had been turned on by seeing and holding Carl's prick, watching it belch a white stream of jism.
Dotti spread her thighs, and Cindi realized she was taking over; the cuddly brunette was the 'girl.' Cindi glued her moist, panty-covered pussy to Dotti's cunt and hunched swiftly. It wasn't like kissing Carl and feeling his cock, but it held a lot of promise for future thrills.
Alone with Dotti, she was not even sure she could come. But the day had been so full of shocks and surprises, she could believe almost anything. Dotti felt so smooth and voluptuous. She was really pushing her cunt out; the feel of two pussies sliding together, even covered, was bringing up Cindi's clit again.
Carl pumped his prick a few times and stepped out of the can. Somehow, he had to get his stinger in that long-legged blonde. At school, she didn't mingle, was always alone, acting as if she was too good for the studs. Al Hood hadn't got it, and he was considered pretty smooth with a pussy.
Dotti pulled out of Cindi's embrace and looked at Carl. Her dark eyes fastened on his prick as she wiggled over in front of him.
'We never did suck it, hot stuff,' she cooed, reaching for his cock.
'I want to fuck,' he grinned. 'How about you, Cindi?'
'I don't fuck,' she said, easing backward into a chair. 'You two go ahead. I didn't get a very good look last night.'
He wanted to tell her to go screw herself, but some of the best lookers were always hardest to make out with. She sure loved kissing and tit play, though. Maybe if she watched him dump a load in Dotti she would take those creamed panties off and spread out for him. Most of them only said they wouldn't fuck to start with.
Cindi was trying to act very cool about all this, but Carl's prick was looking better and better. Here was an available cock, and John's wasn't. Saving herself for her father seemed more ridiculous every moment; he wouldn't give in, no matter what. Dotti had fun with the guys because she put out. It was as simple as that.
I'll talk to Ellen about getting on the pill, Cindi thought. Then I can fuck raw cock! It should feel a lot better than taking it with one of those rubbers. I had my hand on Carl's prick, and now I need it in me!
Dotti lowered her panties and slid onto the bed, her thighs wide open. Carl picked up his pants, took out his box of rubbers, drew one from the container, and peeled it down over his rigid prick. The sheath was so very thin his cock looked almost natural. Cindi felt more juice leaking into her panties.
'Get your ass over on the bed and I'll give you some of this, too, baby,' he grinned, arching his hips at her.
'Come on, honey!' Dotti gurgled. 'It feels real good in there.'
Cindi shook her head, not trusting her voice. Carl shrugged, moved to the bed, and crawled between Dotti's outspread legs. His head lowered to her tit, and he drew a nipple in his lips to suck it. Dotti cooed, running her fingers through his long, wavy hair.
'He likes my tits,' Dotti giggled, gazing over at Cindi. 'At least take off your panties so we can see your pussy.'
Oh, they're laying it on me! Cindi thought. Like last night, she's so casual about it. It's almost like she was having a Coke with a guy. I want it to be special when a guy humps his prick into me!
Dotti arched up one tittie and then the other. It was real neat having her nipples kissed right in front of Cindi. She had Cindi beat in that department, anyway. Plenty of chicks were after Carl. He could have just about his pick at school, and even Helene liked him. She said it was okay to go steady with Carl. Her Mom knew what that meant- putting out.
It was kind of funny about Helene and Carl. The previous week when he had dropped by to see Dotti, she had been in the johnny, and Helene had met him at the door. When Dotti had finally appeared, she could swear she had interrupted something, because Carl had a kind of flustered look on his face.
The thought of her mother playing games with a guy young enough to be her son was weird. Helene had no steady, though. Her eyes sure lit up when she talked about John Allison, Cindi's dad. Well, Helene was only thirty- seven. She got her share of cock when she went out two or three nights a week.
'You gonna play with your pussy, Cindi?' Dotti giggled.
'No!' Cindi exclaimed. Her cheeks were flushed.
'Get over here and I'll do it,' Dotti laughed. 'On his second shot, Carl takes a long time!'
Cindi was frantic. Dotti was a bitch, like those three twats on the beach, about to take a cock and still chattering, acting real with-it. 'Second shot' indeed! Cindi did want Dotti to fondle her pussy. There was no question about that. The sweet urgency in her loins was turning into a hard ache.
Suddenly, Carl was putting his prick into Dotti's cunt. The brunette reached down to steer it, her plump thighs spread farther, and Cindi watched the sheathed cock ooze slowly into the up-tilted cunt. What a sight! There had been too many shadows the previous evening. Now she was able to view the whole thing in intimate detail. Dotti uttered a little gasp of delight.
'Uhhhh!' Carl muttered, hunching down and in. His chest lowered to Dotti's titties, and she grabbed him around the shoulders as he began to fuck.
'Is it good cunt, honey?' Dotti gurgled.
'Yeahh!' he said, his voice strained. The movements of Carl's ass, the basic coital thrusts, and the expression of animal lust on his face all said he was much more excited than Dotti. He was not going to squirt on her tits this time. He had it in her and would shoot it there.
'Ohh, it's real big, stud!' Dotti breathed, finally showing some interest. Her thighs pulled back farther, as if she were trying to take more of his cock-a repeat of the night before but more stimulating, Cindi thought. She had seen and heard so much since then: peeping at John and Ellen, the picnic with her father, and all that scrambling around inside the girls' tent. The inside of Cindi's brain seemed to be filled with the image of John's huge, dark, thick cock. This was just another agonizing peep show, more vivid than the others.
In spite of her resolve not to, she seized her panty-hugged pussy and started thrusting her hips on her hand. Her clit was a hot dagger of need. She had to finish! Cindi's left hand flew to her tingly titties. She cupped the left one and felt the burning lift of her passion. Her head whirled. The scene in front of her dimmed, and all that mattered was the surging pulses of fun shooting through her clit!
Cindi heard the chair creaking with her efforts. Her thighs jerked, and her titties pushed way forward. She could hear her far-away cry of victory! It was more than fun that was leaping from her cunt! It was just about the heaviest climax of her life! The luscious pangs were so damned good they hurt her tender pussy flesh! She had waited so long-too long.
Look at that blonde get her goodies! Dotti thought, enviously. I figured she was putting me on a while ago, on the sofa, but not anymore. She's fucking her hand like it was a prick! Carl'll sure be after that cunt!
Carl moaned and started hunching faster. The scene was turning him on. And no wonder! It was also heating Dotti. The drive of his rigid prick felt sweeter than it ever had. The night before, after Cindi's sudden departure, Dotti had made it only once, even though Carl had used up three rubbers.
'Ohhh, I'm making it, I'm getting off!' Dotti panted.
Carl shuddered and went into his short strokes.
The hard, busy drives were groovy, feeling a prick puff and throb in her pussy proved how appealing Dotti was. She was not going to let Cindi take Carl away from her! Carl was also making it!
'Ughhhh! Fuuuuuck!' he moaned, jolting in so hard Dotti's ass slipped along the bedspread.
'Ohhhh, I'm coming!' Dotti cried. The tingles were good. Sometimes she had to fool around with her pussy for half an hour or more to make it come. She could not understand how Cindi could get hers off twice in a row. Older women could, she knew, because she had overheard Helene tell a woman friend one day that three orgasms were just starters for her.
Carl finished with shudders and moans, breathing like a steam engine. Dotti panted fast, too. She looked over at Cindi. Her blonde friend was recovering, slumped in the chair like a rag doll, her hips still shifting.
Suddenly, Cindi's eyes opened. She flushed and leaped from the chair. Grabbing up her halter and shorts, she ran from the bedroom.
Helene Fancher was bored stiff. Driving around the city had not produced anything interesting. She had not had a good fuck for a week, and one of her now-and-then dates was out of town. She had stopped in one cocktail
