tits, and with a violent lunge buried his cock to the hilt.
That was the way he fucked — violently! With both hands squeezing my tits so that they ached with a delicious pain, his mouth over the rigid nipple of one and sucking hard, he flicked with driving strokes that rammed his prick so deep inside me it seemed to be thrusting against the inside of my stomach, then withdrew until my cunt was clinging only to his knob. The water ebbed and flowed around us, and his cock worked like a piston inside my cunt. I thought I could feel the water being forced from inside me with each entry of his cock, gushing between my thighs, but it may have been my imagination.
Imagination or not, he was giving me a good fuck. A fuck that made me claw at his wet hair with trembling fingers, holding, him to the pulsing nipple he was flogging with his tongue. A fuck that caused me to wrap my legs high around his back as I sought the leverage which would allow me to match the motions of my pelvis to the pumping of his hips. A fuck that caused me to burn, even in the coldness of the surrounding water. I hoped Daddy was getting the same.
Strange how the mind will wander at a time like that. And even stranger was the way I suddenly seemed outside my body, watching as Ken drove himself at me. Only it wasn't Ken who hovered above the girl in the surf. It was Daddy. And then I was back in my own body, writhing in the chill of the water, the heat of the fucking, and my mind had replaced Ken with Daddy.
He blurred above me. The blond hair darkened, became the hair of my father. His body thickened. It became more muscular. His cock, longer and slimmer than the cock of my father, seemed to grow thicker between the pulsating walls of my cunt. The sound of the surf was lost in the roaring that filled my brain.
'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!' I repeated over and over. My pelvis rose and fell, driving the mound of my cunt against the hard bony base of his prick, moving back on the rod of his cock and then swallowing him again. And then I came.
Lord! How I came! Time after time my cunt was shaken by the surging releases of my juice, each time more intense than the one before. And still I moved. And fucked. And clawed at his back. And begged and pleaded for more. Until with a hard ramming of his prick and a horribly sweet bite of my nipple, he gushed his warm sperm into me. I fell back onto the sand, my cunt filled with his juices, his fast-softening cock, and the waves that sought to wash them away.
'Looks like our friends have decided to leave us all by ourselves,' Ken whispered into my ear.
I was so dazed by the intensity of my coming that I had hardly noticed it as he moved from between my legs. Still in something of a stupor, I rolled onto my side, then managed to make it to my knees.
My backside was coated with wet white sand; so were my thighs. I brushed it away as best I could, then struggled to my feet and joined Ken. He said nothing as we dressed. But I saw him smiling faintly as he stared down at the indentations we had left in the white sand at the edge of the water. I smiled, too. As we left our hiding place behind the little grove of pines, the waves were already removing the last traces of our fucking.
Jodi's face was still flushed with excitement when we reached the motel. That was the first thing I noticed. She had retrieved the top of her suit, but she might as well have left it. It was pulled too high on her breasts, leaving the white bottom flesh of her tits showing beneath the cups, and I wondered if she had returned to the motel like that. Probably, I decided. It was obvious that she still had the hots.
They were in our room, and Jodi was hanging around Daddy as if she owned him. She was sitting on the bed beside him, her hand very high up on his thigh, almost touching his crotch, and she was watching him with open adoration. There were traces of white sand on both their bodies, and as I watched she brushed a few grains from his back onto the red carpet of the floor. I left Ken and put my arm around Daddy's shoulder.
'You saved a little of that peter for me, didn't you?' I asked, purring the words as I pressed my tits, covered by the damp bathing suit, against his arm. Jodi was on the other side of him, with her hand still close to his prick, and her eyes caught mine for a brief moment as I moved my hand down his side, onto his hard thigh, then onto the wet front of his trunks. He pulled my hand away. 'Give an old man a break, will you,' he said, standing. 'I may not be able to get it up for another week.'
His tone said he was joking, but the joke fell flat on its rump. I looked at Jodi.
Her eyes had never left my face, as though she were waiting for me to do something that was expected of me, and I found myself unable to turn away from her. My hand was on the bed, where it had settled when Daddy moved away, and I felt her touch it with her fingers. Her blue eyes seemed to blaze at me. A small pulse was pounding visibly in her slender neck.
'We know how to get it up for them, don't we, Nora?' she whispered, moving closer on the bed. I knew what she meant. I knew that the women at the swap meetings would sometimes put on a show for their men. I knew what they did. I knew how they did it. I knew it would get the men back in a mood for fucking. And I knew I wanted to do it with Jodi.
'Yes, we know how to do that,' I whispered. Excitement rushed through me as her hand brushed my inner thigh and she leaned forward, slowly it seemed, to kiss me on the lips. I put my arm around her.
As Jodi fell against me with all the weight of her slim little body, pressing me backward on the bed, I could hear the sound of the two men breathing. It was a harsh sound, an excited one. I opened my lips.
As her tongue snaked quickly into my mouth, hot, wet, and eager, she tugged the bra of my swimsuit upward over my tits — exactly as her father had done — and her body pried itself between my legs. I could feel her bathing suit rasping against my stiffening nipples. I tugged it up. Her little tits seemed to sink into the softness of my larger ones. Her nipples bored hot and deep into my flesh. Her hands were everywhere at once — and still we kissed.
Her lips and tongue were tangy with the taste of salt, and her body was squirming against the mound above my pussy, getting me hotter and hotter. My hands, with no thought or direction from me settled on her firm little tits, moved them for a moment against my own, and then began clawing at the bottom of her swimsuit. Her hands stripped me.
In silence, as if we had planned it before, she turned herself so that she was kneeling above me one knee on each side of my head, her long hair hanging down to tease my thighs as she stared at my cunt, and her own little pink slit positioned above my face.
Then she went down on my cunt. 'Sixty-nine… it was a very good year,' I heard Ken say.
Her lips touched me lightly at the upper edge of the dark hair of my cunt, bringing less reaction than I had expected. I was hot, but it was largely because of the knowledge that we were being watched. That, at least, was what I told myself. Then she kissed me in the center of my cunt — and I felt a new kind of heat.
Because she was a female, I guess, she knew all the right places, the places that will drive you out of your mind. As I stared up at her widespread little cunt, inches above my face, her tongue lanced in and out of my gash, touching the hood around my clit the clit itself, licking over my outer lips. I put my hands on the smooth little orbs of her ass and urged her closer to my face. I was ready to give as good as I was getting.
Her pussy, as it moved to meet my lips with such slowness that it seemed a dream, looked like a flower covered with the dew of early morning. The pink lips glistened. They were the petals. The fine blonde hair around her slit was coated with white brine from her swim in the ocean, and that was the autumn foliage that surrounded the flower. Like a bee, after pollen, so I went after my first taste of cunt. The brine-coated hair of her slit was rough against my tongue as I forced my way into her gash. I could taste the salt. I could taste a sweetness. I imagined that I could taste the come of my father. As I found the hard little button of her clitoris and slowly licked it with a back and forth darting of my tongue, she shifted her body so that her wiggling rear settled fully on my face, and I felt her capture my own clitoris softly between her lips.
We sucked at one another with perfect rhythm.
With each stroke of her tongue across my clit, I lifted my ass high from the groaning bed, trying for more; and each time my lips pulled at her clit, her cunt would press downward against my face. We were perfectly tuned. My body was taut as a bowstring. My face was wet with the juices of her cunt. My tits were throbbing dully. My cunt was flexing under her expert caresses — and then… she moved away.
She was gone from above me, from between the vee of my legs, so quickly that I had no chance to stop her. Gone — and replaced by Daddy. Daddy, who was naked now. Daddy, who was moving between my legs, his prick hard and ready as he slipped a hand beneath my rear and lifted it high. Daddy, whose body felt hard as a rock when I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, reaching for him with both hands as I eagerly awaited the thrusting of his cock. Daddy, who seemed to come to me through a blue fog of desire.
'You got it up again, baby,' he said in the voice of a stranger, and I was dimly aware that Ken and Jodi were
