David Lasher
Randy sis Cindi

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.