Heartbreakers Ch. 04

Friday, Day Seven.

Rochelle's father was named Spencer. He'd been unofficially 'hired' as the grill-man for a backyard cookout on Friday afternoon. Since he hadn't made any other plans, he went ahead and agreed to do it. What Spenser was expecting was a bunch of high school kids coming over and raising up a storm in his backyard. His purpose was to prepare hot dogs and hamburgers while he kept an eye out to prevent said kids from destroying the entire house. What the black man got instead was ass galore.

It all started when the invitees began coming up and ringing the front doorbell. He thought he'd be greeting mostly couples, but that didn't happen. One beautiful young woman came into his house after another. There looked to be a steady stream of them, and he wondered if this is what things might be like at the Playboy mansion. He even began to question if maybe Rochelle wasn't turning lesbian on him. These young ladies hadn't come over to impress any young men, because no young men at all were showing up. Well, at least their little pool party wasn't going to get too wild, Spenser assumed, but as it turned out, he was wrong about that too.

No less than ten attractive females showed up. Some were congregating under the covered patio, while others stood further back in the yard. A couple of them were sitting and chatting on the patio chairs. That's when he first fired up the grill. Initially, he was hard pressed to keep the ladies supplied with edibles. Since he was playing the part of the agreeable host, time and again he'd step into the house for more chips and sodas, while also keeping a close eye on the grill. If there was one thing Spenser soon became aware of, it was that these girls could eat!

Luckily, the grill-man outlasted that imbalance of supply and demand. In the end he made himself a couple of burgers, with the idea of heading inside to gulp them down and maybe to catch a game on TV.

That's when a lot of these ladies began shedding their outer layer of clothing, and Spencer was forced to reconsider his plan. Maybe, he thought, it might be a better idea to hang out in the backyard and take in the many spectacular views. Clothing was cast aside, skimpy bikinis were exposed, and one after another the girls started jumping into the pool.

As they shrieked at the feel of immersing themselves in the cool water, and giggled and chatted, Spencer felt like the complete outsider. He felt as if he'd accidentally come across a gaggle of playful water nymphs in a small lake, deep in some fantastic forest. The man enjoyed the scenery as much as he could. There was variety all over the place, from big-boned girls with big curves, to in-between types, to more athletic babes that didn't look to have an ounce of fat on their bodies. Ass galore, he thought again, right there in his backyard.

Once Spenser finished up his meal, he decided that enough was enough. He was about to make his way inside the house when he suddenly found himself surrounded by a bunch of wet, smiling girls. They herded him over to the edge of the pool. All at once, the nymphs combined their strength and shoved him into the water. Spenser got dunked. He found himself gasping for air and clawing for the edge of the pool. Incredibly, he was the center of attention in what might have been every man's ultimate erotic fantasy.

Before they let him go, the smiling, beautiful sirens made him promise that he'd come back and play volleyball with them. If he didn't, they threatened to come into the house and drag him out. Spenser said sure, he was game. He took the time to head in and change from his soaked attire and into a pair of tan shorts. No way was he going to wear swimming trunks, because his cock was prominent and proud by then.

So Spenser would play some volleyball and he would ogle some young breasts and hips. Then he'd have something to talk about to the guys at work, when Monday rolled around. By the time he went back outside, the net was already set up and the two teams were organized. Some of the more eager of the bunch were already working out strategies to use against their opponents.

Spenser noticed that a lot of the girls were calling each other 'bitches.' Apparently this was the norm for the crowd, as his Rochelle was doing exactly the same as the rest of them.

They'd made some kind of bet, the black man gathered. When the girls started the game, it quickly became clear that they weren't kidding around. Both sides were fierce, lunging through the water and spiking the ball with the intensity of gladiators. Since he was a die-hard sports fan, he got caught up in the moment and gave as much effort to the game as anybody else.

Rochelle's team, the team he was on, scored the winning ten points against their opponents. With a clear sting of defeat, the losers exited the water and lined up by the edge of the pool. One by one, these ladies stripped their bikinis and make a brief dance or pose, before they jumped into the water. As they did this, other girls were taking pictures of them with their phones.

Spenser's cock had been hard before, but now it was as hard as a chisel. He found himself thankful that his side hadn't lost, because there was no way in hell that he was about to drop his shorts and reveal his epic erection to his guests.

Somebody from the losing team challenged the victors to another game. That's when Spencer decided to get out while the getting was good. This produced a mass outcry from his side, but this time he was adamant. He was just getting out of the water when the other team declared a forfeit. They demanded that whatever rules they had agreed to earlier must be observed.

Spenser paused, as Rochelle and the girls on his side all made their way out of the pool. One by one, those girls stripped naked as well. The big-boned girl, Heather, yanked her top off and shook her extra large beauties to the cheers of the rest of them, before she splashed her way back into the pool. His daughter, Spencer noted, was next. Rochelle's bikini was colored a bright, lime green. Once Rochelle's top came off, Spencer refused to stand by and bear witness to his daughter's nakedness.

While they'd been playing the game, Spencer had inadvertently gazed upon his daughter's form; he hadn't had much of a choice because she was standing close to him. He'd even taken to comparing her breasts to some of the other girls, and a couple of times, also her butt. Rochelle was a gorgeous young lady, as were all of her friends that had come over. Watching his daughter strip nude in some strange version of Girls Gone Wild in his backyard was crossing the line for him.

Once inside, Spenser made to shut the screen door behind him, when he saw that Rochelle hadn't jumped into the pool with all the others. Instead, his daughter was following him in, and she was fully naked.

"Why didn't you stay and play with us?" Rochelle chastised him. "You made our team forfeit, daddy!"

When it came to sports, Rochelle was as competitive as her father, but he was more worried about her unclothed state at that moment instead of her wounded pride.

"You shouldn't be standing in front of me naked." Spencer replied.

"Why not?" She said, as she stepped in closer.

"Because you're my little girl."

"I'm a woman now, daddy." She said, as she reached out for the waistband of his shorts.

She had done this a few days ago, while Spenser was getting ready for work. That time, he wore only his boxers. Boldly, his daughter had stretched the garment away from his waist and peered down at his flaccid member.

This time, Spenser wasn't flaccid but proudly erect. His shorts weren't loose and soft, but drenched and stuck to his body. Rochelle couldn't tug at them so easily, so she did the next best thing. She grabbed his waistband at both ends and slid it down past his crotch. His daughter had crouched down to get this done. Once the wet fabric had descended, Spencer's hard cock sprung out close to her face.

The mesmerized father didn't know really, why he hadn't said anything to her that morning when Rochelle had taken a good, long look at his soft penis. He didn't know why he wasn't stopping her now. His daughter was getting down on her knees before him. Even though he knew what was about to happen, he didn't feel any sort of unease whatsoever. It was a simple equation: she looked like she wanted to do something and he was willing to allow it.

The sensation of Rochelle's lips taking him in, coupled with the cool wetness of his body, gave him goose bumps. Spenser breathed in deeply, as he felt her mouth tighten around him and her tongue lolling around the end of his cock. She kept him in her mouth, trapped as if he might want to escape from such pleasure. While Rochelle held him this way, her two hands finished dragging his soaked shorts down to his ankles. For a moment, she had no choice but to release him, as Spencer lifted one foot and then the other, and kicked the shorts aside. That moment was soon gone. Rochelle's mouth returned to his body, to engulf him and to excite him further. Her lips stretched past more of his shaft, as if she meant to squeeze all he offered into her throat. Her gag reflex jostled a strange noise from her vocal chords. His daughter pulled back to regain her composure, before she tried again. Rochelle was battling against her own body repeatedly. Her spirit was strong enough that her lips achieved their goal and ended up brushing both on his pubic hair and his balls.

Spenser braced his hands on his daughter's wet shoulders, before running one through her wet hair. He felt a small dose of pre-cum slipped out of him. This encouraged Rochelle to backtrack along his length. She licked and sucked this early spillage away from him as if she enjoyed his taste.

Spencer's hands were fervent to explore more of her, but their positioning wouldn't allow it. He thought of her C cup breasts, which hung down lower than on most women, and of her tall and sporty body. Her breasts and waist he'd contemplated before, when she'd worn halter-tops or tight shirts. Her ass he'd hardly ever witnessed, except for those rare occasions such as when she donned a bikini. And here it was, nude and available to him, and only a couple of feet away.

A second shot of pre-cum seeped away from him. Rochelle took care of it just as she'd done the first. It must have registered in her head that if she kept up what she was doing, he'd quickly empty himself out.

So her mouth released him, and her hand firmly encircled him as she stood up face to face with him. Rochelle's eyes were at an even level with his. Her soft features ebbed as much lust and desire as Spencer felt. Her lips came at him. As they kissed, Spencer's taste buds sensed traces of a substance both sweet and sticky, and he knew that secretion originated from him.

It should have repelled him when he tasted his own cum from his daughter's mouth, but it didn't. It invigorated him. Spenser was ready to commit the ultimate act, to break the ultimate taboo with his own offspring. To this end, he reached around her elegant figure and set his hands on her ass, and held her taut and shapely cheeks. He shuddered again, as he thought of entering his daughter, with his cock pressed tight against her middle and clearly exposing its intentions.

Behind them, the screen door slid open and right after slid shut. Both Rochelle and Spencer turned their heads to find one of the other girls, Haley, still nude and wet and gazing back at them curiously.

"I want to watch." This new girl said.

Spencer didn't know how his daughter would react to having an audience. This uncertainty was soon answered as Rochelle reached for his hand and led him away from the kitchen. She was taking Spencer to the master bedroom and to the bed he shared exclusively with his wife. This gave him more apprehension than anything else Spenser had done so far, as he was about to defile his marriage in the most regrettable way possible.

Rochelle might have suspected his misgivings, as she paused to look at him. "Do you want to go into my room instead?"

With a dry mouth, her father replied, "Yes."

Rochelle changed directions. They entered a room Spencer hardly ever went into nowadays, ever since his daughter had matured from a little girl into a budding young woman. Long gone were all the plush animals and dolls from her childhood. They'd been replaced with framed team jerseys from the various tournaments Rochelle had been a part of, a couple of trophies and a few posters of pop stars and other hunks posing bare-chested.

Rochelle let go of his hand as she slid onto her bed, a queen-sized affair covered by a tan duvet with black borders. She positioned herself right in the middle of it, looking as sensual as any erotic model Spenser had ever seen. Instead of spreading her legs, she kept them close together. A single hand further concealed her intimacy. It would be up to him, Spencer knew, and up to his anxious cock, to pry those long and toned legs away from each other and to probe the most profound of her secrets. He was ready.

He took one last glance at this mysterious voyeur named Haley. The girl had quietly shut the door behind them and now leaned watchfully against a wall. This was right before Spenser slipped onto his daughter's bed.

Rochelle, his dear, beautiful Rochelle, writhed and purred as Spencer ran a hand across her lower leg and then over her thigh. Spenser scooted closer to her, folding her legs back toward her middle. The wanting father took in the roundness of her ass against the duvet, and the many folds of her exposed sex. He saw the dark petals of her labia, in the form of a rare orchid, and the glistening wetness that seeped from the innermost, bright pink flesh. This is where she wanted him to plant his cock, Spencer understood, and this is where his cock wanted to be planted.

Her legs he brought further up as he got into his place. Rochelle's thighs ended up pressing against his arms and chest. Such long, long legs she had, he considered, as he rubbed the tip of his cock on her already moist opening.

Below him, Rochelle purred. She purred even louder when the cock began spreading her flesh apart. The head poked in, then out, as Spencer repositioned himself by moving even further forward and keeping Rochelle's legs pressed between his chest and hers. Again, he found the mark. He used his weight to slide his entire shaft into her, up to his pubic hair and balls, just as Rochelle's mouth had done only minutes earlier.

Spenser gave her three long, powerful thrusts, to reveal to her who he was and what he was doing to her. He paused to let her steady stream of moans exit her mouth. Three more strong thrusts followed right after. Again he paused, as his daughter's audible pleasure began to saturate the otherwise quiet room.

That's when Spencer lost his control. He started a reckless assault on his teenage daughter, pummeling into her hard enough for his hips to clap against her upraised ass, and for his balls to slap at her. She was a snug fit for him, but she was wet, incredibly wet. The friction and heat he was inciting produced even more wetness from her.

At some point, Rochelle started screaming from climax. This further fueled her father's passion so that he leaned up far enough to catch each and every expulsion that exited her mouth. It was a reaction that he'd never expected to see coming out of his daughter. Now that he knew that he could create it, and that she was eager to produce it for him, he wanted to take full advantage of their encounter.

Abruptly, Spenser discovered his cock being bathed in hot, thick syrup. For him, this was the biggest surprise of all. His daughter was a squirter. Steamy milk was already oozing all around his shaft and down his balls, and even onto his thighs. He paused, shocked by the warm bath seeping all over his abdomen. The father was further thrown off by the look on Rochelle's face, as if she herself had never known what she was capable of. Not only was she a squirter, Spencer realized, but he was the first man who had ever made her squirt.

If Spenser had been rough and powerful with her before, now he was doubly so. He wanted to provoke even more exciting discoveries from her body. The slaps when his body slammed into hers sounded wet now, as more of her juices leaked out and drenched them both, and the duvet below them as well.

Rochelle quickly forgot her initial shock and went back to her screams. After some perseverance, Spencer made her release a second torrent of hot, wet fluid that further doused them both. Upon sensing her second expulsion, he also realized something else.

"You're too wet, honey." He told her, as he pulled out. "I won't be able to cum."

"I'm sorry." Rochelle looked anxious.

"No, no, there's nothing wrong." He tried to console her. "You're just too wet right now. I wasn't expecting it, either. We're going to have to try something else. Why don't you go into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. Bring a towel back with you."

Rochelle rolled off the bed and hurried out the bedroom, leaving Spencer to pull the duvet off the bed and ball it up. He dropped it on the carpet. Absently, he glanced in Haley's direction, half-wondering what she thought of all this. When Haley noticed the attention he was giving her, she quickly put one arm behind her back.

"What do you have there?" Spencer asked.

"Nothing."

"Why don't you show me your nothing?"

"I don't have anything." Haley shook her head.

Frowning, Spencer stepped over to her. "Show me what you have in your hand."

Haley leaned back, smothering her arm between her back and the wall. Since Spencer wasn't having any of that, he leaned very close to the brunette and slowly drew her arm out. He recognized what she'd been holding.

"You brought a phone in here? Why would you do that? Why would you want to take a picture of what we're doing in here?"

"I don't know!" Haley nervously replied.

This young lady wasn't as tall as his daughter, but she was as pretty as any of the other girls that had come over. Best of all, she was naked and standing in front of him. She did look rather timid, though.

"Did you want to join the party here on the bed?" Spencer asked her.

"No."

"Why not? Why did you come inside, instead of staying in the pool with the rest of your friends? Why would you want to follow Rochelle and me when you saw what we were doing?"

"I just... wanted to see what was going to happen."

She really was some kind of voyeur, as he'd suspected earlier. Spencer looked her over. She wasn't bad, with her dark brown hair and C cup breasts. The girl had a set of hips that flared out nicely and probably resulted in a nice, meaty ass, although he couldn't verify that from where she was standing right then. The thing that was throwing him off the most was that Rochelle hadn't refused when Haley asked to tag along. What was up with that?

Rochelle returned, stopping when she saw how close her father was to Haley. His reaching cock was only a couple of inches from her thigh.

"Here's a towel." She said, holding one out.

Spencer wiped himself off with it. When he was done, he dropped the soiled towel on top of the balled-up duvet. He looked back at the two girls, only to see that there was a lot of eye contact between them, but they weren't saying anything.

"Okay, what's going on between you two?" Spencer questioned. "Rochelle, are you two more than friends? It's okay if you tell me."

"No, it's not that. It's just that Haley's only had a couple of boyfriends. She's never slept with a man like you. She's afraid of men like you."

Haley gasped. The only way Rochelle could have known she'd only had a few boyfriends was if Heather had blabbed it to her. That fucking bitch! She had no right to go and tell the entire world about her personal life!