Nick Eastwood - Balling Hot Daughter

Chrissy O'Brien might have been considered the luckiest teenager in the world that summer after her birthday. She definitely would have been the envy of millions of other young women if they'd heard about her life. Chrissy was petite, blonde and beautiful, and she was spending the summer on a tropical island.

Not only that, but her father was rich. Bennett O'Brien, as he preferred to be called, was the producer of a very popular TV series, and he made enough money to give his daughter just about anything she wanted. This summer he was taking her along on location for the show, to a remote private island in the South Pacific.

It was going to be a nice change for Chrissy, who spent the school year in boarding school. Her mother had died when she was little, and Ben was just too busy to take care of her fulltime. But she always looked forward to summer vacation when she could live with her dad, and this summer looked like it could be the most exciting time of all.

So why was Chrissy miserable?

"Daddy," she wailed one morning as they were finishing breakfast, "you didn't tell me I'd be the only kid on the whole island."

"I'm sorry, babe, I didn't even think about that," Ben answered. "1 just thought you'd get a kick out of being here and us being together."

"Of course, Daddy," Chrissy sighed, "you know I love being with you.

But you're busy on the set all day, and I don't have anybody to hang out with. It's really a drag."

Ben glanced at his watch and exclaimed, "speaking of the set, I'm almost late~ I better get going." He stopped to give Chrissy a peck on the cheek and said, "I'll talk to some of the cast and crew and see if their kids can fly out for a week or so. How's that?" "Thanks, Daddy,"

Chrissy smiled.

She didn't really think he'd come up with anything. In fact she'd be surprised if he remembered his promise by the time he got to the set.

Ben was a well-meaning father, but he was just too damned busy. His career came first, and even though "he loved his daughter very much, he didn't have much time for her. Chrissy accepted all this with a sigh and went to clean up the breakfast dishes.

All of the cast and crew were living in trailers, and Chrissy shared one with her father. As she washed dishes, she fantasized about being

Ben's wife,a daydream she often had. She'd spend her day making the trailer pleasant to live in, and then when Ben got home from work they'd make love. The idea really got her aroused. Not that she had much idea what love-making was all about.

She knew there was hugging and kissing and taking off clothes, but she wasn't too suTe about the rest. Her sex education had been skimpy, and her life at various boarding schools had been very sheltered. She'd heard some of the older girls whispering and giggling and had tried to snoop on their conversations but all she'd learned so far was that boys are built differently from girls. Big deal. Anyhow, she was sure that no boy her own age could ever turn her on like daddy did. Ben was an outrageously handsome six-footer,with dark brown hair and warm brown eyes, the kind of guy women throw themselves at. Chrissy thought her father was the sexiest man in the world, and she couldn't imagine being attracted to anyone else that strongly. She just wished daddy was with her right now.

But he'd be on the set all day, maybe twelve hours or more, and she'd better find some way to amuse herself. She put on her bathing suit, a tiny red bikini that showed off her developing curves, grabbed a big beach towel, and went out to catch some sun. Even if she died of boredom before the summer was over, Chrissy figured, she'd have a fantastic tan when they buried her.

Between the trailer and the beach there was a small forest of tropical plants.

Chrissy was just entering the area when she heard voices. Two people were whispering urgently at each other, like they were trying to find each other in the dense vegetation. Chrissy stood still and listened.

"Mark?" came a girl's voice. "Are you there?"

"Tara, over here," came a male voice in reply.

"Over where?" Tara called. "I can't see a thing."

"Just stand still and keep talking," Mark called back. "1'11 fmd you."

Chrissy recognized the names and voices. Mark and Tara were young actors in the series, playing important but minor parts. They weren't needed on the set today, and it sounded as if they were trying to find each other for some fun. That might be very interesting to watch.

Chrissy dropped down in the bushes and waited to see what would happen.

There was a lot of crashing and thrashing as Mark fought his way to

Tara.

"Oh, there you are," he laughed. "Hold my hand and I'll lead you to a clearing."

"You mean there's actually a clearing in this jungle?" Tara moaned.

"Hey, don't knock it," Mark chuckled. "We can't exactly make out on the beach."

Make out? Chrissy's interest picked up fast. She followed the noises and tracked Mark and Tara to a small clearing. Because of the dense undergrowth she was able to get to within twenty feet of them and not be seen. She settled down on her beach towel to watch them. She hoped they were going to do something really outrageous.

They started out by kissing, and it wasn't just pecks on the lips.

Chrissy watched wideeyed as the young actors kissed hotly, darting their tongues into each other's mouth. It was the first time she'd heard about tonguekissing, and the idea turned her on like crazy. She decided it was the first thing she was going to try, if daddy ever allowed her to date.

"Mmmmmm," Tara sighed as she came up for air, "that was nice. Let's do it again."

She was a slim leggy redhead in her midtwenties, and Mark was a handsome sandyhaired guy of about the same age. Chrissy admired them both and always enjoyed watching them on the show. But on the show they played sister and brother, so she'd never seen them kiss and make out.

This was definitely better than anything she'd seen on TV.

She could feel her virgin pussy getting all hot and moist as she watched Mark and Tara exchanging wet hungry kisses. That happened to her a lot lately, especially when she had those daydreams about being daddy's wife. Sometimes her pussy got so hot and achy that she had to play with herself. After years in all-girl boarding schools, she'd become an expert at masturbating. All the girls did it, and she was no exception.

And now here was that feeling again. Her slit began to puff and swell, and hot sticky juice leaked from her tiny cunt mouth. She felt like squirming, writhing, or rubbing herself down there. If she'd been alone, she would have, too. She'd have rubbed her clit till she came like crazy. But she couldn't do that now. She might lose control of herself and squeal with pleasure, and then Tara and Mark would catch her spying on them.

No, she couldn't get caught. It would be terribly embarrassing for her and for daddy. She stayed still as a mouse, even though some of the things she saw made her want to squeal with excitement. Now Mark was untying Tara's halter and removing it, exposing her pretty little high riding tits. He cup~ her bare breasts and began to squeeze them, and

Tara lolled back against a tree trunk, her eyes glassy with lust.

"Mmmmmm, nice," she sighed, "but I bet you'd rather be doing that to

Marlene." She was referring to the star of the show, Marlene Vickers, who had world-famous big tits.

"Wrong," Mark grinned, "1 don't like jugs like watermefons. Yours are just right."

Chrissy was glad to hear that, because her own developing tits weren't much bigger than Tara's. She tried to imagine a boy's hands massaging and molding her naked tits, and she shivered with longing. If only daddy weren't so strict! But he insisted that she couldn't date till she was eighteen. Kids were growing up too fast these days, he said, but his daughter was going to be an exception. However Chrissy didn't think she could wait another two years to find out about boys and sex.