Chapter 4
More than an hour after Cindy had rubbed off her pussy while watching Rick and Darla fuck in the front seat of the convertible, she was sitting in the living room of the Kents' house again, trying to keep her mind on the movie on the TV set. It was a horror movie and ordinarily, Cindy would have been engrossed in such a movie, chewing her fingernails, screaming as if she herself were a victim in the movie. Tonight, however, she stared at the screen blankly, only from time to time aware that a picture danced across it. Instead of seeing the TV picture, she kept seeing Rick and Darla in her mind's eye, kept seeing Rick's huge fucker plunging in Darla's juicy cunt. Cindy's panties and shorts were drenched in the crotch, but she had no other clothes to change into.
She checked the clock on the end table and realized that before long Herb Kent was due home. She'd be wise to go upstairs to the bathroom now and look around for some perfume or something else with which to deodorize her crotch. She was sure the living-room reeked with the smell of her wet, smoldering pussy. Not only would she be thoroughly mortified if Herb Kent were to detect her scent, but she feared her female aroma might stimulate him.
On the TV screen a young girl was screaming as she floated helplessly around a room, her body involuntarily levitated by a ghost. The girl's long hair hung toward the floor, the only part of her apparently not supported by the levitating force. Cindy was immediately reminded of Darla's long hair dangling toward the car floor as Rick had thrown her over the back-rest of the front seat and had mounted her from behind like an animal. Cindy crossed her legs, squeezing them tightly together as waves of itchy fuck-sensation pulsed through her steaming cunt-flesh. That sight had excited her terribly. She knew she'd never forget it. Nor would she ever forget the hot fucking and the cries of pleasure as the coupled boy and girl had spasmed. Cindy had sat hidden in the bushes for several minutes after they had dressed and had backed down the long, winding driveway, on their way to someplace. She'd sat there a long while after their headlights had disappeared, too stunned and weak to move. Finally, she'd crept out of the bushes and had stumbled back to the house in the dark.
Up, she told herself now, up and to the bathroom. Find some perfume or something for your crotch. Maybe she could even wash her panties and shorts, then dry them quickly with a hair drier. Why hadn't she thought of that sooner? She had no time to lose. Herb would be home any time now.
"Hey, how ya doing?" Rick Kent strode into the room, his feet padding like lion's paws, his white teeth dazzling. He was dressed in the same clothing-or lack of it-as when he'd backed out of the driveway an hour ago, tight, faded blue jeans and nothing else. His long, sun-bleached hair resembled a lion's mane. He was as tan as his brother.
Cindy almost hit the ceiling as he appeared through the doorway, her heart lodging momentarily in her throat. "Don't you people ever knock?" she half-shouted, embarrassed and almost angry because of the scare he'd given her.
"Hey, cool it," Rick said, sliding down on the couch beside her. "What's wrong, I scare you or something?"
"You could say that," Cindy said. "I mean, you just appeared there without a sound, like a ghost or something." She spoke more softly now, beginning to feel her old self-consciousness in the presence of a boy roughly her own age. "Your brother did the same thing, came in without a sound."
Rick eyed her, his head turned to the left toward her. She was aware of the rounded muscles of his shoulders, of his thick chest muscles, of his height-nearly a foot taller than she-although she was too intimidated to look at him except out of the comer of her eye.
"How do you know I ain't a ghost?" he said, smirking slightly. "In fact, how do you know who I am, or that somebody else is my brother? How do you know I ain't a burglar or something else?"
Cindy tried to laugh. The sound she made sounded nervous. "How do you know who I am?" she countered with, pleased that she was able to say anything at all in a voice that didn't quaver. "I don't," the boy said, laying his arm on the couch behind her neck. The air was suddenly saturated with the smell of his sweaty armpit. "I just thought you're probably Tina's babysitter while the old lady's bumming around up in Jacksonville." His big fingers fell on her left shoulder, feeling hot and moist and heavy to Cindy. "But if you ain't, what's the difference? I mean, who cares who you are when you got great legs and a pair of tits like these?" His hand suddenly moved under the collar of Cindy's T-shirt, sliding down and moved under the collar of Cindy's T-shirt, sliding down and cupping her left tit.
Cindy's heart slammed. "Don't!" she squeaked.
The boy's big sweaty hand felt her tit all over, rubbed the sensitive bumps of her tit-cherry, pinched and rolled her nipple. Cindy's eyes rolled, nearly popping out. Her cunt contracted again and again. She began to pant, her heart slamming in her chest. The boy slid closer, pressing his leg against her bare thigh, pressing his hot bare torso against her right side. The aroma of his armpit overpowered her senses. She shivered, as if drugged by the youth's virility.
"Please," she muttered. It was a token plea. Cindy knew she was helpless. The boy would do whatever he wanted to with her. She realized now that her fear of boys was well-founded. She was losing all control of herself in the presence of this sweaty youth.
The boy guided her right hand to his groin. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it down firmly, forcing her to feel his cock through his jeans.
"Like it?" he said, nuzzling her fine blonde hair aside and breathing in her ear. "Bet you never felt one that big, did ya?"
"Oh!" she gasped, trembling all over, her eyes welling with hot tears of excitement. The boy's prick throbbed against her palm like a breathing animal. She could feel its heat, could sense its power. And it was so big, so long, so thick. It terrified her as much as thrilled her.
"Rub it," the boy whispered, nipping the skin on her neck with his sharp teeth, pushing her hand up and down the length of his rock-hard prick. "You like licking prick, baby? You like sucking cock?"
"Oh!" was all Cindy could get out. The youth's prick was the hardest thing she'd ever felt in her life. She'd had no idea cocks got this hard.
The boy shoved both his hands under her T-shirt, stroking her all over her tits and belly. "Smooth and warm," he muttered. He got his open mouth over her hips, then slipped his tongue between them. His tongue filled her mouth like putty. His spit leaked down her throat.
Cindy's eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened as the boy's tongue slipped down her throat. As he French kissed her, squeezing both her tits simultaneously, tweaking her nipples, she rubbed and squeezed his huge cock, able to feel the edges of its swollen knob. They moaned together, Cindy's loins whirling inside with pleasure, her pussy swollen and tight. She clamped her legs together rhythmically, dizzy with lust.
The boy pulled his tongue out of her throat and licked her face. "Unzip me," he said. "Take out my big prick and suck it." He pushed her over, forcing her face down over his lap. "Unzip me. Suck my cock. Come on, quick."
Cindy didn't like the change of tone in the boy's voice. There was a mean edge to it, a slightly drunken edge, as if the boy was starting to get a little crazy. She fumbled with his zipper, working it open with difficulty due to the tension caused by the boy's swollen cock. The boy's prickshaft bulged from his open fly, moist and smelly, gnarled with bloated veins. There was the aroma of Darla's cunt all over his thick slab of fuck meat. Cindy saw brownish hairs curling around the base of it.
"Lick it," Rick said, pushing her head down, mashing her lips and nose to his throbbing cock. "Go on, lick it."
Cindy sniveled. She knew she shouldn't be doing something so wicked. And the boy's cock reeked besides, coated all over with dried jism and pussy cream. She couldn't lick the filthy thing.
"Come on, babysitter." Rick shoved her lips and nose up and down his prickshaft. "You'll love it, once you get a taste."
Still sniveling, Cindy allowed her lips to part, allowed her tongue to slip between them and against the boy's veiny prickshaft. She tasted tartness and saltiness.
"That's it. Nibble on that hunk of cock meat." Rick released her head, unsnapping his jeans and opening them fully. His prick sprang out, uncoiling like a snake. The head of it throbbed against his abdomen well up past his navel.
Cindy stared at his huge prick, unable to believe how big it was. Close up, his cock appeared even larger than it had when Rick had used it to fuck Darla's cunt.
Rick grinned down at her. "You ain't never seen one that big before, have ya?" He lifted his ass, pushing his jeans halfway down his thighs, exposing his balls. "Pleasure me, baby."
As Cindy slipped off the couch to kneel in front of the boy, he continued sliding his jeans down his long, hairy legs. As he kicked them off completely, slouching totally naked on the couch before her, Cindy moved in between his spread legs, her eyes focused on the huge hairy balls and the throbbing cock she'd been ordered to pleasure. She swallowed, shaking all over.
Rick took her head in his hands again, pushing it down until her nose was buried in his ball-sac. She felt his two balls roll against the sides of her nose. The pungent smell nearly knocked her out.
"Well, lick!" Rick said. "You're about the slowest cocksucking chick I ever met. What're you waiting for, a written invitation?"
Gingerly, Cindy began to lap at the youth's balls. They were salty, moist all over with sweat. The boy moaned the moment her tongue touched his balls, and he started to squirm, massaging his prick.
"Yeah," he said. "Lick 'em, suck on 'em. Yeah!"
The youth's balls seemed to twist and roll in their brownish, hairy sac as she bathed them with her lapping tongue. She slurped all over them, salivating profusely, in a state of fascinated shock. She was actually doing it, licking a boy's balls! Impossible!
"Mmn, suck them nuts! Yeah!" Rick rubbed his ass on the couch, rubbed the soles of his feet on the carpet, squirmed and jacked his cock. "Here, take it," he said suddenly, shoving his prick into Cindy's hands. "Pleasure it."
Cindy's heart slammed as her small hands surrounded Rick's over-sized prick. She was panting with such excitement that she was dizzy. She forced herself to hold onto his throbbing cylinder of rock-hard prick, even though her impulse was to drop it as if it were a live rattlesnake. Prick-arteries tickled her fingers like flicking tongues. The boy's prick nearly burned her palms. Fuck lube bubbled from the gaping pisshole at the tip of his hugely swollen cockknob, oozing down the back of his prickshaft like a thick, clear venom. Cindy's eyes crossed as she focused on the throbbing slab of male fuck meat she held in her shaking hands.
"Suck it off!" Rick moaned, squirming as if he were being tortured. "Don't just look at it, jack it off, lick it, eat it, for christsake! What're you trying to do, give me blue balls?" He grabbed the base of his cock and banged its dripping head against Cindy's lips.
In a sudden panic, Cindy began to work her hands up and down his prickshaft, began to lap at the back of the head. She tasted fuck lube. It was thick and sappy, slightly salty. Rick slumped back with a sigh, allowing her to pleasure him. Her hands shimmied up and down, passing over his gnarled prick-veins and the ring-like bumpiness of his cock shaft. As she masturbated the groaning youth, she bent his prick this way and that so she could lick all around his prickhead. The taste of pussy cream and prick-sweat and fuck lube both disgusted and thrilled her. The more she licked, the more she salivated and the hungrier she got. Her tongue traveled up and down the full length of his prick shaft. She slurped at the youth's balls again, coating them with her warm saliva, sucking them, nibbling them. The boy's cock squirmed and bucked in her hands like a slippery fish.
"Ohhh, shit, yeahhh!" Rick sighed, humping rhythmically as Cindy licked his fuck meat. "You do it good, baby, yeahh!" His thick fingers wove themselves in her hair, massaging her scalp. "Eat my prick, babysitter, oh, eat it!"
Cindy slid her hot, flushed cheeks up the youth's excited prick, amazed again at how burning-hot it was, and how hard. As she bent her huge fucker toward her, she watched fuck lube bubble from his wide-open cumhole. The thick lube ran down over her thumbs like warm syrup and she couldn't resist licking it off. Her tongue continued on up, licking the rear of his hot prickknob.
"Ohhh, shit!" the boy moaned, writhing. "Lick it right there. Feels so good!"
Cindy churned her tongue up and down the rear of the boy's prickhead and slightly below it, stifling the urge to giggle as she watched the boy twist and writhe as if she were torturing him. Her mouth fastened around the end of the fat knob, her tongue licking out his lube-oozing pisshole. As her lips slid downward, his huge cockhead filled her mouth, stretching her jaws. The boy applied pressure to her head, forcing her to swallow several inches of his prickshaft in addition to his knob, and Cindy choked, her warm spit running down all over the throbbing cock. The pressure of the boy's hands lessened, and Cindy recovered from her choking, sucking in air.
"Blow that big fucker!" the boy mumbled. "Suck it off. Suck the jizz out of it."
Cindy's hands and tongue and lips moved instinctively. Her hands moved in unison, sliding up and down his thick prickshaft while her head bobbed and her tongue churned. She knew she was doing it right because Rick kept moaning about how good it felt, about how she was a damned good cocksucker. Her pussy throbbed with every throb of the boy's cock in her mouth. Her lips tingled, the tingles saturating her entire mouth and flowing down her throat. As she sucked, she felt sucking sensations in her own crotch. The pussy cream leaked down her legs, which she shimmied together as she sucked cock. Her cunt burned with a maddening fuck-itch. Her panties and shorts were sopping wet, as if she'd pissed in them.
Rick was grunting, wiggling his ass and rocking his loins as he worked his cock between Cindy's hands and in her mouth and throat. His toes clutched at the carpet. His fingernails dug into her scalp. "Mmn, suck it, suck it!"
Cindy's mind whirled. She couldn't think anymore. Snot ran out of her nose and spit out of her mouth. She sucked in any air she could manage to get, her throat so filled with sliding cock that at times she thought she would strangle. The fuck-itch spread from her loins into her lower back and down her legs. The intensity of her excitement and feeling startled her. No pussy-rubbing she'd ever done could match her excitement now. She could hardly stand it. She wanted to scream.
"Shove a finger up my ass!" the boy gasped. "Quick, shove a finger up my ass. Keep sucking, though, keep sucking!" He grabbed one of her hands, pulling it from his cock, pushing it down under his balls. He grasped her spit-slick middle finger and pushed it against his hot, twitching asspucker. "Shove it in, shove it in!"
Cindy resisted for a few seconds, shocked by the boy's order, unable to believe he was serious. But he was insistent, pinching her finger hard and trying to twist it into his asshole. She finally gave in, and her finger slipped to the hilt up the youth's burning shithole, swallowed up as if by a mouth.
"Slide it!" the boy moaned, squirming, twisting his cock in her throat and wiggling his asshole around her finger. He jerked on her hand, making her finger fuck him. "Yeah, twist it around, rub it all around in there." His prick throbbed wildly as she jerked her finger in and out of his asshole, all the while continuing to bob her head and eat his cock.
Cindy thought her head was going to burn up. She'd never imagined she could get this hot. Her tits had swelled enormously. Her crotch felt painfully tight, as if her pussy lips had inflated to near bursting. Wiggling her ass, rubbing her juice-slick legs together harder and harder, she brought herself closer to orgasm. The more excited she got, the faster her wet tongue flapped at Rick's prickhead, the faster her finger pistoned in his asshole.
"Oh, Christ, oh, shit!" the boy gasped, fucking Cindy's throat. "It'll be quick now. I can feel it. Suck me, fuck me! Oh, shit!"
Cindy's eyes rolled back. The pleasure in her body had become unbearably intense. Hot pussy cream continued to leak from her cunt, drenching her panties and shorts. Her bare legs slipped together lewdly. As one of Rick's hands reached up under her T-shirt and fastened around her tit like a huge set of jaws, her eyes turned back into her head. She felt the first flickers of orgasm in the pit of her cunt. Rick's rough fingers pinched her hard, swollen nipple, and her loins exploded.
Writhing, gnawing on the youth's prick, she let out a whine from deep in her throat. She saw stars exploding in her brain. Her entire body pulsed with heat, contracted with spasms of intense pleasure. Her finger curled inside the boy's asshole, digging into his swelling prostate gland. Whimpering, muttering insanely, the boy arched up, ramming his cock all the way down Cindy's throat. His prick exploded instantly, sending torrents of scalding jism down her gullet.
"Uhhh, ahhhhh!" the boy cried, fucking cum into Cindy's mouth, his loins contracting with spasms, his prostate gland pumping like a bellows against Cindy's twisting finger. "Shit!"
Cindy choked on the flood of cum, gagged on the pungent flavor and aroma of it. She couldn't swallow fast enough. The spurting flood filled her mouth and throat, ran out over the youth's contracting balls. As the boy's prick flexed and quivered with pleasure in Cindy's mouth, Cindy's cunt exploded again and again, waves of intense pleasure saturating her pulsating fuck meat. She felt the sensations in every cell of her body.
As the boy's cock oozed its last fuck cream and began to soften in her mouth, he pushed her away. "Get your finger outa my ass, will ya?"
Cindy slipped her finger out and fell back, exhausted. She wanted to curl up on the floor and go to sleep forever. Cum clung to her chin and neck like a sticky glue. She licked her lips, then wiped off her face. The middle finger of her left hand smelled like Rick's asshole.
Rick stood up, his huge prick swaying, a few drops of cum falling from the end of it. As he leaned over to pick up his jeans, he kissed her on the lips. "I'd fuck ya, baby, but I'm all wore out for one day. Gotta get me some rest. Be seeing ya."
Cindy watched speechlessly as he swaggered out of the living room to go upstairs, his jeans in his left hand, his bare asscheeks contracting. Even after he'd ascended the stairs, the sweaty male scent of him lingered in the air.
Cindy glanced at the TV. The eleven o'clock news had come on. Herb Kent would be home any minute. In a panic, Cindy jumped up to run to the bathroom to tidy herself up. She hadn't taken more than two steps toward the stairs when Herb stepped in through the doorway.