The Daring Naughty Sleepover 7

The Daring Naughty Sleepover 7 (ff, Mff, mff, exhibitionist, Young)

Summary – Cindy and Stacy have a date.

Previous Chapter Summary – Cindy and Stacy start their new job cleaning Mr. Wilson’s home.

Note – This is a work of Fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don’t be a dick with other people’s lives!

Cindy waited in her bedroom. She was wearing her baby-blue panties and nothing else. She had just finished her shower. Any moment now…

She heard soft footsteps in the hallway. The doorknob turned quietly and the door opened quickly. Cindy’s father stood in the doorway. His mouth opened as if he started to say something. It stayed open. He stared at his daughter’s near naked body. His eyes traveled down from her perfect teenage tits, to her soft hips, and then to her panty-covered pussy and long shapely legs.

Cindy screamed. She covered her breasts, crouched low, and crossed her legs to hide her pussy from her father.

“Mom!” Cindy yelled. She squeezed past her father and ran from her room, her arms crossed trying to control her large, bouncing, breasts.

“Mom!” Cindy said, finding her mother in the master bedroom. “Dad keeps opening my door without knocking! It’s like he’s trying to perv on me on all the time or something! Can’t I have a little privacy around here?”

Cindy’s father walked up behind Cindy. Her mother glanced at him and caught him smiling sheepishly while admiring her daughter’s ass.

She made up her mind quickly. “Todd, I think it’s best if we both start respecting Cindy’s privacy,” Donna said sharply. “Cindy, were sorry. From now on we will knock on your door if we need anything. And, if you promise to keep your room clean, there won’t be any reason for us to go in there at all. Right Todd?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” he said.

“Thanks, mom!” Cindy said. She dropped her arms and exposing her breasts. This time, Todd caught Donna staring.

“Just keep your room tidy, Cindy,” her mother said. “Oh, and speaking of perving, why did you move your bed under the window? Mr. Wilson might be able to see you, you know.”

“Jeesh, mom!” Cindy replied. “It’s not like I’m prancing around naked and putting on a show for the old geezer! I just like the sunshine waking me up and looking at the stars at night!” It was only a half-lie.

“OK, I’m sorry dear,” Donna said. “Just pull the curtains when you are changing, OK.”

“Absolutely,” Cindy said. “OK, I’m going to bed now.”

Cindy walked past her father, who openly stared at her large breasts as she walked past him. He licked his lips while thinking about how nice they would taste and how firm they would feel in his hands. Then, he met his wife’s withering glance.

Cindy walked into her room, turned on the light, and opened the curtains. She pulled a vibrator from her stash of sex toys hidden in her bedroom air duct – one of the hiding places Mr. Wilson had recommended – and laid on her bed naked, slowly teasing her pussy with it, putting on another show for Mr. Wilson. It was such a turn on knowing he was watching her. She orgasmed thinking of him stroking his fat cock and shooting his thick load while staring at her teenage body. Finally, she turned off her light and went to bed.

Mr. Wilson put down his video camera and returned to editing his movie.

“Hey, Uncle Chuck!” Stacy said, climbing into Mr. Wilson’s car. Cindy followed her. “Thanks for picking us up from school Mr. Wilson, I mean, Chuck.”

“No problem girls,” he said, driving past the big buses and the line of cars waiting to pick-up other school students.

“Oh! I tried that thing you mentioned? Letting my dad catch me naked? Stacy said. “It worked! He stared at my naked tits and pussy until I screamed and ran to tell my mom!”

“You were naked?” Cindy exclaimed? “What a whore! At least I wore panties!”

“You’re still a slut,” Stacy replied. “Showing off your big, fat, titties to your daddy.”

“Whore!”

“Slut!”

“Did you bring your money to deposit in the bank?” Mr. Wilson asked, interrupting the young girl’s teasing.

“Yeah, it’s in our purses,” Cindy said. “Fifteen hundred dollars.” She was in awe, thinking about how much money they had made in just one long weekend.

“Oh, I brought you a gift,” Mr. Wilson said. “It’s in the bag on the floor.

Cindy picked it up. Inside were two photo albums, one with Cindy’s name on the cover, and one with Stacy’s. “Cool!” Cindy said, handing Stacy her album. She opened it to the first page.

“You made us a memory book, like we talked about!” Stacy squealed.

“OMG!” Cindy screeched. “Hey, Stacy! This is from the pool party for my birthday last year!” The picture showed a bunch of girls in swimsuits having fun in and around the pool. “My tits were a lot smaller then,” she added. Then, she realized Mr. Wilson must have taken them from his upstairs bedroom overlooking her house. “Gee, Mr. Wilson, perving on a bunch of teenage girls!” Cindy said smiling, as she flipped the pages. She noticed a lot of close up pictures of her face, tits and ass, as well as other pictures of her, Stacy and the other girls playing, splashing and having fun.

Stacy exclaimed, “Look, here’s us at your pool Saturday! I got my fingers up your ass! And here we are wearing our maid’s uniform. Oh! Here’s us sucking Mr. Wilson’s cock!”

“Thanks Uncle Chuck,” Stacy said, leaning over and kissing Mr. Wilson on the cheek.

“Yeah, thanks a lot!” Cindy added. “It’s really nice of you, and a great way to remember all the fun we have been having. But…we better leave them at your house, for now.”

“Chuck, I’m getting horny. Can I play with your cock again?” Stacy asked. She was feeling a little aroused, but she also wanted to keep Mr. Wilson happy and horny too.

“Sure!” Mr. Wilson said. “We still have a while before we get to the bank.” He pulled out his cock for Stacy who immediately began tugging on it.

Cindy felt left out so she pulled down her top and played with her nipples as they drove through town, crouching low in her seat.

They arrived at the bank, but not until Mr. Wilson drove around the block a few times, not wanting Stacy to take her hand off of his cock. He parked in the bank parking lot.

“You’re going to have to let go of my cock, Stacy,” Mr. Wilson said reluctantly. “I can’t walk in there with an erection, though I’m sure everyone would understand, with you two pretty girls at my side.”

“Aw, how nice of you to say that,” Cindy said, tucking her boobs back into her blouse.

Stacy continued to stroke him. She was smiling.

“Well, it’s true,” Mr. Wilson said. “Uh, Stacy? I can’t walk into the bank with an erection.”

“Boner number…? Oh hell, I lost count,” Cindy said.

“Seventeen,” Stacy replied, still stroking.

“Did you count the boner I gave Uncle Chuck last night?” Cindy said. “You were watching me through the window, weren’t you, Chuck?”

“Uh…, I might have been,” Mr. Wilson said blushing.

“Eighteen,” Stacy said.

“What about our dads?” Cindy said. “I’m sure my daddy had a boner after perving on my tits yesterday.

“Mine too,” Stacy added. “He even tried to hide it! That makes twenty.”

“And what about the boys at school today?” Cindy said. “Kevin was staring at my titties all first period.”

“And Mr. Clinker in Chemistry this morning! I forgot to tell you! He was staring at my nipples after I asked him a question. Of course, I gave them a pinch first. I even saw him licking his lips! He couldn’t take his eyes off of them!”

Stacy pinched her nipples hard to show Mr. Wilson what her stiff nipples looked like in class – they were now pert and erect, puffy and pointed. “Oh, and the football team watching us jog around the track. Ought to be a few boners in that group.” Stacy added. “You know Cindy, you really should wear a sports bra when you jog.”

“I know that now,” Cindy replied. “These puppies were flopping all over the place!” Cindy alternately jiggled each her bra-less breasts with her palms, making them bounce and wiggle.

“Uh, girls,” Mr. Wilson began. “If you don’t stop, we are never going to make it to the bank.” He glanced down and motioned to his straining erection, his eyes pleading with the girls to stop their teasing.

‘Oh!” Stacy said, realizing she was still playing with his cock.