Cindy Jean was a, beautiful, caucasian, brunette that I met, at my Baptist church Sunday School, during my freshman year in high school in Downey, California. Cindy never returned, to my church, and I didn't see her, again, until I transferred into her high school, before my junior year.
Midway through my junior spring semester, we started "dating" (on-campus) as her father refused to let her date off-campus. I loved Cindy's artistic skills, her smile, intelligence and laughter. Her French kissing was off the charts! She was a great girl! But with her, retired, father and my mother's short teacher's hours, we never had a private place to make love. We had to settle for plenty of French kissing -at school.
Cindy was a sultry, wholesome All-American that loved, casual/cute, sun dresses-without bras, cut-off jean shorts, flip flops, braless tube and tank tops. (The school's vice principal hassled her and made her keep a bra in her locker.) Cindy loved the "Natural look," with no make-up, pierced ears and her pierced belly button. No ugly tattoos. No body piercings-she claimed.
We were from different worlds of life, though we enjoyed spending our campus time holding hands and kissing against the hallway lockers.
"Get a room," Mr. Robinson, our principal, jokingly, suggested, one day as he walked by. We could only laugh-and wish...
A year later, we graduated, from Warren High School, then became adults, Cindy, in August, I followed in November. I moved on to community colleges, then Cal State University at Fullerton, my junior year, as Cindy worked for a restaurant corporate office and pursued me and my virginity, calling me every few months. During that time, I invited her over to a house, that I was sitting, that had a private swimming pool, completely surrounded by the house. I was hoping we would skinny dip, privately and I would (finally) lose my virginity with her, but Cindy had a live-in boyfriend and unfortunately turned down my virginity offer. I skinny-dipped solo, that week, a great disappointment.
The next month, I stopped by Cindy's apartment, ready to "cross the love line" get laid, and make sweet love with her all night long. Her eyes lit up when she asked if I was still a virgin, and I said, "You will be my first..." We started French kissing, I had one hand under her bra, massaging her breasts, squeezing her nipples, the other hand in her bush, fingering her clit, she wrapped her hand around my cock. It was beautifully hard and standing proud. Her mouth watered on the sight of it. Cindy's tongue ached for a taste of my magnificent manhood. She slipped her luscious lips over its pulsating head and closed her eyes to revel in the sensations created by her actions, but a knock on the front door revealed her boyfriend with a surprise of chocolate candy and red roses and our passion had to stop-unfortunately. I drove home, still, a frustrated virgin. I couldn't believe my bad timing.
A year later, I finally gave up my "v-card," to another woman, at the university, and I stopped taking Cindy's phone calls, as I was occupied with the college woman's "friends with benefits" often-available, pussy.
Just a few months later, I ran into Cindy's, younger, sister, Laurie, a natural (I learned) blonde who had just turned 18 and was horny-for me. (It ran in their family, apparently.) For some time Laurie had "a crush" on me, I was house-sitting a friend's place, and had permission from the owner to have a woman join me. So I invited Laurie and, we, had fun, frolicking sex through, one, night. never getting any sleep just a series of endless orgasms where I exploded into her pussy after giving her, repeated, oral and vaginal climaxes as our toes curled and she grabbed the sheets and pillows, hanging on as her body reacted to our passion.
Through our night, I helped myself to the nexus of Laurie's pleasure, awash in her liquid delight, my chin dripping as I tugged gently at her lips and gently sucked her clit. A series of long, slow licks set her purring, like a kitten, her body moving with fierce animation, occasionally jolting to life as I worked hard to spark sensations of bliss. Laurie was, sexually, drunk on my efforts and fueled by an outpouring of emotion she frantically reached for my rock-hard cock.
Laurie aggressively sucked me back to her mouth, anxious to taste on her lips the evidence of her satisfaction. Her own scent flooded her nostrils and opened the erotic channels of her body even wider. Grinding her body against mine, she toyed with my tongue and swept her fingers through my hair. I felt her hand searching again for my member, which she then began to tug with a growing hunger. The hiss of a deep inhale roared through her teeth.
"God, I love your cock..." she purred. "That's it. Fill me up with your sticky stuff. Make me full. Give me every drop!"
I did, loading Laurie with a, huge, creampie.
Laurie said Cindy still really wanted to have sex with me. I asked her not to compare notes and Laurie laughed, saying, "I got you first! She will have to settle for sloppy seconds. Her boyfriend is out of town. She needs to get laid."
Why not enjoy Cindy? It's kind of incest, I thought. Why not? It could be fun-if she was game... I'd never had sisters.
So I phoned Cindy. "I want you," was all I had to say. Moments later, she invited me, back to her apartment, explaining that her live-in boyfriend was "in New York, working for a month, and I am, really, horny. I've wanted to screw you for years. This isn't cheating, it's scratching a longtime itch-in all the right places."
