Chapter 12

Young Davie Knight was thoroughly caught up in the sucking of Randy's cock. Her eyes were cloud and her head bobbed up and down furiously as she reveled in the taste and feel of her handsome lover's throbbing member. Her energetic sucking of the pistoning prick in her mouth and the guttural barks that came from her lovely throat all testified to that. I like it, I love it... ooohhhh, his big, beautiful penis feels so wonderful in my mouth, I never thought anything this wicked could feel so good... I'm just like Trish now, a sensual woman... I'm really a real woman now... ooohhh...

Randy thrust his hands in her hair and flexed his hips upward battering the back of her throat with his cock as he strained for completion. Davie made no move to pull back from the intense pressure, but ovalled her tender lips even tighter around his penis, impatient to feel the white, creamy load of sperm in her aching young throat. She mewled and moaned like a depraved animal, totally abandoned to the lust that engulfed her like a naming shroud. Her pussy was quivering with her wet, cuntal ooze and she wagged her buttocks in the air like a female cat in heat, as she crouched over the prostrate youth.

Randy was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at the dark haired beauty who was slavishly working his cock with her lips. He could see her taut, firm breasts sway and dance from her chest as she posted on his prick with her mouth. The pressure of his captive cum constricted his testicles painfully, the twin blocks of desire slapping rudely against her chin as though to say, "Hurry up!"

Davie began to nibble the petal-soft casing of his blood-engorged cock as though it were a delicacy, a treat. She wanted all of it in her mouth, wanted to make him cum, wanted to taste his hot seed.

Dimly, through his impassioned lust, Randy became aware of vibrations on the beach... coming closer... and closer. Then, his face going pale with horror, he was looking at the solid figure of Peter Knight, who was less than five feet away! Trish was right behind him--sonofabitch, if she didn't do it after all; she brought Davie's old man here, just like she said she would, and he's naked as a jaybird with the biggest goddamned hard-on I've ever seen! Oh man, don't fail me now, Trish! You got here two minutes too soon!

But Randy's fears were needless; Peter Knight looked right past him, as though he didn't exist. He saw only his daughter, say only her beautiful sweat-sheered body, her firm, full breasts, her quivering, upturned buttocks. He stumbled over to her and kneeled beside her, touching her on the shoulder with his big hand. "Davie, Davie..." he called to her in a quavering voice.

The familiar, authoritarian voice cut through the fog of her passion like a knife. She opened her eyes and loosened her oral hold on Randy's cock, turning in the direction of the voice. Oh, God... noooooo! Her daddy was right here, watching her blow Randy Ferris! He was as naked as she was!

The young girl gaped at her father, her face wet with saliva. It was only a dream, an hallucination--that grass was stronger than she realized- -but no, it wasn't; Daddy was right there in the flesh! Her eyes fastened on the huge, erect penis of the man who had sired her. She agonized inwardly, Oh nooo, Daddy! I don't want you to see me like this! Why are you here, Daddy? Why are you naked? Oh God, what's happening?...

Their eyes locked, and in that moment the world seemed to dissolve around father and daughter. A mute message passed between them, a bond of love so powerful that it demanded immediate consummation in the strictest physical sense. It was a deeper love, a greater love than that between a man and a woman, because it also contained the highest essence of spiritual and paternal love, and both Davie and her father realized it in that moment; realized that they belonged to each other in every way.

Peter held his hand out to his daughter and she placed her small hand in his, and he squeezed it as he smiled at her tenderly and whispered, "I want to fuck you, Davie. I want to love you, to give myself to you, the right way. I want to be deep inside you..."

"Oooooohhhhhh, yes, Daddy, yeeeeeesss!" Davie hissed passionately. She crawled over Randy's legs and lay down on her back parallel with the frustrated youth. Then her loving father lay down on top of her, placing his weight on his elbows, and kissed her passionately on the mouth, for the first time as a lover. Their tongues curled around one another's and he stroked her nude softness as she twisted and undulated under him. He caressed her soft, fevered breasts, kneading her unblemished young flesh, her delicate nipples, until she mewled with pleasure into his mouth. Then his hand was moving down, down over her flat stomach, through the wispy pelt of her pubic hair, finally touching the erect, pulsing shaft of her clitoris. Davie whimpered in unrestrained pleasure as her father massaged the tiny, trembling bud between his thumb and forefinger, her loins beginning to grind down into the blanket in wild, uncontrolled counterpoint to her father's lewd fingering.

Now Davie reached down between their bodies and located her daddy's prick, drawing the satiny skin over the bulbous head, running her feverish fingers over every centimeter of him, then cupping his massive bans in her palm and squeezing them against one another very gently. The teenager was completely lost now in the consuming passion generated by the fondling of each other's genitals.

She breathed into her father's mouth, crying, "Daddy, do it to me now! Oh please, Daddy, do it to me now!"

"Yes! Yes, darling. Guide it with your hand, sweetheart. Put it inside you; put it inside your sweet little pussy, where it belongs..."

Davie spread her legs and thighs wide apart as her fingers dug into the moist, sleek surface of her father's penis. And then she was guiding it toward the small, moist opening of her vagina, using the bulbous head to part the soft pubic down and the pouting, fleshy lips of her sweet, tender cunt.

Trish, who was straddling her prostrate brother, was doing the same thing with her hand: guiding her brother's yearning prick deep inside her pussy as she sat on top of him, leaning into his hands with her magnificent breasts. She caught Davie's eye, and gave her a knowing grin. The flushed teenager grinned back at her--woman-to-woman.

Davie gasped aloud at the sudden electrifying contact of her loving daddy's hard organ against her damp, sensitive flesh. Knight flicked his hips lightly forward, not wanting to hurt, wanting only to delight his daughter, and the young girl felt a sharp little pain from the stretching pressure of his huge member at the tight entrance of her almost virginal orifice.