"Again," Cindy ordered, caressing her soaked cunt lewdly in her fingers. "I really dig it!"
"Christ, that's a classic understatement if I ever heard one," Brian sighed. He knew it would take him at least a few minutes to get another hard-on.
"Look, we're both sweating. Let's take a shower together, okay, Cindy?" he suggested.
"Will you teach me something new?"
Brian grinned.
"You bet I will, honey. I'll teach you a trick you won't forget."
He followed her into the shower, and his cock sparked hotly as he watched her lush little asscheeks bounce and sway. It didn't matter who took her virginity, because he was positive she had at least one cherry left. If her tiny asshole was half as exciting as her greedy cunt, they were both in for an unforgettable experience.
He turned the warm spray on and let her soap him down first. She kneeled to lather suds on his long cock, grasping it eagerly in her hot mouth first, working her lips on it far a minute. Then Cindy soaped his balls down, massaging them lustfully in her fingers.
When Brian's turn came, he started by lathering her silky wet tits. His meat throbbed fiercely. He stroked suds on her belly, then her velvety inner thighs, inserting a soapy finger into her boiling cunt and stroking until Cindy was moaning and jerking passionately on his fucking finger.
"Stick it in me now," she panted, "I'm all worked up. Come on, I'M HOT!"
"Not yet," Brian said, still kneeling. "Turn around, Cindy. We'll get your cute ass clean first."
She turned and he soaped her plump tawny cheeks and the crack of her ass. He soaped plenty of suds around her puckered little anus. Even if she wasn't fully developed yet, the blonde had an ass that was so juicy and golden he could almost climax just from squeezing the satiny ripe flesh.
"Okay," he said, standing. "Lean against the wall and put your palms against it. Now stand back a little and spread your legs, Cindy, you know, like being frisked by a cop. That way, I can get my gun off."
Cindy ignored the joke, too wildly aroused far wisecracks. Her wet tits panting, she waited, undulating her hips. Her cunt pulsed eagerly. Brian lathered more suds on his pounding meat.
"Okay, now just let me find the right spot," he said.
He pretended to grope with the head of his burning cock until he had it directly against her slippery asshole. Seizing her hips quickly, he slammed forward in a brutal lunge.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Cindy shrieked, stunned by the sudden blazing force of his massive cock tearing into her tender asshole. "N-no! You bastard! Eeeee! S-stop! Nnnnn!"
But the slightest movement on her part to wrench free only intensified the ripping hot pain her bowels, and added fire to Brian's lust. Grunting over the tight, delicious pressure of her squirming asshole, he began to piston his rod deep into her narrow cunt tunnel, seizing her wet asscheeks lewdly.
"Ooooooo shit, that's fantastic!" Brian groaned, slamming deeper and harder until his balls were grinding against her quivering cheeks. "What an ass! Hang on, Cindy, aaaaaaah!"
Obscenely impaled by his massive burning rod, all Cindy could do was take it. A dozen curses rose to her lips. With each savage thrust into her blazing bowels, the breath was pushed out of her lungs. Tears of agony streamed down her cheeks as Brian pumped in and out of her squirming asshole with depraved bliss. He gritted his teeth to keep from shooting off her rocks.
"Juicy wild ass!" he gasped. "Oh baby, it's sooooo tight and luscious, Jesus!"
"D-d-dirty bastard!" Cindy finally managed to wail. "S-s-sneaky fucker! Hate you!"
But Cindy couldn't deny it was exciting in a violent, obscene way. His huge cock knob felt as if it were ripping up to her belly, reaching into the pit of her stomach. Sobbing furiously, she darted a hand down to her cunt and began finger fucking herself frantically, trying to take her mind off the tearing hot pain. She rammed two fingers into her throbbing cunt, wriggling and pumping in a frenzy.
With the shower on, her tortured moans and his excited groans, neither of them could hear the phone ring. Even if they could, they were too locked in lust to care.
Cindy began to have a fierce orgasm. It blended with the battering anguish in her asshole. And when he began to spurt his boiling cream into her churning bowels, a low scream of torture-ecstasy rolled from her throat. Her ravaged ass and inflamed cunt were a mass of roaring fire, so intense and shattering to her tender loins that she shuddered in a mad spasm from head to toe.
"Christ that was… aaaaah… That was – mmmmm! – too much, Cindy," Brian panted, slipping out his deflated cock. "Sorry, baby, I couldn't resist it. Your ass is so hot and beautiful."
Cindy turned around, her eyes stung with tears.
"That was the trick you wanted to teach me, huh, Brian? I don't like dirty tricks. But here's one for you to remember, baby."
Swiftly, and trembling with rage, Cindy brought her knee up violently into his balls. Groaning with shock, he doubled over, steed with pain. Cindy smiled, feeling much better.
"Next time ask first. I would have said yes, you dummy," she hissed. "I think that over while your cock is out of commission for a few days."
She stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and went into her room. She dried half off, realizing ass fucking wasn't that awful really, but the cocky little bastard deserved a lesson in manners. Next time, he'd be polite and cautious. But in the heat of ha anger and lust, she'd forgotten her original purpose was to line him up for Gloria. Cindy began to worry. Mother girl had told her about the knee-in-the-groin trick. She said that they couldn't screw for at least a day or two.
Cindy bit her lips with frustration and anxiety. Where was Gloria anyway. Why hadn't she called? She walked into the brunette's bedroom, dialed information and called the library. Gloria hadn't been in ail day. She heard the shower still going. He must still be trying to catch his breath, she thought with satisfaction. Cindy went into Brian's room and got the bottle of wine. She brought it into Gloria's bedroom, crawled into her bed, and sat up against two propped pillows.
She sipped the wine and smoked a cigarette waiting and worrying and wondering. Maybe she shouldn't tell Gloria about her fuck session with Brian. Maybe the brunette would be furious with her. She might even throw her out of the house.
Sobbing at the thought, Cindy gulped more wine. The swift, violent sexual awakening of the entire day left her mind dazed and her young body completely exhausted. She was sound asleep in Gloria's bed in ten minutes. She fantasized getting on her knees before the ravishing brunette, begging her forgiveness and licking her thighs eagerly.
All she ever wanted was a little love and affection. Her last thought before she dropped into a deep sleep was that beautiful, sweet Gloria would give love to her, always.
But an endless chain of savage thrills would come to torment her innocent young mind and body.
Gloria didn't get back to her house until eleven that evening. She brought her armload of packages upstairs, and went directly to Cindy's room. She opened the door without knocking, a frown crossing her face when she saw the empty bed. Going to Brian's room, she didn't bother to knock. She saw the room was dark from the crack at the bottom of the door. She opened his door and stepped in softly. He was sleeping alone.
Gloria's heart began to beat with alarm. All her plans would be shot to hell if Cindy ran away. She hurried to her own bedroom, opened the door breathlessly and let out a long, shaking sigh of relief.
Cindy was asleep in her bed. Quietly, Gloria deposited the packages on her dresser and went over to the bed, kicking over the empty wine baffle in the darkness. Damn, she thought, the poor darling was worried to death about me and drank herself to sleep.
Gloria went to the edge of the bed and switched on the lamp. Cindy stirred, blinked her eyes and then hugged her fiercely, sobbing with relief and fear.