White Rose: Bella's House
by PJ
 
 
Even though the sun was setting, the air was still sweltering hot as Tara rode her bike up the driveway of Bella's house.  She halted next to the garage, leaning the bike against the wall before hopping up onto the porch and ringing the doorbell.
 
"Hey," greeted Bella, dressed in jean shorts and a cut-off t-shirt.  Something gleamed on the Hispanic girl's belly, prompting Tara to look closer.
 
"You got a belly ring!" gasped Tara, her blue eyes wide.
 
"Yeah, Dad took me to have it done last night.  I've been bugging him for months to let me get one," grinned Bella, stepping aside so Tara could walk in. Bella closed and locked the door after her friend, then followed Tara into the living room.
 
"Where's your dad?" asked Tara, letting her backpack slide off her left shoulder.
 
"In the computer room," shrugged Bella, walking into the kitchen to get a drink.  "Coke?"
 
"Sure," agreed Tara, flopping onto the wide leather couch in the living room, taking the remote control off the coffee table to flick on the wide-screen television.  Tara's eyes widened when the screen showed two young women lying in each other's arms, their hands roaming over each other's naked bodies.
 
"Playboy channel," said Bella, sitting next to Tara and handing her a cold can of soda.  "Is it giving you any ideas?"
 
"Bella," mock frowned Tara, her face turning hot.
 
"Just kidding," giggled Bella, seizing the remote and switching to MTV.
 
 
"The steaks are ready, girls," called out Bella's father from the back patio. Bella grabbed three empty plates while Tara filled the salad bowls using a pair of wide wooden tongs.  The smell of broiled meat filled the dining room, making Tara's mouth water.  Bella returned with two plates, each loaded with a thick, smoking steak.  The slim girl set a plate on each side of the table while her father came inside with his own steak adorned plate.  He slid the outer mesh door shut, leaving the heavy glass door open.  The hot night air wafted into the dining room as the two girls and one large man sat down to eat.
 
"This is really good, Mr. Santiago!  Thanks!" said Tara around a mouthful of meat.
 
"My pleasure," smiled Tony, chewing slowly, relishing the tender texture of the hot steak.
 
The girls talked about school and friends, Tony listening attentively.  Tara informed him about the disappearance of two girls from her freshman class, Tony nodded in grave understanding. 
 
"The same thing happened in the last town we were in," remarked Tony before he took a drink from his bottle of beer.  "They never did catch who did it."
 
"It's kind of scary," shivered Tara.
 
"You've got me to protect you tonight," grinned Tony with a wink.
 
"Do we have to wash dishes tonight?" asked Bella.
 
"No, you two go ahead, I'll clean up."
 
"Thanks, Dad," smiled Bella, motioning for Tara to follow her to her bedroom.
 
Tara and Bella stayed up late, watching Bella's small TV, painting each other's nails, and talking about their classmates.  The room was extremely hot, even with the window open all the way and the fan turned up full blast.  Tara's white tank top clung to her body, sticky with sweat, her nipples visible through the thin cotton.
 
"Don't you have air-conditioning?" asked Tara, wiping perspiration from her warm forehead.
 
"Dad doesn't like it," shrugged Bella, seemingly unperturbed by the heat, her brown skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat.  "Tired?"
 
"Yeah," nodded Tara.
 
"Let's get some sleep.  Maybe it'll get cooler soon."
 
Bella turned off the lights, then climbed onto the left side of her white four poster bed.  Tara took the right side, leaving the covers and sheets at the foot, her back facing Bella, the front of her body facing the open window so it would catch any weak breeze that wandered into the dark room.  Tara's eyes became heavy, she let them fall shut, sweat trickling down between her small breasts.
 
"Honey?" whispered Tony from the doorway.
 
Tara opened her eyes, but remained still, the bed shaking slightly as Bella climbed off.  Tara heard the pad of Bella's bare feet as the girl left the bedroom with her father.  Tara waited, she licked a fat drop of sweat from her upper lip, her whole body feverish from the heat.  When she thought it was safe, Tara struggled off the bed, her head woozy, her vision blurring.  She leaned against one of the bed poles until her head cleared, then she quietly walked out of the bedroom, making her way down the dark hall towards Tony's bedroom.  The bedroom door was nearly closed, Tara pushed the door open just wide enough for her to peek inside.
 
Bella crouched over her father's lap while he reclined against his large bed's headboard.  The naked girl held her father's cock in both of her small hands, her lips slipping up and down the hardening shaft, her tongue flicking out to caress the veined, trembling member.
 
"That's it, baby," groaned Tony, his left hand stroking Bella's lower back and ass.  Bella moaned softly before folding her lips over Tony's prick head, plunging his cock deeply down her narrow throat.  Tony closed his eyes, groaning, biting his lip while his little girl sucked wetly on his penis, her saliva warm as it dribbled down the sides of his pole.
 
Tara gasped softly.  She lowered her hand to her crotch, sliding it inside her pink panties to rub her itching pussy.
 
Bella's cheeks were taut as she sucked on her father's cock, her lips stroking it lovingly.  Tony caressed his daughter's tiny ass, he slipped a finger between her buttocks, tickling her young cunt.  Bella moaned sharply, she rubbed her left cheek against her father's meat, her tongue extending to lick up and down its length.  Tony probed Bella's pussy with two fingers, thrusting back and forth slowly, enjoying the feel of her soft, warm vagina around his digits.  He removed the honey-covered fingers, bringing them to his lips, relishing the taste of his daughter's pussy juice.  Bella shifted to rest on top of her father, her mouth enfolding his cock while her cunt rested against his lips.  Tony eagerly pried Bella's ass open, he lapped at her moist pussy, slurping the stream of thick nectar that flowed from her young womb.
 
Tara leaned against the door, her hands between her legs as she massaged her aching pussy.  The sweating girl's hands were covered in her juices, her fingers slipping up and down the length of her swollen cunt, the tender pink flesh shuddering with sensual need.  Tara licked her lips, every inch of her skin perspiring from the heat and the lust that consumed her.  Tara's tank top was heavy with sweat, so wet that it was nearly transparent, her young breasts visible as she struggled for breath, the rear of her panties sticking to her sweat-soaked flesh.
 
Bella moaned, she pulled her mouth away from her father's prick long enough to gasp for air, her hands continually fondling the man's long, engorged shaft. Tony slapped Bella's ass, prompting her to turn around so she faced him, her pussy resting on his rock hard cock.  Tony reached beneath his daughter's glistening thighs, guiding his cock into Bella's small cunt.  Bella sat down heavily on her father's pole, forcing it up into her belly.  Bella groaned weakly, arching her back slightly as Tony rested his hands on her brown tits, caressing the small, pliable mounds.  Bella began thrusting forward with her slender hips, shoving her father's cock deeper into her moist vagina.  Tony licked his little girl's flat belly, encircling her belly button and the silver ring that nestled inside it.  He wrapped his thick, hairy arms around the naked girl's waist, fondling her clenching buttocks, wriggling a single finger into her tiny asshole.  Bella groaned softly, her crotch slamming into her father's lap, her sphincter relaxing as Tony probed inside her rectum.  Tony nuzzled Bella's slick, warm stomach, sliding his right cheek up her body to her gleaming, caramel breasts.  He slipped Bella's left tit into his mouth, closing his lips around her small nipple, sucking urgently upon it.  Bella hugged her father's face to her breasts, her delicate fingers digging into his thick, black hair.
 
Tara shuddered, the reek of sex and sweat thick in the bedroom air, her thighs shaking as an orgasm blasted from her pussy.  A new wave of clinging honey washed over the girl's hands, slipping down her legs to the floor.  Tara removed her right hand from her crotch, licking the juices from her fingers while her left hand continued to stroke her shivering cunt, the lips engorged and hyper-sensitive to her fondling fingers.
 
Father and daughter held each other tightly, their bodies smashing against each other, their sweat mingling as heat and passion overwhelmed them.  Bella arched her back, falling until she pressed her hands over her father's wide thighs.  Tony held onto Bella's small waist, pulling her body against his, ramming his cock again and again into her clenching pussy.  Bella whimpered, her naked body shaking as her orgasm struck.  The girl's father pulled his cock from her slick cunt, hot cum squirting up onto her belly and upper thighs. Bella slipped her right hand into her father's jizz, coating her fingers in it, then bringing them to her lips, sucking each digit clean while her panting father watched.
 
Tara removed her hand from her pussy, straightening her panties over it.  When she looked up, Tony was looking straight at her, sweat pouring down his dark face, his mouth twisted into an amused smile.  Tara froze, her cheeks burning so hot she thought they would ignite into flame.  Bella's father winked at Tara, then released her from his gaze, replacing them on his panting daughter. He slid his hands up her hips, then over her ribs, caressing her warm, silky flesh.  Tara left quickly, stumbling down the dark hallway, her lungs desperate for air, her heart pounding, the heat so intense she felt like fainting at any second.  She reached Bella's bedroom, gratefully swaying to the bed and collapsing on top of it.  Tara took in several long breaths, inhaling lungfuls of sweet air, her panties sticking uncomfortably to her crotch and ass.  Tara couldn't move at all, her limbs lay limply on the soft mattress, the sheet underneath her soaked with her perspiration.  The heat and her own exhaustion finally became too much for Tara, she didn't so much fall sleep as lose consciousness, the sight of Bella and her father a hazy, warm dream, her own orgasm a pleasant dampness between her slick legs.
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