His bulbous glans throbbed against her tongue, and she liked that. She also liked the way his shaft held her lips wide apart. It felt even better when she began to stroke her lips up and down on his column, feeling his hardness glide against the sensitive nerve endings which encircled her small mouth.
If any of the nearby sunbathers saw what she was doing, they didn't interfere. Perhaps they were just happy to be able to watch.
Gabe was the happiest man in all creation to feel Beth's snug lips stroking up and down on his rigid prick. He hoped she would never stop.
But Beth wanted to do something even more exciting: she wanted to feel his long, hard cock sticking up into her body, and the simplest way to accomplish that was just to climb on top of him.
The young girl abruptly did this, fitting Gabe's prick into her small but eagerly receptive cunt. She glided her narrow, greased channel fully down around his straining hardness. She began to grind her hips and pump up and down, riding the man on the sunny beach.
She noticed that the crowd had thickened near Gabe and her. She didn't look at them. Let them do their thing, she thought, and she would do hers.
Do it she did, with all the sweet young passion that welled up within her. Her cunt was a marvelously tight, hot encirclement which stroked up and down on Gabe's upthrust rod. He groaned and pumped deeply into her.
She fucked him faster and harder.
Soon her lithe hips were flying up and down as she rode righteously atop him. Gabe was bucking like a bronco.
Beth gasped. She squealed. She came just as the man spurted joyously inside her, and they quivered together, his cock twitching spastically in her tight sheath.
Beth lay forward against him. They kissed, and his hands caressed her smooth back.
When his cock had softened inside her, Beth rolled off. Now more concerned about their public location, she got back into her swimsuit. Gabe pulled up his trunks.
"Come on," she said. "Let's take a dip in the ocean."
As she sprang to her feet, she saw Gary crossing the beach toward her. He seemed agitated and in a hurry.
"So you're with this guy!" he snorted, glaring at Gabe.
"I like him," Beth said, and added with a smile, "But I like you, too."
Gary was glancing about, as if looking for someone.
"My sister isn't here today," Beth said.
"So, what else is new?" Gary kept looking in the direction from which he had just come.
"Uh, Gabe and I were going to take a swim," Beth said.
"Sounds like a good idea," Gary replied. "Let's go."
"Gabe, do you want to come with us?" Beth asked.
"Forget him!" Gary tugged at her arm, suddenly in a hurry to take to the water.
His anxious gaze across the beach told Beth what was troubling him. A police officer was approaching at a lope.
"You!" he yelled at Gary. "Just got here, did you?"
"Why?" Gary forced a grin. "Is anything wrong?"
"A blind man who runs a store over on the street was just knocked unconscious and robbed."
"Well, I hope you don't suspect me," Gary said nervously. "I've got no money on me."
"You could have stashed the loot and your weapon, too – in a trash can or some place," the officer said, taking hold of Gary's arm. "All we know is, the robber ran this way."
"I've been here for half an hour," Gabe blurted. "There's the guy who just ran up." He pointed to Gabe.
The mute sat and stared as the officer looked him over. Gabe made a pitiful effort to speak, producing only a nasal groan.
"My little niece saw him," Gary said. "Tell the officer, Beth honey."
Beth liked Gary, as she had told him. But she couldn't lie for him – certainly not to get Gabe into trouble. She was shocked that Gary would try to pin the blame on Gabe for something Gabe didn't do.
"That isn't true," Beth told the police officer. "And I'm not this man's niece. He's the one who just got here."
"Okay, you're coming with me!" the officer said to Gary. "We'll find somebody who saw you running from that blind man's place."
He led Gary away, the latter still protesting.
Gabe smiled gratefully at Beth.
It must be awful, she thought, to have no voice to defend yourself when you're accused of something.
"Race you to the water!" she said, and took off on a run.
Gabe followed.
They romped into the surf, taking the spray in their faces. They ducked into the rolling waves. Gabe clutched her, and she laughed as she bobbed to the surface.
He was rubbing his body against hers under water, and she could feel a hardness in his trunks. Her hand dipped down and stroked him.
Can people do it in the water? she wondered.
She decided to find out.
Gabe helped her work his trunks down, and it was a simple matter for him to draw the crotch of her bathing suit aside. His stiff prick parted the petals of her pussy, and his hardness glided up inside her.
They fucked in the water as the waves crashed over and around them. Beth clung to the tall man while he braced himself on the bottom. Her legs and arms were wrapped about him, and her hips pounded. His cock stroked briskly in her wet channel.
The sea's tumult added to their excitement, building to primeval frenzy. When they came, together, it was as if they were part of the crashing surf and in a sense, they were, because they were all acting out the drama of nature.
Beth felt very close to Gabe, but she doubted if she would ever see him again. With Gary arrested, Gabe wouldn't be coming around to the apartment, and she didn't know where he lived.
She had wondered how Gary supported himself, and it seemed that she had found out: he was a thief. Perhaps Gabe was one, too, though he hadn't been guilty of the theft from the blind man.
It was just as well, Beth decided, for her not to see either of them any more.
Though it had been an exciting and pleasurable day, she felt a bit sad as she rode home.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was several nights later when some sounds from downstairs awoke Beth. Her parents had been out that evening and evidently had just arrived home.
Curiosity didn't impel Beth to crawl out of bed and creep downstairs to spy on them this time. There was nothing left for her to be curious about. She spied because she enjoyed sex – both doing it and watching it – and since she saw nothing wrong about it, there seemed no reason to deny herself the pleasure of peeping at her parents.
They were drinking and laughing together as before. Her father turned on some soft music, and they clung to each other, swaying gently and barely moving their feet against the living room rug.
His hands roamed up and down her mother's back. The child sat high on the stairs, which permitted her to look down into the room without being noticed.
"Don't dooooo that, Joe," her mother said, and giggled.
"Come on, Marcella," he replied. "You know you like to have me pat your fanny."
"But it isn't nice." She kept swaying with him.
"Who cares what's nice, when we're in our own living room?" Joe chided.
"I like to be nice at all times!" Marcella said, drunkenly affecting an exaggerated dignity.
"Well, how nice would it be if I were to pull up your skirt and pull down your panties?" Joe inquired.
"It would be awful!" cried Marcella. She laughed and snuggled closer to him.
"I think I'll do it anyway," he said, and began slowly elevating her skirt, like a curtain rising on stage.
Beth watched as the upper portions of her mother's thighs came into view, tapering to luscious fullness above the tops of her stockings. Dark garter straps pressed against the pale, soft flesh and disappeared under the lacy edges of black panties.