Finding Her Bliss
(M+/Ff, teen, 1st, mom)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Her mother's bedroom door was closed and Mindy could hear nothing from behind it. As she'd hoped. Either her mother was still out or she was sleeping. Either way, the last thing Mindy wanted at that moment was a hassle for being out late on a school night with a bonus lecture thrown in regarding the need to apply herself with finals coming up so soon.

Shoes in hand, Mindy crept quietly up the stairs to the second floor of the big duplex apartment. Even with her mother's generous salary, they wouldn't have been able to afford the plush, spacious apartment on East 35th Street without her father's large alimony and child-support payment each month. Her parents had divorced twelve years before, when she was five.

The carpeting was soft, her bare toes sinking in. Mindy was always exceptionally aware of tactile sensations. She was even more so on that night. Why did he stop? The words were a wail of frustration and protest inside her head. She passed the closed door of her mother's study and slipped into her own room, closing the door behind her and dropping her shoes negligently on the bed. Is there something wrong with me? She turned, facing the full- length mirror on the back of her door and examined her reflection, even though she knew it wasn't anything about her that had put him off, that had stopped him, just when his hand on her pussy was on the verge of bringing her off.

Her eyes flickered over the young girl in the mirror. She was an attractive girl, a beautiful girl, in fact. Every time she walked down a street, she could feel the eyes of men on her. Men old enough to be her father turned their heads to watch her and walked into the sides of parked cars. The girl in the mirror was only 5'0, but somehow gave the impression of being much taller. She had titian hair, that rare color combining all the finest elements of red and brown. Her hair was rich and lush and full and straight, falling long and sensuously down her back almost to her ass. Her complexion was that special complexion unique to redheads, almost translucent and yet somehow with a touch of dusk in it. Most people only get to see that complexion once in a lifetime. If they're exceptionally fortunate and all the karma is right, twice. No more. Her hair and complexion were a wild card, having come obviously from neither her auburn-haired mother nor her Nordic, blond-maned father. Her gaze flickered down over her body. Her D-cup breasts, a bit large for an otherwise slender, willowy frame, pushed out impudently against her simple cotton blouse. In the light of the room, there was no certain indication that her breasts were braless. Their firm lift and steady rise and fall were almost too perfect. She didn't need a bra. She was seventeen, healthy, athletic and her body was taut and supple with her active existence. But in bright daylight, she knew, her nipples were vague little spots of bright red shifting and moving inside the pale blouse. And she knew her boyfriend noticed them. He always teased her when he saw them stiffen. Given the right circumstance, he'd even surreptitiously tweak the throbbing, aching little buds through the blouse with thumb and forefinger.

Her torso tapered down to her waist. She was proud of her waist. It was only twenty-one inches around, not an ounce of flab or a hint of sag to be found anywhere on it, anywhere on her, for that matter. Beneath her clothes, her stomach and abdomen were faintly ridged with a hint of healthy muscle. She swam at the health club twice a week and the butterfly was her favorite stroke.

Why did he stop? He knew I wanted him to keep going. She remembered his hands inside her blouse, fondling and caressing her thrusting tits, his touch sending shivers of arousal through her lovely body. She remembered how her legs had opened, spreading in weak invitation on the car seat. She remembered the touch of his fingers on her bare stomach, her shorts opened at the waist, his hand slipping down, moving always closer to the lightly furred juncture of her thighs. She'd felt as if her vagina was on fire and her clit had throbbed so powerfully that she'd expected it to burst right through her panties and the crotch of her shorts. And then he'd stopped. Why?

She glanced again at her image in the mirror. Her hips were slender, if anything, a trifle too slim. Her shorts fit her like a second skin and the aggressive thrust of her pubic mound was clearly visible. Her legs were long and shapely, smooth and flashing gracefully when she walked. Why? She could've screamed with frustration. Finally, she took her attention from her own reflection and went to the closet. Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and slipped into a fluffy white terry cloth robe. She threw all of her, clothes down into the hamper for washing. The way she'd been turned on, her pussy juices had soaked the crotch of her panties and shorts.

She was hungry. She remembered reading or hearing somewhere that hunger could be a sign of an unsatisfactory sexual encounter. That, she decided, was one hell of a perceptive insight on someone's part. Mindy switched off the light in her bedroom and walked down the stairs. The kitchen and dining alcove were on the lower level of the apartment. At the base of the stairs she froze, straining in the silence of the apartment. She heard it again, distinctly this time. It sounded like a moan. She is home!

Mindy slipped with feline grace down the darkened hall and poised outside the door to her mother's bedroom. She didn't expect to hear any creaking of bedsprings; her mother had chosen a waterbed for herself. Which was totally in keeping with her mother's style. At thirty-nine, her mother was a vital, active women, and a damned sexy one, too. Even Mindy could appreciate that. She could certainly appreciate her mother's need for male company. More so with each passing day of her own frustration. She pushed her hair back and pressed her ear gingerly to the door. From inside, Mindy could hear a man's voice, muffled but distinctively masculine. Norman?

Her mother had met Norman a few weeks before. He was the kind of good-looking man whose looks really lent credence to the idea that a man reaches his prime at thirty-five. He was tall and dark and fit and handsome and his eyes smoldered with pure animal sensuality when he turned it on. Even she'd felt it when her mother had introduced them. Her mother had been a hell of a lot more mellow since taking up with Norman. Hell, even Mom is getting it. Why can't I? There was a long silence from inside the bedroom. Mindy felt her nipples hardening, her pussy starting to secrete as she had a quick mental image of her mother and Norman making it together. She knew what her mother's body was like: much as her own, only more hips, more tits, and more ass. She wondered what Norman's was like. She was sure he was trim, in good shape. Wonder what his prick is like? She knew what would fit his looks and aura. A prick that was seven or eight inches long, long enough to reach all the itching deep inside a woman's cunt. Not too thick, and swollen hard as iron, purple with hot blood. She found her hand had slipped through the folds of her robe and was moving lightly aver her pubis. Her eyes half closed as her fingers massaged her pussy lips. A sudden gush of pleasure went through her. She started to lose her balance, reached out with one hand and caught at the end of the door frame. Her head pushed against the door, and it swung inward.

Mindy froze in horror. The door swung inward another three or four inches, and then stopped. Had they seen it? She drew back to one side, hesitated. No, they hadn't, and judging by the now clearly audible little gasps and slurps she could hear from through the door crack, they weren't likely to.

"Yes, do that, Linda, oh cripes!"

Norman's voice was strained. What was she doing, to him?

Then Mindy heard a muffled moan, her mother's, as if her mouth were full. Afraid of being caught, Mindy shifted her weight and began to straighten, and then caught a flash of light from inside. Her eyes widened. She could see them! Mindy leaned closer to the wall. There, inside the bedroom, she could see the two of them quite clearly reflected in the mirror atop her mother's dresser. The drapes of the bedroom window were drawn open. The light of the New York City skyline fell upon the bed, giving the two naked forms there a pale luminescence. Her jaw sagged open. They were eating each other. Her hand cupped her cunt between her legs, her palm moving unconsciously against her sensitive pussy lips.

Her mother was hovering over Norman on all fours, her legs spread and straddling his chest. Norman's shoulders were resting on top of her calves. Her mother's ass was tensed, her hips bent down. She was forcing her pussy into and on Norman's face. Mindy watched as he moved his head slowly from side to side. She could imagine what she couldn't see in the shadows: his tongue lapping out to lave and probe the gaping cunt offered to him. Her mother's hips rolled tightly from side to side, her ass cheeks shifted and rippled as the tensed muscles clenched and shook with the pleasures her lover was giving her. And Mindy's mother was returning the favor in kind. She had her hands on his powerfully hewn thighs, just above his knees. Her hair was disheveled and hung down, brushing the insides of his legs. Her breasts, so much like Mindy's but so much larger and more yielding in their voluptuous richness, hung down to move over Norman's taut abdomen. She twisted her head from side to side, moving it up and down, her lips pursed to kiss gently the length of Norman's erection. Which was just what Mindy had imagined it to be. She watched as her mom parted her lips and took a section of his dick between them. Norman's hips suddenly heaved up violently. She could see her lips concaving with the effort of her sucking. Her mother moved one hand between his thighs, then upward. Mindy couldn't see what was being done there from her perspective, but she could easily imagine: her mother was touching his balls. She watched as Norman brought his hands up higher on her mother's pussy. He pulled her down to him, driving her pussy urgently into his mouth. His lips opened still wider, and then it looked for all the world to Mindy as if he'd actually sucked the entirety of her cunt into his mouth. Especially judging by her mother's reaction. She watched as the woman who'd borne her took her lips away from his dick, lifted her head far back and gurgled through slackly parted lips. Her mother's hips began to jerk, her ass tightened still more as she thrust her eager cunt fiercely into his hungry mouth, and Norman seemed more than eager to have it. Again Mindy heard the distinctive slurping sounds, and then realized that Norman was sucking her mother's labia and jamming his tongue inside simultaneously, probing and exploring the inner delights of her quim. Her mother's pelvis abruptly bucked, spastically, and then she was grinding her loins down powerfully against his face. It looked to Mindy as if Norman's nose was actually nuzzling high up between her mother's rich, ripe ass cheeks... perhaps pushing against her mother's anus! Mindy insinuated one slim finger between the lips of her own cunt. Distantly, she felt her pussy sucking at the invading digit, trying to pull it deeper inside.

Her mother's pelvis shuddered, and then Norman was pushing her over onto her back. He knelt above her, shuffling forward. They were clearly silhouetted against the window in the mirror then and Mindy could make out almost every detail of what they were doing. Her mother quickly opened her lips in welcome as Norman's rigid prick weaved towards her. He kept moving forward over her until his ass was resting lightly on her mother's heaving tits. Her mother licked out with her tongue, twirled it about the head of his throbbing prick, and then took the glass into her mouth. Norman leaned forward, putting his arms out. His hands rested on the bed over her mother's head. He was on all fours, linked to her mother only by the fleshy pole descending from his thick, hirsute pubic bush into her lips. She watched as Norman began moving his hips sinuously down and up. A few inches of his cock disappeared into her mother's mouth only to reappear again, gleaming dully with saliva in the dim illumination. Her mother's hands came up to his trim, athletic hips, guiding his strokes as he slowly pumped his prick into her face. He began to pick up speed. His hips were moving more sharply, with less restraint and his dick was jabbing into her mother's lips. The shaft slid back and forth, in and out of the tightly pursed oval of wet, glistening mouth. She could see her mother's throat working when Norman pushed down deep and hard.

Her mother's hand came up to find and grip Norman's muscular ass cheeks. Her fingers dug into the hard flesh of his ass, and then she was literally pulling him down to her, forcing his dick farther into her face. Now his every stroke brought his big, hairy balls down to brush her chin. His pubic hair tickled her mother's nose as he fed his cock into her eagerly sucking mouth. Norman suddenly groaned and then he pushed his dick slowly into her mother's mouth. Inch by inch, the veined rod of flesh disappeared into her mother's face until her lips were hidden within the coarse hair of his bush about the base of his huge ten-inch prick. He held himself there. Mindy watched her mother's throat convulsively working, her cheeks concaving as she continued to suck, and then Norman was shuddering, hips jerking, legs quivering.

Mindy couldn't believe she was actually seeing her mother suck her lover off, but the evidence was before her eyes, and the proof that she was seeing it was the effect it was having on her. Mindy's delightful nipples were stiff and hard as small stones, aching with the need to be licked and sucked and pinched and fondled. Her breasts, so full and firm with her seventeen years, heaved rapidly. And down between her legs, in the soft pink slit of her lower lips, between those swollen, ultra-sensitive labia, her pussy sucked and gripped her own masturbating finger as if in hopes of massaging it into growth... growth that would magically transform her finger into a man's hard, throbbing cock. A cock much like the one she was seeing at that very moment.

Norman was raising himself as his ass cheeks clenched a final time. Her mother's lips tightened about the shaft of his cock as he slowly withdrew it. His prick was sheened with his own semen and her saliva. Her mother gripped the depressed ring in the shaft of his cock just behind the knob with her mouth, twirling her tongue around and around the sensitive chunk of male meat, and then Norman pulled it out with a loud pop! Norman let himself fall limply onto his back. The waterbed rippled in response to the sudden movement, causing her mother's flushed body to undulate slowly. Her large, ripe tits moved restlessly and Mindy noted that her mother's nipples were still hard. Norman lay with his loins next to her mother's heads. Mindy watched as her mother rolled onto her side, facing his big, limp dick and his freshly drained balls. Her mother reached out with her tongue, just the tip, and began moving it over his thighs and hips. There was a dull coating of perspiration, saliva and misguided semen on his flesh and from the way her mother was licking at it, it wouldn't last very long.

Mindy watched her mother move her head closer to Norman's spent prick. Her tongue moved lightly, caressingly over the tender tip flesh, gently laving it. She leaned her head still farther forward and Norman let his legs slip apart to grant her access to the obvious object of her intentions... his balls. Sure enough, her mother began licking the base of Norman's dick and then went still lower. Her tongue wriggled sinuously over the wrinkled, hairy sack of flesh holding his balls. She put one hand between his legs. Her index finger moved against his scrotum between the loosely floating orbs of his oversized balls, tightening his ball sack about them, lifting and spreading them. Mindy's mother opened her mouth wide, pressed forward, and actually sucked one of Norman's testicles into her mouth. Mindy just stared, even the pussy-fucking finger momentarily motionless. She'd never actually seen anything like that before. What was it like to have a man's ball in your mouth? she wondered. What did it feel like and how did it taste? Her mother sucked on the captive testicle, her tongue sliding around and over it. Mindy could see that already Norman's dick was beginning to resurrect. The long, limber chunk of drained meat was hardening, swelling once again. Her mother shifted between his legs, releasing the first and sucking in the second testicle, treating it to the same exciting mouth action. At the same time, Mindy watched her mother bring one hand up to grip Norman's reviving dong. Her fingers curled about it and she began moving her fist up and down over it. Norman's trim hips were starting to jerk and shudder with the pleasures and want her mouth and hand were once more inspiring. And Mindy's single slender digit was once again moving in her tight young cunt, stroking back and forth in imitation of the fucking she so greatly desired and so richly deserved.

Her mother moved back, releasing his balls. She slid her fist down to the base of his prick and bent the rigid cock down towards her mouth, and then once again sucked the head of his dick between her lips. But this time she had no intention of drinking his hot fuck juice. This time, the mouth action was only additional preparation for what her mother really wanted most of all. To be fucked. Mindy watched as her mother's hand went to his hips and began urging him lower on the bed. Norman didn't really need the urging, not when confronted with such a lovely pussy... especially when that pussy was eager to receive the full length of his turgid cock. He moved quickly to cover her mother's well-rounded form with his own muscular body. Her mother's legs spread quickly, widely, her knees bent and her feet flat on the shifting surface of the waterbed. Both of her mother's hands were between their perspiring bodies, finding and gripping the shaft of Norman's raging prick, guiding it to the center of her hot womanhood... her pussy.

"Ooooh, yes, yes, fuck me!"

Her mother's words came out in a gasp, almost a gurgle of pleasure as she felt the head of Norman's dick dip into her cunt. The knob stretched her labia wonderfully, drawing them taut. As he sank into her, his long, wickedly throbbing prick pulsating with hot blood and boiling semen, she felt every little bump and irregularity in the surface.

"Aaaaah... that's it!"

Mindy couldn't believe that it was her mother... her mother! talking and acting like that. To be sure, she'd known her mother took lovers since she'd first learned the facts of life seven years before. And her mother had brought her boyfriends home with her before, too, even had one or two sleep over without the least attempt at concealing the fact. But never had she ever dreamed that her mother, the career woman with the sharp mind and crisp, businesslike manner, could ever be so quickly and thoroughly transformed into a naked, writhing mass of nerves and flesh! She watched, eyes wide and fixed on the reflected forms in the mirror. Her legs still bent, her mother was gripping Norman's trim hips with the insides of her thighs while simultaneously throwing her hips up to meet his little lurches. But as his cock became thoroughly lubricated with the effusive secretions on the inside of her mother's cunt, Norman's strokes began to pick up in both speed and intensity. Faster, deeper, stronger, and all the time, her mother was meeting him shot for shot, humping back up at him with all her strength. The sounds of the wet genitals slurping and sliding together, the sound of wet abdominal flesh slapping together, the sound of balls smacking up against the crease of her mother's rich, firm buttocks... all of those sounds filled Mindy's ears. And their effect went directly to her cunt.

She plunged the invading finger into her own pussy as deeply as she could. Mindy had all but stripped her cherry completely away with a variety of slim objects over the past few years of experimentation... and frustrated horniness. She wriggled the digit inside her pussy, feeling the walls of her quim close on the intruder and grip it. Her eyes, half-closed and heavy-lidded, were fixed on the meeting point of the loins of her mother and her mother's lover, seeking and savoring every least, quick glimpse of the thick, bumpy shaft of flesh working in and out of the slot between her mother's legs. How Mindy wished it were her own cunt Norman's prick was reaming! She tried to imagine what that would feel like, what pleasure centers his big cock could find and detonate that were beyond the realm of her slender fingers. Inside the bedroom, the pace was changing. Now Norman was varying the speed and depth of his strokes. First he jammed the full length of his penis into her mother's hot cunt, then he pulled back an inch or so and battered at her with four or five quick, sharp strokes that were powerful enough to jolt her mother's entire body beneath him. But then he slowly withdrew all but the head of his dick. Beneath him, Mindy's mother was arching her hips and exposed gash up to him hungrily, her pelvis rolling and her ass cheeks tensing powerfully with the sensations and needs rushing through her. He held himself there, restrained above her. Just the thick knob of his dong was locked inside her hungry pussy grip... but he was getting the most from ft. Norman began swinging his hips above Mindy's mother, describing circles in the air above her. Inside her quim, his cockhead was rubbing, pressing and grinding against her cunt walls from every conceivable direction, stretching and drawing tight her pussy lips in ways few women ever get to know. Again and main, the top of his hard prick shaft actually ground against her mother's swollen, protruding clitoral tip, and her mother responded with loud, guttural groans and vain attempts to jab her pussy up onto more of his stiff dick.

Her mother's body was like a human bridge, with her pelvis the high point in the span. Again and again the woman threw her hips up to her fucker but he was in control, and wasn't about to relinquish it. Slowly, then, Norman pushed perhaps an inch of his penis into her slavering cunt, and no more. Mindy's mother became like a woman possessed.

"Yes-yes... that's it... that's... NO! DON'T STOP! MORE! More... oh, fuck me, dammit fuck me!"

Hearing her mother beg to be fucked so passionately only made Mindy all the hotter for it herself. She thrust her slim finger all the way up into her own sweet little slot... only to find that was a pale substitute for the real thing she craved.

"Please, Norman, please," her mother pleaded.

Norman grinned down at her in the dim illumination. His hips continued moving around and around, now also thrusting up and down a bit at the same time.

"Ohhhhh, pleaaaaaase," she groaned.

Without warning, Norman unleashed a savage flurry of rapid-fire hip jabs. His prick pistoned in and out of her mother's hungry gash. The slurp-slurp of his fleshy prong working within her mother's sloppy, wet pussy was clearly audible. He stopped and again let his hips circle above her in the air. Mindy watched as her mother reacted like a woman flayed alive. Her hips shuddered, her mouth opened and soundless wails of anguish caught in her throat, her breasts heaved. And then Norman let her have it. He crashed down upon her with sudden force, slamming the full length of his hard, thick cock into her, smashing her back down onto the bed with stunning force.

But not so stunning that Mindy's mother couldn't appreciate the sensations. Her cunt had been contracting under the teasing glans- fucking he'd been giving her, and as she received his abrupt attack, her pussy walls were thrust brutally apart. She could feel every detail of the penetration. Her legs came up high, ankles crossing over the small of his back. She was as wide open to his prick as she could get; he wasted no time at all in taking advantage of it. Norman raised his upper body on his arms. Kneeling between her spread, shapely thighs, feeling the grip of her legs on him, he battered at her pussy and pubis with his achingly hard dick. The hard, bony ring at the base of his prick smacked up against her swollen, sensitive pussy lips and the protruding bud of her clitoral stem. His dong was reaching and detonating all of the readied, explosive charges of pleasure deep inside her. Mindy saw her mother whipping her head from side to side on the bed. Her movements told Mindy that they were into the short strokes, the frantic jabs, the urgent thrusts that precede cumming. She could just picture her mother's cunt gripping and climbing the fleshy pole of Norman's hard cock, covering and uncovering just the bottom inch or two as she strained for her orgasm. Suddenly, her mother arched her hips up at her lover. Still keeping her leg grip on him, she curved her back up and jammed her spread loins eagerly towards him.

"Oh shit-yes-yes... YESSSSSsssss!" she screamed, the orgasmic cry trailing off into a wail of intense pleasure, finally becoming a long, gasping hiss of ecstasy as she made the peak she'd craved so hungrily.

But then Norman's loins were bashing hers, and Mindy heard him grant with strain and pleasure. Again and again he heaved against Mindy's mother's pussy, jolting her curvaceous form beneath him. He's cumming inside her! Mindy realized with sudden excitement. What, she wondered, did it feel like to have a man empty his balls of their load of hot, thick, creamy sperm inside her cunt?

"Oh, yes, I can feel you cumming... yes, yes, yes," her mother was blathering. Mindy managed to wedge another finger into her tight, unfucked cunt and rubbed the two of them rapidly back and forth, and then froze. Their movements on the waterbed had stopped. They lay limply together. At any moment, they might notice the open door and catch her peeping on them. With a silent moan of frustration, Mindy pulled the two fingers from her pussy. She held them beneath her nose, sniffing; she loved the aroma of sex, even her own. Tentatively, she licked her index finger. She'd never done that before.

So that's what it tastes like! Ummmm, not bad... not bad at all. Then she crept hurriedly back up the stairs to her room, her cunt aching with need, her body crying out for the one thing for which it seemed built, and the one thing she had never had: A good fucking.
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She closed the door to her room behind her, and then stood, motionless. What could she do? Her body was burning with the need to come and her mind still reeled with what she'd seen and heard in her mother's room. Why not me? Every fiber of her body, every nerve, seemed preternaturally sensitive. She was aware of the terry cloth robe against her nipples and breasts, caressing them with each breath. She could feel the material on her ass cheeks, pressing against the smooth, firm-molded mounds of flesh. She felt it against her thighs, her hips; her flat abdomen, and she could feel the coolness of the air in her room slipping between the folds of the robe to rub and taunt her overheated pussy. Why does Bernie always stop? She and Bernie had been going together for almost four months. He'd kissed her deeply, slipped his hands inside her blouses and sweaters and tasted her breasts. He'd insinuated his fingers beneath her slacks and skirts and dresses to rub her sweet little chub of a cunt. Once he'd even opened her blouse and sucked her tits. But he always stopped. Like tonight.

She remembered the feel of his hands on her, remembered the way his fingers had found her nipples inside her top that night. He'd know how to tweak them just so, sending shivers of mingled pleasure and pain through her. She slid her own hands between the folds of the robe. The sash, already loosened, fell open. Mindy cupped her own breasts, tenderly squeezed them. Her knees became weak and her cunt felt as if it would burst into flame at any moment. She lifted her tits, testing their firm, seventeen-year-old thrust, their well-developed fullness, the creamy texture of the flesh. She revolved them slightly, feeling all the muscles and ligaments gently pulling. She closed her eyes, imagining that it was Bernie doing it to her, that he was standing behind her and his hands were on her tits. Her hands slipped down from her breasts to press against her rib cage, then moved lower. Her fingers glided over her trim waist, the gentle flare of her slim hips, then dropped to the sleek, smooth, taut flesh of her thighs. Mindy shrugged her shoulders. The robe fell free from her and came to rest on the floor. She stood naked in the center of her room, the only light from the little bedside lamp. She faced the full-length mirror again and she looked at herself with appreciative eyes. She watched her own hands move over the tops of her thighs. She shifted, legs parting more. Now her hands moved up over the soft, extra- sensitive inner flesh at the tops of her thighs. Her vision telescoped in on her fingers. They moved and meandered about the juncture of her lissome legs. She shuddered as her fingertips grazed the outermost edges of her pussy lips. That felt so good! She imagined that it was Bernie touching her pussy, toying with her labia, that his fingers were fondling and squeezing the soft petals. She shoved one hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt in her palm. She pressed against her quim, rubbing it slowly in little ellipsoid circles that both massaged her cunt lips and drew them back and forth over her warming clitoral nubbin's tip. Her legs were getting weak, rubbery and her knees began to buckle.

She pulled her hand from between her legs, looking down at it. She could see the bright dew of her pussy on the flesh. The inner walls of her unfucked cunt screamed for something long and thick and hard to be crammed between them... something long and hard and thick and hot, filled with hot blood and ready to fire hot semen. A cock. But the only cock in the house was attached to her mother's lover. She had a quick mental image of herself walking, naked, into her mother's bedroom at that moment. She visualized Norman and her mother going at it again and in her mind she saw herself walking to the edge of the bed, tapping Norman on the shoulder. In that fantasy they stopped their fucking and looked up at her, smiling patiently.

"Mind if I borrow him for a little while, Mom? Just for a half hour or so?"

"Oh, sure, honey, go right ahead. I'll do my nails while I'm waiting."

Her eyes flickered over the room, and came to rest on her hairbrush. It was an ultra-modern design, sent to her by her father for a birthday present a few months before. The hairbrush was part of a matched set of utensils that included a comb and a teasing brush. They were made of Lucite acrylic, smoky pink. She crossed the room to the dresser and lifted the hairbrush in pussy-juiced fingers. The handle extended a good six inches from it and was a bit thicker than her index finger. It was only a substitute, she knew, and a poor substitute at that. But it was all she had. As she baked at it, one hand slithered back down between her legs. Her fingers moved lightly over her labia, teasing the flesh and maintaining the terrible level of her as yet unsatisfied arousal. Like someone in a dream, she walked to her bed. With each step, her pussy lips moved back and forth beneath her fingers. She sat on the edge of the bed and lay back, her long legs bent at the sedge of the mattress and her feet flat on the floor, her sleek thighs widespread. She let the tip of the brush handle trail over her breasts, around and around the snowy hillocks of firm flesh. The tip moved over her nipples. They were stiff, swollen with hot blood and even more sensitive than usual to tactile sensation. She bit her lower lip to stifle a sigh of pleasure as she pushed the end of the brush handle down onto her nipples, each in turn, indenting the turgid tit-tips. Then she moved the brush handle down in the narrow valley of cleavage between her breasts, closing her eyes and telling herself that it was a man's cock, that he was letting her feel its hardness against her dermis before he thrust that rigidity into her pussy. Still lower, the end of the Lucite brush handle moved over her flushed body. It barely grazed the softened ridges of taut, lean muscle crisscrossing her stomach, only lightly trailed over the sensitive flesh of her flat abdomen. The tip of the hairbrush handle was at the outermost tendrils of her fiery pubic thatch. Mindy's lower glory was as titian as her head's mane... but a shade or so lighter, with more of the coppery fire and less of the somber brown in its hue. She traced the perimeter of the soft, silken fur, legs parting with excitement and anticipation.

And in her mind, her lover was gripping his hard cock with one hand, guiding it ever closer to the softly haired slit of pink between her long, lissome legs. In her mind, that lover was Bernie, her boyfriend, with his quick hands and cheerfully boyish smile and dark brown eyes. But as the tip of the handle began probing at the wet region of her labia and the crease of her thighs, her imaginary lover began to change. His features became vague and indistinct in her mental view. His face become older, his smile less boyish and more confident, his hands less fluttering and more certain. She flicked the end of the hairbrush up and down against her lower lip, biting it to stifle the groans of pleasure welling up in her throat. The cool lucite was quickly becoming slimed with her abundant pussy juices. The touch of it moving up and down between the tightly compressed edges of her cute little chub lips was sending new shivers of excitement through her. In her mind's eyes, she was a voyeur watching herself and a man, a mature man, a dark-complected man with dark hair and a strong, slim, fit body and incredibly knowing hands. The man's face resolved itself, became distinct in her imagination.

Norman.

"Oooooo," she moaned, wedging the tip of the substitute cock between her labia. She swiveled it around and around a bit, trying to duplicate with the rounded Lucite end of the handle what she'd seen Norman doing to her mother with the swollen knob of his cock only moments before. She felt her cunt lips pulling and shifting, being drawn back and forth about the shaft of her protruding little clit. The sensations roiled more urgently inside her. Her hips tensed and rolled on the bed with the wash of pleasure through her lithe form. Her breasts, so large and full for an otherwise slender frame, jiggled and heaved with the increasing violence of her writhing. She pressed the makeshift dildo into her cunt, both hands between her legs gripping the wiry bristles. As the slender shaft probed up into her, her mouth slowly opened wider and wider. Her head jerked from side to side on the bed, her hair whipping back and forth. Deeper and deeper, she could feel the cock of her fantasy lover plumbing her innermost regions. She felt the touch of flesh against her pussy lips. It was her hands, but in her mind the touch was that of Norman's groin as the base of his cock sank into her quim grip. Her legs opened still more and she heaved her willowy hips forward to met his thrust. She pulled the hairbrush lover back, shuddering as she felt her cunt walls clamping tightly together behind it. She loved his touch; he knew exactly how to move inside her, precisely how she wanted his rigid dick to probe up into her body. He was so good, just as she'd thought he would be, just as she'd hoped. Back and forth, in and out, the handle of the hairbrush plunged between her tight labia. Her hips jerked upwards, arching and bumping. The bed shifted beneath her with the power of her heaves. She took one hand from the false cock she used and brought it up, to her rollicking tits. Mindy caught one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, tweaking it, squeezing it, rolling it, pretending that the touch was not of her own hand but of his hips, that he'd leaned his head down to suck her breasts as he fucked her slavering cunt. The sound of the lucite dildo working within the grip of her hungry, wet cunt joined the little gasps and moans escaping her lips. Loud slurps and sucking noises grew both in volume and intensity as she whipped the hairbrush back and forth between her legs. With each in- stroke, the edge of her hand pressed against the lips of her cunt and her aching clit, adding those sensations to the feel of the slick, hard lucite handle within her vaginal walls. Faster, harder, as if she intended to disembowel herself, she was working the handle of the hairbrush in and out of her pussy with furious need.

In her mind, her lover was fucking his big hard prick into her cunt with the power of impending orgasm. She was eager to feel him cumming inside her, desperate to feel his hot juices flooding inside her snatch, filling her pussy and womb to overflowing. She wanted his semen to drench her innards till it backed up and flooded out of her slot, staining the bed beneath her. She felt the explosion growing closer within her. Her hips writhed sinuously, arching up to meet every thrust from her dream lover's cock. And then... She came. It was on her, all at once. The full rush of her orgasm slammed through her body, starting at the entrance of her cunt and spreading outward. She bridged upwards, her pelvis humping towards the ceiling. With abrupt strength, she crammed the last of the hairbrush handle into her pussy and threw her head back. Her mouth lolled open. Her breasts rose, fell, rose, and stayed there, throbbing, thrust upwards. Her thighs shook, her calves knotted, her belly rippled, and most of all, her cunt contracted and fluttered over the length of the lucite rod shoved into her. She fell back, panting. Mindy expelled the breath she'd been unconsciously holding. The coiled ball of tension between her hips unraveled, taking with it her carefully constructed fantasy. But not her frustration.

For despite it all, she still wanted to feel a real cock in her slot, wanted to feel it throbbing and jerking and spasming, wanted most of all to feel it spitting and spurting hot, thick, heavy cream all over the blazing fires within her body. She lay there, half on the edge of the bed gasping for breath. The hairbrush protruded from her cunt, the handle still tightly gripped by the strong little muscles at the entrance of her fiery young cunt. The coppery hair there was tangled and matted about the shaft of the handle. The lucite itself was slimed with pussy juice. She reached down and gripped the end of the hairbrush. She started to pull it out, then hesitated. She twisted it and the handle moved with little friction of her vaginal hold, fanning still more the dying ember of her lust. But then her eyes caught sight of the clock. It was late, nearly two in the morning, and she had to get up for school in a few hours. Catching her full, pouting lower lip between her even white teeth to repress the moans fighting to escape her mouth, she pulled the hairbrush handle out of her snatch. The feel of it cumming out again reminded her of the peak she'd achieved just moments before and more... it reminded her body of the pleasure. The handle gone, she lay there again for long moments, staring up at the ceiling and wishing that her lover hadn't been merely imaginary. She tried to dream what it would be like to feel a man's limp dong pulling out of her pretty little slit and then the steady drool of his semen dribbling from between the tightly compressed lips. She tried to imagine that her lover would take her in his arms and tenderly kiss her, vowing never to so much as look at another woman, that she was so good to him with sex that no other woman could possibly interest him. She tried to imagine it. But it was hard. She thought of her boyfriend. Why didn't he take her? Why did he always back off? He had to know she wanted to feel his prick inside her cunt, couldn't help but know it.

Finally, she sat up, then stood. The cock of her dream lover, the hairbrush, lay forgotten on the bedspread as she strode with languid, uneasy grace into her bathroom and prepared for bed. And even as she twisted the chromed faucet handles and the water came gushing out, she was already deciding what she would do to cure her frustration. She would no longer play the role of the passive, unresisting young girl with her boyfriend. That hadn't succeeded in getting her the sex she wanted. No, she was going to take the initiative. She slipped into the bed. For long minutes she lay there, mind racing. Sleep wouldn't come. She was too tense, too stiff, every muscle throbbing, aware of every beat of blood pulsating through her veins. As always, she was naked beneath the covers, and when her fingers finally meandered down to the juncture of her sleek thighs, they had no difficulty at all in finding the pleasure spots between them.


"Time to get up, Mindy!" Her mother's voice through the door was brisk and cheerful with the new morning. Mindy was annoyed. Not that her mother was waking her. In fact, Mindy had already been awake. She'd slept only fitfully and she welcomed the morning. It gave her an excuse to surrender in the battle to sleep and finally arise.

What she resented was the reason for her mother's cheer and her own melancholy. Her mother, after all, had gotten it the night before. Mindy hadn't.

She swung her long legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching away the uncomfortable links... not the stiffness that follows a good, sound sleep. I wonder if Norman is still here?

There was no real reason for her mother's lover to have left yet; Mindy knew he owned a small real estate business on the increasingly fashionable Upper West Side of Manhattan. And Norman had been getting it on with her mother long enough for him to be "allowed" to sleep over the entire night and leave next day. Quickly, Mindy pulled on a filmy peignoir and brushed her glorious hair back into a ponytail. She checked herself out in the mirror. The peignoir was becoming to her, a pale yellow color, but when she stepped through the bright sunlight coming through her window, it became all but transparent. Most of her was placed on display, her thighs above the midpoint hem clearly silhouetted right up to the little ripples of young pussy lip shadows through the material. Her breasts, unfettered and disdaining the support of a bra as unnecessary, bounced enticingly while still straining with their firm thrust against the fabric. Her nipples were dark spots in the center of pale mounds of creamy flesh... dark spots that were slowly hardening to twin spikes from the friction of the lightweight peignoir against them. She looked sexy and edible, and wet, with her finely chiseled features and red hair and bright green eyes, she also somehow managed to look like an ice maiden, almost haughty in her appearance. She took a deep breath, her magnificent breasts testing the holding power of the peignoir, threw her shoulders back, and then opened the door and walked out into the corridor. She jounced quickly down the stairs to the kitchen, tits bobbling beautifully, and sadly, for there was no one to appreciate the sight.

Her mother sat at the kitchen table, staring out the window. The view was to the west, and much of midtown was easily visible. Their building was on Thirty-fifth and Lexington, their apartment on the fortieth and forty-first floors. Over on the Park Avenue block, a well- dressed couple in their fifties were taking breakfast on the garden patio of their penthouse, served by a handsome black man in a butler's uniform. The man was reading the paper. Mindy was sure it was the Times.

"Good morning, Mom," she said, leaning over to press her lips lightly to her mother's cheek. Her mother's complexion was still as soft and alluring as any woman of twenty might wish. At thirty-nine, she turned teenaged heads to watch her with ease.

"Hi, Mindy," her mother answered. "Coffee?"

"I'll get it."

She knew her mother was watching her reflection in the windowpane. It made her a bit uncomfortable this morning. Whatever was on her mother's mind, though, she knew it couldn't be too time-consuming. Her mother was a copyrighter for an ad agency... a damn good one, too, and would be leaving for work in a few minutes. She was already dressed in a camel dress cut an inch or so up her thighs and hugging her trim waist to emphasize all the more the curvaceous fullness of her bust and ass. Mindy walked over to the table with her coffee and sat opposite her mother.

"You came in awfully late, young lady," her mother began gently. "I thought you understood: no late dates on school nights. Leave you too groggy to learn. You look half-asleep as it is."

"Un-huh." Mindy sipped her coffee. She couldn't resist asking. "How was your date?"

Her mother's eyes clouded. "Oh, fine, fine." She was momentarily lost in a reverie of remembered passions... as Mindy had hoped.

But then her mother drained her cup and looked Mindy squarely in the eye. "Mindy,"

"Um?"

"Are you a virgin?"

Mindy nearly shit herself. "Am I a what?"

"Virgin. You know, intact hymen and all that."

"Mom, for crying out loud."

"Well, are you?"

She sighed. "Yes, Mother." Which was, technically, true. While she had managed to strip away that little piece of skin over the past few years of cramming various objects into her hot young cunt, she never had actually, fucked with a man.

To her dismay.

"Why?" her mother asked.

Mindy stared at her. "Why?" she echoed.

"I asked you first."

Mindy couldn't help but smile at the old Groucho line. "Well, I just... just haven't... haven't... you know, Mom."

"Why not? Bernie's got the hots for you, and unless high school and college boys have changed markedly since I was your age, probably half the straight males in the city drool over you. So why?"

Mindy was just getting around to formulating the answer to that when her mother stood and said, "I'd better get going. But if you decide you're going to do any you-know-what, young lady, you call the doctor and arrange some precautionary measures, if you know what I mean." She bent, kissed Mindy on the forehead. "See you later, Mindy."

"Yeah, have a nice day, Mom." Mindy stared down into her coffee as her mother left the kitchen. A moment later, the door to the apartment closed.

Cripes, she thought, even her mother had seemed a bit put off to hear that Mindy hadn't done any fucking, had not been getting her share.

Maybe, she thought, there would come a time when any good mother would ask her that of her daughter out of genuine concern. She could picture it:

"Are you feeling okay, Jane?"

"I'm okay, Mom."

"Are you sure? Let me look at you." And then after examining her daughter's appearance, a good mother would ask," Jane, have you been getting your share lately?"

And if her daughter admitted she hadn't been, her mother would admonish her to go out and find a man with a good stiff dick. Maybe turn over the keys to the bedroom for the night.

Mindy sighed again. That time hadn't come... yet. Though she suspected that it did really happen that way in at least a few households.

But not her own. Not yet, at least.

She finished her coffee and got ready for school.

By happy coincidence, that was the day of the teacher's meeting at her school, and therefore all of the classes for the afternoon were called off.

It fit in perfectly with Mindy's scheme.

She met Bernie in the usual place... outside the Sixty-eighth Street entrance to the IRT.

"Hi, Mindy," he said brightly, kissing her lightly on the cheek and slipping one arm about her. They made a striking couple. Bernie was tall and well-built and handsome, with dark, curly hair that almost covered his ears. He squeezed her to him. It was the same, as always.

So far. But what Bernie didn't know was what she had in mind for him.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Not much. What're you doing this afternoon?"

"Nothing in particular. Got something in mind?"

You don't know the half of it. "Oh, I thought we might go back to my house and just fall out. There might be a good movie on cable TV."

"Suits me." They went into the station and boarded a train to Thirty-third Street, then disembarked and walked to, Mindy's apartment building. They'd done this before and always had ended up watching cable television movies or playing Scrabble. Occasionally, they'd gotten down to it and once that had led to some pretty heavy messing around. But when Mindy had put her hand on the bulge in his pants, Bernie had suddenly gotten scared and backed off. He was afraid her mother might find them. Or something.

She'd whacked off till her pussy was sore that night.

"I'll be right back," she said when they .got inside the apartment. "Going to get out of these and into something a little more comfortable. Be at home."

In her own room, she quickly stripped off her school clothes and pulled on a sashed blouse that reached almost to her knees, a pair of black panties and nothing else. She tied a loose knot in the sash so that the sides hugged in just enough to accentuate her trim waist and the soft, gentle flare of her adolescent hips... not to mention the bold, impudent thrust of her twin mounds of quivering, creamy tit flesh.

This time, when she came flouncing down the stairs, there was someone to appreciate it.

Bernie looked like his eyeballs were going to roll right out of his head.

"What are you looking at?" Mindy demanded sharply.

"Y-y-y-y-" he stammered.

"Sounds like?" she teased, putting on as though they were playing charades.

Bernie stopped, took a deep breath, and then another. Finally, he said, "Mindy, I can see... everything."

She sidled up close to him, slung her arms up over his shoulders and around his neck and pressed the full length of her lovely body to his. She could feel the potent bulge of his cock through his trousers growing down his thigh.

"Complaints?" she whispered, slipping her fingers up through the hair on the back of his head. She let her eyelids half-close, gave her hips a little twist so that her out-thrust little pubic mound would move against his thigh. His eyes were momentarily distant, and then became fearful.

And still, he'd made no move to take advantage of her blatant offer.

Mindy pulled his head down, meeting his still-stammering lips with her own. Her mouth was open in moist, yielding invitation and as soon as the first contact was made, she let her tongue slither out and in between his teeth. His tongue jerked back at her touch, as though burned... but she pursued him.

Within moments, their tongues were dueling on the playing field of their wetly joined mouths. She could feel his dick swelling still harder, throbbing even more insistently within the confines of his regulation jeans. His arms tightened about her back, crushing the luscious swells of her breasts fiercely against his chest.

But then, Bernie suddenly pulled his mouth from hers, averting his face.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"We... we shouldn't be doing this," he breathed.

"Shouldn't be..." She stopped, caught her breath "And why not?"

"Because we're liable to get carried away." Bernie answered.

"And what's wrong with that?" she demanded.

"Because I-you-"

"Spit it out!"

"Because you're a virgin."

"I don't want to be a virgin," she said carefully. Suddenly, she understood. One of her girlfriend's had told her that she'd lost a boyfriend who wouldn't fuck her because she'd told him she was a virgin. She'd simply let her next man assume she wasn't... until the bloody evidence afterwards told him.

"Mindy!" Bernie gasped.

Obviously, she thought, Bernie didn't want what he perceived to be the responsibilities and ties of popping a girl's cherry.

Only one thing to do.

Mindy slipped one hand down over his thigh until her fingers had closed about the rigid, pulsating lump of his penis within his pants. Bernie gasped and yanked her fingers away from him. "Don't!"

"But why..."

"Because you're a..."

"Maybe I don't want to be," she said. "And maybe I'm not."

His jaw fell. "But you said..."

She went into her act. "I'm sorry, Bernie, but I..." She raised her eyes and met his gaze. "I lied."

"You lied? You? I don't believe it!"

"It's true," she said. "I-I don't like to talk about it because it was... against my will."

"You were raped?"

Was it her imagination or did his cock really give an extra spasm?

"When I was thirteen," she continued, improvising effectively. "No one knows except Mom and me, and you, now. Not even Daddy knows."

"Cripes," he whispered.

She was sure: he was more excited. She let her hand slip back down his leg, insinuating it between them. She slowly covered the swollen bar of his prick flesh and gently increased the pressure of her fingers on it. She could see the reaction in the slowly changing expression on his face.

"Why are you telling me now?" he managed to ask.

"Because you'd never have gotten around to making love to me otherwise, and I want you to."

"You want me to?" he asked, as though he were unable to believe what she'd said.

"Yes," she hissed, and tightened her finger grip powerfully about his cock.

Bernie groaned, flinched, eyes closing.

"Yes, Bernie, I do," she murmured. "Take me!"

"Oh, cripes, cripes," he groaned... but still made no move to do as she'd asked.

So Mindy literally took matters into her own hands. She moved her fingers deftly and his zipper was open. She reached inside with one hand and got her fingers into his briefs. A moment of quick, desperate fumbling and she had his aching cock out into the open air.

And in her cool hand.

"Do you want me to tell you about it?" she asked.

He didn't even ask her what 'it' was. He knew. "Yeah," he said. "Tell me."

She wrapped her fingers about the stiff bar of dick flesh, savoring its heat and the steel behind the velvety softness. His cock was a good nine inches long and thicker than the handle of her hairbrush dildo. The knob was purpled with blood and his shaft thickened just slightly before disappearing down into the mass of coarse, wary hair matting over the base of his groin. His balls were tight and full with pent-up semen.

Again, she improvised, as her fist began shuttling slowly up and down over the length of his dong.

"It was late summer," she said, hand moving, "just after my birthday and just before school started."

As she spoke, she moved slowly backwards, gradually backing towards the conversation pit sofa. He followed her.

"It was the year before you moved into the area and it was very hot."

She loved the feel of his hardon beneath her fingers.

"I was swimming in the pool of the thirtieth floor of the building. It was late, nearly eleven, and it was almost deserted... except for the pool guard and one of his friends."

She felt the edge of the couch cushions against the backs of her knees, gracefully lowered herself to sit.

"He was watching me all night. Maybe it was the way I was dressed."

"What were you wearing?" Bernie asked hoarsely.

"A pair of bikini bottoms, and an old white teeshirt. My breasts were really just starting to develop then. They weren't as big as they are now."

She was sitting, facing him, looking right at his cock, and it seemed to Mindy almost as if his prick was staring right back at her with the cyclopean eye of the pee-hole slit in the glans. As she spoke, she slowly loosened the sash of her top and let it swing open, exposing her gorgeous tits to his hungry eyes. He feasted on them, devouring the perfection of their curves, the saucy uptilt of her stiffened little nipples, the melonlike firmness of the mounds of milky white flesh.

Slowly, she brought her free hand up and let her fingers slightly caress the underside of one thrusting, snowy hillock, emphasizing the gentle fullness of the well-developed tit.

"Gawd, they're beautiful," Bernie managed to mutter. He stared at them as though he'd never seen a woman's naked boobs before.

"My breasts weren't nearly this large," she repeated, half- encircling one jug with her hand and lifting and squeezing it by way of illustration. She bent her head down and licked out her tongue, barely grazing the taut little spike of pink nipple flesh. Then she looked up at him, saw his eyes locked onto her. "They've always been super- sensitive... even then," she whispered. "The cold water in the pool made the nipples get all hard and pointy... like they are now." Again she bent her head and teased the turgid little peak with her wet tongue. She felt an answering gush of warmth through her cunt.

"I saw the guard watching me. He was eighteen. His name was..." She stopped. "It doesn't matter."

"You know who it was?" Bernie asked, and then gasped as his cock was treated to a sudden, rapid shuttling by her fingers.

"Sure," she answered, squeezing tightly about the base of his dick. "But we didn't prosecute."

"Cripes... oh, shit!"

Again her fingers had tightened about his dick shaft. At the same time, her free hand had moved to open the waist of his pants. The jeans fell to the floor about his ankles. She relinquished her grip on his click long enough to work his briefs down off his hips and about his thighs.

And then her fingers were once more wrapped about the angry erection throbbing from his loin.

"He watched me for a while. Then he asked me if I knew how to do the butterfly stroke. I told him I didn't and he said he'd show me. When he stood up on the chair I saw this big bulge inside his lifeguard swimming trunks. I knew what those things were all about but... but I'd never actually seen one before."

Which was a blatant lie on her part. She'd seen hard male cock before, all right. She'd loved watching from her bedroom window as the couple in the building across the courtyard fucked.

"He got into the water with me," Mindy said, her hand moving gradually faster on Bernie's prick. He had me float on my belly and slipped his arms under me to show me how to move, and then he put his hands on my titties and squeezed them."

She stopped, licked her lips. The head of his prick looked as if it were going to explode from the pressure of hot blood within it.

"I was scared and tried to get away from him," she continued with her invented story. "But I couldn't. And besides, as soon as he did that, I felt this warm sensation inside me, like an ache. He turned me over in the water, then wrapped one arm around my waist and held me close." She closed her eyes. Her hand began twisting over the skin of his prick. "I could feel all his muscles against me, and that... that thing inside his swimsuit all hard and stiff and throbbing. It was pressing right between my legs, against my pussy. I couldn't help it; it was starting to turn me on."

She ran the tip of her tongue slowly over her lips. Then she opened her eyes and found Bernie staring, slack-jawed, at her.

"He put one hand down the back of my swimsuit, then reached down with his fingers till they were touching between my legs, right on the lips of my pussy. It didn't have any hair at all on it then... it hasn't even got that much on it now. I thought I was going to melt, the way it felt"

She stopped, took a deep breath and felt the aching in her tits. She was turning herself on with the story as well.

"All the strength seemed to go out of me as he told me how he'd always watched me, always wanted to do that with me and show me how good it felt. He said he'd always imagined what it would be like to..."

"Go on," Bernie rasped. "What?"

"To suck my pussy," she said quickly, as if ashamed to say it. "How sweet and tasty it would be, what it would be like to put his tongue up inside me and suck my pussy lips, how hot and tight my little cunt would be when he fingered it. And the more he talked like that, the more he played with my pussy, the more turned on I got. I was getting weak. I couldn't make myself fight him... not even when he pulled my bottoms off."

"Oh cripes, yes," Bernie whispered, eyes closed. "I can just imagine your little ass, all hard and tight, your little cunt, so sweet and fresh. Cripes."

"He carried me over to the side of the pool and put me up on the deck. The astroturf was brand-new then and soft underneath me. My legs were hanging over the edge of the pool, dangling into the water. He put his big hands on my thighs, spread my legs and, and then he put his mouth over me down there." She shivered with imagined, remembered sensations. "I thought I'd die, it felt so good. His tongue was playing with my pussy lips and moving up inside me just a little bit and he nipped at my labia. From time to time, he'd shove his tongue way up inside me and then suck as hard as he could on my pussy, and then I'd feel like he was sucking my insides out. Pretty soon I was pushing my hips towards him, shoving my pussy into his mouth.

"And then he was putting his big hands underneath my ass, lifting my hips and feeding my pussy into his mouth like it was a Chinese meal."

She shook, her hips writhing and grinding downwards against the sofa fabric. She was imagining what it would have been like even as she made it all up, and it was making her hotter than ever.

"He kept that up for a few more minutes, and then he started sliding me backwards on the astroturf, climbing out of the pool. He stopped eating me, and then I looked up. My tee-shirt was all I had on and it was plastered tight to me with the water. It was almost invisible. But he...." She stopped, took a deep breath, noting the way Bernie's prick was jerking in her grip." He was totally nude. I looked at his penis and, and then I got scared. All of a sudden, I realized what he was going to do, where he was going to put it, and I knew I couldn't take it. It was way too big for my first dick, just too much!"

"How big was it?" Bernie asked, breathless.

"Oh, it wasn't as big as yours," she said cleverly. "But to me it looked like the Empire State Building."

"And then, did he?"

"Yes," Mindy answered quickly. "He got down on his knees between my legs. He made me put my hand on it. I didn't want to, I told him I was afraid, and he called me dirty names and said if I didn't, he'd... he'd... he'd put it somewhere else... up my backside."

Bernie could only blink, and then flinch again as she gave his hardened click a quick twist with her increasingly expert hand.

"I knew if he did that it'd just about kill me... so I did as he told me. I put the head of his penis up against my little cunny. He told me to rub it up and down and I did. That felt good, especially when the soft skin on his glans hit my clit. I was still excited, and the juices from inside my little pussy made me even hotter when I heard them slurping on his dong."

She paused as Bernie put one hand on her shoulder and pushed her blouse back. It fell from her upper body. She was naked from the waist up.

"Then he told me to use my fingers to spread the labia. I did. I could feel the cool, moist air from the pool on the inside of my pussy. Somehow, that made me feel wilder, abandoned, ready to try anything.

"And then he told me to put the head of his penis into my vagina.

"I did."

"Did it hurt?" Bernie whispered. His hands were on her shoulders, slipping lower to cover her magnificent breasts. He caught her turgid nipples between thumbs and forefingers, twisting and rolling the sensitive points of pink flesh. It felt so much better to Mindy when someone else did that for and to her.

"Just a little," she breathed. "At first. It was so big and I was so little and tight. It felt like my labia were going to split wide open. But he told me to... to touch my clit and play with myself."

"And..."

"And," she continued, "it started to feel good... very good. The more I did that, the longer he held still, the better it felt and the more I wanted him to do more."

"And did he?"

"Yes." The word was hardly more than a modulated breath. "Yes, he did. He started pushing his big thing into my little pussy. At first it just kept feeling good... but then he kept pushing and the head of his penis came up against my hymen. I thought it was going to kill me. It hurt like I never thought anything could hurt.

"'You're tight, little babe,' he said to me.

"I knew that without him saying so, and I knew my hymen was strong, too. As much as he pushed against it, my membrane just wouldn't give. He starred pulling his penis back and jabbing it into me, again and again. In time it felt good, better, turned me on more... until he hit my hymen again.

"I could tell he was getting frustrated. And then, all of a sudden, he put his hands back under my little ass. My butt was so small he could just about cover each cheek with each hand. He squeezed, squeezed so hard it started to hurt. He pulled back till just the head of his penis was still inside me. I thought that maybe he was going to give up and pull out.

"But he didn't."

As her hand moved over Bernie's prick, his hips were shuddering and jerking. She was afraid of going too hard on him: he might cum too soon and she'd be foiled.

But the idea of having him cum in her hand and all over her naked tits wasn't exactly boring to her, either.

On the other hand, though, what she wanted, and what her cunt never tired of signaling to her... was to have his furiously throbbing prick crammed inside her and unloading its copious load there.

"All of a sudden, he slammed back down on top of me. At the same time, he pulled my little hips up to him. His penis slammed into me, the head hit my hymen. The membrane strained, pulled, and then tore, ruptured, ripped away. It was like a pop inside me, and just like that, I wasn't aware of anything but the terrible, terrible pain and the head of his penis sliding all the way up inside my box.

"The pain was like fire inside me. I begged him to stop. I told him to give me a chance. Already, it was feeling just a little bit good up inside me... I knew that if he'd just hold still for a minute or so I could enjoy it. But he wouldn't. He just kept plowing in and out of me, faster and faster. He was grunting and groaning about how tight I was, how hot I was inside. I guess I clamped down on him because of the way it hurt."

Bernie's eyes were entirely closed. His hands were just holding her lovely tits, squeezing the pale mounds of flesh rhythmically.

"After a few minutes, he tensed. His strokes got short and strong , and then I could feel his penis swell up still more inside me.

"And then I felt a load of hot wet stuff shooting inside me. I knew he was cumming.

"After that, he just pulled out of me. His semen and some blood dribbled out of my hairless little slit for a moment.

"And then he just got a couple of towels for the blood, helped me get back into my bottoms and took me to the elevator. He let me off at my floor. He quit a week later. When I told Mom what happened, she said not to tell anyone else... but that it wasn't anything to be ashamed of."

She looked up into Bernie's lust slackened face. "So that's why I'm a virgin... but I'm not. Really."

Bernie didn't say anything right then. His breath just kept rasping in and out of his flared nostrils, whistling between his loosely opened lips.

"Well, what do you think, Bernie?" she asked, encircling the shaft of his cock in the depressed ring just behind the flange of the glans with her thumb and forefinger, and tightening her grip.

"Cripes, Mindy," he breathed then, and began pushing her back onto the couch.

She didn't resist.

Mindy kept her grip on his prick as she fell back supine on the sofa. She felt his body shifting as he stepped out of his puddled jeans and briefs, kicking off his shoes. And then his hands were at her slender hips, tugging away her wispy panties. His movements were urgent, his fingers trembling with haste. He actually tore the panties as they passed over her ankles, but she didn't care because the delicious entrance to her tight, unfucked cunt was naked and exposed to the cool air and his lusty gaze. She felt his hand come down between her spreading legs to cup the lightly haired chub. His palm rubbed back and forth, testing the elasticity of the labia. She could more than feel the touch: she could hear it as the tightly compressed pussy lips sucked apart under his massage. Mindy moaned and arched her nubile hips upward with eager response to his hand's movements. He slipped one finger inside the opening, prying apart the taut lips. She gasped with pleasure at the invasion of a finger other than her own. The powerful muscles at the entrance of her cunt bore down with reflexive urgency on the invading digit. Her pussy actually seemed to suck his finger in deeper as Bernie began stroking it in and out in imitation of the solid fucking she craved so much.

At the same time, he was lowering himself to his knees between her quivering thigh. Mindy reached down with shaking fingers and found the head of his prick. She grasped it as she'd claimed to have grasped the head of another cock and led it directly to the point where it was most needed... the separation of her tight little labia. Bernie hissed softly as she rubbed the velvety, nerve-covered glans up and down in the tiny slit between her labia, sliming it with her effusive pussy juices. Again and again, it hit the head of her protruding little clitoral nubbin and she responded with heaves of her hips as the pleasures coursed through her. But then she knew that the time had finally come. She could draw out the moment no longer. Mindy put her other hand between her legs. Her fingers found and spread her pussy lips. She fitted the head of his cock between them and released the labia. They clamped tightly about the chunk of soft, swollen male flesh. It fit into her entrance like a cork in the neck of a tight flask.

She took her hands away and put them on his powerfully muscled ass cheeks. Her mouth opened in soundless wails of sensation. She could feel every pulsation of hot blood throbbing through the head of his cock within her pussy lips' grip as clearly as if she were plugged into his heart herself. It was wonderful, terrific, beautiful, every bit as pleasurable as she'd imagined, dreamed and fantasized it would be. Slowly, Bernie began to move. He pushed his hips forward, and his prick slid slowly into her waiting pussy. Steadily, without hesitating, the bar of rigid male meat drove into her aching quim until she had the full length of it inside her.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she hissed up to him. Her breasts were crushed against his wide, powerful chest, and her pussy lips were crushed against the hard, bony ring at the base of his click. Instinctively Mindy began to roll her hips upward, grinding her pussy against his loins. Bernie's cock was already starting to leap and jerk inside her cunt grip and she had a sudden, horrible awareness that he was going to cum soon... very soon. Too soon.

"No, no... wait for me," she pleaded. Desperately, she was thrusting her hips up to him.

But Bernie was already short-stroking in and out of her. Barely half the length of his cock was being withdrawn and piled back into her receptive cunt and that with all the power and strength he could muster. Going faster and faster, meeting his downstrokes with her own heaving lurches upwards, she strove for the orgasm she felt only moments away. She could feel every bump and vein in his lovely hard cock as it slid in and out between the lips of her pussy and seemed preternaturally aware of the slap of his potent young balls against the spread furrow of her tightly molded ass. But then he plunged the length of his prick back into her with abrupt power... so much that it knocked the breath from her. Of their own volition, her long, lissome legs came up and wrapped about his hips, her ankles locking and her heels pounding against his ass. She squeezed her eyes shut and strained for her orgasm. And then he let loose inside of her.

"Oh, cripes, Mindy," he moaned, and she felt his geyser of hot cream inside her almost immediately. She could feel each spasm rippling through the long tube running the length of the underside of his prick, feel each sudden jerk of his prick inside her, feel each eruption of spunk shooting out of her and spattering deep, deep inside her burning quim. She answered by heaving her hips up at him with such power that she seemed about to dislodge him. Her pussy had closed about his cock with incredible strength, and, still, she was brief but ineradicable moments away from her own orgasm as he shot his wad.

She felt his cock beginning to deflate inside her cunt, felt the strength, the rigidity, the heat going out of it as it was poured into her cunt and womb. His dick limpened and his jerkings slowed, and then he was lying still and motionless on top of her.

"No... you have to make me cum, too!" she wailed. Her heels pounded ineffectually against the flesh of his ass... but it was useless. He'd cum, dumped the long-restrained load of his balls into her long-denied cunt, and there was nothing in the world that would revive the cock soon enough to bring her the peak she craved.

With sudden anger and frustration, Mindy put her strong, slim hands against his chest and pushed his semi-conscious form off and out of her. The feel of his limp dick coming out of her cunt sent another spasm of residual lust through her slender hips, and then he fell heavily to the floor.

"Hey, what're you doing that for?" Bernie asked groggily... but got no answer. He let his head fall back to the soft, plush carpeting and his eyes closed He began to doze.

While above him, on the sofa, Mindy was digging and pawing at her own cunt with furious need, squeezing and rubbing and kneading her pussy lips as though there were a fire inside them, pinching and flicking her fingertips on her clit, jamming desperate fingers as far inside her pussy as she could. She needed to cum, had to cum. If she didn't cum she was quite certain she was going to lose her mind. It took a while, but after about ten minutes of playing with herself and fantasizing, she finally made it... though it wasn't the shattering intense orgasm she'd felt rising through her while Bernie had been fucking her.

As always, it left her frustrated and in need of something more. She lay still for a few moments, then stood. She looked disgustedly down at the dozing form of her now ex-boyfriend, then strode into the bathroom to shower, douche and change. When she returned to the living room, she prodded Bernie awake with a toe and drove him out of the apartment with angry words while he was still tightening his belt at his waist. There has to be something better, she thought. There just has to be. There was.


Word of Mindy's break-up with Bernie spread quickly. But there was no sudden flood of interest from other boys. For one thing, examinations were starting and at Mindy's school, examinations were taken seriously. For another thing, Bernie was a popular guy in the school. No one wanted to hurt his feelings by leaping on her as soon as she'd put him off. And finally, there was that problem which had plagued Mindy in her relations with the opposite sex for long years.

Mindy herself. Mindy's stunning good looks and her somehow aloof aura literally scared off most of the boys her own age. To be sure, there were always guys who came up to her on the street and made blunt suggestions.

"Hey ba-BEE! How'd you like to get your pussy sucked, sweet tits?"

She ignored the man in the hardhat standing knee-deep in a street excavation and kept right on walking. Sure, there were guys that came on to her. But they always came on to her like animals.

Too bad, too; he was kind of cute.

No, what Mindy was looking for was a man. Not a fumbling, uncertain boy, not an inexperienced kid, not some muscle-headed bimbo whose most suave approach was to follow her down the street making slurping and sucking sounds... but a man.

Like her mother's man.

Norman knows how to treat a woman right. She remembered what she'd seen through the partially opened bedroom door the week before.

Yes, like that.

She stopped into the pharmacy and picked up her prescription for birth control pills, then boarded the subway for home. She tried to push her social thoughts aside and psych herself up for the examinations to come. She had to hit the books and hit them hard.

At Mindy's school, examinations were taken seriously.

Her mother called her at five.

"Hi, Mindy."

"Oh... hi, Mom."

"What's wrong, baby, having a bad time with the books?"

She wanted to tell her mother what was really wrong. She wanted to say, No, Mom, not the books... the boys. Too many boys, Mom, and not enough men. Not enough men with hot, knowing hands and talented, expert tongue and long, thick, hard cocks and the moves to use those cocks.

She caught herself, stopped that line of thought. What's wrong with me? I'm turning into some kind of nymphomaniac or something!

"Ahhh, you know how it is, Mom. Hate to be tied down to these dry old books." And mentally, she added: Especially when I'm sitting in such wet pants.

"Stick with it a little longer, Mindy. Pretty soon it'll be vacation time. When you come back from visiting your father we'll go away for a couple of weeks."

"Sure, Mom. I'm just a little down."

"Well, I'm going to be late tonight."

"Big date with Norman, huh?"

Her mother's chuckle was low and throaty. "Getting predictable, huh?"

"You bet. But that isn't all bad. He seems like a nice guy." Meaning: He knows how to make a woman glad she's a woman.

"Um-hm. Well, don't you stay up too late with those books. You have to be fresh and alert for your tests tomorrow."

"Don't worry. Have a good time, Mom."

"Thanks, Mindy."

Yes, indeed, her mother was going to get her share that night. But not Mindy.

Damn!

She opened her math book and set to studying, assuring herself that she'd make up for the lost time and fun after exams.

"Time to get up, Mindy!"

As always, her mother's voice was brisk and happy. Mindy opened her eyes and stretched her arms high over her head, savoring the feel of her bare breasts moving with her action.

"Are you awake, Mindy?"

"Sure, Mom." She glanced over at the clock, feeling well rested and lazy.

It was nearly eight.

"Holy... hey, Mom..."

"I let you sleep. You don't have any exams till noon today. I'm going, now. Have a good day and don't worry... you know your stuff."

"Bye."

She got up and washed her face, then pulled on a light dressing gown. It was long and loose and feathery.

Mindy went down the stairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on, then sat down and stared out the window. There was the familiar older couple, taking breakfast on the terrace of their apartment and reading their newspapers.

And then she heard a sound.

Norman!

The sound was unmistakable: someone tossing on a bed.

So he's finally sleeping over. Wondered how much longer it would be.

The kettle boiled and she made herself a cup of coffee. She thought about her exam and how well prepared she knew she was for it. She thought about swimming at the health club after school. She thought about the visit to her father's that would come in a few weeks. But no matter what she thought about, her thoughts always seemed to return to the same thing: Norman. And whenever her thoughts returned to him, she found herself with two vivid mental images. One was of Norman hovering above her mother as Mindy had seen them in the bedroom that night, with his hard, thick cock glistening with the secretions of her mother's pussy, plunging and diving, pumping up and down, in and out, stretching the wall's of her mother's cunt and his cock. Stop it! she ordered herself.

But mixed in with that was another mental image, this one of Norman's lean, taut body naked in her mother's bedroom, gently undulating on the waterbed... naked, with his prick long and limber and lying limply along his strongly muscled thigh. She tried to force that thought from her mind as well.

Exams today, she told herself with noble resolve. Exams... I wonder if he's got a hardon? She felt the familiar ache in her nipples, glanced down and confirmed with her eyes what her senses had already told her: they were stiff, swollen with blood. They stood out, clearly limned against the fabric of the dressing gown. And between her legs, her pussy was starting to throb with warmth. The tight little tunnel of her cunt was rapidly soaking with aroused juices. Without consciously thinking about it, she raised one hand to her breasts and rubbed her palm across her nipples. She pressed hard, trying to massage the ache from them. She succeeded only in heightening the urge growing between her nubile hips.

I wonder if he does have a hardon? It couldn't hurt to peek in and look... just look, could it? Of course not. No one would have to know. She pushed back the chair and stood, the dressing gown moving with quiet sibilance against her smooth flesh. She strode gracefully down the hall, leas lone and smooth beneath the dressing gown. She could feel the silky fabric moving across her buttocks with each step, moving like a feathery caress over her soft skin, arousing her still more. It can't hurt just to look and see, she told herself. She paused outside the door to her mother's bedroom. Her breasts heaved, drawing the material tighter about the luscious swellings of creamy tit-flesh, pulling the fabric back and forth over her stiffened nipples and causing the ache in them to grow almost unbearable in its intensity. It can't hurt just to look.

She gripped the doorknob tightly, turned it carefully. The door swung ever so slowly inward, opening wider. She peeked through, found she could see his reflection in the mirror on the dresser, just as she had seen... Norman and her mother, locked together, joined by the fleshy pole of his hard cock, pumping up and down and in and out, faster and faster, her mother's labia drawn tight about his shaft and his prick itself gleaming in the dim light flooding through the window behind the bed, her mother's legs jerking and kicking high about him as she reached for yet another... But that wasn't good enough. She wanted to look directly on it. That was important. That made a difference. It can't hurt just to look. She pushed the door open still wider and stepped into the bedroom. He was naked on the bed... but his back was to her. No... no... that's enough. It isn't meant to be. But it can't hurt just to look. She moved quietly, silently, across the plush white carpeting to the side of the waterbed. She was standing over him, daring to breath but little more. She looked down at his nakedness. And saw it. So that's what it looks like. To Mindy, it was as though she were looking at a disembodied penis. Her eyes saw nothing else except his genitals. She stared at it, focused on it, examined it, took it in. His cock was long and limber and lean, just as she'd imagined. She'd half-hoped that he'd have a piss hardon or an erection from a hot dream, but, she figured, her mother had probably drained him dry. I would have. She scrutinized his prick. It was almost as long, limp, as Bernie's was hard. It wasn't particularly thick. There was a single large vein twisting slowly about the side to the underpart of the shaft, wending its way from just behind the smooth, meaty glans to disappear into his hirsute pubic rug.

She finally took her eyes from his penis, then... only to gaze at his balls. They were partially hidden by his position, but what she could see gave her plenty to look at. His balls were a little bigger than Bernie's, too... but there was something about them, something about the way the flesh of his scrotum wrinkled, something about the long, twisting hairs growing out of it, that literally screamed virility at her. She imagined those big balls producing semen, lots of it, gobs of it, and she imagined his balls jerking and jumping inside the tightened flesh of his scrotum as he came, sending hot spurts of creamy cum burning home inside a cunt. She imagined it firing into her cunt. And as she imagined it, her arousal increased. Mindy felt the throbbing in her nipples as clearly as if it were for the first time, the yearning in her cunt returning with a vengeance to remind her of how unsatisfied she was. She rubbed the lips of her lightly haired slit through the dressing gown. She felt the fabric dampen, then become sodden beneath her fingers, then raised her hand to her nose and sniffed it. The odor of her own aroused sex turned her on even more and she returned the hand to its task. Again and again, the lips of her pussy were drawn tight against her protruding clit, sending thrills of excitement through her. She suddenly realized that she was going to cum if she continued. She stared hard at his prick, imagining it pumping in and out of her own pussy, reaming out her own cunt... but such fantasizing was partially defeated by the fact that his cock was soft. It was difficult for her to imagine enjoying getting fucked with a limp cock.

What if I... touched it? She knew, in the back of her mind, that touching his prick would be dangerous. For all she knew, he'd awaken, and how would she explain that to her mother? But then another thought came to her: certainly her mother played with his cock while he slept. And she guessed that it wouldn't take much of a touch to make his dick stiffen. Still rubbing her cunt through her dressing gown, Mindy leaned forward. Her breasts hung, full and ripe and firm against the fabric. Looking down the open neckline, she could see her thrusting tits all the way to the nipples. She could feel their weight as they swung slightly forward. She put one hand out and very v-e-r-y carefully touched the tip of her forefinger to the soft flesh halfway down his shaft. Immediately, his dick jerked. She snatched her hand back and watched. His cock swelled a little bit... but not fully. All that with just one finger. Again, she put out the hand. Again, as her finger came into contact with his penis she felt a shock of excitement course through her, as if along some magical conduit leading directly from her fingertip to her quim. And again, his cock jerked and swelled, though this time the growth was a bit slower.

Mindy paused, holding her breath, waiting to spot the slightest indication that he was awakening from his slumber. But as near as she could tell, he hadn't even noticed her toying with his cock. She became more daring. Now Mindy reached out and actually gripped the slight swelling of his cock just behind the depressed ring in the shaft under the glans with her thumb and forefinger. She could feel the urgent pulsations of blood through his prick as its swelling slowly resumed until, finally, Norman's dong was at full, raging erection. Now that's a man's penis! she thought excitedly as her two-fingered grip moved very lightly up and down, back and forth a quarter of an inch at a time over his dick flesh. His cock stood up and away from his groin and his thighs, hard and reddish-brown, the glans looking swollen and virile. Slowly, she curled the other fingers of her hand about the throbbing length of rigid meat. Her grip was still restrained and light, but the excitement coursing through her veins was growing still more intense. She stood there, one hand wrapped around her mother's lover's cock and the other thrust between her legs, massaging her swollen pussy lips through the filmy fabric of her dressing gown, bent over the waterbed. Her nipples were stiffened and aching with hot blood, yearning for a man's lips to suck them, a man's fingers to tweak them, a man's hands to fondle them, a man's mouth to suck them. She pressed upward with the hand between her legs, urging herself closer to the orgasmic peak she felt rising within her lovely, nubile body. Harder, faster, closer, and then she was clutching at his rigid dick fiercely, no longer thinking of the dangers of the moment and what she was doing.

When he suddenly groaned and shifted on the bed. Mindy froze, suddenly too frightened to do more than just stand there. Norman rolled over onto his back on the bed beneath her. Mindy didn't even have the presence of mind... or perhaps the will... to remove her cock-gripping hand... or so much as loosen her clutching grip.

"Cripes, Linda," Norman groaned, calling her by her mother's name, his eyes still closed, "don't stop, now. Suck my cock a little." She swallowed, nervous. Suck him? Mindy was indecisive, uncertain. If she went down on him... something she'd never done with a man before... he was guaranteed to awaken. On the other hand, if she didn't, he might awaken anyhow. Either way, it meant trouble. She began moving her fingers up and down over Norman's formidable meat again, hoping perhaps to whack him off and thus relieve the pressure in the man's big, hairy balls. He might roll over and go back to sleep again. He still wasn't fully awake. Her hand quickened on his cock. Norman's hips were beginning to shift uncomfortably with her movement and she began to hope she might actually see his semen jolting from the tiny slit in the head of his prick, that she might even be able to.

"Mindy!"

At the sound of his agonized, amazed voice pronouncing her name, Mindy jerked away from him and started backing across the room. Almost as an afterthought, she pulled her hand from between her legs.

But it was too late. His eyes were wide open, and fixed on her.

"I, uh, well..." she began, words stumbling out between suddenly dry lips. Abruptly, she turned and reached for the door.

"No! Don't go!" Norman's voice whipped at her, turned her towards him almost against her will. She looked at him, unable to keep her eyes from the iron-hard bar of cock flesh rising from his groin.

"Come over here, Mindy," he said quietly, commandingly.

As she half-stumbled towards him, barely breathing, his eyes caressed her delicious body through her diaphanous dressing gown. She approached him and he held out one hand towards her.

She watched her own trembling hand reach out, saw his fingers close on hers. He drew her gently closer till she stood beside the bed, looking down at him, her eyes as before seeing only his cock in all of its raging, swollen glory.

"Why did you stop?" he asked hoarsely. "That's not very nice, you know." As he spoke, he led her hand down, forcing her to bend at the waist. Her fingers brushed his thick pubic mat, then the flesh of his thigh, and finally touched his prick. She could feel the heat of his cock, the pulsing power in it.

"That would be prick-teasing," he said, his eyes on hers, and her eyes following the all but automatic movements of her fingers on his prick as he released her hand. "You wouldn't want to be a prick-teaser, now, would you?" he asked.

"No," she breathed, the word barely audible. She couldn't seem to concentrate on what he was saying, on what she was saying. Her thoughts would only focus on the ferociously swollen prick her hand was caressing and mauling and exploring at the juncture of his thighs.

His hand came up along her leg, lifting the dressing gown above her knees, to her thighs, his calloused fingers moving across the incredibly smooth, sleek flesh of her legs even as the fabric rose to expose them like a curtain being raised.

His hand was scant inches from the meeting point of her legs and the moist grotto between when he pulled it away. The dressing gown fell back into place. His hand moved over her again, this time molding her thighs through the fabric as it moved higher. His fingers were gentle yet firm as they found and softened the flare of her nubile hips, then measured the indentation of her slender waist. His hand roamed to her belly, so taut and flat, heaving with the arousal and promise of what was to come. She felt his touch, dampened and yet intensified at the same time as he ran his splayed fingers and palm upward. Easily, without dense transition, his hand was covering her left breast, savoring the full thrust of the firm mound of flesh. Her nipple was pebble hard. He rubbed his palm over it, slowly moving his hand over the spike point of turgid flesh in circling movements that whipped her lusts ever higher, ever hotter.

His fingers closed on her superbly developed tit even as her fingers tightened about his prick.

"Take it off," he told her.

"Yes," she murmured, eyes half-closed, but still fixed on his cock. She felt the potent, male strength of him through her prick-jerking fingers even as her free hand came up and loosened the drawstrings at the neckline of the dressing gown.

Norman's fingers moved between the heaving mounds of her breasts, gathering the material of the dressing gown. The dressing gown shifted, the opened neckline spreading wider. Her shoulders were bared, the glowing flesh exposed. The material was drawn lower. Her upper arms came into view, then the uppermost swells of her creamy breasts.

With a sudden movement of his hand, Norman drew the dressing gown down, exposing her upper body to her waist. Gently, he took her cock- gripping hand in his fingers and removed it, then again drew the dressing gown down.

This time it fell freely from her luscious body, puddling about her ankles.

She stood naked, fully revealed to him.

"You're beautiful," he rasped, voice reverent. "Just beautiful."

His eyes took in her loveliness. Her flesh seemed to glow with her arousal, the normally luminescent quality of her complexion heightened by her lust. Her breasts, so large and firm, precociously developed yet taut with her youth, heaved rapidly, capped by her stiffened nipples. Her breasts were rounded in their form, and the sleek, smooth, swelling undercurves demanded to be kissed and laved.

Norman sat up on the bed, leaned his head at a sharp angle and licked his tongue along the perfect lower curves of her breasts. Mindy shuddered at the fiery touch of his slick oral muscle. Her hand moved over his hard-muscled body, seeking his cock once again as she bent at the waist. The exercise-tightened muscles rippled sinuously over her belly and abdomen and Norman opened his mouth to suck one vibrant nipple inside.

Mindy moaned at the sensation. His lips concaved as he sucked. She felt his tongue flickering back and forth across the stiffened spike of blood-engorged flesh. Mindy brought her free hand up over the back of his neck and her fingers tangled into his dark hair, forcing his mouth forward, forcing more of her delectable breast into his avidly working mouth.

Norman brought both hands up to grip her tits. They filled his hands completely and more. He squeezed them carefully, testing the firm resilience of the wondrous mounds of flesh. Mindy's knees seemed to become rubbery beneath her as Norman pulled his head back. He pressed both of the creamy hillocks of tit flesh together and then took bath of her protuberant nipples into his lips at once.

"Oh, yes, yes, do that" Mindy hissed excitedly.

He lavished his oral attentions on both breasts for long moments, then released them. His hands went about her slim waist and drew her towards him. Norman shifted on the bed till he was sitting on its edge, his feet flat on the floor and Mindy standing between them. His mouth went lower on her, his lips pressing softly to her stomach and abdomen. She shivered as his hands slipped down over the small of her back to cover her pert, firmly molded ass cheeks. His fingers dug into them, parted the hillocks of spongy flesh and forced her hips forward. "With that lovely hair," he muttered against her abdomen, meaning the strands lightly furring her pubic mound and pussy, "it looks like you're on fire down there." She was. Mindy mouthed silent obscenities as she felt his chin nuzzle her aggressively thrusting pubis. His hands worked below her ass, down to her firm, quivering thighs. Norman let himself slip lower, slouching on the edge of the waterbed as he drew her legs still wider apart and forced her forward over him.

"I want to eat your pussy, Mindy," he breathed against the sensitive flesh of her upper, inner left thigh.

The touch of his lips there, so close to her slavering little pussy, sent a spasm of anticipatory tension rushing through her overheated form. Mindy thought she'd go out of her mind with the want of that intimate oral caress. Just the idea of having a man use his mouth on her cunt, on her labia, on her clit drove her into paroxysms of want. But the thought of having such a knowing and experienced man as Norman to do it!

"Yes," she managed to whisper, "yes, do it, do it... suck it!"

She needn't have wasted her breath; he was going to get a mouthful of her delicious nooky if it was the last thing he did.

Her shins hit the edge of the waterbed frame. He kept pulling her forward. Her knees buckled. She knelt on the undulating surface of the waterbed, her legs straddling his head and the savory morsel of her cunny resting right in his mouth.

"Oh... oh... oh..." she groaned as his lips tightened about her labia. His tongue-tip moved up and down in the split of her slit, trilling over all the aroused nerves, sending little shocks of pleasure rippling through her. She grimaced with joy, half doubling above him, catching herself on her outstretched arms even as his hands slid up over her back then moved around to catch and clutch at the hanging masses of her tits.

Norman's tongue probed and explored all of the damp, slick sweetness of her cunt. Mindy thought she was going to die with the pleasure of it. She could feel the wet mouth separating her pussy petals and sliding up into the vestibule of her quim, spreading the constricted walls. His upper lip was moving against the ultra-sensitive tip of her protruding clit, rolling it about within its moist, fleshy sheath. At the same time, she felt his hands fondling her luscious tits, his fingers toying with her taut nipples. The sensations were roiling through her body, inflaming her already lust-fogged brain. He moved his head beneath her, fastening his knowing lips to the bud of her clit. He sucked on the nubbin furiously, moving the tip of his tongue gently back and forth across it. The tongue-lashing gradually picked up in both speed and intensity. Soon, his oral extension was snapping over the tip of her clit as if he intended to wear it down to a blunt base and nothing more. But the effect it had on Mindy was literally shattering. She jerked and shook above him, her slender hips moving spastically up and down. He began alternating, first licking and sucking at her little pink clit and then bringing his lips back to fasten over her vagina. His tongue drove deeper up into her gash with every cycle until Mindy was certain he meant to scoop out her womb with his talented tongue. And all the time, his fingers were squeezing and tugging at her tits as if he intended to milk them.

Suddenly, his hand moved from her breasts, went to her hips. Norman rolled her over, swinging himself above her. His head stayed between her legs as she ended up on her back with the long lower limbs stretched out over the edge of the bed and her heels rested far apart on the floor. Her legs shook and kicked as he continued to eat her out. Her hands went to the back of his head, tugging him forward as though she wanted to pull his head up inside her throbbing slit. Norman brought his hands up to grip and spread her quivering thighs still more. He lifted her legs, slung them over his shoulders. Mindy felt her cunt opening before him, to him, welcoming each new invasion of his tongue up into her palpitating pussy. He raised himself, moved forward till her knees bent at his shoulders and her heels trailed against his back. As he pushed up over her, her thighs actually pressed up and crushed her luscious tits back against her. And at the same time, his cock was being maneuvered slowly into place... into the place just vacated by his perpetually moving tongue.

"Am, fuck me, Norman," she breathed. "C'mon and fuck me!"

Which was precisely what Norman planned on doing... had planned on doing from the first time he'd caught a look at the daughter of the ripe woman he'd been cramming.

He was an expert, Norman was, well-versed and plentifully experienced in the art of fucking. He didn't need to use his fingers to guide his well-practiced prick to the gates of Mindy's burning cunt. A rapid, lithe shift of his hips, a sudden move forward and presto! The tip of his rigid reamer was pressing firmly against Mindy's blood-engorged little labia.

She heaved her hips up at him as well as she was able, eager and more to feel his thick dick sliding home into her well-oiled pussy. This was what it was all about, the way it was supposed to be!

"Hurry up!" she gasped, shimmying her nubile hips to quicken the insertion. The movement wedged the lips of her cunt open against Norman's dong. He pushed forward, and she felt the thick, swollen nut sliding into the first, hot strictures of her gash.

"Oh, yesssss..." she hissed, feeling his cock head moving into the breech. "Yesssss, that's it!"

Norman kept on pushing, kept right on feeding the long, hard length of his dick up into her hungry body. Mindy responded with exciting little gasps and groans of pleasure, murmuring vile obscenities to urge him on. She could feel the shaft of his prick slipping between the tight lips of her slit, the head spreading the walls of her cunt far inside her heated form. It seemed to her that his cock was going to probe all the way up inside her and push her stomach out of place. And she would have welcomed it, for she'd never in her life felt anything as marvelously filling as Norman's delightful dork.

"More!" she begged. "More!"

She got it. Mindy was bent nearly double, folded upon herself. Her calves were to either side of his dark-haired head, caught over his shoulders. His cock slid slowly into her, deeper and farther, finding new and wonderful pleasure charges to detonate with each additional inch of hard male meat fed into her. She'd never in her wildest fantasies thought it could be so incredibly good!

Norman drove the last inch forward, burying his cock inside her to the hairs and roots. Mindy could feel his massive, hairy balls swing up to brush firmly, damply, against the sweet, spread furrow of her pert little ass cheeks. The bony ridge at the base of his dick was pressing firmly against the tip of her distended clitoral nubbin, adding that pleasure to the others already swirling madly through her delightful body.

"Oh... gawd... YES!" she barked, giving her hips a vicious, twisting jerk upwards, trying vainly to get still more of his dick into her pussy. She bore down on her inner muscles, clamping powerfully onto the rigid shaft sheathed in her slobbering slot. Norman groaned at the sensation; it was as though her pussy were sucking at his cock, trying to milk it. Fighting the urge to loosen his load right then and there, Norman began pulling back.

Inch by inch, the length of his meat was withdrawn from her reluctant hole. Only the glans remained inside, stretching her almost hairless labia tautly, when he stopped the movement. He began swiveling his hips, working them in little semicircles that ground the velvety- covered steel of his knob against the nerve-covered inner edges of her pussy petals from all kinds of new and hitherto unimagined directions. The pressure on her cunt lips drew them back and forth over the sides of her clit.

Mindy thought she was going to go berserk if he didn't hurry and feed his phallic food back into her hungry humping hole, and hard! She groaned, pleading bluntly for the fucking she craved. Her hips jerked and shook beneath him, and still he held himself back.

"Please... fuck me!" she whirred.

"How, little hot box?"

"Hard!" she mewled, and jacked her hips up towards him by way of illustration. "Fuck me hard!"

Norman smiled down at her with more cool than he felt, and then drove the full length of his pulsating penis down and into her wide-open pussy with all the force and power he could muster.

"AHHHH!" she screamed, feeling the once-more tightened walls of her box cleaved open by his pile-driving prick-slamming. The force of the thrust actually drove her back on the bed a few inches and half winded her.

But before she could catch her breath, Norman was slowly corkscrewing his cock back out of her gash, letting her feel every marvelous inch of it rubbing and grinding against her tight quim as it backed out of her cunt grip.

And then he was slamming down on her again. This time her knees were driven back against her breasts with literally painful force. Mindy squirmed, trapped between the fire of the pleasures from his dick diving in her watery pussy and the flood of sharp bruise pain in her tits. She spread her legs still wider despite her awkward position and then they were stretched out flat to either side of Norman's pumping hips. Her heels were barely on the edge of the waterbed frame, a shift in position provided courtesy of his pussy-pounding plunging into her body.

But now she was able to work with him, to respond to each and every nuance of his fucking machine motion up and down over her. Mindy felt like her cunt was being scorched with the friction of Norman's pussy- stretching prick moving back and forth so rapidly within the constricted confines of the narrow channel.

Faster, harder, she humped her slender hips up at Norman in time to meet every plummeting pussy-pumping downstroke of his loins. That ring at the base of his prick was grinding against her clitoral tip with every sword-burying slam of his hips and she was responding by jolting her own pelvis right back up at him.

She felt the orgasm rising within her, could sense the explosion approaching for the mature, experienced man reaming her cunt. His cock was swelling still more inside her, becoming yet more rigid, testing the holding power of her already well-strained cuntal walls.

"Yes... cum in me, dammit... CUM IN ME!"

That was what Norman loved to hear... a woman begging for it. He'd already been beautifully amazed at the enthusiasm of her tight, fresh, almost hairless and all-but-virginal little cunt. She'd more than made up for her lack of experience with that enthusiasm, and Norman was already formulating plans to provide her with all of the experience she needed to develop her natural talents and well-evidenced proclivities into a full-fledged Class-A fuckability.

He felt the cum rising in his balls, and then...

"Oh, yes... yes... YES... YESSSSSS!" Mindy screamed as she came, unleashing the long-building passions that had been gathering all day... no, all week... inside her cunt. She came, came hard and strong and like she'd never hoped to, came with all the power in her taut, well- shaped young body, and came still more.

Her cunt fluttered and contracted rapidly over the length of the hard dick buried inside her, her hips shuddering and her sweet ass cheeks clenching and unclenching with vibrating-machine rapidity. The muscles of her long, shapely legs drew tight, the muscles and tendons at the juncture standing out cable-taut as her delicious labia strained to crush the thick meat pole stretching them.

And then she heard Norman growl like an animal, and felt him cumming in her.

"Unh!-unh!-unh!" she grunted, feeling the force of each burst of ejaculate-load slamming home deep inside her. Again and again, jets of the thick, creamy cum blasted into her deepest cunt, spattering on and against the firewall barrier of her cervix. The copious flow scalded all of her sensitive inner places, and her orgasm abruptly peaked with volcanic violence.

Mindy arched up from the waterbed, bridging on her widespread legs and tensed shoulders. Her cunt clamped down on Norman's spasming dick as if she meant to tear it out by the roots and keep it inside her forever. Again and again, every explosive ripple of hot fuck juice traveling through the long tube running the length of the underside of his shaft was communicated to her sheathing vaginal walls with almost preternatural clarity.

Finally, she began to sink back onto the bed. She was spent, drained of all strength and will by the power and intensity of her orgasm. Still locked inside her quiet, Norman's prick gave a last few wrenching, if desultory, shivers. The dregs of his abundant juice dribbled from the end of his dong to add their quantity to that already deposited far inside her suckable sweet cunt.

Mindy's long, limber body undulated with last ripples of passion-echoing water beneath the mattress liner. Her legs still quivered, her arms still shook as she let her eyes close for a few moment's rest, vaguely aware that Norman seemed the ideal lover even at that moment, pushing himself off her all but inert loveliness to roll to one side, sparing her his weight on her chest.

Slowly, she drifted into the satisfied sleep of the sated.

But even when she woke nearly an hour later to find Norman gone, even as she douched the tremendous deposit made in her own little semen bank, she knew she wasn't. Wasn't satisfied, that is.


"Hiya, Mindy."

"Oh, hi, Mom."

"What's wrong, babes... you sound down."

"Really?" She wished the shrug could show on the phone.

"Really," her mother answered. "I was getting a little worried about you last week. You seemed awfully down and pretty tensed up."

"Just exams, Mom." Exams and a good dose of Norman-dick. But that was a whole damned week ago.

"That's what I was hoping. But there aren't any exams coming up now. What's getting to you?"

"Nothing, really, Mom." And that was the problem: nothing was getting to her... especially in the line of good hard cock. And that had been on her mind a great deal in the week since Norman had shown her what fucking could really be like, how good it could really be.

"Well, you just stay loose, Mindy. You'll be going to see your father next week. You always enjoy that. And then, when you get back, we'll plan out a vacation for ourselves. How does that sound?"

"Sounds fine Mom. I'll be okay, really. Don't worry."

"If you say so, Mindy. You're big girl, now."

Mindy almost giggled at that. Yes, she certainly was... big enough to get to her mother's lover, in fact.

"Okay, Mom."

"Listen, I'm going to be late tonight... about a half-hour or so. If Norman comes by early..."

"I'll take care of him, Mom."

"Thanks, babes. See you later."

"You bet."

Even as she hung up the phone and felt a little chill shoot through her at the idea of having Norman to herself for a full half-hour... And that's more than enough time! she didn't even suspect how accurate her mother's last three words on the phone would prove.

Or how inadequate.

The doorbell chimed.

"Who is it?"

"Norman."

"Come in." To my parlor, said the spider to the big-dicked fly.

She opened the door, stepped to the side and waited for him to enter to the room. Closing the door, she leaned back against it and waited for his reaction.

She didn't have to wait very long.

"Hi, Mindy, is your... ulp!"

She let a seductive smile spread slowly over her face.

Norman couldn't believe what he was seeing. Mindy was semi- wearing a mini-skirt she'd gotten when she was fourteen and a few inches shorter. Aside from reaching no farther than a third of the way down her lean thighs, the miniskirt hugged to her flesh as if it had started out intending to be a pair of hot-shorts and changed its mind halfway through. It was light beige, light cotton, and light transparent. The fact that she wore no panties beneath it was easily apparent; he could make out the silhouette of her delicious little cunt through the material.

Oh, that sweet little shit! Food! he thought, unconsciously licking his lips.

Mindy took a deep breath, causing him to move his eyes upwards and again examine the wonder of her covered... if not concealed... tits. She was wearing a tanktop. Like the miniskirt, it was originally fitted for a fourteen year-old Mindy.

But since then, she'd added three years of astonishing growth to her breasts. There was some of the creamy, silken tit-flesh curves that simply wouldn't be contained inside the top. So there was some overflow. And what didn't overflow wasn't exactly hidden, either. The tanktop was made of a very light, very flimsy cotton. Every marvelous nuance in the curves of her luscious tits was shown with perfect clarity through the material. From the dark spikes of her nipples to the sweet juncture of her breasts with rib cage, every detail was both revealed and hidden.

The sum effect was visible in Norman's eyes, in the hungry look on his face, and the long, stiff, throbbing bulge inside his trousers.

"My mother called," she said quietly, hands clasped behind her back ... an attitude that made her tits thrust out towards him in brazen offering... "and she said she'd be a little late."

"Uh-huh." He seemed incapable of responding with anything more complicated.

Mindy let her smile widen slightly. She leaned forward till she was standing straight. Her legs were shoulder-width apart and she swung lightly forward and back. Just the merest quiver of a bobble was communicated to her breasts, making them shiver delightfully within the tight material of her tank top. Norman's eyes couldn't seem to decide whether to concentrate on the slow movements of her abundant young tits or the steady, sinuous rippling of her belly muscles beneath the tight tanktop, a rippling that made his mind picture her naked; flat on her back on her bed, legs widespread and shuddering, hips ratcheting up and down as a man... himself, of course... pumped in and out of her sweet, hot young pussy.

Cripes.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. Her long, titian hair cascaded down over her shoulder, curved outward to follow the thrust of her breast... accentuating their size and firmness.

"Huh?"

"You don't mind having me, uh, shall we say, 'entertain you'?" She straightened, brought her hands around to her sides and smiled at him like a little girl. "Just till my mother gets here I mean?"

"Uh, no, no, of course not."

"Good!" she said happily, clapping her hands sharply together. "Then first I should tell you to sit down."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure." He let himself sink into the comfortable love seat, and then immediately slithered forward to perch on the edge as she walked towards him. He was nervous. When was Linda, her mother, coming home? He couldn't afford to have Linda catch them in anything even remotely resembling a compromising position.

She stopped about a half-pace in front of him. The love seat was built low to the floor, and when he looked up he found himself with a perspective on her lovely breasts that made them seem even larger than before.

He was very nearly at crotch level on her. He had a sudden urge to reach out with both hands, slide them up her legs and grasp her hips, raising the miniskirt even higher, and then begin feasting on the succulent morsel of her tasty cunt.

His cock gave a little extra leap inside his pants at the thought.

A leap that Mindy saw, and appreciated.

"Can I get you anything... to quench your thirst?" The way she pitched her voice in the asking, she made it more than obvious that the thirst-quencher menu wasn't limited to bottled drinks.

"Uh, a Scotch. Ice." he croaked, throat suddenly dry. He had to talk to the nubile woman-child, make it clear to her that what had happened the other day could never be allowed to reach her mother.

His eyes fastened onto the sight of her tight young ass cheeks, twitching and swaying through the miniskirt, as she walked away from him towards the kitchen.

She felt his eyes on her. Her already slavering pussy throbbed all the more urgently, as if it could smell his nearby lusts rising.

She poured him a stiff one... To match his prick... popped a couple of ice cubes into the smoky liquid and then sashayed back into the living room.

Mindy purposely moved her hand so their fingers would touch when he accepted the drink. He snatched his hand back as if burned, nearly spilling the drink on himself in the process.

She couldn't understand why he was so nervous, but she was enjoying the feeling of power it gave her. Did he think she was going to tell her mother they'd fucked the week before?

Mindy could just imagine that scene:

"Hi, Mom."

"Hi, Mindy. What's new?"

"Not much." Her mother takes out the latest issue of Advertising Age and begins paging through it.

"Oh, Mom?"

"Yes, dear."

"I don't know if I remembered to mention it to you, but Norman and I fucked each other silly last week. In your bed."

"Oh, that's nice, dear. I hope you didn't make a mess of the bed linens."

"No, Mom."

"That's good." Her mother continues paging through the magazine.

"Something funny?"

Norman's voice brought her mind back to the moment. "Oh, no," she said quickly, wiping the smile from her face. "Why don't you sit back and get comfortable?"

"Yeah, sure, and uh, why don't you, too?"

She made as if to sit next to him... thoroughly enjoying the panic in his face, and then walked to the other side of the low-slung coffee table and sat in the matching love seat there.

Norman seemed to bye relaxing just a little bit. "Mindy," he began slowly, as though picking his words with the utmost care, "there's something I... cripes!"

The word was torn from him by what Mindy was doing, and exhibiting. She'd sat comfortably back in the love seat and calmly proceeded to cross her legs. The miniskirt, already indecently short, crawled up to somewhere in the vicinity of her hipbones... leaving her just this side of naked from the crotch down.

"Why, what in the world is the matter with you, Norman?" she asked, as if she hadn't the faintest idea.

"Why, you're... you... but I can see..."

"You can see what?" she cooed.

"Your, uh... you're showing me your pussy!" he finally blurted.

"So?" she demanded. "It's not as if you've never seen it before or kissed it... or licked it... or sucked it... or fucked it... or..."

"That was last week!"

"It's not exactly repulsing you, now, is it?" she teased, staring fixedly, and pointedly... at the throbbing lump at the crotch of his pants.

He didn't have an answer for that one.

Mindy raised her eyes to his and slowly uncrossed her long legs. She kicked off the flat thongs she'd been wearing and then raised her legs up and folded them till she was sitting cross-legged on the love seat. Her sweet little slit stared at Norman from across the low coffee table. Fringed with light, downy red hairs, the lips themselves glistening with the dew of her arousal, her gash looked like it was on fire... a firebox.

"Don't you like it now?" she asked.

Norman swallowed nosily. "Cripes," he breathed, leaning forward without consciously willing it to get a closer look. "Cripes," he repeated.

"Wouldn't you like to come on over here and say hello to my puss?" she asked, as if it were somehow dissociated from her.

"Jeez, yes," he whispered, lips dry.

"My puss sure has missed you," she continued, slipping one hand down over her trim waist to find and trace the flare of her nubile hips. The hand moved down to her thighs, and then she trailed one well- manicured fingernail up over the sensitive flesh of her upper, inner thigh until it reached the flat crease where the thigh joined her crotch. There that single digit moved forlornly up and down, lightly caressing the outer edge of her swelling labia as if to console it. "You have no idea how badly my little puss has missed you. Why don't you want to come over here and kiss puss hello?"

Norman started to stand, and then caught himself. What if her mother came in while he was kissing her puss hello?

"Aw, poor little puss," Mindy crooned, looking down at her wide- open crotch. "All your hopes up and then he chickened out. Poor, poor little puss. I'll see if I can help puss a little bit."

And she proceeded to "help puss a little bit."

First, Mindy began tracing the end of that single fingertip around and around over the outermost edge of her fully swollen pussy lips. As she did so, the ache in her tits seemed to grow, become more severe, more demanding. She simply couldn't help bringing one hand up to rub the twin mounds of firm young flesh. She took a nipple between thumb and forefinger, tweaking the starting little spike through the material of her tanktop.

There was no way she could suppress the little twitch of her taut young hips.

She raised her eyes to see Norman's reaction. For all she could tell by looking at him, he might have been in a seizure. He didn't seem to be moving. He just sat there, staring at that single lonesome finger moving around and over the lips of her slit. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths beneath the little Izod alligator on his sport shirt and his prick rose and fell in sharp little jerks within the suddenly confining material of his pants.

Mindy began to spread her cunt lips, dipping just the tip of that finger inside barely far enough inside to wet it, and then lifted her finger to her lips. She sucked on that finger... but not until she'd first licked it with long, slow, sensuous wrigglings of her tongue ... as if it were a cock.

Norman groaned.

She did it again, this time thrusting the finger all the way inside and moving it around inside her. Her eyes closed at the feel of it and she could hear Norman's breath rasping through his teeth. She was getting even more turned on, knowing he was watching. Mindy had whacked herself off before... to be sure, almost daily since she'd turned eleven... but it had never given her so much pleasure. Knowing Norman was watching, knowing it was getting to him, only intensified the pleasure and excitement of it for her.

She worked that solitary finger in and out of her clutching pussy rapidly. Every time she thrust it inside, the heel of her thumb came up hard and flat against her clit, sending an additional shock of pleasure coursing through her body.

She forced her eyes open. Mindy saw Norman staring at her cunt, leaning forward so far he appeared on the verge of toppling forward onto the coffee table.

"Wouldn't you like to kiss puss?" she whispered to him, drawing out the sibilants till they were a soft, susurant hissss... as in kisssss.

He groaned again.

"Poor Norman," she said to her slash as she pulled the finger back till just the tip was still inside it. "We've given him a terrible hardon. That isn't very nice now, is it, puss? Of course not. We wouldn't want Norman to think we were cock-teasers. He might never kiss and lick and suck and fuck puss again if he thought that."

She yanked the fingertip from her pussy suddenly. It came out with a definite popping sound. She placed both hands on her hips.

"We have to do something for Norman."

Mindy got to her feet and strode quickly over to stand in front of Norman. The backs of her calves were pressing against the coffee table's edge. "Now you just sit back there, Norman," she said firmly, placing her hands on his broad shoulders and pushing him back on the love seat," and we'll take care of this little problem we've given you. After all, you must have a problem." She stared straight down at his cock bulge within his pants. "After all, you must have a problem... you're all swollen."

With the lithe grace of a fit seventeen-year-old, Mindy got to her knees. Her calves were beneath the coffee table and her hands were at the waist of his trousers. Her fingers moved deftly, despite her inexperience at such things, despite her eagerness. In a moment, his pant