John smiled, and squeezed an alluring tit peak. Ellen patted his prick, wiggled to the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. Instantly, John moved to the living room door and went out swiftly. Cindi tried to stand. She staggered and caught at the balcony railing. Suddenly, John's big tall silhouette was right in front of her. She had been caught!
Her father took her arm, steered her to the steps that led down to the ground, and pushed her gently ahead of him. How horribly awful! He had heard her out there. He knew she had been peeping! Cindi was glad for the near darkness. She had never been so shamed and embarrassed in her life.
'Oh, I'm sorry,' she breathed, shaking all over.
'I really can't blame you,' he said, his voice thick and strange.
'I won't ever tell,' she whispered. She didn't want to call him Daddy. Not now! She knew he would never hurt her physically. She wanted to lurch at him and fasten her pussy mound to his cocklump!
'Someday I'll tell you how things are between me and Ellen,' he said, not touching her. 'You'd better run inside, honey. Why don't you find a boyfriend? You're very pretty.'
Cindi's heart pounded while her need bunched in her pussy again. She had to say it! 'Oh, John. I want you to fuck me!'
For a long time her father stood frozen. Then a deep sound of anguish came from his throat. 'No, Cindi. No!'
'Oh, please. Just once!' she whispered. 'It would be a deep, dark secret. I'm big enough and old enough.'
John's hands seized his daughter's shoulders. How strong he was! Her clit erected as if it had not been touched for days. In the warm darkness, his overpowering virility and her awful craving nagging at her pussy again made her head whirl! She knew now what a wonderful big cock her father had!
'Honey, we'll talk it out tomorrow. Understand?' John said, his voice thick.
Cindi nodded. Her father's hands dropped, and she turned and ran toward the house.
John shuddered, his cock as hard as a rock. He had been out of his mind to fuck Ellen so close to the marriage bed! The terrible temptation to grab Cindi and mash her alluring young body against his had almost overwhelmed his senses. It wasn't enough to fuck his own sister! He craved his daughter, too! The taint of incest had been passed on to his daughter! What he had thought was merely a girlish affection was a whole lot more.
Fuck, no! he thought, climbing the steps. Never! I have to get her mind off me, no matter how badly I want to slip my prick in that fresh, young, dainty cunt! She's probably a virgin! I won't do it!
He almost wished now he had not heard Cindi out there on the balcony, with her jerky breathing and little gasp of delight. She had played her pussy to a climax and had seen the whole scene with Ellen. She had seen his stiff prick. The thought of his daughter staring at him and Ellen and climaxing over it was so damned provocative John's cock pulsed in his shorts. Damn! It wants some of that cunt! He was a fucking beast. Could he ever let it happen?
CHAPTER FOUR
'Well, you look nice this morning, Ellen,' Wendy smiled, sipping her orange juice and giving Ellen a searching appraisal.
'It must be the weather,' Ellen said, the memory of the previous evening with John still warm in her thoughts. Like hell, she said to herself. One of those wild fuckouts with him, then a good sleep. It's better than vitamins. I woke up horny and I suppose I'll have to catch a couple this afternoon.
'I'm guessing you had a boyfriend in last night,' Wendy giggled. She wore a robe that flattered her youthful figure and was gussied up with makeup on. She looked ravishing.
'You look pretty foxy yourself,' Ellen smiled.
'Nothing like some good sex and then a long sleep,' Wendy laughed. The two talked rather frankly about basics when young Cindi wasn't around. 'John took Cindi down to the beach. They haven't had a day together for a while.'
'Good,' Ellen said. 'Any special work you want done today, Wendy?'
'No. Relax a while. I feel like talking. That is a neat frock. You have a nice figure if you'd show it off a little.'
'Well, thanks,' Ellen said. The night before, during a brief rest, John had told her she didn't have to dress so conservatively around the house. He said Wendy had even mentioned it. 'But I'm no spring chicken anymore.'
'I've heard that some women aren't really a good lay till they're past thirty,' Wendy giggled.
'That depends on the man a lot, I'd say,' Ellen said. How true, how true!
'Or the girl, maybe,' Wendy said, her dark eyes fixing on Ellen's jutting breasts displayed by the new frock.
Ellen shivered. She had suspected Wendy for some time now: little hints dropped, the way her dark eyes probed when John was absent. Ellen had been exposed to a lot of lesbian activity when she had worked in Fresno for a rich widow who had entertained only girls. California was much different from Montana. If girls wanted to fuck, so what. There was a casualness about the whole thing that bothered Ellen a bit.
'Don't tell me you've never tried it, honey,' Wendy said, leaning forward. The folds of her robe fell halfway open, and the upper globes of her tits showed.
'Where I was raised, girls were girls and men were men,' Ellen said, feeling a light flush on her throat. Wendy was deliciously appealing.
'It can be very interesting,' Wendy giggled. 'At college I tried it a few times. It took the risk out of getting knocked up. Two chicks and one stud is kind of fun, too.'
'I wouldn't know about that,' Ellen said, her clit starting to tingle. 'But if I had a choice, I think I'd like that better.'
Wendy laughed. 'I had the idea you were pretty sophisticated, Ellen. Am I shocking you?'
'Oh, I worked in a few big houses in Beverly Hills, so I'm past being shocked,' Ellen said, trembling. 'This one old gal loved it with two young Chinese-American chicks. She'd give them a hundred apiece.' She hesitated. 'On top of that, the girls were sisters.'
'I'd sure never pay for it,' Wendy giggled.
'A girl as sexy as you would never have to,' Ellen smiled. An utterly wild idea was jelling in her mind. If she's talking about her and John and me, I'd sure love to go that route! I could get him oftener-with no sneaking around. Of course, I'd have to act like it was all new.
Wendy felt the old familiar need for pussy creeping through her. It had started long before she had skinned her first prick. She and a girl chum had begun fooling around with each other at age eighteen, after she had learned what the little button at the top of her pussy slit could do for her. Her parents had insisted their precious only daughter go to a private school where the girls had outnumbered the guys about four to one. And she had had a ball. Her first cock at eighteen had not done much for her; it had hurt and there had been some blood. She then went back to chicks.
But by the time Wendy had entered college, she was putting out what her male dates called a pretty good piece. She had a reasonably snug cunt, so most of the studs got off in her too fast. She preferred the scene if they were able to go on for a while. She realized she had a mastering way about her fun centers. She used guys a lot, having the looks and the body to get away with it.
John Allison had upset her applecart, though. She had met him six months earlier at a party. One dance with him had done it. His vibes had really shaken her. They had gone outside and fucked in the back seat of his car. The real convincer had been his tremendous cock. She had never gone off so hard on a prick before.
I thought it would take him all night to come, she remembered, as she had dozens of times since then. He really worked me over. I popped three times. I was so weak, I could hardly walk. I told Daddy I had to have him. He ran a check on John, learned that he was quite successful, and gave me the go ahead. I soon let John know how wealthy Daddy was, and that did it.
Wendy had lost all interest in girls until meeting Ellen right after the honeymoon in Bermuda. That Ellen had
