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Stopping a quick retort, he merely said, "On your way. And I'll see you later. After I get off."

She smiled as she said, "It's a deal." And then she was gone, a lovely vision that refused to leave Joe's mind. ‹hr› As Susan walked into the pool hall, she heard a stem voice bark out,

"And where the flamin' hell have you been?"

She knew her father had worked himself up into a monumental rage. He had probably been thinking hard on all the places she'd possibly be and eliminated all but the right one. He knew she'd spent the night with Joe. Since he knew, there was no need for her to deny it.

"I was with Joe."

The straightforward approach stopped him in his tracks and robbed him of much of his anger; if she'd lied or tried to weasel out of answering, he would have felt justified in his wrath. Now, with all the cards on the table, he found he didn't have much to say.

"I told you not to see him."

"You told him not to come in here again. So I went to him."

"You knew what I meant. I don't want you getting messed up with any of the cheap grifters that come in here."

"He's not a cheap grifter. And besides, what if he is? I dig him. And he's mighty good in bed. I'm human. I need to get laid just like everyone else."

"I think she has a point, Don," Cat said. She lounged against the bar with careless ease. She never seemed tense. It was as if she didn't have a bone in her willowy body.

"She disobeyed me. Or the intent of what I was telling her." Don was getting confused now. He wasn't used to having to fight on two different fronts. And Susan's honesty had taken a lot of the wind out of his sails. His wrath was a thing all hollow and artificial now.

"Bullshit. Let the kid have her fun. Nobody's getting hurt. And I doubt if she's really hung up on the guy. Maybe the length of his cock, but there's nothing new in that. Know what I mean?"

Cat stared him down. Don turned to his daughter and said, "I don't want you seeing him again."

"Are you willing to reason this out or are you going to pull the high-handed bastard?"

His lips thinned, then he said, "What do you propose?"

"How about a game of pool? You're the house player, I'm the sucker off the street. I think we know what the stakes are." Susan took a deep breath and then exhaled. Her braless tits bounced slightly.

Don thought it over for a moment. Why not? He could beat his own daughter at pool and then she wouldn't have any gripes about him telling her not to see Joe.

"Pick a cue," he said.

Susan smiled, then kissed him. "You're a dear!"

"I said pick a cue. This is going to be a game. Let's lag for break."

He felt something was beginning to slip away from him when Susan won the lag. He played a safety but it didn't matter. Seventy-seven balls later, she finally missed.

The game was close. But she won by eighteen balls. He knew he'd met his match and was going to admit it. What other choice did he have? He'd agreed to this match in front of Cat and all the other girls.

"Okay. I admit it. You won fair and square. You can see Joe."

"Joe?" she asked innocently. "Whatever are you talking about, father dear? I said you were the house and I was the customer. And you lost. By house rules, that means we go upstairs together. Doesn't it, Cat? Cyndi?

Karen?" She looked around at the sea of faces watching them.

Most of the girls were beginning to snicker a little. Don's little girl had pulled a fast one on him and put him on the spot – right behind the eight ball.

"Yeah!" came the chorus.

Don spun and stalked up the stairs. And Susan quickly followed, getting a broad wink from Cat. This was going to be fun.

In the room, Don snapped, "What's the meaning of this? Now cut that out!" He swatted her hand away from his crotch. But he didn't know what was more embarrassing, having her beat him or letting her see the large bulge there.

In spite of himself, he was almost wishing he could fuck his own daughter. She looked so much like her mother. The same impish glee on her face, the same trim, wonderful body meant for screwing. But he couldn't possibly fuck his own flesh and blood. That just wasn't done.

"You're backing out on your own bet?" she asked, her voice incredulous.

"What will everyone say?"

"Don't be ridiculous." His voice trailed off. Sue had worked his fly open and her slender fingers were groping around for his prick. And she found a hard cock all ready for fucking.

"You do want me, don't you? And I want you, Daddy!" She impulsively kissed him as she pulled out his dick.

He found himself in a strange position. For the first time in more years than he could remember, he was nervous with a chick. And everything told him there was no real reason to be – everything except a tiny voice buried way down in his head saying: Incest! Incest!

Tensed, he found that he had little choice in the matter. His arms were filled with warm, straining young girl. And her mouth on his was delightfully aggressive. He didn't even part his lips to have her tongue intruding into his mouth.

Once her tongue started stroking up and down the side of his, he began to relax. It no longer mattered to him who the teenager was – that it was his own daughter. All that mattered was that a warm, willing and completely wanton girl was begging to get laid. He'd oblige her. His cock was telling him that was the thing to do.

She stroked up and down the hot length of his prong as her tongue slithered in and out of her father's mouth. The girl found herself totally aroused by the prospect of fucking her father. She would find out what it was about him that made Cat think he was so special. And there couldn't be any doubt that he was well hung.

The pulsating dick beneath her fingers told her that. He had a big cock.

It was a long, hard, thick pussy-pleaser. And she couldn't wait to get it rammed all the way up her twat! Somehow, they managed to drift toward the bed. And his fingers deftly removed her clothing. She was less agile about getting his shirt and trousers off, but she succeeded.

And naked, on the bed, they continued their passionate embrace. The idea of having her father make love to her turned the teenager on. But Don was thinking of other things. He was exploring the lithe young body pressed so close to his. He wanted to see exactly what it was he'd been missing – and he wanted to relive some of the experiences he'd had with her mother. She was so much like her mother!

His cock did a flip-flop.

He had to get it into her flowing gash or he'd shoot his wad just like a kid getting his first piece of ass.

His body weight pressed her firmly down into the bed. His mouth began to become more and more demanding. Tongues raced back and forth. He searched out each and every bidden section of her mouth with the sole intent of stimulating her to even higher levels of arousal.

His tongue lightly outlined her teeth, then dueled with the tip of her tongue. Soon, the girl was panting in reaction. She gripped his cock firmly in her hand, not wanting to let go.

And he didn't want her to. It felt good having her hand wrapped around his cock. It gave him a sense of well-being, a sense of being wanted.

And she could guide him directly to the erotic target in a few minutes.

When they were both ready, there wouldn't he any preliminary fumbling around. That wasn't his style.

He worked his body between her legs. His hand raced down almost to the knee, then worked back up slowly – very slowly. He felt the tension grow in her body as he approached her twat. But he never quite touched her snatch.

Instead, his hand raced down the sensitive inner thigh of her other leg, stopping just above her knee. The methodical trip upward brought her up off the bed. Her hips were straining upward in the vain hope his fingers would touch her snatch, delve deeply into her cunt. She wanted him to finger-fuck her.