Chapter 3
Jack's tongue, trapping it deep inside her. Jack snarled, moving his head around and around, licking and growling as he ate. When Cindy started stiffening and hunching, he pulled away.
"Oh, babe, it's time to shove my dick in your pussy. You're good and clean-no blood. All that damned juice of yours washed it away before I ate you out. Jesus, baby, you're a guy's dream for a first fuck!"
Jack pushed into fucking position, between her legs. His knees were against her asscrack and his cockhead was against her swollen cuntlips.
"Ohh, fuck me ... fuck mee!" Cindy cried. She was begging, babbling, rocking her body slightly from side to side as she felt his cockhead start to work into her cunt.
Jack was pushing forward, slowly, but steadily with his hairy ass. He looked through sweat-filmed eyes at the trembling girl below him. She was being split open by his cock. Her body quivered with terror and excitement at every new inch of dickmeat fed into her willing cunt. He watched as her titties jiggled, rolled together, then fell apart and jiggled once more, with every violent, twisting, writhing move she made. Her chest rose and fell; her nostrils flared. She was moving her lips slowly, and he could hear her moaning for more of his cock. He'd turned her into a whore-a first-class slut, begging for dickmeat!
Cindy could feel Jack's dickhead sliding all the way in. Her pussylips closed over it, snapping shut' tightly and trapping it, just inside her cramping ring of pussy muscles.
"Oh, God, it's like nothing in the world!"
She felt so dizzy, half-crazy with what was happening to her and Jack. She wanted to say something, but her mouth was completely dry. She licked her lips, and Jack kissed her. His cock was gouging slicky down her cuntal cleft, going deeper, deeper, now that her pussy muscles had relaxed.
Cindy wriggled her slim body, bouncing her ass against the bed. Around the edges of her cunt, the young brunette could feel a hurting sensation. But she wasn't thinking about her torn cherry, any more. She was completely blown away by that velvety, slick feeling of Jack's cock pushing her pussy walls apart, forming them into a highceilinged tunnel. His cockshaft was disappearing inch by thick, long, throbbing inch.
Yes, yes-this was what she'd been waiting for all her life! A fuck-a good, hard fuck! Oh, what else was there in life except this?
"Uhhhh, huhhhrrrr!"
Cindy could feel Jack twisting his body around, and she could feel his cock working inside her. The spongy head reamed out the tight, pink, wet passage, pushing farther and deeper into her willing body. His cockshaft was sinking, drilling into the panting teenager, until she felt as if she were going to come apart at any second.
Cindy could feel his front teeth cutting her chin. She opened her mouth hungrily, wanting him to kiss her as passionately as before. She felt his thick lips slide over hers, his tongue slicing into her throat. Oh, God, how soft and weak she felt under him. And how marvelous it felt to move, even as little as she could, under his big body!
Cindy was beginning to learn how to move her body around, even under the immense pressure on top of it. When she arched her back and tilted her pussy mound downward, Jack's cock gouged against her pussy walls, making them quiver and snap shut, milking his throbbing dick. He grunted with pleasure and slid his fingers down her waist, pushing them farther and farther until they were smoothing over her plump asscheeks. She rolled her hips, squirming against his cupping hands. Jack held her like that as he fucked deep and hard. He was all the way in her now, his balls bumping against the bottom junction of her cuntlips. She cried and bit his lips and babbled something he couldn't understand.
Cindy tried to loop her legs over the backs of his, but the young girl couldn't move her body as much that way. And oh, how she was beginning to like to move her body around in bed!
Jack was moaning as loudly as she was, now. He pushed his fingers through her black hair, held her face up as he kissed it. She felt herself getting wet around the eyes and forehead. Oh, how wonderful, how tender he was, even in these final moments of building ecstasy. Cindy could guess the end was coming soon. The young brunette realized she couldn't go on much longer without cumming. She could sense the urgency in Jack's cock as it throbbed and jerked as if it were a frightened small animal in her cunt.
"I'm not hurting you too much, am I?" "Uhhhh, n-nooo!" Cindy wailed.
One heavy ball nestled against her asscheek. Oh God, what did it feel like down there? Cindy bit her lower lip until she could taste blood, moving her hand down to between their writhing bodies until she could feel where his thick, pulsing cockshaft had pushed apart her soft, gushy cuntlips. No, there wasn't any more cock left to go inside her cunt. She had Jack, all nine inches of him, buried to the hilt inside her. And what surprised the trembling young brunette was that it wasn't hurting her! She'd expected to pass out from pain, or something, when he stuck all his cock into her. And yet, she'd taken it-all of it-without any problem!
Cindy wasn't sure if that was something to be proud of or not. But the young girl didn't care. Oh, no, all she could think about was the coming climax she could feel knotting up deep in the pit of her belly.
"You're good and hot and tight and fine!" Jack moaned.
Cindy had her arms around his neck again. She was kissing him and coming apart at the seams with the shivery flames of her sexual lust. Jack was holding himself still, suddenly.
She wondered why, at first, then remembered what some of her girlfriends had told her at school: A lot of guys came faster than girls. They really had a hard time holding back until the girl was ready to cum. That's why a lot of women walked around unsatisfied. Their husbands or boyfriends fuck the shit out of them, and just when a few more minutes of fucking would have meant one hell of a wild orgasm for both woman and man, the guy blows his load, then pulls out, rolls over and goes to sleep, leaving the woman high and dry.
No, no-that couldn't happen to her! Jack wouldn't let that happen to her. She'd die if he pulled out of her now, leaving her unsatisfied. She'd gone this far with his cock. She couldn't stop now!
Cindy held her breath. Their hearts pounded, close together. Cindy was very aware of his hairy legs, resting heavily against hers. His chest, his thick-muscled arms and his fingers deep in her asscheeks made her want to move. It was so hard to keep still. And yet she knew if she moved ... "Hey, 1 said stop it!"
"I can't help it. It feels sooo good" the girl moaned.
"But you're so tight ... you're . . . "
Jack closed his eyes and fought back what she knew was his desire to shoot off. She rocked her hips just a little, to feel that fat cock digging against the walls of her cunt again.
"All right?" Cindy asked after several minutes of silence and stillness passed.
"Yeah ... yeah, fine," Jack panted, starting to fuck her again.
Slowly, the big handsome lawyer dragged his cock out of her cunt. Cindy felt her insides being pulled along with it. She felt the walls of her cunt collapsing, sucking in around the hollows behind the ridged, swollen cockhead. Then, with just his cock tip touching her outer cuntlips, Jack pushed in once more. The velvet cuntlips split apart again for the smooth, pulsing dickhead. Her pussy ballooned out again. When she finally felt his hot body pressing against her cunt mound, Cindy squirmed against his groin even tighter.
She wanted to see how much she could take. There was no sensation of being hurt any more. The pain of the bursting cherry had gone. Her cunt had proven itself to be more elastic than she was led to believe. Yes, it was time for her to experience her first big cum with a cock inside her. She held her breath and thrashed her ass around the bed.
"Ohhh, baby, you're gonna . . . drive me ... nuts!" Jack panted.
"Oh, God. . . God!" Cindy cried.
She shivered as he speared his cock into her, again and again. He was more forceful now, more intent on each downward movement. Her plump asscheeks quivered with each fucking thrust. Her clit burned with the ticklish sensation of his stiff cock hairs brushing over it. She dug her heels into the mattress and shut her eyes.
"You're real soft, soft, hot and slick," Jack groaned.
Then suddenly, he went stiff as he felt her tightening her cuntal muscles around his cock. She was milking his dick, squeezing it as hard as she could with her pussy muscles.
"Oh, gonna cum soon ... cum, cum. . . cummmm!"
Cindy used the word she'd heard her girlfriends use when they talked about orgasm. It sounded so dirty, so weird then. But now, it sounded so appropriate! Her heels brushed over the soft bedspread, now wrinkled and gathered like a blanket around the two of them. She was all the way open, her cuntlips peeled back as Jack fucked her. She wondered how it looked down there, her pussy split open and rubbed raw with his hammering dick.
"Uhhhh," he moaned in her ear.
She sensed what the gasping moan meant. His movements and breathing were building in a way, different from before. She could feel that driving need to make him shoot in her cunny, taking over her mind. Oh, how her pussy muscles spasmed, sucked and clamped down on the invading cock. Jack was growling and driving hard and fast into her cunt. There was no stopping, no going back now. And who wanted to? No, this was going to go all the way. Cindy bit her lip once more! Yes, she was going to feel a man's jizz spurting down her pussy hole for the first time!
"P-please, slow down," Cindy whispered. "Can't, can't . . . wait. It's too fuckin' good ... oh . . . yeah, too ... good!"
"Wait for me, ohhhh! Wait!" "Cindy, damn it!"
He was fucking her faster, instead of slower. Nothing seemed to slow him down. She couldn't do anything short of shoving back and rolling off the bed. He'd still be fucking the sheets, she bet to herself. Oh, he was kissing her roughly now, peeling her lips back over her front teeth. He was hurting her a little, taking her like a helpless animal in a trap. Her cunt throbbed. The flesh around her clit was glowing as more juice flowed out.
Cindy closed her eyes tightly and fucked for all she was worth. Her ass bounced off the groaning, squeaking bed. She thrust hard against Jack's hammering fucking movements.
It was the wild stabbing that made Cindy tighten her pussy muscles. She felt the powerful ring of her cuntmouth clamp down around the base of Jack's cock. Suddenly, the young lawyer's movements became violent. He dug his fingertips into her sides hard while squirming over her thrashing body like a crazy man.
"Aaaah ... Cindy!" "No, wait ... WAIT!" "Can't, baby, CAN'T . . . OHHHH!"
Jack squirmed helplessly on top of her. His face was twisted as if he were being tortured. And with her muscles so tight, Cindy could feel the steady pulsating of his cockhead as his cock tried to unload the boiling jizz from his high-riding balls. She was shutting off the tube running down the full length of his Gumming cock. She had strangled his dick in the middle of his climax. She knew instinctively that he was building up to his final orgasm.
Oh, yes, she could see it in his face when she dared open her eyes to look at him. He looked as if someone had stabbed him, suddenly, in the back. His cheeks quivered as rivulets of sweat coursed down his forehead and ran into his eyes and nose. Oh, how wonderful it had to be, trapped in her cunt, feeling suspended between pre-cum and orgasm! Jack let out a strangled groan. The cords stood out in his neck, and the veins in his forehead throbbed wildly under his flushed wet skin.
Cindy danced her ass wildly off the bed. She still held tightly onto Jack's cockshaft with her aching, cinching cunt. It hurt like hell to hold him for very long, but now, she could feel herself starting to cum. She could feel the rushing tickles that were driving her clit crazy. Oh yes, she was Gumming. Her clitty was burning with a weird, hot wetness. It seemed to be growing, bulging, ready to blow apart at any second.
"HHUHHHHRR!"
Cindy flailed the air with her feet, dug her nails into Jack's broad, hunching back and raked the tough hairy flesh with her sharp nails. She released the tense grip of her cunt around Jack's cock.
"AHHHH!" he grunted, lunging like a sex maniac.
Cindy hadn't realized he could fuck her so deep and so quickly as he was doing now. The friction made her blow apart in a kind of golden fireball. She jerked her head up and bit his neck, hard. She rubbed her ravaged cunt against him in a final, gasping rut. They rolled half on their sides and for a second, Cindy found herself on top of Jack. Then they changed position, rolling back over and fucking wildly.
Cindy felt far away and dreamy, and fucked crazily. She smelled their sweat mingling. She could taste the spit drying on her lips. Her neck was raw from the rub of his whiskers. Oh, God, it had to be the best feeling in the world-this kind of fucking with a man!
"FUCK!" she cried. That had been a horribly dirty word. But now, the girl felt it was the best thing in the world to say!
"Ohhhh, more, more, more!" Cindy pleaded as she felt Jack's cock still throbbing inside her. "Get it babe, fuck it out!" Jack cried, surprised the cum still lasted in the young girl.
She was moving her cunt and ass around the bed like a pro, milking his jizz for all she was worth! Her cunt tightened around his spraying cock, gripping it, holding it, milking it like a wild animal. As the trembling started to shake the thick length of his cock, she could feel her pussy shuddering and clutching even more desperately than before. She felt hot jets of something sticky, rich and creamy and scalding, bursting into her cunt. It burned into her, and she lost all control of her body. She arched her belly up, under his crushing weight, and cut loose with another round of her orgasm.
It had been a double cum, something Cindy had never heard of. Yes, two cums-two mind-blowing climaxes ravaging her willing body. Oh, how could something like this happen to a girl like her? She was good, pure-not a whore. And yet, she couldn't deny the hunger ravaging her body. It felt as if the entire world was inside her pussy, and exploding. Her cuntal walls spasmed as her pussy clutched his dickmeat, holding the spurting, squirming, shooting hunk of meat deep inside.
"Cum, cum, cum . . . " Jack was chanting the word over and over again.
"Cummmmm!" Cindy answered back.
She could feel him pushing his body down hard and holding it there, sealing them together with the glue, spurting out of his cockhead. It was the most marvelous thing in the world-this fucking! Cindy couldn't understand why so many people like her mother told her it was wrong unless you were married. Why should something this deliciously marvelous be saved only for people who decided to tie themselves to one another? No! Cindy wanted this to happen to her more than once in her life before marriage. Ohhh, it was so good, so exciting, and yet, so relaxing in the end!
After several minutes, Jack caught his breath and moved his hands up to her shoulders, pulling his body up and off the trembling girl. He hunched back, drawing his cock past her cuntlips. Cindy shuddered at the withdrawing sensation, letting out a shivering moan when she felt his fat dickhead slip from the grip of her cuntlips.
"Wow, I'm a mess!" she commented, sitting up to look at her ruined virginity.
There was a little blood smeared on the insides of both thighs, most of it dry. Jack had turned and slid off the bed and was padding his way to the bathroom. She saw the light go on, saw him take a towel and rub what she guessed was some blood from his cock.
"We'd better get cleaned up and get you back home. Hell, it's late," Jack said from the bathroom.
Cindy heard the shower squeaking on, followed by the sudden rush of water, and the closing of a pair of glass doors. The girl folded her hands around her knees, resting her head against her legs and looking dreamily at the cream-colored wallpaper. Oh, how delicious it was to be fucked like this by such a handsome, rich, successful lawyer from Boston! What her girlfriends would say if they only could see her now. They'd been satisfied with just fucking the football team members or some pimply-faced kid in the class. But she, Cindy, Miss Goody-two-shoes, as the other girls called her, had landed a catch the others wouldn't have dreamed of-Jack Maginn! And he was a thousand times better lay than any other younger men-of that, she was sure. He was strong, tender, and experienced. Oh, how good and hot and relaxed her pussy felt after that reaming.
"Come on, Cindy, take a shower with me," Jack called from the shower.
The young girl snapped from her reverie and looked toward the bathroom, seeing clouds of steam rushing from the bathroom into the bedroom. The young girl giggled, sliding her feet off the bed and almost running into the bathroom. "Do you think 1 should?" Cindy asked coyly, stopping at the shower door. She saw Jack's handsome wet body, his black hair plastered against his skull like a helmet. The water rushed behind him.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand and helping her into the tub.
The young girl felt him sliding his hands around her narrow waist, felt him kissing her passionately as he fingered her ass. He wanted
again, this time in the shower! Well, let least this way she didn't have to worry about ing up.
Cindy giggled at this last thought, then found herself swirling around and around as Jack's cock rose up and starting pushing into her cunt, once more.
Cindy sat in the front seat of Jack's car, her red fur-tipped coat hugged tightly to her body as the traffic sped past in the night. She looked nervously around at the bleak, dark countryside surrounding them. Beside her, Jack was muttering angrily at the engine, twisting the key, trying to get the car started.
"What happened?" Cindy finally ventured to ask.
"Damned if 1 know. It was running fine. Then all of a sudden, the fuckin' engine quit! Damned foreign cars!" He made a fist and pounded the, dashboard angrily.
"Should we get out?" "In this weather?"
Cindy raised one hand and scraped the frost from the window. She peered into the darkness and watched as the bare trees bent in the howling wind. A storm was brewing in this section of Massachusetts. They were eight miles from downtown Boston and at least five from her mother's home in Quincy. The heat in the car was already disappearing. They could see their breaths puffing from their nostrils in condensing clouds of steam.