She didn't intend to make such a big entry, but she did. With her ass pertly swaying from side to side, her long, bare legs flashing in the dim light, Susan presented quite a figure for the men gathered in the pool hall. She couldn't help but notice their eyes studying her, stripping off what little clothing she was wearing.
It was summer and it was scorching hot. There was no reason why she shouldn't have been wearing a halter-top – obviously with no bra on under it – and the skimpiest shorts she could find. They were cooler than just about anything else she could wear.
But the pool hall wasn't a place for an eighteen-year-old girl to wear such an abbreviated costume.
"Damn, but will you look at those legs!" exclaimed one man.
"Yeah. Bet they'd really wrap around you. Pull you right on into that tight little pussy."
"To hell with the legs, man, Look at those jugs! That bandanna she's almost wearing doesn't leave anything to my imagination!"
"You never had much of one to start with."
"Don't have to with her. Shit, look at those knockers! Bet they taste right good."
Susan tried to ignore the increasingly crude comments. But in a way, she was pleased. The men were noticing her. It felt good down deep inside to have them getting hard-ons just looking. And some of them weren't that bad-looking, either. She wondered what it would be like with…
"Susan!" cried a man from behind the bar, scooped the girl up in his arms and, planted a juicy kiss squarely on her lush lips. He got a lot of envious glances from the men around the hall.
"Daddy! It's so good to see you! Wheee!" she exclaimed as he whirled her around in a circle, her back arched and feet sailing out into the room.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"I thought I'd surprise you. And you did say I was welcome any time."
"Damn right, you are! Uh…" the man hesitated. "Where's your mother?
Did she come, too?"
He glanced nervously at a tall, lithe woman idly leaning against the bar. The woman pushed a vagrant strand of black hair out of her eyes, not missing a single thing going on.
"No. She and her new boyfriend decided to go on a Caribbean cruise!
Jamaica and that whole bit."
Susan's father was obviously relieved. "How come you aren't milking this high-roller for a trip through the Caribbean yourself? He'd probably have sprung for you, too, if you'd kicked up a big enough fuss. And do I ever remember how big a fuss you can kick up when you want something."
She chastely kissed him on the cheek, then said, "I hate that bastard's guts. I don't see what Mom sees in him. Besides, the Caribbean sounded pretty icky to me. I decided I'd come stay with you for the summer."
"It's great to see you, doll, really!"
The woman at the bar straightened one leg as if stretching, then said in a voice loud enough to be heard all over the pool hall, "Why don't you introduce me to the competition, Don? At least let me know who I'm having to steal you away from."
"Cat, dearest, it's not possible for you to ever come between me and Sue. This is my daughter. Susan, Cat. She's my, uh, helper."
"Helper, my ass. I'm your girlfriend, mistress, call it what you like.
Does that bother you, sweetie?" She looked squarely into Susan's eyes, hoping the young girl would show some brief discomfort.
It didn't come. The girl was used to such things.
"No. Why should it? After all, I watch the steady stream of my mother's boyfriends. The only thing that would shock me is finding out my father had a steady stream of boyfriends, too."
The men in the room laughed.
Cat smiled broadly. "I like your style, kid. And let me tell you, your old man's no fag. He can screw like a stallion and he's hung like a bull. Why, just a couple nights ago, he…"
"Cat," Don said sternly, "Enough of that. I'm sure Sue isn't all that interested in hearing of such things."
"But I am, Daddy!" she said brightly.
He swatted her bottom with the flat of his hand. "None of that! And the way you're dressed – if you can call it dressed. I've seen more cloth in a Boy Scout merit badge than you're wearing."
"What's wrong with it, Daddy?" she said innocently, looking down at her skimpy garb.
Don swallowed hard as he looked at his daughter's clothing. The bandanna halter top left very little to the imagination. The bulge of her tits came pushing up and over the top of the cloth. The milky-white expanse was enough to make his mouth water. And the tiny buttons pressing into the cloth showed her boobs definitely had nipples.
But the bare midriff and the skin-tight shorts were what made his cock hard just looking at her. The white shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination. They were so tight he could even see the cleft of her cunt through them.
He had to admit she had nice legs. Damned good ones. Long, sleek, well tapered. And the comment that had been made about having them whipped around your waist and having her pull your cock firmly into that tight little cunt… Don's erection was apparent.
Cat reached over and gently petted it. "Hmmm, looks like something's out of control there. Want me to do something about it?"
Don was afraid Cat would suck him off right there in front of his own daughter. She WAS absolutely shameless when it came to sex. Anything, any time was her motto. It didn't matter how many, either. One evening, she had pulled a train fifteen men long, left them all exhausted and was begging for more.
"Not now, damn it."
"But later?" she pressed.
"Sure. I wouldn't pass up the opportunity. Never have, never will. You know that."
"And how! You're one of the best, Don. But say, why don't I show Susan around the place and let you get back to work for a while? It looks like a couple orders have come in."
She glanced back and nodded toward a couple of deliverymen standing around ogling the scenery. Don saw them, sighed, then said to Susan,
"I'll take care of them in a while. But the bartender's sick today so I'm having to handle that, too. Why not let Cat show you around until the night man gets in? Then we can get together. We've got so much to talk about."
"Yeah, I agree," Susan said.
"Okay, then. You take good care of her, Cat. Or I'll whip you till you beg for mercy."
"Promises, promises! But don't worry. She'll get the full scoop on the operation."
Susan wondered at Don's sudden hesitation. But the men were beginning to bang on the bar demanding more drinks. He quickly went back and started filling orders, promising the deliverymen he'd be with them in a few minutes after the customers were refilled.
"This is the main room, Sue. Twenty tables."
"Yeah. And all filled. Isn't that a bit unusual this time of day? And those women. Whew! I wish I looked like some of them!"
She was taking a close look at the people playing. Fully half of them were women. And some were ravishingly beautiful. It was apparent from the way they brandished their pool cues they weren't novices at the game, either.
"You do, sweetie, you do. But you're not in their class in a lot of ways. Some of them, your old man would kill you for, too."
"You mean they're hookers?"
"Ummm, not really. It's just that Don runs a little different type place here. The chicks out there are sort of on the house payroll. They hustle the guys into playing. But most of them are championship grade players.
Hell, one guy's been trying to beat Cyndi over there for almost a year and hasn't done it yet!"
Cat nodded toward a table. The woman playing had one of the nicest figures Sue could remember seeing. And she was showing it off to the fullest, too. Cyndi was leaning over the table so that her tits were almost fully exposed to the man across the green felt from her. It was more than just distracting him, it was making his cock positively hard.
But outside of her tits, there wasn't an ounce of fat on the woman. She could have been a model, so perfect were her face and figure.
"Why's he keep trying? I'd think he would give up after a game or two with her. She's pretty, that I've got to admit, but just to beat her at one game of pool he's been trying a year? That doesn't make sense."
"Well, yeah, it does if you know the full story. You see, this isn't just any pool hall. It's no cathouse, believe me. Nothing like that. But if a guy beats one of the chicks, he, uh, gets to spend an hour with her. And that bozo has had this thing for Cyndi ever since I can remember."
Susan eyed the man. He was playing straight pool and not doing very well. Cyndi was ahead 132-10. About the only thing Susan could see that was straight about the game was the guy's cock. Every shot Cyndi took was a bank shot. It was almost as if she were leading the guy on, trying hard shots to give him a break.
As if reading Susan's mind, Cat said, "Cyndi's good at it. She makes it look like she wants the guy to win. But he never does. But, hey, look over there. Linda and that pool hustler. I thought she'd get beat when she took him on. Let's go on upstairs."
"I… I still don't think I understand. All these women work for my father, right? But they're not whores?"
"Of course not. It's just like losing a bet with them. Most of them are good enough to give any guy a run for his money. It's the challenge that keeps the men coming back. Like that sucker who's been lusting after Cyndi's luscious bod all this time. Your father pockets the money off the table fees."
"But what do the women get out of it? Except screwed?"
Cat smiled, exposing her teeth in a way that reminded Susan of a cat.
"That's not all that bad, you know. But we can make bets on the side.
There's not a chick down there on the floor who can't clear three hundred a week in bets. And most of them don't lose more than a half-dozen games a week, usually to some stud that appeals to them. It wouldn't do to never have to put out, you know. Bad for business."
"Does my father have them on the payroll?"
"They get a percentage off the table fees. Not much but enough to keep them interested. And not just anyone gets in here – it's a closed shop.
A real high-class operation, believe me. Hell, we even get that motherfucker of a police chief in here now and then."
"Is he any good?"
"Not at pool. And from what I've heard, not in bed. Some of the girls think they got to let him win to keep him happy. Maybe so. I know I wouldn't let that slimy son of a bitch ever touch me."
"You play, too?"
"Sure!" She smiled her wicked smile. "I enjoy it. Challenge, right? And sometimes your old man's too busy to properly attend to me. So I go out and hustle some stud for a little action."
"Daddy doesn't mind?" Susan couldn't quite believe her father was into such a bizarre pool-sex business to start with. And from what Cat was telling her, he actually shared his girl with whatever pool bum came along.
"Naw. No reason for him to. I'm no one's chick. But your old man's about the best I ever found in bed. I keep coming back to him. But let's follow Linda on up. You can see the operation from another perspective in one of the rooms."
They climbed the stairs in time to see the door at the end of the hallway closing. Cat put her finger to her lips, indicating Susan should be quiet. They quickly went to the room beside the one where Linda and her pool partner had entered.
Cat pushed aside a small picture on the wall and motioned Susan over to peer through a crack.
Sue pressed her face up against the wall and found she had a fine view of everything happening in the other room. Linda was naked and sprawled on the bed, her legs spread in wanton invitation to the man. He was shucking off the last of his clothes. As he turned, Sue could see his huge cock. It was the most massive dong she'd ever seen.
She couldn't hear what was going on in the room, but she didn't have to do much guessing. The man dropped on the bed between the woman's legs and slid forward, covering her. The expression on Linda's face told Susan how massive that rigid cock was. She could imagine what it was like, having that throbbing length of hard prick shoved into her tight pussy. She felt her juices begin to leak out as she saw the pistoning action of the man's ass.
Susan couldn't take her eyes off the scene in the other room. Linda's face was contorted in that peculiar mask of ultimate pleasure granted only by a really great fucking. She could imagine what the woman must be experiencing. Such a big cock would pull and stretch and drive deep up into a cunt. The juices would lubricate the prick's passage along tender pussy walls. But the sheer power of each stroke into the yearning cunt would send delicious lightning bolts blasting throughout her body.
She began rubbing her hand over her own crotch, wishing it had a cock in it. Her tits were beginning to fill with excited blood. The thin fabric of her halter top pressed painfully into her turgid nipples. Her boobs felt like over-inflated balloons. What she wouldn't give to be fucked by that guy in the other room!
She hadn't realized watching two people fucking could make her so horny so fast. But it was. Her hand almost flew back and forth over her cunt until her white shorts were positively soaked with fuck fluids.
She sighed as her halter top came unknotted. And the pleasant feel of hands gripping her boobs, squeezing, teasing, tweaking the nipples made her even hotter. She thrust her shoulders forward so that the jugs would completely fill the hands fondling her creamy-white mounds.
Then she realized she wasn't imagining those hands. They were real!
Looking down, she saw slender fingers cupping her knockers. The thumb and forefinger deftly took a nipple and began rolling it around. She thought she should have been shocked, but the sensations rippling down into her chest were too pleasant for that.
Cat was attending to her nicely.
She sighed and let the woman fondle her tits as much as she liked. But that only made the hollowness in her cunt more demanding. She had to have cock or she'd surely go insane!
"Hmmm, you're getting those pretty white shorts all spotted up. Here, let me take them off for you."
Susan didn't even protest as Cat began working them off her curved ass and down the smoothness of her legs. It felt so good, having her pussy exposed to the cooling air. Her fingers stroked back and forth in her thick bush until she collided with another hand.
Cat wasn't content to stay up and handle her boobs. She wanted some of the more exciting action.
And Susan was so weak and quivery and horny she didn't even care. Man, woman, dog, it didn't matter. Whoever could ease the sexual tension in her young body would be more than welcome – they'd be greeted with every ounce of pent-up emotion she had in her body!
"So empty, so needy," Cat was saying. Susan couldn't hear her very well.
The blood was pounding hard in her temples. The rushing of the blood sounded like the surf pounding against the shore.
"H-help me! Please, Cat! I… I need something!"
"How's this?"
Susan shuddered when she saw the huge double-ended dildo. It was made from a hideous blue-and-red rubber. It was like a mirror image of a real set of balls and cock. The two heads were joined in just one set of nuts. The intent was obvious. Two women could fuck themselves with the same cock at the same time.
As the rubber dong penetrated her already greased cunt, she let out a long, low moan of delight. She had missed having a cock rammed into her more than she'd imagined!
Cat sidled up close and pulled the other rubber cock into her own cunt.
The two stood facing each other for a moment, joined by the dildo. Then Cat reached down, grabbed the rubber balls and began pulling. The motion set off a chain reaction in the girl's youthful body. She fell back against the wall for support.
Spreading her legs, the teenager let the older woman ram the cock in and out of her young cunt. It was exactly what she needed. So long it had been since she'd last been properly fucked.
Now Cat was making sure the rubber dildo was driving hard and fast and deep into her twat so that the last vestiges of desire would be sated.
If that wasn't enough, Cat was pressing her body close to Susan's. Their hard nipples rubbed and pressed into each other. The woman's undulations made their tits come into constant contact as well as worming the rubber cock even farther up into the steamy interior of the girl's cunt.
"Ummm, yes, oh, Christ, I never thought… a rubber cock! I… more!
Harder, ohhhh!"
"You like this, eh?" Cat panted. Her breasts heaved and fell with her own passion. This was immensely exciting for her – making love with her boyfriend's daughter. It was kinky – and the girl was enjoying it!
Susan was totally lost in the wonderland of her body. The rubber dildo felt real. It had the same texture as a real cock. It was huge. It pulled and stretched her delicate inner membranes in all the right directions to fully stimulate her. And it was long!
It drove far up her cunt, deeper than any man had ever penetrated her.
She couldn't remember being this hot even when she'd had her cherry popped. And having the other woman's tits mashing firmly down into her own was an unexpected turn on. She'd never screwed with another woman before. That alone made this something special. But having her nipples pressing hard into equally aroused nipples was something she'd never imagined could be so nice.
"More!" she demanded. "I want more of iiitttttt!"
"Greedy bitch!" muttered Cat. But she gave the girl what she demanded.
She began thrusting her hips forward to drive the dildo up into the tight little hole between the girl's legs.
Susan got the idea. She began thrusting back, as if she were driving her hips down to meet on incoming cock. Together, the women used the dildo to the best possible advantage.
Every nerve in Susan's body sang with delight. She was flushed, her breathing hurried and her cunt totally filled. When she felt Cat's groping finger hunting for her clit, she returned the favor. Together, they diddled with each other's go buttons until Cat shrieked. She came with a huge heave of her hips.
This drove the dildo all the way up to Susan's cervix. And the finger on her clitoris was definitely not going away. It continued to stroke and fondle and stimulate her until she could feel the crouching beast of orgasm in her own loins. Her cunt began to flow faster. Her tits threatened to explode.
Then her entire world blew up. The combination of the rubber cock up her twat, the finger on her clit, the pressing against her nipples, all conspired to give her a tumultuous orgasm.
She fluttered on the winds of her climax until she came down from her sexual high. For long moments, she wasn't quite sure what had happened, where she was.
Then it all fit together.
She'd just let her father's girlfriend stuff a dildo up her cunt. And Cat had the other end of the double-ended dong in her own twat. And they'd made it together.
Susan shuddered at what she'd done. It wasn't right, making love with another woman!
Again, as if reading her mind, Cat said, "It was good, wasn't it? So what could be wrong with it?"
"I… nothing, I guess. Gosh, do you think I could sit down on the bed?
My legs are so weak, I feel like I'm going to collapse at any second."
"Sure. Take it easy. And let me put the mother's little helper back into its box." Cat put the cunt-juice-soaked dildo back into a drawer in a nightstand. Susan wondered if all these rooms were similarly equipped.
If so, she might be visiting the upstairs of her father's pool hall more often than she had first thought.
"You're good, kid. I think you're going to fit in just fine around here.
Just wait till you see some of the guys who come into the pool hall.
Hung! Damnation but you wouldn't believe how they're hung! Like stallions."
Susan decided that wasn't such bad advice.