The hell of it was, not one guy she knew interested her that much. She compared them all with her father, and they always came out losers. Maybe she masturbated too much. But the experts said that wasn't possible; the nerves would backfire when a person overdid it. Oh, this sex business was so damned confusing!
But she did need at least one more. In some ways, having her fun in her own familiar room was better. She could relax and not worry about the bed sounds. Cindi could even turn on her stereo and squeal a little when the goodies came. Fingers inside the bikini panty, she slid the halter from her titties and closed her eyes. She had a very favorite fantasy about herself and John, but of course he was not her father when the dream pleasure happened…
They were at a resort in the mountains, and she was his child bride. It was their wedding night, and all during the drive through the timber he had been playing with his hand between her legs and pressing her titties. Now they were in a luxurious bedroom. He was removing her clothes, kissing her, and feeling her excited body. He would be about thirty and she would be eighteen, still a virgin.
She would change into a fancy black thin wrapper. They would be on the bed, and he would still be wearing a robe. But now her fingers were inside it. She was holding his swelling cock, and he was fondling her itchy pussy. As his prick appeared, she gasped at the size of it, dizzy with love and longing.
Now they were kissing, his tongue diving into her eager mouth, his hand coaxing thrill after thrill from her clitoris. Oh, it went on and on! Then he kissed her nipples and made them very hard. She started to climax! She squealed and kicked her legs. The stabs of her fun were the best she had ever known.
After she finished, he would begin kissing her all over, down between her legs, on her cunt, and very carefully he would make her climax again! How she adored having his mouth there. More fondling and fooling and a lot of sexy conversation, then the big moment. He would crawl over her, between her legs. His huge, wonderful prickhead would gently spread the tender petals of her cunt, and would ooze skillfully deeper, farther. She would squeal as her maidenhead tore. Just as his big hot penis drove all the way in, she would climax violently!…
The vision faded. Cindi was back in her room again. Her clit was ready, so she eased the panties lower to the little girl-tip between her fingers. She hunched her ass, felt the dreamy nuances grab her loins, and then her clitoris tensed and throbbed. She yelled! It was almost the very best climax she had ever had in her whole life.
CHAPTER TWO
Ellen Wood held her ear against Cindi's bedroom door. Hearing the girlish moan of joy, she shivered. The cute, leggy blonde played with herself every day, and it was not just one climax-sometimes two or three. Ellen was certain who Cindi dreamed about when she had her goodies: her own handsome, virile father, John.
'Ohhh, ohhh!' came Cindi's faint cries as the bed jiggled.
I can't blame her, Ellen thought, moving quickly away and down the carpeted stair to the living room, because that awful taint of incest is strong in me, too. I'm not John's distant cousin, I'm his older sister. Only he and I will ever know it! We've kept it a deep, dark secret all these years, and it's going to stay that way.
It had started on the family farm in Montana when she was a young woman and John was several years younger-an eighteen year old. He was already terribly handsome and a regular heller with the girls. She had slipped out to the barn that spring afternoon, knowing very well what John was up to, but she wanted to see it.
Sure enough, he was in the tack room, sitting on a bale of hay pushed against one wall, a girlie magazine opened at his right on another hay bale. Ellen had crept up very cautiously to the peephole crack in the board siding. As he leafed through the magazine and unfastened his Levi pants, the promise of that lump in his pants was graphically fulfilled. He had a tremendous cock!
Oh, it was at least nine inches long, very thick and beautifully knobbed-the sexiest cock she had ever seen! He had not been circumcised; she already knew that, because she had helped care for him when he was just a baby. But since then his penis had grown the way he had grown. He was all man. Her husband's cock was a mere spike compared with this beautiful phallus.
After two years of marriage to Earl Wood, she was already disgusted. He was thirteen years older than she and a fairly successful farmer but a real flop in the bedroom. He was a fumbler and a quick shooter. The only times she could come with him at all was when he was drunk and slow to climax. They had no children, there being a defect in her tubes.
Ellen had dropped over to the family home for a visit, but Henry and Alta had gone to town. She had talked a while with John, and had even climbed into the pickup to leave when she had seen John head for the barn. She knew he had started masturbating, because she had seen some of the jism spots on his sheets. Boys will be boys.
Girls will be girls, too, because Ellen had begun her self-relief program even earlier. A horseback ride one spring day had started her pussy tingling. She had crept into a knot of willows and made her big discovery. Girls raised on a ranch with livestock around learned early on what sex was all about-or at least the bare essentials.
Henry and Alta had done a lot of fucking in those days, too. The farmhouse was not well insulated inside, and the thump of bedroom furniture happened at least twice a week. She had lived away from home for two years now, though. She kind of missed all those noises; Alta's wails when she climaxed, then after she had had four or five, Henry would get his.
Peering into the tack room at her younger brother now and watching him open his legs and start to fondle his huge, thick, long cock, she knew she had to have some of it. Oh, it was as wrong as hell. It was evil and forbidden. But in ways known only to her, it made the prospect even more exciting.
It was going on around Elster, the nearest town. A certain amount of inbreeding had happened over about three generations. She knew one lusty widow who was servicing her rather dim-witted son, and several cases of brother-and-sister sex were not very well concealed. Everybody in town knew it, but no one did anything about it. One wealthy old fucker was humping his two plump young daughters, and the stories said they all climbed in the same bed together.
But the Allison's considered themselves above all that, even though Ellen had secretly lusted for John since she had found those dried gobs of semen on his bed sheets. Sniffing them had turned her on so fast she had rushed to her room and masturbated furiously. She had thought the marriage to Earl would defuse her craving. But not so! Every time she came home to visit, she felt that evil fascination.
'Uhhhh!' John said, his right hand moving faster on his cock. A bubble of clear juice appeared on the purplish glands, framed appealingly by his taut foreskin. He spread the slickum around his cockhead and peeled the foreskin down. Ellen almost gasped, her cunt already wet and itchy.
That thing was three inches thick if it was anything! He stared at the fold out, held his shaft firmly, and tensed the glands. The glistening emblem of his virility made her hips curl inward toward the side of the shed. Her bra felt too snug, and her clitoris was as hard as John's prick! It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
'Cuuuuunt!' he murmured, fondling his prick again. 'I need cuuuuunt.'
The word was like a physical stab in Ellen's own cunt. She suddenly recalled her last visit to the doctor, a new one in Elster. After the usual insulting pelvic examination, he had peered up in her vagina and said something very odd.
'You are married, Mrs. Wood?'
'Of course,' she answered dryly.
