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Cindy's Seduction
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Cindy's Seduction
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Cindy leaned over and made sure her new baby was
safely snuggled in the wind-up swing. The loose fitting
blouse swung down and she felt her milk-swollen breasts sway
heavily down toward the baby. From where her visitor was
sitting, Cindy was sure he could see under her blouse and
know she wasn't wearing a bra. Well, let him look! A few
days earlier, he had been in the house and, lo and behold,
Cindy had found herself posing topless for his camera. He
hadn't even touched her even though Cindy had made it clear
by her body language that she might welcome a caress or two.
Three or four? Cindy didn't know . . . and now she'd NEVER
know. She hoped his glasses melted, the ineffectual old
fool!
She was totally involved in making sure the baby was
safe and happy, hoping she would go to sleep in the swinging
contraption. Cindy could use the baby's sleep-time to clean
the house. The wind-up swing was a life-saver; Heather
usually fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Even now, her
eyes were growing heavy and her head lolled back, a sure
sign she would shortly be asleep. With her attention
centered on the baby, Cindy was startled to realize her
visitor was standing right behind her, his hands clasping
each side of her bent-over waist. His hands moved up her
body toward her pendant, swaying breasts.
"No . . . don't," Cindy murmured, not wanting to make
a fuss and wake the baby. She wanted to move away from his
touch but there was no place to which she could easily move.
His hands reached her milk-heavy breasts and cupped them,
her turgid nipples resting moistly in his palms. His touch
felt good . . . VERY good . . . but this would never do!
Cindy was a brand-new mother and happily married. Well,
married, anyway. This sort of thing just never HAPPENED!
She managed to straighten up but the hands on her breasts
pulled her back so she leaned against him. Her breasts
filled his hands in a different but still rewarding way. His
fingers gently mauled her soft breasts and Cindy was
surprised at the thrill that coursed through her small body.
She leaned her head against his shoulder and
whispered, "We mustn't. The baby . . ."
"The baby's asleep." His hands shifted and his
fingers memorized the contours of each milk-heavy sac.
Cindy's sharp intake of breath lifted her nipples into his
tugging, teasing grasp. She squirmed and her body rubbed
against his as he pleasured himself with her damp, swollen
flesh. He squeezed softly and Cindy felt his fingers grow
wet as some of her milk spurted onto them.
"God, if you only knew how often I've wanted to touch
you like this!" he breathed in her ear and his tongue tip
followed his words, exploring the shell-pink whorls of her
ear, his teeth nibbling gently on her earlobe. Cindy was
only human . . . her body relaxed slightly against him as
her passion grew in this strange . . . what was it, a
seduction? No, not HIM! Cindy had known him as a neighbor
and close friend for more years than she wanted to number.
He had touched her countless times but never like THIS! He
would never hurt her or the baby, of that Cindy was certain.
Her unconscious awareness of this allowed her not to
struggle, to relax and see where this all led.
"Take the blouse off," he murmured in her ear. Cindy
was conscious that milk was oozing from her nipples and she
didn't want it staining the sky-blue fabric of her blouse so
she didn't think his request at all strange. She lifted the
blouse waist and pulled the garment off over her head. It
was not until she leaned back against him and felt her bare
flesh rubbing his warm shirt that she fully realized she was
topless and alone in the arms of this man she now wondered
if she really knew. He moved over until they stood in front
of the mirror in the cluttered living room.
"Look, Cindy."
Cindy looked in the mirror and saw this nearly naked
girl wrapped in the arms of an older man. His hands
fondled the girl's heavy breasts and she half-closed her
eyes as her breasts quivered and trembled in his grip and
milk oozed from her nipples. Cindy didn't relate herself to
the girl in the mirror even though it was her body
experiencing these lust-inciting caresses. She was finding
it harder and harder to breathe. She panted and squirmed in
his embrace. She gasped when he squeezed her breasts firmly
and her nipples sprayed fine jets of milk. He was milking
her like a breeding cow.
He moved in front of Cindy and she moaned with relief
when his hungry lips suckled her left nipple. Soon her
breast was giving up milk in a steady pulsating flow. Each
eager suck on her nipple was answered with a corresponding
tightening of the muscles in Cindy's recently birth-pained
womb. She moved her hips restlessly as the rhythmic
pulsations in her belly and breast stirred her.
"Suck the other one. Leave enough for the baby in
case she wakes early," Cindy murmured. She no longer
thought of her absent husband. Not one guilty thought
distracted her now that carnal passions ruled her mind and
body. She shifted and placed the other nipple in his warm,
wet, suctioning lips. The odor, sweet and heavy, of her
milk wafted upward, making the moment somehow more intimate.
Cindy groaned and pulled his head closer, mashing her
breasts against his face. He sucked steadily on her right
nipple, his tongue pressing the nipple's underside, his lips
pressing and releasing her fevered flesh. Her milk was
flowing freely now and her pussy was in a turmoil from the
incessant contractions in her womb. Cindy knew her vaginal
lips were moistening and opening . . . the odor of her
arousal mingled with the odor of her milk. And if he
smelled her . . .
He did . . . and his fingers unclasped the snap
fastener of her loose-fitting shorts. She heard the soft
whirr of her zipper and the shorts slid off her undulating
hips. She was totally naked, now. She seldom wore panties
in the days following her baby's birth and she hadn't worn
them today. Her pudenda was still shorn . . . shaved close
for the delivery . . . and her swollen labia were were laid
open like the split in a succulent peach and with not even
fuzz to cover them. Cindy had never felt so naked and
defenseless in her life but a part of her was proud that her
body had borne a child and still had the power to enthrall
and enflame a man. Her body weaved restlessly from side to
side and her vulva rubbed over his hard thigh. She tried to
move away but his hands slid down over her buttocks and drew
her back to him.
His lips released her throbbing nipple and planted a
fiery trail of sucking, biting kisses down her front. She
tried in vain to twist away, her clenched fists pummelled
his shoulders . . . what was he going to do? Surely he
wasn't going to kiss her THERE . . . to EAT her. Even her
husband had done that only once and never again. It made no
difference if Cindy sucked his dick and drank his cum . . .
he had eaten her pussy once and that was enough. He
resolutely refused to do it again even though Cindy had
nearly fainted from the strength and violence of her orgasm
that one time.
While Cindy reminisced, his kisses climbed her mound
of Venus and his probing, questing tongue prodded her oily
little clit into instant erection. Thrill after thrill
raced through her body as he prodded and sucked, coaxing the
febrile organ to shed its covering hood and emerge to be
loved and nurtured into throbbing, spasming ecstasy.
After a very few minutes of this pleasurable torment,
Cindy's legs weakened and she sank to her knees on the
hardwood floor in spite of his efforts to hold her erect.
His nuzzling, grunting suctioning of her clit never ceased.
His hungry mouth followed her all the way down until she lay
awkwardly on the floor, her legs bent painfully under her
quivering, lust-ridden body.
"Oh, God, YESSSSS! I know it's wrong but don't stop!
It's never been so good. Oooo, ooo, oooo! What are you
DOING to me? Eeeeeee . . . that TICKLES! God, yes . . . do
it again! Deeper! Oh, shit . . . oh, shit . . . OH, SHIT!
How can you DO that?! Aaaiiiieeeeee . . . stick your
finger in me again. Deeper . . . faster . . . harder and
harder . . . more, more MORE!" Cindy jerked and quivered
through several orgasms, her pussy yielding nearly as much
liquid as her bountiful breasts had given milk. It all
ended in his stomach, swallowed and forgotten in an unending
search for more. Cindy pulled his head tight against her
pulsing pussy and let him drain her dry.
Eventually, Cindy lay exhausted and satiated on the
hard floor and he lay beside her, gently stroking her belly
and breasts, teasing her nipples, toying with her clitoris.
Cindy captured one of his hands and kissed each finger.
"That was . . . that was . . . ooooo, gosh! What
brought all THAT on? I've NEVER been loved like that
before, not even on my honeymoon." She grinned, "Not even
BEFORE my honeymoon! And certainly not since."
"You can't be serious. You deserve to be loved any
way you want ten times a day . . . fifteen on weekends!"
Cindy trembled at the thought. His fingers playing over her
compliant flesh weren't making it any easier for her to
descend from her plateau of pleasure. As if by accident,
her hand trailed over his trousers . . . the mass her
fingers detected was large . . . but where was the
HARDNESS she expected to find there? So softly and gently
that she was sure he couldn't detect it, Cindy opened his
zipper and slipped her fingers inside his trousers. Nothing
. . . nada . . . zilch! Lots of cock but none of it hard!
"Is there something wrong? Are you sick or something?
I thought you'd be hard as steel by now! Don't you find me
attractive . . . just because I've had a baby you think I'm
undesirable . . . is THAT it?"
He turned red and stammered, "You know it's nothing
like that. It's just the way it is. I've learned to accept
it so why should it bother you?"
It was all so unexpected that Cindy's answer surprised
her as much as or more than anyone, "Because I WANTED it,
that's why!"
There was a moment of stunned silence and then they
both broke out with laughter. When all the laughter had
died down, Cindy muttered, "Well . . . I DID!"
"I'm sorry, kiddo. I really am. I mean, I really AM!
LOOK at you . . . geez! Would I pass up a chance to dick
you unless I really HAD to? I'm not just making this all
up, you know."
"Yeah, I know. But I really WANT you. It's not just
this minute . . . not just the hots. I've wondered what it
would be like to have you love me for years and years. I
had a crush on you when I was twelve years old! I even
thought about you on my honeymoon . . . wondered what you
would feel like inside me even while my husband was screwing
me, for Christ's Sake! And now you tell me I'll never know.
Jeez."
"Now you're making ME sad. I never dreamed you felt
that way. Hey, if I'd known you felt that way when you were
twelve, we could have got it on. I could DO it then. And
THEN I could have gone to jail for the rest of my life!"
They laughed again, together. He had always been able
to make Cindy laugh, even when she was 'way down in the
dumps. Cindy asked, "You won't mind if I play with this
useless ol' thing while you're here, will you?"
"Hey, be my guest. If you get it hard, you can HAVE
it."
They laughed and talked, this odd couple. The old
man and the lovely little mother, naked as her newborn baby,
lay on the hard floor and reminisced while she handled his
limp dong. They talked without a break for nearly half an
hour before Cindy noticed she had more than she could
handle, so to speak.
"I thought you said this thing was dead. How about
THIS?"
"Oh, it does that sometimes. Gets a little hard but
it fades away before it does anything."
"How long has it been since you made love, anyway?"
"A long, long time . . . not since I first met you."
"You haven't had any in nearly twenty YEARS?"
"You've got it, kiddo."
"Well, how the hell can you be sure it's broke if you
won't TRY it? If I get it hard and if I get it in, WILL you
try . . . for MY sake?"
"Lord, yes!"
Cindy rolled over and kissed him. Here and there.
Maybe a little longer and harder there. Anyway, something
happened and Cindy was about to break in what amounted, in
her mind, to a sixty-seven year old virgin. Doing without
for nearly twenty years ought to qualify him for SOMETHING,
for crying out loud.
While they were rearranging their bodies, somewhere
in the dim recesses of Cindy's unconscious conscience she
found time to wonder at what she was doing. This wasn't
LIKE her. She had never done anything even remotely like
this in her life. Sure, she had screwed around, starting
when she was sixteen and her sexual exploits with her
husband and his predecessors had been steamy . . . could
have gotten her banned in Boston . . . but she had never
fucked two guys when she was going with one of them. Here
she was, mad to fuck this old-time friend when she was
MARRIED, for Christ's Sake. And a MOTHER. With her baby in
the same room!
She grinned and muttered, "That's life."
Cindy climbed on top and admired her handiwork. Six
or seven inches and she had done it all herself! She moved
until the little treasure nestled in the depiliated valley
of her sex. Her fingers attempted to wrap the wet lips of
her labia around it and failed miserably . . . not that
anyone complained. Kneeling forward, her breasts swung
within reach of his mouth and things threatened to get out
of hand for a mad moment. More urgent lust prevailed,
however, and soon Cindy was able to feel his hot head
separating the lips of her swollen, leaking sex. She sat up
very straight and slowly lowered her body.
As good as it felt to Cindy when he slid slowly into
her hot, wet, slippery slot, it felt ten times as good to
him. An expression of pure bliss spread over his ugly face
and he grunted simultaneously with Cindy when his tool
exactly filled her voracious vagina. Hey . . . how would
YOU feel, fellow, if an outstandingly attractive femme got
your rod stiff and then swallowed it deep in her tight, hot
pussy . . . especially if you hadn't had any for twenty
years and figured on going to your grave without any?
Yeah, me, too.
He lay under her and watched as she fucked his tool
into her sweat-glistening little body. `Motherhood sure
hasn't hurt her,' he thought. `Look at the muscles work in
those smooth, strong thighs. Her breasts have never been
lovelier . . . just watch them sway and bounce! And for
someone who just had a baby . . . well, I MEAN! That's
TIGHT!' He reached up and let her breasts bounce on his
palms until Cindy made him quit, complaining it was
distracting her.
It must have been a really strong sensation to
distract Cindy from what her pussy was feeling. In the
first place, this was a really nice cock to be sixty-seven
years old. It was just the right size for Cindy and she
twisted her supple body around to ensure its striking her
pussy in all the right places. Besides, Cindy grinned to
herself, it has only been driven by a little old man on his
way to church each week. Hardly broken in. Her pussy
drooled a little extra down onto his balls. Being on top
meant you didn't have to lie in the wet spot.
Whoops! He had reached down to where their bodies
became one and his fingers tormented her clit each time she
lowered her pussy to swallow his cock. Within minutes,
Cindy felt the old familiar tingle growing in her groin. She
felt electrified and wondered that her clit didn't shoot off
sparks each time he twiddled it. Extra honey spilled into
her slot and oozed down his tool. She gasped and jerked
when her orgasm tore her emotions to shreds. She fell
forward, mashing her full breasts flat on his shirt. He
hugged her trembling, spasming body to his while she
endured the little death of her own making, her hot slot
gripping and releasing his rod as convulsions raced up and
down her hungry hole.
She lay limply in his arms when it had passed. She
smiled at him, "Thanks, I needed that. Maybe I should say .
. . I WANTED that. You're a wonderful lover. Was it good
for you, too?"
"It was wonderful . . . almost worth the long, long
wait. But if you mean did I come . . . no, I didn't but I'm
going to . . . with your permission. I'm going to have to
be in control, though. Will that bother you? There are
just too many visual distractions when you're doing it. Your
breasts bobbling and jiggling around, the feel of your
perfect little butt bouncing against my thighs, your
beautiful face when it grimaces with passion . . . it all
takes my mind away from how great your tight little box
feels and I don't come." Cindy's sex gave a little lurch at
the news that it was going to receive more fucking in the
immediate future. His tool soaking in her liquid depths
answered with a twitch of its own.
"Eeeeeeeee, AGAIN? Yes, please . . . that would be
absolutely delightful. I'm sorry, I'm talking like a crazy
Limey again. I DO that when I'm really happy. Oh, do you
mean it! I'd LOVE it! Do me any way you want . . .
missionary or dark and dirty! Just DO it!"
Cindy had never talked this way . . . not EVER! She
had no conception of what was making her act this way and
she was totally unable to stop her babbling. For the
moment, though, she was content with everything that was
happening to her.
It occurs to me that you people out there reading
this are probably not familiar with Cindy and her
appearance. It has been my privilege and joy to view her
totally nude, close-up and personal. I wish I could include
a picture of her so you could really appreciate what the old
guy was getting. Lucky bastard! I've never actually fucked
Cindy but I've held her in my arms and sucked those
soft, sensitive tits of hers while her pussy pumped its
spend around my captive fingers. Should we have HAD sex, I
probably wouldn't be relating this story to you . . . it
would have killed me.
For hers is truly a killer body. For one thing, her
posture is impeccable; think of the cutest models you have
ever seen (the small or `pony' type), and Cindy looks twice
as good. Erect, everything in exactly the right
proportions, no sway-back, her ass tucks in and is barely
big enough, breasts full and globular with no sag at all,
even after motherhood, sized like small grapefruit halves
and crowned with hot-pink 3/8" x 3/8" nipples. Her skin is
firm and flawless everywhere. Muscle tone is superb and her
small sex is unaggressive until she is aroused and then it
swells and snaps at everything; she has muscles in there
that have to be experienced before they can be believed.
Gamin features, eyes so brown they look black, face framed
with blue-black hair, thick and glossy, medium cut. This is
a word-picture of our girl and it doesn't come within a mile
of doing her justice. So solly, no tickee, no washee. I'VE
seen her and held her and fingered and sucked her off . . .
that's what counts. Go find your own perfection and write
about HER, sore loser. Now, back to Cindy and the lucky old
fucker.
He pulled his still-hard cock from her body. A
strand of her honey momentarily connected his cock with her
pussy, then it stretched and broke. He helped Cindy's
spasm-weakened body to her feet and led her over to the
couch. Cindy lay along the broad back of the couch at the
end, her hands falling back fore and aft of the cushions.
The cushions parted her drooping legs and her shaved pudenda
glowed pinkly. Her breasts reached toward the ceiling. The
position reeked of sex and Cindy had never felt so WANTON.
She tightened the muscles in her buttocks, raising her sex
for his use.
He stood between her spraddled thighs, his eyes
drinking in her lovely, undulating body. One hand stroked
his cock and the other palpated her swollen vulva, parting
her labia. He laid the head of his hard tool between her
warm, wet lips and leaned forward. Cindy groaned with
pleasure while the big tube slid slowly into her steamy
slot, relentlessy spreading her lubricious flesh. When she
was totally filled, he stopped and looked at her prone body
and down to where they were joined. The scarlet gash above
their joining quivered and jerked and he could see the
slight bulge in her belly caused by his intrusion.
Cindy opened her eyes and saw him looking down on her.
She reached out with imploring arms and whispered, "DO me.
Fuck me hard! Make me come!"
"Maybe. Remember, this time is for ME. I want to
fill that belly of yours with my seed. I want to leave a
little part of me deep inside of you. I love you, little
Cindy." When he told her he loved her, he could feel Cindy's
pussy squeezing his buried cock.
He continued, "Not that I have any objections to
your having an orgasm or two along the way. I had actually
forgotten how good it felt to have a climaxing pussy
squeezing my prick. Fantastic!"
He began the age-old rhythm, utilizing the entire
length of his prick. Slowly at first and then faster and
faster when they both realized the full potential of this
new position. He half-held the base of his pounding prick,
using it as a guide so his thumbnail scraped the surface of
her clit at the conclusion of every inward thrust. Within
minutes, Cindy writhed and hunched, moaned and squeezed her
breasts. Her convulsing cunt flooded with her spend and the
sound of their intercourse changed markedly. It sounded
like a sump pump working in thin mud. He never altered his
pace, fucking her through her orgasm and into the next one.
After the second, he pulled his tool out of her dripping
snatch and made her stand, bending over the back of the
couch.
With no preliminaries, he plunged his tool to the hilt
in her swollen slot. He fucked her roughly, his groin
pounding her out-thrust buttocks. He didn't bother to
stimulate her clit from this position but the constant
pound, pound, pound ground her vulva against the nubby
fabric of the couch and had her in a constant and continuing
climax. She tried to free herself but he grabbed a tit in
each hand and held her until Cindy heard him groan and she
felt the hot spurts that told her his seed was jetting deep
within her tormented twat. His body ground her ass,
striving to shoot just one more stream of sticky sperm up
her pretty pussy.
"Oh, good, good, good," Cindy moaned. "and you
thought you couldn't fuck! Lord, that was the best I've
ever had."
Jusst then, the baby began to whimper, building up to
a full-fledged cry. Cindy squirmed away from the back of
the couch and ran around it to tend the baby. The messy
mixture of her honey and his sperm ran down the inside of
her thighs as she stood, spraddle-legged, letting the baby
girl suckle at her breasts. He came back from the bathroom
with a warm, wet face cloth and wiped clean her thighs and
reddened pudenda.
"Thanks," Cindy said, softly, "stick the cloth in me,
if you will. It'll hold the rest in me until Heather is
finished with my breasts. I can clean up properly then."
She paused and spread her legs while he did as she
asked, "This was all wonderful . . ."
He nodded his agreement.
"But I'm married and . . ."
"I know. But don't feel guilty, Cindy. It was all my
own doing . . . you couldn't have stopped me." Cindy
wondered where he had been . . . she had wanted it far more
than HE had.
"No, we're both to blame. It was fantastic . . . the
best I'll ever have but . . ."
He hung his head, "I know . . . we must never do it
again."
Cindy was relieved that he was taking it this way,
"That's right, we mustn't. Kiss me just once more and then
leave. We must never EVER do this again."
But they did.
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