God! They were so young! “Let's go swim,” Harry suggested urgently. “Suits,” Karen agreed, evidently unaware he was upset by the two teenagers. “Next time we come, we should bring Jan along.”
“No!” Harry snapped. “She's too young. She's still hung up on her mother, too. If she knew I was with another woman, she'd be crushed.
She loved Sarah as much as I did.” Tm not saying she didn't love her mother,” Karen argued. “But, are you positive she'd be crushed if you found another woman?” “I'm sure,” Harry growled. “And are you sure she's innocent? She's what? Fifteen, sixteen?”
“Fifteen,” Harry answered. “A young fifteen.” “Are you sure?” Karen asked softly. “I don't want to talk about it,” Harry countered. He swept his-gaze past a trio of writhing bodies, one woman and two men. “I think we should talk about Jan if we're going to keep seeing each other,” Karen pointed out. “Not now,” Harry growled. “Christ! Not now.” How the hell could it be? Just the thought of his daughter brought his blood to a boil. Even after three rounds with Karen, he still had the hots for Jan, his own flesh and blood.
He plunged into the pool, hiding in its cool depths. He wondered if he should have said something about the bathing suit Jan had been planning to wear to the beach. It had been damn minimal.
CHAPTER TWO
Jan wondered what her father would do if he found out she wasn't wearing the suit at all-or anything else for that matter, except her gold locket. She was dangling her suit in one hand. The colorful scraps of cloth fluttered in the breeze as her bare toes dug into the soft sand. The air and sun probed every inch of her graceful, slender body. Daddy would have a stroke if he found out, she decided.
He had given her the fish eye when he had seen her in the bikini. If the gang hadn't been waiting, she knew he would have sent her back to change. She had never had any intention of winding up strolling down the beach naked. Her belly muscles knotted. Her heart was beating very quickly. The touch of the sea breeze made her nipples stand up sharply. She tried to ignore the way Mike's half-erect cock was bobbing and swaying ominously. She felt her sweaty palm squirm against his as they held hands. Her shoulder brushed his tanned arm. Maybe Daddy was right, Mike was too old for her. He was nineteen, a sophomore in college, while she was only a sophomore in high school.
God, his cock looked big! She tried to reassure herself, tell herself they weren't going to do that. She didn't believe they wouldn't though, not down deep in her guts. And it had all started so innocently: a trip to the beach with Mary Kay and Sammy.
They had played games with the waves, dancing out of their reach, turned over rocks and driftwood, skipped flat stones over the small pools. Then they had come to the fat rope dipping from post to post, and paused. The people beyond the barrier were nude.
“Well?” Sammy had asked. “I'm game,” Mike had answered.
“Me, too,” Mary Kay chimed in. Jan had gulped, suddenly frightened, but had no choice. The question was obvious, and so was her answer. “Uh, yeah, sure,” she had agreed, her voice squeaking. She was abruptly aware that she was the youngest, by three years.
Sammy had grinned at Jan as he untied the waist of his suit and skinned it down and off. Jan hadn't been able to take her eyes off his rising cock, his balls, and his thick black bush of hair. When she managed to tear her eyes off Sammy, she saw Mike's tool. It was even larger and more threatening than Sammy-it was stiffer, bolder, longer, and scarier-because Mike, not Sammy, was her steady. Mary Kay had shed the top of her bikini and revealed her ample, pale breasts. They were soft and lush looking. Her large areolae were blushing red. Her nipples were pert points. Then Mary Kay stripped the bottom of her suit down and exposed her dense, dark brown muff and a thrusting, hungry mons. “Well?” Sammy had asked, his teeth bared in a predatory grin. Jan had felt all six eyes on her and felt the blush rising in her like a hot tide. “Oh, uh, yeah,” she stammered. She had fought the urge to turn her back on them. Her hands shaking, she undid her top first, exposing the soft round hills of her breasts. They were still too young and small to show any sag, any crease on the underside. Her small, darting pink nipples hummed with excitement at being set free. She heard Mike suck his breath in through his teeth, and was pleased. Feeling clumsy and awkward, she stripped the bottom of her suit down and felt a warm breeze stir the dainty wisps of her almost invisible pubic bush. She didn't have a thick shield of hair over her slit. The pouting lips showed as clearly as they would on a girl half her age. Her pale blonde hair gleamed like spun gold, misting her pale pink flesh. “Let's go, okay?” she squeaked, dangling her suit in one hand. She hadn't looked at any of them. So now, here they were, strolling along a beach dotted with nude sunbathers. Some lay on their bellies, the rounded hills of their buttocks tanning slowly. Others were on their backs. Generally, the women's breasts were flattened by gravity, their nipples placid and at rest. A few couples snuggled and touched, but nothing more than that. Jan had never imagined cocks came in such a variety of shapes and sizes. She studied each prick as they walked past. Some were large, some small, some fat, some skinny. Some were circumcised, some were not, some were dark, some were pale. Some were soft and limp. Most were, in fact. But, as one man's eyes tracked her, she saw his penis lifting like a snake raising its head, preparing to strike.
“Let's go in the water,” she urged Mike abruptly, tugging him in the direction of the waves. “Sure,” he agreed. Dropping their suits on the sand, they sprinted into the ocean, hand in hand, and fell in a cascade of foam as an incoming wave tripped them. Hot, slippery bare skin brushed Jan's and new feelings raged through her unexpectedly. She had felt sort of this way before during heavy petting sessions, but this was wilder, hotter, different. Pulling away from Mike, she dove under a breaking wave and burst to the surface beyond the surf. She bobbed up and down on the swells, and then Mike erupted beside her, and his arms were around her, and they were in a warm embrace. His lips were nuzzling the side of her neck, and her pulse was racing. She felt the chill water go deep into her naked pussy as she kicked and squirmed in response. “Mike, no!” she panted desperately as she felt his finger curl into her pussy, probe deep into her seething vagina, spread the tight, clinging walls.
She spluttered as a wave washed over her head. She was ablaze with incredible desire, a hot, seething urge she had had only hints of before. “NO!” she yelped, breaking free, feeling his finger leave her. She struck out for the shore, caught a wave, and let it carry her to the beach. Something hit her, and she realized that it was Mike, that he had caught the same wave. She bumped against the shallow bottom and staggered up. Mike caught her hand and helped her to her feet. Then they were walking up the beach, away from the sea. She was in a turmoil. She was dazed and battered by the intensity of the feelings Mike had aroused in her. The current had carried them far down the beach from where they had started. Jan darted in and out among the enormous boulders. She rounded one the size of a house and skidded to a stop. This couple was not just cuddling. Jan stared, tried to back up, but couldn't. The girl was on her back, the guy was between her thighs. He was moving steadily, relentlessly. She was clutching his back and heaving her hips in response. He was humping, fucking his cock into the girl's willing body. She turned her head, and Jan saw the pure, ecstatic pleasure on her face. Then Jan realized she knew her. It was Mary Kay! So it must be Sammy between her thighs. Jan's lust boiled up like an erupting geyser. She pulled back and turned away, battling her curiosity and her lust. Mike blocked her retreat gently but firmly. His arms curled around her waist. He pulled her against him. His rigid cock was pressed into her flat tummy. “Mike?” she whimpered. His lips met hers, and a hand cupped her bare breast. Her lust boiled over, obliterating her inhibitions. He eased her down to the packed sand and pushed in between her slender thighs. She wanted to resist, but didn't have the strength. Her searing lust had turned her muscles to jelly. She felt his prick nudging her crotch blindly, probing for the opening, wedging in between her labia. For the first time in her life, she felt a cock thrust hungrily into her vagina. She felt the knob of Mike's phallus wedge into her virginal opening, press apart the slippery folds of flesh. Her clitoris was being pulverized between his heavy body and hers, sending her lust soaring. She was terrified, as much of herself and the incredibly base emotions and desires raging through her, as she was of the monster shaft entering her. She knew things had gone too far for her to stop him. Anyway, she didn't want to stop him. She spread her thighs wide as Mike bored his cock into her tight tunnel with impatient thrusts of his hips. What little pain there was was overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, and a pleasure she had only dreamed of. Clinging to him, she let herself be swept away on a wave of incredible pleasure. Even Mike's impatience couldn't spoil it. He crammed his cock into her, stuffed her with his bulk with quick, hard thrusts of his hips. She accepted it, one corner of her battered mind marveling at how her vagina could take such a huge cock with so little pain. Then she felt the head of his phallus ram the end of her vagina, and writhed like a pinned bug.