“Thanks for coming in, Jenny. We’ll be back in touch with you.”
And with those words, I figured that was all I’d ever hear about the summer job I’d just interviewed for. I’d spent half the morning getting ready to meet the manager of Dustee’s, the little clothing boutique at the mall where I’d put in my application. And in about five minutes, the interview was over!
Cindy, the manager, had been friendly and she seemed really nice. She was in her late 30’s or early 40’s and very pretty. She had shoulder length blonde hair and brown eyes. But the thing I remembered best were her breasts. They were full and round, a perfect complement to her curvy figure.
And of course, she dressed very fashionably. I’d hoped to dress that way, too, if only I could have gotten the job at her store, where I would have received a 20 percent employee discount. I had always loved the fashions they featured, which were designed for older teens and young women around my age. It would have been a wonderful way to add to my wardrobe and maybe even earn some money to put towards a car, which I desperately needed for school in the fall.
But after such a short interview, I figured I had no chance at the job. So, I drove home in my mom’s car discouraged and dejected.
I was more angry than disappointed by the time I got home. I slammed my bedroom door behind me, pulled off the cute top I’d put on especially for the interview and threw it over in the corner. My denim mini soon followed and I stood there in my bra and thong looking at myself in the mirror.
“Jesus, Jenny,” I said to myself. “You’re a smart girl and you’re not bad looking. You smiled really nice and answered all her questions. So why would she just blow you off like that?”
Actually, I was more than not bad looking. My blondish/brown hair cascaded down below my shoulders and framed my face nicely. It was a pretty face, according to my mother, and several of the boys at school seemed to agree, as they paid more and more attention to me. Of course, that may have also been because of my 36-C breasts, which looked more than ample on my slender frame.
My favorite feature, though, was my brown eyes, which were expressive and always gave away my emotions, whether I was happy, sad, or anything else in between. Unfortunately, I had to wear glasses if I wanted to see anything, so I usually looked like a bit of a nerd. Even though I couldn’t afford them now, I knew there had to be a set of contacts somewhere in my future.
As I stood there feeling sorry for myself in front of the mirror, my hands began to play lightly across my cheeks and then my lips, touching sensuously. It wasn’t unusual when I was feeling down to “comfort” myself with a nice orgasm. And I thought since my Mom was away at work here in the middle of the day, why not try and make myself forget all about the failed job interview.
My hands moved lower, gliding over my chest and across the cups of my bra, feeling my nipples harden as I brushed against them. I took each nipple between my thumb and finger and pinched, bringing them to attention. The sensation traveled from my sensitive breasts straight to my pussy, as I felt myself grow moist in anticipation of touches there that would soon follow.
But just as I closed my eyes and gave myself over completely to the delicious feelings that were beginning to pulse through me, the telephone rang. I jumped at the unexpected disturbance, cursed under my breath, and ran into the den to answer it.
“Hello, Jenny?” the voice on the other end inquired.
“Yes, this is Jenny.”
“Oh good, dear, I’m so glad I caught you. This is Cindy. From Dustee’s.”
“Oh, yes, Cindy!”
“I just wanted to let you know, dear, that I think you’ll be perfect for the job. I need you to start tomorrow. Can you do that?”
Actually, I had hoped to spend the first week after school was out relaxing and hanging out with friends before starting work. But I certainly wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity—especially when five minutes ago I thought I had no chance at the job.
“Sure,” I responded eagerly, “I’ll be there tomorrow. What time?”
“I want you here when we open at 10, so we can get started with your training. See you then.”
“Yessssssss!” I shouted as I hung up the phone. Maybe this summer was not going to be so bad after all.
I spent a lot of time getting dressed the next morning. I really wanted to look good for my first day at work. I especially wanted Cindy to know that she hadn’t made a mistake in hiring me. So I slipped on a cute little sun dress with a built in bra that made my breasts look full and round. The black, red and yellow floral pattern complemented my tanned skin and the thin straps showed off my shoulders nicely.
The dress hit me just above the knee, revealing just enough of my nicely-shaped legs, which were suntanned, like the rest of me—one advantage of living in the desert climate of Phoenix. I curled my hair and applied a bit of lipstick, as I usually didn’t wear much makeup. My girlfriends kidded me a little about my “natural look,” saying it made me look a lot younger. But I liked the way I looked without much makeup. Besides, it made it a lot quicker to get ready for school every morning.
As usual, my mother had to drive me to work. I had my license, of course, but we only had one car in the family, and she needed it to get to her office. “God, I hope I can earn enough to afford some kind of car. Being driven around by my mother at my age really sucks,” I thought to myself as Mom slowed to a stop at the main entrance to the mall.
“Hi, Jenny,” Cindy called cheerfully from the back of the store as the automatic chime announced my arrival when I walked through the entrance. “I’m so glad you decided to come work with us this summer.”
“No, thank you! I really needed a job, and this is the one I wanted really bad,” I told her honestly. “Besides, I think it will be a lot of fun working here.”
“I think so, too, dear. And, if I haven’t already told you, please call me Cindy.”
“Oh, sure. Thanks . . . Cindy.”
“All right, Jenny, let’s get started.”
The rest of the day went by quickly. There weren’t all that many customers in the store on a weekday morning, so Cindy spent the slack time showing me around, explaining the inventory system, showing me how to operate the cash register, and all the other things that make up the wonderful world of retail. But I didn’t mind at all, because the store was nice, my boss was nice, and I knew I was a lot better off that some of my friends who were spending their summer working fast food.
As the first couple of weeks went by, I began to get into a routine. I got comfortable helping customers, and it turned out that I had pretty good fashion sense. At least that’s what Cindy said. She was very complimentary of how I handled customers and, especially, about how I dressed.
I’d planned to use my first paycheck to buy some clothes I needed for work, knowing the money would go a lot farther with my employee discount. Cindy even volunteered to help me pick out some things that would be good for me to wear for work. I had to wait until the store closed to do my shopping, so Cindy locked the door after the last customer left.
“Just go on into the dressing room, dear,” Cindy instructed. “I’ll bring you some things you’ll look darling in.”
“Well, uh, I had a couple of things in mind already,” I protested mildly.
“It’s all right,” she assured me. “If you don’t like what I pick out, I’ll go get the things you had your eye on. Just get yourself ready to try them on.”
So I headed back to the dressing room and sort of stood there waiting for Cindy. I didn’t know quite what to do while she gathered up the clothes for me to try. But it wasn’t long before she knocked briefly on the door, and without waiting for an answer, stuck her head inside.
“Here you are, dear,” she said cheerfully as she handed me a half-dozen things she had picked out.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the hangars and holding them as I looked at Cindy, who had made no attempt to close the door.
“What are you waiting for? I can’t wait to see how you look in these,” Cindy said.
“Well, er, I,” I stumbled.
“Oh, of course, you’d like a little privacy. Just let me get out of your way.” And she closed the door behind her.
Once the door was closed, I slipped out of the skirt and top that I had worn to work that day and began to try on the outfits Cindy had selected. I had to admit that she had really great taste. I couldn’t possibly afford all of them, so it was going to be tough making up my mind.
As I put each one on, I opened the door, stepped out and modeled for Cindy. And her approving looks and words made me feel very attractive and special. I was so grateful to her for taking so much of her time to help me.
There was one more outfit left to try, a little black mini skirt and halter top. I hesitated a bit as I looked at them. They really were cute, if a bit more daring that most of the things I usually wore. I slipped out of the dress I’d tried on just before and stood there in my bra and little red thong wondering how I could possibly wear a bra with the halter top and make it look right.
Finally, I let the straps slide from my shoulders, unfastened the clasp, and laid my bra on the chair. As I stood there trying to get the halter top off the hanger, the door suddenly opened, and there stood Cindy, looking at me with a funny smile on her face.
“Oh!” I exclaimed when I saw her standing in the doorway watching me. Reflexively I raised the halter, hanger and all, to cover myself. My breasts were mostly hidden, but that left my bottom half totally exposed, except for the scant fabric of my little thong.
“I’m so sorry, dear, I didn’t mean to intrude,” Cindy said soothingly as she stood there looking at me. I could see her eyes traveling up and down my body, and I didn’t quite know what to do next. Yes, I was a bit embarrassed by her attentions. But at the same time, I was flattered that she so obviously liked the way I looked.
And just as she was backing out of the dressing room and preparing to close the door, I stopped her. “It’s okay. It’ll just take me a second to get these on, and you can tell me if you like them.”
But it didn’t take just a second at all. As a matter of fact, I decided that I’d draw things out a little so I could enjoy the feel of Cindy’s admiring gaze just a bit longer. I took the hanger that still held the halter top, reached over, and hung it on a hook on the far wall. As I reached upward, my full breasts swung freely and my nipples hardened a little, perhaps from the cool air conditioning that was blowing from the vent in the ceiling. Perhaps it was from something else. Whatever the reason, I could tell that Cindy noticed them, too.
After I had hung the halter back up, I was left again in nothing but my red thong, and I took my time with the skirt. I turned my back to Cindy and bent over to pick it up from the floor, where I had set it down as I prepared to try it on. I could almost feel the heat of Cindy’s gaze on my tight, round bottom as I leaned forward and gave her lots of time to look me over.
Finally, I straightened back up with the skirt in hand, turned around and reached down so I could step into it. Once again, my breasts hung free and swayed back and forth as I pulled the skirt up and reached to the side to fasten it. I extended my arms to each side and smiled at Cindy and said, “Well, what do you think?”
Now it was Cindy’s turn to be embarrassed. “Well, uh, oh, I think you look lovely, Jenny. But let’s see it with the top.” Her eyes were fixed on my breasts and her face looked a bit flushed.
So I slowly slipped the halter on, then looked back at Cindy. “You like?” I asked innocently.
“Oh, yes, Jenny! That one’s a definite keeper,” she gushed. “Your legs look so good in that skirt. And the top . . . ,” her voice trailed off. I’m sure she didn’t know exactly what to say at that point.
So, I kept the black mini and halter top, to go along with two other outfits that Cindy and I both liked. And I went home that night wondering whether my relationship with Cindy might be evolving beyond that of employee/boss.
Over the next few weeks, Cindy and I were friendly at work. We joked, kidded, and some might even say “flirted” just a little bit. Of course, I didn’t think of it as flirting at the time because she was a woman. But, looking back on it, that’s definitely what it was.
Neither one of us said anything about that night after work when I tried on the new clothes. We just laughed and teased a little between customers, and I could tell she liked me, beyond my simply being a good employee. Every now and then she’d invite me to join her for coffee at one of the little restaurants in the mall. It was at one of those breaks that things got a bit more personal.
“Tell me, Jenny, do you date much?”
“Oh, not really that much. My mother’s a little over-protective, and I just haven’t found anyone I like all that much.”
“Surely a pretty girl like you must have a lot of boys chasing after them,” she prodded.
“Well, I did date this guy a few times. Brian. He was pretty cool.”
“Are you still dating him?”
“No, it sort of cooled down,” I lied. Actually, I’d let Brian fuck me the second time we went out and he just sort of quit calling. The next thing I knew he was dating this girl a couple of years younger than me. I was really hurt for awhile, but had pretty much gotten over it.
“So was Brian like most guys your age?” Cindy pressed.
“What do you mean?”
“More interested in hooking up than having a real relationship?”
My faced flushed at this reminder of what had happened to me and I mumbled, “Yeah, I guess so.”
Sensing my discomfort, Cindy reached across the table and put her hand on top of mine. “It’s okay, Jenny. Just remember, it’s not you. He’s the one with the problem.” And with that, she lifted her hand and stroked my hair, brushing it back from my face and touching my cheek lightly in the process.
“Well, I guess we’d better get back to work, dear. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable with all my questions.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay.” And it really was. I felt like Cindy and I had a real connection, and I was flattered that she was so interested in my boring life.
Just as we reached the entrance to the store, Cindy stopped and turned to me. “Jenny, would you like to have dinner with me Friday evening?”
I looked at her and opened my mouth to answer, but before I could speak, she plunged ahead. “I just get so tired of eating alone. I have this big house that seems so empty, especially on weekends. I’d really love for you to come over. Besides, I’m a very good cook,” she smiled.
“Sure,” I said, wondering a little that someone as attractive as Cindy would spend many weekends alone. “Tell me how to find your place and I’ll be there.”
I wasn’t scheduled to work the Friday of our dinner, so I took my time that afternoon getting ready. Somehow, I felt as if I was getting ready for another job interview or something, because I had the same butterflies in my stomach that I’d felt before I went in to talk with Cindy about the job. It puzzled me a little why I felt apprehensive when Cindy and I had become friends.
I took a leisurely bath, shaved my legs and underarms, and debated whether I should shave my mound, too. Several of my friends had done it, and I thought it was sort of sexy. But my hair was so light and sparse down there that I finally decided not to bother. Besides, who was even going to see it besides me?
I picked out a bright yellow sundress and a pair of new sandals that I had only worn a couple of times. They showed off my feet, so I made sure that my toenails were done neatly with a light pink polish. I had to wear a strapless bra because of the thin straps on the dress, and I slipped on a matching thong.
Unfortunately, I was in a bad mood by the time I arrived at Cindy’s because Mom had to drive me. She needed the car, and there I was again, being driven around like I was in junior high. She let me out in front of a really nice house that, according to the address, belonged to Cindy.
Mom waved and drove away when the front door opened, and Cindy gave me a little hug as I stepped into the foyer. She looked very pretty, dressed casually in a pair of nice ivory colored shorts and matching top with spaghetti straps. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because the top was kind of clingy and hugged her full breasts, which jiggled noticeably as she led me into the living room. I even thought I saw just a hint of the dark circles of her areolas under the thin fabric.
Her soft blonde hair brushed against her nearly bare shoulders, and I could see that her nails were freshly done, adorned by bright red polish, which matched her lipstick exactly. There was something about her hands, those fingernails, that made my butterflies flutter just a little more.
“Wow,” I said as I looked around the spacious living room with its high ceiling and large windows that looked out at a pool in the back yard. I suddenly realized that I sounded like a kid who had never been anywhere, but I just couldn’t help myself. It was one of the nicest houses I’d ever been inside. “This is great house!”
“Thanks. I got it when my ex and I divorced,” she explained. “It’s about the only thing I ever got from him.” She smiled as she said it, but I knew from the tone in her voice that she wasn’t kidding.
Cindy poured us each a glass of wine and motioned me over to the sofa, where we sat and chatted for awhile. I’m not sure exactly how long, but it was long enough for me to have a second glass.
Then we made our way into the dining room, where Cindy had set the table beautifully for just the two of us. She took a match and lit two candles in the middle of the table, and the low light and the wine made me feel very relaxed and mellow.
Dinner consisted of a wonderful pasta dish that Cindy had made herself, along with a green salad and hot bread. And, of course, more wine.
All through dinner, there was a lot of talk about work, how sales were going, and a little gossip about which employees happened to be dating each other that week. Everything flowed very easy, very natural.
When we finished the meal, Cindy motioned toward the living room and I went in and sat on the couch. In just a moment, she joined me and we were sitting side by side on the long sofa, which was covered in soft chenille. There was a little more small talk about work, then Cindy surprised me.
“Tell me, Jenny. When Brian kissed you, did you enjoy it?”
I couldn’t even believe she remembered that conversation. “Well,” I responded hesitantly, “I suppose so. It was sort of exciting . . . different.”
“Did he try and touch your breasts?”
My face reddened. I was getting uncomfortable the way the conversation was going, but something about telling these things to Cindy was sort of sexy, too.
“Yes, after we kissed for awhile, he started caressing my breasts through my top. You know, sort of holding them, squeezing.”
“And how did that make you feel?”
“Well, I was kind of uncomfortable. But at the same time, it excited me. I knew I should tell him to stop, but I didn’t really want him to stop.”
I could feel my nipples getting hard, just like they did when Brian was playing with my tits. But I wasn’t sure whether I was aroused at the memory of that experience or turned on by the fact that I was describing it to Cindy, who seemed to be hanging on every word.
As we talked, Cindy moved a little closer and began to run her fingers lightly through my hair and look deeply into my eyes. She had this funny expression on her face, sort of like the one I had seen that night in the dressing room.
“How far did you let him go, dear? Did he touch you down there?”
And as she finished the sentence, I realized that Cindy was now running her other hand lightly up and down my thigh, raising the hem of my dress just a little farther each time. It was as if she wanted to make sure I understood what she meant by “down there.”
But before I had time to answer, she moved her tongue lightly over her lips, then leaned in and kissed me gently. My eyes opened wide at the thought of sitting there being kissed by my boss. But I didn’t pull away. I was so aroused by the conversation and felt so close and safe with Cindy that it actually seemed quite natural.
My heart was racing as she leaned in and kissed me again, deeper this time. I remember tasting her lipstick and feeling the softness of her lips playing over mine, the tenderness of her cheek. The second kiss lasted quite a bit longer, and it was followed by a third when her tongue gently parted my lips.
I let out a little sigh as her tongue explored my mouth, just as her hands began to explore my breasts. My arms and legs felt heavy, almost as if I were paralyzed. I couldn’t seem to move, even though I didn’t really want to move. I just wanted this feeling to last.
“Oh my god! I can’t believe this is happening,” I thought over and over to myself. But with each kiss, each caress, Cindy just sort of took me over.
She must have sensed that I wasn’t going to start screaming or run away in a panic, because the next thing I knew, she slipped my dress over my head, leaving me sitting there on the couch in nothing but my bra and thong, which by now had grown quite wet. She released one breast from my bra and began to suck on it gently, as she squeezed the other one through the thin fabric.
I felt her mouth move away from my breast and tasted her lips again as she kissed me over and over. Then her lips moved lower, nibbling and sucking on the tender flesh of my neck.
I had totally relaxed and given myself to her at this point and she must have sensed it, because her right hand moved between my legs. She rubbed me through my panties, running her fingers up and down the length of my pussy. It was an amazing feeling, even though I was a little embarrassed about how wet she had made me.
At this point I was so overwhelmed by my feelings, I just went with them. Cindy removed my bra and panties and tossed them into a pile on top of my dress at one end of the couch.
“You won’t be needing these any more, dear,” she smiled. As I sat there before her, she looked at my naked body with this dreamy look in her eyes. “You are so beautiful, so sexy, Jenny.” Her words made everything feel so right.
She kissed me again, over and over, as her hands played over my now naked breasts. And though it felt so good for her to touch me like that, I remember being a little uncomfortable being totally undressed while she still had her clothes on. But her tender kisses and gentle caresses made me relax again.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you,” she whispered softly. “I’m going to take care of everything and make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”
And with that, Cindy slipped her top over her head to reveal her wonderful large breasts that had been tantalizing me all evening. They were round and soft with large pointed nipples, which were clearly erect from her arousal. They pulled her dark areolas tight, hardening even further as she showed herself to me.
Then she slid her tight shorts down her legs and off, revealing to my surprise, that she had not been wearing any panties. The dark hair between her legs was neatly trimmed, and I could see little droplets of moisture glistening in the dim light.
I looked down at my own smaller breasts and realized for the first time that they were covered with lipstick kisses from Cindy’s bright red lips. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen and I thought I might cum right there from just the sight of it.
But Cindy cupped one of her own breasts in her palm and offered it to me. And I accepted it eagerly, licking and sucking as she had done to me and feeling warmed by her soft sighs and moans. I had never been intimate with a girl before, but Cindy’s words of encouragement gave me confidence.
“That feels so good, Jenny,” she purred. “Now let me do something for you.”
And with that she gently lifted my feet, laid me lengthwise on the couch and spread my legs. She ran her red nails up and down my legs and the insides of my thighs. Then came her lips, licking and kissing up and down, getting just a little closer to my open pussy with each trip.
She was very slow and gentle and spent a lot of time getting me ready for what would come next. By the time her tongue finally reached my pussy, I was arching my back and moving my hips to encourage her. I wanted her to take me.
And did she ever! Her tongue was like a magic weapon on my pussy. She licked, sucked, teased my clit with her tongue, licked her way along the outside, then the inside of my swollen lips, then finally slid two fingers inside filling my tight tunnel to capacity.
When she curled those fingers and pressed what I learned later was my g-spot, I simply exploded. My back arched, my toes curled, and I could hear myself moaning, “Oh god,” over and over again. It felt like an out-of-body experience.
I had had orgasms before, some by my own hand and once during sex with a boy. So I knew what was happening. But this one—the strength and intensity–was unlike anything I had ever felt.
But she didn’t stop! Despite my moans, my cries and my thrashing about on the couch, Cindy just kept right on. She thrust her fingers inside even deeper and took my clit between her lips. She nibbled and sucked, not so gently this time, as her fingers plunged in and out over and over again until another climax swept over me and I went limp.
Cindy slid her way along the length of my body until our breasts were pressed tight together. Then she began to kiss me, tenderly at first, then passionately until I could taste myself on her tongue, which was again deep inside my mouth. She kissed me, stroked my face and hair and nibbled on my neck, my ears.
The feeling of our nipples touching was just delicious, and I closed my eyes and simply drank in the sensations. We lay almost motionless for a time, except for Cindy’s occasional kisses. But soon, I became aware of a subtle movement of her hips. She started making small, slow circles, causing her mound to move subtly against mine.
As she increased the pressure and intensity of her movements, the wet folds of our pussies began to mold together, our juices mixing, our clits touching. Then Cindy began to rock up and down gently, sliding her wet slit upward, then back down and enveloping my swollen clit with her wetness each time.
The thought flashed through my mind that I was truly being fucked by a women. And it nearly took my breath. I knew right at that moment that this was the way I was meant to receive pleasure. I felt myself building quickly toward another climax.
Suddenly, Cindy stopped, making me whimper in protest. I reached down, put my hands on her bottom and tried to pull her to me, encouraging her to give me more of her amazing cunt. But instead, she raised herself on her elbows and looked deeply into my eyes. “All right, Jenny. Now it’s my turn.”
And with that, Cindy lay back with her head at the opposite end of the couch, and spread her legs. I knew what she wanted. I only hoped I could do it right.
I moved between her legs and realized for the first time how incredibly arousing the scent of a woman can be. Her beautiful aroma almost overwhelmed me as I lowered myself to her. Her lips were puffy and swollen, much larger and more prominent than mine. Part of that was a difference in our anatomies, but part I came to know later, reflected the difference in our ages.
My tongue tentatively traced its way up her wet opening and I felt her damp hair tickle my nose. She began to move her hips a little as if she was enjoying my efforts, so I gained some confidence.
By the time I reached her clit and began to lap at it slowly, she was instructing me with her moans of pleasure. “Ohhhhh, yes. Right there. More, more,” she panted.
It seemed to take a long time, but her movements became more frenetic and her moans louder and more urgent. Finally, her entire body stiffened. She gasped and began shaking. It was a little scary, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs and just held my mouth to her pussy until she finally grew limp and quiet.
At that moment I felt so powerful for having made a woman more than twice my age cum like that.
We just lay there on the couch for awhile, Cindy with her head resting on the arm at one end, and mine resting on the inside of her thigh. I could feel her running her fingers through my hair as we just lay there and basked in the afterglow of those wonderful orgasms.
Finally, Cindy broke the silence. “All right, Jenny, there’s something else I want to show you.” And with that, she took my hand and led me into her bedroom.
She had me lie down on her king sized bed and I propped myself up and watched as Cindy opened the drawer of her nightstand and took out something that looked like an erect penis. I knew what it was, of course, but I had never seen a dildo in person. And I had certainly never seen a leather harness like the one that she began buckling around her waist.
Looking back on it, the fake cock was probably six or seven inches long. But to my inexperienced eyes, it looked HUGE!
“Oh my god!” I kept thinking. “I can’t believe she is going to do this! Is it going to fit? How much will it hurt?”
But Cindy methodically attached the cock to the harness, then walked over to me until the dildo was only inches from where I lay on the bed.
“Lick it,” she whispered, her voice intense, urgent.
So I began to do my best imitation of the blow jobs I’d seen in the few porno movies I’d watched. And before long, the pink shaft was wet with my saliva. Cindy then took my legs and scooted me over until my bottom was resting on the edge of the bed and my feet were barely touching the floor.
She spread my knees apart and stepped between them, which brought the large head of the dildo just above my opening. She took the cock in one hand and played it up and down my length, pressing it just a little bit farther inside each time.
By the time the head was positioned barely inside my lips, Cindy put one hand on either side of my face and used the weight of her body to drive it deep inside me. The cock was much larger than what I had experienced in my lone sexual encounter with a boy, and I closed my eyes and winced a little as she thrust it home.
But I was so wet and open from my earlier orgasms that it began to feel very good very soon. Cindy pumped it in and out slowly at first, until she was sure I had adjusted to the size and length. And as my moans of pleasure became louder and more frequent, her thrusts came harder, faster, deeper.
Just before I came, I opened my eyes to see Cindy’s tits bouncing wildly as she fucked me almost in a frenzy. Her eyes were shut tight and her teeth clenched. Her breaths were coming in short bursts.
“Oh fuckkkkkk,” I cried out, as another massive orgasm overtook me. My pussy throbbed and clenched around the cock as I lifted my hips from the bed in rhythm with Cindy’s skillful thrusts.
I don’t know for sure whether Cindy came. I was lost in the intensity of my own feelings at that point. But she probably did because she finally stopped thrusting and collapsed on top of me. Our bodies were covered with a thin film of perspiration from the exertion.
When she finally recovered a little of her strength, Cindy stood up and the cock slipped out of me with a little pop. It was odd, but I felt as if I’d lost something when she pulled out. But I was on such a high at that point, I felt as if I were flying.
Cindy unstrapped the harness and laid the dildo on her nightstand. Then she fumbled through her purse and pulled out a cigarette.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said as she lit it up. “I only do it after sex.”
Well, I was in such another world, I couldn’t have cared less if she’d lit her hair on fire. But I was too weak at that moment to say a word. Cindy lay on her side facing me on the bed as she took long, slow drags from the cigarette. She caressed my breasts softly, then rolled my nipples between her thumb and finger, making them hard and erect once again.
She kissed me over and over as we lay there enjoying the afterglow of the most amazing experience of my young life.
“Jenny, sweetheart,” Cindy purred, “I’d love for you to spend the night. Would you like that?”
“Mmmmmm,” was all I could manage right then, as I snuggled tighter against her. “I’d love it, but my mom is expecting me to come home.”
Cindy put her lips close to my ear and began to lick lightly, tracing the outline with the tip of her tongue. “Just call her, baby, and tell her we’re watching movies. Tell her it’ll be late when we finish and that you want to stay over.”
I was still a little out of it, but when Cindy handed me the phone, I began to press in the numbers. When my mom answered, I did my best. “Hi, um, Mom? Cindy and I, um, we’re kinda tired . . .,” I never had been a very good liar.
But Cindy took the phone from my hand and rescued me. “Mrs. Jackson, this is Cindy Hollis,” she said in her most businesslike voice. If only my mom could have seen that she was twirling my nipple between her fingers as she spoke.
“Jenny and I are getting ready to watch a movie.” She paused for a few seconds while my mother was apparently saying something. “Yes, some chick flick she picked out.” I marveled at how glib and believable Cindy sounded.
“It’s going to be so late when it’s over, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if she stayed over.” Another pause. “I have plenty of room. I always keep my guest bedroom made up and ready.”
Of course I knew I’d never see the guest bedroom even if I did stay over.
“I’ll be glad to drop her off tomorrow. I’m sure she’ll want to sleep late, so she’ll see you in the afternoon sometime.”
Cindy winked at me as she hung up the phone and then leaned in and kissed me deeply again. Then she padded into the adjoining bathroom and in just a minute, I heard her peeing, as she talked to me through the open door.
“Have you ever been with a woman before, Jenny?” she called to me.
“You’re my first,” I answered honestly.
“Well, you did very well, dear. I haven’t cum like that in ages. You’re a natural little cunt licker.”
I felt my face flush when she said that. I was embarrassed that she had been so crude about something so personal. But at the same time, I was pleased with the compliment.
I heard the toilet flush and Cindy walked back into the bedroom. “But I’m going to make sure you get plenty more practice.” She had a devilish look on her face as she hopped back on the bed and pulled me tight to her again.
“Hold on,” I said. “I have to go to the bathroom, too.” So I retraced Cindy’s steps and relieved myself in her spacious master bath. I noticed that it had a sunken Jacuzzi tub and wondered if we might end up in there sometime before I went home tomorrow.
By the time I got back into bed, Cindy had poured two more glasses of wine and we sipped them together while she smoked another cigarette. I leaned my head against her breast as we lay there together and she stroked my hair and occasionally reached down to caress my breasts.
“All right, Jenny,” Cindy said as she ground out her cigarette in the ashtray that set on top of the same nightstand where she kept her dildo. “Are you ready for some more practice?”
“Of course,” I whispered and slid my body along her thigh until my face was even with her mound. I pressed her knee outward to make a place for myself between her legs and lowered myself to her.
Her thick dark hair was matted and still damp from our earlier activities, and her scent was more pungent. But the smell of her, and the sight of her puffy labia caused a primal response deep inside me. I could feel my own sex moistening again as I watched Cindy’s do the same.
I began to lick her once more, very slowly all along the length of her slit. I began just above her anus and finished each pass with a little flick of her clitoris. As her hips began to move with my rhythm and lift slightly upward each time I reached her erect little pearl, I knew I must be doing a pretty good job.
“Oh, baby,” she moaned over and over. “Lick it . . . taste me . . . eat my cunt.” Her voice was breathy and low. “Fuck me. Use your tongue,” she hissed.
Obediently, I pressed my mouth hard to her and thrust my tongue as deep inside as I could reach. I used it like a little cock, making it stiff and shoving it in and out as fast as I could manage.
“Suck my clit,” she panted, barely able to get the words out.
I used both hands to pull back her hood and exposed the gleaming little pearl fully. I touched it with the tip of my tongue and her hips jerked at the sensation. Then I took it between my lips and began to suckle gently and listened as Cindy’s moans and whimpers grew more urgent.
By this time she was no longer forming words, only sounds—primitive, primal sounds as she was swept along toward another orgasm. Finally, I imitated what Cindy had done to me earlier that evening on the couch and shoved two fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. But she was so wet and open that I could tell she needed more. I added two more fingers until four were thrusting in and out as I nibbled and sucked on her clit.
Her hips began to buck wildly and she grabbed my hair and pulled me tight to her as she tumbled over the cliff. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fucccckkkkkkk! Fuccckkkkk meeeeeeeeee,” she screamed. Her back arched and her legs wrapped around my back and locked me to her even tighter.
I didn’t know it was possible for anyone to cum like that! She must have moaned and jerked and writhed around on the bed for nearly five minutes before her muscles went slack and she lay very still. In only a few minutes, I could tell from the regularity of her breathing that Cindy was asleep. Or had she passed out?
Either way, I knew we were finished for awhile, so I moved up her body until I could rest my head against her breast. I smiled to myself as I drifted off to sleep.
The next thing I remember was the feel of Cindy’s tongue tracing along the outline of my sex, licking the outside of my labia, then the insides as she caressed me with her tongue. I opened my eyes long enough to see that it was getting a little light outside and I knew it must be very early Saturday morning.
But Cindy’s expert touch made met forget all about the time, and even about what day it was, as she caressed me, probed me, found places in me that I never knew existed. And as she used her tongue to pleasure my now dripping pussy, she reached upward and took one of my breasts in each hand. She massaged them gently at first, just as gently as she was caressing my tender folds with her tongue.
But soon her movements became firmer, more urgent. She took my clit between her teeth, and at the same time began to pinch my nipples. I can’t even describe the sensations that seemed to shoot back and forth from my nipples to my clit, over and over again.
Cindy seemed to know just how hard to pinch and bite, too, because each time the pleasure began to bleed just a little over into pain, she backed off and let me recover, only to bring me right back to that boundary between the two sensations. Finally, I was aware that one hand had left my left breast, but just barely because she continued to lick me faster and faster, knowing that my orgasm would take me at any time.
But just as the little ripples began deep inside me, Cindy thrust her finger into my tight virgin anus and I nearly levitated from the bed as I came and came and came some more. The contractions were tearing through me! The muscles in my ass gripped her finger tight and seemed to be trying to pull it deeper inside, even as my mind told me I should be trying to shove it out.
Wave after wave of pleasure swept over me, swelling, then receding before rising once again. Finally, I had to shove her away because I had simply become too sensitive to take any more stimulation.
Cindy moved upward and I could see that her lips and chin were shiny with my nectar. And then I tasted myself on her lips as she kissed me in a way that I’d never been kissed before.
We held each other tight as the morning light grew brighter and began filtering through the blinds on the bedroom windows. Finally, Cindy crawled out of bed and dragged me with her, leading me into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the water get nice and warm before pulling me inside.
She shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp slowly. It was the first time anyone had done that for me since I was a little girl, and she made it feel so sensuous and so sweet at the same time. Then she used her lavender bath gel to soap my body, paying special attention to my breasts and to the soft hair between my legs.
And then she handed me the bath gel, and I did the same for her. I loved lifting her heavy breasts and washing the tender flesh underneath them. And from her sighs and moans, Cindy must have loved it, too.
She reached down and took my hand in hers and shoved it between her legs, inviting me inside. And I was more than happy to accept, slipping two fingers into her tunnel. I spread my feet apart a little and took Cindy’s hand and put it between my legs and her fingers slid in easily, as well.
So we stood there, locked together that way, luxuriating in the feel of the warm water raining down on us and in the feel of our mutual caresses. Cindy’s thumb began to stroke my clit gently, and I tried to mimic her actions, until we both had little orgasms. They were not crushing ones like the night before. They just felt so sweet and intimate.
We both leaned our weight against the wall of the shower and just left our fingers inside each other, holding one another in this intimate way as we slowly came down from our mutual climaxes. I think it was also a way for us to hold on a little longer to the wonderful pleasures that we had shared over the past 12 hours or so.
We dressed and ate breakfast, still finding it hard to keep our hands off each other. But finally, it was time to go. My mom would be wondering whether something was up if I was too late getting home.
So Cindy drove me home and gave me a quick kiss before I got out of the car. I felt like skipping as I went up the walk to my house. When I reached the door, I turned with a big smile on my face and blew a kiss to Cindy, who was smiling back from the car.
And I could tell from her smile that we both knew this was going to be one magical summer.