"Randy sis Cindi" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lasher David)

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?