BEE-7552


Randy Sis Cindi By David Lasher


CHAPTER ONE 

"That pussy feels good, baby," John Allison laughed, his voice carrying clearly across the wide swimming pool. 

"Well, play with it some more, honey!" Wendy Allison giggled, pushing her bikini halter at his chest. She had large, shapely breasts. 

Cindi Allison, peeking from her second-floor bedroom window down into the pool and patio area, shivered with terrible envy. Her handsome father was sure enjoying his new young wife! She was only twenty-three to John's thirty-five, but he really didn't look that old. Oh, he was so terribly sexy and virile, he deserved a pretty with-it bed-mate. 

Oh, I wish John wasn't my father! Cindi thought, as she had dozens of times. I'm eighteen and plenty old enough to fuck, and I want to fuck HIM! It's awful, craving him this way. It's all wrong, but I can't help it. I've had this thing about him since I first started playing with my pussy! 

She was wearing a bikini herself, and had planned to join John and Wendy in the pool. But the way things looked, they would soon be in the master bedroom, getting a little before dinner, even. Cindi's crotch ached; her nipples tingled. It was just agony watching John fool around with Wendy. And it appeared she had her hand in his swim trunks. 

"Ohhh, don't make me come right out here!" Wendy laughed, struggling a little. But oh, how she loved it! 

"Okay. Inside," John chuckled. 

Wendy giggled and swam toward the chromed pool ladder nearest the house. John was right after her. Cindi trembled and ran quickly from her own room, down the hall to the spare bedroom right next to the boudoir where she knew John would take Wendy for their fun. Entering and locking the door, she put her ear to the dividing wall. She had done this before. 

Faintly, Cindi heard Wendy's giggly laugh. The master bedroom door closed, then a long silence followed. They were kissing and feeling each other, of course. Cindi picked up the drinking glass she used for better listening and placed it against the wall, her ear touching the base of the glass. Much better! 

"I hope nobody hears us out there," Wendy said. 

"Ellen's the only one home I know of," John answered. "She's fixing dinner." 

Ellen was a cousin of John's. She was their live-in housekeeper and cook and had been with the family for over two years. She was about forty-two and very friendly. She was also quite attractive for her age, obviously adoring John. Most women did! 

"It's been two whole days, honey," came Wendy's flirtatious voice. "I really need some of that nice big cock!" 

John was a stockbroker at Santa Barbara. He had taken a plane up to San Francisco on business, staying overnight, so Wendy had missed her regular fucking. She sure talked filthy. John liked it. And he also liked his new wife's beautiful body. They had been married only three months. Cindi's mother, Laura, had died five years earlier of cancer, and John had played the field until sultry Wendy had come along. That her elderly father Dean Sawyer was a very wealthy landholder had influenced John somewhat. 

"Get out of that bikini and let's fuck," John laughed. 

Cindi shook with need. This was simply torture! Her pussy was already wet. Her clit burned sweetly. Several previous eaves droppings had convinced Cindi her father had a tremendous penis. He was so big and blond and good looking! He was Cindi's love idol, her dream man. He was simply too much! 

Dotti Fancher, Cindi's best girl chum who lived next door, also thought John was terrific. Cindi had a hard time acting casual about her secret forbidden lust for her own father. Dotti was a very pretty brunette, with big titties for a girl, and she liked to flirt with John when she came over to swim with Cindi. Dotti claimed she was putting out to guys, making them wear condoms, but Cindi really doubted that. 

"Want me to suck it for you first, honey?" came Wendy's pleased giggle. 

"Sure, baby," he chuckled. "Provided I can eat some of that pussy." 

"Neat!" Wendy laughed. "I love a turn-around with you, stud." 

Oh, that slut! Cindi thought, her free hand gliding down to her tingling bikini-covered cunt. I never heard this before! I almost hate her for getting all that fun with him! I want him so much I just hurt all over. Sure, couples have oral sex. It's really the in thing. 

Cindi slipped her right hand inside the bikini panty and held her damp, swollen pussy. Oh, her little girl spike was really up there today! After school she and Dotti had walked to a popular Coke spot and flirted a little with some of the guys they went to class with. Cindi knew she had a lot going for her: long legs, a narrow ass, and a budding pair of tits that were kind of small—but they stuck away out there. 

She was a cheerleader, was on the girls' soccer team, and was popular, but already guys were calling her a cocktease. She wouldn't fuck. She refused to go steady. A few attractive chicks had made passes at her, too; she was not sure about that stuff. One of the newer things around school was two chicks dating one guy. There were so damn few really handsome, virile studs and so damn many girls. 

Only last week she had slipped into the girls' locker room and caught two chicks kissing and feeling around—and they had not even acted very guilty about it. It was a way to screw and not get knocked up. Girls didn't talk so much, either. Guys were always bragging about who they had fucked. 

I'm so hot for my own father I don't want anybody else fooling around! Cindi thought. But I do play with my pussy too much. When I first started it was only about twice a week, and now I gotta have the goodies almost every day. And I always imagine John is doing it for me! 

"Ohhh, you got a big hardon today, honey!" Wendy gurgled. 

Cindi trembled, pressed her pussy, and imagined John and his new young wife on the bed, straddled out, his mouth on her cunt and Wendy holding his prick, ready to take it in her mouth. What they were doing was right, normal. Talking sexy made it more fun. 

What made listening even more exciting was the way they fooled around so long before they started fucking. The first time Cindi had eavesdropped and heard Wendy come she had been sure John's cock had been in her. But later conversation indicated he had climaxed her with his fingers. And even when they did fuck, it was obvious he drew his cock out now and then to sort of build the suspense, and Wendy usually went off five or six times before he did! 

After Laura's death, John had traveled a lot in Europe and the Far East. He had even talked about settling down in West Germany. Then he had met Wendy and decided he could make more money around Santa Barbara than he could in some other country. And he had surely fucked a lot of girls while abroad. 

Oh, when I think about his big hard cock sliding into Wendy's cunt and going deep, I just about flip! Cindi said to herself. I can't wait any longer. I gotta have one myself! The last time I listened in I climaxed three wonderful, sweet hard ones! Ohhhh, damn! 

Cindi slipped away from the wall, placed the glass down very quietly and sank down on the carpeted floor. Using the spare bed would give it all away, because when she got really into her fun she just had to wiggle her ass. She loosened her mini halter and slid the bikini panties down her legs and away. Might as well be comfortable, so she bunched a throw rug beneath her head for a pillow, opened her long thighs, and began her self-pleasuring—left hand on her titties, right hand on her pussy. Her crevice was real drippy. She was just over her period, and that was when she needed this oftener. Ohhh, her clit seemed thicker and longer than ever! 

She remembered vividly the first time she had tried it a few months ago. She had been riding her bicycle in the park, noticing young couples necking, and then she had spotted a hot guy humping his date. The furious movements of his ass started a definite tingle in her crotch. Suddenly the bike seat seemed real groovy against her pussy. She had angled her hips slightly to press down harder and ... 

* * * 

Hurrying home, she rushed upstairs to the bathroom in the hallway and locked the door behind her. Lowering her shorts and panties, she looked at her fuzzy girl-thing with more interest. Older people did it. Dogs did it. She could do it, too! What girls weren't supposed to touch, what was always hidden, like her sweetly budding breasts, had to feel good—or people wouldn't make such a fuss about it. 

A girl was supposed to wait till she was married to learn about sex. But that was ages away. Cindi had just read a very explicit book her father had brought home and hidden away, but she had found it. The Joy of Sex. Really coool! In some countries, girls her age were already fucking. There was a whole chapter on masturbation. 

She explored the little slit, fooled around the opening, and then almost by accident she touched the spot where the bicycle seat had rubbed. Tingle, tingle! Yes, that was it. A tiny rise of flesh was there, and it started to swell as she teased around it. Heavvvvvy!—the clitoris, the female "cock." Cindi rubbed it gently, and more zingy thrills rewarded her. 

She might be cheating the guy she would marry but the one she was nuts about could never touch her there. He was her own father! She simply had to find out about this climax bit. It was supposed to be the total end in fleshy sensation. And it sure felt dreamy so far! Nobody would ever have to know! 

She spread her legs farther, angled her crotch higher, and worked her fingers faster. Ohhhhh! That flesh tip was becoming more sensitive, kind of stiffening—the way she knew a man's prick did before coitus. Wow! The tingles began to happen closer together. She found the very right area to touch, just on each side of the clitoris, using two fingers, with the nub between them. She began to work her hips like the man had—a fucking motion. This might be wrong, but it sure couldn't be too wrong, because it felt too delicious! 

Cindi suddenly imagined John, her father, was holding her and kissing her and playing with her pussy, just this way. Very slowly, as she wiggled her fingers very fast, the tingles sharpened. A kind of twitching ran up her legs, her breasts arched out, and her left hand lifted to them. Then she reached her peak! 

She yelped out, wiggled her ass till the toilet seat creaked, and the pulsing in her crotch, a kind of sweet gathering and flowing, invaded her nerves and senses like a honeyed stab right in her cunt. Ohhhh! It was so damned wonderful she almost cried her joy again! In her wild fantasy her father had made her climax ... 

* * * 

Now, with Wendy and John doing their thing in the next room, Cindi could look back and see how kiddish her first orgasm had been. Really, it had not been all that great. It was only the first. And the event had started her reaching and playing for better ones. Once she was sure she could make it, she began to drag it out more, trying not to hurry to the crest. 

Her clitoris had developed, and her titties had filled out. Her ass had turned round and pretty. She had begun having periods, and some days, when she was really turned on after a romantic movie or listening to a couple fuck, she could climax three or four times! The only trouble was, very often her wrist got so sore she had to stop. Nothing was better than coming! 

"Ohhhh, yes!" came Wendy's excited laugh. "Get it in me, honey!" 

"Climb up on, baby, fuck me, "John chuckled. 

Cindi was sure she would be good on top, once she learned how to take cock. Several illustrations of a girl astraddle in her father's book gave her tingles. That way the guy could fondle the girl's titties and see her better. Cindi had a pretty face, a nice full mouth, and big blue eyes plus long blonde hair. She was even thinking about going to a modeling school in the summer. 

Now the bed next door began to sigh. Their words were not as clear as before. His prick was way up in her. They were finally screwing. Cindi could picture her beautiful young stepmother rocking her ass, pushing her shapely tits out for her father's delectation. The pleased giggles were so vivid! 

She's getting what I want more than anything, Cindi thought, shivering. I'm so jealous I could scream! Oh, my elk's really hard, I gotta have one! Wendy'll play around on him a while before she comes. Watching them out in the pool got to me. I sure wish I could watch them fuck! 

Cindi had even considered hiding in the large closet of the master bedroom when she knew they were going to get a little, but that would be too risky. This was bad enough. If John ever even suspected she listened to them, he would be really mad. When they went downstairs for dinner, she would go in the boudoir and sniff the sheets, breathe the rich aroma of his semen. 

She often wondered what Ellen Wood thought when she changed the bed and saw the stains on the pillows and the expensive satin sheets. Maybe she got excited, too. Ellen was really quite attractive, and she apparently had no man friend. She had her own small apartment above the triple-sized garage. Ellen admired John. Anybody could see that. 

When he had played the field before marrying Wendy, he had seemed to prefer younger girls. Cindi had seen him downtown one day with a girl not much over nineteen. Surely he would not be patting Ellen on the ass! There were times, though, when Wendy wasn't around, when Ellen acted more like his wife than a distant cousin doing housework. 

Cindi moved her hand faster. The tingles sharpened sweetly. She heard the bed sounds quicken, then Wendy's familiar wail of girlish delight. 

"Eeeee—ohhh—ohhh! Oh, John!" 

"Come, baby, come!"he urged loudly. 

She's going off on his prick, and I'm coming too! Cindi thought, feeling the tantalizing pangs of her need sweep up her legs to her clitoris. She's getting one sooner than usual. It must have been that finger fucking out in the pool! Ohhh, mine is really good! It's always better when I eavesdrop. 

All of her pent-up longing for her father, all of her thoughts about him, simply shot from her girl-cock! Those sweet pulses were getting heavier each time she did her finger thing. Today was so heavenly she almost shouted. Now she held the heel of her palm on her clit and pressed her whole pussy, hunching up on it. Oh, those waves of relief! 

Now, if she could just feel his prick throb in her cunt and know his squirt of jism was flooding her deeps! It was safe jism, too. He'd had one of those operations so he couldn't fix a girl. She had overheard him telling a man friend of his at a party. Somehow this sure knowledge made her more eager than ever. 

Cindi softened, breathing hard, her left hand stroking her titties. They were growing a little, and she had heard that fondling them and exercising them helped development. A chick without a good set was clearly out of it. Her pink nipples were still kind of stiff and tingly; the feeling in them was improving. Someday, somehow, if John ever did fuck her, she wanted to be just the best he ever had! And pretty tits were so important. 

She rested a moment, sighed, and crawled to her feet, returning to the dividing wall, the water glass again pressed tightly to her ear. 

"Oh, I sure needed that, honey," Wendy cooed. How smug and satisfied she sounded! The bitch! 

"Gooood cuuuuunt," John chuckled. 

"Did I tighten it better this time?" she giggled. 

"Hey, you're improving," he laughed. 

"Bastard," she giggled. "I didn't know I could till you asked me. Sure makes my pussy climax harder." 

Cindi staggered and left the wall, sinking into a chair, her legs weak. They had never talked about that. It was not even mentioned in the book. Her own cunt mouth kind of twitched a little when she went off, right when the goodies were the very best. But the idea of a girl moving her inner flesh around a cock was positively obscene! 

The way Cindi understood it, the sliding was what a man loved, the pumping and poking. Now John expected his wife to clamp her vagina! Still, if she liked it too, if it made her climaxes better ... Cindi realized suddenly that she really didn't know much about fucking at all! And it sounded like Wendy hadn't either till John had got his hands on her and his prick into her cunt. 

Cindi had heard enough for one day. Hiding the water glass, she slipped her bikini back on and crept very quietly from the spare bedroom. Safely in her own room down the hallway, she fell backward on her bed and cupped her pussy mound again. She would not have to worry about that tightening stuff till she had a steady and got some practice. 

The hell of it was, not one guy she knew interested her that much. She compared them all with her father, and they always came out losers. Maybe she masturbated too much. But the experts said that wasn't possible; the nerves would backfire when a person overdid it. Oh, this sex business was so damned confusing! 

But she did need at least one more. In some ways, having her fun in her own familiar room was better. She could relax and not worry about the bed sounds. Cindi could even turn on her stereo and squeal a little when the goodies came. Fingers inside the bikini panty, she slid the halter from her titties and closed her eyes. She had a very favorite fantasy about herself and John, but of course he was not her father when the dream pleasure happened ... 

* * * 

They were at a resort in the mountains, and she was his child bride. It was their wedding night, and all during the drive through the timber he had been playing with his hand between her legs and pressing her titties. Now they were in a luxurious bedroom. He was removing her clothes, kissing her, and feeling her excited body. He would be about thirty and she would be eighteen, still a virgin. 

She would change into a fancy black thin wrapper. They would be on the bed, and he would still be wearing a robe. But now her fingers were inside it. She was holding his swelling cock, and he was fondling her itchy pussy. As his prick appeared, she gasped at the size of it, dizzy with love and longing. 

Now they were kissing, his tongue diving into her eager mouth, his hand coaxing thrill after thrill from her clitoris. Oh, it went on and on! Then he kissed her nipples and made them very hard. She started to climax! She squealed and kicked her legs. The stabs of her fun were the best she had ever known. 

After she finished, he would begin kissing her all over, down between her legs, on her cunt, and very carefully he would make her climax again! How she adored having his mouth there. More fondling and fooling and a lot of sexy conversation, then the big moment. He would crawl over her, between her legs. His huge, wonderful prickhead would gently spread the tender petals of her cunt, and would ooze skillfully deeper, farther. She would squeal as her maidenhead tore. Just as his big hot penis drove all the way in, she would climax violently! ... 

* * * 

The vision faded. Cindi was back in her room again. Her clit was ready, so she eased the panties lower to the little girl-tip between her fingers. She hunched her ass, felt the dreamy nuances grab her loins, and then her clitoris tensed and throbbed. She yelled! It was almost the very best climax she had ever had in her whole life. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Ellen Wood held her ear against Cindi's bedroom door. Hearing the girlish moan of joy, she shivered. The cute, leggy blonde played with herself every day, and it was not just one climax—sometimes two or three. Ellen was certain who Cindi dreamed about when she had her goodies: her own handsome, virile father, John. 

"Ohhh, ohhh!" came Cindi's faint cries as the bed jiggled. 

I can't blame her, Ellen thought, moving quickly away and down the carpeted stair to the living room, because that awful taint of incest is strong in me, too. I'm not John's distant cousin, I'm his older sister. Only he and I will ever know it! We've kept it a deep, dark secret all these years, and it's going to stay that way. 

* * * 

It had started on the family farm in Montana when she was a young woman and John was several years younger—an eighteen year old. He was already terribly handsome and a regular heller with the girls. She had slipped out to the barn that spring afternoon, knowing very well what John was up to, but she wanted to see it. 

Sure enough, he was in the tack room, sitting on a bale of hay pushed against one wall, a girlie magazine opened at his right on another hay bale. Ellen had crept up very cautiously to the peephole crack in the board siding. As he leafed through the magazine and unfastened his Levi pants, the promise of that lump in his pants was graphically fulfilled. He had a tremendous cock! 

Oh, it was at least nine inches long, very thick and beautifully knobbed—the sexiest cock she had ever seen! He had not been circumcised; she already knew that, because she had helped care for him when he was just a baby. But since then his penis had grown the way he had grown. He was all man. Her husband's cock was a mere spike compared with this beautiful phallus. 

After two years of marriage to Earl Wood, she was already disgusted. He was thirteen years older than she and a fairly successful farmer but a real flop in the bedroom. He was a fumbler and a quick shooter. The only times she could come with him at all was when he was drunk and slow to climax. They had no children, there being a defect in her tubes. 

Ellen had dropped over to the family home for a visit, but Henry and Alta had gone to town. She had talked a while with John, and had even climbed into the pickup to leave when she had seen John head for the barn. She knew he had started masturbating, because she had seen some of the jism spots on his sheets. Boys will be boys. 

Girls will be girls, too, because Ellen had begun her self-relief program even earlier. A horseback ride one spring day had started her pussy tingling. She had crept into a knot of willows and made her big discovery. Girls raised on a ranch with livestock around learned early on what sex was all about—or at least the bare essentials. 

Henry and Alta had done a lot of fucking in those days, too. The farmhouse was not well insulated inside, and the thump of bedroom furniture happened at least twice a week. She had lived away from home for two years now, though. She kind of missed all those noises; Alta's wails when she climaxed, then after she had had four or five, Henry would get his. 

Peering into the tack room at her younger brother now and watching him open his legs and start to fondle his huge, thick, long cock, she knew she had to have some of it. Oh, it was as wrong as hell. It was evil and forbidden. But in ways known only to her, it made the prospect even more exciting. 

It was going on around Elster, the nearest town. A certain amount of inbreeding had happened over about three generations. She knew one lusty widow who was servicing her rather dim-witted son, and several cases of brother-and-sister sex were not very well concealed. Everybody in town knew it, but no one did anything about it. One wealthy old fucker was humping his two plump young daughters, and the stories said they all climbed in the same bed together. 

But the Allison's considered themselves above all that, even though Ellen had secretly lusted for John since she had found those dried gobs of semen on his bed sheets. Sniffing them had turned her on so fast she had rushed to her room and masturbated furiously. She had thought the marriage to Earl would defuse her craving. But not so! Every time she came home to visit, she felt that evil fascination. 

"Uhhhh!" John said, his right hand moving faster on his cock. A bubble of clear juice appeared on the purplish glands, framed appealingly by his taut foreskin. He spread the slickum around his cockhead and peeled the foreskin down. Ellen almost gasped, her cunt already wet and itchy. 

That thing was three inches thick if it was anything! He stared at the fold out, held his shaft firmly, and tensed the glands. The glistening emblem of his virility made her hips curl inward toward the side of the shed. Her bra felt too snug, and her clitoris was as hard as John's prick! It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. 

"Cuuuuunt!" he murmured, fondling his prick again. "I need cuuuuunt." 

The word was like a physical stab in Ellen's own cunt. She suddenly recalled her last visit to the doctor, a new one in Elster. After the usual insulting pelvic examination, he had peered up in her vagina and said something very odd. 

"You are married, Mrs. Wood?" 

"Of course," she answered dryly. 

"Your marriage was never consummated." 

"Look," she had said angrily. "My husband fucks me twice a week." 

He flushed. "Well, you still have your hymen." 

Driving back home to the ranch, Ellen had become even more furious. That ignorant fucker! He was sure not used to cow-town bluntness. He had told her she could see another doctor. Vocabulary had never been her heavy subject at school, but she knew what a hymen was—her maidenhead, her "cherry." 

Anatomy had not been her best subject, either. In fact, she had never brought home good grades, like John. He was so smart, he hardly had to open his books. It was as if she had been standing behind the door when the brains were passed out. Everybody knew John would go a long way. Ellen was no raving beauty, either, but she had a good strong body and fine thrusting tits. 

At home in the bathroom, she had examined her vagina for the first time. The doctor was right! The circle of membrane at the door of her cunt was not torn. Earl's short, thin spike had not punctured it! Physically, she was still a virgin. Now, staring greedily at her young brother's huge cock, she knew he could rip it. All that bigness going in her. 

Ellen had never chippied on Earl, although one handsome salesman had tempted her. Fucking local guys was out—too much talk. The salesman had flattered the shit out of her, saying that with her figure, she should be in the big city. But Earl had come home too soon. He had told the salesman to get the fuck out and had hurried her into the bedroom to see if she had a wet pussy. Then he had given her one of those quickie jack-rabbit screws. 

It looked as if young John was about ready to get his gun off. The skin was back over his knob, and he was working the covering up and down, his hips lifting. His other hand was gripping the veined shaft. But his nuts weren't bunching up. That had to happen when a man climaxed! He rested a few seconds, breathing faster. 

Oh, he sure does a job playing with himself! Ellen thought, dizzily. I've been standing here fifteen minutes already. I gotta get one, too! I'm dying for it! If I could just have all that wonderful cock up in me just once! 

The side of the tack shed where she stood was hidden by another shed and the end of the barn. She lifted her skirt and held her right hand on her panties. They were sopping with juice. Her cunt had never been this swollen before! She was simply one big ache. Her clit shouted for relief. 

Ellen was glad for the usual barnyard sounds of hens clucking, cows making their mooing noises, and a rooster crowing (sure, he had just mounted a hen). Fingers inside her panties, she touched her clitoris and shuddered. It felt as big and as long as her little finger! But of course just the tender tip stood up from the concealing flesh. 

She hunched on her palm and wished her tits were out where she could fondle them. Earl never appreciated them, but they sure figured in her lonely search for satisfaction; they were as firm as melons. One day last week she had gone to town without a bra and several guys had whistled at her. When she wore tight pants, a lot of men turned their heads, too. 

John also liked to look at her. The young devil! Just an hour before, in the living room, she had caught him glancing up under her skirt. And she knew why she dressed up a little when she visited home—so he would ogle her robust figure. Some days she really missed him, and not just because of that forbidden sex thing, either. They could always talk about things. 

Earl was a good farmer, a fine provider, but he couldn't talk anything else. She could see him now as an uncaring jerk. She cooked and cleaned for him, and he got off in her with no tenderness or compliments, not even any kissing anymore. When she read romantic novels and dreamed about an ideal lover, Ellen almost hated her husband. 

John now did a startling thing. He bent way over and took his cockhead in his mouth! He was a fine athlete, very limber. Ohhh, what a way to go! Ellen knew oral sex was going on, but stupid Earl hadn't. Also, the thought of taking his little thing in her mouth was disgusting. But suddenly Ellen knew she would love to suck on John. 

Now he leaned back again, drew the foreskin down, and tensed his knob once more. God! When was he going to shoot his jism? His saliva-wet cockhead, the big shaft standing high, the fucking movements of his hips—it was too much! Ellen felt her clit flex, and the stinging rage of her sinful need pulsed from her cunt! She heard herself moan, but she was too far along to care. She was having the best climax of her entire life! 

"Hey, what the fuck?" came John's voice, invading her obsessive thrall. She swam up out of her concentration, staggered, and ran to the door of the tack room. Opening it quickly, she so startled young John he didn't even try to haul up his pants and shorts. 

"Oh, John, don't tell!" Ellen breathed, knowing her face was flaming with embarrassment and lust. His prick was shrinking. What a terrible sight! 

A strange expression came into John's face. He relaxed and leaned back on the shed wall again. His beautiful cock began to swell, and a sly grin touched his lips. 

"You been outside watching me, Sis?" 

"Yesss, and it's awful, I couldn't resist. Oh, I know you want me, and I want you, honey. Earl isn't taking care of me." 

"Well, sonofabitch," he muttered. He seemed so very grown up, like sixteen or even older. He was in charge of the situation, having that kind of strong personality. 

Ellen reached for her blouse, a tight one that showed every line of her breasts. She knew why she had put it on, too. A sweet fever possessed her. She could not turn back now; she was caught in her younger brother's sex trap. His stiffening prick and the hard craving in his eyes said he had to finish it, too! 

"What'd you do, Sis? Stand out there an' watch me and get yourself off?" 

"Yesss!" Her face was hot with shame. 

"Jeeeee-sus!" he muttered thickly. "Let's go up in the hay now. I sure do need some cunt." 

Ellen could never remember going up into the hayloft, but every minute detail and every word that followed would live in her mind as long as she existed. It seemed much more like her wedding day than the thing with Earl had ever been. John's rough country language didn't bother her one bit. She often used it to herself when she masturbated. They were peas out of the same pod. 

Resting comfortably in the fragrant hay, John sat across from his sister and held his huge stiff cock in his right hand. She spread her legs so he could see her thin, red panties and reached for her blouse again. 

"Okay, get your tits out," he said. 

"Oh, don't you want to come over here and play around and kiss me, honey?" 

He stared between her thighs, his prick flexed. A batch of clear juice oozed out on the head. His face was very taut. 

"Not this time," he breathed. "You got it off once and I ain't had mine yet. I gotta fuck!" 

"Yesss!" she gasped, undoing her blouse very quickly. "That's such a big, beautiful prick, honey!" 

He trembled as he watched her remove the blouse and reveal her tight pink bra. It was lace trimmed, like her panties, and she knew why she had worn it. I've been craving this for over a year or more! He knows it and he's been wanting my cunt the same way! We're two animals! 

"I'm so glad you didn't shoot your stuff!" she breathed. "I want it!" 

"You got some of that jelly to put up in there?" 

"Nooo! I can't get knocked, honey. I'm sterile. You can shoot me all day long and it's okay." 

"Jeeeeee-sus!" he breathed. "Fuck! My own sister!" 

"Oh, don't you ever, breathe a word!" she gasped. 

"Shit, no! They'd have us both in jail. Doesn't Earl ever fuck you?" 

"He just gets it in a few minutes and then it's all over." 

"That shitass! He don't look too smart," John said. "I can tell you really need it, the way you wiggle around." 

"I've been horny a long time for you, honey," she giggled. Now that they were into it, she wanted to make things not so tense and uptight. A good fuck should be a fun thing. They couldn't get serious about it! 

"Jeeees, I been wanting to fuck you for years," he muttered. Then his grin came out. He was becoming more relaxed. It was more as if they weren't related at all and out on a sneaky hayloft date. 

"You cocky little shit!" she laughed. "All that jism on the sheets." They both laughed. 

"One time I heard your bed jiggling and you was in there all alone," he smiled. "I didn't know girls jacked off till this chick in town told me." 

"Well, that isn't the word for it, but it's fun!" she giggled. She unhooked her bra and let her big boobs hang free. Oh, how he stared! His prick tensed, and his hips lifted in a coital thrust. 

Suddenly they weren't laughing. Ellen squirmed out of her skirt, yanked her panties along her legs, lay down on the hay, and opened her thighs very wide. John got out of his pants with jerky movements. He gazed at her blonde-haired cunt, his eyes kind of glazed. 

Shaking with awful need, Ellen steered her brother's prick to her burning, flooded cunt-mouth. The first touch of his forbidden cockhead between her swollen labia was like a negative pole touching a positive terminal. Her flesh was spreading as it never had! The wild flame of his huge knob snuggled deeper. He moaned. She cried out, hunched upward, and felt the tear of her hymen. At long last! And then that huge thing was filling her cunt! 

"Uhhhh!" he growled at her fiercely. "Uhhhh—fuuuuuck! That's good cuuuuuunt!" 

Then an amazing thing happened. Ellen's vagina clenched on John's wonderful huge prick! A deep zone that Earl had never touched was responding to her brother's youth and strength. The surges of delight that racked her pelvis were pure heaven. Coming on her fingers simply couldn't compare with this! His tremendous cock belonged in her cunt! 

"Oh! Ohhhh!" she cried fiercely. "Ram it to me, I'm cummmming!" 

John's hips jerked, and Ellen's legs shook. Her tits swelled; he groaned and stroked his cock swiftly in and out. It was a love piston sliding in her cunt cylinder that was just made for fucking, his kind of fucking. Oh, how he was straining and panting! His big nuts hit up against her slushy cunt mouth, and he shouted wildly. Then his huge member throbbed in her deeps! 

That semen that had always excited her, that man stuff she craved. It was spurting in her spasming cunt. Her whole pelvis was heaving and churning and exploding. Her flesh was clutching in quick rhythm on his driving cock. Oh! Those last heavy, hard lunges in her depths were so good, she shouted again! 

"Uhhhh. Uhhh! Uhhhh!" he moaned, finally softening between her quaking thighs, his sweaty chest pillowed on her peaked high breasts. But his dreamy cock was still moving slowly in her fluttering cunt. His mouth found her waiting lips. They had their first sexual kiss, their tongues blading and squirming as the twinges of aftermath fed Ellen's lusts, filling her with an awful wonder. 

Now, above all, no heavy "love" stuff. She unglued her mouth at last and hugged him with all her strength, panting in his ear. 

"Oh, you're good fucking, honey. We'll have this whenever we can get together!" 

"Yeahhhh!" he panted, his cock still as hard as ever. "I sure never had cunt like yours." 

"Oh, I never went off so hard in my life!" she giggled. "Did you know you picked my cherry?" 

"Damn, I thought it was real tight there. Doesn't Earl get it in you?" 

"Oh, he's got a real little short cock, honey. He kept going right past it. But don't you worry now. He'll never know the diff." 

"Jeeeee-sus! I always wanted to be in here first. Your cherry!" 

"I'm so glad you don't come fast," she giggled. "After all the playing with it, too." 

"I gotta pump a long time to jack out a load," he chuckled. 

"I bet those girls in town sure love that!" she purred. 

"Well, this one dame about twenty-five sure goes for it," he said. "Pops about four times before I get it off." 

"Oh, I'm so jealous!" she breathed. "Save all that jism for me, honey." 

"Well, shit, I gotta take on some other stuff, or people would get suspicious as hell," he said. 

She nodded. "Tell you what. You come over tomorrow and I'll have some chores for you. Earl's gotta go to Missoula. He'll be gone all day." 

"Yeahhh!" he exclaimed. "But nobody's at home now here. I sure need another good fuck." 

"Ohhh, yesss! Just fuck me till my eyeballs pop out!" 

* * * 

Now, over twenty years later, Ellen still tingled whenever she saw John. That wild summer in Montana had been a revelation. They had just about fucked themselves to death. But that fall their parents had sold the ranch. John had moved with them to Fresno where Henry had bought an apartment house. 

Sure, she and her brother kept in touch, unable to say in letters or over the phone what they really wanted to say. Five long years later, she divorced Earl and moved to Fresno herself, finding work as a maid. John was in college, and they had been able to sneak a few dates. The thing between them was as beautiful as ever. 

She had never remarried. When John had finally bought that big house at Santa Barbara, she had been chosen to be his cook and housekeeper. Wonderful! She was back home again. On her days off, Thursday, they sneaked up the coast to a little resort motel room and fucked like minks. It was even better than it had been on the farm. Sometimes in one of those afternoons of dalliance, she could come off twenty wonderful times. 

The really painful part, of course, was knowing how many other girls and women he had fucked and living in the same house with his new young wife, especially changing their bed and sniffing the spent juices of their lovemaking. But she was glad her quarters were away from the main part of the house. She could always satisfy her daily needs in complete privacy and dream about next Thursday. 

Only one man had ever been inside her except for Earl and her brother. A smooth-talking banker, for whom she had kept house, had propositioned her while his wife was out of town. More out of curiosity than anything else she had consented, since she had known only one very poor cock and one very wonderful one. 

Undressing her, he had become so excited about her tits, he had squirted before even getting his six-incher inside. He had wanted her to suck him hard, but she had refused, because only John, who was away in Europe at the time, ever got that from her. The banker had tried to stuff his cock in her soft, but he failed, and the next week he fired her. The asshole! 

John's travels had paid him rich dividends. He had learned a lot more about sex in some of those faraway countries. Their weekly meetings had turned into real orgies. He had bought her her first dildo, and sometimes he liked to watch her fuck herself with it. After his marriage to Wendy, he had even suggested bringing another girl into it, but she had not decided about that yet. Ellen Was sure she would get horribly jealous; watching that big cock slide into another pussy! 

Now young Cindi was hot for him, and had been for years. She was plenty old enough to fuck. That young twat from next door, Dotti Fancher, sure wanted some of John's prick also, but then so many girls did. Ellen could not knock John's marriage to Wendy. Her family had big money. John was smart, trading his cock for security, even though he was very successful already. 

Ellen hurried into the kitchen. Waiting for her next day off was pure agony! But that dildo was better than using her fingers all the time. 

CHAPTER THREE 

"You sure got great legs," Al Hood murmured in Cindi's ear, his left arm tightening around her bare waist. 

"Well, don't get too carried away," Cindi giggled, yielding to him. 

Dotti Fancher had invited Cindi to stay all night, and Cindi had not been surprised to find that Dotti had invited a couple of guys from school to have a swim party at the Fancher pool. Helene, Dotti's divorcee mother, would not let her pretty daughter go out, but it was okay to have dates at the house now and then. 

The four were on the dark back lawn behind the Fancher pool area. Dotti had sneaked beach blankets from the house, and after an hour or so of swimming Cindi knew it was time for fooling around. She was flattered by Al's remarks. He and Dotti's date, Carl Wells, were on the varsity football team, and were agreeably handsome. Cindi had a beach robe around her, but Al's left arm was inside it. 

On the other blanket a few yards away, Dotti and Carl were necking up a storm. The moon was full, with visibility better than Cindi would have liked. However, she was curious about Dotti, who said she put out if the guy wore a rubber. Cindi had already decided she was not going to go the route with Al, but a few feels wouldn't kill her. He had quite a reputation, and so did Carl. 

"Ah, come on, Cindi," Al breathed, his mouth searching for her lips. His right hand lifted to her bikini halter, and she pushed it away. While horsing around in the pool earlier, he had touched her a few times, once on the pussy, but she had swum out of his reach. 

I should be getting a little, like Dotti, finding out about guys and sex, she thought, but all I have on my mind is John! He's probably fucking Wendy again. Ohhhh, shit! I like Carl better than Al. He acts a lot smoother. The lump in his swim trunks is bigger! 

Well, she didn't want to cheat Al out of a few feels. Plenty of chicks at school would spread out for him, rubber on or not! Cindi turned her head and let Al take her lips. When his playful hand found her titties, she didn't draw his fingers back this time. He trembled, his mouth burrowed into her spreading lips. His hand on her boobs felt pretty damn good. 

"Ohhh, you animal!" came Dotti's excited giggle. They were now lying on the other blanket, squirming around. 

For a few seconds, Cindi imagined John was kissing her, and she flicked her tongue into Al's mouth. His eager fingers lifted her bikini halter and cradled her left tit in his hand. His male aroma was delicious. Cindi's nipple stiffened, but suddenly she knew she was going too far. 

Swerving her mouth away, she jerked Al's hand from her boobs. "No, Al." 

"Hey, it isn't gonna hurt, Cindi." 

"I don't fuck on a first date," she whispered. And not you, ever! 

He jerked away, obviously really pissed off. "I heard you were a cocktease. Who you saving it for?" 

"None of your damn business!" she flared. 

"Well, screw you, baby," he muttered. He rose to his feet and walked away toward the pool and the dressing rooms, where he had left his clothes. 

Cindi bit her lip, almost hating herself, but the truth was deep inside her. She was saving her maidenhead for her own father. Her lips and nipple still tingled, and her clit was itchy. She had been turned on in spite of herself. 

"What happened?" Dotti asked. 

"Oh, he tried to rush me. I'll split for home now, Dotti." 

"Ah, come on over here, honey," Dotti giggled. "We can still have a lot of fun." 

Cindi shivered. Dotti had said she and another chick had dated a guy the week before at a drive-in theater. He had taken turns with them in the back of his van. Cindi had figured it was all bullshit, but maybe her plump sexpot friend was actually telling it the way it was. 

"Hey, you're sure welcome, Cindi," Carl said from the shadows. "You've got class. I didn't think Al was gonna make it." 

Cindi suddenly remembered part of Dotti's conversation about the deal at the drive-in. It was real groovy watching another chick get fucked, she had said. It had really turned her on! Her beautiful mother, Helene, now divorced, was a native of France, where women were supposed to be excellent at screwing. Helene got tremendous alimony payments, and she had another, older daughter at home in addition to Dotti. Lenna Fancher was really something to look at. She was taking a modeling course at Santa Barbara U. 

It was now either go home and play with her pussy again or stick around and join Dotti and Carl Wells. Cindi did like Carl much better than Al, but two girls and one guy sounded lesbian and kinky. 

"Okay, I guess I can try it," Cindi said, trembling. She moved over to the other blanket, seeing that Dotti's bikini was already gone and Carl's swim trunks had vanished. She could not see his prick, but Dotti's hand was between his legs. She was already holding it. 

"Heavvvy!" Dotti cooed. "He's got a whole box of rubbers, so you don't have to worry, honey." 

Cindi recalled she had told Dotti a big lie about losing her cherry to a skillful man about her father's age, really laying it on, so now Dotti expected her to put out as she had supposedly done before. 

The scene was stimulating! Carl was kissing Dotti again, his right hand between her thighs, playing along the bare flesh. Soon he was holding her dark cunt bush. The moonlight revealed Dotti's fingers on Carl's rigid cock, the first live one Cindi had ever seen. It looked to be about six inches long with a rather big knob. Her clit began to really ache. This was real, raw sex! 

I can split for home any second, Cindi thought, shuddering. But I do want to see them fuck! She's so right about what it does for a pussy. Mine is just burning. I guess this is why two girls date one guy. But it's still dirty! I'll stay till he goes off in her and then I'll leave! 

Dotti Fancher was having more thrills than usual when a guy was ready to enter her. She had lied to Cindi about the drive-in threesome, although her own date had humped her in the back of his van. But she had always wanted to try it with another girl present, trading the stud back and forth, and this was the nearest thing to it she had ever managed. Also wanting to make it with Cindi, this could be the big opener. That neat, long-legged blonde was sexier than hell! 

Dotti's first fuck over a year earlier had been very disappointing. The kissing and fooling around was a lot more fun. When a guy got it in her, she acted as if she was really grooving, but she had never climaxed on a prick—or a pussy, either. She even had to work real hard to hit one by herself. 

"Feels like your cock is good and ready, stud!" she giggled, making sure Carl had the rubber over his rigid prick. She watched Cindi sink to her knees near Carl, staring as if she were really hot to go. 

"Yeahhh," Carl muttered, rising between Dotti's legs. She opened her plump thighs way out, guiding his cockhead to her pussy. The guys sure got excited about her. Maybe it was her large-sized tits. Carl shook as if he had a high fever. 

To enjoy dating and be popular a girl had to put out! Al had sure cut the scene fast when he discovered Cindi wasn't going to fuck. This was what the handsome guys demanded. If they couldn't get it from Cindi, it would be some other chick. The competition was just murder. 

"Uhhhh!" Carl moaned, starting to insert his dick into her cunt. "Jeeeeee-sus!" 

"Ohhhh, heavvvvy!" Dotti breathed. His prick was a little larger than some she had tried, but she was putting on her feelings. It was almost like in the back of the van at the drive-in movie—nothing really sensational, though having Cindi present was different. 

Carl shuddered and stroked deeply, kind of snug and neat. Dotti had conquered a new prick. He was one of the top guys at school, and if she pretended it was really good, he'd date her again. She lifted her hips and kicked her legs. 

"Uhhh!" he groaned, hunching again and again. 

"Fuck me hard, honey!" she breathed, pulling his chest down tightly against her titties. If only she could feel what he was feeling! "Pump a big wad away up in me!" 

Her words really reached Carl. A girl who talked sexy was an in girl. He moaned again and began to fuck real fast! The sliding sensation in Dotti's pussy was rather interesting. His drawn-up nuts gave her a feeling of triumph. 

Cindi shook with envy and a sensation of deep astonishment. That little bitch was talking like a whore! And she had a hunch it was half put on. This easy promiscuity, talking about a whole box of rubbers as if they were sticks of chewing gum, was not her idea of a romantic date! Sure, the guys loved it. They were animals and after just one thing—getting it in and going off. 

Carl's back arched. He drove in harder and panted heavily. The movements of his ass were fascinating to Cindi. The muscles bunched with each hump, his nuts knotting at the root of his sliding cock. He was about there! Dotti let out a squeal that sounded faked as hell, and Carl grunted like a pig that he was coming. 

Cindi leaped to her feet and ran toward the pool area. She had seen enough of that. She was not going to spread out and let Dotti see her get fucked! And she didn't want to spend the night with Dotti, either. She changed direction and raced across the lawn to her own home, the movements of her legs stimulating her tender clitoris. 

As she passed the big garage, she heard a very peculiar sound. An excited womanly laugh was coming from one of the open windows of Ellen Wood's apartment. Maybe she had a boyfriend, after all. Well, she acted as if she needed screwing. Her behavior around John was part interest and part coolness, looking as if she was downplaying her real feelings. 

Beneath those conservative clothes Ellen wore was a robust figure, though she seemed to be trying to hide her large, thrusting tits. Her fine legs and ass and slim waist were never accented, either. With a bit of makeup and a modern hairdo, Cindi thought Ellen would be quite attractive—especially with snug-fitting pants and a blouse to show off her boobs. For her age, she had a lot going for her. 

Her pussy aching, Cindi paused in the warm darkness and heard a pleased, girlish giggle, then a man's soft laugh. She froze in her tracks. It was John's voice. Incredible! He could be just visiting, talking business. But it was a funny hour of the evening for that. He had enjoyed his new young wife for a couple of hours that afternoon, but maybe he needed more fucking! 

Shivering, Cindi moved to the stairway that led up to the apartment. Carefully she approached the entrance way and placed her ear against the door. 

"It might have to be a quickie tonight, Ellen," John was saying. 

"It is awfully risky," came Ellen's answer. "But I sure need you, darling. It's been over a week!" 

"Well, Wendy's asleep, and Cindi's over spending the night with Dotti," he chuckled. "That's a really sexy outfit, baby." 

"I bought it just for you. Your cock looks so beautiful!" 

Oh, I want to hate Ellen, but I can't! Cindi thought, shuddering. She's so friendly and nice to me, and I'm certain she knows I play with my pussy. But I'm sure she doesn't realize how I crave my own father. In one way I'm glad he is fucking her! I bet she can take a lot of it. I wish I could see his cock! 

"Ohhhhhh!" came the sound from the apartment. "Ohhh, my God! Here it comes!" 

The quality of Ellen's voice, the intensity of her cry of delight, was the most stimulating sound Cindi had ever heard. Wendy had fun with him, but Ellen seemed to go utterly apeshit! Her loud, jerky sounds of satisfaction were far out. She really loved her goodies. And John was just the kind of stud to fully appreciate it. 

Quaking with need, her pussy swollen, her bikini panty slick with girl juice, Cindi suddenly remembered that a narrow balcony ran around the apartment above the garage. If she crept along there, she might be able to see what they were doing. They had not entered the bedroom that was at the far end of the quarters and were still playing around in the living room. 

She moved cautiously to her right on the balcony and sneaked to the nearest lighted window. It was raised, which had let her hear the first sounds. Now she saw that the drapes were not quite fully drawn. Heart thumping, Cindi slipped over to the peephole and looked in. 

Wow! She was able to view the whole thing. They were sitting on a sofa, facing the window. John's left arm was around Ellen's waist. His right hand was on her tits, while his trousers were unzipped and the huge dark pillar of his sex stood so high Cindi nearly cried out! It was a monster of a cock! Ellen's right hand was holding it. The look of sexual greed on her flushed face was almost startling. Her outfit was sexier than hell. 

Ellen's light-red hair, usually wound tightly to her head, now flowed down over her shoulders. Her full mouth was made up in flame red, and her bra had openings in the cups so the points stuck out, bare and puffed. A matching pair of sheer bikini panties, black and purple trimmed, adorned her cunt. She wore black-net stockings and silvery high-heeled sandals. In fact, she didn't even look like Ellen. But it was unmistakably her, and she was utterly beautiful! Her excited nipples, circled by wide pink aureoles, were an inch long and very thick. Her tits stuck out nearly a foot! 

"I like those tittie-play comes," John chuckled, hefting her right breast lovingly. His fingers were sure and bold. 

"When I hold your cock and you play with my boobs, I just gotta come!" Ellen giggled, arching her breasts out even farther. "Just think, this is our first fun in this apartment." 

"I'm sorry as hell about missing yesterday," he smiled. "I was out of town, and I got at Wendy early on purpose. She got off two more times after dinner, and that did it. Now she'll sleep till ten in the morning." 

"Is she turning into a pretty good fuck, darling?" Ellen giggled, her fine rich thighs spreading as she teased his prickhead. A batch of clear juice oozed out on his knob. Then Cindi realized why his penis looked different from those she had seen in girlie magazines. He still had a foreskin, and it was real tight around his knob. 

"Improving," he grinned. "But nobody can fuck like you—or come off as many times." 

"I wish we didn't have to sneak it in," she breathed, working her hips in coital thrusts. "It's awful, waiting a whole week. If we could move far away someplace and I could pretend to be your wife or your mistress ..." 

"Yeah. But we still know, don't we?" 

Ellen nodded, biting her lip. "I'm a lot older than you, too. Oh, hell! And I know you like a book. Men want young pussy." 

John laughed. "Remember what we promised? No looking back. I know things have changed a lot the past twenty years or so, and our age difference isn't all that much. Let me work on it, sweetie. But I needed Wendy's money. I've got the brokerage in high gear now. I'll think things over." 

"I've told you I understand about Wendy. I like her. A man should marry for advantage, even if I get jealous as hell. Then there's young Cindi. You know she's just crazy about you." 

"Ah, that's just kid stuff," he answered, frowning. 

"Well, I hope so!" Ellen breathed, clutching his cock as if she owned it. "If she ever found out ..." 

"Hey, forget that," John said. He reached for her other huge breast. "We've been over this before." 

"Oh, if we could be really together!" Ellen gasped, watching his fingers caress her nipple. 

"You'd fuck me dry," he chuckled. "Come on. Let's get all this good fun while we can." 

I wish I knew what the hell they were talking about, Cindi thought, her right hand slipping down to her flaming pussy. All I want is right there in Ellen's fingers! If he ever gets all that prick in me, I'll pass out! I wonder how many times she does come. 

John began kissing Ellen on the mouth while his hand slipped down her tummy to her crotch, pressing the thin, see-through panties. Ellen moaned. Her fingers sliding up and down on his cock, she hunched slowly. John wasn't even undressed yet. This was just the preliminaries. Her hip lifts quickened, and then she rested a few seconds, only to start again. She was working up to her next orgasm. Cindi knew how good that felt. If you toy the thrills right up to the peak and then stop before going off, it made the finish a lot better! 

Cindi was in a frenzy. Seeing was so much sexier than just listening. She was crouched on her knees and spread them a little to fit her hand inside her bikini panties on her soaked, tender cunt. She was past delaying her fun. Watching Dotti take Carl's prick and seeing him get off and now this scene was like touching a match to a bomb fuse. After a few hand wiggles, her clit hardened, and she felt the first ardent lances of her climax. 

Bingo! 

The aching burden of Cindi's need exploded violently. Her whole pelvis was going off. Offff! OFFFF! It was not just her clit. It was a gripping kind of spasm like nothing she had ever felt before. Every nerve in her body twitched voluptuously. It was going on and on and on! The mouth of her pussy was alive, grabbing at her hand. It was the best climax of her entire life! 

Leaning back on the balcony railing, Cindi's hips thrust on her fingers. The goodies flooded from her cunt, followed by twinges of relief so sharp and sweet she could not believe them! Thank heaven the building was solidly constructed! She was like a writhing snake, lusting on her hand in a daze of pure sex. 

Now Ellen was getting hers. The quick, lusty bucking of her ass, the twist of her face, her heaving tits and quaking legs showed Cindi how a mature woman enjoyed teasing and play with everything she had. Ellen's mouth broke free, and her right hand shot down to cover John's. She lunged at the two hands with her busy cunt. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhh! Ohhhh! I'm coming HARD!" she wailed fiercely. "Ohhh! John, ohhhhhh!" 

Cindi caught her breath, sagged against the railing, and feasted her senses on the erotic vision. She was so filled with envy that she felt tears forming in her eyes. It just was not fair! Her father was cheating on Wendy, and Ellen didn't have to get all of it. And every week, from the way it sounded. 

My own father can give me some of that, too! she thought. I wouldn't ever tell. Nobody would have to know. I'm going to ask him tomorrow. I've waited for his cock long enough! I don't care how wrong it is! 

"Ohhh, you devil!" Ellen breathed, falling back softly on the sofa and panting jerkily. Her fingers returned to John's wet-headed cock, and her fingertips fluttered lovingly up and down its tumid shaft. The look of adoration filled Cindi with more bittersweet envy. 

"Terrific," John grinned, doodling with Ellen's beautiful tits again. How long, pink, and sexy her nipples were. The crotch of her panties was soaked with woman goo. 

"Oh, it gets better every time, darling!" Ellen giggled. "Can I please suck it now?" 

"I think I'd rather go in the bedroom and fuck," he smiled. "You go freshen up and I'll undress." 

"I know," she gurgled, looking down at her panties. "I sure do get wet." 

John smiled, and squeezed an alluring tit peak. Ellen patted his prick, wiggled to the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. Instantly, John moved to the living room door and went out swiftly. Cindi tried to stand. She staggered and caught at the balcony railing. Suddenly, John's big tall silhouette was right in front of her. She had been caught! 

Her father took her arm, steered her to the steps that led down to the ground, and pushed her gently ahead of him. How horribly awful! He had heard her out there. He knew she had been peeping! Cindi was glad for the near darkness. She had never been so shamed and embarrassed in her life. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she breathed, shaking all over. 

"I really can't blame you," he said, his voice thick and strange. 

"I won't ever tell," she whispered. She didn't want to call him Daddy. Not now! She knew he would never hurt her physically. She wanted to lurch at him and fasten her pussy mound to his cocklump! 

"Someday I'll tell you how things are between me and Ellen," he said, not touching her. "You'd better run inside, honey. Why don't you find a boyfriend? You're very pretty." 

Cindi's heart pounded while her need bunched in her pussy again. She had to say it! "Oh, John. I want you to fuck me!" 

For a long time her father stood frozen. Then a deep sound of anguish came from his throat. "No, Cindi. No!" 

"Oh, please. Just once!" she whispered. "It would be a deep, dark secret. I'm big enough and old enough." 

John's hands seized his daughter's shoulders. How strong he was! Her clit erected as if it had not been touched for days. In the warm darkness, his overpowering virility and her awful craving nagging at her pussy again made her head whirl! She knew now what a wonderful big cock her father had! 

"Honey, we'll talk it out tomorrow. Understand?" John said, his voice thick. 

Cindi nodded. Her father's hands dropped, and she turned and ran toward the house. 

John shuddered, his cock as hard as a rock. He had been out of his mind to fuck Ellen so close to the marriage bed! The terrible temptation to grab Cindi and mash her alluring young body against his had almost overwhelmed his senses. It wasn't enough to fuck his own sister! He craved his daughter, too! The taint of incest had been passed on to his daughter! What he had thought was merely a girlish affection was a whole lot more. 

Fuck, no! he thought, climbing the steps. Never! I have to get her mind off me, no matter how badly I want to slip my prick in that fresh, young, dainty cunt! She's probably a virgin! I won't do it! 

He almost wished now he had not heard Cindi out there on the balcony, with her jerky breathing and little gasp of delight. She had played her pussy to a climax and had seen the whole scene with Ellen. She had seen his stiff prick. The thought of his daughter staring at him and Ellen and climaxing over it was so damned provocative John's cock pulsed in his shorts. Damn! It wants some of that cunt! He was a fucking beast. Could he ever let it happen? 

CHAPTER FOUR 

"Well, you look nice this morning, Ellen," Wendy smiled, sipping her orange juice and giving Ellen a searching appraisal. 

"It must be the weather," Ellen said, the memory of the previous evening with John still warm in her thoughts. Like hell, she said to herself. One of those wild fuckouts with him, then a good sleep. It's better than vitamins. I woke up horny and I suppose I'll have to catch a couple this afternoon. 

"I'm guessing you had a boyfriend in last night," Wendy giggled. She wore a robe that flattered her youthful figure and was gussied up with makeup on. She looked ravishing. 

"You look pretty foxy yourself," Ellen smiled. 

"Nothing like some good sex and then a long sleep," Wendy laughed. The two talked rather frankly about basics when young Cindi wasn't around. "John took Cindi down to the beach. They haven't had a day together for a while." 

"Good," Ellen said. "Any special work you want done today, Wendy?" 

"No. Relax a while. I feel like talking. That is a neat frock. You have a nice figure if you'd show it off a little." 

"Well, thanks," Ellen said. The night before, during a brief rest, John had told her she didn't have to dress so conservatively around the house. He said Wendy had even mentioned it. "But I'm no spring chicken anymore." 

"I've heard that some women aren't really a good lay till they're past thirty," Wendy giggled. 

"That depends on the man a lot, I'd say," Ellen said. How true, how true! 

"Or the girl, maybe," Wendy said, her dark eyes fixing on Ellen's jutting breasts displayed by the new frock. 

Ellen shivered. She had suspected Wendy for some time now: little hints dropped, the way her dark eyes probed when John was absent. Ellen had been exposed to a lot of lesbian activity when she had worked in Fresno for a rich widow who had entertained only girls. California was much different from Montana. If girls wanted to fuck, so what. There was a casualness about the whole thing that bothered Ellen a bit. 

"Don't tell me you've never tried it, honey," Wendy said, leaning forward. The folds of her robe fell halfway open, and the upper globes of her tits showed. 

"Where I was raised, girls were girls and men were men," Ellen said, feeling a light flush on her throat. Wendy was deliciously appealing. 

"It can be very interesting," Wendy giggled. "At college I tried it a few times. It took the risk out of getting knocked up. Two chicks and one stud is kind of fun, too." 

"I wouldn't know about that," Ellen said, her clit starting to tingle. "But if I had a choice, I think I'd like that better." 

Wendy laughed. "I had the idea you were pretty sophisticated, Ellen. Am I shocking you?" 

"Oh, I worked in a few big houses in Beverly Hills, so I'm past being shocked," Ellen said, trembling. "This one old gal loved it with two young Chinese-American chicks. She'd give them a hundred apiece." She hesitated. "On top of that, the girls were sisters." 

"I'd sure never pay for it," Wendy giggled. 

"A girl as sexy as you would never have to," Ellen smiled. An utterly wild idea was jelling in her mind. If she's talking about her and John and me, I'd sure love to go that route! I could get him oftener—with no sneaking around. Of course, I'd have to act like it was all new. 

Wendy felt the old familiar need for pussy creeping through her. It had started long before she had skinned her first prick. She and a girl chum had begun fooling around with each other at age eighteen, after she had learned what the little button at the top of her pussy slit could do for her. Her parents had insisted their precious only daughter go to a private school where the girls had outnumbered the guys about four to one. And she had had a ball. Her first cock at eighteen had not done much for her; it had hurt and there had been some blood. She then went back to chicks. 

But by the time Wendy had entered college, she was putting out what her male dates called a pretty good piece. She had a reasonably snug cunt, so most of the studs got off in her too fast. She preferred the scene if they were able to go on for a while. She realized she had a mastering way about her fun centers. She used guys a lot, having the looks and the body to get away with it. 

John Allison had upset her applecart, though. She had met him six months earlier at a party. One dance with him had done it. His vibes had really shaken her. They had gone outside and fucked in the back seat of his car. The real convincer had been his tremendous cock. She had never gone off so hard on a prick before. 

I thought it would take him all night to come, she remembered, as she had dozens of times since then. He really worked me over. I popped three times. I was so weak, I could hardly walk. I told Daddy I had to have him. He ran a check on John, learned that he was quite successful, and gave me the go ahead. I soon let John know how wealthy Daddy was, and that did it. 

Wendy had lost all interest in girls until meeting Ellen right after the honeymoon in Bermuda. That Ellen had kept house for John before her marriage to him was a little suspect to Wendy. He always claimed he preferred young pussy. But Ellen was a doll, so friendly and efficient. Wendy was used to being pampered at home, so she accepted the situation gladly. 

If John did give Ellen some of that huge cock, he was very careful about it. A stud like John was bound to get some on the side. Cute girls drooled whenever they saw him, because he radiated an electrical charisma that said "Fuck with me." Now, flirting with Ellen was bringing Wendy's old hunger for cunt back into focus again. 

Of course, the real prize would be delicate, leggy Cindi! She was begging to be humped. That tight little ass and those high hard titties, the full flower of her lips—it was a naive kind of shyness. Giving that little cunt some head would be far out. Seeing Cindi in a mini-bikini invariably got Wendy excited. 

But Cindi could see nobody but her father. There was something a bit unnatural there. It was more than just a girlish, innocent adoration. John never talked about Cindi's mother, his first wife. It had been years before, anyway. Wendy believed in living for today. If she grew tired of the setup here, she could easily snare another husband or lover. 

"Thanks for the compliment, honey," Wendy said, at last. She stretched daintily, the movement pushing her tits out. The robe parted so that her nipples were almost visible. Somehow, the day after a. fuck she was almost as horny as before getting one. 

"I'd better get busy," Ellen said, her voice slightly edgy. 

"Oh, let's give it a try, Ellen," Wendy giggled. "You look like you could use some, and I know I could." 

Ellen felt a hot flash, a kind of dizziness. She had planned to enjoy several afternooners with her vibrating dildo. She was always high for a day or two after one of those magical evenings with John. If this would lead to a party, a delicious threesome, she'd try anything! 

"Nothing ventured," Ellen said, and left the rest of it dangling. "Where do we go?" 

"So we don't get interrupted, let's get a motel room, huh?" Wendy smiled, wetting her lips with her tongue tip. "It's been a long time." 

* * * 

An hour later, after two cocktails apiece in a lounge near the motel, they moved into the room Wendy had rented. It was very luxurious, thick blue carpeting, rich drapes, several deep chairs and a love seat, a wide bed with a wild red counterpane. Wendy had put on a short skirt and snug jersey. She looked more like nineteen than twenty-three. 

Ellen wore an outfit she had bought for a vacation trip to Montana: form-fitting pants and a top that did great things for her breasts and slender waist. Though Wendy had already complimented her on the big change in her appearance, she had really wanted John to see her in it first. She had also combed out her hair; its light-red tint was to keep people from noticing any resemblance between herself and her blond brother. 

"Damn, you ought to fix up like that around the house, honey," Wendy cooed, wiggling up in front of Ellen. "Beautiful tits and ass." 

Ellen shivered. She had blown hot and cold since they had left the house. It was all so different! Imagine dressing up for a date with a girl young enough to be her daughter—her brother's seductive wife! John must never know about their going to a motel for a lesbian fuck. But then, lots of women did. At least it was not incest! 

"I hope it works out," Wendy said, hesitantly. Underneath the pants ensemble she wore sheer red undies and long black nylons, the things John liked her to put on when they had their fun. She felt sexier in them. 

"Don't be up tight," Wendy giggled, slipping her arms around Ellen's waist. "I turn on good in motels. We have all the time we want. Mmmmm, you feel neat." 

Their covered breasts touched, then Wendy's hips pushed inward and Ellen felt a tingle. She had to admit she was curious. She had never really chummed with girls her age, although she often looked at pretty girls and wondered whether they were good fucking—with men. Her abiding interest was prick, especially John's. 

In one way she was trapped. Getting along with John's new young piece was imperative right now. He had promised to consider some kind of future arrangement of their all living together, but there was always Cindi to consider. She was a sweet, lovely girl. That she played with her pussy for kicks was only natural, but if she imagined she was fucking her father ... 

Wendy ran her hands down across Ellen's ass, tilted her head, and eased her mouth into Ellen's lips. This was the start! It might open a whole new area of sensual enjoyment. She might even get hooked on it. Plenty of women were too inhibited to try, and lots of others went two ways. Wendy's tongue flicked along Ellen's lips. Her hands tightened on Ellen's rump. 

Oh, she feels just super! Wendy thought, shuddering. I love her big tits. I bet John does fuck her, and I'm gonna find out. She must be getting steady prick somewhere. Just imagine. She's never had a girl fuck! I'll pick her cherry and show her how two cunts can groove. 

Ellen's arms glided around Wendy's neck. Ellen's lips opened, and a tremor ran up her robust figure. It was almost like her feeling for John, she had sensed this for a long time. Ellen was waiting to be tested, explored, and enjoyed. Wendy had not been this excited about a pussy for ages. Or maybe the sensations were so enervating because she had denied herself since the marriage. 

One big thing in favor of making it with an attractive and willing chick was the unspoken understanding that there was no hurry. Damn few men realized this. A sensitive chick was a delicate instrument who needed oodles of playing and teasing before the prick went in. Wendy recalled a chick at college she had dated. They had fooled around for over two hours before the girl got off. Beautiful! 

Feeling a girl climax was something special; and, usually, one was just a starter. Unless a man was very young and virile, that first big spurt took the fun out of it for the girl. Nothing was worse than a limp cock! Wendy had gone home disappointed after a lot of dates, having to finish her goodies up with her own fingers. But John could really fuck. He could screw for half an evening and not shoot his wad. Naturally, his prick wasn't in all that time, because he knew how to employ his hands and mouth. 

When his big dick did finally throb out the load, it was an emotional experience! Nobody, girl or man, had ever twanged Wendy's fun strings so adeptly. And she was now learning to clench her cunt around his beautiful huge prong. Well, he would not be back in her for a few days—he was not Superman, so Ellen would do very nicely. 

Wendy stabbed her tongue in and out of Ellen's mouth and pushed her tits into Ellen's pillowy boobs, hunching her cunt mound at the older woman's crotch. Ellen trembled. Her own tongue began to flirt, and her lips spread wider. She was really going for it! ... Some fuck talk, a couple of drinks, a posh motel setup, and a little persuasion. 

* * * 

Wendy remembered how the cute cocktail waitress in the lounge had stared at Ellen's bulging tits. 

"Yes, they're real, honey," Wendy remarked. 

"Yeah, you'd know," the girl said archly. 

"Go fuck yourself with a candle, sweetie," Wendy giggled. "You're just jealous." 

"Well, piss on you, baby," the girl sneered. "I go for prick." 

"Buzz off before I call the manager," Wendy smiled. 

When the girl flounced away, Ellen giggled. "Some conversation!" 

"Oh, I was in here about two weeks ago, and she said she'd spread out for me for fifty bucks. Cheap whore." 

"I didn't know so much of that was going on," Ellen said. 

"You just never know who's humping who these days," Wendy said. They both laughed. 

* * * 

Now, feeling Ellen's resilient ass in her hands and her tongue squirming in her mouth, Wendy knew she had it made. The rest would be like picking ripe grapes. Ellen was a fine, eager, sensuous piece. Things at home would be much more titillating, and just maybe John would go for a threesome. 

Ellen was beginning to adore this young, fragrant pussy. Her clit was rising, her nipples erecting, and cozy thrills were fanning out from her cunt. With a new man she would be terribly uncertain, John had spoiled her, because he was so damned wonderful. She could even imagine he was caressing her and drawing the fun from her body. 

Even after all these years, the memory of Earl pumping away between her legs with his inadequate little cock that had not even punctured her hymen was the big reason she had not tried other men. A smooth, pretty, and knowing girl was a whole new game. Because John was fucking Wendy all the time, it seemed to make this more provocative. 

Wendy's mouth swerved aside. She breathed in Ellen's ear. "Oh, this is gonna be good, honey. I can tell." 

"When do we start fucking?" Ellen whispered. 

"Nnnnnnn!" Wendy giggled. "Already?" 

"I think I was ready at the house and wouldn't admit it." 

"Well, let's get these damn clothes off and groooove," Wendy purred. 

Ellen felt a sweet, warm glow that was caused partly by the drinks and partly the sexy motel atmosphere. Wendy had been right not to do this at home in the middle of the day. Helene Fancher, the attractive divorcee from next door, had a habit of dropping by, or the phone would ring. Also, John and Cindi might return too soon. 

Wendy stepped back and began to unfasten her blouse. Her dark eyes were shiny, and a faint flush was on her throat. It was easy to see why John enjoyed her well-structured body. It was daintily curved and pouted in all the right places. She was centerfold material with a bit of extra padding. He had never cared for skinny girls. 

Ellen didn't like undressing in front of anybody, even John. But this was a horse of another color. She wanted to show Wendy she had an attractive bod herself. As her pants top came away, Wendy smiled. 

"Those are something, honey." 

"What do they say—a girl without tits goes without?" Ellen giggled. The view of Wendy's boobs in the lacy black bra gave her a twinge in the pussy. She was enjoying it. Maybe it explained why women liked to see strip shows, why girls were always the decorative element in night clubs, not men. 

"Will you please get some modish clothes to wear at home?" Wendy said. "John likes to look, even if he doesn't touch." 

"Okay," Ellen laughed. "What would you say if he did touch?" 

"I wouldn't get too jealous, honey," Wendy purred. "Some men do keep two women, you know." 

Wendy shook with excitement. Ellen's figure was all the pants suit had promised—and more. Her big-coned tits jutted out. She had dressed for fun; the matching red panties were as sexy as the bra. The dark nylons made her full legs mouthwatering, and her cunt hair was blonde, not auburn. 

"Are you saying John can give me a little?" Ellen said, her voice trembling. 

"He's crazy if he hasn't already," Wendy giggled. 

Ellen flushed. Wendy knew damn well he had been there. Ellen's "plain" image around the house had not fooled a stud like John. I should be sore. Most brides would be. But if I get her, too, I can't knock it! I wonder if she'd go for a threesome? 

"Well, he needs a young girl like you, Wendy," Ellen breathed. 

"Oh, let's have our fun and work out from there, honey," Wendy giggled, catching Ellen around the waist again. She steered the lush redhead to the love-seat and they both sat, Ellen on the left. Their mouths joined again. Wendy reached for Ellen's bulging tits and fondled their lacy-cupped peaks. 

Ellen whined, her tongue leaping into Wendy's mouth and her rich thighs opening wide. Her nipples stiffened in the scented bra cups. Talk about an eager beaver! Feeling a sensual woman respond so swiftly and hungrily shot rippling tingles through Wendy's loins. It would not take long to pop Ellen's fun gun. Not long at all! 

Ellen soaked in the dreamy thrills as if she were a sponge. Somehow, this satisfied a new hunger in her being—a little bit like masturbating, but much sweeter. Sharing sex was so much better! Maybe she had been a latent lesbian all her life, Wendy was just bringing it out. She would not have to think about John at all. She loved every caress and tongue jab from Wendy. 

Ellen reached her right hand down to Wendy's black bikini panties and the brunette spread her legs. Ellen cupped the dainty cunt swell, and felt wetness on her palm. It was something to hold another girl's sex. Wendy shivered. Her hips lifted on Ellen's fingers, and their tongues did a frenzied, sensuous dance, their lips writhing and mashing. 

"Uhhhh!" Wendy breathed, breaking the kiss. "Get these panties off and let's fuck!" 

"Yessss!" Ellen gasped, shaking with lust. "God, I need it!" 

As they stood, undies flew right and left. They kicked off their sandals and rushed to the bed. Ellen felt the warm, silky body glide between her opening thighs. She tipped her cunt upward, and Wendy's bare pussy squished down and in. Ellen's cute ass bucked. How strange and wonderful it was having a girl. 

"Ohhhh, that's good cunt!" Wendy panted, grinding her butt. The sticky, slippery joining was hot and velvety. Feeling Wendy's shapely tits caressing her high, peaked breasts, was a heavenly variation of regular sex for Wendy. Ellen's clit tensed, and furious pangs of need gripped her crotch. Her cunt mouth twitched the way it did around John's huge cockhead! 

"Uhhh! Ohhh! I gotta break one, honey!" Wendy panted, hunching faster. 

"Ohhh, yesss!" Ellen moaned, gripping the busy assflesh and bucking upward. She missed the plunge of a cock or her dildo, but it was fun coming this way. A whole unique experience, getting it off with a girl! Ellen floated to the crest of her need and fell into a frothy, shivery anus-twitching orgasm! She was in dreamland. She was nowhere. 

"Eeeeee! Ohhhh! Fuuuuuck!" came Wendy's quavery cry, far in the distance. Ellen felt the tiny spike of Wendy's sex quiver as she went off. What a kicky new kind of response! Her own clitoris was answering with tensings that were simply delicious! It was as if their cunts were tuned to each other. 

Wendy felt the honey of her desire pulse from her aching clit. This was very special cunt! It was grabbing at Wendy's pussy. The violent shaking of Ellen's legs, her nipples as stiff as finger-ends, her hands digging into Wendy's ass, the heavy panting and whimpering, her lively up-hunching ... it was a hot girl's fantasy come true. 

I'll bet she goes ape on John's long cock! Wendy thought, as the elixir of her aftermath shivered her whole body. He wants me to learn to tighten my cunt on his dong. I'm doing better, but Ellen already knows how! Jesus, she comes harder than I do! She is something else. 

Ellen softened, her hands dropped, and she coasted along in the rosy thrall of relief, her cunt still glued to Wendy's pussy. The wonder of it was that she could climax so thoroughly with a girl between her legs and without a plunging prick. It was like discovering a whole new outlet for her daily needs. She could look back now and see missed opportunities, attractive girls who had practically asked her for a date, and she had turned them down. 

Better late than never. Ellen had been so obsessed with John she had not realized her full capabilities. She did notice cute chicks, older women, too, who had a little something special. But she had grown up in a square community. She had missed out on lots of fun. Maybe she did need a boyfriend. Once a week with John was simply not enough. 

"Oh, we really groove, honey," Wendy breathed, kissing Ellen's throat. "You know what? I almost wish John was here, too." 

"You dirty young thing!" Ellen giggled. But a shiver of the shapely body said Wendy had hit the nail on the head. "I don't know if I could—three of us!" 

"Well, at least we could take turns in different rooms," Wendy said slyly. Ellen's arms gripped very hard, and her hips arched upward. "You don't know what you're saying, honey!" 

"I tried it at college a few times," Wendy said. "Neat. You know what gets a man up faster than anything?" 

"New pussy, I suppose," Ellen giggled. "I know how men are, believe me." 

"Sure, but watching two girls make out really makes the bone hard." 

"Filthy!" Ellen breathed. 

It's happening! Ellen thought, shuddering. She does want a party. She wants me to fuck him in front of her! I won't have to wait a week and slip around and feel guilty—except about the same old guilt. John won't tell her, and I sure as hell never will! And then there's Cindi. We couldn't do it at home. 

"Well, it's up to you, honey," Ellen said. "And John?" 

"Oh, he'll go for it," Wendy laughed. "Ever hear of a stud who didn't want a harem?" 

They both giggled. 

"Are you going to tell him we got a little today?" Ellen said. 

"Oh, let's keep that a secret, huh?" Wendy purred. "When he goes out of town, we won't get lonesome." 

"You're so good to me!" Ellen breathed. 

"Because you're such good fucking, honey." She rolled away and looked at Ellen's soppy, swollen cunt. "Blonde, huh? I'd let it show more. You sure have the complexion. Let's take a shower and have more goodies." 

CHAPTER FIVE 

"I love this place," Cindi bubbled, gazing along the curve of beach John had picked for their day together. He had driven north of Santa Barbara and found this uncluttered stretch of sand. Three girls were not too far away, working on their tans. 

Cindi wore a short, striped beach robe over her mini-bikini, John had only his trunks on. He had brought an umbrella. A cold hamper held their lunch, but Cindi was hungry for more than food or scenery. She wanted sex. But her own father would never touch her. It was wrong, illegal, and forbidden! He had a new hot young wife—and Ellen too. 

During the drive out, Cindi had let her robe drop open, and her father had kidded her about exposing so much of her body. She had wanted him to look and admire her so much that he would fool around with her at least a little. Her pussy already ached sweetly, and her nipples felt tender. It was almost agony being so close to him with that awful craving like a flame in her body. 

"Well, what is this thing with Ellen?" she asked, sitting at his left on the blanket, her robe gone. "I mean, I guess lots of married men have fun on the side." 

John looked out over the Pacific, a muscle knotting in his jaw. His strong, tanned body had never been so appealing, especially that lump in his trunks. The night before, after the scene near the garage apartment, Cindi had gone to her room and masturbated four times. The vision of her father's naked, swollen prick in Ellen's fingers had returned to haunt her. What a man! 

"I'm glad you understand, honey," he said. "I knew Ellen long before I met Wendy. She's had a pretty rough life doing housework." 

"Well, why didn't you just live with her or marry her?" Cindi asked. "I know she's older than you." 

"There's a problem I can't tell you, Cindi," he said. "But you shouldn't have peeped." 

"I'm real sorry about that, John," she said. "I'm not going to call you Daddy today or ever again!" 

"Good," he grinned. "Now, for not running to Wendy with it, I owe you something. A new summer outfit, maybe?" 

"No," she said, her voice uneven. "Can't you just pretend I'm your date? Just once?" 

John trembled, his cock already puffing. The matter was finally out in the open, as he had known it would be sooner or later. All those times Cindi had paraded through the house—wearing almost nothing, boldly flirting when no one else was around, the way she had looked at him, at his groin—were surfacing at last. It was the old family blood lust. John had yielded to his sister, but this was impossible! 

"No, Cindi." His voice was choked. "You're prettier and sexier than hell, but it can't be." He looked at the sweet, high cones of her titties in the mini-halter, the clean long legs, her cute little ass, her pretty face—but he was afraid. He might have to call the outing off. 

"You said you owed me," Cindi giggled, her shoulder touching his. Her young-girl aroma shook her father's senses. No perfume in the world could match the fragrance of dainty, young cunt. His mouth watered. 

"You'd better hit the water and cool down," he muttered. 

"Well, if you won't, I will," she giggled. She reached her right hand to her pussy curve. "It's really itchy!" 

John's senses whirled. His teenage daughter was offering to play with herself right in front of him! The three girls nearby had gone into the ocean for a swim, and the beach was vacant. He knew how easy it was for a girl to get hot if she was in the mood. 

"I'll take a swim myself," he muttered. "Oh, hell. Let me see your big neat prick and that'll make it real heavy!" 

"You little fox," he laughed. 

"Well, I saw it last night," she giggled. "It's so big and long." 

Oh, he wants it. I can see his cock swelling! Cindi thought, shivering. It can't be too bad if a father watches his daughter climax. I'll try to make a game out of it. We can't get too serious. 

Before she could do much with her pussy, one of the girls waded out of the surf and wiggled nearer. She looked a little older than Cindi. In a string bikini clinging wetly to her body, almost everything showed. Her full tits made Cindi immediately envious. She was very dark, kind of oriental. 

"Come on out and join us, stud," the girl smiled. "This chick looks too young for you." 

"She's my niece," John said. He stood up and the girl whistled. 

"Not bad yourself, baby," John grinned. He glanced at Cindi. "Be right back. Have a sandwich or something." 

"I'm Tina," the girl giggled. She took John's arm and they walked toward the rolling surf. Cindi watched the dainty sway of her well-contoured ass and swore under her breath. Bold cunt! Chicks were always doing that with John, walking right up to him and laying it on. He didn't wear a wedding ring. 

But he hadn't called her his daughter! That might mean something. A man could fuck his niece! John plunged into the water and swam out with the girl Tina. Her laughter said he was probably already getting some feels. Three pussies and one guy—it was almost obscene. 

John was glad for the interruption. Let Cindi cool her pussy for a while. He was not so sure about his cock. Tina was already sliding her fingers over it, and he reached out to cup a resilient breast—all beneath the surface of the water. 

John had run into this kind of California-type easy pussy a lot in the past few years—it was promiscuity for the hell of it—but never in broad daylight before. Usually, at parties where brokers saw there was plenty of young cunt available, he always wound up with two or more. 

"This is Loo, and over here is Ann," Tina laughed, nodding at the other two chicks. Ann was a big-titted blonde. Loo appeared to be half-Chinese and half-Caucasian. Tina had her hand inside John's trunks. "And girls, he's got a monster." 

"We can't fuck in the water," Ann giggled. 

"We got the tent," Loo purred, reaching inside his trunks, too. "Jeeeesus!" 

"If my niece wasn't here, I'd rent a motel room," John grinned, putting his other hand to Ann's cunt. She hunched on his fingers. 

"Niece my ass," Loo giggled. "You shouldn't take that young stuff out in public, stud. She couldn't possibly take all of this!" 

It went on like that for a while. John was getting it up, and the girls were rubbing around on him. His prick was out now, and Loo ducked under the water to put his cockhead in her mouth. Ann rolled her naked tits on his right shoulder. 

"You say you've got a tent?" John said to Tina. 

"Right," Tina purred. "Loo can't hold her breath that long." 

"I'm a long way from getting it off, girls." 

Ann and Tina laughed. Loo released his prick and broke the surface, rolling her eyes. "Salt water is the shits!" 

They waded ashore and John watched them set up their nylon tent with a high pole in the center and stakes to hold the corners down. Ann had tossed her mini-halter under the umbrella. Her huge jugs swayed alluringly. John could see Cindi watching. He felt sorry for her. 

In a moment, the girls were inside the tent. A breeze flapped one edge of the shimmery material. The three young women were already naked. John slid his trunks down, and the girls stared. Ann whistled. 

"King Dong!" Tina gurgled. "I get it first!" 

A sudden gust of wind collapsed the flimsy tent, and John grabbed at Tina. He felt her drop and squirm her cunt at his cock, her legs winding around his ass. A section of the nylon covered her upper body, and he felt more nylon tangle around him. The other two girls were squealing excitedly. There was a hell of a tangle of arms and legs, and suddenly his cock was in a soft, warm, sucking mouth. 

Cindi shook with terrible envy. She knew those cheap chicks had played with her father's cock out in the water; then the blonde had removed her halter entirely. Now they were rolling around under that tent like a bunch of snakes! The outline of a girlish ass was rising and falling. There were loud giggles, and a bare leg was sticking out. It was beastly! 

"Ohhhh!" came piercingly from one girl. "I got it in!" 

More girlish laughter. It looked as if one chick was topping John and the other two were fucking each other. Cindi wanted to run over and lift the nylon tent to see for herself. Instant sex like this was, to her, like opening a cereal box and getting a table-top fuck for breakfast! It was cheap and awful! 

Cindi grabbed her handbag, put on her sandals, and ran along the beach toward the trail that led upward to the parking space where John's car was. She moved into the front seat, and shuddered. There was only one thing to do: play with her pussy again. The scene had turned her on in spite of everything! 

He'll probably fuck all three of them, she thought. One right after the other. After all that he won't want me! But I have to have a come. I need it real bad. Those filthy sluts! 

Cindi ran her hand down to her panties and held her burning cunt. Then she began to hunch on her fingers. Ohhh, it felt so good! There was no need to take the bikini panties off. A few quick squeezes would bring her pussy fun. The thought of John getting all that new cunt while hers was just aching for his cock made her want to scream with frustration. One laughing remark from one of the girls burned in her mind—"She couldn't take all of this." 

"I bet I could and I bet I will!" Cindi said aloud. Men like a snug pussy. Her father could force his prick in somehow, break her maidenhead, and fuck her for hours. But she wouldn't want instant cock. She'd want a lot of fooling around and teasing and deep kissing before, with his hand on her titties the way he had coaxed the pleasure from Ellen. 

John was beginning to enjoy himself. Tina had gotten the pole back up in the center of the tent, and the wind had died down. Ann was on top of John, riding his prick, and Loo and Tina were in a sixty-nine watching the blonde fuck. 

"Ohhh, that's so much cock!" Ann breathed, urging her jugs more firmly into John's cupping hands. Her nipples were hardening, and her face was flushing. 

"Break one, baby," John grinned. 

Tina lifted her head from between Loo's outspread thighs, her mouth wet with girl-juice. "Yeahhh, we don't want to get off this way. Hurry it up, honey." 

"Well, turn around and fuck right," Ann laughed. 

Loo squirmed free and switched her body around. Her plump thighs were an inviting vee. Tina crawled between them, and their cunts joined. But they both were still watching Ann. The blonde stroked faster, her fine rich thighs tensed against John's ribs. 

"Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm gettin' it!" Ann gasped. 

"Go! Go!" Tina giggled, hunching down and "Come on and fuck!" Loo whined, her Oriental face twisting. Her legs drew back farther, and she began to up hunch. 

Ann went into her come humps. John squeezed her tits and tensed his meat, lifting his hips. The blonde's squishy cunt jiggled. A light shiver possessed her ripe young body as she squealed. A few faint cuntal twitches, some very good strokes, and then she tipped forward. John drew his hands from Ann's jugs as she flattened them to his chest and pumped out her goodies. 

"Uhhh! Uh, uh—uhhhhh!"she panted. She finished with a few more thrusts and hid her face against his shoulder, away from the other two chicks. 

"Oh, you animal!" she whispered. "I work at the Del Mar Club, honey. Call me. Please ..." 

An hour later, John walked up the trail to his car, feeling spent. It turned out that all three girls worked at the same night spot, and he had not even told them his name. Loo was the best for fucking. 

Cindi sat silent and rigid in the front seat. John dumped their gear in the trunk and came around to slide under the steering wheel. 

"Well, did you have your fun with all of them?" Cindi said dryly. 

"Ah, that stuff doesn't mean anything," her father said. Loo has a real tight cunt. I shot my wad in there, and she went off three times. I'll call her. 

"Is that really your thing, easy pussy?" Cindi snapped. 

"Cunt is cunt," he said, half angry. 

"Oh, you're as rotten as they are!" Cindi said, looking away. "My own father, acting like a beach bum. Maybe I should tell Wendy!" 

"Well, you wanted to play with your pussy in front of me. Go ahead." 

Cindi felt tears in her eyes. It was a horrible afternoon. Nothing had gone right. Even her two climaxes had not been as good as those the night before. She could not really be jealous of Wendy and Ellen. But those tramps, those nymphos! 

"See, I'm not a knight in shining armor. I'm just what I am, Cindi," John went on. "I married Wendy for her money, and I'm fucking the housekeeper. Those girls want another party; my cock turns them on." 

He was hurting her on purpose, so she would get over her craving for him. Yes, she was mad and upset, but she was certain she would always want his hands and mouth and prick—no matter what. If his morals were so loose, he could loosen them a little more. 

"Okay, I will play with my cunt!" she flared. "There's a cherry waiting in there. It wants to get torn by your big, hard prick!" 

John reached to start the car but didn't. His well-exercised cock was puffing up again. Cindi squirmed out of her bikini panties. It was her father's first view of her fresh young pussy in years. The tight-together lips, already swollen, shook his senses. The blonde curls were very thin. At the top of her crevice, the tip of a coral clit peeked out. It was just about the prettiest clit he had ever seen. 

"You sure no guy has been in there, Cindi," he chuckled. 

"I should know!" she breathed, spreading her long shapely legs. The aroma of young pussy was already strong in the car. Cindi's cunt was well juiced. She had been alone for a long time. 

"How many can you get in a day?" he asked, fighting the appeal of her youthful charms, his hands trembling on the steering wheel. 

"Oh, four or five," she giggled. 

Suddenly, the life went out of John's cock. No! He couldn't do it. The mood was wrong. The entire thing was wrong. It always would be. He started the motor and she gave him a dirty look while reaching for her bikini panties. The picnic on the beach was over. 

Alone in her room at home, Cindi called the Fancher number. Dotti answered immediately. If John wanted to listen, let him. He had said he was going to get dressed and go out for a while. Ellen and Wendy were not at home. 

"Hi, pussy," Cindi giggled. "What's going on?" 

"Hey, Carl Wells is here, Cindi, trying to get a little. Come on over. Mom's gone, and the house is all ours." 

"Tell him I'll do anything except fuck, okay?" Cindi giggled. I'm gonna have fun, and to hell with John! He sure got his kicks today. 

"Well, that's more like it," Dotti gurgled. "He's been asking about you." 

Twenty minutes later, freshly showered and wearing shorts and a halter, Cindi entered the Fancher living room. Dotti wore a tight red jersey and cutoffs. Her mouth was puffy as if she'd been kissing. Carl, grinning from the wide sofa, looked Cindi up and down. 

"Looks pretty good," he said. He wore tight jeans and a tank top. His fly was halfway open. Dotti had probably been fondling his prick, because the bulge showed clearly. She had not seen much in the shadows the night before. 

"Well, bring it out and let's see it, stud," Cindi giggled. "Want me to suck it a while?" 

"Yeah," he chuckled. "You chicks can take turns at it. Dotti isn't cooperating." 

"I don't like to be a pushover," Dotti giggled. "What the hell got into you all of a sudden, Cindi?" 

"Oh, I decided one guy and two chicks sounds like fun," Cindi laughed. She twitched over in front of Carl and arched her tits at him. She was not turned on as she had been with John, but here was a chance to learn more: a little freewheeling sex, California style. Let somebody else play with her body for a change. She was sick of doing it alone! 

Carl smiled and unzipped his fly all the way and drew his pants and briefs from his ass along his legs and down to the floor. The clear view of his naked cock gave Cindi a shiver. He had been circumcised, and it was about six inches long. The knob was swelling. The sight of the dark hair on Carl's nuts and around the base of his cock made her clit tingle. 

"Let's rub our titties on it first, honey," Dotti gurgled. She lifted her jersey and sank to her knees between Carl's legs. Her big, dark-nippled boobs were very pretty. "Isn't that a neat cock, Cindi?" 

"Wild!" Cindi bubbled. She sank down at Carl's left. "He can play with me while you do your tit thing." 

Carl's prick tensed and juice began to leak from the sex hole in its knob. Cindi trembled and leaned closer, her right arm around his neck. His hand lifted to her halter, and his fingers slid inside to hold a tit. Her nipple erected while cozy twinges chased down to her pussy. She was starved for being felt up. 

Carl Wells had not touched a pussy like Cindi's for a long time. Lots of girls said they wouldn't fuck, so had Dotti before he'd shown her his trusty condoms. Get one hot enough and she'd take cock, all right, he thought. His last really good fuck had been with Dotti's swinging mother, Helene. There was some piece of ass, man. 

The young man had dropped by to see Dotti one day. She was out, but Helene had invited him in. A couple of drinks of wine, some kissing and tit play, and they had gone to her bedroom. No rubbers wanted with her! She liked the feel of raw cock. She got four loads out of him, and he was not sure how many times she went off. 

Three fuck dates with Helene had taught Carl a lot about making out he had never known before. He also learned some good bedroom manners that were now paying off with the young stuff. If Dotti could suck cock like her mother, he might even consider going steady with her. She had a pretty tight little cunt. Sometimes you never knew when a young chick went off, because they did a lot of acting. 

He squeezed Cindi's sweet, firm tit. Her lips opened wide. The tongue snaking inside felt as if she really was turned on. He'd been horsing around with Dotti for nearly an hour and had been close to getting his cock in her when Cindi had called. She was coming on strong today. Now if he could get this steady! 

Cindi's unrequited hunger for a man to touch her flooded through her body. To hell with John! Carl was handsome enough. His mouth tasted real good, and he was about the right age for her. Dotti's presence somehow made the scene even more exciting. She had watched Carl run his prick in Dotti when they had grooved, and now she would groove with him, too.' 

My first tittie caress, my first real sex kiss, and I love it! Cindi thought, feeling his tongue play around hers. I gotta hold his cock! Dotti can still play it around on her tits. Oh, my clit's really stiff! I hope he knows how to play with a pussy, too! 

Hanging onto Carl's mouth with her eager lips, Cindi dropped her left hand to his prick, closed her fingers around the tumid, hot man thing, and shuddered with lust. It was not as big as John's cock, but it felt utterly dreamy. Some of Carl's eager juice wet her fingers, and her pussy ached. Now she felt Dotti's silky breasts intrude; she was pressing them on his cock. Just for the hell of it, Cindi cupped a bulging tittie. 

"Right on!" Dotti giggled. 

How strange to be fondling Dotti and Carl at the same time. Cindi stroked her tongue in and out, in and out of Carl's mouth. His tumid prick flexed in her hold as she clasped his meat and Dotti's tit. Suddenly, Carl's mouth swerved aside. He shuddered. He was nearly ready to come. 

"Ohhhh, shoot it between my tits, stud!" Dotti exclaimed. 

Carl had not intended to bust a load so soon, but the way this blonde vixen was gobbling his mouth and gripping his cock was too much. Fooling around with Dotti had charged his nuts. He had really figured on dumping a blast in her cunt for starters. 

"Uhhhhh!" he moaned, feeling the stinging surges of his passion throb his prick. Dotti gasped, pressing her jugs around his cock. Cindi's fingers drew back and a white burst of jism splashed up on Dotti's chin. 

Cindi fell back on the sofa, watching the man stuff pulse from Carl's knob. The hunch of his hips, the strained look on his face, the dribble of white cream down on Dotti's tit mounds—it was so stimulating! She wanted to seize her cunt mound and get off herself. 

Dotti caressed Carl's cock with her breasts and fingers. As he leaned back, breathing hard, she gave his cock a few more squeezes and looked over at Cindi. 

"Honey, you look like you're about to get one yourself!" Dotti giggled. 

"Ohhh, I am!" Cindi breathed, her hips lifting in coital thrusts. 

"Well, slide your ass over and I'll do it for you!" Dotti said, rising. 

Cindi hardly remembered the next thing. She was moving over to make room for Dotti and tipping her mouth for a kiss when the brunette's mouth touched her. As the tongue bladed sweetly inward and Dotti's fingers cupped her cunt mound, the first burning stabs of Cindi's need began to stream achingly from her clit! 

Cindi grabbed Dotti around the neck while her hips jiggled up and down and her tongue was leaping into Dotti's mouth! She was coming with a girl! But it didn't matter. The beats of her climax were too sharp and neat. She had held her first cock, and she had seen it spurt. It was not that she and Dotti were making out. Dotti was just finishing the fun for her. 

Damn, I sure needed this! Cindi thought, as the twinges of aftermath trembled her loins. It's so much better than masturbating! It's sharing, and it's heavier than hell. I'm gonna have a whole lot more of it! John bad his easy pussy, and I'm getting mine! 

"Oh, you sure come hard, honey!" Dotti giggled, opening Cindi's halter. "Nice pretty tits. Carl, baby, you care if we do some more making out? Will that get your prick up again?" 

"Yeah," Carl chuckled. 

"Let's go to my room and get things going," Dotti gurgled. She whispered in Cindi's ear. "When he isn't around, we can fuck, honey." 

CHAPTER SIX 

"Don't just stand there, Cindi," Dotti giggled, removing her red jersey. "Take your shorts off and let me see your pussy." 

They were in Dotti's bedroom, and Carl was in the John cleaning his cock. His clothes were tossed over the back of a chair. 

"You little twat," Cindi whispered. "Why didn't you let Carl get me?" 

"After a guy comes, he's out of it for a while. You should know that," Dotti giggled. "What's a little fun between chicks, huh?" 

Cindi trembled, not wanting to act like a complete square. Touching the cute brunette's tits had been pleasurable. It was safe sex, and it was the in thing at school. Now that she had stopped waiting for her father to break her in, she might as well enjoy it all. Short of cock in cunt, Cindi didn't trust condoms. John squirted bugless semen. 

"Okay," Cindi laughed. "I haven't seen your cunt yet." 

"Last night you did," Dotti smiled, "but it was kind of dark." She unfastened her cutoffs and dropped them to the floor. She wore thin blue bikini panties, and their crotch showed a trace of wetness. 

"Didn't you have your fun before I came over?" Cindi asked. She unzipped her shorts to slide them down from her hips. Her red bikini panties were sopped along her slit. 

"It takes me a while to get hot, honey," Dotti giggled, her big tits swaying as she wiggled nearer. "You sure made it fast. You must've played with , your clit before you dropped over." 

"Oh, some," Cindi smiled. 

"Cute pussy," Dotti giggled, catching Cindi around the waist. She pushed her cunt mound into Cindi's crotch. Their breasts met tinglingly, and Cindi felt her clit responding. The velvety warm touch of Dotti's body felt surprisingly good. 

Cindi slid her hands down to Dotti's ass, and she held her mouth out for a kiss. Dotti took her lips quickly. Their tongues met and coiled. Cindi pushed her titties forward and felt Dotti shiver. Not bad at all! Of course, she had been turned on by seeing and holding Carl's prick, watching it belch a white stream of jism. 

Dotti spread her thighs, and Cindi realized she was taking over; the cuddly brunette was the "girl." Cindi glued her moist, panty-covered pussy to Dotti's cunt and hunched swiftly. It wasn't like kissing Carl and feeling his cock, but it held a lot of promise for future thrills. 

Alone with Dotti, she was not even sure she could come. But the day had been so full of shocks and surprises, she could believe almost anything. Dotti felt so smooth and voluptuous. She was really pushing her cunt out; the feel of two pussies sliding together, even covered, was bringing up Cindi's clit again. 

Carl pumped his prick a few times and stepped out of the can. Somehow, he had to get his stinger in that long-legged blonde. At school, she didn't mingle, was always alone, acting as if she was too good for the studs. Al Hood hadn't got it, and he was considered pretty smooth with a pussy. 

Dotti pulled out of Cindi's embrace and looked at Carl. Her dark eyes fastened on his prick as she wiggled over in front of him. 

"We never did suck it, hot stuff," she cooed, reaching for his cock. 

"I want to fuck," he grinned. "How about you, Cindi?" 

"I don't fuck," she said, easing backward into a chair. "You two go ahead. I didn't get a very good look last night." 

He wanted to tell her to go screw herself, but some of the best lookers were always hardest to make out with. She sure loved kissing and tit play, though. Maybe if she watched him dump a load in Dotti she would take those creamed panties off and spread out for him. Most of them only said they wouldn't fuck to start with. 

Cindi was trying to act very cool about all this, but Carl's prick was looking better and better. Here was an available cock, and John's wasn't. Saving herself for her father seemed more ridiculous every moment; he wouldn't give in, no matter what. Dotti had fun with the guys because she put out. It was as simple as that. 

I'll talk to Ellen about getting on the pill, Cindi thought. Then I can fuck raw cock! It should feel a lot better than taking it with one of those rubbers. I had my hand on Carl's prick, and now I need it in me! 

Dotti lowered her panties and slid onto the bed, her thighs wide open. Carl picked up his pants, took out his box of rubbers, drew one from the container, and peeled it down over his rigid prick. The sheath was so very thin his cock looked almost natural. Cindi felt more juice leaking into her panties. 

"Get your ass over on the bed and I'll give you some of this, too, baby," he grinned, arching his hips at her. 

"Come on, honey!" Dotti gurgled. "It feels real good in there." 

Cindi shook her head, not trusting her voice. Carl shrugged, moved to the bed, and crawled between Dotti's outspread legs. His head lowered to her tit, and he drew a nipple in his lips to suck it. Dotti cooed, running her fingers through his long, wavy hair. 

"He likes my tits," Dotti giggled, gazing over at Cindi. "At least take off your panties so we can see your pussy." 

Oh, they're laying it on me! Cindi thought. Like last night, she's so casual about it. It's almost like she was having a Coke with a guy. I want it to be special when a guy humps his prick into me! 

Dotti arched up one tittie and then the other. It was real neat having her nipples kissed right in front of Cindi. She had Cindi beat in that department, anyway. Plenty of chicks were after Carl. He could have just about his pick at school, and even Helene liked him. She said it was okay to go steady with Carl. Her Mom knew what that meant—putting out. 

It was kind of funny about Helene and Carl. The previous week when he had dropped by to see Dotti, she had been in the johnny, and Helene had met him at the door. When Dotti had finally appeared, she could swear she had interrupted something, because Carl had a kind of flustered look on his face. 

The thought of her mother playing games with a guy young enough to be her son was weird. Helene had no steady, though. Her eyes sure lit up when she talked about John Allison, Cindi's dad. Well, Helene was only thirty-seven. She got her share of cock when she went out two or three nights a week. 

"You gonna play with your pussy, Cindi?" Dotti giggled. 

"No!" Cindi exclaimed. Her cheeks were flushed. 

"Get over here and I'll do it," Dotti laughed. "On his second shot, Carl takes a long time!" 

Cindi was frantic. Dotti was a bitch, like those three twats on the beach, about to take a cock and still chattering, acting real with-it. "Second shot" indeed! Cindi did want Dotti to fondle her pussy. There was no question about that. The sweet urgency in her loins was turning into a hard ache. 

Suddenly, Carl was putting his prick into Dotti's cunt. The brunette reached down to steer it, her plump thighs spread farther, and Cindi watched the sheathed cock ooze slowly into the up-tilted cunt. What a sight! There had been too many shadows the previous evening. Now she was able to view the whole thing in intimate detail. Dotti uttered a little gasp of delight. 

"Uhhhh!" Carl muttered, hunching down and in. His chest lowered to Dotti's titties, and she grabbed him around the shoulders as he began to fuck. 

"Is it good cunt, honey?" Dotti gurgled. 

"Yeahh!" he said, his voice strained. The movements of Carl's ass, the basic coital thrusts, and the expression of animal lust on his face all said he was much more excited than Dotti. He was not going to squirt on her tits this time. He had it in her and would shoot it there. 

"Ohh, it's real big, stud!" Dotti breathed, finally showing some interest. Her thighs pulled back farther, as if she were trying to take more of his cock—a repeat of the night before but more stimulating, Cindi thought. She had seen and heard so much since then: peeping at John and Ellen, the picnic with her father, and all that scrambling around inside the girls' tent. The inside of Cindi's brain seemed to be filled with the image of John's huge, dark, thick cock. This was just another agonizing peep show, more vivid than the others. 

In spite of her resolve not to, she seized her panty-hugged pussy and started thrusting her hips on her hand. Her clit was a hot dagger of need. She had to finish! Cindi's left hand flew to her tingly titties. She cupped the left one and felt the burning lift of her passion. Her head whirled. The scene in front of her dimmed, and all that mattered was the surging pulses of fun shooting through her clit! 

Cindi heard the chair creaking with her efforts. Her thighs jerked, and her titties pushed way forward. She could hear her far-away cry of victory! It was more than fun that was leaping from her cunt! It was just about the heaviest climax of her life! The luscious pangs were so damned good they hurt her tender pussy flesh! She had waited so long—too long. 

Look at that blonde get her goodies! Dotti thought, enviously. I figured she was putting me on a while ago, on the sofa, but not anymore. She's fucking her hand like it was a prick! Carl'll sure be after that cunt! 

Carl moaned and started hunching faster. The scene was turning him on. And no wonder! It was also heating Dotti. The drive of his rigid prick felt sweeter than it ever had. The night before, after Cindi's sudden departure, Dotti had made it only once, even though Carl had used up three rubbers. 

"Ohhh, I'm making it, I'm getting off!" Dotti panted. 

Carl shuddered and went into his short strokes. 

The hard, busy drives were groovy, feeling a prick puff and throb in her pussy proved how appealing Dotti was. She was not going to let Cindi take Carl away from her! Carl was also making it! 

"Ughhhh! Fuuuuuck!" he moaned, jolting in so hard Dotti's ass slipped along the bedspread. 

"Ohhhh, I'm coming!" Dotti cried. The tingles were good. Sometimes she had to fool around with her pussy for half an hour or more to make it come. She could not understand how Cindi could get hers off twice in a row. Older women could, she knew, because she had overheard Helene tell a woman friend one day that three orgasms were just starters for her. 

Carl finished with shudders and moans, breathing like a steam engine. Dotti panted fast, too. She looked over at Cindi. Her blonde friend was recovering, slumped in the chair like a rag doll, her hips still shifting. 

Suddenly, Cindi's eyes opened. She flushed and leaped from the chair. Grabbing up her halter and shorts, she ran from the bedroom. 

* * * 

Helene Fancher was bored stiff. Driving around the city had not produced anything interesting. She had not had a good fuck for a week, and one of her now-and-then dates was out of town. She had stopped in one cocktail lounge and two chicks had I invited her up to their pad for a girl-party, but today she craved prick. The damned place was teeming with chicks on the make. While she occasionally went for it, it was not really her bag. Sometimes a woman her age needed good, hard pumping cock, the feel of a man, the gush of semen. 

Cruising on a side street she saw a car she recognized: John Allison's big sedan. It was pulled up in front of the Santa Rosa Bar, and she quickly found a parking spot. Now there was a stud she could really go for! Married ones suited her better. She wanted no close ties—as long as she collected all that nice alimony from her ex. Helene loved variety. 

In the cozy twilight of the lounge, she spotted John at the bar and felt a twinge in the clit. Heads turned as she swayed up and sat beside him. She wore a tight skirt and a peasant blouse that gave her tits a chance to show off—with minimal undies. 

"Look who's here," she murmured, nudging John's left leg with a nyloned knee. "Big John—all alone." 

"Hi, neighbor," he said, looking at the cleft between her boobs. "Are you horsing or just teasing?" 

"Both," she giggled. "Interested?" 

"Didn't know you cared," he grinned. He'd had quite a few. "But I'm beat. I'm drained." 

"I'll bet I can get it up," she purred in his ear, letting her left breast cushion into his arm. A sweet itch warmed her clit. Half drunk or not, his masculinity was like a warm hand on her cunt. She knew his reputation, how he usually chased young stuff; he had even married one. 

The well-padded girl behind the bar wiggled up in front of Helene. "You buying or selling, honey?" 

"Well, fuck you, too, baby," Helene smiled pleasantly. "At least, mine are real." 

"What is this, a tit contest?" the girl offered. "Don't bother the paying customers." 

"Let's get out of here, doll," John said, finishing his drink. 

"Hey, I was kidding," the girl protested. 

A few moments later, they were in Helene's car. She leaned back in the seat and let her skirt slither up to her crotch. John dropped his left hand into the V of Helene's nyloned thighs. She opened them, turning halfway toward him. He cupped her pantied cunt and she lifted it encouragingly. Drained or not, that lump in his pants was just terrific. 

Two weeks earlier, Helene had been invited to a cocktail party at the Allison's, and she had decided then she wanted to fuck with John. He had that kind of effect on women. They looked at him and knew he was a panther. 

"Does it do anything for you, horse?" she giggled. "It sure does for me." 

"Never let it be said I didn't try," John chuckled. He drew his left hand away and replaced it with his right, gazing down inside her blouse. He gave Helene's cunt a squeeze, she felt tingles fanning out through her pelvis. Those two martinis she had downed earlier were working overtime. 

"Well, don't finger fuck me right here," she giggled. "Let's go someplace." 

"You pick the spot," he said. 

Helene suddenly recalled she had the key to a woman friend's apartment. Beth was in Europe with a young screenwriter ten years her junior. Beth was a rich widow; she and Helene had got it on a couple of times using a two-pronged dildo. 

Shivering, Helene started the motor, a heady surge of need bunching in her groin. John kept his hand on her pussy, and she managed to drive with her legs open. She was so excited, she almost ran a red light. John might prefer young cunt, but he was sure going for hers. 

John was recovering from the emptiness he had felt after bringing Cindi home. He had really hurt her. Maybe he should have fucked his daughter. Booze loosens the morals, so he had purposely not taken any liquor to the picnic. He could worry about incest tomorrow. The classy divorcee from next door wanted a fuck, and his cock was getting up. 

He didn't ask questions about the extravagant apartment with a fine view of Santa Rosa Island, but it obviously belonged to a woman of good taste, since the decorations were very sensual. He had not been this drunk for a long time. Another easy lay, and the pussy he wanted most he couldn't touch. 

"Drink first?" Helene cooed, gliding against him, her tits riding hard on his chest, her rich thighs opened, and her cunt flattened to his basket. 

"At intermission," John chuckled, gripping her resilient ass, and lifting her skirt behind. He ran a finger across her fine warm thighs between the stocking tops and panties. 

"Oh, shit, you feel good," she breathed in his ear. "Isn't Wendy doing her homework?" 

"I'm just teaching her how to be a good fuck," he grinned. 

"You dirty animal—but I love it!" she said. Her lips coursed along his cheek as she found his mouth and opened her mouth wide. He burrowed into the clinging softness, his cockhead beginning to swell. Her tongue flicked and flirted, while a soft whine came up in her throat. 

He touched her panty-hugged cunt and she trembled, giving him more tongue. Her slit was already juiced, and he played along it as she back tipped her ass. No matter how hungry a pussy was, he always gave it plenty of fingers and mouth, exploring and re-exploring. Making the woman come was the mark of a good craftsman. The rest was pure delight. 

John tickled Helen's cunt and nibbled around on her lips till she gasped and buried her face against his shoulder. Her short, dark wavy hair smelled great, and her arms gripped as if she were starved for cock. She was a grown-up image of Dotti, her twitchy-assed daughter. That dainty little cunt needed fucking, too. 

"Let's get these clothes off, honey," she breathed, "unless you want me to come right here!" 

"I heard once that French girls are good at humping," he murmured. 

"Oh, you've been in Europe, you probably already know that," she said, shivering. "I want you to know right now, whenever you want a little on the side, just call." 

"It depends on how good it is," he laughed. 

Helene felt a high, sweet glow she had not experienced for ages. Whoever had fucked with John earlier had not taken all of his strength. Helene had the Continental outlook on sex, even though she had not been born in France, as many people thought. Her ex, Henri, had taught her that. Her father was working in the embassy at Paris when Henri had spotted her at eighteen. 

A typical provincial American, Helene had not known much about sex. Henri had even picked her cherry, though he waited almost a month after the marriage to tear it. But he had sure enjoyed her body from one end to the other; he had broken her in before his big moment, finally easing his cock into her cunt. 

Two years later, Helene had learned why he went off so infrequently with her. He had been keeping a middle-aged concubine the whole time. She was already pregnant with Dotti, by then, so she went along with it. But after they moved to the States and he had built up a good income, she had cut the string. 

The idea of a horse like John getting pussy on the sly was not offensive to Helene. Girls could be polygamous, too. Henri had awakened her to her basic, natural desires, and she had learned that just owning a cunt didn't mean a girl got fun out of it. She had even learned to masturbate proficiently, and even that took practice and know how. 

"I'll bet I'm better than your average fuck, honey," Helene said. 

He grinned and released her. John was smoother than silk and had had lots of experience. He removed his clothes almost casually, watching Helene do her own bedroom strip. Tits first—she took the blouse away slowly. Her bra was designed to lift and shape. Her nipples were bare. Having them stand out against the blouse fabric gave her added allure. 

"Ummm," John smiled, a spot of color on each side of his throat. "Good boobs. I like those long nipples." 

Helene giggled, left the bra in place, and unfastened her skirt. John's shirt came away. He got out of the trousers and shoes but left his socks on. A married man at home removes his socks, a lover leaves them on. His briefs were white and tight. The mountain inside them was almost scary. 

After Dotti was born I had my vagina snugged by surgery, she remembered. Henri has only six inches, and my current halfway steady isn't well endowed. But God! This animal has a monster! My cunt is just streaming. Wendy is a very lucky little twat. 

Her skirt dropped, and she stepped out of it, leaving her heels and nylons and panties. John grinned. Suddenly, the head of his cock swelled up past the band of his briefs. Helene felt a wave of dizziness. That glands, still untouched by a surgeon's knife, like Henri's, was three inches thick! 

"You are built like a horse," she breathed. All that stuff about what a man did with his cock being more important than the size was pure shit. Even a few minutes of such a tool would be worth an hour of ordinary prick! 

"Good body," he smiled, his blue eyes shiny. Something about wide-shouldered, blond men excited Helene. It was to be another conquest of Brittany by the Vikings. John's savage appeal hit her in the cunt like a hammer. One girl would never satisfy a stud like him. 

"The bedroom's over here," she said, parading ahead of him. 

John sniffed the delicate aroma of cunt, watching the twist of Helene's ass in the black mini-panties. Maybe he could muster up another big gush of semen. 

The bedroom was as fluffily feminine as the rest of the place with its big round bed and a carpet deep enough to fuck on. Erotic water colors on the nearest wall showed two girls and one guy tangling and two chicks fucking. 

"Your friend a lesbian?" John asked, steering Helene to the bed. 

"She likes it both ways. A very wealthy widow. You interested?" 

"My cock's in enough trouble already," he muttered. Forget Cindi! Some young guy'll come along and punch her cherry. She has to learn one way or another. I've got Wendy and Ellen—and now Helene. 

Shuddering, Helene stretched back on the resilient bed, opened her legs, and watched John lower his briefs. How true her first glimpse had been! She had once seen such a cock in a dirty movie. Nine or ten inches of pure meat—but she had never dreamed she would get a shot at one. Her clit stiffened, and her nipples erected as if they were already being kissed. 

"I envy young Wendy," Helene gurgled, undulating her ass. "If you two ever want a little three-some, you know who to call." 

"Afraid she isn't that liberated yet," John grinned. He sat at her right, his hand sliding along her thighs toward her eager cunt. He had beautiful hands, almost as skillful as a woman's. Helene arched her hips, shivering with sweet anticipation. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

"How do you like the first one, baby," John grinned, slipping his hand inside the thin black panties. "Fingers? Mouth? Cock?" 

"Oh!" Helene breathed, feeling him explore her puffy cunt mouth. "I love some head, then the prick." Henri had trained her well, but she had been on top most of the time. Her latest steady was rather square; he wanted to do the thrusting. Her only real compensation was that at fifty-five he had to work at it a while before he got off. 

"Good," John smiled, sliding his finger into her cunt. Her vagina twitched as his eyes showed pleasure. Henri had taught her that, too. Clench his prick. Her rewards had been total, even though it had taken her several years to grip very hard. 

"Ohhh!" she whispered, as the dreamy tingles spread through her loins. "Don't make me wait too long." 

John's thumb pressed Helene's clit, and his expression revealed his excitement. At Henri's insistence, she'd had a French surgeon unhood her clitoris. Her thrills after that had been much sharper. The tender tip was almost too sensitive, but with Henri using just his soft lips she had learned to come really good. 

John trembled with new interest. She had a snug cunt and a neat little stand-up clit almost as strong as Ellen's. And she could tighten her box! Somebody had coached her well. He already knew he'd be back for more of this educated pussy. 

"That feels terrific, baby," he said, watching her respond with delicate tremors, getting another cunt-clench on the finger. Her French husband had done an excellent job. 

John drew his hand out of the moistened panties, and Helene squirmed quickly to the center of the round bed. She slipped her panties down her legs and away. As her thighs opened again, he looked at her cunt, and Old Dick tensed. The outer labia were expanded to show the sweet coral inner flesh. Her dark bush was thin and curly. Juice trickled from the rosy slit. 

The bull lust to leap between her legs and ram it home caught at John's nuts. This was what made the difference between him and a guy who didn't know about the fine art of enjoying a turned-on pussy. Helene expected a competent lover, and she was going to get it. He crouched on his knees at her right and lowered his head to the upper part of her crevice, lipping the tender spike of her sex. 

"Qhhhhh! Ohhhh!" Helene whined, her head tossing from side to side. Her dainty clit flexed between his lips as her fine plush thighs quivered. He ran his left hand up to her bare-tipped breasts. She seized his wrist and pressed his fingers hard against her boobs. 

He rested his mouth, letting her savor the nuances of anticipation. Her long pink-brown nipples, perched on faint pink aureoles, were as stiff as pokers. He was purposely holding his prick so she couldn't reach it. Seeing it had stirred her enough for now. 

God, he knows what makes a cunt sing sweet music! Helene thought, riding along on a wonderful high of erotic expectancy. I haven't been manhandled like this for years and years! My clit's ready to fire, and my tits feel as big as tents! I could lose my head about a tiger like him! Ohhhhh, here comes my funnnn! 

John's lips fastened on Helen's cunt, and her clit began to pulse. Suddenly, his finger oozed into her twitching vagina! Throb, throb went her love cannon! Her cunt tightened in voluptuous cadences, the pangs of rapture shaking her body like a wild fever! The in-and-out oozings of John's finger were timed magically with Helene's pounding. She squealed. 

John felt the honeyed fun-gun, and heard her plaintive cry of womanly thrall. Old Dick stiffened into full erectness. The vivid shimmy of Helene's legs and arms, her manner of total giving, reminded him of Ellen. He wished to hell he could top out as many times as a really turned-on woman. 

"Uhhh! Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhh!" she panted, rushing into her after-twitches, her hands now caught in his hair, her hips lifting in rhythm. For John, feeling a clit go off on his lips was one of life's best experiences. He rested his fuckfinger in the fluttering cunt flesh as Helene softened, breathing jerkily. He had her hooked now. He could do just about anything with her. His cock wanted to be in there. 

John kissed Helene's "little boy in the boat" and drew his finger out of her snug, drippy cunt. She uttered a little moan of joy while her hands were fondling his face and ears, the rise and fall of her tits adding to his visual pleasure. He settled down at her side and guided her hand to his tumid cock. 

"Ohhhh!" she breathed, gripping it hungrily. "Ohhh, God!" 

"Gooood pussy," John murmured, flattening his fingers on her cunt, liking her last eager lifts, and the wide spread of her lush, tapered thighs. 

Helene rested, absorbing her tingles like a sponge, savoring each nuance of aftermath. Nobody had forged such a chain of response inside her since Henri. Her last lesbian fuck paled into insignificance. That beautiful big long cock! Holding it, loving it with her fingers, and wanting it tightly and slidingly in her cunt filled her cup of joy. 

"You really pulled my trigger, honey!" she breathed happily. "Goooood prick!" 

He laughed. "I thought you were gonna flop off the bed." 

"Beast!" she giggled. That was another thing that made bedroom pleasures—a sense of humor, a little kidding and lying, and a little fuck talk. Being serious was for court judges. Making out was for fun. 

"You must have a whole foot of prick!" she gurgled. "When do I get to suck it?" 

"You said you could get it up," he chuckled. 

"Jesus, what do you call up?" she laughed. "Are you hiding part of it?" 

They both broke out laughing. Already, she could see good times ahead. She would have a little talk with Wendy. Maybe the pussy next door could share him once in a while! 

Helene unfastened her bra and slid above him, her legs on either side of his. She cuddled her cunt at the base of John's cock, bracing her shoulders with her arms, arching her boobs down. His hands claimed them, and he grinned. 

"I need it up in my cunt, honey. I'll suck it later, okay?" 

"I like an active girl," he smiled. "Terrific breasts." 

"I'm sure no girl anymore, but keep talking," she giggled. She came up on her knees, nudging her leaky cunt on the underside of his slanted cock. His hands cradled her tits beautifully. Having them played with was one of her favorite joys. When she had her fun all by herself, she could work on her tits, wiggle her ass, and get it off. A vibrating dildo was much better. 

"We'll have to do this again, baby," he smiled, tensing his cock. 

"I hope so!" she breathed, sliding her aching cunt toward his huge knob. "That's a whole lot of cock!" 

Shuddering, Helene lifted high enough to fasten her cunt mouth on John's glands. She felt her labia spread on his cockhead. Her inner flesh opened and opened. The tumid knob began to ooze up into her vagina! He was spreading her flesh farther than it had ever spread for prick. Her stretched cunt mouth twitched around his cock. The thrills were just heavier than hell! 

"Ohhhh, my God!" she gasped, stroking down. "Uhhhh! UHHH!" 

I've got every hot inch of it, and nothing ever felt so heavenly! she thought, her vagina clenching again. It's easy to see why Wendy looks so well fucked. Getting all of this regularly would blow my mind! I'll give him such a good fucking he'll be after more! A stud like him will always have extra pussy around, no matter what. 

John knew he had uncovered a jewel almost comparable to Ellen. Helene's fine, snug cunt moved around his cock the way a hot cunt should. With sweet little tightenings, her cunt mouth clasped the root of his prick like warm fingers. Some lucky bastard had trained her well, but it was obvious she'd never had so much cockmeat up in her box. 

He was used to that. He had long-cocked plenty of girls, including the three chicks at the beach. Somehow, he knew that Cindi's dainty pussy would be even tighter around his cock. He had to stop thinking and wondering about it. His daughter was haunting him, and his drinking had not changed things—only made them worse. 

Now, when he had expected to find Helene just an average fuck, he had uncovered a sensational playmate. Her years in France had done it. She was as sensually alive as she looked, and girls raised in the States were the poorest at prodding in the world. Ninety-nine per cent of them didn't know shit about sex. They knew how to dress and look sharp and act sexy, but get your prick in, and it was like nothing. On top of that, the price was too high: a wedding ring, a big house, lots of luxuries just for the questionable privilege of jacking off in a loose, unresponsive cunt. They even wanted complete fidelity. Wendy was better than most. At least she was trying to learn, and her daddy's influence had brought him all kinds of new business. 

"Ohhhh, ohhh!" Helene whined, starting her hunching. Her long thick nipples and firm tits were an added bonus. There was no put-on here. She loved it. 

"Come at will," he smiled. "Get as many as you want." 

"Uhhhh! Ohhhh!" she gasped. "I never had a cock like this in my life!" 

John had heard that before, but it still tickled his ego. Cunt was really what he lived for. A successful one got plenty if he worked it right. To him, there was a little whore in every woman and a bit of pimp in every male. Fucking just for the fun of it, like Helene and Ellen—that did make a whale of a difference. 

Helene began the ecstatic climb to her peak. Topping a cock was really the only way to fuck in her book. Henri had taught her that, too. She owed him for her liberal education in sensuality, her erotic awakening. But the thought of her husband humping other dames all during their early married years had finally turned her off. Since the divorce, she had changed her outlook. It was her turn now to sample new stuff. She knew she would like to make the scene with Wendy, and young Cindi was ripe for plucking. But hot rigid cock was her best stimulant. 

Helene stroked carefully right up to the edge of her orgasm and paused, her clit and cunt aching for the finish. Her vagina tightened sweetly as a shower of thrills spread delectably through her pelvis, arms, legs, and tits. This was what put sparkle in the day and made life full and rich. This and this and this was what a girl needed more than anything. 

Her juices were drooling down around his nuts, and he was teasing her nipples with almost feminine knowingness. Her tit peaks had not been so puffed and tender for years! She was dragging her fun out to the very limit. 

"Baby, you're good up there," he murmured. 

"Ohhhh! Uhhhhhh, God! I gotta break one!" 

"Ride hard and come off!" he muttered, tensing his huge beautiful prick. She balanced precariously at the crest of her lust, feeling the pangs flex her clitoris and spread to her prick-filled vagina! She squealed as the pounds of her climax clenched her cunt in voluptuous rhythm! Her excited nipples seemed to spurt sex in his hands. Her hips lunged, and she jabbed that dreamy knob at her cuntal depths. Then her entire pelvis convulsed. She heard herself moaning and panting. She was fucking like a machine! She could not recall when she had gone off so beautifully before. 

This cunt reminds me so much of Ellen, it's like I had her big tits in my hands, John thought, feeling Helene's vibrant responses, the lively clenching of her cunt membranes. Jesus, man, this is gooooood cuuuuunt! She can really flip that ass! When she comes, she squeals like a stuck hog. 

Again, the delightful shimmy of Helene's whole body as she sailed into her last hunches pleased his senses. Her back arched, and the expression of thrall on her face was so intense his prick answered with good tensings. She moaned and softened as he released her breasts and cuddled them to his chest. Her rich thighs gripped his ribs, while her convulsive last shivers told how much she was enjoying herself. 

"Uhhhh! Uh, uh, uhhhh!" she panted against his throat. "Oh, Big John really got me off that time!" 

John cupped Helene's trembling ass cheeks. Her mouth found his, and she raked his chest with her tits while her tongue was stabbing like crazy. A flurry of strokes, more trembles, and finally her mouth broke free. She relaxed like a kitten. 

"Pussy comes real good," he chuckled. "Here pussy. Here pussy." 

"Is that all you think about, animal?" she giggled. 

"When it's this hot and twitchy," he grinned. 

"If you opened my head right now, all you'd see is prick!" she breathed. "Your prick." 

"Yeah, these things fit pretty good," he said. And right now I wish Cindi was up there, her cute little cunt crammed with my meat. 

* * * 

Cindi rushed into the house, glad that no one was around to see her so flushed and upset. She ran quickly to her room and fell across the bed, tears in her eyes. The nagging burning in her pussy remained. She had to unload her passion. It had been a horrible day. She grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and bunched it between her legs. She would not have to remove her panties and shorts, she was so feverish for a finish. 

I hated John this afternoon, but I don't now, she thought, her hips thrusting at the pillow. If he was only here under me, his big hard prick sliding in my pussy, I'd just fuck and fuck till he got enough! He could play with me, and eat me—or anything! 

Her fun was starting already! She couldn't hold it back or drag it out this time. The ache to have it was too compelling. Stings of need gripped her groin as she hunched faster and faster. Watching Carl and Dotti had stripped all her shame away. She was an animal, straining for her climax! She was in heat, and only rigid cock would tame her lusts. But the cock she craved was forbidden! 

Oh, it's coming real hard and big! Every time lately the climaxes are better! I'm gonna have his prick, no matter what! Ohhh, ohhh! It's like his prick was in me! 

A cry left Cindi's lips as the candy-coated thrills pulsed furiously from her clitoris. Moving her ass seemed to increase her delight. She was giving, not taking. She was showing John what a good fuck was really like! He would just love her nice, fresh virginal pussy! Ohhhh, it was so good, so very wonderful and goooood! 

Cindi's twinges of relief had never been sweeter. Her pussy mouth was contracting! She hunched and hunched for the last sensations, her legs shivery with her effort and her breathing heavy. She slumped at last, tingles still fanning out from her clit, her nipples poking at the hold of her halter. He would love her breasts, too—so firm and pretty. 

An hour later, showered and refreshed, Cindi waited for John to return home. She wore her tightest pair of dark pants, a snug pink jersey, and heels, wanting to look her best for him. She wanted to apologize for some of her remarks. Wendy and Ellen hadn't returned, either. It was funny they were gone so long. 

In the library, she was searching for a new book that was supposed to be real dirty when she spotted an old family album she had never seen from John's side of the family. She took it to a chair and sat, looking at very old snapshots, some taken in Montana when John was just a boy. He was handsome even then. But one suddenly drew her attention. 

"John and Ellen" was written below it. They stood side by side, and the resemblance was striking. He had known her since she was in her teens! Maybe she was a distant cousin! Then, at the top of the snapshot, she read "brother and sister." 

Oh, no! But there the evidence was: the kinship between them and their actions were suddenly explained. John was fucking his own older sister—and had been for years! 

Cindi snapped the album closed and returned it to the drawer, her hands shaking. Incest was not new to them, at all. Posing as his housekeeper kept her near so they could enjoy their illicit pleasure. This was what they'd been hinting at, what they couldn't talk about. 

Oh, if he can fuck his sister, he can fuck his daughter, too! That's why he said "no" and got so awfully mad! He's already guilty, and maybe Ellen's the worst, because women don't fuck unless they really like a guy. She's older. Maybe she started it! 

A car stopped out front. Cindi shivered, hoping it was John. No, she heard Ellen and Wendy, their words and laughter. As they came in the front door, Cindi peeked from the library door which was not quite closed. 

"That was just beautiful fun, honey," Ellen smiled, her arms gliding around Wendy's waist. 

"Right!" Wendy giggled, lifting her mouth for a kiss. 

Their lips met. Cindi could see their tongues wrestling, their breasts cuddled together, their cunts pressed close. Ellen was dressed attractively, looking better than Cindi had ever seen her—except in that lacy bedroom outfit when she had entertained John in her apartment. 

Cindi shuddered. Two revelations in one day was almost too much. She wondered how long this had been going on. 

Finally, they broke apart with little pats and squeezes. 

"You talk to John, like you promised, honey," Ellen smiled. 

"Oh, I will. Don't worry!" Wendy giggled. "We'll all have a ball." 

Cindi retreated, her heart thumping. When their voices faded away, she ran to the library window, raised the lower sash carefully, and crawled out. A row of shrubs shielded her movements. Moments later, she came in by the front door, rather noisily. 

Those two bitches want a threesome with John! Cindi thought, envy crawling through her mind. "All have a ball" could mean nothing else! Having him alone was not enough. They wanted a party. And John would go for that. She had watched him take on three willing beach cunts. 

Wendy came into the room smiling. 

"You and Dotti have a good afternoon, honey?" 

Cindi wanted to say, "We sure did. I watched her boyfriend make out with her and I ran home. I fucked a pillow for MY fun. I didn't rub cunts!" Instead, she said, "Oh, sure." 

"You look cute in that outfit, Cindi," Wendy said. "But you're kind of pale. Anything the matter?" 

"No," Cindi said, not able to meet Wendy's eyes. 

"Well, when John comes home we're going to have a nice barbecue on the patio. That'll perk you up." 

The only thing that'll perk me up is a fuck from my father! Cindi thought. 

The sound of a car pulling up in front gave her a tingle. "That must be him now. I'll tell him." 

Wendy nodded and walked back toward the rear. Cindi rushed out the front door just as John was leaving his big sedan. 

"Hey," he smiled. "Here's my pretty young daughter looking sharp." 

The way her father's eyes warmed as he surveyed her body gave Cindi another twinge in the pussy. She had fixed up for him and he liked it, but what she had discovered in the family album took away some of her pleasure. 

"We've got to have another talk, John," she managed, her voice shaky. 

"You're really upset, kitten," he said smoothly. "What is it?" 

"I was just going through one of your family picture albums," she said accusingly. "And I know—about you and Ellen." 

John felt a hard jolt in the balls. Of all the fucking bad luck! He had forgotten about those Montana snapshots. He had fully intended to burn them but had waited too long. A fantastic afternoon with Helene Fancher, and now this. 

He felt his face turn hot. Then a coldness gripped his groin. Even in his fucked-out condition, Cindi looked sexy and desirable. 

"Look, Cindi, I'm sorry. It started a long time ago. Sure, I'm an asshole. But Ellen needs me." 

"If you can fuck her, you can fuck me!" Cindi flared. "You know you want to, and I want it. I told you I'd never tell!" 

"We'll talk it out tomorrow, okay?" he muttered. "I'm bushed." 

"Out humping some other cunt, I suppose," Cindi said dryly. She wanted to spill the works about Ellen and Wendy, but she held that back. He probably would simply shrug his shoulders. In some ways, he was a bastard. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Cindi, you're very grown up for your age," Neil Lester said, his dark eyes caressing her body. 

"Well, I love compliments," Cindi giggled, feeling a tingle in the clit. 

It was Sunday afternoon. The barbecue planned for the previous day had been postponed, and John had invited a young trainee of his who had spent many years in England. Neil was dark, slender, and very handsome, in a studious kind of way. His swim trunks revealed a good-sized lump. He was supposed to be twenty-five, but he appeared younger. 

Now the cook out on the patio was in full swing. Music drifted from the two speakers, and Cindi was very glad she had worn her newest mini-bikini. It was black and looked more like a panties-and-bra outfit than a swim suit. Wendy wore a red bikini, and even Ellen had put on a two-piece swim ensemble. For some reason, Helene Fancher had also been invited. 

John sure likes a lot of pussy around, Cindi thought. He hasn't said a word about himself and Ellen. I'll just have to accept the situation. Ellen has been tinting her hair red to try to hide her blondeness, but she and John do look alike, now that I know their secret! 

"Like to dance, Cindi?" Neil said. 

"It's about time you asked!" she bubbled. Helene, in a tight blue bikini, had been casting glances at Neil, and Cindi wanted him to be her date. The others were near the bar and barbecue layout having highballs, laughing, and telling stories. 

Cindi was really surprised to see Ellen in a swim-suit. She looked fabulous. She had never been treated like hired help, and Cindi knew why now. She was sharing the family prick! today, she was even acting differently. She and Wendy and Helene seemed more friendly than usual. Maybe it was just the drinks. Neil had taken only one highball. 

"I like close dancing," Neil murmured, his arm around Cindi's waist. 

"Neat," Cindi giggled, leaning against him. He didn't affect her like John, but she was getting a few warm sensations in the pussy. 

Neil Lester felt the ripe, willowy aliveness of Cindi's youthful body, and his cockhead began swelling. When he had seen a picture of Cindi on John's desk in the office, his mouth had started watering. She had so much going for her he was flattered to be here, touching her, inhaling the sweet aroma of her pussy. 

To Neil, Helene Fancher was a different kind of cunt. Her age didn't bother him. He had gotten some very good humping from gals around thirty-five or older. Born in Colorado, he had gone with his parents to London where his father had been representing a U.S. corporation. His first fuck as a teenager had been with the Lester's middle-aged housekeeper who trained him in bedroom manners. 

He was not a stallion like John Allison, but he got plenty of pussy just the same. Things in England were different. If men married at all, they usually waited until they were thirty-five—and then it was for position or money. With so much cunt available, it was silly to settle down for American-type "love." That was for suckers. But fucking the boss' daughter might get him fucked at his job. Well, he would sniff around. 

"Mmmmm, I bet you've been around with a lot of chicks," Cindi murmured in his ear. She was pushing her fine hard little titties right at his chest. He could feel her cunt curve against his basket. 

"A few," he said. "English girls are different." 

"Fall right over for you, huh?" Cindi purred. "You ought to try some California stuff." 

He laughed. Too bad he couldn't take her out and eat about three climaxes from her fresh young pussy. She sure as hell needed it. Helene would be the one, though. Earlier, at the bar, she had rubbed against him and let him know it was there. 

"Maybe I have," he said, finally. As a matter of fact, he had spent the previous weekend with two go-go dancers who were sisters, ages nineteen and twenty-two. No far-out stuff—the sisters hadn't cared to touch each other. Their big kicks came from watching as he took turns with them. 

"Well, why don't you try me out?" Cindi purred, pushing her pussy in closer. 

"I'm afraid your father wouldn't permit it." 

Cindi shivered, her clit rising. Fuck John! This could be her chance to get a liberal education. Maybe she could get that awful incest thing out of her mind. She had to—sooner or later! Her father was losing some of his glamour for her. All those years, fucking his own sister! 

"If John says it's okay, will you date me?" Cindi purred. 

"Hell, yes!" he said, his arm tightening. 

Cindi felt like pinching herself to make sure this was real. She was sitting in the bucket seat of Neil Lester's sporty Mustang, a short beach robe around her upper body. The look on John's face when she told him she wanted to go for a ride with Neil! Considering what she knew about John and Ellen, he could hardly refuse. It wasn't really blackmail, but close to it. 

Neil won't let me get knocked up, and John won't get my cherry, after all! That's what was really bugging him. The way I was flirting with Neil right in front of them all, he knows I'm gonna get fucked! Ohh, I really need it! 

"An outdoor movie or something like that?" Neil smiled. 

"What about your apartment?" Cindi said, her nipples already tingling. Neil slowed the car and looked at Cindi closely. She opened her beach robe and spread her long legs so he could see what she had. It was turning dusk now, but the expression on his face told her how much he did want to make out. 

"Well, if that's your idea," he chuckled. 

"I'm big enough and old enough, so why not?" she laughed. 

Neil Lester felt his prickhead swell with sweet anticipation. What a fine leggy body. What a pretty blonde! But John had given his permission in front of witnesses. His new young wife, Wendy, had not seemed surprised. Helene Fancher had acted disappointed, but he knew where she lived, and there would be other days. Getting his stinger in a chick as sexy as Cindi would be a high point in his career. 

If things got too hairy with John, he could return to England. Several firms there had openings for a sharp operator like him. He smiled at Cindi and headed for his pad. Talk about luck, he was having it this evening. He looked at the inviting V of her long, tapered thighs and his tongue turned as hard as his cock. 

Neil's pad overlooked the beach and was expensive as hell. But a man couldn't expect to bring high-class cunt to a dump. A cute Japanese girl cleaned up twice a week. She was a terrific fuck, totally abandoned. The next time she visited his pad she wanted to bring along her younger sister. Yes, Nua was a real jewel, but she wouldn't go out with him in public. 

"Oh, this is neat," Cindi giggled, gazing around the living room of his apartment. She was nervously gripping her handbag very tightly, and he hadn't even kissed her yet. 

Cindi shivered, feeling as high as if she had been drinking. The snap of the door lock as Neil secured it sounded very loud. She was glad he had put his clothes back on, even though she still wore her bikini. This was what girls dreamed about, wondered about. She was almost breathless and just a little frightened. 

"Going to change your mind, Cindi?" he murmured, moving in front of her. 

"No!" she giggled. Her voice was high pitched. She closed the distance between them and snuggled, tipping her head for a kiss. Flirting with him in front of John and the others was one thing, but this was different! 

"Good," he whispered, his hands sliding inside the shorty beach robe. His fingers caressed her nearly naked ass while his mouth grazed her lips. She shot her arms around his neck. As their mouths met full on, she opened hers wide and flicked her tongue. 

Neil worked slowly around on her lips, nibbling and pressing, his hands squeezing her rump. A shower of thrills chased across Cindi's pelvis. She arched her cunt mound at his crotch. He trembled as his mouth grew more assertive, and his tongue wiggled deeper. The ache in her clit was sharp and sweet. Her nipples were stiffening in her halter cups. 

Oh, I'm sure glad I didn't let Al Hood or Carl Wells spread me out. Neil is just what this pussy needs! I won't think about John, I'm gonna lose my cherry and have lots of fun! I can tell Dotti I got my first piece of ass with a real operator! I'll bet Neil's fucked a dozen different girls here. 

He stroked his tongue in her eager mouth as she whined and stroked back with hers. It was beautiful! Her need to be held and caressed and wanted was a hot flame in her body. She would feel no guilt, no worry about incest. This was right! She had to have more than her own fingers could arouse in her clitoris. She wanted good hard sliding cock—and lots of it! 

Cindi's pussy was turning wet. Her clit felt as long and thick as a finger! His tongue was poking in and out, in and out, like a prick in a pussy, and somehow she knew he wanted to eat her! She had waited and waited for her first, cock, and tonight she was going to get it. 

Neil cradled her pretty ass cheeks in his hands, his cock high and stiff against his belly. This chick was man-starved. He had expected a lot of horsing around before the nitty-gritty. But this cute blonde with the long legs and fine hard tits was ready. She couldn't seem to get enough tongue. She was strong and wiry with just the right amount of girlish padding. 

He broke the kiss, and she shivered and hid her face against his shoulder. Her hips arched inward as her pussy mound became glued to his cock lump. 

"Take me in your bedroom and really fuck me," she breathed. 

A week earlier Neil had dated a co-ed and it had taken him an hour to heat her up. Even then, she had been a poor fuck, a dead ass, hardly worth all that effort. Now this filly was really horsing. They had not been in his pad for twenty minutes. 

Holding her with his arm around her naked waist, he guided her toward his bedroom. Her cheeks showed a high flush, and her big blue eyes were shiny with need. Lilac pussy aroma knifed his nostrils. His cock was rock hard. 

In a sweet daze of want, Cindi watched Neil turn on a lamp. She saw the wide bed with its brightly colored sheets turned back and fat red pillows. The drapes were tightly closed, and suddenly her legs felt weak. She threw the robe away and sank to the edge of the bed, her head whirling. 

"Hey, are you all right, Cindi?" Neil asked, dropping down at her right. 

"Yes!" she breathed with a shiver. "I have to tell you. I've never done this, I—" 

"Easy, cutie pie," he murmured. 

"Well, don't stop!" she breathed. "But I don't want it to be bad for you. I mean, I don't know from nothing!" 

I watched Dotti take Carl's prick. I watched Ellen play with John's prick. I sure know how to come by myself. But this is a whole new program! I've got to relax and not be too heavy! I want to be a good fuck! 

"Having fun with a man is easy, Cindi," Neil murmured, trembling. "Girls fall right into it." 

She giggled, watching his hand lift to her tittie pouts. Pressing closer, she held her mouth for another kiss. Her nervousness was easing away as he lifted the bikini halter and molded the bare warm mound of girl flesh. The cute nipple was stiff, and her lips spread eagerly as he drove his tongue in deep. 

Her arms grabbed him again as he tipped her back, and she went willingly. If her pussy was as hot as her lips, there would be no problem relieving this chick of her maidenhead. He hadn't picked a cherry since leaving England. The daughter of one of his steady pieces had come to his apartment asking for some of the fun her mother was enjoying, and he had spent a couple of hours with her, getting her off three times. He had slipped on a rubber and torn her delicate membrane, and later she had taken the load-filled condom with her as a souvenir, sucking his cock as if she'd done it before. Then he had got his jollies again. After that, she came around regularly. 

Cindi drank in the sensations like a sponge! His hand was on her tingling breasts, and his tongue was diving in her mouth again. The male strength and aroma made her dizzy with excitement. The sweet ache in her pussy flooded through her body like a storm! Now his fingers were creeping down her belly to her crotch. He was finally going to play with her cunt! 

Neil's hand swept along her opened thighs. Caressing the inner planes, he worked teasingly inward toward her stinging pussy. His cock wasn't even out yet, and he was not shaking with lust but wanting to push his cock in, intent on his pleasure. He was giving her tingle after tingle, enjoying her body with sure, loving touches. 

Helene was horsing around him, but he wanted me, the young stuff, Cindi thought dreamily. I hope he takes me out again! And John better not say a word, either. Ohhh, now Neil's getting in my bikini panty, holding my pussy! I'm so glad I saved it for a sophisticated guy like him. 

A finger moved deftly along her itchy crevice, tickling inward. He was finding out whether she really was a virgin. As he slid the finger in farther, he trembled, and his tongue stroked faster! He knew it for sure now. Drawing the digit out, he found her clitoris and trembled again. 

"Ohhh!" she gasped, freeing her swollen lips from his. "Ohhh, that's really neat!" 

"Fine little girl clit," he murmured. 

"I want you to like everything about my pussy!" she gasped, arching her crotch higher. 

Neil was really shaken. She had more clit than a lot of older women! The cherry was there, and her cunt would be very snug around his prick. This was almost too good to be true. A lively young vixen wild to be initiated, and her choice had been him. How gratifying to the male ego! 

"Ohhhh, do it!" she breathed, her pretty face showing strain. "Make me come!" 

"Okay, sweetie," he murmured, fastening his hand on her pussy. "Ride up now. Wiggle your cute little ass!" 

She gasped, her butt lifted, her long legs spread way out, and she hunched swiftly on his palm. For Neil, one of life's best entertainments was watching the look on a girl's face when she went off. Some appeared to be in pain, some turned glassy-eyed, some swung the head back and forth. But Cindi's expression was utterly beautiful: a wide smile, a look of rapt wonder, a tautening of her throat muscles, then her mouth flew wide open. 

"Ohh, please. Ohhh! Ohhh! OHHHH!" she cried shrilly. 

Her busy ass lifts creaked on the bed as her fingers dug at his neck. Her legs jerked, and a squeal of total girlish delight rang around the room. The vivid shivers of her slender body and her frantic hunches fed the beast lust inside him. Her puffy, wet cunt mouth actually twitched on his fingers! 

Cindi felt the twinges in her pussy and heard herself squealing again. She was coming so very hard! She was not thinking about John, either! She was coming for her new lover, her prince charming. She was letting it all out just for him! Somehow, the pangs of her climax always had a hint of the day's activities. When she was not feeling well, they were kind of dull. When she was feeling high, they were sweet and quick and hot. 

This one was spreading from her clit to her legs and titties and even the top of her head, like it was going to explode! She was coming inside, too. Her whole pelvis was moving in sensuous rhythm. No wonder! She was coming off with a man, not by herself. It was like discovering a whole new way to come! The craving for cock, to be entered and fucked, was a wild compulsion. 

Neil watched Cindi's face relax and felt her pretty body tremble in the aftermath shivers. Her neat little ass stopped lifting as she panted happily. Her arms relaxed, her eyes opened, and she looked up at him adoringly. The new flow of her juices sopped his holding fingers. She'd obviously had plenty of practice coming on her own hand. He had learned not to expect too much when he did get his prick in there. The center of her fun was her clit, like most girls, and getting the vagina into the act sometimes took months of manipulations. 

"Ohhhh, you sure got me good, honey!" Cindi breathed. 

"Gooooood hot pussy!" he chuckled. 

She sighed, running her fingers through his hair, lifting playfully on his cupping hand. He kissed her throat, slid his lips lower, and kissed his way up the slope of a swollen pink-crested tittie. As he drew the dainty spire into his mouth, she trembled and up-hunched again. 

"Ohhh, I love that!" she whispered. "When do I get to see your cock?" 

He moved his head to the other tittie, mouthed its peak, and felt her shivers of appreciation. She pushed her boobs higher, breathing faster. He tongued the perky nipple, drawing it deep, then let it out again. 

"Wow!" she breathed. Her fingers caught in his hair, and she began to up-fuck again. The ride of her clit on the heel of his hand was delightful. He was tempted to bring her to climax again, but there was plenty of time, and she did want to see his cock, hold it, and get used to it. 

Cindi watched Neil lift away and stand beside the bed, hating the loss of contact, but knowing he would be back again, real soon. She wiggled to the center of the bed and reached for her bikini panties. His shirt came away as she drew the wet-crotched covering from her tender pussy, along her legs, and away. She sank back and spread her thighs wide. 

"Beautiful!" he smiled, staring at her naked cunt. It was puffed and opened along the slit. She had never seen it so turned on! It took a man's hand to really heat her. Her blonde pubic hair was soaked with girl juice, and her titties had become larger than before. He sure knew how to kiss them! 

Neil's pants came down, he stepped out of them, and Cindi gazed at the lump in his briefs. Suddenly, she saw his cockhead peeking up past the band of his shorts! The purplish, wet-naked bulb was almost as large as John's! He didn't have his foreskin, or else it was peeled down to show his sex in all its glory. The briefs slid down as he stood back upright, and she saw that he did have his glands covering. Somehow, that made his prick sexier. It had to be nearly eight inches long! 

"Ohhhh, that's a big one!" she breathed. 

He drew the skin back up over his knob and sank down on the bed. He was lean and strong and had very big nuts. As he reached for her pussy, she crossed her arm over his and closed her fingers around his swollen, leaking cock! No wonder Ellen got so excited about holding John's tumid shaft. Having a prick to caress was double super! It felt so hot, like it had a fever. Pussy fever! It wanted her cherry! 

Oh, I'm crazy about Neil. I can't help it! He made me come so good! I always heard a girl never forgets her first climax with a guy, and I believe it! I can't be as casual about it as Dotti. I don't want to be just another easy piece for guys like Carl Wells. 

"Damn, I love holding your prick!" she breathed, the newness of it making her clit stiffen. "Tell me how you want me to play with it." 

"Just lightly," he smiled. "You wouldn't want it to shoot in the air." 

"Oh, no!" she gasped. "I want it shooting in my pussy!" 

"I'll have to slip a rubber on for that," he said. "I'm sure you aren't on the pill." 

"No, but right now I wish I was!" she giggled. "Just as long as I get to feel you in me." 

He laughed. "You're a very pleasant chick, you know that?" 

"Well, I want it to be fun for you, honey," she whispered. 

"Hey, I'm liking every minute of it," he grinned as he slipped his finger into her cunt, past her hymen, and wiggled it in and out. "Getting this first is a big thing for a man." 

"Then you won't like me so much afterward," she murmured. 

"Look, Cindi, you're much more passionate than plenty of girls my age and a lot older. You really come on." 

She fingered his beautiful prick, and her cunt fluttered around his teasing finger. She hunched, driving his digit in farther. The sensations were so new and voluptuous, she whined her joy. She was dying for a fuck! 

"See what I mean?" he said, his cockhead leaking more fluid. 

"Yes!" she breathed. "I want to be real hot for you!" 

"Hey, you are, sweetie," he said. As his finger came out of her pussy, he crawled slowly over between her legs. His face showed his extreme excitement, and she drew her thighs back the way Dotti had for Carl Wells. For a moment she thought he was going to slip her the prick without a condom, but when he slid backward and began kissing her belly, she knew what was next—his mouth on her cunt. "Giving a girl head" it was called, eating pussy. 

Neil fit his hands beneath Cindi's rounded ass, inhaled the fragrance of young girl, and stared down at her cute little puffed-out cunt, glistening all along the crevice. It was the prettiest pussy-bloom ever tipped up for him, and he had seen quite a few. Her legs drew farther apart as her eyes were wide with anticipation. Her rosy nipples were fully erect, and he could see the little bud of her clitoris waiting for his eager lips. 

Jeeeee-sus! he thought. I'm gonna date this delicate number as often as I can. I know she'll be excellent fucking, but it's more than that. I don't want anyone else dipping his wick in there! Ah, hell. I've felt this way before. Once I get off in her a few times, the feeling will fade, and I'll soon be humping some other chick. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Cindi watched Neil's lips settle on her pussy and felt his hands lift her ass into a better position. She tried to angle her legs more comfortably, and finally found the right way with her heels on the bed. Nothing she had imagined about being nibbled at was like the real thing—it was better! Her mouth seemed made for kissing, and now her pussy felt the same. No matter how good fucking might be, this had a special intimacy. It was the right prelude to coitus. Real men were supposed to love "table cunt," young pussy. And Neil certainly did! 

"Ohhhh, that's beautiful!" she breathed, as tingle after tingle tensed her clitoris. No tongue yet, he was using just his lips, up and down her slit, sipping the juices from the center of her love nerves. This was where she lived. 

All the rest of it—showing off and flirting, wearing sexy clothes and hoping and playing with her pussy—led to here. A girl needed man touches, man admiration, man attention more than anything else. It coming for him was the ne plus ultra! Here was one pussy John was not going to have. Cindi couldn't erase all the emotions she had known for so many years, but she was on the right track now. Neil would shape her up good! 

Now his lips burrowed into her cuntal opening, and his tongue came out at last, beginning to wiggle like a cock in her shivery vagina! Each flick sent glorious thrills across her loins and up to her swollen titties. It was so soothing! He was awakening new zones of excitement in her cunt! 

Next to actual fucking, Neil liked eating cunt better than anything. Of course he was choosy. Some chicks didn't measure up or had a natural aroma that didn't suit his tastes, but it was like what the old southerner said about fucking: some is better than others, but it's all good. 

Cindi had a natural aptitude for taking head. Her cute little snatch was livening for Neil's lips. Her shivers of delight were very thorough for a girl so young. He was even tempted to bang her with his hands and mouth until she got enough and save plucking her cherry for a later date. Squirting between her titties or in her mouth would satisfy his lusts—maybe. No. She expected prick in her cunt. She might give it to somebody else! 

"Ohhhh, ohhh!" she gasped, her head swinging from side to side, her breathing uneven. "Make it come, Neil!" 

Okay, he thought. Here's what you've been needing, baby. Pop out a big one! 

He fastened his lips on her clit tip, rolled the nub with his soft inner lip flesh, and gripped her cute ass very tightly. Her legs jerked, her titties arched high, her arms flopped on the bed, and her sexy little "boy in the boat" began to throb. She was coming hard! 

Cindi felt the pulsing in her sex fun, and she squealed fiercely. Her clit felt as long as a man's cock! It was firing like a repeating pistol! Her pussy mouth clenched in sensuous cadence as she sailed into a frothy pink mist of erotic thrall. His lips were pulling the goodies from down deep. She was kicking and threshing on the bed like an adder and almost broke the luscious mouth-cunt connection. 

As the tension of her need turned into balming waves of aftermath, she felt new zones of pleasure respond away inside where they never had before. A kind of dreamy heaving and clenching seized her inner vagina, as if it were already clasping a hard, tensing prick! Ohhhh, it was unbelievably sweeeeet! But it ended much too soon. She had gotten just a taste of it. 

Neil held her restless ass firmly, feeling her twinges of relief and watching the expression on her pretty face of total joy and involvement in her first mouth-on-pussy orgasm. Several experienced women he knew had not made it so hard on his mouth. Cindi was a whole treasure house of girlish excitements. His cock ache was almost unbearable. His nuts were already trying to knot at the root of his prong. He really needed cunt! 

Steady, man. It's there, waiting—take it slow and easy. She'll need a breather after a go-off like that. Her pussy juice tastes better all the time. I really sucked out a bunch of it. I haven't had this much pleasure with a chick for a damn long time. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" Cindi breathed, softening, her legs flat on the bed. Neil squeezed her ass and kissed her dainty flower of her cunt, and a few more tremors of completion rewarded his efforts. He slid up her right side, fitting his hand on her pussy and watching the look of satisfaction on her face. 

Her eyes opened, and she stared at him with open adoration. "Oh, Neil, I feel like a new person!" 

"Terrific!" he grinned. "My sweet little honey-pot pussy really comes good." 

Flushed and happy, she up-hunched on his fingers. "Oh, I'll bet you've had girls lots better than me." 

"Can't think of a one right now," he laughed. 

"Do I get to come to your apartment again?" she giggled. 

"Hell, yes—if your father doesn't flip. He's my employer." 

She sighed and snuggled closer. "I think I can handle him." 

"Some daughters have a way with fathers," he chuckled. 

"You can take me on picnics and things like that," she bubbled, reaching for his cock. "Then we can come back here and fuck." 

He laughed. "How did you turn so sensuous and not lose your cherry?" 

"You know damn well how," she purred. "Now, will you please put on your rubber so you can pick that cherry?" 

Neil left the bed, searched his trousers, and returned to the bed with the sheath. She watched him peel it over his cock. 

"Oh, it's got little nubs on it," she giggled. 

"Supposed to excite the pussy," he grinned. 

"Sounds like fun," she purred, opening her legs. 

Now is when it happens! Cindi thought, watching him move between her thighs. A girl has just one maidenhead to lose, and Neil's gonna tear it! I'll be glad when it's over. Then we can fuck and fuck till we're all fucked out. He sure got me all worked up and ready for it! Two wild climaxes, and more to come! 

Neil drew a pillow from the head of the bed and bunched it beneath Cindi's ass. She had seen come-stained pillows in John and Wendy's bedroom, and this could explain it. The padding lifted her crotch high, and she swung her legs way out and back. He sank to his knees and hands, the rigid knob of his prick lowered toward her tipped-up pussy. The sheath was so very thin she was sure she would never know the difference. Having him inside her was what counted. 

She reached down and gripped his shaft, steering it to her cunt mouth. Then she felt the heat of his penis, the yield of her itchy, wet pussy flesh, and it was even better than she had dreamed! Her cunt spread and spread and spread. He shuddered, his face tautened, and he nudged the knob in a little farther. 

"Ohhhh, yesss!" Cindi breathed, her eager flesh twitching around Neil's glands. 

"Damn!" he muttered thickly. He braced his knees and arms and stroked. 

The sudden sting of pain was not as serious as Cindi had expected. Her cherry membrane was punctured, and Neil's beautiful hard cock was sliding home! What a heavenly sensation! What a new kind of feel! A girl waited and waited for this triumph, and she was getting hers. It was so sweet and snug in her shivery cunt, the knob was inside her so far! 

"Uhhhhhh!" she whined, lifting her ass. "Ohhhh, God! Ohhhh!" 

Neil moaned, and his body trembled. Cindi felt his nuts dangling against her anus. His cock was opening her up where his finger hadn't reached. It was just what her cunt needed! It was built to clasp a cock. It twitched a welcome, and she was full of prick—at last! 

Neil rested, savoring his moment of victory. Taking a pretty young girl's cherry did mean a hell of a lot. It was basic to a man's ego, being in there first. Picking the dew from a girl's rose might not mean a good fuck, but it satisfied a deep primal need. Her shivers and gasps, her sweet thighs spread wide for him, the look of thrall on her face—all put a terrific charge in his balls. She loved it! 

It was his duty now to teach her how to fuck, and her passionate nature would make the chore totally delightful. Cindi's tight little box was quaking, livening around his prick. Her hips were curled upward, and her pussy mouth was clasping his cockroot. He was very curious why she had waited so long for her initial fuck when she could come off so thoroughly. 

Lusting for some guy she couldn't touch, maybe. Whatever her reason, he was the big winner. That fine tight pussy was his now. It might not be tomorrow, so the only thing to do was keep on enjoying it while she craved it. In the missionary position, he liked to thrust with his arms extended so he could watch his partner's reactions. Then he would let her do the humping from on top. 

Neil drew out a few inches and stroked back in. Cindi's eyes glazed, and she uttered a gasp of pleasure. Her cunt fluttered voluptuously. Even wearing a condom, his prick was come-ready. But number two would be the shot she would remember. It took him a long time for that one. 

"Ohhh, ohhh!" she breathed, as he hunched again. "Ohhh, Neil! It's so damn goooood!" 

Carefully not hitting too hard on the in-strokes, he braced his hands and knees and began to fuck. 

Cindi felt the slow, slick glide of his prick in her eager pussy, and she knew this was her thing! Coming on his fingers and then on his mouth was getting only half the cake. Only prick and lots of prick would ever satisfy her girlish needs fully. Each sweet thrust in her shivering flesh fed a raving hunger nothing else could ever satisfy! Her brain knew it, her whole body knew it—from her toes to the top of her head. This was total sex!! 

She was getting fucked competently and precisely. She was sure even John could not do it any better. Three or four drives, then a palpitating pause, while the nuances of joy shivered her legs and ass and titties. When he ended a flurry with a final hard hunch, she felt almost like fainting! This next orgasm was not going to be just in her clitoris; it was going to spread through her whole being. 

"Ohhhh, don't ever stop, honey!" she panted, clutching at his shoulders. 

"Drive your cock clear through me!" 

Neil shuddered, his face taut, his breathing deep and uneven. He was drawing it out for her even though he could not hold back much longer. His nuts were drawing up, his hunches were becoming faster, and he was almost ready for his pleasure, his gushing peak of sensation. The squish of her cunt lips against his groin, the extra hardness of his cock, his bullish thrusts at her deeps were starting her to climax again. 

"Uhhhhh!" he moaned. "Ughhh! Fuuuuuck!" 

Cindi squealed as the twitchings in her vagina quickened and her clitoris began to throb. Neil lunged swiftly, his face a mask of lust. It was as he had told her. He shuddered, his hips flew, her ass nearly skidded off the pillow and then a wave of pulsations in her pelvis blacked out everything else. She was going off and offff on his driving prick! 

She felt the pulse of his cock, and her pussy answered with luscious shivers. Hunching upward she grabbed him with her arms and legs and cunt. The deep, hard spasms in her pelvis, the tightening of her cunt mouth on his blading prick, his savage cry of release ... it was all any girl could ever wish for! She was coming and coming and coming. 

Neil sagged down on Cindi's quaking young body while his love sac emptied its lusty load in her sweetly clasping cunt. Even his asshole puckered. Talk about-dumping it all! It felt as if half a cup of jism was filling the end of his condom. The only way her pussy would be any better would be fucking it raw, and he was sure he would one of these fine days. 

His sweaty chest was mashed to her titties as he gasped for air like a fish out of water. He had dragged it out to the very limit, and feeling her come off while he was making it had added spice to the fucking. Sweet, hot, snug pussy and long sexy legs, pretty ass and face—what more could a man want? But he'd be after new stuff again, as usual. No need to lose his head over one hunk of ass. Neil always felt a letdown after getting off. 

He let his cock soak till Cindi stopped shivering and lifted up, nuzzling her titties, slowly easing his tool out of her first-fucked cunny. He looked down at his still-hard cock, the bulb of the condom filled with his load and traces of cherry blood on the sheath's slickness. 

"Ohhh!" Cindi breathed, gazing for herself. "Ohhh, wow!" 

"How does it feel, Cindi?" He sat back on his heels and drew the rubber sheath from his prick, tossing it behind the bed. A few dribbles of come leaked down the underside of his shaft. 

"Glad all that stuff didn't shoot inside me!" she giggled. "Is it safe now? Can you slip it back in like that?" 

"No," he grinned. "But you sure are fine screwing." 

Cindi tried to hide her inmost feelings—her wish to belong to him, to be his steady so no other girl could have his beautiful prick. She had to be very cool about this, take it the way he gave it out, or she'd never see him again. Nothing turned a single guy off faster than a clinging, possessive pussy. 

"Well, I want to be real good for you," she giggled. "I sure never had it like this!" 

"Like to show me how you've been getting it?" he grinned. 

"Oh, you're mean!" she giggled. "You know too much about girls." 

"A man never knows too much," he smiled. "But if it would bother you, don't. A stud doesn't exactly like to confess he jacks off either." 

I offered to play with myself in front of John, so this shouldn't bug me, Cindi thought. I must be getting cured of that incest thing. I didn't dream of him once last night. I should leave home and live in a normal household. 

"If you really want it, I'll do it," she giggled, spreading her legs. "But it's sure more fun when you tickle my pussy!" 

He laughed. "Don't then. I gotta shower. You want to join me?" 

"Yes, if you'll let me blow-dry my hair, later," she said. 

"I'll be blowing your pussy while you do it," he grinned. He ran his tongue out and smacked his lips. 

"Nasty!" she giggled. "I suppose you have some lacy undies." 

"Half a closet full," he smiled. 

"I always wanted to get screwed in one of those real thin, sexy outfits!" 

"You keep showing that little thing off and I'll be back in there," he grinned. 

"God, I hope so!" she gurgled. 

Moments later, they were in the big wide tub, sitting down, and facing each other with a shower hose running half force. Cindi opened her legs as Neil aimed the warm water at her pussy, and they both burst out laughing. He was fun. He made everything terribly provocative. 

When she was soaped and freshened, he turned her around and she snuggled her back against his chest. He reached under her arms and began to slip his hands over her slick, wet titties. His cock was snuggled close to her anus. 

"Now, play with your pussy and get one," he murmured. "I'll help you." 

"I never tried it under water," Cindi giggled. They had drained away the first splashings, and the tub was now filled with about five inches of fresh water. Cindi settled comfortably, dizzy with pleasure. She dropped her right hand to her pussy and began to fool around with it. 

Oh, he's so damned considerate, she thought. No heavy stuff—just showing me a real good time. I guess the longer I wait for his cock, the better it'll feel! I'm so glad he likes my boobs. My clit is really up! 

"After a while, do I get to ride you, honey?" she breathed, spreading the flesh from her clit point. Her little pecker had never been so stiff! His hands on her titties, the way he teased her nipples, and the feel of her ass against his groin made her realize she wanted to take his cock from behind, too. 

"Naturally," he murmured. 

"I just adore your nice big cock!" she gasped, hunching on her fingers. She held one on each side of her clitoris, which was her best way to come alone. The tingles were dreamy. She would not have to work very hard for this one! In all of her imaginings about bedroom activity, she had never pictured this scene. 

"Neat, tight pussy," he murmured in her ear. "Beautiful titties." 

"Ohhh, Neil!" she gasped, wanting to say a whole lot more about how much her first time with a man was delighting her senses, how he made her glow. Don't scare him off. Don't be too possessive! I'm sure he'll be fucking Helene Fancher one of these days. 

Neil was getting another good bone up. This young, delicious vixen didn't realize how much she had going for her: naive in so many ways, and eager to learn, hungry for more cock. Now, if her father wouldn't fuck things up. 

Cindi's shivers as she caressed the pussy flesh around her clit, the rise of her cute pink nipples in his fingers, and her jerky breathing excited Neil wildly. She had an easy, natural hip motion, so he knew she would be fantastic on top. He could hold his second shot longer with the girl astraddle. He felt he could break two more loads at least. But he didn't want to strain her to exhaustion. 

When I take her home I want her to be anxious for another date, he thought. That snug little cunt is a real prize winner. I don't want anybody else in there for a long time. 

"Ohhh!" she breathed, her fingers moving faster. "Squeeze me hard, honey! I'm gonna come!" 

"That's my hot little pussy," he urged, pressing her cute tits tightly. 

The pretty coral spire of her sex tensed, her hips lunged, her breath sucked in, and a shudder ran up her leggy body. Her fingers almost whipped her flesh, the clit pulsed, and she squealed! She really got into it! Neil had talked a few chicks into this kind of scene, but most of them refused. Not Cindi. She was letting it all out. The jiggle of her pretty ass caused a minor tidal wave in the tub. Her long thighs stayed wide apart, and somehow this turned him on higher. 

"Ohhh! Oh, oh, ohhhhh—oh!" she whimpered, slowly easing back as the twinges of relief slaked her girlish needs. Neil's groin ached for more sliding, more of that sweet, virginal cunt! 

Cindi was ecstatic. Playing with herself had never been so much fun. Having him near made her climaxes so much deeper. This way she could bring the goodies at the very right moment because she was so familiar with her cunt. Again, it seemed as if her titties were climaxing, too. The feel of Neil's rigid cock so near her backside and pussy was ohhhhhh, groovy! 

"Ohhhh, wow!" she gasped, slumping cozily into his embrace. She was in love with him now. Every atom in her being said it loud and clear. Nothing so volcanic and sparkling new could leave her emotionally untouched. But it would have to be her own deep secret, because thinking beyond today was ridiculous. 

Twenty wonderful moments later, wearing a sheer black wrapper and long dark nylons, she was ready to mount him. Another rubber condom covered his prick. Her swollen pussy was shouting for it as she crawled above him and opened her legs, shaking with anticipation. It would be another new experience, another sweet joining, and she was so eager to take his cock up inside. But she missed and it slid past her asshole. 

"Ohhh, hell!" she gasped, trying again. 

Neil laughed and gripped her hips, guiding her down. Slowly, her wet pussy flesh stretched around his glands. Her hips knew how to do it now. His hands came away, and she drove her ass down in one big, pussy-filling lunge! It was like before, only sweeter! The long blade of his sex seemed to reach clear up to her throat. Having him back in, hard and thick, was the answer to this maiden's most fervent wish! 

"Now I'm really gonna fuck you!" she breathed, amazed by the swift, fluid motions of her hips. 

"Great!" he smiled, reaching for her titties. She braced herself high as he had, only she could let her weight on him. All she had to do was keep her balance. It was her way to fuck. 

With her knees rather far out, she began to thrust. God! His knob was jabbing at the very core of her need! The heavenly sliding was so good she moaned in feverish delight. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Pause. Ohhh, those neat thrills. It was like when she played with her pussy. She could time her hunches and make the good stuff last as long as she cared to! She was in charge. 

"Ohhh, ohhhh! That's wonderful cock!" she panted, stroking again and again. 

"Your pussy feels better all the time, cutie," he grinned. 

"I wish it was the best one you ever had!" she breathed. 

He just smiled, and she knew damn well it wasn't. She was a teenager, and he was well into manhood. He had laid countless cunts. In these days of easy pussy, a handsome stud like him had all kinds of hot, eager stuff. All she could do was get as much of his cock as he'd put out. Not getting serious was the best way to keep him coming back. 

"Fun and more funnn!" she gasped, riding smoothly. "I want to suck your nice big cock, too!" 

"Hey, we're gonna have more dates, aren't we?" 

"Ohh, I hope so," she breathed. Don't lay it on real thick. Just be his play girl. "My pussy says yes, yes, yes!" 

He laughed. "So does my prick." 

She hunched faster. She was almost into it, but couldn't hold her goodies back any longer. The feel of him, the man aroma, was seeping into her being like a drug. His grip on her titties, and the way he lifted his hips for more of her stroking, said she was not bad. This time she had to come off really big and hard! She would give it everything she had. 

"Uhhh! Ohhhh!" she panted, coasting into her first sugary pangs. "Ohhh, Neil! Ohhhh, I'm coming! I'm coming!" 

"Yeahhhh," he muttered. "Go after it, sweetie." 

Now! she thought, dizzily. Now is what separates a poor lay from a good one. I want him to remember every hunch! Ohhhh, my pussy is doing that sweet far-in thing again! I'm coming like crazy! My God! It's tearing my cunt apart! 

Neil felt the flutters of her snug little cunt, watched her expression of intense concentration. The twinges of her climax quickened as she lunged furiously on his rigid cock. Her face twisted with delightful thrall, and he knew he'd be after a lot more of this—John be damned. Any chick who tried this hard deserved a lot of prick. 

After a few weeks of initiation, she would be a sensational piece of ass. On the other hand, he sensed her emotional involvement. It was highly flattering and also a little unsettling. At least in the bedroom a man wanted total giving, but girls in the States got the love thing tangled up in their heads. Maybe she was adult enough to separate sex from the love bit. If not, she could be deeply hurt. 

Cindi's fierce squeal of triumph blotted out Neil's thoughts. She was getting it off with real gusto this time. 

CHAPTER TEN 

"John, when are you going to take me out and give me another good humping?" Helene Fancher murmured in his ear. They were dancing on the patio, her cunt pushing at his cocklump, and he was getting a fine hardon. 

"I'll call you, baby," he said. He had been hitting the booze since Neil had pulled out with Cindi, and was feeling a wave of jealousy and hate that surprised him. The thought of Neil getting his stinger in that dainty young cunt was almost unbearable. His sexy daughter needed fucking, but ... 

"I could sure use some tonight," Helene breathed, boring her big firm tits at his chest. Her bikini halter was very thin. It felt damn good. "Think your pretty wife would go for an all-out party?" 

"Ellen might want in on it, too," he chuckled. Make Helene beg for it. The liquor was getting to him. He felt reckless, and he wanted to forget Cindi. 

"Your housekeeper?" Helene protested, easing back slightly. "I figured you might be getting some of it, but three to one! You aren't Supercock." 

He laughed. "It isn't bad at all." He remembered the scene on the beach the day before. And they had all wanted to go for it again. 

"You are drunk," Helene said dryly. "Maybe I should split right now." 

"When I get a whiskey bone on, I can fuck for hours," he chuckled. "Let's slip over there in a dark corner. I'll give you a quickie." 

Helene shivered. Rubbing around on him this way was almost torture. She had hoped to spend the evening with that young Neil Lester. He had acted interested but had slipped away with Cindi. That cute little pussy was really in heat, and John had let her go just like that. 

"But Ellen and Wendy would know!" Helene breathed. 

"What the fuck?" he muttered, gripping her ass boldly. Wendy and Ellen were watching. "You want it or don't you?" 

"Hell, yes, I want it—but not like this, you animal!" she whispered. 

"Well, stick around if you want to," he chuckled, releasing his hold. "I'm gonna fuck somebody—and damn soon." 

They walked back to the bar where Ellen and Wendy were lounging in deep patio chairs, sipping highballs. They seemed perfectly at ease. 

"Having fun, honey?" Wendy giggled. She would get the cream from his balls. The wife usually did! I fucked him the other day, anyway, she thought. 

"I sure got turned on!" Helene smiled. 

"I can see he's getting a good hardon," Wendy laughed. "Why don't you two go in the house and see if you can find another bottle of vodka. We're running low. You don't have to hurry back." 

Ellen trembled, her clit stinging. She knew exactly what Wendy had in mind: another sweet pussy-to-pussy party! Taking John's prick was no novelty anymore, and the glorious afternoon with Wendy had opened up whole new vistas of erotic promise. John was getting drunk. Seeing Cindi leave with Neil had shaken him. 

With the familiar way Helene acted around John, it was very likely he had been in there before, so Wendy was giving him the opportunity to break his nuts in her cunt again. As John walked the lush brunette into the house, Wendy leaned toward Ellen and flicked her tongue out. 

"Let's go up to your apartment, honey," Wendy smiled. 

"Heavvvvy, as the young girls say," Ellen said, shivering. "Let's listen in on them first, huh?" 

"Neat," Wendy giggled. She left her chair, wiggled around at Ellen's right, and cupped the tingling cone of Ellen's breast, lowering her head for a kiss. Ellen lifted her mouth eagerly. They had not touched each other since the motel scene, and now, half full of liquor, Ellen was burning for another cunt-on-cunt fuck! 

Their mouths fastened knowingly, Wendy's tongue stroking teasingly while her fingers played a provocative dance on Ellen's swelling tits. The sparkly newness of enjoying a younger woman still excited Ellen tremendously. Ordinarily, she drank very little, but tonight she felt abandoned. She almost wished John had fucked Helene right on the patio. She would do a threesome scene with Wendy and John any time. 

I'd let that young dashing Neil Lester fuck me, too, Ellen thought. I need some new prick! I know I'm good fucking, but most men are all alike—they want young pussy. Neil'll be around after Cindi again, so maybe he'd like a real hot older piece, too. John doesn't have the only prick in town. I don't think of him as my younger brother anymore. 

She reached up and cuddled one of Wendy's pretty tits, their tongues snaking back and forth. Ellen's need was a sharp blade in her crotch. The lip-writhing kiss went on and on until they broke apart, gasping. The idea of getting another pussy was beginning to ferment in Ellen's thoughts. Plenty of young women enjoyed it both ways! 

"Well, let's go inside for this," Wendy purred. 

Ellen nodded, and they stood and walked inside. Helene's cozy laugh coming from upstairs sounded as if they had gone straight to the master bedroom. Wendy patted Ellen's ass as they slipped up the carpeted stair and moved along to the door that opened into the main boudoir. It was not quite closed. 

Peeking in, Ellen trembled. They were already naked. Helene was straddling John's strong body, her dark bushed cunt lifted for his tumid cock. His hands cradled her full dark-nippled breasts as she was staring down at his prick, an expression of avid lust on her sensual face. 

"Come on, get it in me!" she gasped, searching for his cockhead with her puffy cunt. 

"Easy, baby," John chuckled. "You're as drunk as I am." 

"When your cute young wife says I can fuck you, I'm gonna fuuuuuuck!" Helene gasped. She found his knob, shuddered, and began to ooze it up into her cunny. Her head lifted, and the look on her face said how much she loved all that meat squeezing up inside her. Her red full lips drew back against her teeth.

"Hell, let's go in and join them, honey," Wendy whispered in Ellen's ear. "We can do our thing, too!" 

"Uhhhh! Ohhhh! Damn!" Helene cried, fitting her lush thighs against his ribs, her beautiful ass starting to thrust. "It's sure good tonight!" 

"Yeahhhhh, gooood cuuuuunt," John said thickly. "I like the way you tighten it, baby." 

Ellen was in a frenzy of need. Wendy had talked about a party with John, all three of them in bed—but actually doing it, with the sensual divorcee present too, was something else. 

Helene would know the art of clamping her cunt around a big prod like John's! After years of marriage to a real Frenchman, she obviously was extremely experienced. Her ass seemed to have ball bearings, she was rocking it with such precision. Now she was mixing the humps with rotary motions, short pauses while she wiggled her tits in John's hands. 

Wendy reached around and gripped Ellen's tits, lifting the stretched halter, and Ellen felt her lust building even higher. She hated to interrupt Helene's prick fun. Let her get at least one good orgasm first. It wasn't far away either. Suddenly, as Helene's eyes began to glaze, she glanced at the partly opened door, and gasped, starting into her climax. She cared little right now who was watching! 

"Uhhh! Uh, uh, uhhhh!" Helene cried, her ass moving faster. "Uhhhhh, fuuuuuck! I'm getting it offffff!" 

Helene felt her cunt clamping with luscious quickness. How she blew her brains out on John's huge prick! Their previous afternooner had just made her crave more of it, and now she was having it, hard and true. A few men like Henri had finesse, but John had more cock. And the view of Wendy holding Ellen's big tits somehow made her goodies seem even sweeter! 

She pumped and pumped, getting every thrill she could, because it looked as if two other cunts were after their share of prick, and it might be a real fun evening! She had been wanting to get into Wendy's panties, anticipating a trio, but this could be even more interesting. The housekeeper was ready, too. Helene had figured John was servicing Ellen, and now she knew it for sure. 

"Come on in, girls," Helene laughed, catching her breath. 

"What the hell?" John muttered, turning to look. 

"Let's have a party," Wendy giggled. "There's kind of a cock shortage, but I guess we can make out!" 

John felt a sharp thrill in his nuts. The fooling around on the patio had inspired his steady pieces. Watching Helene rub around on him had brought it all together. Great! He had a very cooperative young wife. He was glad now Neil had taken Cindi away, because he hated that kind of male competition. 

"Hey," he grinned, watching Wendy and Ellen sway into the bedroom, flushed and excited. He had already surmised that his wife and Ellen had been getting a little together, although he had never suspected Ellen would go that route. You never really knew what went on in a woman's mind. 

"We hated to let Helene get all the fun, honey," Wendy said, crawling on the bed. Her bikini was gone, and there was mischief in her eyes. "If you're through up there, Helene, I'd like to climb on." 

"He's the horse and you got the saddle, honey," Helene laughed. "So ride, ride, ride." 

Ellen dropped into a chair, her legs weak. This might be easy for Helene and Wendy, since they had probably been into this kind of scene before. They were California-type swingers. But Ellen was not sure she could function with so many eyes watching. 

Oh, but I sure need my brother's cock! Ellen thought, her cunt drippy. When Helene went off on his prick, I almost died with envy! Now his young wife's gonna get it next. Things will be different around here from now on. I can fuck John and Wendy both! She's a doll. 

Helene lifted upward and John's big pussy-wet prick emerged from the divorcee's wet-bushed cunt. She sank on her back at John's side, legs sprawled. Wendy giggled excitedly and swung her legs apart as she mounted her husband. It was like something out of a dirty movie! 

"Ohhh, ohh!" Wendy gurgled, fastening her pussy onto his cockhead. "You sure got him up, Helene." 

"He's like all men, honey," Helene laughed. "Strange pussy does it. They just wish they were all like Bighorn Mountain rams—shoot about fourteen times in a row." 

"Those sea lion bulls fuck about a hundred females," Wendy said. 

"Sure, the strongest bull," Helene laughed. "The other males don't even get a smell." 

Ellen shook with new lust. She stood and slid her bikini panties to the floor, curled a finger at Helene. Wendy was taking John's prick now, giggling and squirming her pretty ass. Helene smiled, crawled from the bed, and found a towel. She held it against her cunt and wiggled over in front of Ellen. 

"You want to fuck, baby?" Helene purred, looking down at Ellen's naked, puffed-out cunt. 

"Let's do something!" Ellen breathed. "This is driving me crazy!" 

"Well, let's get on the bed. There's plenty of room," Helene purred, dropping the towel. "I figured you might be interested." 

Ellen followed the sensual brunette around to the other side of the bed, watching Wendy bounce and hunch on John's prick. She was so pretty up there! John was molding her tits, really giving them a working over. Wendy seemed no more concerned about Ellen and Helene than if the three were having a cocktail together! Only this time it was cock. 

Dropping on her back, her thighs spread wide, Ellen felt Helene slide above and settle her cunt warmly against Ellen's cunny. It was just as sexy as Wendy's pussy. Their fleshed-out cunts seemed to just fit together! The two had never visited much; it had always been Helene and Wendy. This was some way to become better acquainted! 

"Nnnnnn!" Helene breathed, wiggling her cunt in snugly. "Good stuff!" 

"Glad you two are hitting it off!" Wendy gurgled, resting a moment. 

"Getting it off is the thing, honey," Helene laughed. 

"Natch," Wendy giggled. "You getting your kicks, John stud?" 

"Yeahhhh!" he chuckled, watching closely as Helene began to fuck. 

Sure he's having fun! Ellen thought. I know him better than any of them. I've been having his prick off and on since he was just a boy! He's no better or worse than most men. He married Wendy for her money, we all know it. She'll be out tasting some new prick one of these days—or new pussy. Ohhh, Helene is real good at this. She fucks better than Wendy! 

Helene was enjoying some terrific tingles. She had not made out with any girl except Beth for ages. Ellen was going for it as if she were starved. Hot cunt would never replace a cock like John's, but Ellen felt just wonderful. Those big high tits were mountains of pleasure. She had a very strong, thick clitoris, and it was easy to see why John kept her around, even though she was older than he. 

"Ohhh, come on, do it!" Ellen breathed, her eyes closed, and her face twisting with passion. Her rich thighs angled way back, as she gripped Helene's ass. 

"Get your goodies, Ellen!" Wendy panted, riding John's cock at a faster clip. "I'm ready for mine!" 

Ellen felt the rising need in her loins as her clit hardened. The slick intimate mash of new cunt with watching Wendy straddled over John started her climax. She was a real party pussy now! It wasn't like going off with John all alone with him; it was not even like the thing between herself and Wendy, but it was horribly wild! The fun was rushing from her cunt and clit! 

Helene knew she had something special! Ellen was moaning and grabbing, her legs jerking, her ass bucking furiously. This mature hot box really went off! She made Beth seem like a rank beginner. Helene was not ready herself. The pop-off on John's cock had been a real ringer, but she was certainly enjoying the shivers and palpitations of the robust redhead with the blonde cunt-bush. 

Now Wendy was getting hers. The bed was shaking, and her cute ass was flying. John had her titties squeezed into fleshy cones, while her face contorted and a girlish sharp cry rang around the bedroom. She went into her short strokes! 

"Ohh! Ohhh! Eeeeeeeeeee! Ohhh!" Wendy wailed. 

"Come hard, baby!" John encouraged. "Tighten your cunt!" 

Wendy felt the surges shoot from her clit. Her vagina twitched voluptuously as John's cockhead seemed to be up harder and farther than ever before! Those practice sessions of clenching her cunt muscles were paying off. Her vagina was doing it all alone! That afternoon with Ellen had done something for her, too. She was breaking a real whizzer! 

Ellen's violent display of passion had a lot to do with it, too. This foursome was inspiring her! Helene was hanging on. Ellen was up-fucking as if she were possessed. The bed was taking one hell Of a beating. 

Wendy finished and slumped down on John as he drew his hands away so that she could squirm her titties on his chest, while his hands went to her ass. Ohhh, those pangs of relief were dream stuff! She had never made it so thoroughly, so delectably! Her cock-filled pussy was still shivering. 

Helene and Ellen quieted, and the room was filled for a while with heavy breathing, gasps of feminine pleasure. Wendy loved the view of two women fucking. It satisfied a certain need deep inside her that she could not explain. Helene had not made it, but she was hanging in there, tits mashed snugly to Ellen's full breasts. Now their mouths joined, their tongues snaking back and forth. Ellen's legs wound around Helene's ass. 

I know how hot Ellen is, and now Helene knows, Wendy thought. We can have some far-out parties! Maybe I can keep John at home for a while. Two cunts in the house here and one next door. 

Half an hour later, after a visit to the bathroom, John had his three cunts just where he wanted them—lined up at the foot of the bed, rumps tipped high, crotches angled back for easy rear-end entrance. Fresh drinks had helped him and the girls seemed as eager for it as he was. 

He had read about a wealthy Chinese importer at Hong Kong who enjoyed himself this way, often bringing four girls into the act. He gave one or two strokes of prick to each cunt, moving back and forth along the line, with a special bonus for the girl who climaxed first. But this was not Hong Kong, where pussy was cheap. This was Santa Barbara, and one of the cunts was his own sister. 

"Isn't this real heavy?" Wendy giggled. She was posed between Ellen and Helene. 

"Perfectly awful," Ellen laughed. "I never dreamed I'd ever do a thing like this!" 

"Well, you're gonna get it first, baby," John said, moving up behind her. 

Cindi entered the house quietly, still glowing with joy. She was utterly and totally pooped, her mouth and titties and pussy still felt tender and puffy from her evening's exertions. Neil was so damned good to her! 

I thought he'd never fill that second sheath with jism! she said to herself, dropping weakly into a living room chair. I made it six times! That last one almost wouldn't come, and when it finally did I nearly fainted! He asked to take me out again tomorrow night, but I have to talk to John first. 

A faint burst of womanly laughter from upstairs drew her thoughts from Neil. Cindi had left them all on the patio drinking. She figured they would all be in bed by now, with Helene at her own home. But some of the laughter she heard was Helene's, then Ellen's voice joined in. Surely John couldn't be entertaining all three of them! 

Since he'd had his fun at the beach with three pussies, Cindi believed he would do about anything. Now Cindi heard Wendy's loud giggle, then John's laugh. Cindi left her chair and sneaked up the stairway. The master bedroom door was partly open. All four were obviously in there. Heart pounding, Cindi crept nearer and peeked between the door and its frame. 

She almost dropped her handbag! After that beach episode with those eager young twitches, Cindi realized she could expect some sort of orgy—but this was too much! Helene, Wendy, and Ellen were doubled over at the foot of the bed, asses raised, and John was pouring his prick into Ellen! 

"Come off, honey!" Wendy gurgled. "You get only two more pokes, and then it's my turn for prick!" 

"Ohhh, yessss!" Ellen cried, her face twisting with lust. 

John drew way out and reared his big cock back like a bull. Ellen moaned, her head jerked from side to side as she pushed back and up at his cock. Then she went into her climax. Cindi had seen that before. She knew how much Ellen enjoyed her orgasms, and she was really living up this one! 

Her big tits jiggled on the bed as her whole robust body shook. A cry of thrall broke from her throat, and John horsed his cock in again and again! There was no question about it. He was coming too! He had been taking turns with all three of them, and now he could not resist the allure of Ellen's cunt. 

"Ughhh! Fuuuuuuck!" he shouted, hunching like a stallion. "That's gooooodcuuuuuunt!" 

Cindi jerked away from the doorway, cold and shaken. She had seen quite enough. Ellen's whimpers of delight followed Cindi down the stairway, then came more laughter from Wendy and Helene. They were all drunk, all enjoying John's cock. Wendy seemed the worst of all, sharing her husband and joining him in an orgy. 

But I wanted my own father for years, and maybe I still do, Cindi thought, heading for a downstairs spare bedroom. I asked him to fuck me, so I'm no better than Ellen or anyone, really. I get back home, and right away the old lust shows up again. Maybe if he got all that prick in me just once, I could wipe him out of my thoughts entirely! 

She slipped into the spare bedroom, turned on a lamp, and fell across the soft, resilient bed. Her clitoris was tingling again! Watching her father shoot his cream into Ellen's cunt had aroused her once more. She knew she was too pooped to pop, but her hand did feel good on her bikini bottom as she hunched up on her fingers. 

In the morning she would have some fun, for sure. She would make herself dream about Neil, not her own father. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Cindi stepped out of the guest room toilet and saw her father standing in the doorway wearing a robe. It was nearly eleven in the morning. He had evidently taken the day off. Cindi wore a pink wrapper she had found in the guest room closet. She had just freshened herself, planning to go back to bed and finish what she had started the previous night—a come on her fingers. 

"Did Neil get at you, Cindi?" John said, moving in and closing the door. 

"He almost did," Cindi lied easily. Fuck you! she thought. He doesn't thrill me like he used to. Neil turned me clear around. "But he sure did everything else."

John flushed, his eyes raking up and down her bod. "The other day you wanted my cock. You still want some of it?" 

Cindi shivered, looking at the tenting out of his robe. "Where's Wendy?" 

"She and Ellen went shopping," he muttered, moving nearer. His huge cock emerged from the folds of his robe. That big knob framed by his foreskin sent tremors through her body, but it was pure physical attraction. His glamour was gone. He was now an animal, as he had been last night when having a fuck party with three cunts, one of them his sister. 

"You know Wendy and Ellen are doing a little sex thing on the side, I suppose," Cindi said. She recalled what she had seen from the library. 

"It figures," he muttered. "So what? They're still ready when I want it." 

"So now you want another easy pussy, huh?" she giggled, twitching her ass. I believe I will let him fuck me, she thought. I'll get him out of my system for good. It won't mean much. I was going to play with my cunt anyway! I have a date with Neil tonight, and I'll keep it no matter what. 

"You're different," he said thickly, moving nearer. 

"I'm nuts about Neil, that's what's different," she said, opening the wrapper. "You really want some of this pussy?" 

Cindi's face twisted as her father rushed forward and grabbed her around the waist. She held her mouth up, and he took it greedily. She felt his prick burn against her naked belly—and suddenly it began to shrink and go limp! His mouth lifted, he cursed and jerked away, closing the robe again. 

"No!" he said blackly. 

"Well, I'm glad there's some man left in you, anyway," she said dryly. "And if you have to know, Neil did fuck me! He picked my cherry!" 

John's face went white. He wheeled and slammed out of the room. Let him go back to his beach bunnies, his sister and all the others! Cindi closed the wrapper and decided she wouldn't use her fingers after all. She would save all her goodies for Neil. 

* * * 

"Cindi, meet my sister Lori," Neil smiled. "She just came up from San Diego for a visit." 

"I didn't know you had a sister," Cindi answered, watching the very pretty young brunette slide into the round booth at Neil's left in a downtown cafe. He had mentioned he had a surprise for her. 

John had left the house about noon and Cindi had not seen him since. In some ways she didn't give a damn if she never saw him again. He had two obsessions in life: making money and cunt. She had offered him hers, and his prick had shriveled. Good! 

Sitting beside Neil, feeling his eyes on her body, was already wetting her crevice. Her clit was singing. She was free of that awful lust for her father. She had a steady boyfriend. Tonight she was going to get fucked again! During the lavish meal his hand had slipped under her miniskirt, and he had caressed her nyloned thighs. She was almost feverish for "dessert" in his apartment. Lori would understand; she wouldn't get in the way. It appeared she was staying at a nearby motel and had her own sports car. 

"You certainly are a pretty thing," Lori smiled. She resembled Neil and was as sexy as her handsome brother. She had the plush, polished look of a movie starlet, a real classy young twat with long legs and very good titties. 

"Are you a model or something?" Cindi smiled. She had taken an instant liking for Lori, and it was obvious that Lori felt the same vibes. Beauty attracted beauty. 

"Between classes at college," Lori said. She glanced at her brother. "You sure know how to pick 'em, stud." 

"The boss' daughter," Neil laughed. 

"Groovy," Lori giggled, her dark eyes caressing Cindi's face and tits. "Is he treating you right, Cindi?" 

"Oh, wow!" Cindi laughed. She felt at ease with Lori, as if they had known each other for years. "Where's your boyfriend, Lori?" 

"I just kind of hit and miss," Lori smiled. "How old are you, honey?" 

"Old enough," Neil put in. 

Lori giggled. "Could I see you in the powder room a minute, Cindi?" 

Cindi nodded, found her handbag, and the two girls left for the rest room. Cindi put an extra little twitch in her ass, just in case Neil was looking. Oh, she was floating high tonight! Several low. wolf whistles followed the girls. For the moment they were alone. 

"What I'm going to say may sound kind of weird, but did you ever have a brother you wanted to make out with?" Lori said. 

Cindi shuddered. "I used to have this thing about my father." 

"Damn, I'm glad you understand," Lori said, biting her lower lip. "It bugs me all the time! I see him with other chicks and—well, I've heard he's real smooth." 

"Fantastic!" Cindi giggled. "I haven't been around that much, but he sure knows what to do with a hot pussy." 

A touch of color showed in Lori's throat. She sat on a vanity bench in front of a wide mirror. "I shouldn't be telling you this, Cindi, but it just came out. It's strange, because I'm not jealous of you at all. Is a brother and sister combo too awful to you?" 

"It's happening right in my own family," Cindi said. "They've been screwing each other for years. I couldn't blame you—with Neil. He is something real special." 

"I'm so horny I could fuck a snake," Lori breathed. "I shouldn't drive up here to see Neil at all, and I won't interfere with your date tonight. I'll go to a bar I know and pick up a chick." 

Cindi was not surprised. She had heard that a lot of coeds were going that route. Nobody in southern California raised an eyebrow about two girls making it. Lori assumed Cindi had tried it herself. Cindi was sure she could have fun with Lori; the vibrations were real cozy. 

"Oh, don't do that," Cindi heard herself say. "Look, I'll suggest we both go to Neil's apartment. Let's see what happens." 

Lori turned and stood very close to Cindi, her dark eyes shiny, her breathing uneven. "I sure would love to get in your panties, honey!" 

"Well, hell," Cindi giggled, remembering the scene at home, John taking turns with Wendy, Helene, and Ellen. "Neil could fuck me a while and then you could. That wouldn't be incest." 

"You sweet young pussy, you!" Lori breathed. "I believe you mean it." 

"I do!" Cindi gurgled, her clit stinging. There was an interruption as two older women entered the John, and Cindi stepped back a little. Cindi and Lori finished doing what they had to and returned to the booth where Neil sat, smiling. 

"The two best-looking chicks in the place," he said. 

"Well, we've got a little surprise for you, stud," Lori giggled. 

* * * 

Neil unlocked his apartment, let the girls in, and closed the door behind him. Cindi turned immediately and bellied against him, pushing her cunt at his crotch, shivery with excitement. His foxy young sister drifted to a wide sofa, sat down with her skirt pulled back to her ass, and watched with obvious interest. 

He knew leggy Lori had been hot for him before his years in London, and he had figured she would be over it when he returned. But now, she was all grown up. Her young-girl crush seemed to have developed into a full-blown craving. They had even talked about it. 

He recalled the mother and daughter he had humped in England who had not been upset by it at all. They had fooled around with each other at intermissions. He could accept incest, but he still had his doubts about Lori. He had been away so long she did not seem related, and it appeared that Cindi had invited Lori, not vice-versa. 

If these two chicks wanted a party, they would damn well get one. His sexy sister was old enough to know better, and this might temper his growing emotional attachment for Cindi. Anything permanent was out. There was too much pussy out there waiting! 

"Cindi said I could watch you two get it on, Neil," Lori giggled. "I hope you won't mind." 

He didn't answer. He was sipping at Cindi's eager lips, lifting her skirt, and caressing her half-naked ass. Her tiny panties were very sheer. As he held his right leg forward, she hugged it with her thighs, her cute ass thrusting and giving him a provocative dry fuck. 

Last night I had my first cock and tonight I get my first pussy! Cindy thought. If they want to fuck, I couldn't be jealous of Lori. I know how strong the incest urge can be. This is gonna be a real fun evening! As soon as I can, I'm gonna get on the pill. I'm too young to be serious about anybody. And Neil will be chasing new stuff next week. I know how men are! 

She drew out of Neil's embrace. "Lori and I will go in your bedroom and put on some fancy outfits, huh?" 

"Cool," he smiled, his hardon pushing his pants out. "I'll mix drinks." The moment the bedroom door closed behind them, Lori slid her arms around Cindi. Their bodies flowed together as if they had done this a dozen times. Cindi felt a shiver in her pussy and her clit tingled. She liked it—really new and different sensation! 

"This could grow into something, honey," Lori breathed, her hands working beneath Cindi's skirt. "You're sexy!" 

"Neato!" Cindi whispered, urging her cunt forward. Their heads tipped, their lips engaged, and Lori's tongue wiggled and flirted. Lori had the same appeal Neil possessed; the vibes were just delicious. Cindi had wanted this in the cafe rest room. She was sure it could never replace the feel of prick, but it would certainly beat having her goodies alone! 

Cindi gripped the pretty brunette around the neck. Their covered tits pressed thrillingly. Lori ran a finger between Cindi's thighs and touched the panty-hugged pussy. Their tongue-play quickened as their lips burned together. Cindi knew instantly why some chicks enjoyed each other. It could be fun; it had a certain novel intimacy. 

I'm gonna fuck Dotti Fancher, too, Cindi thought, shivering. That little twat's been asking for it. I've been sitting on my cunt too much. From now on, I'm gonna use it. Ohhh! 

As much as she was enjoying Lori's mouth and hands, Cindi ended the kiss. After all, Neil was out there waiting, and he had something no girl could match. She and Lori could date when no prick was available. First things first. 

"Oh, shit!" Lori whispered. "Let's get Neil in here right now. I'm ready!" 

"Right on," Cindi giggled. She reached down and slid her hand under the brunette's skirt, cupping the warm panty-sheathed pussy. Lori hunched. 

"Nnnnnn!" Lori giggled. "You sure you haven't been playing games with some other chick?" 

"I guess this just comes naturally," Cindi laughed. 

Neil entered his bedroom wearing only his briefs, looked at his sister and Cindi, and grinned. His cock was as hard and big as a lamppost. Both girls still wore their nylons, heels, and panties. Lori's pink lacy bra still cradled her titties, but Cindi had worn no bra. Her cute hard boobs didn't need support. 

"Fine," he chuckled, steering Cindi to the bed. Their mouths were puffed. Cindi's rosy nipples were stiff, and Lori had a line of wetness on her go-go panties. Neil knew damn well they had been fondling each other, sucking tongues. He knew he could never touch his sister if just the two of them were here, in spite of his continental outlook, but Cindi was bringing it all together. 

He eased Cindi down, and she gurgled cozily, spreading her long sweet thighs and lifting her fresh young mouth for a kiss. Pussy fragrance touched his nostrils; his cockhead was already dribbling screw juice. 

"We'll put on some of your sexy undies later, honey," Cindi purred. "We want things to happen now!" 

"I like it," he grinned, sliding his hand between the blonde's nyloned shanks. "How about kissing a nipple first?" 

"Oh, whatever you want, stud!" Cindi giggled. "Go ahead, Lori, do your thing, like you promised." 

"I need some feels, damn it," she said, her voice trembling. "Would it really be okay, Neil?" 

"It's your choice, sweetie," he smiled. 

Lori shivered with awful need. Fooling around with Cindi, dreaming about her handsome brother who was going to pour the cock into Cindi, and watching him play with Cindi's pussy were driving her up the wall! She rushed over in front of her brother, sank to her knees between his legs, and drew his elastic briefs down until his beautiful forbidden prick stood up and out. It was the most cock she had ever seen! Touching it was like nothing else had ever been! He made the other guys she had fucked pale to insignificance. 

"It's a beauty, isn't it?" Cindi bubbled. 

Lori couldn't answer. She was too entranced with her brother's hard, long shaft in her eager fingers. She had sucked a few of her first dates, because it was a safe way to keep a guy hanging around. But it had been just a so-so thrill. This was entirely different. She craved it! She had to have it, come hell or high water. Maybe she had screwed so many chicks because no guy had really turned her on! 

Holding the tumid, thick shaft in her fingers, Lori snatched her bra away, leaned far forward, and pressed the cock between her tingling, hard-nippled tits! Feeling his flesh on her was like turning her back burner up high. Suddenly she was bringing her mouth to the swollen knob and letting her eager lips caress it! 

"Yeah!" Neil breathed, his glands tensing in her mouth. She took it way up in her throat! Her moist, swollen cunt mouth tightened as her lips came alive around his heated, flexing prick shaft. Surely he was not going to squirt a load of come already! His cock even tasted better than any other she had sucked. It seemed to kind of belong in her mouth. 

"Don't make him come, honey!" Cindi gasped. 

"It's okay," Neil muttered. "I've got a lot of sap tonight." 

I want it in my cunt! Lori thought dizzily. I'm on the pill. He can't knock me up! Oh, I love his cock! 

She lifted her head, rose to her feet, and slid her panties to the floor. Neil got out of his briefs, crawled to the middle of the bed, and Lori rushed on top of him, legs straddled, her cunt drooling juice. 

Neil was past caring about morals or family or anything else! That pretty dark-framed cunt needed his prick. He had long fantasized fucking his sister. Now with Cindi here, it was somehow right! This was Lori's decision, not his. He cradled her firm young breasts in his hands, watched her puffy cunt fasten to his cockhead, and felt the sweet hot flame of her lust. 

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Lori panted, feeling her flesh yielding to his wonderful big cock. "Ohhh, that's so neat! I just gotta fuck you, honey!" 

She hunched down, a flurry of thrills seized her loins, and her clitoris tensed. No guy had ever been up in her so far! Her pussy was shivering around his meat, clasping it tightly. She knew now why some girls went apeshit about humping guys. A girl could never fill her with vibrant flesh like this! Neil's cock was special. It was the most beautiful thing in the world! 

Cindi watched Lori begin her top-fuck with the rise and fall of her rounded ass. She could not blame either one of them. They were grooving like crazy! They didn't seem to know another girl was in the room, they were so totally wrapped up in their fuck! A sudden wild idea possessed her. She left the bed, picked up her clothes, and slipped out into the living room. 

Hands shaking, her clit stiff and achy, she dialed home. John answered. His voice sounded dreamy. 

"This is Cindi," she whispered. "Will you drive by Neil's apartment and get me? I really need you." 

"Hey, I thought you and Neil were—" 

"Hurry!" she breathed. "Something just changed my mind about everything." 

* * * 

John drove up in front of Neil Lester's apartment, saw Cindi near the lighted entrance way, and his prick began to leak slickum. After that bad scene at home that morning, he had figured the thing with his sexy young daughter was finished. But something had happened between her and Neil, and he didn't give a shit what it was. That awful craving was still inside him. As Cindi opened the car door and rushed in beside him, short skirt sliding back to her crotch, the old lust shook her father like a storm. 

"Take me to a motel, John," she breathed, cuddling warmly against him. "Undress me and play with me and then drive that big hot prick clear through me! I just know you won't go soft this time!" 

He got the car in motion, his head spinning. Son of a fucking bitch! The V of her pretty long thighs in the dash light, the pouts of her hard little titties inside the jersey, and the compelling fragrance of pussy brought his cock up so hard he could hardly drive. 

She caught his right hand, drew it down to her panties, then reached over and began to caress his rock-hard prick, breathing unevenly in his ear. 

"Hurry, honey! I'm just dying for this cock!" 

John was so excited he almost ran into an oncoming car. All afternoon at the office had been fucked up. One of his wealthy widow customers had tried to lay it on him in his private alcove, and he had promised her a date some other day. He had thought too much about Cindi, remembering her offer and his sudden prick limpness. But the mood was right tonight! 

Holding her moist, panty-hugged pussy was too much! He drew up at a phone booth, piled out, and called a motel owner he knew. A fancy suite would be waiting. He would not have to register or let anyone know who he was taking there. He parked at the appointed spot in front of a dimly lit unit at the far end of the Eldorado. In half a minute flat, he had Cindi inside and the door locked. 

"Ohhh, this is some sin den!" Cindi giggled, gazing at the mirror on the ceiling above the wide bed and more mirrors around the walls. She tossed her handbag on the vanity and pushed herself against him. "Make it real good, John! I don't care what happened in the past. I gotta have this!" 

He shuddered, lifting her skirt and cupping her warm rounded ass cheeks. Her pointy little tits cuddled into his chest, her mouth lifted for a kiss, and he knew that nothing would keep him out of her cute little cunt this time! If he burned in hell for it, he didn't give a fuck. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

"Well, show me the prick that drives all the girls crazy," Cindi giggled, stepping back and lifting her short, tight skirt. She was determined to make this a fun night; getting heavy would spoil everything. Neil was pronging his sister, so she could enjoy some in-family fucking herself! 

John grinned, catching her playful mood. He had screwed so many girls, one more wouldn't matter that much to him. Maybe she couldn't take so much cock! What a laugh that would be. But John would get it in her somehow. Cindi decided to take it raw, too. No damn condom! Lori had the real thing in her pussy. 

I watched Ellen play with it, and I saw it go in her cunt last night, but tonight it's mine! Cindi thought, twitching her ass and loosening her skirt. I'll date Neil again. I'm sure he wants more of my body. Lori will go back home, and Neil and I can have lots of fun together. But for tonight I'm John's piece! 

John removed his shirt, dropped his trousers, kicked off his shoes, and watched Cindi pose in panties, nylons, and heels. So young, fresh and dainty, so excited—and it was all his! Her panties were soppy, and her pretty pink nipples were climax stiff. 

"One of Neil's old girlfriends showed up," Cindi lied easily. "I didn't want a threesome, deciding I wanted your big neat cock instead." 

John trembled, swept his briefs to the floor, and straightened, aiming his rod straight at her. Old Dick was really swollen; it could sniff new cunt. Young sweet forbidden cunt! He was like a stallion with a filly in heat. He had to drive a big load way up there! 

"Ohhhh, wow!" Cindi gasped, sliding her panties from her cute ass and down her legs. His first look at her naked pussy, decorated with blonde curls, the dainty lips expanded and moist, wanted to make John say "Wow" too. The ache in his cockhead was almost unbearable. His foreskin was stretched to the very limit! The bull lust raged inside him. 

"Stretch out on the bed, baby," he muttered. "I'm gonna stretch that cute little cunt." 

"That's what it needs, stud—lots of big hot sliding cock!" She giggled, pulled back the covers, and saw that the suite had other attractions. The sheets were purple satin and the mattress was very resilient. She wanted lots of pussy juice and jism all over it, like at home after he got through fucking Wendy. In one way, she was still a virgin. Her deeps had not been squirted with semen. She had yet to feel naked prick in her eager flesh. 

Tonight he isn't my father, and I'm not his daughter! she thought, spreading on her back, her legs far apart. He's a stud I picked up, and I'm gonna come off a dozen times! Maybe I can fuck him steady, the way Ellen does! I want him to eat me. I want to suck his prick and everything! 

John looked completely dazed as he moved to lie down beside her, reaching for her eager, up-tilted pussy. She shot her hand to his cock, her fingers claimed it, and his juice was already leaking down the shaft onto her pinkies. He had nuts like a ram! How all that could ever enter her vagina she didn't know! Just holding his cock sent tremors through her entire body. 

"Ohhhh!" she giggled. "Ohhh!" 

His hand stroked her pussy, down the crevice, up to her tumid clit point. He explored it and shuddered. He loved her hard "little boy in the boat." He knew Neil had been first, but he had let Neil date her, knowing full well a handsome young guy like Neil would steal her prize. 

John's fingers slid inside and he trembled. Her pussy flesh twitched! 

"Neil used a rubber," she whispered. "I've never had a bare prick!" 

"Yeah!" he muttered thickly. "It's all right. Most girls get it sooner than you did. Damn, that's real tight cunt!" 

"Should be real fun for you, huh?" she giggled, hunching up on his finger. "Don't get serious, John. Just work me over good, and fuck me, and we won't think about anything else." 

"Right," he said, holding her pussy like it was made of diamonds. 

She turned her head, offering her mouth, and he closed his lips on hers, flicking his tongue in and out while he pressed her cunt very snugly. It was all she had ever anticipated and more. The vibes were deep and sweet and right! John would keep her from losing her head over Neil. She needed experience, several different boyfriends. Ellen and Wendy didn't have to get all of his passion—or Helene Fancher, either. 

Now his hand went up to her tingling titties. He fondled them and tweaked her tender nipples, his cock ridged in her clasping fingers, his tongue diving and diving into her hungry mouth. Neil was good, but John had a certain smoothness, more experience! The thrills were happening so close together she was already dizzy with need. Her pussy shouted for his cock! 

The sexy mirrors, the satin sheets, his strong body close, his hand exploring back to her pussy again, circling her clit zone with a finger ... it was sheer magic! The hunger for Neil had represented a deeper hunger for John. And she would taste some new stuff, too. Dotti Fancher and lots of girls were enjoying prick. She had waited long enough! 

John's mouth lifted as Cindi hunched against his hand and arched her titties high. She was not going to just lie on her ass and let the guy do all the thrusting, like Dotti. She loved to hunch. She had got in some hot practice with Neil, and she would show John how good she was on top. 

I'll do a threesome with Neil and Lori if they want it! she thought. I want to fuck Lori. She really is something! Oh, if John runs his finger up in me one more time, I'm gonna come! 

Suddenly, he was between her legs! His face twisted and the head of his prick felt huge! He didn't want her going off on his finger. He wanted the first one with his beautiful big cock. 

"Yess, yes!" Cindi panted, tipping her crotch high. "Get it in there!" 

Feverishly, she watched her father's prick lower toward her pussy. She drew her legs way back, and he braced himself on his hands and knees as the knob of his sex finally touched her labia! Feeling Neil go in that very first time had been sheer delight. But somehow, as her flesh spread and spread, this was even better! Sting after sting of rapture fanned out from her cunt. His glands was opening her farther and farther. It was going in! And she was going offfff! 

Her pussy mouth opened even more as his huge hard knob started into her eager cunt flesh. Suddenly, the twinges of her lust turned into a storm of erotic palpitations! Just as he horsed his solid cock smoothly into her deeps, she squealed her joy! Her meat-stuffed pussy grabbed at his prick! Her clitoris pulsed, her nipples peaked, and the sensations spread from her girlie cock all through her body! 

It was so wonderful she squealed again. She was coming harder and faster than she had with Neil. Her pussy just wouldn't quit! She was bucking and kicking her legs, clawing at his chest. She was going totally apeshit! All of her dammed-up passion for her father was flooding from her cunt and throughout her whole body. She was up-fucking as that huge magic wand jabbed at her deeps! 

John had put his stinger in a few wildcats (one English girl had popped off like this), but he had never dreamed Cindi would blow so hard. Her snug little cunt clutched at his cock. Her delicious shakes and shivers of delight reminded him of Ellen when she had been young and hot and foxy. Nobody could fuck like his older sister. She could come time after time. Her active cunt was the absolute best, and nobody sucked cock with such enthusiasm. 

John crouched there and let Cindi finish her young-girl goodies, watching the expression of thrall on her pretty flushed face, each tremble of her body and pussy reflected there like an erotic barometer. That Neil was a lucky fucker! He picked her cherry and enjoyed all these treats, and Cindi had needed someone steady, experienced. He had done a fine job on Cindi. Maybe Neil deserved a raise in salary. 

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh—wow!" Cindi breathed, opening her eyes, her long legs stretched flat on the bed. "That's the most fun I ever had!" 

"Sweeet pusssssy!" he grinned. "It comes real goooood." 

"I just kept on coming!" she giggled. "Oh, I scratched your chest." 

"Forget that, sweetie. You want more like this, or you want to top-fuck?" 

"On top!" she breathed. "That way you can hold my titties when I go off!" 

He laughed. It was going along just fine with no mention of their real situation. She was Cindi, he was John. When a girl was this horny, only one thing mattered—popping her little fun-gun till it wouldn't shoot anymore. 

Cindi watched his pussy-slick cock emerge from her cunt, and it was hard to believe so much prick-meat had been inside her! Lucky a cunt stretches! He looked down at her swollen slit, his tongue wiggled out, and she knew she was going to get head before she got any more cock. 

"Yesss!" she breathed, shivering wildly. "Can I please suck yours?" 

"I do better this way, sweet stuff. I have to hold this shot for a long time." 

"Any way you want it!" she giggled. "But you promised I could top ride. I do know a little about that." 

"We have lots of time, baby," he smiled, crouching and sliding his hands beneath her ass. Now she would find out if he knew as much about eating cunt as Neil did. Older men love nibbling fresh young pussy! 

John gazed down at the fresh bloom of Cindi's fragrant young cunt, the dainty petals waiting for his tongue and lips. He remembered all the times he had seen her in bikinis, the sweet flexings and posturings of her pretty long-legged body, the delightful curvatures of her mouth and titties, her manner when no one else was around. He knew this had been inevitable right from the moment she had filled out and turned into a girl with an awareness of sex. Ellen had told him how often Cindi played with herself. A housekeeper would know: pussy stains on her pillows and sheets and in her panties. 

He might never get it again. His conscience or hers might prevent it, so he had to give this cute pussy everything he had. Shuddering with new craving, he brought his mouth down to her up-tilted cunt and kissed the delicate upper crevice, feeling her little girl-cock tense between his lips. Her legs trembled, her ass quivered, and she uttered a little cry of pure pleasure. 

"Ohh! Oh, oh, ohh!" Cindi panted, loving his lips on her clit. Her father was more knowing and experienced with her tender sex bud. His capable hands held her ass very tightly, coaxing more thrills from it. Now he began to burrow into her pussy mouth, suctioning the juice of her need, and a finger was teasing the lower reach of her crevice! 

John moaned into his daughter's cunt. The thrills were starting to gather in her pelvis. She was not far away from another climax, and her craving for more of his huge prick shook her like a storm. 

"Ohhh, let me fuck you now, honey!" she cried. "Please!" 

His head lifted, he nodded, and he dropped over on his back. She scrambled quickly above him, swung her hips high, and without any assistance at all she fastened her twitching cunt opening around his virile glands. Ohhh, the luscious squeeze of it in her cunny! Head was wonderful, but cock was her thing! It seemed to fill her even fuller than before! 

Slowly, sweetly his sex emblem inched deeper! His hands cuddled her tits just the way she had dreamed he would. Her legs drew in as she leaned forward and started her fuck. Sock, sock, lunge! Her nerves begged for an orgasm! 

"Damn, damn!" John gasped, lifting his hips. "That's beautiful cuuuuunt!" 

"Ohhh! Ohhhh!"Cindi cried. "I'm coming!" 

"Get it off, baby!" he groaned. "Fuck me till your eyeballs pop out!" 

It's so much better without a sheath! she thought hazily. Raw meat in my naked cunt! This is the way a fuck should be! Before long, I'll be riding Neil's cock again. I'll be safe so I can take his squirts. But right now I'm gonna get my first spray of hot jism! He can't hold back. My pussy is too good for him! 

John's eyes glazed, and his huge cock tensed. Cindi hunched and bounced in a rosy mist of total delight. She could drag it out next time. This was a wild compulsive drive to the finish. Those slidings, that heavy pounding at her deeps! Ohhhh, fucking him seemed less wrong all the time. This had been ordained. 

There was no reason why she couldn't have her fucking at home and on dates with Neil, too! This was no worse than what her father had been doing with Ellen for years and years. Cindi was a big girl now. She could have a lot of fun with her pussy, the best funnnn in the whole world. 

"Ughhhh!" John moaned fiercely. His prick tensed and began to throb! His virility was gushing up into Cindi's clasping cunt, and she felt the answering pounds of her need in every corner of her being! She stroked and stroked, faster and faster, and suddenly her pussy flesh knew a whole different kind of response. She was exploding around his pulsing cock! 

Cindi screamed! Her entire pelvis churned in voluptuous rhythm. Her anus tightened, her cunt tightened, and her nipples seemed to bore into John's hands. The family lust was throbbing from her cunt. Her clitoris was a repeating fun-gun, shooting heaven at his prick. She was coming offff, offff, OFFFFF! 

Oh, I bet Ellen comes like this. That's why he can't resist her cunt! I just knew John could bang me harder than anybody. I can see him the way he is. I'm not in love with him anymore. I'm just fucking for fun! 

John knew this was not the end of his incestuous association with Cindi. It was just the beginning. Her snug little box was pulling every drop of his lust. His nuts were like cannon balls at the root of his cock. 

For John, it was almost like that first wild fuck with Ellen! She had started this thing years before, and now he was tasting more forbidden treats. There could be no offspring. He could spray his seed in Cindi's dainty fresh cunt any time she needed it! He and Cindi and Ellen could slip away someplace out of town and they could all three drink the forbidden juice. 

Cindi finished her panting ride on his prick and dropped her titties to his heaving chest. The heavenly pangs of aftermath deep inside her were all she wanted! They were two animals, sweaty and spent. Her cunt was flooded with his load, and she could feel it oozing down—around his balls as her pussy lips clasped in a sweet last spasm. Wow!" 

"Ohhh, John!" she breathed unevenly. "It can't be wrong when it's this good!" 

"You hated me when you found out about Ellen and me," he muttered, his hands gripping her ass. 

"I was just jealous!" she whispered. "I wanted your prick in me!" 

"Are you jealous now, sweetie?" 

"Ohhh, no," she breathed. "I adore Ellen. I understand how it is. Could the three of us have a party sometime?" 

"Why, you little clever twat," he chuckled. "I was thinking the same thing." 

Cindi relaxed happily. So many wonderful things lay ahead for her: Lori Lester, Ellen, and even Dotti Fancher—but the best would be John and Neil. Throbbing, gushing prick was where she was really at. A girl had to have that. Nothing else would ever be so wonderful for Cindi since she had finally grown up. 

THE END