nylon tangle around him. The other two girls were squealing excitedly. There was a hell of a tangle of arms and legs, and suddenly his cock was in a soft, warm, sucking mouth.
Cindi shook with terrible envy. She knew those cheap chicks had played with her father's cock out in the water; then the blonde had removed her halter entirely. Now they were rolling around under that tent like a bunch of snakes! The outline of a girlish ass was rising and falling. There were loud giggles, and a bare leg was sticking out. It was beastly!
'Ohhhh!' came piercingly from one girl. 'I got it in!'
More girlish laughter. It looked as if one chick was topping John and the other two were fucking each other. Cindi wanted to run over and lift the nylon tent to see for herself. Instant sex like this was, to her, like opening a cereal box and getting a table-top fuck for breakfast! It was cheap and awful!
Cindi grabbed her handbag, put on her sandals, and ran along the beach toward the trail that led upward to the parking space where John's car was. She moved into the front seat, and shuddered. There was only one thing to do: play with her pussy again. The scene had turned her on in spite of everything!
He'll probably fuck all three of them, she thought. One right after the other. After all that he won't want me! But I have to have a come. I need it real bad. Those filthy sluts!
Cindi ran her hand down to her panties and held her burning cunt. Then she began to hunch on her fingers. Ohhh, it felt so good! There was no need to take the bikini panties off. A few quick squeezes would bring her pussy fun. The thought of John getting all that new cunt while hers was just aching for his cock made her want to scream with frustration. One laughing remark from one of the girls burned in her mind-'She couldn't take all of this.'
'I bet I could and I bet I will!' Cindi said aloud. Men like a snug pussy. Her father could force his prick in somehow, break her maidenhead, and fuck her for hours. But she wouldn't want instant cock. She'd want a lot of fooling around and teasing and deep kissing before, with his hand on her titties the way he had coaxed the pleasure from Ellen.
John was beginning to enjoy himself. Tina had gotten the pole back up in the center of the tent, and the wind had died down. Ann was on top of John, riding his prick, and Loo and Tina were in a sixty-nine watching the blonde fuck.
'Ohhh, that's so much cock!' Ann breathed, urging her jugs more firmly into John's cupping hands. Her nipples were hardening, and her face was flushing.
'Break one, baby,' John grinned.
Tina lifted her head from between Loo's outspread thighs, her mouth wet with girl-juice. 'Yeahhh, we don't want to get off this way. Hurry it up, honey.'
'Well, turn around and fuck right,' Ann laughed.
Loo squirmed free and switched her body around. Her plump thighs were an inviting vee. Tina crawled between them, and their cunts joined. But they both were still watching Ann. The blonde stroked faster, her fine rich thighs tensed against John's ribs.
'Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm gettin' it!' Ann gasped.
'Go! Go!' Tina giggled, hunching down and 'Come on and fuck!' Loo whined, her Oriental face twisting. Her legs drew back farther, and she began to up hunch.
Ann went into her come humps. John squeezed her tits and tensed his meat, lifting his hips. The blonde's squishy cunt jiggled. A light shiver possessed her ripe young body as she squealed. A few faint cuntal twitches, some very good strokes, and then she tipped forward. John drew his hands from Ann's jugs as she flattened them to his chest and pumped out her goodies.
'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
