Chapter 3

"... go set it up with this guy Elsworth. Want to come along with me, honey?"

David was just getting up from the breakfast table when Suzy emerged sleepily from her bedroom. Sunlight streamed in through the front windows, and the Atlantic glittered with it.

"No... I don't want to go out yet, David," Tish answered hollowly. She sat in her chair. She looked at her folded hands when she talked. She had eaten only a few bites of her breakfast.

Suzy stopped and looked at them a moment. Her mother seemed worse. Her father tried even harder to be jovial. Matt was already outside, and Suzy was glad of that. She wasn't sure she could face him again for a while.

"Hey, there she is!" David said buoyantly. "The sleepyhead decided to get up today after all." He smiled affectionately at his daughter and held out his arm to give her a hug. "You're about two hours behind your brother this morning. He's on the beach already." His eyes flicked up and down her. "Looks like you're ready for another day of it too."

Suzy yawned broadly and gave a little smile and yielded to his strong embrace as his arm went about her naked waist. She was in her bikini again.

"You can take Suzy with you, David," Tish said, still looking at her hands.

"Sure, how about it, Pumpkin?"

"Take me where, Daddy?"

"Well, here's the deal. This isn't just a vacation for me. As things worked out, I was going to have to go to Miami anyway to check out a line of goods being imported that we might stock at the store. So, this is what you call a working vacation for me, but I'll be gone only two days - three at the most."

"You should put it off, David," Tish said tightly. "I don't want you leaving me here. Why can't I go with you?"

"Tish, it's only a hundred miles up the road," he said firmly. "And it's just business. You can't go with me to the meetings. You'd have to sit in a motel up in Miami. Here, you'd have Matt and Suzy to keep you company and watch out for you."

He exhaled heavily, as if tired of explaining it over and over. "Now, I'm going to arrange for you and the kids to go fishing for the next two days to give you something fun to do. I know Captain Elsworth from the last time we were down here for a meeting. He's a nice old guy."

"Fishing, Daddy? You mean on a charter boat? Out in the Gulf Stream where the sailfish are?" Suzy asked, awakening quickly. "Oh, wow!"

"Yep," David grinned, hugging her to him again and looking expectantly at his wife.

Tish raised her eyes finally and sighed. "All right," she said quietly. "All right, you win."

"That's my girl," he said. He went to her and bent down to give her a peck on her cheek. She withdrew from him, and he couldn't hide the dark expression that crossed his face. He turned from her and looked at Suzy. "You ready to go?" he asked abruptly.

"She needs to eat something first."

"I'll eat later, Mom," Suzy said. "Can I go like this, Daddy?"

He grinned, looking her up and down again. "Absolutely, honey. Everybody else shows it off down here, and next to going nude, that's the best way I know to get the tan you're after."

"David!"

"Oh, for God's sake, Tish! Lay off! Nude, naked, bare- assed! The girl's got a beautiful body. She should be proud of it. It's healthy to be proud of it!" He spun angrily toward the door. "Come on, Suzy," he said, yanking it open.

Suzy hurried from the cottage, squinting against the bright sun and glaring sand. She nearly had to run to keep up with his long strides until he slowed down and waited for her.

"Daddy, I don't understand it," Suzy said quietly, looking at him, feeling as if she should throw her arms around him and hug him comfortingly.

"I don't either, honey," he said, shaking his head. He looked at her a long moment. He held open the car door, then slammed it shut. "Let's walk. Hell, it's only down at the marina."

They started off, trudging through the sand. He took her hand and squeezed it and swung it between them, gazing thoughtfully at the ground.

"Honey, I've got to ask this."

"What, Daddy?"

He stopped and looked at her. "Did - was there something else that happened that night? Something I don't know about? Something that would have upset your mother so much more than it apparently has you?"

Suzy looked away. She licked her lips. She didn't know what her father knew. It came to her mind to tell him that her mother had come hard with the man's cock up her ass, but she couldn't tell him that.

"He - he just did it to her, Daddy," she said haltingly. "Up her - you know, in her rear." She couldn't keep from clenching her buttocks tightly when she said it and thought it. She shivered slightly and stood closer to her father.

"I don't get it," he said after a moment, shaking his head again. "I just don't get it."

Suzy looked at him. Poor Daddy! she thought. He can't take much more of what she's giving him!

They went on to the marina. Most of the boats were out for the day, including Captain Elsworth's Missy. There was a girl behind the counter at the tackle shop.

She looked up when they walked in. She was sitting on a stool reading a magazine to while away the time. The store was empty of people but full of every conceivable trapping of the fishing trade. It was the kind of place a die-hard angler believes his heaven will look like.

The ceiling was draped with fishing nets and cork floats. The supporting pillars were studded with shells and starfish. Mounted giants leaped and churned along the walls, some a little faded by time, all dusty.

The shelves filling the middle of the building and all available corners displayed every possible lure and hook and rod and tackle box, hardware item, reel and piece of gear. Above it all, two big-bladed fans turned slowly and kept the air moving.

"Can I help you?" the girl asked.

She was in her late twenties, Suzy guessed. She was quite pretty, in a rustic sort of way. Her hair was sun-bleached auburn, having goldish highlights. It was pulled back smoothly and held at the back of her head with a piece of red yarn.

Her eyes were greenish - open and warm. They flicked over David and then seemed to linger on him. She smiled, her lips soft and narrow, her mouth wide.

She slid from the stool and stood behind the counter, and her tits thrust against the clinging fabric of a green pullover. She wore no bra. Her nipples showed clearly at the ends of the pointed cones.

"I wanted to charter the Missy for my wife and two kids for tomorrow and the next day," David said, "but I see Captain Elsworth's gone."

The girl's gaze still lingered on him. Reluctantly, it seemed, she turned her head and looked at a blackboard on the wall behind her. There was a chart painted on it, a record of the boats and the charters.

"He's out for the day," she said. "But he's free for the time you want him. I can put you down for the two days if you want."

"That's fine," David said, looking into her eyes when she turned back and leaned part way over the counter. Suzy noted that his eyes dropped to the points of the firm tits nestled atop her folded arms, and a funny feeling passed through her.

"We usually have to take a deposit," the girl said. "You'd be surprised how many people come in and want to charter a boat and then don't show up. By the time it's clear they aren't going to, it's too late to go out. The guys have missed too many trips that way, so they want me to take a deposit."

"Yeah, I believe it," David smiled. "The world's getting full of bastards."

"Daddy!" Suzy blurted.

The girl laughed. "Don't worry about it, honey, I hear all kinds of language in here. And I see most of the bastards, too, but I can tell your dad isn't one of them."

"Wouldn't you know," David said, patting his back pocket. "I didn't bring my wallet." He thought a moment. "It's on the dresser back at the cottage. I hope your mother didn't go out and leave it there unguarded."

"Not a chance," Suzy said darkly, "You saw what mood she was in."

The girl's eyes shifted quickly from one to the other of them. She leaned a little farther over the counter, all but laying her firm tits on it in open display.

"That's all right," she said. "I'll trust you. Aren't you going with your family?"

"Got to go to Miami on business," he said. "Look, ah -"

"Carol," she said.

"Look, Carol, I'll bring the deposit later today, all right?"

She hesitated, then smiled. "That would be fine," she said softly. "We get busy over the lunch hour. It's quiet again about three."

David looked straight at her again and swallowed. "Three's just perfect," he said.

The girl laughed gently, but Suzy didn't understand why. "Not always," she said, looking up at him, sort of batting her pretty eyes.

David flushed. He gave his name. Suzy's forehead wrinkled with puzzlement, and then she felt that funny feeling again. She chanced to glance at an item behind the display case that was near her father's waist, and she saw the unmistakable bulge of his cock inside his pants.

The funny feeling turned to shivery tingles, and everything fell into place. She sucked in her breath quietly and looked at the girl again and then at her father, and the glances they were giving each other had unmistakable meaning now.

They were going to fuck!

Suzy was hardly aware of the next five minutes or what the two of them talked about. She felt stunned. She walked woodenly out of the marina store with her father.

The girl's enticing smile and pretty face floated across her mind. She glanced at her father furtively and tried to picture the two of them in bed somewhere, naked and fucking. She thought of her mother next, and all she could see was the agony and the rejection in her face that had made her so drawn-looking lately.

They were nearly back to the cottage before Suzy was able to take a deep breath and accept what was going to happen. Her father needed a good fuck. She'd seen that for herself yesterday. Carol was pretty and clean and nice, not a trampy whore. It would be good for her father to fuck her.

Suzy felt tingly all afternoon. She watched the way her father tried to make everything pleasant and right for her mother and the way he was rejected at every turn, and she began to feel that her mother deserved whatever he did with Carol.

He finally looked at his watch. "I've got to go back to the marina, Tish," he said. "Captain Elsworth is due back about now. If he isn't, I'm going to wait for him, so I don't know how long I'll be."

Tish said nothing for a long moment. "Matt's out there," she said finally. "I'll go lie on the beach with him."

"Fine," David said.

"I think I'll take a nap again, Daddy," Suzy said, stretching. "You don't need me to go with you again, do you?"

He looked relieved. "No, that's fine," he said. He turned and left.

Suzy waited until her mother walked solemnly toward the beach, and then she slipped around the side of the cottage and ran under the cover of the buildings after her father, her heart pounding, her cunt tingling madly.

She paused behind a dense clump of hibiscus, panting harshly from the run, and saw her father just going into the store. She wondered where they were going to do it. Or if they were really going to do it at all. Maybe it had just been all in her imagination.

She saw the room that had been added to the back of the marina store. The whole structure was ancient and sun-baked and weathered, with additions tacked onto it on three sides. But from her memory of the inside of the store, she knew the one addition hadn't been part of it.

There was a gnarled, thick hedge of hibiscus and seagrape around most of the room, and she knew it would screen her from anybody passing by. She ran for it and crouched under the window there, her heart pounding wildly.

What was it she really felt? Curiosity? Shameful lust? Or... envy!

"Ohhhhhh, God!" she moaned softly, already clamping her hand around her crotch. Envy! Yes, envy! She was jealous! Her father was going to fuck his hard prick into Carol's sweet, willing cunt and pump his load into her.

She was going to moan with heat under his pounding hips and soothe the ache in his balls for him, and there was no denying that Suzy wanted to be the one to do that for her good, sweet father!

She heard their voices suddenly as the door to the room opened. Suzy strained to hear.

"I can't believe this," David said, his voice husky and soft.

"You don't have to believe it, honey," Carol whispered. "Just do it! Oh, my God - I can't believe it either!" she laughed nervously.

"But why, Carol? Why me?"

"You feel it, don't you? You felt it when you walked in and saw me. Oh, God - I know what you must be thinking of me, David, but you're wrong! I'm not this way - not really! I'm just so lonely and frustrated, looking after that place for my father. He's in the hospital down in Key West. My husband was killed in a storm off the Tortugas two years ago, and I'm - just stuck! And once in a blue moon a guy comes along who... ohhh, kiss me, David! Kiss me hard!"

Suzy sucked in her breath at the prolonged silence. Her knees quavered as she slowly raised herself to the level of the window and looked inside.

Her cuntlips bloated and spread apart inside her panties with what she saw - the way her father had his hand on Carol's firm, pointed tit and his lips mashed against hers.

"Ohhhh, that's what I need!" Carol gasped, sliding her lips from his. "Oh, yes! And you need it too, David, I can tell. There's a problem between you and your wife, isn't there?"

"How can you tell that?" he gasped, watching her hand slide and circle over the front of his pants, over the thick, straining lump of his erect prick.

"It was all over your face. And your daughter's. Oh, I don't know what it is, and I don't want to know. I just know that we need each other right now, and you know it too!"

"God, I can't believe this!" he gasped again.

"I know something else, David. I have a way with knowing people, what they think, what they want. Your daughter - she'd give anything to be standing where I am right now!"

David sucked in his breath. His pants dropped at the same moment, the buckle and snaps victims of her busy fingers. His prick shafted stiffly from his loins, throbbing wildly.

"What!" he gasped. "That's crazy! My daughter! Oh, my God - you're something else!"

"All right, don't believe it," she gasped, lifting her pullover up over her bobbing, jiggling tits and casting it aside. "Don't believe anything - just feel!"

She reached for his straining prick and held it gently in her hand. Her fingers worked over it lovingly, feeling and squeezing, stroking the shaft, testing the sponginess of his meaty glans.

"Ohhhh, just feel!" she gasped. "God, it's so hard! It must really be bad between you for it to be this hard. Oh, David - come to the bed! Hurry!"

Suzy gasped and squeezed her watering pussy. Her mouth was dry, and she licked her lips, inching up higher until she could just see over the top of the windowsill.

Carol had her father's prick in her dainty hand. Her tits were firm and pointed, and they jabbed into the tops of his thighs as she knelt before him.

Her father's face was flushed. His straining prick throbbed and jerked. He looked down at Carol's hands and face and at the way she hugged his prick against her cheek.

They went toward the bed. Carol straightened up while David sat down on it. She sucked in her breath and made her tits thrust forward. She reached to the back of her head and undid the piece of yarn, and her hair cascaded softly around her face and naked shoulders, a rich, warm color.

She reached for the tops of her stretch pants and pushed them down, wriggling her hips slightly. Her pussy hair was thick and coppery, her cuntlips full and bloated with heat.

Her asscheeks were tight and round and jutted pertly behind her. She stepped out of the pants, spreading her thighs slightly, opening her twat to David's sight.

The meat of it was bright and hot and pink, gleaming with fresh, slippery cunt honey. There was so much juice, in fact, that Suzy could see the gleam of it on her silken inner thigh when Carol stood just right and looked down at David.

"God..." David gasped softly. "You're beautiful, Carol - stunning!"

She walked the short distance to him, straddling his knees, tipping her pelvis up and toward his face.

"Am I, David?" she asked breathlessly. "Am I?"

Suzy watched her father lick his lips. She looked at his straining cock and saw it throb wildly as it jutted in full erection from his lap. His fingers clenched and trembled, and then he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

He reached out and wrapped his hands around her hips and dug his fingers into her ass flesh and pulled her middle toward his face with a groan of excitement.

Suzy watched. She fairly danced with heat of her own. Her fingers dug and pinched at the bloated, succulent meat of her virginal cuntlips, through the material of her bikini bottom.

She saw her father's tongue slip from between his lips. Her eyes bulged. The tip of his tongue disappeared between the succulent, slippery lips of Carol's pussy, and there was a wet, sticky sound as he licked upward.