A Streaker's Longing

CHAPTER ONE-2

Creak, creak-creak, creak! Pause. *

"Yeahhhh, it sure fits in there good," he chuckled. "Come on, get your goodies again, hey?"

Cindy's head whirled. She could not imagine her parents saying such things! Goodies and prick and "fits good in there." It was dirty, but, ohhh, what fun!

Oh, I wish I could find a man like Henry some day! she thought wistfully. Tall and strong and good looking. He could have my p***y all the time! He could play and play and I'd just c*m and c*m! We could f**k and f**k!

"Ohh--I'm--ready, honey!" came Sally's voice, dramatically.

Cindy trembled wildly, her fingers moved faster on her stinging s*x, the little nub of her pleasure. She spread her legs further and curved her crotch out, she sneaked a finger inside. She had never done that before, she had an idea that the interior of her v****a was kind of sacred, to be saved for her true love; she did not want to puncture her "cherry" that way. But there was no membrane in the way, her p***y was open for the slide of a prick! Only she had no boyfriend, she was so shy around the guys. She could not even flirt the way some of the cute girls did at school.

She pushed her middle finger away in. She nearly gasped out. It was real good. She was all slick and she just had to feel that finger going in and out, in and out, the way a prick would. Yes, yes!

"OOOOHHH!" came Sally's voice. "Ohhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh--OOOOHHH!"

The bed shook, and Cindy could picture the whole thing in her feverish mind. Her father between Sally's soft white legs, his prick going deep, his back arched, his head down on Sally's big breasts . . . her thighs shaking . . . her cunt lifted away up so he could stroke real good . . . in and out, in and out... the tension building .. . until Sally was having her goodies!

Sally's sharp whimper, a sudden quick rattle of bed springs, exploded like a rocket in Cindy's brain. Her finger went deeper into her p***y, she whipped it swiftly, the palm of her hand against her c******s. The sweet, stinging surges of her delight nearly made her shout! They washed her crotch with a new kind of intensity! The beat, beat, beat of her joy was better than she had ever, ever known!

She staggered and nearly fell, her rump working in coital cadence, her whole slender body shaking with the twinges of her sexy fun.

"Ohhh, OHHH!" came Sally's pleased exclamation. The bed had mercifully stopped vibrating.

"Very good, sweet!" Henry chuckled. "You know, you're not getting older, you're just getting better."

"Oh, you big teaser you!" came Sally's pleased giggle. She whispered something and they both laughed.

Cindy caught her breath and dropped into a chair that sat near the bedroom door. A wash of shame struck her. She jerked her hand guiltily from her tingling, wet p***y. Oh, if they ever found out she had listened in, it would be really awful. She was supposed to wait until she found a man and got married.

Other girls she knew sure had fun, though. Dee Centers, Cindy's only half-way close friend, was already "putting out." Her mother supplied her with some kind of jelly to keep her "safe." She was cute and blonde, though, and really dressed sexy in miniskirts and tight sweaters. Cindy felt so tall and awkward around Dee. But they did talk about a few things.

I get everything second-hand, Cindy thought, hearing her parents start to creak the bed again. She suddenly realized something startling. Her father had not had his fun yet. Oh, she wanted to hear that! The idea of a prick cumming was just wildly exciting.

Dee had a good looking older brother who played basketball and she had told Cindy once about how she had watched her brother Don play with his c**k! Dee had peeked through the bathroom door keyhole. Even the telling of it had excited Cindy, and later in the day, when she reached home after school, she used her hand on her p***y.

"Boy, he sure squirted a big gob!" Dee had giggled. "Right up en the bathroom wall!"

More noise from her parents' bedroom drew Cindy back to the exciting present. The bed was thumping with more vigor, there were not so many pauses. She crept from the chair and placed her ear against the door again.

"Uhhhh!" came Henry's deep voice.

"Ohhhh, honey!" Sally gasped. "Yes, yes--give it to me real hard!"

Creak, creak, creak! Thump, thump--pause. It was just agony, waiting and waiting for them to finish. They were not ready yet, though. At least, Henry was dragging out his pleasure. And Sally just loved it, she got more nice prick that way!

"Honey, you just drive me crazy!" Sally gasped happily.

"You going to c*m real big for me this time?" he chuckled.

"Ohhh--you know it, honey!"

Rattle, rattle--and then another wait. Cindy returned her hand to her p***y and gripped it, a finger oozing up into her drippy v****a. Her labia had never been so expanded, her c******s so tender and hungry for more playings. She could understand how some girls got all excited and let some guy screw and squirt with no protection at all; the sensations were simply too overpowering! Having a finger in her cunt for the first time brought it all out; she needed prick!

The bed creaked and creaked, they rested again. Henry's heavy breathing came so clearly it was almost like Cindy was in the same room with them. They made their fun last and last!

"You know, honey," came her mother's voice. "I hope Cindy doesn't ever hear us . . ."

"Well, she's eighteen, she should know what's going on by now," Henry answered. "You talk to her about s*x?"

"As much as I can, honey--I wish she had a boyfriend."

"Yeahh, I guess. But there's lots of time for that. Sports keeps her mind off that stuff."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Sally replied. "I know she's--you know, having her relief . . ."

"Well, I guess girls have to find out what it's all about, like the boys. You sure?"

Cindy felt waves of shame. Her mother knew she was using her fingers! Well, Sally had been a girl herself. Cindy's ears burned. Eavesdropping was bad, she was suffering for it.

"Honey, I know," Sally giggled. "She does it quite a lot, too."

"Guess that's better than having her get knocked up."

"Don't you want her to have boyfriends? Other girls do, honey."

"The longer she stays away from guys the better," Henry said. The bed rattled. Sally uttered a little cry of excitement.

"Ohhh, I'm ready, honey!"

"Yeahhhh!" Henry muttered thickly. The bed shook dramatically. The creaking had a louder sound. Cindy could almost see her father's prick driving, driving . . . the head swelling for the burst of his passion ... his back curved with purpose, his hips working like a piston .. . Sally's achy cunt uptilted . . . the slick, wet sliding of c**k in eager p***y . . .

Cindy pushed her finger in her cunt and lurched into the chair again. Her legs were weak, she could hardly stand when the feelings were so deep and sharp! Just a little more, faster and faster! She was going to have her fun just when her parents did!

"UGHHHH!" came Henry's cry of culmination. The bed rocked wildly, one post hit drum-mingly into a wall. He was squirting his semen!

"OHHH, OH, OH, OHH!" Sally shouted. "Ohh --OHH!"

Cindy felt her own heaven wash sweetly to the tip of her c******s. The hard, swift pulses shook her legs and arms and her titties. She bit her lip to keep from crying out! Her s*x fun had never been so good! A composite of Clint Eastwood and Joe Namath rushed through her feverish mind, she was sprawled out on satin sheets and getting a real good, hard f**k. The rattling, shaking bed beyond the door, the muffled cries of delight, seemed to make her pleasure even sharper. She was having it, having it, having it like crazy!

Still posing in front of her vanity mirror, Cindy shivered and reached down to her crotch. That had been so long ago! She had been such a dreamy-eyed kid, feeling guilty about having her fun!

She was grown up now, she had learned a lot since then. She had read books and looked at pictures, she knew every little erotic zone in her body, she knew how to make it sing sweet songs, but a lot of things had never happened the way she wanted them. Like having a steady boyfriend and letting him play with her cunt and titties. Nearly all of the girls she had gone to high school with were married, including Dee. She had nailed a big handsome construction contractor, Carl Burke; she had a big house and lots of goodies, a new slick car to drive.

Cindy had thought about getting her own apartment, but her parents insisted she remain at home, they had oodles of room, she had a fairly good job. even if it was considered man's work . . .

Sometimes Dee came by for a while and they talked about the "old days," and Dee always got around to telling how much fun she had in bed with her husband. He was ten years older than she he had "been around" before their marriage and he had taught her a lot of s*x tricks which she really loved, naturally!

Cindy opened her juicy labia with her fingers and looked at the image in her mirror. The pink, wet mouth of her cunt really itched! The dainty, un-pricked flesh quivered, puckering and twitching, like a rosy mouth. At the top of her crevice the little coral puff of her c******s was a red tip of tensing excitement.

She thought of the big streaker's c**k, the sway of it against his strong, tanned legs, and her cuntflesh quivered, more juice oozed from the rosette of p***y membranes.

Oh, it needs prick! she thought, her n*****s hardening. It's needed c**k for years but today it's just crying for man-meat! God! If I could just have him for eighteen minutes! And I don't really know what he looks like in the face! He couldn't see much of my face, either.

She began to rock her hips, she loved to move her ass when she was having her fun. She liked to pretend she was f*****g, legs wide apart, her whole crotch moving back and forth. She had studied diagrams of all different positions for screwing, and she was sure she would be a wonderful top-rider. Action was her middle name, she loved sports, she was expert in them. There could be just a little man in her makeup, she had realized that after reading some modern s*x manuals, but she had no use for other girls as s*x objects. She loved men! Her whole being cried out for prick.

Shuddering, she inserted the long middle finger of her right hand. As it entered the stinging, pulsating flower of her s*x ... as her left hand lifted to her swollen breasts, she hunched in earnest.

"Ohhhh!" she cried, feeling the sweet twinges gather in her crotch.

She could no longer see her inner cuntflesh, just the outer labia and her dark pubic hair, but the sensations were far out! She pushed her thumb against her c******s and rolled the tiny rosebud of her femininity.

"OHHH!" she moaned, hunching faster.

Years before she had taught herself how to prolong her delight, tease her cunt until she was almost ready to c*m, and then hold back--but today she had to have a fastie! And a lot more than one! She had waited and waited, it had been nearly two hours since she had streaked with the college kids . . . the ache was just beyond enduring any longer!