Jean Sifton - The scandalous stewardess

His eyes were fastened on his daughter's naked, twisting form that glistened with sweat in the early afternoon sunlight as she worked slavishly over the bronzed loins of Trish's kid brother. Davie… Davie, my precious little girl, what's happened to you? Why are you taking a man's penis in your sweet little mouth… your beautiful, innocent mouth? Oh God, you're so beautiful, darling, your face, your body, with its baby-soft buttocks, your perfect little breasts swaying there… your delicate little pussy, with its soft, soft hair…

Reflexively, the tormented father took a step forward, blind panic seizing him as the impact of his carnal desire struck him with the force of a wrecking ball. His cock was hard and throbbing wildly in his swim trunks. He was excited… excited by the lewd sight on the beach! His own daughter! Oh God, he was sick, he'd lost control! Noooooooo!

The devil danced in his head, goading him to make love to his own daughter! Yes, his love for Davie was not platonic and paternal – it was carnal… it was the sexual love of a man for a beautiful woman! And Davie was a woman he couldn't kid himself about that any more. She was the woman he wanted more than anyone in the world. He wanted to possess her body, to feel her mouth on his cock, to feel himself inside her tender pussy. He let out an agonized moan of self-reproach. But he couldn't help himself, now. He couldn't! He was past all redemption, past all caring, as torrents of desire swept over him.

Vaguely, for his eyes were fixed on Davie, Peter was aware that he was not alone. The warm body of Trish Byers pressed against his arm. "Looks like she's enjoying it, doesn't it?" she cooed into his ear in her honeyed voice. "I hope you're not too upset…"

"Upset! How could I possibly be upset, watching my only daughter suck the begeezus out of your brother's cock!" He ground the words out at her through a clenched jaw.

"No Peter, you shouldn't let it throw you. After all, Davie's not a little girl any more. It's time she found out what men are an about, don't you think? Unless, of course, you're jealous…"

"Jealous?"

"Yes, honey. Why else would you have a big hard-on?" she said sultrily, reaching down to squeeze his granite-like prick and his bloated balls. "You want your darling little daughter ax for yourself, don't you?" she droned on. "But that's so selfish. That wouldn't be fair to Davie, would it?"

She was playing with his cloth-encased genitals. He didn't move. His brain was reeling as he watched with perverse fascination the lurid scene between his sensual daughter and the blonde vamp's brother. Trish droned on again as she slipped her slender fingers down inside the elastic cloth and came in contact with his bare cock. She used her thumb to spread the syrupy seminal ooze an around the helmeted head, and under the ridge, where she knew he would be most sensitive. "I know how much you want to be lying on that blanket right now, with Davie's soft mouth around your big, hard prick… sucking and sucking and sucking. I know how much you love to be sucked, Peter. Remember how I sucked you off last night, after you fucked my ass so hard? You'd like to fuck that sweet ass of your daughter's, too… wouldn't you? Wouldn't you just love to shove that great big hot prick of yours in her tight little asshole? Of course… you're only human, baby. I understand that. Yes, you'd like to fuck your darling little girl in the ass, almost as much as you'd like to fuck her juicy little pussy. Oh, yes, you're dying to fuck her hot, precious cunt, aren't you. Look at the way she's got it stuck up in the air, just crying for her daddy's hard cock…"

A low, tortured, guttural sound purled from the lust-crazed man, signaling to Trish that her mission was as good as accomplished. She slipped deftly out of her bikini and pressed her naked breasts against his bare arm, rubbing the nipples over his hairy, muscular flesh. Then she began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hot, moist lips as she hooked her thumbs inside his trunks and worked them down his hips until they dropped on the sandy ground. Then she took his hard prick in both her hands and rubbed it lightly up and down, pressing her body into his back and his solid flanks, rubbing her pussy up against has ass. Then she began to nudge him forward, toward the blanket where his beloved Davie sucked voraciously on Randy's cock, saying: "Go on, Peter… go fuck your beautiful daughter… you know you want to, you know you want her. Everybody wants to fuck darling little Davie…"

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…?