Chapter 13
Heather and B.B. lay on lounges by the pool Friday afternoon, baking their hide.
"This is some place," B.B. said. "Your daddy must be rich."
"Well, not rich exactly, but successful," Heather replied. "From hard, honest work. I'm very proud of him."
"You ought to be. You've never invited me home with you. I thought you didn't like me."
"You know better than that," Heather said. "I don't have an excuse for not inviting you before. We've never fucked in front of each other either. Wonder how we let that happen. You really get with it when I suck your pussy. If you like to ride cock half as well, you'll be a sight to watch."
"Believe me, I love to ride cock!" B.B. laughed. "We'll have to do something about that omission soon." She sat up and looked around. "Is it safe to take off my top?"
"Sure. No one can see over the fence." Heather sat up, took off her bra, thought for a moment, then took off her bottom. "Might as well get some sun on my ass. It's as white as a sheet. Haven't had much chance to soak up rays lately."
"You have a beautiful ass," B.B. said.
"So do you, darling," Heather said. "We would really give a guy a fit if we double-teamed him, wouldn't we?"
B.B. giggled. "Wouldn't we ever! Why don't you pick out a guy and we'll put it to a test? I would love to watch you fuck."
"I just might do that," Heather said. She wondered if she dare suggest a threesome with her father. "Do you like group sex?"
"Oh, yes, with the right people. Does your daddy date girls our age?"
"Yes, sometimes. Why?"
"Would he date me, do you think? What I really want to know is, how he would feel if I asked him for a date?"
"He would probably be flattered. I didn't know you were interested in him."
"May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure."
"Would it upset you if I went to bed with him?"
"That isn't so personal," Heather replied. "Who he boffs is his business. He's a sexy, virile man. I'm sure he likes sex."
"I hope so," B.B. said. "I prefer older men."
"I understand that. I get so tired of the stupid games guys our age play."
"May I ask you a question that is very personal?"
"Okay. I won't answer if I don't want to."
"Fair enough. What would you say if I told you that I would like to do a threesome with you and your father? Don't answer until I tell you a little story.
"I was home for the summer between my freshman and sophomore year of college. My favorite girl cousin, Janet, had eyes for my brother. He's three years older than I am. At our family reunion that year, she asked me to help her get him alone so she could fuck him. I didn't see why I should do all the work and not get in on the fun, so I told her I would if she would help me fuck her brother. I didn't know at the time that she did it with girls, too. We sealed our pact with a kiss, and she surprised me with her tongue.
"After we ate and the adults were sitting around half-asleep, we lured the guys up to my bedroom and told them what we wanted. We had to do it in my bed right beside each other, but they didn't care. Horny young men will fuck anything, anywhere, any time. Janet and I lay close together so our bodies touched while her brother fucked me and my brother fucked her. I thought that was just about the wildest thing I had ever done. Janet said we could do something wilder. She suggested the guys swap and each brother fuck his own sister. They did, but they were nervous as hell about getting caught. As soon as they finished, they took off.
"Janet and I stayed there and she taught me about licking clit. A couple of guys had kissed my pussy to induce me to suck cock, but no one had actually eaten me out. God, I thought I had died and gone to heaven! I didn't know I was a screamer until she sucked me off. I had to hold a pillow over my face to muffle my screams. Since then, no man can get his cock in me until he sucks me off."
"That's an exciting story," Heather said. "It tells me how you found out that you like girls, but I don't know what it has to do with me."
"I still fuck my brother," Janet said. "Two or three times a month, at least. Once in a while, we find a girl who won't spill her guts and do a threesome with her."
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Heather asked.
"Does that mean what I think it does?"
Heather chuckled softly. "It means exactly what you think it does. Let's oil each other. If redheads aren't careful, we don't tan, we burn. Sunburns limit what a girl can do with a guy. And I have some wonderful plans for us."
B.B.'s nipples hardened the instant Heather touched her. When it was her turn to oil Heather, she had to fight the urge to go down on her. Heather pretended to ignore her arousal.
Heather kept track of the time. If Daddy came home and caught them sunbathing naked, it would spoil her plans. After about an hour of baking, she sat up.
"Let's take a shower, darling, so we'll be nice and fresh when Keith comes home."
"Together?" B.B. asked.
"Okay." Heather picked up her bikini. I wanted her to have a keen edge for later, but what the hell! It might work just as well if I get her off and keep her interest high. "Come on."
B.B. felt racy walking into the house naked. She knew she was going to feel a lot more risqué in a little while.
They got in the shower and Heather ogled B.B.'s body. She had seen the girl naked lots of times, but it always excited her. She put her hand between B.B.'s legs and rubbed her wet pussy. "Your sexy body excites me," she said softly. She cupped the brunette's tits and licked her nipples.
"I get so hot when you touch me," B.B. murmured.
"I'm a decadent, exciting girl," Heather said with a giggle.
Heather hugged the luscious brunette. The feel of their tits and pussy mounds rubbing made her blood race faster and hotter. She squirmed around until their slits were touching and gyrated gently. She put her hands under B.B.'s foxy ass, cupped her well-rounded buttocks and pulled her crotch forward.
B.B. put her arms around Heather's neck. "Don't get me off," she said quickly. "I want to stay right on the edge until we do our threesome. The hungrier I get, the wilder I get."
"Let's wash the oil off and get out."
They washed each other simultaneously, using their bare hands and passing the soap back and forth. They tittered and fondled and caressed and kissed, barely managing to get each other clean. They dried each other the same way, leaving steaks of water in their haste to get out of the bathroom.
Heather took B.B.'s hand and led her to the bedroom.
"I want to kiss your pussy," B.B. said. "Just to get my motor revving a little faster."
Heather sat on the bed and opened her legs. B.B. gave her a light kiss on the lips, then sank to her knees.
"Down she goes," Heather whispered.
"Sweeter words were never spoken," B.B. quipped. She gazed lovingly into Heather's furry crotch. "Hmmm, that hairy thing looks good enough to eat."
"God, I hope so!" Heather replied.
"Ummm, your pussy is so wet," B.B. murmured. "Is that sweet juice for me?"
"Oh, yes," Heather replied breathlessly. "Drink it, baby!"
B.B. chuckled happily. She kissed the smooth flesh on the inside of Heather's satiny thighs, then licked her sweet snatch. Heather moaned softly and hunched her twat at B.B's mouth.
"Do it, baby!" Heather hissed. "Suck my cunt!"
"No, you have to wait," B.B. replied.
"You're mean," Heather sighed.
"Suppose your daddy doesn't want to fuck me?" B.B. asked.
"Believe me, he'll want to fuck you!" Heather assured her. "We'll keep him in the dark for a while, just to make it more interesting."
"I'm always so nervous when I'm going to fuck a guy the first time. Is there something special you want me to do?"
"Lie down and spread your legs," Heather quipped. "Follow my lead, and everything will work out just fine."
"You're sure you don't mind?" B.B. asked, surprised by Heather's casual attitude. "Why would he want to fuck me if he doesn't want to fuck you? You're prettier and sexier."
"You want it all right out in the open, don't you?"
"I want to be sure that I'm not going to get you in trouble."
"You won't. Daddy's been fucking me a couple of weeks. I came home one night and walked in on him fucking his date. A young woman, by the way, about our age. I made up my mind that I had to have him. I'm pretty sure he wanted me, but couldn't bring himself to make the first move. I just crawled in bed with him and told him that he had to fuck me."
"What was his reaction?"
"He hesitated all of two or three seconds," Heather laughed. "Now, I'd better hustle my ass downstairs and start dinner. Want to give me a hand?" She got up and headed for the door.
"Like this?" B.B. teased, indicating her nudity.
Heather stopped and looked at her own body. "Oh, no, I guess not. I bought a pair of gold lame lounging pajamas to wear for a special occasion. This is about as special as it gets."
"I'll have to put my skirt and blouse back on," B.B. said.
"You look very sexy in a miniskirt and a silk blouse, darling," Heather said. "Forget the underwear. Daddy likes to watch tits jiggle. And he'll go ape over your sexy legs."
Heather went down the stairs behind B.B. She patted her on the ass and said, "Foxy ass, darling."
"Don't get my blood hot again," B.B. laughed. "Just trying to keep your interest up, darling."
"My interest is already sky high!"
"I'll burn some steaks and nuke some spuds," Heather said. "You make a big salad. You'll find everything you need in the crisper."
"You'll love fucking Daddy," Heather said. "He has a gorgeous cock—big and thick and long. You've probably never had a bigger one. He can read a girl's mood, and know just how to treat her."
"He isn't one of those guys who fucks, then feels guilt afterward, is he?"
"Oh, no! He doesn't force a woman to do anything she doesn't like, so he has no reason to feel guilty." She cocked her head to one side. "I heard a car." She took B.B.'s hand. "Come on, let's go greet my daddy."
"I'm nervous," B.B. said. "What do I call him?"
"Keith is his name. That's as good as anything."
"Maybe I'll call him Daddy. Then I can pretend that I'm living one of my fantasies."
"Oho!" Heather laughed. "I'm not the only one, huh?"
They met Keith in the living room. He looked a little uncertain when he saw B.B. Heather gave him a light kiss on the lips, and he looked more uncertain. She grinned mischievously and turned toward B.B.
"Daddy, this is B.B., my very special friend. She's going to have dinner with us. B.B., this is my father, Keith."
B.B. held out her hand. Keith took her trembling hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed the back. "Why do I have the feeling that my naughty daughter is up to something?" He held her hand and observed her with a twinkle in his eye.
"Because she's mischievous?" B.B. laughed.
"You two get acquainted while I finish dinner," Heather said. "We're having grilled steaks, baked potato and salad, Daddy."
Keith held B.B.'s hand, led her to the couch and seated her. "Would you like something to drink? I have a good stock of the usual, and I'm a pretty good bartender."
"Wine?"
"Wine it is. Heather said we're having steaks, so how about a nice claret?"
"Whatever," B.B. replied. "I don't know much about wine."
"Maybe I can teach you a couple of things," he said, leaving the interpretation open. "Claret is best served room temperature, which means about fifty-eight degrees or so. I have to go down to the basement and get it. I'll be right back."
Keith stuck his head in the kitchen and said to Heather, "What are you up to?"
"I'm fixing dinner, Daddy," she replied, feigning innocence.
"You're something else," he laughed.