Cindy’s Summer Vacation from College
I have two older brothers. My brother Bob is one year older than I am and Bill is two years older. I know my parents didn’t give them very original names but I suppose it is better than Phineas and Fauntleroy. My brothers and I always got along fine as I was growing up. We were close enough in age to be able to play together and share a lot of things. Including the bath tub and the bed when we were quite young. I was naturally sexually curious and they were as well when we were young teenagers but we didn’t delve into our curiosities.
Bill was always an excellent student and a very good athlete. He was captain of the football team in high school and a National Merit scholarship winner. He was always, and still is, very patriotic. He accepted an offer to go to one of the military academies after turning down several Ivy League schools as well as a few universities better known for their football programs than for their academic stature.
At a little over six feet tall, Bob was a pretty good athlete, though not as good as Bill, and was a mediocre student at best. He really wasn’t too interested in studying. He was very interested in girls, however, and, possibly because he was very handsome with a high forehead, strong chin, and piercing but kind brown eyes, the girls seemed to reciprocate his interest. He decided to go to a junior college in our town and to live at home.
I went away to university, to a school that offered a lot of the programs that I was interested in. My freshman year was challenging for me, but a lot of fun as well. As it drew to a close, though, I was looking forward to returning home and seeing Bob. Bill had just finished his junior year at the Academy and had military duties to perform that summer. He was hoping he might get a weekend off that he could come home for a visit but he wasn’t sure about even that.
When I got home I was glad to see my parents, with both of whom I had always had a good relationship. Well, except for when I thought I was old enough to do things that they didn’t think I was old enough to do, as happens with pretty much all kids. Even if I was ticked off, I knew they were only trying to protect me because they loved me. I was especially happy to see Bob – I think Bill was a little intimidating for both of us. Bob met me at the airport where we hugged each other and then he drove us home.
We talked about his year and mine along the way. He had achieved much better grades than he used to in high school and had been admitted to the state university where he was going to work to complete his degree. He was still having a good time with the girls and, from what he told me, was as popular with them as ever. Mom made a very nice welcoming home dinner for us that evening. We spent a long time at the dinner table talking and talking.
When mom and dad said they were going to go to bed I stood and said, “I think I will, too, I’m pretty tired.”
Bob quickly said, “Don’t go yet, Cindy, I didn’t get a chance to ask you about your school year. And you know, things you wouldn’t want to talk about in front of mom and dad.”
I blushed and said, “There aren’t any things like that, Bob, and besides, we have the whole summer ahead of us.”
“I know, but it is just so nice having you home again. Couldn’t you stay up a little bit longer?”
“Oh, okay, Bob, but I’m going to go change first. It seems as if I have had these clothes on forever. I had to get up at four this morning in order to get to the airport for my flight.”
“Thanks, I’ll get us some cokes while you’re getting changed.”
I went into my bedroom, which my parents had left untouched when I left for university. Ever since I was a kid my folks had joked that they wished we would hurry and grow up and go away to school so that they could rent out our rooms. I was glad to see that it really had been just a joke. I took off my blouse and my jeans and, unusually for me, folded them and put them on a chair. Then I unhooked my bra and took it off. It felt nice to have the air from the open window flowing across my breasts. My nipples must have liked the cool breeze because they became very hard in only a few seconds.
As I was standing there enjoying the gentle wind on my nipples I saw a fleeting movement out of the corner of my eye. At college I was in a girls only dorm and had become pretty used to not bothering to close doors. The truth was, it excited me not to close the door. Both at college and at home. I had forgotten that Bob would have to go to the laundry room where the freezer was to get ice cubes for our cokes. There was only a tiny opening past the hallway into my bedroom, but it was big enough that I could be seen if anybody was looking. As Bob was.
I decided that my breasts were sore and needed a few minutes of massaging. They did enjoy the feel of my hands and my fingers on them, and my nipples seemed especially grateful for the attention. I hoped that Bob was still there as I reached my hands down and peeled my panties off. I stepped out of them and fluffed my pubic hair. Then I walked over to my dresser and took my time selecting a nightgown. I found a light blue one with a fairly deep neck line that I knew you could see through if you tried, which was one of the reasons I had bought it.
I put it on and thought for a moment or two about putting a robe over it, but decided not to. As I walked out of my bedroom back to the living room I noticed a furtive movement and was pleased that Bob had still been watching me.
“Thanks for staying up with me,” Bob said as I returned.
“You’re welcome. I’m pretty tired but I’d like to stay and talk for a bit,” I said.
Bob asked me questions about the courses I had been taking and friends I had met. I dutifully answered all of them. He finally edged around to what he really wanted to ask me about - my sex life.
“Do you have a steady boyfriend, Cindy?”
“Not really, Bob. There was a guy during the first semester that I dated a lot but we weren’t going steady.”
“He was a senior and he graduated at the end of the first term. He moved back to Indianapolis. We wrote a few times but then he met someone else and I met several someone else’s.”
“Are any of them potentials?”
“I don’t think so, but I have a nice time with them. How about yourself?”
Bob told me that he was having too good a time going out with several different women to confine himself to just one. And since he knew he would be leaving at the end of the summer to go to Storrs he wasn’t anxious to get too serious with any of them.
While we were talking I noticed that Bob’s eyes frequently broke contact with my eyes and glanced down at my breasts, or further down to my pussy. I suppose the fact that my nipples, all on their own accord, managed to be quite erect, might have attracted his attention. Whenever I saw his eyes beginning to shift downwards I would avert my own eyes, looking over at the TV, which was turned on to Jay Leno. I wanted to give Bob plenty of opportunity to look at my body, and was very pleased that he wanted to do so.
By the time Leno was over I was really tired. I stood up, yawned and stretched, which pulled my nightgown tightly over my breasts. Bob was staring intently at them. I’m sure he could see my nipples quite clearly through the thin material of my nightgown.
“I really need to get some sleep, Bob, I’ll see you in the morning,” I said as I turned to go to my bedroom. Then, on a sudden inspiration, I bent down to pick up Harper’s Bazaar from the coffee table to read in bed. I knew that this would pull my nightgown tightly over my ass. I glanced back and was happy to see that Bob was studying that part of my anatomy with great care. I stood up, smiled to myself and thought that this was going to be a great summer.
The next morning I slept in until almost nine. At school I had to get up at six on most days and was really happy to luxuriate in bed for a while. As I lay there thinking of how much fun it had been to be almost naked with Bob the night before my fingers found their way to my pussy. I moved them in light circles up and down and then around my pussy lips. As soon as I was moist I put a finger inside me and then put it into my mouth, tasting myself. I won’t say I tasted fantastically good, but it wasn’t too bad, though I admit I am biased. I moved my hand back down to my pussy and began to play with my clit. It showed its usual enjoyment of the attention and became quite erect. I reached over to my nightstand and picked up a mirror I had put there the night before. I like to look at my pussy, especially when I am playing with it.
My lips were extended and moisture was clearly evident. I opened and shut my knees and enjoyed watching my pussy lips open and close as I did so. I moved my hand back to my clit and stimulated it, gently at first and then more firmly. Slowly at first and then faster and faster. When my orgasm was approaching I grabbed my pillow with my free hand and pulled it over my head to stifle the noises I knew I would make. I’m pretty sure my parents knew or at least assumed that I masturbated, but I didn’t see any point in making it that obvious. Feeling refreshed and relaxed I got up and walked over to the door of the bathroom connecting Bob’s room with my room. I knocked and got no response so I went in. I locked the door to Bob’s side, although I felt like leaving it unlocked, used the facilities and took a shower.
After my shower I got dressed and came out to the kitchen. My dad had already gone to work but my mom was in the kitchen. She asked me how I had slept and I said how nice it had been to sleep in my own bed again. She said that she had to go out to do some errands and asked me not to let Bob sleep for too long.
“Cindy, while I’m gone could you please go next door to the Richardson’s and ask them if I can borrow their pastry scale? It’s electronic and really accurate. I want to do some baking this afternoon and it would be a big help for me.”
“Sure mom, I’ll just get a cup of coffee and then go over.”
I poured a cup of coffee and said goodbye to my mom. When I finished my coffee I went next door and rang the bell. In a couple of minutes the door was opened by Mr. Richardson. He was wearing only a short towel around his waist. He is only in his late twenties but he and his wife have been living next door to my folks for five or six years. He works out a lot and I could see that he was in very good shape. The towel only came down to his upper thighs and I found myself fantasizing about what was under it. I apologized for barging in and he apologized for not being dressed. He said he had just finished exercising and was about to take a shower. I felt like asking him if he could use any help in the shower but I decided against it. I had been only thirteen or fourteen when I first met him and although I was nineteen now I thought he still considered me a little girl.
I asked him if my mom could borrow their scales.
“Of course, Cindy, come on in and we’ll get it.”
I followed him into the house and kept my eyes on his ass as he led the way into the kitchen. He looked into several of the upper cabinets, then remarked, “I wish Pat were home. She would know exactly where the scale is.”
“Maybe it is in one of the lower cabinets, Mr. Richardson,” I said.
As I hoped, he squatted down to look into the bottom cabinets. When he did so, and as I had thought would happen, his naked penis and balls were on view. His cock was very nice looking. It was circumcised with a good length and girth. His balls were large and looked to be heavy. They would have felt nice in my hands. Mr. Richardson wasn’t looking at me but he must have been aware that I was staring at his cock because it began to grow as I watched it. Next to holding a cock in my hands or my mouth as it becomes erect, one of my favorite activities is watching it grow large. I hoped it would take him a long time to find the scale because I was really enjoying watching as his cock kept extending further and further away from his body. I wanted to touch myself but I didn’t dare. It probably didn’t matter because I was becoming quite moist anyway.
“Oh, here it is,” he said.
He picked it up and held it out to me. More out than up so I bent down to take it from him, my hand only inches away from his now fully erect and breathtakingly lovely cock.
“Thank you so much Mr. Richardson. My mom says it is really helpful to be able to use your scale because it has such precise weights,” I said, while my eyes never left his erection.
It was only then that Mr. Richardson glanced down and seemed, or at least pretended, to realize that he had an erection. He quickly stood up but that didn’t help because now his cock was standing straight out in front of him. And looking very impressive.
“I’m sorry, Cindy, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“That’s okay, Mr. Richardson, I think you look very nice. I bet Pat does, too.”
He put his hands on his cock over the towel, trying to push it down. It wasn’t working. That made me glad.
“I’ll bring it back tomorrow if that’s all right,” I said as I turned to go to the door.
“Sure, Cindy, any time.”
I left thinking that I should return the favor as well as the scale when I came back tomorrow. When I got home Bob was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. He saw that I had the scale in my hands and asked where I had gotten it. I told him that it was borrowed from the Richardson’s and then told him about what had just happened. Bob could tell from my description that I had not been at all unhappy about seeing Mr. Richardson’s erection.
“Did it make you excited, Cindy?”
“Very. It was truly lovely. I really wanted to hold it and caress it.”
“That’s how I felt last night, Cindy.”
“What do you mean, Bob?”
“I accidentally saw you when you were changing into your nightgown. You looked really beautiful.”
“Well Bob, that is sweet of you to say but I’m your sister.”
“That doesn’t make you any less beautiful, Cindy.”
“Well, thanks again but you know we can’t have thoughts like that about each other.”
Although I said that, and it was true, I was re-living last night’s experience of exhibiting myself to Bob. And I was getting very excited while remembering it.
“Well, anyway, Bob, I have to go out now, but thanks for thinking I look pretty.”
I left to do some shopping and to see some old friends, with whom I spent the day. Early that evening I helped my mom with the baking. We made, no, she made and I tried to help with, an apple strudel. She rolled the dough out very thinly on top of the dining room table until it covered the whole table. She is somehow able to make the dough so thin and flaky, it really tastes delicious. I have tried on my own a few times and I can’t begin to compare with her. We had some for dessert that night. It was up to mom’s usual high standard. Then mom set some aside and asked me to take it to the Richardson’s in the morning when I returned the scale.
Bob and I talked some more that evening while we watched a re-run of “The Godfather,” which is one of my favorite movies. Bob’s too. It didn’t get over until past one so we said quick goodnights, took turns using the adjoining bathroom and went to bed.
In the morning when I came out to the kitchen, mom and dad had already left. I fixed a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I had just finished my cereal when Bob came out. He had taken a shower and came out with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Is this the way Mr. Richardson was dressed?” he asked.
“Pretty much, but his towel was a lot shorter than that one.”
Bob rolled the towel at his waist to shorten it while I admired his physique. I could see why a lot of girls found him attractive. He was attractive. Very.
“About like this?”
“Yes,” I laughed. “Are you going to bulge out in front, too?”
“Maybe. Would you be angry?”
“I guess not, but I know it isn’t right.”
But having said that, I hoped he would anyway. I had had a few fleeting glimpses of Bob without his clothes on, usually his back side as he was leaving the bathroom just as I was coming in, but I had never seen him with an erection. It didn’t take long before I did as his cock began to rise in front of him. I watched as the towel bulged further and further out, much further than Mr. Richardson’s had done. Then, instead of just sticking out in front of him, Bob’s cock kept climbing upwards until it was pointing almost directly up. I think it would have been directly up if the heavy material of the towel hadn’t been getting in the way. As it was, the upward movement of his cock had lifted the towel enough so that his balls and the bottom two or three inches of his cock were in view.
“Bob, you are huge,” I said. “Your girl friends must love it.”
I was hoping that Bob’s towel would slip off so I could see his cock without the encumbrance of the towel, but Bob had fastened it securely around his waist. I was trying to build up my courage to ask him to remove it, or just to remove it myself, when the phone rang. Bob and I both jumped. I went to the phone and answered it. It was our mom.
“Hi, Cindy. Have you taken the scale back to the Richardson’s yet?”
“No, mom, I was going to in a little while.”
“Could you do me a favor and take it back right away? I want to be able to keep borrowing it from them so I need them to see that we always return it promptly.”
“Sure mom, I’ll take it over right now.”
I looked back at Bob, whose erection had subsided considerably.
“Sorry, Bob, I have to get dressed and take the scale back over next door.”
Bob looked disappointed as I went to my room. I put on a pair of lime green thong panties that matched the blouse I was going to wear. I frequently don’t wear any panties but when I do, they are almost always thongs. Next I put on my blouse. It had short sleeves and buttoned up the front, but I didn’t button very many buttons. Finally I put on a pair of ridiculously short shorts. They were made of a very light white denim and fitted very snugly around my ass and my pussy. I had bought them on a giggle and had never worn them out in public, but I did like to wear them around the house. They made me feel sexy and I almost always masturbated after wearing them. At 5’7”, I’m not particularly tall, but these shorts made my legs look very long. I suppose it was because every inch of leg that I have was on display. And if I had been wearing regular panties instead of thongs, several inches of panty would have been showing as well.
I came out to the kitchen and Bob, who was still sitting there in his towel, whistled.
“Why thanks,” I said, “Do you approve?”
“Of course, you look great. I just hope it is Mr. Richardson who is home and not his wife.”
“Oh, you’re right. Maybe I should go change.”
“No, don’t do that. Take a chance. It will be fun.”
“Okay, I will,” I said, feeling my excitement begin to grow.
Bob told me that he had to go out and would be gone when I returned but asked me to tell him what happened when we would be together in the evening. I said that I would. I went next door with the strudel and the scale and rang the bell. To my relief, it was Mr. Richardson who answered the ring. To my sadness, he was fully dressed, though he still looked very cute. And, especially as he glanced down at my shorts, he looked very pleased to see me.
“Good morning, Mr. Richardson,” I said. “I’ve brought the scale back and here is some of mom’s apple strudel she would like for you and Pat to have. I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure we will. Your mom has given us some before and it was always delicious. Speaking of which, that’s the way you look this morning.”
“Why thank you. I was worried that my shorts might be a little indecent,” I said as I glanced down at my thighs.
I saw that my pussy lips were plainly visible beneath the thin material of the shorts. There was no wet spot but I thought there might well be one soon.
“No, Cindy, I think you look just fine. Come on in, why don’t you. Do you have time for a cup of coffee?”
I said that I did and we went into the kitchen. Mr. Richardson replaced the scale to its place in the lower cabinet, though it wasn’t nearly as interesting to watch him do so as it had been to watch him take it out yesterday.
“I was kind of hoping you might have been exercising again,” I said.
“Well, I was, but I finished earlier than yesterday. I didn’t want to embarrass you again.”
“I wasn’t embarrassed, Mr. Richardson, I liked it. You are very good looking. I think your wife is very lucky.”
“Cindy, you’re hired. Why don’t you stay around and talk to me all the time? You’re good for my ego,” Mr. Richardson said with a smile.
He poured us some coffee and we went into the living room where he sat in the easy chair and I sat on the couch across from him. As I did so I felt my shorts ride up on my ass, leaving more of my bare skin showing. In front, I could see a little bit of my panty peeking out from under the shorts. I knew that from his angle Mr. Richardson could see even more. Now I wished that I hadn’t worn any panties. Then it would have been my pussy lips that he was seeing.
I leaned over to pick up my coffee cup. As I did so, my blouse gaped away from my breasts. I wasn’t sure whether Mr. Richardson was watching or not so I spoke to him to get his attention where I wanted it to be. I glanced over at him and saw that his eyes were riveted on my breasts. I was very pleased. And very glad that I hadn’t worn a bra. I picked up my coffee cup and took a sip, then put it back on the table very carefully, leaning over a good deal in the process. While doing so I lifted my arm to play with my hair. This pulled the left side of my shirt close to me and gave an unrestricted view of my right breast to Mr. Richardson. I heard a rapid intake of his breath and knew that my little ploy had worked.
We kept talking and sipping our coffees for another fifteen minutes. I experimented with crossing and un-crossing my legs to see what that would do to my shorts. They rode up even further, which I thought was a nice effect.
“Would you like some more coffee, Cindy?”
“I would, but I really ought to let you get back to work, and I have some things that I need to do,” I said.
“Well, come over any time you would like some coffee or just to chat. It is really nice to have you home from college.”
I thanked him and said that I would do exactly that. I was conscious of his eyes on my ass as I walked away. I think the shorts had been a good buy.
The next morning I waited in bed until I was sure that my folks had left the house and I heard Bob go out to the kitchen. I quickly brushed my hair and then walked naked out to the kitchen. My heart was pounding with excitement, and a little fear, but mostly excitement. I knew Bob had seen me naked, but not from up as close as it was going to be when I walked into the kitchen. He had just taken a bite of cereal as I walked in and said good morning. He glanced up from his cereal, saw me, and spluttered, spewing cereal all over the table.
“I’m sorry, Bob. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Cindy, you’re naked.”
“Yes, I know. I thought that since you have already seen me naked it wouldn’t make any difference to you and it is more comfortable for me not to have to put any clothes on around you.”
Bob was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. His shorts very quickly began to bulge out in front. I pretended not to notice as I got some cereal and orange juice. I sat down at the table and ate breakfast while talking with Bob, whose eyes almost never left my nipples, which had become very erect. They were aching to have Bob’s fingers caressing them and I wondered if he would do so. While I was wondering this, the door bell rang.
“It’s probably Betty Ann,” Bob said, “she said she would come over this morning.”
“Then I guess I better go get some clothes on,” I said while standing up.
Bob’s eyes immediately went down to my pussy. I think he could see that it was quite moist.
“Yes, I suppose you should. Betty Ann is pretty liberal but I don’t think she is that liberal.”
I turned and walked away.
“Nice ass,” Bob said.
“Why thanks,” I said, “I’m glad you like it.”
“The rest of you looks pretty great, too, Cindy. I’m really lucky to have you as a sister.”
“And I am to have you as a brother.”
I went into my room and put on some clothes. Not too many, but I was more or less decent. The day passed uneventfully. The next morning I was sitting at the breakfast table when Bob came out. I saw him standing behind the door and peering in.
“Are mom and dad gone?” he asked.
“Yes, they left a long time ago, sleepy head.”
Bob smiled and walked into the room. He was naked and his cock was standing at attention.
“Why Bob, I didn’t know you cared,” I said.
“Well, I thought if you could do it, so could I Cindy. Do you mind?”
“Not at all, Bob. You have a great body and a wonderful cock. I didn’t know it was that big. Betty Ann is a lucky girl.”
Bob walked around the kitchen making some toast and getting juice and coffee. His erection was enormous. It made me very excited just looking at it. I wondered how it would feel in my hands or in my mouth. I wanted it in both places but I was reluctant to move to touch it. Teasing each other with our nakedness was one thing, and a very pleasurable thing. I didn’t want to spoil that pleasure, and maybe not be able to do it any more, by taking it to the next level. So I refrained, but only barely.
Bob sat down and ate his breakfast while I sipped my coffee and we talked. It would have been nicer for me if he had eaten standing up so I could have kept on looking at his cock. Just as he sat down I saw that there was pre-cum seeping out. I would have loved to have tasted it but I had to content myself with imagining what it would have been like. When he finished his meal, Bob stood up. His erection had gone down but his cock was still very impressive. And very exciting to look at.
As Bob walked away to get dressed I reached my hand under my skirt and started playing with myself while visualizing his erect cock in my mouth. I hadn’t put any panties on that morning and my fingers were able to play with my clit and enter into my moistness without any impediment. While I was playing with myself the image of Bob’s lovely cock was gradually replaced with an image of Mr. Richardson’s almost equally lovely cock as it had grown from its flaccid state to a full erection in front of my eyes. I moved my fingers more rapidly and pulled and twisted on my clit as my breath became shallower and shallower. I closed my eyes while thinking of Mr. Richardson and his wonderful cock. Just as I came, letting out very audible sounds, Bob came back into the kitchen. My eyes opened as I heard him, but I couldn’t stop.
“Cindy, what are you doing?” Bob asked.
“Just what it looks like I’m doing. I’m masturbating. Didn’t you masturbate after you saw me naked yesterday?”
“Well, yeah, but not in the kitchen.”
“Perhaps you made me more excited than I made you,” I said.
“No way. You’re the most exciting girl I’ve ever known.”
“Thanks, Bob, with a compliment like that maybe I’ll just go to my bedroom and masturbate again.”
And that was exactly what I did.
Two days later I decided to take Mr. Richardson up on his offer of coffee and chat. I put on a light blue scoop neck tee shirt. It was sleeveless with very large arm holes. When I leaned forward you could see most of my breasts. Sometimes all. I know because I checked it out in the fitting room at The Gap before buying it. Next I put on a short white skirt. It covered about half of my thighs and was fairly decent though I knew it had good flashing possibilities when I crossed my legs. I didn’t bother with a bra or panties. I was very horny and I decided to see how far things might go with Mr. Richardson. I knew that his wife, Pat, was away visiting her sister, whose husband was ill. I also knew that Mr. Richardson loved Pat very much but I hoped he wouldn’t think that he would be betraying her just because of making love with me. I have always believed that it is the emotional attachment rather than the physical one that is important in a relationship.
Mr. Richardson answered the door and seemed pleased to see me.
“Hi, would this be a good time to take you up on your offer of some coffee or are you too busy?”
“No, Cindy, this would be a great time. I couldn’t sleep very well last night with Pat gone so I got up at four and started working. I could really use a break.”
“Great,” I said as I entered the house and followed him into the kitchen. “Do you always get so dressed just to work in the house, Mr. Richardson? I’m usually nude if nobody else is at home.”
“Don’t tell me that, Cindy, you’ll put wicked thoughts into my head.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said. “Can I get the cups down? I know where Pat keeps them.”
“Of course, and thanks.”
I turned sideways and stretched up on my toes to get the cups and saucers down from the cabinet. From the corner of my eye I could see that Mr. Richardson had discovered just exactly how big the arm holes were on my tee shirt. He quickly took a step to his right, which I hoped enabled him to see that my nipple had already become erect.
“That’s a very pretty shirt you have on Cindy,” he said.
“Thank you Mr. Richardson, I’m glad you like it. I think this color goes well on me, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, very well. But I think the style goes even better on you.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Cindy, you have beautiful breasts and that shirt displays them wonderfully.”
“Does it? I hadn’t realized. I should have worn a bra but it is hot today and I just didn’t feel like it.”
“I’m very glad that you didn’t. I hope you don’t mind my mentioning it.”
“No, not at all. I love to be complimented. I’m very insecure about my breasts.”
I wasn’t really. I know they’re okay breasts. But I suppose I really am a shameless flirt and I truly do love compliments. Mr. Richardson made us a fresh pot of coffee while we continued our sexual bantering. I told him again how nice he had looked wearing the towel the other day. I think he actually blushed when I told him how aroused the sight of his erection had made me.
“Did it really, Cindy? I wish I had known. Maybe we could have done something about it.”
“It’s not too late, Mr. Richardson, I’m still excited,” I teased.
“Well, let’s have some coffee first.”
“Okay, if you insist,” I said, trying to sound disappointed.
I sat down and began to sip my coffee. After a minute or so I casually crossed my legs. As I had expected, Mr. Richardson’s eyes immediately glanced down towards my pussy. They widened perceptibly though I didn’t know if he had been able to tell for certain that I didn’t have any panties on. After another couple of minutes I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them the other way, taking a long time in doing it.
“Cindy, that’s also a very pretty skirt that you have on.”
“Oh, why thank you, I’m glad you like it.”
“I guess you figured today was going to be really hot, huh?”
“What do you mean, Mr. Richardson?”
“Well, you said that you didn’t wear a bra because it was so hot. And it looks like you didn’t wear something else, too.”
“Oh, you mean that I don’t have any panties on? Actually I don’t wear panties most of the time, whether it’s hot or cold. I like the feel of air on my bare skin.”
“Aren’t you afraid that dirty old men like me might see you?”
“You’re only a few years older than I am, Mr. Richardson, and I like for dirty old men to see me. It makes me excited.”
“Are you excited now?”
“I’m always excited when I see you,” I said. “Look.”
I spread my legs and lifted my skirt, baring my pussy to his eyes. He would have had to have been blind not to see how moist I was, and he was far from blind. He got up, walked over and knelt in front of me. I took his head and pulled it into my pussy, which he immediately began to lick. He moved his tongue in little circles around my clit, then took it into his mouth and sucked on it. I think I was in ecstasy, it felt so good. I knew I was going to cum and I did, pretty loudly. He kept his tongue where it was while reaching up with his hands and touching my breasts through my tee shirt and I had another orgasm.
He pulled my tee shirt up out of my skirt and moved his hands beneath the tee shirt so that he could play with my naked breasts while still playing with my clit with his tongue. He really knew what he was doing and I was thinking how lucky Pat was as I had another orgasm. Then I asked him to be inside me. I quickly removed my tee shirt and my skirt, then I helped him off with his shirt and his pants. He was wearing boxer shorts and his cock was protruding through the slit. I reached for it and loved the feel of its smooth firmness.
“You better not do that, Cindy or I will cum right in your hand.”
“No, don’t do that, I want you to come inside me.”
“Are you on the pill or should I get some protection?”
“I’m on the pill,” I said as I slid his shorts down over his erection.
Mr. Richardson moved me to a prone position on the couch and climbed on top of me. His muscles felt very firm and nice as he carefully let more and more of his weight come down onto me. And his erection felt extremely nice as I helped it to slide into me. He began moving his cock into and out of me. I picked up his rhythm and began moving as well. I loved the friction of his cock against my clit as it entered and exited from my pussy. I put my arms around him and pulled his ass against me on each of his downward thrusts. He had a very nice feeling ass. I felt another orgasm coming and told him so.
“Me too, Cindy. I’m trying to hold off but I don’t think I can any longer.”
I went over the top just before Mr. Richardson began to spurt into me. It was a fantastic feeling and made me really glad I had come home for the summer. When both of us were spent we lay in each other’s arms. Mr. Richardson was giving me gentle little kisses on my neck, which I love. I told him what a wonderful lover he was and he said that I wasn’t half bad myself. We lay there talking and enjoying the feel of our naked bodies pressed against each other for quite some time. Then I reached my hand down in an exploratory fashion and touched his cock. It rapidly began getting hard under my touch.
“Can you do it again, Mr. Richardson?”
“Not all the time, Cindy, but today and with you, I think I can.”
And he did. It took a very long time this time around, which was heavenly for me. He let me be on top, which is one of my favorite positions as then my clitoris can get all the stimulation it needs. We were in no rush and pleasured ourselves until we both came again. Afterwards we washed up and I put my tee shirt and skirt back on while Mr. Richardson watched me.
“I hate to see you get dressed, Cindy. I would so much rather have you stay naked.”
“So would I, Mr. Richardson, but I hope it will be all right if I come back and we can do this again.
“Of course, as often as you can until you have to go back to school.”
A few days after Mr. Richardson and I had made love, I had gone out to do several errands. In the intervening time Bob and I had continued to excite one another by taking turns coming out naked to the kitchen each morning after my folks had left. We never said, “I’ll do it one day if you’ll do it the next,” but we might as well have.
When I returned from my errands the house was quiet and I assumed Bob must have gone to see Betty Ann or another of his girl friends. As I didn’t have any plans to go out anymore until the evening I walked into my bedroom to change into shorts and a halter top. When I walked in I saw Bob lying on my bed. In one hand he was holding a pair of my panties over his face and breathing in their aroma. The lid was off my dirty clothes hamper so I assumed they were panties I had already worn. Bob’s other hand held another pair of my panties, white transparent ones, which he had wrapped over his cock and was masturbating into. He was too far gone in his exertions to see me. As I watched Bob groaned; his hips lifted off the bed and he filled my panties with his cum. Because they were transparent I could see just how much cum he shot into them. I was very impressed.
“That would have made a lot of babies, Bob,” I said.
He opened his eyes and saw me, with shock and almost terror on his face.
“Cindy, I, I um, …”
“Yes, Bob? You wanted to tell me why you’re lying on my bed masturbating into my panties?” I tried to say it in a scolding manner but I was secretly pleased.
“I’m sorry, Cindy. After you left earlier I was thinking of the way you looked this morning in the kitchen when you were doing the dishes without any clothes on. You are so beautiful and you have such a wonderful figure. I just couldn’t help myself.”
My face softened and I smiled. Then I asked, “Do you like sniffing my used panties, Bob? Is that actually exciting for you?”
“Of course it is, Cindy. They combine the smell of your perfume with, you know, the way you smell, no, that doesn’t sound right, your aroma down there.”
“And you like that?”
“Well sure. You smell really good. Don’t your boy friends tell you so?”
This question put me on slightly dangerous grounds because although I had told Bob that I had a few different boy friends during my first year at university, I hadn’t gone into any detail on just what things those boyfriends and I had or had not done.
“I guess the subject didn’t come up,” I said rather lamely.
“Well I can assure you that you do.”
I looked down at Bob’s receding penis which my cum stained panties now covered completely. Bob’s erection had been so large that before my panties only covered a fraction of it.
“I’d better wash those right away. I wouldn’t want Mom to see them when she does the laundry.”
“Yeah, I guess so. I hadn’t thought about that, Cindy. I’m sorry. This wasn’t something I had planned to do. It just happened.”
“Well, at least I got to see it happen, Bob. It was very exciting for me. So much so that I really need for you to leave so that I can masturbate.”
“Couldn’t I stay and watch? You watched me, after all.”
“Yes, but without your knowledge. I don’t know if you could even have gotten hard if you had known that I was standing there watching you.”
“Sure I could have, Cindy, it just wouldn’t have taken me as long.”
While we were talking, the excitement I had already felt from the moment I stepped into the room and saw Bob’s hand moving my panties up and down on his cock became even greater. I didn’t tell Bob that he could stay, but I didn’t tell him to leave, either, as I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. I’m not sure why but I had worn a bra that day although I usually don’t. I unhooked it and took it off.
“I love looking at your tits, Cindy,” Bob said while still lying on my bed.
“Do they look pretty to you Bob?”
“You know they do. You have wonderful breasts.”
“I wish my nipples were bigger,” I said as I touched them with my hands and began to play with them. They responded rapidly to my touch and became erect. They are okay but I wouldn’t mind if they were a bit bigger. My breasts are fine, it is just my nipples that I would like to have larger. I like their color, though, because I think the light pink is pretty.
I glanced over at Bob. He had dropped the panties he had masturbated in onto the floor and was caressing his cock with the other pair of my panties. His cock hadn’t yet reached a full erection but it was already quite impressive. Looking at it made me even moister than I already was. I undid my skirt and stepped out of it, tossing it onto a chair. I was now wearing only red thong panties.
“That’s a pretty color on you, Cindy,” Bob said encouragingly.
“Thanks,” I said as I peeled them off. “How is the color off of me?”
“Even better. You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Bob, I’m sure you say that to all of your girl friends.”
“No I don’t,” Bob protested. “Well, maybe to one or two of them, but with you it is really true.”
I looked over at Bob’s cock. It had regained all of its previous length and girth. It looked absolutely delicious. As I watched it I moved my right hand to my breasts and began to tweak first one nipple, then the other. My left hand moved of its own accord to my pussy and felt how wet it was. Then it began to play with my clit, re-moistening itself from time to time by sliding deep into my warm, very moist vagina. My knees were getting weaker and weaker. I knew I couldn’t stand any longer so I sank down on the bed, next to Bob.
Almost immediately his hand moved over on top of mine on my breast. “Let me do that for you.”
He was being as gentle as I had been to myself but his hand nevertheless felt different, stronger, more exciting as he caressed my breast and then took my nipple between his fingers. He squeezed it and gently rolled it and I could both feel and see it getting bigger and longer under the insistent pressure of his fingers. Then, while my hand was on my clit, squeezing and tweaking it, his other hand moved to my vagina and he inserted a questing finger into me. I almost came right then and there. A minute later, when he added another finger into me, I did, writhing and screaming on the bed. He kept his fingers in my vagina and on my nipple, not moving but not leaving either, until I had calmed down and was back to myself. Then he began his movements all over again.
I reached over, hesitantly, and traced my finger tips over the length of his cock, which was huge and thick. And felt wonderful to me. In a few seconds I wrapped my hand as far around his cock as it would go, which didn’t seem all that far, leaving almost as much of it bare as was the part that my hand covered. I moved my hand up and down the length of his shaft and marveled at how firm it was. I couldn’t believe he had just come a few minutes ago and was able to become so rock solid stiff this soon after. I don’t think I had ever felt a cock as steely hard as Bob’s was.
“Bob,” I whispered, “put it into me, please.”
“I’ve been dying to do that for years.”
Bob started to climb on top of me. “No, not that way, Bob. Fuck me doggy style.”
Bob moved his leg off of me so that I could turn over and raise up onto my hands and knees, presenting my ass to him. Then he got onto his knees behind me and gently caressed my ass cheeks with his cock. My ass tingled from the pleasure he was giving me. Bob then moved his cock between my legs and onto, but not yet into, the warmth and moistness that was there. He was teasing me and I loved it. I reached my right hand back and played with my clit while Bob’s erection was teasing my vagina.
“Bob, I’m moist enough, you don’t have to be gentle. Push it in all at once. I want to feel all of you deep inside me.”
The words were barely out my mouth before Bob slammed his huge tool into me. I gasped as it pushed deeply and oh so strongly into the dark wet warmth of me. I felt so wonderful that I thought I would just die from happiness. Then Bob pulled it all the way back out again and I could feel cool air on my vagina. But not for long as Bob plunged again into me. This time when he pulled back he didn’t pull all the way out of me but left the head of his cock in me before plunging once again into me. Soon he began pushing rhythmically back and forth into and out of me, but always deeply, so very deeply. In another few minutes I came for the second time, as noisily and completely as the first time.
Bob rested, still inside of me, while waiting for me to recover, then he resumed his forward and back motions. I didn’t know if he had done it this way with one or all of his girlfriends, but he was certainly very adept at it. My hips moved back to meet his cock as it entered me, and forward again as his cock receded from me. Bob’s hands were on my ass but occasionally he leaned further over and caressed my nipples with both of his strong hands. It didn’t take long before I came again, as loudly as before.
“Cindy, are you all right? What’s wrong?”
It was our mother. We must not have heard her come in. Bob immediately pulled his still ragingly erect cock from my vagina. “Sorry, mom, I just saw a spider. I don’t know why it scared me so.”
To Bob, who was gathering his things before going through the door to our adjoining bathroom, I whispered, “Don’t worry, Bob, we’ll do this again soon.”
Bob smiled and quickly left as I pulled on my shorts and a tee shirt before going in to see our mother.
That night Bob and I stayed up to watch Leno after our parents went to bed. I think both of us were waiting only as long as we thought necessary for them to fall asleep. Before Leno was over I stood up, stretched, yawned and said that I should be getting to bed. Bob said that he would be turning in shortly himself. I said that was probably a good idea as he probably needed rest after his activities of the morning. He quickly protested that he could do what he had done in the morning twice over. I laughed and said, as I turned to go to my bedroom, that I would really love to see that. I hoped that Bob understood my meaning. After brushing my teeth and performing other ablutions I quickly undressed, pulled the covers back from my bed and lay down on it. I began to play with my nipples and my clit while remembering the feel of Bob’s enormous cock pounding in and out of me this morning. I was close to achieving an orgasm when I heard the bathroom door leading into my room being opened. I looked and saw that it was Bob. He was naked and his erection was preceding him by about ten inches or so. I stretched out my arms to welcome him into my bed, and soon thereafter, into me.
We kissed, our first time for anything other than a brotherly or sisterly kiss. I could feel his mammoth cock pushing against my vagina and my tummy as we did so while his balls were resting on my upper thighs. The tip of Bob’s penis was several inches above my navel and only a couple of inches below my breasts. I marveled again at how large he was. Doing so made me want him inside me once more. But first I wanted to taste him, something I had fantasized about doing for years. I licked the pre-cum off his tip and enjoyed the taste of it before swallowing. I couldn’t get much more than the head of his penis into my mouth but I enjoyed feeling that as I used both my hands to massage his firm shaft. He was so big that even with both of my hands on him I had to move them up or down several inches to feel the entire length of him. Bob asked if I wanted him to come in my mouth. I told him that I did, but not this time. We would have the whole summer to try different things but right now I wanted to get back up on my hands and knees and have him enter me as he had done this morning.
I rapidly changed positions and in no time I felt Bob’s erection sliding back and forth on the wetness outside my vagina. When he was good and moist with my pussy juices Bob slid his cock into me and thrust it all the way home. I absolutely loved feeling it engulf me. Bob pulled it back out and then in again. He was able to bring me to several orgasms, for all of which I had to stuff my pillow into my mouth before I felt him spurt his semen deeply into me. I let myself fall forward and Bob came down with me. He still supported himself on his arms but I liked the feel of his strong body on top of my back and my ass and my legs. When Bob’s erection had completely subsided he slid it out of me and started to get up. I turned over and pulled him back down to me, asking him to remain with me for a while. We kissed and cuddled as Bob’s fingers explored my breasts at greater length than he had had time for earlier. When he was satisfied that his fingers had memorized my breasts he moved his right hand down to my bottom and began caressing me there. That made me tingle with excitement. I had already discovered a love for anal sex and I knew that I could cum just from having my ass played with. I squirmed around like a little girl, trying to push my ass up to meet Bob’s fingers. He soon realized what I wanted and began playing with my anus in earnest.
Initially he made little circles all around my opening. Each circle sent thrills through my entire body. Then Bob put his fingers into my still very moist vagina before returning his attention to my anus which he gently probed with a moistened finger.
“You don’t have to be that gentle, Bob, I’ve had anal sex before.”
“You have? I’m surprised, Cindy. Until just now I had never even touched a girl’s ass.”
“None of your girl friends like anal sex? Or you just assumed they wouldn’t and didn’t try?”
“Well, I suppose I just assumed they wouldn’t like it,” Bob said as he began pushing his finger more and more deeply into my receptive ass.
“So, well, does it actually feel good to you Cindy?”
“Way better than just good, Bob. There is a lot more feeling in my ass than in my vagina. Don’t get me wrong. I like to have guys put their cocks into my pussy but I really can’t feel much except just where it goes in. But in my ass, I can feel every lovely inch of their erections as they slide into and out of me.”
“Would you like me to put my cock into your ass?”
“Can you get another erection so soon, Bob?”
“Take a look, Cindy, I’m already erect.”
I turned my head and looked. I could scarcely believe that Bob could have achieved another such impressive erection just minutes after shooting what seemed like a gallon of cum into me. “You certainly are, Bob. If anything you are even bigger now than you were a few minutes ago before you came. Are your recuperative powers this good all the time?”
Bob laughed and said, “I don’t think so. It must be because of you, Cindy.”
That made me feel really good, and very anxious to have Bob’s mammoth erection in my ass.
“Put it in my pussy first, Bob, so it will be nice and moist.”
Bob did so but his erection felt so good there that I almost told him to just fuck me in my pussy. But I really did want to feel him in my ass and I told him so.
“Okay, Cindy, but I think I should go really slowly so I don’t hurt you.”
“Yes please, Bob. I’m no stranger to anal sex but I’ve never had a cock nearly as big as yours in my ass before.”
True to his word, Bob gently inserted the tip of his engorged cock into my willing but small anus.
“Leave it like that for a minute, Bob, until my ass gets used to your size.”
He did so, remaining with just the tip inside me until eventually I pushed my ass upwards to take in more of Bob’s erection. With this encouragement Bob pushed against me gently but firmly as more and more of his cock disappeared into my ass. He felt incredibly, indescribably good to me. I really could feel every ridge of his penis pressing against the thin membrane of my ass. I wasn’t sure how long an object could be safely inserted into an ass but I soon discovered that it could be at least ten inches long as I felt Bob’s heavy balls slapping my buttocks. By now he was sliding into and out of me with ease and I was loving the feelings his movements were engendering. I tried to caress Bob’s ass while he was pounding into mine but I found that difficult to do so I relaxed and simply enjoyed the feel of his massive cock plunging deeper into my ass than anyone had ever done before. When I felt Bob tense for his ejaculation I went over the top myself and we came almost simultaneously. Bob shuddered for several long moments before expending the last drops of his semen into me. Then he collapsed on top of me but quickly turned me onto my side with his cock still in my ass as we rested and tried to catch our breaths.
Just then we heard the door to our parents’ bedroom open. Our mom called out, “Cindy, are you all right? You screamed.”
Bob quickly pulled his softening penis out of my ass and leaped off of the bed and ran to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him just as our mom opened the door to my bedroom. I barely got the sheet over me before her eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room.
“I’m all right, mom, I was having a nightmare. I was making apple strudel and the dough kept rising higher and higher, taking over the whole house.”
“That’s a silly dream, Cindy, but I’m glad you’re all right.”
Mom sniffed, then said, “Your room is awfully musty. You should open the window wider.”
“Yes, it does smell a little funny in here. I’ll do that. Thanks for looking in on me, mom, I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, dear, now try to get some sleep without dreaming about strudels,” mom said as she walked out of my room and closed the door behind her. I raced to the window and opened it, wondering if mom could possibly not have recognized the aromas that permeated my room. Whether she did or not she didn’t say anything about it. Bob and I spent the rest of the summer being naked with each other every morning and making love every morning and every evening; even the nights when Bob had dates with his girlfriends and made love to them. As I said, he has amazing recuperative powers. And oh yes, I did get to taste his seed. A very copious quantity of it. My mouth was too small to take his erection completely into it but I did the best I could and Bob erupted with spasm after spasm of semen. I tried to swallow as each spasm occurred but I couldn’t ingest all of it before my throat was hit with another spasm. I can testify that Bob tasted very good. That time and many more times over the course of the summer.
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