Chapter 5
Everything looked brighter to Max the next morning. After a good sex session with Helen, a night spent under the stars and a couple of decent meals, he thought he could tackle anything. Anyhow, he hoped so. When he heard the news from her that the kids were on to their swinging parties, his first reaction had been to laugh. "Little devils," he said half admiringly. After all, they were growing up. The time for any sex education was now, before they grew any older.
But he agreed with Helen that Sally had to be talked to, and somehow be convinced that was what was perfectly okay for her parents was not at all okay for her and her teenage friends.
"Let's go for that walk today, honey," he said, turning to Sally and ruffling her hair playfully.
"Ohhh yesss!" She sighed and rolled her eyes at him. Grownups were sure hard to understand. She just knew her Daddy sympathized with her problem, hadn't he helped her the other night, getting rid of her funny feelings with his tongue and hands? Now they could continue as they started! She rubbed up against him as they headed down the beach.
It was a sparkling day, the waters of the Sea of Cortez a vivid blue, the shrimp boats sharply outlined against the protecting headland of the bay. Sally skipped along the beach collecting shells, while her father tried to formulate the words he would use. It wasn't going to be as easy as he thought, but there was no need to rush into it. Once the proper mood was established between them, perhaps Sally would ask questions and give him a lead on her thoughts.
"Let's rest here a minute," he said when they'd reached the sheltering dunes where he'd jerked off the day before.
"Okay. Daddy, I have to pee." She looked around doubtfully, not wanting to go over the hill into the rough underbrush.
"Go ahead," he said indulgently. "More privacy here than in the camp." The campground had one dirty, smelly two-holer, open to the sky, but they all preferred to find a quiet place outdoors.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he said.
"Too hot for this," she said, pulling her sweat shirt over her head. Underneath she wore a bikini swim suit, two little scraps of red cloth.
Max's cock began to stir. He'd never been able to understand why public beaches weren't scenes of mass rape, since the emergence of the bikini. Practically nothing covered, and the girls deliberately flaunting their sleek, near-naked bodies. He felt sorry for the boys and young men who had to watch, yet weren't supposed to touch. He sighed, thinking of his own Sally with the tops of her small boobs pushing out of the bra, her belly button flagrantly exposed, the rounds of her ass slashed only by a narrow piece of material.
She looked around once more, then tugged the bikini bottom down her slim tanned legs. Shit, she wasn't more than six feet away from him! He didn't want to look at her, but how could he help it? She was squatting, exposing her pooched-out pussy, as unconcerned as in the privacy of the bathroom at home. Fascinated, he waited for the gush of urine.
"... don't you think so, Daddy? Daddy! You're not listening!" She wriggled her hips as if to shake out the pee which refused to come.
"Ummm, what, Sally? What'd you say?" He turned half away to hide the bump in the front of his swim trunks.
"I just asked you if you and Mom were going to go on swinging and if you didn't think it was-Oh! There!" she exclaimed with satisfaction. A thin yellow stream shot from her pussy and puddled on the dusty ground. "Don't you have to go, too, Daddy? You look as if you do."
"Oh! Yeah, I guess I do." At least it gave him an excuse to turn away. He went to the far end of the sheltered spot and faced the dune. There was no way in the world he could piss, but maybe he could kill his erection somehow. Think about his job, about the left rear tire which looked soft-about anything, in fact, except her desirable little body.
"Oh, Daddy, it's so big!" He jumped, she was right at his elbow, her eyes wide. He crammed his cock back in, or tried to, but it wasn't working.
"Put your pants back on, Sally," he ordered gruffly, seeing her in nothing but the skimpy red top.
She ignored his words, her eyes growing still wider until he thought they'd pop out of her head. Helpless, he looked from her mesmerized face to his own rigid cock which seemed to swell until it filled his vision as well as hers. It stuck up in the air and out, like a bloated telephone pole, the blue veins as vivid as the waters of the gulf, the red-purple glans oozing cream. How could he expect her to ignore it, when he couldn't?
Her rosy lips drooped open, her tongue shot out to lick them. Max just didn't know what to do! He remembered her chubby hand reaching out to touch it when she was three. But she wasn't three any more. He began to realize fully what he hadn't wanted to admit before. Physically she was a grown woman, or as close as made no difference. Twelve-year-old boys-she was almost thirteen!-had sexual fantasies, if he remembered rightly, and he knew he did. And so did girls, evidently.
A memory flashed in his mind, something he hadn't thought of in years. There was a girl in his neighborhood, when he was a boy, who "did it." All the older boys said so. Now, in maturity, he realized there was a girl in every neighborhood who "did it" and initiated the boys. And he, Max, had been . .. what? Thirteen at the most, but with a head full of wild misinformation that came from grubby books passed from hand to hand, and the bragging lies of his contemporaries. He remembered finding the girl alone one evening, and how she listened to him and laughed. "Think you're pretty big, huh, kid?" She wouldn't let him fuck her, she got almost hysterical at the thought. He burned with resentment because she called him a baby, but she took pity on him finally, and sucked him off. He'd been terrified, seeing his precious little hard-on disappear into the lip-sticked loose mouth, but the hot thrills soon overcame the fear.
Yeah, twelve, almost thirteen, wasn't really that young. He came back to himself with a start. He could see her reaching for his enormous cock, and he turned quickly away. But there was no place to go, unless he plunged into the water, which was really too cold for swimming. He went down on his knees in the soft sand and tried again to stuff the huge erection into his swim trunks.
"Don't hide any more, Daddy!" Her little voice was plaintive. "Golly, I only want to see it!"
He felt a deep sympathy for her, remembering his own boyhood. Poor kid, she was homy as hell. When she got on her knees beside him, he could even see her shiny, rosy clit peeping out from her fuzzy snatch. The inside of her legs was stained with the warmth of her juices. The pungent delicious flavor seemed to linger on his tongue.
He wondered desperately if he should go down on her again. At least one of them would be put out of their misery. Oh, if she were any other little girl in the world! How he'd reach for her, throw her down on the warm sand, stick his big dong up where it belonged! Really, he was afraid to touch her because he might lose control.
While he agonized, Sally acted, or tried to. She threw one leg over his body, pushing him backwards.
"SALLY! QUIT IT!" he yelled.
"Oh, please, Daddy, please!" The frantic little girl begged him. She squatted right down over him, clumsily trying to push her creaming cunt down on his dick. The bulbous throbbing head shoved against her labia, barely separating the fat hps, lodging half an inch inside.
He wanted to laugh in a way, knowing the enormous organ couldn't possible fit in her tiny wet cunt mouth. Poor kid, she was doomed to frustration any way you looked at it. At the same time he wanted to grab her hips and shove, push the thick cudgel up inside. But he couldn't let her get away with this!
He grabbed her and lifted her off, saying, "Now, Sally, baby, please!"
"I just wanted to know how it felt," she moaned, "and it felt good! Why are you so mean to me, Daddy?"
She was on the verge of tears, and he cuddled her in his arms. "Sweets, you're just a little girl still, no way you could get my cock in you! Besides, you're my daughter! A girl can't do it with her father."
"I don't see why not," she sobbed in frustration. "Okay, okay, Dad, if you say so. But at least let me look at it. I won't try fucking again, I promise."
He couldn't say no at that point. He looked around making sure they were still alone. Shit, how could he ever explain this to Helen? She might possibly, in time, forgive him for the scene in the camper. He'd been drunk, he wasn't accountable. But this, never! Still he lay back and let Sally's hands creep over his aching penis. He groaned, thinking she didn't know how much she was asking of him.
Having gotten her way at least partially, Sally knelt next to him and stared with wet lips. She knew exactly what she was going to do next, and she didn't anticipate any problems with him. After all, hadn't he let her try the other night? She'd blamed herself ever since for falling asleep at the most exciting moment of her life.
Max closed his eyes against the sun. When he felt her hot wet tongue on his aching dick, he was as she'd expected, too worn out to argue any more. Besides, he thought indulgently, her mouth is as small as her pussy.
The sun flooded his body with warmth. He wondered idly what had become of his trunks, somewhere along the line he'd lost them. He let himself sink into the sheer physical comfort of the sunshine, the soft sand, the gently hypnotic tongue. She was licking it experimentally, from its base where the damp hairs caught in her teeth to the oozing thick head. He was drowsily satisfied to lie there and let her have her way.
Sally sprawled out in the sand next to him, leaning up on one elbow. She took a minute to untie her bikini top with a free hand, and, moved by a wicked impulse, rubbed her tits back and forth across the hot meat. It gave her such a funny tingle, a sharp sting of pleasure that made her little tits stand up perkily. She wrapped her hands around the fat organ, hardly able to make her fingers meet. Her tongue daintily probed at the tip, pushing the pinhole, scooping up the delicious semen which oozed from it.
Her father stirred, his hips moving back and forth, but he looked like he was falling asleep. She thought she'd lulled him into a more placid mood, and she went down on the pulsing hot cockhead, her pretty little mouth stretching.
"Sally! What-?" No use to ask what she was doing, he knew perfectly well. And damn it, he couldn't stop her now! Neither could he simply lie there on his back, unmoving. The blood was pulsing hotly, demandingly through his rigid, tingling hard-on.
"Ohhh, I give up," he groaned, promising himself to be gentle. After all, he'd done it once before. "Honey, do it like this."
He was too tall for her and it was awkward, but he managed to arrange their bodies side by side, face to crotch. Sally found it easier because she could use her back muscles, too, to slide up and down on his cock. Her little mouth and throat were crammed full, and for a moment she couldn't breathe. She lay very still, trying to relax, and soon found she could take more and more of the hot meat inside her salivating mouth. It bumped on the back of her throat and stretched her hps very wide, but it was the pleasantest sort of discomfort.
"Mmmrrrfff," she gurgled happily, feeling her father's warm breath on her curly pussy hairs. Then his tongue washed it warmly, slathering up and down the ragged pink slit.
Max found the tiny indentation, the entrance o her cunt, with the point of his tongue. Her juices bubbled out of it, stinging his taste buds. He wanted her to cum in a hurry, he had to have her cum in a hurry. Otherwise he'd be jamming that hot, frantic dick of his into her mouth so hard and painfully, she'd never want sex again. He couldn't forgive himself for hurting her, but he couldn't take too much more, either.
He tickled her sensitive vulva and then concentrated on her clit. If that didn't get her off, nothing would! Counting the seconds, knowing he was going to plunge into the gulf the minute she climaxed, cold water or not, he felt his testicles begin to tighten. She was sucking him greedily, sloppily, like a baby on the tit. Her juicy mouth had more power and suction than he'd thought possible. Gotta pull away, he told himself. Can't cum in her mouth!
He nibbled at her clit, desperately wanting to make her cum quickly, and heard her moan. It was a miracle to him she could get any sounds out of that crammed-full mouth! Then her hips bucked furiously, ramming her pussy against his face. He shivered in happy gratification, because he'd done it. She was cumming, shaking all over, her hips jerking, her hands digging into his ass. Her cream flooded his mouth and smeared over his nose and chin.
"Oh-oh! Oooooooffffff!" His own orgasm caught him by surprise. He forgot to pull back in the blinding pleasure that thundered through him. She was swallowing-she was SWALLOWING HIS CUM! He howled out his pleasure to the world, thrashing about in the flying sand. She sucked like a greedy puppy and he couldn't stop her, wouldn't have if he could.
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy," she said, finally falling back on the beach. "Ohhh, Daddy, that was super wonderful. Wasn't it? Wasn't it fun?"
And he had to say, "Yes, sweets, it was."
She curled up in his arms. He looked down at her pretty face, so sweet and innocent, yet stained by male semen. Her own father's semen.
What had he gotten himself into? Where do we go from here? And the practical answer was, right into the Sea of Cortez, icy cold or not. He could see them walking back to the camper, stained and smelly. Helen would take one look, one whiff, and- He shuddered.
They splashed themselves quickly, shivering and laughing, only knee deep with little wavelets smacking against their legs. Max began to feel better about it all. Cold water and common sense, that's what he needed.
They mopped themselves as dry as possible with their sweat shirts and sat in the sun until the goosebumps went away. Now is the time, Max said to himself. Now that I have, by whatever unfair trick, gained her confidence, I can talk to her.
His arm around her for warmth, he began. "Your mother tells me you and Tim have turned into peeping toms."
"That's not nice," she flashed. "How else are kids going to learn anything?"
"Okay, okay. But now I have to know what you saw, and what you thought about it. And we have to discuss it, because ... well, because you and Tim are too young yet for that sort of thing."
"Too young? That's all we hear! We're too old to be naughty, too young to have any fun." She was almost in tears again.
"All right, all right," he said placatingly. "Tell me about it." He was hoping they hadn't seen much. He could make a case for nudity without too much strain, if that was all.
"Ohhh, Daddy, it was so exciting! But we didn't really understand, you'll have to tell me." Her eyes shone, and the slim body cuddled nakedly in his arms grew warmer. Her breath quickening as she went on.
"Well, first, Joey's mother was down on the floor with Mr. Bronson. And she had her hand on his cock ... like this...."
Mesmerized, Max saw her little fingers curl around his limp, shriveled penis. As her grip tightened, blood surged into the treacherous organ. He was suddenly short of breath, his eyes were glazing, his heart pounded rapidly.
Omigawd, he thought, I've got to get out of here right now! Hauling her to her feet, he mumbled, "Not now, Sally, not now."