Chapter 8
Cathy stood before the mirror and brushed her shining black hair briskly. She was satisfied with the sheen as she checked her appearance.
The little brunette smiled in delight as she posed before the motel-room mirror. The orange party gown added a golden glow to her skin. She laughed as she thought of how much she had paid for this whiff of light nylon and how little time it would remain on her body.
"I wonder who he will be." She moved about the room, adjusting the lamps. "I wonder who."
They had done it! The girls had actually accomplished their daddy-swapping party! Cathy drew in a deep breath as her body thrilled at their success.
They had the old motel rented, the one that their parents had used before Lake Plaza became a swinger's haven. Each girl had taken a room and the fathers were now in the meeting room at the end of the central courtyard. Keys to the room were to be shaken up in a bag for each father to draw from.
Cathy giggled. This was how her mother and father had started out. Her dad admitted on the drive over that his first swapping experience had been in just such a game.
Cathy climbed up on the bed. She was confident that she would be sufficiently appealing to the man who opened the door and saw her sitting there with the luscious orange nylon spread over her, clinging to the soft curves of her hips and legs and cut low enough to display the swells of her tits.
Cathy heard the general commotion outside as the fathers began testing their keys in the various doors. She imagined what might happen if they had not been careful enough to reserve every room in the small motel. She could imagine some young wife, straight, of course, who would look up and see some man trying to get his key in her door while he struggled to keep his excited cock under control.
She listened to four separate keys being tested in her door. The teen-ager fought back the urge to run and peek out the window to watch them. She forced herself to remain cool and seductive as she lay back on the bed, her head propped on a pillow, her long black hair shimmering down across her bare shoulders.
The fifth key slipped easily into the lock.
Cathy's heart leaped as she heard the lock click.
She watched with growing excitement as the door opened and a tall figure stepped through. She strained her eyes to recognize him as he stood outlined by the light coming in through the open door. Then he shut the door and stepped into the dim light of the lamps.
Cathy felt tingles of delight ripple through her body as she recognized the tall man. She responded to the smile on Mr. Mitcham's face. He leered at her exquisite form.
"Jackpot!" he exclaimed. "I really hit the jackpot! My God! You're as beautiful as anything I've ever seen!"
Cathy felt her body glow.
"Don't just stand there," she murmured huskily. "I want more than admiration."
Carl Mitcham stepped quickly to the bed and sat beside her. His eyes roved over her lovely body. He touched her gently, tenderly, on the waist, then his hands caressed her hips as he leaned over to kiss her.
Cathy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. She opened her lips and sucked his tongue inside. She ran her own tongue against the tip of his in teasing fashion as she twisted her tits against his chest.
They held their embrace for what seemed to be an eternity. Cathy was too excited for just kissing. She wanted Carl Mitcham to get serious about loving her up. Next to her own father, the tall man with the rich, auburn hair was very handsome. Little Cathy was sure that she, too, had hit the jackpot.
"Mmmmm," she sighed as her body pressed softly into his arms. "I hoped it would be you. I really did."
"I don't know whether I ought to believe you or not," he smiled as his hands began to outline her young tits. "You're such a little seductress."
He put his hand on one tit and adoringly squeezed the delicious breast. His other hand stroked her thighs beneath the soft nylon. His eyes glowed as he watched the way her tit heaved.
Cathy caressed his thighs, moved toward his bulging cock.
"Such a tempting little seductress," he said again as she felt his cock throb. "I've watched the way you flashed that delicious body of yours for months. I thought I'd have to wait another two years to put the make on you. Never dreamed we could work out this sort of an arrangement."
His mouth came back down on hers. This time he was the aggressor. What an aggressor he was! He ran his tongue brutally against hers. He filled her mouth with his sensuously conquering tongue.
Cathy went limp from the force of his kiss. His hand roved madly on her throbbing tits and pulsing thighs. She gripped the lump in his groin tightly and felt his captive prick pulsing as ardently as her pussy was aching for it.
"Oooooh!" she sighed as he forced her head back onto the pillow. "Oooooh!"
Carl moaned as he began pulling the straps of her gown off her shoulders. He stripped the luscious material down over her tits, then moved his kiss downward. His face was between the heaving globes of her tits as he kissed the delicious balls of flesh in growing passion. His hand slipped from her thigh and drew up the long skirt of the gown until he could get beneath it. He fingered her pussy through the crotch of her whisper-thin panties.
"Ummmm," the girl sighed happily. "Ummmm, you know how to make me feel good. You make me feel so beautiful the way your hands love me."
Carl's lips were busy devouring the luscious tits. He caught a nipple and began to suck it softly. His finger felt the wetness of her cunt beneath the filmy panties. He was sure he could rip the material with a single rough thrust.
He tensed his hand to tear through into the soft, damp pussy, then changed his mind. Hell, she had dolled herself up fantastically for him. There was no need to damage her panties, not when he could slip them off with one easy motion.
Cathy trembled in expectation as she felt his finger press against her panties. She shivered, waiting for him to drive through her panties and run his big finger up her aching cunt. She felt a pang of disappointment as the finger withdrew. She felt his hand slip inside the elastic and began to slide the soft nylon down over her thighs.
"Ummmm!" she moaned as she twisted her hips and ass to help him get the panties off. She tugged frantically at his trousers. She unsnapped the waist-band and unzipped the fly.
A few tugs into the shorts and she had his long, lean cock out in her hand. Her fingers thrilled to the warmth and hardness of his prick. She clasped it firmly in her grip and began to pump the shaft while her pussy tingled at the probing exploration of his finger.
"What a sweet pussy!" he exclaimed. "What a soft, sweet, delicious little piece of cunt. My old pecker is going crazy just thinking about getting inside that soft hole of yours."
His cock was as excited as he claimed. Cathy felt the solid prick. It was as hard as any cock she'd ever touched. The skin was soft and moved smoothly along the shaft, but beneath that she could feel a steel-hard length of prick.
The thought of his cock in her cunt increased her anticipation. Cathy thrust her tits up at his mouth. She twisted and pumped his prick until she felt his ass hunching uncontrollably from her stimulation. She thumbed the head and reached back to tease his balls.
"Ahhhh!" he exclaimed as he squirmed. "You know how to drive a man crazy. Well, baby, I guess it's time for me to get even with you. Let's see how calm and cool that pussy can stay under a good sucking."
Carl slipped down on the bed. He spread her thighs and went after her cunt with his mouth.
She jumped in sudden thrill as he sucked her pussy. He sucked like he wanted to draw all her insides out through her cunt. Her body thrashed on the bed. Sensations of heat shot through her. Her nerves became raw and sensitive from the continued sucking. Her clit went into delirious spasms as she felt his tongue massage it rapidly as he paused to draw a fresh breath before sucking once more.
"Ohhhh!" she cried as she held his head between her thighs and rolled on the bed. "Ohhhhh!"
She wanted to say more. She wanted to beg him to get his cock into her cunt and fuck her wildly and roughly. She tried to reach for the cock, but he was too far down on the bed. Her hands pounded against the bed in frustration.
His hands held her ass, squeezing and pawing passionately, as she lay helpless and horny beneath his continued cunt-sucking.
She struggled to keep her breathing calm and regular. She struggled to keep her body under control, though it threatened to explode all over the bed. She struggled to get her voice back so she could cry out to be fucked, to be filled with his big cock. She panted and moaned as his impassioned sucking made her hotter and hotter.
She was ready to scream when he finally moved his face from her pussy. Her body was alive with desire and need. Every nerve was tingling and shivering with rapid sparks of soaring delight.
Mitcham wasted no time. He brought his long, rigid cock to her immediately. One moment his suction was driving her Crazy, the next his cock was gliding into her pussy.
"All right, now, you little tease," he chuckled as he began to fuck her deeply, "here's that cock you've been wanting so badly."
"Oooooh," she sighed.
The panting continued to shake her tits and chest. Her body kept up its wild throbbing. Her nerves still shot those mad sparks throughout her body. He kept increasing the friction along the passage of her glowing cunt until her body was shaking with a mounting orgasm.
"You feel it, don't you!" he taunted as he plunged rapidly into her pussy. "You feel that hot pecker after your pussy! It's going to get it, too. It's going to get that pussy and pour cum all over it! You hear me! Gonna get that sweet little pussy! Gonna fill that little cunt!"
His voice drifted off as his breathing turned to heaving pants and gasps.
Cathy wrapped her legs around him and rode out his wild thrusts. She felt her climax gather force. The muscles in her cunt erupted in wild spasms. She heard the splashing of their juices. She heard the slap of his balls against ass.
She felt his hands tearing at her tits. She felt the room explode about her as her orgasm took over.
Her orgasm possessed her. For a few rapturous moments she was nothing but a shimmering fire of emotions. She soared! Her body glowed with a deep fire. Every movement of his cock, every touch of his hands on her tits gave her shivers of passion.
"Uhhhh!" Carl panted as his cock unleashed the deep warmth of its charge. The semen exploded from his cock and gushed through her pussy as they rolled and twisted together. He trust his prick into her wildly.
"What a piece of pussy you are!" Mitcham gasped. "What a wild fuck!"
"Mmmmm," Cathy sighed as she relaxed, warmed by the semen that filled her and the continued friction of his cock within the passage of her sated cunt. "Oooooh, that felt so good."
He tenderly caressed her body as she came down from her climax.
Cathy smiled when she realized that he had fucked her without getting undressed. His shirt was wrinkled. His pants hung down on his legs.
She laughed as she realized that her dress lay gathered about her waist. Too bad she couldn't iron it before facing the other girls and the next sex partner. Mr. Mitcham would be in the same plight. What the hell? They had come out here to fuck. Still, she wanted to look neat and nice for the next dad she drew.
The other girls teased her about the dress as they gathered back in the meeting room. Cathy realized she was the only daughter who was fucked in her gown.
The men had remained in the rooms of the motel. The young girls now began drawing room numbers. Now they crowded about and drew for the next fucks.
Cathy remained behind a moment to try to rearrange her dress and straighten her hair. She looked in the mirror and was satisfied.
Cathy checked her number. She located the room and walked to the door. The old feeling of anticipation returned. Whose father would it be this time?
She reached for the door, remembering that she'd seen Lynne go into the room where Beverly's Dad waited. Lynne would have a good fuck coming.
"Wow!" Mr. Wyroski exclaimed as she entered. "I hit it lucky this time. What a piece of pussy! Roy Bennett's daughter, aren't you? Hope you're half as good in the sack as your mother. Sure do. What's your name, honey? Come on. Get that dress off and get on over here. I got a cock here that needs to get into a young piece of tail like yours."
The dark-haired man sat on the bed, eagerly pumping his prick. His eyes leered.
Cathy felt an immediate distaste for him. So he had fucked her mother, so what? Everybody fucked everyone else at Lake Plaza.
Cathy paused, tempted to walk out. She wanted to, yet that would be backing out of the agreement. Loreen Wyroski would fuck her dad if he ended up with her tonight. Cathy would be obligated, then, to fuck the dark-haired man who kept leering and jerking on his prick.
"Scared, honey? No need to be. I know how to treat young pussy. Sure do. Just ask Loreen if I don't. I fuck that young cunt every night. Sure do. She never complains, either. You just ask Loreen."
Cathy sighed in resignation. She began to remove her gown.
He watched her as she undressed, his eyes glowing in excitement, his hand pumping madly on his swollen prick.
"Hell," he exclaimed. "If my little Loreen had a build like that, I'd fuck her three or four times a day. Damn, honey, my cock is already pounding away and you haven't got near it, yet. I'll bet old Roy Bennett has himself a hell of a ball on those little tits. Yes sir! I'll bet he gives that ass a good workout every night."
Cathy stood beside him for a moment, building up her courage.
He grabbed her arm, pulling her into the bed beside him. His hands were all over her. He caught a tit in one hot hand and her pussy in the other. He rolled over her. His tongue plunged between her lips. His hand gripped her tit firmly. He petted her pussy affectionately, then ran a finger into it, pumping it while his curved knuckles kept rubbing against her clit.
Her passion button responded to the stimulation. Her pussy closed about his rampaging finger. Her tits began to swell and burn from his massage. Even her mouth finally responded to the play of his tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as she writhed beneath him. She felt him crawl onto her and fit his cock into the opening of her cunt. He slipped his hard cock into her cunt.
"Now," he muttered happily. "Let's see how good you fuck. Little body like yours ought to be about the softest thing I ever stuck my cock into. I swear I'm ready to shoot off just looking at you. Damn, but you're just about the sexiest little cunt I ever saw. I bet Midge hates having you around. Pretty little tail as you are, you should keep your dad and brother both pretty busy."
He pulled her ass roughly toward him, impaling her cunt deeply on his hot pecker. He pumped away at her, his cock throbbing as it lunged into her sensitive pussy.
Cathy felt her emotions rising. She felt the tiny spasms rippling through her cunt.
"Ooooooooh!" she groaned passionately as her body pulsed in growing demand.
His cock trembled inside her. His hands grabbed her tits and her ass in frantic passion. His ass hunched his prick into her deeper and more rapidly.
Cathy felt his prick shudder ecstatically. She felt the warm liquid begin to ooze into her cunt. She felt his pecker go crazy as it tore into her and belched forth its hot emission.
"Aggghhhhhhh!" he exclaimed as he fucked her wildly, his cock emptying into her cunt before she had gotten her own climax. "Ohhhhhhh! What a pussy! What a fabulous little pussy!"
He fucked her vigorously, almost bringing her to orgasm.
Cathy tried to push her pussy over the hump and get to a climax before he finished. She almost succeeded. She came close.
She lay panting beside him as he rolled off her and watched her glowing body. He watched her tits swell.
Cathy wanted to scream. She wanted to curse. She held her temper, though. She forced herself to remember that there was still a lot of fucking to do.
She did admit, though, that she'd learned one lesson about fucking. Older men were not necessarily better than young boys. It wasn't a matter of age or experience. It was a matter of being sensitive to a girl's responses, of letting her rise to orgasm, then adding the male cum as a final icing to the cake.
Cathy lay back and watched Wyroski doze off contentedly. She settled back. She smiled. The next man she'd probably fuck as rapidly as Wyroski had fucked her. Maybe that was it, she thought. Maybe he had been so busy getting the last girl through her orgasm that he had not gotten his own.
She hoped so. She lay back, accepting it. Besides, there was still some measure of satisfaction in having him empty himself into her pussy.
She had been a good fuck for him. She'd given him a good ride. The next man would give her a good ride. She'd count on it.