Ted Leonard - Turned on virgin

"Jesus!" Sam exclaimed, but his eyes revealed that he was now a believer.

"Adults don't know everything," Cindy said.

Sam studied her pretty face for a moment. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

Cindy giggled and cooed, "I'm a girl, ain't I?"

"You sure are!" he said, and he rolled on top of her and fucked her again, viciously and anxiously.

In the days that passed, Cindy saw very little of Sam Dunne as a sex partner, but on several occasions she saw him from a distance, walking through the woods with his daughter. Once, out of curiosity, Cindy trailed them and came upon them in some underbrush. She could see only the lower portion of their bodies, but that was enough. Slim young female legs were up in the air in a wide V and big hairy male legs were thrashing on the ground. From Cindy's vantage point she could see the female cunt strangling the huge male cock, and the teen was jouncing up and down happily and gasping, "Ohh, Dad, fuck me, fuck me! DAD! I'm coming again! Ohhhhhmmmmm, Dad!"

Cindy was a luscious beauty – that face was sufficiently clear to her.

When she stood before her bedroom mirror she saw the makings of a super sexual girl.

Cindy surveyed her naked body in the long mirror on her bedroom wall. She cupped her luscious young tits in her gentle hands and admired her pink nipples. The tips of her forefingers teased them into hardness. It made her feel good.

A flash of light and a clap of thunder made her look toward the window. A dull, dreary day, pouring rain, and keeping her housebound.

She sat on the edge of her bed and stared musingly at the sheets of rain outside the window. Her mind wandered. She'd arrived home yesterday and it had been raining then, but even so, her mother went out, leaving Cindy alone. Diana Simpson was not at home today either. She had gone out to "an important job interview".

Cindy wondered what her mother was up to. From the moment Cindy had arrived home from vacation, Diana seemed different – guarded, a little shifty-eyed, secretive, almost guilty about something. Cindy wondered about that, but only until her eyes traveled back to the mirror and the lovely image of her pretty face, taut young tits, flat belly, shapely legs and furry little twat.

"Ummm," Cindy moaned, stroking her fingers over her cunt. She wondered what would help her to maximize her autoerotic pleasure. Maybe one of her mother's books.

She got up and pranced naked out of her room, down the hall and into her mother's bedroom. She remembered reading a pretty horny passage in a novel and she squatted in front of the bookcase, searching with her eyes as her dainty fingers continued to tantalize her pussy.

She couldn't find the book she wanted. Maybe her mother was reading it. She moved to the bedstand, but it wasn't there either. Turning away, a partly open dresser drawer caught her eye. Her eyes rested on a book and an oblong box. Curious as a kitten, she lifted both out of the drawer and sat on the bed with them.

Opening the book, she found pages upon pages of glossy photos of naked men and women in all sorts of fuck positions. Opening the oblong box, she found a nine-inch blue plastic vibrator.

"Oh!" she gasped.

Hugging both items to her tremulous tits, she ran back to her room and, panting with anticipation, threw herself laughing onto her bed on her back. Holding the book aloft, her blue eyes darted and danced over a picture of an evil looking old man fucking the hell out of a pretty young girl, who was chained to a stone wall – apparently a slave in a dungeon.

"Ewww," Cindy cooed, captivated by the lascivious scene. With wide eyes glued to the erotic picture, she eased the bullet-shaped vibrator into her cunt.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. She started twisting her cunt as she pulled six inches of the slick plastic cock into her little fuck-hole. Then, holding her breath, she flipped the switch.

"Ohhh!" she cried as the thick artificial cock buzzed and vibrated deep in her pussy. She stared hotly at the photo and humped her ass wildly.

There was a little problem of turning pages and holding the vibrator in her cunt at the same time. With a saucy little laugh, she drew one foot up and pressed her heel against the fuck-tool. Then she turned pages to her heart's content, fucking on the big electric dildo passionately, coming constantly on it as the full nine inches worked its way up into her twat.

"Mm, mmm, mmmm!" she was moaning, writhing her juicy little cunt-hole on the electrifying cock-toy. She was so engrossed in the book, so horny with lust, so dizzy with repetitive coming, that she never heard the front door open and close or the footsteps approach her room.

"Cindy!" Diana Simpson shrieked in horror.

"Mother!" the panting girl gasped as her pussy completed another come with violent jerks.

Diana's eyes darted over her daughter's contorted features, her sharply thrusting tits, her soaked, leaking cunt. With maternity overcoming horror, she ran to the bed, to her feverish, panting teen.

"Ohh, Cindy, Cindy," she lamented, removing the slickened dildo from the girl's wet cunt and smoothing her damp hair back out of her eyes. She sat on the bed, stroking Cindy's brow. "Are you all right?"

"All right?" Cindy queried. "I'm marvelous!"

Diana jumped away from her in another kind of horror. She stood up and stared at her sparkling, smiling daughter in disbelief. But there was no escaping the truth. She gazed upward in a gesture of hopelessness. Then, maternal concern turning into maternal indignation, she glared at Cindy and said, "Here I am worrying about your God-damned morals, running all over this shitty town just to get laid once in a while, and all the time you're about as virginal as my ass! Cindy, how could you!"

"But, mother," Cindy objected. "How could I tell you? You're not the easiest person to talk to. I mean, you still treat me like a child and I just never got the chance to talk to you."

Diana started to defend her position, but she bit her tongue, looking at her lovely daughter's womanish body. Suddenly she burst into laughter and ran to Cindy and hugged her and cued, "Oh… I'm sorry, Cindy, I'm sorry! Can you forgive an old mother hen?"

"Sure," Cindy laughed with her, hugging her in return. "Only let's be friends instead of mother and daughter."

Diana drew back and teased one of Cindy's pink nipples playfully. "Just what are you suggesting, young lady?"

Cindy giggled and, with youthful candor, said, "Oh, Mother, let's fuck our asses off! Together! Bring your men home to your bed. And I'll bring my friends home, too. We'll share."

"Share?"

"Yes! Yes!" Cindy cried excitedly. "You can fuck my men and I'll fuck your men. No jealousy, no possessiveness, just fuck, fuck, fuck! Ohh, Mother, we can go through life having loads and loads of fun!"

Diana was stunned by the idea, but she said affectionately, "How you've grown."

"Then we'll do it?" Cindy laughed. "Please say yes! I don't want to sneak around."

"Neither do I," Diana admitted.

"Well, then?" Cindy pressed.

Diana paced the floor, head lowered in deep thought. When she finally looked up again, she was smiling. Her ample tits were high, her eyes were twinkling, and she laughed, "Why not!"

"Ohhh, Motherrrrrr!" Cindy squealed with delight. She leapt from the bed and threw herself into her mother's welcoming arms and shed tears of happiness.

"Let's start tight now!" Cindy blurted.

"And how would we do that?" Diana asked.

"Mr. Barrett," Cindy laughed. "We'll get him over here on some pretext."

"Barrett!" Diana yelped. "Has that old geezer been fucking you?"

"Yes, yesss," Cindy panted. "And Uncle Ken and Baron and there was this big man on the train and then there were the three men at the beach and…"