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When Davie didn't appear in the dining room at lunch time, Peter Knight was seized with a strange feeling of apprehension, although he told himself it was probably unwarranted. The sexy blonde stewardess was also conspicuously absent, however, and a casual inquiry to Benny, his maitre d', informed him that Miss Byers had requested a picnic lunch for two. He decided to go in search of Davie. He just didn't feel right about his guileless daughter spending too much time with the older "Friend," who was not to be trusted, in his opinion.
He walked down to the beach and shielded his eyes against the invading rays of light, looking to infinity in hotly directions. No sign of Davie or the sensual blonde. He went to the woman's bungalow and knocked politely. No answer. He tried the door, found it unlocked and went in. The room had been made up and was noticeably void of occupants. He left the bungalow and walked to the house. Again, no one. For some reason, his concern was mounting. He tried to tell himself that he was being an over protective old fuddy duddy, but the tension in his stomach grew. Finally he climbed in the Porsche and headed along one of the narrow dirt roads that paralleled the ribbon of white beach. He stopped periodically, idling the Porsche and walking through the low foliage on the dunes to scan the shimmering sand. Where the hell was Davie?
He was just about to climb hack into the Porsche and head back in the other direction when he caught sight of some movement in the bushes about 500 feet away. A female stood up--God! It was Trish Byers, naked as September Morn!
Instinctively, he squatted down and tried to hide himself until she had resumed her supine position on the beach. She hadn't seen him. Christ!--that broad. He was certain Davie must he with her... lying under the sun with that scheming sexpot. Was she naked as well? He broke out in a sweat, remembering Davie's candid admission of the night before: "Slumber parties. I didn't want to go when I found out what was going on- -what was expected of me. But they gave me a really hard time. Called me names and made fun of me. So I... I finally had to go along..."
No! Not my Davie! Not my precious little girl!
He turned off the ignition and left the Porsche in the middle of the road. Then he walked stealthily to the cluster of foliage behind the spot where Trish Byers had gone to the bathroom. It was a shallow depression in the verdant dune. A dark, wet island in the alabaster sand and a crumpled wet tissue provided confirmation. He avoided those and crept silently to the elevated ledge of the dune.
What he saw blew his mind completely and made his eyes pop and his jaw drop and his cock swell to hardness inside his crisp, tailored slacks! Davie was there, all right! His beautiful daughter was lying on her back on a bright striped beach towel and was totally naked! Her long, slim legs were spread apart and her arms were outstretched and her eyes were closed. Her incredibly beautiful young breasts stood upright from her chest, the rosy little nipples like delicate raspberries. He drank in the beauty of his daughter's flat abdomen and smooth, supple young thighs, marveling at the perfection of her body.
Next to her knelt the stewardess, her woman's body another marvel of enticing feminine pulchritude. Goddamn! She was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, he had to admit. Big jugs, perfect mounds of edible flesh whose nipples were large and hard as pencil erasers. Her hips were high and angular, flaring just below her slim waist, and the dark blonde pubic hair at the base of her smoothly rounded stomach glistened with reflected light from the sun as it was trapped in the dewy drops of perspiration that clung to the furry growth.
There was a salacious smile on the blonde's sophisticated face as she poured a dark oil into her hand and leaned over Davie. No! She wasn't going to put it on h s daughter's tender, naked body!
Oh, yes she was! And she did--beginning with the child's lovely young throat and working her way across Davie's shapely shoulders and down her arms. There was something too goddamned seductive about the way she was doing it--much too seductive. He wanted to shout at her, to get up and show himself and tell her to get lost. But he couldn't. His eyes were riveted to the scene that was enfolding below him. And his cock was rock hard; confronting them now was out of the question.
He noticed an empty wine bottle next to a large straw hat. Damn the bitch--she's gotten Davie high! He knew all too well how fast wine goes to the head on a hot afternoon!
Davie stretched her body languorously, a controlled reaction to he disturbing sensations of pleasure that were coursing through her body. Despite a feeling that she was getting into something she shouldn't allow to happen, she couldn't help becoming excited by her older friend's tender application of warm oil on her body. She felt a little dizzy from the wine, and from the relentless sun. But it was so wonderful to lie here and feel those gentle, knowledgeable hands on her flesh. Trish was a wonderful friend, and so understanding... Talking to her was like talking to a therapist; she made no judgments, raised no eyebrows... not even when Davie confessed what had happened at those slumber parties. Every kind of lovemaking is beautiful, Trish had said, though there's nothing like a man. But pleasure is pleasure, and why (deny your body any of the wonderful experiences that are possible between two people... ?
Lying under the island sun, so far away from the dreary and depressing life in New York City, Davie had to concede that what Trish said was probably right.
The lustful blonde's blue eyes widened as she placed her oil-laden palm on Davie's blossoming breasts and began to caress the tender flesh in slow, thoughtful circles. Her lips curled into a self-satisfied smile as the young nipples swelled to hardness under her ministrations. She used both her hands to massage the firm mounds of sensitive flesh, feeling her own cunt secreting the liquid of her desire in increasing flow. Trish was almost trembling from pent-up arousal as she continued stroking and massaging Davie's breasts gently, slowly... ever so gently and ever so slowly. She had promised herself that she would not touch the teenager-- today--but Davie's accounting of her lesbian "slumber parties" was more than she could have hoped for. This kid has had her cunt eaten before, and she's licked a few pussies herself. But she's never been sucked by a pro like Trish Byers! she said to herself. This is going to be easier than I thought... God, oh God, this is going to be the sweetest little cunt I've ever had!
The voluptuous blonde eased her fingers off Davie's upthrust breasts and poured more oil into her hands. Then she resumed her caresses, allowing her hands to slide down and across the smooth, flat belly and over the sloping hips and down the sides of the excited girl's thighs and calves, pressing her fingers between each of Davie's toes and massaging her instep and arches.
Shit! Peter Knight swore silently, the hitch really knows her stuff. She's going to turn Davie on for sure! He agonized over the lascivious sight, wanting to interrupt and spare his lovely daughter the shameful experience of being seduced by the sex-mad stewardess. But Davie would die of embarrassment if she knew her loving father was spying on the two of them. That would really give her cause for shame! She just might decide she couldn't or didn't want to face him ever again, and he would swallow sand before he took that risk. It was horrifying, but he had no choice other than to lie low and pray to God he could get out of there without being discovered. But as for the blonde pervert--he'd fix her ass, all right!
Trish's hands were moving slowly up the dark-haired teenager's bare legs now and Davie's flesh shone with the generous coating of sun tan oil the stewie had applied.
"Doesn't it feel great, Davie?" she whispered to he naked teen. Her voice was ragged with sexual excitement.
"Yes... oh, yessss," Davie answered quietly. She squirmed on the towel a bit, so that her thighs were even further apart. I know a man's hands would feel better, but, whatdya gonna do?" she said with feigned lightness. "There ain't nobody here but us chicks!"
Davie managed a weak smile.
The clever batch! Knight said to himself. She's not only out to seduce Davie, she wants to turn her onto men, too! I'll cut her tits off! Despite his anger and revulsion, he was becoming increasingly turned on himself, and it was all he could do to keep his own hand away from his aching cock. He couldn't understand it--ever since Davie had arrived he had found himself giving in to the animal in him, a lusting beast he had had, of necessity, to keep in a cage. Now the beast was roaring from its cave, and louder all the time. That Trish has got to be the hottest fuck around, he was thinking as she bent over his daughter and let her skillful hands roam wantonly on the young girl's flesh. I'll cut her tits off... but maybe I'll get a taste of them first!
The blonde was poised over Knight's daughter now, her face dangerously close to the sixteen year old's; her puffy, globular breasts only inches from the upthrust schoolgirl's. Wordlessly, she reached for Davie's hand and placed it on one of her fleshy, hanging mounds. Davie's eyes flew open momentarily and she found herself looking up into the smiling lips of the stewardess. "Don't worry, honey," the blonde vamp reassured her, "There's nothing wrong with it. I just want to make you feel good. That's what friends are for..."
She was unable to control herself any longer, so great was her desire for the tender pussy of her young initiate. Her own cunt was soaked with the juices of her lust. This was the moment she had so patiently waited for!
She leaned further towards tile young girl and touched her lips to Davie's half-open mouth, letting her pointed pink tongue flick across the warm softness. Davie moaned softly, knowing she shouldn't accept the other woman's mouth, but she was too filled with needs of her own to protest. The sun, the wine, the sexy photographs of the guy who looked like Randy and the frank conversation with Trish had all conspired to release her inhibitions and set her longing for experiences she had long had secret fantasies about. At that moment, she just wanted to cum... to feel that feeling like no other sensation in the world. And the perverted aspect of he association with a woman who was eleven years older than she stoked the fires of her confused desire. She didn't care whether it was wrong or not; she just wanted to keep feeling the wonderful sensations that surged throughout her body.
Her arm came up, encircling Trish's neck. Peter Knight nearly fainted. The blonde's tongue began to work insanely inside Davie's mouth as she let her hand slide down the aroused girl's body until it came to rest on the down pubic mound. She entwined her lacquered fingertips in the soft, dark hair and began to tickle the flesh beneath it. Davie's thighs parted further, giving the blonde seductress tacit permission to continue her manual exploration. Which she did.
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