Roberta Vickers
Bondage whore
CHAPTER ONE
Mindy LaFarge looked into her boyfriend's large, luminous grey eyes, wishing she could stay there with Bill. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was something special. He was her first big love, the boy who had taken her cherry, had given Mindy her first fuck. She vividly remembered that night only one month ago. She'd told her parents they were going to a drive-in. Instead, she and Bill had driven up to the Flag Staff Overlook above Boulder and started out just groping around.
Soon the groping had developed into something more. A tiny shiver raced through Mindy's body as she remembered Bill unhooking her bra and taking a tiny nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He had squeezed, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure as she felt the stabs of joyful sensations lance into her tit. She was proud that her boobs were so well-developed, as was the rest of her body. Mindy knew other girls who were eighteen that didn't have her trim, well-rounded figure. She could easily pass for eighteen, maybe nineteen or even, twenty. And that maturity of figure was what had attracted Bill.
She had been uncertain of herself with the other boys, but Bill had the take-command attitude that impressed everyone. Mindy was so much putty in his hands when he had first gazed into her verdant green eyes and simply asked her, "What time do I pick you up tonight?" No bravado, no big macho stud come-on, simply confidence and a positive manner that had elicited an answer that still startled her. Mindy had looked into his big, grey eyes and, as if she had been hypnotized, said, "Seven o'clock is fine."
That was how it had started. And that night above the gleaming, twinkling lights of Boulder, with the radiant jewel of Denver in the distance, their relationship had continued to the next logical step. With Bill's fingers firmly tweaking her nipple, Mindy could only press herself back into the seat cushions and sigh deeply. Soon, the tiny pink nipple, phosphorescent in the light of the full moon, had burgeoned and grown. Where a small button had lain dormant, a throbbing, pointing red finger soon pounded with delight every time her agitated heart beat.
Too good for mere fingering, Bill had descended and engulfed the pulsing little nubbin of flesh with his mouth. He had sucked lightly at first, then more powerfully when Mindy emitted a tiny moan of sheer pleasure. She felt the wet suction of his mouth on her tit, the strong manipulations of his hands on the firm, taut flesh under the fiery-red areola. His teeth lightly played over the aroused flesh, nipping and teasing the succulent mountain of snowy tit beneath his mouth. She would never forget the instant when his rough, wet tongue began lapping across the sensitized surface that was the pinnacle of her boob.
Mindy thought she was going to come then and there. She felt the flow of her cunt juices wetting her panties in the most shameless manner conceivable. She tried to hide the expanding circle that betrayed her obscene lust for her boyfriend by twisting and turning away, crossing her legs as she did. Bill would have none of it. Mouth still firmly locked at her sloping cone with the perky nipple perched on top, he insinuated his hand between her legs. She resisted, not wanting to go any further, yet knowing that her body was screaming at her for more and more of the glorious, wonderful, totally different sensation.
Bill managed to work his cool fingers along the inside of her creamy thigh, fondling the smooth, firm flesh until Mindy almost lost her mind in the ocean of lust that threatened to inundate her. The twin pillars of her shapely legs had flown apart to let Bill's hand slide ever upward towards her triangle of fleecy cunt hair. Mindy knew she shouldn't allow him such familiarity with her body, yet she couldn't restrain herself.
It felt so good!
When he touched her silk-covered pussy mound, she came. The stab of sheer, unadulterated pleasure coursed through her young, untrained body and blasted at her mind. She rode the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy until her body finally released her from the firm, fierce grip of her easily aroused passions and allowed her to drift back to reality. When she was again aware of her surroundings, the girl found Bill had abandoned his post at her boob for tastier territory. He had hunkered down in the seat and was avidly tonguing her flowing pink slit. Mindy did not even remember him removing her dripping wet panties, but it no longer mattered. She was lost in the paradise of the emotions assaulting her young body.
His tongue, which had seemed so rough when it was slowly drawn across her nipple, now felt like silk. Liquid fire flared into Mindy's cunt, and she began writhing about, trying to imprison Bill's head between her thighs. First she didn't want him near her soggy cunt; now she refused to let him leave!