his balls erupted burning fire, causing his body to tremble like a man with palsy. His juices spurted from the opening in his prickhead deep, deep into his daughter's quivering recesses in never-ending flow, which caused her to moan in spasmodic, indecipherable cries of delight as his orgasmic fluids mixed with hers to roll around his jerking cock, fusing them together as lovers in the most ecstatic sense of the word – father and daughter cumming together in the most wonderful expression of family unity imaginable!
A long time later – an eternity later – the torrent ended and Davie's body relaxed, her legs falling limp around her daddy's thighs as he collapsed onto her. They lay there like that, not moving, not caring that there were two people lying less than a foot away from them on the blanket.
'Congratulations!' came the sultry voice of Trish Byers. Both Peter Knight and his daughter looked over at her simultaneously. She was smiling victoriously. Randy had a shit-eating grin on his face as he glanced quickly from Davie's father to the well-fucked young beauty under him. Davie flushed crimson with embarrassment at first, then she giggled nervously. Soon all four of them were chuckling over the crazy circumstances in which they found themselves; circumstances that had spiraled rapidly from the innocent encounters of less than forty eight hours ago – well, not exactly innocent, not from Trish Byers' point of view. But certainly, accidental – her meeting young Davie on the plane. She congratulated herself on another sexual mission accomplished – almost. There was still one more phase to see through, one she desperately wanted to succeed…
It ad hinged on Davie. If the scheming blonde could make the teenager see the 'wisdom' of her plan, little Davie would certainly be able to convince her doting daddy. Trish had less than 24 hours – she had to be back in Nassau for an 8:00 AM flight Monday morning, which meant getting the shuttle hop tomorrow afternoon at four. She had to get Davie alone…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
'… But remember, Davie, you've got to make your father think it was all your idea – promise? I want you to get ad the credit, honey,' Trish admonished the pretty young girl over the dining table. It was Saturday night, and the spacious room was crowded. Peter Knight was busy.
'I promise!' the lovely teen answered, her large hazel eyes aglow with excitement. 'Oh Trish, you're a genius – and a terrific friend! I just hope Daddy will go for it.'
'Sweetie, your father's so knocked out about you, he'd go for anything you asked. He'd walk on glass for you!' the crafty blonde said, smiling warmly. 'And why shouldn't he go for it? It's the perfect solution to the problem; a way for you and your daddy to be together forever, with no hassles from your mother. It's the way we can an have our cake and eat it, to…!'
They lay there together, he with his spent cock still imbedded into her tightly clasping orifice, overflowing with love for each other, love which seeped past his now-flaccid tube onto the rumpled bedsheet. He kissed her deeply again. 'I love you so much, darling,' he said tenderly to you.
'Oh Daddy, I love you so much too!' she affirmed again. 'And I want to be with you forever, Daddy. I never want to go back to New York…'
There was a look of pain in his eyes. Then he hugged her tightly to him. 'I know, my dearest. I don't want you to go back. I couldn't bear to lose you again. It's just that… well, I haven't figured out a way to keep you here after the holidays. I've racked my brain, and everything I come up with is N.G.'
'Daddy…' she began softly, 'I thought of something. It's kind of extreme, but I think it could work…'
He raised his head and looked directly at her, his eyebrows raised in expectation. 'Tell me!'
'Well, I was thinking that if you… if you got married again…'
'Married! Honey, I don't want a wife, I want you! Besides, that would ruin everything for us Davie.' The handsome man's expression now was one of bewilderment, hurt.
'No it wouldn't, Daddy, not if you married someone like Trish…'
'Trish? But…'
'See, Trish doesn't want to get married either, because of Randy. But it would be different if she married you, because we've already made love with them anyway, and I know you do like it in bed with her and…'
'And you like it in bed with Randy, don't you?'
'Not as much as with you, Daddy – no way. But if you married Trish, everything would be respectable, and nobody would guess anything about us, and we'd be able to be together, and…'
He closed her lips with a kiss. 'You're one for the books, honey! That's the wildest scheme I've ever heard! There's only small problem – two, actually. First, I'm not in love with Trish, I'm in love with you. Second, Trish isn't in love with me. What makes you think she would go for it? Oh, there's another small problem, too. What do we do about your school?'
'OK,' she said excitedly, 'in answer to your first question, sir, you don't have to be in love with Trish, you just have to be in lust with her – and don't tell me you're not!' she said, her eyes twinkling devilishly. 'And you know Trish is in lust with you, Daddy…'
'That dame's in lust with everybody!' he interjected.
'No, not everybody. Mainly, you and Randy. Now, as far is school is concerned, Trish says there's a good one in Nassau, the English school. I could go there for the rest of the year and after that…'
'Wait a minute – did you and Trish cook this up together?' he asked suspiciously.
'Well, no… I was just telling her how much I wanted to stay, but I knew I had to go back to school, and she said if I wanted to stay with you I could go to the one in Nassau and stay with her during the week, and be with you on the weekends. You could afford that, couldn't you, Daddy?'
'Sure. That's no problem. I could even hop over there during the week…'
'Oh could you, Daddy, would you? Oh, that would be wonderful. Then it's OK? Ooohhh, Daaaaaadddyyy!' she squealed gleefully, throwing her naked arms around his neck and squeezing her firm breasts against his hairy chest. She kissed him hard on the lips, her pointed pink tongue snaking into his mouth to lave his oral member and suck it the way she had sucked his cock later on the beach that afternoon, with Trish and Randy doing some heated sixty-nine right next to them.
Peter Knight felt his penis stir to instant life again inside his daughter's velvety young pussy. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his burgeoning prick, encouraging him once more to show his deep love for her. Wriggling her lithe young body enticingly beneath him, she looked up at her father with the most innocent, the most guileless sort of expression; one he found totally irresistible. 'It is OK, isn't it Daddy? Please say you'll ask Trish to marry you and that you'll put me in the English school, so that I can stay with you forever. Please, oh please.' He flexed his fully hardened cock inside her delicate cunt, reveling in the warm, buttery, tightly clenching softness of her. Then he smiled at her again. 'You know something, young lady? If I didn't know you better, I'd say you've picked up a few tricks from your stepmother-to-be already!'
POSTSCRIPT
The wedding took place on December 31st, in a quaint, little church in Nassau, with Davie as Maid of Honor and Randy as Best Man. After the ceremony, Randy put his arms around the radiant bride and bridegroom's shoulders and quipped, 'Isn't it great, now we're gonna be just one, big, happy fucking family!'
And they were – one big, happy, fucking family… with darlihng little Davie the center of it all!
