Ted Leonard - Turned on virgin

Then she crawled on all fours over to Cliff's cock and, sticking out her tongue, gave it delicious little licks.

"I'll suck each of you hard," she said. "Please. Let's do it again. I may never get it like this again. Please?"

The men began to smile and Cindy sighed with relief, licking at Cliff's stiffening cock. Cliff shoved it into her mouth. "Start sucking, baby," he said thickly.

Cindy awoke the next morning feeling like a new girl. She kicked the covers from her nude body, still glowing from the aftermath of yesterday's soul-searing triple-fuck, and her hands flew to her erogenous zones, one to her lifting young tits, the other to her moist twat. Her lovely legs spread in a magnificent V and her pussy eagerly opened to her invading fingers. Her ass began to squirm as she finger-fucked herself and daydreamed about Cliff, Fred and Jake, as well as the giant cocks that had filled her dreams of last night.

Her reverie was interrupted by the noise of a lawn mower. Cindy gazed toward the open window. It must be Friday, she thought. Mr. Barrett always mows his lawn on Friday.

Cindy's mind shifted to thoughts of her next-door neighbor. Poor Mr. Barrett, she thought. How she had cock teased this man over the years.

Ralph Barrett had watched Cindy blossom into a nubile young woman. He had seen her panties when she climbed the backyard trees as a child. He had seen her pretty young tits growing pointed in her dresses when she turned twelve. And he'd seen her fill out and develop a teasing wiggle to her cute ass, and an exciting thrust to her hard pointed tits in her tight T-shirts.

Cindy often thought about Mr. Barrett the way he always kidded her about coming into his cellar. She had come on her fingers many times just thinking about the things he would do to her if she ever did go into that cellar with him. But then there was that strange fear – not of Mr. Barrett – but of some unknown, dark presence in her mind that scared the wits out of her.

That fear was now gone, thoroughly fucked out of her. Cindy giggled, recalling yesterday's session, and leapt out of bed. She peeked through the window curtain at the tall white-haired man next door pushing his lawn mower. Her blue eyes fell to his crotch. Her pink tongue slipped across her ripe lips, leaving them as moist as her cunt-lips. Smiling to herself, she put on a brief minidress and zipped it up the back. Then she slipped her bare feet into sandals and hurried out of her room.

On the kitchen table, Cindy found a note saying her mother had left early "to look for work".

"I'll bet," Cindy laughed, dropping the note back onto the table. "She's looking for the same kind of work I am." She giggled and pranced out of the house.

Ralph Barrett saw Cindy come around the house and he turned off the mower. His eyes took in her youthful beauty as she came his way – her soft blonde hair, bright blue eyes, full, ripe lips, lovely tits straining against her tight dress, her lovely legs exposed almost to her crotch by the brevity of the dress. They met at the fence.

"Good morning, Cindy," the man greeted, eyeing her tits up close. "You look bright and chipper today."

"Oh, I am!" Cindy enthused, feeling warm and cozy in his presence. She took a deep breath so her tits would rise up beneath his gaze.

"And, how's your mother?" Barrett asked.

Cindy heaved a sigh. "Mr. Barrett," she said, "We don't have to make this small talk anymore. I have a confession to make. I know why you like me to stand here and talk to you. I've always known. And I'm sorry I've teased you so much."

Barrett's face paled. His eyes shifted nervously. "I… I don't think I understand what you…"

"Oh, yes, you do," Cindy said, leaning closer to him. The fence came up to her navel. She pressed against it and her tits threatened to burst through her dress. "I know you like to look at my titties. Now I want you to." She peered down at her twin lovelies and cooed, "They've grown into really nice ones, huh?"

"Jesus," Barrett groaned.

Sudden activity in his pants attracted Cindy's eyes. Then she saw his hands trembling, his flushed face. "Oh Mr. Barrett. You poor man. I don't know how I could have been so cruel to you. Are you all right? You look ill. Oh, here, help me over."

In a state of shock, Barrett took her hand and stared wide-eyed as Cindy scrambled over the fence, thighs parting, exposing her young pink, blonde-curled cunt.

Cindy peered up into his drawn face and asked, "Aren't you going to invite me into your cellar? You always do."

Barrett's mouth opened but no sound came out. Cindy giggled and pulled his hand. "Come on," she said. "Before Mrs. Barrett looks out." She led him down the stone steps into the musky coolness of the cellar.

A mind-blowing rapture raced through Barrett's frame when Cindy eased her hand into his pants and grasped his throbbing wet cock.

Instinctively, he reached down and stayed her hand. Cindy's eyelids fluttered at him. "Don't stop me," she whispered. "I want to." And she drew out his engorged prick.

"Oh," Cindy breathed, taking his cock into both hands and exploring its width and length. "It must be terrible for you – your wife so sick and a sexy girl next door teasing you all the time. You poor man."

Cindy's fingers traveled over the length of his pulsing prick, tracing exciting lines from its base to its raging red head. She curled a saucy thumb over the wetness, teasing his cock into renewed anxiety. It was alive in her cool hands, and Barrett began breathing hard. His body began to tremble, his knees to shake.

"Mr. Barrett," Cindy whispered. "You'd better sit down."

There was an old straight-backed chair and.

Brett sank into it heavily, his massive cock sticking stiffly in the air, leaking clear fluid. Pretty Cindy dropped to her knees before it like a priestess before her God, and looked at it with unabashed pleasure.

"Goodness, Mr. Barrett," she said hotly, grasping his meaty prick again. "What a monstrous cock. No wonder you wanted to get me in here. But it's so wild. You must be awfully close to coming."

Brett, dazed and slumped in the chair, his jaw slack, said something that sounded like, "Grnnphhh."

Cindy giggled and said, "Well, don't you worry. I owe you a lot after all the teasing I did. I'll suck it for you if you want me to."

Barrett choked, gasped, swallowed audibly.

Eager now to have a man-cock in her mouth, Cindy was shivering with anticipation as she dipped her pretty head down and gave the wet head of his cock a dainty lick. The mere taste of his fluid aroused her cunt and it grew restless between her legs. She reached under her dress and rubbed it vigorously as she held his raging prick in her other hand and licked it. His jerky movements and animal sounds told her Barrett was enjoying this, so she gave it all she had, licking up his shaft to the head, lapping there, then round and round, thrilling him almost to death.

"Sweet Mother of God, Cindy," Barrett choked out, quivering with excitement, "you sure know how to suck a cock! You'll like it!"

Cindy giggled, licking hotly, and murmured, "Now I do. I was afraid to suck a man's cock last week. I didn't know what I was missing. Mmm, you taste so good. How hot it is. How big. Mmmmm." Her mouth slipped over the big burning head and she took his cock into her throat.

"Oh, you lovely cockteaser," Barrett groaned, fucking his cock at her as her tongue rolled round and round. "Cindy, Cindy… You're a wonder!"

Cindy moaned a thank-you, bobbing her pretty head rapidly now, thrilling to the sensations of his huge hot dick fucking her soft, sensuous mouth. Against her wild fingers between her sweaty thighs, her cunt flooded with juices, slurping around her fingers as the massive prick in her mouth aroused her more and more.