Carl shuddered and stroked deeply, kind of snug and neat. Dotti had conquered a new prick. He was one of the top guys at school, and if she pretended it was really good, he'd date her again. She lifted her hips and kicked her legs.
"Uhhh!" he groaned, hunching again and again.
"Fuck me hard, honey!" she breathed, pulling his chest down tightly against her titties. If only she could feel what he was feeling! "Pump a big wad away up in me!"
Her words really reached Carl. A girl who talked sexy was an in girl. He moaned again and began to fuck real fast! The sliding sensation in Dotti's pussy was rather interesting. His drawn-up nuts gave her a feeling of triumph.
Cindi shook with envy and a sensation of deep astonishment. That little bitch was talking like a whore! And she had a hunch it was half put on. This easy promiscuity, talking about a whole box of rubbers as if they were sticks of chewing gum, was not her idea of a romantic date! Sure, the guys loved it. They were animals and after just one thing-getting it in and going off.
Carl's back arched. He drove in harder and panted heavily. The movements of his ass were fascinating to Cindi. The muscles bunched with each hump, his nuts knotting at the root of his sliding cock. He was about there! Dotti let out a squeal that sounded faked as hell, and Carl grunted like a pig that he was coming.
Cindi leaped to her feet and ran toward the pool area. She had seen enough of that. She was not going to spread out and let Dotti see her get fucked! And she didn't want to spend the night with Dotti, either. She changed direction and raced across the lawn to her own home, the movements of her legs stimulating her tender clitoris.
As she passed the big garage, she heard a very peculiar sound. An excited womanly laugh was coming from one of the open windows of Ellen Wood's apartment. Maybe she had a boyfriend, after all. Well, she acted as if she needed screwing. Her behavior around John was part interest and part coolness, looking as if she was downplaying her real feelings.
Beneath those conservative clothes Ellen wore was a robust figure, though she seemed to be trying to hide her large, thrusting tits. Her fine legs and ass and slim waist were never accented, either. With a bit of makeup and a modern hairdo, Cindi thought Ellen would be quite attractive-especially with snug-fitting pants and a blouse to show off her boobs. For her age, she had a lot going for her.
Her pussy aching, Cindi paused in the warm darkness and heard a pleased, girlish giggle, then a man's soft laugh. She froze in her tracks. It was John's voice. Incredible! He could be just visiting, talking business. But it was a funny hour of the evening for that. He had enjoyed his new young wife for a couple of hours that afternoon, but maybe he needed more fucking!
Shivering, Cindi moved to the stairway that led up to the apartment. Carefully she approached the entrance way and placed her ear against the door.
"It might have to be a quickie tonight, Ellen," John was saying.
"It is awfully risky," came Ellen's answer. "But I sure need you, darling. It's been over a week!"
"Well, Wendy's asleep, and Cindi's over spending the night with Dotti," he chuckled. "That's a really sexy outfit, baby."
"I bought it just for you. Your cock looks so beautiful!"
Oh, I want to hate Ellen, but I can't! Cindi thought, shuddering. She's so friendly and nice to me, and I'm certain she knows I play with my pussy. But I'm sure she doesn't realize how I crave my own father. In one way I'm glad he is fucking her! I bet she can take a lot of it. I wish I could see his cock!
"Ohhhhhh!" came the sound from the apartment. "Ohhh, my God! Here it comes!"
The quality of Ellen's voice, the intensity of her cry of delight, was the most stimulating sound Cindi had ever heard. Wendy had fun with him, but Ellen seemed to go utterly apeshit! Her loud, jerky sounds of satisfaction were far out. She really loved her goodies. And John was just the kind of stud to fully appreciate it.
Quaking with need, her pussy swollen, her bikini panty slick with girl juice, Cindi suddenly remembered that a narrow balcony ran around the apartment above the garage. If she crept along there, she might be able to see what they were doing. They had not entered the bedroom that was at the far end of the quarters and were still playing around in the living room.
She moved cautiously to her right on the balcony and sneaked to the nearest lighted window. It was raised, which had let her hear the first sounds. Now she saw that the drapes were not quite fully drawn. Heart thumping, Cindi slipped over to the peephole and looked in.
Wow! She was able to view the whole thing. They were sitting on a sofa, facing the window. John's left arm was around Ellen's waist. His right hand was on her tits, while his trousers were unzipped and the huge dark pillar of his sex stood so high Cindi nearly cried out! It was a monster of a cock! Ellen's right hand was holding it. The look of sexual greed on her flushed face was almost startling. Her outfit was sexier than hell.
Ellen's light-red hair, usually wound tightly to her head, now flowed down over her shoulders. Her full mouth was made up in flame red, and her bra had openings in the cups so the points stuck out, bare and puffed. A matching pair of sheer bikini panties, black and purple trimmed, adorned her cunt. She wore black-net stockings and silvery high-heeled sandals. In fact, she didn't even look like Ellen. But it was unmistakably her, and she was utterly beautiful! Her excited nipples, circled by wide pink aureoles, were an inch long and very thick. Her tits stuck out nearly a foot!
"I like those tittie-play comes," John chuckled, hefting her right breast lovingly. His fingers were sure and bold.
"When I hold your cock and you play with my boobs, I just gotta come!" Ellen giggled, arching her breasts out even farther. "Just think, this is our first fun in this apartment."
"I'm sorry as hell about missing yesterday," he smiled. "I was out of town, and I got at Wendy early on purpose. She got off two more times after dinner, and that did it. Now she'll sleep till ten in the morning."
"Is she turning into a pretty good fuck, darling?" Ellen giggled, her fine rich thighs spreading as she teased his prickhead. A batch of clear juice oozed out on his knob. Then Cindi realized why his penis looked different from those she had seen in girlie magazines. He still had a foreskin, and it was real tight around his knob.
"Improving," he grinned. "But nobody can fuck like you-or come off as many times."
"I wish we didn't have to sneak it in," she breathed, working her hips in coital thrusts. "It's awful, waiting a whole week. If we could move far away someplace and I could pretend to be your wife or your mistress…"
"Yeah. But we still know, don't we?"
Ellen nodded, biting her lip. "I'm a lot older than you, too. Oh, hell! And I know you like a book. Men want young pussy."
John laughed. "Remember what we promised? No looking back. I know things have changed a lot the past twenty years or so, and our age difference isn't all that much. Let me work on it, sweetie. But I needed Wendy's money. I've got the brokerage in high gear now. I'll think things over."
"I've told you I understand about Wendy. I like her. A man should marry for advantage, even if I get jealous as hell. Then there's young Cindi. You know she's just crazy about you."
"Ah, that's just kid stuff," he answered, frowning.
"Well, I hope so!" Ellen breathed, clutching his cock as if she owned it. "If she ever found out…"
"Hey, forget that," John said. He reached for her other huge breast. "We've been over this before."
"Oh, if we could be really together!" Ellen gasped, watching his fingers caress her nipple.
"You'd fuck me dry," he chuckled. "Come on. Let's get all this good fun while we can."
I wish I knew what the hell they were talking about, Cindi thought, her right hand slipping down to her flaming pussy. All I want is right there in Ellen's fingers! If he ever gets all that prick in me, I'll pass out! I wonder how many times she does come.