Sweet Cindy - Sex Stories

Sweet Cindy

... ran his two fingers up and down her outer labia, and very lightly. Frank saw that it didn't take long to entice the girl and she was pushing her hips up slightly becoming him inside. With the thumb and forefinger of his other hand he parted her lips and used is moistened finger to run up and down the ridges of her canyon. With the sudden inhalation by Cindy it was clear she got a different sensation from the one she had through her leggings. He continued to touch, rub and tickle different areas of her inner and outer labia, following her guidance by watching the movement of her hips. She unconsciously showed him where it felt normal, where it felt good and where it felt too good. He kept working her like a maestro occasionally re-wetting his fingers. My God the taste of her nectar! This honey pot needed a honey bee. Frank could not stop from the thought, I wish I were that honey bee!!! Cindy began breathing heavy, audible through the wash cloth, and Frank moved to add her clitoris to the places his fingers were visiting. Cindy continued to get more and more aroused, but unlike with the vibrator, Frank could scale back the intensity to keep her from going over the edge. He wanted to get every ounce of orgasm out of the pussy that it had in it. Cindy was in a near constant breath pattern of hyperventilation, but Frank wanted to please her even more. He stroked a bit more and plunged his finger over her hymen and into her. Cindy's stomach shot up towards the sky and she moaned , ...

... "OOOOO. . .MNMNMNMNMN-HUU! and settled back down onto the sofa. His little sweetie had had an orgasm already, but she wasn't done yet Frank thought, she needs to feel an orgasm like the last one to satisfy her for another 5 weeks. He continued to slide his fined in and out and then he added a second and he stomach rose from her hips just a smidgen before going back down, a good jolt but Frank had not brought her to a larger orgasm. Frank looked up from his work where he had added his thumb on her clit, and say Cindy looking down at him with those teal eyes. She was quite a sight. Cute pony tailed head staring down her mouth now open making short quiet grunting or moaning sounds, amazing the girl was focused enough not to be loud without the wash cloth. Just then Frank heard a door close and footsteps pass his door. Soon he heard the outer door open and shut. Thank the Lord, the nursery ladies were done and had left, though he didn't tell Cindy she had to be quiet, no reason to alert a random passer by. Frank looked back at Cindy, those big eyes were locked on him and her arm was now stroking up and down on his outside arm. Frank wasn't sure why but for Cindy it was simply a means of connection. He was touching her, she wanted to be touching him too. Were she more experienced she would have probably grabbed for his erection but being so naive, she was acting on instinct. Speaking of erections, Frank had the hardest one of his life and he literally felt like he would break his ...