Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
GOOD KARMA 2: CYNDI
By Wojo Martin
Catching up: When high school junior Zeb helped out clever little freshman Mindi Marseilles, one of the rich and reputedly wild Heights Girls, she decided to repay him by telling the other young Heights Girls that he was a sexual marvel. In short order, he found himself having a wonderful experience with freshman basketball player, Brandi Mallone. Brandi was a virgin, but turned out to be an incredible lover and a very good friend. Brandi soon convinced her friend, Cyndi Marcetti, to approach Zeb and ask him to help her through her first sexual experience as well. Our little teenage fantasy series continues from that point.
Teen male/teen female, oral, male dominance.
Mindi Marseilles had promised Zeb she would repay him for stopping a senior boy from raping her outside Matt’s beer bash, and she certainly had. In her sweet but twisted little freshman mind she was simply giving karma a helping hand. Her tales of his amazing bedroom skills had led to his incredible sexual encounter with tall and fun-loving Brandi, and now it had led him to Cyndi’s door.
He rang the doorbell, and was a little surprised to see that Cyndi wasn’t the one who answered. A very sexy little dark-haired mom opened the door and smiled warmly as she saw him. “You must be Zeb,” she said. He liked her smile and brown eyes right away, but couldn’t help letting his gaze slip to the deep cleavage beneath her black blouse.
“Yes, ma’am. Cyndi told you I was coming over?”
“Oh yes, sweetie. Cyndi tells me everything. Come on in.” She offered her hand and led him into the living room of the big house. “I’m Carla, by the way. Welcome to our house. Have a seat. Cyndi is upstairs getting her room ready. Poor little thing wants everything to be perfect; probably my fault. I’m a bit that way myself. Good trait in a surgeon, I guess.” Zeb was a little gobsmacked. By the sounds of things, Cyndi’s mom knew exactly why he was there. She looked at him and read his expression. “I told you she tells me everything. I’m glad that she’s going to be with you tonight. I kind of grilled Brandi about you, and you sound perfect.”
Zeb was still completely blown away by this woman’s attitude. “Thanks, Doctor Marcetti. That’s—a nice thing to say.”
“Carla, please. Or I’ll have to call you Mr. O’Down. So, how’s the adjustment to Saint Rita’s been? This is what, the second year since they closed Saint Joe’s?”
“Yes, ma’am, um, Carla.”
“Like it better at a school with girls?”
“Much, much better. And with a lot of the guys’ families sending them over to Saint Mike’s so they could stay at an all-boys’ school, the girls still outnumber us almost two-to-one.”
“Well, when I went to Saint Rita’s, it was all-girls school. I certainly wished there’d been boys around back in my day, but then I probably wouldn’t have gotten such good grades. I can tell you that when she was in seventh grade and found out that the high school she would attend had just gone co-ed, Cyndi was so happy we could barely keep her feet on the ground. She’s as boy-crazy as they come.” Zeb was a little distracted by how attractive he was finding his date’s mom, and he was completely thrown by the fact that Carla seemed to know exactly what Zeb and Cyndi were planning to do tonight. “You seem nervous, sweetie. You sure you want to do this? Kids shouldn’t feel pressured into things.”
“What? Oh, I—just wasn’t expecting the girls to tell you. And I’m surprised you’re so cool about it.”
“Oh, well, Cyndi’s her mother’s daughter. I know how she thinks and what she’s likely to do. This sort of thing was happening pretty soon whether I approved or not. That’s why I put her on the pill last year. Her finding a nice boy that I approve of just makes it all easier for me. Besides, it gives me a little illusion of control, and that’s a comfort, too.”
“Mom? Was that Zeb?” a nervous voice called from the top of the steps.
“He can come up.”
“Go ahead, sweetie,” Dr. Marcetti said with a smile. “Oh, Zeb…” He turned to see her pretty face darken a little. “… I’m a surgeon. You hurt my baby, and I WILL perform an emergency penisectomy on you.” Zeb smiled. Somehow a loving mother’s threat made him feel a little more comfortable.
When he reached the top of the steps, the hallway was dark. One of the doors was open, and a warm soft glow came from inside the room. Zeb decided his destiny must lie in that direction. He entered the room to find it lit by dozens of candles. The gentle sounds of an Emma Burgess track soothed his ear. Cyndi Marcetti, all five-foot-one of her, was stretched out on her side across the bed, resting her head on one hand. She wore a black teddy. “Close the door, Zeb,” she said softly.
Zeb closed the door and looked at the cute little freshman girl. She had thick black hair and a very generous bust. He knew from meeting her at school that she had a round little bottom as well. In the dim light, and across the room, it was hard to see her adorable lightly freckled face and big brown eyes. Zeb remembered them, though. They were gentle eyes, but a little fearful. Cyndi didn’t have the confidence of her friend Brandi, or the brave and brazen nature of her friend Mindi.
Zeb had prepared himself to be as gentle and patient as he could be; he was a very gentle and patient guy by nature, so he hoped that would help his efforts. He had even been prepared to talk and maybe kiss for a little while and then have Cyndi decide to back out. Now, he saw her seemingly eager to skip any part of familiarizing herself with him and simply get down to business. He stripped down to his shorts and a t-shirt and climbed onto the bed. He could see her face now, and began to realize that he might have been right in the first place. She was putting on a bold act, but she was extremely nervous. “Wow, Cyndi, you have the sweetest eyes,” he said, hoping to put her at ease.
“Thanks, Zeb. You’re a very handsome boy. I’m glad it will be you.” She was trying to sound confident, but he could hear the catch in her voice.
He wished everything was different. Well, everything but the girl. He was pretty sure that he would really like Cyndi if he got to know her. He was certainly attracted to her sexually. He felt the desire he felt with all busty girls. He wanted to put his cock between her big breasts and feel her squeeze them around it, and he would love to give her round bottom a playful little slap. This wasn’t the setting for that, though. This was the setting for two people who loved each other to share an intimate evening of romance. He just didn’t know her well enough to feel that way. “I-I wanted to have some wine for us, but Mom said it would be dumb for me to drink before my first time. I have to admit that I would probably get drunk off one glass of wine, I’m a total lightweight.”
Zeb saw the real her then. That little self-deprecating remark was Cyndi. Zeb liked that. It let him lean in and kiss her. If he could just find little moments like that, he would be able to find the right big moment to take things further. But the little moment turned out to be gone as quickly as it had arrived. When he kissed her, she threw her arms around his neck and against him, rolling him on top of her. She placed a series of rapid kisses along his neck, and then plunged her tongue into his mouth in a desperate kiss. It was clumsy, but she was female and very cute, so he almost instantly felt a physical response.
Cyndi froze for a moment as she felt his erection pressing against the side of her leg. Then, she reached between them and began to stroke it through the waistband of his briefs. He reached for her breasts and began to massage them. “Yes, yes!” she cried in a voice that almost sounded like she was lost in ecstasy. She released his cock and slid her hands down to her panties and removed them. She had no hair on her pussy. “I heard boys like that,” she said when he noticed he was looking down at her.
“Damn, it’s beautiful, Cyndi.” If he could slow things down, he could probably make her feel pretty good with some kisses down there. He had never seen a hairless pussy before. Having seen one, he’d sure like to taste it.
“Take me, Zeb, before I lose my nerve!” She cried, finding his waistband and pulling his briefs down. She took his cock again and began pulling it toward her pussy. Zeb had done this once before. He had met a girl at a party, talked to her for two minutes and been fucking her in the coatroom two minutes after that. But that girl had been a college student on break. She was a couple years older than him, and she was obviously experienced.
Cyndi had all the charms of a sweet young virgin, but she was behaving like she was someone else. Still, when she grabbed his erection and steered it toward her, Zeb’s physical desires for her form were powerful enough to propel him forward. He kicked his way out of his briefs as she jacked his cock a few times and then pushed it to her opening once his legs were free.
He took Cyndi’s virginity with one long stroke. She cried out softly and squeezed her eyes shut. She held onto him desperately, pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt. She needed something from him; he could sense that. “You are so beautiful, Cyndi. I’m a very lucky guy.”
It seemed to reassure her. “You can move now,” she said. “I’m okay.” She sounded almost a little sad. Zeb began to take her then, gently and with a desire to please her. He had never done this without a condom before, and it felt a little strange. Then, he realized that she wasn’t nearly as wet as the other girls Zeb had made love to. Cyndi had moved so quickly that she hadn’t really had time to warm up physically. Zeb was cautious as he set out, and the physical stimulation gradually began to have an effect on her. Her legs came up off of the bed and wrapped around him, and she was definitely getting slicker inside. “Oh, yes,” she said. This “oh yes” was less ecstatic, but more genuine. He knew the sex was becoming pleasing to her at last. “Do you like it, Zeb? Am I any good?”
“Your body is amazing,” he said. He was really talking about her appearance more than her sexual skills, but he needed to let her know he was genuinely attracted to her. He was finding pleasure in making love to her, but he knew neither was getting the absolute best of it. Still, this was her virgin time, and he worked as hard as he could to please her. He focused on what he was enjoying instead of what they could have had if they’d been more patient. “Your legs against mine feel incredible,” he said.
“I knew boys were strong,” she whispered, “but you’re arms feel like iron. I like that.”
He kept fucking her slowly and decided to continue telling her things he found pleasing about her. “Your hair smells incredible, and I love the taste of your lip gloss.”
“Your cologne is really nice. Everything about you is nice, Zeb.”
“Cyndi, I’m going to lean up; can you open up your teddy so I can see your breasts? They look so good under your school blouse. I’ve always wanted to see them.” She nodded, and did as he asked. He rose up on his arms, staying inside of her. Her breasts turned out to be more than just big, they were beautiful. They had a wonderful roundness to them, soft and full without being floppy. “Wow! Just fucking wow!” he said. It was hard to see colors in the candlelight, but he was pretty sure she blushed at his reaction. He didn’t lower himself back onto her. He knelt straight up and removed his t-shirt. Then he took both her legs in his hands. If he had seen her gorgeous breasts before, and fondled and kissed them, it all would have started better. But now he did see them, and that helped to inspire his passion.
Zeb began to take her with more force then. He watched in rapt fascination as her breasts rolled and rocked with his thrusts, and to his delight, he could see that she was really enjoying the new position and his increased desire. She began to find a rhythm that met his thrusts, and she reached her hands toward him. He laced his fingers through hers and held her in place that way. She began to slide away as he increased the pace even further; she grabbed his wrists firmly, and he could feel genuine passion in her. Had everything been right from the start, she could have been very good at this.
“This is really good,” he said, knowing she doubted her abilities. “You make me feel so good, Cyndi.” He continued this way until he got very near the end, and then he lowered himself into her arms and grabbed her round little bottom. He was really excited by her now, but he was nearly finished. He strove to make the last few seconds powerful, wanting desperately to give her all he could manage. He unleashed with a deep groan, and she gasped aloud as she felt his hot fluids pour into her. It was the first time Zeb had ever actually let his cum loose inside of a girl. He liked feeling of his warm liquid lubricating her as he finished with a few light strokes.
It had, in the end, been a good fuck, but he knew it wasn’t what either of them had hoped for. Still, he could probably at least salvage some of the situation. Zeb scooted her in front of him and sat with his legs spread around her. He reached around under her arm and began to massage her clit. Cyndi had not expected that he was going to do anything more after he came, but she was thrilled to feel his hand there, tending to her. She melted back into him and turned to kiss his cheek when he leaned over her shoulder. She began to moan softly and turned back to watch what he was doing. He reached his other hand around her and found her breast. He massaged it as he worked on helping her find her climax.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered. “That feels so good.” Her breaths quickened to short little pants. She was close. Her arm shot up around the outside of his neck, and she pulled him tightly to her shoulder. She began to inhale with little yelping sounds as she made her final approach. “No fair! No fair!” she squealed at the end and then trembled silently as the climax took her body. He found her cries of “no fair” to be very intriguing.
“You’re a very sexy girl, Cyndi,” he said tenderly.
“Thanks, Zeb. It was really good, especially at the end.” He held her in this position for a while, wrapping his arms around her little body and letting her know he liked her. He told her she was beautiful and he felt very lucky to be with her. But small talk couldn’t come to them after what they had just done, and they didn’t know each other well enough to talk of bigger things. At last, he kissed her and got up to go. It had been a nice experience, and he was glad that he had done it. Still… he wanted to try this with her again. She deserved better than just a nice experience. She walked him to the bedroom door and kissed him goodbye, but did not dress to escort him out of the house.
As he descended the long steps toward the front door, Zeb felt like he needed a pause to assess things. He sat on the bottom step and gathered his thoughts. When he looked up, Cyndi’s mother was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a drink in her hand. She didn’t look quite as cool as before. This experience had been nerve-wracking for her, no matter what attitude she had displayed in the beginning. “My baby okay?” she said.
“Yes. We like each other.”
“But you look troubled.”
“She’s an incredible girl, and I wanted it to be incredible for her, and it was just good. We rushed right into it, and I didn’t know how to slow it down and make it into what she deserved.”
“Is this really how your mind works, Zeb? Or are you putting on a show for a concerned mother?”
“I’m not much of an actor. I really wanted to do better by her, but I didn’t know how.”
Carla sat down next to him on the step. She put a hand on his knee. It wasn’t a sexual gesture, just one of kindness. Still it did propel him into a few masturbatory fantasies in the coming weeks. He was human, and she was the sexiest grown-up he had ever known. “You’re a sixteen-year-old boy, Zeb. Those girls are making you out to be some kind of superman. And maybe I kind of did the same thing. That’s a lot of pressure. And Cyndi pushes things when she’s trying too hard to make them perfect. Look, if you two decide to see each other again, just be kids, okay?”
Zeb knew he should go, but he had a thought that was absolutely screaming in his mind and didn’t know what to do besides just let it out. “Carla, she looks just like you, and you’re incredibly hot at thirty-something. Whatever boy ends up marrying her is going to be one lucky son-of-a-bitch.”
Carla laughed and touched his cheek, then playfully pushed it away before she did something to mislead him. “Oh, little boy. First of all, I’m forty-three. Secondly, thank you, a hell of a lot. Good to know a teenage boy still finds me attractive. Cyndi’s dad still does, but he’s a perpetual horndog, so it’s nice to get a second opinion.” She took a drink and sighed. “Now you made me a little sad that he’s on a West Coast trip for two more weeks. He’s gonna get a hell of a homecoming thanks to you.” She laughed. Zeb had never shared a naughty laugh with a grown woman before. “And you are so right about Cyndi. Whatever boy she marries is going to be happy for the rest of his life. I’d tell her what you said, but since she’s been hiding at the top of the steps ever since she heard our voices, I’m pretty sure she already knows.”
“MOM! GEEZ!” Cyndi cried out from the corner at the top of the steps.
“I’m kissing your date on the cheek, honey!” Carla said and gave Zeb a very safe peck on the jaw.
“MOM! YUCK!” Zeb heard little footsteps retreat down the hallway.
“Zeb, like I said, just be a kid with her for a while.” Zeb liked the idea of just being a kid for a while. He also kind of liked the idea of being Mr. Marcetti on the night he came home to Carla, but that was one fantasy all the good karma in the world was never going to deliver.
Zeb entered the lunchroom the next day and smiled warmly to Mindi and Brandi; but he didn’t stop to talk with them. He wasn’t going to try to explain things to them just yet, and he didn’t want them to know anything Cyndi hadn’t told them. He walked to the table where Cyndi sat with a few other Heights Girls. She had her phone out and was texting someone. The other girls looked up and their eyes opened wide as he approached. Zeb was kind of getting used to that. “Cyndi, hi,” he said. “You girls mind if I sit here?” he pointed to the open seat right across from Cyndi. The girls indicated he should definitely join them. He waited for Cyndi. She sent her text, looked up, and smiled. She nodded and put away her phone.
“How you doing, Zeb?” she asked.
“Better now that I’m sitting here,” he said. A few of the girls tittered. “I have a very serious question to ask you.”
Cyndi looked a little nervous now. “Okay.”
“Do Heights Girls bowl?”
“Enthusiastically,” she said, “but not well.” The rest of the girls laughed and admitted the description fit Heights Girls to a tee.
Zeb faced the crowd of girls. “I have a problem that I’d like a little help with if anyone is willing,” he said. “See that tall and fairly muscular boy leaning on the far wall pretending he’s not watching my back every minute of the day. That’s my best friend, Matt. He’s still worried that Bobby Rectilo and his friends are going to start trouble for me. So, no matter what I do, he’s going to show up at the bowling alley tomorrow and keep an eye on me. If I were to invite him along would one of you be wil—“
“I’ll do it!” a tall blonde sophomore girl said before Zeb even finished his pitch. “I’ll take one for the team.”
“Way to fall on that grenade, Debi,” one of the girls said to her.
“Yeah,” another girl added. “Getting set up with the guy who throws the best parties in town is SUCH a noble sacrifice for a Heights Girl.”
Over the next week, Zeb and Cyndi did normal kid things together. They weren’t becoming a couple. They were just getting to know one another. The same couldn’t be said of Matt and Debi. They were not only becoming a couple, they were coupling pretty often from what Zeb could tell. Well, good for them. Zeb liked to see other people happy.
By the end of the week, Zeb and Cyndi had a rapport more like Zeb and Brandi’s. They had simply become very comfortable with one another. On the next Monday, he sent her a single red rose with a two-word message. “Tomorrow night.”
Zeb had begun talking to Mindi and Brandi again. Cyndi told him they knew everything, and she was fine with them talking about her. That Tuesday morning Cyndi’s two friends cornered him. “We have a plan,” Mindi said.
“Mindi Marseilles has a plan?” he teased. “Who would have thought?”
“You might think this one’s crazy,” Brandi said, biting her lower lip.
“You just have to trust us, because we know Cyndi,” Mindi said. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Not entirely,” Zeb confessed.
“Do you trust me?” Brandi asked.
“Good,” the tall redhead put her slender hand on his shoulder. “If Cyndi starts thinking too much, she will try too hard again. We can see her doing it already. She’s making plans and re-decorating her room already. You need to take complete control of her before she gets in her own way.”
Mindi took him by the hand on the other side. “Tell her what to do. Dominate her; take all the decisions away from her and just let her do as she’s told. She really wants to do it again, and if you just take charge she’s going to have a great night.”
“That’s not me,” Zeb protested.
“It’s what she needs and secretly wants,” Brandi countered.
“It will HELP her,” Mindi drove home what she knew would be the winning argument. Zeb always helped people. He couldn’t resist the urge.
A few minutes later, Zeb approached Cyndi in the hallway. He pulled her aside. “Seven o’clock, right?”
“Good. Don’t do anything special at all.”
“But I already—“
“Undo it. Oh, and Cyndi, when I get there I’d like you to be wearing a short pleated skirt.”
She looked up at him with a bit of surprise at the authority in his voice. “Okay…” she said cautiously.
“Also, high heels.”
“Um, okay.” She smiled a little now, intrigued.
“Yes, Zeb,” she said. This time her smile was bigger, and her beautiful brown eyes glowed with anticipation. Then she looked down as if she was ashamed of her eager desires.
Zeb wouldn’t have kept going if the other girls hadn’t told him she would love it. “Did I mention what type of bra and panties to wear?”
“No, Zeb.” She still didn’t look up.
“Good. Don’t wear any.”
She rose to meet his gaze. Her big brown eyes betrayed the excitement growing inside of her. “If that’s what you want, that’s what I’ll do,” she said and then dropped her eyes again.
“Oh, and a black button down blouse, open to here.” He pointed to a spot just beneath her breasts. “Cleavage is very hot.”
“Um, Zeb, I don’t own a black button-down.”
“You’re a Heights Girl. You know how to shop.”
“One more thing, little girl…”
“Yes, Zeb?” she looked up to him, trying not to look like she wanted him to just go ahead and take her right in the hallway.
“I adore you, and I only ever want to make you happy.” He kissed her tenderly and left her standing, eyes still closed and lips still slightly puckered.
The group of Heights Girls who had been staring at them looked on in amazement as their friend Cyndi sighed and then walked away as if she was in a dream. “That’s just no fair,” she whispered.
Carla answered the door again. She smiled and took his hand. “I don’t know what you did, Zeb, but that girl is on Cloud Nine right now. She said to send you right up, too. Come on in.”
Zeb took a deep breath and charged up the steps like a fifth grader. When he got to the top, he had to make himself slow down. He’d been hesitant to try this little game the girls had suggested, but Cyndi’s reaction this afternoon had left him incredibly turned on. He gathered himself and walked into Cyndi’s room, trying to display the confidence that she would need from him. Cyndi was sitting at her desk, doing her homework. She rose like she hadn’t been expecting him. “Oh, hello, Zeb.”
“Cyndi,” he said as she rose. “You have a gorgeous little body. I think I’d like to get to know it better.” He closed the door and crossed to her. “Just let me have a look at you.” He went around her and sat in the chair from which she had just risen. “Twirl slowly,” he said. She did. “Very nice.” He reached down and stroked her calves lingeringly, and she shuddered. “The heels show off your terrific little legs.”
“Thank you,” she said, catching her breath.
“Do you think you can twirl quickly in those shoes?”
“I can try, but I might fall over.”
“Then take them off, one at a time and slowly.” She placed a hand on his shoulder for balance and brought her toe up so that it was between his legs on the chair. He caressed her calves as she unfastened the straps on one black high heel and then switched feet to get the other. She stepped back and held both shoes in her hands and gazed at him. The look in his eyes was very hungry. She took a deep breath and almost seemed as if she was about to moan. She let one shoe drop, and then the other.
“That red pleated skirt looks nice with the black blouse. Why don’t you twirl faster now so I can see it catch the air?” She spun and he caught a flash of her round little bottom and her shaven pussy. “Again.”
She did it, and then looked into his eyes. “The way you look at me makes me feel dirty,” she said.
“I’ll bet you like that,” he said, hoping that was how she had meant it.
“Yes, Zeb. I like how you make me feel dirty.”
“If you like feeling dirty, then let me tell you what’s going to happen tonight. I’m going to have you undress us both; then I’m going to play with your tits and your pussy while you play with my cock. We are going to put our hands and our lips all over each other, and then, when I can’t stand it anymore I’m going to fuck you like a sailor comes home and fucks his wife after six months at sea. You want that, don’t you, Cyndi?”
Her big brown eyes were closed. She took a deep breath and her generous bosom rose. “Yes, Zeb.” He was glad her eyes were closed so that she didn’t see the look of wonder on his face when he realized he had actually proposed that aloud and she had accepted.
“Undress me,” he said, rising for her. With trembling hands, she began unbuttoning his shirt. She was going slowly as it was, but was delayed even further as he slid a hand between the folds of her shirt and casually caressed her bare breast as she did it. Cyndi was breathing heavily. “These are gorgeous tits,” he said. “Do you like my hands on your tits?”
“God, yes.” She opened his shirt and kissed his chest. He could feel her tongue against his t-shirt as she took a little lick. She pulled the shirt off his arms and then lifted his t-shirt over his head. Her hands weren’t trembling anymore as she opened his belt and pulled his jeans and briefs down to his ankles. She slid his shoes off without untying them, and then removed his socks. She finally pulled his jeans and briefs the rest of the way off. She was kneeling before him, looking up at his erection.
Zeb liked the fact that she didn’t grab for it this time. She was waiting for him to tell her. He reached his hands inside of her shirt and massaged her breasts again. She tilted her head back and moaned softly. She was incredibly turned on. “Stand up, baby girl.” She rose slowly, using his hip for balance but resisting the urge to touch his cock. He turned her so that she was facing away from him. She leaned her back against his chest. “Open your blouse,” he said. She did as she was told, letting her brand new black blouse fall open. He reached around her and grabbed both breasts from beneath. He was gentle but firm in the way he handled them. She began to sway slightly side-to-side, her bottom brushing against his thighs and the small of her back occasionally grazing his erection.
That was too both too much and too little stimulation for him. He pulled her blouse down halfway to pin her arms and kissed her shoulders for a bit, flipping her black hair to the opposite side so that he could nibble at her neck and her ears. Her breaths were deep, but not labored. She was being dominated and taken, but by a boy she had come to trust as much as she had come to desire him. Zeb slid her blouse the rest of the way off of her arms and sat back on the bed, turning her by the shoulders and gently guiding her downward. She opened her mouth, thinking she was being asked to give him oral pleasure. He gently hooked a finger under her chin and closed her mouth. He pulled her toward him. She kissed his belly when she was close enough. He found her hand and guided it to the side of her breast. He found her other hand, and she realized where he was going with it. She took her opposite breast in her hand. If Zeb was going to be in charge, he was going to get his principal fantasy involving her fulfilled. He slid his cock between her big tits and began to rise up and down. “Squeeze ‘em together.”
Cyndi looked up at him with those warm eyes of hers. She was amazed at the passion this act stirred in him. “I never knew you wanted to do that,” she whispered.
“Every boy in the world wants to fuck your tits, Cyndi.”
“Don’t care about them,” she said. “But I will do anything for you.”
“And like it?”
“I like it,” she said, and averted her gaze in shame.
“Move one up, and then the other. I’m going to lie back.” She did as he told her, stroking him with one breast and then the other. It was warm and wonderful. Zeb just lay back and let her go for a while. He pictured his beautiful friend’s big brown eyes and thought about how her little look of shame turned him on. He didn’t quite understand that, but he didn’t overanalyze it. He just appreciated the way it made him feel.
This was wonderful, but after a bit it reached the point where this stimulation also became both too much and too little. Zeb rose up, took her by the elbow and brought her to her feet. He leaned down and kissed her, tenderly at first, and then with a building passion. He began to grope her bottom, and came very close to lifting her up onto him and taking her. She was little, and he felt strong enough to take her to the wall like that. But he did not want that sort of thing to start too quickly. There were other pleasures they could discover first.
He pulled her past him and put her hands down on the bed. She looked surprised, but not frightened. He flipped her skirt up off her bottom. He had always wanted to smack her round little ass, but it wasn’t the right time. This was not playful sex; it was intense pleasure seeking, and he wasn’t sure she wanted that much dominance from him in this situation. He did run his hands over her beautiful globes for a long time, and slowly began to let his fingers reach under to touch her shaven pussy. Finally, he slid his thumb into her from behind. “Ohhhhh yesss,” she said, relieved to have something inside her hungry sex. He thumbed her from behind while he began to trail a finger up and down the crack of her gorgeous round ass. He looked in her eyes as she glanced back over her shoulder. He would stop at any sign of displeasure from her, but all he saw was wonder. She hadn’t known that she would like having him gently play there.
Zeb decided to push his luck. He knelt behind her and kissed her pussy. He tongued her briefly and then, began a long slow lick upwards. He slid his finger into her pussy to replace the tongue. Then he continued the long slow lick. He used the fingers of his other hand to separate her ass cheeks and slid his tongue to the bud of her ass. “That’s so fucking filthy,” she said in a strained whisper. “Oh, God, you make me feel dirty, Zeb.”
“Want me to stop?”
“FUCK NO!” she said urgently, fighting the urge to shout it. “Fuck no,” she said softly. Then, “Do it again, please.” He repeated it for a bit, and she began to squirm with pleasure as his fingers worked her clit at the same time. “No fair! No fair!” she cried. She suddenly stood and dropped her hips down onto his finger. He slid another one in with it, and she bounced up and down for a few more seconds until she shuddered in a silent climax. She bent to him and kissed him on the mouth, allaying his fear that she might not kiss him after what he had done with his tongue.
Cyndi pushed into him and they lowered themselves to the floor. She crawled down until her mouth hovered over his erection, but she waited for him to tell her. “Go ahead, pretty girl,” he said. Cyndi lowered her mouth and took him in. She just sucked at first, but her better instincts kicked in, and she was soon licking and kissing him as well. She backed off for a bit and began to give him a vigorous handjob. He was close already, and her little hand seemed to know just how to do this. “I’m getting close,” he said.
“In my mouth?” she asked.
“On your tits,” he groaned. She nodded and kept jacking him off as she kissed and licked the top of his cock. He felt his cum rolling and bouncing up his shaft and squeezed her arm in warning. She directed the jets at her tits and drew in a deep breath and then let it out slowly as his spasms began to slow. Cyndi licked him clean. He pushed her back up and watched the remainder of his load slowly slide down her chest. “So beautiful,” he whispered. He got to his feet and pulled her up to stand before him. They kissed for a while.
She reached back and touched her own ass crack for a second. She was still amazed that she had liked what he had done there. Then she touched the cum that had begun to dry on her skin. “I am just a filthy little girl for you,” she said. “I know you’re in charge, but can I ask you for something?”
“Go ahead, sweetheart.”
“When we fuck tonight… can we do it kind of… well with you… strong?” He knew what she meant. She liked him controlling her.
“Sure. How do you want me to do it?”
“You’re in charge,” she whispered and looked down as if her surrender shamed her. He now recognized this as a sort of playacting, but it was intoxicating. He knew how he would take her. He had almost done it that way earlier tonight.
“Can I ask for one more favor?”
“I suppose,” he said, sounding as if he was being indulgent. He knew he would do anything she asked.
“I loved it when you talked dirty before. The whole thing about tits and pussy and fucking me like a sailor. It was hot. Can you talk dirty to me again?”
“I’ll think about it,” he said. He knew he’d be thinking about her reaction to his dirty talk for years to come, possibly the rest of his life. Cyndi got off him and turned to go to the bed. She spun on her heel as she did it, and her skirt rose off of her bare pussy and ass. As she got near the bed, he suddenly grabbed her arms and forced her down on the bed. It took her completely off guard, but he was careful to control her fall. He kissed her mouth and breasts greedily. “Hungry,” he said in a gruff voice and pulled her back to the edge of her bed. He flipped her skirt back up and went down on her bare naked pussy with a flurry of licks and kisses. He worked her clit with an inverted thumb.
He had been thinking of this from the first moment he had seen her clean-shaven cunt. Now, she had twirled provocatively and flashed it again. He simply let the impulse guide him. Besides, he had come to realize that she liked being kept a little off-balance. They had nearly reached a point where she had known what to expect, and he wanted change it up and surprise her. The sudden aggression of being forced to the bed and the passion with which he went to work on her swept her away. She grabbed his hair and began to moan loudly from the first few seconds. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” she cried a moment later. “No fair… No fair!” She had a bucking and thrashing orgasm, far more powerful than her first. Her legs clamped down hard on his ears. “No fair…” she said again after she relaxed.
“Who said I was fair?” he asked her as he stood up. “Take that skirt off.” She readily complied. She was naked and slightly spread as she sat on the edge of the bed. He stood over her and trailed a finger up the length of her slit. “Now… tell me why you say ‘no fair’ when you cum.”
He stopped moving his finger. “I didn’t ask if you thought it was silly, baby girl.” He resumed his trail up and down her labia. “I asked why you say it.”
She shuddered at the light touch and took a deep breath. “When I was in fifth grade I started masturbating a lot. I thought it was dirty, but something about boys fascinated me… Oh, God, Zeb that makes me crazy when you touch me like that!” He shrugged and continued teasing her. “I… felt guilty about feeling that way and about… masturbating all the time. Oh, God, that’s so intense! Please just fuck me!”
He stopped his finger again. “When you’ve finished the story.”
He resumed, and she squirmed under the exquisite torture. “I—I made up this fantasy that I was a princess, and there was a boy wizard who had a magic wand and made me do bad things…Ooooh… because he could watch me in his crystal ball. Using boy magic on me… wasn’t fair, but the whole fantasy made me feel less guilty. I cry ‘no fair’ whenever… I finish—to make it feel like it wasn’t my fault.”
“All boys have wands, Cyndi,” he said, sounding a little distant.
“Not all of them are magic, though.” She looked at him with a plea in her eyes, a plea to be fucked right there, right then. Then she looked away in an imitation of the shame he was pretty sure she had outgrown.
“Cyndi?” His tone commanded that she look up to him. He stopped touching her. “You’ve been imagining I have you under a spell, haven’t you?” She dropped her eyes and nodded. “You’ve told Brandi about your wizard fantasy, haven’t you?” She nodded again. “So, when the girls told me to act like this, I walked right into your fantasy.”
“They told you to?” she asked, looking up at him in surprise. She gazed into his hungry eyes and then at his bare chest. “Zeb, you didn’t walk INTO my fantasy. You walked right OUT of my fantasy and into my bedroom.”
“That was the hottest thing anybody ever said to me!” he exclaimed and instinctively offered a hand for a high five. She gave him one, but then he kept the hand in a firm grip and closed in over her. “Good girl. Now, ask me nice to fuck you.”
“No,” she said, affecting an innocent princess voice. “It’s wrong to talk like that to a boy!”
“I compel you. Ask me nice to fuck you.”
“It’s not fair…” she began in her playacting voice, but sounded more sincere as she continued. She rose to him and threw herself meekly into his arms. “You have me under your spell… Please, please fuck me.”
“I’ll think about it.” He kissed her, and when their lips parted, she melted into him and put her head on his chest. He let her enjoy her feigned helplessness for a minute and then led her by the hand to her partially open bathroom door. “Close it tight.” She moved past him and slowly closed the door. When she turned back to him, he kissed her passionately and brought his hands to the backs of her legs and picked her up. Evil wizard Zeb pressed his helpless maiden to the door and entered her most intimate space. He hoped his wand could make this magic for her.
“Oh my god,” she gasped as she settled down onto him.
“I make you want to be taken, don’t I, Princess?”
“Yes… yes… damn you!”
“What do you I make you want me to do?”
“Fuck me,” she said, moving her weight up and down on his cock, using the door frame to help her. Zeb hadn’t thought of her doing that. It was pretty damned clever.
“Grind that tight pussy on my cock, princess.” She made circular motions and squeaked with pleasure as she found that if she did it right she could hit her pleasure spot time and again. “You’re so horny for me.”
“Yes, Zeb.” She kissed him again, still grinding against his cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Grinding my tight little pussy on your cock.”
“Call it a cunt.”
“My cunt is on your cock, and I love it.”
“Ask me to fuck you hard.”
“Pin me hard to the door and fuck me, Zeb. Please, please, fuck me hard.” Zeb squeezed her ass and drove himself into her over and over. She grunted and groaned with passion and exertion as he trapped her against the door and took her with great force. She was far more excited than she had been on her virgin attempt, and her sex became fully stimulated, making her even tighter than that first time.
Zeb had never experienced anything like this game, and part of him bought completely into the fantasy. He was still Zeb, and he would have stopped at the slightest sign of displeasure from Cyndi, but those thoughts were buried by the notion of making this beautiful and sweet girl fall under his thrall so badly that she was compelled to yield to his darkest desires. He used every muscle he had and fucked her tight young pussy in a way that made him feel just a touch evil.
But that eventually faded as he realized how much this girl moved him. Cyndi had come so far, so fast. This was the girl who had feared she would lose her nerve and rushed through her virgin attempt. Now, in only her second try, she was an incredible lover, filled with imagination and passion. Zeb had helped her, with an assist from her friends. But it was really Cyndi who was doing this. She was the one who had opened herself up to the new experiences. She was becoming something extraordinary, but she still probably thought all this pleasure was Zeb’s doing. He had to give her just a little more help to see what she was, to make her feel the thrills he had felt on this night. “You are a sweet, dirty little fuck, Cyndi! Say it!”
“Yes, yes. I’m a dirty little fuck for you!”
“No, you’re dirty all on your own. You like fucking! Say it.”
“I like fucking!”
“You’re beautiful! Say it.”
“I’m… I’m… beautiful.” She spoke the last word with a sense of profound realization.
“You could make men crawl to you. Say it.”
“I could make … men … crawl to me.”
“You have the power!”
“I have the power. Give me what I want!” Her hands clawed at him. “You’re gonna make me cum! Fuck me. I want to cum!”
“What you do to me, Cyndi… You own me… It’s… not… fair.” He was getting close now, too.
“Yes…. I own you, little boy…. I drive you crazy…. It’s not fair!” she cried, imbuing her final phrase with a meaning it had never possessed for her before. Her body shook as a powerful orgasm tore through her. She took several deep breaths and then lifted her head and smiled in victory as he erupted deep inside of her with a long low moan. He had not been playacting at the end. She was everything he had said she was.
He lowered her to the floor and then bent over, his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. She gently rubbed his back to soothe his tired muscles. She led him to the bed and let him rest. Cyndi kissed his chest and stroked his hair.
“God, Cyndi. That was intense!” he said at last.
Cyndi laughed gently. “I think I did a little better than last time.” She kissed him. “Thank you, Zeb, for absolutely everything.”
“Cyndi… I meant those things I said about you.”
“I know. And when you made me say them… I believed them, too.”
“Still do, I hope.”
She closed her big brown eyes for a moment. It was hard for her to say it, but she could now. “Yes. I still believe them.” She snuggled close to him for a long time. He could feel her laugh softly again. She looked up at him. “Mindi thinks she created a myth, but what she really did was help us discover a reality that’s even greater than the myth. You really are everything she claimed, and more.” He opened his mouth to protest. “I forbid you to argue about it. I compel you to silence.” She sealed the order with a kiss.
An hour later, Cyndi had drifted off to sleep, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead and stroked her hair as he looked down at her beautiful face. He pulled the rose he had sent her from a vase on her dresser and laid it on the blanket as he covered her. He crept out of the room and silently down the stairs, holding his shoes in his hand. Carla caught him anyway. “I don’t even need to ask how it went,” she said as she looked at his face.
“Your daughter is all the wonderful things I said about her and ten times more, Carla.”
“And just maybe you’re what the girls say you are, Zeb. Think on that.” She kissed him on the cheek again.
Zeb did think about what Carla had said, but he could never come to think of himself as anything other than just a nice guy. Mindi told him over and over again that his good karma had earned him the opportunities he was getting. He still wasn’t sure that he believed that, but he knew he was going to keep right on being as nice as he possibly could. If karma really was bringing him these beautiful and passionate girls, and the occasional kiss on the cheek from Carla, he was going to build up every ounce of good karma he could.
+++GOOD KARMA 3: Teaser (Next story should be out within a week.)+++
Zeb kept on being Zeb for the next month, and that paid off pretty well. He got to spend another night with Cyndi, but she soon moved on to a new boyfriend. Zeb hoped the freshman boy was as nice as he seemed. He and busy Brandi managed to work out a few times to get together, and they were as wonderful as their first night together had been. In the meantime, he spent a lot of time with hanging out with Mindi and her crowd of Heights Girls. He even helped Sheri and Kari with their “homework.” Sheri was a shy and sweet blonde who needed a gentle hand for her first time; Brandi had recommended Zeb. Kari was a naughty little brunette who had already “done everything but,” and wanted to make her first time something special with someone that Cyndi had told her was “daring and passionate.” Zeb really liked both girls, and they were fond of him. They would never hold quite the positions in his heart and memories as his first two Heights Girls would, but he would still cherish them for who they were.
Zeb found less time than he would have liked to spend with his best friend, Matt. But that worked out pretty well anyway. Matt was spending all his free time with his new love, Debi. The leggy blonde had really captured Matty’s heart. Finally Matt gave him a call and told Zeb they really needed to spend some time together. Matt told Zeb he should stop by and hang out over at Debi’s over the coming weekend. They were having some kids over since her parents were out of town.
So, that Saturday morning he found himself driving through the Heights, admiring the huge houses, verdant lawns, cute soccer moms and, of course, the girls catching rays at the many backyard pools in the district. When he pulled into the circular drive in front of Debi’s house, he saw the gorgeous blonde lying out on a chaise next to the pool. Like most Heights Girls she was keeping her tan in the warmth of the desert autumn. Well, that would probably make Matt happy. Actually almost everything she did made Matt happy lately. The couple seemed very well-matched.
Zeb took in the girl’s form as he drove up. Damn, she looked good! And the little red bikini she wore wasn’t leaving much to the imagination, either. She was face down, and her blonde hair covered her face. That was far more than the thong bottom of her bikini did for her tight little ass. Zeb almost crashed into Matt’s car as he snuck a long look at the girl while driving around the circle to park. It struck him that in this outfit, she didn’t look quite as tall as he thought she was. When he got out of the car, he noticed that the middle-aged neighbor was only pretending to be working on his lawn mower. He was mainly just getting an eyeful of the gorgeous blonde’s slender body.
He walked into the pool area to let Debi know he was there. He had to pause. Debi was smaller than he had realized, but good Lord, was she put together! He had never realized what a lucky man Matt was. Zeb was never—and never would be—the type of guy to dog another boy’s girl. But he was sixteen and it seemed like every sexy girl he knew crept into his fantasies or dreams sooner or later. The barely visible thong bikini displayed this sexy girl’s shapely legs and quite frankly the finest little ass Zeb had ever seen. It rose from the small of her back like a steep little hill and then sloped gently down to her toned legs. It wasn’t much wider than her hips, but its sides sported just enough curve to insure no one was going to miss it. Debi had definitely just announced her presence in Zeb’s fantasy life with authority!
Zeb knew he’d better announce his own presence before his staring got to be a little more than just appreciation. “Hey, Deb,” he said softly so as not to startle her. The girl didn’t move. “Deb…Debi…?” She lifted her head slowly.
The face he saw surprised him; it sure looked a lot like Debi’s, but it was younger, and much to Zeb’s surprise, even prettier. Zeb didn’t believe in love at first sight. Love had to be earned with patience and fidelity. But Zeb did believe that a heart could be sincerely moved at first sight. Sometimes, the first glance at a girl could tell him that their fate was somehow intertwined. He liked the way they had described it in The Godfather. When Michael first saw sweet, virginal Appolonia, his bodyguard, Fabrizio, told him he’d been hit by “the thunderbolt.” Seeing this young girl’s face for the first time, Zeb felt like the thunderbolt would nearly knock him off of his feet.
“Debi’s inside,” the girl said sleepily. “I’m her little sister, Randi.” That was right. Matt had said something about Debi’s “disturbingly hot” little seventh grade sister. Randi seemed a bit out of it at first. Zeb might have roused her from a little nap. He noticed she had a little timer beneath the chair to wake her if she drifted off under the bright sun. When she finally focused on Zeb, her green eyes lit up. She smiled and checked him out from his sandals to the top of his intentionally tousled hair. “Zeb—Matt’s friend, right?” EVERY girl in town seemed to know who he was lately—even junior high girls he had never met before.
“Guilty.” That was the sort of little joke he always made about being friends with Matt, but this time he wondered if it was really more of a psychological slip that described the way he was feeling at the moment. Even knowing it was the seventh grade Randi and not sophomore Debi, he couldn’t help being swept away by how vivacious and sexy she was. It had only been four years since he had been in seventh grade, but Zeb was pretty sure that this wasn’t the way seventh grade girls were shaped, or smiled, when he was in junior high. Of course, he’d been at an all-boys’ school back then, so he had known precious few girls that age. Still… now seeing her comely face on top of her amazing little body… this was the most alluring female Zeb had ever met, and he had known some real beauties.
He heard a little beep. “Your timing is perfect, Zeb,” she said with a sly smile. “Somebody has to do me.”
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