Suddenly my mind was flooded with memories of nights when I had remained awake and listened to the sounds that poured from the bedroom of my parent — the whispers and sighs and the small laughs — of people who are fucking — and I recalled the way I would squirm and touch myself beneath the blankets as I listened. And I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I had somehow been placing myself in their room, in their bed, in the arms of my father. I wondered, now, why I had waited so long to make it a reality.
And I had no intention of letting that reality slip from my grasp. Not now. I knew what they called it when you fuck your own flesh and blood, and I knew that Daddy was likely to feel guilty about it, to have some second thoughts about it, and that this first time might be our last. I decided not to let that happen.
It had to be so good — this weekend of balling that he would come back for more. And more. And more. And I had to make it that way. I knew how. There would be no rules — not for us. No one saying, "Don't you go down on anyone," as Mama had said. No rules at all.
I would, I decided, give him the things she couldn't… or wouldn't. And I would begin right now.
Jodi sat up when I reached over to touch her arm. She had loosened the string that held the white top of her two-piece bathing suit in place, letting the skimpy covering slip low on her high, taut breasts, and I caught a glimpse of the brownish circle around her nipple. "You ever fuck in the surf?" I asked her, grinning.
She smiled back at me, her teeth even and white against the tan of her face. "Not yet," she said. "But if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, I have a feeling that's gonna change."
"Nothing to keep us from it," I said. I pointed to a small grove of pines a few yards down the beach. Once behind that we would be hidden from anyone who might look out the rear of the motel. The beach itself was deserted for as far as we could see. I stood, then said, "First girl in the water gets to choose her cock."
Squealing and leaving the top of her bathing suit behind her on the beach Jodi leapt to her feet and was off in a flash. I let her get ahead of me, wanting to see which one she would choose. Her white little tits bobbed as she raced across the sand, covering the distance in long strides. She headed straight for my father.
He looked surprised as she splashed into the water before him, quickly throwing her arms around him and pressing her naked tits against his chest. He said something that was lost in the sound of the surf, laughed, kissed her, and laughed again. I went after Ken.
The water was icy cold. I felt the goose pimples cover my flesh as I rushed quickly into it, moving toward Jodi's father. He was standing in water that rose to his chest with each inward breaker, then fell to his thighs each time the waves retreated. I dove headfirst into an oncoming wave, then surfaced only inches away from him.
We reached out for each other.
He settled his hands beneath the cheeks of my ass, lifting me high in the chilling water that raced past my legs, and I slipped one arm around his neck. My tits, barely covered by the top of my flesh-colored swimsuit, flattened against his muscular chest. I kissed him.
There was the taste of salt on his lips, a taste that I let my tongue reach out to enjoy. As I rolled my tongue over the outside of his mouth, licking away the brine, I could feel his hands moving on my ass. They pulled my pelvis toward him, holding me so I could feel the hard bulge of cock at the front of his trunks, and then they swung me away. Then in again, closer still.
As the icy water rose high on our tight-pressed bodies, I slipped a hand inside his trunks. My hand fitted neatly around his prick. I held the hardened cylinder in my fist, thrilling to the contact, and I let my tongue slide deep inside his mouth. His hands found their way inside the bottom of my bathing suit. They moved more urgently on the globes of my ass now that there was no cloth to separate them from the smooth skin. The pounding of the surf grew louder.
"Let's get back to the room, kid," he said urgently, pulling away from me. His hands had slipped so low under my buttocks, trying to reach the rear of my cunt, that he had tugged my suit low on my hips. I shook my head and nodded toward Daddy and Jodi, who were already moving toward the concealment offered by the grove of pines. Daddy had his arm around her shoulder, one hand cupping her naked tit. "I want it here, on the sand, with the water pounding over us," I said.
That's exactly where and how he gave it to me.
We followed Daddy and Jodi down the beach, walking with our arms around each other, our hips brushing. The arm he had around me was low on my waist, so that the could keep his hand beneath the wet bottom of my suit, and my buttocks rolled in his palm as we walked toward shallower water. He was breathing hard.
In front of us Jodi's lithe body swayed next to my father, her delightful little hips swinging with each step she took. A strip of white flesh showed beneath her tiny suit — the flesh of her ass that had gone untouched by the sun — and I found a strange pleasure in the knowledge that her little body would soon be sprawled beneath my father, fucking for all she was worth. I hoped she was a good fuck.
As we rounded the little curve that took us behind the grove of pines, Ken suddenly took me by the shoulders. His hands tugged at the top of my bathing suit, pulling the straps down over my shoulders. My breasts tingled as they were freed from the confining bra. They tingled even more as, looking me calmly in the eyes, he took one tit into each of his hands. He rubbed them with the palms of his hands.
"You've got tits that were made for sucking," he told me, then proceeded to do just that. Holding the mound of a breast in each hand, he bent to suck gently at my left nipple, then the right. My legs weakened beneath me. I tugged at the elastic of his trunks. "And you've got a tool made for fucking," I rhymed. The touch of my fingers caused him to lift his head.
We splashed down into the shallow water.
While I lay there with the icy water of the Pacific rushing up to fruitlessly attempt to douse the fire that was blazing between my thighs, he quickly stripped away his trunks and threw them on the beach behind me. His cock was aimed at my slit as I lifted my ass to let him tug away the last covering of my cunt. He threw the flesh-colored material after his own trunks. Then he came after me.
The rough sand teased the tender flesh of my ass as I spread my legs wide to accept him. It was gritty beneath my back, and the cold water flooded in around us, fell away, then returned. Ken knelt between my legs. I watched his face as he slipped his hands beneath my ass, raising it from the sandy bottom and throwing all my weight on my shoulders. His eyes seemed vacant as he stared down at the cunt he was being offered. His mouth went slack. He ran his tongue over his lips as I squirmed beneath his stare, and he released one cheek of my ass long enough to reach down and stroke the hairy bush of my pussy, as if parting it for his cock.
Then he stuck it to me.
Just the head of it at first, just that rounded knob that opened the lips of my pussy and made me crave more of what he had to offer. He held it there for an eternity, swinging his hips slightly backward when I writhed frantically against the water-covered sand, desperately trying to shove myself onto the full shaft of his cock. Then he gave me more.
As a chilling wave came in to surround the lower half of my body, covering the ass he held raised in his hands, spreading up and over my waiting cunt, flowing over my belly and touching the bottoms of my naked tits, he gave me another inch, then another. I grabbed the backs of his thighs, trying to bring him all the way in.
And he came all the way in. Oh, how he came. Suddenly there was no more teasing, no more holding back. He released the cheeks of my ass, letting them fall once more onto the rough bottom, fell forward, clawing at my tits, and with a violent lunge buried his cock to the hilt.
That was the way he fucked — violently! With both hands squeezing my tits so that they ached with a delicious pain, his mouth over the rigid nipple of one and sucking hard, he flicked with driving strokes that rammed his prick so deep inside me it seemed to be thrusting against the inside of my stomach, then withdrew until my cunt was clinging only to his knob. The water ebbed and flowed around us, and his cock worked like a piston inside my cunt. I thought I could feel the water being forced from inside me with each entry of his cock, gushing between my thighs, but it may have been my imagination.
Imagination or not, he was giving me a good fuck. A fuck that made me claw at his wet hair with trembling fingers, holding, him to the pulsing nipple he was flogging with his tongue. A fuck that caused me to wrap my legs high around his back as I sought the leverage which would allow me to match the motions of my pelvis to the pumping of his hips. A fuck that caused me to burn, even in the coldness of the surrounding water. I hoped Daddy was getting the same.
Strange how the mind will wander at a time like that. And even stranger was the way I suddenly seemed outside my body, watching as Ken drove himself at me. Only it wasn't Ken who hovered above the girl in the surf. It was Daddy. And then I was back in my own body, writhing in the chill of the water, the heat of the fucking, and my mind had replaced Ken with Daddy.
He blurred above me. The blond hair darkened, became the hair of my father. His body thickened. It became more muscular. His cock, longer and slimmer than the cock of my father, seemed to grow thicker between the pulsating walls of my cunt. The sound of the surf was lost in the roaring that filled my brain.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" I repeated over and over. My pelvis rose and fell, driving the mound of my cunt against the hard bony base of his prick, moving back on the rod of his cock and then swallowing him again. And then I came.
Lord! How I came! Time after time my cunt was shaken by the surging releases of my juice, each time more intense than the one before. And still I moved. And fucked. And clawed at his back. And begged and pleaded for more. Until with a hard ramming of his prick and a horribly sweet bite of my nipple, he gushed his warm sperm into me. I fell back onto the sand, my cunt filled with his juices, his fast-softening cock, and the waves that sought to wash them away.
"Looks like our friends have decided to leave us all by ourselves," Ken whispered into my ear.
I was so dazed by the intensity of my coming that I had hardly noticed it as he moved from between my legs. Still in something of a stupor, I rolled onto my side, then managed to make it to my knees.
My backside was coated with wet white sand; so were my thighs. I brushed it away as best I could, then struggled to my feet and joined Ken. He said nothing as we dressed. But I saw him smiling faintly as he stared down at the indentations we had left in the white sand at the edge of the water. I smiled, too. As we left our hiding place behind the little grove of pines, the waves were already removing the last traces of our fucking.
Jodi's face was still flushed with excitement when we reached the motel. That was the first thing I noticed. She had retrieved the top of her suit, but she might as well have left it. It was pulled too high on her breasts, leaving the white bottom flesh of her tits showing beneath the cups, and I wondered if she had returned to the motel like that. Probably, I decided. It was obvious that she still had the hots.
They were in our room, and Jodi was hanging around Daddy as if she owned him. She was sitting on the bed beside him, her hand very high up on his thigh, almost touching his crotch, and she was watching him with open adoration. There were traces of white sand on both their bodies, and as I watched she brushed a few grains from his back onto the red carpet of the floor. I left Ken and put my arm around Daddy's shoulder.
"You saved a little of that peter for me, didn't you?" I asked, purring the words as I pressed my tits, covered by the damp bathing suit, against his arm. Jodi was on the other side of him, with her hand still close to his prick, and her eyes caught mine for a brief moment as I moved my hand down his side, onto his hard thigh, then onto the wet front of his trunks. He pulled my hand away. "Give an old man a break, will you," he said, standing. "I may not be able to get it up for another week."
His tone said he was joking, but the joke fell flat on its rump. I looked at Jodi.
Her eyes had never left my face, as though she were waiting for me to do something that was expected of me, and I found myself unable to turn away from her. My hand was on the bed, where it had settled when Daddy moved away, and I felt her touch it with her fingers. Her blue eyes seemed to blaze at me. A small pulse was pounding visibly in her slender neck.
"We know how to get it up for them, don't we, Nora?" she whispered, moving closer on the bed. I knew what she meant. I knew that the women at the swap meetings would sometimes put on a show for their men. I knew what they did. I knew how they did it. I knew it would get the men back in a mood for fucking. And I knew I wanted to do it with Jodi.
"Yes, we know how to do that," I whispered. Excitement rushed through me as her hand brushed my inner thigh and she leaned forward, slowly it seemed, to kiss me on the lips. I put my arm around her.
As Jodi fell against me with all the weight of her slim little body, pressing me backward on the bed, I could hear the sound of the two men breathing. It was a harsh sound, an excited one. I opened my lips.
As her tongue snaked quickly into my mouth, hot, wet, and eager, she tugged the bra of my swimsuit upward over my tits — exactly as her father had done — and her body pried itself between my legs. I could feel her bathing suit rasping against my stiffening nipples. I tugged it up. Her little tits seemed to sink into the softness of my larger ones. Her nipples bored hot and deep into my flesh. Her hands were everywhere at once — and still we kissed.
Her lips and tongue were tangy with the taste of salt, and her body was squirming against the mound above my pussy, getting me hotter and hotter. My hands, with no thought or direction from me settled on her firm little tits, moved them for a moment against my own, and then began clawing at the bottom of her swimsuit. Her hands stripped me.
In silence, as if we had planned it before, she turned herself so that she was kneeling above me one knee on each side of my head, her long hair hanging down to tease my thighs as she stared at my cunt, and her own little pink slit positioned above my face.
Then she went down on my cunt. "Sixty-nine… it was a very good year," I heard Ken say.
Her lips touched me lightly at the upper edge of the dark hair of my cunt, bringing less reaction than I had expected. I was hot, but it was largely because of the knowledge that we were being watched. That, at least, was what I told myself. Then she kissed me in the center of my cunt — and I felt a new kind of heat.