a modern hairdo, Cindi thought Ellen would be quite attractive-especially with snug-fitting pants and a blouse to show off her boobs. For her age, she had a lot going for her.
Her pussy aching, Cindi paused in the warm darkness and heard a pleased, girlish giggle, then a man's soft laugh. She froze in her tracks. It was John's voice. Incredible! He could be just visiting, talking business. But it was a funny hour of the evening for that. He had enjoyed his new young wife for a couple of hours that afternoon, but maybe he needed more fucking!
Shivering, Cindi moved to the stairway that led up to the apartment. Carefully she approached the entrance way and placed her ear against the door.
'It might have to be a quickie tonight, Ellen,' John was saying.
'It is awfully risky,' came Ellen's answer. 'But I sure need you, darling. It's been over a week!'
'Well, Wendy's asleep, and Cindi's over spending the night with Dotti,' he chuckled. 'That's a really sexy outfit, baby.'
'I bought it just for you. Your cock looks so beautiful!'
Oh, I want to hate Ellen, but I can't! Cindi thought, shuddering. She's so friendly and nice to me, and I'm certain she knows I play with my pussy. But I'm sure she doesn't realize how I crave my own father. In one way I'm glad he is fucking her! I bet she can take a lot of it. I wish I could see his cock!
'Ohhhhhh!' came the sound from the apartment. 'Ohhh, my God! Here it comes!'
The quality of Ellen's voice, the intensity of her cry of delight, was the most stimulating sound Cindi had ever heard. Wendy had fun with him, but Ellen seemed to go utterly apeshit! Her loud, jerky sounds of satisfaction were far out. She really loved her goodies. And John was just the kind of stud to fully appreciate it.
Quaking with need, her pussy swollen, her bikini panty slick with girl juice, Cindi suddenly remembered that a narrow balcony ran around the apartment above the garage. If she crept along there, she might be able to see what they were doing. They had not entered the bedroom that was at the far end of the quarters and were still playing around in the living room.
She moved cautiously to her right on the balcony and sneaked to the nearest lighted window. It was raised, which had let her hear the first sounds. Now she saw that the drapes were not quite fully drawn. Heart thumping, Cindi slipped over to the peephole and looked in.
Wow! She was able to view the whole thing. They were sitting on a sofa, facing the window. John's left arm was around Ellen's waist. His right hand was on her tits, while his trousers were unzipped and the huge dark pillar of his sex stood so high Cindi nearly cried out! It was a monster of a cock! Ellen's right hand was holding it. The look of sexual greed on her flushed face was almost startling. Her outfit was sexier than hell.
Ellen's light-red hair, usually wound tightly to her head, now flowed down over her shoulders. Her full mouth was made up in flame red, and her bra had openings in the cups so the points stuck out, bare and puffed. A matching pair of sheer bikini panties, black and purple trimmed, adorned her cunt. She wore black-net stockings and silvery high-heeled sandals. In fact, she didn't even look like Ellen. But it was unmistakably her, and she was utterly beautiful! Her excited nipples, circled by wide pink aureoles, were an inch long and very thick. Her tits stuck out nearly a foot!
'I like those tittie-play comes,' John chuckled, hefting her right breast lovingly. His fingers were sure and bold.
'When I hold your cock and you play with my boobs, I just gotta come!' Ellen giggled, arching her breasts out even farther. 'Just think, this is our first fun in this apartment.'
'I'm sorry as hell about missing yesterday,' he smiled. 'I was out of town, and I got at Wendy early on purpose. She got off two more times after dinner, and that did it. Now she'll sleep till ten in the morning.'
'Is she turning into a pretty good fuck, darling?' Ellen giggled, her fine rich thighs spreading as she teased his prickhead. A batch of clear juice oozed out on his knob. Then Cindi realized why his penis looked different from those she had seen in girlie magazines. He still had a foreskin, and it was real tight around his knob.
'Improving,' he grinned. 'But nobody can fuck like you-or come off as many times.'
'I wish we didn't have to sneak it in,' she breathed, working her hips in coital thrusts. 'It's awful, waiting a whole week. If we could move far away someplace and I could pretend to be your wife or your mistress…'
'Yeah. But we still know, don't we?'
Ellen nodded, biting her lip. 'I'm a lot older than you, too. Oh, hell! And I know you like a book. Men want young pussy.'
John laughed. 'Remember what we promised? No looking back. I know things have changed a lot the past twenty years or so, and our age difference isn't all that much. Let me work on it, sweetie. But I needed Wendy's money. I've got the brokerage in high gear now. I'll think things over.'
'I've told you I understand about Wendy. I like her. A man should marry for advantage, even if I get jealous as hell. Then there's young Cindi. You know she's just crazy about you.'
'Ah, that's just kid stuff,' he answered, frowning.
'Well, I hope so!' Ellen breathed, clutching his cock as if she owned it. 'If she ever found out…'
'Hey, forget that,' John said. He reached for her other huge breast. 'We've been over this before.'
'Oh, if we could be really together!' Ellen gasped, watching his fingers caress her nipple.
'You'd fuck me dry,' he chuckled. 'Come on. Let's get all this good fun while we can.'
I wish I knew what the hell they were talking about, Cindi thought, her right hand slipping down to her flaming pussy. All I want is right there in Ellen's fingers! If he ever gets all that prick in me, I'll pass out! I wonder how many times she does come.
John began kissing Ellen on the mouth while his hand slipped down her tummy to her crotch, pressing the thin, see-through panties. Ellen moaned. Her fingers sliding up and down on his cock, she hunched slowly. John wasn't even undressed yet. This was just the preliminaries. Her hip lifts quickened, and then she rested a few seconds, only to start again. She was working up to her next orgasm. Cindi knew how good that felt. If you toy the thrills right up to the peak and then stop before going off, it made the finish a lot better!
Cindi was in a frenzy. Seeing was so much sexier than just listening. She was crouched on her knees and spread them a little to fit her hand inside her bikini panties on her soaked, tender cunt. She was past delaying her fun. Watching Dotti take Carl's prick and seeing him get off and now this scene was like touching a match to a bomb fuse. After a few hand wiggles, her clit hardened, and she felt the first ardent lances of her climax.
Bingo!
The aching burden of Cindi's need exploded violently. Her whole pelvis was going off. Offff! OFFFF! It was not just her clit. It was a gripping kind of spasm like nothing she had ever felt before. Every nerve in her body twitched voluptuously. It was going on and on and on! The mouth of her pussy was alive, grabbing at her hand. It was the best climax of her entire life!
Leaning back on the balcony railing, Cindi's hips thrust on her fingers. The goodies flooded from her cunt, followed by twinges of relief so sharp and sweet she could not believe them! Thank heaven the building was solidly constructed! She was like a writhing snake, lusting on her hand in a daze of pure sex.
Now Ellen was getting hers. The quick, lusty bucking of her ass, the twist of her face, her heaving tits and quaking legs showed Cindi how a mature woman enjoyed teasing and play with everything she had. Ellen's mouth broke free, and her right hand shot down to cover John's. She lunged at the two hands with her busy cunt.
'Oh, oh, ohhhh! Ohhhh! I'm coming HARD!' she wailed fiercely. 'Ohhh! John, ohhhhhh!'
Cindi caught her breath, sagged against the railing, and feasted her senses on the erotic vision. She was so filled with envy that she felt tears forming in her eyes. It just was not fair! Her father was cheating on Wendy, and Ellen didn't have to get all of it. And every week, from the way it sounded.
My own father can give me some of that, too! she thought. I wouldn't ever tell. Nobody would have to know. I'm going to ask him tomorrow. I've waited for his cock long enough! I don't care how wrong it is!
'Ohhh, you devil!' Ellen breathed, falling back softly on the sofa and panting jerkily. Her fingers returned to John's wet-headed cock, and her fingertips fluttered lovingly up and down its tumid shaft. The look of adoration filled Cindi with more bittersweet envy.
'Terrific,' John grinned, doodling with Ellen's beautiful tits again. How long, pink, and sexy her nipples were. The crotch of her panties was soaked with woman goo.
'Oh, it gets better every time, darling!' Ellen giggled. 'Can I please suck it now?'
'I think I'd rather go in the bedroom and fuck,' he smiled. 'You go freshen up and I'll undress.'
'I know,' she gurgled, looking down at her panties. 'I sure do get wet.'
