Chapter 6
"If that doesn't get his cock to attention, he should be kicked out of Lake Plaza," Beverly Mitcham laughed as she looked over the trim body which was displayed to perfect advantage in the brilliant orange bikini. "Damn, if you don't make me want to have a quick cunt-suck before I go to my own seduction party."
Cathy laughed. She hoped the older girl was right.
Lynne Compton had been unable to get her father to screw her, and Cathy had drawn the assignment of breaking him in to daughter-fucking.
Cathy felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Beverly straightened her brilliant green outfit-tight, clinging slacks and skimpy halter. Cathy smiled at the impression Bev would make on her target for the evening.
"I just hope I look half as sexy as you," Cathy said. "I know my dad would have his cock out in less than a minute if you showed up like that and went after him."
"You have nothing to worry about," the older girl reassured her. "With your body, you have the battle won already. You get Mr. Compton in the sack and Lynne can blackmail him right into her own pussy."
"I'll do my best," Cathy replied. "Laurie will call her in about an hour, right?"
"Right!" Bev answered. "That gives us time to get both men really drunk. Then the girls will leave us alone for an hour or so."
"All right." Cathy turned to walk over to Lynne's house. "Here's to luck for us both."
"To all of us," Bev answered. "We have to get every father involved in this."
Cathy watched the luscious body of the red-haired girl twist sensuously along the sidewalk. She smiled, hoping she looked half as sexy. Lynne's house was just around the bend of the street as it followed the shore of the lake. Cathy walked up to the door and tapped the doorbell, then she stepped in without waiting for an invitation.
"Hey, wow!" Lynne exclaimed as she came in from the patio. "That ought to do it," she whispered in a conspiratorial tone of voice as she led Cathy out toward the pool.
Mr. Compton lay back in a recliner, soaking up the sun, a tall drink held carelessly in his hand. He sat up and turned to get a better look at Cathy. The stunning brunette walked provocatively toward him.
"Hi, Mr. Compton," she called, giving him her best smile and thrusting her tits outward as she swung her hips enticingly.
"Oh," he replied nervously. "Hello, Cathy. I didn't recognize you at first. You look so much more ... uh ... mature. Really growing up, aren't you?"
"I hope so," Cathy laughed. "I was so afraid I'd be a skinny, flat-chested little girl all my life."
Cathy caught the way his eyes fastened on her firm young tits. She sat down facing him so that he would be able to see her tits as she leaned over in her conversations with Lynne.
The two girls chatted as they sat, getting up from time to time to refill Mr. Compton's glass with heavily loaded drinks.
Cathy watched until she was certain that he was drunk enough and interested enough in her body to follow them.
"Geeeeee!" she sighed. "It's hot out here. Can't we go inside and cool off?"
"Sure," Lynne answered.
Cathy rose slowly. She leaned over as she came up, exposing the golden tan of her tits. She pretended to adjust her bikini before following Lynne inside the house.
They giggled at Mr. Compton's great interest. They watched him decide shortly that he, too, had had enough sun for the afternoon.
They selected an afternoon movie on TV that they felt he would enjoy watching. They sat on the floor beside his favorite reclining chair.
Cathy felt her body glowing as he kept looking her over while pretending to watch the war movie. Her tits tingled knowing he was staring at their luscious curves. Her thighs pulsed at the anticipation of his hands caressing them.
She inhaled deeply and luxuriously, stretching her young body. They had given him enough booze and enough display of exciting young flesh to have him well set up by the time the phone call came.
"I have to run over to Laurie's for a while," Lynne apologized. "I hope you can stay here and wait for me to get back."
"How long?" Cathy asked coyly.
"Oh gosh," Lynne said. "I'm afraid I'll be over there for an hour or longer."
"That's all right," Cathy answered. "If your dad doesn't mind me staying, I'll wait here and watch TV with him."
Mr. Compton shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He was afraid to speak for fear his voice would give away his excitement at being alone with the luscious little girl who had suddenly blossomed into such a desirable young woman. His cock was already swollen.
After her friend had gone, Cathy leaned against his chair and pretended to watch TV. She was aware of his rapid breathing as he kept glancing down at her curving ass and inviting tits. She faced him from time to time and smiled brightly, giving him a hint.
"I'll bet you have the boys standing in line," he commented in a hoarse voice. "A girl as pretty as you ought to be driving them all crazy."
"Kids," she pouted. "They're just so immature, all of them."
Cathy looked up sensuously beneath her long, curved lashes and gave a deep sigh that left her tits shimmering.
"I just ache," she confessed, "to have a real man put his arms around me. You know, just wrap me up and hold me close against him."
Harry Compton swallowed with great difficulty. The girl's soft blue eyes stared deeply into his own. He reached out and placed a trembling hand on her shoulder. The satin feel of her skin increased his trembling excitement.
Cathy softly kissed his fingers. She caressed his arm. She closed her eyes slowly, then looked back at him and smiled dreamily. She kissed his hand once more and drew it across her shoulder and down till it touched the swells of her tits.
Harry felt the soft silken texture of her tits. His hand shook with excitement at the nearness of the lovely young girl. He ached to grab one of her delicious tits. He wanted to run his hand inside the halter of her suit and cup one of her luscious globes. He wanted to pull the tiny orange halter off and kiss all that young beauty.
"There is a difference," Cathy murmured as his hand rubbed the top of her soft tits. "A man's hand just feels so much nicer, so much warmer and more experienced."
She looked up at him as though pleading for him to understand, then she placed his hand over one of her exquisite tits.
Harry caressed the sweet tit. Keeping his hand on her tits, he guided her up and into the chair with him. His cock throbbed against its confinement as she came softly into his arms. He hugged her sweet little body and ran his hands softly over her curves.
Damn, she felt good. Her flesh maddened him. She was soft yet firm. Her tits were taut and firm, yet delicately soft to his touch. Her thighs were lean and lithe.
"Ummmm," he sighed as he slipped his hand inside the halter roving over her luscious tits. "Urnmmmmm. You have the softest body. Now that I'm old enough to appreciate young beauty, I'm too old to attract it."
"You've attracted me," Cathy replied as she cuddled sweetly against him and welcomed the soft caresses of his hands. "You know what I mean?"
Harry looked at the wide, innocent eyes. The girl liked this. The lovely little piece of tail in his lap wanted him to do more. She wanted him to fuck her. Her eyes told him that clearly.
He debated the consequences. It would be statutory rape. It would be, that is, if the girl talked. He looked at the bundle of curves nestling happily against him. Would she report him?
Cathy began to run her fingers over his firm chest. She teased his nipples She pressed her hand over his pulsing cock. She sensed his hesitation and was determined that he would have no chance to back off. She had to keep his sexual interest growing until it was too late for him to change his mind.
"I like the way older men do it," she whispered. "They know how to make a girl come. You know what I mean? Like the boys my age just grab ass and stick their cocks in you. They shoot off too fast. You know what I'm talking about?"
She caressed his cock sensuously while she thrust her tits against his hands. She felt his body throbbing with growing desire.
"You've screwed other men?" he asked. "Older men?"
"Don't ask," she whispered breathily. "I'll never get anyone in trouble for giving me a good fuck."
Cathy kissed him. She saw the expression on his face. She had passed the last hurdle. He knew she would never talk. He trusted her now. He let his passion run free.
She parted her lips as he kissed her. She allowed his tongue to roam as lustily as his hands caressed her trembling body.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed as he tongue-fucked her mouth.
His fingers sought the tie of her halter. He drew the skimpy garment off her. He ran a hand inside the bikini bottoms and fingered her pussy. She shivered at his touch and stroked his pulsing cock.
Cathy felt her body soaring as he lifted her from the chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled his neck and shoulders as he walked back to a bedroom. She panted as he laid her gently on the bed.
He looked into her eyes as he leaned over her, his hands resting on either side of her body.
"You sure you want this?" he asked. His lips curled in anticipation as he looked at her lovely tits. His prick bulged in his shorts as he thought of the fun of sticking it up this precious little pussy.
Cathy licked her lips and nodded. She smiled, then slipped her bottoms down as he stepped out of his shorts. His cock stood upright,, short and stubby, but tremendously broad. She smiled at the huge knob on the end of his cock. She reached for the prick as he cimbed into bed.
His hands came at her tits and pussy. He cupped and caressed her tits as his finger slipped quickly into her cunt and explored the moist passage. He fingered her pussy deeply. He finger-fucked her thoroughly, his thumb brushing her clit as he stroked into her. His other hand fondled her tingling breasts and fingered her nipples into stinging hardness.
Cathy writhed in delicious agony as he worked her to a frenzy of demand. She pumped his cock rapidly, the wide, blunt rod heating up as she stroked it.
"God, what a delicious morsel!" he muttered. "You're so soft and fresh and lovely. Yet you're as hot to fuck as any woman I ever felt up."
"Yes," she breathed heavily. "I want to be fucked! I want that broad cock of yours to spread me open! I want to feel it swell inside me! I want to feel it shake and tremble as it shoots into my pussy!"
"What a pussy!" Harry sighed. "What a soft, sweet, wet little pussy! I promise you I'll be gentle."
"Ohhhhhhh," Cathy sighed as his finger made circles in her cunt. "Ohhhhh! Don't worry about hurting me. I want to feel you in there. Don't be too gentle, please!"
"You little tease!" he muttered as he rose above her. "I ought to fuck the hell out of you! I ought to fuck you so roughly you'd have trouble walking for a week."
"Promises! Promises!" she teased.
She twisted her ass.
He held her down in order to get his cock inside her steaming cunt. He forced the monstrously wide head into her pussy and held it there for a moment.
Cathy felt her cunt stretch. She tensed as he began to shove the huge, bulging knob past her clit and into the passage of her pussy.
"Where's all that big talk now," Harry laughed. "You afraid of my old cock? Relax, honey. It'll go in. You'll feel like it's going to split you for a few minutes, but it'll fit. I promise you that."
The brunette closed her eyes and concentrated her thoughts on the delicious sensations rippling through her tits as his hand continued its delightful caresses. Her cunt sucked his cock as it drove slowly into the narrow passage. Just as she thought her flesh was about to tear, the cock slid in a little farther and her contracting pussy shuddered in ecstasy.
"That's the girl," Mr. Compton congratulated her. "That's the way to take a big cock."
She realized his cock was all the way into her. It was in now, and beginning to take advantage of her stretched pussy. The stubby prick plunged and pulsed through her. Her cunt sucked and contracted on the solid hunk of meat. Her tits tingled with sparks of passion as she felt her orgasm nearing.
"Uhhhhh!" Harry panted as he fucked her wildly.
The friction caused by his wide pecker brought them both to a soaring peak of passion.
Cathy shuddered. She hunched her ass, pushing her pussy on the healthy rod.
"Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned as she writhed beneath him. "Uhhhmmmmm!"
"God, what sweet cunt!" Harry exclaimed.
The friction of tight young pussy had its effect on the lusty man as well. His thrusts increased in frenzy. He rammed away at the slender body. His hands grasped her luscious tits wildly. He plunged his mouth over hers and raped her mouth, then lifted his head to breathe heavily, gasping for air.
"I'm coming! Ohhhhhh! Yes, I'm coming! Hurry, Mr. Compton! Fuck me harder! I want to feel your cock explode in me! Ohhhhhh!"
Harry thrust violently into her. His breath came in heaving gasps as his cock began to shudder, then to jerk madly as his huge charge erupted.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Cathy shrieked as she felt the hot cream flowing into her pussy. "OOOOOOO-EEEEE! THAT'S SO GOOD! THAT'S SO WARM AND GOOD IN ME!"
"JUST LIKE YOUR SWEET PUSSY!"
Harry held her tightly and emptied his prick. He drained himself into her luscious pussy. He climaxed, then rolled to the side of her and lay there caressing her golden tanned body. He rested his cheek on one of her tits, lost in happy contentment. He closed his eyes.
Then he opened them quickly.
Harry Compton sat up in horror.
His daughter leaned against the door. A broad smile across her mouth as she looked at him. She kept smiling as she began to untie the halter of her swimsuit.
Harry trembled as his daughter slipped her panties off and walked toward the bed as naked as he and Cathy.
"Lynne!" he gasped. "Lynne! Oh, Lynne, honey, let me explain!"
"Explain what, Daddy?" Lynne slipped into bed with them. "How can you explain that you gave a friend some of your cock before you gave any to me? How could you explain it if I decided to tell everyone about what happened here?"
"You wouldn't!" he gasped in horror.
"Oh yes I would," she answered sweetly as she began to caress his chest and shoulders. "You bet I would."
She leaned down and kissed the head of his cock. She licked the cum which still clung to it, then smiled back up at him.
"There's only one way out for you, Daddy. You fuck me, too."
"Oh no, baby," Harry protested. "I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be right. I'm your daddy."
"You fuck me," his daughter demanded with a tight squeeze of his pecker, "or people will know about what you just did to a sixteen-year-old. I know Cathy won't tell, but I sure as hell will! I'll spread it all over, unless I get my share of your sweet cock."
Cathy eased from the bed as Lynne pulled her dad against her tits. Cathy watched Mr. Compton suck and tongue his daughter's tits. She retrieved her bikini bottoms from the floor. She paused at the door to look back and make sure that Lynne had the situation under control.
No question about it, Cathy was assured as she saw Harry begin to slip his finger into the girl's pulsing pussy.
She slipped back into the family room to find her halter. She tied it about her still tingling tits.
Before she left the house, she tiptoed back down the hall and listened to the heaving gasps of Harry Compton as he forced his overcharged cock into his daughter and gave her the fucking she wanted.