Realizing that his ploy hadn't worked and wasn't going to, Joe climbed off. He hadn't held out much hope for the success of the maneuver, anyway, and therefore wasn't as angry as he had been last time.
He mounted his wife between the thighs and directed his stiff prick into her steamy swamp. His cock was swallowed by the ooze.
"That's it, baby," she purred, smiling now. "Fuck me nice."
Propped on straight arms above her, Joe began to stroke. He couldn't help glaring down with disdain, because she had taken the edge of his lust. Marcella shut her eyes and lay her cheek against the cushion of the sofa. She concentrated on the deep-reaching thrusts of her husband's prick and tried to forget about what had preceded it – except for his wonderful licking of her, which happened all too rarely and furnished the substance for dreamy thoughts at odd moments during her days.
Joe fucked her hard and steadily, increasing the tempo of his strokes. He lowered his torso against her balloon-like breasts, riding those springy shock absorbers as he screwed her.
Marcella's breath came shorter and more labored. She worked her warm, wet cunt around Joe's rapid thrusts. Her fleshy bottom bobbed up and down against the couch cushion.
"Oooh, fuck me… fuck meeeee!" she moaned, not thinking that her daughters upstairs might overhear.
Joe's stiff prick kept stropping the hot, tingling tip of her clitty. The horny ridge of his cockhead sent waves up and down her vagina. The end of his tool thudded deep into her belly, driving against the neck of her womb.
Her whole being seemed to open. She quivered at the brink of fulfillment. When Joe twitched inside her, sending his liquid spurts shooting into the gateway of her uterus, she climaxed, clutching him and moaning.
They quivered together as he emptied his lust into her. But he was less than fully satisfied, because he hadn't gotten what he had wanted most – what Marcella had always denied him.
Beth understood.
Poor Daddy! she thought as she got up and quietly made her way back to bed. She wished she could do what her mother had refused to do. She knew she could make her daddy feel very, very good…
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next day was Saturday, and the family ate a leisurely breakfast together.
"You know what I'd like to do?" Joe asked abruptly.
"What's that, dear?" Marcella inquired as she poured herself a second cup of coffee.
"Go to the beach – all of us. Cathy and Beth have been going so often, and having such fun, that I've gotten envious." He smiled fondly at his daughters.
"Well, I had some shopping I wanted to do," their mother replied. "But I suppose it can wait until next week."
"Sure!" Joe said enthusiastically. "Let's have a real family outing."
Beth and Cathy hadn't said anything. Joe studied them.
"Well, you two are mighty quiet," he said. "Don't you feel like going to the beach today?"
"I suppose so, Daddy," the older girl replied. The thought of her parents accompanying her to the beach turned her off, but she was afraid to say that, lest they think she had been up to something she didn't want them to know about – which, of course, was true.
"Beth?" Joe inquired, smiling at his younger daughter.
"I'd like it!" Beth said, and smiled back. She caught herself wishing that only her daddy would go with her, leaving Cathy and their mother behind.
"Then it's settled!" Joe said, getting up from the table. "Let's get ready."
They drove in the family car, which made it possible for Joe to select a more secluded spot than Beth and Cathy could reach by bus. That was just as well, because on Saturday the main beach was crowded.
The location which Joe chose was near a rocky point. He had to park a little ways away, and the family followed a circuitous path down to the ocean. The extra effort proved rewarding, however. The Brewsters had the small beach completely to themselves.
"This would be a good spot for skinny-dipping," Joe observed as they began spreading out their blankets.
"Joe – what a thing to say in front of your daughters!" Marcella scolded.
He chuckled. "Oh, I suppose the girls have thought of such things, I did when I was a kid."
"Well, just so long as they never do them!" Marcella said.
Cathy had been quiet. The place her father had chosen seemed to offer no fun at all. There were no boys around.
As soon as the family got settled, Cathy said, "I'm going to do some exploring!" She started toward the rocks, hoping that she might work her way around them to find a populated beach on the other side.
"I'll go with you," her mother said, and stood up. "I don't care to just lie here and get burned."
"Oooh, Mother!" Cathy replied with a tinge of disgust. But there was no way she could stop her parent from tagging along.
Joe stretched out on a blanket, shutting his eyes against the glare of the sun. Beth sat and watched him as her mother and big sister walked away.
The young girl's eyes then centered on her father's trunks.
If I only had the nerve, she thought, to reach out and touch him there. What fun we could have!
"Daddy," she said slowly.
"Yes, dear?" He didn't look at her.
"What you said a little while ago, about skinny-dipping – that sounded like real fun."
Joe chuckled. "It sure would be!"
"There's nothing wrong about being in the nude, is there?"
"Of course not," Joe replied. "They have places where families go to take their clothes off and be nude together. It's very healthy, I understand."
Beth's excitement surged. "Then why can't we take our swimsuits off right now?" she blurted. "There's nobody else here to see us."
Joe sat up and stared at his daughter. "Do you really want to?"
"I'd like it very much!" Beth smiled warmly at her father.
"I don't know," Joe said. "Your mother wouldn't approve. And maybe it wouldn't be decent."
Beth hopped to her feet. "But you said families do it and that it's a healthy thing. I feel like it, Daddy."
Before Joe could stop her, the twelve-year-old skinned out of her swimsuit. He stared at her naked body for the first time since she was a little child.
Joe felt a stirring in his loins. His daughter was so sweet and innocent looking, with no hair at all between her legs and her little breasts scarcely beginning to push out.
"Come on!" she coaxed smilingly. "Don't be a party poop, Daddy! Take off your swimsuit, too."
Joe cast a quick glance around. He and his daughter were still completely alone. Perhaps it would be good for the girl, he thought, to see what a man's body looked like, in a situation like this, which was clean and wholesome. How could it do any harm? He was, after all, her father, and she was his little girl.
He stood and shucked down his trunks. Though he felt strangely excited, his penis remained soft. How could it be otherwise with his daughter, whom he wouldn't let himself entertain carnal thoughts about?
Beth didn't seem shocked in the least as she gazed at his cock and balls. This surprised Joe a bit. But it pleased him, also. It showed what a healthy mind Beth had, he thought.
He grinned. "Want to race me to the water?"
"Why don't we just get some sun first?" Beth suggested.
"Okay," Joe said, and stretched out on a blanket. Beth sat beside him, "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" he added.
"It sure is!" Beth exclaimed, gazing delightedly at her father's naked form.
She had become aroused, even if Joe hadn't. She had to do something about it. This meant taking the most daring step she had ever tried.
Her father might get angry and punish her, she thought. Maybe he would never forgive her.
But on the other hand, maybe she could make him like what she wanted to do so much that he wouldn't ask her to stop.