Turned on virgin

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cindy promised her mother she'd be very careful, so that the neighborhood would keep its collective noses out of their private sexual lives, and she was true to her word. When she ran errands for her mother, Cindy behaved admirably, always sweet, kind and polite, looking as guileless as a virgin. She didn't like it, but she went along, giving Diana the benefit of the doubt. Actually, Cindy felt like stripping naked, getting on a rooftop and shouting to the world that she was free, fucked and fantastically happy. She suppressed this urge.

Looking like a demure child with a prematurely developed body, but feeling like a developed young woman behaving like a child, Cindy dutifully hopped on her bicycle to run an errand for her mother. She pedaled across the street and onto the sidewalk, looking fresh and alluring in tight white shads and pink sweater, her hour-glass figure pleasant to the eye. Coasting down the street, she waved cheerily, to an older couple who were sitting on their front porch.

"Hello, Mrs. Brown, Mr. Brown," she called on her way by.

They looked after her and the woman said, "Such a sweet girl."

"Yes," agreed Frank Brown. When his wife resumed her knitting, he followed Cindy's body with his hungry eyes. Cindy was pedaling her bike while standing up on the pedals, and Frank's eyes riveted to her cute ass as it swayed to and fro, and he was fast to notice that her tight young crotch was twisting on the horn of the seat.

Cindy had no doubt that Mr. Brown's eyes were on her ass or that beneath his newspaper ached a huge hard-on. Most of the neighborhood men ate her up with their eyes. She was used to it. She smiled to herself and concentrated on the good feelings she was getting by letting her pussy rub on the bike seat.

On her return trip Cindy was thinking about her mother's vibrator and picture book. All this bike riding and pussy teasing had gotten her horny.

"Cindy!" Frank Brown called before she could ride by. "Wait a minute, will you?"

Cindy braked at the fence as he came up to her. "Yes, Mr. Brown?"

"Martha made up some jam and was going to bring a jar over to your mother, but she's gone to visit her sister. Why don't you come inside and get it?"

Cindy was mildly surprised. She knew Mr. Brown lusted after her like other men. But right now there was a sense of urgency to his request, and as she got off her bike she noticed a rather overlarge bulge in his pants.

The man put an arm around her slim waist as he guided her up the walk and, inside the house, he passed his hand between her shoulder blades. Just as he had thought – the saucy bitch was braless! Standing close to her, his hand stroking her soft pink sweater, he eyed the delightful thrust of her taut young tits with renewed interest. How perfect! How pointed! How mouth-watering!

"How you've grown," he said thickly.

"Mr. Brown," Cindy cooed, giving her ripe tits a little lift, "you shouldn't be looking at me like that."

A tremor ran through the man and his kindly eyes took on a glitter of surging lust. "I can't help it," he said, trembling. "Cindy. I… I've got to kiss you!"

"Why, Mr. Brown!" Cindy gasped, letting him pull her body to his.

"Please. Just one," he begged, beside himself now with passionate desire. "You're so pretty."

"Oh, I couldn't," Cindy panted, parting her lips.

Brown's mouth covered hers and he pressed her slim supple body against him. Cindy made a little show of struggling against this outage, pressing her fists against his chest, moaning in protest, as she squeezed her hard-tipped tits against him and writhed her cunt on his suddenly enormous prick. Her tongue gave his a lick that drove him over the line, as she knew it would.

"No, noooo," she panted as he lowered her presumably struggling body to the sofa, and she whimpered and twisted as he hotly bared her heaving tits and mouthed them wetly. Groveling at her luscious nipples, he attacked her shorts with one hand, feeling them, rubbing the crotch, then feverishly unzipping them. Sucking a vibrant pink nipple hungrily, he shoved his big hand into her shorts, over her silky blonde hair, to her squirming wet cunt. Gasping on her thrusting tits, he felt her slit forcefully and his middle finger found her sweet fuck-hole tight but unobstructed.

"Jesus," he groaned, driving the finger up into her, "you aren't a virgin!"

"Ohhh, Mr. Brown," Cindy moaned, churning her bike-heated cunt on his probing finger, "you shouldn't make me feel this way."

Brown groaned with surging lust to hear that Cindy was being made horny by his attack. It encouraged him and, with uncontrollable passion, he pulled her shorts down over her knees, along her legs and off her feet. He stared hot-eyed at the youngest, prettiest, pinkest cunt he ever saw – a juicy sandwich grown agitated between her smooth, nervous thighs.

Out of his mind with lust, Brown tore at his pants and brought out his long, bony, wet cock. Gripping it tensely in a fist, he fell in a fever on the moaning, defenseless girl. He filled her mouth with his tongue and her cunt with his cock.

Cindy moaned hotly and, giving up all pretense, wrapped her trembling legs around his thrusting hips. She sucked his tongue, clawed his back, and humped her hungry, slip-sliding young cunt hard on his driving, stabbing cock. His lengthy prick was made for long, delicious strokes and Cindy went mad for this style of fucking. His cock slipped back, wrapped in the hot meat of her clinging cunthole, then lunged back into her quivering belly. His nuts crashed into her writhing ass and cunt lips each time his cock thrust into her slit.

The shaft pistoned rapidly, growing wetter and wetter with each clip into her squishy little pussy. When he sucked her tits to increase her pleasure, Cindy cried out with delight and, thrilling to this glorious fucking, she dropped her heels to the sofa and thrust her ass up jerkily, holding her twisting, humping cunt in mid-air to facilitate the long deep ramming of his thick cock.

"Ohhhh," Cindy bellowed. "I'm… I'm… commmiiinnngggg! Ewwwwww, fuck it to me! Mmmmmm!"

Her pretty head jerked spastically and her whole body quivered with rapture as her soaking cunt flooded his deep-fucking, come-spitting ramrod. "Oh, ohh, ohhhh," she moaned hotly as her cunt sucked up his big load of hot come, tingling to the splashes of thick juice spilling into her hot belly. Brown grunted animalistically, fucking against her writhing young womb viciously as he pumped his very guts into the squirming cunt.

When he released her, Cindy collapsed panting on the sofa, cupping her hard, tingling tits and curling kittenishly in obvious pleasure.

Brown was thoroughly smitten. "If you only knew what you do to a man," he said lustily, his hot eyes devouring her lovely naked body. "I have to see all of you."

Drunk with flaming desires, he rolled her over onto her thrusting young tits and, to Cindy's surprise, fell on her ass, kissing it rapturously.

"Why, Mr. Brown!" Cindy gasped, thrilling to his hands and lips and tongue. He grew so feverishly excited that her whole ass was left glistening with his hot saliva. Not yet satisfied, he parted her asscheeks with his anxious thumbs and flicked his tongue over her asshole. "What a sweet asshole you have," he groaned. He thrust his tongue into it.

"Oh!" Cindy gasped as the hot thing invaded her tight but wet asshole. "You make me feel so naughty!"

To prove it, she got up on her knees and, with her face and tits pressed to the sofa, she held her ass aloft for him. Grunting like a pig at a trough of slop, he burrowed his tongue into her wriggly asshole and sucked her out, while his fingers dug into her cunt through her hot come-juice mingled with his slimy jism. Cindy came almost instantly, rocking and moaning and gyrating her ass to excite him to further experiments.

Intoxicated by the combined odors of Cindy's asshole and cunt, he wrapped his arms around her swiveling hips and feasted royally on her, licking and sucking her asshole, cunt and clit, drawing his hot tongue all over her burning crotch area from pussy to ass. This drove Cindy mad with female lust.

"Ohhh, fuck me again!" she cried. "Give me your cock! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me!"

Brown climbed gasping onto the sofa behind her and fulfilled both her wishes. He thrust his prick into her gushy twat. When his ramming cock was drenched with her pussy juice, he urged it up into her ass, fucking just as hard there. Then he let his prick plop out of her tight asshole and back into her delicious young cunt. Rhythmically, he transferred his cock from cunt to asshole, from asshole to cunt-fucking, driving, ramming, now in this gash, now in that slit, now here, now there – until Cindy was a breathless, quivering hunk of hot female flesh, coming repeatedly.

The result was one truly fucked Cindy and one happy neighbor, both of whom were exhausted as Cindy lay moaning and writhing beneath his hot gaze of satisfaction.

"I came six times!" she gasped, squeezing her delighted tits.

"You're a beautiful child," Brown said. "And I thought you were a nice man," Cindy cooed, smiling impishly.

"That was nice, wasn't it?"

Cindy got up and pulled on her shorts to stem the flow of his oozing come from her twat. "I just didn't know you were that kind of man," she said, putting her sweater on. She went to the door, puzzled about something.

"Drop by tomorrow evening," Brown said. "Mrs. Brown won't be home."

Cindy didn't reply. She pranced down the steps to her bike, straddled the seat, and pedaled away, still short of breath.

She arrived home to find her mother ensconced in the recliner, her lewd eyes fixed on her erotic picture book, her twat choking her vibrator, the buzzing sound muffled by her bushy snatch. Cindy sank heavily onto the sofa and heaved a sigh.

"What is it?" Diana asked, setting the book down and turning off the pseudo-cock. "You look absolutely glowing!"

"I've just been fucked!" Cindy emoted.

"Oh? Who was the lucky man?"

"Mr. Brown."

"Mr. Brown!" Diana exclaimed, extracting the soaked dildo from her swollen cunt. "Well, well. I guess we never know where our next cock will come from."

"Just look at me!" Cindy cried, spreading her legs and looking down at her wet shorts.

"Darling, you shouldn't tease your mother when she's horny," Diana said. She went over to Cindy and dropped to her knees, unzipping her daughter's damp shorts. "Mmmmm, I can smell his come. Let me see what the nasty man did to you."

She drew Cindy's shorts down and gazed at her come-smeared white thighs. Cindy's sweet cunt was oozing more come. "Mmmmm," Diana moaned again and started licking up the male jism. "This is how cats clean their kittens. Sensual."

Cindy caught her breath as her mother's soft lips touched her cunt, and she gasped when Diana dipped out hot come with her tongue. When her thighs and pussy were spotless and Diana was still licking, Cindy squealed, "Mother! You're EATING me!"

"Don't be silly, darling," Diana laughed sensuously, and resumed eating her pretty daughter's darling young cunt. But when Cindy splayed her legs and panted, "Ewww, suck me," Diana stood up.

"What a hot piece you are," she laughed. "It's all Mr. Brown's fault! And he said he wanted to give me a jar of jam!"

"Where is it?" Diana asked.

Cindy giggled. "I guess I forgot it."