Chapter One-Cindy
This is a true history. name calling have been changed to protect the guilty.
Her name was Cindy, and she worked the evening displacement at the local Seven-Eleven. In those serious days, computer memory provided free coffee bean to client, and my crew and I always stopped at Cindy's store to grab fag and whatever on the way to the rig. One evening, Jake asked me if I had ever noticed that Cindy was always reading a Penthouse Forum when we came in. I hadn't noticed, but would control it out the next clip we stopped in.
Cindy was about five four, short red haircloth, just slightly plump, and had a massive set of bosom. Truly amazing in the mammary department. She also had a indicative way of carrying on a conversation, turning a lot of affair into a sexual insinuation. next day, I looked over the counter where she had laid down her Penthouse and asked her what she was reading. She blushed a lilliputian, and flashed the lowly book, mumbling something about"just whatever, to pass along the time."I got really sheer, and asked if she had ever tried any of it, or did she have any favorites ? She got a fiddling redder, and said no, but some of it was really interesting. Totally emboldened now, I said she should tick some passages and I would buy the book she was reading the next day. Then the crew started honking and hollering, and I had to go. She didn't commit, either way.
Next afternoon, when we stopped, Cindy's booster Jackie was in the stock. Jackie was a petite blond, big tits, always dressed like a girly-girl, and was a sum putz teaser. Not only a prick tormentor, she did her best to step in with anyone talking to Cindy when she was around. Jackie always had to be the center of attention, and was a rattling pain in the ass. The bunch and I got our stuff, paid, and left.
Later, when I got into my hammock from the depot, I found a small Penthouse Forum tucked into the bottom of the sack. No tick off passing, but there was a note that said I should mark what worry me and return the ledger the succeeding day. I read the whole thing, cover to embrace, and there was some really kinky stuff in there. I thought at the prison term, people were making this up, or Penthouse was writing stuff just to deal. Little did I know ! I marked some pretty vanilla handing over, mostly straight sex and some blow-jobs, and tucked the little magazine away in my truck.
When we stopped by the store the next day, I made the clip hand off to Cindy, and found a new Penthouse meeting place in the bottom of my sack. This time, there were two commemorate passages, and Cindy's headphone number at home, and at the memory board. I called that night, and we talked for a while, but with one thing and another, couldn't get together. Work got really busy, the rig moved, and our hours changed, so I didn't get to see Cindy for several Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. One of the crew came to work and severalise me that the"little red head at the fund wants you to hollo her."
I called as soon as I got off work and found a phone, and Cindy had won some tickets to a concert, and did I desire to go with her ?
Did I ? I made some musical arrangement, got person else to crop for me the next night, and was right on prison term to piece Cindy up at the Seven-Eleven. Trouble was, Jackie was there, and wanted Cindy to do something else, with her, and I really thought that the concert was down the drain, for a little while. We finally shook Jackie, and headed for Billy Bob's Lone-Star State, about a two minute movement. We did a lot of talking on the way there, and she felt up my gumshoe, had her hired hand inside my pants, and I felt up her tits, and got my hand on her snatch, so we had to pull over and straighten up before we went into Billy Bob's. We danced, drank, felt each former up some more, and finally left and found the cheeseparing motel. I don't commend the name of the motel, just that I had Cindy's clothes off about two minutes after we got in the door, and that when I tried to enter her, after some very minimal fore-play, she was the tightest pussy I had ever encountered ! So we did some more fore-play, and I fingered her clit and mouth until her lube juices started to flux, and tried again. She was still incredibly tight, and hot. Hotter than I had ever experienced. What with the alcohol, and the delayed entry, and whatever, I didn't live very long, was really"quick out of the chute ”, but Cindy managed to cum twice, anyway, the second one she shuddered and squealed so loud I thought we would probably have individual knocking at the door in a few minutes !
We rested, just holding each other, and I told Cindy I would try to do better the side by side time. She snuggled her border up against me and assured me that that was the"best she had been done in a farseeing, long, time."Somewhat reassured, I tried to reside for a few proceedings, but with Cindy, there was no resting. She took my gumshoe in her soft little hand, and rubbed and jacked and rolled those big breast on me until I couldn't resist, and was hard again. I tried to get her to blow me, but she wouldn't do that. I was disappointed, after all the Penthouse forum public lecture, but contented myself with what was at deal, and soon had a raging hard-on, and was fucking Cindy wildly in the missionary perspective. Her snatch was just as hot and almost as tight as the first time, but this time, I had one of those beer hard-on that just wouldn't quit, and fucked her until she squealed and screamed so cheap I had to strangle her mouth with a pillow. I finally came, spewing what seemed like a gallon of cum in that hot pussy, and she was moaning into that pillow for ten minutes after we finished.
We slept for a yoke of hr, and I woke up with Cindy's nice big butt snuggled up into my hawkshaw, which was again semi-hard. A little rubbing against her wet, hairy catch, and semi-hard became hard, and I slipped into her from arse. She wasn't fully awake, but when I started pumping into her, with a big tit in each hand, she came awake and grabbed a pillow to confess into. After that was over, we drifted off again, and didn't wake up until sunlight was coming through the screen.
We jumped into the shower together, and Cindy washed me all over with hot urine and motel soap. I washed her all over too, and would have tried to have it away her in the cascade, but she pleaded that she had to gain body of work and was also sore as hell. We got back in the hand truck, and started driving home plate. After about forty mile, out of Dallas proper, Cindy started playing with my shaft, and got it out of my knickers. I was thinking BLOW-JOB, but she would only get down and suckle a dyad of times, then jack me off some more. This went on almost a half 60 minutes, before she got me off in her hand, and caught the cum in a purloined motel hand towel that she had brought for just that purpose.
After the road trip, I managed to get together with Cindy about three or more times a week. We would meet after work, and go out to seclude roads and fuck on a blanket, sometimes to her menage, and occasionally to a motel. Always we would fuck like mink coat, and Cindy never got any looser in the pussy department. Then she bought some KY jelly, and I started to eat her some before intercourse, and it was a lot easier to get in her. She was always the hottest pussy I was ever into. Even after I started to eat her on a regular basis, ( which made her squeal and scream louder than getting fucked ), she never would feed me a blow-job. She got where she would suck me hard, then quit and want to fuck, no matter how much I bitched, griped, pleaded, begged or bribed.
One night after we had both got off employment at 11:00, I picked Cindy up in the topical anaesthetic honky-tonk parking lot, where we could leave her car until 2:00 AM without it being noticed, then went out to the lake where there was a spot that no one that didn't know it was there could drive to. We fooled around in the cab of the truck for a while, and then Cindy wanted to get out where there was More room. For some reason, we threw the blanket over the tailboard of the truck, and I laid Cindy down in the bed so I could put up up and bonk her. We fucked hot and grueling for a few minutes, with Cindy squealing and moaning, as usual. I pulled her out of the bed, and bent her over the tailgate, because we both liked how lots profoundly I could get in her from buttocks. She really liked to be on her knees and be done doggy panache, but set over a tailboard was just as good. Her succus and some KY had run down the crack of her ass, and while I was humping into her, I let my thumb brush over her whoreson. She moaned and squealed, so I rubbed her lilliputian browned rosebud with my pollex, rubbing in her hocus-pocus and the KY. She moaned louder, so I got the KY subway system and squirted a dollop on her lilliputian brownness ruck, and worked it with my thumb, banging her from behind all the time. I slipped my ovolo into her sloshed hole, and she went wild, humping back against me and trying to get more dick in her pussy and to a greater extent thumb in her ass. This went on for a few more heart, and I pulled my thumb and my dick out.
"Get ready"I told her.
"No !"she screamed,"I've never done it there !"But it was too belated to stop me now, and I had a hard-on that would have done mention to a stud poker horse. I was at the entering of her sea star, and then about half in, I hit her interior sphincter muscle. Her ass was tight, and if anything, spicy than her kitty. She had gone silent when I entered her asshole, but when I put enough energy into her to get all the way in, she squealed !
"Eeee !"
"Unh"I pushed in deeper.
"Eeee !"
"Unh"I pulled out to the head, then pushed in all the way.
"Eeeee, eeeee, eeeeee !"
I pushed in, pulled out, and every clock time I did, Cindy squealed. Finally, her rosebud got lubed enough with all the KY, and I steadied down to a rhythm, and she was only squealing on the in strokes.
"Do you like this ?"I bent over and asked her.
"I don't know. It's tight and hot and hurts ! You got my cocksucker cherry red, you bastard ! Eeeee !"
She continued to squeal and I continued to pump in and out of her bunghole. She never quit squealing, but soon enough, she started to push back against me, and her rosebud was lubed and slick so I could pump in and out fairly well. I finally came, squirting hot cum trench in Cindy's tight trivial poop chute, and when I did, she squealed her loudest"Eeeeee !"and shuddered all over as she got her own release. She told me later that an anal orgasm was more intense than any other, and after that, I believed her. She lay over the tailgate, twitching and shuddering, and I lay over her, with my softening tool still inside her. I couldn't move for about ten minutes or so, after that.
Later, as we were driving back to township, Cindy asked that I never fuck her ass when we were in a motel, or at her house. She said that she had to oink like a pig to savour it. I started calling her my piffling Miss Piggy and she would just smile, and never say a intelligence. When I asked her what it felt like, she said,"You feel like a ling marijuana cigarette being shoved up my ass that stretches me out and hits all the right places. Now that you got my cherry red, I think I like it."
We continued to meet and get it on, and sometimes Cindy would ask me if I wanted to"make up me fink like a pig ?"Of form, I always did, and I enjoyed ass-fucking her and she loved to be fucked in the ass. We also continued to learn and discuss Penthouse meeting place clobber, and I got the idea I wanted to knock off Cindy's twat. At first off, she was against it, but I continued to bring it up, and finally she agreed to try it. I got a new razor, and some paring crème, and we went to a motel for the night. After a hot shower, I lathered Cindy's genitals up, and while she was lying back on the bed, proceeded to knock off her bare. Her slit back talk pouted out with no hairy shrub to cover them, and when I had her completely knavish, I turned her over and shaved the sparse hairs out of her ass crack. She looked so proficient, and I got so horny shaving her, that I just had to eat her to respective orgasms before I mounted her barker style and fucked her so hard I was banging her straits up against the headboard of the bed. I kept her shaved bare for a long metre, and she enjoyed being shaved, and the aftermath, which was usually a long session of purulent eating. I mostly didn't shave her ass fissure again, because if not shaved down regularly, half grown hairs can really be prickly on your gumshoe !
Cindy then got the idea that she wanted to try bondage, and maybe some brightness S & M. I didn't have a problem with the thrall, so we got some cheapo neckties on sale, and I started to tie Cindy up and gag her before fucking her. I would tie her men behind her back, or make her kneel and tie her arm behind her wooden leg, and fuck her doggy-style. Once, I tied her ankles to her bedposts, bent her over and tied her wrist joint behind her genu, gagged her, and proceeded to lube her up and ass-fuck her in her own bed. ( Her youngster were gone at the time, and we were both fairly sot. )
We tried several things we read in Penthouse, mostly S & M stuff and nonsense, and usually Cindy wanted it tried on her. I spanked her ass with my hand, a swath, and a Ping-Pong boat paddle that she got for us. Later, I got another paddle and took the rubber Earth's surface off, sanded it smooth, and drilled pickle in it. Cindy called that one the"Ass Blisterer ”. ( She really got off on having her ass blistered. ) I had to acquit a paddle in my truck, because once when we were at the lake, I started spanking her with my hand. She said it wasn't getting the job done, so I cut a willow limb, and wore her out across her big ass and almost to the rear of her knees, then fucked her in the ass. She screamed, howled, squealed, and finally cried. She was wringing wet with sweat, and panting like a steam engine. So was I. Later, she told me it was one of the most intense sex experiences she had ever had, but the weal from the willow rod didn't go down for days.
We went to a sex shop, and got her a set of nipple clamps. Cindy had nipples that stuck out nearly an column inch when aroused, and I found that she liked to have them played with, bitten, ( not to hard, just nipped ), clamped, and even iced. Her nips really stood up when I would tie her up and rub them with ice third power. Later, we found that common clothes pins worked better than her pap clamps, gripping harder and getting more airfoil. Even better was a diminished set of electrical clinch, called"alligator jaws."Cindy said that they felt like I had my dentition on both of her tits and wouldn't let go.
Whatever we tried, and whatever Cindy got done to her, we always looked for something new. The only thing lacking was her reluctance to throw a all over blow-job. She just said she didn't want to. I couldn't get any further than that. One night, when I had her tied up, clothes rowlock on her nipples, and had thoroughly warmed her ass with the ping-pong paddle ; I thought she was going to go all the way with sucking my dick. I stayed in her mouth until I was almost there, but she managed to extract off, and begged me to bed her titty. I had titty-fucked her a few times, but we both usually preferred me to cum in her ass, or her hot short snatch. That charwoman had the spicy pickle I ever experienced. Anyway, titty-fucking didn't workplace out to well with her tied and clamped, so I bent her over on the carpet and fucked her ass, after I got it pretty well blistered with the table tennis paddle again. She said she didn't sit down for three days. I'll admit I blistered her ass pretty full because of frustration, but she squealed like a pig and enjoyed it anyway.
Cindy and I had one serious falling out, and we nearly didn't get back together again. She wanted to try a DP. I didn't want to share my sex experiences with her with another man. I asked how she was going to pull off a DP when she wouldn't suck a peter all the way, and she said that wasn't what she had in mind. She wanted to be fucked in her ass and snatch at the same time. I was NOT centripetal to doing her that way with another man involved. She still refused to have me a gross blow-job, and I was getting Sir Thomas More and more obsessed with running my dick down her throat and human face fucking her tonsils. So, we had a spat, and parted .