A Streaker's Longing

CHAPTER ONE She was parked in her delivery van on the edge of Spokane University campus, and just beyond a clump of trees she could see a group of college streakers pouring from a dorm, out onto the grass. Girls and boys both. Oh, now was her chance! She was sure she knew the course they would take . . . she had watched groups of streakers before from her bedroom window. She lived with her parents right across the road from the big library, she had an excellent view of several fraternity and sorority houses. She slid from behind the steering wheel of the florist's van, into the rear, which was nearly empty because she had delivered most of the plants and bouquets on her route. Quickly she undressed, her fingers shaky, her thin panties already wet at the crotch. She unfastened her bra, which she really did not need; her breasts had always been firm and almost too big for her slender, leggy figure. She already wore sneakers. Putting on a slouch hat and dark glasses, she returned to the front of the van. Right on time. The yelling, laughing cluster of naked boys and girls were racing toward the clump of trees near where she was parked. Heart pounding, her n*****s stiff and itchy, she waited until the streakers entered the trees. Now! She rushed from the van and dashed into the bushes, almost colliding with a slender, naked male with a big, long dangling prick. "Hey, some bod, baby!" he chortled. He wore a cyclist's helmet. Cindy shuddered, feeling more naked than she ever had in her life. Before she could answer, several youths and two girls ran into view. "Around the library now!" someone called out. Bright laughter and girlish giggles answered. Some wore Halloween masks, other wore dark glasses. A few were shoeless. One tall, wide-shouldered male with a very long, thick p***s looked curiously at Cindy, and awful waves of lust grabbed her loins. Oh, he was built like a Greek god! Two of the college chicks were hanging close to him, laughing and glancing down at his c**k. A whistle blew, the streakers yelled and started out of the cluster of trees. Cindy ran, right in the thick of it. Oh, those flopping pricks were far out I All of her old shyness vanished, she felt completely free and uninhibited. She had no trouble keeping up with the streakers, she had always been athletic, outstanding in sports in high school. Oh, I never saw a real c**k until this streaking thing started, she thought, aware of the nearness of the big, wide-shouldered student. What a prick he has! With dark glasses on she could stare and stare. The other girls nearby were staring, too. He still had his foreskin. Most of the other men were circumcised, but they did not interest her nearly as much as the big, tanned Greek god right behind her. Not half as much! As they circled the library, she felt wetness between her cuntlips. Every flash of her long legs and sway of her ass increased her excitement! Students in front of the library were yelling encouragement, cars were stopping along the road next to the campus. She saw a reporter with a camera in hand racing into position for a shot. A hand touched her rump. She shuddered and ran faster. She had to hide her awful secret; she was stealing thrills that only the students were supposed to enjoy. "Hey, look at that long-legged one go!" someone cried out. They were into the home stretch. Cindy dropped back into the thick of the streakers and as they plunged into the screening bushes and trees, she ducked down out of sight, heart in her throat. The group pounded on by her. The van was only a few yards away. She waited a few more counts and fled to the truck, lunged behind the wheel, and started the motor. She peeled out, hands so trembly, she could hardly hang onto the steering wheel. She had already planned ahead. She drove into an alley behind a vacant building two blocks from the campus and parked. She rushed back into the rear of the van, snatching up her clothes. She ignored her undies, slid into her work pants and blouse, returned to the seat behind the wheel to catch her breath. The cap and dark glasses were gone, in the back end beside her bra and panties. Oh, I loved it! she thought dizzily. Now I have to play with myself! One more trip around the lawn and I would have had an orgasm! All those lovely pricks! And that one great big, long one! I've never had a f**k in my life, but he could sure spread me out and pour it to me--any time! Gradually, some of her thrall leaked away, she had to face the cold, hard reality of her position. She had more deliveries to make, she was not a university student, she was tomboy Cindy Nevers, twenty-three years old, leading a dull, routine life, doing work men usually performed. She was an only child; her father Henry had wanted a boy, he was a great sports fan and he had encouraged her participation even though she could still feel his resentment because she was a girl. Her mother Sally could have no more children. She glanced in the rear-view mirror and examined her face. Her hair was cut short, she wore no makeup. Her features were even a bit manlike, in spite of her full mouth and large brown eyes. Sometimes when she made deliveries to new customers, they thought she was a man. Remembering some of her high school day experiences always made her bitter. The guys applauded her on the tennis court or at track meets, where she always won, but they dated the cute, soft, wiggly girls. Oh, yes. She had no hymen, as such. The family doctor had said she had obviously torn it in some athletic endeavor, and that did not really matter. What did matter was that no guy had every really tried to screw her. . . . Safely in her room at last, her deliveries done for the day, she undressed again and stood in front of her vanity mirror. Her mother was gone to a meeting, her father was at work, it was just four-thirty and she could have at least an hour to do what she had been going to do ever since she had streaked. He liked my bod, she thought, lifting her hands to her jutting, dark-nippled breasts. He stared and stared. I don't look like a boy naked! His c**k was starting to swell just a little! Oh, I wish I knew his name. Suddenly she remembered the first time she had climaxed. Her parents had taken her to a carnival, she had just turned eighteen. On the merry-go-round she had climbed on a wooden, painted horse, and the slow up-and-down motion of the mechanical beast, with the padded saddle against her crotch, her legs opened, gripping the sides, the music and the excitement . . . it had all started a sweet tingling in her p***y. The little tender spot at the top of her crevice, which she had become more and more aware of when she saw a romantic movie or watched couples kissing in the dark balcony, suddenly started turning real hot! The merry-go-round went faster, the up-and-down motions of the wooden horse quickened, her long legs gripped tighter, a dizzy kind of joy gripped her whole crotch, and then it happened! A dreamy pulsing shot from the tiny tip of her sensitivity, she nearly cried out. Her rump moved, but in the flashing, circling ride no one noticed. The sugary throbs were simply away out! It had been spring and boys and unseen pricks and wild fun all rolled into one big revealing rush of throb-by need! Afterward, in this very same room, after her folks had gone to bed, she had taken her nightie off and carefully experimented with her p***y. That tiny bud at the top of her slit was where the fun was at! She had sprawled out on the bed and played with it, faster and faster, until she had another orgasm. Oh, she didn't need any merry-go-round for excitement. She had it all right in her hand! For several weeks afterward she had hardly been able to leave herself alone. She had even dropped sports for a while. She began blushing when guys looked at her, she began wondering how a prick would feel up in her p***y. Her breasts had started developing, her hips filling out. But a horrible shyness about her boyish appearance drove her back to more sporting activities. Nobody asked her for a date . . . Then she had stared wondering about her parents and how often they had s*x. Her upstairs bedroom was some distance from their ground-floor room, but she had watched for signs and on the nights she was sure they were going to have some pleasure, she crept downstairs and along the hallway to their door. The first such trip still lingered vividly in her mind . . . "Henry, now stop that!" came Sally's pleased giggle. She had a good, full figure, she had certain feminine actions that Cindy envied, the way her bottom moved when she walked. Cindy adored her mother, she did want her to get the most out of life. "You know I like to play with your t**s," Henry laughed. Cindy shivered. They made it a fun thing! They did not get all heavy with her pleasure. Sally could no longer get "fixed", she had no worries about that. Cindy had horrors about getting knocked up, she had been too young then to be aware of sure contraceptives, although she knew some girls at school who carried their own "rubbers." The way they talked about getting laid was just rotten. A blade of light from beneath the bedroom door told her her parents did not screw in the dark! She had never seen a prick, not even a picture of one. The school books sure failed to show anything. "Oooohhhh!" came Sally's voice, dramatically. The bed creaked, sending trembles of achy need through Cindy's crotch. "Hey, you ready to c*m already, sweetie?" Henry chuckled. "Yeeessss!" Sally cried. "You kept playing with me whenever Cindy was out of the room-- OOOOHHHHH!" I saw him patting her on the behind in the kitchen, Cindy thought, trembling. That's how I knew they were going to do it. I guess he did a lot more than that. Ohhhh, what a word--c*m! How exciting! The bed creaked again, there was a sharp feminine gasp of delight and a quick thumping, like a heel striking the floor. "Oooohhh--ooohhh--ooohhh--OOHHH!" Sally cried loudly. "Ooohhh--honey!" Cindy, standing in a thin nightie and light robe, shuddered and felt her p***y turn juicy. Her right hand shot inside the robe, under the nightie and on her twitching, tingling cunt. Sally was cumming! She was having her sexy fun! Henry's pleased, soft laugh followed. The bed jiggling stopped and Sally uttered a deep sigh. "You big old teaser you!" Cindy pressed her fingers on her swelling p***y and spread her legs. She fastened her ear to the door . . . she had to hear the whole thing. It was just horribly exciting, she had never dreamed her folks played around so much. Seeing them would be even more stimulating, but she had no idea how she could do that. She touched her tender spot, all wet and tingly, and hot thrills ran up her thighs, her budding breasts began to get larger, her n*****s turning itchy. She felt really guilty about doing this, eavesdropping, but she had to learn more about s*x. Maybe she would get her hands on some rubbers in case some guy wanted to have real fun with her body! Suddenly new sounds inside the bedroom made her shiver. A faint gasp, a sigh of bedsprings, and then a very slow rhythmic creaking. Henry's prick was IN . . . they were f*****g! "Ohhhhh, honey!" Sally moaned. "Ohhh, that's so good!" Creak, creak, creak--pause. Cozy murmurs and giggles. "Henry! Don't bite my n****e!" "I'm just sucking," he chuckled. "That's mighty good pussy." Thump, thump, thump--rest. "Ohhhh!" came Sally's whimper of joy. Oh, I didn't think they talked, that way! Cindy thought, her fingers pressing harder on her tender c******s. He said it right out--p***y! Oh, I'm going to c*m! "Oh, I just love your nice big prick, honey!"