"John, when are you going to take me out and give me another good humping?" Helene Fancher murmured in his ear. They were dancing on the patio, her cunt pushing at his cocklump, and he was getting a fine hardon.
"I'll call you, baby," he said. He had been hitting the booze since Neil had pulled out with Cindi, and was feeling a wave of jealousy and hate that surprised him. The thought of Neil getting his stinger in that dainty young cunt was almost unbearable. His sexy daughter needed fucking, but…
"I could sure use some tonight," Helene breathed, boring her big firm tits at his chest. Her bikini halter was very thin. It felt damn good. "Think your pretty wife would go for an all-out party?"
"Ellen might want in on it, too," he chuckled. Make Helene beg for it. The liquor was getting to him. He felt reckless, and he wanted to forget Cindi.
"Your housekeeper?" Helene protested, easing back slightly. "I figured you might be getting some of it, but three to one! You aren't Supercock."
He laughed. "It isn't bad at all." He remembered the scene on the beach the day before. And they had all wanted to go for it again.
"You are drunk," Helene said dryly. "Maybe I should split right now."
"When I get a whiskey bone on, I can fuck for hours," he chuckled. "Let's slip over there in a dark corner. I'll give you a quickie."
Helene shivered. Rubbing around on him this way was almost torture. She had hoped to spend the evening with that young Neil Lester. He had acted interested but had slipped away with Cindi. That cute little pussy was really in heat, and John had let her go just like that.
"But Ellen and Wendy would know!" Helene breathed.
"What the fuck?" he muttered, gripping her ass boldly. Wendy and Ellen were watching. "You want it or don't you?"
"Hell, yes, I want it-but not like this, you animal!" she whispered.
"Well, stick around if you want to," he chuckled, releasing his hold. "I'm gonna fuck somebody-and damn soon."
They walked back to the bar where Ellen and Wendy were lounging in deep patio chairs, sipping highballs. They seemed perfectly at ease.
"Having fun, honey?" Wendy giggled. She would get the cream from his balls. The wife usually did! I fucked him the other day, anyway, she thought.
"I sure got turned on!" Helene smiled.
"I can see he's getting a good hardon," Wendy laughed. "Why don't you two go in the house and see if you can find another bottle of vodka. We're running low. You don't have to hurry back."
Ellen trembled, her clit stinging. She knew exactly what Wendy had in mind: another sweet pussy-to-pussy party! Taking John's prick was no novelty anymore, and the glorious afternoon with Wendy had opened up whole new vistas of erotic promise. John was getting drunk. Seeing Cindi leave with Neil had shaken him.
With the familiar way Helene acted around John, it was very likely he had been in there before, so Wendy was giving him the opportunity to break his nuts in her cunt again. As John walked the lush brunette into the house, Wendy leaned toward Ellen and flicked her tongue out.
"Let's go up to your apartment, honey," Wendy smiled.
"Heavvvvy, as the young girls say," Ellen said, shivering. "Let's listen in on them first, huh?"
"Neat," Wendy giggled. She left her chair, wiggled around at Ellen's right, and cupped the tingling cone of Ellen's breast, lowering her head for a kiss. Ellen lifted her mouth eagerly. They had not touched each other since the motel scene, and now, half full of liquor, Ellen was burning for another cunt-on-cunt fuck!
Their mouths fastened knowingly, Wendy's tongue stroking teasingly while her fingers played a provocative dance on Ellen's swelling tits. The sparkly newness of enjoying a younger woman still excited Ellen tremendously. Ordinarily, she drank very little, but tonight she felt abandoned. She almost wished John had fucked Helene right on the patio. She would do a threesome scene with Wendy and John any time.
I'd let that young dashing Neil Lester fuck me, too, Ellen thought. I need some new prick! I know I'm good fucking, but most men are all alike-they want young pussy. Neil'll be around after Cindi again, so maybe he'd like a real hot older piece, too. John doesn't have the only prick in town. I don't think of him as my younger brother anymore.
She reached up and cuddled one of Wendy's pretty tits, their tongues snaking back and forth. Ellen's need was a sharp blade in her crotch. The lip-writhing kiss went on and on until they broke apart, gasping. The idea of getting another pussy was beginning to ferment in Ellen's thoughts. Plenty of young women enjoyed it both ways!
"Well, let's go inside for this," Wendy purred.
Ellen nodded, and they stood and walked inside. Helene's cozy laugh coming from upstairs sounded as if they had gone straight to the master bedroom. Wendy patted Ellen's ass as they slipped up the carpeted stair and moved along to the door that opened into the main boudoir. It was not quite closed.
Peeking in, Ellen trembled. They were already naked. Helene was straddling John's strong body, her dark bushed cunt lifted for his tumid cock. His hands cradled her full dark-nippled breasts as she was staring down at his prick, an expression of avid lust on her sensual face.
"Come on, get it in me!" she gasped, searching for his cockhead with her puffy cunt.
"Easy, baby," John chuckled. "You're as drunk as I am."
"When your cute young wife says I can fuck you, I'm gonna fuuuuuuck!" Helene gasped. She found his knob, shuddered, and began to ooze it up into her cunny. Her head lifted, and the look on her face said how much she loved all that meat squeezing up inside her. Her red full lips drew back against her teeth.
"Hell, let's go in and join them, honey," Wendy whispered in Ellen's ear. "We can do our thing, too!"
"Uhhhh! Ohhhh! Damn!" Helene cried, fitting her lush thighs against his ribs, her beautiful ass starting to thrust. "It's sure good tonight!"
"Yeahhhhh, gooood cuuuuunt," John said thickly. "I like the way you tighten it, baby."
Ellen was in a frenzy of need. Wendy had talked about a party with John, all three of them in bed-but actually doing it, with the sensual divorcee present too, was something else.
Helene would know the art of clamping her cunt around a big prod like John's! After years of marriage to a real Frenchman, she obviously was extremely experienced. Her ass seemed to have ball bearings, she was rocking it with such precision. Now she was mixing the humps with rotary motions, short pauses while she wiggled her tits in John's hands.
Wendy reached around and gripped Ellen's tits, lifting the stretched halter, and Ellen felt her lust building even higher. She hated to interrupt Helene's prick fun. Let her get at least one good orgasm first. It wasn't far away either. Suddenly, as Helene's eyes began to glaze, she glanced at the partly opened door, and gasped, starting into her climax. She cared little right now who was watching!
"Uhhh! Uh, uh, uhhhh!" Helene cried, her ass moving faster. "Uhhhhh, fuuuuuck! I'm getting it offffff!"
Helene felt her cunt clamping with luscious quickness. How she blew her brains out on John's huge prick! Their previous afternooner had just made her crave more of it, and now she was having it, hard and true. A few men like Henri had finesse, but John had more cock. And the view of Wendy holding Ellen's big tits somehow made her goodies seem even sweeter!
She pumped and pumped, getting every thrill she could, because it looked as if two other cunts were after their share of prick, and it might be a real fun evening! She had been wanting to get into Wendy's panties, anticipating a trio, but this could be even more interesting. The housekeeper was ready, too. Helene had figured John was servicing Ellen, and now she knew it for sure.
"Come on in, girls," Helene laughed, catching her breath.
"What the hell?" John muttered, turning to look.
"Let's have a party," Wendy giggled. "There's kind of a cock shortage, but I guess we can make out!"
John felt a sharp thrill in his nuts. The fooling around on the patio had inspired his steady pieces. Watching Helene rub around on him had brought it all together. Great! He had a very cooperative young wife. He was glad now Neil had taken Cindi away, because he hated that kind of male competition.
"Hey," he grinned, watching Wendy and Ellen sway into the bedroom, flushed and excited. He had already surmised that his wife and Ellen had been getting a little together, although he had never suspected Ellen would go that route. You never really knew what went on in a woman's mind.
"We hated to let Helene get all the fun, honey," Wendy said, crawling on the bed. Her bikini was gone, and there was mischief in her eyes. "If you're through up there, Helene, I'd like to climb on."
"He's the horse and you got the saddle, honey," Helene laughed. "So ride, ride, ride."
Ellen dropped into a chair, her legs weak. This might be easy for Helene and Wendy, since they had probably been into this kind of scene before. They were California-type swingers. But Ellen was not sure she could function with so many eyes watching.
Oh, but I sure need my brother's cock! Ellen thought, her cunt drippy. When Helene went off on his prick, I almost died with envy! Now his young wife's gonna get it next. Things will be different around here from now on. I can fuck John and Wendy both! She's a doll.
Helene lifted upward and John's big pussy-wet prick emerged from the divorcee's wet-bushed cunt. She sank on her back at John's side, legs sprawled. Wendy giggled excitedly and swung her legs apart as she mounted her husband. It was like something out of a dirty movie!
"Ohhh, ohh!" Wendy gurgled, fastening her pussy onto his cockhead. "You sure got him up, Helene."
"He's like all men, honey," Helene laughed. "Strange pussy does it. They just wish they were all like Bighorn Mountain rams-shoot about fourteen times in a row."
"Those sea lion bulls fuck about a hundred females," Wendy said.
"Sure, the strongest bull," Helene laughed. "The other males don't even get a smell."
Ellen shook with new lust. She stood and slid her bikini panties to the floor, curled a finger at Helene. Wendy was taking John's prick now, giggling and squirming her pretty ass. Helene smiled, crawled from the bed, and found a towel. She held it against her cunt and wiggled over in front of Ellen.
"You want to fuck, baby?" Helene purred, looking down at Ellen's naked, puffed-out cunt.
"Let's do something!" Ellen breathed. "This is driving me crazy!"
"Well, let's get on the bed. There's plenty of room," Helene purred, dropping the towel. "I figured you might be interested."
Ellen followed the sensual brunette around to the other side of the bed, watching Wendy bounce and hunch on John's prick. She was so pretty up there! John was molding her tits, really giving them a working over. Wendy seemed no more concerned about Ellen and Helene than if the three were having a cocktail together! Only this time it was cock.
Dropping on her back, her thighs spread wide, Ellen felt Helene slide above and settle her cunt warmly against Ellen's cunny. It was just as sexy as Wendy's pussy. Their fleshed-out cunts seemed to just fit together! The two had never visited much; it had always been Helene and Wendy. This was some way to become better acquainted!
"Nnnnnn!" Helene breathed, wiggling her cunt in snugly. "Good stuff!"
"Glad you two are hitting it off!" Wendy gurgled, resting a moment.
"Getting it off is the thing, honey," Helene laughed.
"Natch," Wendy giggled. "You getting your kicks, John stud?"
"Yeahhhh!" he chuckled, watching closely as Helene began to fuck.
Sure he's having fun! Ellen thought. I know him better than any of them. I've been having his prick off and on since he was just a boy! He's no better or worse than most men. He married Wendy for her money, we all know it. She'll be out tasting some new prick one of these days-or new pussy. Ohhh, Helene is real good at this. She fucks better than Wendy!
Helene was enjoying some terrific tingles. She had not made out with any girl except Beth for ages. Ellen was going for it as if she were starved. Hot cunt would never replace a cock like John's, but Ellen felt just wonderful. Those big high tits were mountains of pleasure. She had a very strong, thick clitoris, and it was easy to see why John kept her around, even though she was older than he.
"Ohhh, come on, do it!" Ellen breathed, her eyes closed, and her face twisting with passion. Her rich thighs angled way back, as she gripped Helene's ass.
"Get your goodies, Ellen!" Wendy panted, riding John's cock at a faster clip. "I'm ready for mine!"
Ellen felt the rising need in her loins as her clit hardened. The slick intimate mash of new cunt with watching Wendy straddled over John started her climax. She was a real party pussy now! It wasn't like going off with John all alone with him; it was not even like the thing between herself and Wendy, but it was horribly wild! The fun was rushing from her cunt and clit!
Helene knew she had something special! Ellen was moaning and grabbing, her legs jerking, her ass bucking furiously. This mature hot box really went off! She made Beth seem like a rank beginner. Helene was not ready herself. The pop-off on John's cock had been a real ringer, but she was certainly enjoying the shivers and palpitations of the robust redhead with the blonde cunt-bush.
Now Wendy was getting hers. The bed was shaking, and her cute ass was flying. John had her titties squeezed into fleshy cones, while her face contorted and a girlish sharp cry rang around the bedroom. She went into her short strokes!
"Ohh! Ohhh! Eeeeeeeeeee! Ohhh!" Wendy wailed.
"Come hard, baby!" John encouraged. "Tighten your cunt!"
Wendy felt the surges shoot from her clit. Her vagina twitched voluptuously as John's cockhead seemed to be up harder and farther than ever before! Those practice sessions of clenching her cunt muscles were paying off. Her vagina was doing it all alone! That afternoon with Ellen had done something for her, too. She was breaking a real whizzer!
Ellen's violent display of passion had a lot to do with it, too. This foursome was inspiring her! Helene was hanging on. Ellen was up-fucking as if she were possessed. The bed was taking one hell Of a beating.
Wendy finished and slumped down on John as he drew his hands away so that she could squirm her titties on his chest, while his hands went to her ass. Ohhh, those pangs of relief were dream stuff! She had never made it so thoroughly, so delectably! Her cock-filled pussy was still shivering.
Helene and Ellen quieted, and the room was filled for a while with heavy breathing, gasps of feminine pleasure. Wendy loved the view of two women fucking. It satisfied a certain need deep inside her that she could not explain. Helene had not made it, but she was hanging in there, tits mashed snugly to Ellen's full breasts. Now their mouths joined, their tongues snaking back and forth. Ellen's legs wound around Helene's ass.
I know how hot Ellen is, and now Helene knows, Wendy thought. We can have some far-out parties! Maybe I can keep John at home for a while. Two cunts in the house here and one next door.
Half an hour later, after a visit to the bathroom, John had his three cunts just where he wanted them-lined up at the foot of the bed, rumps tipped high, crotches angled back for easy rear-end entrance. Fresh drinks had helped him and the girls seemed as eager for it as he was.
He had read about a wealthy Chinese importer at Hong Kong who enjoyed himself this way, often bringing four girls into the act. He gave one or two strokes of prick to each cunt, moving back and forth along the line, with a special bonus for the girl who climaxed first. But this was not Hong Kong, where pussy was cheap. This was Santa Barbara, and one of the cunts was his own sister.
"Isn't this real heavy?" Wendy giggled. She was posed between Ellen and Helene.
"Perfectly awful," Ellen laughed. "I never dreamed I'd ever do a thing like this!"
"Well, you're gonna get it first, baby," John said, moving up behind her.
Cindi entered the house quietly, still glowing with joy. She was utterly and totally pooped, her mouth and titties and pussy still felt tender and puffy from her evening's exertions. Neil was so damned good to her!
I thought he'd never fill that second sheath with jism! she said to herself, dropping weakly into a living room chair. I made it six times! That last one almost wouldn't come, and when it finally did I nearly fainted! He asked to take me out again tomorrow night, but I have to talk to John first.
A faint burst of womanly laughter from upstairs drew her thoughts from Neil. Cindi had left them all on the patio drinking. She figured they would all be in bed by now, with Helene at her own home. But some of the laughter she heard was Helene's, then Ellen's voice joined in. Surely John couldn't be entertaining all three of them!
Since he'd had his fun at the beach with three pussies, Cindi believed he would do about anything. Now Cindi heard Wendy's loud giggle, then John's laugh. Cindi left her chair and sneaked up the stairway. The master bedroom door was partly open. All four were obviously in there. Heart pounding, Cindi crept nearer and peeked between the door and its frame.
She almost dropped her handbag! After that beach episode with those eager young twitches, Cindi realized she could expect some sort of orgy-but this was too much! Helene, Wendy, and Ellen were doubled over at the foot of the bed, asses raised, and John was pouring his prick into Ellen!
"Come off, honey!" Wendy gurgled. "You get only two more pokes, and then it's my turn for prick!"
"Ohhh, yessss!" Ellen cried, her face twisting with lust.
John drew way out and reared his big cock back like a bull. Ellen moaned, her head jerked from side to side as she pushed back and up at his cock. Then she went into her climax. Cindi had seen that before. She knew how much Ellen enjoyed her orgasms, and she was really living up this one!
Her big tits jiggled on the bed as her whole robust body shook. A cry of thrall broke from her throat, and John horsed his cock in again and again! There was no question about it. He was coming too! He had been taking turns with all three of them, and now he could not resist the allure of Ellen's cunt.
"Ughhh! Fuuuuuuck!" he shouted, hunching like a stallion. "That's gooooodcuuuuuunt!"
Cindi jerked away from the doorway, cold and shaken. She had seen quite enough. Ellen's whimpers of delight followed Cindi down the stairway, then came more laughter from Wendy and Helene. They were all drunk, all enjoying John's cock. Wendy seemed the worst of all, sharing her husband and joining him in an orgy.
But I wanted my own father for years, and maybe I still do, Cindi thought, heading for a downstairs spare bedroom. I asked him to fuck me, so I'm no better than Ellen or anyone, really. I get back home, and right away the old lust shows up again. Maybe if he got all that prick in me just once, I could wipe him out of my thoughts entirely!
She slipped into the spare bedroom, turned on a lamp, and fell across the soft, resilient bed. Her clitoris was tingling again! Watching her father shoot his cream into Ellen's cunt had aroused her once more. She knew she was too pooped to pop, but her hand did feel good on her bikini bottom as she hunched up on her fingers.
In the morning she would have some fun, for sure. She would make herself dream about Neil, not her own father.