Cindy's Place

The key wiggled in the lock slightly as Cindy turned it in the door. She cast a look over her shoulder at Bradley and Daisy, who was still hanging limply off of him, while he made a concentrated effort to look anywhere but at her expansive chest. Cindy nodded to him and held the door open, he took the hint and stepped past her and over the threshold with Daisy, her bare feet fumbling clumsily over the raised lip of the doorway. Her shoulder blade knocked into the arm Cindy was using to keep the door open, and Cindy faltered, her hand leaving it. It swung closed, and before either her or Bradley could do anything about it, the heavy front door smacked Daisy harshly on her bare backside. The unfortunate Miss Halloran gasped as her cheeks wobbled inwards against one another, sending bolts of lightning shooting through her butthole — the dildo's lingering effects — she fell forwards, dragging Bradley down with her. "Shit! Sorry, Daisy!" Cindy called, rushing in to see to her.

On the floor, Bradley found his face buried between Daisy's D-Cups, the flat, gentle curves of her inverted nipples brushing each of his cheeks. Below the chest, the rest of her nude form was effectively mounted atop Bradley, the trim little hill of her tummy was pressing into his solar plexus, and her legs were tangled around his, her pussy tickling his stomach where his t-shirt had ridden up. "H-h-help!" He whispered, eyes looking behind Daisy at Cindy. Cindy couldn't help but laugh, seeing how horribly awkward Bradley was, trapped between that ginger bombshell he'd no doubt spent a significant amount of time fantasising about in their shared Science class. The image of Daisy clad in a labcoat and round spectacles, her red hair cascading down the white, sterotypically scientific garb, a tight little black skirt hugging her figure beneath it, and a too-small blouse threatening to fall beneath the might of Daisy's tits came to her, and as she leaned down to help Daisy up, she suppressed another fit of giggles.

"Come on, sister!" She said, cheerily, putting her hands around Daisy's waist and lifting her into a standing position. She helped Daisy turn, and stared determinedly into her flushed face as it came back into view; even Cindy was having trouble keeping eye contact, the great, round swells of Daisy's breasts were so very, very visible, blurred by her peripheral vision into what looked like an approximation of large, twin scoops of vanilla ice cream, topped by an enticing, bulbous cherry. Cherries, Cindy thought, now there was something familiar. She gave Daisy a reassuring smile, then gestured upstairs. "Let's go and get you some clothes, yeah? Bradley's ok, just a little...shaken."

Bradley was slowly sitting up, a hand placed conspicuously over his crotch, as if hiding something. Daisy nodded, then turned and put a hand on the banister of the nearby staircase, placing a foot on the first step, then the next on the second. She glanced back at Cindy, as if unsure of herself, and Cindy made a pushing motion with both hands. Daisy continued up the stairs, presenting quite the view as her backside swayed back and forth, step-by-step. Cindy followed on after her, shooting Bradley an awe-struck look, allowing her mouth to hang open as she brought up her hands in front of her chest and made a spherical motion, and mouthing 'Those Boobies?!'

Bradley seemed unsure if he was allowed to agree or not, but Cindy wouldn't let it go. She looked up at Daisy's backside and pointed at the small hint of vulva peeking out from between her legs, then cupped her hands together into an oval shape and put her tongue through the hole between them. Bradley blushed, which set Cindy snickering silently, before she hurried up the stairs after their guest. Despite having always considered herself to be as straight as an arrow, Cindy would be remiss to pretend the view she had of Daisy's back half as she walked up the stairs behind her didn't carry with it a certain hypnotic effect. Christ was the word that came to mind, as she stared up at the gently flushed lips of Daisy's vulva, sandwiched between a tight pair of cheeks that just wouldn't quit. She wondered if she looked anything like that from behind, if Bradley had been similarly dumbstruck when he'd had her bent over that sink back at College; god, she hoped so. Daisy seemed to sense eyes on her, because the next thing she did as she arrived on the landing was slide a hand over her vulva to cover herself while she waited for Cindy to join her. Cindy couldn't help but feel a little sad, it wasn't unlike watching the Sun disappear behind a bank of clouds. Still, Daisy seemed less concerned about her titties still being out and about, so under the guise of having nowhere to else put her eyes, given the fact that she was a few steps lower down than her and looking up, Cindy switched to shamelessly ogling Daisy's chest. Faint flecks of freckles encircled the redhead's nips, her complexion becoming smoother further out. There was also a strong, tight curve to them, despite their size, the underboob beginning abruptly near the bottom of each tit, and ending in a crease so deep you could store your car keys in it.

"D-do you have any spare bras?" Daisy asked, putting her arms around her stomach defensively, which really only highlighted her boobs even more. "Hm?" Cindy asked, eyes boring into the dark recesses of those nipples. "Oh...oh, yeah..." she couldn't help but notice a note of disappointment in her own voice, as if saddened by the idea of those beauties ever being hidden away inside a bra. "Just...this way," She reached the top of the stairs and looked straight ahead, trying to wean herself off of the mesmerising sight of Daisy's chest. Slight bi tendencies? She asked herself, you really did learn something new about yourself every day.

She pushed open her bedroom door and walked casually in, resisting the urge to sneak another peek at that sexy ginger minx over her shoulder, then went to her wardrobe and pulled it open, sifting through it for the underwear. "Panties, too, I'm assuming?" She gave Cindy a questioning look.

"Y-yeah, if it's not too much trouble."

First, Cindy brought out a bra. E-Cup, of course, but it was better than—Daisy's nipples popped up in her mind's eye again—nothing. She threw her the bra, and Daisy caught it deftly, slipping it on and clipping the front closed. The instant they were properly covered, Daisy placed her hands over the cups and breathed a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Cindy went back in and kept rummaging around for a pair of panties, eventaully managing to extract a nice little pair she was sure would fit her big-breasted borrower. Only problem was...

She spun round and held the panties up in front of her. Printed on the front were a set of words in a bright red, sparkly font: THIS PUSSY IS THE BOMB!

Similarly printed on the back, across the seat right where the undies would sit over the arse: I'M A LITTLE TEAPOT, SHORT AND STOUT; JUST BEND ME OVER AND PUMP ME OUT

Cindy pursed her lips. Vaguely insensitive, given the state they'd found Daisy in, but then beggars couldn't be choosers, could they? She handed the panties over wordlessly, and Daisy quickly put them on, struggling with the back for several moments as she tried to fish it out of her arse crack and keep it from re-entering, her pert cheeks continuously threatening to swallow the material whole. At last, she abandoned all sense of decorum and put her hand down them, trying to push the back out and away from the cleft of her backside, jumping up and down on the spot as her frustration mounted. Cindy was trying very hard not to look, since even with the bra, Daisy's assets up top was reacting quite violently to the motion. With an annoyed grunt, Daisy grabbed at the material, stretching and twisting it at random, then flung the panties down to her ankles. "I can't get on with the—" she was interrupted by another voice. A male voice.

"You're back early," The voice called out as the door swung open. Cindy looked over to see the face of her brother as he walked in, and then back at Daisy, as her irritated expression slowly faded, being replaced by one of escalating panic, perhaps something to do with the fact that her bright ginger pubes—and the thing they were doing a poor job of concealing—were still uncovered.