"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.