Cindy got off Mr. Benson's lap and managed to sneak a look at his obscenely bulging fly before she walked over to the bed. Mrs. Benson had kicked off her shoes and was stretched out on one side of the bed. She patted the place beside her, and Cindy obediently lay down, wondering what in Hell was going on. To complete the confusion, Mr. Benson removed his shoes and lay down on the other side other.
"You're such a pretty girl, Cindy," Helen purred. "No wonder Dan was turned on to you."
As she spoke, she slid Cindy's shirt up to her neck and uncovered her perfectly firm round tits. Cindy was so surprised, she didn't know what to do. Mrs. Benson cupped the tit closest to her and gently squeezed and molded it. It felt very nice. Then Mr. Benson put his big hot hand over the other tit. Breathing heavily, he squeezed the fistful of hot silky flesh.
"Yeah, my son's a pretty lucky guy," he growled.
If this was punishment, it was pretty strange. Cindy thought. The Bensons lay on either aide of her, eagerly playing with her tits and getting flushed in the face. It was as if they were both turned onto her or something. Cindy didn't know what to make of it, but she had to admit that it felt great to have her tender tits massaged like that.
"Let's take off your panties, too, dear," Helen purred. "George and I want to see all of you."
Cindy was too dazed to protest as Mrs. Benson deftly slipped off her panties and tossed them on the floor. Man and wife both gawked hungrily at her little blonde cunt. Then Mrs. Benson rubbed her free hand in the soft warm curls and pressed down, stimulating the pouting mound beneath. Cindy felt a crazy rush of horniness.
"Mmmmmm, so pretty," Helen said huskily. "I bet your pussy is pretty, too."
She gently eased Cindy's legs apart and bent her knees. Cindy felt hypnotized by the woman's soothing touch and by the whole kinky exciting scene. Her moist pink slit exposed, she felt Helen's hand slip into her crotch. She took Cindy's swollen little clit between her thumb and forefinger and started to knead it expertly, and Cindy gasped with pleasure.
"Ooooooo!" she squealed.
"Yes, that feels nice, doesn't it, dear?" Helen cooed.
It felt more than nice – it felt terrific. Helplessly gurgling, Cindy let her legs loll wide open as Helen frigged her horny little clit. She still wasn't sure just what was going on here or what the Bensons were up to, but right now it didn't matter. She only cared about the delicious sensations radiating from her clit.
Dizzily she saw Mr. Benson crawl around to kneel between her hugely splayed thighs. He was red with arousal, licking his lips, and gawking hungrily at her blonde-fringed cunt. He reached out and wedged one stiff stubby finger into the molten pit of her cunt. Cindy felt a rush of excitement, and the muscular ring of her pussy gripped and tugged at his big fingertip.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Mr. Benson was slowly plowing his thick finger up her cunt. As she took the stiff meat, she shivered with pleasure and soaked his finger with a helpless flood of hot pussy juice. He shoved his finger right to the last knuckle in her seething little cunt, then started finger-fucking her. All the time, Mrs. Benson was kneading her clit deliciously.
"Oh, wow, it feels so good!" Cindy moaned.
Stuffing his finger in and out of the girl's gripping wet fuck-hole, George said hoarsely, "Jesus, her pussy's tight!"
"You'd like some of that, wouldn't you, darling?" Helen grinned. "Well, so would I. But let's get her off first. She is our guest, after all."
"Right," he chuckled.
They both speeded up their frigging, Helen rolling Cindy's swollen throbbing clit swiftly and roughly between her fingers, George cramming his stiff stubby finger furiously in and out of her hotly aroused cunt. Cindy shrieked with pleasure and soaked both their hands with overflowing pussy cream. It was a delicious sensation to have her clit and cunt frigged at the same time.
"Ahhhhhhh, so fuckin' good!" she wailed. "Keep doing it to me! Don't stop!"
She had one more dizzy look at the Bensons. The good-looking middle-aged couple was flushed with horny excitement and licking their lips as they worked on her, their eyes focused hotly on her swollen creaming pussy slit. Then Cindy screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy as she felt a powerful climax explode deep in her cunt.
"Unnnhhhh! I'm coming!" she howled.
The Bensons watched hungrily as the petite teenager moaned and writhed. Helen felt her clit throbbing and squirting between her fingers, and George felt her cunt gripping and squeezing his deeply lodged finger. They went on frigging her, intensifying her sensations, till at last she slumped down limp and gaping.
Cindy felt their hands leaving her pussy, felt the bed jiggling, and she opened her eyes and saw that the Bensons were taking off their clothes. Like that night she'd spied on the Bensons, she didn't know where to look. George's powerful hairy body excited her, but so did Helen's slim curvy figure. Her eyes darted back and forth in hot curiosity.
Helen Benson had kind of small tits, the size of apples, but they were high-riding, firm and very pretty. Her little red nipples were rigid with arousal. As she slipped off her panties, Cindy saw her bush, a dainty puff of reddish curls almost the same color as the hair on her head. She felt a wild urge to touch that curly little muff.
She glanced at George, who was just skinning out of his shorts. Her eyes widened – the guy was really hung. His huge hard cock looked to be almost eight inches long and menacingly thick, and his black-furred balls looked the size of baseballs. Even though she'd just come, Cindy felt suddenly achingly horny again.
The Bensons, naked, lay down on either side of her again, and Mrs. Benson kissed her hotly on the mouth. Her lips were smooth and juicy, and Cindy really got off on it, especially when Helen tickled her slick little tongue into her mouth. Then Helen drew back and looked at her with glowing lusty eyes.
"Don't be nervous, dear," she purred. "George and I do this kind of thing now and then. It's called swinging."
"But of course you won't tell anybody about it," George added, "since we're not going to tell your folks about you and Dan."
"Oh, for sure," Cindy said. "It's a deal. But you mean you both make it with the same person?"
"Or persons," Helen grinned.
"Far out!" Cindy cried.
This was a kind of fun she'd never thought of before, and she was eager to see just how the Bensons did it. They started out slowly and sensuously, Helen fondling and licking Cindy's tits while George slipped his hand into the girl's crotch and caressed her pussy. Cindy shivered and gurgled with pleasure as she felt both ends of her body deliciously stimulated. She quickly saw the advantage of making it with more than one person at a time.
"You know, dear," Helen grinned, "the moment we saw you making it with Dan, we knew we just had to get you into our bed."
"Right," George said, "that was some turn-on. You kids were really fucking up a storm."
"How long did you watch us?" Cindy giggled.
"Long enough," Helen panted diving for her nipple.
She sucked in the soft pink cone and tugged and stretched it with her firm lips, and Cindy gave a squeal of excitement. Her aroused nipple soon went long and stiff between Helen's sucking lip. Meanwhile, George was massaging her swollen cunt all over, working from her horny clit down to her sensitive shitter and back again.
"Uhhhhh, fantastic!" Cindy moaned.
Helen gave the same treatment to her other nipple, sucking it till it was stiff and heavily throbbing. George was easing her legs open, and Cindy eagerly cooperated, letting him spread and bend her legs till her creaming pink pussy was fully exposed. He wedged his thick middle finger into her cunt and quickly shoved it to the hilt in her steaming little hole. Cindy met the thrust with a hungry downward jerk of her pussy.
"Unnngghhh, yeah, it. Benson!" she panted. "Stick your finger in meeee!"