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Mindy Masters lay stretched out on her bed wearing

nothing but a yawn. It was a scorching hot summer day,

not to mention boring. Mindy was wondering how in the

world she was going to make it through a whole long,

hot summer without a man.

Mindy, a petite 20-year-old brunette, was home for the

summer and separated from her boyfriend, Vince, who'd

had to return to his own home town hundreds of miles

the past three months, and Mindy missed it desperately.

In fact, she missed it more with each passing minute,

and after a week at home, her need for s.e.x was urgent.

What was she going to do about it? It was a small town,

and she couldn't just walk down the street and pick up

some guy. The news would be all over town in no time at

all. Besides, picking up strangers wasn't Mindy's

style. She wanted Vince. But she wouldn't be seeing him

again till she returned in six weeks time, and that was

"Oh, shit," she sighed, "what am I gonna do?"

There seemed to be only one answer. She'd have to get

herself off, satisfy her own hot needs, without a man.

Mindy blushed as she thought about it. She'd

masturbated as a teenager sure, but since meeting Vince

she'd left those naughty habits behind. Vince's hard

c.o.c.k had taken care of all her needs. Could she really

go back to playing with herself?

Rolling onto her back, Mindy slid a hand down her sleek

sn.a.k.e.d a finger between her t.h.i.g.hs and touched the

fiery-hot slit of her p.u.s.s.y. The flesh was swollen,

throbbing and wet. She was achingly horny, and even her

lightest touch felt fantastic down there. Suddenly,

there was a sharp rap at her bedroom door.

"Mindy, are you all right? I heard you m.o.a.ning," called

her mother's voice.

"I'm fine, Mom," Mindy called impatiently. "I'm just

trying to take a nap. Maybe I had a dream."

"Oh, okay, dear," her mother replied, "try to go back

to sleep."

Mindy m.o.a.n.e.d with frustration. She was just getting

into the swing of things, and mom had to interrupt.

That was another thing about being home for the

summer... no damn privacy. It seemed like mom and dad

checked up on everything she did. And then of course

there were her two mischievous teenage brothers, always

hanging around.

She was lucky to get five minutes to herself to beat

eyes and stroked her hot, slippery little p.u.s.s.y slit.

It felt so nice, and she began to cream steadily,

soaking her fingers with the sizzling f.u.c.k-juice. It

felt good, real good, but there was one important

ingredient lacking... a man's c.o.c.k. She missed Vince's

big, stiff prick so badly.

Mindy smiled as she thought about how she and Vince had

met and how quickly he'd seduced her. She'd been an

innocent v.i.r.g.i.n in her first year of University, and

she'd been uptight and inhibited about s.e.x, just like

the rest of her family. But Vince had changed things

very quickly. She rubbed her creaming slit faster as

she recalled that first time.

She'd been crossing the campus, going from one class to

another, when she almost bumped into this absolute

hunk. He was tall, muscular, with black hair and

fantastically deep brown eyes. Just gorgeous, Mindy

thought, as she stood there staring at him like a fool.

He'd looked her over, and obviously he liked what he

saw, because he gave her a s.e.xy smile.

"Those look heavy," he asked, indicating her textbooks.

"Can I help you with them?"

Mindy had laughed. "I thought that went out with horses

and buggies," she said.

"Okay," he replied, "how about going out with me

instead? My name's Vince, and I'll pick you up at

five."

***

Looking back on it, Mindy realized she'd never once

said no to Vince the whole time she'd known him. She

had agreed, on the spot, to a date with this perfect

stranger. They got some take-away food and parked by a

lake and chatted, and she found herself getting more

turned on to the guy by the second. She was actually

creaming her p.a.n.t.i.e.s just being close to him, something

she'd never done before. She was suddenly so incredibly

aroused.

Mindy had never been horny for a guy before. Sometimes

when she was still in high school she'd get an itchy,

restless feeling, and she'd masturbate to ease the

sensation. But she'd been very strictly raised, warned

against boys and s.e.x, and Vince was the first guy who'd

broken through her reserve.

So when he started kissing her, Mindy didn't resist.

She was curious about s.e.x, wondering what f.u.c.k.i.n.g was

like, and she was so aroused by Vince that she just

couldn't bear to make him stop. He used his tongue when

he kissed, darting it teasingly in and out of her

mouth, and that just drove her wild. When they finally

came up for air, she was flushed and panting.

"Mindy," he laughed, "I get the impression you've never

kissed a guy before."

"That's right," she admitted. "In fact this is my first

real date."

"You're shitting me," Vince said.

"No, honest," Mindy said, "I was always chaperoned

before. My folks wouldn't let me be alone with guys."

"Jesus!" Vince exclaimed. "that's incredible! Well,

baby, you got a lot of wasted time to make up for, and

I'm just the guy to help you out."

He spent the rest of the evening proving it.

Mindy shivered l.u.s.tily as she thought back on that

evening. Her p.u.s.s.y-cream came in hot helpless spurts,

drenching her fingers as she stroked her seething

p.u.s.s.y. She whimpered with excitement when she

remembered Vince's next move on that first date. He'd

moved fast and taken her by surprise, fondling her t.i.t.s

through her thin silk blouse as he kept right on

kissing her, sliding that incredibly talented tongue

deep into her mouth.

She'd gasped and blushed when he suddenly pulled her

blouse up out of her jeans, revealing the firmly packed

cups of her little lacy bra. His hands closed over the

cups, hot and confident, and he began to squeeze her

firm, young t.i.t.s. To Mindy's astonishment, her n.i.p.p.l.es

instantly went rigid, poking into his palms.

"Vince! Wait!" she gasped, "I never even held hands

with a guy before."

"Don't you like what we're doing?" he grinned.

"I... I don't know," she stammered.

"Well, take a second and think about it," he advised.

"Don't knock it till you know what it's like."

Mindy took his advice. She'd protested automatically,

because that was how she'd been trained. Her mother had

warned her again and again not to let boys touch her,

yet she'd never explained what was wrong with it. Now

Mindy shut her mother's lecturing voice out of her head

and concentrated on the sensations she was getting as

Vince stroked and squeezed her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e young t.i.t.s.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured, "that feels nice."

"It sure does, baby," he smiled, "and it'll feel even

nicer if I take your bra off."

Mindy gawked at him. Vince just gave her another of

those devastating s.e.xy grins as he reached around her,

unhooked her bra, and pushed the tiny garment up,

uncovering her gorgeous t.i.t.s. Vince stared hungrily at

the flawless creamy globes and at her stiff little pink

n.i.p.p.l.es. Mindy could tell he was very aroused at the

sight of her n.a.k.e.d b.r.e.a.s.ts.

He grabbed for them, his hands hot and eager. Mindy

gasped and slumped back against the seat of the car,

shivering with sensations she'd never experienced

before. While Vince played with her t.i.t.s, she creamed

right through her p.a.n.t.i.e.s, and her belly did l.u.s.ty

flip-flops. He worked his thumbs expertly over her

n.i.p.p.l.es, making them even more rigid and engorged, and

she m.o.a.n.e.d with delight.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," she said weakly.

"How come?" he grinned. "Don't you like it?"

That was the same question he'd asked before. It had

never occurred to her. All she knew was that her folks

would be very angry if they caught her doing these

things with a boy. But did she like it? Now that she

thought about it, yes, she liked it very much. She

didn't want Vince to stop fondling her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e t.i.t.s.

So why were her parents against something that felt so

good?

"Mmmmmm, yes I do! It feels great," she murmured,

looking dreamily up into his handsome face.

"It's going to feel a lot better, baby. We're just

getting started." he told her. "Why don't we get more

comfortable? I know a real private spot."

He tugged her shirt down over her t.i.t.s but didn't

fasten her bra. Mindy followed him in a daze as he

grabbed a blanket, left the car, and followed a path

through the woods. They came to a very secluded

clearing, and Vince spread out the blanket, pulled her

down on it, and started kissing her hotly.

Mindy just melted when he darted his tongue into her

mouth and cupped and squeezed her b.a.r.e t.i.t.s. Her p.u.s.s.y

was on fire, even though she didn't understand why. She

just knew she couldn't stop creaming, couldn't stop her

m.o.a.ning and wriggling. Finally Vince broke off the

steamy kisses and came up for air. There was a hot

glazed look in his eyes as he reached for the zipper of

her jeans and started tugging it open.

"No, Vince. wait," Mindy squeaked, "what are you

doing?"

"I wanta see your p.u.s.s.y," he said, as if it was the

most natural and reasonable request in the world.

She didn't know what to say to that. Her parents would

have an answer, for sure, but was it her answer? She

knew she wanted him to go on touching her and arousing

her, but how far was "too far"? While she puzzled over

these questions, Vince deftly removed her jeans and

p.a.n.t.i.e.s in one smooth tug, leaving her n.a.k.e.d from the

waist down. Her blouse was pushed up over her t.i.t.s,

exposing her completely to his l.u.s.tful gaze.

His eyes glowed with hunger as he studied her slender,

n.a.k.e.d young body. He stroked the soft little triangle

of sparse fur covering her v.i.r.g.i.n c.u.n.t, and she blushed

hotly. Still, she didn't want him to stop. She blushed

even deeper when he gently but firmly spread her legs

and studied the cream-soaked pink flesh of her tight-

lipped little slit. That was where she played with

herself when she got those funny restless feelings.

Her mother had warned her not to do that, either. She'd

been told never to touch herself "down there" except to

bathe. But she'd done it anyway. It just seemed the

natural thing to do when she felt hot between her

t.h.i.g.hs. Now Vince was touching her there, and it felt

even more exciting than when she played with herself.

He trailed a stiff finger from the top of her cunt-slit

all the way back to the tiny puckered mouth of her

asshole. Back and forth went that finger, teasing and

arousing her, making her cream in helpless spurts.

He grinned and rubbed the pearly juice all over her

swollen slit, as Mindy writhed and whimpered with

excitement.

"Ooooo, Vince, that feels so gooooood!" she cried.

"It's gonna get even better," he promised.

He folded back the soft-furred lips of her p.u.s.s.y and

exposed the tiny hooded lump of flesh that always gave

her so much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. That was the secret button she

rubbed when she needed to get off. He went right for

it, grasping it between his thumb and forefinger,

kneading it. Mindy sobbed with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and soaked his

fingers with uncontrollable discharges of hot p.u.s.s.y-

cream.

"Unnnhhhhh, yesssss," she gurgled, "please keep doing

that, Vince, it feels so good."

"Sure, baby," he crooned, "I'll get you off."

Mindy didn't know what that expression meant.

Eventually Vince would teach her a whole new

vocabulary, but that night she knew hardly any words at

all. She just let him do what he wanted, knowing it

would feel great.

He kneaded her c.l.i.t steadily and quickly between his

fingers, giving her a continuous buzz of sweet hot

sensation. Mindy closed her eyes in ecstasy and clawed

the blanket.

"Ohhhhh, yes, yessss," she m.o.a.n.e.d. "Rub me there,

Vince, don't stop."

Mindy felt the hot p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e building steadily in her

p.u.s.s.y, and it made her sob and writhe and m.o.a.n. Her

cream was flowing out non-stop now, soaking her p.u.s.s.y

and Vince's fingers. She screwed her eyes tightly

closed, shutting out every other sensation, as she

sailed to the very brink of o.r.g.a.s.m. A minute or so

later she felt a violent explosion of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e

radiating out from her c.l.i.t and shaking her whole body.

She bucked uncontrollably.

It was much more powerful than the feelings she'd been

giving herself, so powerful that she wrenched away from

Vince and rolled around on the blanket, convulsing

helplessly. It was quite some time before she went

still. Then she opened her eyes and looked wonderingly

at Vince, who was grinning down at her.

"What was that?" she panted. "What happened to me?"

"You came, baby," he chuckled. "You know, a climax...

an o.r.g.a.s.m... and a big one by the look of it. Did you

enjoy it?

"Are you kidding?" she exclaimed. "I loved it!"

"Want me to give you another one?" he leered.

"Oh, wow, yes!" Mindy cried. "I'd love that, Vince."

"Okay, but I'm gonna do it kinda differently this

time," he said.

Mindy nodded impatiently. She didn't care how he did

it, as long as it happened again. That first o.r.g.a.s.m had

been terrific, but it had also made her greedy for

more. This time she wasn't bashful or hesitant about

opening her legs for him. He made his thick middle

finger stiff and started inserting it right into her

v.i.r.g.i.n c.u.n.t.

"OHMYGOD!" she gasped.

"Ever had anything in there before?" he asked, his

voice husky with hotness.

"N-no," Mindy said.

He nodded, and she could tell it really turned him on

to know he was the first guy to feel inside her untried

cunt. His finger felt big and stiff to her, but she

liked the sensation of having her p.u.s.s.y filled and

crammed. Vince eased his finger up her cream-slick

little tunnel as far as it would go, and Mindy soaked

the probing digit finger with another hot flood of

juice.

Then he started finger-f.u.c.k.i.n.g her, and she was in

ecstasy. This was something she'd never tried on

herself. She always fooled around with her c.l.i.t,

rubbing it or kneading it till the itchy, horny

feelings wet away, but she'd never tried putting

anything into her c.u.n.t, not even her own fingers.

Instinctively she began to hunch her h.i.p.s up at his

swiftly pumping finger, seeking deeper penetration and

more of that delicious friction on her c.l.i.t.

"Ohhhhhh, wow, yeah," she m.o.a.n.e.d. "I love that, Vince.

I love your finger in me!"

"I can think of something you're gonna love even more

up that hot little hole baby," he said hoarsely.

Mindy didn't know exactly what he meant, and besides,

she hardly heard him, she was so caught up in the

intense p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e she was getting from his thick,

pistoning finger. She closed her eyes and ignored

everything else. The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e grew and grew in her

p.u.s.s.y, till she was sobbing with it and clawing the

blanket and soaking Vince's finger with huge sizzling

spurts of cream.

"Oh god, I can't take much more," she whimpered. "I

just have to c.u.m."

"This oughta do it for you," Vince said, finger-f.u.c.k.i.n.g

her even faster.

He was right. His swiftly jerking finger took her right

over the edge into another body-rocking o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Oh YEAH!! I'm c.u.m.m.i.n.g, I'm c.u.m.m.i.n.g!" she screamed.

Again she rolled around in total bliss and lost track

of time. She knew perfectly well that her parents

wouldn't approve of what this boy was doing to her, but

by now she didn't care. No way could she turn down

p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e like this. She was already hooked on it. She

loved everything Vince had done so far... and she

wanted more!

She opened her eyes and gasped. Vince was kneeling

between her legs, as before, but this time he didn't

have any pants on. Mindy had never seen a c.o.c.k before,

at least not a grownup one, and she just couldn't help

staring. She'd helped bathe her kid brothers when they

were tiny, but their little c.o.c.ks were dwarfed by

Vince's thick eight-inch column of rock-hard meat.

"Get acquainted with it, honey," he chuckled, taking

her hand and placing it on his c.o.c.k.

Dazedly she began playing with his prick, squeezing it

and fondling it. It was so soft, yet at the same time

so incredibly hard! The hole at the tip leaked hot

sticky cream onto her fingers. Vince's nostrils flared

as he watched her, and his c.o.c.k made l.u.s.ty lurches and

twitches. Then he gently moved her hand away and lay

down on top of her, sinking between her t.h.i.g.hs.

"I'm gonna get you off again," he told her, "but this

time I'm gonna use my c.o.c.k, baby. You're gonna love

this!"

Mindy felt his huge, hard erection pushing its way up

her v.i.r.g.i.n c.u.n.t. She wasn't scared. Everything Vince

had done to her so far had felt marvelous, and she knew

this would be great, too. His c.o.c.k was much thicker

than his finger and the fit was extremely tight. It was

so exciting to have his big hard c.o.c.k throbbing inside

her c.u.n.t. Mindy's p.u.s.s.y creamed all over the huge

shaft, making his way slicker and easier. Vince g.r.o.a.n.e.d

in delight as he stuffed her full of his stiff prick,

butting up against her h.y.m.e.n after getting his c.o.c.k

into her tight little p.u.s.s.y only halfway.

"This might hurt a bit, baby," warned Vince as he