Friday, Day Seven.
Rochelle's father was named Spencer. He'd been unofficially 'hired' as the grill-man for a backyard cookout on Friday afternoon. Since he hadn't made any other plans, he went ahead and agreed to do it. What Spenser was expecting was a bunch of high school kids coming over and raising up a storm in his backyard. His purpose was to prepare hot dogs and hamburgers while he kept an eye out to prevent said kids from destroying the entire house. What the black man got instead was ass galore.
It all started when the invitees began coming up and ringing the front doorbell. He thought he'd be greeting mostly couples, but that didn't happen. One beautiful young woman came into his house after another. There looked to be a steady stream of them, and he wondered if this is what things might be like at the Playboy mansion. He even began to question if maybe Rochelle wasn't turning lesbian on him. These young ladies hadn't come over to impress any young men, because no young men at all were showing up. Well, at least their little pool party wasn't going to get too wild, Spenser assumed, but as it turned out, he was wrong about that too.
No less than ten attractive females showed up. Some were congregating under the covered patio, while others stood further back in the yard. A couple of them were sitting and chatting on the patio chairs. That's when he first fired up the grill. Initially, he was hard pressed to keep the ladies supplied with edibles. Since he was playing the part of the agreeable host, time and again he'd step into the house for more chips and sodas, while also keeping a close eye on the grill. If there was one thing Spenser soon became aware of, it was that these girls could eat!
Luckily, the grill-man outlasted that imbalance of supply and demand. In the end he made himself a couple of burgers, with the idea of heading inside to gulp them down and maybe to catch a game on TV.
That's when a lot of these ladies began shedding their outer layer of clothing, and Spencer was forced to reconsider his plan. Maybe, he thought, it might be a better idea to hang out in the backyard and take in the many spectacular views. Clothing was cast aside, skimpy bikinis were exposed, and one after another the girls started jumping into the pool.
As they shrieked at the feel of immersing themselves in the cool water, and giggled and chatted, Spencer felt like the complete outsider. He felt as if he'd accidentally come across a gaggle of playful water nymphs in a small lake, deep in some fantastic forest. The man enjoyed the scenery as much as he could. There was variety all over the place, from big-boned girls with big curves, to in-between types, to more athletic babes that didn't look to have an ounce of fat on their bodies. Ass galore, he thought again, right there in his backyard.
Once Spenser finished up his meal, he decided that enough was enough. He was about to make his way inside the house when he suddenly found himself surrounded by a bunch of wet, smiling girls. They herded him over to the edge of the pool. All at once, the nymphs combined their strength and shoved him into the water. Spenser got dunked. He found himself gasping for air and clawing for the edge of the pool. Incredibly, he was the center of attention in what might have been every man's ultimate erotic fantasy.
Before they let him go, the smiling, beautiful sirens made him promise that he'd come back and play volleyball with them. If he didn't, they threatened to come into the house and drag him out. Spenser said sure, he was game. He took the time to head in and change from his soaked attire and into a pair of tan shorts. No way was he going to wear swimming trunks, because his cock was prominent and proud by then.
So Spenser would play some volleyball and he would ogle some young breasts and hips. Then he'd have something to talk about to the guys at work, when Monday rolled around. By the time he went back outside, the net was already set up and the two teams were organized. Some of the more eager of the bunch were already working out strategies to use against their opponents.
Spenser noticed that a lot of the girls were calling each other 'bitches.' Apparently this was the norm for the crowd, as his Rochelle was doing exactly the same as the rest of them.
They'd made some kind of bet, the black man gathered. When the girls started the game, it quickly became clear that they weren't kidding around. Both sides were fierce, lunging through the water and spiking the ball with the intensity of gladiators. Since he was a die-hard sports fan, he got caught up in the moment and gave as much effort to the game as anybody else.
Rochelle's team, the team he was on, scored the winning ten points against their opponents. With a clear sting of defeat, the losers exited the water and lined up by the edge of the pool. One by one, these ladies stripped their bikinis and make a brief dance or pose, before they jumped into the water. As they did this, other girls were taking pictures of them with their phones.
Spenser's cock had been hard before, but now it was as hard as a chisel. He found himself thankful that his side hadn't lost, because there was no way in hell that he was about to drop his shorts and reveal his epic erection to his guests.
Somebody from the losing team challenged the victors to another game. That's when Spencer decided to get out while the getting was good. This produced a mass outcry from his side, but this time he was adamant. He was just getting out of the water when the other team declared a forfeit. They demanded that whatever rules they had agreed to earlier must be observed.
Spenser paused, as Rochelle and the girls on his side all made their way out of the pool. One by one, those girls stripped naked as well. The big-boned girl, Heather, yanked her top off and shook her extra large beauties to the cheers of the rest of them, before she splashed her way back into the pool. His daughter, Spencer noted, was next. Rochelle's bikini was colored a bright, lime green. Once Rochelle's top came off, Spencer refused to stand by and bear witness to his daughter's nakedness.
While they'd been playing the game, Spencer had inadvertently gazed upon his daughter's form; he hadn't had much of a choice because she was standing close to him. He'd even taken to comparing her breasts to some of the other girls, and a couple of times, also her butt. Rochelle was a gorgeous young lady, as were all of her friends that had come over. Watching his daughter strip nude in some strange version of Girls Gone Wild in his backyard was crossing the line for him.
Once inside, Spenser made to shut the screen door behind him, when he saw that Rochelle hadn't jumped into the pool with all the others. Instead, his daughter was following him in, and she was fully naked.
"Why didn't you stay and play with us?" Rochelle chastised him. "You made our team forfeit, daddy!"
When it came to sports, Rochelle was as competitive as her father, but he was more worried about her unclothed state at that moment instead of her wounded pride.
"You shouldn't be standing in front of me naked." Spencer replied.
"Why not?" She said, as she stepped in closer.
"Because you're my little girl."
"I'm a woman now, daddy." She said, as she reached out for the waistband of his shorts.
