Chapter 4

Cindy was hotter than the fires of hell when, at last, she crawled from the back seat of Myron's patrol car and sneaked into the house. Once again she congratulated herself on being able to hold out. Myron still thought she was an innocent virgin. He would soon marry her and declare to the world how virginal his little wife was on their wedding night.

"I want it to be right, Myron. I want to save it for our sweet wedding night," she had told him the ten millionth time.

And, in away, she would kind of a virgin on her wedding night. She didn't consider the fucking she had already done really losing her virginity.

She had gotten her little helper, as she called it, from her roommate at summer camp the year before. Her name was Leslie and she was just a preoccupied by sex as Cindy. But the other girl had done something about it.

The first night they had been together they talked into the wee hours of the morning about sex. It was the first time Cindy had ever been around anyone so open and it both excited and scared her.

Finally, Leslie announced that she was getting sleepy and said she was going to bed. As they continued to talk, Leslie began removing her clothes. Cindy became more uncomfortable the more Leslie disrobed because she wasn't used to allowing others, even other girls, to see her while she was undressing. She thought that, perhaps, Leslie would strip down to her bra and panties and then go into the bathroom where she would change into her nightgown.

But she didn't.

Leslie kept taking off her clothes and gave no indication that she was about to go into the bathroom or even cover herself.

Cindy tensed as the other girl unhooked her bra and slid it from her shoulders. Leslie stood bare-breasted in front of Cindy as though she was totally clothed. She had no shame over her naked body.

Cindy tried not to stare at Leslie's firm tits, she tried to keep her gaze riveted to Leslie's eyes, but she couldn't. Whenever Leslie spoke directly to her, Cindy looked her in the eye, but as Leslie moved around the room, Cindy couldn't help looking at the other girl's magnificent breasts.

She found herself hoping that Leslie would take off her panties, too, so Cindy could see the other girl's pussy and compare it with her own. She hardly believed that she would.

But Leslie did, and stood entirely nude in front Cindy's feasting eyes. Leslie smiled at her as she ran her hands sensuously over her own body, obviously enjoying the feel of her own hands. They lingered at her tits which she gently massaged.

"There's lots of things you have to get used to when you worn with someone," Leslie said softly. "I think we'll be great together. Let's be honest right off the start. I like to fuck with myself. . . you know, masturbate my pussy."

"That's okay," Cindy replied. "I use my fingers sometimes myself when I'm out with my boyfriend first and come home all worked up."

"Great," Leslie said. "I had a roommate last summer who didn't dig it. She thought it was dirty or something. You can use my dildo if you want to."

"Your what?" Cindy asked.

"My dildo. My little helper. Haven't you ever used one before, Cindy?"

"No. Is it good?"

"It's the closest thing to a man you can get. It's electric and it vibrates inside your pussy. I can see I've got a lot to teach you. You're going to get more of an education this summer than you thought."

And she certainly did.

Cindy took her clothes off and ran a hot bath.

While she was in the tub she thought of the vibrator, waiting for her in its secret biding place. She bathed very slowly. She liked to prolong the anticipation as long as she could.

Then she lifted herself gingerly from the tub and sat at her dressing table, fresh from the bath. She powdered her lovely white body. And what a body it was. Tall, slender, yet exciting in its plunging curves and hollows. Cindy was as tall as many men. But constructed like the complete woman, the kind of woman all men dream about in their wildest sex fantasies.

She rose from the dressing table and, robe flowing, she glided to the full length mirror on the closet door across from her bed.

She smiled as she peered at herself admiringly. Yes, she was spectacular. Nordic with her dazzling blonde hair that nobody in town could believe was really her true color. Aloof with her ice-blue Viking eyes that dared any man to touch her. Stunning with her heavy tits, thin waist, curving hips and long, long legs that would some day wrap and close around a man and urge the sex out of him. Her stride, when she moved, was graceful with a smooth, sensuous roll to her ass and hips.

Passion! Sex! Desire!

Cindy knew she had these weaknesses. She only hoped to control them until she had that ring on her finger. The last thing she wanted to do was give in to Myron and allow him to possibly lose interest in her before they were married.

Slowly, she parted her negligee and revealed her body to the mirror from head to toe. She was, she admitted, proud of her beautiful body, the body that some day would give her everything out of life that she wanted.

Look at those breasts, she thought. Heavy, yet firm and high, creamy white and tipped with red points like huge, dark, mounds of enticing lust. Her shoulders were firm, square, yet capable of turning to melted butter when a man put his arms around them. Her ribs poked excitingly against the flawless skin below her tits, pointing like arrows to her navel. Her sweet indentation was set in the taut pillow of her belly. It led the way to her crotch, where the final truth about her blonde hair was revealed.

Somewhere under that mm of blonde fur lay her cunt, where all her tension sat in seething patience.

She paused and looked into the mirror again. Opening the gown, she placed her thumbs on her nipples and worked them in tiny circles. At once the puckered pink skin began to stiffen and in seconds her nipples had opened their buds. They popped out, stiff. They were tingling and eager for a man's touch.

Her fingers slid down over her ribs and she touched, lightly, the furry mound that covered her cunt. It, too, was alive and jumping with eagerness. Her breathing seemed heavier. She was up-tight just from anticipating.

She whirled from the mirror and dropped her negligee to the carpet. She danced to the bed.

She thought about what a shame it was that virtue couldn't feel as good as having Myron suck her clit. She toyed with the idea of becoming completely the way she secretly wanted, to be and having sex with every boy whom she thought attractive. But she pushed it out of her mind until after she was married. When she was married, then she would slowly convince Myron that they should have sex with other couples. Then, and only then, would she have all the sex she so desperately needed and wanted.

She reached under the bed and took the electric instrument from its hiding place. Carefully and slowly she unwrapped it. She smelled it. It still had just a touch of the pungent odor from her cunt on it from the last time she had fucked herself with it. She ran it slowly in and out of her mouth sucking the remnants of her juices from its rubbery stalk.

She began by spreading her legs and lightly rubbing her clit. That familiar, wonderful feeling was soon moving in waves from her sensitive organ outward over her entire body the same way a rock creates ripples in still water.

As she lay there on the bed, her eyes half-closed, her back slightly arched while she fondled herself, she thought of a man, of his cock. She could feel her juices dripping on her fingers as they played sensuously on her heated, oozing, cuntlips.

As the voluptuous feelings grew, Cindy wanted another body on top of hers. She wanted an erect, hard cock shoving into her, pumping hard into her pussy. She craved the feeling of Myron's belly slapping against hers as he worked his hard prick in and out of her clasping cunt.

She grabbed the vibrator, placed the pointed end against her cuntal opening, and slowly pressed it into her. At first it hurt. It always did. But soon, the farther she shoved it in and the wider she was stretched, it felt better and better. In fact, by the time it was halfway inside her heated cunt, it felt exquisite.

When it was all the way in and she could feel the swell fill her insides, she pulled it almost all the way out and placed the tip along her slit and on her clitoris. Then she pushed it back in again, enjoying every inch of its entrance.

Her pace quickened so that she was plunging in and out of herself faster and faster. She wiggled her hips more excitedly. She wanted desperately for it to be Myron's cock, or any cock, just a hard cock.

But that would come, she told herself.

As she worked the dildo between her legs, she fondled her tits with her free hand. She was moaning and gasping and desiring.

Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. She switched on the vibrator, its soft humming noise filling the worn and the pleasurable ripples driving her into a frenzy. He didn't even have to move the vibrator in and out any longer. It worked by itself. She took her hand away and brought it to her tits so that both hands were feeling her breasts while the vibrator shook her clit and cuntal walls and she bucked her hips ma wild sexual movement.

She thought she would explode with pleasure. The vibrator was driving the intensely enjoyable sensations deeper and deeper inside her cunt until she was moving spastically on the bed, her body almost completely out of control. The feelings were overwhelming her, taking hold of her nerves and twisting them this way and that until they suddenly catapulted her into a state of pure, intense pleasure.

"I hope," she groaned aloud as she came violently on the vibrator, "oh, I hope I can wait but I don't think I will be able to, I can't I want a cock . . . Ohhh, I want a cock so bad so very fucking bad!"

Lauren Laird had parked his car a half-mile from the top of the ridge. He could hear the shouting and see the dim outline of the camp fires against the skyline ridge.

He walked, huffing and puffing his overweight body up the hill toward the light, until he could see the clearing. Then he crouched and crawled the rest of the way. At last he was there. He took up a vantage point in a clump of trees directly adjacent to the clearing.

"Dirty, filthy," he whispered aloud to himself. "Rotten bunch of sex maniac kids."

He could look directly down into the clearing and see the cavorting naked bodies. Several of them were fucking in twos, threes, and even fours.

They were all in open view by the light of the many fires. As he watched the young, writhing bodies, his hand crept to his own crotch. Sweat broke out on his forehead as the orgy got into high gear.

Soon he was on his knees with his cock, hard and ready, in his hand. He fisted it wildly as he watched the other cocks flying in and out of mouths, asses, and cunts.

Jesus, he thought, some of those big-titted girls are beautiful. How he'd like to throw a dick into some of that young stuff.

Lauren was about to come when a large, heavy hand dropped on his shoulder from behind. He swiveled his head in fear and looked up at a giant of a man standing stark naked above him. Beside the man stood a young girl with a beautiful, naked body.

"Well shit-fire, man. Now what, we got heft,"

said the giant. -

"I don't know, Tiny honey." said the girl. "But he's jes poundin' the piss out of his lit' pud."

"Damn it, Jessica, we can't-not right here in the damn jail!"

"The hell we can't, Myron, lover. Orin's so damn drunk he'll never wake up 'til morning and there's a cot in that empty cell right there."

"No... it ain't right. Besides, I better go up on the hilt and check out that motorcycle gang! Lauren could be in trouble up there."

"Shit," Jessica said, advancing toward him. "He's probably up there gettin' his jollies watching all those young kids fuck."

He was gulping as she went to him and began to loosen his necktie. Then she was unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his pants. She loosened his belt and slid his fly open. His pants dropped to his knees and his shirt flopped away from his chest. She could count his ribs, even in the semi-darkness. But she knew what was in his pants.

She jerked them to his ankles and shoved the shirt over his shoulders, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth. She mashed his lips back and allowed her tongue to dart into his throat He was gurgling and gagging and completely dominated. That was how she wanted it. She wanted what sex Myron could yield, but she also wanted him to depend on her for his pleasure. She hated that Cindy and she would show him what a phony she was.

He gasped for air. "Jesus Christ!"

"Shut up," she hissed.

Her hands slipped from his shoulders, down the front of his body and cupped his cock. She grasped his cock and balls in her palms, closing her hands over them like they were her slaves. He gasped again, staggering until she thought he would fall to the floor.

"Oh, Christ, Jessica!"

"I said keep quiet."

"You said yourself," he cried, the sweat popping out on his forehead, "nobody can hear."

She massaged his balls and then circled his prick with her thumb and forefinger. She reached far between his trembling thighs and raked the crack of his ass with her nails. He was wheezing as she asked and pumped at the same time.

Then he was falling forward to bury his face in her full tits. He was between them, like a child tucked among two comforters, sucking in her sexual warmth. He sucked a nipple as she stroked the back of his head. Then he fell to his knees and she pulled his face into her crotch.

His mouth was open and she felt his lips and ten his teeth probing through her moist cunt hairs until he was nibbling on her wet cuntlips. She gritted her teeth and raised her face toward heaven.

"What ecstasy! Suck my cunt, Myron," she said. "I love it! I need id Suck, my lover, suck my sweet, wet pussy!"

He plunged on, his tongue lapping, shoving into her and, at the same time, she continued to pump his cock. It was throbbing and she knew he was going to get it off soon.

Crazy, Myron told himself. This was crazy. Racking the mayor's wife right in the jail.

But he couldn't help it. -Cindy, as usual, had gotten him all steamed up and then left him with an aching hard-on. And Jessica was beautiful, and she was ready, and she really did know how to fuck and satisfy a man, and she was there, right there at the edge of his tongue.

"Let's go into the cell," she said, pulling him along by the cock. "I want you in me, Myron. Jesus that's all I've thought about all day-getting your meat inside my cunt."

As she retreated to the cot he followed, kneeling between her legs, his cock pointing like a hot lance. He rammed it at her sucking pussy and it shot inside easily.

She locked her ankles and they began to fuck. Faster and faster they pumped, grunting softly in the semidarkness.

As he worked over her heated body, he swelled even more in her cunt. Then she could feel, the smooth sliding that told her he was getting the right stimulation as well.

"Almost, baby," she cooed. "Close . . . very close." She could feel her first orgasm coming on. She was on the edge of a giant come.

Myron was with it now. All thoughts of her husband had gone. Once again he also forgot Cindy, his job, the sleeping drunk, and where they were, as his cock dipped in the unbelievable sweetness of Jessica's talented, mature cunt. He now rode her strongly, filling this luscious woman with joy.

She was hardly still as she met his charge. She used a fuck rhythm she'd never employed before, fighting his body with hers, welcoming his pounding cock.

Their bodies came together in loud, splatting sounds as they melted further and further into the cot. The walls of her cunt became a velvety fist about his driving shaft. They squeezed it and milked it. Each time that he plunged down into her, she met the charge, rising up high, grinding her ass, stiffening her thighs, holding him high up above her body.

"Ohhhhhh, baby, that man of yours, that fat cocksucker, is he an idiot. What a wonderful piece of tail you are, lie's crazy not to fuck you all the time," Myron gasped.

"I can fuck, can't I? Do I please you?" "You know it," Myron gasped. "Your ass... ohh, your ass, how it revolves." "Are you coming?" she rasped. He grunted. "Yeah... I'm coming." She was coming, too. Together they were tightening their loins and then she raked her nails across his back as the ripping feeling in her womb started.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he wailed, time after time.

She could feel his jizz oozing into her in rapid spurts. She felt her walls convulsing around his firm prick, milking it as though there were hands along her cuntal channel.

In a few seconds it was all over and he lay atop her, spent, perspiring, the sweat dripping from the point of his chin to her lips. She turned her face to one side to escape the salty stream.

Her voice was clogged with passion as she whispered to him. "What?" he said. Jessica whispered again, but be couldn't hear her. He put his head close to hers. "I can't hear you."

The voice was gaunt and faint. "I said I want you to fuck me again, Myron. Now, right now, again. Oh shit, I need it!"

He looked down, His prick dangled forlornly. He knew he couldn't get it up again right away, no matter how he tried. "It won't," he said.

"It must. I must. We must!"

He dropped back to the cot She moved like a woman returning from the dead. She pressed his cock between her huge, heaving tits. She massaged his cock with the sweat from between her tits.

Now, as if on command, his cock took shape, going up and dipping down, extending, enlarging, rising.

"Wonderful," she cooed, "ohhh, wonderful, Myron, get it up for me! For my curd!"

Tall, curved and supple, she moved lithely above him in the darkness. Her eyes were bright, like an animal's.

Myron stroked her slowly, passing his hands over her awesome ass. He slid his stiffened fingers between her lush thighs and rested his head on her cushiony tits.

He licked each sphere, teasing the pink nipples with his tongue and teeth. Her breathing became harsh. She gripped his shoulders, digging her sharp nails into the flesh. At first slowly, then more rapidly, her hips began to weave from side to side.

She became aware of his cock and told him that it was like a length of hat hose smacking against her leg. A sob erupted from her open mouth. Her stomach convulsed as his hands gripped her ass, spreading each curving cheek apart.

It was wonderful, she told him, to have a real man, with a real cock, that stood up, hard, in desire for her pussy. In the cell's dim light her hair was glossy as she knelt to massage his prick. She held fast the shaft and applied her tongue. She laved the barrel, wetting it with spit and murmuring her love for it low in her throat.

Then he slid beneath her, once again wild for the warm sheath of her pussy over his cock. She wanted to dominate him. And, it was obvious that he wanted her to. He allowed her to take all the initiative.

He wrapped his arms about her neck, entwined his legs around her hips, and sighed.

"Sink down, baby. It's all waiting for you, all this prick wants tour cunt."

His prick was an enormous, pulsing hunk of fuck-flesh as it wavered just under her seeping cunt. She sank down on it, feeling it pushing solidly into her cuntal opening, widening it, rubbing her to more desire and sexual delirium. It probed farther and farther into the hot, humid cavity of her cunt. Then their groins met, their bellies stuck and they both fucked with joy.

She rose and fell, his cock driving her crazy. The shaft, now well lubricated again, pulled out and penetrated again, becoming a fleshy auger drilling her to ecstasy.

"Let me know when you're ready," he said.

"I'm ready right now," she replied, "but I don't wanna come yet. I want this one to last."

The slit was gaping, making his drives up into her cunt easier. Jessica strained her legs, rising as he went all the way in and, as their bodies smacked together, she flung herself harder against him.

Her orgasm was imminent. So was his.

"Come! Come, Jessica! Come with me! I can't hold it back much longer."

"No!" she shouted. "I want to fuck all night!"

"We can't."

"Yes! Yes, oh, do it, screw me, fuck me harder, oh, shit.. .dammit, I knew it.. .I am going to come!"

"Now?"

"I promised myself! I can't hold back! Oh, dammit!"

"Then come, Jesse. Don't tight it! Come!"

"Please don't move up and down so fast, please, darling! Rest a bit, please. I want to make it last longer. Please!" she begged.

"Are you flowing? Huh, tell me?" he demanded.

"Yes! I can feel it starting! Oh, shit it feels good, your cock, my cunt."

"Are you losing your mind, baby?"

"Yes! Yes! It's been lost."

Jessica's tits were rolling about in front of his face. It spurred his own passion. Myron leaned upward. His mouth went sliding over the tantalizing flesh. His tongue speared down the shadowy cleft dividing the sumptuous globes. There was perfume there, the perfume of lust, and perspiration and bits of his previous cum. He sucked it all up.

"Beautiful tits," he growled. "Beautiful!" He gripped the gigantic breasts and seemed to try and tear them from her body.

Jessica screamed.

He disregarded the scream. He squeezed and squeezed until she cried. Tears tickled from her eyes. The second that his hands left them, the once-mashed tits sprang right back into shape. Her body tossed about pliantly, almost seeming to be without bones. He could smell the heat of her come rising from her sopping hole.

Jessica came, in great searing waves.

Her tits heaved in cadence to her spasming, the opening and closing of her well-muscled thighs, the hammering of her ass, the arching of her back. As the last bit of her climax surged through her, she went into a final series of writhing exertions.

Myron shot with her, scalding the inner reaches of her pussy with his hot cum.

She lay back, her part of the fuck over. She let him knock himself out. He pumped out his jizz. His orgasm was a maddening thing and heat went along the quivering length of her cunt. She was battered to near unconsciousness before he quit. What a fucker he is, she thought.

Then, he rolled off her, falling to the floor.

"Oh Jesus, I think I'm dead," he said.

"Now you can go, Myron," she cooed. "You can go up on the ridge and get my fat husband. You can even tell him his wife has just been fucked. . . beautifully fucked!"