Peter Knight stole another long glance at his passenger as they drove south along the narrow, two-way road in his sleek silver Porsche. Trish had greeted him wearing the briefest and sexiest of black bikinis and a thin gold chain around her neck. She was all smiles, and gave no indication that she bore any resentment towards him for his callous treatment of her the night before. She looked so Goddamned exciting, so sensual, that he had torn off his own swim trunks and fucked her right then, this time treating her like a partner and not a whore. He felt he couldn't get enough of her.
Now, scanning her bikini-clad body again, he found his cock once more straining under his trunks as his eyes roved over the generous expanse of breast flesh that was revealed above the skimpy top, and the smooth, flat belly, her golden thighs and long, beautiful legs. She wanted to go to the point, she said… she had been there before… the beach was secluded and the water warmest there…
His thoughts weighted his right foot and the Porsche went faster, accelerating with the increase of his desire.
"What's the rush, lover?" she teased, giving him one of her sexy, all-knowing looks. She placed her hand on his sun-warmed thigh, adding another ten miles an hour to the gauge.
Finally, they rounded a bend where the highway narrowed into a dusty road. The handsome resort owner shifted down and let the Porsche slow to a crawl to minimize the fallout created by the grooved, Michelin tires. He suddenly jammed on the brakes when he spotted Randy's red MG parked in a shaded turnout about 75 yards ahead. Trish saw the little red sports car, too. It was there, thank God… just as she had planned it!
"What the hell?" Peter said, his brow furrowed in a frown.
"Looks like somebody beat us to it… to the point, that is," Trish sad slyly. "What a coincidence…"
A sense of dread creeped over Davie's father. What the fuck was she doing way out here? Why had Randy brought her here for a swim unless… Christ, why had he allowed her to go with that kid anyway? He should have known better…
"Oh well, we might as well go for swim with them, lover. Then we can find another spot of our own…" the scheming blonde said casually. "It'll be fun to surprise them."
Peter didn't answer. His jaw was set and the frown deepened on his forehead. From force of habit, he grabbed the ignition keys and tucked them into a shallow pocket inside the waistband of his trunks. Then he got out and walked purposefully towards the beach, leaving the cocksure stewardess to follow in his wake.
As he got closer and closer to the stretch of white sand, his scowl deepened and his apprehension increased. He was close to the clearing now, and he peered out into the water, looking for splashing young bodies, hoping to see his precious daughter cavorting in the crystalline ocean with the devil-may-care young buck. Instead, his heart sickened as he heard sounds, grunting animal sounds on the beach. He stopped short. Oh no! God, no! his mind screamed. Those sounds could only mean one thing! It was like a grisly replay of the shocking scene he had witnessed twenty four hours ago, on another beach. Only this time, it wasn't a female – it was Randy Ferris. God, what was he doing to little Davie?
Randy Ferris wasn't doing anything to little Davie – little Davie was doing it to him!
A startled, disbelieving gasp burst from Peter Knight's throat as he took a few steps further and his eyeballs ran smack into the sight of Randy Ferris lying on his back with his arms stretched out at his sides, getting his cock sucked royally by DARLING LITTLE DAVIE!
He swayed on his feet, as though he had been hit by a battering ram, and stared in utter stupefaction at the carnal sight. He closed his eyes, but he couldn't close out the reality of what was happening on the beach blanket. It was horribly, brutally real… Davie was sucking the bastard's cock, and doing it with obvious enjoyment, of her own free will…
"Jesus Christ," the older man felt his cock lurch into hardness as he watched his teenage daughter sucking wetly at the cum-filled cock of the young, teenage boy!
The shocked and anguished father fought to sort out his thoughts, to collect his reason and do what a concerned parent would do in such a situation. He wanted to rush forward, to teat Davie away from the kid's loins and rip his privates right out of his groin. He wanted to kill the sonofabitch and give Davie the beating if her life. But he knew he couldn't do that. The one unassailable fact of the matter was that Davie was sucking the kid's cock of her own free will! That was obvious. She was turned on as hell, mewling over him with unintelligible slurping calls from deep in her throat, gnawing at him like a dog with a bone, pulling on the this casing of his long, rigid prick as though it were a lollipop; as though she couldn't get enough of it!
His eyes were fastened on his daughter's naked, twisting form that glistened with sweat in the early afternoon sunlight as she worked slavishly over the bronzed loins of Trish's kid brother. Davie… Davie, my precious little girl, what's happened to you? Why are you taking a man's penis in your sweet little mouth… your beautiful, innocent mouth? Oh God, you're so beautiful, darling, your face, your body, with its baby-soft buttocks, your perfect little breasts swaying there… your delicate little pussy, with its soft, soft hair…
Reflexively, the tormented father took a step forward, blind panic seizing him as the impact of his carnal desire struck him with the force of a wrecking ball. His cock was hard and throbbing wildly in his swim trunks. He was excited… excited by the lewd sight on the beach! His own daughter! Oh God, he was sick, he'd lost control! Noooooooo!
The devil danced in his head, goading him to make love to his own daughter! Yes, his love for Davie was not platonic and paternal – it was carnal… it was the sexual love of a man for a beautiful woman! And Davie was a woman he couldn't kid himself about that any more. She was the woman he wanted more than anyone in the world. He wanted to possess her body, to feel her mouth on his cock, to feel himself inside her tender pussy. He let out an agonized moan of self-reproach. But he couldn't help himself, now. He couldn't! He was past all redemption, past all caring, as torrents of desire swept over him.
Vaguely, for his eyes were fixed on Davie, Peter was aware that he was not alone. The warm body of Trish Byers pressed against his arm. "Looks like she's enjoying it, doesn't it?" she cooed into his ear in her honeyed voice. "I hope you're not too upset…"
"Upset! How could I possibly be upset, watching my only daughter suck the begeezus out of your brother's cock!" He ground the words out at her through a clenched jaw.
"No Peter, you shouldn't let it throw you. After all, Davie's not a little girl any more. It's time she found out what men are an about, don't you think? Unless, of course, you're jealous…"
"Jealous?"
"Yes, honey. Why else would you have a big hard-on?" she said sultrily, reaching down to squeeze his granite-like prick and his bloated balls. "You want your darling little daughter ax for yourself, don't you?" she droned on. "But that's so selfish. That wouldn't be fair to Davie, would it?"
She was playing with his cloth-encased genitals. He didn't move. His brain was reeling as he watched with perverse fascination the lurid scene between his sensual daughter and the blonde vamp's brother. Trish droned on again as she slipped her slender fingers down inside the elastic cloth and came in contact with his bare cock. She used her thumb to spread the syrupy seminal ooze an around the helmeted head, and under the ridge, where she knew he would be most sensitive. "I know how much you want to be lying on that blanket right now, with Davie's soft mouth around your big, hard prick… sucking and sucking and sucking. I know how much you love to be sucked, Peter. Remember how I sucked you off last night, after you fucked my ass so hard? You'd like to fuck that sweet ass of your daughter's, too… wouldn't you? Wouldn't you just love to shove that great big hot prick of yours in her tight little asshole? Of course… you're only human, baby. I understand that. Yes, you'd like to fuck your darling little girl in the ass, almost as much as you'd like to fuck her juicy little pussy. Oh, yes, you're dying to fuck her hot, precious cunt, aren't you. Look at the way she's got it stuck up in the air, just crying for her daddy's hard cock…"
A low, tortured, guttural sound purled from the lust-crazed man, signaling to Trish that her mission was as good as accomplished. She slipped deftly out of her bikini and pressed her naked breasts against his bare arm, rubbing the nipples over his hairy, muscular flesh. Then she began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hot, moist lips as she hooked her thumbs inside his trunks and worked them down his hips until they dropped on the sandy ground. Then she took his hard prick in both her hands and rubbed it lightly up and down, pressing her body into his back and his solid flanks, rubbing her pussy up against has ass. Then she began to nudge him forward, toward the blanket where his beloved Davie sucked voraciously on Randy's cock, saying: "Go on, Peter… go fuck your beautiful daughter… you know you want to, you know you want her. Everybody wants to fuck darling little Davie…"