Cindy Part 1

[duress]

Cindy
Part 1
It was another of those times when Cindy just had to have it, some good hard sex. Finding a guy was ridiculously easy and she was going to make it easier. She was going to get dressed in one of her “fuck me” outfits. For Cindy the whole process was important, everything leading up to and then including the last orgasm.

She couldn’t be called a tease because she delivered, but she did lead men on and it was on a direct road. Opening her closet she decided on a relatively conservative outfit but one that showed her assets. She was of medium height, slender, with large breasts and long tapering legs. So many times she would have preferred smaller breasts but had decided against reduction surgery as everyone was turned on by them and she loved having and using them.

Buttoning a heavy silk blouse halfway down she tied the bottom half with a knot. This gave support to her breasts, lifted them slightly, and allowed her to go without a bra. Her large aureoles were just hinted at through the fabric where they spread across the lower part and the thick nipples pushed out in shallow protrusions about the width of a penny. High waisted pants that draped nicely and a pair of sandals and she was dressed. No underwear, the feel of fabric caressing her nipples and pressing directly against her vaginal lips helped keep her primed. She opened one of the top buttons on her blouse to expose a little cleavage. That, and the thin strip of exposed flesh around her firm stomach struck the right note. She walked outside, feeling the sway of her breasts across the material, the pull on her back of their heavy weight; the shifting of her pussy lips as the material pressed up into her, stimulating with each step.

Walking the few blocks to a restaurant that overlooked the water her mood was perfect. Aroused, ready, delighting in the anticipation, feeling open and accepting, excited about what the evening might bring, she was looking forward to this. Entering the bar she surveyed the crowd. Quickly spotting a guy that looked like someone she wanted to know better she stopped next to him and leaned over to order her drink. When her long hair grazed his shoulder he looked up to this beautiful woman and smiled. Soon they were sitting next to each other and talking as if they had been long time friends. The gentle touch on his arm, a breast lightly grazing him, he was putty in her hands. A little while later they were strolling along the boardwalk, getting more comfortable with each other.

This was important to her, all part of the seduction process. Unknown to him they paused in front of her house. She looked up at him and moved in for the kill. They kissed, her breasts pressed against him, sliding across his chest, her nipples becoming erect. They were very sensitive, her nipples, and seemed to have a direct link to all the erotic centers of her being. They grew thick and long and internal shivers of delight passed through her with each movement. She loved having her nipples played with. Sometimes her knees came close to buckling the feeling was so intense.

They both grew in arousal until their breathing was heavy. She took his hand and led him to her home. They sat on the porch and another button had some how come undone, more cleavage exposed. She felt herself growing moist. The kisses became deeper and more passionate. Breaking away, she went into the house to get drinks and another button opened. When she returned and leaned over to hand him his drink he noted that all the buttons were open and the heavy swells of her breasts were straining the knot holding the shirt closed.

His eyes rarely left her chest now and she loved the attention. She held his shoulder with one hand and with the other took his hand in hers and lifted it to her breast. Her tongue slid deeply into his mouth when she slid his hand under the fabric of her blouse and his palm slid across her nipple. She ground her mouth against his more fiercely every time his hand rasped across her nipple. Her legs were no longer able to bear her weight and her knees gave way in arousal. He had hold of her nipple and stretched it out, using it to pull her breast out of her shirt. He tugged hard, fighting against the weight of her breast until it released and her tit tumbled out.

Cindy loved that, it fed the exhibitionist in her, to be so exposed on her front porch. She knelt in front of him as he sat in one of the porch chairs. His hand, that had been kneading her exposed boob, dropped it and moved to the other one, fondling it, then reaching inside and releasing it as well. Both her tits hung low from her chest, swaying with each movement. He sat back as she ran her hands over his thighs, sliding her right hand over his hard cock. She squeezed it, then sitting back on her heels rubbed her tits into his cock as it extended down his pants leg.

She stood up, pausing to extend the time she was exposed to anyone looking at her porch. Then, grabbing his hands she pulled him to his feet. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again as she ground her hips against him. God! She was hot, it was all she could do to hold herself from pulling his pants down and sucking him off on the front porch. They hustled inside and could barely separate long enough to rip their clothes off. When he was naked she looked him over, liking what she saw. His cock was rigidly hard and it excited her. She stepped towards him, cupping her breasts in her hands, lifting one to mouth and sucking on the nipple. She pushed the other into his face and sighed deeply when his teeth gently closed around the nipple. She felt his cock poke against her then slip between them as they pressed against each other.

She started to slide down his body but he held her nipple in his mouth. Her boob began to stretch, pulling the nipple and then her aureole entirely away. Still she sunk down and still he held her nipple. She felt the skin on her side become taught from her stretched tit and she was in heaven. The strain on her tit fed directly to her vagina and her juice began to seep out. When her weight seemed to be supported on her elongated tit it pulled free, snapping back with a jolt that almost caused her to lose her balance.

She dropped down and slid her mouth over his cock. She loved to suck cock and prided herself on her ability to deep throat. However, it was so rigid, and at this angle she couldn’t get it all the way in. She wanted to feel her face pressed into his pubic hair and forced herself against it. She pumped his cock with her face, taking about five inches but unable to get the last two in. Her saliva was dripping off his cock in long strands, lubricating it. Opening her mouth wide she forced it down her throat and buried her face in his pubic hair. She deep throated him fucking her throat on his cock. He began to bend at the waist, grabbing her head and jerking himself off with her mouth. Time after time she swallowed his cock, spit flying out and coating her face and his belly.

When she sensed he was about to cum she pulled away. Desperately wanting him to cum in her mouth and feel him shooting down her throat, she wanted that when she could also taste herself on him. He dropped down on his back and she straddled him, dropping onto his cock and groaning as it rushed inside her. Her wet pussy gripped him as she rode him. Her tits flopped wildly, slapping against her arms, then bouncing off her chest as he tried to corral them. When his breathing became hoarse and panting she spun off and sucked him into her mouth. Tasting her cream, sucking every bit of it and swallowing, she groaned around his rigid cock. Reaching back she grabbed his hand and forced it against her crotch. She humped against his hand, trying to force his fingers inside her. He extended two fingers and slid them inside and she bucked against them.

Sucking him as hard as she could she slipped his cock down her throat and face fucked him. His groaning and the thrusting of his hips alerted her to his orgasm. Throwing herself back against his hand she pulled off his cock, retaining just the head. Her pussy throbbed on his fingers as she pushed against his hand. Huge spurts of cum filled her mouth. She forced his shooting cock into her throat forcing the jism into her stomach. She again face fucked his cock, this time while he was spurting into her mouth.

Her entire body quivered with excitement and she forced herself against his fingers, trying to quell the fire in her pussy. As his cock began to slow its pumping of cum she held the last few spurts in her mouth. She let his cock slip from her and rolled the cum in her mouth, savoring it. Her pussy began to ride down the fingers and over the knuckles of his hand. Her bucking opened her a little more with each thrust and she felt her pussy lips spreading over his hand. She cupped her hand to her mouth and spit out the cum in her mouth. Taking the handful she rubbed it over her tits, pleading with him to hand fuck her. One final lunge and she felt herself open and his hand slid inside. Immediately she clutched her tits desperately, working his cum in, mauling her own breasts and pulling his hand from her vagina. Her lips were dragged out, reluctant to spread and release him, but then popping free. As soon as his hand was out she threw herself back on it.

Rapidly she fucked herself on his hand, arching her back as she began to cum, spasms from her orgasm spreading through her. All the while she came she forced the hand in and out, the two fingers, still extended, battering into her womb with each thrust. Crying in ecstasy, throwing her head from side to side she pulsed on the hand that rapidly fucked her. When her orgasm finished she gripped his hand tightly and rolled over on her back, his knuckles scraping and twisting inside her. Pulling her legs back, spreading, making herself more available, she wanted him to fuck his cock in her, alongside his wrist. Leaning forward she grabbed his cock and pulled him into her.

“Hold your cock in your hand and fuck me” she begged. He thrust into her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy and his hand. “Nooooo” she pleaded, “fuck me with your hand and cock”. He held his cock in his hand and fucked her with both. He watched in amazement and her pussy spread and closed, then opened again. He fucked her harder and faster, but it wasn’t enough. He held onto the base of his cock, his hand at an angle to her cunt and plunged it in. She groaned as she was spread farther. The inches sticking past his fist sunk past her cervix and into her womb. She rocked her body, throwing herself onto him as he rocked in the opposite direction, pounding into her.

She screamed at him, glaring up at his face, challenging him to fuck her as hard as he could. Their bodies were blurs as the clashed against each other until she froze, riding the crest, then plunging into another orgasm. Crying out for him to keep fucking her as she wailed in a long drawn out moan. He pulled out as his orgasm hit him. She begged him not to stop but it was too late. His cock shot out long ropes of cum. She scooped it off her heaving tits, scraping up every drop and sucking it off her hands as her orgasm rippled through her. She grabbed his hand and sucked her juices off it then rolled forward and sucked his cock in, stripping her cum off that.

She thrashed on the floor, begging for more. “Both hands, put both hands in. Make one big fucking fist and FUCK ME!” He made a fist and then wrapped the other hand around it as she rolled onto her back again with legs spread. “Now FUCK ME” she commanded. He pressed the huge fist against her cunt but couldn’t get it in.

“PUSH HARD” “HARDER” He held his arms rigid and threw the upper half of his body forward. The air was forced from her lungs with a loud Whooosh! As he entered her. Her cunt ring opened, stretching unbelievably as it rode up over the massive fist and closed around his wrists. Immediately his cock hardened as he watched the lust in her explode. He began a slow fuck with both hands but she screamed for more, harder and deeper and faster. He began to fuck her hard, using his body as a drive weight, fucking her as fast and hard as if it was only his cock. Her pussy lips were pulled out then shoved back in with each thrust, a wide band that stretched several inches from her cunt then the next instant were out of sight, inside her.

“Put your cock in me!” she cried. He spread his wrists apart, forcing her even wider, and slid his cock in. He couldn’t get as deep but it opened her more. She grabbed his wrists and tried to get him to fuck her harder. Sweat was thrown from his body as he fucked her, splattering them both. Her tits flailed about, the loud slapping sound they made audible above the squelching of her wet cunt. Her stomach rode up and down with each thrust, bulging out, then collapsing. Insatiable, panting with lust, groaning, she rode out the storm of fists, feeling herself stretched over and over. Her juice was flying about, coating everything, his chest wet and dripping. He groaned as another orgasm approached. She bent forward when his cock popped out and grabbed it, directing the streams of cum into her mouth. She reached down with a hand and slid some of her own fingers inside her pussy. Bending, forcing, grinding, she worked her own hand inside her cunt.

He continued pounding her, now able to push his hands in deeper with his cock out. His cock continuing to leak drops of cum sprayed them as it flopped in rhythm to his thrusts. He let go with the hand that was holding his other fist and made two fists inside her. As he withdrew them she added her hand in synch to his. Now her red and swollen cunt was stretched by three fists opening her at the same time. On one thrust one of his fists battered her cervix, then rammed past it and his hand sunk into her womb. Stunned, she froze her hand inside, wrapped around one of his hands. The one buried in her womb sunk deeper until he worked his elbow inside her cunt, the hand deep inside her. He fucked her like this, his one hand, and hers, just into the wrist, the other pistoning deep inside her.

She looked around for something more. Nearby was a tray of steel balls the size of oranges. It was designed as a game that allowed one to arrange them in different pyramids. She pulled her hand out of her cunt and reached over to the tray, but it was just out of reach.

He straightened his arms out, and with her stretched cunt now open, he could go deeper, his elbows now able to lock straight. He formed one big fist again and plunged deep, forcing both fists past her cervix, both elbows entering her pussy, stretched open even more. The once tight vaginal ring now so stretched that it pulled four inches outside her, wrapped tightly around his arms. The thrusts generated by using his upper body as the engine driving his pistoning arms forced her across the floor. Now she could reach the tray of steel balls and she pulled it off the table, a pile of them spilling onto the floor. She grabbed one and when his fists pulled out she stuck it into her pussy. He drove back in, forcing the ball into her womb. She fed ball after ball inside. Her belly growing more swollen until no more would fit. She could feel them jostling inside as his pummeling fists forced them to part.

Yet still she forced more in, filling her cunt, protrusions pushing out the flesh of her abdomen, marking the location of the balls. Finally all 21 of them were packed inside her. Her skin moved, seemingly alive, or something within her alive, her flesh dancing as the steel balls shifted about. Placing her hands under her hips she raised them up, allowing him to fuck down into her. He was able to get part of each bicep in now, occasionally one of the balls falling out through the gap between his arms. He would pick up each wayward ball and toss it back in. She fell back, her hips elevated, unbelieving in the feeling. Twenty one pounds of steel inside of her, rolling with the in and out plunging of his arms.

Her legs straightened out, rigid, her toes curled and her hips bucked with his fucking. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her orgasm approached. Bearing down with all her strength, vainly trying to clench against the mass inside, her climax exploded. The violence of her orgasm, the internal convulsions enough to set the balls churning, she came over and over. He pulled his arms out as she came. Her body jerked, her back arched as she rolled back and forth spasmodically. The sound of the steel balls banging against themselves inside her loud above her moaning. Their internal massage continuing her orgasm. Finally, after many minutes, it diminished, and she lay still except for occasional twitches. As she lay on the floor, her abdomen swollen with steel, he got up, showered dressed, kissed her goodbye and left.

After a while she rose, the weight inside her pulling her belly down. She staggered into the shower and washed, consciously squeezing her pussy tightly shut, keeping them locked inside. Collapsing on her bed she fell asleep. Every time she shifted in her sleep the balls would roll around inside, bringing on another orgasm while she slept. In the morning only two of the balls had worked their way out of her cunt.

[faust]

thanks again for another intense story!! I definitely look forward to the next part or to many other stories.

[qwarkxan]

unbelievably sexy! Thanks!