John began kissing Ellen on the mouth while his hand slipped down her tummy to her crotch, pressing the thin, see-through panties. Ellen moaned. Her fingers sliding up and down on his cock, she hunched slowly. John wasn't even undressed yet. This was just the preliminaries. Her hip lifts quickened, and then she rested a few seconds, only to start again. She was working up to her next orgasm. Cindi knew how good that felt. If you toy the thrills right up to the peak and then stop before going off, it made the finish a lot better!
Cindi was in a frenzy. Seeing was so much sexier than just listening. She was crouched on her knees and spread them a little to fit her hand inside her bikini panties on her soaked, tender cunt. She was past delaying her fun. Watching Dotti take Carl's prick and seeing him get off and now this scene was like touching a match to a bomb fuse. After a few hand wiggles, her clit hardened, and she felt the first ardent lances of her climax.
Bingo!
The aching burden of Cindi's need exploded violently. Her whole pelvis was going off. Offff! OFFFF! It was not just her clit. It was a gripping kind of spasm like nothing she had ever felt before. Every nerve in her body twitched voluptuously. It was going on and on and on! The mouth of her pussy was alive, grabbing at her hand. It was the best climax of her entire life!
Leaning back on the balcony railing, Cindi's hips thrust on her fingers. The goodies flooded from her cunt, followed by twinges of relief so sharp and sweet she could not believe them! Thank heaven the building was solidly constructed! She was like a writhing snake, lusting on her hand in a daze of pure sex.
Now Ellen was getting hers. The quick, lusty bucking of her ass, the twist of her face, her heaving tits and quaking legs showed Cindi how a mature woman enjoyed teasing and play with everything she had. Ellen's mouth broke free, and her right hand shot down to cover John's. She lunged at the two hands with her busy cunt.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh! Ohhhh! I'm coming HARD!" she wailed fiercely. "Ohhh! John, ohhhhhh!"
Cindi caught her breath, sagged against the railing, and feasted her senses on the erotic vision. She was so filled with envy that she felt tears forming in her eyes. It just was not fair! Her father was cheating on Wendy, and Ellen didn't have to get all of it. And every week, from the way it sounded.
My own father can give me some of that, too! she thought. I wouldn't ever tell. Nobody would have to know. I'm going to ask him tomorrow. I've waited for his cock long enough! I don't care how wrong it is!
"Ohhh, you devil!" Ellen breathed, falling back softly on the sofa and panting jerkily. Her fingers returned to John's wet-headed cock, and her fingertips fluttered lovingly up and down its tumid shaft. The look of adoration filled Cindi with more bittersweet envy.
"Terrific," John grinned, doodling with Ellen's beautiful tits again. How long, pink, and sexy her nipples were. The crotch of her panties was soaked with woman goo.
"Oh, it gets better every time, darling!" Ellen giggled. "Can I please suck it now?"
"I think I'd rather go in the bedroom and fuck," he smiled. "You go freshen up and I'll undress."
"I know," she gurgled, looking down at her panties. "I sure do get wet."
John smiled, and squeezed an alluring tit peak. Ellen patted his prick, wiggled to the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. Instantly, John moved to the living room door and went out swiftly. Cindi tried to stand. She staggered and caught at the balcony railing. Suddenly, John's big tall silhouette was right in front of her. She had been caught!
Her father took her arm, steered her to the steps that led down to the ground, and pushed her gently ahead of him. How horribly awful! He had heard her out there. He knew she had been peeping! Cindi was glad for the near darkness. She had never been so shamed and embarrassed in her life.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she breathed, shaking all over.
"I really can't blame you," he said, his voice thick and strange.
"I won't ever tell," she whispered. She didn't want to call him Daddy. Not now! She knew he would never hurt her physically. She wanted to lurch at him and fasten her pussy mound to his cocklump!
"Someday I'll tell you how things are between me and Ellen," he said, not touching her. "You'd better run inside, honey. Why don't you find a boyfriend? You're very pretty."
Cindi's heart pounded while her need bunched in her pussy again. She had to say it! "Oh, John. I want you to fuck me!"
For a long time her father stood frozen. Then a deep sound of anguish came from his throat. "No, Cindi. No!"
"Oh, please. Just once!" she whispered. "It would be a deep, dark secret. I'm big enough and old enough."
John's hands seized his daughter's shoulders. How strong he was! Her clit erected as if it had not been touched for days. In the warm darkness, his overpowering virility and her awful craving nagging at her pussy again made her head whirl! She knew now what a wonderful big cock her father had!
"Honey, we'll talk it out tomorrow. Understand?" John said, his voice thick.
Cindi nodded. Her father's hands dropped, and she turned and ran toward the house.
John shuddered, his cock as hard as a rock. He had been out of his mind to fuck Ellen so close to the marriage bed! The terrible temptation to grab Cindi and mash her alluring young body against his had almost overwhelmed his senses. It wasn't enough to fuck his own sister! He craved his daughter, too! The taint of incest had been passed on to his daughter! What he had thought was merely a girlish affection was a whole lot more.
Fuck, no! he thought, climbing the steps. Never! I have to get her mind off me, no matter how badly I want to slip my prick in that fresh, young, dainty cunt! She's probably a virgin! I won't do it!
He almost wished now he had not heard Cindi out there on the balcony, with her jerky breathing and little gasp of delight. She had played her pussy to a climax and had seen the whole scene with Ellen. She had seen his stiff prick. The thought of his daughter staring at him and Ellen and climaxing over it was so damned provocative John's cock pulsed in his shorts. Damn! It wants some of that cunt! He was a fucking beast. Could he ever let it happen?
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, you look nice this morning, Ellen," Wendy smiled, sipping her orange juice and giving Ellen a searching appraisal.
"It must be the weather," Ellen said, the memory of the previous evening with John still warm in her thoughts. Like hell, she said to herself. One of those wild fuckouts with him, then a good sleep. It's better than vitamins. I woke up horny and I suppose I'll have to catch a couple this afternoon.
"I'm guessing you had a boyfriend in last night," Wendy giggled. She wore a robe that flattered her youthful figure and was gussied up with makeup on. She looked ravishing.
"You look pretty foxy yourself," Ellen smiled.
"Nothing like some good sex and then a long sleep," Wendy laughed. The two talked rather frankly about basics when young Cindi wasn't around. "John took Cindi down to the beach. They haven't had a day together for a while."
"Good," Ellen said. "Any special work you want done today, Wendy?"
"No. Relax a while. I feel like talking. That is a neat frock. You have a nice figure if you'd show it off a little."
"Well, thanks," Ellen said. The night before, during a brief rest, John had told her she didn't have to dress so conservatively around the house. He said Wendy had even mentioned it. "But I'm no spring chicken anymore."
"I've heard that some women aren't really a good lay till they're past thirty," Wendy giggled.
"That depends on the man a lot, I'd say," Ellen said. How true, how true!