Seventh Cynthia Heaven

Sindy, Sindy, Sin.....

The room was permeated with the full frolicking scent of young woman slathered generously on condom. A smell that overwhelmed me with nostalgia.

I had positioned myself and knelt beside her on the bed as if on an altar. She had protested mildly when I pulled out of her, but my caresses were easing her separation anxiety. I started with the long reach and stretch to her ankles. I slowly ran massaging fingers up her legs. I also knew when my body stretched out in this manner it displace my middle age softness into a more sinewy form. an observation my older Cindy had remarked upon while I reintroduced my morning stretching routine in my life. Much needed after the sensuous desert of marital bliss. I think young Sindy liked it too because she used that position to fondle my balls in a rolling dice fashion before exploring the length and girth of my cock with her delicate fingers.

“Rubber is still intact,” she. announced as if reporting on a military foray, “and this magic prick of yours is still quite primed for its mission.”

“Oh, and what mission is that?” I asked as my fingers neared where her pillars of paradise met her halls of honey.

“Apparently to fuck me silly and ruin me for men closer to my own age.”

“If you have the slightest fear of that I will bang your gong until morning so you can be cured of that notion when you get a gander at me in the sober light of day.”

She laughed heartily making her tits jiggle, which drew my hands and eyes from honey dew land and set them to forage her freckled hills of delight for a bit. We both knew I would not be there in the morning light.

With Sindy’s firm body spread out on her bed below me I decided a little exploring was in order. I was enthralled by the piercings adorning her pristine young body and dabbled with the functionality of each appliance. Her breasts perched nicely upon her rib cage and pleasantly fell only slightly to her sides.

Her eyes were glued to my face, but rather than be self conscious of our age difference she seemed more interested in my reactions to her young bestudded body. If a twist or prod of a pull ring was too much or unpleasurable she would let me know. She would reward me with the purrs of a kitten when my manipulations pleased her

It was time to taste this morsel now that she was frothing from below once more. My tongue circled her nipples for a few passes drawing the sign of infinity before plunging impatiently below to be rewarded with the sweet smell of youth in full slippery liquid splendor. She was especially delighted with the little heavy metal dance my tongue did on her metal mined folds. Fortunately she was slick enough to leave my tongue intact as it glided, slipped , and slopped with slurping sounds to Sindy’s groans and gyrating bucking hips. She half heartedly tried finding my throbbing member with either her fingers or mouth but was so distracted that her lips locked on my inner thigh giving me a purple hickey that would last for days.

Now that I was on top and controlling the rhythms of this soiree it became a more precise fucking. Since I knew this may well be the last time I would be able to enjoy the hard bodied flesh of a twenty something year old woman, I took great pains to extend the experience using the muscle controls and mastery I had regained with the hours spent with sweet Indiana Cindy. I squeezed and fought back the fiery release bringing on full forearm shivers and back bone jarring shakes..

Since the condom had remained faithful to my prick Sindy might have been unsure if I came or not, but since the strong pistoning and deep depth diving continued on, her moans had gone from slippery silk to hoarse and strained staccato rasps.

Then it finally happened. Up until then it was questionable. Perhaps mood building or just playacting to hurry things along and get it over with. Perhaps ways she had learned that allegedly pleased a man from media and porno histrionics her younger lovers expected. Up until then I was unconvinced of her finishing. At last with the commencement of her shattering full slurry organ timbre orgasm was unmistakable. It nearly left tender Sindy senseless as a wide receiver after helmet to helmet contact on the gridiron. She lay twisted, spent, and smoking. Her wits seemed sprinkled all over her bed like broken shards of glass upon her young woman's bed in her young woman's bedroom. There was certainty in this release.

I rose to me knees and surveyed my handiwork and it was good. This brought my eyes around to my surroundings for the first time and there was the picture. With that I hurriedly did a quick math check while thinking,

“Oh My God! I fucked her mother when we were in our twenties.”

Plan B For Cynthia

Transported from bath to bed upon wings of lustful desire, interrupted only by a brisk flourish with fluffy bath towels, my face is once again buried between Cynthia's legs with her milky white thighs filtering and muffling her moans and other worldly distractions from my lapping lolling tongue.

I write upon Cynthia’s soft flowering palette all the praise and exaltation knowing her has given me. As I describe her tight ass and round white tits with matching pale nipples, I feel her heels making circles upon my sides. I delve deeper in my prose and my tongue sweeps in bolder strokes upon her pink parting curtain, causing her heels to work their way up my spine until as I write my final flourishes her heels are pushing the back of my head bring the full force of my lips and tongue to depths in her cunt that had only previously been consummated by my plunging prick.

Some Saturdays we might spend the entire afternoon enjoying each others bodies but I knew we had plans tonight, and Cynthia had an agenda this afternoon, so I decided to move to plan B.

Big Blue.

I rose to my knees between Cynthia’s thighs to survey her spread out before me. I feel like a bird of prey as I circle my feast below. She was splayed out and ready to receive her fate at my hands. There was a momentary question in her eyes when I stretched out over, past her and reached for the bedside drawer to gather my lance of Blue.

It was a long , mid girth, shiny smooth dildo. One I knew Cynthia favored. Simple, elegant, like her stylized for the artistic sensibilities, with a neon blue metallic color that made a redhead like Cynthia's color palette spin like a wheel of good fortune.

When she saw what was in my hand she gave a fleeting hopeful glance at my erect bobbing cock, but I just shook my head negative and began to spread Cynthia wide with Big Blue like we would soon be spreading pate’ on Fred and Helen’s crackers this evening.

I observe my face in reflection on the shiny metallic surface of Big Blue and enjoyed the illusion it gave of my face disappearing deep into Cynthia's alabaster mound. I watch the motion beneath her tummy from the pressure the toy exerts from within her sweet scented body.

She is moaning and mumbling , “Fuck me Michael. Yes. Yes. Yes. You know how I like it lover.”

I work her twat meticulously and secretly enjoy that even if her dead husband’s name is on her lips and in her head, it is my eyes enjoying her rapture and ecstasy now. I also rationalize that it is a blue dildo doing the pleasuring and ask myself if I would be less understanding if it was his name issued from her lips while it was my cock parting hers. I worked Big Blue in machinations that brought sweet Cynthia, the red haired wonder, up and over the breach and beyond herself on this portentous Saturday afternoon.