Chapter 8

Harry snored like a buzzsaw. Maybe that's the way I sounded to Harriett. Lord knows she complains about it enough.

Just a hint of sunlight plus a full bladder were enough to get me out of bed. The toilet flushed like a monsoon, but Harry was out like a light. No wonder, all of the exercise he got with our three girls the previous evening.

It was too early to eat, so I decided to use the swimming pool before it got crowded or turned into an orgy. Not that I didn't want a good fuck. The start of a highly anticipated one with Brandi, and the tempting wrapping of Saroya, not to mention Lore's advances, well, I needed a release. But with cameras all over the place, I didn't want to give Zenellis anything to hold over me.

The girls, on the other hand, had been satisfied by me, their father, the desk clerk and who knows who else. Saroya was a companion for another day, perhaps. And, Harry's wife was an opportunity lost. I hadn't prevented Harry from fucking his daughters, the price of admission. Thank goodness for Annie's invention, none of them took Harry's full twelve inches.

The pool was unoccupied and just cool enough to make my skin tingle but not freeze me out. I was floating on my back, enjoying the peace and quiet when the tall young woman with extraordinary eyes padded along the side, waving. She wore a tiny bikini, with two small lumps beneath the upper patches of material, and her bottoms hanging from pronounced hipbones. There wasn't much meat on this girl. "Hello? Hi?"

I pretended to ignore her. After all, was there any upside in building a relationship now? It was all risks and no reward.

She dove in and swam over. At her height and the depth of the water, only our faces showed, and we could both stand. She adjusted her top, which held two shot-glass-sized breasts. "Hi," she repeated.

I'd never gotten her name. "You're?"

"Carol." She was shaking and twitching. Was the water that cold, or was she that nervous?

"I remember you from the cocktail party." Maybe that would put her at ease. "What's up?" Under the water, my dick, partially.

"You're a hard guy to find."

She had no idea how hard. I couldn't take my eyes off hers. They were like magnets.

She continued, "Well, see, last night, I was supposed to come to your room. You were supposed to be my mentor."

"I was?" That's why she'd cruised the hallway. "But you didn't stop. How come?"

"I'm not the hippest bean in the pod. I was sure I'd make a mess of the whole mentor/mentee thing. Are you angry?"

"No. I had my hands full last night, despite your decision. But thanks for telling me." I expected her to swim off, but she stood her ground.

"Some of the other girls were chatting about last night, over breakfast. And they said stuff, from last night."

I didn't know the hotel served breakfast this early, or I might have opted for food in place of a swim. Girl gossip is a dangerous thing. "Really?"

"They said, oh God, I can't believe I'm telling you this. They said that some of the fathers got naked, and did things with them."

Precisely what Zenellis wanted. "No kidding!"

"No! Weird, right? Anyway, I was just wondering, oh hell, why can't I say it? If I'd stopped at your room, would we have gotten naked and done stuff?" Her face was red.

Of course. "I don't know. Would you have wanted to?"

She leaned closer, putting one hand flat on my chest. "I think so. This is like, so awkward. Is it too late?"

So, this young woman whose eyes I'd fallen into was asking me to get physical with her. "Are you sure? I don't want to force you or anything."

"It's just, well, I haven't dated much. The boys seem to like girls with bigger breasts." The small lumps under her top bore witness. "This could be, you know, my opportunity."

"I think a woman can be attractive without large breasts." I looked deep in her eyes. I believed it. I hoped she did too. "But I need to be sure you're serious. That, if we go back to my room, you won't run out screaming if I suggest we take our clothes off."

"Oh, I won't. I am." Her hand returned to my chest.

"All right then, prove it. Put your hand on my penis." A reasonable request, given the circumstances.

Her face got redder. "Here? Right now?"

"No one will see what you do under water. Or were you just teasing me?"

"No, I wasn't teasing." Her hand left my chest and touched my thigh.

"A little to the right."

"Silly, I know where it is." She smiled as she slid her hand over. I was almost at full length, bent in my swim trunks.

"You've got a stiffie!" Without hesitation, she slid her hand into my trunks. My erection firmed up. Her fingertips danced over the head. "The tip feels like a light bulb."

No one had ever used that analogy before. She continued to toy with my dick, running her fingers up and down.

"My turn," I announced. I reached to touch her thigh. She jumped back, out of reach. "I was right. You're a prick teaser."

Her grin widened. "You surprised me is all." She moved back into range. I slid my hand into her bikini bottoms. I felt bones as I reached lower. She'd shaved. I snuck a finger between her cunt lips. They were flat, almost non-existent.

"No one ever touched me down there." Carol grimaced. "Besides me." Her hand surrounded the tip of my penis and made short strokes. "Is this right?" Her touch was gentle.

'Oh yes, very nice." I slipped one finger into the crease. The pool water provided some lubrication. I flicked back and forth, hoping I'd stimulate her as well as she was doing me.

She bobbed up and down, as if to impale herself deeper on my finger. I obliged. Now it was halfway in. Carol bounced, eyes shut, attempting to fuck herself on my digit. Meanwhile, she was tugging the head of my dick, over and over.

My words were breathy. "Are you trying get me to cum, right here?"

"Cum? Oh God, you're going to spurt? I'm doing it right?"

I thrust a second finger up her pussy and dragged my finger in the vicinity of her clit. "Couldn't be better!" I pushed my face at hers and kissed her with an urgency I didn't expect.

She let my dick bob free. "Let's go to your room, now."

I had been so close to climax. This was torture. "Why not here? We can slip off our suits -"

"I want to do it proper the first time, in a bed and everything." She was pouting.

We waded through the deep water to the edge. She threw a leg up as she climbed out. Her exposed cunt lips peeked out from her displaced bottoms. I pushed up on my arms and followed, grabbing the first available towel to hide my condition.

She knew right where the room was. I prayed that Harry had gotten up and gone to breakfast and not back to his room to fuck our daughters. Oh well, who was I to complain?

In the room, Carol stood, hands behind her back, slightly pigeon-toed. Was that her normal condition or had I caused it with my finger fucking? Her hair was stringy wet and kind of sexy.

First things first. I scanned the ceiling for the camera hole. I grabbed a screwdriver and bounced up and down on the bed, poking holes in the ceiling. After a dozen or so bounces, the camera hung loose by its wires. I jerked the evil eye from the ceiling, ripping a line of plaster in its wake. A quick clip severed the camera from its power and signal lines. I had privacy.

"One thing. I have to keep my top on. I don't want you to see my titties," she warned.

She was right. You could hardly call those lumps under her top breasts. "All right."

"And you have to keep your eyes closed."

My erection was painful. I needed relief. Would she jerk me off, or let me climb between her bony hips? "Fine."

I noticed that both Saroya and Zenellis had left their silver tubes laying on the floor. Like father, like daughter, I guess. Maybe they have people who follow them around and pick up after them? I opened the nightstand drawer and tossed the tubes in.

I dropped my trunks and laid back on the bed, erection like a flagpole. I closed my eyes. "Okay, I'm ready." I felt Carol climb on the bed after a minute of faint noise. Had she removed her bikini?

I felt her fingers on my dick, slowly sliding the full length. "It didn't feel this big in the pool." Her exploration was too mild. I wanted her to go back to the vigorous thumping that almost got me off. I reached out, hoping to grab her, touch her, get her excited again. My hand touched bare flesh. An arm? A leg? I couldn't be sure.

Her legs rubbed against the outside of mine. "The other girls said some of the fathers rubbed their stiffies against their pussies. Is that okay?"

More than okay! "If that's what you'd like."

The bed bounced as she wiggled closer. There was pressure on the tip of my prick against something. "How's that?"

"Nice. Can I put it in, just a little?"

All the way, baby! "Sure, but you might want to use something from the drawer." No sense in getting this naïve virgin pregnant.

I felt her shift again, reaching across me to get at the condoms in the nightstand drawer.

"Oh goodie. This is what my father uses."

There was no ripping sound, nor was she sliding a sheath over my erection. Instead, one finger, maybe two, were applying something cool. A gel? I didn't remember any lubricants in the drawer. I was tempted to open my eyes and see what she was doing, but if I was caught, I knew she's bolt. The sensation of her fingers running up and down my erection was just too good.

I felt the pressure again. There were no bottoms, just bare skin. She pressed harder, and I raised my hips a bit to help. "Ouch. I need some more." Her fingers returned, again with some gel. "That should do it." Something hit the nightstand. Carol repositioned herself. "Push a little." I did, and made some forward progress. She was coming down and I was pushing up. The combination planted me halfway in, more than just the little bit she's asked for. Her pussy was throbbing. I could feel the blood vessels pulsing around my dick, massaging it, keeping it hard.

"Don't move," she ordered. "I just want to see how it feels inside." She squeezed her pussy. "Ooh, I didn't think it would fit. They were right. It feels real good."

This was pleasant, but motion would be so much better. I'd had my dick in at least two girls within the last 24 hours but no ejaculation. I was aching. My balls needed a release.

"That's enough." Carol pulled back.

Huh? Is that all she wanted? I knew she was a prick teaser from the moment I looked at her. Despite Carol's movement, we didn't decouple. My prick stayed firmly lodged.

"Okay, you can take it out now." Carol's lifts and jerks didn't change the situation.

I scooted up on the bed, but I felt her body drag along.

"Hey! Cut it out!" she cried.

The hell with my promise. I opened my eyes. Carol was straddling me as I expected. My dick had been coated with two colors of gel. I glanced to the right. Zenellis's tube of lubricant and Saroya's tube of FasTack lay on the nightstand. "Did you use those?"

"Sure. You said what I needed was in the drawer. When I saw my mom and dad going it, they used a lubricant. When I play with myself, I use Vaseline."

"One of those was a lubricant, but the other was an adhesive. You've glued us together!"

Carol lifted a leg and tried to stand but my hips came off the bed. "Hey, that hurts!" I shouted.

She twitched and turned, eyes wide, mouth open as if to scream. No matter which way she moved, we were a couple. Well, coupled. "You have to get it out. Please take it out! Oh God!"

Carol was frightened beyond rational thought. I was a bit freaked myself. As the adult, I had to maintain some semblance of sanity during this insane situation. "Maybe we can break the bond without damaging either of us."

She was looking in all directions, as if someone would appear, throw a bucket of cold water on us, and we'd separate. "What? What?"

"If I move my penis in and out, maybe that will do the trick." Certainly, sitting there with a skinny young woman glued to my groin wasn't going to solve itself, even if it was a pleasure looking into her eyes. "You'll have to push down while I push up, like we did before," I explained.

Because the outer skin of my penis was glued to Carol's cunt, my dick could still slide in and out. Carol grunted as she pressed, but with her meager weight and my position, there was no leverage. "Nothing's happening."

That wasn't true. My cock was getting stimulated by the motion. "We need to roll over."

"Huh?"

"I'm heavier. Maybe I can make some progress. On three. One. Two. Three."

We rolled as one.

"Ouch, that hurt!" she cried. "You put all of your weight on my thigh. You probably left a bruise."

A small problem in light of our situation. In the process, Carol's bikini top had shifted. One tit, about the size of a ping-pong ball, was exposed. It was 90% areola and nipple. Quite erotic. I felt my trapped penis pulse. "Hold on." Carol chose my ass. I leaned in. The first four inches was rubbing inside her, but the adhesion persisted. I pulled back, using my knees for leverage.

"When you move, it feels like you're pulling my pussy inside out."

"Maybe smaller movements." Saroya's dress had come apart after several trips under the bed. Perhaps repetitive movement would work. I envisioned a car piston, moving up and back. I repeated short thrusts, over and over. Carol's pussy obliged by rubbing against my prick, the part that was inside her. Maybe we were only stuck around the entrance? There! Was that progress? Had I inched my way deeper into her pussy? I pulled back, with no success. One more time. Push. Yes! The bond was loosening, or my imagination was getting the better of me.

"You're going deeper!"

"Yes, but the glue is breaking free."

"So pull out!"

I scooted back but Carol slid down the bed with me. And, her bikini top rolled up. Now both of her tits were exposed. Had she noticed?

"Maybe if you moved with me, this would go faster."

"I can't." There were tears in her eyes. "I just wanted to feel what the others felt, that's all. I didn't want this."

Now she tells me. What did she expect, putting it in 'just a little'? What's wrong with young women these days? "It's a bit late for that, sweetie."

"Anyway, I'm too scared to be excited."

Her inflated nipples told a different story. I'd never put a woman's whole breast in my mouth at the same time. What the hell, when would I ever have this chance again? I leaned forward and sucked one tit into my mouth, carefully shielding my teeth.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

I thought it was quite obvious. I tongued the nubbin as I sucked.

"Get your mouth off -"

I dragged my tongue over the surface.

"Stop it!"

Carol's hips wiggled. She pressed harder against me. I went deeper into her cunt, then pulled back. Yes! We had bidirectional movement. Some more in, a little out.

Carol's pleas turned to coos, then moans. Perhaps no one had tested the sensitivity of her two stubby tits.

After a dozen or so slides, Carol asked, "Is this fucking?"

"Yes," I panted, "This is fucking. How does it feel?"

"Some of the others, ooh, they tried to tell me, ooh, but this -"

I did the same to her other tit, sucking hard and stimulating the nipple.

"Oh God, oh God." Carol wrapped her legs around mine, bouncing as if we were on a trampoline. "Fuck me!"

I was. Fucking her, that is. My strokes were longer, deeper, with no more withdrawal. But I was concentrating on in and out, not just out.

"Do you like fucking me?" she asked. The tears had stopped, replaced by a pleading expression.

It took no thought. "Yes. I do. I love fucking you." I was drowning in her eyes.

"Then fuck me, and don't stop."

This scared little girl had become a horny devil. If she wanted to be fucked, and I was going to fuck her, no reason to hold back. I threw myself into it, kissing her face, sparring with her tongue, licking her nipples. It was all too much. My balls churned. I was going to cum, not just a dribble, but gushes, deep in this woman's cunt. Then it struck me, we weren't using protection. Was she on the pill? The adhesive had me trapped, what was the point in asking? I had to pray she wasn't fertile, and that timing was on my side.