Chapter 21 - Cindy yet again - and why not!
It is likely the more you have, the more sex you want. The reproductive system becomes used to regular sex and, just like any other organ of the body, if it is used a lot it tends to grow to accommodate its usage. An athlete's heart is larger, a keen sportsperson's muscles are bigger, a keen gourmet, or glutton, develops an impressive stomach.
I am not saying my cock became larger from regular use - but would that not be fine? Can you imagine if exercise - regular exercise did make the penis grow? Can you imagine the inevitable result. There we would all be, all of us men doing strenuous cock exercises before bed - as if we didn't already! Perhaps, instead of the solo bed exercises, there is the attractive idea of the men going to the gym and the pretty Lycra clad girls helping with those special exercises. Imagine the ever so healthy instructor - almost certainly with a pony tail just like the girl I had met when out walking in the countryside - preparing an exercise regime for you with particular emphasis on developing your penis!
It would not do to display your penis at the gym; modesty would need to prevail. After all there are women there and men do not like to expose themselves erect to other men - normally. Perhaps the Lycra shorts would be made differently to accommodate the new craze. The front part able to stretch, stretch considerably, the material moulding itself around the penis so as the organ grew it would be closely clad. The growing erection perfectly moulded by the material, the glans perfectly shown, every vein of the shaft visible - and don't those body builders like to develop their veins - every detail visible but encased. Men looking in envy at someone who has really worked out. His foot long penis curving upwards from his shorts to an impressively bulbous head.
You can imagine the sportswear companies would get in on the act. The legend 'Nike,' 'Adidas' or 'Le Coq Sportif' running up the side of the Lycra or rubber clad erection. Are his shorts black, yellow or red today? And is it done to have a teat, a little reservoir at the very top in case of 'accidents' during exercise? Not for the real men!
But I did not mean that. I did not mean the penis grows from regular use. Rather what I meant is that it is likely all the glands will become used to producing the various constituent parts of semen and like, say Cindy's breasts, will produce more. Was the sultan with his harem like the bull with his herd, his penis a tap to be turned on and the semen to flow?
The young mother next door was just so convenient for me and so she got more attention than most of 'my girls.' I knew if she was in: I knew if she was out. I knew if Carson was there - not that his presence deterred me at all. Often enough I even knew when they were fucking because my bedroom was next to theirs. And it was not as if I was not welcome in their house. If I met Cindy outside I might be invited around for coffee and to play with Katy, the baby, though it was more than likely I would play with Cindy too. She was quite happy to sit drinking coffee whilst feeding Katy. Nursing bra undone and one breast out. I tried not to look - it just seemed polite - but when you are chatting away and the baby falls off, or there is a change of sides, it is very difficult to miss the big rounded boob and the sticking out nipple. Once she looked up to see me staring at her nipple. The baby had just fallen off and it was dripping and I was thinking of stopping time.
"They do that you know." I knew what she meant.
"Um yes, I suppose so, remarkable really." It seemed best to be matter of fact.
"Katy doesn't always take enough and they... well I've told you before... they get uncomfortably full."
Nice if she had offered them to me then and there. Nice if she had let me drink as she stroked my head before whispering, "fairs, fair, now let me drink your milk. I expect your balls get uncomfortably full. Let me see." I could imagine that. Cindy getting down on her knees, opening my fly, pulling out my cock, fondling my eggs and sucking me dry. Licking her lips afterwards. "Mmm that was nice. More tea?" It was all just a bit unlikely! But imagine having a neighbour who liked to do that.
Which is not to say that once Katy had been put down, Cindy did not find her breasts suddenly becoming very much more comfortable - and much emptier - whereas my stomach all of a sudden felt much fuller! Or to say she might not find a salty taste in her mouth or her panties sticky with semen. Perhaps she would imagine the latter to be a late dribbling from the night before. After all I knew they had been 'at it.' She could have no idea her neighbour had just been very naughty with her.
Cindy was so convenient just next door. Sex on tap basically. Some weekends I might play with one girl in the morning, go around Cindy's in the afternoon for a second release and enjoy a further girl before bed. I think one day I managed five ejaculations - though the fifth was not at all impressive I have to admit, visually speaking, though it felt very good. Visually? Well she did have this wonderful pair of breasts and I just...
A lot of sex, a lot of cum but my organs seemed up to it. But with all this activity I was getting a little careless, a little blasé and a little too prepared to take risks .
One afternoon I was invited next door for tea. It had already been a good day. The morning fuck very pleasant but nothing particularly note worthy - just very pleasant. Well Amanda, our young graduate, always was very pleasant! Anyway, showered and neatly dressed I rang Cindy and Carson's doorbell at four. Carson welcomed me in, so friendly and so unsuspecting, and there was Cindy sitting and feeding little Katy. She waved causing her other boob, the one not having Katy's complete attention, to bound out from the unclipped nursing bra. Big, round, wobbling slightly and really nice looking. I hurriedly averted my eyes as Cindy said,
"Oops."
It boded well for the afternoon. Boobs bouncing out unexpectedly: I liked that. I like boobs on the move.
Conversation about all sorts of things and then little Katy just fell asleep. Just so sweet seeing her literally drop off the nipple sound asleep. Babies can be just so sweet - even I recognise that. The lovely little image would have been just a bit spoiled if Katy had suddenly brought it all up again!
With Katy put down it was time for tea.
When Cindy brought in the tea tray there was plenty of milk in the milk jug . Clearly they were better prepared than when I had invited them around but that did not necessarily mean the present contents of the jug was the milk we would be drinking with our tea! Oh no. I liked playing the milk maid - well, and the bull!
One moment we were all chatting away as happily as anything: the next their naughty neighbour had stopped time. Such a fun power for me to be able to stop time at will and then have full access to a girl's body. Of course it would have been nicer to have been invited around for naked afternoon tea and sex. "Please leave your clothes in the hallway on the coat stand." Nothing self conscious in shaking Carson's hand with both of us perhaps already half erect; nothing odd in feeling the softness of Cindy's skin on my knob as she gives me a peck on the cheek in greeting; nothing untoward in Cindy sitting on Carson or my lap sipping tea whilst our respective erection was inside her; nothing odd in being led by Cindy, together with Carson, upstairs to the bedroom with her hands holding our erections. Yes, an ideal of free and easy sex. All sexually aroused together and comfortable with that.
But such sex with my neighbours was only possible for me out of time - but it was still both free and easy for me! Opening the 'fridge I smiled as the light did not come on. It simply would not with time stopped of course. I picked up the milk bottle and set it on the worktop before carefully attempting to pour the milk from the jug back into the bottle. My smile got wider. I was being stupid. Of course the milk did not pour at all but just stayed in the jug. Time had stopped!
It needed a spoon to scoop the milk out, all rather like blancmange, and it was not at all easy pushing it back into the bottle off the teaspoon. It took time - or non time! Strange seeing the milk in scoop shapes lying like ice cream in the bottle. It would settle once time restarted.
Back in the lounge I undid Cindy's bra and brought her boobs once again out into the open and carefully milked her into the jug. So nice to hold and manipulate her big milky breasts as she sat motionless. My squeezing fingers sending the milk spurting. So nice to take the occasional taste myself from the nipple. The jug more or less filled, I tucked away Cindy's two now rather empty breasts.
Back in my seat I restarted time and conversation flowed on completely uninterrupted by my milking. Cindy did though look suddenly startled. Clearly the fairly vigorous manipulation and the complete emptying of her breasts was something she felt. Nonetheless she picked up the teapot and jug, lent forward and began pouring. Being so intent on getting the milk in the cups I had been careless - again. I had not redone the bra or blouse properly and all of a sudden out popped not one but both breasts; just as Cindy lent forward they both just swung out into full and pleasing view. A dramatic reappearance!
Not easy for Cindy to deal with whilst pouring tea! Her hands were full. Was she flustered - was she!
I averted my eyes in a polite manner whilst clothing was rearranged.
"Sorry," said Cindy.
Well, what do you say?
"Don't worry - it was quite an eyeful!" Maybe not!
