mean. Not that he needs an excuse. Not so far as I'm concerned, he don't. But he always likes to pretend it happens by accident. I guess that's the best way to describe it. Each time we do it, he says it's going to be the last — and I always know better. We make it too good together.'
With that she flopped back down on the blanket, leaving me to think about what she had said. I closed my eyes, letting the morning sun warm my face, and I turned it over in my mind. I wondered if Daddy had any misgivings about what we had done. Probably not, I decided. He had enjoyed it too much. And Ken? I was sure he had none. Even before my talk with Jodi, I had been sure of that.
As we had originally planned, I had spent the night with Ken; Daddy had slept with Jodi. Ken had been too exhausted to make it again, but he had held me in his arms, his hands on my breasts, his cock touching my buttocks, and he had stroked me until I was asleep. The last thing I could remember him saying, now that I think about it, was that he hoped my father was giving his little girl a good one. He seemed excited by the thought.
As for myself, I had no regrets whatsoever. I was glad it had taken the course it did, and I meant to keep it going. Ken was worth a try, of course — any man is — but Daddy was the one I wanted to please. As I made that admission to myself, I suddenly realized that it had been true for as long as I could remember. He was the one. He always had been. He always would be.
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
