Cindy drew back from him involuntarily. Her heart was racing, and her hands were cold and shaking on the top of the old washing machine. "Don't, Sam, don't," she said in a gasp of breath.
His eyes filled with tears, shining in the dim light in the cellar. "I won't hurt you, Miss Cindy. I won't touch you if you don't want me to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I frightened you." His voice broke off in a sob, and she found herself reaching for him and drawing him to her. She nestled hie head between her tits and cradled it in her arms, rocking him back and forth as if he were a little boy. One moment she was terrified of his touch, and in the next she felt more like a mother toward him.
"Hush, hush, it's all right. Tell me about it Sam. It's just so strange to me. I was nervous and scared. I just don't know you very well yet. How long has this been going on?"
He sighed into her bosom, his hot breath blowing through the cloth of her blouse and warming her tits like the touch of a hand. "Not long, at least not with Mary Lou. Junior, he's always been pretty weak in the head and always playing with himself, he started messing around with Mary Lou, and, well, I guess she liked it just fine. Then Papa, he caught them fucking one night, and he was drunk, and he got in bed with them and fucked her too. I hadn't ever been with a girl before, and Junior was doing it with her, and Papa, too, so I, I did, too. Oh, it's so horrible, I wish I was dead!" He started sobbing again. "It's so wrong! I'll never be clean again!"
Cindy patted him on the head while he cried and tried to understand the situation in her own head. She had had no brothers or sisters, her parents had died so young that she could hardly remember them. She had been raised by her mother's parents, kind, sweet old people who loved her but never scented to understand what it was like to be young.
Her first reaction was revulsion and fear – a father having sex with his daughter, brothers fucking their sister! But after the first shock, she was merely curious. Was it so wrong after all? Her mind was in a spin.
"You, you didn't force her, did you?" she asked finally.
"No, not at all. It was her fault just as much as Junior. She was curious about him beatin' his meat and wanted to do it for him. She wants us to do it with her. I always thought that girls didn't like to fuck. I thought it was just guys who wanted it, and the women just put up with it."
Cindy had to laugh in spite of the pitiful sounds he was making. "You heard wrong on that, Sam. Women like sex just as much as men do, if not more."
"Do you like to fuck, Miss Cindy?" he asked right into the cleft between her breasts. She was suddenly aware again of the bulge between his legs. The heavy, long bulge that was now pressed against her hip. She gently pushed him back to look into his face and to get his hot and horny body a little further away from hers.
"I don't think that that is any of your business, Sam. That is not the proper kind of question for a boy your age to be asking a woman."
"Yes'm. I'm sorry. I know it's not right for someone like me to be talking dirty to you."
"It's not dirty, Sam, and you aren't dirty, either. It's just that, well, we don't know each other very well. Those matters are very private and personal. We'll talk about it more some other time, some time when I'm thinking a little more clearly than I am right now. You help me get this laundry in the dryer and get another load in the machine. Perhaps we can talk some more tomorrow."
They finished the laundry and came back upstairs to the living room. Big George was stretched out on the sofa, sound asleep and snoring his head off. Sam went into his father's room and brought back a blanket and put it over him on the couch. Cindy turned off the television and went to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed for a long time and listened to the sounds around her in the night. She glanced at the window shade which she had drawn carefully down over her window.
She could tell that Sam wasn't asleep out there on his bed on the porch. His breathing was harsh and troubled, and he was tossing and turning on the bed. She sighed from exhaustion and worry and decided that what she needed was a long, hot bath.
She opened her suitcase and took out a nightgown and bathrobe and her hair brush. She went down the hall to the bathroom and listened to make sure that no one was around. She slipped inside and turned on the light. She was relieved to find that there was a lock on the door and only one window which had frosted glass in it. She locked the door behind her and checked to make sure that no one could look in through the keyhole. Then she turned the hot water on in the big cast-iron bathtub and began to undress.
As she took her clothes off, she looked at herself in the long mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door. She paused and examined herself in detail. Her hair was short with just a gentle curl to it, deep auburn with only hints of red in the artificial light. Her skin was flawless if you didn't count the few freckles of brown across the bridge of her nose. She looked wholesome and fresh on the surface, but there was a deeper, sexier look there for anyone who stopped to admire.
She cupped her hands under her breasts and looked at them in the mirror. They were full but still high and firm with youth. Her nipples were dusky rose-pink with wide areolas and fat dark-pink tips that erected and swelled into hard round points as she gazed at them and touched them lightly with her fingertips. She shuddered slightly from the sexy chill that passed over her.
She passed her long slender hands down over her ribs to her waist. She was pleased at her trim figure. Her smooth little belly tapered down to the nest of brown curls that grew on her cunt mound.
She could barely see the beginning of her slit in the mirror.
She remembered that she had left the hot water running in the tub and turned on some cold to cool it off. Then she perched daintily on the pot to take a piss. As she blotted herself, her fingers wandered up to her clit. She looked down and parted the lips of her pussy. The outer lips of her cunt were plump and firm. The inner ones were delicate, their fringes a deep, hot pink in the heat of the bathroom, and they shaded into an even deeper tint where her little clit hid under their folds. She touched it gently with her fingertip and felt the little lump of flesh stiffen and swell. She placed a fingertip on each side as the warm feelings of pleasure gathered in her belly and warmed the insides of her thighs. The tub was full, and she had to stop to turn the water off.
She placed the towel where she could reach it and slipped into the steamy bath. The heat of the water stung and then numbed her flesh, bringing the blood to the surface of her skin and draining her body of the tensions which had accumulated during the day. She leaned back and spread her legs, letting the soothing water flow up between them and lap at the opening of her cunt. She slid further down into the water and felt it wash delightfully up over her belly to her breasts. They lolled in the warm water, supported and caressed by it as they had been in Richard's hands. Her hands slid down her belly to her cunt, and she thought again of Richard.
She had known him slightly in high school, but they had never dated. He had been on the basketball team, though not a star player. He was tall and thin and very quiet. His face was too hard and boney to be called handsome. She had been the plain lane, the prim granddaughter of her prim and proper grandparents. They had gone to the same state college, and he had seemed to discover her there for the first time. They had been in classes together. He had asked her out to a dance. She knew right away that she didn't love him, that she could never love him. But she liked him. She liked to talk to him, and she was fascinated by his maleness. For the first time in her life she seemed to really see a boy, to touch him, to smell him. And it awakened a femaleness in her that she had never known was there.
At the dances she loved to dance the old-fashioned slow dances with him in the dark. She loved to be encircled by his long, strong arms, his huge boney hands. She would press herself against him and smell his cologne and deeper down the smell of his male sweat. She clung to him and let her breasts be massaged against his hard chest. And she felt his arousal. The strange hardness between his legs, the great bulk of what he had in his pants. He pressed his cock against her belly and let her feel what she was doing to him. For the first time in her sheltered life she felt the dampness, the creamy heat that gathered in her cunt and made her want him more.
They kissed in his car, at first in the front seat, and at first she would not let him touch her breasts. Then when she did, she was sorry that she hadn't done it sooner. It felt so wonderful, his hands grasping and holding her, massaging more and more heat into her tits until she ached for release. He too needed release from the tension that was building inside him. His cock got hard in his pants. She could see how rigid it was, how big, how uncomfortable he was. He never mentioned it in so many words, but he let her feel his need, his hard-on against her thigh.
Then she touched it, her hands trembling at the size of it and its terrifying hardness. He had put his hand on top of hers and squeezed it around his hard cock while they kissed deeply. Then he had groaned and jerked in the seat beside her for a few seconds and then dropped his lips from hers to gasp for aft.
Naive as she was, she didn't know what had happened. She actually thought that he had been ill or something. He was very embarrassed at first and had turned away from her and had taken out his handkerchief.
"What is it? Are you all right?" she asked anxiously.
"I came in my pants," he muttered. "I've got to sop it up before it stains my trousers." She wondered if it were something like having an accident with your period. She was emboldened by curiosity.
"Let me see," she said.
"You want to?"
"Yes, let me help you."
He turned back toward her. His hand was inside his pants under his belt with the handkerchief. He unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. He opened them and pulled down his jockey shorts. There it was, so long and dark and threatening looking, like a snake running up his belly from between his legs. It wasn't as hard as it had been before, but it was still swollen and throbbing slightly with the beat of his pulse. The head of it was like a big mushroom and was covered with a glistening white liquid. She caught the sharp animal smell of freshly spilled jism.
She put out her hand and touched his cock. Some of the sticky stuff came off on her fingers and she raised them to her nose and smelled them. It was the most powerfully wonderful scent she had ever smelled. It seemed to waken some deeply hidden animal memory inside her body. She took the handkerchief and wiped the cum off his belly and off his long, thick cock. She sighed as she touched him. He said nothing, but she felt him stirring and stiffening again.
"Does that feel good?" she whispered.
"Yes, very good."
His cock swelled up harder and harder. In a few seconds his shaft was like iron, and the head was smooth and tight, shining like polished stone in the moonlight. She clutched the shaft, and he thrust his hips up from the seat in a sexy, sensuous movement.
"Are you going to do that again?" she asked in a hushed voice. Her eyes were wide with interest and delight.
"I am if you keep it up. Let me feel your tits," he murmured. Before she could say yes, he slipped his hands inside her blouse and into her bra. She leaned forward so he could reach back behind her and unhook her bra. He unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pushed her bra out of the way.
She felt his fingers on the bare flesh of her tits, then he leaned toward her and took one of her nipples between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. She suddenly shuddered with the intensity of the feeling. It was so wonderful, so sexy, so exciting. She put one hand up to touch her breast and his cheek and feel herself being drawn into his mouth where his tongue was lapping at her hard nipple.
With her other hand she jerked on his hard dong, yanking on it like she was going to tear it out by the roots. His hand went down around hers and guided her movements, showing her the stroke he liked on his rigid shaft. She curled her fingers around its hot hardness and rubbed them over the ridge of his cockhead at the end of each stroke as he was showing her how to do it.
His face was buried between her tits, licking and hotly sucking on the nipples when his ass came up off the seat, jogging in the air. She watched with utter fascination as the white streams of his fuck cream jetted out of the hole at the tip of his cock and landed in wet, sticky strings over the back of her hand and on his lean belly.
Again, he said nothing as she wiped him up. He fixed up his pants while she put her bra back on and buttoned her blouse. Then she suddenly asked him, "Richard! It won't make me pregnant, will it?" She really didn't know.
He snorted a short laugh. "No, it has to get up your cunt to do that."
"I, I don't want to get pregnant," she said.
He looked her straight in the eyes. "I'll make sure that you don't." They didn't have to say anything else.
On the next date, he drove her straight out into the woods far out in the country away from the campus. They got into the back seat, and he unfastened her bra right away. His hands and lips were soon on her breasts and stirring up the fire inside her body. She reached for his cock and felt it hard and throbbing inside his pants. She took it out and caressed it in the dark. It was so strange and powerful to her and still a little frightening. She had heard that it hurt when a man did it to a woman for the first time. She hoped that it wouldn't hurt too much. It had her so excited to see his urgent arousal, but there was still a corner of fear in her mind. The fear was covered up, if not extinguished, by the surges of passion that he was building up in her.
His hand went down to her knees and slid up her thigh. She trembled and clasped her legs together at first, then let him move his hand up toward her pussy. She was wet and creamy hot from the things he had been doing to her tits, but she astonished herself with the feelings that swept through her when he touched her cunt.
He was gentle, his fingers just running through her pussy hair and stroking her cunt lips. Then his fingertip touched her clit, and it stiffened immediately under his strokings. His touch was light, but it thrilled her as she had never been thrilled before. Her legs opened wide for him as he slipped his fingers under the band of her panties and dipped them directly into her creamy box.
His fingertips soaked in her cunt juice and wiped it up over her clit, making it throb more and more with each stroke. She was feeling something new, a heavy fullness in her lower belly and in her legs, like a warm pool of mercury was gathering there. It made her want more and more of what he was doing to her, but he stopped and reached up higher under her skirt for the waistband of her panties.
She lifted her ass up from the seat and let him pull her panties off. Then his hands between her legs became more insistent, kneading the flesh of the insides of her thighs, rubbing against her wet cunt and opening it for a finger which was going lower down, toward her cunt hole. He touched it, and she tightened up on him, squeezing it as tightly shut as she could.
He stopped and went back to stroking her clit again, and she relaxed. Then he took his hand away and pulled back from her. She lay panting on the seat while he took out his wallet and pulled out a square folder of metal foil. He tore the end of it off and pulled out a circle of something like a thick rubber band with a thin sheet of something stretched across the opening. It was wet with some kind of lubricant.
"What is that?" she said.
"A rubber to keep you from getting pregnant." He put the thing on the top of his dork and then unrolled it down over the head and shaft. It fit his swollen prong tightly, like a thin glove. When he had it rolled on, he pushed his pants and shorts down to his ankles and moved toward her.
"Don't hurt me, please, Richard," she whispered.
"I won't. You've never done it before, have you?"
"No," she said in a tiny whisper.
"It might hurt just a little bit at first the first time," he said. "I'll stop if you say so."
"All right."
He knelt up on the seat between her out-spread legs. His cock nodded stiffly from his belly like a club raised over her. He pulled her skirt up from under her ass and stuffed a towel under her. "So your dress won't get dirty," he muttered. It was for the blood, but he didn't tell her that.
He leaned down toward her with his hand on his hard cock and forced it down so that the rubber-covered head touched her clit. He stroked it gently back and forth, up and down her lips from her cunt hole to her clit. It was so hot, even through the rubber, and so thrillingly hard, that she began to pant for it, for its powerful touch.
She opened her legs still further and thrust her pussy up at him. Then in one smooth motion, he positioned the head at the mouth of her cunt and pushed it in before she realized what he was doing. She had been as relaxed as she ever was, but the pain still flashed over her body like the slash of a knife. The first pain was sharp and tearing as he forced her open and split her membrane, but that wasn't all. She felt terribly invaded, ripped and forced and violated. He was so big, and it hurt to have him inside there even just an inch or two. She stifled a shriek of pain and clutched him to make him stop.
"It hurts! Oh, Richard, you're hurting me bad! Stop it! Take it out!"
"Just relax, baby. I won't move it. Just relax."
"I'm bleeding, Richard! I can feel it! You hurt me! You tore me!"
"I know. It's just your cherry. Hold still. It's not serious. You'll be all right in a minute."
"Please! It's hurting me!"
His arm tightened on her shoulder. "I said it will be all right in a minute," he hissed.
She began to cry. He let go of her arm and wet his fingertips as mouth and slid his hand down between their bellies. His fingertips found her little clit and began to massage it very gently. He pulled out enough so that he could reach down with his lips and kiss her breasts again. He was very gentle but insistent.
Slowly her crying ceased, and she began to relax a little, but she didn't feel the pleasure that she had felt before. He thrust into her, more and more until she felt his hairy balls on her ass. His belly was pressing now on her clit, and the force of his big cock in her cunt was also pulling on her trigger from the inside. He began to pull out and thrust his shaft into her. The sharp pain had subsided, but she still felt raw where he tore her, and the pain was enough to keep her from being aroused as before. He went faster and faster, pulling and pushing at her sensitive cunt flesh until he began to moan.
"Oh, God, so fuckin' tight! Oh, Cindy, it feels so good, so fuckin' good. I'm fucking you. Does it feel good for you? Does it?"
"Yes, Richard," she lied. It wasn't a big lie. It did feel good some, but it hurt some too. His words were so thrilling to her, though. She was fucking. She was fucking this big, handsome boy with his big cock. That excited her more than what he was doing to her. "Oh, Richard, cum! Cum inside me! Cum in my cunt! Do it!"
"I'm cumming! Feel it! Can you feel me shooting? Oh, Christ!!"
She couldn't feel anything except a little rawness and the force of his thrusts, but she heaved her pussy up as he slammed down into her and jerked and writhed in passion on top of her body. Then it was over, and he was panting for breath on top of her, his weight forcing the air out of her. She still felt that heavy fullness in her belly, an aching for something that was even worse than the ache in her torn twat. She pushed him off her to get some air.
But he didn't leave her then. He pulled his softened prong out of her cunt and slipped down on the seat. He was kissing her belly, then, oh Jesus! he was kissing her pussy! His tongue dipped into it and licked the sore flesh, then lapped up over her clit, and the sexy fullness that she felt was increased enormously. It was so good, so astonishing, so unexpected. She had never thought of such a thing. His mouth, his tongue down there in her cunt! His tongue was rough one second and smooth the next. Her legs jerked up on each side of his head and her hands went impulsively to his thick hair. She laced her fingers into it and gasped, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She could find no words.
He licked her cunt and clit harder and harder, wiping the flat of his tongue over it and then tracing the tip around her clit. She found herself sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. She was tearing at his hair and thrusting her cunt up at him. All the pain was gone now. Now it was just something that was building inside her, pressing at her flesh until she thought she was going to explode, something so terribly wonderful.
Then she couldn't breathe! Her body started jerking, toes curling, fingers clenching as she grunted, then wailed the loud, long call of a woman in rut, in orgasm, in heaven. It all went up like fireworks – all the pleasure had been building up inside her went BANG! And she shuddered back down onto the seat like a balloon losing its air with each gasping grunt of her breath.
She was in the bathtub, and the water was slopping out onto the floor as she thrust her cunt up at the memory of Richard's tongue in her twat. Her soapy fingers frigged her clit as she relived the first orgasm of her life. She sank back into the warm water.
She had cum, but it wasn't the same. Nothing is ever the same as the first time anyway, but even now she felt only hornier than before. She was hot.
Hot from the water, the memories, the sultry air of the summer night, the thoughts of the three men in the house with her. Three men with cocks much bigger and better than Richard's had ever been. And Sam's eyes were so soft and tender and soulful.