Chapter 1

Cindy. C-i-n-d-y. Just the sound of her name warms my heart, and, on as worthy a level, gives me an instant, throbbing erection. So I have to be careful not to think of her when I'm in public. In private, though, just the thought of her inspires me to a great fucking performance with any woman I'm with-who always becomes.. .Cindy.

The story of Cindy covers twenty years: from the time when she and I were nineteen, to now, when we're thirty-nine. I loved her and lost her, but I didn't really lose her, because we kept running into each other again. And when we did, it was like speeding trains, with a sexual energy that had to be felt to be believed.

We were fated never to get together permanently, but we were fated to make it. Although we had the same tastes and rhythms and our minds were in perfect harmony, the sex was even more important. We were a perfect fit, like two halves of a whole. In spite of whatever else I did, it became my lifelong quest to put those halves together. And here's how they, and we, first met.

I saw Cindy across a room at a college dance. She was small, dark, and stunningly beautiful. In the manner of the 1970s, she was wearing a short white dress that showed off her smooth brown thighs and her shapely calves. Her breasts were high and round, and very large for someone her size. Her hair was black and shoulder-length. When I walked over, I saw that her eyes were a deep brown and her lips were like ripe red fruit.

I gave my name, Jack, and she told me hers. She seemed to like me, too, possibly because I was tall and blond and opposites attract. We danced to a slow number, immediately holding each other close. I slid my hand down to her firm, round rear as if we were already lovers. Her big, firm breasts felt wonderful against me. At the end of our dance, we kissed deeply.

Back on the sidelines, we talked. We even finished each other's sentences, we were so perfectly mated.

"It was instant attraction," I said.

"Love at first sight," Cindy echoed. "But above all, sexual. We can share the ultimate intimacy first, and the rest will follow." She paused. "Why waste everybody's time? Let's go to my room!"

Behind closed doors, we did more than dance. I embraced her small, warm body and worked her skirt up and her panties down. My huge erection pressed against her flat belly as I stroked her smooth, tensing rear. I stood back and admired her naked sex, her neatly-trimmed black bush. She looked down between-us and smiled shamelessly.

"It feels so natural to be naked with you, Jack," she purred.

"Me, too," I replied. At that, I unzipped my pants.

My manhood sprang out and upward, a drop of clear fluid on its tip. Cindy stroked it with her small hands and pursed her pretty lips as if she wanted to suck it. I knew she would, but instead I hunched down and ran it between her smooth thighs. My upper surface slid along her hot, dripping wet labia. We'd both been fully aroused since our dance, or even since we'd first laid eyes on each other.

"Oh, Jack!" Cindy sighed, losing herself in sex. She ran her hands rapidly over my hips. "Jack!"

"Oh, lover," I responded. "Oh!"

Then I stripped off my preppie clothes and finished undressing her, having started at the bottom. When there was nothing left but her bra, I paused dramatically before unhooking the front clasp. I wasn't disappointed. Her breasts, that I'd first noticed right away, were incredible. As if created for a larger woman, they filled her chest, and were heavy but proudly outstanding. Her thick red nipples were excitedly and excitingly hard.

"So you like my breasts," Cindy said when she saw me staring down at them.

"That's an understatement," I replied. "Though I don't mean to objectify you."

"Oh, that's okay," she laughed, staring in turn at my throbbing manhood. "It's just a way to intimacy. In fact, I objectify your cock!"

So Cindy and I shared a sense of fun, as well. For now, though, it was back to our hot initial encounter.

I held her warm, hand-filling breasts as she moved her small body behind them. I played with her long, thick nipples and bent down to lick and suck at them. She stroked my head and sighed deeply as I worked on her wonderful bosom.

Then we moved on to deeper sucking. By unspoken agreement, we wanted to savor each other's body before we went all the way. There was a high chest of drawers in her room, so I put my hands under her smooth, hot rear and lifted her up onto it. Crouching slightly, I pushed my face between her shapely thighs and got a mouthful of her dark, fragrant bush. Then I burrowed lower and began to lick her cunt. She leaned forward and rested her breasts on my head.

"Jack. Jack!" Cindy exclaimed. "Oh, that feels marvelous. Do it to me. Make me come!"

Finding her clit and concentrating my licking on it, I did just as she said. At age nineteen, it was only the second time I'd gone down on a woman, and I didn't think she had that much experience, either. But, inspired by our instant closeness, we took right to it. Soon I had her quivering and coming indeed, tightening her legs on my head and going through a strong orgasm.

"Oh, Jack," she moaned. "Oh. Ohhh!"

Then, with a gratifying eagerness, Cindy went on to do me. Her big breasts bouncing, she jumped down off the chest of drawers. Taking my hand, she led me to her bed and had me lie back on it. Straddling my lower body on her elbows and knees, her dark hair hanging over my lap, she looked lovingly and lustfully up at me. After that, she took the tip of my upright member between her luscious red lips and began to suck on it strongly.

Cindy gave head like she really meant it, as though it came from deep within her soul. Her tongue probed around me and her dark head bobbed avidly. She took me deeper and deeper, licking along my rigid length. My stomach and thighs tensed, and soon I felt myself about to climax.

"I'm coming," I warned her. "I don't want to come in your mouth."

But it was the 1970s and there was no danger, and her dark eyes told me she wanted me to. "I want every bit of you," they seemed to say.

So, as an incredibly powerful orgasm surged through me, I let myself go. My stuff pumped, so much that some of it seeped back out of her lips around my rod. But I could see her pretty throat moving, too, as she swallowed most of it. Now we had given each other pleasure for the first time.

Cindy took her head away, moved her big-breasted little body up alongside me, and relaxed in the crook of my arm.

"I liked that," she purred. "I liked that very, very much."

"It is as though we were made for each other," I replied. "And as though we were made to have sex, first and foremost, without any outside complications."

"I'll take my cue from that," she laughed. "Because it looks like you're hard again, and you haven't yet been inside me!"

Cindy was a very candid young woman, and my member was indeed renewed. She straddled me again, this time in an upright position. Her hair and her hard-nippled breasts hung beautifully, and her warm, dark-furred sex was resting on my swollen balls. My long, thick manhood stood up along her flat belly, my sensitive underside contacting her smooth, warm flesh.

She gave me a few strokes with her hands, looking down between her breasts at me. But then, with an earnest expression on her pretty face, she met my eyes.

"Let's do it now, Jack," she said. "Let's have our first, real, wonderful fuck!"

At that, she raised herself up, and in the next instant brought her cunt down on me. She was hot, wet, and very tight as she began moving on me. The opening of her pussy, especially, was like a ring around my member that thrilled it and made it bigger and harder still.

Cindy was indeed a perfect fit in all ways. She was and would be the best partner I'd ever had.

"Oh, yes!" I gasped involuntarily. "Ride me. You can ride me all you want!"

Smiling down at me, her hair and her breasts swinging and her firm, round rear meeting my thighs, she moved faster and faster.

"Yes, Jack," she replied. "I'll give you the sweetest ride of your life!"

She had had her hands on my chest at first, but now she raised her upper body. I was treated to the lovely vision of her full torso as she balled me. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open in a pant, and her face wore an intent expression as she worked for our pleasure. It was so great to be making it with a woman who looked and acted like that.

"Oh, Jack!" she went on, even in the heat of passion. "I said we should have sex first and the rest would follow. But this is so marvelous that I wonder if we should get into everyday things at all."

As it turned out, she'd set the tone for our whole relationship. But I nodded my agreement.

We were building toward a climax now, but before we reached it she changed position. The small, big-busted brunette leaned forward again, and we rolled over on the bed. Now I was plunging into her from above, and her freely-flowing juices were wetting the mattress. I reached down and got one hand under her smooth round behind. She was so tight that I could even feel through her cleft and touch myself as I went into her! I nuzzled her hair and inhaled her perfume while she breathed hotly. She bucked her hips up at me, making love willingly and eagerly, even grunting like the purely sexual being I was finding out she was.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh," Cindy went. "Oh, Jack. Ohhh!"

But before we came, while we were deep in copulation, the bedside phone rang. And that was when I discovered what a remarkable, healthy, amoral young woman my new lover was for sure.

Freeing one hand, she picked up the phone. "Hello?" she answered, struggling to make her voice even. "Oh, hi. I'm a little busy right now. Can I call you back?"

Hanging up, she turned to me again. "It was a boyfriend," she said. "He can wait."

As I kept on humping, I was surprised yet highly turned on by the fact that she'd taken the call while I was inside her. It was then that I knew I'd never really possess her, but that that was good.

"My body is my own," she observed then, reflecting the feminine version of the current sexual revolution. "And I'll do with it what I want to."

"Again, you read my mind," I laughed. "But for God's sake, let's come!"

We certainly did. Fully concentrating once more, we brought each other off like wildfire. I kept my hand under her rear and pulled her tight hole up to me, letting my finger rub my shaft at the same time. I got my other arm under her back, reached around, and grabbed her breast, which was pressed out to bursting fullness against my chest. Her hot, wet pussy felt sensational on my big, sliding rod.

I didn't want to objectify her. But I couldn't help deciding that the definition of happiness was a dark little nymphomaniac with huge breasts and a tight snatch!

Then we came together, and what a mutual orgasm it was. Even though we'd just had great ones orally, this was the mother of all orgasms, indeed. It was the kind that would bring us back together over the years, too, because it would be hard to match with other partners. And we'd remember it when we were sleepless and alone, when we needed something that could bring happiness and peace. It carried all before it, and we gave ourselves up totally to its power.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ahhhhh!" Cindy moaned, her whole sexy body going stiff then limp, her slender arms and legs seizing me, then relaxing into bliss. Her sex became even tighter, if that was possible, and it squirted out hot juice around my deeply buried tool.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhh!" I echoed, as my fingers and toes curled. An indescribably strong feeling broke at the base of my rod, then flowed out along it and up my rigid spine. It was like a dam bursting, not only in my body but also in my soul.

Then I pumped a huge quantity of my stuff into Cindy, so much that she couldn't hold it all. And I felt more like a man than I ever had, or ever would except when we were joined.

Our climax had been so powerful that we collapsed into sleep afterwards, barely having had the energy to uncouple before we did. And I never did get back to my own college room that night, spending it in my new lover's instead.

The next morning I woke up naked in her bed, feeling so marvelous that I wanted to stay there forever. But Cindy was bouncing naked around the room, eager to get on with the day. I savored the sight of her as she went into the adjacent bathroom and brushed her teeth, her breasts and behind moving deliciously.

I hauled myself up, too, showered, and got dressed, leaving off the jacket and tie I'd worn to the dance the night before. She wiggled into short shorts, a halter top, and sandals, as I half lamented the covering up of her charms.

This was in Boston, and after some breakfast we went out into a beautiful New England autumn Saturday. We walked through the Public Gardens with their swan boats and flowers, then down Charles Street with its antique shops and cafes. Coming out at the river, we strolled along the sunny water under brilliantly-colored trees. Then we followed Commonwealth Avenue with its old mansions, and Newberry Street with its crowds of shoppers.

It was very romantic, and many male eyes were on Cindy as we passed. I felt lucky to be with her, and happy to be young and alive.

I picked up my college books and we went back to her room to do some studying, though we could barely keep our hands off each other. Then we dressed up and, blowing my budget, I took her out to dinner at luxury hotel. Afterward, we sat in a dim lounge listening to a man singing and playing love songs on the piano. But our romantic feeling carried with it the knowledge that we could also ball like crazy!

"It was love at first sight, Jack," Cindy said, her small, warm hand in mine. "Even more, though, it was sex at first sight!"

"Yes," I replied, leaning over and kissing her sensuous lips. "And I think we'd better do something about that, right now!"

But when we returned to her place, I discovered yet another remarkable side of her.

From clothes and toilet articles, I'd noticed that another woman shared her room. That woman had been out the night before, and I hadn't asked Cindy about her. But now she was home, and I wondered how we were going to have sex with her there. I didn't have to wonder for long!

"Meet my roommate, Sharon," my lover said, introducing a young, also small but big-breasted blonde. "Sharon, meet Jack."

I took the other woman's hand, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She was wearing a short, thin nightgown that did little to cover her breasts and even her lush yellow bush! Apparently she was just as free and open about sex as her roomie was.

"Hello, Jack," Sharon said, giving me a smile and a wiggle that told me something amazing was going to happen. And soon enough, it did.

Cindy took off her dress and put on a nightie too, not caring that she appeared naked to both of us. Then the three of us sat on the bed and got better acquainted. After a while, though, the women exchanged a knowing look and stripped off their nighties. Then, to my bulging eyes, they got up on their knees and began to tussle playfully! Their big breasts, naked, were matched, hard-nippled pairs that shook delightfully as they grappled. And their round, wiggling rears and tensing thighs were enough to blow my mind.

"Mercy, ladies!" I exclaimed as I watched their sexy show. "Give a guy a break!"

"No break for you," Cindy laughed, pausing. "But be patient. You'll get yours!"

Their show was for my benefit, I knew, but it was also because they were bi. Still, any jealousy I might have felt was banished by my delight in just how free my new lover was. I knew that I wouldn't even mind if she went with another man, because that would only make her more sexy to me. If you were totally free, then jealousy didn't exist!

So I sat back to watch them. Soon Cindy and Sharon stopped play-fighting and went head to foot on the mattress, with my lover on top. Their heavy breasts rested on each other's flat tummy, pressing out to the sides. Two heads, one dark and one blonde, were nestled between two pairs of shapely legs, and two sets of hands grasped firm, round rears. I began to hear loud slurping sounds as their bodies strained and they ate each other to their hearts' content. I'd never even seen two women do it together, and that kind of introduction drove me wild!

"Mmmmm!" they went as they ate their fill, surely tonguing each other's clit. "Mmmmm!"

"Ohhh!" I responded, sitting there in exquisite agony. By that time, my rod was so big and hard in my pants that I just had to free it, so I did. It sprang out and upward, throbbing strongly, a drop of liquid on its tip. As I watched the women, I began to stroke it and play along.

Cindy and Sharon went on to a wriggling, squirming, moaning orgasm. Then my dark-haired lover, coming up from between her partner's smooth wet thighs, noticed what I was doing.

"Poor Jack," she said, after licking off her spunk-soaked lips. "But now it's your turn."

"Yes, Jack," her blonde roomie echoed as they disengaged. "Come on in!"

Still a bit surprised by how forthright they were, but even more thinking how lucky I was, I tore off my clothes and did just that. To my great pleasure, they had me lie on my back while one straddled either end. Without a pause, Cindy lowered her pretty young pussy onto my lips, and I began to eat her the way I had the night before. She and Sharon were both facing forward, so that I could look up past her black bush and flat tummy to the exciting undersides of her big breasts. They bounced like a charm as she wiggled her rear and moved her sweet pubes on my mouth.

Then Sharon inched her snatch onto my upright rod. Occupied as I was by her friend, I couldn't even see her do it, which made it all the more arousing. Her hot, wet sleeve was almost as tight as Cindy's, and I especially liked the feel of her soft fur. With her hands on my hardening gut, she began to ride me slowly and enticingly. Then she took her hands off me, reached around, and cupped her roomie's breasts, letting the nipples stick out between her fingers. At nineteen, the whole encounter was something I thought I'd never see in the flesh, much less be a part of.

There they were, like two girls playfully riding a log. Only the log was me, and what's more, my log was sticking up into one of them!

And what noise they made! Cindy hadn't been that loud when we'd made it one on one, and when they'd made it together their cries had been muffled because their mouths were full. But now they really let loose.

"Oh!" my dark-haired lover shouted as I tongued her, her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth open in passion. "Oh, yes. Ohhh!" She put her hands behind her neck, which raised her breasts to full and awesome size even if her friend's hands hadn't been cupping them.

"Eee. Eee. Eee!" the other squealed, rotating her hips and her love hole on my rampant member. "Oh, I just feel so wild!"

Then, lunging and plunging, bucking and heaving, we all three came at once. A major flood of Cindy's juices met my lips as I actually felt her labia spasm against them. A similar rush of Sharon's fluid surrounded my rod as her inner muscles tightened and she went through a massive, grinding orgasm.

And, feeling like an out-of-control machine, I pumped so much stuff up into the big-breasted little blonde that I thought I'd launch her into space!

After that, I fainted for a moment, the blood having rushed from my head along with the sperm from my balls. But when I came to my senses, with the young women off me and lying on either side, I was the happiest man alive. I knew that I'd gotten into something for which many men would wait a lifetime. In the past twenty-four hours, my world had changed and been fulfilled.

And, while Sharon was great, too, it was really all Cindy. During the days ahead, the petite nympho and I balled every which way, and explored each other in mind and soul as well. We neglected our college studies, making up for it with midnight cram sessions after which we'd reward ourselves with yet another hot sex session. We went all over Boston, but all our paths seemed to lead back to her bed. Needless to say, I wanted it never to end.

But it did end, just as I'd inwardly known it would. And that brought our first parting, and the real beginning of my search for Cindy.

"I have something to tell you, Jack," she said one night, as we lay together after a particularly memorable session. "And you're not going to like it."

Her brown eyes looked up at me, and she went on. "I'm transferring to another school on the West Coast. I'd decided to do it before I met you. I've thought about changing my plans, but it wouldn't be right. It's not that I don't love you. I do."

My fingers had been playing with a strand of her dark hair, and now they strayed to her round breast. How could I live without her? I wondered. But I let her continue without a word. And she read my mind, as was our way.

"I could promise to be faithful to you," Cindy stated. "But I'm just not made that way. And you'd want me to be free, because that's part of what you love about me. You must be free, too."

There it was, and I knew she was right. If we stayed together then, our relationship might become dull or even unpleasant. Our affair was meant to be special, perfect, and apart from the everyday world. To be that, it probably couldn't go on all the time. It did have to be searched for, and in that way it would always be new.

"All right," I finally said.

"Are you sure?" she asked, her small hand stroking my chest.

"Yes," I replied, even managing a smile. "Because we both know that this isn't the end!"

The night before she left, Cindy and I made love one more time. We did it in the missionary position, slowly, tenderly, and deeply. My rod probed her hot, tight channel as though I wanted to reach the center of her being and stay there forever. Her small hips met my strong thrusts as I gazed down between us at her large, moving breasts, her flat belly and her soft, dark bush.

I was trying to fix her in my mind, not because I'd never see her again, but for the next time. We looked into each other's eyes, too, realizing again how perfectly we were mated in body and soul, and knowing each other, and ourselves, completely.

"Oh. Oh. Oh god!" we moaned in unison as we built to a climax. We were determined to make it one that would last us, and we did.

"Oh god. Ohhhhh!" we shouted as it broke over us, as we clutched for dear life at each other.

Our hot loins and then our whole bodies became involved in the marvelous tide.

Then I slid my cock out of Cindy, slowly, still wanting to remain one with her yet knowing that I couldn't. It was like a long good-bye at an airport or a train station, but in a much more intimate form.

And the next day she was gone.