Ted Leonard: Turned on virgin

When he released her, Cindy collapsed panting on the sofa, cupping her hard, tingling tits and curling kittenishly in obvious pleasure.

Brown was thoroughly smitten. "If you only knew what you do to a man," he said lustily, his hot eyes devouring her lovely naked body. "I have to see all of you."

Drunk with flaming desires, he rolled her over onto her thrusting young tits and, to Cindy's surprise, fell on her ass, kissing it rapturously.

"Why, Mr. Brown!" Cindy gasped, thrilling to his hands and lips and tongue. He grew so feverishly excited that her whole ass was left glistening with his hot saliva. Not yet satisfied, he parted her asscheeks with his anxious thumbs and flicked his tongue over her asshole. "What a sweet asshole you have," he groaned. He thrust his tongue into it.

"Oh!" Cindy gasped as the hot thing invaded her tight but wet asshole. "You make me feel so naughty!"

To prove it, she got up on her knees and, with her face and tits pressed to the sofa, she held her ass aloft for him. Grunting like a pig at a trough of slop, he burrowed his tongue into her wriggly asshole and sucked her out, while his fingers dug into her cunt through her hot come-juice mingled with his slimy jism. Cindy came almost instantly, rocking and moaning and gyrating her ass to excite him to further experiments.

Intoxicated by the combined odors of Cindy's asshole and cunt, he wrapped his arms around her swiveling hips and feasted royally on her, licking and sucking her asshole, cunt and clit, drawing his hot tongue all over her burning crotch area from pussy to ass. This drove Cindy mad with female lust.

"Ohhh, fuck me again!" she cried. "Give me your cock! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me!"

Brown climbed gasping onto the sofa behind her and fulfilled both her wishes. He thrust his prick into her gushy twat. When his ramming cock was drenched with her pussy juice, he urged it up into her ass, fucking just as hard there. Then he let his prick plop out of her tight asshole and back into her delicious young cunt. Rhythmically, he transferred his cock from cunt to asshole, from asshole to cunt-fucking, driving, ramming, now in this gash, now in that slit, now here, now there – until Cindy was a breathless, quivering hunk of hot female flesh, coming repeatedly.

The result was one truly fucked Cindy and one happy neighbor, both of whom were exhausted as Cindy lay moaning and writhing beneath his hot gaze of satisfaction.

"I came six times!" she gasped, squeezing her delighted tits.

"You're a beautiful child," Brown said. "And I thought you were a nice man," Cindy cooed, smiling impishly.

"That was nice, wasn't it?"

Cindy got up and pulled on her shorts to stem the flow of his oozing come from her twat. "I just didn't know you were that kind of man," she said, putting her sweater on. She went to the door, puzzled about something.

"Drop by tomorrow evening," Brown said. "Mrs. Brown won't be home."

Cindy didn't reply. She pranced down the steps to her bike, straddled the seat, and pedaled away, still short of breath.

She arrived home to find her mother ensconced in the recliner, her lewd eyes fixed on her erotic picture book, her twat choking her vibrator, the buzzing sound muffled by her bushy snatch. Cindy sank heavily onto the sofa and heaved a sigh.

"What is it?" Diana asked, setting the book down and turning off the pseudo-cock. "You look absolutely glowing!"

"I've just been fucked!" Cindy emoted.

"Oh? Who was the lucky man?"

"Mr. Brown."

"Mr. Brown!" Diana exclaimed, extracting the soaked dildo from her swollen cunt. "Well, well. I guess we never know where our next cock will come from."

"Just look at me!" Cindy cried, spreading her legs and looking down at her wet shorts.

"Darling, you shouldn't tease your mother when she's horny," Diana said. She went over to Cindy and dropped to her knees, unzipping her daughter's damp shorts. "Mmmmm, I can smell his come. Let me see what the nasty man did to you."

She drew Cindy's shorts down and gazed at her come-smeared white thighs. Cindy's sweet cunt was oozing more come. "Mmmmm," Diana moaned again and started licking up the male jism. "This is how cats clean their kittens. Sensual."

Cindy caught her breath as her mother's soft lips touched her cunt, and she gasped when Diana dipped out hot come with her tongue. When her thighs and pussy were spotless and Diana was still licking, Cindy squealed, "Mother! You're EATING me!"

"Don't be silly, darling," Diana laughed sensuously, and resumed eating her pretty daughter's darling young cunt. But when Cindy splayed her legs and panted, "Ewww, suck me," Diana stood up.

"What a hot piece you are," she laughed. "It's all Mr. Brown's fault! And he said he wanted to give me a jar of jam!"

"Where is it?" Diana asked.

Cindy giggled. "I guess I forgot it."

Cindy felt dwarfed as she stood on the plush carpet before the large oaken desk of the most powerful man in town.

"Now let me get this straight," Ernie 'King' Stern said around the big cigar in his mouth. "Some guys in a bar steered you to me and you want me to do this job for you, but you don't have any money."

Cindy fought down her nervousness as the big man's cold eyes stared right through her. "I was told you can do anything," she said weakly.

"That's true. But it costs, sweetheart, it costs. You need about two bills."

"Well, yes, I know, but, well, I thought maybe… I mean, I don't have any money, but, well, don't you think I'm pretty?"

King Stern's steely eyes moved over her curve-filled minidress, but they didn't light up like Cindy expected, they would. "Pussy?" he laughed. "You want to trade your ass? What makes you think it's worth two hundred bucks?"

Afraid that he was turning her down, Cindy blurted, "But I need your help. Please help me. I'll do anything, anything! You can eat me and fuck my pussy and my ass, too. I'll suck your cock – as many times as you want me to. But please, help me."

King leaned back in his chair and laughed till Cindy reddened with embarrassment. "Sweetheart," he said, "your cunt may be at a premium back home, but pussies like yours are a dime a dozen to me. I have movie actresses that pay off their debts to me with their asses. I fuck the mayor's wife every Wednesday night."

"Oh!" Cindy gasped, impressed.

King went on. "Just last night a broad who couldn't pay up brought me her two daughters as gifts. Her daughter sucked my cock and I fucked her other daughter till she passed out."

"Goodness!" Cindy gasped, feeling heat in her aroused cunt.

"And you offer me your body?" King chuckled.

"But what can I do?" Cindy cried helplessly.

"Earn the bread," King said. "You look like a nice kid to me. I'll tell you what I'll do. You go downstairs to the restaurant. Sit in the corner booth near the window. I'll send some guys who'll pay to fuck you. In a few days you'll have two bills – then come and see me."

"A few days!" Cindy exclaimed. "But I wanted you to help me now, this afternoon!"

The phone rang and King took a few minutes to dispatch some business concerning race horses. Then he said, "I ain't Santa Claus. My time's valuable and I don't do nothing for nothing."

Another phone rang, and as King muttered about shipments from Turkey, Cindy admired his gold watch, big diamond ring and ruby stickpin. Hanging up, King said, "Run along, sweetheart. I'm busy."

The phone rang again. King listened as Cindy went to the door. "Hold it, kid," he said, then into the phone, "No sweat, Pete. I've got just what we need." He hung up and said, "This is your lucky day. I can help you."

"Oh, you can?" Cindy cried.

King looked at his watch. "Yeah. For two hours of your time. A little job for you. It pays a C-note an hour. I'll keep the bread and do that little job for you."