Today's suburbanites seemingly maintain a middle-class, stable outlook which in reality masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex for the adult and teenager alike, and, for some, the breakup of marital relationships and entire families as a result of wife-swapping and, occasionally, incestuous liaisons. The children observe their parents' so called "mature" lifestyles. The mark is made; the effect lasts a lifetime.
This is the story of Cindy Taylor, an outwardly normal sixteen-year-old, her divorced parents and their new spouses. Leading normal, quiet lives, what happens to them is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with us all.
Business as usual is the daily norm. But is it? Not for the people in this book. Outwardly yes, inwardly no.
HOT AND NAUGHTY DAUGHTER ... a novel with a lesson for the unaware in our changing society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Cindy Taylor's mouth mingled hard with Mike's as lust like only a sixteen-year-old can feel lashed her insides to a froth and knotted her throat with fear. Mike's hand was impatiently kneading her breast through her blouse and bra. Her virgin cunt was sizzling like bacon in a skillet as she twisted in his grasp. Their desperate hominess was hidden behind the gray curtain of rain that sent gleaming rivulets twisting down the steamed-up windshield.
Cindy let his tongue ravage her mouth, drive between her teeth, stroke the roof of her mouth, tangle with her tongue. She didn't recall ever being so hot before in her life. His hand was bruising her aching boob. Every once in a while her bra cup would wrinkle and pinch her nipple harder, which would send what felt like an electric shock ripping through her.
His mouth pulled away from hers, leaving her lips smeared and swollen. His hand started to slide downward from her tit toward her lap. She blocked the move: her fear was greater than her lust. Mike changed his angle of attack, and found the top button on her blouse. Her fear subsiding, Cindy hid against his shoulder as he unbuttoned first one, then the next, then a third button. When his hand slipped inside the loosened blouse and cupped her bra-shielded tit, a shudder rocked her innards. She was intensely aware of the heat of his hand through the flimsy lace barrier. He played a maddening tune on her boob, squeezed her mound, measured its warm softness. The nipple felt like a burning coal it was so hot and hard.
It was getting too hot! Desperately, shuddering, rocked to the core by searing need, Cindy pulled back from the brink. She pushed Mike away, eased his hand off her breast. She took his hand and their sweaty fingers tangled tightly. Her blouse was rumpled, open far down her torso. But it still shielded her breasts from his view. Sucking in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to ignore the tenting lump in his pants, she looked out at the rainy, foggy afternoon. Heavy drops plunked on the roof of the car.
"What's the matter?" Mike asked.
"Let's slow down a little, okay?"
"You know I won't do anything you don't want me to," he countered.
"I know." That was the trouble. She was getting to want to too much.
"I love you," Mike went on.
Cindy wondered what love really was. She thought of the bulge in his lap, and felt her insides seethe. Was that love? Was this desperate need to be close to him, skin against skin, was this love?
He untangled his fingers from hers, and began to undo the next button on her blouse. She looked at him, let her fear show in her blue eyes. But he was looking at the button. She clutched his forearm, but didn't stop him as he released the last button, and then eased the blouse back over her jutting breast. His eyes were on her lace-cupped mound. He licked his lips nervously.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered. Then he looked up at her, and something in his eyes made her innards ache. "Do you have to go?"
Cindy nodded. "I haven't seen Pop in two years," she whispered. "I he's my Pop. I always called him Pop."
"But you call Ted 'Daddy', " Mike pointed out.
"He's just my stepfather," Cindy said. "I call him that 'cause Mom wants me to. But he's not my real father. Pop is."
Mike slid his hand over the soft skin between bra and shorts. "But two months," he complained. His touch made Cindy's gut shudder, made her trim belly muscles tighten.
"Oh, Mike, I'll miss you, too," she moaned miserably, surging into his arms, hugging him, mashing her breasts against his chest. His arms went around her, pressed her to him. His hands slipped hintingly along her bra band, fumbled tentatively with the hooks.
Cindy pulled back for a moment, battling her terror as the lust and hunger raged higher. Then her lips met his in a sucking, searing kiss of agreement. She felt him battle with her bra, then felt it slip loose. Her breasts sagged slightly.
When he eased her blouse back off her shoulder, she let go with one arm, then the other, let the blouse slide off without exposing her breasts. She was a tangle of emotions. There was the hot itching hunger between, her thighs, and the heart-aching love for Mike. But fear still dominated her. She hid against him as his hands stroked the expanse of her back.
When he eased her away, she was boiling inside, and because of it, didn't try to hide her almost exposed breasts from him. The bra clung precariously to the lush white slopes, showed the soft curve and thrust of her firm teenage jugs, but concealed the perky, hot tips.
"I love you," he whispered, as if that justified all.
"I-love you, too," she answered, wondering" why she choked on the words.
"I don't want to go all the way," he whispered. "I just want to to see you, so I'll have something special to remember."
Cindy was torn, couldn't decide what to do. They were pinned. That was almost like being engaged. If she moved a little, just let the bra ease away from her breasts ... He had undoubtedly seen naked tits before, in pictures at least. And, even though she was only sixteen, she had good-sized breasts, C cup.
He slipped his hand up, under her bra. The scraping of his fingers on her pale globe sent a wave of heat through her. She let the bra strap slip lower, down her arm, exposed the proud thrust of her white mounds. The pink caps ached even more now that they were liberated.
"God, you're beautiful," he groaned.
She straightened her spine, and pulled her shoulders back so her tits thrust out boldly. His fingers bumped over one rubbery nubbin and flames seared her innards. The misty gray light from outside spilled over her.
"Can I-take off my shirt?" Mike asked.
Cindy nodded. Her heart was in her throat for some reason. In moments, Mike was stripped to the waist, just like she was. She ran gentle fingers over his satin skin, brushed the perky point of one nipple. They slid together, bare skin against bare skin. She felt her breasts squash against his firm chest.
"Like Adam and Eve," Mike said hoarsely, echoing her own thoughts. She twisted. Her crotch was burning with the need to be pressing against him. He turned, and she felt one of his hard thighs pushing between her legs. She let him wedge her knees apart. The feel of him between her thighs made her horniness rage higher. Then her fear boiled upward. She pulled away.
"Oh God, Mike, I can't, I just can't!"
"Hey, it's okay," he soothed. His hand was on her thigh, just below the edge of her cut-off jeans.
"I'm sorry," she moaned, hanging her head.
"It's okay," he insisted. Then his hand curled under her bared breast and heat flared through her again.
She wanted to. She wanted him to plunge into her hot tunnel. But something wouldn't let her. A nagging knot somewhere in the depths of her being kept telling her that it wasn't right, that it wasn't time yet. Or maybe he was the wrong person?
The unexpected touch of his lips on her tit almost changed her mind. The feel of his wet, hot, velvet tongue striking her nipple made her twat spurt steam, made her clamp her legs together and grind thigh against thigh as hunger raged through her guts. She let her fingers stray to his lap and skid over the towering bludgeon in his pants. The feel of that massive shaft of meat made her pussy drool and her insides clutch hard.
His fingers probed at the waist of her shorts, undid the snap. She sucked in her gut, then yanked the fly open so he could pry into her pussy. His fingers caught the waist of her panties and shoved them down. Somehow, she kept him from baring her twat. His hand pressed her pussy lips, sent hot waves sweeping through her as she fumbled blindly with his towering cock. Then, amazingly, his prick, a hot lance of lust, surged free of his pants and leapt into her hand.
A finger probed her slit. Terror flared through her like a lightning bolt. "NO!" she protested, panicking. She pushed his hand away from her mossy grotto. "That's enough," she said miserably, unable to go further. She took her hand from his dick and wiped his juices on her pants.
"Jesus!" Mike complained.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. Her insides were being shredded by her conflicting desires. "I'm sorry."
"But I love you. It's all right if I love you, isn't it?"
"I don't know," she said. "I just don't know. I can't. But I don't know why I can't."
"You said you love me."
"I do," she agreed, not really sure that she did, but ashamed to admit that she wasn't sure what love was.
"Well, then I should think you'd be willing to prove it," Mike argued.
"Oh, Mike," Cindy protested, disappointed arid dismayed by his line.
Mike became apologetic. "I mean, if you leave me like this, I'll be in agony," he said, indicating his towering hard-on.
Her eyes went to his jutting dork. For the first time, she looked at his mammoth cock. The fear curdled her belly. His cock was monstrous, a brutal bludgeon that would split her open if he ever tried to put it in her. Her lust faded and her fear rose at the way his dick stood up, like a telephone pole in his lap. The pink head was slick and shiny with drippings. The ivory column of the shaft was ribbed with veins and was throbbing with power.
Simultaneously, she felt raging, gut-knotting hunger for that gorgeous phallus, and a wrenching horror of what it would do to her virgin cunt. She couldn't do it.
"But I can't let you-let you fuck me," she insisted.
"Aw, jeez, that is great, that is really great!" Mike complained.
"It's only for two months," Cindy pointed out.
"It's not that, though that's part of it," Mike argued. "If I don't get rid of this hard-on, I'll be in agony."
"I don't understand."
"I mean, if I don't get my rocks off, it'll hurt, it'll really, really hurt, like I got kicked in the nuts."
Cindy quailed at the responsibility he was loading on her. "I didn't know that," she confessed. "But if you fucked me right now I could get pregnant."
"I could get some rubbers somewhere," Mike suggested.
Cindy was still staring at his cock. She shook her head. "I've got to get home soon. There's no time."
"Shit!"
"Well I'm sorry," she said, as upset by his selfishness as anything else.
Mike got a scheming look. "You could suck me," he suggested.
"What?! " Cindy was rocked to the core by the idea. Suck that?
He backed away a little. "Or, maybe give me a hand job?"
"A hand job?" Cindy ventured warily, less distressed by this idea, but unsure what he meant exactly.
"Jack me off."
"Oh. But-I don't know how."
"I'll show you."
"I-well...."
"Please?" he asked softly.
"Oh-okay," she agreed at last, wondering if he would do anything for the raging hunger inside her. Then she shied away from the idea of his hands probing her the way she knew they would have to if they were going to relieve the itch.
"Put your hand around it," he urged.
A little frightened, and very curious, she reached over and curled her fingers around his prick. She felt a warm drizzle of clear leakings pool against her finger. They felt hot and slippery.
"Move it up and down," he grunted as his belly began shuddering.
She did, felt the skin slipping over the hard inner core of the shaft. She did it slowly and gently. Her hand skated along on his lubricating juices. Her innards were in a turmoil from lust and excitement and curiosity and fear.
"Faster," he urged, his hands guiding hers.
She followed his directions as the feel of his dick became engraved in her mind. She could feel the rippled texture of the interior under the yielding satin of the outer skin. The tip, the rosy head, was soft and rubbery. She thought of that shaft plowing into her cunny and her hole flooded, sopped her panties. She was suddenly very aware of the open fly of her cut-offs.
"Faster," Mike panted, his hips shifting and squirming on the seat as he guided her hand.
"My arm's getting tired," Cindy complained, r "Then use your other hand," Mike grunted. "Don't stop now!"
So, she used both hands. One covered the head while the other encircled the shaft. There was a thick, sticky, gooshy sound as her hands stuck to his lea kings. There was a rich scent that made her mouth water.
Mike's hips were humping upward now, and his belly muscles were knotting. As she jacked his dork, she had the feeling something was about to happen, that he was about to cum. She wondered if it was like what she had heard it was like.
She found out when his pecker pumped in her fist and a hot, gooey, sticky wad of jizz spurted out. It spattered over her hand, made her fingers slick. The cylinder of his dork pulsed and pulsed.
Every pulse brought another thick, creamy spurt of goo.
The jettings seemed to go on and on and on forever. She stopped massaging his jerking, spurting dick. The eruptions went on for a bit, then began to fade. The white, viscous cream coated her fingers, streamed down over his dong, and spilled into his brown, curling bush.
Her pussy squirmed and seethed as she inhaled the rich scent of his sex juices. There was a hot coil of fire in her guts and she felt a nagging regret that she had missed her chance to feel his hot spurts in her virgin cunt.
The hunger was still with her that night as she undressed for bed. In front of the mirror, she eyed her sixteen-year-old curves. Her blonde hair was like spun gold. It brushed her creamy shoulders. Her breasts were large, firm, pale globes. The rosy tips pointed eagerly just from the touch of the air. Her torso was trim and swelled to feminine hips. Her pale-red pussy hair nestled between her sleek thighs.
Turning sideways, she admired the perfect curve of her ass.
A sound from the neighboring room made her cock her head. Carefully, her gut tingling, she went out into the hallway. The air probed her naked pussy and stroked her bare tits as she tiptoed to the door of her mother's and stepfather's room. Putting her ear to the door she listened intently. Her heart was thumping loudly with excitement.
A soft moan that made her innards steam confirmed her suspicion that they were doing it. And their door was open a crack! Slowly, she eased the door open enough to see the bed in the moonlight
Her mother's hair shone like a halo around her head as she lay on the bed. Her stepfather's hair, prematurely silver, was as easy to spot. But its location made Cindy's mouth suddenly go dry, then begin to water. He was burrowing between her mother's thighs! Her mother's legs were bent and spread and her ass was propped on a pillow. There was a wet, slurping noise. It sounded as if he were licking her twat! Every sloppy smack was punctuated by a horny moan from her.
Cindy dug her fingers into her cunt, then bent over, and rested her head against the frame. A raging spasm in her twat cramped her guts. Her pussy fountained slick juices over her fingers. She felt guilty about watching, but her lust and curiosity wouldn't let her stop. She had heard the moans of her mother's and stepfather's love making before. Tonight, the horniness left over from her make-out session with Mike was driving her to spy.
Her mom was clutching her husband's silver locks, shoving his head into her groin. Her pale ass rose and hunched as she jammed her pussy against his sucking, slurping mouth. Her pale breasts, sagging flat from their lush weight, quivered as she squirmed and bucked. Her mature nipples were hard with arousal. Her face was twisted with lust.
Cindy's stepfather's ass was raised, his legs spread. Between his powerful, hairy thighs, Cindy could see his balls dangling. The dusky sac jiggled and swayed with every move he made. His cock looked even more monstrous than Mike's had. It was swaying heavily. It was aimed forward and down, as if magnetically drawn to the thick strawberry snatch he was eating.
When he rose from his carnal meal Cindy's pussy blazed hot at the sight of her mother's twat. It was sodden and stringy with his spit and her juices. In the furry heart Cindy could see the ruffled pink inner lips. They looked distended and hungry, like an infant's mouth puckered to seek its mother's tit.
Only the tit those lips were seeking was a mammoth cock, and the milk would come in thick, hot, heavy spurts.
Cindy sank down lower as she saw the lust on her mother's face, saw her reach for that searing spear and drag it toward her steaming gash. Cindy's; own pussy knotted when the dusky knob of her stepfather's dork dug in between the ruffled pink folds. He sank his cock into his wife's cunt. Cindy bit back a moan of her own as she heard her mother accept the spearing with a groan of pleasure.
Cindy imagined Mike's dong ramming into her tunnel, and felt, rather than a blaze of lust, a twinge of fear and disappointment. Thinking of her stepfather fucking her brought less fear, more lust.
Then she thought of her father, pictured his mature cock thrusting out from his thickly-haired gut. She imagined herself spread under him, dreamed of his dork tearing her virgin membrane, stretching her inexperienced cunt. The blast of lust this triggered made her gasp with astonishment. Desperately, she fell back into the dark hallway, afraid they might have heard her.
Hunched over with passion, her fingers stirring her pussy folds to flame, she crawled back to the door. She peered cautiously into the bedroom, and was relieved and aroused at what she saw. Her stepfather's trim ass was rising and falling as he stroked his cock in his wife's cunt. She had her legs spread wide, like a frog's. She was twisting and rolling her hips. She was clawing at his back, then clutching his ass, urging him to go faster, and deeper into her.
He began grunting and panting as he slammed into her.
Cindy quailed at the violence of the coupling, as she fingered her slippery, sloppy folds. She had known the theory of fucking from her sexed course. But watching the actual act was something else again!
Wild as it already was, she could see her mother urging Ted on, digging her fingers into his rear. As Cindy stared, her mother dug into his ass crack. One finger drove out of sight in the shadowed depths of that hairy valley. Her stepfather gave a groan of animal pleasure, and rammed hard into his wife's twat. He shuddered. Cindy watched, fascinated, as his ass spasmed with the same sort of pulsations that Mike's had. She could almost feel blazing jets of cum in her own flooding cunt.
As she watched, he drew his still spasming, spurting dork out until just the tip was nestled in the crimson gash. A pearly spurt of jizz drooled downward. Then, just as his cock spurted again, he rammed back in, socketed his jetting dong in the convulsing sheath and unloaded the rest of his cream in the welcoming depths.
As the couple on the bed slumped wearily, Cindy backed away, and eased the door closed. Her legs shaking, she retreated to her own room and staggered to her bed. Lying on her back, she spread her legs wide and let her fingers explore the slippery folds of her virgin, unprobed pussy. She wasted no time at all on memories of warnings from her mother not to play with herself. The horniness raging through her from the near-fucking by Mike and the sight of her mother taking cock wouldn't let her rest.
She ran her fingers along her slippery gash, felt the juicy petals ripple and slither aside. Her finger stroked teasingly around the virgin, veiled entrance to her vagina. Then she found the opening and her Cherry. Too small for a cock, perhaps, but not for a finger. Tormentingly, she eased her finger into her sodden hole, felt the thick, slick oozings her arousal had triggered. She knew they were designed to grease the path of a cock into her aching cunt. She used them to oil the way for her finger. As she explored the elastic folds of her tunnel, her belly knotted with excitement.
When she lifted her head, she could see her reflection in the mirror. The sight of her finger disappearing into her slit made her lust soar.
Reaching up, she grabbed the pillow and jammed it under her head so she could see without having to strain to hold her head up. Then she used the fingers of one hand to part her hairy labia and continued to explore the wet, steaming depths of her pussy with the other.
The sexed course had discussed sex from the viewpoint of childbearing. It had carefully avoided any mention of pleasure. Her fingers skating on her juices, Cindy began to explore the sensuous, sensitive folds of her cunny. The feel of a finger in her cunt was nice, but there was a burning itch that it failed to scratch. She let her thumb stroke upward in her hot pink slit. She watched her thumb part the inner labia like a plow. They came together in sort of a wedge. Her thumb reached the hood and a searing jolt of pleasure made her hips hump. Her cunt fountained around the finger still sunk in it.
Abandoning the deep well of her vagina, Cindy concentrated on finding the source of the jolt. Delicately, she skinned the hood back, found the little nubbin of firmer flesh. A soft touch confirmed it was the source of the pleasure. Electricity lashed her nerves to flame, and the itch flared hotter in her groin.
She thought, as she fingered the nubbin and sent her body into convulsions, of a mouth or a tongue tormenting that pleasure button. The idea made a river of lava-hot flame rage through her. She let her eyes haze over as she fingered her clit. She knew now what it was she was doing, and cursed herself for shyly turning away from the lewd locker-room chatter at school.
Her finger flickered over her pleasure nubbin, pressed and rolled it until she was moaning with ecstasy. The sound of her own voice cut through her passion-racked consciousness. She bit the moans off, afraid the couple in the next room would hear her as she had heard them.
Still massaging her clit, she slipped one finger into her cunt. Then she risked a second, and felt her cherry stretch, felt the walls of her vagina yield, clutch the two invaders. She thought of her real father, of Pop, visualized him as she had last seen him two years before: tall and handsome, his blue eyes troubled as he bid her a tormented good-bye.
She thought, then, of spreading her thighs for his strong hairy body. She-imagined his jutting cock. She had felt it digging at her more than once when she had sat in his lap. She thought of that hungry tower of meat pushing into her tight twat, tearing her hymen, glutting her channel. She dreamed of feeling his hips jamming between her thighs, his body grinding against her groin. Lust raged through her, tore through the last of the inhibitions her mother had spent so many years building in her. '
For the first time in her life, Cindy began to cum. All her reservations about sex were incinerated by the blossoming fireball that swept through her virgin body. As she blinked passion-fogged eyes, she saw a pink flush flare upward from her streaming cunt and spread outward over her belly and upward to her aching tits. Then her eyes went blind as her brain was overloaded with pleasure signals. She let her consciousness swirl away.
"As her ecstasy faded in a slow series of steps, she returned slowly to awareness of her surroundings. She became aware of a stinging ache and realized that she had torn her cherry a little. Drawing her slicked fingers from her aching hole, she absently stuck them in her mouth and sucked off her virgin blood. Then she remembered where they had been. But it was too late. She was surprised to find that the taste of twat juice was really rather pleasant. She thought of her stepfather lapping at her creaming gash, and her tummy tightened with excitement.
Then she thought of the airplane she was to catch the next day, and her insides curdled with happy anticipation. She was going to see Pop, for the first time since the divorce! Then she thought of his new bride and felt a flare of jealousy. She realized abruptly that she had been thinking, deep down, of actually letting him take her virginity, and felt her spirits plunge. Fat chance of anything like that happening with a new wife to keep him drained.
Cindy wondered for the umpteenth time why her parents had parted. Her mother had refused to discuss it, hiding behind the excuse she didn't want to unfairly taint Cindy's view of her father.
Cindy thought of seeing him again, and smiled.
Maybe she would be able to entice him into her carnal clutches. At any rate, just to be near him again after two years would be ecstasy. Before the divorce she had been very close to him, which had made the parting extremely agonizing for them both.
The anticipated joy of seeing him again and her discovery of the searing pleasure of sex kept her tossing and turning for hours. Finally, she slid off into the black depths of total exhaustion.
CHAPTER TWO
The sight of her father did nothing to quell Cindy's desire. In addition to the deep love she had always felt for him, she was turned on by his rugged handsomeness, the breadth of his shoulders, the trimness of his hips. His blue eyes sparkled with pleasure whenever he looked at her. She remembered their first embrace at the airport and her blood steamed. She had pressed herself to him, and felt his strong body against her. His response had made her groin seethe. Something about the way his hands had clutched her back, and the way his hips had thrust against her, and the feel of that suggestive knot in his crotch had made her lust soar, and her hopes skyrocket.
Then he had pushed away from her, and held her by her shoulders while he looked her over. She thought she had seen a flicker of fear in his eyes. That had quickly been replaced by love and admiration as he took stock of the curves that had developed in the past two years.
She was brought back from that memory by the mention of her new stepmother. The warmth in her belly cooled. "Linda's cooking a special dinner for us," he noted casually as they left the airport.
"What's she like?" Cindy asked, fighting the jealousy. The only thing she knew about the woman was that she was young her mother had commented that the new Mrs. Taylor was ten years younger than Pop.
"You'll love her," Pop answered eagerly. "Well, I hope you will, anyway. I'm sure you'll like her."
Cindy refrained from making any comment on the woman's age, knowing somehow that it would only build a wall between her and her father. "What should I call her?" she asked instead.
"You could call her Mom," he answered, his eyes on the road.
"No!" Cindy answered sharply. "No," she repeated more calmly. "She's not Mom."
"Yeah. You're right," her father agreed easily. "Well, her name is Linda. Why don't you ask her what she'd like you to call her?"
"Okay, I'll do that," Cindy agreed thoughtfully.
Linda turned out to be even younger-looking than Cindy had anticipated. Her hair was pale blonde, almost platinum. She was slender, trimly built with a dainty body. Her brown eyes and the shade of her eyebrows made Cindy suspect that the hair was skillfully bleached.
The house was low and rambling, modern and pleasant. Its smallness was made up for by an ample back yard, complete with swimming pool. The water glittered in the Southern California sun. Cindy was glad she had brought her bathing suit, even though it was a year old and a little small.
As she lay in bed that night, she looked forward to the morning swim Pop had promised her. And Linda had been so nice it was impossible to be catty about her bleached hair. The woman was well, just nice, Cindy decided.
The pool, and her new stepmother, looked to be bonuses in what had already promised to be a memorably pleasant summer vacation. Two carefree months to become reacquainted with her father ... Cindy's dreams were pleasant that first night. She was oblivious to the squeaking of the bed in Pop's room.
She and Pop were half dozing in the morning sun when Linda came out of the house. Cindy lifted her head, then, after taking in Linda's trim summer outfit, let it flop back onto the chaise.
"Going somewhere?" Pop asked.
"Caroline and I have the whole day planned," Linda answered, rummaging in her purse for something. "The last thing you two need is me around."
"Nonsense," Pop snorted.
"Well, then, the last thing I need is to sit here and listen to you play 'whatever happened to Sadie Clutz?! " Linda said, still rooting around in her purse. "While you get caught up on the last two years, I'm going to boost the nation's economy and absorb some culture."
"What time will you be back?" Pop asked.
"Suppertime," Linda answered vaguely. "About five. Certainly not any earlier than that. Steak for supper?"
"Fine."
Linda found what she had been searching for and slung the strap of the bag over her shoulder. "What's with the bathing suit, Chuck?"
"Huh?" Cindy's father looked a little uncomfortable.
"First time he's worn a suit for swimming since we bought this place," Linda told Cindy. "That's how come the high fence. Hasn't your daughter seen you naked?"
"Uh, no," Chuck admitted, while Cindy's innards curdled with fear and anticipation and lust and shyness at the thought of swimming naked. "Martha was the modest sort. So was I, before I met you."
"Corrupted you, did I?" Linda teased. "I've got to run. See you both this evening."
Cindy watched the-passionate way their mouths mingled. Instead of feeling jealous, she felt horny. Her mind was racing as she took stock of the unexpected situation. Her insides coiled and twisted at the thought of being alone with her father. It was something she had dreamed of, but never expected to happen.
The revelation of how he usually swam in the nude made her insides get hotter. With the sun burning her face, she lay back, and wondered if she could somehow talk him out of his suit ... or if she could discard hers. Nothing would happen if they did go nudist. After all, he was her father. It was nice to dream about it, but ridiculous to think it could really happen.
She squirmed, suddenly aware of how uncomfortable her too-small suit was. Her breasts ached. Her nipples were digging industriously at the tight cups. And the crotch was hard and tight against her suddenly hot twat.
Linda had been gone for ten minutes before Cindy got herself pulled together. "You don't have to wear a suit, you know," she said, her voice threatening to break.
"That's okay, I don't mind."
"I mean, well, after all, we are father and daughter," she went on. "You saw me naked every time you changed my diaper."
"That was a good many years ago." . "It shouldn't be such a big thing," she said thoughtfully. "I mean, you've been married twice, so you've seen two women naked. And I'm going to marry someday."
"Have you ever seen a naked man?" he asked.
She almost lied, and said that she hadn't, then changed her mind. "Uh, yeah, I've seen Ted-my stepfather, you know," she answered. It was a half-truth. She knew what Pop would assume was far from what she actually had seen.
"I know who Ted is. Your mother's gotten casual about nudity."
"She's loosened up a bit," Cindy answered vaguely. "But it happened accidentally. The latch on their bedroom door doesn't work right."
"Oh."
"If everyone went naked it wouldn't be such a big thing,"Cindy said, circling her goal carefully. "And that suit looks awful uncomfortable."
"It is, a little, since I'm not used to wearing it," he answered.
Cindy's insides were in a turmoil. "Mine's too small," she informed him. "It's last year's."
She kept waiting for him to pick up the hints she was dropping.
"Linda and I go to a nude beach sometimes," he noted.
Cindy's chaise creaked as a shudder rocked her. "So why wear a suit here?" she asked.
"I didn't want to upset you," he answered. l
"It won't upset me."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure," she assured him, trying to keep her voice from quivering.
"I suppose it would be all right," he mused. "But Martha wouldn't like it."
"She's not here," Cindy pointed out. "And I sure won't tell her. No use upsetting her for no reason, after all."
"You're sure it's okay? This suit is damned tight"
"Ifs okay," she insisted.
"You going to take yours off?"
"Maybe." Another shiver jarred her.
"It's really better if everyone does it," he noted. "I mean, if one person's naked and everyone else is dressed, it's more noticeable. If everyone's the same, though, no one really notices anything."
"Think I should take my suit off?" Her throat was tight.
"If I'm going to take mine off, I think you should take yours off," he answered.
"You're going to take yours off?" She wondered how long the tension could build before it ripped her apart. Her chest was wrapped in steel cables of excitement. Her tits felt like hot points, and her pussy was a seething swamp.
"Yeah," he grunted.
She opened her eyes, blinked against the hot sunlight. "Then I guess I'd better take mine off."
"You can go inside if you want," he noted, his lounge creaking as he got to his feet.
"Are you going to?" She stayed lying down, not sure she could trust her legs.
"Seems kind of silly," he answered, fumbling with the string of his suit.
Cindy's innards contracted into a hard knot the size of a baseball and rose to her throat. Her mouth was dry and her pussy sopping as she watched Pop fumble with the string. The wet cord betrayed him, formed a granny knot instead of coming untied.
"Let me do it," she suggested, sitting up. Turning the waist of his suit down, she picked at the string with her fingernail. She tried to ignore the bulge at his crotch, and the hairiness of his trim, hard belly. She loosened the knot.
"There," she said.
"Thanks." He started to skin the suit down, then turned away. As he shoved it down, Cindy's mind scattered into glittering fragments. His erect cock was immense. No wonder his suit had been uncomfortable!
Defensively, he lunged into the pool, tried to hide his arousal from her. He emerged spouting and turned to face her. She could see his cock, shimmering and twisted by the ripples in the pool. It was a vague, blurred, distorted tower.
"Well, come on," he urged. "I thought we had a deal."
Cindy felt an icy chill, a wave of modesty, and a hot flush. "Uh, yeah," she agreed. Reaching back awkwardly, she unhooked the bra of the two-piece suit. She resisted the urge to turn her back as she bared her firm, thrusting breasts. Her nipples were stiff with excitement. She let the bra flop to the hot deck and got to her feet. Not looking at him, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, she skinned the bottom down. As she stepped out of her suit, the touch of air against her pussy was a sassy tactile reminder of her exposure.
Her tits jiggled as she took a quick step to the pool edge. Then she dove head first past him. She caught a glimpse of his eyes raking her nude body las she plunged under the surface. Then the feel of the chill water swirling past her breasts and stroking her naked pussy made her sensuously aware of every square centimeter of her exposed body.
The water chilled her flesh, though her insides were steaming. She hid her charms from him by staying on her belly. He seemed as shy as she was. As he stroked lazily around, she carefully avoided coming too close to him. When she did pass within a foot of him, she thought she could feel the heat from his body.
Finally, the chill began to seep into the marrow of her bones and she knew she was going to have to get out. "I'm cold," she announced.
"Me, too," her father admitted. His teeth were actually chattering! Evidently, he had been holding out. Had he been afraid to abandon the modesty of the pool for the sun-baked exposure of the deck?
Her body humming, Cindy climbed the steps in the shallow end. She tried to act casual as she walked along the pool to the chaises at the deep end. She knew her father was studying her, watching the gentle joggle of her naked breasts. Just as she drew near he surged up the ladder at the deep end. The cold water had drained his dick, left it limp and unimpressive. Still, it was enough to make her pussy drool.
She almost stretched out on her stomach. Then, scolding herself, she forced herself to lie on her back. The sun dried the water on her breasts and thighs. She glanced at Pop as he dried himself with a towel. His pecker was half-hard. He patted his muscular, tanned body dry. Obviously, Linda's statement about usually going suit-less was true. He was evenly tanned from head to foot. Even his cock was tan.
The sting of the sun on her bare breasts alerted Cindy to a real threat. "Do you have any suntan oil?" she asked.
"Yeah, just a second," he answered, going into the house after it. She let the heat bake deep into her flesh as her mind slowly explored the possibilities available. There were hot flickers in her belly, and fear in her soul.
Her greatest fear was that he would reject her, or ignore her. She wanted him so badly it hurt. Her belly was a knot of desire.
"Thanks," she said, taking the plastic bottle from him. While he stood there, a beer in his hand, she drizzled a creamy stream of lotion over her breast. Deliberately, playfully, she spiraled it up to the pink tip. The icy touch of the lotion made her nipple stiffen.
She didn't look as he went over and sat on the neighboring lounge. She was afraid he wasn't looking at her, but also a little afraid that he was. Her hot hand on her breast, skating on a film of suntan oil, sent a wave of pleasure through her body. She made a long, sensuous production of oiling her breasts. She let him see her toy with her soft mounds. She wanted him achingly aware of their warmth and soft firmness.
Finished with her breasts, she smeared a film of lotion down over her torso, down over her softly rounded belly. Then, tantalizing herself, and him, she did her arms.
Finally, she ran oily fingers over the white flesh usually covered by her bathing suit bottom. She stroked her fingers along the satin curve of her thighs, spread her legs a little, let her hands rub the sensitive crease where leg joined groin. Then her fingers wandered into her soft, strawberry-blonde muff. She fingered her pussy as if oiling it against the sun. She spread her legs further, invitingly, and fingered her hairy labia while her lips parted with lust. She darted a quick glance sideways, saw him slowly twisting his beer can to shreds.
She was a simmering coil of horniness and tension. Deliberately, just as he looked at her, she let her finger slip upward through her slit. When it brushed her clit, she couldn't keep her gut from knotting with lust.
Then, trying to be graceful, she turned over onto her stomach and flattened the lounge out. "Could you do my bottom, Pop? It's hard to reach. If I get burned there I won't be able to sit down."
For a moment she was afraid he was going to refuse. She heard the remains of the beer can clatter to the deck. Then her lounge creaked, and she felt his hot, bare hip against her. As he perched precariously on the edge of the narrow chaise, she bit her lip in anticipation and squeezed her eyes shut as lust raged through her.
The drizzle of cold suntan oil on her butt made her giggle. Then his hot, strong, hard hands touched her globes, and heat washed through her. She sighed softly as his fingers kneaded the firm cheeks of her ass.
As he worked the lotion in, she let her legs ease slowly apart, invited him to explore the secret space between her thighs. For a while his fingers maintained a discreet distance from the crack of her ass. But when she lifted her tail slightly, she felt his hands stray toward the parting of her cheeks. She lifted her ass a fraction more, and his fingers slipped toward her crotch, as if they were being dragged there against their will.
He avoided her pussy by moving to her thighs. She felt the tension and fear drain out of her and her lust thicken as he massaged her upper thighs with his strong hands. She had the urge to hump up so his fingers would be smothered in her hairy folds.
Finally, she wasn't able to bear the searing flames any longer. She twisted on the lounge, rolled onto her side, then squirmed onto her back. She let her legs fall open to reveal the ravenous heart of her red-muffed pussy. Sitting half sideways on the lounge edge, facing her, his hands still oily, he froze. Reaching up, she caught his wrists and guided his lingers down to the soft, warm mounds of her breasts. His rough, hard palms pressed her aching tits.
"Oh, Baby," he groaned.
"I want you, Daddy," she moaned. "I want you! Now!"
"Oh, God, Honey, I want you, too."
"Daddy, please!" she wailed, and spread herself on the chaise and fingered her twat lewdly. She was desperate to capture him. Reaching out, she curled her fingers around his towering hard-on. A stroke, and his cock was smeared with his seepings and suntan oil from her hand. She felt his dong respond with a hot surge that distended the already monstrously engorged shaft.
He bent toward her, and his lips touched hers. There was two years of bottled-up longing in the kiss as their tongues dueled and their mouths sucked. His hand moved down off her breast, down to her gaping groin. His rough finger explored her tender pussy folds. He was unbelievably gentle with her. His finger delicately parted her labia and examined her hot, slick cunt.
She pumped and squeezed his cock as she felt his finger probe her cunt, pry hesitantly, carefully, through the opening in her hymen--the opening she had herself enlarged so recently with her fingers. She knew, then, that he knew she was a virgin. Silently, she prayed that it wouldn't turn him away from her. All the arguments about who should take her virginity ran through her mind. But she kept her lips sealed against his, not wanting to break the steadily rising lust that was carrying them both along on its tide.
He slid over, leaned on her. His fingers were still pumping in her sopping pussy. Ignoring the stinging as his finger stretched her cherry, she drew his dick toward her aching slit. His finger was threatening to tear her already. She didn't care how she was torn, so long as his cock finished up in her cunt.
He drew his finger out of her, upward, ground her clit against her pubic arch. Her body reacted with a convulsive heave, humped her hips up against him.
She spread her thighs and his full weight settled between her graceful legs. His body ground into her hips, her chest, mashed her into the straining plastic webbing of the lounge. He squirmed on her, smashed her breasts, scrubbed them with his hairy chest. Her tits flared hot as stars as the soft globes were squashed by his mass.
His cock was pinched between her pubic arch and his. It was a hot steel shaft being ground between them. He moved, and his dick pried into her slit and pinched her clit, hard, sent a scorching wave through her. He humped, ground his dick between their bodies. She felt his hot juices smear her sensitive skin. Despite the searing lust created by his cock grinding her clit, she worried that he was going to hump his dick between them until his jizz spurted over her naked belly. She wanted him to plunge his huge cock into her clutching cunt.
Her fears faded as he pulled his dick down against her clit and twisted and rolled the little nubbin into a patch of flame. She felt the end of his pecker move past her clit and plow down her ravenous slit.
He reached around, under her thigh, and his dick shifted. It prowled her pussy, dragged through her cunt hair, spread her labia, smeared her with goo. Her hips hunched and squinned as the mouth of her cunt sought his cock-head. As if he had been waiting for that sign of interest from her, he allowed his cock tip to nuzzle her vaginal veil. He twitched his hips, and she felt his dick pry at her cunny. He pushed, and she felt her cherry stretch. He thrust, and there was a searing, tearing pain. It was immediately swept away by roaring pleasure. She felt his cock drive into her twat, wedging her open, spreading her rippled walls. He screwed his cock into her steaming, slick, clutching velvet tunnel. He paused, drew out, then thrust again. His towering cock pistoned farther in, rubbed the walls of her cunt, sent rivers of flame along the millions of nerves.
"Oh, Daddy," she gasped, as he stroked his dick even deeper. She clutched his back, felt the muscles working as he writhed, drove his cock deeper into her, his daughter. She dug her nails into his shoulder blades and her teeth into his neck. He rammed his cock farther in. She felt its head drive into her depths. She felt waves of juice streaming from her glands to coat its way. Her hips rose and bucked in welcome as Pop augured the full length of his cock into her, drove it at the stretching, clutching end of her hole.
Reaching down, she sank her fingers into the tight, hard knots of his ass cheeks, forced him a millimeter deeper in her already glutted, stretched tunnel.
Then, he paused. She lay there quietly and felt her vaginal walls spasming around his dick, as if not quite able to believe that he was in there. Each twitch of her cunt was a soft wave of pleasure.
"Oh, God this is good," Pop sighed in her ear.
"Oh, Pop, fuck me," she urged, understanding at last what the lewd word really meant. "Fuck me."
She felt him stir, and her lust surged. He drew his dick out, slowly, and her cunt-walls dragged out with it. She felt the tunnel closing in behind his retreating cock-head. He paused with just the knob in her hole. Cool air dried the sweat on her thighs and belly as he rose to his knees. He moved up without driving his cock in. She felt his prick-head twist in her like the ball of a ball and socket joint. Then he let his hips come down, and, in the moment before pleasure tore her thinking to tatters, she understood why he had done it. The feel of his dick levering into' her cunt, driving toward her back, before being channeled by her cunt walls, was enough to drive her mad. The tugging and dragging on her clit sent roaring flames through her. He came down, crunched her clit against the anvil of her pubic bone. Her cunt spasmed around his mammoth dork.
"Hot, and tight, and sweet," he hissed in her ear.
"Fuck me," she whispered, writhing, twisting her clit against his bulk.
He rose, eased his cock out. Then he lowered, rammed his dick back in. She was dragged up a long slope of pleasure, up toward the crest.
He moved harder and quicker. She soared up and up in the glaring morning sun as his pecker stroked her cunt and her clit was pounded and rubbed. The chaise groaned and complained as his hips humped between her gaping thighs and she twisted and heaved against his thrusts. Sweat smeared their bodies as they baked and fucked in the sun.
"Oh, God!" she wailed, feeling her cumming surging toward her like a tidal wave. "God, I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"
He drove into her, deeper and deeper. She felt his cock expand and then contract. Something hot, like a pencil point, poked at the end of her cunt. Thick, burning jizz darted against her twat walls as his cock spurted again and again and again and again. Every explosion of jizz in her cunt sent convulsive waves raging through her.
She began to quiver as her cumming soared higher. She felt the thick cream from his spouting dick glut her twat, seep into every crevice of her body. Pleasure ran through her like fire. She was reduced to quivering helplessness by the ecstasy incinerating her.
She clutched him as her cumming began to fade and realized with shock that it was almost over. It was so good it had to end, of course. She felt the spasmings of his dick fading within her, felt his cock begin to shrivel as her pleasure began to drop back from that unbelievable peak. Together, they slid back down to the earthbound reality of the overburdened chaise, the hard hot sun, the gurgle and slap of the water in the pool. She was aware of the slick sweat between them, and the slow trickle of cum down her ass. She felt aches and pains in muscles never used before, in crushed breasts and scraped labia.
"Oh, Baby," he whispered, nibbling hot, loving kisses over her sweating face.
"Oh, Daddy," she replied. Tenderly, she reached up and brushed his hair back off his forehead.
After snuggling and kissing until their lust had faded and his cock had shrunk, he eased up off her.
With a groan, she took his hand and let him help her up. Then they made their way to the edge of the pool, and, still hand in hand, stepped off into the cool blue depths.
Water invaded her pussy as she went down, swept away the last vestiges of pain from her torn cherry. She didn't see the twisting curl of virgin blood that was swept to nothingness by the chill currents.
Standing chin-deep in the water they snuggled and hugged. Then, her hands linked behind his neck, her hips thrust forward against his, she smiled into his serious blue eyes. "Thank you, Daddy."
For a moment he stared at her. Then he swept her into his arms and carried her to the shallow end of the pool and laid her on the hot deck. She let him play with her body, stroke her breasts, fondle her cunt. He lay beside her. She clutched his cock as her lust soared higher and higher. Finally, unable to take any more, she rolled toward him and squirmed onto his hard body. Slithering sinuously, she wormed his dick into her slit. His hips pushed and she wriggled down, and his cock slowly burrowed its way into her as if it had already memorized the path. Bending" her knees, she heaved herself up and felt his dick lever in her socket.
"Is it okay, Daddy?" she asked.
"Oh, Baby! Is it ever okay," he sighed. He reached up and his hands slid over her breasts, lifted and weighed the swaying globes as she rose and fell on the pogo stick of his dick. By leaning over she was able to see his veined cock emerging from her shiny hole. Then she would come back down, and her soft red muff, all twisted and kinky and stringy, would tangle and mesh with his thick, black, wiry bush as his cock-head jammed against the end of her cunt.
She kept rising and falling, kept feeling his pecker stroking the walls of her vagina. Her pleasure boiled higher with every stroke. It was as if his cock and her cunt were a bellows for the flames of their lust. He pinched and tortured her breasts, rolled and tugged the jutting, perky tits. His big fingers sank into the tender softness of her boobs, mashed them against her ribs as she leaned against him.
She kept pumping, kept jacking herself closer and closer to the firing point.
"Wait!" he ordered suddenly. She froze with his cock full depth, and felt it spasm in her twat, right on the verge of erupting. She held still, and willed her cunt walls not to twitch.
"Okay," he hissed.
Then she moved, and began to climb again, up and up and up toward her cumming. She fumbled in her cunt with two fingers and felt how his cock fitted into her hole. She found her clit and pinched it and rubbed it, sent herself soaring off into space. She bounced on him, quicker, and harder, and more eagerly, until at last she felt him heave upward under her, and hold her full weight on the cock in her cunt. His balls hosed her innards with a steaming load. Her cunt walls spasmed with delight at the searing flood. She felt the overflow cream down around his: dick and spill out of her and flood her already sodden folds.
When his cock stopped jumping in her and he sank back down to the deck, she let her body go limp and stretched forward on top of him. She began chirping wordless little sounds of love as his hands stroked her sleek, sweating back and his cock faded inside her.
Half an hour later, feeling his semen dribbling down her bare thighs, she was puttering around the kitchen, fixing them both sandwiches. Beer, formerly a forbidden beverage, was bubbling through her veins.
Finally, as they finished their lunch she managed to ask the question that had been nagging her. "Why did you and Mom get a divorce?"
For a long time he just sat there, sweeping the condensation off his beer with his thumb. "Believe it or not," he said at last, "it was because of what we just did."
"WHAT?"
He didn't meet her eyes. "I wanted you, desperately. I tried to deny it, to avoid it, to suppress it. But I couldn't, quite."
"So, you ran away?" .
He nodded. "You know how your mother is about sex."
"Yeah," Cindy said bitterly. "Uptight."
"Think how she must feel about incest."
"Bad, huh?"
"What would the slang be? The pits."
"She threw you out," Cindy sighed sadly.
"No! I left, of my own free will. I didn't want to hurt her. But don't get the idea you were the only cause. Sex was the basic trouble."
"But you were married to her for fifteen years!"
"Somewhere along the line, something happened. Your mother changed, or maybe I changed. Anyway, I wanted things, sex-wise, and she wouldn't do them. She just got more and more uptight about it until something had to give. In the end, she wouldn't even let me touch her."
Cindy refrained from reporting things had evidently changed some since then. Her mother sure let Ted touch her. "And Linda?"
Her father's face lit up. "She's-well-there doesn't seem to be anything she won't try. Any time, anywhere, she's ready to go. I mean, with your mother even skinny dipping was out. Linda and I have been to nude beaches together, made love in every conceivable way in places you wouldn't even dream of."
He looked up and met his daughter's eyes. "If your mother ever found out about this, it would kill her."
Cindy wondered if that were really true. She didn't voice the thought. "How would Linda feel about it?"
He took a final swallow of beer and crushed the can. "I don't know. I don't think it would be the end of the world for her. I think she'd regard it more as a-a challenge from another woman rather than a perversion."
"Incest," Cindy mused, somehow uninfluenced by the taboo behind the word. "You don't seem to find it horrible."
He shrugged. "I tried to see it your mother's way, but I couldn't. So I left."
"Maybe she's changed," Cindy ventured.
"It's too late now, for either of us," he pointed out. "We've both remarried."
-"Yeah," Cindy sighed. She thought of her stepfather, and the way she had seen him fucking her mother. She thought, too, of how he looked at her sometimes, and the germ of an idea formed in her mind.
"Anyway, we'd better both play it very cool," he warned. "Linda might not take kindly to our ah-activities."
"Yeah," Cindy agreed. "She'd probably kick me out."
"Or she might tell your mother, and then we'd really have trouble!"
"So, what do we do? Pretend it never happened?" Cindy asked, not pleased with the idea.
"We just have to be careful. We'll take our opportunities as they come."
"Will they come?" Cindy asked.
"Linda and Caroline have a weekly date. It isn't much, but maybe that's best' he answered. "That way you won't get hung up on me."
Cindy was amused by the display of masculine ego. "Okay, mom's the word," she agreed. She fingered her pussy enticingly, and watched his cock lift its head. "Now come here and fuck me, Daddy."
In minutes she had his lovely big dick deep in her body for the third time, and was soaring upward on a tide of incestuous lust. She wondered if her idea would work, if she could get her father and mother back together.
Meanwhile, she would spend the summer learning sex from her father ... if his new wife didn't interfere. She let his dick pump her up to a glittering orgasm. Then he gushed a third creamy load into her so-recently virgin cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
"Sorry I have to go to work," Cindy's father apologized. "But it'll give you two a chance to get to know each other better."
Cindy regarded the prospect with a mixture of relief and worry. After nearly a full day of screwing, she and her father had managed to conceal their new relationship reasonably well ...
she hoped. Her father being gone would ease the strain of trying to avoid showing her true feelings for him. But a full day alone with Linda was still a bit nervous-making.
"Bye, Daddy," she said, giving him a chaste, daughterly kiss on the cheek.
"Bye, Baby," he responded. His pat conveyed a world of emotion.
"Bye, Darling," Linda said.
The kiss the scantily clad woman gave him was everything that Cindy wanted to give him. When Linda pulled away, the aroused points of her tits were plainly evident beneath her sheer shortie pajama top. Chuck gave his wife and daughter each a fond, hot look, then went out the door.
Cindy stared at her second cup of coffee and slowly stirred in the sugar and cream. She heard the car start and then recede into the distance.
"Love that man!" Linda said lustily as she put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher.
"Let me help," Cindy said, her guilt driving her.
"No, you sit there," Linda answered. "We'll put you to work in a day or so. This is nothing."
Cindy subsided and savored her coffee. It was another thing that wasn't allowed at home. She felt very grown up here, with her father and stepmother. Pop's attitude toward their new sexual relationship eased her worries on that score, too. The fact that it was incest didn't bother him in the least. And he didn't seem terribly concerned about what would happen if Linda found out about it, though he had admitted it could cause some problems.
"Aren't you awful hot in that outfit?" Linda asked, breaking into Cindy's musings.
"I hadn't thought about it," Cindy answered, looking down at the flannel nightie and the heavy robe she was wearing over it. She didn't usually bother with the robe at home, but hadn't wanted to be too daring after what had happened with Pop.
Linda stripped her pajama top up and off and tossed it over by the washing machine. Then she stretched luxuriously. Her breasts rose and shifted with the swing of her arms. "I'm a firm believer in being naked," Linda noted. Then she skinned the filmy panties down and kicked them over with the top.
Cindy tried not to stare, but couldn't help taking careful stock of her stepmother's petite, trim body. Linda was as evenly tanned as Pop was, though not as darkly. It was more sort of a golden glow on her delicately freckled skin. Her light-brown pussy hair almost blended right in. The color of Linda's pubic hair con firmed Cindy's suspicion about Linda bleaching her hair.
Cindy felt a little dowdy sitting there in a robe and long granny gown. And Linda was right, it was hot. Cindy started by shrugging out of the robe. Still feeling warm and smothered, she gathered her courage, told herself it was just another woman after all, and stood up to strip the nightgown off over her head.
"By the way," Linda noted as Cindy disappeared under the gown, "if you're looking for your bathing suit it's in our bathroom."
Cindy froze. "Oh?"
"Though why you'd want to wear it after skinny dipping yesterday I don't know," Linda went on calmly.
Cindy felt her face flushing as she dropped the nightgown. She felt more naked with Linda than she had with her own father. The fact that Linda knew of the nude frolicking made Cindy's insides curdle with fear.
Linda finished cleaning up and wiped her hands on a towel. "I'm for a swim this morning. How about it?"
"Uh, yeah, sure!" Cindy agreed. She followed Linda out to the pool. Her insides tingled at the feeling of being naked outdoors. She just wasn't used to wandering around nude this way. Part of her arousal the night she had watched her mother and stepfather making love had been because she had been so daringly naked out in the hall. Now, here, she was out in the fresh air, with the sun stroking her bare breasts, and nothing but blue sky overhead.
"Brrrr," Linda said after swimming awhile, "I'd better tell Chuck to tum the pool heater up."
"I kind of like it cold," Cindy noted. "Makes the sun feel even warmer." Already out of the water and sunning herself dry, Cindy was on her stomach on the chaise. The sun was baking her pale ass. She tried to avoid thinking of what she had done yesterday on this same lounge. Just thinking of the way her father's dick had torn into her cunt made her crotch sizzle with horniness.. With no chance at similar ecstasy for a week, she tried not to trigger her lust by thinking about it.
"If you don't get some lotion on that tail of yours it's going to be red as a beet," Linda pointed out.
Cindy started to sit up. "Oh, yeah. Gee."
"Relax, I'll do it," Linda said., Cindy felt a twinge of concern at this idea, but didn't want to seem ungrateful or prudish. She lay back down and felt the rough webbing scrape her bare tits. The touch of Linda's hands on her butt startled her, made her ass cheeks tense. The memory of what a similar oiling with her father had started made her pussy clench and seep.
"You have a beautiful body," Linda noted. Her fingers were strong and firm as they kneaded Cindy's ass.
"Kind of chubby," Cindy countered modestly.
"Hardly that," Linda answered. "Baby fat, maybe, but that'll go away. I can see why your father loves you so and wanted to see you again."
Cindy felt a chill of fear and wondered if Pop had told Linda the real reason for the divorce. If she already suspected there were incestuous desires between father and daughter, Cindy and her dad would have to be even more careful.
Linda's hands were getting very insolent on Cindy's ass. They probed the crack, then worked on the backs of the upper thighs. Cindy felt a hot tickle from the probing and kneading. She started to tell Linda that was enough, but somehow the words didn't get out.
"I can see why he's wanted you for so long," Linda went on with a casualness that didn't quite ring true. "Matter of fact, I have to admit, I'm kind of drawn to you, too."
Cindy went cold with fear, and hot at the thought of what Linda was suggesting. When Linda pried down between her thighs and touched her pussy, Cindy felt a hot, unexpected flare of horniness. Thoughts of Lesbianism scampered through her head, bringing fear with them.
"I hope it was as good as you had dreamed it would be," Linda went on softly, her fingers insolently exploring Cindy's pussy and anal area.
"What?" Cindy couldn't believe Linda meant what she meant.
"Don't go all innocent on me," Linda responded surprisingly, without anger. "Two dry bathing suits on the deck, a chaise with webbing that's been stretched clear to the deck, and you two trying not to look at each other all evening."
Cindy didn't know what to say, so said nothing. It seemed useless to try to deny everything. Adding to Cindy's confusion was the way Linda was probing her steaming twat and stroking her butt. Cindy tried not to react, but her body betrayed her, responded quickly. Her pussy pulsed and swelled lustily as she slid her legs apart. Finally, she had to say something, do something. She pushed Linda's hands away and rolled over on the chaise. Linda was on her knees on the deck beside the lounge.
Cindy studied Linda carefully, tried to read her stepmother's expression. There didn't seem to be any anger. There was a glow deep in Linda's dark eyes that made Cindy's insides heat up. Linda let her gaze wander down over Cindy's body. She lingered on her breasts and her pussy.
"Lovely," Linda breathed softly.
"What are you going to do about-about Daddy and me?" Cindy asked, choking with worry and a feeling she hesitated to give a name to. Linda's body drew Cindy's gaze. The bleached blonde's firm, tanned breasts made Cindy want to reach out and touch them for some reason.
"Better get some lotion on those gorgeous breasts of yours, too," Linda said, not answering Cindy's question.
Cindy started to try to stop Linda, then froze as Linda's hands closed on her soft, pale jugs. Cindy felt her nipples respond with insolent eagerness. Linda's firm, slender fingers sank deep in Cindy's soft globes, then pinched the jutting, perky tips. The lust on Linda's face was very obvious now.
"I don't mind you and your father making it," Linda said softly. "What I won't stand for is to be excluded by the two of you."
Cindy's chest was aching with building lust, a lust that she was trying to deny, to fight down. Her naked thighs squirmed against each other sensuously in spite of the fact she kept telling them not to.
"God you're a sweet, tempting morsel," Linda whispered hoarsely. "And a wanton, too, I'll bet."
Cindy wanted to deny it, but her throat closed on the words like they were a hard lump. Her fingers curled as she fought the raging fires that Linda's hands on her breasts were building in her loins.
"After all," Linda mused, sounding as if she were talking as much to herself as to Cindy, "if incest doesn't stop you..." Her voice trailed off.
Then, before Cindy could react, if she could have, Linda leaned forward and her lips closed on one pink berry-bud tit. Cindy jerked at the touch of the other woman's mouth on her tit, then moaned as a hot tongue stroked the aroused nubbin while lips and teeth sucked and nipped the tender flesh. Cindy's hands went to Linda's head. Instead of pushing the other woman away, she clutched Linda's pale-blonde hair and pressed the eager, sucking mouth to the swollen, aroused mound.
Linda pulled away from Cindy's tit. Cindy's blue eyes met Linda's brown ones, and the message flashed between them like a lightning bolt. Linda leaned farther forward and her lips found Cindy's. Her tongue drove between Cindy's lips, sent the young girl's lust roaring upward. Cindy felt the hot softness of Linda's left breast against her fight one, and the sensation triggered unbelievable spasms in her guts. Cindy's hand came up to stroke Linda's naked body, to curl around Linda's right breast and weigh and fondle the soft, yielding globe. Cindy felt her own boob being kneaded as the sucking, tasting, lust-drenched kiss between her and her stepmother went on and on and on.
Without breaking the kiss or the mutual breast grasp, Linda slid up onto the lounge beside Cindy. She parted Cindy's willing thighs with a knee, and Cindy felt wiry pubic hair scratch her legs. Her hips heaved upward and she ground her cunt against her stepmother's sleek, firm thigh. A roaring wave of lust exploded over Cindy as she indulged her homosexual passion. Linda squirmed onto her, and breasts mashed against breasts. Cindy felt Linda's aroused nipples striking fire against her own turgid tits. Cindy's legs, satin smooth and feminine and sleek, tangled with Linda's.
Cindy clutched Linda, felt Linda's hands grabbing her own flesh, hard. Cindy humped her cunt against Linda's thigh, ground her clit against the other woman's leg, sent her pleasure higher and higher and higher.
Through the flames of her lust, Cindy was aware of Linda's twat grinding and scraping her thigh. Reaching down, Cindy touched Linda's firm ass. Squeezing the bobbing globes, Cindy tried to help her stepmother mangle her cunt against her thigh. Cindy drove her leg upward between Linda's, drove it hard against her pussy. Her own lust soaring toward the breaking point, Cindy desperately battled to send Linda to that glittering crest.
Cindy began to cum. It was a slow, raging fire of a cumming that incinerated all lingering fears and regrets that were lurking in the corners of her mind. As they clutched each other under the morning sun, Cindy was foggily aware of Linda moaning hornily, and of Linda's lithe muscles convulsing orgasmically.
"Oh, my, you are a lusty one," Linda sighed wearily after they had both settled back from their cumming.
Cindy was still aghast that Linda had figured out so easily what had happened the previous day. Now, with the unexpected facet of her own sexuality unlocked, Cindy was left totally bewildered. "My God," was all she managed.
"You're not going to go all guilt-ridden on me now, are you?" Linda said, raising up to gaze down at her stepdaughter, who was still lying under her. "No," Cindy said, a little surprised at herself. "I'm just stunned, I guess. It's a bit much to take all at once. I mean, you knowing about Daddy and me.. "
"I anticipated it as soon as I knew you were coming for a visit," Linda said.
"And now you and me," Cindy went on. "I didn't think you were a Lesbian. I didn't think I was, either."
"I'm not, and neither are you," Linda said calmly. "At most we are bisexuals. I'm sure both of us prefer a cock when we can get one. But we aren't going to pass up this, either." She humped her cunt against Cindy by way of demonstration.
"It's hot," Cindy complained. She was a little uncomfortable with the conversation and her stepmother's weight on her.
"I'm for the pool," Linda responded, rolling lithely to her feet.
Cindy let the water wash away the sweat while she gathered her thoughts. "Before I even got here you expected Daddy and me to uh-make it?"
Linda nodded. She was drifting on her back. Her breasts were rolling gently on the surface. "Uh-huh. I know my husband. I could see the fire in his eyes whenever he talked about you. And when he learned for sure you were coming for the summer he gave me a fucking that practically split me up the middle."
"Oh." Cindy mulled this over.
"We've been married long enough that I know when he's fucking me and when he's fucking a memory or a dream," Linda went on.
"But doesn't it upset you?" Cindy asked, unable to believe it didn't.
"Not so long as it doesn't cut me out," Linda answered.
Cindy hauled herself up on the edge of the pool and sat with her feet dangling in the water. Leaning back, she let the sun burn down on her naked tits. Then she spread her thighs and let the rays warm her pussy.
"There's enough here for all of us," Linda went on. "And, in two months you'll be going back home to Miss Tight Twat--and leaving me with a lusty eager man. I must say, though, that after this morning, I'm going to miss you, too."
"Mom's not a tight twat," Cindy said defensively.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," Linda apologized, steadying herself in the water by grasping Cindy's knees.
"Maybe she used to be that way with Dad," Cindy said. "But she isn't with Ted. I can tell you that for sure."
"Oh? You can?"
Cindy realized she had revealed more than she meant to. "I-uh-saw them making it once. He was doing something..."Her voice trailed off as she recalled what she had seen.
"What was he doing?" Linda asked softly. Cindy was trying to figure out exactly what he had been doing. "He had his head between her thighs," she answered vaguely.
Linda eased forward and spread Cindy's legs as she moved up between them. "Like this?" she asked, easing her face toward Cindy's pussy.
"Uh, yeah, sort of," Cindy agreed, feeling a hot flare of horniness as she glanced down at Linda. Linda was staring into her crotch.
"You have a beautiful pussy," Linda noted. The touch of her fingers on Cindy's soft labia sent a hot wave through the teenage girl. Without thinking, Cindy eased her ass to the edge of the pool.
"Beautiful enough to want to eat," Linda added. Cindy felt the other woman's hot breath on her aroused cunt.
"Would you like to know what it's like? Want to feel what he was doing to your mother?" Linda asked, looking up past the generous thrust of Cindy's bare jugs.
"Uh-huh," Cindy assented, her gut tightening with excitement. She suddenly recalled the taste of her own pussy juices on her fingers. Her mouth watered.
Linda parted Cindy's cunt lips. Cindy felt chill air burn her hypersensitive membranes. Linda blew on Cindy's aroused folds, wrung a soft moan out of her as a wave of ecstasy splashed her nerves. Looking down at Linda's face, at her excitement, brought a surge of affection for her stepmother.
Linda's tongue reached out, combed through Cindy's pussy. Cindy moaned again at the wash of pleasure. And all Linda had touched was the curling twists of her muff! As Linda's tongue licked out again, Cindy braced herself for another jolt.
This time Linda stroked the inner side of Cindy's outer cunt lips. Flames roared through her again. Her hands slipped on the deck as her body writhed in reaction.
Linda's lips, pursed in a kiss, disappeared into Cindy's snatch. Cindy's muscles went all rubbery as those soft, sucking lips penetrated her, burned a crater in the heart of her brain. There was no time for revulsion or fear or amazement the lust ripped through her so quick and hard. Cindy let her hands slip out and lay slowly back on the hard, sun-hot concrete. Her back was arched by her legs hanging down into the cool water of the pool. Her belly was drawn tight. Her breasts jutted toward the mid-morning sun that was burning her.
Linda's mouth was busy on her pussy, nibbling her juicy folds. A hot velvet stroke parted her inner labia, plowed her furrow. The smooth tip rasped over Cindy's clit, made her buck involuntarily. She was faintly aware of the sting of the sun on her naked breasts, the hardness of the concrete under her back, and the cold water around her legs. She was more aware of Linda resting her arms on her thighs. She felt Linda's breath puffing through her steaming twat. She was being creamed by the sensation of Linda licking her sloppy cunt folds, stroking from the hole of her vagina to the rise of her mons. Linda was striking across the pearl of Cindy's clit with every swipe of her tongue.
Then Linda fastened her lips on Cindy's vagina and drove her tongue deep into the slick tunnel. Cindy felt the walls of her cunt being stroked by the slithery, wormy tip of Linda's tongue as Linda scooped out the creaming waves of juice. Cindy felt her twat react, fountain out still more sticky hot waves for Linda to lap up. Linda's nose was digging into Cindy's upper pussy, pressing Cindy's clit, bringing forth still more creamy waves of goo. Linda squirmed her face in the gooshy gash of Cindy's snatch, drove her tongue deep into Cindy's cunt. It was like a snake slipping down a rat-hole the way Linda's tongue probed her.
Cindy's head rolled from side to side and drops of sweat trickled into her eyes and ran down her ribs as she writhed on the hard-deck. She felt cold twists of Linda's wet hair tickling her naked thighs while Linda's, hot mouth worked over her blazing cunt. Linda was stroking the walls of her vagina with her tongue, swirling it around, curling it, scooping out yet another thick gush of juice.
Reaching down, Cindy clutched Linda's head, tangled her fingers in the wet, blonde strings. Linda dragged her mouth away from Cindy's vagina. Cindy shuddered as hot lips nibbled up along her pulpy folds. The lips circled her clit. Cindy moaned in anticipation.
Linda sucked, and Cindy felt her clit tug upwards like a nipple. Hot lips clamped around the base of her love-berry, grasped the short stalk. Cindy's gut writhed.
Linda's tongue stroked Cindy's clit and Cindy felt electricity sear her nerve paths. The tongue stroked, pressed and pinched the mini-penis, squeezed pleasure juice from it. And that juice, boiling hot, ran in rivers through Cindy's already seething body.
As the sun baked her naked flesh, the flames from her gut rendered her consciousness down to a sizzling puddle. She wasn't even aware of the individual sensations, of the lips and tongue and teeth on her swollen pussy meat. All feelings were swirling together in an incandescent cloud of total pleasure.
"Awwwww, I'm cumming!" Cindy wailed at the sky as Linda sucked and tongued and chewed her clit. Cindy's gut knotted. She doubled up, clamped her thighs around Linda's head, and tried to jam Linda's face up into her body through the gash at her groin. Then, with a moan she collapsed, limp and drained, and felt Linda slip away from her and sink into the water.
With a final heave that exhausted her completely, Cindy rolled off the deck into the cool, embracing pool. The shock of the chilly water made her gasp, and also made her tits stiffen sharply. They had only been relaxed about a minute.
"That was unbelievable," Cindy sighed as she floated, paddling slowly.
"It's been said that no one knows what pleases a woman so Well as another woman," Linda mused.
"Well, it was better than any fuck I ever had," Cindy said.
Linda laughed. "You're young yet."
Cindy flushed. "Did you-like doing it?"
"I liked giving you pleasure," Linda said. "And the taste wasn't bad."
"I tasted my own stuff once, on my fingers," Cindy admitted. "I kind of liked it."
"Would you be willing to do me?" Linda asked. Cindy had the feeling she had almost added that it would be only fair.
"I don't know how," Cindy said hesitantly.
"You know what I did, don't you?" Linda asked.
"Uh.yeah."
"Monkey see, monkey do."
"Okay," Cindy agreed, her insides curling up in anticipation.
Linda hauled herself up on the edge of the pool. It was shallow enough for Cindy to stand. Linda positioned her butt right on the edge and spread her legs wide apart, revealed every square inch of her brown-muffed pussy. Cindy felt a surge of desire as Linda leaned back. Her breasts jutted upward, her trim body was gracefully straight. Pushing through the water, Cindy moved toward her goal. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting her stepmother's juicy cunt.
Tantalizingly, Cindy slid her hands up Linda's sleek thighs. She loved the feel of the satin skin. Then she pressed gently against the soft labia, felt their heat and moistness, the wiry hair. Parting the outer lips was like opening the gates of a whole new world. The inner folds were pink and shining wet already. The puckered orifice of Linda's cunt was surrounded by soft ruffles. Just above that, nearly invisible, was the dimpled gate of her pisser. The labia came to a peak just over that. And there, under that little hood, just like she had seen in her own twat, was the pearly little nubbin of Linda's clit.
Cindy leaned forward and inhaled, drew in a deep lungful of Linda's sex scent. Her innards twisting tight with horniness, Cindy tortured both herself and Linda by holding back.
Then she couldn't resist any longer and she reached out, and flicked Linda's hot tissues with the tip of her tongue. The taste was every bit as pleasant as she had expected. Slowly and lovingly, Cindy stroked her tongue through the slippery folds. She didn't concentrate on any one spot, just lapped from the bottom to the top of Linda's hair-fringed snatch.
Linda gave a throaty moan of pleasure. Cindy knew the woman was watching the act, and finding pleasure in the sight of it as much as the feel. Deliberately, Cindy tipped her head so Linda could see her expression of pleasure as she licked Linda's slick membranes.
Cindy fought the urge as long as she could, but curiosity and desire finally overwhelmed her, drove her to probe her tongue into Linda's cunt. As she did, Cindy wondered if Linda and her father had made love that morning. The knowledge that she might be tasting some of her father's cum, along with her stepmother's cream, made Cindy's pussy drool into the chilly pool. Pressing her face into Linda's snatch, Cindy dug her tongue deep into Linda's hot, slick channel. Knowing that her nose , was on Linda's clit, Cindy pushed down and squirmed her head back and forth, felt the pearly protrusion writhe against the hard pubic arch.
A hot, sticky flood of juice streamed over Cindy's tongue. Her belly knotting with hunger, she scooped up the oozings and swirled them around in her mouth before diving back into the rippled channel for a second helping.
Pushing her tongue into the velvet funnel as far as she could, Cindy wiggled the tip of it against the rippled walls. Linda clutched at her tongue with her cunt muscles. Cindy flailed the walls with her tongue tip. Linda's fingers tangled in Cindy's hair. Cindy let her mouth be wedged still further into Linda's gaping crotch.
Linda's legs swirled in the water as Cindy ate her streaming cunt. Cindy decided it was time to give full payment, and reluctantly dragged her mouth away from Linda's vagina, sought the pleasure center higher up her slit. Cindy chewed her way through Linda's pulpy folds until she felt the ruffles close into a peak. Her nose snuffling into Linda's pale-brown muff, Cindy's lips found the squirmy little mountain of Linda's clit.
Linda bucked against her face as Cindy sucked the little knot of nerves into her mouth. Moving her jaw sideways Cindy gently tormented Linda's pulpy flesh. Clamping her lips around it, Cindy pinched it, then tongued it. She felt a searing flood of juice stream over her chin, and rammed it into Linda's vulva.
Linda rolled and heaved as Cindy ate and ate her fountaining twat. Cindy kept sucking and tonguing Linda's clit. She was driven by a crazy horny flame in her cunt. She kept remembering the sensations that had lashed her because of Linda's skilled mouthing, and felt her cunt spasming in the cool water. Cindy found herself roaring upward toward a cum without any stimulation of her twat at all-just the mental ecstasy of eating out her wanton, willing stepmother.
"Awwww Jesus, I'm cumming," Linda groaned, and her legs lifted and clamped around Cindy's ears. Cindy ground .her face into Linda's streaming gash, sucked and tongued Linda's clit as convulsion after convulsion racked them both.
Cindy didn't back off until she was being pushed away by her totally exhausted stepmother. Then Cindy fell into the cool water and ducked her head to wash the spit and cum off her lips, cheeks and chin, and sluice the sweat off her forehead. She rose to the surface to find that Linda was still sprawled on her back on the deck. Her legs were gaping wide apart and her pussy was a sopping, twisted kinky mass of cum and spit.
Linda's chest rose and fell, and ever few seconds a shudder racked her tight gut. Finally, she rolled over and sat up, then slipped into the water. She came to Cindy and they clung to each other lovingly, pressed their naked bodies together in the cool water. Linda kissed Cindy tenderly as their legs tangled and their breasts dueled.
"I have the feeling," Linda said a few minutes later as she handed Cindy a beer in the cool kitchen, "that it is going to be quite a summer. For all of us."
Cindy nodded her agreement. "How do you think Daddy's going to feel about what we've been doing?"
Linda smiled a soft, wicked smile. "He's pretty broad-minded."
"You mean you think he'll-enjoy it?" Cindy asked.
"Some men find women making love exciting," Linda explained. "I think your father is one of them."
"You've made love with women before, haven't you?" Cindy asked, already sure of the answer.
Linda laughed. "Caroline and I aren't quite the culture hounds we make out to be."
"Does Daddy know?"
"No, but he's going to catch on sooner or later."
"Wish the summer would never end," Cindy sighed.
"What's your mother like, anyway?" Linda asked.
"She's really nice," Cindy answered. "And I do love her. It's just that she's kind of strict. Especially about sex."
"I thought you said she was loosening up."
"Well, she is, with Ted, my stepfather, I guess. I mean, they do make love, and he did uh, eat her out, too. She seemed to like it."
"Glad to hear it."
"She doesn't like to talk about sex."
"Shy?" Linda suggested.
"Inhibited."
"Well, never can tell what changes time will bring. How about some lunch and a nap?
Late that afternoon, when the car pulled into the drive, they were lying in the shade, nude, talking lazily.
CHAPTER FOUR
A tingle of excitement ripped through Cindy as her father's gaze swept first his beautiful, naked wife, then her. There was no mistaking the hot glow in his eyes, the way they lingered on breasts and pussies. There was a stirring beneath his trousers. His cock was lifting its head, seeking to escape its dark confinement and get a look of its own.
Cindy and Linda had agreed they wouldn't say anything about what they had done. They had also decided not to reveal that Linda knew about the incest. Linda had suggested that they both be nude when he came home from work, and just wait and see what happened.
Cindy knew what was going to happen. But she didn't know when it was going to happen or to which of them first. She tried to look casual as she lay on the lounge.
"Hi, Darling," Linda greeted him, lifting a languid hand in a gentle wave.
"Hi, Daddy," Cindy chimed in, feeling her tits stiffen eagerly as he looked her over again.
"Well, I see you've gotten my daughter into the spirit of things quickly," Chuck noted.
"She's an apt pupil," Linda said. "Must have inherited it from her father. Anyway, dress for supper is optional tonight."
"Why? It's not that hot," Chuck noted.
"Sunburn," Cindy answered, indicating the pink flush on her breasts. "I can't even put on a bra."
"Poor Baby! Does it hurt much?" Chuck asked.
Cindy grinned. "You could kiss it and make it well, the way you used to when I was little."
"I hate to be a nonconformist," her father said, turning toward the house. "If you two lushes left me any beer I'd appreciate it. I'll be out in a minute."
"Plenty of beer in the refrigerator," Linda called after him.
" He was back in seconds, rather than minutes. His cock, bobbing like a heavy lance, led the way. He might be used to nudity, Cindy mused, but evidently something about the sight of two naked women brought on a hard-on.
He paused by Linda, stood over her as he gulped down his beer. Linda reached up and delicately tickled his swaying cock, stroked the underside from base to tip. "And I used to think you carried your heart on your sleeve."
Cindy bit back a giggle. Her father almost choked on his beer. The sight of his rigid cock was making her pussy drip. She squirmed her legs together sensuously as heat flickered through her belly.
"I need a swim," he said, turning away. His cock flicked a gleaming drop of pre-cum through the air. It sparkled in the afternoon sun.
"I've got a better plunge you could take, Darling," Linda said.
"You know how I feel about teases," Chuck growled, turning his back on her.
Linda squirmed provocatively on the chaise. "I'm not teasing," she stated. "Now come here. You haven't kissed me yet."
Wary and horny, Chuck gave Cindy a worried glance, and bent over Linda. She lifted her lips to his with warm sensuousness. She arched her back, thrust out her breasts. Their mouths touched, and her hand rose, slowly curled around the jutting shaft of his dork. Cindy's guts steamed as she watched the kiss.
Her hand itched to feel that hot, hard tower of meat in its grasp, and her pussy was squirming with hunger.
Experimentally, becoming more certain of what was to come, Chuck slid his hand up Linda's side, over the thrust of her warm, tanned boob. His thumb stroked the erect tit, made the tumescent nubbin squirm and bounce.
Linda stroked his thrusting hard-on, smeared the demanding tower with his seepings, made it gleam. It swelled and pulsed with arousal. Her fingers slid over the purple knob as she painted him with his juices. His legs shook as, without breaking the kiss, he lowered himself to the edge of the lounge.
Cindy adjusted her chair upward so she could watch the action. She was as quiet as possible. Her belly sizzled with excitement at the foreplay. She moved one hand up, fondled her own heavy breasts. Her other slipped into the steamy nook of her pussy.
Chuck pulled back from the kiss, and shot his daughter a quick glance. Linda whispered something to him. His lips mashed down on hers again, hard, and his hand groped for her brown twat. Her slender, tanned legs parted for his exploration. Cindy's hips rolled right along with her stepmother's as she watched her father's fingers slip into the slit. The same slit that she had so recently probed with her tongue.
Chuck squirmed, stretched out beside Linda. His wife twisted to make room for him. The aluminum chaise protested the double weight. Linda was half on her side, facing him, and incidentally, Cindy. Linda had her leg raised high and her knee bent to give him total access to her aroused pussy. Chuck parted his own legs, and Cindy saw Linda's fingers fondling her father's balls in their hairy sac. Then Linda stroked his cock some more, tugged at it as if trying to drag it to her cunt.
Chuck slipped one finger deep into Linda's crotch as Cindy looked on, and slid a finger into her own pussy. Linda humped against Chuck's hand as he fucked his finger slowly in and out of her streaming slit. Cindy's blood boiled as she finger-fucked herself. Her legs were spread frog-wide.
It was like what she had seen her mother and stepfather doing, only more arousing, because Linda and Chuck knew she was there. They were giving her a show, and loving it. The wanton exhibitionism of it made Cindy's blood boil. Obviously, the cat, or the pussy, was being let out of the bag. After this there could be no holds barred among the three of them.
Linda pulled Chuck's cock to her cunt. He yielded. Cindy struggled up off her lounge so she could see better. She watched as he nestled the purple knob of his dork into Linda's brown-muffed nest. Cindy's cunt spasmed ravenously as he rammed his towering cock into Linda's tunnel. Linda responded with an animal moan that raised Cindy's hackles.
Pinned together by Chuck's cock, the couple lay locked in a motionless, tight embrace. Cindy saw the way his dick drilled between Linda's labia, parted the soft folds, glutted her tunnel. Linda folded her leg up along Chuck's side. The move drew her butt tight, displayed the crease of her cunt and the dusky pucker of her ass-hole. Chuck's cock looked like it was going to split her wide open.
As Cindy watched, Chuck drew his shining, wet cock out and drilled it back in. Cindy's guts flared hot as she watched her father's mammoth piston stroking into Linda's cylinder. Linda grabbed Chuck's tanned ass as he drew his cock out and slid it in a second time. Her fingers pried between his ass cheeks, dug into his rear crack as he stroked his cock in her streaming slit.
Chuck grabbed Linda's ass as he rammed into her. Cindy wriggled and squirmed, drove a second finger into her hungry pussy. Chuck's fingers were groping blindly around in Linda's ass. He touched his cock where it entered her cunt. Cindy saw him hold his pecker as he drew the slippery cylinder out and then drove it back in. Then he fingered the bud of Linda's ass-hole. Linda growled deep in her throat. She poked at his shitter, and he pried at hers. As Cindy watched he wedged the tip of his finger into the tight puckery ring. Cindy's innards twisted into a tight, hot, agonizing knot as she watched her father push his finger into his wife's ass-hole.
Linda's hand was just as busy. Cindy saw the first joint of Linda's longest finger slip out of sight into her father's ass-hole. Something about the sight made Cindy's ass itch for attention. Hesitantly, not daring to go as far as the couple on the chaise were, she fingered her bung.
Linda had sunk her finger in Chuck's ass up to the second joint now. Chuck had thrust his even farther into Linda's ass-hole. As Cindy watched, he twisted and screwed the full length of his longest, biggest finger into Linda's crapper. And at the same time he kept stroking his cock in and out of her dripping cunt.
Cindy was a fiery ball of frustration as she watched the wanton fuck. She had two fingers jammed deep into her fountaining, starving pussy. She was pistoning them in and out of her rippled hole. She wanted to tear herself away from the torment of watching, but her lust wouldn't let her.
She saw her father wiggle his finger in Linda's ass-hole, then drag it out and drive it in with a fucking stroke that was in exact opposition to the pistoning of his cock in her cunt. Linda was wiggling her finger in her husband's rear, not drawing it out and digging it in the way he was his.
"Christ, I'm going to cum," Chuck growled as his strokes quickened.
"Cum, you fucker!" Linda snorted lewdly. "Cum like a geyser you incestuous son-of-a-bitch! Cum in me like you cum in your daughter! Cum in me like I'm cumming now!"
Linda's gross urgings seemed to spur Chuck on. He rammed into her hard, jarred her with his thrusts. As Cindy watched, his balls knotted up against the base of his stroking dork, and his butt tightened, squeezed hard. Linda's finger was still busy in his rectum. His cock pulsed like a heart. Cindy could almost feel his steamy spurts in her cunt as he hosed his wife's pussy with thick creamy jizz. His hand was tense, his finger in Linda's ass strained as he poured his stuff into her spasming pussy.
As Cindy watched, a thick, creamy drop of her father's semen seeped from around his still-spasming dork. Slowly, the viscous goo crept down over Linda's ass, smeared the plastic webbing of the chaise. The couple carnally locked on the overloaded lounge quivered. Their muscles strained as they milked the last burning moments of pleasure from their cums. Then they went exhaustedly limp in each other's arms.
Cindy shuddered. Her frustration and horniness were beyond belief. She sighed wearily as the tension drained slowly from her. She ached with hunger. She watched her father slowly draw his finger from Linda's shit-hole and Linda extract hers from his. Chuck's cock, still nestled in the clasp of his wife's pussy, began shrinking visibly as the blood drained from its chambers. His balls slowly settled in their bag, squirmed like blind animals in a gunny sack as they relaxed.
Cindy finally slid back wearily on her lounge and tried to ignore the aching hunger in her cunt. Linda and Chuck were cuddled together in a loving tangle and were murmuring softly to each other as they caught their breath.
"You found out, huh?" Chuck noted when they separated and lay side by side on the chaise.
"If you didn't have the hots for her I'd worry about you," Linda answered. "I figured I'd better count myself in before you two had a chance to count me out."
"You are a wanton wench, aren't you?" he observed affectionately.
"I'll bet there're still some things I can show you," Linda answered.
"Oh, yeah?"
Linda shot Cindy a wink and a grin. "Just you wait, silly man. But right now I think you and I had better both go wash our hands before we get them into other openings."
Cindy was left alone, aching with frustration. Lying on the chaise, toying languidly with her starving cunt, she couldn't avoid thinking Linda had managed to double-cross her. Linda was in washing up after taking a full steaming load, while here she was with nothing to soothe her aching horniness but her hands.
She was still mulling this over bitterly when her father and Linda came out of the house. Cindy ignored them and made no move to stop playing with herself. She had her feet on the deck on opposite sides of the lounge. Her pussy lips were spread wide. She eased two fingers in and out of her sloppy twat with a slow fucking stroke.
"Look at her," Linda commented to Chuck. "Doesn't it just make your mouth water?"
"Makes something water, but it sure as hell isn't my mouth," Cindy's father answered.
"Your dick, my mouth," Linda answered easily. "Poor thing's hornier than hell."
"So, let's help the kid out," Chuck responded.
Cindy kept fingering her pussy as her father and her stepmother flanked her and knelt on opposite sides of her lounge. With her hands in her cunt, her upper arms pressing the sides of her breasts in, she looked from her father on her right, to her stepmother on her left, then back at her father again.
They rested their hands on her naked gut. Cindy shivered at the dual attention and wondered what was coming. Still wantonly spraddle-legged, she began massaging her clit. The exhibitionism of it increased her lust. After years of hiding her body behind layers of clothes, to lie in the open, legs gaping, fondling herself blatantly, made her guts boil with lust.
Linda and Chuck leaned forward. Their lips touched her jutting tits and Cindy moaned. Both nipples were suckled on, hard, and she felt them swelling and stinging from the vacuums. She groaned as two tongues stroked her aroused titties, sent flames washing through her lush body. The stinging sunburn on her bare breasts increased the ecstasy of the swirling tongues, sucking lips, and nipping teeth.
The touch of her father's hand on her gaping thigh made Cindy shudder. Taking her hand away from her pussy on that side, she reached blindly for his pecker. Her fingers curled around his half-hard dork as his fingers kneaded and stroked the soft, tender flesh on the inside of her thigh.
Linda's hand slipped slowly over the curve of Cindy's other thigh, and Cindy whimpered as flames ripped through her. And still the mouths were sucking demandingly on her throbbing boobs. With her father's half-erect dick in one fist, Cindy slipped her other hand down and found Linda's sleek thigh. Slowly, blindly, Cindy eased her hand up until her fingers hit the wiry curls of Linda's muff, then the soft humid bulge of her labia.
Chuck's hand eased along the inside of Cindy's thigh, making her pussy steam in anticipation. He tormented her by avoiding her slit. His fingers teased into the crevice between pussy and thigh. He pressed the soft, pouting cunt lips, tickled through the springy red curls, made her twat feel hot and hungry.
Linda's slender woman's hand joined her husband's heavier one on the outer edges of
Cindy's cunt. Cindy felt her vagina respond, send a hot drizzle down over her ass. With a cock in one hand, a cunt in the other, and two mouths nursing at her aching breasts, Cindy let her brain float away on a sea of lust and love. She felt more desirable and desired than she ever had in her life.
Her father's mouth tugged away from her tit, left it swollen and sopping. Before she could regret the loss, his hand replaced his lips, and pinched and tugged her slick tit, while his mouth traced a series of sucking kisses down her shivering gut. Just as he reached her navel, Linda's mouth sucked off
Cindy's other nipple. Linda's tongue painted hot, wet stripes up Cindy's naked chest, up toward her panting mouth.
Chuck's tongue drove into Cindy's navel like a worm of fire. Cindy's gut convulsed into a tight, raving knot. Just then Linda's mouth fastened on hers, and Cindy's tongue was stroked slowly and sinuously by Linda's. Cindy let her mouth gape wide, invited her stepmother to probe deep into her cheeks.
The cock in Cindy's right hand was hard and hot now, sticky wet with leakings, and with the cum still coating it from the earlier fuck. Cindy's palm stroked over the throbbing rod, felt the hot pulse and eager thrust of the sex tool. She loved the feel of the sticky slippery juices between her fingers and the hot meat.
She loved, too, the feel of Linda's cummy cunt against her other hand. Cindy was plowing Linda's gooey furrow with her fingers, feeling the soft rippled folds of inner tissues. They were coated with man and woman juice.
Surrounded as she was by two aroused adults, the air Cindy was breathing was thick with the scent of sex. Her pussy added to the smell as it was tortured by Chuck's and Linda's fingers. They were still just massaging the soft, hairy outer lips. Cindy's clit was so swollen and distended she had ihe feeling it was going to burst if it wasn't stimulated soon. There was a basketball-sized knot of pure horniness in her belly.
Chuck slipped a finger between her cunt lips, and drove it straight up into her hole. The sudden thrust wrenched a hair-raising moan from her. Flames roared up from her pussy. Linda's hand moved, slid over her husband's, and then a second squirming finger was sliding into Cindy's pussy.
Cindy wailed as the two fingers wriggled deep into her rippled hole. A heavy palm pressed down on her throbbing, aching clit. Her father's tongue was still reaming her belly button. So many erotic nerves were being stimulated Cindy was no longer able to keep them straight. All the sensations were blending into a whirlwind swirl of pleasure.
Then Chuck drew his mouth and tongue away from her navel. His teeth nipped at the tender skin of her belly, stung and tugged the flesh. His tongue flickered over her gut, his breath burned her as he worked his way still lower on her shuddering body. He eased his palm away from her mons, but kept his squirming finger in her cunt, kept it right beside Linda's.
Her father's tongue struck her clit, and her pleasure nubbin went off like a struck match. Her whole body convulsed. Her hips jerked at the electrifying touch on her sex berry. Cindy felt her pussy drown the fingers stirring her cunt.
As her father sucked and licked her clit, she remembered the sight of her stepfather's face between her mother's gaping thighs. Wave after searing wave of flame went raging through her body. There were demanding hands on her aching breasts, and a sucking mouth was still grinding against hers as the flames raged higher and higher in her guts.
Cindy felt incredibly horny and loved as she lay on the lounge being worked over by hands and mouths. Her hips humped and heaved as her father licked her clit to a frenzy. Her cunt was quivering in desperate need of the towering hard-on in her hand, instead of the two fingers that were flickering against its burning walls. Cindy wanted to beg to be fucked, but she was being smothered and gagged by Linda's raping tongue.
Cindy gurgled against that invader, squirmed and heaved, dragged at the cock in her fist and rammed two fingers into Linda's fountaining twat. Cindy's legs quivered and squirmed, shuddered as waves of horniness lashed the nerves in her groin.
The tongue tore away from her clit, and she felt spit drying on her tormented nubbin. It felt like dry ice. One finger was wrenched out of her pussy. It scratched her tender cunt wall as it left. Then the other finger was dragged out of her, and hope flared in her box.
Chuck pulled away from her. Suddenly he was dragging and hauling at her, tugging her down toward the foot of the lounge. Puzzled, but willing, Cindy squirmed and writhed. When he had half her ass hanging off the end of the chaise, he stopped, and she waited, shivering with anticipation. Linda had broken the kiss, but still had her hand tenderly, gently, maternally, on Cindy's aching breast. Cindy looked up into Linda's loving brown eyes. Linda brushed a strand of shimmering gold hair off Cindy's forehead.
Chuck knelt between Cindy's gaping thighs. She moaned as his cock-head nuzzled her ravenous cunt. She started to reach down to clutch him, but Linda grabbed her wrists, pinned her arms. As her stepmother held her helpless, Cindy felt her father carefully set the tip of his cock in her hole.
Suddenly, he rammed into her, brutally, hard, slammed the full towering mass of his dork into her with a single mighty thrust. The impact of his hips against her straining wide crotch sent a jolt through her whole body. The earthquake shock was lost in the shattering fireball of pleasure that mushroomed up through her. Her eyes fogged, but not before she saw Linda feasting on the sight of her husband's cock spearing her stepdaughter's gut. Cindy's father grabbed her waist and rammed into her with quick, sharp drives. His balls swung, slapped her butt with every thrust. His cock set her cunt-walls aflame as he hammered into her with trip-hammer force.
Linda released Cindy's wrists, but Cindy didn't reach for her father. She was limp. Her body began quivering as he hit her, pile-drove his cock into her. The touch of Linda's hands on her gut made Cindy whimper. Then Linda's fingers found her clit, and Cindy's lust surged upward. While her father's cock stroked in her cunt, and her stepmothers hands fingered her clit, Cindy saw their mouths lock in a sucking, erotic tongue-tangling kiss.
Then Cindy's orgasm blotted out everything. Her overloaded erogenous zones flared white hot, burned out as pleasure incinerated them.
Her father's cock began to hose her with thick jizz. Spurt after thick, creamy, gooey spurt of cum flooded her. Cindy's cunt walls spasmed around his erupting dork. A heavy wave of his excess goo spilled down over her ass-hole, dripped in thick, shining gobs to the deck.
With Linda's guidance, Cindy drove her fingers up into her stepmother's pussy again, and felt the rippled walls clutching and releasing as the woman climaxed along with her husband and her stepdaughter.
When it was all over, Chuck slowly lay forward on his daughter and kissed her tenderly. Then he eased away, extracted his exhausted pecker from her flooded hole.
"Oh golly," Cindy sighed, not moving. She liked the feeling of cum in her gut and didn't want to disturb it. She felt like she was coated from head to toe with a wet, sticky layer of sex-juice.
Late that night, after two nude dips in the pool and a steak supper, she found herself snuggled down with her father. Linda flanked him on the other side of the big bed. Feeling a warm surge of horniness, Cindy wriggled closer to his warm, hard body. She rolled on her side and nudged him with breast and pussy. Teasingly, tickling, she sought his cock under the sheets. She tried to move silently so as not to alert her stepmother.
She found his dick was already in Linda's grasp. At Cindy's touch, Linda laughed and made room on the jutting pole for her stepdaughter's small hand. Cindy's disappointment eased as she stroked the hot, swollen cock. She spread her legs as her father's hand sought her cunt. Linda's gasp of pleasure made Cindy suspect that Chuck's other hand was already busy in Linda's brown nest.
Then her father's fingers were probing her strawberry patch and Cindy let the pleasure from his touch wash through her. Her fingers slipped down and she felt him spread his legs. She fondled his balls tenderly. Remembering her stepmother's earlier explorations, Cindy searched into the humid pocket behind his nuts and felt for her father's ass-hole.
Chuck groaned and Cindy scratched the hard dick-foundation behind his balls. Then, as he bent his knees, her finger eased into the crater of his ass-hole. She carefully twisted the tip into the pucker of his winkie. She felt his ass tighten and his hips squirm from the delicate digging.
Linda uncovered them all, shoved the sheets off the foot of the bed. Light from the open bathroom door flooded over the bed, let her see what Cindy was doing to Chuck's bung. As Cindy watched, Linda slithered lower, and engulfed his jutting cock with her mouth. Cindy's insides boiled at the sight of her stepmother sucking her father's cock. Cindy twisted her finger slowly into his ass-hole, felt the rubbery ring wink and twitch.
As she watched Linda take half the shaft in her jaws, Cindy had a mouth-watering desire to suck that jutting dork herself. Chuck's gut tensed and his hips humped as he looked down at his dick being sucked. Cindy had a sudden mad urge and drew her finger out of his ass-hole. Squirming downward, she got between his legs and lowered her face. Licking out, she stroked his balls with her tongue. Linda saw what Cindy was doing and murmured encouragement around her mouthful of cock.
Opening her mouth wide, ignoring the twisting hairs sprouting from the soft wrinkled bag, Cindy ate one of her father's nuts. She bathed the ball tenderly with her tongue, sucked, drew it as far into her mouth as she could. She felt the second nut trying to crowd in after its partner. Easing the first ball out, she sucked the second one in and gave it equal treatment. The way her father's thighs were-twitching and jerking was all the encouragement she needed.
Apparently, Linda tired of sucking his dick. As Cindy continued to slurp on his balls, her stepmother drew away from his pecker. For a moment Cindy thought she was going to have a chance to dine on dick. Before she could leave his nuts, though, Linda was facing him and straddling him.
With her face in her father's crotch, one of his balls in her mouth, Cindy had a dramatic close-up view of his cock nuzzling into her stepmother's pink gash. As Cindy held her breath with surprise and excitement, she watched Linda descend slowly on the jutting tower. From inches away, Cindy watched her father's cock slowly spear into the crimson heart of Linda's twat. The sight of the mammoth cock being slowly engulfed by hot pink flesh made Cindy's twat steam with lust.
Frustrated, she sought relief for her own roaring hunger. For a moment there was nothing. Then, as she squirmed in wanton desperation, her pussy nudged her father's foot. His toe lifted, dug into her snatch. She moaned at the weird feel of the penetration. Writhing encouragingly, she tried to get his foot into her crotch. She was rewarded by his big toe, grinding against her clit. With a whine, she spiked herself on it. She was still studying her father's dong driving into Linda's twitching twat. Just above Linda's dripping cunt was the dusky bud of her ass-hole.
Leaving her father's balls but still screwing herself on his foot, Cindy raised her mouth to her stepmother's ass, and fastened her lips to the hot crack of her butt. She felt Linda's moan as she tongued the puckery bung, and wondered why she was doing it. While her finger found her father's ass-hole again, she wriggled her tongue tip against Linda's winkie. The muscle ring spasmed, relaxed and tightened, relaxed and tightened as she pushed her tongue at it. Every time the sphincter relaxed, she got in a fraction more. Linda began shuddering as Cindy slowly wedged her tongue into her crapper.
Cindy was twisting and augering her finger into her father's ass-hole at the same time. She felt his prostate, a pulsating mass, through the wall of his rectum. She squirmed her finger in his greasy depths, felt the smooth walls. Her tongue was going farther and farther into Linda's shitter. Right below her chin she felt her father's cock pistoning in Linda's cunt. Linda began to move on the towering dork which made it hard for Cindy to keep her tongue in Linda's ass-hole. Cindy's face rode with Linda's ass. She was smothered by the scent of Linda's butt.
Cindy felt her father's balls on her hand. They were drawing up close to his groin. She felt Ms prostate pulsate, and his ass cheeks knot as he erupted like a volcano. Cindy wiggled her tongue in the rubbery, grasping hole of Linda's ass as Linda wailed the siren call of her cumming. Cindy felt a hot, sticky wave of overflow cum spill over her hand as her father and stepmother came. Cindy was left squirming futilely on her father's wriggling, curling toes.
As Cindy fell away from Linda's ass, she felt Linda lying forward on top of him. His cock was still sunk in her flooded gash. Cindy drew her finger out of her father's shitter, and slipped off to the bathroom.
As she washed the earthy stink off her hand, Cindy mused that she was losing out to her more mature stepmother. Bitterly, she turned away from the sink. She had resolved to go to her own bed and leave the adults to their own devices.
"Where are you going?" Linda asked as Cindy cut through their bedroom.
"To bed," Cindy answered shortly, not trying to conceal her disappointment.
"Come here," her father ordered.
"You don't need me."
"Maybe not, but we want you," Linda answered. "There's no reason for you to be left out."
"But...."
"Come here," her father ordered again, this time in his best no-nonsense tone.
Hesitantly, hopefully, Cindy made her way to the bed. Her father took her hand, and dragged her down between the two of them. And then, she became the center of attention. Hands were on her breasts, lips were on her face and her tits. She was the apex of a whirlpool of sex. As her father kissed her lips, her stepmother sucked on her tits. Waves of love and fire swept through her. She squirmed under the multiple assault.
Cindy felt Linda's mouth moving lower, felt a tongue stroking her gut like a hot sponge. Cindy's mouth was being raped by her father's tongue as Linda drilled her belly button. Cindy's insides coiled into a twist of lust fire. Spreading her thighs, she made a nest for her stepmother's face and let her lips and teeth be chewed and sucked by her father.
He pulled away, and glanced down at what his wife was doing. If he felt any shock or revulsion at the sight of his woman eating his daughter, he didn't let it show. Instead, he moved to take part in the action.
"Roll on your side," he ordered, pushing them both. Willingly, Cindy rolled over, and made her thigh into a cushion for Linda's head.
Linda's tongue struck deep into Cindy's cunt, sent a wave of flame through Cindy. Then Cindy felt her father's breath on her butt, and shuddered when she thought of what he might be planning. His lips pressed into her ass crack, sought the itching ring of her bung. Cindy moaned.
Her father's tongue on her ass-hole felt like a red-hot worm. As her cunt was whipped to a froth by Linda's tongue, Cindy felt her ass-hole slowly getting wedged open by her father's. The mad, burning, double-tongue penetration sent Cindy soaring to a new peak. Her cunt began to spasm as an orgasm flared through her.
Her feelings of being left out were swept away by roaring flames.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cindy eyed the calendar sourly. It was the beginning of August, and it marked the halfway point of her stay with her father and Linda. For nearly a month, she had been enjoying a lust-drenched summer. Now it was half over. The thought of having to return to her stultifying, sexless home made her cringe.
She wondered what had gotten into her mother. From what Pop had told her, Mom had been a willing sex partner during the early years of their marriage. He had mentioned having sex outdoors with her, and experimenting with buggering, and eating each other-everything. Then, for some reason he had never been able to fathom, she had gone uptight about all sex. Cindy had been around eleven.
AH Cindy remembered about the time was that she had started to mature right then. She had been proud of her budding tits, and hadn't felt any shyness about displaying them, at first. Then her mother had gotten on her about it, made her wear a bra. Mom had instructed her about her period and warned her about sex. She hadn't gone into any details, and had acted as if she were ashamed sex existed.
Pop's way with her had changed at that point, too. She hadn't been welcome on his lap any more. That had hurt, Cindy remembered. She and Pop had been the close cuddling kind-until all of a sadden he wouldn't let her get close to him any more.
Well, he let her sit on his lap now, Cindy mused, and smiled. It was obvious why he had stopped the sitting when she was eleven. He had been aroused by her, and Mom would have had a fit if she had known it.
But why should Mom have become so uptight about sex? It didn't make any sense. And it meant rut when she went back home all this would end.
And, now that she had been so thoroughly introduced to the ecstasy of a good fuck, the idea of going without for days, maybe weeks on end, made her stomach curdle.
Cindy wandered out to the pool deck. She was hardly aware of being naked now, was naked almost all the time. Her breasts and butt were tanned, eliminating the sunburn threat. She had been with Pop and Linda to the nude beach, even. It had been a revelation, all the different naked bodies. But it hadn't been sexy at all. Pop hadn't even gotten a hard-on from the sight of all the naked women. Some of them were lots prettier than she or Linda.
Stretching out on the chaise, Cindy stared pensively into the water. Linda was off with Caroline for the day, sucking up something-maybe culture but morelikely pussy juice. Pop was at work. She was bored and alone. She couldn't even use the pool, since it wasn't safe with no one else there. Pop was very strict about that.
So she contemplated the end of her summer vacation, and brooded over the horny itch in her pussy. Just thinking about going without a good fuck made her want one, right now. She could use her hand, of course. But that didn't really satisfy her.
The sound of a lawnmower behind the high fence finally drew her attention. It was one of the old-fashioned ones, that have to be pushed. The whir of the blades and clickety-clicking when whoever was using it drew it back was very nostalgic. Pop had used a manual mower years ago, before the rotary power ones became popular.
Cindy wondered who was mowing a lawn early in the afternoon during the week. In this suburban neighborhood most of the men worked at nine-to-five jobs. But it seemed unlikely a woman would be using that kind of mower.
Her curiosity nudging her, Cindy got to her feet and padded across the small prickly lawn to the fence. The basket-woven redwood slats didn't leave any chinks to peek through, so she walked along, looking for a knothole or something. She was soon rewarded.
The hole was small, gave her only a fractional view of the yard next door. Pressing her eye to the fence, she watched, waited for the mower to cross her narrow field of vision.
She lucked out! The guy using the mower paused right in her line of sight and wiped the sweat off his face. He looked about her age, maybe a year older. He was strapping, strong and handsome. His tanned skin gleamed with perspiration. He was wearing just a bathing suit and sneakers. Fresh-cut grass clung to his legs. His. muscles bulged as he bent down and unfastened the full grass basket from the mower.
He vanished from sight, and returned a few minutes later with the empty basket. As he bent over, the suit drew tight against his hard ass. Then he turned, and she got a glimpse of an impressive bulge in his suit. Cindy's pussy watered as she stared at him. She was suddenly itchingly aware of her nakedness. He pushed the mower away, out of sight, and Cindy turned from the peephole and leaned against the fence. Her chest was tight, her tits were hard and her stomach was squirming.
For a long time she debated what she was going to do. She knew she was going to do it, no matter how the debate came out. Her horniness rose like a flame being fed gasoline. For a second she pondered a plan of action, then decided on a direct approach.
The weave of the fence provided precarious toe holds. Her muscles shivering with strain and nervousness, she slowly climbed the eight-foot fence. The lawnmower whirred past as she struggled up. She finally got her fingers hooked over the highest board.
More quickly now, she climbed higher, until she was able to peer over the top. The boy was shoving the mower away from her. His back was toward her. She noticed that his thick brown hair was wavy, just down to the back of his neck the way she really liked boys to wear their hair.
Her tummy tightening, she edged higher, until her head, then her shoulders were above the top of the fence. She stopped then, and hung on, and tried to ignore the growing ache in her toes. The top of the fence cut across her just above her nipples, gave a tantalizing hint that perhaps she was nude.
He finished off the swath with a shove that set the blades whirring. Then he drew back and turned to go across the end of the lawn. She waited until he finished the cut. Then, just as he turned to head back toward her, she called out to him. "Hi!"
His first reaction was surprise. He stopped pushing the mower. She saw his expression change to interest and wariness, then curiosity. Deliberately, she eased up an inch, exposed more of the tanned roundness of her lush breasts, but not her nipples.
"Uh, hi," he answered, wiping the sweat off his face with the towel he had draped over his shoulders.
"My name's Cindy, what's yours?" she asked boldly.
"Gary," he answered.
"You look hot," she noted, deliberately eyeing the bulge in his suit.
"Hot work," he answered. She could see him wondering if she were wearing anything or not.
"Too bad you don't have a pool over there."
"Yeah," he agreed.
"I've got one over here," she told him. "But I can't go swimming alone."
He sensed the invitation, but held back. His shyness intrigued her. "I've got to finish mowing."
"Too bad," she said. "I'd talk longer, but this hurts my toes." She started to climb down.
"Wait. I'll be done in a few minutes."
Carefully keeping her tits shielded, she rose up again. She was gratified by the increase in the swelling in his crotch. "Look, I really can't stay up here! It's killing my toes."
"Oh." He looked disappointed.
"See you," Cindy promised, dropping down easily from the fence. Deliberately, she turned away and started back toward the lounge. Her back tingled. There was a scraping and scrambling sound from the fence. She knew when he got his first glimpse over the top by the fence again. They were followed by his sweating face.
"Hi," he said in a choked voice.
"Are you spying on me?" Cindy asked, enjoying teasing him.
"Well, uh, you were spying on me," he pointed out.
"It's hardly the same thing," she sniffed.
"Oh." He thought for a moment. "If I came over, you could swim."
"I thought you had to mow the lawn."
"It can wait. It's not going anywhere."
Cindy let the towel slip tantalizingly, but didn't reveal anything. He had seen her naked ass, but her front was going to stay a secret for a while yet.
"Could I?" he asked.
"Could you what?" Cindy responded. .
"Swim," he answered, blinking away the sweat that was trickling into his eyes. They were blue, Cindy noticed.
"I don't know' if Pop would like that," Cindy mused. "If he found out about it I could catch the devil."
"He'd never find out," Gary argued.
"You wouldn't tell him?"
"Shit-I mean, heck, no!"
"Well, maybe," Cindy agreed. "How'll you get here?"
"I'm already halfway," Gary informed her eagerly, climbing higher.
"Wait!" she said just as he was about to lift one leg over the fence.
"What's the matter now?" he asked, balancing precariously.
For the first time, Cindy let her lust show in her voice, made it soft and throaty. "No bathing suits are allowed in this pool."
He gulped. "What?"
"You heard me," she answered. "You know I don't have anything on."
He gulped again. "I'll take it off as soon as I get over the fence."
Cindy shook her head. "Uh-uh. Before you come over."
"Aw, come on," he protested, "Before you come over, or no deal," she insisted.
"But I'll have to climb back down," he complained. "And someone might see me naked."
"Before you come over or I'll report you as a peeping Tom."
"Awww, shit!" Gary snorted. "Bitch!"
Cindy's gaze was steamy, her voice rich with promise. She let a bit of one bare flank show. "It'll be worth it," she promised.
"Bitch," Gary snorted, vanishing. There was a crash of breaking shrubbery.
"Throw your suit over, and then come after it," Cindy told him, knowing he wasn't about to miss such a chance. Almost instantly his bathing suit and jock strap flew through the air and landed at her feet. When she heard him scrambling up the fence for a third time, she let her towel fall away.
His head rose over the fence and he froze. She was standing, facing him, hands on her hips, feet spread. She was brazenly naked. He lurched higher, up over the fence. He nearly ripped off his thrusting hard-on as he swung over the top and dropped easily to the lawn.
The sight of his pale jutting cock burned into her mind, she turned and dove into the pool. The water sucked the breath from her. It was icy cold after the hot sun and her steaming lust. She felt the water rock with the impact of his body.
She rolled onto her back, let her lushly rounded breasts poke up above the surface. He was standing a few feet away, chest deep in the water. Arching her back, she ducked her head and did a back somersault toward the bottom of the pool. Her belly humped out of the water. She let her legs sprawl apart, presented her naked twat to him invitingly before she vanished under the surface. Completing the somersault headed her toward him. She reached his feet, and slid up, until she reached his cock. There she let her lips encircle its rubbery knob. She stroked his dick with her hot velvety tongue. Then she released it and surfaced in front of him.
His hands found her breasts, formed warm, living bra cups for them. As he fondled her soft, heavy tits, she curled her fingers around his hard dork. She stroked his dick as he squeezed her jugs, then pinched and rolled her perky tits. The contrast of the cool water emphasized the warmth of his body and hands.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked boldly.
"Uh, no," he answered. "Are you?"
"Hardly."
"Let's fuck," he suggested hoarsely.
She stroked her hand up and down his cock. "Uh-uh, not yet," she said. She didn't want him to quick-fire on her the first time. She suspected that even if he was telling the truth about his virginity, he was inexperienced, and probably hadn't had a good lay in quite a while.
"You're not going to tease me, are you?" he asked, his hands becoming angry on her tits.
"No way," she promised. "I just want to make sure I get what I want out of it." She began pumping her hands on his dick, and wondered what a submarine cumming would feel like on her hands and look like in the water.
"Jesus? Be careful, I'm gonna cum," he warned.
"Of course," she purred, stroking his hard-on. She was close enough to feel the warmth of his body through the water. His prick-head nuzzled her tummy as she stroked its shaft.
"Awwww shit!" he swore.
She felt his hot jizz burst against her belly, then be swirled away by the cool water. His cock twitched and jerked in her hand, and pearly jets erupted from the tip. They were swept off and dispersed by the currents from her still-working hands. He drained his balls into' her grasp as his fingers dug hard into her soft breasts.
When she released his dick, she wrapped her arms around him. They came together in a tight clinch. As their warm bodies pressed together in the cool water, his dick pushed against her belly like a rubber billy club. Her lips met his and she drove her tongue into his mouth as his hands clutched her naked back, then slipped down and grabbed her ass.
"I love being naked," she hissed after breaking the kiss. "Especially with a naked man. I love the feel of his skin against mine, the feel of his dick against my tummy."
"Uh, I like it, too, being naked with a girl," Gary said.
"Have you been naked with many?" Cindy asked, leaning back so her belly still ground against his dick and her nipples just barely touched his chest.
"No," he confessed. "I've only done it once."
"I've done it lots," Cindy boasted, not adding it was with only her father.
"Oh." He seemed a little put off by this.
"But I'm not a whore," Cindy insisted. "I mean, I pick my men very carefully."
"Like you picked me?" he asked skeptically.
"If I hadn't liked what I saw through the fence, you wouldn't be here now," she told him, rolling her belly against his pecker.
"I'm not going to get hard again for a while," he pointed out.
"I'll bet I can get you hard right now," Cindy answered.
"I'd like to see you try!"
Cindy chuckled, and tenderly fondled his dick. "I'll just bet you would!"
She submerged without warning, and drew his withered cock into her mouth. Then she swept it with her tongue.
When she was driven to the surface by the need for air, he was already half-hard. She pushed him toward the shallow end and sat him on the steps so his cock was just rolling on the surface. Then she knelt on the next deeper step and took his dick into her mouth again.
"Ever had your cock sucked before?" she asked, stopping for a moment.
"Uh, no," he answered, with a hesitation that pricked her curiosity.
She bowed and slurped on his dork again, slid the swelling length to the back of her mouth. She drew up, let it stroke along her tongue. The sun was hot on her back as she bent over his lap. She took as much of his pecker as she could. Then it hit the back of her mouth and she gagged. She wondered how Linda could get so much of Pop's prick into her mouth when she sucked it.
Cindy thought of sucking Gary's dick until he erupted in her mouth. She hadn't ever done that, though she had, on occasion, used her mouth to stiffen up her father. Then she dismissed the idea because her cunt was knotting with hunger. She wanted this pecker in her twat, wanted this creamy load in her pussy, not her stomach.
His cock, a thrusting, tall column of gristle, was almost stiff now. She wondered How much damage she could do if she bit down on his jutting meat. Instead, she slid his cock to the back of her mouth and tried to swallow it. She found she could get another inch, maybe more, that way.
Choking and gasping for air, she drew up and looked at his pecker. It was massive, and shining with spit. The slit at the tip smirked eagerly at her, as if it had her in its power. Well, it would be interesting to see if it could still smirk after she was done with it for the day.
"What are you going to do?" Gary asked worriedly as Cindy studied his dick.
"Gonna fuck myself," Cindy answered, surging up out of the water and straddling his hips.
As Gary looked down at his thrusting shaft, she positioned her sopping pussy over it. She lowered herself, until she felt the hot head nuzzle between her pussy lips. Then she lowered herself more, felt his cock wedge slowly into her cunny. The water had sluiced away her lubricating juices, so the penetration was painful. She pressed on anyway, spiked herself on his cock, and felt her cunt tissues stretch and sting.
Gary leaned back and rested his arms on the sides of the pool. He was watching his cock being slowly swallowed by Cindy's cunt. Cindy sat very straight as she eased down on his dick. Her hands were steadying his dick, stiffening it as she battled the friction between prick and pussy.
She slipped on the step and dropped an inch. She felt for a moment like she was tearing apart, so she paused until the searing pain became searing pleasure. Then she eased lower yet. Finally, she felt his cock-head nuzzle the end of her vagina. She was settled fully on him: her strawberry snatch tangled with his curly brown bush.
She just sat there, enjoying the feel of being crammed full of cock. She wondered fleetingly how her mother could be uncomfortable with the sensation. The thought reminded her how little time she had left before she went back to that smothering environment. Deliberately, she pistoned on Gary's prick, let the pleasure wash away the worry.
"God that feels great," he moaned.
"Yeah," Cindy agreed. "I love it."
"Good thing I came before. Now I can last," he grunted.
"Why do you think I made you cum?"
"Oh." Gary was obviously embarrassed by his stupidity.
"Feel my tits," Cindy urged as she slid up and down his pole.
He reached out and curled his fingers around her jugs as she braced her hands on her hips. She glanced down, saw her soft tanned mounds being kneaded by his big, dark fingers. Except for his bathing suit mark he was tanned a rich brown.
"No bathing suit stripes," Gary observed.
"Never wear one around here," Cindy grunted, feeling her lust soar as his cock slid in and out of her streaming pussy.
"You live here?" he asked.
"Visiting," she panted. "My Dad and stepmother."
"They don't wear suits either?" Gary asked.
"Uh-uh," Cindy answered. "Nudists, sort of."
"Your Dad, you say?" Gary asked.
"And stepmother," Cindy moaned through her building lust. "I live with my mom up north."
"Divorced, huh?"
"Yeah." She was simmering along, not getting any closer to cumming as she slid up and down, up and down on the rippled rigid length of Gary's cock.
"God that feels good," Gary moaned.
"Let me know when you're going to cum," Cindy said. As Gary watched, she began fingering her clit.
"Soon," he answered.
Cindy decided to get him a little more turned on. "You ever buggered anyone?"
"Huh?"
"Ever rammed your dick into their ass-hole?"
"Ye uh, no," Gary answered.
"You have?" Cindy felt a twinge of disappointment as she picked up his verbal stumble.
"Yeah," he admitted. "Sort of."
"What do you mean, sort of?"
"My brother," Gary moaned.
"WHAT?"
"I did it to my brother. He's fourteen-two years younger than me. We sleep in the same room.
We've done some pretty crazy things."
"That's queer!" Cindy exclaimed, then thought of what she and Linda had done.
"I like girls!" Gary protested. "But-well, I'm kind of shy, and so's Kurt my brother."
"Tell me about it," Cindy urged, her lust flaring as she thought about the two brothers.
"Ahhhh shit," Gary moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Have you sucked him?" Cindy asked.
"Yeah," Gary admitted. "Ahhh, Jesus this is good."
"I'm going to cum, too!" Cindy wailed. Her lust roared higher when she imagined Gary's mouth engulfing a cock. Then she curled over as her cumming lashed her nerves. She felt Gary's dick spurting deep inside her. As her twat spasmed, she savored every burning squirt of jizz that hosed her guts. Then she slumped forward on top of him and let her orgasm slowly fade away.
A few minutes later she and Gary were drifting languidly in the pool. She was trying to work up her nerve to ask him more about him and his brother. Finally, her insides squirming with nervousness, she broached the subject: "Tell me more about you and your brother."
"Naw," Gary answered.
"I-'ve made love to my stepmother," she blurted out.
"What!? "
"It's true," she insisted.
"Is she a real blonde?" Gary asked as if Cindy's answer would confirm her other statement.
"Bleached," Cindy said as she climbed out of the pool. "I'd offer you a beer, but we're out. We've got some soda, though."
"Nothing, thanks," Gary said as they each settled down on a chaise.
"I really have made it with Linda," Cindy went on. "We-eat each other. So come on, tell me about you and your brother."
"Well...."
"It gets you turned on thinking about it, doesn't it," she noted, pointing at his half-erect dork.
"Not thinking about it, thinking about telling you about it," Gary corrected.
"So, tell."
"Started about a year ago," Gary began. His cock rose and stiffened as he spoke. "I got home from a date with a real case of blue balls. You know, doubled over 'cause I needed to get my rocks off."
Cindy nodded encouragingly.
"So anyway, I thought Kurt was asleep, and started to jack off. He caught me at it, and wanted to know what I was doing. So I told him, and we jerked off together."
"Uh-huh."
"Then the next night I got to thinking about it. I heard him doing it and caught him at it. We wondered how it would feel if we did it to each other, so we tried that. Feels better when someone else does it-sort of like tickling yourself doesn't work."
"Right," Cindy murmured. Her internal fires were getting higher and hotter.
"So anyway, we went on from there. Now we do something almost every night. He's crazy. He'll try anything. He sucked me off first."
"So you have been sucked," Cindy mused, looking around' for the suntan oil. She located it under her chaise. Squeezing out a big blob, she reached between her spread legs and stroked it over her ass-hole.
"What're you doing?" Gary asked.
"Oiling my butt so you can bugger me," Cindy answered. "Tell me about you and Kurt."
"Anyway, he sucked me and swallowed my stuff. Then I got dared into doing the same to him," Gary went on.
Cindy wondered what it would be like to have a jetting dork in her mouth, but didn't say anything. Instead, she let Gary see how she was slipping a greasy finger into her own ass-hole.
"One night I was really horny," Gary went on. "I really wanted to fuck, though I hadn't done it to a girl yet. When I told Kurt I wasn't interested in a hand job or being sucked, he turned around on his bed and pointed his ass at me."
Cindy was on fire. She got off her lounge and knelt by Gary's and began to oil his hard-on.
"So you did it," she noted.
"Yeah," Gary confessed. "I put my cock against his ass-hole, and drove into him, real slow. Jesus! Did that ever feel fantastic."
"And he's done it to you," Cindy finished for him.
"Seemed only fair. It hurt a little and I didn't really like it much, but it wasn't bad."
"You want to do it to me?" Cindy asked hotly, looking up at him.
"You sure you want me to?"
"I'm positive," Cindy answered.
"Okay," Gary agreed. "Uh, get on your knees at the foot of your lounge and lay forward on it."
"Like this?" Cindy asked, doing as he asked.
"Yeah, perfect."
Cindy waited. She was racked by nervous shudders every few seconds. She felt his presence behind her and closed her eyes. She bit her lower Up as the fear and anticipation built.
"I'll go real slow," Gary assured her.
His cock-head touched her winkie and she shivered. The first hot touch at her well-oiled bung sent rivers of fire through her.
He leaned against his cock, and she felt her ass-hole push inward. She fought to relax the gate, thought of taking a shit and felt his dick tip go in a fraction. Reflexively, her ass-hole spasmed against the invader, sent a fiery message through her. "More," she pleaded.
She needn't have worried. Her next relaxation got her another bit of cock in her shitter. There was searing ecstasy in the slow penetration of her unwilling crapper.
"More," she moaned again, fighting to relax the ring of muscle. She felt him pry farther in. He was slowly driving the door to her bowels open with his thrusting dork. "How much?" she asked, feeling like she might be going to tear.
"Only half the head," Gary panted.
Only half! She groaned, and felt him gain ground as her muscle ring twinged. She was silent now. Her body was a steaming sea of lust and fear and pleasure. She fought to keep the ring relaxed and finally found the right mental combination to hold it unlocked. Then he gained ground quickly, and she felt the resisting muscle slowly dilate, wider and wider.
It stung, it burned, and it felt better than any fuck she had ever had in her life. Reaching back under her body she fingered her streaming pussy, sent her pleasure even higher. She thought of having that opening, too, clogged with cock, and her lust surged up.
There was a slipping, sort of snapping feeling and a river of flame poured through her. Then she felt the shaft of his cock sliding up into her rectum, pushing everything there ahead of it, and her guts became a fireball of ecstasy.
"All the fucking way!" Gary grunted, socketing his cock in her ass.
She felt his hips jam against her rear, felt his balls slap her hand in her pussy. She moaned at the unbelievable feeling! Her ass-hole was crammed full of cock. It felt as if she had a tower in her innards, as if a solid core of wood was glutting her guts. She didn't move, afraid that any motion would tear her in sides.
"God that feels so good," she whimpered, sinking two fingers in her pussy hole. She was no intrigued by how it was pinched by the cock up her ass-hole.
"Tight," Gary grunted. "Can't last too long in there."
"Oh, bugger me!" Cindy wailed. "Bugger in and out of me before I can't take it any more."
Gary slowly drew his cock out of her shitty depths. As he withdrew she had the weird feeling she was going to turn inside out. Then, he drove back in, and she was turned right side out. Her ass-hole felt like a ring of fire as he reamed her with his mammoth pecker. She was being engulfed by roaring flames as he stroked his cock in her clutching bung.
"Going to cum!" Gary warned.
Cindy loosed the last restraints on her pleasure, and let her mind fly to pieces. Gary's cock was a flaming tower in the heart of her cumming. She felt him pulsate and then spurt in her guts, hose her bowels with thick gouts of boiling cum.
She growled like a lioness mating as her cumming raged through her and Gary emptied his balls into her shit chute. She pumped her fingers in her pinched cunt, and fingered her clit, let herself be swept away on the tidal wave of cumming. Finally, Gary's dick lost its stiffness and she shit him out unceremoniously.
"Someone's coming!" Gary announced, totally shocked.
"What?" Cindy roused herself and heard the car coming up the drive toward the garage. "Daddy!"
"Jesus Christ!" Gary yelped.
"Over the fence," Cindy ordered.
Gary paused precariously, halfway over. "Can we do it again?" he asked hopefully.
"Not if you get caught that way," Cindy answered, furious.
"My suit!" Gary yelled, pointing.
"I'll throw it to you." She scooped it up and lofted it over the fence past him. "See you next week. Maybe."
Then he was gone. She plunged into the pool to wash away the evidence of Gary's cum.
"Hi, Daddy, you're home early," Cindy said. She hoped he didn't have any idea of screwing the rest of the afternoon she was too bushed.
"Just came to pick up some papers," he answered. "And what are you doing swimming alone?"
Cindy flushed guiltily. "I forgot."
"Well you'd better haul yourself out of there," he ordered. "And don't forget again."
"Yessir," Cindy agreed. meekly, swimming quickly to the steps and climbing out. She was left chastened and exhausted, baking dry in the sun as his car pulled out of the drive. When he was safely gone, she got a mirror and inspected her ass-hole. She smiled smugly when she thought about what she had done. She was looking forward to Gary's next visit.
CHAPTER SIX
When Gary called to her over the fence Cindy was in a rotten mood. The fact that she hadn't seen him in three weeks, not since their first crazy romp, had done nothing for her disposition. And this morning there had been that letter from her mother. She didn't move, just lay there on her back in the sun.
"Hey, I said hello!" Gary repeated.
"Who are you?" she grumbled.
"Me, Gary," he answered.
"Who is Gary?" Cindy asked, still not bothering to open her eyes.
"Aw, come on, Cindy. Don't be that way," he complained. "I couldn't help it. Mrs. Rogers has been here every day I have. I could hardly climb over the fence with an audience."
"Who's Mrs. Rogers?"
"The broad that owns this place. I mow the lawn for her. You didn't think I lived here, did you?"
"No." She thought she heard a scrape and a thump. It sounded as if Gary had fallen from the fence. Sitting up, she blinked against the glare of the sun. Gary's head was above the fence. She made no attempt to cover her naked body. Just thinking about him was enough to get her excited-in spite of her bad mood. The sight of him made her crotch water. Reassured" that he hadn't fallen, she lay back down. "So, what do you want?" she asked, deliberately teasing him.
"Can I come over?"
While she pretended to debate this, she thought she heard more scraping against the fence. She sat up and opened her eyes again. There was a sudden movement as she did, then nothing. Except a second set of fingers curled over the top of the fence. Carefully, she checked the location of the nearest towel. It was on the neighboring lounge. "Is there someone with you?" she asked suspiciously.
"Huh? With me? No," Gary answered unconvincingly.
"Oh." Cindy slowly lay back down. Then, without warning, she shot back up. She was just in time to see a second head vanish behind the fence. Evidently the owner knew that he had been detected, because it popped back up in just a moment Cindy let out a squawk and grabbed the towel, and wondered why, after all she had done, she was embarrassed at being seen naked by a stranger. "Who are you?" she asked accusingly.
"This is Kurt," Gary answered, jerking his head. "My little brother,"
"Not so little in some departments," Kurt snickered.
"Shut up, Runt," Gary snorted. "Can we come over?"
Cindy debated the matter for a second.
"Come on, our feet are getting sore," Gary complained.
"Oh, okay, come on over," Cindy agreed at last, keeping the towel draped over her body defensively.
Kurt was a smaller, slenderer version of his brother. Gary as he had been two years before, probably. Kurt had the same blue eyes and wavy brown hair and deep tan. And Kurt's face was from the same mold. Cindy felt herself warming to the boy's rakish grin, and the prominent bulge in his hacked-off jeans.
"Hi," Kurt greeted her with a self-conscious wave as his eyes tried to pick the towel off of her.
"Hi," she answered, visualizing the brothers in their crazy sex acts. She felt her lust boil upward. "What do you guys want?" she asked unnecessarily.
"What's with the towel?" Gary asked.
"The towel stays on until you two get naked," she answered coyly.
"Does that sound fair to you, brother?" Gary asked, turning to Kurt.
Cindy suspected what Gary was thinking and decided a warning would be a good idea. "Don't get any ideas that you outnumber me. All I have to do is scream rape and you'll be in real hot water."
She saw the tension go out of Gary, then more-slowly, out of Kurt. "She's got a point there," Gary sighed.
"But if we get naked will she get naked?" Kurt asked warily.
"She will," Gary said. "You saw how she didn't mind in the least when she didn't know you were there."
Evidently the memory did something to Kurt his hard-on grew suddenly in his pants. By the looks of it, he was hung better than his older brother. Deliberately, Cindy let the towel ease down a fraction, revealed more of her firm, thrusting breasts.
"You first," Kurt said with a gulp.
"Sure," Gary agreed. He kicked off his sneakers, and had his shorts down and off in a second. His cock thrust upward. It was pale white in the sunlight. A glistening drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit and shone like a diamond in the sun. Cindy's mouth went dry at the sight of his pecker. The memory of how it had rammed its way into her ass-hole made her insides steam.
"Now you" she ordered Kurt softly, shifting her eyes away from Gary.
Kurt unfastened the waist of his cutoffs and unzipped the fly. He wasn't wearing any underpants. His belly was nearly hairless-there were just a few fine wispy light-brown strands. Then he revealed his cock and all doubt as to his masculinity vanished. It was monstrous, half again as big as Gary's both in length and in girth. Cindy wondered how in the world Gary had managed to take that brutal bludgeon up his ass, if he really had. She knew she wouldn't dare try.
"Now you," Gary ordered her.
Cindy felt her lust soaring at the thought of letting the two boys at her at once. With her throat knotting and her cunt steaming, she threw the towel aside, bared herself to the burning sun and the brothers' hot gaze.
"Holy shit!" Kurt panted, evidently even more excited by the close-up look than he had been by the view over the fence. His cock throbbed and bobbed as he shifted his feet nervously.
Cindy beckoned them over to her. They came, and stood on either side of her, Gary to her right, Kurt to her left. "Remember how I did you first the last time?" she asked Gary.
"Yeah," Gary grunted. "You jacked me off."
"Think maybe we should do that again this time?"
"Now wait a minute," Kurt protested. "I didn't come here for a crummy hand job."
Cindy squirmed under their combined stares.
"It's only for starters," she promised throatily. "And believe me, it's worth it."
Gary evidently had no doubts after what she had done the other time. His hand was already busy on his thrusting cock, stroking its lean, hungry length. In a second, Kurt joined his brother, began pumping his fist on his pecker.
Reaching out, Cindy pulled them closer to her, so their wangs hung over her sleek, tan torso. She fingered their hard asses intimately as their dicks bobbed nervously as they jacked them.
It took only a few moments. Gary's dong erupted, and thick, steaming, glittering spurts flickered through the air and spattered her heaving breasts. Kurt's cock reacted a split-second later, and suddenly Cindy was being showered by sticky, creamy globs of jizz from both boys. She squirmed with lust under the cum shower, felt the hot drops spank down on her tits and belly and chest. Gary and Kurt kept stroking and pumping their pricks until the last pearly drops had been milked from them.
Then Cindy deliberately, sensuously, rubbed the thick cum into her flesh like it was sun tan oil. She smeared the pearly fluid over her lush breasts, left them shiny and sticky. Finally, carefully and lovingly, she licked the last salty film of their mixed cream off her fingers.
"How about a swim?" Gary suggested as his withered dick oozed a stringy drizzle.
Cindy reached out, caught the dangling drop on one finger, and carried it to her mouth. She sucked it off with a babyish gesture that was anything but babyish. "Can't," she answered. "Last time Pop thought I was swimming alone and I caught hell."
"But you're all covered with cum," Kurt complained.
"I know," Cindy purred, stroking her hands over her crusty skin. "Isn't it great?"
"But we're kind of used up," Kurt complained.
"Oh, piddle," Cindy snorted. "I can have you hard in five minutes. Or less."
"Awwww, horseshit," Kurt snorted.
"She can," Gary said.
Cindy tipped the lounge up, and turned toward Kurt. Reaching out, she lifted the drooping tip of his dong and leaned over. Her insides steamed with horniness as she gently licked his withered dick while his brother watched. She was a cocksucker, and she loved it. But then, so were both of them, she reflected as she felt Kurt's cock begin to respond, begin to grow heavier on her tongue.
She had his marvelous pecker half-hard and had most of it in her mouth when she thought she heard something. Then she decided she hadn't, and sucked hard on the swelling, stiffening sausage, drew blood into its empty chambers.
"Just as I thought," Cindy's father's voice noted calmly. She choked on Kurt's massive cock, then felt it shrink like it wanted to retreat and hide inside him.
"Yum," Linda noted eagerly. "Fresh meat."
"Shit!" Kurt swore.
"Sonovabitch," Gary said.
Cindy just gaped at her father and stepmother. They were standing in the doorway of the house, staring at her, and at the naked brothers towering over her. "What are you doing here?" she squeaked, horrified.
"Don't mind us," Linda said calmly, placidly shedding her clothes. "And don't try to get back over the fence," she warned the two boys as they started to make their escape. "Or you'll miss all the fun."
"Holy cow!" Kurt breathed at the sight of Linda's smoothly tanned, trim, shapely body.
Cindy's dad was slower in getting rid of his clothes. "I knew you had something going on the side," he told Cindy conversationally. "There were wet footprints on the deck that time I came home early about three weeks ago. And they weren't yours."
"Oh." Cindy trying to figure out her father's mood. Her stepmother's interest was blatantly obvious. She was moving in on Gary determinedly. Gary's sixteen-year-old cock was responding with youthful vigor to the slow, sultry advance. Linda fell to her knees and proceeded to swallow the full length of his rapidly swelling whang.
Cindy remained half-reclined on the chaise, and watched with amazement as Linda took the jutting shaft, drove it down her throat until her nose nuzzled into Gary's brown bush.
While her father watched, Cindy turned to Kurt and began sucking his prick again. She quickly brought it back to life.
Squirming to get more comfortable, she got up on her knees and leaned her elbows on the arm of the chaise. She took Kurt's massive dork to the back of her mouth, drove the head in until she gagged on it. Out of the comer of her eye she saw Linda drawing hard on Gary's prick. She was taking the full length of his now-rigid tool. The spirit of competition flared up in Cindy and she made a mental vow to take the full mass of Kurt's bigger prick. Tipping her head back, she drove her face forward on his mammoth shaft until the end hit the back of her mouth. Fighting the urge to gag, she worked her lips on his huge prick like it was a strand of spaghetti. A fraction of an inch at a time she worked his cock into her mouth, slowly wedged it farther down her throat.
She worked her throat, tried to swallow his cock, and gained more ground. Finally, catching on to the trick of it, she tipped her head like a sword swallower, lined up throat and mouth. Then, after sucking in a deep breath, she proceeded to swallow the entire length of Kurt's cock.
She felt the head jamming her throat like an oversized bite of roast beef. If the invader hadn't been attached to Kurt she would have choked to death on the gross cock. As it was, all she had to do was back away and the windpipe block was drawn out and she could take a desperate breath.
Suddenly, without warning, someone, it had to be her father, licked the crack of her ass! Cindy moaned, and gulped, and found her nose was jammed hard against Kurt's belly. Kurt's cock was farther down her throat than ever. The feel of her father's tongue stroking her butt sent searing flames through her tanned, wanton body. It made her pussy drip with hunger. She backed off enough to inhale around Kurt's prick-head. Then she looked over at the other couple.
Linda was pinching Gary's ass cheeks as she deep-throated his cock. Still on her knees, her neck bulged as she face-fucked him. Reaching farther down, she pried into the crack of his butt, dragged his hips against her jaw as she dug a finger into his valley.
Cindy whimpered around the cock in her mouth and wiggled her ass invitingly towards her father. Her pussy was ravenous. It was desperate to be plugged by the cock she knew was ready. But he continued to torment her with his tongue, continued twisting and turning it on her shitter while inches lower her twat drooled with hunger.
Finally he did pull away from her butt, left her ass-hole cold with drying spit. With Kurt's pecker halfway into her mouth, Cindy froze and waited. The only thing that she moved was her tongue on the underside of Kurt's cock.
There was a nuzzling at her pussy. She thrust her ass out encouragingly. There was a push, and she felt her father's cock pry between her hairy labia. He shoved, and his cock slowly slid into her searing, sopping tunnel. With a deep moan, she leaned forward on Kurt's pecker and drove it down her throat yet again. She stopped with his prick jammed into her gullet, and waited while her father r filled her pussy with his dick. She felt as if she had a solid core of cock. It was like an axle ran the length of her body. As she drew back off Kurt's cock to take a breath, her father pulled away from her, slid his dick out of her cunt. When she eased back onto Kurt's pecker, her cunt was again stuffed by her father's dork.
The unbelievable wantonness of the situation made Cindy's lust soar higher than it had ever been. One moment she was jammed with cock: in her mouth and in her cunt. The next she was almost, but not quite, empty. If she twisted her head a little she could see her stepmother, who had changed her attack from oral to cuntal. Gary was down on his back. Linda was astride him, pistoning up and down on his jutting dork. Gary's head was toward Cindy, and she could see how his dick doweled into Linda's brown-muffed cunt like an ivory bolt.
Linda was fingering her clit frantically, while Gary's tanned fingers seemed to be trying to twist her tits off her.
Cindy felt a preliminary tremor in Kurt's cock and drove far onto him, rammed his dick down her throat one more time. She felt the first spurt of his semen rip the length of his dick. It erupted into her throat like a gob of hot molasses and went straight down to her stomach without her even tasting it. Desperately, Cindy backed off in time to choke on the second spurt. She caught the third wad on her tongue and was suddenly smothering in the thick, musky scent of cum.
As she caught his jizz on her tongue, Cindy fondled Kurt's spasming balls. She milked his dick with her cheeks, drowned her mouth with gooey semen. A wayward drop of cum and spit escaped, drooled slowly down the shining length of cock not engulfed by her lips.
Then Pop rammed into her cunt, hard, and she was getting a second load. Just as Kurt's cumming began to fade away, she felt the cock in her cunt hosing her with heavy jets of jizz. Her cumming raged higher at the feeling, and she desperately swallowed Kurt's still-stiff prick in an effort to keep him going. Kurt's cock responded with renewed life and shot three more sizzling wads of juice down her gullet.
She clutched him and milked his dick with her tongue while she clenched her cumming cunt around her father's erupting dick. For a long time she twisted and squirmed on the two-dick spit and hovered at her peak. Her cumming sizzled along her nerve paths like high-voltage electricity. It left her drained of energy, flooded with semen, and panting for breath.
As she slumped over, Kurt's pecker painted a soggy, sticky stripe across her cheek. She saw Linda's torso flush red with a cumming. Gary's dick leaped and squirmed in her twat as he unloaded his balls. A pearly trickle of jizz oozed from around his socketed dick, and made Cindy's innards curdle. It was the same gunk she had swimming around in her belly and in her cunt and smeared all over her from the boys first cummings.
She had, she reflected, bathed in cum and brushed her teeth with it. As her father's drained dick left her pussy, she hauled herself to her feet and staggered to the pool. Instantly, she was swept clean by the cool, refreshing water on the outside, anyway.
As she surfaced and rolled to her back, the water erupted in a series of splashes. She watched the glittering drops as they jiggled and danced through the air. Four splashes: Kurt, Gary, Linda and her father. At one time or another, she had had them all. The pool should be full of cum instead of water.
"Where did you find those delectable studs?" Linda asked as she surfaced beside Cindy.
"Gary mows the lawn next door," Cindy explained. "I invited him over one day when you and Daddy were both out. You're not angry?"
Linda giggled wickedly. "How could I be angry about two such lovely cocks?" she answered. Then she frowned. "But I hope Kurt and Gary are discreet. If they aren't we could get in trouble."
Cindy explained she had threatened to scream "rape".
"Under some circumstances, that would work. But I'm not sure it would stand up in court-not after this gathering," Linda noted.
"What are you two gossiping about?" Chuck asked, drifting up to them.
"Wondering if Kurt and Gary are the fuck and talk type," Linda answered.
"I've got something else on 'em, too," Cindy noted, thinking of what Gary had told her about their home activities.
"Well, whatever it is, I hope it's good, because incest is still a crime in this state," Chuck noted dryly.
"You didn't have to commit it in front of witnesses, you know," Linda said.
"I just made use of the available openings," Chuck sighed in mock regret.
Linda put her hands on her hips. "Seems to me my opening was free at the time!"
"But not nearly as attractively offered," Chuck noted soothingly.
"Next time I'll tie a ribbon around it," Linda snorted, splashing off in a huff.
"So, what's the ax you hold over their heads?" Chuck asked his daughter.
"I'm not sure I should tell you," Cindy answered.
"Humph, suit yourself," Chuck grunted. "Maybe we should have introductions," he noted as the boys swam up.
"Oh! Daddy, this is Gary," Cindy responded. "And this is his brother, Kurt."
The boys seemed to be growing accustomed to being naked. They shook hands formally with Chuck. "That's my stepmother, Linda," Cindy went on.
"We've met," Linda laughed. Her momentary snit with Chuck gone, she shook Gary's hand. "You must be Kurt," she added, jolting him by shaking his impressive dick rather than his hand.
"I'd love to make your acquaintance," Linda purred, darting a wicked glance at her husband.
"Trying to make me jealous?" Chuck asked, not really upset.
"Of course, Darling," Linda answered. "Now come with me, my beauty, and we'll get better acquainted." She led Kurt away by the cock.
Cindy stood close to her father and watched Linda guide Kurt to a chaise. Then she knelt and began to suck his dick back to full life. "You going to let her get away with that?" Cindy asked.
"Only for a little longer," Chuck answered. "I'll get my licks in when the chance presents itself." Leaning forward, he swam to the edge of the pool and hauled himself out of the water.
"Your father?" Gary said to Cindy. "That's incest."
"And," Cindy answered with a calmness that was almost deadly, "if you breathe a word of it to anyone, ever, the whole world will hear about what you and Kurt have been doing at night."
Gary's mouth became an "O". "Wouldn't dream of saying a thing to anyone," he assured her.
A few minutes later they lay together in the shallow end, his prick in her hand, his finger in her hot pussy. "How much longer you going to be here?" he asked.
"Huh?" Cindy was concentrating on the feel of his finger in her cunt and didn't understand the question.
"You said you were visiting your Pop. Well, how long is the visit going to be?" .
Cindy's guts chilled when she thought of the vacation ending. "Another week or so," she answered. "Mom and Ted, my stepfather, are coming down on a business trip or something. I'll go back with them."
"Only a week?" Gary asked, obviously disappointed.
"Well, if you hadn't wasted three weeks by not coming around, it wouldn't be so bad," Cindy noted acidly.
"I told you I couldn't help it."
"Yeah, well you don't have much to be miserable about. I mean, you've got Kurt, and I bet Linda wouldn't object to your climbing the fence from time to time."
"You're going home," Gary pointed out. "You must have a guy there."
Cindy thought of her mother, the stultifying home atmosphere, and of Mike. "Not really," she said. The cock in her hand was hard again and her pussy was beginning to want more than a wriggling finger.
"Maybe we'd better make it while we've got the chance," Gary noted.
"Right." She rolled over on top of him and slid down until his dick nuzzled her cunt. Then she slowly drove the cool water out of her hole with his warm prick. She ignored the stinging lack of lubrication as she impaled herself on his shaft. Then she locked her legs around his and pushed out into the pool. Water swirled around them as they sank slowly.
Gary got his feet on the bottom and hooked his hands under her ass like a cradle, supported her as his cock stuffed her cunt. Cindy linked her hands behind his neck and leaned back. She looked down at the blurred meshing of their bodies, down past the bobbing mounds of her boobs. She wondered how she could explain her even tan to her mother, and hoped she wouldn't have to.
"Judging by what Kurt is getting, I'm not sure he'll be interested in me after this," Gary observed. Cindy turned to look over at the chaises, and felt Gary's cock twist inside her.
Kurt was on his back on one lounge. His cock was as monstrous as Cindy had ever seen it. Linda was straddling both Kurt and the chaise and aiming his mammoth dork up into her pussy. Cindy wished she had gotten fucked by Kurt's huge prick. Sucking it had been nice, but getting screwed by it would be even nicer. While Cindy watched, and felt Gary's dick swell in her hole as he watched, Linda wedged herself down on Kurt's column. The fact that Linda was, if anything, smaller and more daintily built than Cindy, increased the horniness of the sight. It looked as if she were going to be split wide open by Kurt's monster tool.
Linda squirmed and the muscles in her back writhed as she slowly worked her way down the huge pillar of flesh. Her butt cheeks twitched and squirmed as she drove Kurt's cock deep into her tight tunnel.
"Jesus I wish I was hung like that," Gary sighed.
"How did you ever take it up your rear?" Cindy asked.
"Hurt like hell the only time I did. He loves to get mine up his ass, though."
The casual discussion of homosexual incest made Cindy's innards twist with excitement. She squirmed on the prick in her cunt and felt her clit grind and scrape against Gary's pubic arch. She didn't take her eyes off Linda's slow goring.
"You guys are crazy," Cindy commented.
"Horny, actually," Gary grunted. "What's your Pop doing?"
Cindy looked and felt her insides sizzle. He was smearing his cock with sun tan oil as he watched his wife rape herself. His hand lingered on his towering dork, left it gleaming with grease.
"I know what it looks like he's getting ready to do," Cindy commented in a tight horny tone.
"You gotta be kidding," Gary grunted, his cock pulsing on the edge of cumming.
"Watch and see," Cindy suggested.
"Be ready to call an ambulance when she splits wide open," Gary added, half-seriously.
Linda had managed to wedge herself completely down on Kurt's cock. His balls nestled against her pussy as she sat firmly astride him. As she sat up very straight in the saddle, the only sign of her pleasure, or pain, was an occasional racking shudder.
Then Cindy's father moved up behind Linda and pushed on her back. He forced her forward, bent her down on Kurt. Cindy and Gary could see Kurt's cock levering over. The sight of Linda's pussy labia being driven open by the monster made Cindy's twinge sympathetically.
Then Chuck took a blob of goo and applied it to Linda's puckery brown ass-hole. Cindy wanted to tear her eyes away from the scene. But her hominess and curiosity kept her staring until everything else faded out and left the trio on the chaise isolated in a misty fog. Chuck twisted his longest finger into his wife's ass-hole, augured it into her. Then he drew it out and wiped it with slow deliberateness on her tight butt cheek.
Cindy hid her face against Gary's chest when her father set his purple cock-head on Linda's ass-hole. Then she couldn't bear to not watch, and looked over just as Chuck put the first pressure against the oiled gate. His prick tip bulged, then, slowly pried the orifice open. The pucker went out of the dimple, stretched as he ramrodded it with his dork.
Half the tip of his dick was buried in the crater of Linda's crapper, then more. Linda moaned. But she gave no indication she didn't want the buggering. Her ass cheeks flexed and her anus flickered and winked. It looked as if she were doing her best to hurry the second penetration.
As she watched her father corn-holing' her stepmother, Cindy began to squirm on Gary's cock. Kurt just lay there with his huge cock driven into Linda's cunt. Gary helped Cindy, lifted and dropped her with his grip on her ass, slid his cock in and out of her twat as her clit was pulverized against his pubis. Never taking her eyes off the trio on the lounge, Cindy let her hips hump and heave.
Linda shuddered as the head of Chuck's cock was swallowed by her ass-hole. Then, as he drove his dick full depth, she moaned again, and squirmed. Kurt swore. Chuck laughed.
"Jesus! I can feel him going in," Kurt groaned, writhing under Linda. "Sonovabitch!"
"Ohhhhh! Don't stop," Linda moaned. "I can't take this for long."
"Neither can I," Chuck grunted. "But I wasn't going to have any complaints about not taking advantage of available openings."
"Never again," Linda whimpered.
"Sonovabitch," Kurt said again as Chuck drew his dick out of Linda's greasy chute, then drove it back in.
"Can you move, Kurt?" Linda asked.
"I'm afraid to," he said. "Sonovabitch."
"Better do it while you have a chance," Chuck warned. "Cause in about three strokes, I'm going to cum."
"I'm cumming now!" Linda wailed. "I don't think I can last three more strokes!"
"Shit, here I go!" Kurt groaned as he managed to squirm his dork in her cunt.
"Oh, my God," Cindy moaned as her own cumming raged through her like wildfire. She stirred the water to a froth as she humped and heaved on Gary's dork, mangled her clit to a lust paste against his hard bones, whipped his dick sound in her gut like a paddle.
"Jesus, look at 'em," Gary gasped as the cocks socketed in Linda began to spasm. Linda was reduced to an epileptic quivering. A creamy wave flowed from around Kurt's cock and spilled down over his knotted balls, while Linda's rectum took her husband's load of jizz.
Cindy felt her cunt being hosed by hot semen and wished, through the mad fog of her cumming, that her ass was getting a load, too. For a long, nuiscle-aching, bone-cracking time they teetered chest deep in the pool. Then he lost his balance and they slid beneath the surface. His dick spurted its last drizzles into Cindy's spasming cunt.
The first thing Cindy looked at when she got the water out of her eyes was Linda. Linda was still between the boy and the man. As Cindy watched, her father's withered dick was driven out of Linda's rear. Then he climbed away, and Cindy could see semen drooling from Linda's bung. Kurt's balls were coated with overflow jizz. His dick was shrinking visibly, then slipping out as Linda dragged herself off of him.
Cindy couldn't help wishing she had done that. Then she realized that the chances were she would never even get to try. The men were used up for the rest of the day. It didn't seem likely there would be another time before she had to go home.
Frustrated, she drifted in the hot sun.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cindy nuzzled her father and, using her most sultry tone of voice, purred: "Let's invite Gary and Kurt over tomorrow."
Chuck didn't pause, just continued rustling the paper to a new page. "We don't even know their last name," he pointed out reasonably.
"We could find out easy enough," Cindy answered. "By asking Mrs. Rogers."
"And how would we explain wanting to know it? That old gossip has a nose for scandal that a bloodhound would envy. Uh-uh," her father said firmly.
"Oh, come on, Daddy! Please?" she pleaded, and slid a hand toward his cock.
"What's going on here?" Linda asked, coming in from the kitchen. "Trying to seduce him behind my back?"
"Trying to get me to ask Nosy Rogers for Gary's and Kurt's last name so we can invite them over tomorrow," Chuck explained.
"Or the next day," Cindy added agreeably.
"But before you have to go home," Linda said.
"Please, Daddy?" Cindy begged, still trying to tease him into agreeing by stroking his prick.
Chuck casually batted her hand away from his aroused cock. "What kind of a monster have we created?" he asked Linda.
Linda was picking dead flowers out of an arrangement on top of the rarely used television. "We didn't create it," she noted. "We just liberated it from its monastic existence."
"It's a prison," Cindy griped.
"Well, I hope you can fit back into it," Chuck noted. "Since there's no other choice but for you to go back there."
"I could run away from home," Cindy said hopefully.
"You wouldn't want to be any place but here, which is the first place she would look," Chuck said, still reading the paper.
"Anyway, Daddy, can't we please find Gary and Kurt and have them over before I have to go?" Cindy begged, returning to her original request like a homing pigeon. She would deal with her life at home when she had to. At the moment her major concern was lining up all the cocks she could.
"I suppose we might be able to track them down," Linda noted. "Gary does a lot of odd jobs around the neighborhood." There was a suspicious warmth to her tone.
Chuck sighed and flopped the paper down. "Talk about liberating monsters. All you two want is cock, cock, and more cock!"
"What else is there in life, Darling?" Linda asked in her most sultry tone.
"Our reputations, for one thing," he answered. "I like living in this town. We don't know how trustworthy Gary and Kurt are, after all."
"I'm sure they won't squeal, Daddy," Cindy assured him quickly.
"Uh-huh. Gary said he wouldn't, and next time he brought his brother with him. God only knows who he might show up with next. Probably put a ladder up to the fence for Old Mrs. Rogers."
"Now that is a picture," Linda chuckled. "Old biddy'd have a stroke if she saw us all bare-ass naked and screwing like mad."
"You have a strange sense of humor," Chuck commented. "Anyway, if Gary and Kurt should happen to show up in the next few days, I don't see any reason to try to keep them out. But invite them? No way." He picked up the newspaper again.
"Thanks, Daddy," Cindy chirped, sealing the loophole, "What'd I say?" he asked, lifting his eyes from the sports page.
"Hope, dear, you gave her hope," Linda answered.
Cindy had split for her room. Her mind was working furiously. Daddy was right about Mrs. Rogers, but there had to be some way to find Gary and Kurt and lure them back for one last orgy. She checked the calendar, and grimaced at the lack of time. Three days, if Mom and Ted were on schedule. Then the tingly hunger in her pussy got her mind working.
It took two days of searching supermarket bulletin boards to track them down. "Gary? Hi, this is Cindy," she said when she located him at last.
"Hi, Hot Box," he said cheerily.
"Gary! Watch that. What if your mother is listening?"
"No chance."
"Oh well, anyway, don't say things like that. Could you come over this afternoon? You and Kurt?"
Silence. Then, as her heart rose to her throat, he answered. "Damn, no, I can't. Got a lawn job in the morning and some painting in the afternoon."
Cindy thought desperately, then decided to take a reasonable gamble. "How about the day after, in the morning?" Certainly Mom and Ted wouldn't show up until the afternoon probably the evening from what the letter had said.
"Morning? You want to do THAT in the morning? I mean, that is why you want us over, isn't it?"
"I'll do 'that any time," she answered in a tone that nearly melted the telephone wires. "How about nine o'clock?"
"I'm game," Gary agreed nervously. "If you're sure it's all right."
"Sure I'm sure," Cindy answered more confidently than she felt. "And, uh, make it look like you just sort of dropped by. I mean, don't say that I invited you, okay?"
"Uh, yeah, okay," Gary agreed.
Cindy heard footsteps approaching, "Got to go now. Bye." She hung up just as her father came out of the living room and into the kitchen. "Just-checking the weather forecast," she lied and scampered away before he could cross-examine her.
The morning she was due to be picked up by Mom and Ted she packed her suitcase quickly after breakfast and was finished by eight. Naked, she sauntered out to the kitchen. Pop and Linda were still finishing their morning coffee. Chuck was in his robe and Linda was in a pair of indecent shortie pajamas. Linda looked up as Cindy strolled in.
"Think you should be getting dressed?" she asked.
Cindy went behind Chuck and nestled his head between her warm, soft breasts. Slowly, sensuously, she slipped her hands inside his robe and stroked his strong, hairy chest. "They won't be here till tonight."
"Be hell to pay if they happen to show up early," Chuck pointed out.
"They won't," Cindy insisted, unbelting his robe and slipping her hand down to his dick. It responded with gratifying speed, surged up to fill her fingers.
"One last roll in the hay before you go, huh?" Linda asked. "How come you turned down the chance last night?"
Cindy shrugged. "I like it better in the morning," she answered, stroking his big dick, smearing it with his first leakings.
Chuck reached up and touched her tits where they cradled his head. His fingers found her perky nipples and pinched them, sent flickers of pleasure through her.
"Seems like a nice way to spend our last day together," he noted, toying with her breasts as she fondled his dick.
"You two are total wantons," Linda commented as she cleared the table.
"Just a loving father and his daughter," Cindy giggled as Pop's fingers twisted and tugged her jutting nipples. His cock was a hot, hard tower of horniness. She was half bent over, and wiggled her protruding butt eagerly as lust sizzled through her groin.
"There room for a wife in this tangle?" Linda asked, shedding her pajamas. Chuck released one of Cindy's tits and curled his arm around his wife's waist.
The erotic tangle was interrupted by the jangling of the back doorbell. Chuck froze, and his dick shriveled.
"Your folks?" he asked.
"Naw, they'd use the front door," Cindy answered.
"Ignore it," Linda urged, pressing her tit to Chuck's mouth. Instinctively, his lips closed on the jutting bud and he began suckling on it.
"I'll get it," Cindy said, sure it was Gary and Kurt.
"If it's the milkman, tell him I'm busy," Linda moaned as Chuck slurped on her tanned tit and her hands took over on his dick as Cindy's left it.
Cindy jiggled to the door and took a cautious peek. "Hi, guys!" she squealed happily, trying to make it sound as if it were a total surprise to see Gary and Kurt standing there.
"Uh, hi there," Gary said, his eyes sweeping her pussy and tits. A lump quickly formed in his pants.
"Hi!" Kurt said, reaching out to stroke Cindy's bare breast.
"Come on in and get naked," she invited hotly.
Chuck had pushed his chair back from the table. Linda was straddling him, just preparing to spear herself on his towering cock.
"It's Gary and Kurt," Cindy announced cheerily.
"Hi, fellows! What are you doing here?" Linda asked, pausing before lowering herself onto
Chuck's thrusting shaft.
"Uh, we heard Cindy was leaving soon," Gary answered.
"So we thought we'd drop by before she did," Kurt added.
"Did you put them up to this?" Pop asked, not releasing his grip on Linda's breasts.
"Does it make any difference now?" Cindy asked with wide-eyed innocence.
"Don't see how it does," Linda groaned as she nuzzled Chuck's dork into her brown muff. "God! love doing it while I'm being watched," she moaned. "Why don't you guys get naked?"
Cindy was already releasing Kurt's massive whang from its prison. Slipping to her knees, she sucked the huge bar of meat while Kurt stripped off his shirt. As he was kicking free of his pants Gary presented his bared prick to Cindy's willing mouth. She drew on his smaller, leaner cock, tasted his hot salty leakings.
Holding the brothers close, she moved her mouth from one cock to the other and back again. She compared their size and taste as she brought their balls to a boil.
"Watch," Linda begged, and lowered herself onto Chuck's cock. It slid out of sight, up into her pale-brown snatch. Her slender torso was rocked by a series of erotic shudders. Chuck was mashing her tits against her chest with his big hands. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, made the rubbery nubbins bump and squirm.
"Oh God," Linda whimpered, rising off Chuck's cock.
The sight of that column of meat, shining with juices, emerging from Linda's twat, made Cindy's blood boil. When Linda went back down, and the thrusting cock slid up into her tunnel, Cindy's pussy spasmed hungrily. She stroked Gary's and Kurt's cocks with her hands and licked them in turn as she watched her stepmother gore herself on Chuck.
"Come on, Cindy," Gary urged, tugging at her, trying to get her to her feet.
"We've got all morning," Cindy pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm hornier than hell," Gary complained. "I been thinking about this ever since you called."
"Poor shit's had a hard-on for two days," Kurt snickered.
"Yeah? What about you, wise ass? I heard you jacking off last night," Gary said.
Kurt held his monster cock lovingly. "At least I had sense enough to let off some of the extra pressure," he answered.
"Yeah, well I saved mine for the real thing," Gary retorted.
"I'll last longer," Kurt said quickly.
Cindy got up from the floor. "Gary first, since he hasn't been wasting it."
Gary grinned at his brother as Cindy backed toward the kitchen table. Perching on the edge, she took his pecker and drew him gently toward her pussy. The table was the perfect height. Looking down, she aimed his cock into her strawberry muff. Then she parted her pouting labia, exposed the red heart of her steaming twat.
By looking to her left, she could watch Linda spitting herself on her husband's cock. The sight of Chuck's prick vanishing up into Linda's guts really turned Cindy on. Then Gary drove his cock into her. She whimpered as he rammed full depth on the first impatient stroke.
He was on a hair trigger, and she should have known it. Before she was halfway to her cumming, she felt him hit his peak. Flopping down on her back on the table, she groaned with frustration as his prick leaped and spouted in her twat.
"Cum, damn you," Linda urged her husband, bounding on his lap. Her body slapped down on his. Her tits were jiggling wildly from the impacts. "Cum!"
Chuck laughed. "Don't you admire my self-control?" he asked.
"Damned if I do," Linda said angrily, whipping her hips in a mad circular motion, then bumping them back and forth. Cindy whimpered when she felt semen drizzling down around Gary's dork, and when she thought of what her father's cock had to be doing to Linda's innards.
"Slow down, Baby," Chuck ordered, getting a firm grip on Linda's waist, halting the mad flailing of her hips. He began to guide her in a slow up-and-down motion. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "Oh yeah!"
"Hey, I heard a car!" Kurt said just as his brother began to withdraw from Cindy's flooded pussy.
"Just driving by," Gary grunted as his limp dick slithered out of Cindy.
Kurt was in the living room, peering out the window. "Naw, it's stopping here. Three people are getting out. Two old types and a kid about our age-Cindy felt her guts congeal with horror and surged up from the table. "Does the man have silver hair?"
"Yeah," Kurt answered.
"The woman's got hair the same color as yours," Gary added.
"Mom!" Cindy gasped.
"And Ted," Chuck added. Linda was still spiked on his dick.
"Who's with them?" Linda asked.
"It must be Mike! What's he doing here?" Cindy wailed.
"Never mind that now. What're we going to do?" Linda asked.
"They're almost to the door," Kurt reported.
"Take 'em head on," Chuck said, lifting his wife off his pecker. It was half wilted from the distraction. "Kurt, you and Gary get out of sight for now. Cindy? It's you and me, Babe. Think you can seduce your stepfather in thirty seconds or less?"
Cindy felt a flash of lust at the thought. "Less," she answered confidently, remembering the looks Ted shot her in the past.
"Okay. And we'll find out if I can still punch the right buttons on your mother," Chuck said, heading for the front door. His swaying, bobbing dick led the way. It was still wet with Linda's juices.
"What about me?" Linda asked.
"You're our reserves," Chuck answered. "You and Cindy stay out of sight in the kitchen until I get 'em in here and get the door closed."
"Okay, Daddy," Cindy agreed, ducking back.
Peering out carefully, she watched him open the door. He stayed out of sight behind it. "Hi. Come on in," he invited.
"Hello, Charles," Cindy's mother greeted him warily.
"Hello, Mr. Taylor," Mike said politely.
Ted didn't say anything.
Chuck ushered them in quickly, and supped around behind them before they could take stock of his lack of clothes. Cindy saw him give the lock on the door a quick twist.
"Charles!" Cindy's mom erupted when she saw he was naked, saw his half-hard cock. "What in the world?! "
"Now Martha, you know I hate clothes," he responded casually. "We didn't expect you until tonight."
Linda giggled at the look of shock on Martha's face. Then, boldly, Linda emerged from the kitchen. She was brazenly nude. She strolled toward the group near the front door as if she were fully clothed and greeting the guests at a dinner party. "You must be Cindy's mother," she gushed.
"I can tell by the hair. What a pleasure to meet you."
Cindy thought Ted was going to faint as he stared at Linda's trim, naked body. He looked her over from head to toe, studied her firm tits, and her soft brown snatch. It was still kinky and soggy from the screwing that had been interrupted.
"And you're Mike. Cindy's talked so much about you," Linda went on as if everything were normal. Mike turned bright red as he shook hands with Linda.
"Martha, this is Linda," Chuck said. "Linda, this is Ted Hopkins, Martha's husband."
Linda turned all her burners on high as she took Ted's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, nearly fogging the windows.
"Uh ... hi," he answered, not letting go of her hand.
"Come into the living room," Linda suggested. "I hope you don't mind our lack of clothes. You caught us by surprise and we didn't have a chance to dress."
"No, we don't mind," Ted answered. Martha glared at him.
"Where's Cindy? Is she naked, too?" Mike asked as they all sat down.
"Come on out, Cindy," Chuck called.
Her heart in her throat, and her pussy steaming like a pressure cooker, Cindy emerged and felt the full impact of all their eyes on her bare body. She gave her head a toss and tried to walk casually. The seething horniness and rampant sexiness of the situation made it difficult. Mike was sweating and had his legs crossed defensively. Ted had a hard-on that was unbelievable.
"Hi, Mom," Cindy said cheerily.
"Cindy!" her mother gasped.
"Hi, Mike," Cindy added, feeling his eyes raking her.
"Hi," he squeaked.
"Hi, Ted," Cindy greeted her stepfather, putting a throaty sexiness into the words.
"Must say, you've never looked better," he said. Martha gave him a sharp dig in the ribs.
"Well, look, this is great," Chuck noted, rubbing his hands. "You can stay the day, of course."
"Yes," Ted answered.
"No," Martha snapped.
"Uh," Mike gurgled, his eyes bouncing from Cindy to Linda and back to Cindy again.
"We'd love to stay," Ted added, drowning out Martha's protest. The man only had eyes for Linda's trim shape. Cindy noticed that Mom, hard as she tried not to, was staring at Pop's towering hard-on. Martha kept licking her lips nervously as her hands twisted in her lap. She was wearing a short lightweight summer dress that displayed her sleek legs.
"Why don't we all go out by the pool?" Chuck suggested. "The sun's nice and warm. Anyone who wants to swim can strip down, or we'll dig out suits. Okay?"
"No," Martha said.
"Perfectly fine," Ted said, standing up and dragging his wife to her feet.
"Hi, Mike," Cindy purred. "Want to go swimming?"
"Uh, you're Mom'd have a stroke," he stuttered.
"Pop'll take care of her," Cindy murmured, letting her fingers touch Mike's thrusting shaft. "And Linda will handle Ted with no trouble. Which leaves, us," she concluded, casting a quick glance at Gary and Kurt, trying to tell them they' should stay out of sight a few minutes more.
"Man that pool looks inviting," Ted said, unbuttoning his sports jacket.
"Let me take that," Linda purred, easing it off of him, then helping his with his tie.
"Theodore, you are not going to swim!" Martha sputtered.
"I most certainly am."
"Come on, Martha, take a dip," Chuck urged.
"I most certainly will not!" she retorted. "And what do you think you're doing, letting your own daughter run around stark naked?"
Cindy turned away from the scene, and fastened on Mike. "Come on, Mike, let's get naked and swim."
"You're already naked," he pointed out.
"Then I'll help you," she giggled, reaching out. She saw Linda stroke Ted's jutting hard-on as she bared it.
"Charles, I won't stand for this," Martha said angrily.
"Now, Darling," he soothed.
"Don't you 'Darling' me. We aren't married any longer. Remember? And it is exactly this kind of thing that started all the trouble between us."
Chuck finally lost his patience. "No, it is not 'this kind of thing' that caused the trouble between us," he said sharply. "It was a change that came over you somewhere along the line. A change that didn't make any sense."
"I am not staying for this!" Martha shrilled. ""What's more, I'm going to come back with the police and have you all arrested!"
Chuck reached out and literally collared her. His strong fingers hooked into the back of her dress as she headed for the gate. "You are not going anywhere!"
"Charles!" she wailed.
Cindy took her now-naked boy friend by the hand arid led him to the edge of the pool. Linda and Ted were already frolicking in the water and splashing each other. Linda moved in on Ted suddenly and shoved him under. He came up along her body, and into her arms. They melted together and sank under the surface.
"Holy shit!" Mike swore.
Cindy giggled, and pushed him into the water. Just as he surfaced, she posed for a moment so he could react to the sight of her, then hurled herself at him, and drove them both to the bottom.
"Charles!" Martha screamed.
"Oh, shut up," Chuck snapped, scooping her up and heaving her, still fully clothed, into the center of the pool.
She shot to the surface, spouting ana sputtering. Her dress was clinging to her curvy body and revealing that she was not wearing a bra. A flat dive and Chuck had her in his grasp. He stripped the sopping dress back off her shoulders, bared her full breasts.
"Charles!" she wailed.
Then his lips fastened on her naked tits, and she seemed to melt. Her hands curled around his head as he sucked on her boobs. Lust flared on her face. "Oh, Charles, stop that," she moaned as she cuddled his face to her heaving jugs.
"Jeez, look at that!" Mike gasped.
Linda was sitting on the side of the pool, gazing down at Ted's silver head, which was between her tan, sleek thighs. His tongue was rasping the length of her soft pussy folds. They were at the shallow end of the pool. When Linda lay on her back on the hard, sun-baked deck, and thrust her pussy up invitingly, Ted rose from the water. His cock came to the level of her cunt. He aimed its pink knob into her inflamed red folds. As Mike and Cindy watched, Cindy's stepfather speared his cock into Linda and lay forward on her.
"Come on," Cindy urged, grabbing Mike's dick.
"What?" he stammered. He was trying to look in three directions at once: at Ted and Linda, Chuck and Martha, and Cindy.
She took him to the steps and pulled him out of the water. The searing fireball of hominess in her gut was about to be satisfied! She led Mike past the house to the low diving board. As she passed the kitchen door, she beckoned to Gary and Kurt. They were jittering with nervousness and frustration behind the glass.
"Who're those guys?" Mike asked, gaping as two more naked males joined the group.
"Friends of mine," Cindy answered. "But you're still first with me," she assured him, since she was going to be going home with him.
"What the hell is all this, anyway?" Gary asked, waving at all the fucking that was taking place. Ted was pistoning his cock in Linda with powerful thrusts, sending spray fountaining into the air. Chuck had bent his former wife over the edge of the pool and was slowly wedging his massive prick into her pussy from behind. His hands clutched her breasts. Her mouth gaped with lust.
"Just shut up and enjoy it," Cindy told him. Horniness was slowly consuming her, leaving nothing but a sizzling core of desperate hunger. "Get the suntan lotion and oil your cock."
"What?"
"What're you doing?" Mike asked, astonished and bewildered.
Cindy pushed him down on his back on the diving board. "I am going to take cock like I have never taken cock before in my life," she announced.
"What about me?" Kurt asked eagerly.
"You get my mouth this time," she told him. She straddled Mike and aimed his dick up into her twat. "This is what you wanted so bad a couple of months ago, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah, but...."
"Then enjoy it," she hissed, and spiked herself on him with a thrust that made her pussy flame and her lungs convulse.
"Awww, sonovabitch," Mike groaned as his cock was suddenly totally engulfed by her hot cunt.
"Oooohhhh, love it," Cindy purred, lying forward on top of him.
"It's so hot," Mike whispered. "Wish I hadn't jerked off last night."
"I'm glad you did," Cindy purred. "That way you'll last longer."
"Hey, Baby, I didn't get a chance yet," Kurt pointed out.
"Watch, Mike," Cindy urged, raising herself off of him as Kurt straddled the diving board at Mike's head and held out his monstrous cock. She licked his dick, then let her lips encircle its mammoth bulk.
She felt a drizzle of suntan oil on the crack of her ass, and gulped as a shudder ravaged her. The thought of taking a cock up her ass while she had Mike's big organ in her cunt sent a shiver of fear through her. Then she remembered the sight of Linda taking two cocks, and hominess swept away her fear.
A finger probed her bung, and a shocking jolt of pleasure jarred her nerves. Her tongue rubbed the underside of Kurt's cock, drew out a thick gush of pre-cum. Her guts boiled as Gary slowly twisted an oily finger into her burning butt.
"Christ, what's that?" Mike asked, evidently feeling Gary's finger.
In a gasping, lust-racked voice, Cindy managed to tell him what was happening. "Hurry, Gary, hurry," she croaked desperately.
His finger drew out and her ass-hole twitched ravenously. Her twat spasmed around the unmoving bulk jamming it. Then Gary's cock touched her ass-hole and she was floated away on a sea of carnal madness. Everything faded from her world but the cocks. She felt her winkie slowly wedge wider and wider open.
There was a burning, slipping feeling and she was being stuffed fuller than she had ever been before. She felt Gary's cock piston into her greasy chute, pinch the thin wall between rectum and cunt even thinner. Kurt's prick was between her lips. Suddenly, Kurt took control, jammed his big dork to the back of her mouth, forced his way past her throat.
"Oh, my God," Mike moaned, and shifted, stirred his cock in her twat.
"Jesus," Gary gasped, stroking his dick slowly in and out of her ass.
Kurt grunted, fucked his whang into her throat, then dragged it out, then rammed it in again. He was bruising her tonsils with his incredible drives.
Cindy couldn't keep all the sensations straight, and didn't try. She was aware of being fucked and buggered and of sucking all at the same time. The three cocks swirled around in a wild cyclone of carnality that left her a shivering, quivering, half-mad pile of meat.
The cock in her mouth erupted and she sucked down the hot, thick, gooey, creamy waves. She felt Mike cumming in her cunt, felt the partition between box and bung being squeezed by every spasm. Then Gary's dork was hosing her ass with sizzling jizz. She swirled away on a flood of cum as her own orgasm fractured her mind into glittering fragments. They didn't begin to come back together until Kurt dragged his now-drained dick from her mouth. She lay down on Mike. A drop of semen started down her chin. She wiped it off, then sucked her finger.
"Oh, my God, Charles, what have we done to our little girl?" Martha wailed. Her ex-husband's cock was still in her pussy. She was lying forward on the pool deck and was unaware of what Cindy had just done.
"Our little girl is a woman now," he noted, "Better get used to it."
"I can see why Chuck married you," Ted said to Linda as he caught his breath.
"And you can see why I married Chuck," Linda said.
"He's made it with Cindy, of course," Ted noted.
"Shshsh, don't tell Martha! I don't think she's ready for it yet."
"Mike, this is Kurt," Cindy managed, in spite of her sore throat. She was still on top of Mike. His shrinking dick was still in her pussy. She had crapped out Gary's withered dork. He had gone inside to wash it off. She explained who had been in her ass.
"Goddam," Mike grunted. His cock twitched in her.
A few minutes later they were all self-consciously sipping drinks. "Hey, Chuck?" Ted asked.
"Yeah?"
"I'm being transferred down here. Know of any houses for sale?"
Chuck shook his head. "Market's tight."
Cindy was still trying to adjust to Ted's first announcement. Moving? Here? Near Pop and Linda?
"Mrs. Rogers is moving," Gary announced.
It was happening! Her dream was coming true! Ted and Chuck were already talking about extending the fence so the two houses shared the pool and everything else.
"Cindy, Honey?" Martha asked softly.
Cindy looked at her mother.
"Are--are you happy, Honey?"
Cindy nodded. "Happier than I've been since you and Daddy split up," she answered.
