Seventh Inning Stretch

Heather ran her hands lazily over the sun warmed skin of her bare breasts and abdomen. Arching her back and pointing her toes, she stretched with the languor of a very contented feline. She sat up and reached for the skimpy, tangerine bikini top and slipped the halter neck over her head. Reaching behind her back, she fastened it in place before rising gracefully to her feet.

She crossed the patio to the sliding glass door that led into the walk in basement. Four pairs of very appreciative male eyes turned their attention from the baseball game on the large screen mounted on the wall to Heather’s scantily clad breasts as she entered the house. She smiled brightly at her dad and his golf buddies.

“Hi, Daddy,” she purred stopping by his chair and leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“No kiss for your Uncle Tom?” her dad’s younger brother asked with a grin.

Heather laughed as she turned and leaned down to kiss her uncle’s cheek. His hands closed over her waist and he turned his head to meet her lips with his. She heard her dad’s low laugh as she pressed her hands against her uncle’s shoulders. Straightening away from him, she laughed and shook her head as she glanced warily at the other two men.

“It’s ok, baby,” her dad said standing up and pulling her back against him. “Barry and Dan know you’re Daddy’s girl.”

He ran his hands up over the soft skin of her flat stomach to cup her firm, young breasts. Heather laid her head back against his chest as he fondled her. He bent his head to caress the soft skin on her neck with his lips. She sighed as her father’s hands moved to the the knot between her breasts that held the top of her bikini together. He untied it and the cups fell open exposing the pert mounds with their upturned pink tips.

Heather closed her eyes and moaned as her dad rolled her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed her firm breasts then let his hands glide down over her ribs to follow the curve of her waist. His arms slid around her and he ground the hard bulge in his pants against her soft ass as he slipped one hand down the front of her bikini bottom.

His friends sat forward in their chairs and watched avidly as Mack cupped his daughter’s pussy using his middle finger to rub her clit. With his free hand he undid the bow at her hip, untying the string that held the triangles of fabric together. The bottom of her bikini slipped to the floor and he slid his fingers back and forth through the slick, wet folds between his daughter’s legs.

Mack sat down on the wide, red leather arm chair using his knees to hold Heather’s legs spread wide, exposing his fifteen year old daughter’s smooth, clean shaven pussy to the lascivious gaze of the other three men. He plunged two fingers into her and began to thrust slowly in and out. Heather rocked against her father’s hand. Her hands cupped and fondled her tits as she squirmed on her dad’s lap, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You’ve got to watch this,” her uncle said as he unzipped his trousers and freed his quickly rising cock.

Barry and Dan followed suit and sat stroking themselves while watching Mack nuzzle his daughter’s neck as he finger fucked her. He worked a third finger into her pussy and Heather began to whimper and coo as Mack increased his tempo. He thrust into her harder and faster, his fingers slightly curled to caress the velvety upper wall of her vagina, the fleshy mound at the base of his thumb rocking against her clit.

“Mmmmm Daddy,” Heather moaned, lifting her hips to take her father’s fingers deeper.