Bobbi went down the sidewalk to the tree-lined street and turned left toward her apartment. She walked a bit more quickly than she usually did. She had spent more time at Dianne and Dave's than she had intended. But it had been worth it!
She felt a strange mixture of sexual excitement and mild anger. Why, she asked herself, did Dianne have to make coarse jokes at her expense? She always found some way to twist the conversation in that direction. She knew that her sister had the hots for her boyfriend Ron. Every time they went over to the old house together, Dianne seemed to go out of her way to be nice to him. Fixing drinks, fixing him sandwiches, fixing him anything he wanted, really. Those sly innuendo's she delighted in making. Touching him at every opportunity. Damn.
She shook her head. Well, how could she blame either of them for being attracted to one another? Two good-looking people like that. It was a natural thing. Ron bathed in the attention, and Dianne enjoyed giving it. He had plenty of female admirers his own age, but of course he didn't meet many older women. Given half a chance, she had little doubt that Ron and Dianne would get it on together. But there wasn't much of that.
No, I can't really blame anybody for anything, she thought. Ron and I don't have any claim on each other. They had wade that clear to begin with. She was just a little jealous, that was all. She just wished that her sister would tone down her sexy suggestions a little. She resented the feeling of being pushed into anything. Especially sex. Men could be so damned rough. She didn't like the pressure she had often felt. Ron was better than most, but even he could be pretty insistent. He had been getting more so lately, even to the point where she had asked him to take her home the other night.
The thought of that night made her shiver. Oh, he could touch her all he wanted, and she liked it, but when he wanted to stuff that big meaty cock into her tender cunny, she just turned off. Besides, nobody could touch her as well as she could touch herself. Men seemed so rough and uncaring, wanting only to get theirs.
No, she didn't need that at all. What she needed was waiting for her at home.
She picked up her step a little, her pulse quickening at the thought. She loved the summertime, because then she could wear as little as possible. She felt almost naked walking down the sheet, most of her skin exposed to the warm late-afternoon breeze. In fact she was almost naked, wearing only sandals and the flowered top and matching briefs which amounted to little more than an exaggerated bikini. The mounds of her tits were barely restrained by the thin nylon, and threatened to overflow at any moment. If she bent over in a certain way, they would do just that, as she and Dianne had laughingly discovered earlier today out in the back yard. She had enjoyed the way Dianne's eyes had lingered on her, and her smile as Bobbi had retied the straps.
She enjoyed the titillating feeling the smooth material gave her as it slipped back and forth over her rapidly moistening slit. The thrill added to the excitement she already felt over the memory of the last half-hour she had spent at Dave and Dianne's house.
Ha! My sister thinks I'm some kind of sexual nerd. She doesn't realize what I think about most of the time. She'd really be surprised if she knew I watched her whole act from beginning to end today. And not for the first time, either.
Bobbi stopped at the corner of the busy street, waiting for the red light to change. Yes, the kitchen was a good place to watch from. From the windows she could look right into their bedroom through the big sliding glass doors that opened onto the back yard. They rarely drew the curtains. Usually too hot to fuck to think about that, she supposed. Lucky for her.
One night, though, she had wanted to get even closer. She had quietly crept out the back door from the kitchen and made her way silently to just outside the glass doom. She was afraid of being discovered, but the nagging fear only added to the surges of lust which were racking her body. She heard her sister's breathless voice from within, and it sounded almost desperate.
"Oh God, I can't stand it any longer! Suck me now, suck me now!"
She peeked around the edge of the wall, slowly and carefully so she wouldn't be seen. From where she was she could see everything.
Her sister was on her back on the bed, her legs bent at the knees and her calves dangling over the edge. She could see the open pussy lips, light glinting off their sopping sides. They were framed by a light triangle of blonde hair. And at the top of the slit, she noticed the throbbing knob of her sister's protruding clit.
She breathed in sharply and involuntarily, just barely able to contain the groan of pleasure which almost escaped her lips. The trickle in her own cunt became a stream at the sight she was seeing. She ducked back around into the safety of the concealing wall, trying to keep her breathing even and quiet. It wouldn't do to have them find her watching them like this. Spying on them! What if they found her? What would they do?
She hesitated, half tempted to return to the security of her private kitchen viewing room. She could see all right from then, so why not go back?
No, she decided. This place was more dangerous, but had a much closer view. She would stay. She clenched her thighs against each other, her enlarging clit sending flashes through her that made her stomach flutter. Gathering her courage together, she looked again around the wall separating her from the couple inside.
Her sister was in the same position as before but now Dave was kneeling in front of her. She could see his balls hanging below the cleft of his ass. Gently, he opened up the inflamed lips, and more of her swollen cunt came into view. More soft moans came from her open mouth.
Fumbling in haste, Bobbi's hands shot down to the hem of her pleated skirt. Lifting with her left hand, she found her aching fun-button with her right. She rubbed and caressed it fervently, thrusting her hips forward slightly with each stroke.
Now Dave lowered his head. His tongue flashed out of his mouth and the tip began to lash the tight knot of her sister's clit. She began to squirm and undulate there on the bed in reaction to his tonguing. He stopped for just a second, seeming to savor the taste of her on his tongue. Then, using his whole tongue instead of just the tip, he began to lick her entire gash from bottom to top. She saw him pause at the top to twirl around the base of her sister's red, extended clit. Then again at the end of a downstroke, he stopped momentarily to drive his tongue as far into her cunt as he could.
Bobbi felt her own approaching orgasm rushing up on her even as her sister's moans picked up in loudness and intensity. There was no long, lazy buildup to this one. This was fast. Immediate. She had never felt so excited! Her sister's cries ended suddenly in one short howl of release. She watched the body rock and buck on the bed.
Turned on by her sister, Bobbi was drowned by the tidal wave which engulfed her. She jerked, thumbing her clit, and this time could not help the guttural cry which left her. Fortunately, the couple inside was oblivious to all besides their own pleasure.
That had been some night. Later she watched again, but this time from the safety of the kitchen. It had been good, and she came again. But it wasn't as good as the first time. She had watched several times since then, but had not worked up the necessary courage to repeat her daring sneak to the glass doors.
Guess that makes me a voyeur, she thought. I should be ashamed of myself. But I'm not. I'll do it again, first good chance I get.
She realized that she was staring at the ground, lost in her erotic memory, and that the light had changed. She was surprised to see a car beside her, ignoring the signal to go. Looking inside, she noticed two young men. Although she couldn't see the driver very well, one of the guys was sticking his head out the window. After running up her body from her feet, the eyes stopped at the shadow between her well-developed breasts. After a second, the blue eyes in the square face looked directly into her own.
"Need a ride, friend? You looked a little lost."
There was a tattered sticker on the door that said GO, ROADRUNNERS, GO! Kids – Atom Southwestern State University, obviously. Football players, probably.
"Uh, no, thanks. I can find my way. Don't want you to drive out of your way."
"No problem. We're going whatever way you're going. Hop in." He smiled as he walked, motioning to the back seat with his head.
"No, I told you, I'm fine. Besides, I like to talk."
"Yeah, I can see that," he said, eyeing her trim legs again. "C'mon, we'll give you a ride."
There it was again, that old need to dominate, the same tired lines. She didn't like to be forced.
"Look, what do I have to say? I don't want a ride."
He grinned in mock disbelief. "Well, that's really too bad. Because we want to give you one. Anywhere you want, doesn't matter. What do you say?"
Her growing exasperation boiled over. "Look, if I wanted to ride, I'd take the bus, OK? Now fuck off and let me be."
His grin dissolved at her harsh words. "OK, suit yourself. Bitch," he added. The tires squealed as they turned the corner in front of her, throwing up pebbles as they went.
Why do they have to be like that? She just didn't like the way men came on to her. And it always seemed like the same approach. The only difference was in sophistication. Some guys try to pick you up on street corners, others take you out to a fancy restaurant for an expensive meal. Then they try to make you feel guilty if you won't let them stick their cocks up you for repayment. To hell with that.
In a hurry to reach her destination, she ran across the street. Only a half-block away now. She could see Mr. Giddings lounging on the front porch of his house, a newspaper in his hands and a glass of something by his side.
She felt annoyed that she even had to talk to him at all. Oh, he was polite enough, but she didn't like the way his eyes glued themselves to her whenever they had any sort of conversation together. She could almost feel the tracks they left over her body when he thought she wasn't watching him. But she didn't want to offend him in any way. You can never tell when the hot water heater might go on the blink, or when an oven door might fall off. Even at her age, she knew the value of a little feminine charm.
She prepared herself as she went up the wooden steps. Licking her lips, she put on a bright smile which exposed her white, even teeth.
"Hi, Mr. Giddings. You look comfortable."
"Oh, hi, Bobbi," he said, lowering the paper to his lap. "I am. Care to join me? I've got some cold tea mixed up if you want some. I'd enjoy some company, especially yours."
"No, I'm afraid I can't. I'm going out tonight. But I did want to give you the rent money for next month. I have it right here."
"Fine, you're right on time again. You're one of the best tenants I've ever had."
And, he added to himself, you're definitely the sexiest. He loved to watch the jiggle of her bouncing boobs inside whatever she was wearing. The way her long, dark hair brushed over her tits as she rummaged in her purse… He felt his cock begin to rise at the thought. How he would like to run his hands over her flat young stomach, over the smooth muscles of her almost boyishly small ass.
He shifted his weight slightly in the chair to ease the pressure of his swelling cock, which was trying to escape the imprisonment of his pants.
It could happen, he thought. It's bound to eventually, if I play my cards right. He took the money she handed him.
"It's all there. Now I've really got to go and get ready, or I'll be late. See you later."
"I'm sure it is," he said as he put the roll of bills in his pocket without counting it. A thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Listen, I'm going up into the mountains tomorrow. Just a day trip, nothing elaborate. I'm going to get a picnic lunch ready tonight. You're welcome to come along if you want. Na big deal, just some driving around, maybe a little walking, and I know a great little spot with trees and a stream where we can eat lunch. I know you're underage and all, but I have some great wine I'd like you to try. Wouldn't be so much fun by myself. I know you don't have a car. Be a lot cooler up in the mountains, too."
There it was again, she thought. But at least he wasn't trying to order her around like he was her father or something.
"Thanks, Mr. Giddings, but I really can't. I have to help my sister tomorrow. When school starts I won't have much time to help her out. But thanks anyway."
"OK, that's fine. I just thought you might want to get out of the city for a little while. If you change your mind, just let me know."
"I'll do that. Bye."
She made her way up the flight of stairs. She paused at the landing at the top, finally finding her key at the bottom of her purse. After going in, she shut the door behind her firmly and locked it. She looked at the clock on the table, noting with satisfaction that almost an hour was left before Ron was due to come by to pick her up.
Good, she thought. Plenty of time for my come fun.
She slumped down on the couch. She was still plenty turned on from having watched the session at her sister's. She liked to imagine Ron screwing her sister while she watched. But not in a secret, furtive way as she so often did. She liked to think of them fucking in the same room as she was in, letting her see at very close range every move they made, while she played with herself. In her mind she saw the thick pillar of Ron's cock poised at the entrance to her sister's cunt.
The picture she had conjured up thrilled her. Leaning back a little more comfortably, she slipped the top of her outfit up over her head and off. Her titties swayed on her chest as she did so. Her hands moved up to cup them, feeling their straining weight. She caressed them gently. Her fingertips paid close attention to the dark areas which encircled her upright nipples.
Whenever she did this, she liked to leave on a little bit of clothing at first. Sometimes, it was like today, when she was just wearing something skimpy and comfortable. Other times she put on a bra and panties and teased her aching flesh through the thin material until she couldn't stand it any more.
She closed her eyes and let her dream expand and change in a new direction. Instead of watching more or less quietly while Ron played with her sister, she would do it herself while Ron looked on. Or better yet, Dianne would fondle her.
"I'm going to get you off but good," Dianne said. "I'm going to touch you like nobody's touched you before." Her hand moved to close over Bobbi's crotch, the heel of her hand pressing inward an her pussy.
"Ooohhh, yes," Bobbi whimpered. "Make me come, make me come good!"
"Yeah, make her came big!" Ron exclaimed. "And after you're done, I'm gonna fuck both of you."
"But I don't like prick," Bobbi laughed dreamily.
"Don't, worry, honey. As soon as you get that fine young pussy of yours wrapped around mine, you'll like it." Ron's eyes gleamed in excitement over his own words.
It seemed odd to her that she could think about cocks like this and get so excruciatingly excited. The idea of a half-foot of thick, rigid cock jamming itself into her did not appeal to her.
Her fantasy had dissolved away, but the driving need of her body to find its release remained. Her hand moved down to touch the milky insides of her thighs. Oh, it felt so good! Spreading her legs and bending her knees, she let her hand drift up to where the elastic lightly gripped the top of her thigh. She traced the line the band made, beginning at her hips, going downward beside the concealed forest of her pubic hair, and finally stopping to caress one exposed cheek of her ass. Sweet thrills shot along her thighs. The events of the day, her rising excitement, her fantasy, and most of all the sensual capacity of her young body were combining to push her toward a super big orgasm.
She opened her eyes and peered down between the peaks of her titties to her crotch. There was something tremendously exciting about playing with herself with her shorts still on. There was no danger of her touching herself too much and too fast, sending her directly into a gut-wrenching orgasm before she was totally ready. The cloth muffled the strength of her touches so that they became sweet promises of the ultimate pleasure to come.
She stopped moving her hand for a moment, enjoying the sight of the hairs which now peeked out from under her bikini-style bottoms. Then she placed the edge of her hand directly over her tensing crotch and pushed slowly and evenly. She felt her pussy spread apart at the pressure, the lips peeling apart. She slid her hand up and down along the slit slowly. The thin material moistened gradually with the cuntal juices which were welling up from deep within her.
As exciting as such self-induced enjoyment was to her, she knew that it would be so much more fun to come with somebody. She closed her eyes again, intent on the idea which was forming in her mind.
She imagined that Dianne was sucking her demure little cunt, sucking like Dave had that one night not so long ago. She could imagine her sister's dirty tongue lingering in her humid silt, licking her up and down, back and forth, nudging her hot clitoris to heat. She would make it hard, so hard, make it stand up and quiver. Just as it was doing now!
Bobbi's hand left its place on her crotch and dove down underneath the resisting fabric. Her fingers first encountered the hair there and stoked it. By stretching her arm just a little, she forced her fingers further until they found the tumescent flesh of her vulva. She moved them up and down, spreading the cunt-juice over the whole area. Then she began to concentrate on her rapidly growing clit exclusively, bringing her to a sparkling new height of passion. Every time she felt like she was just about to let loose and come, she stopped. But with such intense stimulation, her control would not hold up much longer.
She stopped to rest on the crest of one of these waves. God, she thought, what if it were Dianne's tongue instead of my finger! It would be so incredible!
Bobbi looked down again, noting the dark patch of wetness that had spread on her briefs. Yes, it was almost time, but just a little bit more of this to set her up right for the big moment. So thinking, she lifted her midsection enough to slip the bottoms down over her thighs. She lifted her legs so that the briefs could be taken off entirely and put aside. Her knees pressed into her breasts, and she felt the hard knobs of her nipples bore into her. A little breath of air washed over her sweaty buttocks and her uptilted cunt, which now was pointed up at the ceiling.
With one hand she spread the lips, finding the opening of the churning orifice with the other. Yes, this was one of the best parts. Her virgin hole was not much bigger than her asshole. She teased at the cuntal opening with a slick finger. Her fingertip revolved around her maidenhead, feeling all the folds in the unbroken membrane. There were plenty of sex nerves there, all prepared to be stimulated.
Bobbi licked her lips. Then, her body tense in anticipation, she inserted her finger into the tiny slot up to the first knuckle. She felt the channel nip and close, as if rejecting her finger. Then she managed to relax slightly and she pushed her finger a little further in.
She hadn't moved any more than she could help, but the added stimulation brought the first tinglings of her impending climax. She withdrew her finger and hands from their positions, now lighting the wonderful feelings that she had been encouraging only a few seconds before. She had almost ruined it by getting too close to her carefully engineered orgasm! She didn't want to waste it here, like this.
Now for the real fun, she thought.
She swung her legs over the edge of the couch, got up and made a beeline for the bathroom. Her tits jiggled proudly in the late afternoon light.
She reached the bathroom and tied up her hair, leaving it piled up on top of her head in a careless heap. Then she bent over the tub and turned on the water, impatiently adjusting the handles until the water was just the right temperature. She stood and checked her hair once more to make sure it wouldn't get wet, and noticed in the mirror the little flecks of moisture that oozed in the furry triangle between her legs.
She climbed into the tub and turned the middle knob from "tub" to "shower". As she took the hand-held shower head from its hook on the wall, cold water coughed out and sprayed her. It chilled her and made her almost-bursting nipples stand out even straighter. It was painful momentarily until the water warmed up enough to ease their throbbing tightness.
Ahhhh, that's better, she thought. As the cold left her, she felt again the insistent waves her cunt was, throwing out through her. The warm droplets teased and fondled her breasts, her midriff, her back and shoulders. She relaxed under the warm, steady stream. But the tight knot within her still demanded to be satisfied.
Bracing herself against the cool tile of the wall beside her, she hiked up her leg so that her foot rested on the edge of the bathtub. Her pussy was now open. She adjusted the spray to get a sharp, hard flow of water which came together about six inches from the spout. It stung her skin as it came out.
Carefully, very carefully, she moved the nozzle, directing the jetting water directly onto her protruding clit. Her burning loins moved almost imperceptibly, her hips jerked. The thrills sweetened, focusing to a clear point of almost unbearable pleasure.
Oh yes, that's the way! Come on! I've waited and waited for this! Now, now! It's going down my legs, into my titties, shooting along my ass and into my whole body… oh, ohhh, ooohhh, yes, now, now, please, now! Come big, you sweet little thing… now, now, yes, YES! NOW!
The stinging water pounded at her. Her body jerked as the first electrifying jolt struck her. Her nipples hardened, her belly tightened, and her cunt spasmed. But the nozzle did not waver. Her head was spinning from her first come. Sweetly, she felt another building up. She jerked again as it overtook her. Then another, and another. She lost count, trying only to throw herself into each climax as it came.
"Ohhh, shit! Ooohhh, yes! Oooohhhhh, Hell!"
Her body was racked by spasm after incomparable spasm. Finally, she had all she could take.
She hung up the shower head and turned off the water, her knees weak. Her whole body shook with fulfillment.
She slumped down in a chair in the bedroom after toweling herself off. God, that had been beautiful! She felt thoroughly sated. Glancing up, she saw that it was almost time for Ron to pick her up. She would have to hurry to get ready in time.