Chapter 16
Cathy wished she hadn't seen her father and Olive together. But she had become worried and gone looking for Olive and that's when she had seen the two of them whispering on the boat deck. She had seen the intimate squeeze her father had given Olive and it had caused her stomach to fall as though she had been inside a plunging elevator that suddenly comes to a stop.
Quickly she had run back to the adobe to wait for Olive, her mind seething with erotic thoughts. She didn't have to have a picture drawn for her to know what her father and Olive had been doing.
And when Olive got back to the adobe, the full truth was plainly evident. Olive glowed from within. Her face was radiant. She had been loved, Cathy could see, and loved well. A strong twinge of jealousy took away her voice momentarily, choking her off. It was all she could do to keep herself from hitting Olive, pulling her hair, tearing her eyes out.
Instead, Cathy glared at her friend, her eyes blazing.
"What's the matter with you?" Olive asked, her throat tight, fearing the answer.
"You know damn well what the matter is."
"No-no I don't."
"You stay away from my father! Hear? If you don't I-I'll tell my mom and your parents!"
Olive flushed with shame. "How-how did you know?" she faltered.
"I saw you, that's how." Cathy wasn't going to tell Olive that she had not seen everything. Best to let her think so, though. She stood there in the adobe, her legs, wide apart, her arms akimbo.
"Good lord. Well, it was just something that happened, that's all," offered Olive.
"Yeah? It better not happen anymore. You hear?"
"But-but...." Olive began, then burst into tears. She sobbed out the whole thing, then. She even told Cathy how she was supposed to meet her father again that night on the Sea Stud. Cathy put her arms around her friend and consoled her, but her mind was racing with a scheme of her own.
"Just promise me, Olive, that you'll never see my father-that way-again. Will you?"
Olive nodded, wiping her tears away.
"And-don't meet him tonight!" Cathy was firm in this command.
"I-I won't," sobbed Olive, her shoulders shaking with emotion.
"Then let's not talk about it anymore. We won't be on this island forever and maybe we can all forget some of this."
As strong as Olive was, she was ashamed that Cathy knew about her affair with her father. She feared what her own father would do if he knew. Cathy held the power in her hands and Olive knew it. She was meek as a lamb under the pressure of Cathy's threats and she decided not to keep her appointment with Pete Lonsdale that evening. It would be a disappointment that she could bear much more easily than exposure of her actions that day.
She was asleep that night, tired from a day of emotional peaks and valleys, when Cathy stole from the adobe and made her way through the heavy rains to the Sea Stud. Her whole body trembled with thought of what she planned to do. Her stomach seemed filled with a squiggly gelatin that wouldn't stay motionless. The hard sounds of the storm helped as she climbed onto the deck and tried to keep herself from running headlong back to the adobe and putting the thoughts she had in her head away forever. But she didn't run back. She stayed, slipping downstairs in the dark and finding the rumpled bunk where her father and Olive had made love that morning.
The cabin reeked with the musk of their love-making. The aroma brought a stab of remembered pleasure to her loins and she quelled her desire to run before it was too late. What was she doing? she asked herself. Could this be her, waiting for her father to come to her? Her own boldness surprised her until she began to think of Olive. Olive had done it with her father and there was no reason why she shouldn't. She knew her parents were different from other parents, thought differently and acted differently. She had heard them talking several times. About their affairs, their escapades at the club in Riverside.
Perhaps, she told herself, she inherited her desire for sex from her parents. Of course, that had to be it, else why would she be here, waiting for her own father to come and make love to her? Cathy felt a constriction inside her pussy as the thought of her father laying her filled her young mind. She put her hands on her breasts and felt their firmness. In the dark, she told herself, she could get by with it. She would undress and lie on the bunk, waiting for her father to come down the ladder, undress and put his naked body on top of hers.
The storm seemed to abate, catch its breath. In the silence, Cathy sighed and began to undress, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. It was so quiet for several moments she almost put her clothes back on and left. She could hear her heart pounding and her breath came in huge gulps. Before she changed her mind, though, the wind rose up again and the rains drove against the hull of the Sea Stud with renewed energy. The return of the storm seemed to calm Cathy again, and she finished removing her bra and panties and stood in dark nakedness by the bunk.
Could this really be herself? She was torn between hope and fear. She wanted it to happen. She wanted her father to come to her and take her. But she didn't want anyone else to know. She hoped that it could be her secret-hers and her father's. She rationalized that this would be possible. After all, he wouldn't want anyone else to know.
Would he? When he found out it was she, his own daughter, waiting for him, would he be angry? She hoped not. She hoped he wouldn't find out that it was she, not Olive, who was lying in the bunk awaiting his love. She vowed not to let him know until the last possible moment. She would keep still even when he undressed and slid into the bunk with her.
She did not have long to wait. Her heart leaped up into her throat as she heard the noise outside on the hull, then felt the yaw of the Sea Stud as someone came aboard. She heard the footsteps sloshing across the wet decks and the heavy breathing of a big man. Her naked body seemed to be suspended in space as she waited for him to open the hatch. She heard him pause at the door, then open it slowly. Fear filled her as she saw his dark silhouette begin to descend.
"Olive?" he croaked, waiting at the second step.
"Yes," she whispered, surprised at her boldness, surprised that she could find her voice at that time of fear and trembling.
"God," he said. "I'm glad you're here."
Cathy was silent and it seemed to her that her breathing could be heard for miles around. She was certain that it filled the below decks cabin of the Sea Stud. Her heart raced even faster and seemed to be protesting its prison in her breast, throbbing against it with a force she couldn't control.
Pete descended the cabin's ladder and stood in darkness. He could just make out the form of the naked girl on the bed. He took a deep breath. He was glad that she was there, waiting for him; it renewed his faith in his manhood. He quelled an impulse to go to her now as she lay there in the shadows, her sex ready to take him in, her mouth moist and yielding, her legs supple and eager to respond to his weight. Instead, he stopped where he was and began removing his clothes.
"I had a hell of a time getting away," he said. "Bunny was suspicious. But I told her I was going to see how things looked around the island and she bought it. They're all getting stoned anyway. They've got their own diversions, I guess." He finished with a laugh.
Cathy was glad that he kept talking. At the mention of her mother's name she almost cried out, almost leaped up from the cot and ran up the ladder and out into the rain-swept night. But she didn't. She lay there, hoping he wouldn't know it was not Olive, hoping he wouldn't know until he had spread her legs and put that big hot cock of his inside her hoping pussy. The rustle of his clothing being removed from his body made the butterflies soar in flight inside her tummy. The sounds of his breathing made her heart thump fear warnings in her chest.
But it was going to be all right, she told herself. He would not do anything to her if she showed him her love for him. If she showed him that she was as good at it as anyone else he would have to like what she was doing. He would have to love her for it. He just would.
Pete threw down the last of his clothes and glided naked to the bunk. He couldn't see the girl's face as she lay there, only her legs, touchable shadows that lay atop the bunk. He felt them and his manhood began its ascent.
"I'm glad you're here, Olive," he said.
"Ummmm," Cathy said, her heart caught in her throat.
"Do you want me as much as before?" he asked, slipping onto the bunk with her.
"Unh, huh," Cathy murmured, wishing he wouldn't talk anymore.
The touch of his body made her realize the full import of what she was doing. The bristly hairs of his legs touching hers were almost searing in their forbidden intensity. He lay on the outer edge of the bunk, forcing her deeper underneath and into the shadows. She was glad. If she kept him busy, she thought to herself, he would not discover the deception until it was too late, until he had violated her eager portals with his swollen cock. She gladly shrank against the bulkhead and let him come to her, his mouth open, his tongue ready.
He kissed her and lit the fires in her loins.
It felt as though his tongue had touched the deepest part of her vagina, striking flame from a hard cold flint. She nearly passed out from the sensation. Her head lightened and she became giddy, as though it had filled with helium and feathers.
As he pressed his body against her breasts, the giddiness increased. She could feel his manhood stiffening between her legs, readying itself for the vital entrance. His cock leaked pre-coital fluid and left tracks on her thighs like hot morning dew. With a boldness that startled her, she reached down and took her father's organ in her hand wanting to feel its growth, to know its pleasurable size from her own kneading.
Still Pete kissed, not suspecting it was his own daughter beside him as a lover. He thought only of Olive and his mind remained clouded with her as he felt the touch of his daughter's hand on his penis. He kept his eyes closed, thinking of Olive, and delighted to the gentle kneading of Cathy's fingers, causing him to grow.
She began pulling on his organ, even though it had almost reached full size. She jerked on it gently as though trying to pull it inside her vagina. Her palm became smeared with the salty pre-coital juices and such a tenderness welled up inside her that she wanted to shriek to her father that it was she, Cathy, who had made him like this, who had brought his limp senseless pecker to life and was about To let it plunge into her young cunt. But she knew that it would be too soon, that her father would quickly lose his enthusiasm. No, she must wait. She must wait until the right moment, when he was happiest, just before orgasm, and then she could tell him. She would whisper it into his ear and then hold him inside her until he spilled his seed....
Pete's hand found Cathy's breast and he began to massage it as he kissed her. His touch brought surges of white hot electricity to Cathy's loins. She could feel her vagina contract and her stomach plunge like a berserk elevator only to soar again, full of fluttering butterflies.
As though he could sense the change in her, Pete dropped his hand to Cathy's nest. He put it between her legs, up against her tangled nest. His hand could feel the warmth of her vagina. Gently he pushed her legs apart so that his hand had more room to move. His hand opened and a finger extended itself, found her pussy lips and parted them. His finger moved up and down the slit, bringing the moisture inside the vulva seeping forward, lubricating the outer labia.
Cathy's loins seemed to have a mind of their own. When her father touched her vagina she felt her body begin to move in coital anticipation. She wanted him inside her, wanted all of that big hard cock of his inside the place where his hand and finger were. He was still smothering her with his kisses, but his finger was sliding up and down the labia like a spider spinning a web.
She found herself becoming hot as though she had been injected with vitamins. Her whole body seemed to catch fire. Her vagina opened like a tropical flower to the nudging of his finger. After stroking her lips for while, Pete probed inside and found the tiny nub of her clitoris. Cathy's body jerked as though he had put a gun inside her and pulled the trigger. The electric response was so great that she almost cried out.
She bit her lips until the blood came to stifle the ecstasy that she wanted to exclaim. She knew that he would instantly recognize her, though, so she resolved to guard against such an accidental disclosure. As his finger pushed on her clitoris she began to grind her hips in response.
"You like that, eh?" he whispered.
"Umm," she murmured, kissing him before he could say more. Her hand was busy pulling on his hard cock.
"Do you want me now?" he asked, breaking the kiss again. He knew that he could not stand much more of her taffy pulling on his organ.
"Um huh," she said, kissing him again, this time more passionately.
"Man, you must really be hot tonight," he said. "You haven't said two words."
"Unh, unh," she unh unh'd.
Pete laughed.
And then he was on top of her, spreading her legs with his knees, his cock poised to plunge just above her steaming nest.
"I wish I could see your face when I give you this," he said.
Cathy was silent, her heart pounding like nearby thunder. He mustn't discover who she was, not now, not yet. She lay there, waiting for him to put his hot cock inside her pussy, hoping for it, praying for it. Oh, please, she said to herself, let it happen. Let it happen before he finds out. I would die if he didn't do it to me now. I would just die.
It seemed like an eternity before Pete lowered his cock to her pussy lips and the head of it touched the tender membrane. He slid the flared head of it up and down her slick slit and she pushed upward with her pussy to try and ensnare the mushroom head of it, to draw it inside and to hold it there in the steaming passage where her passion awaited his stroking. But he teased her for some moments more.
The storm kept up its rain-spattering drive and enclosed the two with primitive sound. Cathy was glad for it, because she was sure her heavy breathing would give her away. She was happy for darkness, happy for the storm and happy that her father was posed above her, about to sink his swollen shaft into her pulsing vagina. She had her ass up over the bunk, pushing upward to receive him, hoping that he would let her have it before she screamed out to him that she couldn't stand it any longer.
It finally came.
Pete lowered himself and his cock slid in, found her tight little hole and poked through. It was easier than she expected. Once his organ filled her, touched the clit, then she knew what heaven was like. She came, all of a sudden, like a flash flood, delirious with happiness. She came, and tears streamed down her cheeks like tiny mountain rivers suddenly released in the spring thaw.
She came, and pulled her father to her; letting him bury his manhood in her aching loins.