Sweet Cindy - Sex Stories

Sweet Cindy

... pussy, but she wanted his face to also dig into her. To feel his weight, to be totally in the moment. On her birthday, she met Frank an hour before lunch, giving her two hours. Cindy loved that, she could have her tingle from below and sleep for a bit, that was always nice. She wasted no time getting onto her spot on the couch. Frank had warmed her up with some light lower body massage and was just starting in with the vibrator. Cindy wanted something, anything to be different this time, something to make it stand out. Cindy had noticed anytime Frank wasn't on the ground but on the chair that he would have a point sticking out of his pants, pressing out the fabric. Cindy knew men had a penis but didn't know much at all about them. She had never asked much and without a brother, she never saw one. But she was a smart girl and could deduce there was something about this. Of course the school didn't have sex education and her parents hadn't broached the subject and Cindy wasn't allowed on the internet for anything but school and it was always in plain view. Cindy was very naive and didn't get the jokes some the the "bad" girl jokes she overheard. But she knew his pants didn't start out that way so something was happening to his lower area and she knew it was connected. "what is that Pastor Frank?" she said between heavy breaths from the teasing of the vibrator. "What?" asked Frank "That!" she said firmly and reached out and pressed her cupped hand over he erection pushing out ...

... of his pants. Frank made a jerky movement and yanked his crotch back. Unbeknownst to Cindy, Frank had almost come from the surprise of that touch. She didn't know how much she had him. "Careful Cindy don't do that. That isn't proper." sweated Frank. "I want to see it." "No, no you don't." "Yes I do." "No" "Yes!" "No!" Cindy sat up and pulled her panties up, "Show me now! Or I won't ever come back." Cindy was prepared to say she would tell, even if that crossed the line. She was very thankful for Frank's tuteledge but she wasn't that naive. She knew she could get Frank is all kinds of trouble with the cops. She didn't know any of the terms but she knew what was not accepted. But Frank was a weakened man at this point. He had dropped any illusions that what he was doing was normal. He now masturbated every evening thinking about Cindy. It was his whole night after one of their sessions. Cindy was the only thing that even aroused him anymore. "Oh--ohkay." said Frank sheepishly as he stood up and took a couple of steps back. Frank was in decent shape from running and biking. Nothing to turn heads but Cindy didn't know, she only saw the man that pleasured her. Frank took of his shirt and tossed it aside. Then he undid his pants and let them fall. Finally he pulled the sides of his boxer briefs, a small pre-cum wet spot on the front and pulled them all the way down. His erection was a bit above average, a full six and a half, straight out pointing at her. Cindy stood up and turned ...