Chapter 6
Cindy stretched on the bed, inhaling, thrusting her nubile tits up high, pointing her toes as she stretched her legs out long. Sweat trickled from her armpits. She licked sweat off her upper lip. The bed sheets felt hot and damp under her. Even the moonlight pouring in through the window felt hot, so unlike the cool moonlight of Vermont. She turned this way and that on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable, even slightly cool position. Her tits fell heavily to the side. Her legs slipped together, greasy with sweat and something more. She'd already gotten up once to wash her cunt, but Herb Kent's cum continued to leak out of her and get her all sticky again.
Would the filthy fluid ever stop running out of her? she wondered. How much of his dirty old fuck cream had he shot into her anyway? Him grunting like some old bull as he'd molested her virginal young body, it was disgusting! Why had she ever allowed it to happen? She could hardly believe it had really happened. Maybe it hadn't. Maybe it had all been just a bad dream.
She rolled onto her back again, spreading her legs as she dipped her fingers between them. She was a mess down there, and her cunt ached. She felt slightly raw inside, almost as if she'd received a mild burn in her cunt hole. Lifting her fingers to her nose, she frowned as the pungent aroma of male fuck cream rushed into her nostrils. She quickly wiped the sticky fluid on the mattress, disgusted with it, disgusted with herself, furious at Herb Kent.
He had fucked her. It hadn't been a bad dream. It had really happened. He'd fucked her, popped her cherry, destroyed her virginity forever. God, what would her mother say if she were to find out? Oh, it was too horrible to think about.
"Her cunt lips throbbed between her clenched thighs. Even after three hours, they hadn't deflated. They were still half-swollen with blood. Herb Kent's cock had gotten them all pumped up and excited. She could still feel the hardness of his hot prick slicing between her pussy lips, and the bumpiness of it, caused by all those big swollen prick-veins and that knob-like head. His cock had rammed so deep within her, all the way into the mouth of her womb. God, it had felt good! She almost moaned out loud thinking about it.
Stop it! she ordered her mind. Stop dwelling on that dirty old man's dirty old prick. Put it out of your mind. Forget it forever. She would never go back to that house, would never see Herb Kent or his disgusting two sons or his sluttish wife again. Even if she didn't get paid for yesterday's sitting because she failed to fulfill her week-long commitment, she didn't care. She would never go back to that house. She ought to have them all arrested for what they'd done to her.
They'd molested her, abused her, all three of them. Bobby Kent, the stinky little brat, had dived between her legs like a dog, gnawing on her pussy as if it were meat. Rick Kent, that teenaged Tarzan, had rammed his huge smelly prick down her throat and had forced her to suck it until she was drinking his thick fuck cream. And Herb" Kent, the gorilla, had raped her, had exploded her cherry, had grunted like an animal as his cum had burst into her. She ought to have them all arrested. It was terrible, what had happened to her. Terrible! Unbelievable!
She was rubbing her toes together, rubbing her legs together. Her crotch was on fire, throbbing like a heart. She clenched her teeth to keep from smearing out loud. She was disgusted with herself. All she asked for was a little sleep, but her pussy wouldn't let her. Her cunt lips were too tight and swollen, too saturated with heat and fuck-itch. She felt pulsations of need all the way through her loins, even in her asshole.
"Damn!" she whispered, sliding out of bed and going to her dresser. Using the key hidden in her jewelry box, she unlocked the left-hand drawer of the antique bureau, glimpsing her swollen, cherry-capped tits in the mirror above it.
The oblong plastic vibrator was hidden at the back of the drawer, under an old diary. It was wrapped in a yellowed jockstrap, a piece of gym clothing that had supposedly belonged to Ray Downs, senior captain of the football team at Cindy's old high school up in Vermont. The cock-shaped vibrator and the filched jock had been the property of Maureen Hayes, a girl Cindy positively could not stand, a girl who always was bragging about what boys she'd lured into bed. Cindy had made off with the vibrator and jockstrap on the last day of school, had stolen it from Maureen's locker while Maureen had been in the showers carrying on about last night's cock. Now, a month later, and over a thousand miles away from Vermont, the jockstrap still reeked of Ray Downs' balls and the vibrator of Maureen's cunt.
She returned to the bed with the vibrator. Stretching out once again on her back, she twisted the dial on the flat end of the smooth white plastic object and felt it zing to life in her hands. It made a low hum, which disturbed her-she didn't want her parents waking up to the sound and following it to her room-but she couldn't turn it off. She was determined to use the object to masturbate herself.
She stroked the vibrating cylinder of plastic along her lips, barely touching them. The musky sweet aroma of cunt slid into her nostrils. Wrinkling her nose, but unable to stop herself, she licked the smooth plastic, sampling the flavor or Maureen's cunt. Salty, slightly tart. She slid the dildo down to her tits, stimulating her swollen nipples.
The bumps on her tit-cherries were erect and tingling. Her nipples stood up like fingertips, quivering as the vibrator brushed across them. Fuck-thrills shot all the way to Cindy's toes. Her cunt contracted several times and she clamped her legs together tightly, shimmying her thighs together and her pussy lips between them.
"Oooh, feels so good," she moaned softly, her eyes turning back from the sensations. She stretched, rubbing the humming plastic vibrator around and around her tits and nipples.
It's like a big cock, she mused, tike a big hard alive cock. That dirty Maureen! The girl had likely walked around the halls of school with this vibrator shoved up her pussy and humming away. And it was probably true that Maureen had fucked all those cocks she was always bragging about. All that fucking, she almost said out loud. All those cocks and cunts fucking!
She squirmed on the mattress, moaning softly, delirious with lust.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me!" Spreading her legs, she began to slide the vibrator up and down her wet, blonde-furred cunt-slit. She worked the hard, vibrating cylinder into the seething wet meat of her pussy-furrow. As the vibrator buzzed her clit, she almost hit the ceiling.
"Oooh, that feels so good, so good!" She spoke softly to herself in moaning tones, continuing to work the humming vibrator between the swollen lips of her cunt, gasping as thrills of pleasure screwed through her loins. "Oh, fuck me!"
The vibrator gleamed with her pussy cream, dripped with it. Her cunt hole pulsated, contracting, sucking, longing to be filled. She moved the vibrator up, rubbing pussy cream on her smooth abdomen, stimulating her belly-skin as if with quivering fingers. She slid the vibrator again up to her tits, making them shine with pussy cream. She almost screamed as the hard cylinder of quivering plastic zinged along her nipples. Suddenly, as if somebody else had taken possession of her hands, she pushed the vibrator between her spread legs and twisted the tapered end of it into the mouth of her cunt hole. Then she shoved, twisting the buzzing machine into her body, burying at least eight inches of it up her pussy.
"Ohhh, God!" She arched up, writhing, twisting the dildo-vibrator between her swollen pussy lips and within the undulating, sucking cavern that was her cunt hole. Her fuck hole filled with tingly, itchy, hot sensations that spread throughout her naked young body. It was as if she'd driven Rick Kent's monstrous cock into herself.
Why hadn't she done this before? she wondered. This vibrator sure beat using fingers. After she'd stolen the vibrator, she'd been tempted to experiment with it, but she'd never dared. She'd been afraid of hurting herself, afraid of destroying her virginity, of tearing her cherry. Well, Herb Kent had popped her cherry tonight. It was gone forever now. It didn't matter what she moved up her pussy anymore, as long as she could handle it. She was astounded at how elastic her fuck hole was, at how it swallowed up eight inches of hard plastic vibrator with no trouble at all. Surely, if it could handle the vibrator, it could also handle Rick Kent's cock.
"Ohhh, Rick!" she moaned. "Oh, Ricky, do it to me!" She plunged the vibrator in and out, pretending Rick Kent was fucking her, pretending his smelly prick was rubbing in and out of her pussy. The dildo made squishing noises inside her juicy cunt. She still had lots of Herb Kent's cum in her, and her pussy was secreting more juices of its own.
The room glowed with moonlight. Cindy's naked body gleamed, misted with girl-sweat. Her blonde hair fanned out on the mattress. She tossed her head, her eyes rolling with pleasure, her arms jerking, her toes curled under. Pussy cream and cum leaked out around the pistoning vibrator and trickled into her asscrack, then onto the bed under her ass.
As she wiggled her excited young ass, she smeared it in the slimy sex-fluids on the sheet, exciting her even more.
"I feel so good," she muttered. "Mmn, I feel so good!"
She rocked her hips to the rhythm of the sliding dildo, making the bed springs creak softly. As she masturbated herself, she rubbed her legs and feet on the bed. Suddenly, she kicked both her legs up in the air, spreading them wide, imagining Rick Kent's muscular body heaving on top of her, his loins thrusting between her thighs, his muscular abdomen grinding down on her belly as his huge prick reamed out her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she gasped, plunging the vibrator faster, spreading her legs even wider. "Oh, fuck me!" She'd never dared say such things out loud when she'd masturbated in the past.
Her cunt contracted repeatedly around the slicing dildo, squeezing it, sucking it, making the vibrator buzz louder, making it whine rhythmically. It was as if her cunt wanted to swallow the vibrator completely, to devour it. Cindy held the visible end of the dildo firmly, afraid she might lose it inside herself despite its size.
"Fuck!" she gasped. "Fuck, fuck!" Her ass bounced on the bed. Her legs waved in the air, bent at the knees, toes wriggling and curling with pleasure. As she panted, her tits heaved up and down, her purplish nipples still wet with pussy cream and cum, the scents of which stimulated her. She felt dirty, stinky with the scent of sex, of female.
"I wanna come!" she whispered. "Oh, I wanna come! Oh, fuck me!"
The dildo plunged, fucking loudly in her cunt, squishing obscenely
in her seething young fuck hole. The fuck-juices ran out of her, forming a slimy pool under her wiggling ass. Her nipples felt splitting-hard, her tits swollen almost painfully. She drove the dildo in deeper, forcing its vibrating tip into the mouth of her womb. The meat of her cunt swelled tight with blood. Her blonde-furred pussy lips tightened around the shaft of the dildo, gripping it, biting it as if it were a cock. Daggers of sensation drilled through her clit. She gasped, grinding her cunt around the dildo, moaning with abandon, fucking herself, driving her teenaged pussy to orgasm.
The spasms began simultaneously in the pit of her cunt and in her asshole. Within seconds the muscles of her loins were contracting. The vibrator buzzed loudly, gripped by her madly squeezing cunt. Her eyes almost popped out as the fuck-sensations gnawed through her blood-engorged teenaged fuck meat.
"Qhhhhhh! Qhhhhhh! Mmmmmnnnnn!" She couldn't control her moans of pleasure. As she writhed on the bed, pleasure ripping through her loins, spreading up her spine and down her legs, her eyes turned back into her skull and she saw explosions of white light in her brain.
The dildo rammed in and out, Cindy's arms jerking as if controlled by puppet-strings. She fucked herself out of her mind, thrashing all over the bed as the delicious sensations overwhelmed her body. Her orgasm continued for an eternity, then slowly subsided, the contractions lessening in strength, the sensations becoming less and less intense, but still pleasurable.
She was slipping the dildo out of herself when she heard quick footsteps in the hallway. Suddenly, somebody was shaking her door knob, trying to get in. Thank God she'd locked the door.
"Cindy! Darling! Are you all right? Let me in, baby, let me in!"
Cindy tried to control her breathing, tried to clear her head. "I'm all right, Mom. Just had a bad dream."
"Are you sure? Let me in, please. You shouldn't lock your door."
"I'm all right, Mom. Let me go back to sleep. If I get up, I won't be able to get back to sleep. It's so hot."
"Well, you're sure you're all right?"
"Yes, Mom."
Cindy sank back with a sigh as her mother said goodnight and went back down the hall. The dildo was still buzzing. She switched it off.
Oh God, what got into me? she thought. I must be crazy. She wondered if her mother had heard enough to suspect what was really going on in here.
"Damn!" she whispered, quietly slipping out of bed to replace the dildo in the drawer, then to change her bed sheet. She'd always been such a good girl. Her parents had always been proud of her. She didn't want them to even suspect that she had sexual thoughts, let alone to suspect anything of what had happened to her tonight. She would never go back to the Kents. Never! They were the cause of her filthy behavior. She would never see them again.