Ted Leonard

Turned on virgin

CHAPTER ONE

Pretty Cindy Simpson was secretly enjoying thrills in her sweet young cunt as she moved smoothly across the crowded, sun-drenched beach in her new bikini. At eighteen, she knew a lot of little tricks to give herself pleasure – crossing her legs in school to squeeze her hot cunt-lips together, rubbing her pussy against table corners at every opportunity, horseback riding to pound her hot crotch against the saddle – she'd learned them all as she blossomed into a saucy, sexy, thrill-seeking beauty.

And now, feeling warm and sensual and erotic, the same dainty steps across the hot sand that made her cute ass wiggle enticingly also made her firm white thighs squeeze and massage her moist young cunt.

Cindy could feel her pussy lips rubbing together, wetter now than they were only moments earlier, and another thrill shot through her belly. Stepping lightly across the sand, she heaved a sigh of regret because she couldn't slip a hand down into the black patch of cloth hiding her cunt, and grab that tingling pink clit that was so nice to toy with. The way she was feeling right now, she'd come on her fingers in a second if she could only get her hand on her cunt – or someone else's hand.

Cindy knew very well what she wanted. It was the first day of summer vacation and she was footloose and fancy free. Her dad had run off with a nymphomaniacal waitress a year ago, so there were no paternal chains, around her neck. Her mother had left the house early this morning, all dolled up, and Cindy was sure her mother was getting fucked somewhere, so there was no maternal bond for Cindy to contend with.

Added to this was Cindy's own burgeoning sense of independence and love of pleasure. She'd always liked sex, but since she'd turned eighteen, something new was happening to her. Her tits were bigger, more sensitive. Her ass was fuller, richer, lovelier. Her pussy was like a hungry mouth craving food it hadn't yet had.

Sometimes these new feelings puzzled Cindy. Just this morning she had stood naked before her bedroom mirror, playing with her spiking pink nipples, fingering her sweet, blonde-haired pussy, purring softly with self-induced pleasure, wondering what this deep craving was all about.

She knew she wanted cock. There was no doubt in her young mind about that. The way her cunt was humping so feverishly on her fingers told her that. But as she stood there quivering and panting and fucking her fingers she sensed deeply that something was different today. Her hot thoughts about Tommy Richards and Al Summers and Phil Danton and a host of other nameless boys were pleasurable enough, but as she sank to her knees shaking violently and coming wetly, she knew in her heart that it wasn't a boy's prick that she needed. This new feeling in her belly, this deep void, this puzzling hunger – it must mean she was ripe for her first man-cock.

Cindy left the beach area and walked through the parking lots, unmindful of the hot asphalt burning her feet as she pondered this weighty problem. She was lost in thought now, reflecting, wondering.

As Cindy was passing between two parked cars, worrying her lower lip, a door swung wide, blocking her path. A man reached out and, before Cindy could register what was happening to her, she was pulled inside the car across the man's lap, her ripe tits slamming down onto the seat beside him. The door slammed shut and she heard a deep voice bark, "Get going, God dammit!"

The next thing she knew the car was in motion, speeding up, and her heart was racing as fast as the engine. She twisted and saw two men in the front seat. "Oh," she gasped, stiffening on her captor's lap.