Pt 3

Working together, it did not take them long to get everything ready for the party, especially as they did not have to worry about the usual selection of salads and pasta dishes that hosts normally provided for parties like this. All the guests were expecting them to provide was the meat and Becky had that well and truly covered!

“Looks like we’re all good to go!” Karl smiled as he stood with his arms folded, surveying the patio and lawn beyond it. “What time did you say everyone was coming?”

“From two.” Becky reminded him. “I told them food wouldn’t be until about four but if they wanted to see me get spitted then they should be here by two thirty.”

“Well I doubt anyone would want to miss that show!” grinned Karl, ruffling his daughter’s hair affectionately before gently smoothing it back down for her. “So, looks like there’s more than an hour and a half before we have to be ready for visitors, what do you want to do?”

“Well,” Becky stood in front of him and played with the buttons on his shirt while looking up at him and teasingly licking her lips, “we both got all sweaty setting everything up, you need to clean up for your guests anyway, you can’t meet them wearing these stinky old clothes after all, and I need to wash my makeup off and freshen up.” She ran one hand down his chest and grabbed at his jeans-clad crotch to check on progress, very satisfied with what she felt there. “I wanted to look pretty for you earlier,” she explained, in the same wheedling tone of voice she would always use when she wanted a favour, “but I don’t want to spoil the flavour of my meat if anyone wants to eat my face!” she giggled.

“Well I guess they might if everything else is gone first,” Karl teased, “but I know what I’ve got my eye on first!” He reached down and squeezed her pantie-clad buttocks. “So you think we should get a shower?”

“What a good idea!” Becky grinned. “I hope you’ll help me get nice and clean?”

“Oh I’ll get you clean, alright!” Karl winked at her, “As long as you don’t mind getting a little dirty first?”

“Oh I think that can be arranged!” She began to unbutton his shirt. Once it was open she wrapped her hands around him and lightly scratched his back with the nails of her delicate little fingers before pulling her hands out again, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the French windows into the house and up the stairs to the bathroom.

Once there, she practically tore the shirt off his back before unhooking his belt, unzipping his jeans and yanking them down along with his underwear. She stood back to admire him, he eyes focussing especially on his generously-sized manhood which, despite all they had already done that morning, was hard as rock and standing proud, ready for more fun. As he kicked his jeans and underwear off his feet, Becky took hold of her own top and started to pull it up.

“No, wait!” Karl put out a hand to caution her. His horny young daughter looked at him with curiosity and concern but very soon relaxed as a sly smile spread across his face. “I want to do it myself! After all, this is the last time you’re ever going to be undressed so I won’t get any other chances!”

“Good point, Daddy!” Becky grinned as he knelt down in front of her. She held her arms gracefully above her head as he pulled her crop top up and off. As she stood there in just her Hello Kitty panties, he pulled his little girl close and sucked on her small, pink nipple. She pressed herself into him and he felt the warm softness of her belly against hers. Switching his attention to her other nipple, Karl ran his hands down her sides and under her panties to caress her first buttocks before gently sliding the soft cotton down, leaving her every bit as naked as he was.

Gently, with her soft hands, Becky lifted Karl’s head and planted a gentle kiss on her loving father’s lips. The gentle kiss became more intense, more passionate and heated. Karl lifted her up with one arm, their mouths still locked together, and staggered backwards towards the shower, fumbling for the controls with his free hand.

As they stood under the hot, falling water, Becky began to grind her hips against him and he allowed her to slide down just a little until his hungry cock entered her once more. Energetically, using her deliciously toned legs, Becky pumped up and down, feeling the fire building in her loins until she threw back her head in climax felt Karl explode inside her.

With her hands behind his head, she nuzzled into Karl’s neck.

“You know what, Daddy?” she asked in a husky whisper.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“I want you to guy me before you put me on the spit!” She informed him, biting her lip as if it were the most erotic idea ever, “But only just before so I’m still alive when you spit me. I want to feel it pushing though she.” She pressed her lips right into his ear before whispering ever so softly. “I’m going to pretend it’s you!”

“If that’s what you want, my darling.” He set her gently down on her feet. “Anything for you!”

“So are you going to give me a good scrubbing?” She grinned up at him. “Make me all clean and delicious?”

“You already look delicious!” Karl looked down at her, unable to resist licking his lips. “I want to start taking bites out of you right now!”

“No, Daddy!” She chided, teasingly. “You have to wait until I’m cooked! But there’s nothing wrong with a little licking if you’re in the mood for a snack?”

“Oh is that so?” He knelt down before her. “Sounds good to me!”