Chula Vista Dreaming (part eight) - Sex Stories

Chula Vista Dreaming (part eight)

... would be coming home Sunday afternoon. "I was going back to the rooming house, but I guess I'll stay here and keep you company, Cindy." "Are you sure? You don't need to do anything? Homework?" "It can wait. I think it'll be great to spend the night with you. If that's okay." She smiled, and her eyes were wet and sparkling in the overhead light. She reached out, pushed her fingers into my curly blond hair, and then touched my cheek. "You're such a sweet child. My big boy. Peter. Please, stay with me tonight." We spent the afternoon talking, and listening to some LPs. Cindy had some favorites she liked to play when she was alone, usually. I didn't mind listening to them. She enjoyed Dinah Washington and Nat King Cole. And some big band music. They were good to dance to. We used to play them at sock hops in school. I decided to dance with Cindy. I stood up as Benny Goodman was playing his clarinet. I took her little hand. She smiled as she rose. There was room there in the living room, on the hard wood floor. We started doing a jitterbug. She was good, of course. I was okay. We both danced for a few tunes and then stopped when the album ended. We were laughing together. Later that evening, after we had a dinner that I helped prepare, we listened to some radio shows. We went to bed around ten, but this time I didn't go to my room. I went to Cindy's room. We took our time undressing. I couldn't get enough of her pretty body, and I think she liked to look at me, too. She said so, ...

... anyway. I was in good shape, still. I was gaining a little weight from Mrs. Longtree's meals, but I wasn't getting a gut yet. Cindy came over and put her arms around me, with her hands hugging me close and her head on my chest. I held her, with my chin on top of her head. She was tiny. I could feel her nipples, hard against my body. I lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Her tongue touched my lips, and the kissing became more forceful. I was holding her butt cheeks now, kissing her and pulling her tighter to me. It was too much. I wanted her. I lifted her up, holding her ass, and my hard cock slipped into her pussy. She bit my shoulder as I thrust deeper, holding her up against the wall. I began fucking her there, right there, not even caring if there was a bed. I needed that pussy. I was taking it as if it belonged to me. And her knees and thighs were gripping my waist tightly. And her wet slit was taking my long cock. We were grunting now, like animals in heat. Jeez, such good pussy. Good fucking. Oh fuck, it was good. "Holy fuck, baby. Ahh, fuck. Fuck me. Unnh! Unnh! Oh fuck. Baby, baby." "Yeah, yeah, Cindy, Cindy, oh fuck. God I need you so much. Fuck me, fuck me." "I'm cumming already, baby. Cumming for you. Oh, fuck, Peter. Cum with me." But no. I made her cum. I did that. I wanted to make her cum and cum over and over. I moved her body away from the wall and leaned down, placing her on the bed. Her legs were wrapping around me, pulling me closer, her tiny feet beating ...