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Having Lizvette (part 1)
This is a re-posting of the original Lizvette story, first published here a few years ago. It is told by William Conlin, a middle-aged husband and father, who describes how he met and fell in love with his daughter’s younger friend, Lizvette. As the story unfolds, we also learn from him that he and his daughter Bethie, who share a very loving relationship, seem to be keeping a secret of their own.
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Having Lizvette
“Daddy, this is my friend Lizvette.
I turned in my chair to see my daughter Bethie standing in the doorway, as pretty as ever in tight, low-cut jeans and a pink baby tee hugging her beautiful young form. Across her breasts, in small letters, the words, “Hello there I’ve been waiting for you” were written. I smiled at seeing her, so sweet and sexy. Then, behind her stepped in a pretty little raven haired girl, who wore denim cutoffs and a sleeveless, sheer, collared blouse, with the tails gathered and tied at the midriff. A dark bra or bikini top was visible beneath it. Her hair was piled atop her head in a pretty mass of wisps and stray locks. Her bright smile filled the room and charmed me instantly. I had long before gotten used to the fact that my daughter’s friends would get prettier and sexier as they grew toward womanhood, and that I would have to be careful how I reacted to them during these brief, impromptu meetings, but I was taken immediately with Lizvette’s innocent beauty. She seemed much younger than 17, Bethie’s age, but I saw around her a sexual aura that I would have thought only a woman could possess. Lizvette’s air, her very presence, was refreshingly innocent, and intensely sexual. My cock responded. I felt it begin to strain toward her, like a flower to sunlight.
“Hello, Mr. Conlin.” Her voice was youthful, still slightly girlish, but quietly confident, and very pleasing.
I must have sat and stared, speechless and unblinking. Both girls giggled at my sudden awkwardness. “Hello, Lizvette. I’m very pleased to meet you,” I said as I turned in my chair to face her squarely. We were in my den, where I had been working at my PC, and the girls stood in the doorway, lit by the midday sun streaming through the windows they faced. Lizvette clasped her hands behind her back and swiveled her hips shyly, and I detected a slight blush rising in the clear, smooth skin of her face. I stopped myself from adding, “You’re adorable.” She stood just a bit shorter than Bethie. She had the body of a young teen, with slender, curvaceous legs and a firm, flat little tummy, and breasts that sat high and wide-set under her blouse in lovely proportion. In sharp contrast, her baby face and innocent, mischievous smile resembled more the little girls Bethie babysat.
“Daddy, I invited Lizvette to swim, but is it okay if she spends the night, too? I texted mom and she said ask you, in case you had other plans.” My wife was spending the night at a hotel with girlfriends, attending an out of town concert. Bethie was being clever. She was essentially telling me, “I know since we were going to be alone in the house you probably wanted to have a Daddy-daughter night with me, watching a movie and taking pictures, but I really want to have a friend over so I’m asking you while she’s right in front of us, knowing you will say yes.” And she was right. It had been months since I had had a night alone with her, and I had been looking forward to it, but I wasn’t about to say no in front of her friend. And I certainly would not say no to this little friend.
I smiled at Bethie’s sly trick. She smiled back, satisfied. I looked at Lizvette and nodded my approval. It would be exciting having such a pretty little girl in the house along with Bethie. “I’d love to have you, Lizvette.” I was well aware of my double meaning, and I would learn much later that it was not lost on Lizvette. To Bethie, I said, “I was planning on taking a little swim myself, while the weather is still warm enough.” A lie. “You girls wont mind if I join you?”
Lizvette answered first. “We’d love having you, Mr. Conlin!” I looked again at her, and saw that same satisfied smile Bethie wore. Yes. Having Lizvette in the house would be very exciting.
Bethie turned and left the den, calling behind her, “Come on, Lizvette.”
Lizvette lingered shyly, turned to follow, but then stopped and looked back at me. “Thank you letting me stay over, Mr. Conlin.” She turned to leave but stopped again, this time to look down at her feet as if she’d stepped on something. I watched as she thrust her denim-wrapped ass outward, and bent to tug at a little gold anklet above her right sandal. I felt my breath stop and my heart pound. Her tight little ass seemed to be eating the seam of her shorts and I saw a slight bulge of plump pussy lips seeming to wink at me. I watched her with unconcealed fascination, still as stone. I heard Lizvette giggle at my reaction. My eyes went from her ass to her pretty face smiling back at me, upside down beside her knees, her hair touching the carpet. I let out an audible sigh to tell her how pleasing a sight she made. She stood straight, gave a five finger wiggly wave, and skipped away. As the girls trotted down the stairs, I heard her say, “Your dad is handsome!” Bethie replied, “My dad? Yeah, he is. For an old guy!”
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I sat, dazed and lust-stricken with this enchanting young girl. My cock struggled and strained against the heavy jeans I wore, teased into a hot, dripping, frenzy by Lizvette’s overtly sexual display. She must have meant for me to overhear her compliment. I reached inside my waistband to straighten my lengthening shaft and wondered if she treated every father she met to the same pleasure, the sight of her young, heart-shaped ass, bent and wiggling as if offering to be fucked. I wasn’t so vain as to think there was anything special about me, not in my looks, anyway. In my youth, I was considered good looking, and rarely had trouble getting attention from women. At 52, I was still in good health and maintained a steady workout regimen. Occasionally, I would notice young girls taking a second look at me after returning my smiles. I found when I got into my 40s that there is a certain type of teenage girl who enjoys the attention of older men. I hoped Lizvette was one of them. The thought of her under my roof for the night made me very happy, and a little alarmed at the ideas I found myself entertaining of her. Never did I dream of acting on any signal sent by a flirty, teenage girl, but then never, before Lizvette, had one sent such an openly sexual signal. She would be a delightful disturbance, I thought, and a pleasing enough alternative to my lost night alone with Bethie.
My den window, beside my desk, overlooked the pool in my backyard. I looked down and saw that the girls had changed into their bikinis and wore white tees over them. Bethie was a busty 17 and had a tendency to pop out of her bikini top when she got too active in the pool. I guessed she wore hers for that reason, knowing we would not be alone. Lizvette seemed almost radiant in her tee, which fit her more like a mini dress, hugging her hourglass waistline and allowing a peek at the black full cut bikini bottom into which her ass seemed poured. A miniature woman’s body, I thought. Like a doll, a toy. My dick tickled and I felt a pleasing drip roll out of it. I changed into my trunks and went down to join them.
I walked onto the patio as the girls were laughing and splashing with the music on the radio. “How’s the water?” I asked. Lizvette stopped and smiled at me brightly and said, “Its perfect!” I saw her eyes dart to my crotch. “I love it!” she to the stiffy in my trunks. My heart leapt. Why, I thought is she doing this to me!? She was the perfect little cock tease, and I decided that, for as long as it would last, and as far as she would go, I would simply enjoy it without question, and be happy. She stepped to the shallow end of the pool, raised herself up onto the ledge, and with her arms crossed, lifted her tee up and over her head. Bethie was momentarily submerged and could not track my eyes, so I allowed myself a good look at Lizvette’s tits in her bikini top as she held her arms high. She was pausing in that pose, it seemed, for my benefit. Her top piece allowed a pretty view of her inner breasts, which curved and sloped in lovely fleshy mounds. Her skin was cocoa brown and slightly lighter under the triangles where they had not tanned. Her nipples protruded faintly beneath the fabric, like little cherries on ice cream scoops. She looked at me as she placed her tee beside her on the ledge. “Dive in, Mr. Conlin!’ I returned her smile as she plopped playfully back into the water.
I stepped in and stood in the shallow end, with the water rising just below my balls. I wanted Lizvette to see my growing erection under my trunks, but when Bethie looked my way, I was quick to step forward to conceal it. “Baby, we haven’t played our flying game in a couple of summers. Think you’re still up to it?” When she was a little girl, I used to place Bethie on my shoulders at the spot where I stood and toss her head first into the deep end. She loved it.
“Are you still up to it, Daddy?”
“Well, climb on and find out, Missy.”
I bent my knees as Bethie climbed onto my shoulders piggy-back style. I straightened my legs and squared my stance, happy that Bethie’s limber and now- voluptuous body was still an easy burden to bear. She laughed as I wobbled slightly with her weight shifting on my shoulders. I put my hands on her butt and said, “Loosen up, baby. Ready? Fly away!” With that I tossed her by her ass headlong into the deep end. Bethie screamed with laughter as Lizvette watched.
“Oh! That looks fun! Do me now!” Lizvette demanded, just as I hoped she would.
I lowered myself for her as she eagerly slipped one leg, then the other, over my shoulders. She clasped her hands under my chin as I stood. I balanced myself with my hands on her baby soft thighs and noticed her pretty little toes, painted white, as she wiggled them before my eyes, giggling sweetly and innocently. She was a delight.
“Ready, sweetie?”
“Ha ha! Yes!”
I placed my hands squarely on each cheek of her butt and spread my fingers wide to grip her. My cock swelled and straightened upward in my trunks. Where Bethie’s butt seemed to almost overflow in my hands, Lizvette’s ass fit so perfectly into my palms it felt as if it had been molded just for me. I knew my hard dick would show in front of Bethie if I lingered too long. She had seen me excited to the point of erection before, but never in the presence of anyone else. “Fly away!” I catapulted Lizvette into the air and watched her sail headfirst and ass high into the deep end. She made a lovely little arc in the air as she tumbled forward, screaming.
As Lizvette resurfaced to swim back to me, Bethie climbed aboard for her turn. I straightened my legs and stood tall with my cock above the water and saw Lizvette stop to watch. I gripped Bethie’s ass and said, “Ready?!” Lizvette’s eyes locked onto my crotch. I paused and waited for her eyes to return to mine. She smiled a tight-lipped smile, telling me she noticed my condition, knew it was for her, and would keep our secret.
“Can you still do it, Daddy?” Bethie asked, daring me to throw her high enough for her to somersault. “You’re getting so old!”
I gave her ass a firm smack with the flat of my hand. “Don’t sass me, girly!” I gripped her butt again, then pushed. “Fly!” Bethie flipped once in the air, and I saw her pretty butt exposed by the bikini fabric now tucked in a bunch deep between her ass cheeks.
Lizvette stood beside me now, and with Bethie still under water in the deep end, said, “Now me, Daddy. He he!” Daddy? I was falling in love. She climbed onto my back and rested her hands on my face. I reached behind and upward for her ass, and found her butt bare. She had tucked her bikini into the cheeks her of ass, like a thong, to give me full access to her baby soft, firm little buns. I felt her fingers in my hair, teasing and twirling it. Her thighs slowly and tightly squeezed my neck, then relaxed and squeezed again. I let myself enjoy the feeling of her little butt in my hands and stroked and patted it tenderly. I saw Bethie waiting for me to toss Lizvette. I felt a small stream of pre cum ooze slowly from my dick. I gave her bare butt a little slap, then took it firmly in both hands and said, “Ready? Fly, angel!
My knees were weakening and my cock was straining hard, needing to cum. I turned my back to the girls to hide the throbbing bulge in my trunks and stepped out of the pool. “Who’s thirsty?” I asked over my shoulder as I stood at the patio door. The girls shouted their drink orders and I went to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine for me and get their soft drinks. I waited long enough to give my dick time to soften, then returned to the patio to find them taking selfies with their phones. Lizvette saw me return first, and smiled.
“Let’s get one of the three of us!” Lizvette pulled a chair from the patio table and told me to sit down. The girls got on either side of me, put their cheeks against mine, and clicked away. Bethie said, “We need to put these on Facebook tonight!” That gave me an idea. Since they were in a picture-taking mood, I thought, why not make the most of it? I could get some Lizvette pics to jack off to after they go to sleep tonight. I went upstairs for my digital SLR. I returned to find them dancing and laughing like little girls to a song on the radio. Lizvette’s movements were very fluid, very smooth, not at all like the jerky, rigid motions so many girls preferred to make. Lizvette was graceful, lithe and limber. I captured a few valuable moments of video before the song ended. I treasure it still, brief as it is, and if it were all I were ever to have of Lizvette, it would be yet more precious to me.
The girls were willing models. Bethie was used to posing for me and assumed her usual positions, boobs out, hand on hip, with a knowing look in her eye, always seeming to say, “I know what you do with these pictures, Daddy.” She loved showing herself to me. It was always understood that she would reveal as much for me as we could get away with. She knew how much pleasure her beauty gave me. And, I was happy to see, she seemed to enjoy sharing the attention. Lizvette was a little more demure, at first, watching my reactions and making subtle changes in pose, hips now to one side, then the other, always smiling cheerfully. I was careful to frame for her bikini, and her pretty little pussy bulge. I knew I could crop and enlarge later but I couldn’t resist zooming in rudely in those first few snaps. I loved her curvy young thighs flowing into her waist in that classic hourglass shape she had. I took a few of the girls standing with their arms around each other’s waists, then I noticed that Bethie’s white top was throwing a lot of light back at my meter and I motioned silently for her to remove it. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, Daddy,” she said as she lifted it off and tossed it out of view. The sun was still high and to their side. Bethie was between the light and Lizvette, casting shadow across Lizvette’s breasts. I wanted even lighting on Lizvette’s tits, especially after I saw her nipples were beginning to stiffen again under her top. I asked the girls to change positions. I moved to a more favorable viewpoint, crouched, and raised the camera to my eye. I noticed then that Lizvette, while I had been changing position, had tugged her bikini up just enough for the fabric to outline her pussy lips. I looked up at her face and saw for the first time that naughty, wry smile I have come to know so well. I zoomed in quickly, framed, and snapped. I am going to cum to that shot tonight, I thought to myself, and when I lowered the camera and looked at her grin, I saw Lizvette knew I would, too.
I gave a verbal direction. “Turn.” Bethie knew what to do, and Lizvette followed her lead. The girls laughed as they wiggled their cute little bikini covered butts at my camera. Bethie bent at the waist slightly and kept her legs straight, while Lizvette bent one knee to elevate one hip above the other. “Hold that!” I demanded, and the girls froze, smiling at me over their shoulders. A delightful shot and it turned out a very good one of Bethie. I had dozens of shots of her in that pose, taken at various stages of her development, but that one was the first where she looked womanly. Lizvette, by comparison, seemed to be both, womanly and girlish. She intrigued me so, that first day we met. She could be as sweetly innocent as a c***d, trusting and eager to please, then moments later, a seductress, a tempting, flirtatious minx, delighting in making my cock swell and pulse before her eyes, like her own plaything. Her bikini rode up her cheeks just enough to expose untanned flesh, while Bethie’s bikini seemed a half size too small too adequately contain her pretty bubble butt. I thought carefully before giving my next direction, which Bethie knew was “Touch your toes.” I decided that might add a little too much of our usual Daddy-daughter play to perform in front of company, and I didn’t want Lizvette to get the wrong idea about my life with Bethie, or even to suspect too much of the truth.
“Very pretty, girls. Your friends will be jealous when they see these.” They laughed and hugged, congratulating themselves on their fine modeling job. “We should think about dinner plans. What do you two think? Pizza? Or would you like me to grill something?” They decided on grilling, which I thought a very nice idea. I went to the den, got my keys and wallet while the girls put their shorts and tops back on in Bethie’s room. I met them in the hallway. “Here. Buy me a New York strip and then whatever you and Lizvette want. Here’s the car key. Phone stays in your purse while you drive and both hands stay on the wheel. Got it?” I looked at Lizvette and added, “You make sure she keeps her eyes on the road. To the store and back. No side trips!” Bethie said there would be one side trip, to Lizvette’s to get her things. So much the better, I thought. I was confident in her driving skills and I was anxious to get them out of the house for a little while. I needed to get my dick in my hand and enjoy the images of Lizvette’s pussy lips and nipples, all with that sexy smile. “Half an hour. If it takes longer call me so I won’t worry.” Bethie agreed, stretched up to kiss my cheek, and with Lizvette trailing, trotted down the stairs. I watched, of course, and from the landing below, Lizvette turned and gave me another parting wiggly finger wave. I believed she knew what I would be doing while they were out. I winked at her in reply.
In my den I connected the camera to the PC and began loading. Looking at all the photos on the full screen, and seeing all the tight crops on Lizvette’s pussy and tits, I was surprised at how few I of them I would actually be able to show the girls. Oh no, I thought. How obvious could I have been? Did they notice where I was shooting? They didn’t let on, if they did. But then, I thought, looking at their faces, they seemed happy and comfortable in front of my camera. All appeared well, and I decided I was worrying too much. I knew I didn’t have much time, and I hated rushing when I had these opportunities alone to indulge my fantasies at the PC. I loved savoring the moments, and my poor cock needed attention. I pulled my trunks down to my ankles and took my hot shaft into my left hand to enjoy the photos while I could, until tonight when I could wank myself to sleep over them. I separated the more innocent, common looking shots, and saved those in the regular photo gallery. Next I went to Bethie’s folder in my hidden gallery and loaded the more revealing shots of her, the ones taken after she took her tee off, and the ass takes with her bikini going up her butt. I would crop those later and add them to the hundreds I had of her in her shorts, her thongs and panties, her fancy bras, her after bath towels. Now to go with her secret folders, I created a new one, for Lizvette’s pictures, and uploaded all of hers, including the first, safe ones. I treated myself to a good hard set of jerks at the close ups of her pussy, before and after she tugged the fabric up into her lips. I zoomed and enlarged and was happy to see no loss of detail. Every little crevice and fold was there, waiting for me to spunk to it. I approached orgasm but held myself off. I didn’t want to cum just yet. I still had some time.
I was anxious to see the video of Lizvette and Bethie dancing. I would later learn that the song they danced to was a Miley Cyrus tune called “Party in the USA” but watching it then, I had no idea. I played it with the volume down so I would hear their return from the store. Even if they pulled into the driveway as I started to cum, I would have time to squirt into the tissue I kept in a box at my desk for that purpose. I played the video several times and paused it frequently to make screen captures of Lizvette’s ass after it swung all the way to one side, so round and tight. She could swing it so gracefully and naturally, and she danced with such exuberance, especially, I noted happily, after she saw me recording her. I loved watching her ass and knowing I had held it in my hands just minutes before. My cock was so ready to cum that all it would have taken was one more stroke, or a light tap or two on my balls. I began the video again from the start, to let it make me cum at whatever point, but in that first uninterrupted viewing, I caught something I missed before. About midway through, as the girls spun and twirled, I saw Bethie’s eyes lock on me as I held the camera. Her smile vanished as she turned her attention from me to Lizvette, who danced on, happily unaware. Lizvette at that point took Bethie’s hand to lead, getting her back into the rhythm. While recording them I had paid little to no attention to where Bethie fit into the frame. My camera followed Lizvette, as Bethie’s eyes plainly saw.
My cock suddenly lost all the tingling electricity that I’d been coaxing it toward and I let it sit, untouched and softening. I had the very odd and somewhat guilty feeling that I was being unfaithful to Bethie. My only daughter. And a very loving daughter, at that. I had spent so many happy hours at this PC, in this chair, admiring her beauty and loving the secret, unspoken and sometimes highly inappropriate fun that we shared when she modeled for me. Now, for the first time in her life, she saw me admiring another girl, not her mother. How, I asked myself in my guilt, could I have allowed that to happen? Then it occurred to me, why she not only resumed dancing, but why, when we switched from video to still shots, she gave not a second thought to following my directions, just as if we were alone. She was not, as I thought while shooting, sharing the spotlight with Lizvette. She was competing with her for it. My precious. She had never taken second place in my eyes to anyone. How must she have felt? My heart sank, but I had no time to dwell on it. I knew they would walk through the door any minute. I went back to the public gallery, and emailed to Bethie the dozen safe shots I could show them. I would tell her the video was too dark and I erased it, and the pictures I sent were the best ones, that the others were shaky and unfocused. And I would make a fuss over her at dinner, and leave no doubt that she was and would remain my prize.
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I changed into my jeans, grabbed some potatoes from the kitchen, and fired up the grill just as the girls pulled in. They parked in the driveway and entered through the gate. “Daddy did you know there is a loose board hanging from the fence?” Bethie said. Yes, in fact, I did. I myself knocked it loose moving the ladder a few nights ago. But before I could answer to tell her I would get to it, she added, “I got you the longest strip. Lizvette wants hot dogs and I want chicken breast. Is that alright?” She handed me my card, the key, and the receipt.
“Dogs and chicken breast? Baby, I offered you anything in the meat market and you chose that? You could have had Chateaubriand!” I put my arm around her waist and held her close. “Always so practical, my beautiful Bethie. I love you!” I kissed her cheek. She laughed and suggested I must have had too much wine while they were away, then she kissed me with a little peck on my jaw. I asked her to put the meat in the fridge while I cooked the potatoes. She seemed as happy as ever and she was obviously enjoying having a guest of her own. I felt very relieved. It would be a good night.
“Lizvette I hope you didn’t choose franks just to be polite. I was looking forward to showing off my mad grill skills for you. You’ll have to at least share a little of my New York strip with me,” I told her as I put the potatoes on to cook and closed the lid. She stopped before entering the house behind Bethie, and stepped toward me at the grill. She was holding a little overnight bag and I wondered at the pretty little underthings it must have held.
“No I love hot dogs! I bet I can eat the whole pack,” she said. She was dressed again in the sheer blouse and short shorts I had first seen her in, with her breasts teasing me through the undone top and middle buttons. Her wet bikini made an outline of dampness in her little shorts, visible only to the most observant eye. And my eye was most observant. “I like them charred! Almost on fire!” We laughed together and I told her I did too, loaded with mustard. “Mmm yes! Smeared with yellow mustard!” She made hot dogs sound like the ideal choice. I found myself looking forward to watching her put that first weenie between her luscious lips and tear into it with her pretty teeth. Lizvette’s mouth was another favorite feature. Her lips protruded just slightly forward from her face, ready always for a kiss, it seemed. Or a cock. It’s shape put me in mind of Cupid’s bow, with her top lip arching delicately at the peak below her nose, and flowing gracefully downward and then slightly up again at the corners, where it just outran the length of her lower lip, which itself jutted forward and made a subtle pout. I wanted to bite it, gently. Then bite it again, not so gently.
“You’ll get all you can eat tonight, sweetie. Would you like some baked beans to go with them? I have some on-hand I can fire up.” She looked at me, as if surprised I would offer her beans. She smiled a quiet, pleased smile, drawing her lips together and back to form a happy crescent, her secretive smile, as I have come to think of it, one I would come to see after I’ve said or done something touching, as if to say, “Aww, that’s sweet.” I understood. It was not the offer of baked beans that pleased her. It was being called sweetheart. It was a term I used often talking to my wife and daughter, and the young ladies I worked with. Lizvette, I gathered, wasn’t used to it, or wasn’t expecting it from me. “That would be so perfect,” she said quietly.
“Tell me. Are you in a class with Bethie at school?” We stood facing each other on the patio as I looked down into her dark eyes, like onyx, reflecting sparkling flickers of light between her long lashes. They were very smartly painted, not too much shadow, and just enough accent to heighten her different expressions, no matter what she might wish to express. I loved watching her face as she spoke.
“Not exactly. She’s two grades ahead of me.” She paused there, as if she had said something she wished she hadn’t.
“Oh! I see. I’m surprised. You seem so mature. I would have guessed you were the same age.” I lied. But she seemed comforted by those words. Why she wouldn’t want me to know her age, which I now placed at no more than 16, I couldn’t guess. “But then,” I added, “Lizbeth has always chosen very intelligent, mature friends.” She smiled her closed lip smile again, and was at ease.
“We met in my algebra class. She’s a teacher’s assistant that period. She’s a great problem solver. She taught me how to get X by itself.” She waited for me to laugh at her wit. And I did. She was precious!
“Sweetie, I don’t want to admit how long it took me to get X off alone!” We both laughed at that, as Bethie returned to the patio.
“I got your X right here,” Bethie said, mocking one of my expressions, as she made her startling entrance. She had changed clothes and was now dressed in a very form fitting one-piece swimsuit that I picked out for her a few months ago, before summer. It was cut high over her waist, but was still full enough in the back to cover most her ass. It featured a plunging X shaped neckline that showed off her ever-blossoming 36s without her nipples popping out, as they tended to do in her tiny bikini tops. Her breasts were exposed on the outsides generously, with very visible and supremely flattering cleavage in the center. That was the feature that attracted me to it. She had put her hair up in a tall sweep and looked every inch a beauty contestant, or a men’s magazine model. This was the first time she would swim in it, but she modeled it for me in my den the night we bought it, when I shot dozens of photos from all angles. It was that knowledge that helped me resist the urge to run for the camera.
“That is stunning!” Lizvette said, very aptly. She reached into her pocket for her phone to take a photo. Bethie smiled and struck a pose, knowing full well just how stunning she was. She held in her hands two soft drink cans which she placed on the table, then struck a second pose, a favorite of mine as she knew, with her hands flat on her straightened legs, just above the knee, feet together and ass out, arms squeezing her tits together and up, and lips ready to kiss. Classic pinup, beautifully executed, just as I had taught her. Lizvette snapped another shot while I winked at Bethie, letting her know I was a very proud Daddy. “Send me that one,” she told Lizvette, while looking at me.
“That is the most beautiful suit I have ever seen,” Lizvette said. “Where did you get it?” Bethie looked at me and considered her answer, then said, “I picked it out at Dillard’s.” I of course picked it out, and not at Dillard’s. It was a lingerie shop that also sold swimwear, one I enjoyed shopping at for Bethie. “Do you like it Daddy?” Bethie asked with her satisfied, “gotcha!” smile.
“Very nice, baby. Looks like something I might pick out for your mother.”
Before our inside-repartee could continue, I noticed Lizvette unbuttoning the two fastened buttons of her blouse, followed by the sexy snap! of her shorts before they fell down her slender legs and landed at her bare feet. “I want one like that for my Sweet Sixteen party!” Oh sweet heaven. This little angel, standing before me with her shorts around her ankles, smiling up at me with twinkling eyes, whose ass I had held in my hands and whose thighs had squeezed my neck like a lover’s, whose pussy bulge I now took note of yet again after having just jacked off to, my little Lizvette, was 15! Over my shoulder I heard Bethie say, “It will be out of style by then, little girl.”
Lizvette shot her a mock angry look, but said nothing in response. Instead she said to me, very directly, “I’m ready for another dip. Come in, too, Mr. Conlin. Toss us again.” As much as I would have loved to obey her tempting command, I dared not chance Bethie seeing me excited by Lizvette. I wanted Bethie to believe she had won this competition of allure, even though my cock was stiffening yet again for her little friend. “I wish I could, Lizvette. I still need to finish up a project at my desk, so I can concentrate on my grilling. You two have fun.” Lizvette walked ahead of me toward the pool, and in my periphery I could see her little ass swaying with each step, but I was careful to keep my eye on Bethie, who now stood crotch-deep in the water, letting it wet her pussy, and watching her Daddy’s eyes. I smiled at her as she twisted her hips, halfway round on each side, with a sexy little dip and tilt in the middle, smiling back at me. “I’ll put the meat on in about an hour, sweetheart?” I called out to her, asking if that would be soon enough. In unison, they replied, “Sounds good!” Bethie looked at Lizvette, humorously surprised at her answer, but Lizvette took no notice as she stepped to the pool edge, and with a spritely little spring, dove head first into the deep. Bethie turned back to me with a somewhat puzzled smile and said, before Lizvette resurfaced, “I think she likes you.”