'Are you going to tell him we got a little today?' Ellen said.
'Oh, let's keep that a secret, huh?' Wendy purred. 'When he goes out of town, we won't get lonesome.'
'You're so good to me!' Ellen breathed.
'Because you're such good fucking, honey.' She rolled away and looked at Ellen's soppy, swollen cunt. 'Blonde, huh? I'd let it show more. You sure have the complexion. Let's take a shower and have more goodies.'
CHAPTER FIVE
'I love this place,' Cindi bubbled, gazing along the curve of beach John had picked for their day together. He had driven north of Santa Barbara and found this uncluttered stretch of sand. Three girls were not too far away, working on their tans.
Cindi wore a short, striped beach robe over her mini-bikini, John had only his trunks on. He had brought an umbrella. A cold hamper held their lunch, but Cindi was hungry for more than food or scenery. She wanted sex. But her own father would never touch her. It was wrong, illegal, and forbidden! He had a new hot young wife-and Ellen too.
During the drive out, Cindi had let her robe drop open, and her father had kidded her about exposing so much of her body. She had wanted him to look and admire her so much that he would fool around with her at least a little. Her pussy already ached sweetly, and her nipples felt tender. It was almost agony being so close to him with that awful craving like a flame in her body.
'Well, what is this thing with Ellen?' she asked, sitting at his left on the blanket, her robe gone. 'I mean, I guess lots of married men have fun on the side.'
John looked out over the Pacific, a muscle knotting in his jaw. His strong, tanned body had never been so appealing, especially that lump in his trunks. The night before, after the scene near the garage apartment, Cindi had gone to her room and masturbated four times. The vision of her father's naked, swollen prick in Ellen's fingers had returned to haunt her. What a man!
'I'm glad you understand, honey,' he said. 'I knew Ellen long before I met Wendy. She's had a pretty rough life doing housework.'
'Well, why didn't you just live with her or marry her?' Cindi asked. 'I know she's older than you.'
'There's a problem I can't tell you, Cindi,' he said. 'But you shouldn't have peeped.'
'I'm real sorry about that, John,' she said. 'I'm not going to call you Daddy today or ever again!'
'Good,' he grinned. 'Now, for not running to Wendy with it, I owe you something. A new summer outfit, maybe?'
'No,' she said, her voice uneven. 'Can't you just pretend I'm your date? Just once?'
John trembled, his cock already puffing. The matter was finally out in the open, as he had known it would be sooner or later. All those times Cindi had paraded through the house-wearing almost nothing, boldly flirting when no one else was around, the way she had looked at him, at his groin-were surfacing at last. It was the old family blood lust. John had yielded to his sister, but this was impossible!
'No, Cindi.' His voice was choked. 'You're prettier and sexier than hell, but it can't be.' He looked at the sweet, high cones of her titties in the mini-halter, the clean long legs, her cute little ass, her pretty face-but he was afraid. He might have to call the outing off.
'You said you owed me,' Cindi giggled, her shoulder touching his. Her young-girl aroma shook her father's senses. No perfume in the world could match the fragrance of dainty, young cunt. His mouth watered.
'You'd better hit the water and cool down,' he muttered.
'Well, if you won't, I will,' she giggled. She reached her right hand to her pussy curve. 'It's really itchy!'
John's senses whirled. His teenage daughter was offering to play with herself right in front of him! The three girls nearby had gone into the ocean for a swim, and the beach was vacant. He knew how easy it was for a girl to get hot if she was in the mood.
'I'll take a swim myself,' he muttered. 'Oh, hell. Let me see your big neat prick and that'll make it real heavy!'
'You little fox,' he laughed.
'Well, I saw it last night,' she giggled. 'It's so big and long.'
Oh, he wants it. I can see his cock swelling! Cindi thought, shivering. It can't be too bad if a father watches his daughter climax. I'll try to make a game out of it. We can't get too serious.
Before she could do much with her pussy, one of the girls waded out of the surf and wiggled nearer. She looked a little older than Cindi. In a string bikini clinging wetly to her body, almost everything showed. Her full tits made Cindi immediately envious. She was very dark, kind of oriental.
'Come on out and join us, stud,' the girl smiled. 'This chick looks too young for you.'
'She's my niece,' John said. He stood up and the girl whistled.
'Not bad yourself, baby,' John grinned. He glanced at Cindi. 'Be right back. Have a sandwich or something.'
'I'm Tina,' the girl giggled. She took John's arm and they walked toward the rolling surf. Cindi watched the dainty sway of her well-contoured ass and swore under her breath. Bold cunt! Chicks were always doing that with John, walking right up to him and laying it on. He didn't wear a wedding ring.
But he hadn't called her his daughter! That might mean something. A man could fuck his niece! John plunged into the water and swam out with the girl Tina. Her laughter said he was probably already getting some feels. Three pussies and one guy-it was almost obscene.
John was glad for the interruption. Let Cindi cool her pussy for a while. He was not so sure about his cock. Tina was already sliding her fingers over it, and he reached out to cup a resilient breast-all beneath the surface of the water.
John had run into this kind of California-type easy pussy a lot in the past few years-it was promiscuity for the hell of it-but never in broad daylight before. Usually, at parties where brokers saw there was plenty of young cunt available, he always wound up with two or more.
'This is Loo, and over here is Ann,' Tina laughed, nodding at the other two chicks. Ann was a big-titted blonde. Loo appeared to be half-Chinese and half-Caucasian. Tina had her hand inside John's trunks. 'And girls, he's got a monster.'
'We can't fuck in the water,' Ann giggled.
'We got the tent,' Loo purred, reaching inside his trunks, too. 'Jeeeesus!'
'If my niece wasn't here, I'd rent a motel room,' John grinned, putting his other hand to Ann's cunt. She hunched on his fingers.
'Niece my ass,' Loo giggled. 'You shouldn't take that young stuff out in public, stud. She couldn't possibly take all of this!'
It went on like that for a while. John was getting it up, and the girls were rubbing around on him. His prick was out now, and Loo ducked under the water to put his cockhead in her mouth. Ann rolled her naked tits on his right shoulder.
'You say you've got a tent?' John said to Tina.
'Right,' Tina purred. 'Loo can't hold her breath that long.'
'I'm a long way from getting it off, girls.'
Ann and Tina laughed. Loo released his prick and broke the surface, rolling her eyes. 'Salt water is the shits!'
They waded ashore and John watched them set up their nylon tent with a high pole in the center and stakes to hold the corners down. Ann had tossed her mini-halter under the umbrella. Her huge jugs swayed alluringly. John could see Cindi watching. He felt sorry for her.
In a moment, the girls were inside the tent. A breeze flapped one edge of the shimmery material. The three young women were already naked. John slid his trunks down, and the girls stared. Ann whistled.
'King Dong!' Tina gurgled. 'I get it first!'
A sudden gust of wind collapsed the flimsy tent, and John grabbed at Tina. He felt her drop and squirm her cunt at his cock, her legs winding around his ass. A section of the nylon covered her upper body, and he felt more
