Don't struggle! Help me! Uuunnn-ggghhh!"
"OH! OH! OH! OH!" Cindy sobbed. His cock had stopped penetrating her and she could feel his pelvis pressed against hers. "TAKE IT OUT! OH, GOD, TAKE IT OUT! MATT! OH, CHRIST! DON'T!"
"Take it easy, kid!" he crooned. "You'll like that big dick! Just wait! GGGNNNUUU-GGGHHH!"
He pulled his cock out until only the head was buried, then stuffed it in again, shuddering as the grasping tissues of her cunt exerted pressure on his swollen tool. "FUCK, KID! FUCK! DAMN, YOU'RE TIGHT! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Cindy tasted blood in her mouth as she bit her lip. The gigantic prick plunging in and out of her belly was agony. Tears squeezed out from under her closed eyelids and she cried. "MATT! MATT! FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T! THAT'S ENOUGH! PLEASE! STOP! OOOHHH!"
"Relax, kid!" he grunted. "It won't hurt if you relax! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Jesus, what a cunt! Oh, baby! Baby! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
He was hunching hat her rapidly, quivering as he speared his pecker into the virgin pussy. Her huge, firm tits pressing against his chest excited him even more. His tickling, tingling rod swelled and became even harder as he hammered it into her hot tunnel.
"CINDY! OH, JESUS! UUUNNNGGGHHH! YOU FANTASTIC LITTLE CUNT! I CAN'T HOLD IT TOO LONG! DAMN! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
He released her wrists suddenly and slipped his hands under her shoulders as he increased the tempo of his plunging pecker. Something penetrated suddenly to Cindy's shocked and tortured mind. The thing stabbing into her belly was sliding easily now, and even though she could feel the monstrous shaft slamming against her womb, the pain had disappeared. The only sensation she had was of the thick shaft filling her pelvic region, but that still didn't stop her from raising her free hands and hammering at his sides and back viciously.
"STOP, MATT!" she shrieked. "TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! OH, GOD, MATT! YOU BASTARD! YOU DIRTY BASTARD! STOP IT! STOP IT!"
"FUCK!" he shouted in her ear, ignoring her flailing arms and legs. "FUCK, YOU LITTLE CUNT! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! OH, CHRIST! I'M GONNA CUM! AAARRRGGGHHH! DO IT, BABY! DO IT!"
"NO!" she yelled. "NO! DON'T DO IT INSIDE ME!" She opened her mouth and sank her teeth into his shoulder as she clawed at his back.
As he shouted, she felt an explosion inside her. Hot liquid sprayed against her uterus, and the thick cock in her cunt pulsed with each jet of fluid that gushed into her tube. Her heart pounded as the liquid trickled out past his embedded tool to dribble over her tightly puckered asshole.
Cindy thought the anguished scream she heard was coming from her own throat at first. Then she opened her eyes and saw her aunt's angry, distorted face above her. Cindy opened her mouth to say something, but Matt's blood choked her. Her eyes were wide with terror as she watched her aunt turn away, then come back with the gleaming silver scissors in her hand. Suddenly Emma was on her knees and the scissors were making a glinting arc toward Matt's back.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Matt stiffened on top of Cindy, then jerked several times as the shiny steel flashed in the air. "AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Cindy could feel the blows each time her aunt struck. Then she closed her eyes and screamed. She felt her uncle's limp body roll off to the side, then she was being helped to her feet.
"It's all over, dear," her Aunt Emma simpered. "It's all over. C'mon. I'll take you to my room."
Cindy's head swam as she felt herself being half carried out to the hallway and into the next room. Her aunt was talking to her, but she couldn't make out the words. Then she was laid gently on a bed and covered up.
Things were hazy for a while. She looked around the room and recognized it, but couldn't remember where she was. Her groin was painful and she was unable to control the trembling of her body. Some men came in to talk to her, but she couldn't understand them, and then a soft-spoken woman helped her dress.
A short time later she was taken out of the house and put in a car, not knowing where she was going or why.
The nurse left her in the small waiting room and Cindy glanced up at the clock hanging outside in the corridor. It was a little after nine. Sighing heavily, she leaned back in the chair and smoothed out her skirt. She could hear voices through the partly open door to the office next to her, and turned her attention to hear what was being said.
"If you'll just sign this paper, Mrs. Baker, that's all there is to it." Cindy recognized the voice of Mrs. Peterson, the social worker who had talked to her several times during the last three days in the hospital. "I want you to know we think you're doing a very gracious thing."
There was a long pause, then another voice. "Well, Mrs. Peterson, it's the least we can do. We didn't know the Simpsons very well, but we were neighbors. My husband and I are more than happy to take care of Cindy until you can find a permanent home for her."
"I must be very honest with you," Mrs. Peterson said. "It's not going to be easy. Placing a girl that age is hard enough. But with the experience she's had, well, you know. It doesn't help matters at all."
"Is there any chance that Cindy's aunt will ever recover?"
"I really can't say. The doctors don't give her much hope. Killing her husband was a terrible shock to her mind, just as it was to Cindy's. Fortunately, Cindy can't remember anything. Unfortunately, her aunt can."
There was the sound of chairs being pushed across the floor, then Mrs. Baker said, "Well, we'll do our best to try and give her a good home. I feel so sorry for her, without any family and all. I only hope she'll like it with us."
"Oh, I'm sure she will. You're being very kind.
Now, if you're ready to go, let's get Cindy."
Cindy stood up when the women came into the room. Mrs. Baker was an attractive woman in her late thirties, with long black hair and dark eyes. She gave Cindy a comforting look and walked over and patted the girl on the shoulder.
"Are you ready to go, dear? Do you have everything?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Cindy said, nodding her head. "I didn't bring much with me, I guess."
"That's all right. We can get the rest of your things later."
Cindy picked up the denim bag someone had brought to the hospital with her things in it, then followed Mrs. Baker into the hallway. They crossed the lobby silently and walked side by side to the parking lot. Neither of them said a word until Mrs. Baker had driven out of the lot and headed the car down the street.
"We didn't see too much of you when you were living with your aunt. But then, we don't go out too much, and I suppose our daughter is a little young for you."
Cindy didn't answer. She knew why they hadn't seen much of one another. Aunt Emma had cautioned her not to become too friendly with the Bakers. She had said they were rather strange, and that some of the other neighbors thought they were downright peculiar. Cindy hadn't thought much about it before. But now, going to their home, she wondered what it was about them that was so odd.
When they stopped for a light, Mrs. Baker turned to the girl. "We won't talk about what happened to you once we reach the house, but I want you to know how terribly sorry we all are. It must have been a very trying experience for you. I hope we'll be able to take your mind off everything that happened. All right?"
"Thanks, Mrs. Baker," Cindy said gratefully. "I appreciate what you're doing. Honest. If you hadn't taken me, they were going to send me to a home. Jeez, I couldn't have stood that."
"I know, dear." The light changed and they moved off. "Just as Mrs. Peterson said, things are going to work out fine. I think everybody will be happy with the arrangement."
The remainder of the ride was in silence. When they turned down the familiar side street and passed the house where she used to live, Cindy looked at the darkened windows thoughtfully. She had tried and tried to remember what had happened that night, but she couldn't. The last thing she could recall was going to her room. After that, everything was blank until she woke up in the hospital.
Three houses down they pulled into a driveway across the street and stopped. Cindy followed the woman to the front door of the neatly kept one-story home. When they entered the living room, three people were sitting there.
"All right, Cindy," Mrs. Baker said cheerfully. "I'd like to have you meet your new family. This is my husband, Ben, our son John, and our daughter, Tina."
Cindy nodded at each of them shyly. Ben was a tall, muscular man, with inky black hair graying at the temples. Their son, John, was in his teens, a handsome boy with a slim physique. She had met Tina before, and knew that she was eleven. She was a strikingly pretty girl, with long black hair like her mother.
"I'm glad to meet you all," Cindy said.
"And we're glad to have you here," Ben Baker said, grinning from ear to ear. "C'mon and sit down. Tina, go get Cindy a coke. You can show her where she'll sleep later."
A halting conversation began after Tina returned with the soft drink. The Baker family was obviously trying to be cheerful and avoid any reference to Cindy's experience. For Cindy's part, she thought everyone seemed quite normal with the exception of John. Apart from saying hello, he hadn't offered anything else, merely staring at Cindy with a vacant smile on his face.
After they had talked for a while, Mrs. Baker and Tina showed Cindy through the house, then suggested it was time for bed. Cindy was to sleep with Tina in a double bed in her room, and since she had no night clothes, Mrs. Baker gave her one of her shorty outfits.
Once in Tina's room with the door shut, Cindy was somewhat embarrassed about changing in front of the young girl, but Tina didn't seem to mind at all. The young girl quickly stripped off her jeans and sweater, then casually crossed the room to the dresser for her nightgown. She had a slim, boyish figure with sharply pointed teacup-size titties. A light fuzz covered her pelvis area and surrounded the pooched lips of her gash.
"How old is John?" Cindy asked as she began taking her clothes off, keeping her back to the girl. "He didn't say much tonight."
"He's seventeen," Tina replied, slipping the shorty over her head. "I'd better tell you about him in case they forget. He had an accident a couple of years ago. He can't, ah, well, he's kind of retarded."
Cindy put her night clothes on quickly. "I didn't think I'd seen him around school. Where does he go?"
"Oh, he doesn't go to school." Tina pulled the covers down on the bed and climbed in. "Mom takes him to a special instructor three times a week. He doesn't learn very fast."
"That's too bad." Cindy got into bed beside the girl and stretched out, thankful to be able to sleep in a room that didn't smell of medicine. "Is he ever going to get better?"
"Nobody knows," Tina answered, reaching out to turn off the light. She snuggled down and folded her arms over her chest. "They say he might be like that forever. He's nice though. He won't hurt you or anything."
"Oh, I wasn't worried about that. Heck, I'm happy to be here. That hospital was terrible."
"I'll bet it was." Tina yawned loudly and turned on her side away from Cindy. Then she turned halfway back. "One thing you should know though, Cindy. You'd better do what John wants if you want to stay here. My folks are kind of funny about him. Kind of, like, protect him."
Cindy smiled in the darkness. "We'll get along. You guys have been real nice to me. I'm not going to do anything to bend anybody out of shape."
"Uh-huh. Well, goodnight. Just remember what I said about John."
"I will, Tina. 'Night."
Cindy closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh smell of the sheets. She couldn't help but wonder why the people around here had avoided the Bakers. They seemed like very nice people. Surely no one would think they were weird just because John had been hurt. They were asses if they did.
Tiny was already snoring softly as Cindy drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
An intense pressure in her bladder woke Cindy the next morning. She noticed immediately that Tina wasn't in bed with her and looked for a clock to see what time it was, but there wasn't one. She got out of bed and went to the door, opening it a crack to peek down the hallway. When she could see or hear no one, she dashed to the bathroom and pissed.
She started back for the bedroom to see if she could find a robe, then decided against it. There was a stillness in the house that assured her no one was there, so she felt her shorty nightgown would be enough. When she inspected the living room on the way to the kitchen, her suspicions were verified. Evidently everyone had left. There was a note on the kitchen table addressed to her and she picked it up.
It read: "Cindy-Help yourself to whatever you want for breakfast. I will be home to fix lunch." It was signed Martha Baker.
Cindy poured herself a glass of milk, found a breakfast roll and ate it, then rinsed the glass in the sink and started back for her bedroom. She had just entered the room when she heard a cough. Stepping back into the hallway she listened again, then approached the only closed door. Another unmistakable cough came from behind it.
Reaching out hesitantly, Cindy turned the knob and opened the door a crack. John was lying propped up on the big double bed, naked, holding a magazine in front of his face. What caught Cindy's attention immediately was the boy's hard prick, standing up erectly from his pelvis and gently pulsating.
The tool was hairy to the end where the swollen purple head glistened brightly. Though she had felt a male's hard cock against her several times, she had never actually seen one. And viewing John's immense rod was making her pussy tingle.
The boy lowered the magazine to turn a page and noticed her at the doorway. He looked at her vacantly for a moment, then smiled. "Hi, Cindy. I didn't know you were up. C'mon in."
Cindy shook her head. "No, I don't think I'd better. You don't have any clothes on."
"Oh, that's okay. I don't usually get dressed 'til lunch anyway. C'mon in. It's okay."
The girl was reluctant, but at the same time entranced by the thick hard pole standing up so stiffly from John's groin. Her pussy was still tingling and she felt a pleasant sensation in the nipple of her tits. Cautiously pushing the door open, she -edged toward the bed, trying with difficulty to keep her eyes on John's face and not on his prick.
"Tina's in school," John said, lying the magazine on the bed next to him, seemingly unconcerned that his throbbing cock was uncovered. "Mom and Dad went to work at the store. It's a hardware store, you know. My Dad owns it."
Cindy nodded in understanding, then casually gestured to the boy's rigid rod. "Why is your thing like that? I mean, like, how come it's so hard?"
He giggled as he glanced down at his cock and back up to her face. "I was looking at naked girls in the magazine. It always makes me get hard like that. I don't know why."
"Oh." Unable to control her curiosity any longer, Cindy turned her gaze to his cock and the hair-covered sac of balls that rested on his thighs. For the first time she noticed there was a slight wetness at the tiny slit in the tip of his dong. The shaft was still throbbing and the motion jiggled his nuts.
"Haven't you ever seen a cock before?" the boy asked with a tone of bewilderment. "Huh-uh," she managed to croak. There was a tightness in her chest and she could feel moisture oozing into the gash of her pussy. "I ... I didn't realize they were so big."
"Mom said you'd probably like it. She said you'd probably want to touch it and everything. Do you?"
"I ... I guess so." Cindy's legs were getting weak and her breathing was becoming more rapid. She couldn't take her eyes off the thick, swollen shaft. It held her entranced. She sank slowly to sit on the bed near his hips, swallowing hard to relieve the tightness in her throat.
"Go ahead," John said shyly. "You can hold it if you want to. I don't min. It feels good when somebody holds it."
Nodding dumbly, Cindy reached out cautiously and curled her fingers around the rigid cock. It was hot against her palm. She could feel the pulse of each heartbeat in the thick muscle. "Oh God, John!" she breathed heavily. "Wow!"
He jerked convulsively as her grip tightened on his cock. "Jeez, that feels good, Cindy. Don't squeeze too hard, though. It hurts if you hold it too tight."
She eased her grip a little. "I'm sorry John. I didn't mean to."
Cindy slid her hand up and down the pole, feeling the texture of the smooth head and thrilling at the tickling of the hair against her palm. After stroking it lightly several times, she released his dick and reached into his crotch to cup the heavy balls in her hand. She had seen pictures of them in school, of course, but hadn't realized how large testicles really were.
"Oh, God, Cindy!" he groaned, spreading his legs and squirming as she massaged his nuts. "Jeez, that's cool! Uuuunnnggghhh!"
She was pleased that he liked it because she enjoyed it very much. She flicked a smile at him, then began running her hand over his entire pelvic region. When she had touched and felt his hair-covered groin, she again wrapped her hand around his jerking pole and applied gently pressure. "John, what do boys do when they jack off?"
His body was quivering slightly. "Jeez, I just pump it, I guess. You know, with my hand. Would you like to see it? Would you like to do it to me?"
Cindy's heart was racing. Her cunt was contracting in spasms and there was even more moisture in the folds of her pussy. Her torso was trembling and her legs twitched uncontrollably.
"I don't know how to, "she said plaintively. "I've never done anything like that before." He began hunching at her hand, forcing his dick to spear the tunnel her fingers made. "John, are you doing it? Is that what you're doing?"
"UUUNNNFFF! Huh-uh! You have to move your hand up and down." He wrapped his fingers around hers and guided them in a stroking motion the length of his shaft. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! LIKE THAT! OH, JEEZ, CINDY! UUUNNNFFF!"
"God, John!" she whimpered. "OOOHHH, GOD!" The crotch of her panties was wet and she quivered as she slid her hand up and down the long thick prong. She knew something came out of a cock when they shot off, but she had never seen it. It was called cum, she thought, or something like that.
"CINDY! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, JEEZ! OH, WOW!" He was twisting and squirming on the bedspread, lifting his hips in the air with pumping motions as she massaged his dick.-Both of his arms moved continuously as he watched her caress his tickling cock. "AAARRRGGGHHH! CINDY! OH, GOD!"
Her eyes were glued to the purple cockhead. Her pounding fist was making the boy's balls slap against his crotch, and she wondered vaguely if it hurt him. Her own body was on fire. The convulsing spasms in her womb picked up rapidly and her hard nipples were scraping against the thin material of the shorty gown.
"OH, JOHN!" she sobbed. "JOHN! JOHN! OH, GOD, I'M HOT! HOW MUCH LONGER?"
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! PRETTY ... SOON!" He thrashed and shook as he closed his eyes and pressed his hands against his scalp. "CINDY! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
His cock got bigger in her hand. She could hardly believe it could swell any more. Her fist was a blur on his dick, and the demanding ache in her cunt was getting worse by the second.
Thoughts she had never had before darted in and out of her mind, and she had an impulse to slip her mouth over the head of his cock and taste it. She wanted to climb on top of him and stuff the long, hairy shaft in her twat. But she did neither, and continued to stroke the wonderful prick in her hand.
"AAARRRGGGHHH! CINDY! OH, GOD! JACK ME OFF! JACK ME OFF!"
"JOHN!" she cried out. "DO IT! OH, DO IT! JOHN!"
The boy's body stiffened suddenly and he stopped writhing. The cock grew in her grip, then it jerked as a fountain of white cream spewed from the end, arced and hung in the air, then dropped to splatter all over John's belly.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! GGGNNN-UUUGGGHHH!"
"JOHN!" Cindy squealed. She stopped stroking his staff and watched with wide-eyed wonder as jets of liquid spurted out of the quivering poker. It seemed as though gallons of cum were erupting and Cindy was amazed at the quantity. "OH, WOW!" she shrieked.
When the spouting finally ceased, John shivered and twitched, then opened his eyes and smiled at her. "That was a good one!" he gasped. "Jeez, Cindy! That was really cool!"
Cindy nodded silently and with great reluctance released his peter. Her desire hadn't diminished at all, and as she stood up slowly, she wondered whether her legs would hold her. "I guess I better get you a towel or something," she simpered. "God! That stuff's all over you."
John looked at his cum-spattered belly. "Yeah, would you get me a towel? I'm glad it didn't get on the bedspread. Mom doesn't like that."
Cindy frowned in her puzzlement. "You mean your mother knows you do that?" In a flash she recalled something else he had said. "Did she tell you I was going to do that to you?"
John nodded and grinned. "Uh-Huh. She said you'd probably do a lot of things with me. Mama told me all about it yesterday before she picked you up."
"I'll be damned." Cindy was shaking her head in wonder as she turned away and went to the bathroom for a towel. Was that what Tina had meant too? When she told her to do whatever John wanted? Did they all think she was going to play with John's cock?
When she returned to the room she handed the towel to John and watched as he dried himself off. His dick was wilting slowly, sinking into the hair that covered his pelvis. As soon as he was through he got off the bed and stood next to her, peering down at the huge cones that pushed her nightgown out in front.
"You want to take off your clothes, Cindy? I'll bet you've got pretty titties."
"Huh-uh," Cindy replied hoarsely, backing away. "I'm not going to do anything like that." The urge to do something with John's cock had disappeared, and now she was beginning to feel afraid. "You just go back to your magazine. I'm gonna go take a shower and get dressed. And don't you dare tell your mom what happened. You understand me?"
The boy looked at her blankly and shook his head. "Gosh, Cindy. I won't do anything you don't want me to. I want you to be my friend. Mama said you would. I won't tell anybody."
"Okay." Cindy walked to the door, keeping an eye on the naked boy all the way. "I'll see you after a while. Just stay out of the bathroom until I'm through."
"I will, Cindy. I'll stay right here."
Closing the door behind her, Cindy went to her room and gathered up her clothes, then headed for the bathroom. Thankfully there was a lock on the door which she snapped immediately. She found a shower cap under the sink and took a long hot shower.
Her reactions when she had jacked John off were puzzling to her. She had never dreamed that desire could be so strong. Never before had she ever felt like that. Then she wondered if she would be able to control it the next time.
She examined her body carefully in the mirror after she had dried off. She had recognized the magazine John had been reading, and knew that her tits were much bigger than the girls she had seen in it. Her figure was more curvy, too. If those pictures could make John hard, seeing her naked would probably make him shoot off without touching his dick.
After putting on the plain dress that had been brought to the hospital, she brushed out her hair and returned to her bedroom. She folded her nightgown carefully and put it in a drawer, then made the bed.
John had been true to his word and hadn't left his room as far as she could tell. She went into the living room, turned on the television, then after getting a coke from the kitchen, settled down on the couch to watch the game shows.
The boy still hadn't made an appearance when shortly before noon Martha Baker came in the front door. The woman's long dark hair hung almost to the middle of her back and she was wearing a bright print dress that hugged her body closely. Cindy hadn't noticed before, but Mrs. Baker had an exceptional figure, and very shapely lets.
"Well, how did it go this morning, honey?" Martha Baker asked gaily as she closed the door. "Did you find everything all right?"
"Uh-huh." Cindy stood up. "Do you work at the store all the time?"
"Oh, no, dear." The woman tossed her handbag into a chair and continued on toward the kitchen. "I just help out a couple of days a week. I take John to school Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays, and he has an appointment with the doctor every Tuesday afternoon."
"Oh." Cindy followed her into the kitchen and watched as the woman began taking things out of the cupboard for lunch. "Can I help?"
"You can set the table for me, if you will. Just three places. Ben doesn't come home for lunch. There'll just be you and I and John."
Cindy began putting things on the table as Mrs. Baker busied herself at the stove. "What time does Tina come home from school, Mrs. Baker?"
"Call me Martha, will you, dear? She gets home about three or three-thirty. When you get acquainted with her, I'm sure you'll like Tina." The woman paused and looked at Cindy searchingly. "How did you get along with John this morning?"
"Oh, fine. He was in his room most of the time."
"Did you...?" Martha changed her mind suddenly and shook her head. "Never mind. Why don't you call John? Lunch is about ready."
The boy came into the kitchen dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. As they sat down to eat, Cindy wondered whether Martha knew that the boy remained naked during the morning hours. She was also curious as to why she was left alone with him. Her Aunt Emma would never have allowed anything like that.
When they finished eating, Cindy offered to do the dishes, but Martha turned her down.
"No, dear. The doctor said you need rest. You go lay down and take a nap. I'll do the cleaning up. I have to take John to school at two o'clock. Tina will probably be here by the time you wake up."
Cindy went to her room and closed the door, then stretched out on the big comfortable bed. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but it was impossible. There were too many unanswered questions in her mind. She promised herself to have a long talk with Tina when she came home and try to find out what was going on here. She was afraid to ask Martha, and she wasn't sure that what John told her was the truth. If he was mentally retarded, he just might be making things up.
She was still trying to doze off when she heard footsteps in the hallway. As they passed her closed door, she could hear Martha talking.
"We'll have to hurry, dear. We don't have much time. Go get your clothes off while I go to the bathroom."
There was the sound of doors opening and closing, then Cindy heard the toilet flush. She wondered whether Martha was telling John to change his clothes or to merely get undressed. There were more door sounds, then it was quiet.
Getting off the bed, Cindy went to her door and opened it. She couldn't see or hear anything. After waiting a few moments, she stepped into the hallway and walked stealthily toward the end of the house. She saw that the master bedroom was vacant, then heard muffled voices behind John's closed door. Creeping closer, Cindy pressed her ear against the panel.
"My, you're nice and hard today, John," Martha was saying. "I'll be there in a second."
"Mama, I sure like Cindy. She's really pretty, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is dear. There now. I'm all set. Are you ready for me, dearest?"
"Uh-huh. Are you going to get on top?"
"If that's what you want me to do, dear. I think it's much easier that way, don't you?" There was a pause. "Ooohhh, John! Uuummm!"
Unable to control her curiosity any longer, Cindy opened the door a hair. Her jaw dropped and her eyebrows went up when she saw what was going on. John was on his bed on his back, stark naked, and Martha, also without a stitch on, was sitting astraddle his hips. Her hand was between her bare thighs and she was guiding John's rigid cock into her cunt.
"You're really wet, Mama," John said. His head lifted to watch his cock slide in. "There it goes, Mom. It's going in."
"Uuummm! I know! There we are, dear! Doesn't that feel good?"
As Cindy watched, horror-stricken, Martha began swirling her hips and dropping down to force the long pole deep into her pussy. She bent forward, placed her hands on the boy's shoulders, then with smooth, gliding motions began raising and dropping her twat on the boy's thick cock.
"Ooohhh, John!" Martha moaned. "Oh, honey! You're just beautiful! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! That's what we like, isn't it? That's the way Mama likes to take care of her sweetheart! UUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"God, Mama! Ooohhh!" John reached for his mother's full tits with both hands and began kneading them. "Oh, fuck, Mama! Fuck! Jeez! God, Mama! You always make it feel so good!"
Cindy stood rooted to the spot. She was seeing it, but she couldn't believe it. Wet schlucking sounds reached her ears as John's prong slid in and out of the milky opening. An icy shudder surged through the girl's young figure as her gaze remained fixed on the fucking couple.
"Oh, fuck, honey!" Martha whimpered softly. "Fuck me, dear! Oh, baby! You're so nice and big! Mama loves to take care of you! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Oh, dearest! Mama loves you so much!"
"MMAAAMMMAAA! AAARRRGGGHHH!" John planted his feet on the mattress and began hunching up to meet his mother's demanding pounding. As she corkscrewed and bounced on his hairy shaft he thrust upward, burying his dick in her creamy cunt. "FUCK, MAMA!" he groaned. "FUCK! FUCK! FFFUUUCCCKKK! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"DON'T TAKE TOO LONG, HONEY!" Martha gasped. "I CAN'T WAIT! OOOHHH, DEAREST! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! I LOVE YOU, DEAR! I LOVE YOU! UUUNNNGGG!"
Cindy swallowed hard as she leaned against the doorjamb to keep herself from falling. Martha's beautifully mature body was writhing and twisting as she hammered her cunt on her son's cock. The sight of the two excited people pumping and squirming on the bed was exciting the girl beyond belief; The crotch of her panties was soaked through and she could feel warm drops of liquid trickling down the inside of her thighs.
The woman was slamming her cunt onto the boy's cock almost viciously. Her hips worked in an arc as she lifted and dropped on the milk- streaked tool. The boy's fingers were buried in her soft tits as he lunged up to meet her.
Martha stopped moving. Her back arched and she twitched and jerked.
"JJJOOOHHHNNN! WWWAAAHHH! OH, JOHN!"
John's legs shot out straight and quaked. His toes curled and he rocked his head from side to side. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Oh, John, that was just beautiful!" Martha whimpered, sinking down to brush her lips against his. Then she slowly raised up and began pulling her cunt from the boy's still-jerking prick.
"We'll have to get dressed and go right away, John," Martha said, getting off the bed. "Wipe yourself off with something and get your things on. I'll be ready in a minute."
Cindy closed the door quickly but silently, then reeled down the hallway to her room. Closing the door soundlessly, she dashed to the bed and threw herself on it, face down. Her entire being was screaming to be fucked. The passion surging in her loins was almost painful. Her soft sobs were muffled by the pillow as she fought to control herself. It was really too much! Too much!
She faintly heard Martha and John leave the house and was aware of the car starting. Then she heard it drive away. Certain now that she was alone, she let all of the frustration and pent-up emotions go and cried herself to sleep.
There were nightmares instead of dreams as she tossed and turned in the silent house. Faceless male forms with huge cocks chased her, mauled her and pounced on her from all directions. She fought with them helplessly until one forced himself between her legs and jammed a gigantic fiery poker deep into her belly.
She awoke screaming and drenched in perspiration.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hey, what's the matter?" Cindy turned toward the door and saw Tina standing there, wide-eyed with fright. Her bursting in had shocked Cindy too, as she thought she'd been alone. She took a deep breath to quiet her nerves and tried to smile. "Oh, it's nothing. I just had a bad dream, I guess."
"Oh? God, you scared me! I was doing my homework in the front room. Are you going to get up now? It's after four o'clock."
"Yeah." Cindy got up and walked to the door. "I'll be out in a minute. I'm going to wash my face first." She went to the bathroom, dashed cold water on her eyes, then dried off. The vivid dream was still burning in her mind, and it frightened her and excited her at the same time.
"Feel better now?" Tina asked as Cindy entered the living room.
"Uh-Huh." Crossing to a chair, Cindy dropped into it. "Need some help with that?" she asked, indicating the books and notebook spread out on the couch around Tina.
"No thanks. I'm just about done."
Cindy waited silently until Tina had finished and stacked her books neatly on an end table. Then she asked, "Tina, will you tell me something about John? How did he get that way?"
The young girl shrugged, sighed, and folded her hands in her lap. "A car hit my mom's one day a couple of years ago when she was taking John to school. His head went through the windshield. He hasn't been the same since."
"Well, doesn't he ever do anything except go to that school and the doctor?"
"Huh-uh. They won't let him out by himself. I mean, like, my mom won't. My dad doesn't care that much."
"How come?"
Tina shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "Well, John got a big settlement from the insurance company. I mean a big one. Ever since we got the money, Dad hasn't done much. He just plays around and drinks."
"I see." Cindy was surprised, but didn't let it show. "What did you mean when you said I should do what John wants? Am I supposed to take care of him or something?"
"Didn't Mom tell you?" Tina got up and turned her back on Cindy and began to nervously toy with her books. "I better not say anything. You'd better wait 'til my mom tells you."
"Hey, look. I want to know. C'mon, Tina. Tell me."
The young girl turned slowly. "Don't you really know what happened to you at your aunt's house? Mom says you can't remember anything."
Cindy shook her head. "I don't know what happened, honest. The doctor told me some, but I don't remember any of it. He said I might some day, though."
"Oh. Well, Mom said that...." Tina stopped and bit her Up. "I'd better not say." She dashed for the front door. "I've gotta go see somebody. I'll be home for supper." Then she was gone.
Cindy was more confused than ever. She got up and began strolling around the empty house, trying to find something to do. There was nothing to occupy her time, so she returned to the living room and switched on the TV. It was past five before Martha returned with John, and a few moments later Tina reappeared.
"You can help me with dinner, girls," Martha announced. "I don't know whether your father will be here or not, Tina, but we'll set a place for him anyway."
Ben didn't show up for supper. They held it as long as they could, then finally sat down and ate. It was obvious that Martha was angry, but she didn't say anything about her husband. Tina offered most of the conversation, begging her mother to let her go to a summer camp.
"Cindy, will you help Tina with the dishes?" Martha asked when they were finished. "I want to sit down and rest for a while. It's been a long day."
"Sure," Cindy replied. "Tina, I'll wash and you wipe."
The two young girls cleaned up the kitchen, then began attacking the dishes. As Cindy dipped her hands into the soapy water, she wondered when Martha was going to talk to her. She was anxious to know what was expected of her and what she should do. She was still thinking about it when a loud crash of breaking glass startled her.
"Oh, God!" Tina gasped. A large platter had slipped from her fingers and had disintegrated on the floor. "Damn!"
"What was that?" Martha asked, rushing into the kitchen with John on her heels. She looked at the broken pieces on the floor and shook her head. "Tina, that was my best platter. How could you?"
"It was an accident, Mom," Tina whined. "For God's sake, I didn't mean to."
"All right, young lady," the girl's mother said harshly. "You know what happens now. Get ready."
Cindy looked on with wonder as Tina nodded solemnly and put the dish towel on the counter. Then the young girl unbuttoned her skirt and slowly took it off. Tina slipped off her panties and placed the garments on the table while her mother reached into the cupboard and took out what appeared to be leather shoe strings attached to a wooden handle.
"You can watch, Cindy," Martha said gruffly. "This is the way we handle punishment around here. Get in position, Tina."
What the hell is going on? Cindy thought. She couldn't help but look at the girl's pooched pussylips covered with fine hair and her rounded little ass as she put her hands on the table and bent over.
Cindy glanced at John, who was watching his sister open-mouthed. The bulge at his fly grew as he gaped at Tina's gleaming ass and the crack that disappeared between her legs.
"All right, John. Back out of the way." Martha moved over behind her daughter, the whip-like thing dangling from her hand. Her eyes were glazed as she waited for Tina to spread her feet and hike her ass into the air. Then she raised her arm and smacked the thongs across the girl's smooth, pink asscheeks, leaving dark lines.
"Oh, my God!" Cindy gasped involuntarily. She couldn't believe that Martha was whipping the girl for such a small thing as breaking a dish.
"Aaaggghhh!" Tina moaned. "Ooohhh! Aaaggg-hhh!"
WHACK! Martha swung the whip again and the girl's asscheeks quivered when it struck.
"AAARRRGGGHHH! Mama! UUUNNN- GGGHHH!"
SMACK! Martha's face was contorted as she wielded the whip.
WHAP!
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" Tina cried. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Cindy realized suddenly that the woman wasn't hitting Tina very hard, and that the girl was actually enjoying it. She also noticed that John's hardened cock had pushed his pants out like a tent as he watched the proceedings intently.
WHACK! Martha was breathing heavily as she applied the leather straps to her daughter's bottom. WHAP! Her nostrils flared each time she arced the whip through the air.
"MAMA! OH, MAMA! UUUNNNGGGHHH!
Tina was swirling and gyrating her ass as the leather cracked against her cheeks and thighs. A trickle of liquid was running down the inside of each leg as she swirled her rosy butt.
"Do it, Mom!" John gasped. He reached for the front of his pants and closed his hand around his rigid cock. "Go on, Mom! Do it!"
SMACK! WHACK! WHAP! Martha's arm picked up tempo, and Tina's bottom and the back of her thighs turned a bright pink. SLAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" Tina shrieked. "OH, MAMA! UUUNNNGGGHHH! MOM! AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
Cindy stood motionless at the sink, looking on with amazement. Tina sounded as though she loved it. The girl's slender legs trembled as she hunched her ass into the air while the leather strap kept slapping at her ass. More liquid ran down her legs as she writhed and squirmed.
Tina's slim body jerked violently and she shuddered all over, whimpering as she hung her head.
"All right," Martha said with a quivering voice as she straightened up and let the whip drop to her side.
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" John moaned. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!
Cindy glanced at him quickly in time to see his prick jerk in his pants, then a wet spot began forming and she knew he had shot off. He closed his eyes, twitched, then sighed heavily.
"John, go to your room and put your robe on," Martha said brusquely. "Tina, pick up your things and go take a bath. You're all wet."
Cindy watched dumbfounded as the children shuffled out of the room. Martha put the whip back in the cupboard, picked up the dish towel, and smiled at her strangely.
"I'll help you finish, dear." The woman began taking glasses from the drainer and drying them. "What do you think of our punishment, Cindy?"
"Gee, I ... I don't know. It didn't look like it hurt her too much".
"Oh, it didn't. I can assure you of that. It's just a reminder, that's all."
Cindy nodded silently and continued washing dishes. She was reasonably sure Tina had experienced nothing more than a spanking but she couldn't be positive. There was no doubt that John had gotten something out of it, though. His cock had erupted while he watched. She wondered absently if that was one of the things they did for the boy.
When they were through, Martha hung up the towel and waited for Cindy to wipe her hands. Then she shut off the light and motioned for Cindy to follow her into the living room. They sat down across from each other, then Martha lit a cigarette, eyeing the girl carefully.
"Cindy, have you wondered at all why we wanted you to come here and live with us?"
"Uh-huh." So not it was coming out. Now she'd find out what it was all about.
"Well, dear, it was more because of John than anything else." Martha took a drag and blew the smoke at the ceiling. "You see, he doesn't have fun like other children do. He, ahhh, he doesn't get out too much."
Cindy nodded. What kind of fun was she talking about? What in the hell was the woman getting at?
"Do you know about boys Cindy? I mean, do you know about their sex drives and things?"
"Uh-huh. I guess so. I mean, like, I don't know everything. But some. I got it in school."
Martha shook her head. "That's not exactly what I meant. You see, boys John's age have to, well, get rid of their liquid from time to time. Their sex fluid has to be released. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I think so." Cindy wasn't about to tell her what she had done to John already. "I know about wet dreams, if that's what you mean."
"Yes, that's part of it. And there's masturbating, too." Martha hesitated. "We want to keep our John happy, dear. The doctor said he mustn't be disturbed, or he'll never get any better. You wouldn't mind helping him, would you? After all, he is an invalid in a way."
"Jeez, I don't know." Cindy didn't know what to say. The woman wasn't being clear at all. "It all depends on what you want me to do, I guess."
Martha smiled pleasantly. "It won't hurt you a bit, dear. There's nothing to it. I know you don't remember what happened at your aunt's house, but it's not nearly as bad as that. All you would have to do is masturbate John when he needs it. I'll even show you how."
My, God! Cindy thought. It's true! That's what they meant! She wants me to jack that kid off!
"Don't look so surprised. I know you told the doctor you'd never done anything like that, but all girls have a desire to caress a boy's penis. Even little Tina does."
Cindy found her voice. "Why don't you let her do it then?" she croaked.
"Oh, she's too young. Much too young. Maybe in a few years, but not now." She arched an eyebrow. "Are you saying you don't want to do it? It's better than going to a girl's home, you know."
Cindy stared back blankly. There was no doubt in her mind what the woman meant. Either do it or get out! The thought of being sent to an institution terrified her. And even that gentle threat was enough to make up her mind. "Okay. I guess I can."
"Good." Martha stood up. "C'mon. Let's go to John's room. I'll show you what I want you to do."
Cindy followed her down the hall to the bedroom and they went inside. John was lying on the bed in his robe, holding the same magazine he had been reading that morning. Only now his cock wasn't hard.
"All right, dear," Martha said to John as she closed the door behind her, "put the magazine down and take your robe off. I'm going to show Cindy how to take care of you."
"Hey, that's great!" The boy grinned at them vacantly as he stood up, removed the robe, then lay back down again. His heavy, limp cock rested against his balls, but as the two females approached the bed, it began surging and growing.
Cindy stepped close to the bed and stood waiting nervously as Martha sat down and gazed tenderly at John's stiffening cock.
"It gets quite big, Cindy," Martha said simply. "When it's nice and hard I'll show you how to take care of it." She reached down and began running her fingertips lightly over the swelling rod and the hairy balls between her son's thighs. "Most boys aren't as big as John. But then, he's rather exceptional."
"Uh-huh." Cindy didn't know what else to say. She'd already seen the shaft fully rigid and had pumped on it. She was hoping fervently that John wouldn't mention it.
"There we are," Martha cooed. John's cock was at full erection. The huge purple head was shiny and gleamed in the lamp light. Martha curled her hand around it and squeezed. "That's a good boy, John. It's ready now."
"Are you going to do it, Mom? Are you going to make it shoot off?"
"Yes, dear. I want to show Cindy how to do it. Just relax now." Her fist began sliding up and down the pole and the woman quivered slightly as she stroked it. "You see, Cindy. Up and down. Up and down. Don't hold it too tightly, because it hurts him. See how I'm doing it? That feels good, doesn't it John?"
"Jeez, yeah!" he gasped, squirming on his back as he watched her massage his pecker. "That feels good, Mom. I like it when you do that."
"I know you do, honey. Cindy, you start slow like this and then faster" She pushed a hand between her son's legs and cradled his balls. "He likes to be felt there too, while you're doing it. Uuummm! You're nice and hard, dear. You see, Cindy? That's the way you do it."
"Yes, I see." Cindy's cunt was twitching as she watched the woman stroke the thick cock. A dull ache grew in her groin and her womb began contracting in spasms. She tried to calm herself and stop trembling, but it was impossible.
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Mama! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" John locked his hands behind his head and lifted it, writhing his hips as he watched Martha massage his dick. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! It's starting, Mama! I can feel it starting! GGGNNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"Good!" Martha moved her fist more quickly. "See, Cindy? A little faster now. John's getting ready. It feels good, doesn't it honey? Uuummm! I know it does!" She fondled his nuts as she stared intently at the slit in the end, waiting for the eruption. "Oh, John!" she groaned. "John!"
"MAMA!" John threw his hands in the air, dropped his head on the pillow and began rocking it from side to side. "MAMA! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, MAMA! AAAGGGHHH!" He was hunching his ass off the bed, thrusting his dick through her quickly moving fist. "AAARRR-GGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! MAMA! FASTER!"
"Yes, dear!" Martha whimpered. "Yes! Yes! Oh, do it, honey! Do it!" Her hand was a blur on his cock and her chest was heaving with excitement. "Do it, baby! Do it!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Cindy whined. "Oh, God!" Something was happening inside her. Her cunt was vibrating and tingling and she felt surges of delight tickling her cunt. She pressed both hands tightly against her pelvis as she watched John squirm and lurch on the bed.
"OOOHHH, SWEETHEART!" Martha groaned. Her hand stopped moving when the cum began spewing from his jerking cock. John's jism shot high in the air and dropped like rain over his naked body and the bed.
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" John jerked as jets of juice squirted from his pulsing cock. "MAMA! GOD!"
"Uuuuunnff! Uuuunnnfff! Uuuunnnfff!" Cindy muffled the sounds in her throat as an electrifying sensation shot out from her pussy into her limbs. Her lush body shivered and shook as the exhilarating climax sped out to her nerve ends. "Uuummm! Uuummm!"
Martha ignored Cindy entirely. She got up from the bed, picked up John's discarded shorts, and began wiping the cum off his chest and stomach. She dabbed at the spots on the bed, then slowly and carefully wiped the boy's wilting cock. "There. You feel better now, don't you, honey?"
John opened his eyes and nodded weakly. "Uh-huh! That was really a good one. I don't think I'll make my bed wet tonight Mom."
"I'm sure you won't dear" Martha turned to Cindy. "You see, that's all there is to it. That's not so bad, is it? But you must understand that's all you're to do. Nothing else. I won't permit it. Now come one. Let's go back to the living room so John can get some rest. How would you like to play a game of Scrabble with Tina and I? We have a lot of fun with it."
"All right." Cindy was still shaken as she followed Martha from the room. She couldn't believe what had just happened. What surprised her most was Martha's attitude. She acted as though there was nothing wrong with it, that it was a perfectly normal thing to do.
"I'll be with you in a minute," Cindy said when they reached the door to her bedroom.
She stepped inside quickly and was gratified that Tina wasn't there. Her panties were soaking wet. Luckily the tight elastic had kept it from running down her legs. She stripped them off, used them to wipe her milky gash, then slipped on another pair, hiding the wet ones on the floor in the closet.
Tina and Martha were already at the kitchen table when Cindy came out. Cindy thought the girl gave her a funny look when she sat down. And she wondered if the girl knew what had just happened in John's room. It shouldn't have made any difference to her, but Cindy knew she would be ashamed if Tina found out.
They all glanced up from the game when Ben came in the back door shortly after eleven. He glowered at them drunkenly, waved his hand, then staggered off for the bedroom without a word. Martha shrugged in disgust and moved her chair back.
"Let's quit for tonight, girls. It's time for bed. Put the things away and I'll see you in the morning." There was a look of grim determination on her face as she left the room.
"Mom told you what she wanted you to do, didn't she?" Tina asked quietly as they put the things back in the box. It was quite evident she knew all about it.
"Uh-huh. I, ahhh, I don't want to, but I guess I have to, don't I?"
Tina looked up in surprise. "Why don't you want to? I'd sure do it if they'd let me. Jeez! I think it would be fun. They won't let me touch him, though."
"I don't know," Cindy said sorrowfully. "It just doesn't seem like much fun, that's all. It's kind of messy and, like, I don't get anything out of it."
"Boy, I would. I bet I'd cum all over the place if I got to jack him off. He's really got a big one, hasn't he? I know. I've seen it."
"I guess so." Cindy paused and looked at the girl suspiciously. "Didn't you ever try it when your folks were gone?"
"Huh-uh. I was always afraid John might tell. C'mon. Let's go to bed."
Cindy stopped to pee before going into the bedroom. Tina was already stretched out under the covers by the time she got there. Cindy undressed slowly, slipped into Martha's shorty nightgown, turned out the light and got into bed.
"What was it like?" Tina whispered. "Was it real hard? Did it shoot out a lot of stuff?"
"I didn't do it. Your mom did. She was showing me how."
"Oh. But you saw it, didn't you? Did John really cum? Did he shoot all over the place?"
Cindy had to smile in the darkness at the girl's insistence. "Yeah, he really shot off."
"Could I watch you do it sometime? I've never seen a boy cum."
Cindy shrugged under the covers. "I don't see why not. That can't hurt anything. But not when your folks are here."
"Jeez, thanks, Cindy."
As Cindy drifted off to sleep, she was filled with awe at the people living there. Tina undoubtedly had an orgasm while her mother was spanking her. Martha was frantically concerned about her son's shooting off. It was really weird! Maybe that was why the neighbors all thought they were odd. How could they know, though? It was strange all right.
When something woke her, Cindy had no idea how long she'd been asleep. Tina was breathing evenly next to her. She cocked her ears and listened carefully. In the stillness of the house, she could definitely hear someone moving around in the direction of the living room and it sounded as thought whoever it was, was bumping into things. After several minutes, her curiosity got the best of her and she slipped from under the covers.
Stepping quietly to the door, she opened it and saw there were no lights on. She walked stealthily down the hall to the living room and stopped. John was walking around the darkened room, totally naked and with a hard-on.
"John, what are you doing up?" she whispered loudly. "Why aren't you in bed?"
He stopped and peered at her. "Oh, hi, Cindy. I walk around a lot in the dark. It feels good. I like it when it's all quiet like this."
Cindy pressed over to him, glancing at his rigid cock and the dark sac of balls that swung beneath it. "I don't think your mom would like you doing this."
"Oh, she don't mind. I sleep a lot in the daytime. I'm just not tired now."
"Oh." Cindy looked down at his huge shaft that throbbed as she gazed at it. She didn't know what Martha would expect her to do, but she was afraid not to do anything. "John, do you want me to take care of it for you?" she asked shyly.
"You mean my cock? Oh, I don't care. You want to play with it for a while?"
"Not if you don't want me to." She gulped. "If you're hard, you must want something."
He nodded as he roved his eyes over her curvy legs and up to the twin bulges her tits made in the thin top. "You know what I'd like, Cindy? I'd like to lick your pussy."
"You would?" she croaked in amazement. "You mean, you want to ... to put your mouth down there?"
"Uh-huh: I think it's fun. Can I?"
"Oh, wow!" Cindy gasped. She had heard about things like that. A girlfriend had once told her it was fantastic. It was difficult for her to imagine what it would feel like, but just the thought of having someone stick their tongue into her cunt was exciting. "You really want to, John?"
"Jeez, yeah! Why don't you take your stuff off and sit down? Over there in the chair. I'll bet you'll like it when I do it."
Cindy was quivering with anticipation. She could already almost feel his hot mouth on her pussy. "Are you sure your folks are asleep?"
"Oh, yeah! I checked before I came out."
The girl swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay, John."
He followed her with his eyes as she walked over to the chair. She slid the top off over her head, dropped it on the floor, then skinned the panties down her legs. Sinking down in the chair, she took the panties off her feet, then spread her legs wide. "I'm ready, John."
His cock jerked wildly as he moved over to kneel between her feet. He gripped her waist with both hands and gently pulled her forward until her hair-covered twat was hanging over the edge of the cushion. "I'm gonna like this, Cindy!" he rasped. "I bet your cunt tastes real sweet."
Cindy was more excited than she had ever been in her life. She gazed down between her tits and watched him move his face forward into her crotch. She felt his hot breath in the folds of her gash, then jumped when he pressed his fiery lips against her tingling cunt.
"John! OOOHHH!" She squirmed as his probing tongue delved into her slit and began sliding up and down, tenderly teasing her clit. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! John! Oh, God! I don't believe it!
UUUNNNGGGHHH! Oh, Lord!"
"Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!" The boy moaned softly as he swished his tongue around in her cunt, lapping at the soft lips and reaming the dilated opening. "Uuunnnfff! Uuummm! Uuummm!"
"OOOHHH, JOHN!" she whimpered. "It's beautiful! Oh, Jeez! It's out of sight! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
She opened her thighs wider and began hunching up to his demanding mouth, squirming and twisting, pushing her soft, fleshy cunt against his face. "AAAGGGHHH! Oh, John! Do it! Do it! Eat me! Oh, lick my cunny! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!" John grabbed for his cock and began stroking it as he lapped hungrily at the milk-filled gash. His nose and mouth were buried in the crevice, and his tongue was darting in and out of the juicy cunt hole.
"JJJOOOHHHNNN!" Cindy put her hands on the boy's head as she writhed and pumped her ass. "OH, JOHN! AAAGGGHHH! JESUS! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" He was pumping on his dick furiously as he licked and reamed her twat, his hot breath blowing up her tube.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" She could contain herself no longer. Climax was building rapidly. Her legs shot out straight and she pressed his face against her pussy. "JJJOOOHHHNNN! NOW! NOW! AAAGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Lights flashed behind her closed eyelids and she was lost in the throes of climax. She jerked and twitched, whimpered and moaned, as the exciting feelings filled her. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing! She was delirious with ecstasy.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" John moaned. His hand stopped and he stiffened. Then white cream began gushing in jets from his dick to splatter against the bottom of the chair. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"Oh, my God!" Cindy breathed heavily, letting her lets drop back to the floor. "I don't believe it! Oh, John, it was beautiful!"
The boy got to his feet, grinning happily. The area around his mouth glistened wetly with her cuntal milk and his cock was still dripping onto the floor. "I told you, you'd like that, Cindy. You really did, didn't you?"
"Oh, an awful lot, John!" She sighed with contentment and got up. "I really did. Maybe you could do that to me again some time."
He nodded. "Oh, sure, Cindy. Whenever you want. I like to do it, too."
"I'd better go back now," she said nervously, picking up her things from the floor. "You should get back to bed, too. We don't want anybody to know what's going on, do we?"
"Huh-uh. I'll go. You're really nice, Cindy. I like you being here."
She smiled back at him tenderly. "I think I'm going to like it too, John. I'll see you in the morning. 'Night."
She hurried to her room and stepped inside, closing the door. Tina hadn't stirred. After slipping her night clothes back on, she got into bed, careful not to wake her sleeping partner. When she closed her eyes for the second time that night, she was content. Now she knew what it felt like to have her pussy eaten, and it was indeed fantastic.
There was a wide smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy hummed to herself happily as she turned the bacon in the frying pan. It smelled good, and she was hungry. Once again she had gotten up after everyone had gone. She hadn't bothered to check John's bedroom, assuming he had already had breakfast. But, more importantly, she had wanted to eat before confronting him.
"I love to have my pussy eaten," she sang to herself. "And licked and licked and licked."
She took the bacon out of the pan and was reaching for the eggs when she saw John watching her. He had entered the room silently without any clothes on, and was watching her oafishly with his thick cock sticking out in front of him. "I didn't have any breakfast. Can I have some, too?"
Cindy nodded and turned away quickly, not wanting to get all excited by his beautiful cock. "Sit down, John. You can have some bacon and eggs with me."
He moved over to the table, pulled out a chair and sat, keeping his eyes on Cindy as she kept busy at the stove. "You know somethin'? I couldn't sleep much last night. I kept thinkin' about what we did."
"Oh? Haven't you ever done that before?" Cindy asked.
"Oh, sure. Lots of times. I eat my mom lots."
Cindy almost dropped the eggs from her hand she was so startled. She turned and gaped at him. "You eat your mother?"
He grinned and nodded. "Yeah! She likes it. She told me I do it better than anybody." His smile disappeared as he noticed her expression. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I guess. It's just that, well, I didn't know about it, that's all." She swung back to the stove and cracked the eggs.
God, she thought. This is getting worse by the minute.
While the eggs were frying, Cindy set the table and steered the conversation to John's schooling and his visits to the doctor. He told her he didn't' think he learned much at the school because the teacher was forever chewing him out. He liked the doctor though. They ate, then Cindy began cleaning up the dishes.
"Do you have to do that right now?" John asked, standing directly behind her, so close that his rigid cock was brushing against her ass. "My thing's been hard for a long time and it's starting to ache."
"All right." Cindy stacked the dishes in the sink, then washed her hands. "Where do you want to do it?"
"Can we do it on the couch? I get tired of my bedroom sometimes."
"I guess we could. I'd better lock the door first." They went into the front room and Cindy flipped the latch. When she turned back, John was sprawled on the couch, staring dully at his pulsing cock as he caressed his nuts.
"Do you ever do it by yourself, John?" Cindy asked, walking toward him. "Do you ever make yourself shoot?"
"Sometimes I do." He glanced up at her with a questioning look. "Cindy, would you want to do something else for me?"
She dropped to her knees by his feet and reached for his cock. "What?"
He bowed his head meekly. "I'd kind of like for you to suck it," he mumbled so softly she could hardly hear him.
"What did you say, John?" Her hand was already around his cock and she could feel it pulsing in her grip- "I wish you'd suck me. You know, take it in your mouth and suck on it? I like to cum that way."
Like a frightened doe, she jumped up, releasing his prick. "Oh, John! I can't do that!"
"Why? Why can't you? Don't you like me?"
"It's not that." She didn't know what to say, how to tell him she'd never done anything like that. "I don't know how. I never have."
"Well, I want you to," he said sullenly. "I really do. I won't hurt you. Honest."
"Please, John. Don't ask me." She remembered the flood of cream that could shoot from his dick, and the thought of that fountain erupting in her mouth almost made her gag. She had no idea what it tasted like, but she imagined it would be terrible. "I'll jack you off, John, but I won't suck you. Okay?"
He shook his head. "Huh-uh. Will you do it if I eat your pussy at the same time? Will you do it then? I'd do it good like I did last night."
"Oh, John!" It was a temptation. To have him dive between her legs and gobble her cunt was almost enough to make her do it. The maddening thrill of his eating her had been fantastic, and the memory of it made her twat tingle.
She turned and looked out the window for several moments, feverishly wanting him to eat her, yet afraid to take his prick in her mouth. Finally she turned and looked at him.
"I'll tell you what, John. I'll do it if you promise not to shoot off in my mouth. I'll suck it, if you'll tell me before you cum. Will you do that?
Promise?"
He jumped to his feet, grinning and nodding quickly. "Yeah! Yeah! I will! Honest!"
She was still afraid, but the urge in her cunt was too demanding for her to stop. "We can't do it out here, though. We'll have to go in your bedroom."
"Okay," he said gleefully. "C'mon. Let's go." He motioned to her as he started for his room with quick strides. "C'mon!"
Dread gripped her as she hurried along behind him. Before she had reached the door, he had already jumped up on his bed and stretched out on his back with his thick, hairy cock pointed at the ceiling.
"Now, promise you won't shoot in my mouth?" Cindy cautioned as she quickly stripped. "If you do, I'll be real mad."
"I won't! Honest!"
Cindy had been told the position for sixty-nine, again by one of her girlfriends, but she assumed it awkwardly. After much moving and squirming, she finally had straddled John and was squatting with her cunt over his face, staring down at the huge dick jutting up from his groin.
"Are you ready?" he whispered. Before she could reply, he had gripped her thighs and pulled her twat down this mouth. Then his tongue was doing delirious things to her gash, darting and flicking the entire length of her crevice.
"John! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Oh, my God!" It felt wonderful, and she enjoyed it tremendously. Her only problem was his prick. She balanced on her elbows, gripped the base of his dong, then slowly lowered her head until her lips were touching the enlarged head. It was hot against her lips as she began kissing it.
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!" John was slurping at her twat greedily. She could hear him swallowing the milk that was flowing from her dilated cunt hole. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
The heated excitement of his mouth on her snatch pushed most of the fear out of her mind. Her hard-nippled tits were brushing against his belly as she slowly opened her lips and allowed them to slide down over his cock. The taste was surprisingly pleasant. She swished her tongue around the head, then began sucking as though she were eating a popsicle. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
John was making low animal-like sounds in his throat as he licked and tongued her steamy gash. His nose was pressed tightly against her asshole as he shoved his tongue as far as he could into the sweet juicy orifice of her twat. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Oh, God! Cindy thought. This is fantastic! His cock tastes good! It's delicious!
She puckered her cheeks and applied pressure to the hot pole, then began bobbing her head up and down and wetting the shaft with her saliva. "UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
The boy was lifting his ass off the bed, driving his tingling shaft deep into her mouth. He squirmed and twisted, and his legs jerked. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
The cock in her mouth was thrilling Cindy more than she had expected. She knew it wouldn't be long before her orgasm peaked out. She began swirling her hips and rubbing the fleshy lips of her cunt all over John's face as he frantically tried to keep his tongue in her opening. She was afraid he was going to blow off, but she couldn't stop tugging on his tasty cock. She could only hope he would warn her in time. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" John moaned into her cunt. "GGGNNNHHHGGGHHH!" He was thrashing under her and his mouth made loud, wet sounds in her crotch. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Cindy felt the surge of climax start and begin speeding toward a crescendo. John's tool began swelling. She sensed and felt the juice coursing up his cock, but couldn't back away. Suddenly it was gushing into her mouth in gigantic spurts, washing against her tonsils and the back of her throat.
It was good! It tasted good!
She swallowed the boiling cum quickly, moaning between gulps. The liquid was sweet, with a pleasant taste. She couldn't believe how good it was. She kept her mouth on his jerking staff until the last final drops had seeped out the end. With a joyous moan, she sucked the last drops of cum off his cockhead and lifted her head.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered, swinging her leg off John and rolling onto her back. "Oh, God!"
John raised up on an elbow and grinned at her with cuntal milk dripping from his chin. "That was really neat, wasn't it, Cindy? Wow! You really did it good!"
Cindy put an arm across her eyes and tried to catch her breath. "You didn't tell me, John! You didn't tell me when you were going to shoot!"
"I know," he said sadly. "I forgot! Are you mad?"
"No. I'm not mad, I guess." She took a deep breath and got off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower and get dressed. When I'm through, I think you'd better do the same thing. You shouldn't run around without any clothes on. Someone might see you through the window."
"Okay," he answered obediently. "I will. Thanks, Cindy. You're out of sight."
Carrying her clothes in her hand, Cindy went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stood under the water for a long time, trying to fathom what was happening to her. If anyone had told her before today that she would suck a cock, she would have called them a liar. But now she liked it. She really did.
When she had dried off, she went to her room and slipped into the same plain dress. It was the only one she had. She brushed out her hair, then went to the kitchen to finish doing the dishes. As she was running the water, she heard the shower go on and smiled. At least John did what he was told.
The boy had returned to his room by the time she was through in the kitchen. She went to check on him, found him dressed but asleep, and decided to get out of the house for a while. She went out the front door and walked up the sidewalk hesitantly until she was directly across from the house she had once lived in.
I wish I could remember, she thought, scanning the silent house with its drawn curtains and closed windows. I wish I could remember what happened.
There was no one else outside that she could see as she stepped across the street and began walking around the house she had called hers for a long time. Everything was familiar. She could recall everything, except that night.
They hadn't told her much. Only that her uncle was dead and that her aunt had to be sent away to a hospital. She hadn't cared for either of them too much, but she still felt sorry that one was dead and the other had to be put away. It made her feel sad.
The phone was ringing in the Baker house when she returned. She dashed inside and hurried to the instrument in the kitchen. "Hello?"
"This is Martha, dear. I won't be home for lunch, so you'll have to fix it yourself. As a matter-of-fact, I may not be home in time to make dinner, either. You and Tina go ahead and start it, and I'll finish it when I get there. All right?"
"Oh, sure. I can take care of it."
"Fine. How's John?"
"Oh, he's all right. He's sleeping now."
"Did you, ahhh, did you take care of him this morning? The way I showed you?"
"Yes," she lied. "I did it just the way you showed me."
"I'm glad to hear that, dear. I know John must have been pleased. I'll try to make it home earlier, but I'll probably see you around six. 'Bye now."
Cindy hung up the phone and glanced at the clock. It wasn't quite noon. She decided to wait until John woke up before fixing lunch, and went into the living room to watch television. She checked on him several times in the hours afterward, but he was still sound asleep when Tina came home from school shortly after three. And she still hadn't had anything to eat.
"Are you hungry, Tina?" Cindy asked. "How about if I fix us both a sandwich?"
"That sounds good," the girl said. "I'm starved. I don't have any homework anyway. C'mon, I'll help you."
The girls went into the kitchen together, made baloney sandwiches, then sat down at the kitchen table with bottles of pop.
"Is John asleep?" Tina asked.
"Yeah. Since this morning. He didn't get much sleep last night, he said."
"Yeah, I know. He prowls around all night, sometimes. He's real funny that way."
"You didn't wake up last night, did you?" Cindy asked suspiciously.
"Hell, no. I slept like a log. You want some cookies?"
"No thanks."
When they were through eating they carried their pop into the living room where Tina asked, "Did you do anything to John this morning? Did you play with his cock?"
Cindy was embarrassed to explain exactly what had happened. "Yes. I made him shoot off."
"Oh, darn. I was hoping you hadn't. I wanted to watch you. Mom's not home, is she?"
"No. She's not going to be home 'til late."
"Hey, will you do it again, then? Will you jack John off so I can watch you?"
"I don't think we'd better wake him up," Cindy said. "He might not like it."
"Oh, he will when he finds out what you're going to do to him. C'mon. Let's go." Tina grabbed Cindy's arm and pulled her toward the hallway.
John was stretching and yawning when they entered his room. He rubbed at his eyes, then grinned at the girls. "Hi. I really slept a long time, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did," Cindy agreed.
"Go on, Cindy," Tina urged. "Tell him."
"Tell me what?" John sat up on the edge of his bed.
Cindy hesitated for only a moment. If she were going to stay there, she wanted Tina on her side, if nothing more than to act as a buffer between herself and Martha. If she could keep the kids happy, she knew there wouldn't be any problem with their parents. "Take off your clothes, John. It's time for me to take care of you again."
"Hey, great!" The boy stood up and began pulling off his shirt. "Are you going to watch, Tina? Like I watch you when you get a spanking?"
Tina was already quivering and her tiny tittys pushed against her blouse as her breathing quickened. "Uh-huh. Hurry up, John! Get those things off!"
In a matter of seconds the boy was nude and back on the bed. His thick dick had begun to swell, but it was growing very slowly. "I'd like it a lot better if you guys took your clothes off. Would you?"
"C'mon, Cindy," Tina said throatily as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Nobody'll be home. Let's do it."
"Okay." Cindy went to close the door, then began taking off her clothes. As they shed their underthings, John watched then closely, and his prick jerked rapidly to an erection. It was fully hard by the time they were naked, throbbing and pulsing with a small droplet of liquid oozing from the tiny slit in the end.
"Do it, Cindy!" Tina said throatily. "Oh, God! Do it! I can't wait!"
Cindy nodded silently and sat down on the bed. She reached for John's magnificent cock and curled her fingers around it, holding back a fervent desire to take it in her mouth and suck him off. The folds of her pussy were already wet with cuntal milk and as she began slowing stroking the thick muscle, she wondered if she would be able to have a climax.
"Jeez, Cindy!" John moaned. "That's nice. Uuuuuufff!"
He looked up at his sister who was standing next to the bed with her eyes fastened on his cock. His gaze lingered on her small pointed tits, then dropped down to the girlish cunt surrounded by thin wisps of hair. He reached out and began gently fondling her pelvis.
"Ooohhh!" Cindy moaned. The massive dong was hot against her palm and she wished desperately she could take it into her cunt. But she knew if she want that far, John would probably tell his mother, and she couldn't take the chance. She pushed her hand between his legs and cupped his nuts, rolling them back and forth in her fingers as she caressed his beautiful shaft.
"Is it hot, Cindy?" Tina gasped. "God, his cock is big, isn't it?" She reached down and pressed John's hand tightly against her pussy. "Do it, Cindy!" she whimpered. "Make him shoot! Make him shoot off!"
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" John groaned. Cindy's gripping fist was exciting his dick. He began squirming and pumping upward with short, quick thrusts. "You do it good, Cindy! AAARRRGGGHHH! That really tickles my cock! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Cindy's heavy tits jiggled as she stroked the swollen shaft. Her legs were twitching, and her hot pussy tube tingled.
"Ooohhh, John! John! UUUNNNGGGHHH! It's such a beautiful cock! UUUNNNFFF! I just love it! UUUMMM! Oh, John!"
"IT'S SO BIG!" Tina wailed. "GOD, I WISH IT WAS IN ME!" She moved her feet apart and pushed John's hand into her crotch, pressing it tightly against her wet, tingling cunt. "OH, JOHN! CUM! PLEASE!" She pumped against his finger. "CUM, JOHN! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OOOHHH!"
Cindy's eyes stayed glued to the swollen purple head as she pounded on the hairy shaft. John was lifting his ass off the bed, jamming his dick into her hand as he squirmed and thrashed. "JOHN! DO IT! JOHN! OOOHHH!"
Both girls watched wide-eyed as the boy arched off the bed, then his cock was shooting a spray of cream into the air. The white liquid spurted in repeated jets from the round head and dropped in a shower all over his belly and the bed.
"OH, JESUS!" Tina shrieked. "LOOK AT THAT! OH, GOD! WOW!"
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" As the sprouting dick jerked in her grasp, Cindy shivered with orgasm. Her eyes closed and her nostrils flared as she groaned in pleasant ecstasy. "OOOHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
"God, that was fantastic!" Tina croaked. "I'd better wipe him off!" She pulled John's hand from her crotch, then got his shorts and began dabbing at the droplets of cream glistening on his stomach.
Cindy took a deep breath and stood up. Even though she had had a climax, she still wasn't satisfied. The ache in her cunt was still there, and it would take something more than jacking the boy off to make it go away.
Tina tossed John's shorts on the floor and turned to face Cindy, her eyes shining brightly. "There's something I've always wanted to do," she said quickly. "I can now, with my parents gone. Wait here a minute." With that she turned and dashed out of the room.
"That was really neat, Cindy," John said, smiling up at her. "You do it better than Mom. You want me to eat you now? I will if you want me to."
Oh, God! If they only could. "No, John. Not right now. We'll do it again, though. I don't want Tina to ... "
"Here it is!" Tina shouted as she raced back into the room carrying the straps with the wooden handle. She handed the whip to Cindy. "I want you to spank me, Cindy. I want you to spank me while I suck John."
Cindy was taken aback. "I can't do that, Tina! And you can't suck John! Your mother would kill you if she found out!"
"She won't!" the girl pleaded. "Please, Cindy! Please! This is the only chance I've ever had! Please!"
"I'd really like that," John said before Cindy could say no again. "I think that would really be cool."
Cindy was in too deep now to refuse. Both of them would be angry with her if she said no. She lifted the whip and looked at it sadly, wondering if it hurt very much when it was slapped across a bare ass. Then she looked up at Tina, who was begging her with her eyes.
"Tina, do you cum when ... when your mother uses this on you?"
"I think so. I don't know what cumming is, really. But I think I do. I feel all good down there." She pointed to her cunt. "It's really terrific! Will you do it, Cindy? Please!"
"I guess so," Cindy sighed and shrugged. "Don't you ever tell anybody about it. You both have to promise me."
"Oh, I won't tell. And John won't either. Honest!" Tina was smiling as she swung around to her brother. "Scoot over to the edge of the bed, John, and put your feet on the floor."
"Okay." The boy was obviously excited as he moved into position. He placed his ass so that his feet were flat on the floor and his balls were hanging over the side. His rigid cock jerked as he waited for his sister.
"Not too hard, now," Tina cautioned Cindy. The girl stepped over to her brother and bent down, placing her elbows on his outstretched thighs. Then she moved her feet apart, giving Cindy a direct view of her pooched cuntal lips. "Go ahead, Cindy! Start!"
As Cindy gripped the handle of the whip and tested its weight, she watched Tina lower her open mouth over the head of John's throbbing tool. Her legs were twitching as she pulled her arm back and swung, slapping the leather thongs across Tina s pink, rounded ass.
CHAPTER FIVE
WHACK!
Cindy winced at the sound of the leather straps hitting Tina's tender bottom. "Is that too hard?"
"HMMM-UMMM!" the girl replied, shaking her head, her mouth full of dick. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFFHHH!"
"Oh, God!" Cindy shuddered, and swung the thongs again.
SLAP!
"Suck me, Tina!" John groaned. "Jeez, your mouth is hot! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! Suck me!
Suck me!"
THWACK! Red lines were showing up on Tina's butt and thighs where the leather marked her. The girl was swirling her hips as though she had a long prick inside her cunt. SLAP! WHAP!
Cindy was astonished when she realized she was enjoying what she was doing. For some unknown reason, this was making the girl cum, and she was doing it. Already trickles of liquid were running down the insides of Tina's thighs, but Cindy couldn't tell whether it was pee or cuntal milk. Her own pussy was getting wetter by the moment as she arced the whip through the air again. SPLAT!
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!" Tina was mouthing John's dick vigorously, making wet sounds with her lips as she bobbed her head up and down. She was trembling all over with excitement and the sounds coming from her throat were loud whimpers.
THWACK!
"SUCK ME, TINA!" John cried out hoarsely. "SUCK IT! SUCK IT! OH, JEEZ, THAT FEELS GOOD! UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! TINA! GOD! AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
WHAP!
"SUCK HIM, TINA!" Cindy sobbed. "SUCK HIM GOOD! OH, JEEZ, I'M GETTING HOT!" She moved her free hand to her crotch and spread the lips of her milky cunt. Her fingers found her clit and she began massaging it tenderly while she aimed at Tina's gleaming asscheeks and swung again. SLAP!
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Tina was going wild on her brother's tool, slurping and sucking as she nodded her head. She began hunching her reddened ass as though she were fucking as she bobbed her head feverishly.
"TIIINNNAAA!" John shouted. I'M GONNA CUM! SUCK IT! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, SUCK IT! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" He thrashed and squirmed, clutching at his sister's dark hair. "I'M CREAMING! NOW! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"OH, MY GOD!" Cindy cried out. "MY GOD!" She could almost taste the boy's cum in her mouth as she swung the whip more quickly, rubbing her juicy cunt in a frenzy in an effort to climax. "OH, GOD! GGGNNNUUGGGHHH!" She continued to spank Tina's rosy ass until her orgasm peaked.
"Jesus, Tina!" John groaned, lifting his head to watch his sister lick the tip of his dick. "How come we don't do that all the time? I like it."
Tina raised up, still swallowing, and wiped the flecks of cum from her lips with the back of her hand. "You know why, John," she replied, breathing heavily. "Mama won't let us." She turned to Cindy. "God, kid! That was beautiful!"
"That's enough," Cindy gasped, handing over the whip. "Put that thing away now." Her voice was quivering as much as her body. "Everybody get dressed. We don't want your mom to catch us like this."
Do we have to, Cindy?" Tina whined. "Can't we ... can't we fuck him? Just once? I've never done that. C'mon. Let's do it just once."
"No, Goddamnit!" Cindy replied sharply. "Now, knock it off! Get your clothes on. Hurry up now." She picked up Tina's things and tossed them to her, then collected her own and went out of the room, motioning Tina to follow.
The girls dressed in the front room, then Tina put the whip away and opened two bottles of pop and brought them back.
"I don't see why we couldn't fuck," Tina said solemnly as she handed the bottle to Cindy. "God! I'll probably never get another chance."
"Oh yes, you will. Just wait 'til I'm gone. Or at least until your mother says it's okay. I don't want to get into any trouble."
The younger girl nodded and her face brightened. "Damn! You know, I really came! John's stuff tastes good! It made me so hot sucking him! Are you supposed to suck him too?"
"No, I'm not." Cindy walked over and turned on the TV. "Remember what I said, Tina. Don't you dare tell your mother anything about this."
"Oh, I won't."
When it neared supper time, the two girls went into the kitchen and began preparing something to eat. Tina seemed to know what she was doing, so Cindy merely followed her directions. John came out and set the table, then they all went in to watch television while the meal was cooking.
They still hadn't heard from Martha by the time supper was ready, so they sat down and ate. Cindy and Tina did all the talking at the table, with John swiveling his head back and forth between them, trying to follow the conversation. When they were finished, the three of them began cleaning up.
"See? We would have had plenty of time," Tina remarked when they started on the dishes. "We could have fucked before she got home."
"Yeah, and she might have come home early, too," Cindy said. "Now, don't bug me any more. We did more than we should have already."
John had returned to his room to watch TV and the girls were just finished up when Martha came banging in through the back door, her eyes flashing fire.
"Get your sweater, Tina!" she said angrily, slamming the door and throwing her purse down on the counter. "We've got to go downtown."
"What's the matter?" Tina asked with surprise.
"Your father's in jail, that's what's the matter. The damn fool got picked up for drunk driving. I've got to go down and bail him out, and I don't want to drive alone. Go on. Get your sweater."
"That's too bad," Cindy said after Tina had left. "Is he all right?"
"How the hell should I know? Goddamn drunken idiot." She took a deep breath. "How's John? Is he okay?"
"Oh, he's fine. We just had dinner." She paused. "Would you rather I went with you instead of Tina?"
Martha's shoulders sagged. "No. I'd rather you stayed here. I don't like to leave Tina alone John. It'll probably be quite a while before I can get that ass out of jail. Stay up 'til we get home, will you?"
"Sure."
"I'm ready," Tina said when she returned.
"Okay. Let's go." Martha picked up her purse and opened the door. "You might make some hot chocolate later on, Cindy. John likes that in the evening. We'll be back as soon as we can." She went out the door and Tina followed her.
Cindy turned out the lights and went into the living room, beginning to understand now what objections the neighbors had to the Baker family. They were definitely all a bunch of odd balls. Except John. He couldn't help it, of course. She picked up the TV Guide, selected a program, then changed channels and sat back to watch.
Tina's insistence on fucking that afternoon had disturbed her greatly. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like, having a cock as big as John's plunging up into her cunt. She had heard that it was painful for the girl the first few times, and it struck her as curious that girls would want to do it if it hurt. Still, it must feel good afterwards. She had heard that it did.
Almost unconsciously, she inched her dress up her legs, then placed a hand over her panty-covered pussy. As she massaged it idly, she wondered whether an orgasm would be more exciting if it was done with a cock in her pussy.
It must be, she thought, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people doing it.
Her fingers slid under the elastic and she fondled her bush, enjoying the tingling sensation it gave her. John's cock was awfully big. She didn't even know whether it would fit. Even if it got inside, it would probably go clear up to her waist. And she couldn't believe that her tunnel was that long.
She wished she could remember what her Uncle Matt had done to her. All they would say was that he had molested her, and that didn't mean anything. The tips of her fingers slipped into her juicy slit and sought out her clit.
"I wonder if he did fuck me?" she muttered aloud. "I wonder if he did put it in?"
Her tender massaging of her cunt was making her hot. She moved her thighs apart and began rubbing more quickly. The pleasant sensation had begun to make her twitch as she leaned back and closed her eyes, recalling how it had felt when John had pressed his mouth against her cunny and lapped and licked at it. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!"
Covering a tit with her left hand, she began kneading it gently as she probed her milk-filled cunt. It had been absolutely thrilling to be eaten, to have John's hot tongue slipping up and down her gash and darting into her cunt hole. She could almost feel his tongue as she writhed and squirmed in the chair.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
It felt good to jack off. The last two days had been strange, but exciting. She knew now that she was capable of thrilling orgasms that sent delightful surges of sheer pleasure through her body. The hand in her crotch began moving more quickly, and her outstretched legs twitched. Her nipples were hard and they tickled as they rubbed against her bra.
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, GOD!" She speared her cunt hole and began pumping frantically. "AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
As orgasm built quickly in her groin, the desire for a cock became overwhelming. She had to have something in there. A big hot prick stabbing her cunt. She didn't care if it hurt or not. She had to have it! Tonight!
"NNUUUGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!" Her legs shot out in front of her and she shook and quivered. "OOOHHH, GOD!"
When the spasms of climax had subsided, she slowly withdrew her hand from her pussy and released her titty. It still hadn't been enough. The urgent, demanding desire in her twat was still there. She glanced at the clock and wondered if she had time. Martha had said they would probably be gone quite a while. She had to take the chance. She couldn't help herself.
Getting up from the chair, she hurried to the bathroom to wash her hands and pee. While she was on the stool, she took her panties off and wiped her slit carefully. When she was through, she went on to John's room, filled with determination.
"This is really a good program, Cindy," John said when she entered his room. He had his robe on and was propped up against the head of the bed. "You want to watch it with me?"
Cindy shook her head silently and began undressing, watching John's reaction as she slipped out of her clothes. A tent had already begun forming over his pelvis by the time she had skinned her panties down her legs and stood naked before him.
"Are you going to do it again?" John asked happily. "Are you going to jack me off?"
"Not this time," she replied throatily. "Take your robe off, John."
"Okay. Just a minute." He got up quickly, slipped out of the robe, then lay back down again. His massive cock was at full erection, and the hair-covered shaft throbbed invitingly.
"Oh, Lord!" Cindy whimpered, almost afraid of what she was going to do. Her heavy, pointed tits swayed beneath her as she bent over and kissed the tip of his dick lightly, then licked it with her outstretched tongue.
"Jeez, Cindy! Are you going to suck me? That's terrific! Go ahead! I really like that!"
Cindy raised up and shook her head. "No, John. I'm not going to suck you." She looked at his shaft fearfully for a moment, then climbed up on the bed and straddled his hips, placing her aching twat directly over his shaft.
John looked at her wide-eyed. "Oh, wow! You're going to fuck me, aren't you? Like Mama does! Jeez!"
"Hush, John!" she whispered. "Let me do it my way! Just lay there and don't do anything!" Trembling with anticipation, Cindy bent over and looked back between her full tits at his hairy staff. She reached for it, gripped it, then lowered her cunt until the head had slipped between the lips of her gash. She swallowed hard, then inserted the fiery head into the opening. "OOOHHH, JOHN!"
"That tickled, Cindy! Oh, wow! I didn't think you could fuck me! Did Mom say it was okay?"
"Shut up, John!" Cindy placed her hands on his shoulders, shivered, then slowly eased her cunt down over the massive cock. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Don't move, John! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, GOD! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
She dropped down gradually, easing the thick rod into her with agonizing slowness. She felt the tissues of her tube give way to accept the turgid dick. But there was no pain! None at all!
"OH, JOHN!" she gasped. She looked back and saw that it was only halfway in. "OH, GOD! I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE ALL OF IT!"
"Please, Cindy!" John whimpered. "Don't stop now! Put it all the way in! God, you're tight!"
"I know!" She was scared, but she wanted it. The whole thing. She relaxed her leg muscles and continued to drop until her pelvis was resting against his and the gigantic cock was completely buried in her pussy. The hard head was pressing against her womb and the thrill of it made her dizzy.
"JOHN! OH, GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I TOOK IT ALL! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! YOU'RE CLEAR UP INSIDE ME AND I LOVE IT! OH, JOHN! AAAGGGHHH!"
The boy reached for her tits with both hands and began fondling them, swirling the nipples around as he caressed .them tenderly. "You're real hot inside! Will you do it now? Will you fuck me?"
Her hair brushed against his cheeks as she nodded. "YES! OOOHHH, YES! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, JOHN! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Cindy's fingernails dug into his shoulders as she lifted off him until only the head was inside her. Then she dropped again, squirming her ass as the cock shaft plunged deep into her belly. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! I LOVE IT! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
FUCK ME!" John moaned. "OH, FUCK ME, CINDY! AAAGGGHHH! DO IT GOOD! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"I AM!" she sobbed. "OH, GOD! I AM! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" The rigid cock was causing ecstatic sensations in her cunt as she began corkscrewing up and down on his heavenly shaft. She closed her eyes and pictured it plunging into her as she spiraled her milk-filled twat on the gigantic cock. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! JOHN! AAAGGGHHH! OH, LORD! UUUNNNGGGHHH! JESUS!"
"CINDY!" the boy cried out. His hands clutched at her tits as he hunched off the mattress, thrusting his tingling cock deep into her. "DO IT! FUCK ME! GOD! YOU'RE BETTER THAN MAMA! AAARRRGGGHHH! HARDER, CINDY! FASTER! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!" She couldn't believe it. Nothing could compare with the tremendously exciting feeling his shaft gave her as it speared in and out of her twat. Nothing she had ever done had thrilled her more. Her mind swam and she lost herself in delirium as she bounced her cunny on John's tremendous prick.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" John grunted as he pumped up to her hammering pussy. His face was contorted. "DO IT! DO IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Cindy's naked ass was slapping loudly against his thighs as she lifted and dropped quickly. It felt as though the huge cock was driving clear up to her waist each time her pelvis banged against his. "JOHN! FUCK! JOHN! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEE!"
Cindy was unprepared for the shock of his explosion. She felt his dick swelling inside her. Then his liquid shot out in jets against her uterus, spewing a gigantic amount of hot cream into her tunnel. The spurting liquid brought her to climax immediately. She arched her back, lifted her face to the ceiling, and cried out. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! JJJOOOHHHNNN! GGGOOOODDD! WWWAAAHHH!"
The couple jerked, twisted and writhed on the bed, whimpering and gasping for breath as their fluids mingled inside Cindy's cunt. When he removed his hands from her tits, Cindy sank down against him, flattening her boobs against his chest as she fought to regain her breath.
"Oh, John!" she whispered. "I can't believe it! It was wonderful!"
"Uh-huh!" he mumbled. "It was real great, wasn't it? You want to get off now? You're heavy."
Cindy sighed and began pulling her cum-filled cunny from his cock. When it was out, she rolled off him and clamped her legs together, then got off the bed.
"Put your robe back on, John," she said quietly as she went to the door. "I'll be back in a minute."
Cindy squatted on the stool and watched between her legs as John's cum dripped from her cunny and plopped in the water. It seemed it would never stop trickling out. She was still trembling when she finally wiped and flushed the toilet. It had been the most deliriously happy experience she'd ever had, and her heart continued to pound as she went back to John's room for her clothes.
"Do you want some hot chocolate, John?" She picked up her panties and began pulling them up her legs.
"Yeah, that sounds good." He got off the bed with his eyes still on the TV, completely ignoring the girl as she cupped her creamy mounds in the bra and slipped the straps up her arms. "Darn! I missed a good show!"
Cindy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Instead she finished dressing and signaled to John for him to follow her. He went straight to the living room to finish the last few minutes of the program while Cindy went to the kitchen to prepare the chocolate. Now that it was over and they couldn't get caught, she relaxed a bit. She knew she should never have done it, but after experiencing the thrill of fucking, she knew she had to have more. Much more.
She mixed the chocolate in the cups then carried them into the front room and handed one to John. He was already wrapped up in another program, and hardly noticed that she was there. They watched the show together in silence and when it was through, John stood up, stretched and yawned.
"I think I'll go to bed now. I'm kind of worn out."
"Are you going to get up and walk around in the dark again tonight?"
"Jeez, I don't know. If I wake up I probably will. 'Night." He turned and headed down the hallway.
Cindy heard the toilet flush as she picked up the cups and took them to the kitchen to rinse them out. She was tired, but she had promised Martha she would wait up for them. It was going to be an effort to keep her eyes open, but she would do her best.
Returning to the living room, she sat down and began thinking how she and John would make love the next morning. A few minutes later the back door opened and loud voices brought her back to reality.
"Don't give me any excuses, you stupid sonofabitch!" Martha was shouting in the kitchen. "If you'd work at the store like you're supposed to, you wouldn't get into messes like this! Jesus Christ!" The door slammed.
"C'mon, Martha," Ben said. "Lay off. I've had enough trouble for one day. I'm going to bed."
"Sure! Go to bed! Don't even talk about it! Goddamnit, I've had it with you!"
They continued to shout, so Cindy thought she'd better get to her room. She was getting out of the chair when Tina came in, shaking her head sadly. The girls looked at each other silently, then they both shrugged and went to their room. Tina banged the door shut behind them and began taking off her sweater.
"Your mom's really mad, isn't she?" Cindy said quietly.
"Yeah. She was screaming all the way home. God! I wish they'd break up or something. I've had all this shit I can take."
They could still hear shouting from the kitchen as they got ready for bed. Cindy knew that Tina was upset, but she didn't have very many chances to talk to her. She waited until they were both in bed with the light out, then turned on her side to face the girl.
"Tina, does your dad get this way all the time? I mean, like, getting drunk?"
"Lately he has. For the last year or so that's all he does is drink. Mom says the whole business is going down the tubes." Tina sighed in exasperation. "But it's really not all Dad's fault, either."
"Oh? How come?"
Tina was silent for several minutes, then she said, "Well, it's partly Mom's fault that Dad drinks. Mom's been fucking John so much, she won't give Dad any. He says he has to go out and get it some place else, and it makes him mad."
Cindy was shocked. She knew what Martha was doing with John, of course, but she hadn't realized that the woman wasn't screwing her own husband because of it. "All of you know about it, huh?"
"Oh, sure. Dad didn't like it at first, but he gave in. Mom said it was the only way to control John. Otherwise he might never get better. God! I wish they'd never had that accident. It ruined everything."
Cindy cleared her throat nervously. "Does your dad have a girlfriend or something?"
"Huh-uh. Nothin' like that. He just picks up sluts in bars and gets his nuts off. I don't blame him. Damn, what a mess!"
"I suppose it is." Cindy rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling. "Maybe they should put John in a home or something."
"NO!" Tina shouted angrily, raising up on an elbow. "Don't say that! Don't ever say that! He's my brother and he's nice! It's not his fault! It's theirs." The last words came out chokingly, then Tina burst into tears. "Oh, God! God!"
"I'm sorry, kid! Really." Cindy put her arm around the girl and pulled her close, resting her head on her shoulder. "Don't cry! Please don't cry, Tina! It'll all work out! Really it will!"
"I hate 'em!" the girl sobbed. "I hate 'em, but I can't do anything about it!"
"Take it easy, honey! C'mon, keep cool! I'll be your friend. Don't cry now."
Cindy continued to soothe the girl long after the Bakers had stopped their argument and gone to bed. Then they both drifted off to sleep with Tina still nestled against Cindy's shoulder.
CHAPTER SIX
"I'm not going to school today," Tina said as the girls made up the bed from either side. "I'm going to tell Mom I didn't feel good."
"Are they gone already?" Cindy asked, fluffing her pillow.
"Oh, yeah. I heard 'em leave while I was in the Mom was still mad. I heard her chewing Dad out when they left."
"They'll get over it." They finished with the bed, then when Cindy began to put her clothes on, she looked at her dress with disgust. "I wish I had a key to my aunt's house. I'd go over and get some more clothes."
"I know where it is. Mom puts it in a drawer in the kitchen. I don't know where she got it."
"Hey, that's terrific." Cindy quickly stuffed her tits into the bra and fastened it. "I'm going to go over right now. You want to come along?"
"Uh-huh." Tina had slipped into shorts and a thin halter that barely covered her small tits. "Why don't we take John with us? We shouldn't leave him here by himself."
"Okay. Go tell him to get his clothes on."
While the girls were waiting for John, Tina got the key and gave it to Cindy. A few minutes later, Tina's brother came out dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
"Okay, let's go," Cindy said. She led the way across the street, unlocked the door, and they stepped into the dark, silent house. Cindy felt a chill run up her spine as they checked the rooms one by one.
"It's kinds spooky in here," Tina said. "Why don't we open the curtains?"
"No, we better not," Cindy said. "Maybe we're not supposed to be in here. C'mon, let's go to my room."
The first thing they saw when they entered-was a chalked outline of a figure on the rug and a large rust-colored stain where the shoulders would have been. Cindy felt something stirring in her brain, but it wouldn't come into focus. Shrugging it off, she went to the closet, took out a large suitcase, and put it on the bed.
"Tina, help me pack, will you? Start with the stuff in the dresser. John, sit down for a minute. We won't be long."
The girls busied themselves while John sat watching mutely. Cindy laid out the things on hangers while Tina packed underclothes, sweaters and shoes.
"I'm going to change right now," Cindy said when they were through. "I'm going to take a shower and get into some clean stuff before we go back. Just wait for me." She snatched up clean panties and bra and went into the bathroom.
Thankfully, the utilities were still on and the water was hot. Cindy stripped and got under the shower. She shampooed her hair too, then stepped out and dried off thoroughly. When she had her underclothes on, she went back to the bedroom to finish dressing.
"Oh, John, I just love it!" Tina was saying when Cindy entered the room. The young girl was kneeling between her brother's legs. John's fly was open, and his hard dick was sticking out.
"Tina, don't do that here!" Cindy said. "We have to get out of here as quick as we can."
Tina looked up. Her eyes were filled with lust. "We can't go back with him like that. Somebody might see us. We'll have to take care of it before we go."
John's eyes were fixed on Cindy's body. He gaped at the huge bra-covered tits and the dark shadow of pussy hair that showed through the thin pink panties. "It'll go down if you'll jack me off.
It's awful hard."
"I'll do it," Tina offered. "I'll take care of him, Cindy." She put her hand out and gripped John's throbbing cock. "God, it's hot, John! And it's so hard!"
"Wait a minute," Cindy said. The sight of John's naked cock had already started her juices flowing. The memory of his dick spearing her cunt made her urge all the more intense. She didn't want to waste that beautiful hard-on with a hand job. "I'll take care of him, Tina. John, get down on the floor on your back."
Tina's eyes flashed as she stood up quickly. "Damn it, Cindy! How come you have to have all the fun? Why can't I do it?"
Cindy had already started to pull her panties down and stopped when they were at her knees. "All right, kid. I'll tell you what. How about if John eats you?"
"God, that would be neat!" Tina said, her face breaking into a smile. "You mean while you jack him off?" Cindy resumed taking her panties off. She wasn't about to let that wonderful hard-on go to waste. She was going to get it in her cunt. Tina would just have to be satisfied with his tongue. That's all there was to it. "Take off your clothes, Tina. All of them."
John got down on the floor and watched as Tina stripped and Cindy took her bra off. He opened his pants and pulled them down, along with his shorts. His rigid shaft was throbbing and his outstretched legs twitched as the two girls undressed and stood naked before him.
"Tina, squat down on John's face," Cindy said huskily. "I'll get on his prick."
"Jeez, are you going to fuck him," Tina asked breathlessly. "Oh, wow!" She moved over to John's head and knelt down, squirming her knees around until her pussy was over her brother's mouth.
"That's it!" Cindy said. She moved to straddle John's cock and sank down, aiming her ripe cunt at the boy's stiff shaft. "Let me get this thing in first, then we'll get started."
Reaching back between her legs, Cindy gripped John's cock and inserted the hot head into her milk-filled slit. She rubbed it up and down, wetting the tip with her liquid, then slowly eased it into her dilated opening. "Oh, God!" she gasped. "UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Nobody's ever eaten me before, Cindy!" Tina whimpered. "What do I do?"
"John knows how," Cindy murmured. She her back and slowly settled down on the boy's thick pecker, forcing it gradually into her tingling tunnel. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Go ahead, John! Eat her! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"Oh, Jeez!" John moaned. He put his hands on top of Tina's thighs and pulled her moist crack down to his face. His tongue was already out when the fleshy crevice reached his mouth. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"OH, MY GOD!" Tina squealed. "HE'S DOING IT! HE'S EATING MY CUNT!" Her eyes were wide with wonder as she lifted her arms and put her hands on Cindy's shoulders. "HE'S DOING IT! HE'S EATING ME! AAAGGGHHH! OH, WOW!"
"Jesus!" Cindy groaned. She had pressed her right cunt onto John's shaft until it was completely embedded in her belly. Her ass was resting against his thighs and she could feel the huge cock pulsing inside her. "Oh, God! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! It's beautiful! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Tina looked down to where the two pelvises met. Cindy's dark hair was mingled with her brother's. "What does it feel like, Cindy?" she simpered. "What does it feel like to have his dick inside you? GOD! He's licking me! Cindy! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Jeez, it feels wonderful! AAARRRGGGHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, GOD! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
Cindy reached out to grip the girl's shoulders as she swirled her cunt on the huge piston inside her. "It's fantastic! It's beautiful! AAARRRGGGHHH! Oh, Tina! I'm going to fuck him! Watch! Watch me do it!" Lifting slowly, Cindy slid her cunt up the hairy dong until the head was at the opening, then she dropped again, corkscrewing her hips as it plunged into her twat. Tina's mouth hung open as she watched the milk-covered tool disappear into Cindy's hairy snatch.
"JESUS, CINDY!" Tina squealed. "YOU'RE FUCKING HIM! YOU'RE REALLY FUCKING HIM! OH, GOD!" She shrieked suddenly. "HE'S IN MY HOLE! JOHN'S GOT HIS TONGUE IN MY HOLE! OH, GOD! WWWAAAHHH! WWW-AAAHHH!"
"THAT'S ... GOOD ... KID!" Cindy grunted as she began bouncing on John's cock. Her juice-filled tube made wet fucking sounds, she lifted and dropped, spiraling her cunt up and down on the huge shaft. "AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, GOD! IT'S HEAVEN!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Tina was writhing on her brother's face. His darting, flicking tongue was doing fantastic things to her virgin cunny. She had never known such sheer ecstasy. Watching Cindy hammer on John's pole made it all the more exciting. "OH, CINDY! I LOVE IT! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! I LOVE IT! OH, GOD! DO IT! EAT ME, JOHN! EAT ME!"
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Cindy grunted as she pounded on the pleasure-giving prong. The fiery head banging against her womb went tingles of delight throughout her body. Her heavy tits flopped and slapped together as she raised and dropped feverishly. "JJJOOOHHHNNN! OH, TINA! IS HE EATING YOU GOOD?"
"YYYEEESSS!" Tina shouted. "I THINK I'M GOING TO CUM! UUUNNNGGGHHH! EAT ME, JOHN! EAT ME! OH, MY GOD! AAAGGGHHH!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNFFF!" John's moans were muffled by his sister's pussy. He was lurching off the floor, thrusting his dick upward into Cindy's hammering twat as his strong fingers gripped Tina's thighs tightly. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUU-NNNFFFHHH!"
"JJJOOOHHHNNN!" Cindy wailed. "I'M GOING TO CUM! OH, GOD! SHOOT, JOHN! SHOOT! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! TINA! AAARRRGGGHHH! CUM, KID! CUM! I CAN'T STAND IT! OH, GOD! NOW! NOW! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"MMMEEE TOOOOOO!" Tina's eyes were closed and her face was tilted upward, making the tendons stand out on her neck. Her fingernails dug into Cindy's shoulders as she squirmed her cunt on John's open mouth. "EEEAAATTT MMMEEE! AAARRRGGGHHH! JOHN! OOOHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
Cindy's back arched as orgasm exploded in her groin. John's tool jerked inside her, then began erupting, squirting hot cum against the opening of her uterus. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! WWWAAA-HHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, LLLOOORRR-DDD! AAAGGGHHH!"
"Cindy!" Tina whimpered. "I can't move! I'm so weak I can't move!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Cindy shuddered as the last spasms of climax trailed away. She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled at the younger girl. "Okay, kid! Wait a sec. I'll help you up."
Clenching her cuntal muscles tightly, Cindy slowly removed her cum-filled twat from John's still-throbbing pole and got to her feet. She bent down, put her hands under Tina's armpits, and lifted her up. John remained motionless on the floor as they stepped away from him.
"That was really wild!" Tina murmured, covering her tits with her hands as she fought to regain her breath. "I didn't know you could cum so hard that way."
Cindy sighed and leaned against the dresser. "I knew you'd like it. C'mon, John. Get up. We have to get back to your house."
"Okay." The boy got up slowly, struggling to keep his balance. His shaft was already shrinking. The lower part of his face was covered with Tina's cuntal milk. "I never done it that way before," he said softly. "It feels kinda funny."
Cindy was concerned. He had a blank look in his eyes and appeared to be exhausted. She stepped over to him, tucked his wilted tool in and began closing up his pants. She buckled his belt, helped him to the bed, and sat him down. "We'll be ready in a second, John. Take it easy."
After Cindy had hurriedly dropped John's load in the toilet, the girls dressed quickly. Then Cindy closed the suitcase and set it by the door. She glanced around the room to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, then motioned to Tina.
"You take the suitcase, kid. I'll help John."
Tina locked the door after they had gone out. They crossed the street, with Cindy half carrying John, and entered the Baker home. John was walking too unsteadily for Cindy to take him much further, so she settled him on the couch and helped him stretch out.
"Do you think he's all right?" Tina asked anxiously.
"I don't know. He looks kinds flushed."
"Oh, I'm okay," John said, grinning up at them. "I just came awful hard, that's all. I'll be okay in a minute."
"Well, you stay right there," Cindy said. "I'm going to take my stuff in the bedroom. Tina, you watch him."
When she returned to the living room after putting away her clothes, Cindy found John sitting up and looking much better. Tina had opened three bottles of pop and handed one to Cindy after she had sat down.
"I think we just wore poor John out," Tina said, smiling at Cindy. "I don't think he can take two at a time."
"Oh, yes, I can," John retorted quickly. "I betcha I can. I'm just hungry, that's all."
"Hey, that's right," Cindy said. "We haven't had any breakfast yet, have we?" She stood up. "C'mon. Let's go get something to eat. I'm hungry, too."
The girls fixed bacon and eggs and toast and they all ate heartily. Then John helped as best he could as the girls cleaned up the kitchen. When they were finished, Tina glanced up at the clock.
"It's only eleven. Mom won't be home 'til noon. If she's coming. Can we do something else before she gets here?"
"Oh, I don't think we'd better," Cindy said. "If anything happened to John, we'd really be in trouble."
"Hey, I'm okay." John started to unbuckle his belt. "I'll show you."
"No, don't." Cindy stepped over to him and grabbed his hand. "John, I think you should go to bed and rest. I don't want you to get sick or anything."
"But I'm okay," he said solemnly, brushing her hand away. "I can do it. I want to."
"Let him, kid," Tina pleaded. "C'mon, Cindy. I'm all hot again. We haven't got much time. And John has to go to school this afternoon."
Cindy looked at the two of them uncertainly. If anything happened, Martha would blame her. Still, Tina was right. John wouldn't be there this afternoon. If they didn't do anything now, she wouldn't be able to fuck John until the next morning. And that was an awfully long time.
"Okay. But we can't do it all at once. We'll have to think of something else."
John's face brightened immediately. "Okay. Let's go." He undid his belt and began unzipping his fly.
"Hold it, John," Cindy said. "Let's go in the living room. We can listen for your mother's car better in there. I don't want to get caught."
Tina was already taking off her halter as they walked into the next room. Before Cindy could get out of her sweater and skirt, the young girl was naked and rubbing her girlish pussy with both hands. John had taken all his clothes off and thrown them in a heap on the floor. His dick was at full erection as he watched his sister fondle her snatch.
"How are we going to do this?" Cindy asked when she was nude. "Do you want John to eat you again, Tina?"
The girl looked at her shyly. "Huh-uh. I want to feel something inside me. Would ... would you finger-fuck me?"
Cindy hesitated. She had heard about lesbians and what they do to each other, and the very idea had seemed revolting to her. She had never touched a pussy except her own. She wasn't sure she wanted to. "I don't know, Tina. Is there something else you'd like to do?"
"No. Before, I wanted John's cock inside me, but I'm scared of it now. It's too big. I'm afraid it would hurt too much."
"How about letting him finger you then? He'd do it, wouldn't you, John?"
Tina shook her head quickly before he could reply. "I want you to, Cindy. I'll bet you know how to do it real good. Please."
Cindy shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "Okay. Let's see, now. You lay down on the floor, Tina. I'll get on my knees and John can fuck me from behind. C'mon. Let's hurry."
Tina lay down on her back and spread her legs, grinning impishly as she watched Cindy kneel at her side.
"I like to fuck that way," John mumbled as he got down behind Cindy's gleaming ass and aimed his cock at the dark crack.
Cindy felt the hot end of John's cock probing into her gash as she reached out cautiously and pressed her palm against Tina's fuzzy pussy. Her cunt hair was soft and light, as Cindy's had been before it grew into a thick jungle. She pushed a finger into the moist slit and began rubbing it between the silky folds of the girl's cunt.
"Gosh, Cindy!" Tina gasped, twitching as the lips of her cunny were pried apart. "That feels good! I'm all wet, aren't I? My cunt is really hot! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Yeah, it's ... JOHN! Cindy lurched forward, almost losing her balance as the boy speared his monstrous cock into her pussy with one fierce lunge. "AAARRRGGGHHH! GOD! NOT SO HARD!"
"I told you I could do it," the boy said happily. He placed his hands on Cindy's hips and began spearing his juice-covered cock into her cunt. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! You're tighter this way!" He looked down and watched his dong slip in and out of Cindy's clenching cunt.
"Put your finger in, Cindy!" Tina whimpered. "Put it up inside me! I want to cum when you finger-fuck me!"
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" Cindy groaned, squirming in John's spearing cock.
Holding herself up with one hand, she found Tina's waiting hole and began sliding her middle finger into the milk-filled opening. The girl's cunt was tight, and it gripped at her digit as she probed it all the way into the last knuckle. Cindy knew the girl had been telling the truth about never having had a cock, because the virgin opening was much too small.
"OH, CINDY!" Tina wailed. "WOW! PUMP IT! AAAGGGHHH! GOD! PUMP IT!" She was already hunching up off the floor, pushing her tender cunny at Cindy's hand. "GOD! AAAGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" John was hunching slowly, driving his tool all the way in until Cindy's soft ass was pressed against his pelvis, then withdrawing almost to the end. He was watching Cindy's hand on his sister's twat, and had almost forgotten what he was doing.
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" Cindy groaned, backing up with each inward thrust of John's cock. "GOD! TINA, YOUR CUNT IS SO TIGHT! CAN YOU FEEL THAT? UUUNNNFFF! CAN YOU FEEL IT, KID?"
"JEEZ, YES!" Tina squealed. "GOD! DO IT FASTER!" She looked up at Cindy's swaying tits and gulped. Then she scooted around until her mouth was underneath a hard pink nipple. She reached up and pulled Cindy down, aiming her opened mouth at the tip of the pointed cone. Then she began sucking wetly and whimpering.
"FUCK!" John grunted. "FUCK! FUCK! OH, GOD! AAAGGGHHH! DO HER GOOD, CINDY! MAKE HER CUM!" His grip had tightened on Cindy's waist and his hunching ass picked up speed. His thick cock was pounding her juicy cunt, making lewd sounds as he stabbed her repeatedly.
"MY GOD!" Cindy cried out. "MY GOD!" She had never had her tits sucked before and Tina's greedy mouth felt wonderful on her nipple. She was cramming her finger wildly into the girl's cunt, desperately trying to keep it in as the young virgin squirmed and twisted her ass. "SUCK IT, TINA! SUCK IT! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, GOD, JOHN! FUCK ME!"
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" John was grunting loudly as he slammed his cock into her cunt again and again. His swinging balls slapped against her pelvis as he watched Cindy's wet finger dart in and out of Tina's pussy. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! FUCK, CINDY! FUCK! FUCK! AAAGGGHHH!"
Tina's fingernails clawed at Cindy's back as she slurped wetly on the delicious titty. Her young naked body quivered. Wriggling and writhing, she pumped her pussy at Cindy's hand.
John's lips were a blur as he drove his dick maddeningly into Cindy's cunt. Suddenly he stiffened, shuddered, and jerked. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAAGGGHHH!"
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" Cindy shouted. John's dick began spewing boiling cream into her pussy as orgasm exploded in her groin.
At the same time, Tina squeezed her thighs together and lifted her ass high off the floor, shaking and trembling. The girl removed her mouth from Cindy's nipple and screamed. "WWWAAA-HHH! WWWAAAHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
"Oh, Lord!" Cindy sobbed. "My God! My God!" She felt exhausted, drained. Her chest was heaving, and she could feel her heart hammering at her chest. Then she heard John yelp and his dick was yanked out of her pussy.
"And just what in the hell do you think you're doing?"
Cindy spun her head sharply and looked up. Martha was standing there, her hands on her hips, glaring down.
"Oh, God!" Cindy leaped up. She was so frightened, she forgot to tighten her cuntal muscles. The instant she was on her feet, John's cum flowed out of her pussy and splattered on the floor. "Mrs. Baker, I can explain! I-"
"You be quiet! Get up, Tina! Right now!"
"Mom!" Tina cried out. She scrambled up. "You weren't supposed to be here yet!"
"You shut up, too!" Martha's eyes flashed angrily as she looked at each of the children, then glared at Cindy. "You know better than that young lady! Why isn't Tina at school? And why were you doing that to her with your finger? What's the matter with you anyway?"
"Please, Mrs. Baker. I can explain." Tears were running down Cindy's cheeks. "Let me tell you what happened."
"I saw enough to know what happened." Martha turned and started for the kitchen. "You stay right there. You're going to get what's coming to you."
The children were too petrified to move. Cindy glanced down at the puddle of cum between her feet, but she was too frightened to step away from it. When she looked up, Martha was returning with the leather whip in her hand.
"Now you're going to get it," Martha snarled, walking directly toward Cindy. She raised the whip high in the air and pulled it back.
"Please!" Cindy cried. "Please!" She cringed and held her arms in front of her face, waiting for the blow to land.
"NO!" John shouted. "NO!" Cindy opened her eyes and her jaw dropped. John had gripped his mother's wrist tightly and was bending it down. There was a look of shock on Martha's face as she gaped at her so.
"You're not going to beat her!" the boy rasped. "You're not! She's my friend! You leave her alone!"
"But John! She wasn't minding! She wasn't doing what I told her to do!"
"I don't care!" The tendons in his arms stood out as he continued to apply pressure to her wrist until Martha's fingers opened slowly and the whip dropped to the floor. "She's nice to me! She's my friend!"
"John, I'm your mother. Go to your room and let me take care of this."
"NO!" He released his mother's arm and picked up the whip. "I don't want you to hurt Cindy."
"Mom, you better not do anything," Tina whispered anxiously. "He's mad. He might do something to you."
Martha looked at her son for a long moment then nodded. Her shoulders sagged and she took a deep breath. "All right, John. I won't touch Cindy. But I think we'd all better sit down. I want to know what's been going on here." She took a seat and wiped a hand across her forehead. "Please. Sit down."
Cindy was still in a state of shock, but she managed to stumble to the couch and drop down. John walked over and sat next to her, still holding the whip in his hand. Tina's face was pale as she eased herself down in a chair across from her mother, eyeing the woman warily.
"All right," Martha said quietly. "Somebody tell me what's been happening around here."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cindy shifted uneasily on the couch, feeling the wet spot on the cushion under her where the rest of John's cum had drained. "Wouldn't it be better if John told you about it? I mean, like, he's your son and everything."
Martha shook her head. "I'm afraid not, dear. John doesn't remember things too well. You go right ahead. I'm not angry any more. I merely want to hear what's been going on."
Cindy took a deep breath. "Okay. I suppose it started the first morning I was here."
Slowly and hesitatingly, Cindy went on to tell Martha everything that had happened with explicit detail. She was afraid that if she missed something, the other children would tell about it and then she would be in worse trouble than she was already. She covered each incident as well as she could remember, leaving out only the time she had seen Martha fuck her son. No one knew about that, and she wasn't going to tell.
As Cindy went on, she noticed a strange look come over Martha's face. Her eyes were glazed and her nostrils were flaring. It was the same expression she had had when she used the whip on Tina. It disturbed Cindy, but she continued on to the very end. When she was through, she stared down at her hands that were folded in her bare lap.
There was dead silence in the room for several minutes. Then Martha cleared her throat. "I see. Well, I'm not too worried about John's dizziness this morning. The doctor said that might happen any time he got overly excited, but that it was harmless. You do feel better now, don't you, John?"
"Uh-huh. I feel fine, Mom. It went away real quick."
"Fine. Now, about you, Tina. I can understand that a lot of your trouble is my fault. I know that you wanted to take care of John. The only reason I wouldn't let you, was that you were too young.
"But, jeez, Mom. I'm not too young to jack him off. I could do it as good as Cindy does. I can't see what's so wrong with that."
"It's very simple, dear. I didn't want you to because that leads to ... other things. Just like it did with Cindy."
Tina hung her head. "You knew you were making me cum when you spanked me, didn't you, Mama?"
Martha's face flushed. She lit a cigarette with shaking fingers before she replied. "All right. Yes, I did. I knew that it made you have an orgasm. But you liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. But you liked to make me cum and have John shoot off while he was watching me. If I could do that much, why couldn't I jack him off?"
"I suppose you're right, dear. Perhaps I should have." Martha turned to Cindy. "If you'd never done anything like that before, how did you come up with the idea of both of you using John at the same time?"
Cindy shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. It just, like, popped into my head, I guess."
"I'm interested to see what it's like. How would you like to try that with me, John? Do you feel up to it now?"
Cindy almost choked. She had to swallow hard several times to clear the constriction in her throat. Surely Martha wasn't going to do that? Not there in front of everyone? She wouldn't!
"I'm ready, Mama! See?" John leaned back and pointed to his cock, which was standing at rigid attention. "I got all hard again when Cindy was talkin'."
"That's just fine." Martha stood up, pulled down the zipper on the side of her dress, reached down for hem, then pulled it off over her head and tossed it over the back of the chair.
Cindy sucked in her breath sharply. The woman was wearing a garter belt and stockings, but no panties. The thick jungle of dark hair surrounding her pussy was uncovered, and the lips of her cunt glistened wetly in the bush. Her bra had holes in the ends, and the dark nipples stuck out like pencil erasers.
"Don't ... don't you wear panties?" Cindy asked breathlessly.
Martha smiled as she kicked off her shoes and brushed them aside with her foot. "Not very often, dear. They make me uncomfortable. That's why my nipples are out, too. I don't like them rubbing against the bra."
"Oh." Cindy felt embarrassed staring at the woman's tits and snatch, but she couldn't help herself. The outfit was sexy, and Martha had a beautiful figure.
"Are you going to do it right here?" Tina asked with a quivering voice.
"I don't see why not. That's where you were doing it, isn't it? Come, John. Lay down on the floor and get comfortable."
"Jeez, yeah!" John was obviously excited as he placed the whip on the table and went to the center of the room. He stretched out on his back, grinning idiotically as he waited for something to happen.
"Cindy, I think you should be the one to get on John's cock. I'm interested to see how you handle it." She chuckled. "Maybe I can learn something. Don't be afraid now. C'mon."
Shivering with nervousness, Cindy got up and cautiously approached the boy. She was uneasy about fucking John in front of his mother, but too frightened of the consequences not to.
She slowly sank to her knees, straddling John's hips exactly as she had done a few hours before. Then she reached underneath her crotch for John's pulsing prick. Her hand was shaking so hard it took her a moment or two to guide the tool into her crevice and insert the head in her hole.
When it was in place, Cindy removed her hand and slowly dropped down, forcing the rigid shaft up into her cunt. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Oh, God! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"That's beautiful, dear!" Martha said. "Now, John, you'll eat my pussy good, won't you? Do it just like Mama showed you."
The women stepped over his head and got down on her knees facing Cindy, squatting with her hair gash over her son's mouth. Once again the strange look came over her face as she gazed down between her tits and aimed her twat at the boy's mouth. "Eat it good, John!" she rasped. "Eat me 'til I cum!"
Cindy could hold back no longer. She stared at John's bobbing chin for a moment, listened to his tongue slosh around in Martha's cunt, then she had to begin moving. Her butt swirled as she raised off the pleasure-giving cock, then dropped again, crying out when the hard head bumped her womb.
"AAAGGGHHH! OH, GOD!"
"THAT'S IT!" Martha cried out. "FUCK HIM! OH, GOD, JOHN! EAT ME! EAT ME!" She was rocking back and forth, rubbing her juice-filled cunt on the boy's face. "EAT ME, JOHN! FUCK HIM, CINDY! FUCK HIM GOOD!"
"I AM!" Cindy squealed. "I AM! GOD! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"WAIT!" Martha motioned to Tina. "Come here, honey! You've been left out long enough! Stand here!" She pointed to the area between herself and Cindy.
"What are you going to do, Mom?" Tina whimpered as she walked over.
"I'll show you!" Martha grabbed her daughter's hips and pulled her over until she was standing with her feet on either side of John, facing her. Then she bent forward and pressed her lips against Tina's pussy. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
"MAMA!" the girl wailed. "ARE YOU GOING TO EAT ME? JESUS! OH, MAMA!"
Cindy was still sliding her cunny up and down John's cock, delirious with ecstasy at the unbelievable thrill of his shaft inside her. Her eyes were half closed as she stared directly ahead into the crack of Tina's ass.
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" Martha moaned into Tina's cunt as her tongue slipped into the virgin slit and began teasing the sensitive clit.
"AAAGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!" Cindy was bouncing wildly on John's cock. Her mind was swirling with the intense pleasure it gave her. Tina's gleaming asscheeks began swirling in front of her face. They looked good enough to bite. An urge struck her suddenly, and before she could think about it, she nuzzled her nose and mouth into the crack of Tina's ass and began licking frantically.
"WWWAAAHHH!" Tina shrieked. The two licking tongues were driving her crazy. She buried her fingers in her mother's hair and began pumping back and forth against one tongue then the other. Hot, steamy breath filled her crotch as she squirmed and writhed. "OH, GOD! WWWAAAHHH! JESUS! I LOVE IT!"
John was wriggling and twisting on the floor, pushing his dick up to meet Cindy's hammering cunt and pulling his mother's juicy gash tighter against his hungry mouth. His tongue was as far out as it would go. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the sweet cream flowing from Martha's dilated opening.
Cindy backed away from Tina's ass and straightened her back. Her teeth clenched as she picked up speed on John's cock, thwacking her naked ass loudly against his thighs. "AAARRRGGGHHH! I'M GOING TO CUM! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, GOD! JESUS! DO IT! DO IT! OH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OOOHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"EAT ME, MOM!" Tina shouted. She clutched at her mother's head and pressed her pussy against the flicking tongue. "EAT ME! EAT ME! I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG! AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
John pushed his ass off the floor, lifting Cindy, then his jerking dick began squirting into her. His guttural moans were lost in the folds of his mother's twat. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
The room was filled with choking whimpers and weak, wailing animal sounds. Tina shivered and stepped away, covering her face with her hands as she dropped into a chair, trembling.
"Oh, God!" Cindy moaned. She pulled her cunt from John's throbbing cock slowly. Her legs wouldn't hold her when she tried to stand up, and she collapsed on her side on the floor. "Oh, God! God!"
Martha inched back on her knees, away from John's head. She bent down, kissed John's juice-covered mouth, then got up. "That was quite an experience. I think it was a little too much for John. Tina, will you help me with him? Cindy, you'd better go to the bathroom right away."
Cindy nodded dumbly. She felt weak, and her limbs wouldn't do what she wanted them to. She used a chair to pull herself up and staggered off in the direction of the bathroom, hoping she could make it.
"It's too much!" Cindy whispered breathlessly as she sat on the toilet and let John's cum drain from her pussy. "It's just too much!"
It was all she could do to wipe herself and get off the toilet. She reeled into the hallway and into her bedroom where she collapsed on the bed in total exhaustion.
"You just lay there and rest, dear," Martha said from the doorway. "Tina and I have put John to bed. Do you want anything?"
Cindy merely rocked her head back and forth. She didn't have the strength to speak.
"Very well. Take a nap if you can. I'll see you later." Martha closed the door quietly.
This is impossible! Cindy thought, trying to hold back the tears. It can't be happening! She rolled onto her back and covered her eyes, with her arm. No one would believe me if I told them! They're crazy! They're all crazy!
Her clouded mind wouldn't accept any more thoughts. Her arm slipped slowly off her face and her breathing slowed as the protective aura of sleep closed on her. Her last thoughts before drifting off were of Martha's ridiculous bra with the holes cut in the cups.
It was still light out when Cindy woke, rubbed her eyes, and sat up. When she glanced automatically at the dresser, she cursed herself for forgetting to bring her alarm clock from her aunt's house. She would have to go back and get it.
Sliding off the bed, she went to the closet and put on her own robe, the beautifully quilted one she had gotten from her aunt for Christmas. When she went to the door and opened it, she heard voices coming from the kitchen area.
Cindy finished buttoning her robe as she walked down the hallway and into the living room. As she approached the door to the kitchen, she heard Tina's young voice and stopped in her tracks when she heard what the girl was saying.
"But, Daddy, I could suck you off!" Tina was saying pleadingly. "That wouldn't hurt anything. I want to take care of you!"
"No, honey!" Ben replied, his speech thick and slurred. "It wouldn' be right! You shouldn' be doin' things like that!"
"But Mom takes care of John! She does everything to him! You know she does! It's the same thing!"
"Hah!" Ben snorted. "She doesn' think so! She says she's helpin' the boy. Bullshit! She jus' likes his pecker."
"Please, Dad!" Tina begged. "What difference does it make? She won't know! If I take care of you, you won't have to go with those other women."
Cindy was embarrassed. This wasn't something she should be listening to. But still, it intrigued her. She couldn't help wondering what Tina's father would do. Stepping silently to the doorway, she peeked around.
They were sitting at the kitchen table with their backs to her. Ben had a half-empty bottle of bourbon and a glass partly filled with ice and amber liquid in front of him. Tina was dressed in her skimpy shorts and halter and her hand was resting on her father's arm.
"Daddy, if Mom can fuck John all the time, why can't I take care of you? I can suck you real good. Honest I can."
"You shouldn' talk tha' way," Ben replied drunkenly. "I's not nice. It doesn' make any difference what your mother's doin'. You jus' be a good girl."
"Oh, Daddy!" Tina wailed. "I'm almost grown up. Look!" The girl stood up and yanked off her halter. Then she quickly unbuttoned her shorts and skinned them down her legs along with her panties. She kicked the garments away from her feet and stood facing her father. "Look, Dad! Look at me!"
Cindy watched awe-struck as Ben turned in his chair and let his eyes run slowly up and down his daughter's naked body. Tina's tits were small, but nicely rounded, and the hard, pink nipples stuck out proudly. Soft, downy hair curled around her pelvis, surrounding the pooched lips of her gash that disappeared between her legs. A bulge began to grow in Ben's pants as he stared openly at the youthful nakedness.
"You're sure pretty all right," he mumbled. "A couple a years and you're goin' to be dynamite."
Tina stepped directly in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders. "I can do it," she murmured huskily. "I can, Daddy! Let me! Please!"
He shook his head, keeping his eyes glued to his daughter's snatch. "Kitten, i's not right! I don't care what your mother does! I's still not right!"
"I don't want you going with other women," Tina whined. "I don't want you to have to go out like that. If Mama won't take care of you, I will." She looked down at the protrusion at his fly. "Your thing is hard, isn't it? Ohhh, Daddy!"
A tremor of excitement shook Cindy as she watched Tina drop to her knees between her father's legs. Ben watched his daughter without moving as she slowly unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled out his cock.
Cindy heard Tina gasp and sucked in her own breath as the girl pulled the long cock into view. She couldn't believe the size of it! It was immense, covered with black, curly hair to the tip. The head was a gigantic purple bulb, and the skin that covered it was taut and shiny.
"Oh, God, Daddy!" Tina moaned softly. "It's so big!"
"Don', honey!" Ben said gruffly. "Don' do that! Put your things on and get out of here!"
"I can't!" she whimpered. "Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" Her naked girlish body quivered as she bent her head and pressed her lips against the swollen tip. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
"Tina!" he groaned. "Don' do that!" He made no effort to stop her. "Don', honey! Forget it!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!" Tina rubbed her lips over the shiny cock head for a moment, then opened her mouth and engulfed it, making wet slurping sounds as she began sucking on her father's tool. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Ben groaned. "God! Stop, honey!
UUUNNNGGGHHH! GODDAMN!" He leaned back and squirmed in the chair as his knees began to twitch. "AAARRRGGGHHH! Don't, Tina! Don't!"
The girl was nodding her head vigorously, wetting the shaft with her saliva. Her shapely, rounded ass gyrated as she mouthed the monstrous cock wildly. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Christ, Tina!" he rasped. "Stop it! AAARRRGGGHHH! You don't know what you're doing! Oh, God!"
"Honey, you shouldn't! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Cindy's knees went weak and she sank to the floor. She could almost taste Ben's cock in her mouth as she watched Tina suck on it frantically. Her pussy was twitching, and the folds of her cunny were getting wet as she stared intently at the erotic sight before her.
"UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" Tina could only take a small portion of the gigantic cock in her mouth, but she was sucking hard on what she could get her lips around. Her jaws were stretched as she bobbed her head quickly, slurping and sucking mightily on the long thick prick. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"TINA! BABY! OH, GOD! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT! AAAGGGHHH! HONEY! OH, DAMN! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
The girl was pumping her ass now like she had done when she had gotten spanked, as though she were fucking an imaginary cock. She couldn't stop tugging on the delicious rod. Liquid dripped from her cunt onto the floor between her legs as she mouthed the throbbing shaft in a frenzy. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"CHRIST!" Ben shouted. "I'M GOING TO CUM! OH, GOD, KID! GET YOUR MOUTH AWAY! HURRY! I'M GOING TO DO IT! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, GOD! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAAGGGHHH!"
He stiffened in the chair and his legs shot out rigidly. Then, with his mouth hanging open, he jerked violently.
Cindy saw Tina's head snap as her father's boiling cum spewed into her mouth. Then the girl moaned in ecstasy as her throat worked, forcing the hot cream down her gullet. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Ben gasped. "My God!" He slumped in the chair and closed his eyes while his daughter licked his wilting pecker.
"Was that good, Dad?" Tina asked brightly as she stood up. "Is that the way you like it?"
He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at her with a lopsided grin. "That was perfect, honey! I should ask you how you knew how to do it, but I won't. Put your clothes on now, and go rinse out your mouth."
The girl had a disappointed expression on her face as she dressed slowly. She went to the sink, swished water in her mouth and spat it out, then dried her lips with a towel. She was pouting when she returned to the table and sat down.
"I thought you'd really like that, Daddy. I thought you'd like it a lot better if I did it, instead of some old whore."
Ben took a long swallow from his glass and set it down. "Honey, I did like it. I liked it very much. It's just that, well, a girl doesn't do that to her father. It's not right."
"Why isn't it?" she replied. "Why isn't it right, if Mama can fuck John all the time? God! That's worse than sucking, isn't it? If they can do it, why can't we?"
Ben shrugged, sighed, then took another drink. "I suppose you're right, kid. I guess it's not any worse than what they're doing. I still wouldn't want them to know about it, though. We'll have to keep it between ourselves."
"Oh, we will!" Tina said happily, a wide smile splitting her face. "We won't tell them anything! Jeez, I'm going to like doing it to you all the time."
"I will too, honey." He glanced at the clock. "Do you think Cindy will sleep much longer?"
"No, I don't think so." He refilled his glass with the bourbon. "Do you know what she's been doing with John?"
"Uh-huh. She's been jacking him off and everything."
"Fucking, too?"
"Yeah. Mom wanted her to. Boy, she's really, like, you know, built. She's got a nice set of tits."
"I know. Does she like fucking? Has she told you?"
"Well, I guess she likes it. She gets all hot and hollers and everything. Why?"
"Oh, I just wondered. She's awfully young, but I wouldn't mind sticking her myself." He shook his head sadly. "Can't do that, though."
"I'll bet she'd let you, Daddy. I bet she would. You want me to ask her?"
"No, don't say anything. One of these days I'll see if she'd be interested." He took a deep breath and looked out the window. "I bet that'd really be a fine piece of ass."
Cindy's face was flushed as she backed away from the door on her knees and got to her feet. If Ben meant what he said, she had no idea what her response would be. Fucking John was one thing. He was almost an idiot, and didn't really know what to do with his cock. But Ben would be something else.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When they all sat down for supper that evening, it was quite obvious that Martha was still angry with Ben. She directed all her conversation to the children and ignored her husband completely, even to refusing to answer his questions. Toward the end of the meal, Martha snapped her fingers suddenly and turned to Cindy.
"I almost forgot. Your Uncle Matt's attorney called me today. He has to have an inventory of everything in their house. I brought a clipboard and some paper home from the store. Do you suppose you could take care of that tomorrow?"
"I suppose so," Cindy replied.
"I'll help you, honey," Ben said. "I've had enough experience with inventories to know exactly what they want."
Martha snorted. "That's a laugh. You haven't done it in so long you've probably forgotten how."
Ben ignored his wife. "We can do it this evening, Cindy. When we're through with supper we'll go on over. It shouldn't take us too long. The house isn't that big."
"Okay," Cindy looked back and forth at the two adults nervously. "I'd appreciate that. I really wouldn't know what to do."
Martha sighed and stood up, pushing her chair under the table. "You can go ahead when you're ready, dear. If you can keep him sober, he might be able to do it. Tina, you and I will do the dishes tonight."
Cindy toyed with her food until Ben was through, then they both got up. "I'm ready any time you are," she said.
"Let's go then. Martha, where did you put that clipboard?"
"It's in the car. Pick it up on the way out."
Cindy followed Ben out the back door to the car, then they walked out the driveway and across the street. When they reached the door, she inserted the key and opened it, switching on the light inside.
"I've never been in here before," Ben said, following her through the doorway. "I only met your uncle once. Saw him in the liquor store one time."
"Oh?" Cindy looked around and shrugged. "Where do you want to start? The living room?"
"Might as well." He went around and turned on the lights, then pulled a pen from his pocket and began writing down the articles in the room. "Why don't you fix me a drink, honey? Make it bourbon and water, will you?"
"Okay." Cindy went into the kitchen and got out the bourbon and ice cubes. She had never mixed a drink before, and she didn't know how much to put in, so she guessed at it. She carried the glass back to the living room and handed it over shyly. "I hope that's all right."
Ben sipped it and smacked his lips. "That's fine." He took several gulps, then resumed writing. "Nice furniture. Pretty expensive stuff."
"Well, they didn't have a lot of money, so it couldn't have cost too much."
"Uh-huh." He was preoccupied with his note-taking as he walked around the room, inspecting the pictures, lamps and other things.
Cindy remembered that she wanted to get her clock and went back to her bedroom, switching on the lights in the other rooms on the way. She unplugged her clock, wrapped the cord around it, then set it by the door so she wouldn't forget it. She was returning to the living room when she heard Ben in the kitchen making another drink.
As they went through the rest of the rooms one by one, Ben began fixing himself drinks more and more frequently. By the time they got to Cindy's old room, he had consumed almost half a fifth of bourbon.
"That's where he got it, huh?" Ben said, gesturing at the chalk outline surrounding the stain on Cindy's rug. "Your aunt sure didn't stop to ask any questions, I guess."
"Do you know what happened?" Cindy asked. "Really, I mean?"
"Only what I heard. Nothing official." He set his glass on the dresser. "Now, let's see. One bed, double."
"Would you tell me about it, Ben? Would you tell me what you heard?"
He shook his head and continued to write. "Nope. I think it's better that you don't know. As a matter-of-fact, I hope you never remember."
"Oh, please, Ben. Tell me. I feel so weird not knowing. It's really awful you know. Having something like that happen and not being able to remember it."
Ben dropped his arms to his sides and looked at her quizzically. Then he moved over to the dresser, put the clipboard and pen on the top, and picked up his drink. "Honey, I don't think you should know. It's not very nice."
Cindy was desperate. The nagging despair of not being able to recall what must have been a tragic incident was almost unbearable. She was sure that if she knew what had happened, she wouldn't feel so bad.
"Please, Ben. I'll do anything you say if you'll tell me. Honest I will."
"Oh, you will, will you?" He gazed at her young, lush body thoughtfully. "Martha says you were a virgin up 'til that night. Is that right?" Cindy blushed and lowered her eyes. "Yes."
"You mean you never did anything? You never let the boys feel you up?"
"Well, some," she murmured. "But I never went all the way." She raised her head and looked at him. "What difference does that make?"
"Not much, I guess. Just that your Uncle Matt, must have been a horny bastard." He took a swallow of his drink. "Do you remember what you were doing before it happened?"
"Not really. I remember coming in here, and that's all."
"Were you getting ready for bed?"
"I don't know. I suppose so. I guess it was late."
"You were naked when they found you. You didn't have a stitch on."
"Well, I guess I was then." Cindy shook her head. "I just don't remember. What was I doing? How did they find me?"
Ben drained his drink and put it down, then walked over to her and put his hands on her! shoulders. "Honey, let's forget about it, shall we? I It's not going to do any good to bring it up now." He slipped his arms around her back and pulled her closer. "It doesn't make any difference, baby. You've got a whole life ahead of you."
Before Cindy knew what was happening, he had pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. As he gripped her tightly, she could feel his prick hardening against her belly. She started to push away, but then realized that she enjoyed it. She wrapped her arms around him and held him as she returned his kiss passionately.
"Damn, baby!" he said, breathing heavily. "You're really something! How would you really like to make it with a man?"
"Oh, Ben!" she whimpered. "We shouldn't! Martha might come over. Or Tina."
"No, they won't," he said gruffly, pushing his swelling cock against her. "They're probably taking care of John. What d'you say, baby? Would you like to feel something real good inside you?"
"Ooohhh!" she groaned, feeling his cock throb in his pants. She remembered vividly what it looked like. It would even be better than John's. "Ben, I don't know! I'm scared!"
"Don't be." He kissed her again, swirling his tongue in her mouth. His hands slid down to grip her asscheeks. "Baby! I know you want it! Take your clothes off!"
When he released her and backed away, Cindy stared down at the huge mound in his pants. Her chest tightened and she could feel her cunt twitching. Having a real man fuck her would be far out. She whimpered softly as she unbuttoned her blouse while Ben began undoing his shirt.
"You're gonna like it, kid!" he said huskily. "I'm a helluva lot better than John can ever think of being."
He was naked to the waist and began undoing his pants. Kicking off his shoes, he pulled his trousers down with his shorts, exposing the huge shaft that jutted out from his pelvis.
"Oh, God!" Cindy was taking her bra off and stopped to stare at the thick, hairy, pulsing cock before her eyes. Then she turned away and finished undressing, almost afraid to look at Ben's fantastic prick.
"C'mon, baby! Let's get on the bed!"
Ben crawled up and lay on his back with his huge dick jerking so hard it jiggled his nuts. His burning eyes were focused on Cindy as she swung around to walk toward the bed with her tits swaying. When she crawled up next to him, he threw his arms around her and pulled her close, pressing their naked bodies together.
"Oh, Ben!" she groaned happily. "God! I never dreamed you'd do this!"
"Neither did I!" he whispered, his face buried in the hollow of her throat. His hand was forcing her legs apart and he was touching her hot, tender pussy, caressing it lightly and separating the lips of her gash. "Oh, baby! Baby!"
Cindy was inhaling his manly odor as she spread her thighs wide to let him at her cunt. Then she reached down and curled her fingers around his shaft, feeling the mighty tool pulse in her grip. She was quivering all over, anticipating what was going to happen. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Ben! Ben! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Easy, honey!" he gasped. "Take it slow! Your pussy is all wet! You wanted this, didn't you? God, what a fantastic cunt!" His fingers were sliding up and down her gash, tickling her clit and teasing the opening that was getting larger by the second. "Baby! Damn!"
"Oh, Ben!" she whimpered. "Ben! Your hand feels so good!" She squeezed his cock. "And you're so hard! I can't believe your cock is so big! It's going to hurt me when you put it in! OOOHHH!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! It won't hurt, honey! I'll get you ready first! Rub my balls! AAAGGGHHH! That's it, honey! Jesus! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"KISS ME, BEN! KISS ME!" As he placed his lips on hers, she began running her hand all over his crotch, fondling his nuts and caressing his dick lightly. He was a man! A real man! When he pulled his mouth away she sobbed. "Please, Ben! Not too long! I'm awful hot already! Don't make me cum before you put it in!"
"It's all right, kid! Do it! Cum! You can always do it again!" He slid a wet finger into her milk-filled cunt and began swirling it around inside her. "God, baby! Jesus! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"BEN! GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD! YOU TICKLE INSIDE! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, BEN! JEEZ! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"Hang on, baby!" he rasped. "Go ahead and cum!" He scooted down until his face was even with her chest. Then he took one of her nipples in his mouth and began sucking on it wetly as he pumped his finger in and out of her twat. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!"
"AAARRRGGGHHH! BEN! OH, GOD!" She was writhing and squirming with ecstasy. 'Climax was building quickly in her twat. She lowered her head and watched him suck on her tit for a moment, then gazed at his hand as he stabbed his finger repeatedly into her dewy hold. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! BEN! JESUS! OH, GOD! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!" He sucked hungrily on the smooth firm cone. She had gripped his cock again and he was hunching into her fist. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"AAAGGGHHH! BEN! GOD! NOW! OH, JESUS! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" She lifted off the bed, balanced on her shoulders and heels, and began hunching at his fucking finger as climax surged through her body. She twitched and jerked, then fell back with a heavy sigh. "OOOHHH, MY GOD!"
He lifted his face from her tit and moved up to kiss her, with his finger still stuck in her cunt. "That's just the beginning, baby!" he whispered hoarsely. "Now, you're going to get a fuck you'll never forget. I'm going to stick my dick in you and fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"DO IT!" she shrieked. "DO IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH, PLEASE, BEN! STICK IT IN!"
"Take it easy, kid! No hurry!" He pulled his finger from her snatch and licked it off. "You're good and hot, now. You're ready. How do you want it?"
"I CAN'T WAIT!" she yelled in agony. "OH, BEN! GOD!" She rolled over on top of him and struggled to her knees. "PLEASE, BEN! PLEASE!"
"I'll get on top, kid! Wait a minute!" he grabbed at her and rolled over, but they were too close to the side of the bed. They fell to the floor with a crash, and Ben landed on top of her. He saw that Cindy had a look of anguish on her face, and hadn't seemed to realize that they fell. "Sorry, kid. We'll have to do it here."
"I DON'T CARE!" she shouted. "STICK IT IN! GOD! HURRY, BEN! HURRY!"
"Damn, Cindy! Damn!" He probed for her hole with his cock. It wasn't hard to find. Then he lunged upward, thrusting his shaft into her cunt with one quick movement. "AAARRRGGGHHH! Oh, God! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!" As the huge shaft penetrated her cunt, Cindy felt his stubbly cheek scratching against hers. The heavy weight on top of her and the gigantic dick in her cunt triggered something in her mind. "STOP! DON'T!"
"Jesus, Cindy!" he gasped. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you! UUUNNNGGGHHH! You're fantastic! Oh, fuck! FUCK!"
"PLEASE! GOD! DON'T!" Cindy knew something was wrong. The big poker plunging into her pussy wasn't Ben's! It was someone else's! "STOP! PLEASE!"
"Take it easy, kid!" he grunted. "You'll like that big pecker! Don't struggle! Just fuck! FUCK! Oh, God! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
The words! She remembered the words! And the scratching on her cheek. "MATT! DON'T, MATT! OH, GOD! STOP!"
Ben didn't hear her. His hands gripped her shoulders as he hunched quickly, cramming his aching cock into the hot, wet cunt. "FUCK, BABY! FUCK! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, GOD, YOU'RE TIGHT! DO IT, CINDY! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"MATT! STOP!" she shrieked. "don't! AUNT EMMA! SHE'S GOING TO CATCH US! MATT! AAAGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, PLEASE, MATT! STOP!"
"HANG ... IN ... THERE ... BABY!" he grunted. "OH, FUCK! WHAT A PIECE OF ASS! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"STOP!" She began hitting him with her fists and kicking with her legs. "DON'T! AUNT EMMA WILL KILL YOU! DON'T, MATT! OH, GOD! STOP! STOP!"
"I ... CAN'T ... STOP! FUCK! FFFUUUCCC-KKK! AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, JESUS! I'M CUMMING! HOLD ON, CINDY! I'M GONNA BLOW OFF! BAAABBBYYY! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"AAAGGGHHH!" She felt the hot liquid erupt in her cunt. It shot in jets against her womb, filling her tube. She looked up past his shoulder and saw her Aunt Emma standing there, grinning evilly, scissors gleaming in her hand.
"OH, NO!" she screamed. "NNNOOO!" Then she fainted.
"Hey, kid! Wake up! Wake up!"
Cindy opened her eyes slowly. Ben was bending over her, washing her face with a cold, damp cloth. She blinked several times, waiting for her spinning mind to come to a halt. Then she sat up quickly, brushing his hand away.
"Ben! I remember! I remember what happened!"
"So that's what it was!" He heaved a sigh of relief. "Jesus Christ, Cindy! You passed out on me! You had me scared to death for a second there!"
Cindy covered her face with her hands and shuddered. "It was terrible. God! I even saw Aunt Emma. She was going to ... to stab you!"
He put his hand on her shoulder and spoke to her soothingly. "There wasn't anybody here except us, honey. It was all your imagination."
She dropped her hands from her face and looked at him sorrowfully. "She killed him, didn't she, Ben? She killed him while he was ... fucking me."
"That's right, kid," he said, nodding his head. "She sure did. I'm sorry that what we did made you remember."
"I don't know whether I am or not," she said, almost in a whisper. "I wanted to know, but now I'm scared. Real scared!"
He stood up, still naked, and tossed the washcloth on the dresser. "While you were out I went down and got some whiskey, I thought it might help." He handed her a glass half-full of amber liquid. "Toss it down, kid. It'll make you feel better."
She took it from him numbly and lifted it to her lips. It burned her throat all the way down. She gagged and coughed and sputtered. "Jesus!" she gasped. "That's awful!"
He laughed. "I guess it is the first time. C'mon. Let's get our clothes on and get back." He walked over to his pile of clothes on the floor and began dressing.
"How long was I out, Ben?" Cindy asked as she got up on shaky legs. "Very long?"
"Nan. Only about ten minutes, I guess." He stopped pulling his pants on when he saw her reel across the room. "Hey! You all right now?"
"I ... I think so. I'll let you know when I get my clothes on."
When she had finished dressing, Cindy took the washcloth back to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her eyes. She was still shaking as she dried her face off. She looked at herself in the mirror.
I still can't believe she did it! she thought. God! She stabbed him to death! All because of me!
Blinking back tears, Cindy returned to the bedroom, and found it empty. Ben must have gone to the other part of the house. She switched out the lights, picked up her clock, and walked to the living room. Ben was leaning against the front door with the clipboard in his hand.
"Think you can make it now?" he asked.
"Yes, I think so." She turned off the lights in the living room, then went out with Ben, locking the door behind her.
As they crossed the street, Cindy felt even stronger pains of grief and guilt than she had when she first heard that her uncle was dead. Thinking back on it, she realized that she had unintentionally teased the old man half out of his mind. Without knowing it, she had practically asked him to rape her. It was a terrible thought to live with.
They continued silently up the sidewalk to the Baker front door. Ben opened it, ushered her in, then followed. Cindy was totally unprepared for the outburst that greeted them.
"YOU BASTARD!" Martha screamed from the kitchen. "YOU DIRTY BASTARD!"
"What the hell are you talking about now?" Ben asked in amazement.
Martha came storming into the room, her eyes flashing angrily. "YOU DIRTY CHILD-DICKING SONOFABITCH!"
Cindy was scared to death. She saw Tina sitting on the couch and moved over to drop down next to her, getting out of the way of the storm she knew was going to follow.
"Will you calm down, for Christ sake?" Ben threw the clipboard on the table and slumped into a chair. "What the hell's eating you, anyway?"
"I sent Tina over to find out what was taking you so long! She saw you both naked in that bedroom! Jesus Christ! Ben! A girl! A little girl!"
Martha's face twisted with rage. She grabbed a heavy ceramic ashtray off an end table and hurled it at Ben's head. He ducked, and the ashtray sailed out through a window, spraying broken glass out into the front yard.
"KNOCK IT OFF, GODDAMNIT!" Ben shouted. "YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND, YOU FUCKIN' BITCH! YOU'RE CRAZY!" He got up and walked past her, shoving her out of the way. "I'm gonna have a drink. Sit down and shut your fuckin' mouth!"
"GODDAMN YOU!" Martha shrieked. She grabbed up a lamp and threw it at him just as he went through the doorway. It crashed against the wall and fell in pieces. "IT WASN'T ENOUGH WITH THE OTHER WOMEN! YOU HAD TO HAVE CINDY, TOO!"
Cindy shook with terror as she watched the woman follow her husband into the kitchen. Then she heard the wail of a siren. She looked at Tina quickly. "Who called the cops?"
Tina was shaking, too. "I don't know! Maybe we better get out of here!"
They had just gotten up to run When John stumbled into the room in his robe, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Hey, what's going on here? Who's breakin' stuff?"
"C'mon, John," Tina said urgently. "We've gotta run. The cops are coming." She grabbed the boy's hand and the three youngsters started for the door.
They didn't make it. Before Cindy could reach for the knob, the police car with the flashing red light pulled up in front. They heard running footsteps come up the sidewalk, then there was a pounding on the door.
OPEN UP! POLICE!
"This is a weird setup," the officer said to his partner as he returned to the living room. He jerked his thumb toward the hallway. "The poor kid back there hasn't got all his marbles. He says he was in an accident a while back." He turned to Ben. "Is that right?"
Ben nodded slowly. "Yes. He's ... retarded."
The officer shook his head and looked at the other policeman. "He wasn't retarded enough to tell me what's been going on around here. The neighbors were right. I think we'd better take these people down to the station and have a nice long talk."
CHAPTER NINE
"The Philipses are very nice people," Mrs. Peterson told Cindy enthusiastically as the girl sat facing the middle-aged social worker once again. 'They're young. In their early twenties. And they both have degrees in sociology. They're helping out in our department and working on their doctoral degrees at the same time."
"Oh?" It didn't mean much to Cindy. She wasn't quite sure what sociology was. But at least they were young. If they had any children, they would probably be babies. There was a knock at the door.
"Here they are." The woman opened the door and ushered the Philipses into her office. "Mr. and Mrs. Philips, this is Cindy Thomas. She's had her physical examination and she's ready to go."
The instant Cindy looked at the Philips' faces, she felt better. The young man was very good-looking, with long wavy brown hair and compassionate brown eyes. His wife was beautiful. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and an excellent figure that was shown off by a tightly fitting blue knit dress.
"I'm Tom Philips," the man said, shaking her hand. "This is my wife, Beth. I think we're going to get along just fine."
Cindy shook both their hands shyly, then glanced at Mrs. Peterson. "Do they know about-?"
"Yes, we do, dear," Beth said, interrupting. "We know all about it. It's too bad. Tom and I will do our best to help you forget all about it."
"Is everything all set then; Mrs. Peterson?" Tom asked. "Is there anything else I have to sign?"
"No, that's all." The older woman crossed over to Cindy and took her hand. "I know you'll be much happier now, dear. I hope you'll forgive me for what happened. I really didn't know."
"It's all right," Cindy said. "I understand."
Cindy was astonished at the size of the house when they pulled up in front of it. They piled out of the car and filed in, and Tom began switching on the lights.
"This is a big old tomb, isn't it, Cindy?" Beth said jokingly. "It's not ours. It belongs to my parents. They're in Europe for six months."
Tom grinned as he waved his arms around the huge living room. "It's not much, but we call it home. How many bedrooms can you use, Cindy? I think there are four upstairs. Or is it five?"
"My husband, the comic," Beth laughed. "Sit down, Cindy. Are you hungry?"
"No, not really." Cindy stepped cautiously to a chair and sat down, her hands on her knees. "How come you're doing this? How come you took me in like this?"
The couple glanced at each other, then sat down on the couch across from the girl.
"We're doing our theses on social work, Cindy," Tom said. "We've been helping out on some of the cases around here. Mrs. Peterson knew we had all this room going to waste, so she called us. Believe me, we're very happy to have you."
Cindy swallowed the frog in her throat. "You know everything about me, huh? I mean, about my aunt and uncle and everything?"
"Yes, dear," Beth said softly. "We know. It must have been terrible for you. Mrs. Peterson said you can't remember what happened at your aunt's house. I think that's just as well."
"Oh, I can remember now." She bit her lip. Damn! Now they'd want to know how and when her memory came back.
The Philipses exchanged startled looks, then Beth said, "I don't think we have to talk about that, do we? I mean, I think it's best that you put it out of your mind as quickly as you can."
Cindy nodded. "You're right. I don't even want to talk about it."
She appreciated their attitude, and couldn't help but like this young couple. If she could just be sure she would be with them for a while, she could be very happy. Maybe, for once in her life, she could begin enjoying herself.
"There's just one thing, though, Cindy," Beth said quietly. "We know all of this has been a traumatic experience for you. It could have a shattering effect on the rest of your life. Tom and I believe that the best thing for girls in your situation is to have a really loving experience to offset the bad memories."
"That's right," Tom said, nodding his head vigorously. He leaned forward and rested his arms on his thighs, looking at Cindy intently as he continued. "It's like falling off a horse, or wrecking an airplane. If you don't get back on again, or fly immediately, you lose all your confidence."
"I ... I don't think I understand. What do you mean?"
Beth smiled and stood up. She scooted a footstool over to Cindy's chair and sat down on it, stretching her long, shapely legs out in front of her. "We've done quite a bit of research on this, Cindy. If you were to have a tender, gentle sexual affair, it could erase all those bad things that happened to you and make you receptive to love. Do you understand what I'm talking about now?"
"Not really. I don't think what happened to me was so bad. I mean, like, it didn't hurt me too much. I just kinda shook me up, that's all."
"That's what we mean," Tom said. "Nothing concerning sex should shake you up. It should be enjoyed, because it's beautiful. What you need is a compassionate experience with a considerate male so that you can feel the true delights in all manner of sex."
Something clicked in Cindy's foggy mind and her eyebrows went up. "Are you saying that you want to...?" The words choked in her throat.
"That's it, honey," Beth cooed, placing a hand on the girl's thigh. "Tom can show you how wonderful sex can really be. Believe me, it's the only way to go. It could change your whole life."
Cindy wanted to cry. "But I ... I just came away from something like that. God! Is that all anybody ever thinks about? Fucking?"
"Of course not," Beth said soothingly. "Look, honey. We're very experienced in this. We know what we're talking about. Won't you at least try it? For your sake?"
"I don't know," Cindy whimpered. It was all so confusing. She looked over at Tom. There was a smile on his handsome face, but there was no animal lust in his eyes. They were soft, and tender, and deep. She knew instinctively that he wouldn't hurt her. "I guess I could try it," she murmured. "If I have to."
"Honey, you don't have to do anything," Tom said quietly. "Only what you want to do." He stood up. "I'm going up to the first bedroom upstairs on the right. If you decide to, come up when you're ready." He turned, went into the front hallway, and began climbing the stairs.
"Honey, we both think it would be good for you," Beth said with sincerity in her voice. "It'll straighten out those cobwebs in your head. Why don't you go on up? I know you'd like it."
Cindy shrugged and nodded, then stood up. "Okay. If you think it's best. Are you coming too?"
Beth smiled. "No, dear. I have to pick up a new boy from Mrs. Peterson. Have a good time."
"Thanks." Cindy trudged slowly to the stairs. As she climbed them, she felt nervous, but at the same time excited. Somehow she knew that Beth and Tom wouldn't steer her the wrong way. What was waiting for her must be truly fantastic and wonderful. The bedroom door was open when she reached it and she walked right in.
"I'm glad you decided to come up." Tom was stretched out on the bed, naked. His lithe, muscular body had little hair on it except for the dark, curly tangle that covered his balls. His cock was at full erection, and the shiny purple head gleamed in the lamp light.
Cindy's body had already begun to tremble. She approached the bed slowly. "Shall I take my clothes off?"
"I think that would be best," he replied softly.
"It's much nicer when you have full body contact."
"Okay."
Cindy stepped to the dresser and began placing her things on top of it as she stripped. When she was naked, she walked to the bed shyly, aware of his eyes following her as she glanced at his throbbing cock. It was as big as Ben's, and just as thick. She climbed up next to him and lay down, facing him.
"You're really beautiful," Tom murmured as he slipped an arm under her head. He kissed her tenderly on the lips and ran his hand lightly over her back and ass. "Just relax, sweetheart," he whispered. "Everything's going to be all right." He kissed her again, then took his arm away and got to his knees.
"What are you going to do, Tom?" she asked breathlessly, hoping he wasn't going to mount her and fuck her immediately.
He smiled down at her tenderly. "Just close your eyes and enjoy it." He bent over and began lightly brushing his lips all over her face. Then it was her neck, her shoulders, and arms. He was kissing every inch of her skin.
"OOOHHH!" Cindy moaned. His hot lips began gliding over her tits. "UUUMMM! TOM! UUUMMM!"
Tingles of delight surged through her as he nuzzled her tits, then worked down across her flat belly. Just before he reached her pelvis, he turned her over and began kissing her all over her back.
His hot breath and warm lips made her twitch involuntarily.
"UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
He ran his mouth up and down her legs and kissed her asscheeks. She was quivering in ecstasy as he pushed his face into the crack of her ass and tongued the crevice that ran down to her cunt. "OOOHHH, TOMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
He rolled her over on her back, then moved down and spread her legs apart, crouching between them. He started at her feet, then kissed the calves and thighs on both legs, working up slowly to her pussy. She was on fire! Every nerve in her lush body was tingling. Then he was nuzzling her hair-covered pelvis, kissing it lightly as he moved his lips back and forth.
She was wild with desire. The spasms in her womb quickened, and she felt her cuntal milk oozing into the folds of her gash. Her outstretched legs twitched and her arms were jumping at her sides. Then the moment her aching pussy had been waiting for came. She felt his hot tongue flicking into her creamy slit, teasing and titillating her clit. She squirmed and moaned.
"TOM! OH, GOD! PLEASE! PLEASE DO IT! AAAGGGHHH!"
He was sloshing his tongue in her cunt, caressing the moist folds and lips of her twat with his mouth. He probed into her cunt hole and reamed it, teasing the sensitive tissues wetly.
She raised her hips and began swirling them, squirming her pussy on his probing tongue. She clutched at her tits and squeezed them, whimpering and gasping as the man's educated tongue sent her spiraling to the heights of ecstasy.
"GOD! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, TOM! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! AAARRRGGGHHH! I'M GOING TO, TOM! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! LICK IT! RIGHT THERE! OH, GOD!"
It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Even John hadn't eaten her like that. She was in rapture as she hunched her cunny at Tom's face, feeling the surges of climax growing in her uterus. Her slender fingers kneaded her full tits. She squirmed and twisted, whimpering with delight.
She lifted her body off the bed and swirled her hips, pressing her cunt onto Tom's flicking tongue. The thunderous orgasm exploded inside her, sending electric-like shocks into her limbs. She jerked and thrashed, then with a loud sigh sank back to the mattress, gasping for breath.
"Oh, Tom!" she gasped. "Tom! Tom!" She opened her eyes and saw him raise up. His mouth and chin were glistening wetly with her cuntal milk.
"Why don't you come and take a shower with me?"
"Huh? You mean both of us? Together?"
"Why not? Beth and I do it all the time."
"Wouldn't it be kinda crowded?" Cindy asked. He laughed. "Hell, no! C'mon. It's a lot of fun."
"Okay, if you say so."
When she walked over to him, he took her hand and they walked side by side down the hall to the large bath, which Cindy had learned was one of the three in the house. Tom slid the glass shower doors back and turned the water on.
As she waited for him to adjust the water temperature, she saw that his dick was still hard.
"There we go," he said. "C'mon in. The water's fine." He stepped under the shower.
Cindy followed him in, careful not to bang against his rigid cock. Tom took her by the arms and positioned her under the spray, facing away from him. Then she smiled as he began soaping her back.
He chuckled. "Feels good, doesn't it? Nothing like a good shower to perk you up."
"It's nice, Tom." Cindy put her hands flat against the shower wall and spread her legs as Tom began soaping her ass. Then his slick hand was sliding up and down her crack and his fingertips rubbed her puckered anus, giving her a tingling sensation in her groin. "Ooohhh, Tom!" she murmured.
"Hey, it gets even better. Turn around." She did, letting the water rain on the back of her head and shoulders.
Tom grinned happily as he soaped her front, rubbing his hands carefully over her large, pointed tits and her flat belly. His rigid cock was jerking. He got to his knees on the stall floor and rubbed the bar of soap on her hairy cunt. Then, with his other hand, he carefully washed her gash, tickling her clit and dilating cunt hole.
"UUUMMM! That feels good, Tom! OOOHHH! I like to be washed like this!"
"Good!" He did her legs, then stood up and handed her the soap. "Your turn now. Rinse off first."
When she had finished, they changed places and Cindy did the same to him. Back first, then he turned around. She left his cock and balls for last.
"Tom, you're so big!" she said huskily as she rubbed her soap-slick hands up and down his cock and over his heavy sac of balls. "I'll bet Beth really likes that, doesn't she?"
"I'm happy to say that she does." He looked down and watched as she tenderly massaged his tingling pecker. "It'd be a shame to have that nice hard-on go to waste, wouldn't it?"
Cindy gulped. "Yes, it would. I think we should take care of it, don't you?"
"Yes, I think we'd better." He turned around and shut off the water. "C'mon. Let's dry off. We can't do anything in here."
When they stepped out, Tom grabbed a towel and began rubbing Cindy's body vigorously, turning her skin pink as he wiped her off from head to toe. "You do me now."
Cindy took a dry towel and began rubbing him down. When she knelt on the floor to do his legs, his rigid cock was pulsing directly in front of her face. Her pulse quickened and her pussy began twitching. She dropped the towel on the floor, held the base of his huge cock with her thumb and forefinger, and began kissing and nibbling the purple tip.
"I was hoping you'd do that, sweet," Tom murmured softly, resting his hands on her head. "You like that cock, don't you?"
"Uuummm-hhhmmm!" she answered, nodding her head. She stuck her tongue out and licked the bulbous head carefully, teasing the tiny slit in the end. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!"
"That's it, baby! Lick it nice! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Damn, Cindy! Do you want to suck it?"
She stopped lapping his tool and looked up at him, her eyes warm and tender. "Would you mind, Tom? Would you mind very much if I sucked you off?"
"Honey, I'd love it!" He patted her head. "Do you want me to shoot off in your mouth? Do you want to drink my cum?"
She nodded. "Very much! Ooohhh, Tom! You're wonderful!" She bent forward, opened her mouth, and engulfed the head of his delicious cock. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!"
Cindy's naked body quivered as she slurped wetly on the magnificent shaft. She reached up between his legs and cupped his balls in her hand. "CHRIST, HONEY!" he gasped. "YOU REALLY KNOW HOW! GOD! AAARRRGGGHHH!" His legs were trembling as he spread his feet apart and began to hunch gently at her warm mouth. Her tongue was swishing around the sensitive head of his dick. She was caressing his balls lovingly. "AAARRRGGGHHH! BABY! OH, DAMN!"
Urgent desire was making Cindy's cunt contract in spasms. Her nipples tingled, and there was a fluttering sensation in her cunt. She was hoping desperately that she could achieve an orgasm while she sucked on Tom's fantastic prick. She mouthed his tool hungrily, bobbing her head as she applied sucking pressure. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"CINDY! BABY! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, GOD, HONEY! YOU'VE GOT A FANTASTIC MOUTH! AAAGGGHHH!" His muscles tensed as he watched his saliva-wet cock glide between her full lips. He held her head firmly and began fucking her mouth, twitching with feverish delight.
Oh, cum, Tom! Cindy screamed silently to herself. Cum! I want your juice! Shoot off! Cream in my mouth! Cum! Please! Oh, God!
The girl's sucking mouth was driving him wild.
He closed his eyes and lifted his face to the ceiling. The tendons stood out on his neck as he uttered guttural, throaty sounds. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Cindy tugged frantically on the swollen shaft. Her cheeks were puckered, and her lips made slurping sounds as she bobbed her head even more quickly.
She felt his cock grow between her fingers. She knew it was coming, and began swallowing quickly. Then there was a gigantic eruption in her mouth. Hot cum gushed from the jerking cock in spurts, spraying her tonsils and the back of her throat. She gulped the liquid thirstily, moaning and groaning between swallows. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
Tom's jerking slowed to a series of trembling vibrations, and his body gradually went limp. "Oh, baby!" he rasped. "That was great! Christ! I think you got my nuts that time!"
Cindy licked his throbbing dick off, then smiled up at him. "Did you like that, Tom? Did I do it right?"
He grinned as he reached down and lifted her up. "Baby, you were super!" He kissed her cum-flecked lips. "C'mon. Let's go find a bed and fuck. She knew then that she'd love her new home.
