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…