"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."
CHAPTER SIX
"Don't just stand there, Cindi," Dotti giggled, removing her red jersey. "Take your shorts off and let me see your pussy."
They were in Dotti's bedroom, and Carl was in the John cleaning his cock. His clothes were tossed over the back of a chair.
"You little twat," Cindi whispered. "Why didn't you let Carl get me?"
"After a guy comes, he's out of it for a while. You should know that," Dotti giggled. "What's a little fun between chicks, huh?"
Cindi trembled, not wanting to act like a complete square. Touching the cute brunette's tits had been pleasurable. It was safe sex, and it was the in thing at school. Now that she had stopped waiting for her father to break her in, she might as well enjoy it all. Short of cock in cunt, Cindi didn't trust condoms. John squirted bugless semen.
"Okay," Cindi laughed. "I haven't seen your cunt yet."
"Last night you did," Dotti smiled, "but it was kind of dark." She unfastened her cutoffs and dropped them to the floor. She wore thin blue bikini panties, and their crotch showed a trace of wetness.
"Didn't you have your fun before I came over?" Cindi asked. She unzipped her shorts to slide them down from her hips. Her red bikini panties were sopped along her slit.
"It takes me a while to get hot, honey," Dotti giggled, her big tits swaying as she wiggled nearer. "You sure made it fast. You must've played with, your clit before you dropped over."
"Oh, some," Cindi smiled.
"Cute pussy," Dotti giggled, catching Cindi around the waist. She pushed her cunt mound into Cindi's crotch. Their breasts met tinglingly, and Cindi felt her clit responding. The velvety warm touch of Dotti's body felt surprisingly good.
Cindi slid her hands down to Dotti's ass, and she held her mouth out for a kiss. Dotti took her lips quickly. Their tongues met and coiled. Cindi pushed her titties forward and felt Dotti shiver. Not bad at all! Of course, she had been turned on by seeing and holding Carl's prick, watching it belch a white stream of jism.
Dotti spread her thighs, and Cindi realized she was taking over; the cuddly brunette was the "girl." Cindi glued her moist, panty-covered pussy to Dotti's cunt and hunched swiftly. It wasn't like kissing Carl and feeling his cock, but it held a lot of promise for future thrills.
Alone with Dotti, she was not even sure she could come. But the day had been so full of shocks and surprises, she could believe almost anything. Dotti felt so smooth and voluptuous. She was really pushing her cunt out; the feel of two pussies sliding together, even covered, was bringing up Cindi's clit again.
Carl pumped his prick a few times and stepped out of the can. Somehow, he had to get his stinger in that long-legged blonde. At school, she didn't mingle, was always alone, acting as if she was too good for the studs. Al Hood hadn't got it, and he was considered pretty smooth with a pussy.
Dotti pulled out of Cindi's embrace and looked at Carl. Her dark eyes fastened on his prick as she wiggled over in front of him.
"We never did suck it, hot stuff," she cooed, reaching for his cock.
"I want to fuck," he grinned. "How about you, Cindi?"
"I don't fuck," she said, easing backward into a chair. "You two go ahead. I didn't get a very good look last night."
He wanted to tell her to go screw herself, but some of the best lookers were always hardest to make out with. She sure loved kissing and tit play, though. Maybe if she watched him dump a load in Dotti she would take those creamed panties off and spread out for him. Most of them only said they wouldn't fuck to start with.
Cindi was trying to act very cool about all this, but Carl's prick was looking better and better. Here was an available cock, and John's wasn't. Saving herself for her father seemed more ridiculous every moment; he wouldn't give in, no matter what. Dotti had fun with the guys because she put out. It was as simple as that.
I'll talk to Ellen about getting on the pill, Cindi thought. Then I can fuck raw cock! It should feel a lot better than taking it with one of those rubbers. I had my hand on Carl's prick, and now I need it in me!
Dotti lowered her panties and slid onto the bed, her thighs wide open. Carl picked up his pants, took out his box of rubbers, drew one from the container, and peeled it down over his rigid prick. The sheath was so very thin his cock looked almost natural. Cindi felt more juice leaking into her panties.
"Get your ass over on the bed and I'll give you some of this, too, baby," he grinned, arching his hips at her.
"Come on, honey!" Dotti gurgled. "It feels real good in there."
Cindi shook her head, not trusting her voice. Carl shrugged, moved to the bed, and crawled between Dotti's outspread legs. His head lowered to her tit, and he drew a nipple in his lips to suck it. Dotti cooed, running her fingers through his long, wavy hair.
"He likes my tits," Dotti giggled, gazing over at Cindi. "At least take off your panties so we can see your pussy."
Oh, they're laying it on me! Cindi thought. Like last night, she's so casual about it. It's almost like she was having a Coke with a guy. I want it to be special when a guy humps his prick into me!