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

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."