David Lasher - Randy sis Cindi

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!