A few hours ago! Geezus Christ – Davie! She was home alone – she'd better be! Dammit – he had allowed his own sexual craving to overshadow his new-found duties to his young daughter; he had been weak when he should have been strong! He had to get back to the house!
He roe unsteadily to his feet. His mind was alert, but his body responded torpidly. He blinked and looked around the room. The moon had risen on the horizon and the warm, blue shadows no longer illuminated the room. Still, they had never bothered to turn on a light, so his eyes had only slight difficulty adjusting to the dimness. He scuffed around the room, gathering his discarded clothing and began to dress. He also began to collect his thoughts.
What to do about Trish Byers… he didn't want to see her again and yet, he did. He had never known a woman as wildly abandoned, as insatiable, as fantastic in bed, despite the handicap he gave her. But she also represented a danger to his way of life, to the permanent reunion he was planning for him and Davie – he didn't want his darling little girl in the blonde's cunt-eating clutches ever again! One way to insure that was to keep the stewie stuffed full of his cock! But how would Davie feel about that? What was she supposed to do while he was off screwing around with Trish…? She was still provocatively naked when he came out of the bathroom. Goddamn, she was gorgeous, a paen to carnal lust, right there in the flesh! He took her hand and raised her up off the bed, drawing her naked body close to him. "Get some sleep, kid. I'll see you tomorrow – or rather, later today," he said, smiling down at her.
"Really?" she asked, arching her eyebrows.
"Well, sure. Maybe we'll go for a drive up and down the island!" he grinned.
"I can hardly wait," she teased back.
He surprised himself by suddenly saying, "You know something? Neither can I…"
Randy Ferris waited impatiently in the shadowy trees that bordered his sister's guest unit until he saw the door open and Davie's father started down the path along the beach for home. He had been scared to death of seeing Knight on the way, after he left the dude's deflowered daughter to her sweet – and sexy dreams! He had given her something to dream about, all right! And she had given him plenty to tell Trish! He couldn't get over how much that little doll baby had changed while he was fucking her. She'd been nothing but a tight-assed, naive cherry school-girl when they'd watched her old man giving it to Trish, and later, when he'd tried to talk her into letting him fuck her. But once he had his cock up her pussy, she'd undergone a Goddamned transformation to rival any in the world! She almost broke his pecker with that hot, sweet body of hers, fucking him back like a tigress – like Trish, for chrissake! That was really saying something. And then she'd really blown his mind afterwards, when he was apologizing to her, buttering her up so she wouldn't squeal to her old man, asking her to forgive him for raping her! "When can we do it again?" she asks,when can we do it again! Geezus!
He grinned to himself. All that sweating for nothing – he should have known it would all be cool. Chicks didn't take ol' Randy's cock inside their bellies just once without wanting it up there again and again!
He walked up to the door and knocked softly. "Trish… it's me. Hail the conquering hero, home from the war…" She met him as he opened the door. His gorgeous sister was wearing a confident smile – and that was all!
"Come in, you beautiful hunk," she said to him, wrapping her graceful arms around his neck, "and tell your ever-lovin' sister all!" He did. He told her everything in minute detail as he took off his clothes and got into the big bed with her. He told her all about Davie Knight between hot, tonguing kisses, and as he sucked her breasts. He told her how he had practically raped the frightened brunette as he lay between her legs with his cock plugged into her pussy. He told her how the young virgin had suddenly gone wild and fucked him back, as his beautiful blonde sister returned his heated thrusts with masterful thrusts of her own… until they came together on the bed, each body part of a synchronized machine… each lapsing into memories of the exciting first encounters with the very sexy, very promising father-daughter team.
Then Trish told Randy what had happened with Peter Knight – how he had sodomized her, then made her suck his cock… (She was sucking Randy's cock as she related her tale of mistreatment.) After she finished blowing her brother, she let him in on her latest plan a way to have her fucking cake and eat it, too! The youth's heavy lidded eyes widened with apprehension. "Trish, you're out of your mind. Knight is never going to go for that! You're really asking for trouble this time," he said incredulously.
She gave him one of her wiser-than-thou smiles as she snuggled next to him and drew the sheet over their tired, spent bodies. "Wait and we, lovey… Just wait and see…"
CHAPTER TEN
A radiant, refreshed Davie Knight awoke around 9:30 the next morning from a deep and delicious sleep. God, she felt great! Absolutely marvelous. Her cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled; she was exquisitely healthy…
She sat up in bed clutching her bent knees to her chest. A satisfied smile played constantly around her full, sensuous lips. Over and over she kept thinking to herself, I'm a woman now – a real woman! I'm not just a scared kid in school any more… I'm a woman! I've had a man's warm, wonderful penis inside me… I've been made love to – fucked – by a man, and I want to have it again. Oh, I can't wait to have Randy's big beautiful cock inside me again!
She giggled girlishly to herself as she thought how wicked it was of her to have such blatant desires. No wonder Trish said the things she did yesterday at the beach – she's had it hundreds of times probably and really loves it and needs it. And Daddy, too, and probably even more, because he's a man, and men always seem to be horny! That's just the way they were built. Besides, Daddy is such a strong, handsome, virile man… it was easy to see why Trish wanted him to make love to her…
Davie reviewed the scene in Trish's room, with the two of them naked and screwing wantonly. She was no longer shocked or upset by what she had witnessed. She understood now what made them go at each other like, well, not like animals exactly, but like two people who were just ready turned on and had to have each other. Sure, she could get behind that, and she didn't feel any more animosity toward Trish, no disappointment with her father. She knew she could face him now, because each of them had secrets they couldn't share with the other… not yet, anyway.
Thoughts of her father suddenly caused her to turn and look in his direction. He was lying on his side in the big bed, sound asleep. Poor lamb, he's pooped, she thought sympathetically. He must have had quite a night of it!
Her heart swelled with pride as she thought of her strong, handsome daddy making love to Trish Byers. He's got to be a fantastic lover, with that heavenly body, and that enormous penis of his… it must have felt so good to Trish… Daddy's wonderful thing deep inside her… what would it be like to feel all that cock stuffed inside her?
Davie suddenly realized that she had been thinking of herself… her and her daddy! What was the matter with her? She must be nuts, sick, to think a thing like that! Good God – her own father… her daddy, her daddy's penis!
She got up quickly and pulled a pair of shorts and a halter top out of the drawer, tore off her shortie pajamas and dressed in a flash. Then she tiptoed past her father's bed into the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she combed her hair. Yes, she looked like a real woman now…