"No problem, Shari," he said and watched her ass go in her little black bikini. He turned back to Spencer. "I don't mind cooking. The scenery is nice and Lucy is always real drunk and eager at the end of the night."
"Sounds like a great deal for you," said Spencer, although he wanted to sock Tom in his face.
"So you here with Maddy and that black girl?"
Spencer's grip tightened on his beer bottle. He glanced down at the pool and saw both his daughter and Tamara splashing in the shallow end. He was glad to see Tamara wasn't drinking anything but a Coke.
"That's right," said Spencer.
"Whew," whistled Tom. "That Maddy is fiiiiine. You'd better keep an eye on her at this party."
"That's exactly what I'm not supposed to do," muttered Spencer.
"What's that?" asked Tom.
"Oh, nothing. I think I'm going to, uh, head inside for a while. I'll check back later. Maybe help out with the grill or something."
"Whatever, man," said Tom and returned his full attention to the grill.
Spencer wandered into the kitchen and managed to finish a beer and pick up another before he made it out to the other side. Crowded wasn't an adequate word. It was body-to-body suntanned women in bikinis and shirtless bros laughing too loud about stories that Spencer could only half hear. He got caught up in multiple conversations, listening to rambling drunks try to explain something or telling freckle-faced girls about being in the Marines.
It was a draining experience and he was relieved to slip onto a couch next to a bunch of guys and a couple girls playing a drinking card game.
"You want us to deal you in?" asked the guy sitting next to him.
"Just an observer," said Spencer.
He watched for a while, but it was clear they were not exactly happy to have an old man in a Hawaiian shirt watching their drunken antics. When one of the girls tried to drop a sombrero on his head, he ducked out, snagging another beer and finding an alternate route back to the pool area.
He had finished two more beers and killed another hour in unpleasant conversation by the time he reached the crowded pool. The DJ had started spinning his interminable electronic music and Spencer noted, with some concern, that several of the girls in the pool had taken their tops off. With all the making out and fondling going on, the party was one step short of an orgy.
Worse, Spencer saw Tamara, but he no longer saw his daughter. He made eye contact with the teen, who was herself being groped in the pool, and she cut her eyes towards a thatched hut at the back of the pool area. Apprehension tightened in his chest.
Could Maddy have somehow rendezvoused with that damned boy, Bryce, he had caught her with twice now? She had promised she was through with him. Maybe she had me some other boy and was right now being pounded by one of these drunken guys like that fatass, Tom. Images flashed into his head that no father would envy.
He tossed his beer into a nearby trashcan and plowed a course through the crowded pool area. He earned dirty looks and some nasty comments, but he made good speed. He stopped just outside the door to the shack. It was a prefab shed with straw glued to the outside to make it look like a tropical hut. It was hard to hear anything over the blaring dance music. He put his hand on the latch.
"You said you were going to give her some space," he muttered to himself. "You told yourself you would stay out of her life."
But he couldn't leave it alone. Not when his beautiful daughter might be getting taken advantage of by some scumbag just a few feet on the other side of the door. He took a deep breath and gently pulled. His eyes went wide at what awaited him on the other side of the door.
"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to be a Kappa Sigma girl," said Lucy.
The blonde was completely nude and sitting on a table backed against the wall of the shed, her shoulders leaned back, her feet upon the edge of the table, and her thighs spread wide. Her breasts were tanned all over, with darker brown nipples jutting up from her pert mounds. His view of her pussy was blocked by the back of another woman's head. A woman that Lucy was holding by the girl's hair. A woman with her bikini bottoms off and her firm, round ass aimed at the door. Those cheeks, pale in the shape of bikini bottoms, were reddened in several places.
"Maddy," whispered Spencer.
It was his daughter on her knees and pleasuring the Kappa Sigma's queen bitch. And the two girl weren't alone. Shari, the brunette with the huge tits who wanted a couple burgers, was perched on the table next to Lucy. Her huge tits were out, pink nipples and wide areolas drawing his eye, thighs spread and mound topped with fuzzy black hair. She was holding a wooden paddle marked with the Greek Kappa Sigma Mu and giving Maddy a whack on her tight ass every few seconds.
"Suck that pussy," moaned Lucy, forcing Maddy's head down. "You like that pussy, don't you? Are you a good pussy licker?"
"Mhhmmmm," moaned Spencer's daughter.
His cock twitched in his shorts. It was an involuntary reaction. Beneath the smell of booze and coconut suntan lotion, Spencer could smell their wet pussies. All three of them. Another smack on Melody's bottom drew his eye back to her firm ass. Her gloriously perfect ass. His cock stiffened more and he felt sick. He looked away. He looked at Shari, fondling her own tits as she spanked Maddy, and at Lucy, gyrating her hips and thrusting her wet groove against Spencer's daughter's tongue.
"Sssssss!" Lucy sucked air through her teeth. "Not so hard you little bitch."
Lucy yanked Maddy's head to the side and he could see her cum-smeared lips, her flushed face and her tongue curling against Lucy's glistening folds. His daughter licked eagerly, letting out little whimpers each time Shari delivered another loud smack to her ass. He saw his daughter's slick folds, her hand sliding between her thighs to touch herself, her ass spread just enough to see...
Spencer took a step back from the door. It thumped shut.
"What was that?" asked Shari.
"Don't worry about it," said Lucy. "Probably just some peeping tom who wants to see this little pussylicking slut in action."
"Your Tom?" asked Shari.
"No, you ditz, in a general sense."
"Should we lock--" Maddy began, but her words were muffled to silence.
"Did I tell you to stop eating that pussy? Keep your tongue in there. I'm almost ready to cum again."
Spencer stepped backwards, bumping into a guy taking a picture of several girls forming a human pyramid.
"Watch it, fuck-knob," said the bro.
"Sorry," mumbled Spencer.
He was in a daze of shock. His face hot. His traitorous body reacting with lust to what he had seen. He pushed his way back through the party, slowly regaining his wits. He'd walked in on a hazing ritual - a lesbian hazing ritual - and he hadn't done anything. No, he realized, it was worse than that, he had gotten a hard-on just glimpsing his daughter being spanked and forced to lick pussy. That was not the reaction he was supposed to have.
He finally became aware of his surroundings. He had wandered upstairs to the second floor of the house. The bedroom doors were opening and closing as couples and threesomes came and went, giving him dirty looks as they returned to the party or headed into an available room for some privacy. One door did not open and close like all the bedrooms. It was the study room, shut tight with a "DO NOT DISTURB" sign from a hotel hanging on the knob.
He opened the door and went inside. The door closed behind him and did a surprisingly good job of shutting out the loud music and voices from the party. It even closed off the smell of pot.
"Hey," came a voice from behind the study carrels. "You're not supposed to...be..."
Katie stood up and saw him, her expression changing from annoyance, to surprise and finally to concern. He could only imagine what she saw. What his dazed expression must have looked like.
"Spencer," she said. "I mean, Mr. Mars. What are...are you here for the party?"
"Daughter," he said. "Downstairs. I saw my daughter. I brought her."
"Um, yo
u're not making a lot of sense. Are you drunk?"
She came around from her study desk and stood beside the table with him. She was wearing a new outfit, pink fleece zip-up and sweat pants, red hair pulled back in a ponytail, her blue eyes still huge and beautiful behind those glasses.
"No," he said. "Yes. Maybe a little. That's not..."
He shook his head and tried to free himself from what he had seen his daughter doing in the shack. He pushed it to the back of his mind with all the other things a father should never see and he forced a smile onto his face.
"Katie. I'm sorry to bother you," he said. "I think, for once, I'm too old for a party. I was trying to keep up, but these girls just don't stop, do they?"
"The cops usually break it up around five in the morning," said Katie. "And you're not bothering me. I needed a break of my own."
"Still studying, what was it? Lateral gene transfer?"
"Bacteria to bats," she said. "Actually I've moved on from that. Now it's spermatophores."
"What's that?"
"Well, some insects release these bubbles of reproductive fluid and, you know what? Too gross to talk about." She leaned over the privacy wall of her carrel and picked up her book. She held it open so he could see a picture of a white glob with a bug sitting on top of it. "It's a unit on invertebrate reproduction."
"So they just leave it and another one comes along and..."
"Yeah," she said. "Doesn't seem like much fun."
"Do they at least have dinner first?"
She giggled. He saw something flash in her eyes. The way she batted her lashes. The way her lids seem to grow a little heavier and her cheeks reddened.
"They just get right to it," she said.
"Indirectly." He tapped his finger on the picture of the book. "I think I prefer things much more directly."
"What are you doing, Spencer?" she asked softly.
"I thought we were having a friendly conversation."
"I'm nineteen. I'm a Sophomore. Your daughter is my age. What are you doing in here, with me, right now?" She touched his elbow and turned him to face her. "Are you trying to get me to sleep with you?"
"That's not exactly how I would put it," he said.
He reached out and pinched the zipper of her fleece between his finger and thumbs. He tugged gently and the zipper purred open. He let the halves fall aside. Let his fingers press against her taught tummy beneath the fabric of her gray tank top.
He slid his fingers down the front of her sweatpants, beneath the soft cotton of her panties and into the warm interior that pulled against her teenage mound. Her hair was soft beneath his fingers. He looked into her eyes. He saw the lust. Her lips fell open in a silent moan of pleasure.
"I saw my daughter," he said, his voice low and filled with his desire, "in the shack behind the pool."
His fingers curled against Katie's mound. He pressed at the soft heat of her pussy. He opened her and slid his fingers against her delicate velvet, now damp with her juices.
"What was she doing in there?" whispered Katie.
"She was on her knees." Spencer found her clit and pressed the heel of his hand against it. "Shari with the big breasts was smacking her with a paddle. And she was going down on Lucy."
"Mmmm," murmured Katie. "How did it make you feel? I mean...nnnn...seeing your daughter like that?"
"Sick. Perverted. It turned me on."
He thrust two fingers into her hot channel.
"That is sick," she said and thrust her hips, fucking his fingers with her clenching pussy. "But I'm glad it turned you on."
Katie intertwined her fingers behind his head and pulled his mouth to hers. Her lips were soft, welcoming, her tongue an eager sparring partner for Spencer's own. He pumped his fingers into her swollen pussy.
"Did watching your daughter make your cock hard?" she gasped between kisses.
"Feel it."
She let go of his head and slid a hand down into his shorts. He was rock hard. She let out a sigh as her fingers found him and wrapped around his straining length. He knew it was big and he liked the expression of pleasant surprise on her face as she realized it too.
"You might have had something to do with that being hard," he said and smothered her laughter with another kiss.
Katie wasn't shy. She fucked against his fingers even as she was unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts and sliding them down his legs. He kicked off his sandals and stepped out of them. His balls hung low beneath his big cock, between his muscular legs. Katie shed her fleece and he saw her shoulders and arms were as pale as the thin strip of her tummy he had seen as her tank rode up from her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were small, pert, her nipples clearly hard beneath the gray fabric.
He slid his wet fingers out of her panties. The beers and what he had seen his daughter doing had overheated him. He wanted to fuck Katie roughly. He wanted her to feel his cock stretching her tight, wet pussy. But first, he wanted to taste her. He gave her his fingers to sample and then he shared that wet sweetness with her tongue in a rough kiss.
"Turn around," he grunted.
She watched coquettishly over her shoulder as she turned. Her ass looked great in her sweats. Small and firm. A muscular little bubble butt. A white girl booty. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sweats and yanked them down past her knees in one tug. Her pale thighs were revealed. Her pink and white striped panties were snug against her perky little ass. Katie stepped out of the sweats.
"What are you doing, Spencer?" she asked as he crouched behind her.
He ran his hands up her thighs and lifted her cheeks with his thumbs. He stroked and squeezed her ass through the cotton.
"Take them off for me," he said.
"My panties?" she asked, playing a finger uncertainly against her lip.
He nodded. She slipped her fingers to the waistband and began to roll them down her ass. Her creamy cheeks were revealed, inch-by-inch, until he saw the wetness inside her panties and the furry fruit of her pussy between her slender thighs. He helped her panties down her legs and she stepped out. She pulled her tank off last, twisting at the waist so he could see one, little B-cup breast with its jutting pink nipple.
"You're hot," said Spencer. "Even for a redhead. And I have a thing for redheads."
"You're not so bad yourself. And I have a thing for older men." She plucked at the Hawaiian shirt. "Why don't you lose this though. Show me those lumberjack arms."
He peeled off the shirt and shucked his t-shirt off over his head. He could see her appraising his muscular body. Living in the woods, in a cabin, did unique and wonderful things for the male physique. It was the beers he always had to watch out for, but Katie caught him on a good year. His abs were rocks, his arms were lean, but powerfully muscled. In some ways he had a better body than he did when he was a 19 year old marine.
"Very nice," she said, letting out a breath.
Spencer stood close behind her. He kissed her and pushed her forward onto the table with a hand in her back. She laughed as she caught herself on her hands. She thrust her ass back, pressing it against him, warm and smooth against his hardness. It would have been so easy to take hold of her hips and ram his cock into her wet groove, but he wasn't ready for that yet. He wanted to enjoy her and experience her slender teenage body. He wanted her to enjoy him. He wanted, he realized, to impress Katie.
Spencer kissed his way down her back, stopping and kissing those little dimples just above her ass, he dropped into a crouch and rested both hands on the firmness of her cheeks. He squeezed and lifted and traced his thumbs up her crack. He spread her cheeks lightly, exposing the delicate twist of her asshole. Her pink wrinkle clenched tighter.
"Mmmm, nice, baby," he said, stroking her ass and letting it fall back into place.
"You like my butt?" she giggled.
"It's as sexy as the rest of you," he said.
He pressed his cupping hand between her thighs and gently rested it on the furry furrow of her cunt. Her hair
s were silken and hot with her lust. Her soft folds were liquid heat against his palm. He gently squeezed and smacked a kiss against the firm swell of her ass cheek.
His lips traced that forbidden curve lower until he pressed his face against the backs of Katie's thighs and lapped with deliberate slowness up the length of her delicate pussy. Her silky hair held her scent, a rich, earthy smell of arousal that made his cock stiffen even more. He drove his tongue into her delicate pink folds and thrust deeper, into her clutching channel, into the hot, honeyed sweetness of her teenage pussy. His nose pressed against her ass. He sought her clit with the tip of his tongue and played her tiny bud back and forth.
"Ohhhhh yesss," she hissed. "That's it. Lick...ooohhh...lick me right there."
He curled his hands around her ass and pulled it heavily against his face. His lips and chin pressed against her juicy peach. His tongue beat against her little clit as she cried out and pushed back against him. Katie's blushing pussy spilled her sweetness into Spencer's mouth. He sucked at her folds and clit. Her hot ass smothered him, but he stopped short of letting her cum.
"Oh, please," she cried, wiggling her ass from side to side.
It was just the invitation he wanted. He strummed his fingers against her soaking pussy as he spread her ass and ran his tongue over her pink hole. She gasped at the first contact of his wet lick and he felt her tense up. He tickled his tongue around her rim and massaged her steaming slit. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her clenched divot and gave it slow, wet licks.
"Oh, Mr. Mars," she moaned. "You're licking my asshole."
"Mmmhmmm," he chuckled and rimmed his tongue harder around her pucker. He plunged two and then three fingers into her soaking teenage pussy. His thumb beat against her clit as he screwed his tongue against the clenched drum of her anus.
She pushed back against him and his tongue penetrated her forbidden passage. At the same time, he could feel her inner muscles squeezing against his thrusting fingers. He tongue-fucked her pink pucker, driving her wild as his fingers sloshed in and out of her cresting quim.
"I'm...I'm going to cum! You're going to make me...ooOOOOh!"
She bucked her hips against him and screwed her asshole into his stiffened tongue. Her hot ass squeezed against his tongue as her pussy tightened around his fingers. She lifted her head, mouth hanging open as pleasure hissed out, blue eyes almost closed, but watching him as he fingered her pussy and ate her ass. He licked and finger-fucked her until he felt the tension draining out of her and the clenching begin to diminish. He gave her crack a few slow licks and slipped his fingers out of her pussy.
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