sleep. I'll tie the wheel to my arm and nap here on the couch. If any wind comes up, I'll know about it.'
'Well okay, but you call me if you want to go below. I'm glad you don't mind me vamping you like that. I really need it, Steve. I'm not used to being without a man around that's all mine to play with. I'm glad you enjoyed it.'
Steve got up and kissed her. 'You're a marvelous woman. Buck sure had it made. I sort of wish now that I had a full time woman to sail with. I'm going to sure miss these little extra attentions after you leave us.'
'You could always come to visit me, you know. You and Sandy both could stay at the beach house. I promise you that I'm even more uninhibited in a bedroom than I am on the deck of this boat.'
'Go to bed. I'm just not man enough for anymore.'
They both chuckled as she went below. He stared after her and shook his head in admiration at her free and easy life style and personality.
He stretched out on the back deck and was soon dozing peacefully.
Below decks, Ellie flopped into her bunk and was smiling as she, too, quickly returned to a deep, untroubled sleep.
The only one left awake was Sandy Lark. She lay in the dark, her small hand inside her panties, and she marveled at the passion that had rolled through her as she had watched her father and Ellie out on deck. She quietly brought herself to orgasm and drifted back to sleep. She made up her mind just before drifting off that some day soon she would be able to make her father as happy as Ellie had. She had only to wait for the right time and place. This was the second time now that she'd been aware of her father's sexual needs and the manner in which they could be satisfied.
Chapter 12
The calm lasted almost twenty-four hours, and early the following evening the wind freshened and began to billow the sails.
Sandy and her father had spent most of the afternoon fishing off the stern of the boat, and they had just finished feasting off of a large, juicy sea bass when the clattering of the rigging announced that the wind was coming up. Steve quickly took the wheel and stood the first night watch.
At midnight Ellie relieved him and he went below. Feeling hot and sticky, he grabbed a towel and soap, and going up on the forward deck, he dipped water from the ocean and quickly lathered up and then rinsed himself. Getting a bucket of fresh water, he soon had the salt water residue off his skin, and he allowed the night air to dry him as he smoked a last cigarette before going below.
He felt so refreshed he did not bother putting on a clean pair of shorts. Instead, he opened his port hole and the transom over his cabin door, and, lying in his bunk nude, he allowed the night air to wash over his clean, refreshed body. The soothing effect of the rocking boat soon had him deep in slumber.
Steve's body became aroused and in his dreaming he was being ravished by both Christine, his wife, and Ellie. He dreamed of their scented flesh and the softness of their limbs as he intertwined with the two of them and tasted their body juices. His fantasy built until he was at the point of actually achieving an orgasm in his bunk. He thrashed around as he came closer and closer to the brink. His wife had his cock in her hot mouth, while Ellie had her face buried in his ass, her tongue digging into his rectum with hot, wet probes. His hips bucked as he finally shot his sperm into Christine's mouth and he heard her moaning and slurping the unleashed tide of come he was giving her.
He had her head in his hands, and he was attempting to drive his cock into her mouth even farther than she usually sucked him in. She suddenly started gagging and coughing, and Steve could feel her saliva and his sperm being coughed up and splashed on his thighs and crotch. He couldn't understand why she was making such a mess of things. He saw her face in his mind, and it was the usual composed coldness he was used to, and his cock seemed to be plunging into her mouth with no effort on her part. Yet he felt the juices run down his sensitive thighs and he heard the gagging.
Steve suddenly came out of his dream. He was aware of the presence of a body between his thighs, and he was still aware of the gagging and coughing sound in his darkened cabin.
Quickly sitting up he turned to find his bed light.
'Ellie, what in the hell are you trying to do? You're supposed to be on deck on…
His heart stopped and he felt cold all over. There cringing at his feet was Sandy. Her small hand still gripped his erect stalk, and at the moment there were tears running from her eyes as she attempted to get her breath. He saw the sperm and saliva that she'd coughed up, splattered on her hand and his thighs. She had globe of his sperm on her lips and chin. He thought he was going to be sick and then he cried out in his agony.
'My God Sandy! What in the hell are you doing here!'
His sudden fear and disgust had turned to anger, and his voice was loud and cracked with the passion of the moment.
'Baby, come here to me. What in the hell possessed you to come in here like that. My God, baby.'
She was crying now. The tears ran down her cheeks, and, as Steve scooped her up and held her next to him, they washed over his chest. She was shuddering, either from the passion she had endured while blowing her father, or from the fright and shame that he'd put in her when he'd discovered her. In any case, at that moment, his strong arms felt better than anything she could ever remember. She clung to him and sobbed her heart out.
Ellie burst into the small cabin and stopped short as she quickly took in what had happened. Steve's cock was only half deflated and there was still the residue of his sperm lying on his legs and on the sheets between his thighs. She looked at Sandy and she saw that she, too, had some of Steve's sperm on her too. Her heart wrenched when she first thought that Steve had forced his daughter to perform this act on him. Then seeing the grief in both their faces she realized that Steve could never commit such an act with his daughter.
'Will someone stop crying and tell me what's going on here? I heard a shout on deck, and then when I saw your light shining through the port, Steve, I thought maybe you'd been attacked by a rat or something.'
He looked up at Ellie, and he realized that the reason she wasn't in focus was due to the tears in his own eyes.
'Ellie, get me some wet clothes please? We'll explain everything in a few moments.'
The woman quickly did as Steve asked, and after handing them to the concerned father, she said, 'Ill heat the coffee and be on deck when you're ready to talk. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere.'
She got the coffee pot on and then returned to the wheel on deck. She was sure that Steve hadn't enticed Sandy into his bed, so therefore she must have snuck into his cabin and aroused him to climax during his sleep. She knew it was possible for a woman to do that, as she'd done it to Buck many times. But, to imagine that Sandy could ever accomplish such a delicate thing, much less even get the idea, was shocking to Ellie. It didn't dawn on her until just now that Sandy was still dressed when Ellie had burst into the room. No, Steve certainly didn't have anything to do with this, she thought.
Twenty minutes later Sandy came up on deck and silently went to the back of the stern and sat down. She hugged her legs and looked out over the, water, not speaking to Ellie. Ellie looked at her for a moment and shrugged and then turned back to the compass in front of her to make sure of her heading.
Steve emerged a few minutes later carrying a tray with three steaming mugs of coffee for all of them. Sandy took hers silently and sipped from it. He gave Ellie hers, and she saw the look of disbelief was still there. He also looked as confused as she'd ever seen a man look. She could only begin to imagine the thoughts that were flashing through his shocked brain.
She finally broke the silence.
'Okay, let's hear it. What happened? Actually I saw what happened, what I'd like to know is why and how it happened. Steve, I really don't figure that you really tried to seduce your own daughter, so why don't you tell me what you do know about it.'
'Christ, I don't know what or why, Ellie. I was having what I thought was a wet dream. I obviously wasn't. What woke me up was Sandy choking and spitting up on the… ' He couldn't bring himself to finish.
Ellie nodded her head and turned to look at Sandy.
