David Lasher - Randy sis Cindi

Cindi's fierce squeal of triumph blotted out Neil's thoughts. She was getting it off with real gusto this time.

"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.