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Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2005 07:40:05 +0000
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Part 6
Cynthia drove off in her orange car, heading home. She had what she
wanted. Cynthia had found a man/boy with a stiff cock. She had
actually seen his erect dick under his pants. She had done it, she
thought. That and the sex ads, she imagined. But she was the flesh and
blood woman who sat down next to the boy...
She had overcome her shyness to make it a simple matter for her fuckboy
to call her. She was very clever, and when she was flirting that
morning, she felt so wicked and felt her body getting hot just knowing
she was putting herself out on the street to find a way to get laid.
She had acquired some lascivious lingerie and other things to tease him
with, if he ever called her. Much nastier lingerie than she was used to.
Previously, her lingerie was white and clean, like she liked to imagine
herself. That was to change. She now wanted to be dark and nasty.
She drove home, totally preoccupied with lust and plans to seduce the
young boy. This boy, or some other, was exactly what she was looking
for. She wanted to fuck and suck, and yet be in complete control. To a
point. She wanted to reach a point where she did not care anymore, and
just wanted everything she could ever imagine, all at once. She wanted
to do it and have it all done to her as well. But that all would have
to be worked up to.
She pulled into her parking place in her apartment building, and
brought her packages into her apartment. She tossed her keys and purse
on the couch, and went into her bedroom with her purchases. Cynthia
Pike spread her new things on her bed and admired them. She was
surprised how it seemed she needed much more. This was only a
beginning, she thought.
She had several lacy bras with open tips, a few crotchless panties,
some satin, some lace, some garter belts, and plenty of sexy stockings
and other things to go with her new "fuck me" shoes. She also had a
couple of sex toys, for things unknown as yet. She was not sure what
she wanted them for, but she could think of a use, she felt certain.
She could not help but admire them, and touched them as if they alone
would satisfy her desires. They would certainly satisfy her imaginary
boy toy, she thought. She thought about slowly inserting the small
dildo gently up his ass, much to his surprise, at just the right time to
make him want it.
Cynthia, for a fleeting moment, was hoping that the boytoy she had sat
next to was bisexual, so she could do everything she imagined right now.
Rignt now, alone in her apartment this Saturday morning, she wanted to
watch two men fuck in front of her. She wanted an orgy in her bedroom.
Right now, Cynthia wanted to feel two cocks in her mouth at the same
time, knowing she had the power to make two men rub their cocks together
just for the privilege to fuck her, even if they were straight men.
Cynthia would turn them to whatever nastiness and lustfulness she could
imagine, because she was ready for anything, and wanted to feel it all.
She would take him and perhaps another boy at once and be in control.
But that was a long way off..Right now, Cynthia just wanted a dick in
her wet pussy, to ride a long long time, coming over and over.
Cynthia felt it coming. She knew she was going to dress up and admire
herself in her mirror. She wanted to see the hot, sexy, nasty woman she
was. (She would not get to that point this morning.)
She began by carefully taking off all her clothing and turning on the
shower in her small bathroom...Shaking out her long hair, she walked
into the shower and lathered herself up with shampoo, spreading it on
her breasts and pussy area. The smell of the watermelon scented shampoo
helped her enjoy the luxury she was about to indulge herself in.
She stood under the showerhead and let the hot water rinse her hair,
then re-lathered her pussy and spread the rich bubbles to her erect
nipples. She always liked to pinch her nipples, ever since she was an
eleven year old, when she masturbated. As became a woman she found she
could tolerate more and more of this nipple pain and she liked it more
and more.
She threw her head back with her back to the showerhead, so that the
foamy bubbles would not rinse off of her pussy or nipples. She stroked
and pinched her nipples, and began to pull her small breasts in circular
motions, pulling her entire breast harder and more roughly in circles
while she pinched herself as hard as she could. It always surprised her
how hard she could pinch herself at these times, and it never seemed to
be hard enough. She liked the pain of it when she was abusing her body
for pleasure. She pulled and pinched harder and harder, and soon her
pleasure was all she could feel. There was no pain, only rougher and
rougher treatment of her nipples, and it felt better and better...Later,
her nipples would be sore, but it was always a "good" soreness, for it
reminded her of how good it had felt when she abused herself this way.
She longed for a man.
Cynthia could not keep her hands off of her pussy for long once this
started...She moved her left hand to her hot little cunt and while, with
the right hand still pinching and pulling first one nipple and then the
other, she slowly began to massage the area above her wet, lathered up,
creamy pussy. She began to finger her clit and before too long, she
was finger fucking herself while bending her knees slightly to access
her cunt more easily.
She needed a man. She really needed a real hot cock pushing deep into
her and strong hands grabbing her tight ass as the cock was pushed
deeper and deeper into her. She wanted to fuck, and she wanted to fuck
now. Her fingers were not enough. They were too predictable, too
familiar. Cynthia needed a strangness violating her. She needed to be
fucked. To be taken.
She was now completely given to her lust, and if any man saw her now,
she would do whatever he wanted to be as nasty, as sexy, as much of a
fuck bitch as she could ever imagine. She would do anything.
The hand pinching her nipples left them to make its way to her ass. She
began to rub her ass cheeks pretending they were the hands of a young
boy touching the hot ass of a slut for the first time. They were a poor
substitute, but Cynthia's imagination was making up for the fact that
they hands violating her were in fact completely controlled, completely
non threatening...But then she thought she would like to do something
she had heard about but never tried...It was too dirty. Too nasty and
something a nice girl like Ms. Pike would never consider.
Cynthia found the liquid soap, and moving from the showerhead, lathered
her ass and hand. She probed her ass and found the puckered entrance to
her ass. Slowly, she put just the tip of her pinky around her ass hole.
She felt a bit strange, but kept working her cunt with the other hand.
She was near orgasm now, and felt nasty and erotic enough to push her
pinky tip a bit inside her forbidden ass. It was surprising. Shouldn't
something prevent such entrance? Shouldn't there be something preventing
insertion of a finger? This was not natural. This was not......OHhhh,
this WAS nice, yes it was. Her ass was moving back and forth and her
cunt was being penetrated by her left hand's first two fingers, and her
ass was now being fingered by her cute little French Manicured pinky,
and slowly, Cynthia worked it deeper and deeper until she felt something
slowing down her progress. She kept moving her ass back against her
right hand, and relaxed.
The manicured pinky slipped a bit further, and she felt her anus relax
as it began to swallow her finger....bit by bit...
Cynthia was now in new territory in her masturbation experience. She
liked the feeling.
She relaxed her pinky and asshole as she worked it... It was a
strangely slippery tunnel she had found. She could feel her other
fingers inside herself, and a bit of flesh separating them.. It was all
so decadent. She was ass fucking herself.
She took a moment to imagine her new very young "boyfriend" she had
spotted and started to seduce that morning on Polk Street. Now it was
him gently probing her ass and cunt.
"Yes...yes...do that. Just like that, my little boy. Fuck me..Fuck me,
boy...fuck my ass fuck my ass.. yes that's in...in slow circles now,
fuckboy. Your cock is so good in my cunt and in my ass...
(For at this point, in her lustful imaginings, Cynthia was being
fucked by two cocks at once by her fuckboy...at one point Cynthia
imagined her boy fucking her ass with her dildo, and her pussy with his
young perfect steamy hot cock.)
" Fuckboy fuckboy....How old are you, fuckboy? Ever fuck a woman like
me, fuckboy? Ever fuck ANY woman? Like it? I LOVE IT. Yes, don't stop.
Keep fucking me. Just like that.. Yes, fuck me fuckboy...ahhh. Yes,
like that...fuck me good. Shove that cock in me...shove that tool in
me...just like that. More. Deeper. deeper.Fuck me. Fuck my ass.
MMMmmmmmmmm. I love it...I love....
Just then the phone rang.
Cynthia, already coming, immediately hoped it was fuckboy calling her.
It was.
To be continued.
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