Squeaky Bum Time

Daisy sat bolt upright in Cindy's bed, clad in one of Justin's old football shirts, the thing hanging off her frame and looking comically oversized at that, the bright red colour drawing extra attention to the large gap between the collar and the skin beneath. Bradley swallowed, sneaking a furtive glance at the white flash of Daisy's borrowed bra, visible as she shifted her position under the covers. She kept looking down at his cock for the smallest fraction of a second, before returning her gaze to his face. "Is this a joke?" She said, incredulous. "Watch you?"

Bradley grimaced, again resisting the urge to move his hands down to try and cover his erect member. "I...in the shower," he added, cheeks glowing. "Cindy and me, we're..." his cock stretched up a mite further, as the thought of Cindy waiting for him patiently on the floor of the shower came back to him. "We—we're having fun...and she dared me to come to you like...like this, and..." he looked at the corner, trying to focus on anything at all but the tight, stiff feeling in his dick. Daisy stared at him for a time, then pulled back the covers and swung her legs off the edge of the bed, turning her head to the side to maintain eye contact. "She put you up to this? Really?" A pensive expression formed on her features, and she swept her red curtain of hair back over her shoulders, peering down at her toes as she swung her legs back and forward in the air. "I...I don't think so, no," she said, at last. "Recently, I..." Her voice was heavy with something, and Bradley wondered just what had happened to her as she closed her eyes and fell silent.

He stood there awkwardly for another few seconds, then walked gingerly over to the end of the bed and sat on it, grateful for the opportunity to finally have his cock be safely out of her line of sight and pointing away from her. "I, uh...don't know the specifics, obviously," he started, feeling the mattress deform beneath him. "But it must have been bad, whatever it was. I get it, if...if the answer's no, but..." he sighed, unsure of what he was even trying to get across. "Cindy's a nice girl, great, actually...and not just cause of the sex."

"No?" Daisy looked over her shoulder at him, the ghost of a smile barely manifesting there on her face. Bradley shook his head, "No. She's...I feel good around her, comfortable, like. I feel like she wants me around. It's good, to feel wanted."

They lapsed into silence, the only sound that of their gentle, steady breathing. "It is nice," she piped up, just as Bradley was going to stand up and leave the room. His head swivelled back round to look at her, and he saw her smile was a little wider, while a curious sparkle pooled like starlight in her eyes. She shifted her position on the bed so that she was on her knees, then crawled over to the end of it. When she reached the edge, she got to her feet and stood up on top of the mattress. The extra height the bed added to her meant that Bradley was looking right up her shirt, and with a start, he realised he couldn't see the pale glint of the underwear Cindy had given her anymore. But then...that meant...

His train of thought was interrupted by her stretching the front of the shirt out, lifting it up and over his head, then placing it down over the back of his neck. Instantly, the light of the lamp was blotted out, and he found himself in the dim space of the shirt's roomy interior, face-to-face with her pussy. "Catch me," she whispered, and his arms were up before he could even fully register what she'd said. She slipped down into them and he caught her handily. Daisy spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist during her landing, the result being that Bradley was suddenly treated to an intimate audience with Daisy's D-Cups while he stood there, head still inside her shirt. "To the bathroom?" she asked, and he nodded, turning and heading toward the door from memory as best he could. During the walk back to the bathroom, he felt Daisy's lower half resting lightly against his erect cock, her pussy rubbing teasingly up and down it. "Do you like my boobs?" she asked him, and he nodded his head as hard as he could. "Good," she said. "Because I...think I like you. You're kinda cute, and you're...big. Bigger than I expected." There was a sultriness to her tone, and it set Bradley's prick straining eagerly against her pussy. He tried to keep his cool, but when he pushed her back into the door to get it back open, he let out a loud snort, turned on even more by the sensation of her lips sinking in around his shaft. Staggering blind into the bathroom, he heard Cindy's voice call out, "Nice of you to join us, Daisy!"

Daisy chuckled politely, then began to shimmy out of her shirt, causing it to rise up and over Bradley as well. Her tits came into view properly with each wriggle she performed, and in short order the shirt was being shrugged off up and over her head, falling onto the floor next to them. Bradley got a good look at Daisy's body again now that the light had returned, and he paid particular attention to those softly-freckled breasts of hers, resisting the urge to lick his lips when he contemplated her nipples—still puffy and inverted. "Can I get down?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. Bradley nodded again, and set her down, wincing at the feel of her pussy sliding down the length of his cock in the process. Daisy stood, naked and still a little unsure of herself, one arm cradling the other, framing her tits wonderfully. Bradley had a great deal of admiration for what she had to show, but a loud, repetitive squeaking sound drew his attention away from her.

Turning his attention back to the shower, he broke out into a smile at what he saw there, since Cindy had put on a show for them as her own special form of greeting: she was currently pushing her soapy butt cheeks up against the shower glass, smearing them round in circles, the bubbles forming and dispersing anew with each set of motions as those beautiful buns squeezed together, in turn forcing lines of lathery water into her crack. Bradley wolf whistled, which set Cindy laughing.

She looked at him, still overcome with joy, dipping low and bending forward, pressing her vulva's smooth lips up against the glass. Daisy looked between her and Bradley, then nodded. "I think...I think I want in," she said, sounding confident for the first time since they'd encountered her. Cindy let out a loud cheer, rubbing herself against the glass with added intensity for effect. "Well, come on in, then! The water's hot...and so am I!"

Bradley took Daisy by the hand and led her into the shower. He noticed her wince as the hot water splashed down onto her. He shot Cindy a look as if asking for permission for something, and she nodded enthusiastically. Having been given the green light, Bradley leaned in and planted a kiss on each of her breasts. Daisy smiled sheepishly, placing one foot over the other and hugging them protectively. "Is this...real? Do you really want this?" she gazed searchingly into Bradley's eyes, then did the same for Cindy.

Cindy smiled warmly, then disengaged herself from the glass behind her, creating an audible plop as her pussy broke off from its long, lingering kiss with the smooth surface. She stepped in-between Bradley and Daisy, and for a moment panic flared up in Daisy's eyes, as if she were flashing back to something traumatic...but then the moment passed, as while Cindy was facing Daisy, she reached down through her own legs to grasp Bradley's cock, stroking it lovingly. "W-what are you going to do?" Bradley questioned, shivering at her touch. "Her, and me...with you," Cindy said. Then, she backed up into him until her backside was flush with his pubic mound, standing on tiptoes to keep his cock underneath her, and bidding him to step forward in tandem with her. His cock was protruding out from between Cindy's thighs, and the effect was that it looked in some vague, hazy way as if it was sprouting out of her. Daisy examined it closely, then searched Cindy's face for answers, but saw only the second most devious grin she'd ever laid eyes on before Cindy pulled Bradley closer to her, and inserted the head of his dick neatly between Daisy's subtly-flushed labia.

Daisy exhaled, and as if she were taking it as a cue, Cindy pressed her tits into Daisy's, warm flesh against warm flesh, nipples flush with nipples; the shower was once again steamy for more than just one reason. Cindy stood there, manipulating Bradley's cock up and into Daisy, stroking the base of it with three of her fingers, while reaching up and stroking Daisy's now dampening hair with her other hand. "You know, you have the most amazing hair," Cindy commented admiringly. Daisy's lips were slightly parted and she was blinking rapidly, her breathing already picking up speed in response to Bradley's cock entering her. She didn't appear to have heard the compliment, so Cindy leant in and whispered in her ear, "I said: You have the most amazing hair..." on a whim, she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around in Daisy's ear canal before withdrawing. Daisy definitely noticed that, as her eyes started to focus on Cindy, while she let out a low outtake of breath. "He's..." she stopped, gulping noticeably. Cindy pushed Bradley's cock further into Daisy, and the redhead quietly squeaked, biting her lip to try and suppress it.

Cindy saw that she was trying to make herself small, suppress anything she might be feeling out of...what? Shame? Fear? That was when it hit her: the story she'd told, involving a certain Victoria Pinkwell. Of course, of course she was afraid! Cindy felt sorry for the girl, so she leaned in again and whispered in her ear, "Daisy?"

"Mm?" Daisy regarded her warily, all big doe eyes.

"Can you make a little noise for me? Just for me. I'd like to know you're enjoying yourself, I'd like to see you enjoying yourself, okay?"

Daisy struggled to respond, her mouth twitching. She couldn't even make eye contact, Cindy noted. She took her by the chin and angled her head up, forcing Daisy to look at her. "Is that okay?" she prompted. Daisy looked about ready to melt into a puddle, but she held herself together admirably, and gave a shaky little nod at last. "Good," Cindy beamed, giving Daisy a kiss on the lips. She went to pull away, but Daisy touched the back of her neck and held her in place, pushing into her with her mouth. The gesture made their breasts press more tightly into one another. Definitely Bi, Cindy told herself, before breaking off the kiss. With her mouth unoccupied, Daisy started panting. Now there was the kind of reaction Cindy had wanted, and as if to celebrate, she gave Bradley's cock a powerful stroke, then disentangled herself from between him and Daisy; her and Daisy's tits separated with a small pop, and straight away Cindy was crouching in front of Bradley, beckoning for Daisy to come join her. Daisy played the blushing bride well enough, but the look in her eyes betrayed her as she knelt beside Cindy on the floor, watching with rapt attentiveness as Bradley's cock waved from side to side in front of them both. All the while, the water gushed over them both, running down their fronts, tickling their breasts. Small quantities of it pooled in their laps briefly, before sliding away through the gaps in their thighs. Bradley's cock loomed, and when Daisy looked over ready to take after Cindy's lead, she saw the horny brunette already had her tongue out and splayed over her lower lip. Bradley decided to have a little fun at her expense, and briefly dangled his dick in front of her before abruptly jerking it away from her reach. He repeated the process a few more times, and Cindy grew so impatient to suck his cock that she banged a fist against the shower floor, making a small splash that flicked back onto her.

"Bradders!" She whined, her expression cross. "Stop screwing around! I wanna lick it!" Bradley laughed, and let go of his cock again, letting it droop down so that the tip was aiming right at her mouth. When she came up to meet it, Bradley went to pull it out of her reach again, but Cindy was ready for him this time; she positively pounced on him, standing to pin his arms up against the glass behind them both and putting her face close to his. "No more fooling," she warned. "I want your cock, and I want it now."

Bradley was taken aback, hardly having expected her to restrain him like this. "Cindy—"

"Don't you Cindy me, Mr..." she stole a kiss from him, then licked his nose. "We want your dick, and we're gonna take it!"

"Y-yeah?" Bradley was trying to remain the picture of confidence, but the level of dominance on display here, it was...surprising. "Daisy? Get 'im," Cindy ordered, and Bradley looked over her shoulder to see Daisy crawling through Cindy's legs, coming up just far enough to put her mouth around his cock. He felt a cold sweat coming on as the gorgeous redhead began to gobble on it, and then he got to wondering what Cindy was getting out of this.

"W-what are you gonna do?"

Cindy smiled. "It's not about what I'm doing, it's about what you're doing to me."

"I don't..."

"Mouth. Titties. Now."

Bradley nodded, relieved and a little scared all at once, as he was still very much aware of the iron grip she had on his arms. He craned his neck forward to plant his lips on her right boob, and found himself sucking on it for the third time that day. This time, however, Cindy was a lot more vocal.

"You like that baby?" She said, under her breath. "You like how that feels in there?" Bradley went to nod his approval, but he was interrupted by a shock from between his legs, as Daisy's dexterous tongue lashed on and around his bellend. A moment later, he felt another such shock when he felt her hand on his balls, cradling and rubbing them gently between her fingers. He couldn't look down at her for fear of busting too early; it was those eyes, those big fucking eyes, staring up at him while her ruby red lips smothered his cock. There was a bit of jiggle to her tits as well, as she bobbed her head up and down along the shaft, which managed to send flecks of moisture flying onto his legs. "D-d-daisy," he wanted to gasp, when she took his fullness down to the very back of her throat, her uvula slapping wetly over the head. He made a series of sounds like he was attempting to remove something from the oven without gloves, an electric charge building at the tip of his dick. Would she swallow? He wondered. She'd have to, there'd be no time for anything else...

Cindy all but fed her jugs to him, angling her chest up to his mouth while he sucked on one, and then the other. "So good..." she said, over and over again. "So fucking good..." Bradley had to agree. Greedily, he lapped and lapped at Cindy's massive tits and when she let out an almighty cry of ecstasy, he lapped at them some more. A few minutes later, he felt his cock twitch, and knew his own climax was almost with him. He allowed himself to look back down at Daisy, and when they locked eyes, she sped up, hurrying him along to the sticky, sticky end.

Bradley put his head back against the glass and hissed loudly, air escaping from between his lips like helium from a balloon. Cum was ready to make its way up and out of his balls, Daisy's hand closing around them during the process. Bradley realised then that she had popped his cock out if her mouth and was saying something to Cindy. Cindy laughed, then nodded, unceremoniously plucking her tit out of his mouth and taking a step back, releasing his arms in the process. "What's happening?" Bradley asked, bringing his knees together as he stood there, wavering on the edge of an orgasm.

"Daisy wants you to finish somewhere special," Cindy explained. Demonstratively, Daisy unfolded her legs and allowed Cindy to pull her until they were were pointing upwards, her head supported against Cindy's stomach and her back cradled in her arms. She gazed lustily up at him, her pussy centimetres from his cock, and rubbed her pubic mound, as if inviting him in. "I-I like guys to do a...a thing, when they finish," she said, almost guiltily. "I like them to...to finish in here. I...I like to fantasise about accidentally getting pregnant." She flushed a deep shade of crimson.

"What do you say, Bradders?" Cindy reached up with one hand to squeeze one of Daisy's tits. "Ready to be a daddy?"

This didn't sound like a particularly smart idea, what with the actual risk of somebody getting pregnant, but then the soft, pink hole staring up at him did look awfully inviting. He put his hand on his cock and started stroking it, eager to keep the momentum going. Fuck it, he thought. What's a little breeding between friends?