"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."
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.