A radiant, refreshed Davie Knight awoke around 9:30 the next morning from a deep and delicious sleep. God, she felt great! Absolutely marvelous. Her cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled; she was exquisitely healthy…
She sat up in bed clutching her bent knees to her chest. A satisfied smile played constantly around her full, sensuous lips. Over and over she kept thinking to herself, I'm a woman now – a real woman! I'm not just a scared kid in school any more… I'm a woman! I've had a man's warm, wonderful penis inside me… I've been made love to – fucked – by a man, and I want to have it again. Oh, I can't wait to have Randy's big beautiful cock inside me again!
She giggled girlishly to herself as she thought how wicked it was of her to have such blatant desires. No wonder Trish said the things she did yesterday at the beach – she's had it hundreds of times probably and really loves it and needs it. And Daddy, too, and probably even more, because he's a man, and men always seem to be horny! That's just the way they were built. Besides, Daddy is such a strong, handsome, virile man… it was easy to see why Trish wanted him to make love to her…
Davie reviewed the scene in Trish's room, with the two of them naked and screwing wantonly. She was no longer shocked or upset by what she had witnessed. She understood now what made them go at each other like, well, not like animals exactly, but like two people who were just ready turned on and had to have each other. Sure, she could get behind that, and she didn't feel any more animosity toward Trish, no disappointment with her father. She knew she could face him now, because each of them had secrets they couldn't share with the other… not yet, anyway.
Thoughts of her father suddenly caused her to turn and look in his direction. He was lying on his side in the big bed, sound asleep. Poor lamb, he's pooped, she thought sympathetically. He must have had quite a night of it!
Her heart swelled with pride as she thought of her strong, handsome daddy making love to Trish Byers. He's got to be a fantastic lover, with that heavenly body, and that enormous penis of his… it must have felt so good to Trish… Daddy's wonderful thing deep inside her… what would it be like to feel all that cock stuffed inside her?
Davie suddenly realized that she had been thinking of herself… her and her daddy! What was the matter with her? She must be nuts, sick, to think a thing like that! Good God – her own father… her daddy, her daddy's penis!
She got up quickly and pulled a pair of shorts and a halter top out of the drawer, tore off her shortie pajamas and dressed in a flash. Then she tiptoed past her father's bed into the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she combed her hair. Yes, she looked like a real woman now…
A phone call to Benny, the maitre d', brought a kitchen assistant to the house in less than fifteen minutes. He arrived in a golf cart with a huge tray of covered dishes. Davie gave him a dollar and thanked him effusively, aware that the young man's dark eyes roamed her body with barely concealed interest. He hadn't paid much attention to her before, it seemed. Did he think she looked like a real woman too?
She went outside to gather a few of the more fragrant island wildflowers that grew in the sandy ground. There wasn't much, but she made a clever little bouquet from what she could find and placed them in a little glass pot she found in the cupboard. Then she placed the pot on the serving tray and took it into the bedroom where her beloved father still lay fast asleep.
Putting the tray down on the large, low night stand next to the bed, she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He stirred and brought his hand up to his face as though to brush away a fly. Davie giggled. Then she repeated the kiss, this time letting her lips linger for a second longer. "Wake up, lazy bones. Rise and shine," she whispered in his ear.
Peter Knight was dreaming about Trish Byers – and about his daughter.
He was lying naked on a bed with two naked serving girls offering him platters of sumptuous food. The platters hid their faces. At his silent command, both women brought the silver trays before him, exposing their beautiful, lusting faces – Trish… and Davie! Then the girls formed a human bridge across his body and began to kiss each other. He caressed both their bodies with his fingertips, marveling at the softness of their skin… the incredible feel of their breasts on his hairy chest. His cock was rigidly erect. He pushed the women apart and sat up between them. Everything was in slow motion. Trash straddled him and slid backward towards his cock, lifting her body languorously and lowering it closer and closer to his throbbing malehead. But just as she was about to impale herself on has scalding rod, she suddenly took on the form and face of his daughter! He immediately went soft, and Davie chided him: "Get it up, Daddy! Get it up!" She reached down and shook him by the shoulders, rubbing her lithe young body against his groin, making him swell to instant hardness again. "Get it up, Daddy… Daddy, get it up!"
"Daddy, get up. Get up, Daddy!" Davie shouted to him as she shook his broad shoulder as best she could with her small hand. His eyes flew open and he shook his head, trying to clear his muddled brain of the erotic dream. Much to his dismay, he had a huge erection. It was damned lucky he was lying on his side!
"Davie, what are you doing here?" he asked dumbly.
"I live here, silly. Remember?" she said with a little ripple of laughter. "Gee, you sure are hard to wake up. But you have to now; your breakfast won't stay hot forever, you know."
"Breakfast?" The smell of scrambled eggs and ham and strong, hot coffee wafted unto his nostrils. He turned to her. She was learning over him, reaching for another pillow to prop behind his head. Mutely he raised himself up, catching sight of her bobbing young breasts as she plumped the two pillows together behind him. He looked up into her face – she was so fresh, so wholesome, so Goddamn sexy.
The lithe brunette beauty smiled lovingly at her bewildered father. "I hope you won't be mad at me, Daddy. I wanted to serve you breakfast in bed, so I had them send it up from the dining room," she said brightly, then added, "you're not mad, are you?"
He grinned at her reassuringly. "Course not, honey. How could I possibly be mad at that? I think this is the first time in my life I've ever been served breakfast in bed by a beautiful young lady; it's not even my birthday!"
"Well, it won't be the last time, I can promise you that… not as long as I'm here!" she added. Then she stopped short, looking at him anxiously. "I will be here, won't I, Daddy?"
"Yes, darling. You'll be here. You can count on that."
"Oh, Daddy… I love you so much!" she said, grabbing him around the neck and hugging his face tightly to her yielding bosom. He was so good, so fine, so human… how could she have been so confused and tormented when she saw him doing something as natural as making love, her wonderful daddy…?
They ate breakfast together then, with Davie sitting on the edge of the bed, chattering brightly about all sorts of things the two of them could do together. Very casually he inquired about Randy Ferris, and how long the blonde youth had stayed.
"Oh, just a little while, Daddy. He didn't want to make you mad, because he wants to take me for a swim…" she said, concentrating on the marmalade she was spreading on her toast with unusual determination.
"That's nice," the handsome man said absent-mindedly. He was watching Davie's firm little breast jostle against its twin under her green print halter. "Sure, I suppose you could go for a swim with him sometime… His mind screamed, No! I don't want that raunchy little bastard to see Davie in a bikini! What if he persuades her to take it off, the way Trish did?"
"Could I, Daddy?" she asked, looking up hopefully at him.
"Absolutely."
"Oh, great! Thank you, Daddy. He's coming to pick me up at 11:00."
"What! That's out of the question. You… you got too much sun yesterday. You can put that swimming business off until tomorrow or the next day!" he sputtered.
Davie looked at him, disappointment and dismay plainly evident in her lovely face. "Daddy! What's the matter? Why don't you want me to go swimming with Randy Ferris?" she asked him plaintively.
"I… I didn't say you couldn't go swimming with him, honey. It's just… well, Randy is a lot older than you are. He's not exactly a boy any more…" Peter Knight cleared his throat self-consciously.
Oh, don't I know that he isn't a boy anymore! Davie thought triumphantly to herself. He's a man… just like you are, Daddy!
"And I'm not exactly a little girl any more, Daddy," she protested. "You have to realize that. I can't stand to be treated like a child. That's just the way Mother treats me, as I told you. I didn't think you were going to do the same…"
She had him now, and he knew it all too well. What could he say? He had no choice but to give her her way and hope to God she had enough fortitude to resist that brash, good-looking Ferris kid. Shit! Having a luscious teenage daughter around was a helluva lot tougher than he imagined.
"OK. OK, sweetheart. I concede. Just watch yourself, Davie. Randy is a pretty smooth operator."
"He is…?" she asked, feigning surprise and disbelief. Her hazel eyes sparkled with the faintest glimmer of artfulness. She placed a warm hand on his and smiled at him sympathetically. "Don't worry, Daddy dear… Everything's going to work out fine… just fine…"
As soon as they were out of sight and racing away from the resort, Randy reached across the stick shift and placed a warm hand on Davie's bare thigh, giving it a knowing squeeze that caused the young girl to jump in the bucket seat. She looked over at him and he gave her one of his slow, sexy smiles. She sent him one of her own. They both broke out laughing then, and Randy stepped on the accelerator of the red MG and roared down the island road in the hot sun. Davie really did look fantastic today; better than she had ever looked. There was something different about her, more mature. She seemed to have blossomed over-night. If she's like this after one fast fuck, what's she going to be like after a long, leisurely one? he wondered. Christ! She's going to give Trish some tough competition!
He drove all the way to the point at the southern end of the island and parked the convertible in a narrow grove of trees. Then they both got out of the sports car and walked hand and hand onto the beach. He was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans over his trunks, and a white tee shirt. Davie admired his legs as he spread an old blanket on the shimmering sand. Her pussy began to tingle with anticipation as she thought of his virile young cock and the fucking she knew she would get. What was happening to her? She was becoming as horny as a guy!
"Would m'lady care to be seated?" he asked, making a courtly bow and stretching out a muscular arm towards the blanket. Davie laughed. "My pleasure," she answered in a British accent, as she dropped to her knees on the worn bed cover. Randy sat down beside her. He reached into his back pocket and carefully pulled something out, holding it up for her to see. It was a joint of marijuana… Davie's eyes widened. "Where did you get that?" she asked naively.
"Santa left it in my stocking. He came by a few days early," he joked. Davie grinned sheepishly. "You nut!" she told him.
He lit up then, drawing the smoke into his lungs in quick inhalations. He closed his lips and wrinkled his brow as he held the pungent smoke inside for several seconds. He took one more toke, then handed it to her.
Davie hadn't smoked pot often. She just had never gotten into it that much. But she wasn't about to let him know that. So she mimicked his style, and drew the hot smoke into her lungs. The next moment she was choking and coughing, her eyes watering from the harsh stinging in her throat. It wasn't the best grass in the world!
Randy couldn't help laughing at her. For a moment, she looked like a little girl again. It was obvious that she was embarrassed as hell. He took the joint from her and dragged deeply on it again. She held out her fingers, determined not to look like a juvenile who couldn't handle it. Randy smiled slyly. She was taking the bait, all right. Not that he had to get her stoned in order to fuck her – he had already proved that. But he had something else in mind; something she might be a little more reluctant to try. He wanted her to suck his cock! He would be the first guy to fuck her in the mouth, too! And if all went as he planned it, he'd have her asshole cherry before the day was out!
Davie inhaled the narcotic cigarette daintily, in short puffs, unwilling to risk another coughing fit. She was already beginning to feel lightheaded. She felt floaty, as though her limbs were weightless. She had an unexplainable urge to giggle. And she did. She took a few more short pulls on the intoxicating weed before she handed it back to Randy.
When there was nothing left except a tiny hollow tube of paper, Randy deposited it in his mouth, swallowed it and stood up to take off his clothes. She thought that was very funny. She laughed and laughed. She couldn't stop laughing. "You ate the roach! You ate it!" she said over and over again.
Randy thought to himself, Yeah, baby, and you're going to eat it, too. And it ain't gonna be a roach! "C'mon, doll, take off your clothes. You haven't lived 'til you've gone skinny dippin' stoned."
That sounded like a marvelous idea. Without hesitation, she rose unsteadily to her feet and started to untie her halter top. Randy walked slowly over to her. "Here, I'll do that," he said. There was something so masterful about him. He knew how to take charge of things, and she obediently turned around while he untied the knot at her neck, then did the same to the one at her waist. The skimpy garment fen away from her body and floated limply to the ground like a sad little flag. She stood there watching it, giggling at it, until she felt Randy's hands slip around her from behind and grab her bare boobs in his masculine hands. He pulled her back against him and she drew in her breath sharply as her back came in contact with his smooth, broad chest and his hands roamed over her naked, sensitive breasts.
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned softly, closing her eyes to the wonderful sensations his hands were creating in her. The sun shone hotly on her skin, melting her, turning her into jelly. Her pussy became a bowl of warm, sticky jelly. She was aware of something hard and demanding pressing into her buttocks, between the cheeks of her ass… his penis… Randy's hard, sturdy penis…
She was very turned on, and she leaned back even further into him, with her arms dangling at her sides, in a shameless and wanton posture of submission. She was ready to make love now; she wanted it right now. Why didn't he fuck her now?
Randy's hands moved down her sleek belly and found the zipper of her shorts. Deftly, he unzipped them and began to work them down over her flaring hips. Davie wriggled her ass against him to assist him with the stopping. She giggled again. Her brain was dazed and her attitude incoherent. She could have cared less if there were an ocean liner full of camera-clicking spectators anchored out in the sea. In fact, she sort of wished there were…
The shorts lay puddled at her feet. Next, Randy slipped his hands inside her filmy panties, reaching along her bare skin until he touched her silky crop of pubic hair. She moaned again, breathless at his exciting touch as he gently fingered the pad of curls and cupped her pussy mound in one of his dampish palms. Yessssss… oh, yessssss, do that! she screamed wordlessly. The sounds evaporated in her throat. But her squirming body and raspy breathing got the message across. The wily blonde youth smiled confidently to himself. Snickered silently, was more like it.
The panties came down her hips and thighs and calves to commingle with the shorts and halter. She was an island in a little sea of clothing. She thought that funny also.
"Let's go for a swim," Randy whispered in her pretty ear. He followed up the suggestion with his tongue, flicking it inside to tickle the highly sensitive orifice. Davie almost collapsed from the sensation. Oh God, oh how she wanted him to fuck her now. He was driving her insane. All she could think of was his juicy cock plundering her steaming vaginal depths. How could he thank of anything else?
"A swim?" she echoed weakly. "Now?"
"Yeah, right now. I want to get it over with so I can come back up here and eat your sweet little pussy!"
Oh, God, did he ready mean that? She was dazed by his lewd suggestion, and she followed mutely as he led her by the hand down to the edge of the water, his long, powerful cock jutting out ahead of him. His backside reminded her of some of the statues of Greek Gods she had seen at a museum, his muscles ripping as he walked, his physique, perfect. Yes, he was a statue come to life, leading her down to the glassy, azure sea.
It was an incredible experience to swim like that – naked and stoned, and horny. She mostly floated, letting her glossy, long hair fan out on the water like the tentacles of an octopus. Suddenly she felt a rude splash of water on her face as Randy swam up beside her and sent a deliberate shower of sea water in her direction. She flailed and sputtered and began to tread water. She splashed him back and they played like porpoises for a while. Then he dived down under the water, and under her legs and grabbed her pussy with his mouth! She screamed and fell backwards. Before she had a chance to gather her wits, the strong, sexy youth appeared in front of her and pushed her head down with his hand… down under the water… down to his loins, to his genitals! It lasted only a moment, then he pulled her back up again, but the moment had served to implant a portent of things to come – of things to cum! God, did he really expect her to do that? Noooooo – that was dirty, perverted. She couldn't possibly do that! She wouldn't take him in her mouth, the way she had seen her mother doing it to that disgusting fairy!
His little "test" provided Randy with exactly the reaction he expected. The look of panic on Davie's face was ample witness to her prejudice. Moments like them were made to order for Randy Ferris; he liked nothing better than a sexual challenge from a gorgeous female.
"Sorry, honey. That was an accident," he apologized convincingly. "Want to go dry off?" He grinned at her and paddled nearer, so that their bodies were touching under the salty, caressing water. Desire was the undercurrent that carried them onto shore.
Davie flopped heavily to the sand. Her brain was reeling. Fuzzy distorted images of Randy, her father and Trish glided across the ceding of her mind like reflections in a row of carnival mirrors. The sun burned bleeding white bans of liquid heat into her closed eyes as she lay sprawled on her back. The air was very still, except for the sound of respiration. There was a persistent fluttering in her belly.
She was dimly aware of movement next to her, of the wet, bare flesh very close to her body. Randy was moving around on the blanket, brushing against her body as he shifted his body. She suddenly felt his bare hands on her salty skin, his fingers touching her magically, lightly all over her body. He was stroking her skin, his fingers turned into feathers. She turned to gooseflesh and her body began to tingle everywhere. Her pussy throbbed with desire. Involuntarily, she opened her legs a little wider, feeling the caressing heat of the sun on her naked pussy, on the still little nubbin that was her clitoris.
Randy shifted again on the blanket, his hands still fluttering over her skin like an army of butterflies. Then she felt a scant shower of cool water on her thighs and belly. She flinched from the sudden sprinkling, but she was caught by the torpor that engulfed her. So relaxed, six lazy, so filled with delightful sensations that she couldn't muster the energy to open her eyes.
The sexy youth had crawled between her legs and lay on his belly, his face inches away from her enticing coral pussy slit, where the blushing little button of delight peeked out from between the dewy lips. God, what an edible little cunt she had. This is going to be pure heaven, licking that tasty pink furrow, he thought to himself.
He moved nearer and without spreading her lips apart, suddenly thrust his tongue out and flicked her clitoris. Davie started as though she had been touched by a hot ware. "Uuunngghh!" she gasped, her eyes flying open instantly. Randy!
The good-looking boy grinned up at her from under his sleepy, sexy eyes. A shock of wet, blonde hair was matted over his eyebrow. He wagged his tongue obscenely at her. Then, without a word, he reached up under her bare ass cheeks and elevated her with his hands, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing her ripe cunt meat to his wanton, lustful gaze. His rock-hard cock throbbed beneath him. Hot damn! he swore to himself, I really want to eat her little pussy. I can't wait any longer!
And he didn't. He sent his tongue into her pulsating furrow with dispatch, wasting not time, but drawing the delicious flesh into his mouth as though it were a succulent little breast. He licked and lapped and sucked her, running his tongue up and down and around her juicy slit, unable to get enough of the sweetly pungent sex flesh. He rolled around on his cock, feeling that he could almost cum from the sheer excitement of eating this beautiful kid's tender box. No wonder Trish freaked out when she sucked Davie off. This had to be the best piece of pussy pie he had ever eaten – every bit as tasty as Trish's.
Davie groaned and flailed on her back, her wet hair slapping the hot, dry blanket beneath her. She thought she would go mad from the insane licking; she felt she would go right out of her mind from the rapturous excitement in her heated loins and stomach. Ohhhh, oh Goooodddd! She had never been eaten like this before! His lips, his tongue, his mouth, working her pussy flesh like that, sucking it so beautifully, so maddenly well. A feeble finger of conscience admonished her for allowing the youth to feast so wantonly on her nether parts, but she waved it away from her mind. No, she had to have it; she didn't want it to end ever! She couldn't stop him now; her body controlled her will, and her body said, "Onward!"
A paddle, a long, smooth, slick, broad paddle stirring in her cauldron of molten lust, churning the sensate flesh around and around and around and…
"Uuuuuuuunnnn… uuuuunnn… uuuuwuwunnnnnn!!!" She felt the rumblings deep inside her body… rumblings which grew louder and more violent until she was shaking like a volcanic mountain. Coals of fire erupted from the core of her being and rained down on her flesh, and her nerves sizzled like cold water on a hot griddle. Her cuntal juices turned to liquid fire and gushed onto Randy's lips and tongue and flowed like lava, down to her anal crevice. Her body danced with jolts from a thousand live wires. She screamed out her ecstasy as she came and came and came…
Geezus Christ! This chick is one for the books! She sure as hell doesn't have to take a back seat to Trish, that's for damned sure! Randy remarked to himself as he continued to lap at the young beauty's pussy until she finally begged him to stop. She almost passed out from the sensations that emanated from between her legs. Never had she been so thoroughly, so satisfyingly tongue fucked.
The sun-drugged, sex-drugged, narcotized young girl lapsed into a near-comatose state, wallowing in the delicious tingling sensations that pervaded her body. She was barely cognizant of Randy's movement now… that he had crawled from between her legs and inched up along side of her, his huge prick preceding him like some pagan battle standard. His eyes glowed with fevered anticipation and insatiable lust. He kneeled beside her head and leaned down to kiss her wantonly on the mouth, pressing his tongue between her unresisting lips and deep inside her mouth.
Davie drew in her breath at the unexpected assault on her mouth, tasting her own pussy juices mixed with the briny essence of saltwater. Benumbed as she was, she felt another little tremor of renewed excitement flutter through her spent loins, and an audible sigh escaped past Randy's engulfing lips. Then he drew away from her, and she felt the absence of his lips; she wanted them on her mouth again…
Suddenly they were back… he was rubbing his mouth across her lips… so soft… soft delicate mouth rubbing back and forth, back and forth, but differently. There was something different in the way it felt… softer than his lips… softer than a baby's skin… so delicately soft, but firm, too. Why was it different this time?
Her eyes fluttered opened then squinted against the light. Oh God – she was staring right at the huge, erect penis, at the blood-engorged, glistening-tipped cock of Randy Ferris! That's what it was that she felt on her mouth – Randy's cock! Oh nooooo! Surely he didn't expect her to put that thing into her mouth!
Oh, but he did! "Davie, kiss my cock, baby. Open your lips and give it a little kiss," he urged her. His face was a mask of desire.
"Nooooo! I can't. I can't do that," she insisted, turning her face away and closing her eyes again.
"Sure you can, honey. You know you want to, deep down inside… just like you really wanted me to fuck your little pussy last night. Wouldn't you like to know what it feels like to have it in your mouth, honey?"
There was a tremor of excitement in his husky voice. He leaned over her again and pressed his instrument against her lips, while he placed his right hand on her bare, upthrust breast and began to massage the sensitive flesh expertly.
"No! Take it away from me," she protested, but there was slightly less conviction in her voice. The familiar stirrings of desire were back in her body, and she found herself becoming curious. What would it taste like, she wondered. Randy was such a beautiful, sexy man not like that disgusting fruit with her mother…
"Sure, baby, if that's the way you feel about it," he answered a tone of annoyance. He rolled over and lay flat on his back, placing his hands behind his head. "It's OK with you if I eat your pussy, if I stick my tongue in your snatch and suck you unto you cum all over my mouth… that's fine, isn't it?" he said contemptuously. "But when the ball is in your court, you don't want to play!"
"It's not that, Randy, it's just that… well…"
"Forget it, sweetheart. I get the message. We'd just skip the oral stuff from now on – both of us. I mean, it's too bad, a damned shame, really – I could acquire a real taste for that sweet little cunt of yours… but, it wouldn't be fair to either of us, would it? One-way streets always lead to resentments, don't they?"
The clever youth made his point – in spades. Davie felt a seizure of panic as she considered Randy's threat he didn't intend to go down on her again… not unless she "played bag"…
She was wavering, torn by a desire to please this man, her first male lover who had already given her so much pleasure. She couldn't bear to think of it coming to an end, or being something less than complete. Yet, she felt frightened and repulsed at the thought of putting his rigid member into her mouth; she kept seeing her mother blowing that horrible faggot. Besides, she'd never done it before. How do you do it? She didn't want to make a fool of herself. But Randy was right, she knew: turn about's fair play. She sighed heavily and turned to him, letting her arm rest on his chest.
She snuggled closer, wanting him to put a reassuring arm around her, but he continued to lay sprawled on his back with his arms behind his head, his eyes closed and his face expressionless.
She put her head on his chest. Still no reaction. He was mad at her! She looked down his body, which was elongated from her perspective. Her drugged brain saw him as a column of flesh stretched out like a sun bronzed Plastic Man in the comic books. His erect cock was thrust in the air like an angry middle finger of disdain. Slowly she let her fingers slide down his chest, down his belly, down to has sparse forest of crisp, dark blonde pubic hair… Randy's prick bobbed in welcome to her hand. She paused there.
"I… I don't know how to do it, Randy. I've never done it before," she said haltingly.
"Done what?" he asked dryly. (He knew perfectly well what she was talking about. He had to suppress a self-satisfied smile.)
"Put a man's thing into my mouth… kissed it." She was grateful that he could not see her face embarrassment was written all over it.
"Oh, that…" he said nonchalantly, "just forget it, honey. Forget I ever asked you to kiss it, or lick it, or take it in your mouth…"
"No, Randy. I want to do it for you. I don't want to be a one-way street," she answered firmly, but in a lithe girl voice. "Only you have to tell me what to do…"