Creating a Sexual Cindy: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Mike Oxlong

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt:

Her father and stepmother's bedroom was next to hers. They did it nearly every night, sometimes two and three times. The sounds of their passionate lovemaking penetrated through the wall and was tormenting for Cindy. She would lie in bed, knowing full well what was going on just on the other side of the wall, and try to ignore the erotic noises. But each time she wound up rolling across her bed and pressing her ear to the wall, trembling with a melange of mixed emotions as she listened to the wet reports of fervent kissing, the murmured endearments and exclamations of love. Then the bedsprings would begin to sing their raspy, rhythmic tune of joyous intercourse, with Anita's throaty murmurings turning into husky sighs and moans. At the last the bed would be squeaking like crazy, with her father grunting and groaning and her stepmother sobbing, "Yes, Roy! Oh, darling ... yesss! I love you! Harder ... ohhhhh ... fuck me harder!"
By then Cindy's virginal little pussy would be leaking the hot juice of her confused desire. Love for her father and resentment of Anita would churn about within her, making her press her ear tightly against the wall and cup her hand over the secretion-slick crotch band of her panties. While they were coming, she would grit her teeth and listen to their ecstatic outcries, her hand bearing down between her thighs and rubbing wildly at the feverish itching in the honeyed folds of her swollen, sparsely-haired vulva.
You don't need her, Daddy! she would feel like shouting. If I'd known you wanted to ball, I would've let you do it to me! Then, panting with lust and feeling terribly guilty for her incestuous thoughts, Cindy would hurl herself away from the wall and lie in the center of her bed, hugging her unfulfilled body until she cried herself to sleep.

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Creating a Sexual Cindy

Mike Oxlong

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

Prison trusties were painting the outside of the house next door. Cindy Warner had been lying in bed, recuperating from a mild case of the flu, watching the prisoners at work through her bedroom window. She'd noticed one of the convicts sneak away and hurry toward her own house. There'd been a furtive knocking at the back door. Anita, Cindy's stepmother of less than a month, had answered it immediately, and had let the trusty into the house.

Cindy had overheard them kissing, then talking in the kitchen. She'd heard Anita call the convict Fred. Anita had cautioned him to be quiet, explaining that, "Roy's little girl is out of school with the flu, honey. She's here in the house. It's too dangerous. You'd better come back tomorrow or the next day, when you're painting our house. Cindy will be back in school then."

But the man hadn't left. His and her stepmother's voices had become subdued, sounding argumentative, and Cindy hadn't been able to make out much of what they were saying. One statement of the man's drifted through the house and registered in her straining ears, however, and after that the arguing had stopped.

His voice had been insistent and demanding. "Goddamn it, Anita, are you forgetting why you're here? The Party sent you to help me do a job. You've stalled long enough! We've got to break Booker T. Reeves out of that maximum security cell!"

Anita had given in. She'd cautioned him again to keep his voice down. Then she'd tiptoed into Cindy's room and stood beside the bed. The teen-ager's heart had been beating wildly, but she'd managed to keep her eyes closed and her breathing normal. Her stepmother had called her name softly, and Cindy hadn't moved a muscle.

"Cindy, are you asleep?" Anita had asked then, slightly louder.

The young girl had never been more awake than at that moment, but she pretended deep sleep. Anita had been fooled. She'd slipped from the room and closed the door. "I guess it'll be all right, Fred," Cindy had heard her stepmother say. "The medicine she's taking makes her sleep pretty soundly, but we'd still better be quiet and talk fast. If she wakes up and hears us, it could ruin everything."