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

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."