pleasure she was evoking in the willing girl. If this was any indication of Davie's capacity for turning on – and it certainly was – Randy would have smooth sailing right up into her little channel! Really – there would be plenty to go around for both of them!
Davie writhed and moaned from the incessant lickings and probings into her moist, hot depths. The passion was mounting in her steadily, and she knew she was very close to orgasm, very close to cumming right on her friend's mouth! Maybe it was 'dirty'… but it sure felt incredibly good.
'Ooooh, Jesus, you're licking my pussy into cumming!' the young girl groaned as the naked stewardess fucked her tongue lizard-like up into the hungrily gripping walls of her cunt!
She was straining and twisting on the towel and she couldn't keep herself from verbalizing her desires. 'Ohh, ooooh, Trish, you're driving me crazy. It feels so good, so exciting when you lick me that way. Suck it… ohhhh suck iiiiittttt…'
And the stewardess obliged, her tongue becoming a slimy piston as it drove in and out of the teen's hot, clasping vagina. Davie was more than she had expected – much more! She was so hot herself that she couldn't keep her fingers out of her own cunt, and she substituted the thumb of one hand for the thumb and forefinger of the other to keep Davie's cunt lips apart while she reached down and made digital contact with her own fiery pussy, stroking her clit very rapidly, the heat of impending orgasm roaring like an inferno through her flesh as she desperately sought her own release.
It wouldn't be long now, for either of them.
And Peter Knight knew that, as he continued to watch the entire erotic display from his sheltered hiding place among the dense, bushy growth. His balls were close to bursting. The pain was excruciating. Never in his life had he seen anything to equal the excitement generated by those two beautiful women on the beach. Yes – two women. For he knew he couldn't pretend Davie was a little girl any longer. She was very young, yes. But she had a woman's body and a woman's sexual responses. How could he bear to have her live with him as his little girl when he was witnessing her as a young and desirable – and desired – woman? Daughter or not, a female, particularly one like Davie, would drive him out of his mind. That was a thing he couldn't cope with. The alternative to a filial relationship with Davie was too unnatural to even consider for a moment. And yet, he a ready had considered it, in his fantasies. Oh God, why did she have to come to French Leave at all! It might have been better for both of them if she had simply stayed in New York…
His pretty daughter's cries of animal pleasure were becoming louder and louder as the young woman continued to swirl and flick her tongue around the velvet depths of Davie's pulsating vagina. Her firm buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath the plunging tongue of the expert cunt sucker. She was going to cum soon; the feeling was building and building…
Trish, her own brain a bubbling cauldron of lust, flailed her finger faster and faster against her throbbing clitoris as she feverishly plunged her tongue in and out of her young friend's pussy. Davie writhed and squirmed beneath the insane licking and sucking until she thought she would scream from sheer ecstasy. Every muscle in her body was tensed, and her long, sable-colored hair swept the towel as she flailed her head wildly from side to side. She ground her crotch up into the blonde's lusting face as the waves of rapture began to rise, then gather, then crest until…
'Oooooh… oooooohhhh… I'm… c-uuuuu-mmmm-iiiii-nnnng!' she shouted through the hoarse gasps of pleasure. She broke out in gooseflesh and rocked crazily on the beachtowel, her whole body a mass of frayed electric cords that sent sizzling surges of ecstasy through her. She drew the blonde head into her loins with all her might. Her cunt juices inundated the stewie's face and tongue, flowing down along the crease of Davie's trembling buttocks and pooling beneath her rectum on the towel. Again and again she screamed out her delirium, and again and again the invading tongue and lips brought her continued thrills. A second later, Trish was screaming out her own orgasm and undulating on the fine-grained sand, creating a human foxhole with her voluptuous, climaxing body. Her oscillating finger sent wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure through her body.
Peter Knight breathed into his hand to stifle the sound of his own heated breathing, though the two climaxing females on the beach below were hardly alert to sounds other than each other's cries. He felt heartsick at what he had witnessed, but it was also the most unbearably exciting spectacle he had ever witnessed. He suddenly remembered how Francine had liked for him to go down on her. It was the one thing sexual she did like, the bitch. And it was the one thing Davie and her mother had in common, he thought ruefully. Then the devil voice spoke again in his head: 'Shrewd observation, Dr. Watson. Now, what are you going to do about it…?'
He forced himself to lie perfectly quiet until the girls dashed to the water for a swim. Then he backed down the dune and headed for the Porsche, his mind a blur and his balls a bloated bag of thwarted desire that screamed for merciful release.
CHAPTER SIX
Peter Knight hurried into his beach house and locked the door behind him. He was sweating, and his temples throbbed. The ache in his groin reminded him constantly of his manhood. The devils were dancing in his head, playing cruel tricks on him, evoking wicked, disjointed thoughts in his mind. He had to rest, to sleep, to get back his equilibrium before Davie came home…
He ripped off his clothes and flung them onto a chair. He fell into bed, wincing as his hard, erect cock thudded on the mattress. He had some unfinished business down there… he couldn't stand the agony any longer.
Grabbing his long, beefy pole in his hand, he once more stroked his enraged organ hotly until he came all over the bedsheet. It was only a matter of seconds. Exhausted then, he knew he should get up and wash, but his body refused to budge, and he fell fast asleep without remembering the need to cover himself.
When Davie got home a couple of hours later, she was surprised to find the door locked. She figured she must have done it without realizing it. No problem. She remembered the door to the lanai – that would be open for sure.
She wanted to shower and change and wash the salt water out of her hair before she appeared at the lodge to see her father. Perhaps she wanted to wash the scent of sex and another female body away, too… The hours she had spent with Trish were beginning to bother her. She wasn't dazed with wine any more, and the reality of what she had participated in with the blonde stewardess was beginning to weigh heavily on her conscience. Oh God, what's happening to me? I'm not a lesbian… I don't want to do it with girls! I couldn't help myself, it felt so good. But it's wrong. It's not the way I want things to be.
She opened the lanai door and stepped inside, a worried expression on her young face. She could feel the first tautness that follows overexposure to the sun, and she knew she had lain on the beach too long for the first day. Yes… she had lain too long on the beach for a lot of reasons…
She turned toward the small chest of drawers that held her clothing. An unexpected groan caused her to look in the direction of her father's bedroom. From where she was standing, she could see only his head and his bare torso. He was sleeping heavily, his mouth open and emitting soft but coarse sounds that bordered on snoring. Davie smiled as she watched her father reposing on the big bed. She looked over at him with pride, thinking how peaceful he seemed, how handsome he was. His chest was broad and hairy; his muscles were well developed. He was a very masculine man.
She thought she could get her things and tiptoe quietly past him without awakening him, so she gathered her shampoo and creme rinse and took another long dress out of the drawer and stepped through the doorway into his bedroom.
An involuntary gasp escaped the young girl's throat as she found herself looking at her father's totally nude, sleeping form. There he was, sprawled on his back, his muscular legs spread apart, exposing the full sight of his genitals to his daughter's widening eyes. His flaccid penis was cradled in the hairy hammock of his enormous testicles. Daddy's penis was huge! Davie was hypnotized by the sight of her father's massive prick and his plump, hirsute testicles.
It's so big! How could any woman possibly have a thing that big inside of her? It would tear her to pieces! It must be over ten inches long when it's… when it's hard it's twice the size of those models' in VIVA magazine! And theirs were pretty big…
