Posted by Luthor on November 27, 2002 at 18:42:59:
The X-Rated Adventures of Cinderella Snuffbunny
Young Cindi Storm slowly opened her pretty sky-blue eyes and glanced sleepily at the small alarm clock blaring away rudely on her bedside table. She moaned. Seven-fifteen. The cute schoolgirl reluctantly threw back her fluffy pink blanket and sat up at the edge of her rumpled bed. Why did mornings have to come so early? Cindi yawned and dragged her fingers through her tangled, honey-blonde hair.
"All right, all right, I'm up!" she mumbled as the alarm continued to sound. Reaching over, Cindi shut off the annoying racket and, placing her bare feet gingerly onto the cold bedroom floor, stood up and lazily stretched her thin, lanky frame. Unbuttoning the bright yellow, flower-print pajama tops her Aunt Doreen had given her for her eighteenth birthday just three weeks ago, the yawning teenager slipped the soft flannel garment off her freckled shoulders and sleepily walked over to the full-length mirror mounted on her closet door. Naked from the waist up, Cindy gazed critically at her reflection in the shiny glass, noting with a sigh that her pale pink torso still showed practically no signs of development in the area of her amazingly, incredibly, monumentally flat chest.
"My life sucks!" sighed the dejected young blonde as she slipped off her warm pajama bottoms and white cotton panties and stood completely bare-assed in front of the big mirror. Cindi thoughtfully studied her slim torso and long, slender legs, twirling back and forth several times to also examine her firm, freckled ass. The lithe teenager tried striking several sexy poses, like the models in the fashion magazines, hoping to discover some hither-to-unnoticed curve or protrusion on her thin, pink, boyish body. She sighed again. Nothing. Cindi then spread her long legs and bent over to inspect her smooth, white pussymound. Nope, no hair yet. Just a bit of light blonde peach-fuzz. She still looked like a kid in junior high instead of an almost-fully-grown woman ready to graduate high school! What boy would be interested in a skinny, underdeveloped body like hers? She sighed yet again.
"Don't worry, Squirt! You'll grow hair one of these days!" Cindi jumped as the familiar, mocking voice echoed through her quiet bedroom. The blushing blonde quickly grabbed her discarded pajama bottoms from off the floor and tried in vain to cover her pale nakedness.
"Tory! Gosh darn it! What are you doing spying on me? " Cindi yelled angrily as she turned to confront her stepsister, Victoria, standing in her open doorway, laughing merrily. Tory was 19 and a sophomore at James Madison Community College. She was captain of the girl's track team and held district records for the girl's 100-meter sprint and the Javelin toss. Everybody said Tory was a cinch to make the next Olympic Decathlon team, and she had even been written up in the big Sunday edition of the town newspaper, The Clarion, complete with pictures and everything. Tory was dressed in tight white track shorts and a bulky gray sweatshirt with the sleeves torn off and she had on black and orange low-top Reeboks with her white socks rolled down to her ankles. Cindi had always been jealous of her stepsister's long, tanned, muscular legs and firm, full rear end, not to mention her perky, bouncy, maybe-not-so-big-but-at-least-she-has-them-unlike-others-that-could-be-named tits. Tory wore her flaming red hair cut short and combed straight back on the sides, with a little curl spiraling down her forehead. On most girls it would look dyky, but Tory was cute enough to pull it off.
"Mom sent me up to tell you breakfast is ready," chuckled the tall redhead, smiling broadly as she watched Cindi struggle to keep her important parts hidden behind her rumpled pajamas. "But I can always tell her you're up here playing with yourself in front of the mirror and don't want to eat!"
"I was doing no such thing!!" shouted Cindi, bunching her pajama bottoms into a ball and throwing them angrily at her stepsister's grinning face. "And if you dare say anything like that I'll tell Mom what you and Danny Furguson did on the Miller's couch last Saturday night when you were supposed to be babysitting! I was peeking through the side window next to the bushes and I saw EVERYTHING!"
"Keep your voice down, you little brat! She'll hear you!" Tory wasn't laughing any more. "I was only kidding. Just what were you doing spying on me, anyway?" The angry redhead placed her hands on her hips and glared balefully at her little sister. "And exactly what did you see last Saturday night?"
"Oh, never mind." remarked Cindi off-handedly. No longer trying to conceal her nudity, the slender teen sauntered casually over to the bedroom door and looked up haughtily into her stepsister's stern face. "If you'll excuse me, my dear," Cindi proclaimed in her most grown-up voice. "I have no more time to chat. I simply must get ready for school. You may inform our mother that I will join her presently." With that, she rudely shut the door.
"That'll teach her!" chuckled Cindi as she stepped over to the closet and began to assemble her outfit for the day.
* * *
"The brat will be down in a minute," announced Tory as she walked into the warm kitchen and took a seat at the breakfast table.
"Don't talk about your sister that way!" chided Nancy Storm as she hurriedly prepared her children's morning meal. The tall brunette wore a loose-fitting silk blouse with puffy sleeves and frilly lace cuffs and collar. The expensive garment draped sexily over Nancy's ample, rounded bosom and then tapered to loosely hug her small, girlish waist. Mrs. Storm's long, shapely legs sported a pair of sheer black stockings, and her tight, shiny, red leather mini-skirt clung invitingly to her firm, jutting ass. A pair of black stiletto heels completed the outfit.
Tory glanced disapprovingly at her mother's sexy attire. She hated it when her mom dressed this way. Why couldn't she act her age like other mothers did? "Hot date?" she inquired sarcastically.
"I'm meeting Fred for breakfast at the Holiday Inn." Nancy stated matter-of-factly as she placed a plate of scrambled eggs and wheat toast on the table in front of her scowling daughter. "And don't give me any grief about acting my age." she added, as though she were reading Tory's mind. "Fred is only in town for the day and this is our one chance to get together this month."
Fred Chambers was an aging Romeo who leased fleets of expensive European cars to corporate big-shots so their yuppie employees didn't have to demean themselves by driving to work in Fords and Toyotas like ordinary people. His job required him to travel all over the state servicing his accounts, as well as, it was rumored, an assortment of aging, hard-up, butt-ugly divorcees. Tory always wondered what her beautiful mom saw in the old lech. They had been seeing each other for about six months, off and on, and Tory suspected that the arrangement had something to do with the odd bits of jewelry and extra cash her mom always seemed to come home with after one of their "dates". Since being widowed by a tragic Cuisinart mishap the year before, Nancy Storm was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain her former upscale, country club lifestyle, and Tory was pretty sure that her sexy mother's less-than discriminatory dating habits had more to do with her pocketbook than her libido.
"What time will you be home? I've got track practice after school and then I have to pick up Heather from her Baton lesson, so I won't be here to drive Cindi to the library until after 4 O'clock." Tory stated, speaking impolitely around a large mouthful of scrambled eggs.
"I probably won't be back until 5 or 6, maybe later. The kid will just have to take the bus. She's eighteen, after all, even if she doesn't look it. It's time we stopped treating her like a baby."
"Ha! That'll be the day! Her chest isn't the only part of her that hasn't developed yet. I swear that girl has the brain of a ten year-old sometimes."
"Stop that! Cindi is perfectly normal and you know it. She's just, well, inexperienced. Her father, if you'll recall, insisted we send her to private school with the nuns at Saint Vincent's as a result of that nasty incident involving you, your vice-principal, and various members of the PS 39 varsity basketball team." Tory winced and fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat as her mother spoke. Some things, it seems, can never be lived down.
"Christ mom, give it a rest. I was in the third grade. How was I supposed to know 'nice girls' didn't do things like that? I mean, did you ever once sit me down and say 'Tory, don't blow the starting lineup?' No. Besides, it was all Coach Barnes fault. He said since I was Head Cheerleader I had to, you know, give head. It sounded perfectly reasonable to me at the time. School spirit and all that. And anyway, I thought we were talking about Cindi, not me."
"We are talking about Cindi. I was just pointing out that not everyone has to wallow in the baser side of life to be considered an adult. Cindi is a sweet-natured, intelligent young girl with a very expensive Catholic school education and I think you and Heather should make more of an effort to be nice to her. She did lose her beloved father a few months ago you know, poor child."
"Yes, I know," replied Tory, mopping up the final remnants of egg from her plate with a half-eaten slice of wheat toast. "Your sudden concern for the welfare of my late and lamented stepdaddy's only child is quite touching, mother. It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that he left the bulk of his considerable fortune in trust for precious little Cindi upon his death, would it? If the brat moves out, she takes the money with her. You might have to do a whole lot more 'dating' if that happens."
"DATING!" Nancy glanced at the imitation gold watch dangling from her left wrist -- a present from Fred. "Damn! I'm late!" she exclaimed as she grabbed her faux Gucci handbag and dashed out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the front door. "Shit, just tell Cindi you'll be late and to forget about the library for today and stay here and watch TV until you and Heather get home." she shouted over her shoulder as she disappeared out the door. "Bye!"
Tory sighed.
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"Where'd mom go so early?" asked Cindi as she sauntered into the kitchen a few seconds after her stepmother's hasty exit. "And what did she mean about your being late?"
"Just what she said. Heather and I won't be home until after 4 today, so you're going to have to take care of yourself for once. "
"Me? All by myself?" exclaimed Cindi. "What about mom? What about the library?"
"Mom's got a date. You're on your own."
"Oh PISS!" mumbled Cindi, plopping down dejectedly onto a kitchen chair and reaching for the plate of eggs and toast her stepmother had left for her. Since it was Casual Friday at Saint Vincent's, Cindi had forgone her usual school uniform in favor of a garish blue, yellow and pink tie-dyed T-shirt a couple of sizes too large for her slender frame, along with white denim shorts and a pair of yellow knee socks. She had gathered her long, silky blonde hair into a ponytail and tied it in back with a fancy yellow ribbon. Her tiny feet sported a pair of white canvas tennis shoes. "Where is Heather, anyway?" inquired Cindi, glancing around the bright kitchen in search of her younger stepsister.
"She's upstairs gathering her books for school. She finished eating some time ago." answered Tory. "She didn't waste the whole morning staring at her naked pussy in the mirror, like some people I could mention." added the pretty redhead, smiling sweetly.
"Go suck a donkey dick!" Cindi shot back, confidently using her very best profanity now that her stepmother was gone.
"I'm telling!" chimed a shrill voice from the hallway.
Cindi moaned.
Heather Storm flounced merrily into the kitchen, carrying a light blue book-bag and dressed in a frilly, light blue summer dress with ruffled hem and lace collar. Her long blonde hair was done up in twin ponytails, tied neatly with two light blue ribbons. Her light blue ankle socks had matching lace borders, and her light blue and white saddle shoes completed the extremely light blue and all-together too precious outfit. Heather was a seasoned veteran of the Beauty Pageant circuit and the lovely teenager's illustrious career included the titles of Miss Flagstaff County, Grebbler's Auto Parts Dimpled Darling, and Little Miss Moppet of 1996, to name just a few. No matter where she went, saccharine-sweet little Heather always dressed like she was ready for the runway.
"Aren't you going to be late for school?" asked Cindi, glaring balefully at her nauseatingly cute stepsister.
"Nope. Tory is giving me a ride. I'm gonna tell mom that you said 'dick'!"
"You do and I'll pound you!" threatened Cindi, rising from her chair menacingly. "You'll look awfully stupid trying to win your next pageant with a broken nose and no teeth."
"Alright you two!" shouted Tory as she stood at the sink rinsing her breakfast plate. "Knock it off! Heather, go get into the car. It's time to go."
"Now?"
"Yes! Now! Get going." Tory grabbed her green canvas backpack from the floor next to the table and hurried after her younger sister, both of them vanishing quickly down the hallway. "And don't forget to watch channel 12 this afternoon at 3," Tory shouted just before closing the front door behind her. "They're showing a rerun of the Miss Tidy Bowl Pageant and you can see Heather win her trophy!"
"I'd rather see her drown in the toilet." mumbled Cindi to herself as she was left alone in the large and suddenly very quiet house. Finishing off the last few bites of her breakfast, Cindi dumped her empty plate into the sink and trotted back up to her bedroom. She had just enough time to spend a few minutes on-line before she had to leave for school. Smiling, she though about her new chat-pal, Ripper. They had met last week in one of the chat rooms on a local computer bulletin board and they had gotten quite chummy, talking on-line or through E-mail at least twice a day! Ripper said he was 28 and in the medical profession, and he told her he had dark hair and green eyes. They had promised to meet sometime soon, and Cindi was anxious to see if Ripper was as cute in person as she dreamed he was!
Entering her room, Cindi eagerly sat down at her desk and switched on the computer. When the colorful display finally came up on the monitor the pretty teenager squealed in delight! She had mail! Her fingers fairly flew across the keyboard as the excited blonde punched up her mailbox code and began to read her letter. It was from Ripper! Her big, sky-blue eyes widened as she read the short message. He wanted to meet her! Today! He was going away on business for a whole month! If they were going to meet, it would have to be now! Cindi gasped! What was she going to do? Ripper had included a phone number in the message, and asked her to call him there before 8 AM. Cindi glanced at her bedside clock. It was 8:15! Panicked, the pretty schoolgirl grabbed the slimline phone on her computer table and franticly dialed the number Ripper had given her. She held her breath as she heard the phone ring once, twice, three times. She was just about convinced that she had missed him, when a voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is - um - is this Ripper?"
"Yeah. Who's this?"
"This is Cin -I mean Princess!!" corrected Cindi, suddenly remembering to use her on-line "handle".
"Oh, Princess! I was hoping you'd call! I really want to meet you before I go away. How about today?"
"But I have school!"
"Ditch it! Who'll know? We can meet somewhere private and get to know each other."
"I - I don't know. I've never cut school before. I've got a 4.0 grade point average, you know. And perfect attendance. Did I tell you I have perfect attendance all year?"
"Then you're overdue for a day off. Come on! I'd really like to see you before I go. I've got a present for you."
"A present! Really? For me?! What is it? Is it jewelry? What is it?"
"You'll have to wait and see. Is it a date?"
"Ummm... Okay.. I guess. I mean Yes! Definitely! Everybody does it, right? And I know you're not a serial killer or anything weird like that. We can meet here at my house! My mom will be gone all day!" The eager blonde proceeded to give Ripper her address and directions to her house, and he told her he'd be there around 10:30 with her surprise! The giddy teen quickly agreed and, bidding her new friend goodbye, merrily danced a little jig in the middle of her bedroom floor.
She had a date!
* * * * * * * * * * *
Cindi was a nervous wreck by the time the doorbell finally rang at 10:37! Squealing with glee, the excited eighteen year-old jumped up off the livingroom couch and bolted madly to the front door. Trying her very best to appear calm and sophisticated, Cindi took a deep breath and, trembling slightly, slowly opened the heavy wooden door.
"Princess?"
Cindi stared open-mouthed at the tall, dark-haired man smiling at her from the open doorway. He looked to be about 25 or 30, with a pale, lean face, short, slightly turned-up nose, and deep-set, sleepy eyes. They really were green! He had on a black leather biker's jacket over a torn white T-shirt, and his scruffy Levi's had holes in both knees and were held up by a thick, rusty chain instead of a belt. His heavy black boots had silver choke chains around both ankles, and he was smoking a cigarette. Non-filtered. There was a tattoo of a dagger on the back of his left hand, and he wore a small silver nose-ring through his right nostril. Cindi couldn't believe her eyes!
Ripper was a babe!
"Princess?" repeated the young man.
"Oh! Yes! That's me! I'm Princess! Are you Ripper?" The young man nodded. "Uh, Hi! I'm glad you could make it! Nice day, huh? Umm.. Oh! Come in! Please!" The excited teenager continued to babble nervously as she led her guest into her spacious livingroom and over to the plush, white sofa. Cindi sat next to the handsome older man and continued to make small talk, all the while staring shyly at the plush tan shag carpeting under her feet.
"My name really isn't Princess, you know." mentioned the nervous girl. "It's Cindi. Cindi Storm."
"Oh yeah, cool," the dark-haired man answered, taking a long drag off his cigarette. "You can keep calling me Ripper. Everybody does. Cindi Storm, huh? Your sister is an athlete or something, right? I've seen pictures of her. She's pretty."
Cindi's heart sank. He liked Tory! He thought she was pretty! The skinny blonde couldn't compete with her gorgeous older sister and she knew it! Tory was tall and tan and athletic and all the boys always stared at her firm butt and bouncy tits. Nobody ever stared at Cindi's pasty, freckled ass. Nobody paid much attention to her at all! And now here she was, on her first (sort of) date with an older man, and he was talking about how pretty Tory was! Her life was over. Cindi suddenly felt Ripper's arm slip gently around her shoulder. The handsome stranger leaned in very close to the trembling girl, bringing his face to within an inch of hers, and gazed deeply into her big, sky-blue eyes.
"Almost as pretty as you." he whispered in a low, husky voice.
The kiss caught Cindi by surprise. One minute she was gazing wistfully into Ripper's dark, dangerous green eyes, and the next she felt his firm, manly lips gently touching hers! The sweet kid whimpered softly as Ripper drew her limp, unprotesting body into his strong arms and began to slide his warm, wet mouth slowly back and forth against her soft lips. Cindi shivered. Nobody had ever kissed her like this before! Tommy Finklestein had given her a quick, dry smooch in the coatroom at school during lunch break last month, but that was on a dare, and he didn't run his thick tongue along her parted lips, like Ripper was doing, or hold her tight against his rock-hard body, like Ripper was doing, or slide his hand gently along her bare thigh, like Ripper was doing.
Damn! Tommy Finklestein sure had a lot to learn!
Surrendering herself to the moment, Cindi parted her straight white teeth and allowed Ripper's tongue to slide boldly into her willing mouth. She moaned. Little tingles ran up Cindi's spine as she dreamily sucked on Ripper's long, slimy tongue, swallowing his warm saliva as it flowed thickly from his open mouth into hers. Ripper's hand traveled up Cindi's bare thigh, over her white shorts, and under her loose T-shirt, slowly making its way up her smooth stomach toward her flat, undeveloped chest! The inexperienced girl squirmed as Ripper's rough fingers began to pull and pinch her tiny pink nipples, sending shivers of forbidden delight coursing up and down her trembling frame.
"Oh! Oh! Ripper!" cried Cindi as she finally pulled away from his greedy mouth and buried her blonde head against his leather-clad shoulder. "What are you doing? Oooh!" she moaned as his strong fingers continued to tease her throbbing nipples.
"Just making you feel good." replied the grinning man as he tenderly stroked Cindi's soft blonde hair with his right hand, while continuing his more intimate manipulations with his left. Cindi gasped as Ripper suddenly reached down, grabbed the bottom of her big tie-dyed T-shirt and, before the shocked high school senior could react, quickly pulled the loose garment over her head and tossed it into a multi-colored heap on the floor next to the couch.
" RIPPER!!" squealed Cindi as she realized with a start that she was naked from the waist up! Blushing furiously, the embarrassed eighteen year-old quickly folded her slender arms in front of her, trying desperately to hide her pale pink chest. "Oh! What are you doing? Give me back my shirt!"
"Chill, little Princess. I just wanted to see how beautiful you are." cooed the handsome libertine. "There's no reason to be embarrassed. You look fabulous!" Riper reached over and placed his strong hands on Cindi's wrists and gently but firmly began to force her arms away from her chest.
"I do not!" pouted Cindi as she reluctantly allowed Ripper to unfold her arms and force them into her lap, baring the sweet teen's naked chest to his lustful gaze. "I'm skinny and I'm flat! See?" To illustrate her point, Cindi sat up strait, inhaled deeply and arched her back, sadly displaying her flat, featureless ribcage and puffy pink nipples.
"I think you're sexy." murmured Ripper. Placing his left hand on Cindi's right hip he pulled the trembling girl toward him. Cindi thought for a split second that he was going to kiss her again, but Ripper instead ducked his head and fastened his wet lips onto her diminutive right breast, sucking the stiff nipple noisily into his wet mouth!
"Oh my God!" gasped the surprised honor student as she felt her naked breasts being suckled for the very first time! "Ripper! What are you doing? Oh God! Oh God! Uuhh!" Cindi squirmed and wiggled as Ripper greedily mouthed her heaving chest, licking from one pink nipple to the other, leaving a shiny trail of saliva all over the moaning girl's pale torso. "Oh! Oh!! You're sucking my tits! You're sucking my naked tits! Uuuh! Uuuh! " Cindi threw back her head and closed her eyes as skyrockets of sensation shot madly through her slender young body. Rippers bold hands roamed freely over the young girl's quivering frame, traveling from her soft belly, over her white shorts and down her smooth thighs, then back again, driving Cindi wild! "Oh GOD! Ripper! NO! Not there! You can't touch me THERE!!" cried the writhing blonde as Ripper's exploring fingers began to gently caress the warm crotch of her light summer shorts.
"Relax, little Princess," murmured Ripper, lifting his head from Cindi's wet, glistening chest. "It's time to grow up. Don't be afraid. Just let it happen." He continued his intimate massage, pressing his strong fingers more forcefully against the whimpering schoolgirl's squirming pussy. Cindi groaned pitifully and spread her legs, giving in to the amazing sensations the teasing fingers were generating in her tender, throbbing sex.
"Oh, this can't be happening! Ripper...Uh..Uh..Aaah.....Ohh....no... uh...oooo.. Oooh! Ripper!" wailed innocent young Cindi as Ripper's hand momentarily left her quivering pussy and traveled to the top of her white shorts, his experienced fingers quickly undoing the tight snap and deftly sliding down the short zipper. Before the bewildered girl knew what was happening, Ripper had grabbed the waistband and pulled the flimsy shorts down her bare legs and over her tiny feet, tossing them into a pile next to her discarded T-shirt!
Sitting in her living room in the middle of the day, spread out on her stepmother's plush, white sofa wearing only a thin pair of flower-print cotton panties, yellow knee socks and white tennis shoes, eighteen year-old Cindi Storm could only blink her pretty blue eyes in astonishment as she watched her handsome chat-pal stand up and quickly remove his heavy leather jacket, pull his torn, dirty T-shirt over his head and throw it carelessly aside, kick off his cumbersome black motorcycle boots, and then undo the front of his torn, tattered Levi's and slide them down his smooth, pale, muscular legs.
Cindi gasped in utter horror as she suddenly realized that Ripper wasn't wearing any underwear! The shocked teen stared in disbelief at the long, angry-looking red shaft protruding menacingly from the naked man's hairy crotch.
Cindi had seen cocks before. Her best friend Laurie had smuggled over one of her father's porno tapes on her last sleep-over, and they had both secretly watched the remarkable production in awe in the darkened living room after everyone else had gone to bed, and Cindi had hidden in the bushes along the side of the Miller house to spy on her big sister last Saturday night while she was babysitting and had watched in shocked fascination as Tory put Danny Furguson's big dick in her mouth and bounced her head up and down until he groaned and shook and made funny faces, but nothing in the sweet child's young life had prepared her for the sight of Ripper's big, hard, pulsing, cock as she watched it coming closer and closer to her trembling body.
"God! You took out your dick!" breathed the shocked teenager as Ripper casually sat down next to her and leaned back against the sofa's soft cushions. He smiled broadly as he watched sweet Cindi stare, open-mouthed, at his naked manhood.
"Go ahead. Touch it." coaxed Ripper. "It won't bite!"
"Oh no! I couldn't! That would be sooo nasty!"
"I know. That's what makes it fun! Go on! Don't be a baby."
Cindi groaned. She didn't want Ripper to think she was just a dumb kid! Taking a ragged breath, she reached out with her trembling right hand and reluctantly wrapped her pale, slender fingers around Ripper's raging erection!
"Oh! It's HOT!" gasped the blushing virgin as her tiny hand gently squeezed Ripper's hard, throbbing cockshaft. She could feel his heartbeat! Remembering what she had seen Tory do to Danny's big dick before she put it in her mouth, Cindi began to slide her fingers slowly up and down the pulsing organ, causing Ripper to throw his head back and moan deeply. Pleased at her handsome date's reaction, Cindi started sliding her hand faster and faster over the smooth, hot prick, fisting her naked chat-pal into a groaning, squirming frenzy!
"Am I making you feel good?" Cindi asked breathlessly as she continued pumping her new friend's hard cockmeat.
"Oh, MAN! It feels fantastic, baby! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!" groaned Ripper as he writhed and bucked under Cindi's delicate touch, thrusting his hips forward to meet the pretty eighteen year-old's gentle handstrokes.
"I know what that means." murmured Cindi, blushing a deeper shade of red. "I'm going to make your sperm come out, huh? We learned about that in health class. I'm-I'm doing masturbation on you. Is that right? Am I masturbating your big dick?"
"You sure are, little Princess!" grinned Ripper as her thrust himself harder into the sweet 12th grader's pumping hand, fucking her fist as if it were a pussy. "Oooh! Damn! Do it, baby! Jack my prick! Aaah! That's it! God, you're hand is fantastic! Uh! Uh! Aaawww! Do me! DO me!! Pump my bone!"
Cindi studied Ripper's thrusting cock in utter fascination. She watched the bouncing ballsack swaying loosely between his outstretched legs, fighting off the strange urge to touch it. She gazed in amazement at the long, fleshy shaft pulsing wildly under her pumping fingers, so soft and smooth on the outside, yet as hard as steel under the velvety skin. Her blue eyes widened as she saw his big, round cockhead begin to leak a clear, gooey fluid from the little slit at the end, getting her pumping fist all slimy and making it slip and slide even faster up and down the hot, shiny organ.
"Is-Is that your sperm?" whispered the wide-eyed woman-child, leaning in to get a closer look, her sweet face stopping only inches from Rippers drooling cock. The musky, male scent wafting from his steamy crotch made Cindi's head swim.
"Not yet, baby. Uuuh! Keep going! Ah! Ah! That's it! Oh, man! "
Cindi's brain was in a whirl! She was actually sitting on the couch in her underwear next to a naked man, pumping her hand up and down on his big, fat, slimy dick! It was too much for the innocent young blonde to comprehend! She had never played sex-games before. She had never touched a naked dick or done any of the things the girls at school giggled about in the bathrooms between classes. She was completely inexperienced. She didn't know how to react, or what was expected of her. What was she supposed to do next? She didn't want Ripper to think she was a baby! Her mind raced. She remembered the girls in the porno tape Laurie had shown her. Those women had certainly known about sex. What would they do now? She thought about her stepsister, Tory, and what she had done with Danny Furguson last Saturday night.
Suddenly she knew what to do!
The innocent girl shivered. She slid her pistoning fist down the slippery cockshaft one last time, grasping it firmly at the base. Then, holding the throbbing member as still as she could, sweet young Cindi Storm parted her pretty lips and bowed her blonde head, sliding her sweet, wet mouth slowly down over Ripper's hot, red, drooling cockhead!
"Ooohh BABY! Yeessssss!!!" gasped Ripper as Cindi's warm lips gently engulfed his hard cock. He groaned as Cindi gamely stuffed almost half of his heavy ten-inch boner straight down her narrow throat!
Grabbing the girl's blonde ponytail, Ripper began to hump his raging fuckstick in and out of Cindi's mouth, moaning in ecstasy. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! SUCK it! Ooohh! Suck my nasty cock! Yes! Yes! Do me with your sweet MOUTH!! AAHHH!!!" Ripper bucked and squirmed as Cindi serviced his raging manhood, bringing him closer and closer to a massive orgasm!
Cindi couldn't believe what she was doing! She actually had a man's naked cock inside her mouth! Ripper's cock! Ripper's big, hard, juicy COCK! Cindi sucked greedily on the slobbering organ, her flushed cheeks bulging as her mouth filled to overflowing with Ripper's thick cockdrool. She swallowed, stirred deeply by the salty, acrid man-flavor passing over her tongue and down her throat. She could hear Ripper's low moans above her as she nursed noisily on his throbbing boner, the knowledge that she could give a male so much pleasure thrilling her clear down to her toes!
Ripper suddenly jerked Cindi's blonde head away from his lap, causing a loud "plop" as his bloated cock exited her mouth. He rose quickly from the soft couch and stood directly in front of Cindi, who sat looking up at him in wide-eyed wonder.
"Take down your panties!" he rasped as he took hold of his raging boner and began to fist himself franticly, staring down hungrily at the pretty, half-naked blonde seated in front of him. "Hurry! Take down your fucking panties!"
Cindi shuddered with arousal as she watched Ripper masturbating over her pale, near-naked body. Reaching down, the pretty teenager hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her light cotton panties, raised her boyish hips off the couch cushions, and dragged the flimsy garment over her slender thighs and down her shapely calves, leaving them bunched loosely around her feet. Settling back into the plush, white sofa, Cindi laid her head lazily back against the soft cushions, gazed up lovingly into Ripper's red, sweaty face and, smiling wickedly, slowly spread her long, slender legs, obscenely displaying her puffy pink pussycleft to her horny chat-pal's lustful stare!
"Is this what you want to see?" she whispered breathlessly.
Ripper groaned with passion as he gazed at the lovely eighteen year-old's pale, delicate cuntslit. "Yeah, little Princess! That's what I want! Show me your sweet cunt! Oh, baby! Yes! So beautiful! So beautiful!" babbled Ripper as he gaped hungrilly at Cindi's wide-open crotch, her sweet, fuzzy, little-girl cunt driving him wild! "Oh man! I'm gonna squirt! I'm gonna squirt!" panted Ripper, his closed fist becoming a blur as he pumped himself closer and closer to completion.
"Is your sperm going to come out now?" asked the fascinated blonde, leaning forward to get a closer look at her new friend's wildly jerking fuckrod.
"Soon, baby! Uuuh! I'm-I'm almost there!" gasped Ripper, his sweaty face turning a brighter red. "Remember I told you I had a present for you?" The trembling man stepped closer to Cindi, bringing his dripping cock to within an inch of her lovely face.
"I remember." she whispered, mesmerized by the incredible sight in front of her.
"Well, here it is!!" he shouted, roughly grabbing the back of Cindi's head and ramming his rock-hard penis savagely past her parted lips and into her surprised mouth! "THERE!! Take it!! Drink it!! Swallow my jizz!! AAAAHHH!!!" Ripper thew back his greasy head and howled as his throbbing cock jerked twice, then began spewing thick ribbons of white-hot cream into Cindi's sweet, sucking mouth! Grabbing the innocent teenager's blonde head with both hands, Ripper began thrusting his spurting prick roughly down her throat, rutting into her pretty face like a dog in heat!
Cindi's big, sky-blue eyes opened wide with shock as Ripper drove his spitting prick forcefully past her flattened tongue and down into her tight, tender gullet! The young girl gurgled and coughed as she desperately tried to swallow the massive stream of hot jizz pouring from Ripper's jerking fuckpole! Pulling Cindi's blonde head forward with all his might, Ripper plunged his throbbing, ten-inch shaft to the hilt into the gagging woman-child's shocked, red face, burying Cindi's cute turned-up nose in his curly black pubic hair.
"AAAWW!! Right down your throat!!" shouted Ripper as his jerking manhood spewed his heavy white cockcream directly into sweet Cindi's heaving belly. Slimy gobs of frothy semen bubbled thickly out of Cindi's nose and around the corners of her stretched lips as the gurgling virgin tried desperately to breathe! Again and again Ripper's spitting prick sent torrents of salty sperm bubbling down the strangling girl's tender throat, drowning young Cindi in a slimy sea of hot, salty cum!
"That's it, little Princess! Take it right down your sweet throat! Aaaahh! Yes! YES! Choke on my big dick! Oooohh! Baby! Drown in my jizz! Uuh! Uuuuhh! That's it! Do it baby! Strangle on my cock! Aaaaaaah!" babbled Ripper as he emptied his churning balls into his new girlfriend's ravaged throat. Holding the struggling schoolgirl's pretty blonde head tightly against his hard abdomen, Ripper stared lustfully into her wide-open, sky-blue eyes and chuckled as he watched the writhing teenager's sweating face turn from pink, to bright red, and finally deep purple as pretty Cindi Storm slowly strangled to death on his hard, spitting cock!
"Do it! Do it! Die for me, little Princess! Choke on my big dick and die! Aaaahh! Fuck! Oh FUCK! You're doing it! Oh, baby! Let it happen!"
"Aaaaaaaa-aaahhhh! Baby!" sighed Ripper as his huge orgasm began to finally subside. His throbbing cock spewed the last of his slimy boy-cream into Cindi's stuffed gullet just as the wildly struggling young girl suddenly began to convulse violently. Cindi's skinny pink torso dry-heaved repeatedly as the strangling schoolgirl tried in vain to expel the thick, fleshy tube protruding from her purple face. Rude, wet, slushy sounds bubbled weakly out of Cindi's nose and throat as the dying blonde spasmed one last time, her tortured body arching like a taut bow. Ripper howled with laughter as he watched Cindi's wide eyes glaze over and roll up in her head. Cindi's sweet, virgin pussy suddenly began to release a powerful torrent of warm yellow urine onto the white couch cushions as the dying girl went limp, losing control of her bladder.
"That's it, little Princess. It's over. I win. Give it up now. Relax that sweet pink pussy of yours and let it go! Piss, baby! Piss on your rich momma's expensive couch! Piss yourself like the whore you are! Piss and die," growled the panting killer. His lust satisfied, Ripper finally pulled his shrinking manhood out of Cindi's wide-open mouth and released his grip on her blonde head. Her naked, sweat-soaked body collapsed lifelessly back against the white sofa, laying spread-eagle on the damp cushions as her long legs spasmed and jerked, making the pretty teenager resemble some kind of drunken marionette. Ripper bent down and put his ear to the sweet kid's bare chest. Ripper smiled. A feint heartbeat. She was breathing. She was still alive!
The fun was just beginning!
To be continued....
If I get around to it