J Watson - Chained women

"I'm going to do it!" he cried. "Oh fuck, Cindy! Oh shit! I'm going to come! I'm going to fill your cunt with my cum!"

She tightened up as he poured his cum into her cunt. He jerked and moaned and his prick kept shooting wads of stuff into her.

Finally he fell away.

He barely had time to get his pants buttoned up before another boy was there. He was a red-haired boy with a nice smile. He unbuckled his trousers and slid them down to his knees.

"Jesus," he said as he fell over Cindy and inserted his cock.

He had a magnificent cock. She felt it push against her cunt walls as he entered, and the friction was a nice pleasant feeling.

She didn't try to stay with him either. She moved her hips a little and he popped almost before he got his cock in good. She knew then that he was a virgin. He started to draw out and she caught his arm.

"No," she said. "Stay a minute. You might as well get your money's worth."

"But I can't go again," he said. "I've already shot my wad."

"Sure you can," Cindy advised.

She began to move her hips under him and his limp prick began to get hard.

He looked at her in disbelief. "I'm getting hard again."

"Sure you are," Cindy smiled. "I know what makes you feel good."

This time he gave her a good fucking. They rocked gently back and forth for a long while, his prick just touching her cunt walls and his strong chest rubbing against her tits.

"Oh yes!" Cindy cried. "Oh yes, do it! You feel so good against me! So good!"

This time he gave a loud groan, his prick grew and expanded, and his cum began to pour into her waiting cunt.

"Thank you, Cindy," he said. "Oh God, thank you."

She gave his head a little pat as he moved away from her. It was a shy one's turn. He was a small boy who was the quarterback for the football team. His friends pushed him forward.

"No," he said. "I don't think so. I think someone else ought to go next."

"What's the matter?" Cindy asked, smiling. He turned a bright shade of red. "I can't," he said in a low voice.

"You can't?" Cindy asked. "Why can't you?" There was a loud cheer at the boy's expense. "He can't!" one boy yelled. "Maybe he can only make it with a football!"

"Come here," Cindy said.

He approached her. Cindy got on her knees. She unbuckled the boy's pants and took them down.

Then she rolled his shorts down.

His limp prick looked pitiful. Again the boys laughed, and Cindy felt her heart go out to the boy.

"Don't worry," she said. "Momma will help." She bent her head and brushed her lips across the tip of his cock. He drew back suddenly.

"Don't do that," he said.

"Just trust me," Cindy urged. "I'll make it better."

Cindy licked down the underside of his cock. She licked his balls. She ran her tongue back up to the tip of his prick.

"It's going to feel good," Cindy promised. "Just relax."

The boy was so frightened that he could hardly move. There was a great deal of tension in his back and shoulders. There was fear in his eyes.

Cindy sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. She teased at his tiny hole with her tongue. She was rewarded by a stirring of his cock!

He was beginning to feel something. She smiled at herself. If anyone knew how to suck cocks, Cindy did. She was capable of bringing even the deadest cock back to life.

She sucked him in all the way to his balls. He gave a soft groan. It grew louder as his prick began to grow. It became firm and strong in her mouth.

"There," Cindy said, drawing away. "Who told you you couldn't get it hard?"

"Another girl," the boy admitted. There was the gleam of pride in his eyes.

"She must have been sick," Cindy said. "It's a good cock. It'll make the girls happy."

Cindy looked up at the waiting boys, their faces alive with anticipation.

"But now we better put it somewhere," she said.

She fell back and pulled him over on top of her. His cock pushed at her pussy entrance.

"Let me," Cindy said.

She took his cock in hand and guided him into her hot pussy. He gave a groan as his cock went in. She tightened on his cock and he groaned louder.

"Fuck me," Cindy urged. "Give it to me good!" The boy needed no more encouragement. He began to fuck her cunt furiously, and this time Cindy went with him. His cock felt good in her cunt and she began to get tingles up and down her back.

"Oh Jesus!" the boy cried. "I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm coming!"

"So am I, baby!" Cindy said. "Your cock is doing it to me! I can feel you squirting! Oh God, oh God, oh God!"

He collapsed on top of her. His hot sweaty body felt good to Cindy, and she hugged him to her.

"It was Goddamn good," Cindy whispered into his ear so that the others couldn't hear. "Better than anybody."

The young boy flushed with pride as he got up and buckled his trousers.

This time three boys came at her at once. They almost fought each other to get to her first.

"Hold it," Cindy said. "I can take you all on. Just go easy. We've got a long time."

Cindy was sore as hell. She got up and buttoned herself back into her clothes. Her cunt ached. Her mouth ached. One of the boys had fucked her ass and that hurt also. Cindy trudged wearily out of the dugout. A dozen boys lay on the soft green grass. They looked contented. Cindy sincerely hoped they were.

"I'm going home," she said.

She was surprised at the boys. Each one of them jumped up and offered her a ride.

"Why thank you," Cindy said, "but it's just a short walk."

"Nothing is too good for you," Jim said. "We'll take you home. And if there's every anything else we can do for you, just ask."

Cindy thought about what Jim had said, and she naturally thought about the Cross brothers. She hated the Cross brothers more than anybody she had ever known.

They were cruel and she had been hurt many times by them. Very few people wanted to mess with the Cross brothers, but an entire football team? She looked at Jim's broad shoulders. He might be strong enough. And the others? Surely they could handle the Cross brothers.

"Jim?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Did you really mean it when you asked if there was anything you can do for me?"

"You know I did."

"Then there is something you can do for me."

Slowly she outlined her situation with the Cross brothers. Jim smacked a hard fist into his hand after he had heard her entire story.

"Those fucking bastards!" he said. "I'll tell you what. Don't you worry about them any more. They won't be coming to see you."

"But they're very strong," Cindy said.

"Don't you worry," Jim assured her. "We'll handle the Cross brothers."

Kathy Cross was feeling hot again. She had expected Jimmy to come by today and she had prepared herself for him. But Jimmy hadn't shown up. She put away her little nightie that she was going to model for him and started fixing her brothers' supper.

Her brothers came in early. They seemed to be proud of themselves for something. They were laughing and patting each other on the back.

"Ahh, Kathy," Donald said. "We had a good paycheck this week and we've got an order for more work."

"Good," Kathy said.

She put their supper on the table and they ate like starving men. Now and then Donald would look up at her and laugh. As she moved around the table to serve them he allowed his hand to brush her ass with more familiarity than usual.

"You're getting a figure on you, girl!" Donald boomed. "Soon enough the boys will start chasing you."

"They're already chasing me," Kathy admitted.

"They are?" Donald questioned, laughing. "You tell me who the little beggar is and I'll cut his little pecker off."

Kathy laughed too, but she had a feeling her brother meant it. She would never dare to tell him about Jimmy. Donald quit eating. He wiped his hands on the tablecloth and then reached across the table and drew Kathy into his lap.