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…'
CHAPTER TWELVE
Young Davie Knight was thoroughly caught up in the sucking of Randy's cock. Her eyes were cloud and her head bobbed up and down furiously as she reveled in the taste and feel of her handsome lover's throbbing member. Her energetic sucking of the pistoning prick in her mouth and the guttural barks that came from her lovely throat all testified to that. I like it, I love it… ooohhhh, his big, beautiful penis feels so wonderful in my mouth, I never thought anything this wicked could feel so good… I'm just like Trish now, a sensual woman… I'm really a real woman now… ooohhh…
Randy thrust his hands in her hair and flexed his hips upward battering the back of her throat with his cock as he strained for completion. Davie made no move to pull back from the intense pressure, but ovalled her tender lips even tighter around his penis, impatient to feel the white, creamy load of sperm in her aching young throat. She mewled and moaned like a depraved animal, totally abandoned to the lust that engulfed her like a naming shroud. Her pussy was quivering with her wet, cuntal ooze and she wagged her buttocks in the air like a female cat in heat, as she crouched over the prostrate youth.
Randy was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at the dark haired beauty who was slavishly working his cock with her lips. He could see her taut, firm breasts sway and dance from her chest as she posted on his prick with her mouth. The pressure of his captive cum constricted his testicles painfully, the twin blocks of desire slapping rudely against her chin as though to say, 'Hurry up!'
Davie began to nibble the petal-soft casing of his blood-engorged cock as though it were a delicacy, a treat. She wanted all of it in her mouth, wanted to make him cum, wanted to taste his hot seed.
Dimly, through his impassioned lust, Randy became aware of vibrations on the beach… coming closer… and closer. Then, his face going pale with horror, he was looking at the solid figure of Peter Knight, who was less than
