The air tingled on Cindy's skin as she got out of the bathtub and dried her feverish body on the towel. She panted in the heat of the close room, and tiny beads of sweat began to moisten her clean body as fast as she could dry it. She felt trapped and smothered, so she opened the window and felt the warm, moon-silvered air sweep over her naked flesh.
She slipped on her nightgown, barely able to stand the touch of the thin cloth on her skin. She gathered up her things and went back silently to her room. She sat on the edge of the musty bed and wished that she could let the warm night air into her room. She might waken Sam by opening the blind. She wondered if he were asleep. She listened for the sound of his breathing, but she could hear nothing over the night noises from the insects outside. She sighed in longing.
Richard had been a very skilled and experienced lover. He had taught her his body and the working of hers, too. She had come to know just how to touch him and where, the especially tender spots right under the tip of the head of his cock, the backs of his balls, how he loved for her to stroke her fingernails back there, to cup her lip around the crest of his cock. She learned the secrets of her own body started on her journey with his knowledge but soon surpassed him.
Then she found out what a shit he really was. All that time telling her how much he loved her. She never believed him, of course, but she found out that he had proudly displayed the towel with her blood on it to his fraternity brothers. What an utter turd! She cut him off that day without even telling him what he had done to deserve it. There were other boys later, none as skilled as Richard had been, but at least they were more concerned with having fun than with proving what cocksmen they were to their male friends.
She sat on the side of the bed, dissatisfied and irritable with the annoying memory. She listened again for Sam's breathing. Everyone was asleep, she thought, I can go out on the porch and get a breath of fresh air. She got up and switched the light off and silently glided out into the house in the darkness.
The moonlight on the porch was as bright as day. She listened to the sounds of the bugs buzzing and humming outside the screens. She couldn't hear Sam. He must be very silent on his bed down at the end of the porch. She thought she would go down and take a look at him just to make sure that he was all right.
She tiptoed down the length of the porch to the old day bed outside her window. He was lying on it face down. The sheets were soiled and wrinkled, damp with the summer humidity. The top sheet covered the small of his back and most of his buttocks. She could see enough of the round cheeks of his ass to tell that he had no clothes on at all. The moonlight picked out the short delicate hairs that were just beginning to grow up his legs and over the hunks of his butt. His leg was pulled up a little, and she stepped to the end of the bed so she could see the heavy globes of his nuts sprawled out in their loose sac between his legs.
The pillow in its dingy case was clutched by his arms, and his face was thrust into it. She could just see the line of his jaw and the fuzzy beginnings of beard that were growing down from his sideburns, so delicately boyish. But she remembered the heavy length of his soft cock when he had come into the living room naked. There was nothing boyish about that! She couldn't see it now. It was trapped under his belly. His shoulders were so broad stretched out like that, but not yet bulky with the muscles of a grown man. He moaned and turned his head.
His lips were full and puffy with sleep. He worked his mouth, and his tongue came out and licked them. He moaned and grunted again. He was dreaming. She looked carefully at his eyes with their long, black lashes down on his cheeks. She could see his eyes moving under the lids in rapid twitches. He puffed out his lips and gripped the pillow tighter, pulling it to him, under his chest, and moving his ass up toward it.
Is he dreaming of me? she wondered. He was so handsome, lying there in his sleep, like a dream come true himself. He grunted a couple more times, little soft noises of urgency. His back arched up a little when he grunted and his hips twitched toward the pillow. He's going to have a wet dream, she thought, like Richard told me that boys have when they're too sexed up and need a fuck.
She shuddered all over as if from a chill, but it wasn't the night air that was bothering her. It was the sight of this boy and the fact that she was watching him in his sleep when be was totally unguarded, open to her gaze. She felt herself getting wet again, her clit beginning to throb with unsatisfied desire. Her knees felt a little weak, so she sat down very carefully on the corner of the bed, making sure that she didn't awaken him. She wanted to watch. She wanted to see his lust grip him in the dream.
As if he heard her desire, he rolled over suddenly with a groan and sucked in a deep breath. The sheet clung to him and pulled over with his hip. But not quite all the way off. His cock was hard, very hard, arching up from his belly like a flagpole. It was under the damp sheet, but she could see the shape and size of it. It throbbed slowly, jerking up and down a little over his belly with the slow, deep pulse of his heart. It was very, very big, an enormous cock to find on any man, much less a boy of his age. She was thrilled by it. She wanted it. At least she had to see it.
Her hand crept out and very, very gently took hold of the edge of the sheet and pulled it off him. It stuck to him some, glued to him by the pre-cum that was seeping out of the swollen head of his dong. His big balls were pulled up tight to the root of his dork, like two fat lemons in the darker crinkled skin that contrasted to the light tan of his legs and belly. Her fingers crept down between her legs and pressed against her pussy through the thin cloth of her nightgown. Her breasts stood high and tight against the confining fabric, the nipples erect and straining to burst free.
He kicked out with his feet, and one of them pushed against her warm thigh. She held still, but he opened his eyes. She saw glints of light in the darkness under his lashes. He looked at the ceiling, then at her. She put her shaky hand on his leg.
"Hello, Sam," she whispered.
He blinked at her.
"I heard you tossing around and came out to see if you were all right."
He blinked again, closed his eyes and then opened them again to stare at her. He was still deep in sleep. Then he seemed to become aware of her and the fact that his cock was lying naked and hard before her gaze. He pulled up on one elbow and pulled the sheet over himself, turning his hip so that his hard prong went out of sight. He was pale and uncertain, his eyes peering at her from under his lashes. His mind was still fuddled with sleep, and he didn't know what to make of the situation.
"I've been looking at you in your sleep," she said with a smile. "I hope you don't mind."
"Why do that when you…" his voice trailed off, leaving the thought unspoken.
"You're a very handsome boy," she said. "You are beautiful to see."
"Don't tease me," he muttered, and turned his eyes away from her.
Her hand stroked his leg where she had placed it. "I don't mean to tease you, Sam. I'm sorry if I made you unhappy."
"It's not your fault. It's mine, but please go away," he whispered, still not turning to look at her.
"I want to stay, Sam. Wouldn't you like me to stay with you?"
He turned slowly back to look at her. His eyes glittered like black diamonds. "You mean it?"
"Yes," she whispered. She hadn't intended to come here, to get into his bed. She had known him only hours, but it seemed like they had been lovers already, lovers separated by a foolish quarrel that was now behind them. Something about him gripped at her heart. And the powerful mixture of man and boy in him attracted her with an enchanting force. She wanted to touch him and feel him possessing her. She wanted to wipe out the unhappiness that was in his eyes and to see him in triumphant sexual passion shared with her. She wanted to enjoy him.
She stood up from the bed and unbuttoned her nightgown from throat to hem. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide down her body, standing naked and pale in the moonlight by his bed. For a long moment, she just stood there and felt the caress of his eyes traveling over her naked flesh. Her nipples were tight and hard and terribly sensitive in the night air. Her pussy was moist and soft, ready for him, eager for him to take her.
Then she lay down on the bed beside him, face to face. She put her hand out and drew his head to hers. His lips were as full and soft as her own. He kissed her clumsily, his lips pressed shut and his breath coming in rapid pants. She slipped her tongue between her lips and thrust it into his mouth. His mouth opened with a gasp, and her tongue shot in, rolling across his and tickling at the roof of his mouth. Then she invited him to come with her into her mouth, and sucked his tongue between her teeth.
His hands were roaming over her body at the same time, feeling the soft pillows of her tits and the warm, firm mounds of her womanly ass. She pushed the sheet off him and claimed his throbbing cock with her hand. He was so very hard and eager, dripping pre-cum and jerking in her grip. She moved her hand further down and cupped his balls in her fingers, rolling the heavy weights around in their bag and tracing the shaft of his prong back behind them. He was shaking and trembling with lust.
He reached for her pussy with his hot hands, but she pushed them away. "Easy, slowly," she said. "We have all night." Her lips were so close to his that they brushed together when she spoke. "Kiss my breasts," she murmured.
He attacked them like a ravenous child. His hands were rough and fumbling, and his lips sucked so hard on the points of her nipples that it was almost painful. She stroked the back of his head, and he became more gentle. His touch was inflaming her. His hard prong was pressed into the soft flesh of her belly, and be threw one leg over her so that he could get even closer to her to urge his need on her.
She raised her own leg under his and opened up her cunt to him. She reached down and took his hard tool in her hand. It was so large and so hard that she could hardly bend it. He slid down further in the bed so that his cockhead was up against her clit. She stroked herself with it, using his prong to frig herself and bring herself up to the level of lust that already gripped him.
His cock knob was as hard and smooth as glass and very slippery with the juice that he was pumping out and the cream that coated her cunt lips. She moved slowly, playing his cock over her twat like a blowtorch over soft metal. She softened and melted under his fire until she could hold off no longer. Her clit ached with the sex-need that had been building in her for hours.
She pushed his cockhead down to her cunt mouth and eased herself toward him. He responded too eagerly, thrusting his hips toward her, but she kept hold of his hot shaft and forced him to go slowly. She let him into her a bit at a time, parting her pussy with his spear, letting herself open up with bliss as he went in and in and in. She rocked her hips forward when he was all the way in and they were belly to belly, face to face. She pressed her clit against the root of his belly and frigged it on him while his giant fucker stretched her cunt as tight as it would go. He was so deeply inside her, filling her as she had never been filled before. She began to tremble and shake with the approach of her orgasm.
She clamped her pussy muscles on his dong and milked him with the sucking movements that she had learned to perform. His breath was ragged and harsh in her ear as he absorbed all that she was doing to him and striving to make him feel. His hands came up to her breasts and held them firmly. His ass began the movements of the old dance, pulling his prick out of her, and then ramming it back home again, thrusting so deeply into her that she felt all of the insides of her body stirred with him.
She kept her hips cocked so that her trigger was forced down tightly to the broad back of his shaft. He stroked her clit with each fucking thrust. She was wide open for him and wet. She squeezed her cunt muscles down on him as he pulled out and thrust her pussy back at him to meet his entering strokes. They were moving faster and faster now both of them letting go of all restraints and running together toward the climax that they would share.
"I'm cumming, Sam, fuck me harder, harder with your big cock, ram it, jam it into me, deeper, cumming, cam off with me, inside me, fuck your jism into me, oh, fuck me, fuck, now!!"
She gasped and shoved her twat at him, quivering as the crest of the wave broke and crashed over her, swirling and drowning her in hot passion. She clutched his head to her tits and thrilled as he clutched them back. His ass was slamming his prong into her in spasms of lust, lust as she was tightest on his shaft as she got off, she felt him swelling and jerking with the force of the flood of cum that he was pumping into her. She wasn't so much aware of it as she was of the perfect union of their climaxes. Their bodies melted and mingled in their orgasm, pussy twitching and squeezing on pulsing, gushing cock.
She let her leg down and his, put her hand on his ass and kept him in her. Her cunt was still twitching and nipping on his semi-hard prong. They lay quiet, kissing a little, but saying nothing to each other.
His mind spun slowly in a sleepy daze around and around the same thoughts.
The incredible body heat of her cunt was stiffening up Sam's cock, and he made it twitch and jump inside her as an indication that he was ready for more. She smiled and squeezed her cunt muscles on him.
"Let's do it another way this time," she whispered into his ear, blowing her warm breath in and making him shiver.
"Whatever you want, Miss Cindy," he panted.
She giggled. "I think you can call me just Cindy, don't you think?" She squeezed her pussy on him and ground her hips around in a circle, sucking and pulling on his hard prong.
"I love you, Cindy," he said.
"No, you don't. You don't even know me. You just want to fuck. I want to fuck, too. Let's just have fun together."
"I really do," he said, stroking her breasts and then kissing her taut nipples.
"Hush. Has Mary Lou ever sucked your big cock for you?" she asked him.
"Yeah, sure. She likes to do that a lot."
"I'll bet I can do it better!"
"Be my guest!" he chuckled.
She pushed him back on the bed and swung around over him so that her ass was over his head and her breasts were brushing against his flat, hard stomach. His prick had pulled out of her cunt with a sucking plop. It was plenty hard and covered with his jism and her cunt cream – just the way she liked to suck them best! She licked her tongue over the broad head like it was an ice-cream cone, gathering up the load from his big balls and the slippery goo from her box and swallowing it all down as if it were the tangiest gravy in town.
In a few minutes she had him as clean as a whistle and as horny, as a reindeer. His heavy shaft was pushing hard to lie up his belly, but she was forcing it to stand up straight so that she could admire the length and strength of it. Her hand was curled around his prong near the base, and her fingers could barely fit around it and touch on the other side.
She lapped it up and down, from the flaring crest to the cock hair gathered around the root, then she slipped the head of it into her mouth and ran her tongue round and around the crest until he began to hump his ass up off the bed in his eagerness to shoot off in her mouth.
She took a deep breath then and pressed the fat knob against the back of her throat. She pushed her head down on it gently to make sure that she had her gag reflex under control and then forced it past the narrows and into her throat. Once she had the end of it in, she pressed straight down and took him all the way in until her front teeth were on the loose skin of his nuts. Judging from his reactions, she was right in guessing that Mary Lou had never tried or mastered this trick. He was almost too thick for her to manage it though.
Her swallowing muscles were clamping and pulling on his hard dong and milking the cum right out of his balls. She stroked her head up and down on it, pulling it out every now and then to take a breath of air. Her hands were busy working on his churning balls and rubbing up and down the root of his dork behind his balls, stimulating him on to another orgasm.
He was thrashing around on the sheets in utter abandon, too wild to think of anything or do anything but concentrate on the fantastic feelings she was creating in his fucker. She was even tighter than her pussy had been, and the way her throat pulled on him and rippled up and down his mighty cock was driving him out of his mind.
She kept her fingers pressed to his cum tube at the base of his dong, feeling him getting harder and harder and starting the twitches that told her that he was getting ready to get his rocks off down her throat. When the first gush came pumping out of his balls and up the length of his pecker, she rammed him all the way in and twirled her head around to yank the cum out of him.
His hands were all over her, squeezing her ass and reaching for her tits as his hips bucked up off the bed and planted his fuck-rod as deeply into her as he could. His load was like a geyser going off, huge spurts of hot cum splashing into her throat and right down into her stomach. She squeezed gently on his nuts to get the last drops out of his cum and held him in her throat until she was getting dizzy from lack of breath, all the time working her throat muscles on his twitching tool. Finally she had to let him pull out of her to get some air. She sucked the air into her lungs and lapped at his tender fucker until each touch of her tongue was sending spasms of sensations through his body and he had to beg her to stop.
"Was I better?" she asked proudly.
"Oh, God! All Mary Lou ever does is hold my cock head in her mouth while she beats me off with her hands. She never did anything like that before. Jesus! How can you do that? It feels like you're eating my dong right off me!"
"It just takes a little practice."
"And I guess you've had lots of practice," he said thoughtlessly.
"I've had other boys before, Sam, but I don't go to bed with every boy I meet," she said quietly.
"Why did you come out here, Cindy? Why did you get in bed with me? I didn't think you would want to have anything to do with me from the way you acted down in the cellar."
"I don't know why, Sam. I guess nobody ever knows why. I just liked you, and I felt like it, and that was good enough reason for me. You don't expect every girl to pull up her skirt every time you walk by and got a hard-on, do you?"
"I don't know what to expect. You and Mary Lou are the only girls I ever fucked. It's hard to know what to do when that's your only experience."
Cindy smiled at his innocence and turned around to lie in the bed beside him. She ran her hand over his body, enjoying being able to touch him freely, anyway she wanted to. His little nipples stood up when she brushed her fingertips over them. His belly as a smooth hollow, and she could see the pulse of his heart right through his flesh. His cock was still halfway hard, wet with her spit on his belly, like a huge snake resting after eating a big meal.
"I've got to go back to my bed, Sam," she whispered sadly.
"Don't you want to stay here with me?"
"I've got to get a little sleep. I really am tired. And there is a lot of cleaning up to be done tomorrow."
"We don't have to fuck any more. I just want to lie next to you and touch you."
"I don't know if I could keep my hands off your cock if I were in bed with you much longer," she giggled. "I love to play with it."
"You'll come back, won't you? We can fuck some more?"
"Yes, Sam. There'll be lots more times. But I don't want you to talk about it or show that we've been to bed together in front of the others. I don't want your father and brother to think they can crawl into my bed for a fuck any time they feel like it."
"I won't. I can keep my mouth shut," he promised fervently.
At least I don't want them in my bed just yet, she thought as she kissed him good night and went back to her room.