"How do you like the first one, baby," John grinned, slipping his hand inside the thin black panties. "Fingers? Mouth? Cock?"
"Oh!" Helene breathed, feeling him explore her puffy cunt mouth. "I love some head, then the prick." Henri had trained her well, but she had been on top most of the time. Her latest steady was rather square; he wanted to do the thrusting. Her only real compensation was that at fifty-five he had to work at it a while before he got off.
"Good," John smiled, sliding his finger into her cunt. Her vagina twitched as his eyes showed pleasure. Henri had taught her that, too. Clench his prick. Her rewards had been total, even though it had taken her several years to grip very hard.
"Ohhh!" she whispered, as the dreamy tingles spread through her loins. "Don't make me wait too long."
John's thumb pressed Helene's clit, and his expression revealed his excitement. At Henri's insistence, she'd had a French surgeon unhood her clitoris. Her thrills after that had been much sharper. The tender tip was almost too sensitive, but with Henri using just his soft lips she had learned to come really good.
John trembled with new interest. She had a snug cunt and a neat little stand-up clit almost as strong as Ellen's. And she could tighten her box! Somebody had coached her well. He already knew he'd be back for more of this educated pussy.
"That feels terrific, baby," he said, watching her respond with delicate tremors, getting another cunt-clench on the finger. Her French husband had done an excellent job.
John drew his hand out of the moistened panties, and Helene squirmed quickly to the center of the round bed. She slipped her panties down her legs and away. As her thighs opened again, he looked at her cunt, and Old Dick tensed. The outer labia were expanded to show the sweet coral inner flesh. Her dark bush was thin and curly. Juice trickled from the rosy slit.
The bull lust to leap between her legs and ram it home caught at John's nuts. This was what made the difference between him and a guy who didn't know about the fine art of enjoying a turned-on pussy. Helene expected a competent lover, and she was going to get it. He crouched on his knees at her right and lowered his head to the upper part of her crevice, lipping the tender spike of her sex.
"Qhhhhh! Ohhhh!" Helene whined, her head tossing from side to side. Her dainty clit flexed between his lips as her fine plush thighs quivered. He ran his left hand up to her bare-tipped breasts. She seized his wrist and pressed his fingers hard against her boobs.
He rested his mouth, letting her savor the nuances of anticipation. Her long pink-brown nipples, perched on faint pink aureoles, were as stiff as pokers. He was purposely holding his prick so she couldn't reach it. Seeing it had stirred her enough for now.
God, he knows what makes a cunt sing sweet music! Helene thought, riding along on a wonderful high of erotic expectancy. I haven't been manhandled like this for years and years! My clit's ready to fire, and my tits feel as big as tents! I could lose my head about a tiger like him! Ohhhhh, here comes my funnnn!
John's lips fastened on Helen's cunt, and her clit began to pulse. Suddenly, his finger oozed into her twitching vagina! Throb, throb went her love cannon! Her cunt tightened in voluptuous cadences, the pangs of rapture shaking her body like a wild fever! The in-and-out oozings of John's finger were timed magically with Helene's pounding. She squealed.
John felt the honeyed fun-gun, and heard her plaintive cry of womanly thrall. Old Dick stiffened into full erectness. The vivid shimmy of Helene's legs and arms, her manner of total giving, reminded him of Ellen. He wished to hell he could top out as many times as a really turned-on woman.
"Uhhh! Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhh!" she panted, rushing into her after-twitches, her hands now caught in his hair, her hips lifting in rhythm. For John, feeling a clit go off on his lips was one of life's best experiences. He rested his fuckfinger in the fluttering cunt flesh as Helene softened, breathing jerkily. He had her hooked now. He could do just about anything with her. His cock wanted to be in there.
John kissed Helene's "little boy in the boat" and drew his finger out of her snug, drippy cunt. She uttered a little moan of joy while her hands were fondling his face and ears, the rise and fall of her tits adding to his visual pleasure. He settled down at her side and guided her hand to his tumid cock.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed, gripping it hungrily. "Ohhh, God!"
"Gooood pussy," John murmured, flattening his fingers on her cunt, liking her last eager lifts, and the wide spread of her lush, tapered thighs.
Helene rested, absorbing her tingles like a sponge, savoring each nuance of aftermath. Nobody had forged such a chain of response inside her since Henri. Her last lesbian fuck paled into insignificance. That beautiful big long cock! Holding it, loving it with her fingers, and wanting it tightly and slidingly in her cunt filled her cup of joy.
"You really pulled my trigger, honey!" she breathed happily. "Goooood prick!"
He laughed. "I thought you were gonna flop off the bed."
"Beast!" she giggled. That was another thing that made bedroom pleasures-a sense of humor, a little kidding and lying, and a little fuck talk. Being serious was for court judges. Making out was for fun.
"You must have a whole foot of prick!" she gurgled. "When do I get to suck it?"
"You said you could get it up," he chuckled.
"Jesus, what do you call up?" she laughed. "Are you hiding part of it?"
They both broke out laughing. Already, she could see good times ahead. She would have a little talk with Wendy. Maybe the pussy next door could share him once in a while!
Helene unfastened her bra and slid above him, her legs on either side of his. She cuddled her cunt at the base of John's cock, bracing her shoulders with her arms, arching her boobs down. His hands claimed them, and he grinned.
"I need it up in my cunt, honey. I'll suck it later, okay?"
"I like an active girl," he smiled. "Terrific breasts."
"I'm sure no girl anymore, but keep talking," she giggled. She came up on her knees, nudging her leaky cunt on the underside of his slanted cock. His hands cradled her tits beautifully. Having them played with was one of her favorite joys. When she had her fun all by herself, she could work on her tits, wiggle her ass, and get it off. A vibrating dildo was much better.
"We'll have to do this again, baby," he smiled, tensing his cock.
"I hope so!" she breathed, sliding her aching cunt toward his huge knob. "That's a whole lot of cock!"
Shuddering, Helene lifted high enough to fasten her cunt mouth on John's glands. She felt her labia spread on his cockhead. Her inner flesh opened and opened. The tumid knob began to ooze up into her vagina! He was spreading her flesh farther than it had ever spread for prick. Her stretched cunt mouth twitched around his cock. The thrills were just heavier than hell!
"Ohhhh, my God!" she gasped, stroking down. "Uhhhh! Uhhh!"
I've got every hot inch of it, and nothing ever felt so heavenly! she thought, her vagina clenching again. It's easy to see why Wendy looks so well fucked. Getting all of this regularly would blow my mind! I'll give him such a good fucking he'll be after more! A stud like him will always have extra pussy around, no matter what.
John knew he had uncovered a jewel almost comparable to Ellen. Helene's fine, snug cunt moved around his cock the way a hot cunt should. With sweet little tightenings, her cunt mouth clasped the root of his prick like warm fingers. Some lucky bastard had trained her well, but it was obvious she'd never had so much cockmeat up in her box.
He was used to that. He had long-cocked plenty of girls, including the three chicks at the beach. Somehow, he knew that Cindi's dainty pussy would be even tighter around his cock. He had to stop thinking and wondering about it. His daughter was haunting him, and his drinking had not changed things-only made them worse.
Now, when he had expected to find Helene just an average fuck, he had uncovered a sensational playmate. Her years in France had done it. She was as sensually alive as she looked, and girls raised in the States were the poorest at prodding in the world. Ninety-nine per cent of them didn't know shit about sex. They knew how to dress and look sharp and act sexy, but get your prick in, and it was like nothing. On top of that, the price was too high: a wedding ring, a big house, lots of luxuries just for the questionable privilege of jacking off in a loose, unresponsive cunt. They even wanted complete fidelity. Wendy was better than most. At least she was trying to learn, and her daddy's influence had brought him all kinds of new business.
"Ohhhh, ohhh!" Helene whined, starting her hunching. Her long thick nipples and firm tits were an added bonus. There was no put-on here. She loved it.
"Come at will," he smiled. "Get as many as you want."
"Uhhhh! Ohhhh!" she gasped. "I never had a cock like this in my life!"
John had heard that before, but it still tickled his ego. Cunt was really what he lived for. A successful one got plenty if he worked it right. To him, there was a little whore in every woman and a bit of pimp in every male. Fucking just for the fun of it, like Helene and Ellen-that did make a whale of a difference.
Helene began the ecstatic climb to her peak. Topping a cock was really the only way to fuck in her book. Henri had taught her that, too. She owed him for her liberal education in sensuality, her erotic awakening. But the thought of her husband humping other dames all during their early married years had finally turned her off. Since the divorce, she had changed her outlook. It was her turn now to sample new stuff. She knew she would like to make the scene with Wendy, and young Cindi was ripe for plucking. But hot rigid cock was her best stimulant.
Helene stroked carefully right up to the edge of her orgasm and paused, her clit and cunt aching for the finish. Her vagina tightened sweetly as a shower of thrills spread delectably through her pelvis, arms, legs, and tits. This was what put sparkle in the day and made life full and rich. This and this and this was what a girl needed more than anything.
Her juices were drooling down around his nuts, and he was teasing her nipples with almost feminine knowingness. Her tit peaks had not been so puffed and tender for years! She was dragging her fun out to the very limit.
"Baby, you're good up there," he murmured.
"Ohhhh! Uhhhhhh, God! I gotta break one!"
"Ride hard and come off!" he muttered, tensing his huge beautiful prick. She balanced precariously at the crest of her lust, feeling the pangs flex her clitoris and spread to her prick-filled vagina! She squealed as the pounds of her climax clenched her cunt in voluptuous rhythm! Her excited nipples seemed to spurt sex in his hands. Her hips lunged, and she jabbed that dreamy knob at her cuntal depths. Then her entire pelvis convulsed. She heard herself moaning and panting. She was fucking like a machine! She could not recall when she had gone off so beautifully before.
This cunt reminds me so much of Ellen, it's like I had her big tits in my hands, John thought, feeling Helene's vibrant responses, the lively clenching of her cunt membranes. Jesus, man, this is gooooood cuuuuunt! She can really flip that ass! When she comes, she squeals like a stuck hog.
Again, the delightful shimmy of Helene's whole body as she sailed into her last hunches pleased his senses. Her back arched, and the expression of thrall on her face was so intense his prick answered with good tensings. She moaned and softened as he released her breasts and cuddled them to his chest. Her rich thighs gripped his ribs, while her convulsive last shivers told how much she was enjoying herself.
"Uhhhh! Uh, uh, uhhhh!" she panted against his throat. "Oh, Big John really got me off that time!"
John cupped Helene's trembling ass cheeks. Her mouth found his, and she raked his chest with her tits while her tongue was stabbing like crazy. A flurry of strokes, more trembles, and finally her mouth broke free. She relaxed like a kitten.
"Pussy comes real good," he chuckled. "Here pussy. Here pussy."
"Is that all you think about, animal?" she giggled.
"When it's this hot and twitchy," he grinned.
"If you opened my head right now, all you'd see is prick!" she breathed. "Your prick."
"Yeah, these things fit pretty good," he said. And right now I wish Cindi was up there, her cute little cunt crammed with my meat.
Cindi rushed into the house, glad that no one was around to see her so flushed and upset. She ran quickly to her room and fell across the bed, tears in her eyes. The nagging burning in her pussy remained. She had to unload her passion. It had been a horrible day. She grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and bunched it between her legs. She would not have to remove her panties and shorts, she was so feverish for a finish.
I hated John this afternoon, but I don't now, she thought, her hips thrusting at the pillow. If he was only here under me, his big hard prick sliding in my pussy, I'd just fuck and fuck till he got enough! He could play with me, and eat me-or anything!
Her fun was starting already! She couldn't hold it back or drag it out this time. The ache to have it was too compelling. Stings of need gripped her groin as she hunched faster and faster. Watching Carl and Dotti had stripped all her shame away. She was an animal, straining for her climax! She was in heat, and only rigid cock would tame her lusts. But the cock she craved was forbidden!
Oh, it's coming real hard and big! Every time lately the climaxes are better! I'm gonna have his prick, no matter what! Ohhh, ohhh! It's like his prick was in me!
A cry left Cindi's lips as the candy-coated thrills pulsed furiously from her clitoris. Moving her ass seemed to increase her delight. She was giving, not taking. She was showing John what a good fuck was really like! He would just love her nice, fresh virginal pussy! Ohhhh, it was so good, so very wonderful and goooood!
Cindi's twinges of relief had never been sweeter. Her pussy mouth was contracting! She hunched and hunched for the last sensations, her legs shivery with her effort and her breathing heavy. She slumped at last, tingles still fanning out from her clit, her nipples poking at the hold of her halter. He would love her breasts, too-so firm and pretty.
An hour later, showered and refreshed, Cindi waited for John to return home. She wore her tightest pair of dark pants, a snug pink jersey, and heels, wanting to look her best for him. She wanted to apologize for some of her remarks. Wendy and Ellen hadn't returned, either. It was funny they were gone so long.
In the library, she was searching for a new book that was supposed to be real dirty when she spotted an old family album she had never seen from John's side of the family. She took it to a chair and sat, looking at very old snapshots, some taken in Montana when John was just a boy. He was handsome even then. But one suddenly drew her attention.
"John and Ellen" was written below it. They stood side by side, and the resemblance was striking. He had known her since she was in her teens! Maybe she was a distant cousin! Then, at the top of the snapshot, she read "brother and sister."
Oh, no! But there the evidence was: the kinship between them and their actions were suddenly explained. John was fucking his own older sister-and had been for years!
Cindi snapped the album closed and returned it to the drawer, her hands shaking. Incest was not new to them, at all. Posing as his housekeeper kept her near so they could enjoy their illicit pleasure. This was what they'd been hinting at, what they couldn't talk about.
Oh, if he can fuck his sister, he can fuck his daughter, too! That's why he said "no" and got so awfully mad! He's already guilty, and maybe Ellen's the worst, because women don't fuck unless they really like a guy. She's older. Maybe she started it!
A car stopped out front. Cindi shivered, hoping it was John. No, she heard Ellen and Wendy, their words and laughter. As they came in the front door, Cindi peeked from the library door which was not quite closed.
"That was just beautiful fun, honey," Ellen smiled, her arms gliding around Wendy's waist.
"Right!" Wendy giggled, lifting her mouth for a kiss.
Their lips met. Cindi could see their tongues wrestling, their breasts cuddled together, their cunts pressed close. Ellen was dressed attractively, looking better than Cindi had ever seen her-except in that lacy bedroom outfit when she had entertained John in her apartment.
Cindi shuddered. Two revelations in one day was almost too much. She wondered how long this had been going on.
Finally, they broke apart with little pats and squeezes.
"You talk to John, like you promised, honey," Ellen smiled.
"Oh, I will. Don't worry!" Wendy giggled. "We'll all have a ball."
Cindi retreated, her heart thumping. When their voices faded away, she ran to the library window, raised the lower sash carefully, and crawled out. A row of shrubs shielded her movements. Moments later, she came in by the front door, rather noisily.
Those two bitches want a threesome with John! Cindi thought, envy crawling through her mind. "All have a ball" could mean nothing else! Having him alone was not enough. They wanted a party. And John would go for that. She had watched him take on three willing beach cunts.
Wendy came into the room smiling.
"You and Dotti have a good afternoon, honey?"
Cindi wanted to say, "We sure did. I watched her boyfriend make out with her and I ran home. I fucked a pillow for MY fun. I didn't rub cunts!" Instead, she said, "Oh, sure."
"You look cute in that outfit, Cindi," Wendy said. "But you're kind of pale. Anything the matter?"
"No," Cindi said, not able to meet Wendy's eyes.
"Well, when John comes home we're going to have a nice barbecue on the patio. That'll perk you up."
The only thing that'll perk me up is a fuck from my father! Cindi thought.
The sound of a car pulling up in front gave her a tingle. "That must be him now. I'll tell him."
Wendy nodded and walked back toward the rear. Cindi rushed out the front door just as John was leaving his big sedan.
"Hey," he smiled. "Here's my pretty young daughter looking sharp."
The way her father's eyes warmed as he surveyed her body gave Cindi another twinge in the pussy. She had fixed up for him and he liked it, but what she had discovered in the family album took away some of her pleasure.
"We've got to have another talk, John," she managed, her voice shaky.
"You're really upset, kitten," he said smoothly. "What is it?"
"I was just going through one of your family picture albums," she said accusingly. "And I know-about you and Ellen."
John felt a hard jolt in the balls. Of all the fucking bad luck! He had forgotten about those Montana snapshots. He had fully intended to burn them but had waited too long. A fantastic afternoon with Helene Fancher, and now this.
He felt his face turn hot. Then a coldness gripped his groin. Even in his fucked-out condition, Cindi looked sexy and desirable.
"Look, Cindi, I'm sorry. It started a long time ago. Sure, I'm an asshole. But Ellen needs me."
"If you can fuck her, you can fuck me!" Cindi flared. "You know you want to, and I want it. I told you I'd never tell!"
"We'll talk it out tomorrow, okay?" he muttered. "I'm bushed."
"Out humping some other cunt, I suppose," Cindi said dryly. She wanted to spill the works about Ellen and Wendy, but she held that back. He probably would simply shrug his shoulders. In some ways, he was a bastard.