Chapter 8
Cindy tried to grab Rick's cock. "But I'm so horny. Put it in me again-please? Just for a minute."
Rick twisted away from her. "Lay off, will ya? Can't a man drink in peace?"
Sulking, Cindy sat down at the kitchen table. The cum and pussy cream oozed out onto the vinyl chair seat under her ass, but she didn't care. She rubbed her ass in the slime.
Rick, still as naked as she was, leaned back against the cupboard, purposely thrusting his loins forward as he sipped his can of beer. His prick, shiny with half-dried cum and pussy cream, dangled heavily over his balls, still at least seven inches long and very fat despite its lack of hardness. He eyed her as he drank, clearing some of the heavy blonde hair from his eyes with his fingers.
She spread her legs, displaying her wet and inflamed crotch, not caring how slimy it must look with the cum and pussy cream leaking out of it. Fuck me, you smug bastard, she thought. Make me come again. I've gotta come again.
As if he could read her thoughts, Rick smirked, wiggling his hips and making his cock sway heavily, its huge head pulling it down. He watched for her reaction, and when she licked her lips, salivating, he grinned with self-satisfaction, sipping his beer, then belching. When he stretched lazily and yawned, as if he were ready to go upstairs and take another nap, Cindy couldn't stand it anymore.
"Fuck you!" she said, and promptly rammed two fingers up her cunt, jerking them in and out.
"Fuck-itch just won't stop, will it?" Rick threw his empty beer can on the cupboard top. "Fly's like that." He smiled as if to himself. "Makes a girl like she oughta be-ready to fuck twenty-four hours a day."
"Well then fuck me!" Cindy snapped. "Come on, give it to me."
"Later." The boy popped open another can of beer, sipping the foam off the hole. "Like I told ya, I whacked off twice before you got here. Then you about vacuumed the guts outa me with that cock-sucking cunt of yours. Give a guy a break."
"Fuck you!" Cindy was surprised at how freely she could talk dirty without it seeming the least bit out of the ordinary for her. She didn't know whether it was the Spanish fly that had loosened her tongue or all the fucking she'd been doing.
Rick laughed. "You jack off real pretty. Keep doing it. I like to watch a girl jack off. Spread your legs wider. I bet you can spread 'em wider than that."
"Damn right I can." Cindy stood up, some of the beach sand she'd tracked in gritty under her feet. Immediately, without pulling her fingers out of her cunt, she sank down into a full split, her legs going out to the sides and forming a straight line. She wiggled her fingers inside herself, feeling warm fluid running out into her hand.
Rick whistled, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. "Now that's what I call spreading 'em. You chicks sure know how to spread 'em. Must be so you can get fucked real deep."
"Must be," Cindy said, pleased at how strong she felt in the presence of the boy, pleased she could answer him back without her voice shaking. "So why don't you fuck me then?"
Rick eyed her, running his tongue along his lips. He took hold of his big floppy cock and dribbled some beer from the can on it. Then he stepped forward, squatting slightly as he stopped inches in front of her. His beer-dripping prick dangled just in front of her nose.
Cindy moaned, a rush of excitement shooting through her cunt. Her tongue shot out and began to lap, cleaning the beer off the youth's fat cockhead. As she licked the big fucker up and down, his prick began to swell, began to harden and throb. Within seconds, it snapped up to a full erection. Cindy licked the youth's sweaty balls as he stood over her, drinking beer. His heavy prick pounded her forehead as it throbbed.
"Now fuck me with it," Cindy begged. "I got it hard, now shove it in me." She yanked her fingers out of herself and rolled onto her back on the floor, her legs still split wide, her open cunt pulsating. She grabbed the backs of her knees, offering her open body to the youth.
"Let me finish my beer. You chicks are all so impatient." His prick flexed up and down, as if he were intentionally wriggling it at her, teasing her with it.
"Come on!" she whined. "Come on!" Her crotch was on fire. Her loins ached with need.
The boy sipped his beer as if he had all the time in the world, at the same time lazily scratching his balls and stroking his cock.
"Goddamn it!" Cindy rammed her fingers back up her cunt and jerked them in and out with a vengeance.
At that moment, the screen door swung open and Bobby Kent stomped into the kitchen from outside. He appeared even dirtier than he had yesterday, and he smelled even worse. The kitchen filled instantly with the aroma of his sweat.
"Oh, wow!" The boy's eyes bugged out as they fell on Cindy, and his shorts, which were his only clothing, came off before Cindy had time to fully realize what was happening. He stumbled toward her then, his six-inch fucker stiff and wagging.
Cindy pulled her fingers out of herself just in time, because the boy fell on her instantly, squirming between her legs and fucking his stiff prick up her cunt. As his cock penetrated to the hilt, Cindy's arms and legs clamped around him as if by reflex. The boy began to fuck immediately, driving all six inches of his cock in and out.
"Oh, uh, oh!" he grunted, humping away, his hard young body squirming on top of Cindy, his chest rubbing her tits.
"Yes!" Cindy gasped. "Oh, yes!" She rocked her hips with a quick rhythm, meeting his excited thrusts, delighting in the feel of his rock-hard fuck-stick as it sizzled against the sensitive meat of her cunt hole. She sank her fingernails into his back, clawed at the backs of his legs with her toenails. This was what she wanted. This was all she wanted.
The boy's eyes were turned back as if he were in a state of perpetual ecstasy. His nostrils flared, hot air pouring out of them. Sweat ran off his forehead, dripped from his nose and onto Cindy's face. She licked the boy's neck and tasted salt. The faster the boy fucked, the more he sweated. In a short time, they were sliding together as if their bodies had been oiled.
The boy panted, grunting, moaning, fucking his cock in and out. He felt hard and heavy on top of Cindy, even though he was hardly larger than she was. He was all bone and muscle, and he fucked her hard, like a wrestler trying to pin an opponent. His prick felt like a hot metal rod inside her, fucking relentlessly.
Cindy gasped, at moments fearing the wind would be knocked out of her. The grit on the floor bit the tender skin of her back. She rolled her head from side to side, gibbering with excitement and pleasure. Her hips rocked up and down, her cunt fucking the boy's cock. Her cunt contracted repeatedly, sucking, chewing, squeezing the boy's fucker like a greased hand.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh!" the boy moaned as he fucked, his eyes turning back even farther, his spine like a whip as his loins humped frantically, his cock pistoning.
Cindy writhed under him, her hands stroking up and down his back, her toes clutching at his contracting asscheeks. Her cunt sizzled inside, tightening, ready to explode. The itch that saturated her fuck hole was maddening.
"Let's come!" she gasped. "Squirt it in me, shoot it, oh, quick!"
"Yeahhhhhhh!' the young boy bellowed. "Yeahhhhh!" His eyes turned completely back in his skull, only the whites visible. He shuddered in Cindy's embrace, his hard prick flexing wildly. "Ahhhhhhh!" His scalding cum exploded up Cindy's cunt, came like jets of hot milk.
The boy's orgasm was like a match setting off a pack of firecrackers. Cindy's cunt exploded with spasms, her eyes turning back in her head, her nails digging into the boy's flesh. She arched up, driving her crotch at the boy's plunging, spurting cock. All her feeling concentrated in her cunt for a moment, then rushed throughout her loins and spread in warm, pulsating waves through the rest of her body.
"Ohhhh, squirt it, squirt it!" she moaned. "Give it to me, fill me up, oh, yesss!" She crushed the boy in her arms, her pleasure-washed cunt sucking the cum from his flexing cock.
"Oooh, feels so good!" the boy mumbled, trapped in her embrace, his ass jerking as he pumped his cum into her.
As their orgasms petered out, they lay together, lungs heaving, Cindy's cunt contracting every few seconds with the after shocks of orgasm. The boy's cock responded with twitches of its own.
"Hey, you dirty little bastard, get off my chick." Rick Kent stood over them, pouring cold beer on his brother's back.
Bobby gasped, jerking out of Cindy's embrace. His prick popped out of her like a cork, jism dripping from it.
"Outa my way, peckerhead." Rick grabbed his younger brother by the hair and dragged him from between Cindy's legs. "Wanna see how a real man fucks a chick, then just watch."