Chapter 2
Cindy sat in a brown-leather easy chair in the living room, her bare legs crossed self-consciously. She could still smell her cunt, and she was sure that Mr. and Mrs. Kent, seated on the couch across the room from her, could smell it, too. Mr. Kent's leer walked all over her body, taking in her bare legs and feet, moving up to her tits. Cindy was sure her dark tit-cherries were visible to him through the thin white cotton of her T-shirt.
Tina stamped her little bare feet and tugged at Cindy. She wouldn't stop moving. "Come on," Tina whined. "Let's go out and play."
"Tina, behave!" her mother snapped.
"But I wanna go out and play!"
"You'll have plenty of time to play after we leave," Gloria Kent said. She picked up a pack of Kools and tapped one out, lighting it. The woman appeared well-dressed and dignified now, so different from the grunting, cocksucking slut Cindy had watched perform only ten minutes ago.
"How about a beer, Cindy?" Herb Kent said.
Gloria threw a quick glare his way. "Herb, you know she's not old enough to drink. What do you wanna do, get us arrested for giving alcohol to a minor?" She looked back at Cindy, shaking her head. "You'll have to excuse my husband, darling. Sometimes he just doesn't think."
Herb grinned at Cindy, rolling his eyes.
"I drink root beer," Tina announced. "Why can't Cindy drink beer?"
"Go outside and play," Gloria said. "Cindy will be out in a little while."
"Why can't she come now?"
"Because Mommy's got to talk to her before Mommy leaves. Now, out!"
Tina trudged out of the living room, complaining to herself.
Gloria smiled, blowing out a small puff of smoke. "Can you be here every day at three, dear? Herb must leave for work by three-fifteen at the latest. He'll drive you home by midnight at the latest, depending on when he gets home from work."
Cindy nodded. "I can get myself home, though," she said. "I've got my bike."
"In the dark?" Gloria said, frowning. "Don't be silly. Miami is no place for a young girl like you to be out alone at night. It would be suicide, darling, absolute suicide."
As much as Cindy disliked the idea of being driven home every night by Herb Kent, whom she was beginning to regard as a big sweaty bear, she had to agree with Gloria that riding the streets of Coconut Grove and Miami on her bike at night would be dangerous, especially for a young, scantily dressed teenaged girl. It was settled then.
Whoopy! Cindy thought glumly, wishing there was some way she could get out of this mess altogether. She didn't look forward to spending eight or nine hours a day for the next week with a hyperactive brat, nor to riding home every night with Herb. She didn't like the way he kept looking her up and down, as if she were a juicy steak or something. Besides, she was still shook up from what she'd witnessed through the bedroom window.
But taking care of Tina turned out to be less of a chore than Cindy had expected. For one thing, she was able to get in a little sunbathing. Tina's sandbox and an outdoor doll house were out in the sunshine near the brilliant blue-green waters of Biscayne Bay. Much to Cindy's surprise, the Kent property bordered on the bay. Stepping out of the jungle-like growth of the backyard, she was delighted to see a private sandy beach. Sailboats bobbed on the water like gulls a long way out, but except for them, there was no evidence of other people around. After playing some token catch with a beach ball with Tina, and after inspecting the small girl's doll house and dolls, Cindy spread out a blanket and stretched out under the sun. Tina muttered and sang to herself, apparently content to play by herself. After beginning to sweat in her clothes, Cindy dared slip off her T-shirt and bare her tits to the sun. She removed her shorts, too, leaving only her panties on.
After a short time, Tina looked up. "Mommy takes everything off. How come you don't take everything off?"
With a shrug, Cindy peeled off her panties, feeling absolutely wicked. She'd never dared do anything like this before, sunbathing perfectly nude. She stretched out again, letting the sunshine and breeze lick all over her naked skin. Tina paid her no attention, apparently used to seeing her own mother sunbathing in the raw.
Maybe Florida wasn't so bad after all, Cindy mused. Maybe Florida people enjoyed life in ways Vermonters didn't. She spread her legs, feeling her pussy lips part, feeling the breeze lick up and down her moist cunt-slit like a nimble tongue. Before long, she was napping.
Tina woke her sometime later, complaining that she was hungry. Up at the house, Cindy fed the girl a hamburger, fries, and a large bottle of Pepsi. They watched TV then until the sun was setting and the house was dark inside. Tina fell asleep, and Cindy took her upstairs to bed, marching the half-awake girl like a zombie.
This wasn't such a bad job after all, Cindy thought as she undressed the girl and threw a sheet over her. Not bad at all. Now, with the brat asleep, she'd even have time to practice some of her gymnastics exercises in private. Things were working out quite well.
Downstairs in the living room again, Cindy debated whether to clean up the supper dishes, which were scattered around the living room, or to practice her gymnastics first. She decided that the dishes could wait. She'd better do a little stretching before she got too tired.
Moving the coffee table out of, the way, she stood in the middle of the room and did a few twists to loosen up. She bent over at the waist, keeping her lower back flat, and placed her palms flat on the floor. Leaning over farther, her long blonde hair hanging down and piling up on the carpet, she managed to touch her chin to her knees. She was amazed at how loose she was already.
She began sinking down into a full split and immediately realized she was going to rip the crotch of her shorts apart. Straightening up again, she wiggled out of the pink shorts, leaving only her tiny bikini panties covering her pussy and half her ass. She felt sexy, standing here in a strange living room in nothing but her panties and a thin T-shirt, and she was aware of her pussy lips and tits swelling slightly as she became excited.
"Down, girl," she said aloud, and sank easily to a full split, her smooth legs forming a perfect line, her toes pointed.
Balanced on her heels, the undersides of her legs, and her crotch, she sat perfectly upright, stretching her back and neck, lifting her tits high. She turned her head from side to side to loosen up her neck a little, then began swaying from side to side at the hips. She felt a pleasant stretch in her spine and along the insides of her legs. She was wonderfully loose and relaxed.
She leaned forward then, until her belly, tits, and chin were resting on the floor. Her legs maintained their perfect line. Her toes remained pointed. The ease of her stretching surprised her.
"Who are you?"
Had she not been so loose, Cindy would have strained or torn a half-dozen muscles as she sat bolt upright, her heart slamming with shock at the sound of the sudden voice. Breathless, she stared up at a wild-looking boy who had planted himself in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.
"I'm the babysitter," she answered. "Cindy Smith. Who are you?"
"Bobby Kent," the boy said. "I just live here, if you wanna know." He stepped into the room, his bare feet filthy with black grime, his bare torso and legs tanned almost as dark. His mop of sun-bleached hair, which stood out in all directions, looked as if it had never been combed or washed, as if the winds of a hurricane had snarled it. The short, tight denim shorts he wore looked almost as old as he was, and full of holes.
He stood about a foot in front of her, staring down at the top of her head. He smelled like a combination boy's locker room and barn. "What ya doing?"
"Stretching," Cindy said. "I'm a gymnast."
"I thought you were kissing the floor," the boy said. "It looked real dumb."
Cindy placed both hands on the floor and pushed herself up until she could get her feet flat on the floor and resume a standing position. She found herself face-to-face with the boy. They were identical in height, about five feet. The kid had freckles on his nose, which appeared to crawl like small brown bugs as he wrinkled it. His breath smelled of some kind of sickeningly sweet chewing gum or candy, a grape flavor.
"Have you eaten yet?" Cindy asked for lack of something better to say. She forced a smile.
"Yeah, I ate. What ya think I am, a baby or something? I can take care of myself. You ain't babysitting for me. Just don't go thinking you are."
"Right," Cindy said with a nervous laugh. She backed away from the boy, stepping on a plate containing Tina's half-eaten hamburger, and she fell on the couch behind her with a yelp.
The boy laughed. "That was real dumb."
Cindy exhaled, her heart pounding. She'd thought she'd stepped on a rat. "Look, why don't you-"
"Wanna get crazy?" the kid cut in. He dug in his pocket, then produced a book of matches and, a tiny stub of a home-rolled cigarette. He popped the stub in his mouth and lit it.
"No, thank you," Cindy said, shocked that the boy would smoke in his own house, shocked that a boy his age would smoke to begin with. Back in her hometown in Vermont, such a thing would be unimaginable.
The kid pursed his lips, sucking in smoke and holding it in his lungs. He exhaled with a giggle. "You don't know what you're missing, cunt."
Cindy couldn't hide her surprise at being addressed with such a word. He had probably leaned it from his parents, she thought, remembering the disgusting way Gloria and Herb Kent had spoken to each other in bed this afternoon.
The boy sucked on his sloppy cigarette stub until he managed to burn both his fingers and lips. Cursing, he let the glowing bit of paper drop to the carpet, then ground it out with his bare heel, cursing some more as he seared his foot. Then he looked at Cindy. His gaze fell between her spread legs, and he jerked back comically.
"Hey, you ain't wearing pants. You just got your panties on. How come?"
Cindy wanted to clamp her legs together, but she didn't want to give the boy the satisfaction of knowing he was shaking her up: She kept her legs spread, her face flushing with hot embarrassment as she displayed her crotch to the gawking kid. She was sure some of her blonde pussy hairs were visible to the boy, curled out around the edges of her panty crotch.
"I don't have any leotards here," she said. "I can't exercise in my shorts because they're too tight."
The kid giggled. "Too tight, huh?"
"Yes, too tight." She didn't know what the boy was insinuating by his question, but whatever it was, she was sure she didn't like it.
The boy's hand suddenly moved to his crotch and he began to rub the swollen mass in his shorts. "You were rubbing your pussy on the floor, weren't ya, when I came in? You were rubbing it on the floor and trying to get off, weren't ya?" He leered at her with big white teeth.
Cindy was speechless. After a few moments she managed to mutter, "You're crazy." She couldn't look at the boy. Instead, her eyes were focused on his shameless brown hand as he rubbed his cock through his pants.
"I ain't crazy," he said. "I'm horny. I'm always horny. Know what I like to do best? I like to lick pussy." He stumbled to her, dropping down on his knees between her legs. Before she could react in any way, he was biting at her pussy, right through the material of her panties.
Cindy moaned as a rush of tingles gnawed through her cunt, arched up gasping as the boy's electric teeth sank into her swelling pussy lips. "Don't," she mumbled, pushing at the boy's head. "Oh, don't!"
The boy pulled the moist crotch aside, exposing her cunt to his naked tongue. "Mmm, yummy!" He licked up and down her cunt, prying her pussy lips apart with his grubby little fingers. His hot tongue slithered up and down, licking deep between her pussy lips, working its way into her juicy cunt hole.
Cindy squirmed on the couch, gasping, her heart hammering. Fuck-tingles streamed through her body. She moaned loudly, unable to stifle herself. She draped one naked leg over the boy's shoulder, rubbing her foot up and down his hot back, digging into his flesh with her toes. She was surprised at how padded with muscle his back was, little shrimp that he was.
Suddenly the boy was tugging at her panties, trying to pull them off. Her ass rose off the couch automatically, allowing the boy to peel the panties off her ass. As the panties were pulled down her legs, Cindy felt wickedly excited and terribly naked. She'd never been bare-assed in front of a male before. As the panties, were flicked off over her toes, she clamped her legs together, overcome by a sense of shame and vulnerability. Her thighs slipped together, slick with pussy cream. She was disgustingly wet between her legs.
"Spread 'em!" the boy muttered, frantically trying to tug her legs apart, gouging her thighs with his dirty fingernails. "I ain't done eating yet." He rammed his freckled nose into her cunt-bush, twisting his head, biting, tugging at her thighs until they seemed to spread of their own will. "Mnnnnn, mmmmmm!" He mashed his mouth on her naked cunt, sucking up mouthfuls of hairy, dripping cunt meat, chewing on it, slurping and sucking, guzzling her tart female juices.
Cindy slumped against the back of the couch, twisting her head from side to side. Her tits heaved. She kept arching up and grunting as the boy's teeth or tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Pussy!" he muttered. "Hot pussy!" His lips sank between her pussy lips, fastening between them like a leech. He sucked as if he wanted to turn her cunt inside out.
Her cunt contracted, spurting juice. He smacked his lips, swallowing greedily. His tongue wriggled up inside her like a snake. Tingles flooded Cindy's cunt hole and asshole. She clamped his head between her thighs, rubbed her crotch in his face and ran the hot soles of her bare feet up and down his back.
It felt so good! She couldn't believe how good it felt. Even her best jack-off session of all time hadn't felt this good. Nothing she'd ever experienced could compare with it.
"Ohhh, please!" she moaned, arching up, driving her crotch in the boy's mouth, writhing against the back of the couch. It was almost more than she could stand. She didn't know whether she wanted the boy to stop or to go on licking and eating her out forever. It felt as if needles were jabbing her nipples and toes. Her clit was so hard, it was surely going to split. The juice was pouring out of her, and the boy sounded like a pig at the trough as he munched her pussymeat and sucked up her cream.
Cindy buried her fingers in the boy's thick hair, getting a grip on it, winding her fingers in it. She held the boy's head tightly and humped at his face, fucking his face the way she sometimes fucked her hand or a pillow she had clamped between her legs. The boy growled, chewing at her pussy like a dog as she ground her slimy crotch at his mouth. His tongue shot inside her, pistoning, twisting, turning her sensitive cunt meat to a seething, quivering mass.
"Oh, God, that's so good!" Cindy whimpered. "It feels so good." Gazing down, she caught sight of the boy's jerking right arm.
Bending her Head further forward, she saw his brown fist wrapped around his swollen cock, jerking it off. The boy's prickhead was glossy and purple. A thick clear fluid oozed from his piss hole, getting his prickhead and hand greasy. Cindy imagined she could smell the boy's cock. Reaching down, she dipped her finger into the boy's fuck lube, rimming the edges of his open pisshole with her fingertip. She raised her hand to her lips then and tasted the boy's cock-fluid. It was warm, thick, and slightly salty. She couldn't believe she had actually tasted it. The fuck-tension in her loins reached maddening levels.
"I wanna come," she moaned. "Suck me off, ohhhhhh, baby!"
The boy jerked his head up and down, driving his stiff tongue in and out of her clutching pussy hole. Pussy cream dripped from his nose and chin. Her jerked his hand up and down his cock to the same rhythm as his tongue-fucking. As his lips mashed Cindy's fuck hole again and again, he sucked fiercely, munching her dripping cunt flesh, eating her out. His tongue corkscrewed deep inside her.
"Ohhh, yesss, ohhhh, yessss!" Cindy whimpered as currents of electrical fuck-sensation whirled through her humping teenaged loins. "Eat meeee, ohhhhh eat meeeee!"
The boy growled, cooed and moaned, sucking her pussy, biting it, licking it out. His tongue jabbed at the tender folds of her cunt-walls, making her eyes roll. Digging her fingernails into his scalp, Cindy churned her crotch at the boy's mouth, breathless from her frantic humping, dizzy with lust. All at once, her pleasure surged to a peak. Daggers of fuck-itch saturated her cunt, needled her toes, her nipples, her clit. Crushing the boy's blond head between her legs, she exploded.
"Ohhhhhh!" She arched up, writhing, twisting her head from side to side. Her toes clenched, clawing the boy's back. "Eeeeh!" Her mind whirled. She thought she was going to pass out. "Ohhhh, God!"
The boy groaned loudly, sinking his teeth deep into her swollen, spasming cunt meat. His tongue whipped around and around inside her clutching cunt. He sucked the pussy cream out of her. At the same time, his own fuck cream spurted from his cock, some of it splatting against the side of Cindy's left thigh. As the hot, sticky fluid creamed Cindy's leg, she shivered with a renewed excitement.
"Oh, God! Oh, God, yes!" she muttered. She caught some of the warm jism as it dripped from her thigh and quickly spread it on her smooth leg-flesh. Her nostrils flared, catching the aroma of the alkaline-scented fluid The boy chewed her pussy, nearly sucking it inside-out as he brought Cindy off and simultaneously jerked himself off. As Cindy's orgasm began to subside, she relaxed her thigh-lock on his head, and he sank away from her, his face red and sticky, his eyes glassy. Cindy dropped her legs, slumping back. Her tits rose and fell as her lungs heaved. She felt too weak to move.
The boy pushed himself to his feet with effort. He milked his slightly softened cock, catching a drop of thick fuck cream on his grubby fingertips. He inspected the cock-ooze, made a face, and wiped the sticky fluid on his leg. Then he stuffed his prick back in his I shorts. "I'm going to bed," he said, wiping the cunt juice off his lips with the back of his wrist. "I'm all mellowed out." He left the living-room, a few of the stairs creaking as he trudged up them.
Cindy lay there, trying to collect herself. It had all happened so fast. Right now she felt as if she were waking up from a dream. She gathered her strength and stood up, jerking I her foot up as she suddenly stepped in some I cool, slimy fluid on the carpet. "Oh, yuk!" The boy had shot his cum all over the side of the couch and on the carpet in front of it. A small puddle of it lay on Tina's discarded dinner plate alongside the half-eaten hamburger.
"Crap!" Cindy ran to the kitchen for some paper towels. What would Mr. and Mrs. Kent think if they found this stuff dried on their carpet and furniture?
Dirty animal! Cindy thought, returning to the living room with the towels, then crouching to clean up the boy's mess.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, cleaning up a boy's cum. Here she was in a strange house, dressed in nothing but her T-shirt, and cleaning up the cock-juice of a filthy boy she'd only first laid eyes on ten minutes ago. It was unreal.
The scent of jism filled her head and she began to feel dizzy. Maybe it was all her imagination, but the smell of male fuck cream was getting to her. She felt a trickle of warm juice dribble from between her cunt lips and leak down her leg. It was ridiculous, perverted even, but she was starting to get turned on again. Bending low, she sniffed the cum on the dinner plate. Unable to help herself, she began to lap the cool, sticky puddle up. The stuff had a slightly foul, peppery flavor which both revolted and thrilled her.
I'm eating a boy's cum, she thought. It was too much! She ran to the kitchen to rinse out her mouth.