The beach disappeared under the hull of the Sea Stud as seven and eight foot waves boiled up out of the storm-smashed sea.
But Olive and Pete didn't care.
She had kicked her legs upward and pulled Pete's head forward so that his tongue was into her well-lubricated vulva. His tongue thrust up the moist passageway like a ravenous lizard, ravishing her up-thrust crotch with wild abandon.
The softness of her thigh flesh yielded to his hands as he forced her legs wider apart. He could not see her face but she was moaning like some stricken animal the more his tongue plied her honeyed slit. Her short gasps began a rhythm of their own as he flicked in and out of her tight hole with his lapping tongue. He could tell that she was filling up inside with the juices brought on by repeated orgasms.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she sobbed.
Pete buried his head in her fresh young crotch and pulled on her up-flung legs.
"Oh, my good God," she exclaimed in a soft faraway voice. "Oh, man, Pete, you're driving me crazy, man, God!"
Pete didn't let up, but pushed harder into the squirming cushion of her cunt as she returned the push with her wet swollen pussy. The fires inside her burned deep and the tips of her nipples ached as though they had been hardened by firebrands. Pete's tongue thrilled her, alternately sending shudders throughout. her body, then paralyzing her with electric excitement.
She grabbed the back of Pete's head, running her hands through his blond hair for a moment, then grasping a handhold and pulling on his head. His head seemed to fill her splayed hot wet crevice while his tongue jabbed in the tunnel like a serpent's warning tongue. Pete was relentless in his tonguing. The more Olive writhed and orgasmed, the more he licked those pink folds of flesh that made up her sex.
In a violent orgasm that wracked Olive's body with waves of delicious current, she clamped her legs around Pete's head. His hands reached up, then, and found her melon breasts and squeezed them. Olive responded with arched back that brought her vulva up-thrusting even more into Pete's face and mouth and tongue.
And all the while, Olive was moaning with deep pleasure. Her soft, hair-nested crevice widened under the love attack. Never had she experienced such pleasure, even with Pete's daughter, Cathy. Even with the woman who had first plied her pussy with such an educated tongue. Pete, his head between her legs, his face buried in her cunt, was like an animal at supper, lapping, licking, gently biting, driving her beyond any pleasure she had ever known. She sobbed with the exquisite thrill of his oral lovemaking, wanting to scream out to the world what fiery pleasures she was having, wanting to absorb Pete inside her so that he could suck her runt until it was dry and fully sated.
"Pete, man, you're doing it all. That's where it's at, baby," she moaned, not really knowing what she was saying, but having the need to express herself. When, occasionally, his rough-edged tongue touched the bud that was her clitoris, her knees came together in a clap and the soft inner flesh of her legs enclosed his head in a pleasurable embrace. The more Pete gave her the more she wanted. After the night of lovemaking with Cathy, she was surprised that she had so much more loving in her. But she did and Pete was making her gush inside like a foaming fountain.
Pete thought of the girl he was cunnilinguistically coupling. The very age of her thrilled him. To know that he was with a sixteen-year-old girl and that he could take her any way he wanted to was a tremendous boost to his ego. The fact that he had fucked her mother only a short time before added to his pleasure. His rock hard penis jabbed at midair as he held on tight to Olive's breasts and ate her cunt as though it were a bowl of soup and he a starving man. Her smell was young, her flesh yielding. Every buck of her body was testimony to his own technique and he reveled in the reaction from the young girl.
He was serious, now, and sober as a chief justice. That squirming pink twat of hers seemed full of endless delights. He could touch her clitoris and suck on it with his mouth. Every time he did, Olive nearly smothered him the way she clapped her knees together and clamped her legs around his head.
The cabin light, dim though it was, gave enough illumination so that, when he looked up from her crotch, Pete could see the pristine fineness of her body. Her breasts were full and firm, looking, from his vantage point, like lush melons. Sweat made them glisten in the cabin light and below them her belly mounded soft, like a gentle rolling hill seen from afar.
Pete thought to himself how lucky he was to have this young girl. Whether she was a virgin or not didn't matter to him. The fact that she was obviously inexperienced was enough. At her age, he mused, she could hardly qualify as an old hand at sex. It was this very gap in their ages that thrilled him as he lay between her legs, his head nestled to her crotch, his tongue piercing her inflamed slit.
The storm seemed only a background tableau to the two lovers on the bunk. Olive lay back her head twisting from side to side as Pete delved into her foaming passageway with his tongue. She could feel his nose nuzzling her vulva and the heaviness of his face pressing on her crotch while his tongue performed blinding electronic miracles. She pushed her pussy forward so that his face buried itself in her mobile nest. She felt her wetness seeping out of her slit and onto her pubic hairs, to her inner thighs. Throughout it all she moaned and gasped, her orgasms soaking her insides like the storm raging over the land and the sea.
"Pete, oh Pete," she moaned, "you great man you!"
She squeezed his head with her hands for emphasis, and Pete gave her a final lashing with his tongue, causing her body to buck with the pleasure it brought. Then he slid up over her body and smothered her with his weight.
"Oh my, Pete, but that was so good," she said, when his face was close to hers.
He kissed her as his swaying cock bounced against her pussy, its bullet head seeping bitter clear fluid.
"I'm glad you liked it, Olive," he said. "I hope you like what's coming next."
"Oh, I will, I will," she said, her eyes wide, looking up at him in the dim light.
She put her arms around him and held him close to her, his body crushing her full breasts, filling them with pleasure.
Pete brought his butt up in the air and his cock hovered over her raw slit like a poised battering ram. He kissed her once more, then rose up on his stiffened arms and looked down at her young face. Then he lowered his shaft while she looked into his eyes and felt it touch the already violated flesh of her pussy.
Olive gasped as the head of his cock touched tender flesh.
Pete pushed s1ight1y and his organ pried through the outer folds of her cunt, seeking the dark dampness within. He sucked on her nipples, until both were hard as ball bearings, and kept up his gentle knocking on her door with his ram horn. Olive's eyes were smoky with lust as she felt the head of his cock bouncing against her mound of Venus, sliding along her slit and banging against her tight but lubricated hole. She had been worked to a fever pitch by his tongue and was now laid underneath him like a virgin sacrifice, waiting for him to tear through flesh to the very heart of her. The fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips spread for him as his cock battered gently away. The dainty bud of her clitoris waited just beyond, throbbing with his every near thrust.
He teased her. His cock flicked flirtingly at the quivering little nub of raw ready nerves at the top of her slit. Olive's body shuddered spasmodically as billions of electronic messages shot through her pussy. She looked down at her crotch and saw clearly his thick fat cock protruding like a cudgel from his crotch. She watched as it paused momentarily over her own pulsing vagina and when he dipped it down and touched her, she mewed like a kitten.
"Man, that's good," she moaned.
"What?”
"Everything, Pete. You, your big cock. Everything."
That's when Pete rammed his cock inside her. His cockhead found the small hole and shot in as though on roller bearings. No trouble. But Olive nearly fainted from the exquisite thrill it gave her.
"You touched everything," she gasped.
His cock had sucked itself into her and filled her pussy with its throbbing presence. Olive jerked again as Pete rotated his cock around inside, teasing the, soaked sensitive walls until she gasped and panted, mewing a moan of surrender to the rapacious p1undering her cunt was undergoing. Olive squirmed like a skewered eel as pleasure made her nearly mindless. The rigid hugeness of his cock turned her into a quivering mass of desire, her every orifice crying out for him to fill it up. Olive began to rotate her own pussy in countermotion to Pete's grinding and the two looked like serpents on a hot stove in their writhing.
"Ooooh!" Olive screamed, "Ooooh, baby, you're doing it. Wow, man, that's too much!"
Her cunt muscles were like rubber, clasping and unclasping Pete's cock as it soared in and out like a sewing machine needle. Her tight pussy pulled on Pete's cock as though it were trying to suck it up into her womb. The pleasure this gave him was intense and he had to use all of his willpower to keep from splashing his sperm up in her with every thrust.
"It feels good to me, too, Olive," he told her.
"Oh, man, you don't know. You don't know," she moaned, pulling on his buttocks with both hands. "Man, I never had feelings like this. Never!"
"It's that good, eh?"
"Man, you know it!"
Each time he stroked the flaring bud of her tiny clitoris, Olive pulled on his buttocks and moaned with pleasure. Her insides kept gushing as though Pete had tapped some endless spring. The weight of the man and the driving huge cock of him was by far the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. He seemed to ignite every pore of her body with each thrust of that slickened cock, turning her into a being that was totally loved. She had enjoyed herself with Cathy, but it was only a lark compared to this. This was the real thing. This was where it was at. All of it. Pete was like a girl's dream come true-an incestuous dream of coupling with the father.
And she compared Pete to her father, almost subliminally. For she had thought of how it would be to fuck her own father. In her private thoughts sometimes. Nothing she would ever discuss with anyone or admit to herself out loud. Yet it was true. After her first brushes with sex, and her first experiences she had imagined how it would be to sleep like a lover with her father. And now it was happening to her-almost. She had had sex with Cathy and now with Cathy's father. It was a delicious connection. When she closed her eyes real tight she could picture her own father atop her, driving his hard cock into her, wetting her pussy with the residue of love, pressing his weight on her body…
"Oooooh, man," she moaned again. "Give it to me, daddy," she exclaimed, despite herself.
Pete thrilled to her last utterance.
"Oh, daddy, oh daddy," Olive moaned over and over. It had sounded good to her too and she kept saying it. "Give it to me, daddy, give it all to me."
"Yes, Olive, yes!" Pete whispered hoarsely.
"Oh dear God, give me that big cock of yours, daddy."
It was almost out in the open. Both of them knew what was happening. Latent desires had flared to the surface in their lovemaking. Pete's desire for his own daughter was satisfied by proxy as was Olive's lust for her own father. Now they slammed their bodies at each other with renewed fervor as these long buried wishes rose to the surface of their brains. Pete drove his cock between Olive's legs with a picture of Cathy in his mind, his own daughter!
Olive made her body into a cradle of lust to receive her own father's thrusting cock, her father's face dancing before her mind's eye. In the dark of the cabin, in the midst of the raging storm outside, they were father and daughter committing incest. They were happy and they transmitted this happiness to each other through the coupling of their bodies.
Pete became more tender with Olive and the sex with her took on new meaning. Olive kept moaning over and over, "My daddy, my sweet daddy, give me more of your cock," and when Pete did so, Olive gushed with mind-blowing orgasm.
To save himself, Pete pulled his cock from her slavering slit and gave it some air. Then he would put the head of it against her sweating crevice and tease her with it. Olive hunched her cunt up to meet him, trying to screw him inside her, back inside her where she thrilled to his filling organ. He tantalized her in this way and she quivered up against his cock, sometimes taking the head just inside the lips and trying to suck the rest of him in. He began describing circles around her steeping slit, teasing her, and she moaned and threw her hips from side to side trying to capture that sausage of pleasure.
It became a pleasant game for both of them. "Oh, daddy, how you tease me," she laughed, still consumed with desire for his cock to invade her, she scrooched her buttocks around on the bunk trying to ensnare him. There was nothing in the world like the feeling she had now. She felt totally loved and she was enjoying sex without fear of any discovery or consequences-physical or mental.
"You're very sweet, Olive," he said to her during this game. "You're my baby."
"Oh, man, you know I dig you."
He looked down at her loins, then; the way she sucked her belly in made her cunt into a rising promontory. He watched his cock as it slid in the slit and reveled in this picture. Olive looked down too, because Pete was high over her as though at the rise of a pushup and when she saw and felt his huge cock slither into her she came for the hundredth time. She reached down and put her hand around his cock. As it slipped in and out of her she squeezed it.
"That's good, Olive," he told her. "I'm going to come now."
"I want it inside me," she breathed.
"No. You'll get knocked up."
"I don't care. I want it inside me, man."
"You're crazy," he laughed.
"Please," she begged.
"Hey, don't think I wouldn't want to. But it would foul things up, kid."
Olive thrust herself up, then, burying his cock in her soaked pussy. Her eyes blazed with determination.
"Jesus," Pete muttered.
"Oh fuck me, daddy, fuck me," she said, her hips bouncing up and down on the bunk.
"Olive-don't," he protested.
But he was caught up in her passion. Despite himself, he increased the rhythm of his fucking, sinking his cock deep deep inside the teenager. Olive held him tightly in her arms, her hands pressing and pulling on his buttocks as though to shove him deeper inside her.
Pete thought of what might happen if Olive became pregnant and tried to free himself even as the hot sperm threatened to burst from its chalice of flesh.
"No, Olive, no," he said. "I can't do it to you."
"Give it to me, daddy, give it to me. Keep fucking me and give me all your come."
And he wanted to, he wanted to. Never in his life had he felt as he did now. He knew what he should do, now, before he had shot his sperm up into her womb. He knew what he should do, but he kept fucking her, caught up in the pleasure her young body gave him.
Then he knew he had to get out.
He tried to pull his cock out of her sheath, but she held him in.
"Now!" she whispered.
"Goddamn! "
And it was too late.
He felt the sperm gush from the head of his cock and mingle with her juices.
"Oh, thank you, daddy, thank you," Olive kept moaning. "Oh, God, thank you."