Hurrying home, she rushed upstairs to the bathroom in the hallway and locked the door behind her. Lowering her shorts and panties, she looked at her fuzzy girl-thing with more interest. Older people did it. Dogs did it. She could do it, too! What girls weren't supposed to touch, what was always hidden, like her sweetly budding breasts, had to feel good-or people wouldn't make such a fuss about it.
A girl was supposed to wait till she was married to learn about sex. But that was ages away. Cindi had just read a very explicit book her father had brought home and hidden away, but she had found it. The Joy of Sex. Really coool! In some countries, girls her age were already fucking. There was a whole chapter on masturbation.
She explored the little slit, fooled around the opening, and then almost by accident she touched the spot where the bicycle seat had rubbed. Tingle, tingle! Yes, that was it. A tiny rise of flesh was there, and it started to swell as she teased around it. Heavvvvvy!-the clitoris, the female 'cock.' Cindi rubbed it gently, and more zingy thrills rewarded her.
She might be cheating the guy she would marry but the one she was nuts about could never touch her there. He was her own father! She simply had to find out about this climax bit. It was supposed to be the total end in fleshy sensation. And it sure felt dreamy so far! Nobody would ever have to know!
She spread her legs farther, angled her crotch higher, and worked her fingers faster. Ohhhhh! That flesh tip was becoming more sensitive, kind of stiffening-the way she knew a man's prick did before coitus. Wow! The tingles began to happen closer together. She found the very right area to touch, just on each side of the clitoris, using two fingers, with the nub between them. She began to work her hips like the man had-a fucking motion. This might be wrong, but it sure couldn't be too wrong, because it felt too delicious!
Cindi suddenly imagined John, her father, was holding her and kissing her and playing with her pussy, just this way. Very slowly, as she wiggled her fingers very fast, the tingles sharpened. A kind of twitching ran up her legs, her breasts arched out, and her left hand lifted to them. Then she reached her peak!
She yelped out, wiggled her ass till the toilet seat creaked, and the pulsing in her crotch, a kind of sweet gathering and flowing, invaded her nerves and senses like a honeyed stab right in her cunt. Ohhhh! It was so damned wonderful she almost cried her joy again! In her wild fantasy her father had made her climax…
Now, with Wendy and John doing their thing in the next room, Cindi could look back and see how kiddish her first orgasm had been. Really, it had not been all that great. It was only the first. And the event had started her reaching and playing for better ones. Once she was sure she could make it, she began to drag it out more, trying not to hurry to the crest.
Her clitoris had developed, and her titties had filled out. Her ass had turned round and pretty. She had begun having periods, and some days, when she was really turned on after a romantic movie or listening to a couple fuck, she could climax three or four times! The only trouble was, very often her wrist got so sore she had to stop. Nothing was better than coming!
'Ohhhh, yes!' came Wendy's excited laugh. 'Get it in me, honey!'
'Climb up on, baby, fuck me, 'John chuckled.
Cindi was sure she would be good on top, once she learned how to take cock. Several illustrations of a girl astraddle in her father's book gave her tingles. That way the guy could fondle the girl's titties and see her better. Cindi had a pretty face, a nice full mouth, and big blue eyes plus long blonde hair. She was even thinking about going to a modeling school in the summer.
Now the bed next door began to sigh. Their words were not as clear as before. His prick was way up in her. They were finally screwing. Cindi could picture her beautiful young stepmother rocking her ass, pushing her shapely tits out for her father's delectation. The pleased giggles were so vivid!
She's getting what I want more than anything, Cindi thought, shivering. I'm so jealous I could scream! Oh, my elk's really hard, I gotta have one! Wendy'll play around on him a while before she comes. Watching them out in the pool got to me. I sure wish I could watch them fuck!
Cindi had even considered hiding in the large closet of the master bedroom when she knew they were going to get a little, but that would be too risky. This was bad enough. If John ever even suspected she listened to them, he would be really mad. When they went downstairs for dinner, she would go in the boudoir and sniff the sheets, breathe the rich aroma of his semen.
She often wondered what Ellen Wood thought when she changed the bed and saw the stains on the pillows and the expensive satin sheets. Maybe she got excited, too. Ellen was really quite attractive, and she apparently had no man friend. She had her own small apartment above the triple-sized garage. Ellen admired John. Anybody could see that.
When he had played the field before marrying Wendy, he had seemed to prefer younger girls. Cindi had seen him downtown one day with a girl not much over nineteen. Surely he would not be patting Ellen on the ass! There were times, though, when Wendy wasn't around, when Ellen acted more like his wife than a distant cousin doing housework.
Cindi moved her hand faster. The tingles sharpened sweetly. She heard the bed sounds quicken, then Wendy's familiar wail of girlish delight.
'Eeeee-ohhh-ohhh! Oh, John!'
'Come, baby, come!'he urged loudly.
She's going off on his prick, and I'm coming too! Cindi thought, feeling the tantalizing pangs of her need sweep up her legs to her clitoris. She's getting one sooner than usual. It must have been that finger fucking out in the pool! Ohhh, mine is really good! It's always better when I eavesdrop.
All of her pent-up longing for her father, all of her thoughts about him, simply shot from her girl-cock! Those sweet pulses were getting heavier each time she did her finger thing. Today was so heavenly she almost shouted. Now she held the heel of her palm on her clit and pressed her whole pussy, hunching up on it. Oh, those waves of relief!
Now, if she could just feel his prick throb in her cunt and know his squirt of jism was flooding her deeps! It was safe jism, too. He'd had one of those operations so he couldn't fix a girl. She had overheard him telling a man friend of his at a party. Somehow this sure knowledge made her more eager than ever.
Cindi softened, breathing hard, her left hand stroking her titties. They were growing a little, and she had heard that fondling them and exercising them helped development. A chick without a good set was clearly out of it. Her pink nipples were still kind of stiff and tingly; the feeling in them was improving. Someday, somehow, if John ever did fuck her, she wanted to be just the best he ever had! And pretty tits were so important.
She rested a moment, sighed, and crawled to her feet, returning to the dividing wall, the water glass again pressed tightly to her ear.
'Oh, I sure needed that, honey,' Wendy cooed. How smug and satisfied she sounded! The bitch!
'Gooood cuuuuunt,' John chuckled.
'Did I tighten it better this time?' she giggled.
'Hey, you're improving,' he laughed.
'Bastard,' she giggled. 'I didn't know I could till you asked me. Sure makes my pussy climax harder.'
Cindi staggered and left the wall, sinking into a chair, her legs weak. They had never talked about that. It was not even mentioned in the book. Her own cunt mouth kind of twitched a little when she went off, right when the goodies were the very best. But the idea of a girl moving her inner flesh around a cock was positively obscene!
The way Cindi understood it, the sliding was what a man loved, the pumping and poking. Now John expected his wife to clamp her vagina! Still, if she liked it too, if it made her climaxes better… Cindi realized suddenly that she really didn't know much about fucking at all! And it sounded like Wendy hadn't either till John had got his hands on her and his prick into her cunt.
Cindi had heard enough for one day. Hiding the water glass, she slipped her bikini back on and crept very quietly from the spare bedroom. Safely in her own room down the hallway, she fell backward on her bed and cupped her pussy mound again. She would not have to worry about that tightening stuff till she had a steady and got some practice.
