0 comments/ 17879 views/ 0 favorites Sun, Sand and Sex By: Elena977 Author's note-I would like to thank my editor, eluckenbach, for his assistance, wonderful suggestions and a little male prospective. Thank you for everything. Please take the time to vote and/or leave a comment and let me know what you think. If you enjoyed this story and would like to see how Maggie and Craig first met, then you might be interested in reading my first submission "The Proposition". Thank you again and I hope you enjoy it. Jessica *************** Maggie climbed out of the driver's side of her little red Ford Focus and took a deep breath. There was nothing like the damp, salty smell of a luscious ocean breeze. The warm wind kissed the bare skin of her face, shoulders, arms and legs, which had been chilled by the car's air conditioner. This instantly caused goose bumps to break out all over her body as she was over whelmed by a sense of nostalgia for the few summers she had spent at Hampton beach in New England with her parents during her long ago childhood. It wasn't just the smell of the ocean itself that made it so memorable; it was everything else that came along with it. The smell of venders cooking hamburgers, hot dogs, French fries and fried dough, the sound of the cars as they slowly passed by looking for parking further down the beach mixed with the sounds of the music from several different radios, children playing, adults laughing, the constant cawing of the seagulls and under it all was the harsh yet somehow soothing lull of the breaking waves as they threw themselves upon the shore. Maggie reveled in the sights, the sounds and all the sensations that always bombarded her on her now oh so infrequent trips to the beach. While she lived in Orlando, only an hour away from two of the most famous beaches in Florida, her busy and demanding work schedule was coupled with an extreme dislike for turning into a lobster. She always burnt and never tanned due to her pale complexion, so she rarely made the pilgrimages east. She smiled out at the sapphire blue waves and frothy white surf. It was the perfect day. The temperatures were in the high 70's, there was almost no humidity, which was rare in Florida, and the sun was shining as billowing white clouds lazily chased each other across the sky. 'Yeah, this had been a wonderful idea.' She thought to herself. "What's got you in such a good mood?" a deep voice said, breaking into her thoughts. Maggie looked to her left and over the roof of the car where Craig was hunched over between the open passenger door and the body of the car checking the contents of his backpack. "Oh nothing," she replied. "Just thinking, it's beautiful day, and I'm glad we're having a chance to enjoy it." Craig smiled one of his dazzling white smiles back at her. His blonde hair, now hopelessly mussed from its stylish shaggy cut so popular with the young 20something crowd, was blowing in the breeze. While Maggie avoided the beach, Craig was an addict as evidenced by his ever-present golden hued skin tone. He was 6'3", blonde, long and lanky. Craig was the epitome of the Florida surfer stereotype with one glaring exception; he wasn't a stoned-out idiot. If he had been, Maggie wouldn't be here. He was intelligent, energetic and witty as hell. All qualities Maggie prized highly in her men. As Craig straightened to his full height and rapidly pulled his white T-shirt over his head bearing his wide, well defined chest and six pack abs, Maggie was reminded it wasn't just Craig's mind that she was interested in. While Craig was the quintessential sun-bleached, blue eyed, bronzed god, Maggie was dark and pale. Her long chestnut hair and chocolate brown eyes were the perfect dichotomy to her flawless alabaster skin. Maggie shed her white tank top and slowly bent over to slide her green cotton shorts down her long silky legs. The rough material felt almost abrasive as it moved over her sensitized flesh. She picked up the two discarded pieces of material and tossed them onto the driver's seat before grabbing her tan wicker beach bag out of the backseat and closing the door. Maggie grabbed the white can of SPF 30 spray-on sun block from the top of her bag and began coating herself with the thin, coconut-scented mist. The sudden sensation of the cool spray over her heated flesh caused a slight shiver to travel throughout her body, tightening her nipples into erect little nubs that were quickly straining against the confining material of her swim suit. Tossing the can back into her bag, she ran hands slowly over her face, neck and shoulders. The subtle rise of her chest, each arm and her flat stomach were all shimmering as she rubbed the oily liquid over every inch of her pale exposed skin. Maggie stood up from smoothing the sun block down her legs, her breasts swaying as she moved and pulled the small plastic clip that was restraining her long dark hair out. She shook her head so it fell down her back and around her shoulders in flowing waves before finally adjusting the ruby colored triangles of her bikini over the round, full globes of her size D breasts and the high firm cheeks of her ass. Maggie looked up from adjusting herself to see Craig standing in front of her, wearing only his dark blue Hawaiian print board shorts watching her intensely. She quirked an eyebrow and smirked at him, "enjoying the show are we?" Craig devoured her with eyes. He stood there for a moment just taking in all 5'11" of Maggie's oil slicked statuesque form. Her long dark hair was now framing her face as the wind blew sections of it behind her, across her face and over her beautiful breasts. Her slick pale skin almost glowed in the sunlight. The slashes of blood red material over her breasts and pubic mound were the only interruptions to her pale perfection. Maggie was just a few inches shorter than he was, which was rare among most women, but she wasn't by any means stretched out or thin looking as many her height were. Maggie was lean and toned, but she still had the body of woman. Her wide shoulders, just a little narrower than his, supported a gorgeous set of ripe, full breasts. They rested now, straining against the thin material that held them confined, her large pink nipples were hard and clearly visible despite the dark hue of the bikini. Craig practicaly licked his lips as he watched Maggie bend and root through her beach bag making sure everything was there. With every shift of her body, a ripple of motion moved through them and drew his attention even more. He drank in the sight of their gentle teardrop shape and the curve of the underside of her breast. Although now firmly held in place by her top, his favorite place for them was cradled gently in his hands. He loved the sensation of the firm, yet soft skin, the feel of her body heat seeping from their undersides into his hand as he palmed their negligible weight and massaged the beautiful, lush globes. He wasn't a breast man normally, but oh how he loved to fondle and suckle them at every opportunity. Maggie's nipples were super sensitive and every tweak of his fingers and rasp of his tongue always brought a satisfying response. As Maggie continued to bend, Craig's eyes moved over her torso and flat stomach to the curve of her hips, almost as wide as her shoulders so she had that perfect hourglass shape. The firm, round, pale spheres of her sexy bottom were in perfect relief against the dark colored retaining wall behind the car. As Maggie finally straightened, his eyes came to rest on the dark triangle of material that was nestled at the juncture of her long legs. The material sat smoothly against Maggie's pussy, outlining her labia perfectly. Craig knew there wasn't a single a chestnut curl beneath the snug material to mar the view; Maggie had shaved her pussy bare for the first time when they started having sex a few weeks ago, and had been very diligent about keeping it that way. Craig continued to drink her in and wondered if he wasn't the luckiest guy on Daytona Beach today. "What's not to enjoy?" He responded her question as he finished his intent perusal of her body. "The last time I saw a show this good, it was at Rachael's Strip Club and there was a three drink minimum," he said, giving her his most lecherous smile. Craig moved from just behind the back of the car where he'd been standing and took the final two strides to Maggie before pulling her against him. The few coarse hairs that dusted his chest further stimulated her already erect nipples through the flimsy Lycra material as she pressed herself further into him and pulled his head down to take his lips. Their mouths met in a tentative, light kiss, which quickly transformed into a passionate, urgent dueling of their tongues where they lost all sense of time and their surroundings, being completely absorbed in each other. Craig's mouth was warm and wet, Maggie moaned at the delectable taste of the sweet French vanilla creamer and sugar he had put in his coffee at breakfast. Maggie hated coffee normally, but if it always tasted like this she'd gladly become an addict. She massaged her tongue along the length of Craig's and applied a little more suction which resulted in Craig moaning in response. Maggie wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tighter to her, grinding her pelvis against his. Craig knew this Maggie very well. Normally she was an energetic, bright, happy, level headed woman, but the second she got aroused she turned into a demanding, pleasure seeking beast. Craig had quickly discovered in the few weeks since their liaison at her house that Maggie was a nymphomaniac. She was insatiable. They'd had lengthy bouts of sex this morning both before and after breakfast. As it was they had ended up leaving for the beach almost three hours later then they'd initially planned and here she was again, rubbing her hard, aroused nipples over his chest, her right hand had moved and was again buried in his hair, holding him to her while her left was trapped between their bodies pulling at the laces of his board shorts so she could gain access to his rapidly stiffening shaft. Maggie managed to loosen the last of the white cotton laces that were woven diagonally through the metal grommets that held the top of Craig's suit together. She slid her hand down into the mesh pouch that held his beautiful, already partially erect cock. Maggie reached the base and before grabbing it, she ran he nails up the patch of skin on his abdomen directly above it which caused a shutter to travel through Craig's body before he pulled her more tightly against him and placed both of his hands over the globes of her bikini covered ass, kneading the flesh there. Maggie quickly returned her hand to her prize and began slowly pumping her hand up and down his shaft as it strained against the material wanting release. The slick oil from the sun block she had just applied acting as the perfect lubricant as her hand rapidly traveled up and down his now engorged prick. She hadn't given him a blowjob this morning, which she was very much regretting right now as her hand continued in the limited jerking movements that she could manage within his shorts. Maggie loved giving head, there was nothing better then starting the day with a huge throbbing cock in her mouth--and Craig's had become her favorite pre-breakfast meal of late. Maggie continued to kiss Craig deeply as she jerked him off. She couldn't tell you where she was or even what day it was right now. All she knew was that Craig was rubbing her ass with one hand as the other hand snaked down between the separation of her thighs and was moving the minute strip of material that was covering her moist opening aside. Maggie pushed into Craig's chest, wrapped one of her legs around his hip giving him better access to her and shoved her tongue into his mouth as she felt one of his long fingers slide into her rapidly lubricating cunt. Craig lazily pumped his finger in and out of Maggie's body in time to her now incessant moans as she pulled harder, moving her hand more forcefully up and down his shaft. As her hand neared the head of his cock, she snaked her thumb over it to rub in the large drop of precum she knew she would find there. As Maggie did so there was a sense of movement, which registered only belatedly to her pleasure fogged mind. Suddenly a sharp searing pain in the middle of her back knifed through the fog. Maggie pulled her mouth away from Craig with a shout of pain, threw her hands up in the air and attempted to jump away from the horrible pain only to find she was no longer standing. At some point during their little interlude Craig must have picked her up because he was holding her behind her thighs as her long legs were wrapped around him and she was pinned between his body and her car. It was the hot, sun heated metal of the car's doorframe that was burning her back. Craig quickly assessed the situation and took a step back from the car before placing Maggie back on her feet, breaking apart, and panting. Maggie glanced to her left and was both shocked and embarrassed that several people had stopped their beaching to catch the live show. A group of teenage girls wearing little more then dental floss were giggling and whispering to one another. Three well built college guys, right about Craig's age stood off to the right, and as they turned to stride down the beach an "ah man, it was just getting good too," could be heard. It seemed apparent that they were disappointed that the lovers had stopped before they saw more while one embittered 50 something woman hissed "get a room," at them as she sauntered by. Maggie's pale skin had been getting redder and redder, the dark flush spreading up her neck and face as the seconds passed and she watched their small audience disperse. "Shit. I'm so fucking embarrassed," she said before she continued to silently berate herself for her lack of awareness. If Craig hadn't slammed her against the hot metal of the car, she probably would've sucked him off and fucked him right there on the beach for all the world to see. This wasn't the first time Maggie had completely ignored their surroundings and initiated things better left behind closed doors, but God, Craig did things to her sanity sometimes. She shook herself trying to clear out the last of the mental cobwebs and silently promised that there would be no more slips today. They'd come to the beach for sun, sand and fun. The sex needed to stay at home. "You okay?" Craig asked as they made their way down the beach a few minutes later and spread their blanket over the dry, loose sand. "Yeah," she angrily replied. "It's just that I've never lost control like that before. I mean I've always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but I was ready to throw you down and do you right there in front of God and everyone. That CANNOT be normal. This is bad." Craig moved to her side and placing his arm around her gave a light squeeze. "Ah come on baby," he chided, trying to lighten her mood. "The Craig Man always says anything that feels so good can't bad. But if it is, then who better to be bad with then the badest man on the beach?" Maggie gave him one of her patented you're-fucking-delusional looks and said, "You're such an ego-maniacal asshole, Craig. The badest guy on the beach? I could kick your skinny ass myself." Craig took on a martyred look, "Hey, you always say my ass is sexy, not skinny. And for you to kick it, you'd have to catch me first." The challenge was issued as he spun and ran into the breaking surf 40 feet in front of where they left their belongings. Maggie ran laughing down the beach after him, flinging herself into the cool, salt laden waters of the Atlantic and spent much of the afternoon trying to do just that. ************** Maggie watched the car in front of her break for the third time in the last ten seconds. "I love coming up to Daytona, but the traffic is insane," she remarked looking beside her to Craig who was sitting in the passenger seat wearing only his blue Hawaiian print board shorts. The bright sunshine was pouring in through the car's windshield, bathing his wide tanned chest with warm, golden light, the few drops of ocean water he missed while toweling off were glistening in the sun's rays. "That's exactly why I always go to Cocoa," he said smiling over at her. "Well too bad there, Bucko, this is my car, I'm driving. Therefore we go where I want." And right now Maggie was wishing there was somewhere quiet and private they could go. After the incident at the beach earlier, she had made sure to keep her raging hormones in check, but the millions of gallons of cold water in the Atlantic Ocean had done little to extinguish her burning desire. Craig had been absolutely breathtaking as he bodysurfed today. They'd played in the breaking surf, kissing and caressing, but every time he saw a great set of waves coming in, he'd say, "Sorry babe, gotta go," and swam into the oncoming waves. Right now she was so hot and horny, her distended nipples were straining against the damp confines of her bikini top and her damp, hairless pussy was aching to be split once again by Craig's large invading member. Maggie pulled Craig over to her as the car pulled to a stop at yet another red light. Maggie greedily kissed Craig, their tongues mating, dueling, massaging within their mouths. He tasted of salt water, as well as the sharp sweet/sour lemonade he had with lunch. It was the shrill car horn from behind them that finally separated the two. They pulled apart, panting. "How long until we're back to your place?" Craig asked wearing his "I'm gonna make you scream" face. "About 45 minutes," Maggie sighed, "Sometimes it's really annoying to be living in Orlando." Or maybe not, she thought, as she looked over at Craig, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She had tried really hard to be good all day. What harm would be in having a little fun now? It was a REALLY long drive home after all. Maggie took her hand off the gear shift and placed it on Craig's thigh. She began rubbing his left thigh, moving her hand rhythmically, massaging and working the thigh muscles. As she did, her hand slowly moved up to the white lace ties of his board shorts and once again worked them loose. "What are you doing?" Craig asked, trying to squirm further onto the far edge of his seat, out of her reach. "What do you think I'm doing?" She smiled. "We're in the middle of five o'clock on International Speedway Blvd, someone will see." Craig protested. "Well... Maybe not" Maggie replied, quickly reaching onto the backseat and grabbing one of the large green beach towels they had brought and tossed it over Craig's lap. "What the hell?" He shrieked as the cold, damp terrycloth material made contact with his bare thighs and knees. As soon as the towel was across Craig's lap, Maggie snaked her hand beneath it, through the gap of the loosened laces on his board shorts and down over his abdomen to grasp his cock as it lay nestled in the soft bed of blonde pubic hair. Maggie's hand clasped around the base of Craig's cock and he moaned, "AAhhh, Maggie, what are you doing? We can't do this." "Says who?" she replied, daring him to further protest as she pulled his rapidly hardening penis from its cloth confines until the only thing separating his stiff member from the prying eyes of the college coeds, surf bums and families on beach vacations in the passing cars was the coarse material of the beach towel. Maggie massaged and pumped Craig's cock as they crawled their way forward in the stop, start traffic past the imposing beige building of Halifax hospital, the hokey concrete sign with bright pink flamingos and green palm trees that marked the Daytona Airport and the hulking gray structure of Daytona International Speedway. Sun, Sand and Sex Craig's breathing was growing more and more rapid and erratic, he was frantically looking from Maggie's hand beneath the towel, out the window and over to her as she continued to drive, completely nonchalant, acting as though she wasn't giving her boyfriend a hand job while driving down one of the most famous streets in America. He tried with every ounce of will power he possessed to see the wrongness of this situation, to not enjoy the sensations Maggie was wringing from him with every stroke, but failed, miserably. 'What the hell?' he thought, finally giving himself over the situation, enjoying the pleasure, the added excitement of the exhibitionism, the chance of being seen or getting caught. He let out a long, low moan as he finally succumbed. He reached over and under the white tank top Maggie had thrown over her bathing suit, his hand sought out and found her full breast and began softly massaging, tweaking the already distended nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Maggie sighed and squirmed as the first sensations of pleasure shot downward from her throbbing nipple through her stomach into her aching womb. She thrust her chest further into Craig's hand as she stroked her hand up and down his long, full shaft, running her hand over the bulbous head, rubbing the drop of precum that had formed there over the top and along its lower ridge. She momentarily released his cock and reached down to fondle and massage his balls, scraping her fingernails along the underside of his sac. Maggie gently grasped Craig's testicles in her hand and softly, slowly massaged the glands within their fleshy confines. Maggie returned her ministrations to Craig's rock hard prick as she felt his hand withdraw from her breast and slid below the waist of her cotton shorts into her bikini bottoms. Craig watched Maggie's breath momentarily catch and then release in a long, low moan as his hand cupped her hairless mound and slid his middle finger between the lips of her already saturated pussy. He rasped the pad of his finger over the erect nub of her clit causing Maggie to thrust her hips forward into his hand trying to increase the pressure. Craig slid his finger down along the contour of Maggie's pussy and buried two fingers firmly into her slick vaginal canal. Her internal muscles grasped Craig's fingers as if they were a lifeline, and a plug for an aching chasm too long bereft. Craig took his fingers out of Maggie's pussy and spread her wetness along her labia and over her clit. The added lubrication further intensified the shocks of pleasure Maggie was feeling. Craig scraped his fingernail over the eager little button causing Maggie to lunge forward in her seat with an, "Uuuughhh God, Craig. You do that again and I might kill us." Craig took Maggie at her word and then proceeded to scissor her nub between his index and middle fingers. Her fluid added an extra slickness, which helped with the amount of pressure and friction he was able to administer. Maggie's panting increased and soon she was all but begging. "Please Craig, oh God please," she didn't know if she begging him to continue or to stop. All she knew was since she had met this man her entire world had turned upside down. Craig soon tired of torturing Maggie and slowly slid his slick fingers back down to where he circled her vaginal opening and proceeded to glide his fingers in and out of the drenched opening while strumming her clit with his thumb in time to her pumping fist. Both of their movements were becoming more frantic and violent. Their movements synchronized trying to see who could make whom cum first. Craig's hips were rising off the passenger seat in time to meet Maggie's hand as it bottomed out at the base of his shaft. Maggie was gyrating her hips and grinding them down into the seat as hard as she could as Craig pumped his fingers rapidly in and out of her wet hole. The air was full of the sound of their ragged breathing, the muffled sound of skin rubbing against cloth and guttural moans. The aroma of salt, sand, and the combined musk of their mingling sexual arousals hung heavy within the now humid air of the car's interior. Maggie was finding it more difficult with each passing second to remain focused on what she doing, namely driving. She would've much rather given herself over to the fierce orgasm she could feel hovering just out of reach, but getting them home was a moral imperative at this point. Single syllable words like home, bed, and fuck were the only things currently registering--besides the intense pleasure she was feeling at the mercy of Craig's talented digits. It was a miracle she hadn't already run a stop light or rear-ended someone. She finally snapped back to attention when she saw the dark green girders of the overpass for Interstate 95 pass over their heads. She quickly pulled her hand out of Craig's shorts and grabbed the wheel as she let out a resounding, "God damn it!" Craig disengaged his hand from Maggie's protesting pussy and sat up so fast he looked as though he'd had a bucket of ice water thrown on him. He frantically began looking out the windows at the surround cars and listening for the dreaded siren he knew was coming. "What is it? What's wrong? Did someone see us? A cop? Are we gonna get arrested?" Maggie had to smile at his panicked expression and rapid-fire questions despite her sudden shift in mood. "No baby, I just missed the ramp for the highway. I-95 would've been a lot faster, but it's ok, I can just keep going and in about 5 miles this road merges with Interstate 4." They had traveled down the length of ISB and were now on the two lane county road it quickly turned into. Now surrounded by only trees on both sides and the occasional oncoming traffic Maggie decided enough was enough. "We need to find somewhere to pull over, now," she said. Craig whole-heartedly agreed despite his now somewhat flagging erection. She took the first right turn she came to and was overjoyed when after driving for a few more minutes found a deserted gravel pit. She pulled in and after only a few turns was well out of the view of any passing traffic and tucked the car into a gap in the foliage behind a 50-foot gravel pile. Maggie turned off the engine, disengaged her seatbelt and was on Craig in a matter of seconds. She flipped up the arm rest that had been separating them, pushed the towel that was covering Craig's thighs to the floor, grasped his cock and finally did what she'd been dying to all day. She sunk her head down onto his once again straining dick until it was buried deep in her throat. Craig gasped at the sudden sensation of Maggie's hot mouth as she coated his stiff pole with her saliva and began the pleasurable torture of licking around the base of his cock, sucking and slowly sliding her head up and down its length while massing with both her hand and tongue alike. Maggie moaned, as she was overwhelmed with the taste and smells that was innately Craig. He smelled warm and clean, the scent of his musk mixing with that of her own within her nostrils as she felt the damp fingers Craig had previously had inside her slide along her cheek. He tasted of ocean salt, sweat and aroused man. Maggie massaged Craig's sac with her left hand as she devoured his cock with her mouth. Maggie sucked on Craig like her mouth was the funnel of a tornado and with just as much abandon. Maggie rolled Craig's balls around in her hand before releasing him to stroke her nail over the patch of ultrasensitive skin behind it. Maggie's hand continued to travel backwards along Craig's body until her probing fingers found his sphincter. She circled around the small opening with two fingers and then gently applied pressure to it. The added pressure that Maggie was applying to his ass coupled with her relentless sucking and pumping of his cock was proving to be too much. Craig soon was feeling that all too familiar pressure building in his balls and moaned, "Uuuuuuhhhhh Maggie stop. You have to STOP!" The last was said through clenched teeth as he pulled her head off his rock hard shaft moments before he would've cum. After their two enthusiastic bouts of sex this morning, Craig knew he only had one more orgasm left in him today, after that he would have to get some downtime and sleep. Knowing Maggie, if he was going to get any rest, he couldn't enjoy what he knew would be a mind blowing orgasm until Maggie had been thoroughly and properly serviced. "But Craig," Maggie pouted, "I just want to taste you, feel you, please you." She said this as she licked and kissed her way up his chest where she nibbled on the little brown nipple that was in her tongue's path. As she reached his mouth she traced the outline of his lower lip with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth and chewing on it lightly. Her tongue reached into his mouth and massaged to tip of his as he pulled her mouth fully to meet him. Maggie climbed into Craig's lap as she kissed him, straddling his thighs and rubbing the crotch of her green cotton shorts, which were now saturated with her own secretions against the underside of his erect shaft as it stood straining towards his navel, oozing clear precum from the hole on its crown. Their kiss became demanding, Maggie was grinding down onto Craig's thighs with increased urgency. She pulled away from him with a scream of frustration, cursing herself for not removing her shorts or bikini bottoms the second they stopped. She was soaking, beyond ready, and if Craig didn't fuck her soon she was going to die of sexual frustration. "Let's go," she panted. "I want you inside me now!" Maggie climbed back into her seat tearing both her bikini and tank top off simultaneously and tossed them into the backseat. She opened the driver side door, stood and slid her shorts and bikini bottoms down her legs. Maggie opened the rear door and threw the remainder of her clothing into the pile on the seat. Craig had watched as Maggie ripped off her clothes with growing arousal and amusement alike. She was in one of her demanding moods, which meant he was in for a wild ride. Maggie looked at him through the car, her breasts hanging invitingly, swaying in the air in time to her body movements. "Why are you still sitting there exactly? You have ten seconds to get your naked ass over here and fuck me senseless before I go find someone who will." He knew she was deathly serious. Craig was out of the car and around the back of it before Maggie had time to crawl into the backseat and lay down. He stood in the open door, looking at Maggie who was laying on the backseat. Her left leg was wedged on the ledge by the rear window and her right was draped over the driver's seat headrest. He watched as she lay there, spread wide open like an all you can eat buffet just waiting for him. Her juices were pooling in her opening before running downward between the cheeks of her ass. As if this sight alone wasn't exquisite torture enough, Maggie ran her hands down over her torso, first massaging her breasts then down over her flat stomach to her beautiful bald pussy where she separated the lips to further expose herself to him before plunging two of her own fingers into her aching cunt. Maggie moaned at the renewed penetration and maintained eye contact with Craig as she finger fucked herself. Maggie withdrew her dripping fingers and brought them to her mouth where she licked off the tips before thrusting them into her mouth and sucking them clean. Craig's knees almost buckled as he watched Maggie suck her own sexual essence from her fingers. She knew she was being a dirty little slut, and she didn't care. As a matter of fact, she reveled in it. She loved the way Craig was looking at her, like he was going to eat her alive. She sucked the last of her juices from her fingers, pumping them in and out of her mouth, mimicking the movement she had just performed with her vagina. "Mmmmmmm, it tastes so good Craigy. You going to come play now?" she crooned as she watched him watch her. Craig reacted as if a switch had been flipped. He pulled off his board shorts, threw them onto the trunk, and lunged into the car. He settled himself onto Maggie's body just as he sunk himself to the hilt into her warm, wet, welcoming womb. There was no longer time for pretense or foreplay. He was going to ream that tight little cunt and make that bitch scream. Maggie did just that as she screamed out her pleasure. Craig simply began pounding his hard cock into her. This was what she had waited all day for. "Uuuuuhhhh, oh God yes Craig. Fuck me, fuck me hard, pound my pussy and make me scream! Uuuuuhhhhh." She panted. She moaned and thrashed beneath Craig, clawing at his back and shoulders as she felt every bit of friction between their bodies, every deep powerful stroke into her pussy. With each stroke Craig bottomed out within her, the large head of his long, full cock striking her cervix, causing just a little bit of pain. Maggie was invigorated by the added sensation, no longer sure what was pain and was pleasure. She lifted her hips in time to Craig and met him stroke for every deep stroke. They slammed their pelvises into one another, rutting together like two wild, insatiable animals. There were no thoughts, no plans, no awareness of their surroundings, just the sensations, the pleasure, the pure animal instinct that takes over when two people seek nothing but their mutual satisfaction, when they want nothing else in the world but to fuck. Craig devoured Maggie's mouth as he pounded into her body. She tasted of her own light, musky sexual arousal. Craig loved that taste, he had become addicted in the last few weeks and was always looking for more. Craig reared back slightly from her, separating only their mouths and torsos while he continued to slam relentlessly into her. He brought his mouth down to her breast and while she was expecting a kiss or a suckle, as Craig was always a relatively gentle lover, she wasn't prepared for the sensation that shot through her as Craig bit down hard on her nipple and proceeded to worry it like a junkyard dog with his favorite bone. This new added torment sent Maggie spiraling over the edge and she was completely unprepared as she felt the muscle spasms violently racking her body just as the orgasm ripped through her and seemed to fracture time itself. As Maggie screamed out her climax, the muscles of her vagina constricted around Craig's jack hammering cock, making her tighter, increasing the friction on his painfully sensitive shaft as it was bathed with even more of her slick fluid. Craig felt the already precarious hold he had on his control shatter. The tingling started in his balls and with two more forceful thrusts, he grunted as he felt the dam explode outward and his third load of cum for the day shot up his cock and into Maggie's welcoming pussy. Craig was paralyzed as he felt the overwhelming sense of euphoria coupled his own violent muscle spasms that signified his release rip through his body before he finally collapsed onto Maggie and simply lay there. They both could do nothing but rest and relearn how to breathe. When they finally separated, their skin pulled apart with a slight wet, sucking noise. Their sweat and other bodily fluids had combined with the heat and friction of their frantic coupling to create an odd type of adhesive. Craig slid his way down Maggie's body stopping at both her nipple and still saturated pussy to give them a few light licks and nibbles along way before he climbed out of car. Maggie moaned incoherently in response to the stimulation, "Please Craig, I can't take any more. I think you may have killed me. Aaahhh!" Craig chuckled to himself at Maggie's apparent state of incapacitation and proceeded to get himself cleaned up before again donning his shorts which were still waded up on the trunk where he had thrown them in his haste. With all of Maggie's energy well and truly sapped, as always happened after such a thorough fucking, she managed to find and gather enough to throw her green shorts and white tank top back on.They both had conveniently been crushed under her ass during their frantic coupling, so the movement required to retrieve and pull them on was minimal. The soft cotton materials of both were almost painful as they abraded her hypersensitive skin and nipples. She then slowly climbed between the front seats and settled herself back into the driver's seat as Craig closed the rear door and circled behind the car to reassume his position as copilot. As they each snapped their seatbelts into place their eyes caught and they leaned into each other once more, their lips met in a soft, yet thoroughly satisfying kiss. They reluctantly broke apart as Maggie started the engine and began navigating the car back out towards Interstate 4 which would take them home. The radio clicked on just as the chorus of one of Maggie's favorite songs started, Nine Inch Nails 'Closer'. They listened as Trent Resnor's deep voice sang over the throbbing beat, "I want to fuck you like an animal! I want to feel you from the inside! I want to fuck you like an animal!" Craig and Maggie looked at each other and burst out laughing. No song could have been more appropriate as that is exactly what they had been doing not ten minutes before. They picked up the refrain and started singing along as Maggie merged onto the highway. 'Yeah, this had been a wonderful idea,' she thought to herself again. Sun, Sand, and Sin "You've got to be kidding me." Krissy sighed heavily and kicked the door shut to her bedroom. It seemed to be the only place that she could relax after a long day of confusing classes, merging text in books, long and boring speeches from professors. She wanted so badly to just give up but knew her parents would kill her. Nobody said that college was going to be easy. Krissy now leaned back in bed and was beginning to have second thoughts. She sipped on an iced coffee drink, the new "in" beverage and turned on the tv only to hear a loud knock on the door. "Ugh. Give me a break!" she whined to herself. She was feeling so lost and alone. "Krissy, you home?" "Yeah Dad, I'm home." "Could you come down and help me with the groceries?" "I just took off my shoes and I am real busy ..." she looked around, thinking of an excuse " I'm studying for this exam." the pop music channel was muted. "Please? It'll take two minutes." "God, okay, okay! I'm coming." Krissy jumped up and put on some cheap sandals. She opened the door to her smiling father. "That's my girl." "Bite me, Dad." Krissy smirked while she ran down the stairs and out the door. George watched his daughter run down the stairs in her barely there shorts and tank top, and had flashbacks of the little brunette girl who always wore pigtails and sun dresses. He shook his head and asked himself where THAT Krissy had gone. He peered into her bedroom and saw the tv on mute. "Some studying." he muttered to himself. All the stress of the office, his company rumored of people being laid off soon, all the bitching from his ex-wife. Nothing a good hard drink wouldn't soothe away....if only for a few moments. He met his daughter at the staircase, her arms were covered with plastic bags she could barely lift. "I was coming down, you didn't have to grab all of that." he pulled some bags off of her arms and they both went into the kitchen to load the fridge. "It doesn't matter Dad, I don't have all day! As a matter of fact I don't have any free time anymore." his girl rolled her eyes and sighed. "Not with all this fuckin homework." "Watch it." "It's true.. I don't even want to do this anymore. I can't go out, I don't even have time to date any guys. All of my friends are having so much fun, and I'm totally wasting my time with school." she threw a hand up and shoved the milk in the fridge. "Your mother...and I.. we both work so that you can go to school and have a good life...it'll be worth it.. I promise. And, besides, what's wrong with not being able to date? It's an added bonus for your old man." George grinned, trying to reassure Krissy, but wasn't sure if what he was saying was really true. His ex-wife had took him for everything he had 4 years ago, and he was in a sense supporting her and her new boyfriend, who was young enough to be her own son. His job seemed to be falling apart. As was, appearantly, his car out in the driveway. George glanced out the window and frowned. "All I want...is a break...please Dad?" She gave him her biggest blue eyes and a sweet smile. What a tease. "a...a vacation! on a beach, in the sun, with my tooooes in the sand" she laughed. "Summer break... I have to do something...maybe with the girls." and just as quick as Krissy Benson had run down the stairs, she was already back up them, giving a loud slam to her bedroom door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ George quickly poured himself a scotch and slouched into his chair. It was already dark. Where'd today go? Where'd his life ago, was more like it. He took a generous sip from his glass and grimmaced. Then, his mind went back to earlier that day, his daughter talking about all she wanted, sun, beaches, sand, friends. What did he want? Well...there were a few things he could think of. He looked around almost as if he didn't recognize his own house, his own den. The retreat from his problems. The room devoted to the smell of cigars and alcohol. It was there he kept a stash of a few dirty magazines, to indulge in images of beautiful young women. Things he hadn't been subject to in a very long time. It had been so long since George had a good fuck. The last time he felt a womans touch was just once after his wife, one of Krissy's friend's mothers. She'd die if she ever had found that one out. It had even been awhile since he had looked at these girls. All of these lovely young tits infront of his face. This was his vacation. This was George's sun, beaches, and sand. These were lately - his only friends. A tiny petite blonde with pert nipples was shown straddling a rugged mans cock. Her lips painted hooker red, and even the heels on her feet, though cliche, all fit into George's head nicely, filling his mind with lustful, longing wishes. He felt his cock begin to stiffen. He thought of having a young girl to love himself. A dream that seemed unattainable at this point in his life. He took another big drink and slammed the glass down reaching for the zipper of his pants. He took his cock out into his hand and started to rub up and down, squeezing the top, pulling, thinking of getting fucked like the stubbly man in the book before him. George laid his head back while flashes of bouncing tits danced through his head. He began to run his hand faster up and down his now extremely hard cock. It wasn't going to take long. "Ah, fuck." he sighed. He thought of a silky wet pussy on him. A girl giving him all of her. A young, beautiful woman, loving him, touching him, sucking him. Thick white streams began spurting from his cock onto his stomach and he sunk into his chair. He began to pour another drink and heard a knock at the door. Krissy walked right in with her book in hand and was talking a thousand miles a minute - but George heard nothing. He was in a panic. He was covered in his own cum, and his daughter had just barged in! "Krissy!" he yelled "What the hell are you doing, you know you are supposed to knock first! You can't just come barging in here like that. Jesus. You're going to give me a heart attack" he was clearly bothered by her being there. She looked at him with wide eyes, he was covering his lap with an undershirt. Her face turned a bright red. She didn't know what she had walked in on but she had a few ideas. In all her glory, she tried to act cool. "I did knock first. I just figured I'd be allowed to come in, too...you know like a warning or something.. Sorry, I'll just come back later." George has calmed a little and shook his head. He was fully covered, but so embarrassed and red. "No.. I'm sorry, was it important?" "I just had a question to ask. I can't figure out this stupid math problem." "Uh...well just give me a minute, and I'll be out to help you...just... going to finish this smoke." Krissy stared at the floor, thoughts swirling through her head. She was so embarassed. "Okay Dad. See you in a minute." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ George thought a long time the next morning about what had happened the night before. He had been so shocked and paniced when Krissy charged in. He felt guilt..remorse. He had tried to get his daughter to look up to him for such a long time. To respect him. Appreciate all he tried to give her for her entire life, and yet, he was now afraid that he was losing her too. He could only imagine she knew exactly what he had been doing, and that she was disgusted with him. But he needed her, more than anyone else in his lonely life. He thought of something he could do for the both of them...maybe it was time for some sun, beaches, and sand. And as all the sinful air sank into the Benson house, George and Krissy began to let what had happened the night before consume them. Krissy opened her sleepy eyes and looked to the alarm clock, giving it a good "smack!". It was 8:00am. "Ugh..." she stretched out her long thin legs and rolled over out of bed slowly. Her mind went instatly to the night before. She had not gotten a lot of sleep. She couldn't forget what she had walked in on. She knew what she had walked in on. It was more than anything to her - sad. She knew her Dad must have been so lonely. There was nothing she could say or do now though...not without making the both of them more uncomfortable. After a hot shower and a change into a cute outfit, it was time for some breakfast. "Goodmorning, old man." she grinned and bit into some hot toast. "We need to talk." "What about?" She froze, the nerves were starting to get to her...some paranoia. "Well...I have been thinking... about what you and I talked about. If you want, I was wondering if you would go away with me. A trip to the beach, like you said. Just curious... I know you really wanted to go with friends, but...who is kidding...we need a break from this." he tossed a newspaper on the table. "What do you say kid?" "So you're telling me that I have an oppurtunity to blow off school for a week and swim and sleep in and you expect me to say anything but yes?! OF COURSE I will go!" she squeeled and smiled, hugging her father tightly. "When?" Her eyes sparkled. She was such a beautiful young woman. George thought he had done pretty well after all. He smiled. "This weekend to start...go ahead and pack, I'll call the airlines for some tickets...I have to find a hotel on the coast, too." "Okay, okay. I can't wait! So uh, okay. I'm going to pack! Okay?! Ha! I sound like a retard. I'll be done in like, 10 minutes flat. I can't wait to get the hell out of here." She was gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Krissy!" He yelled up the stairs. "You ready? We have to go if we want to catch that flight." "I'm coming! I just wanted to find this pair of sandals mom bought me. They're new!" She grinned and flaunted her feet around to model them. "Cute. How much were they?" He smirked. His ex was really something. He was sure it was probably money that she'd gotten from him anyways. He felt a sticky feeling in his chest. "Let's go hon." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I know it isn't much... " George began about a small hotel room next to the beach. Two beds. One bathroom. One window. "But we won't be in here much anyways." "Dad, it's fine. You think I don't know how much Mom milked out of you? I know you'd have done better if you could. You're right though, I am on my way to the beach right now. Wanna come?" Krissy was trying to lure her lonely handsome father out to the beach. She hoped that maybe, even if only for a day, he would find someone to have a little fun with. He deserved it. And she felt just awful about the other night. "Uh... I don't know, I mean - " "Now." She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door. "What kind of bathing suit is that? You really think it's appropriate to walk around in something so...invisible?" He choked. "Oh GOD Dad, really? I'm an adult now. I like the stares. " she grinned. "Don't I look good in it?" "Of course. You're very pretty. You know that." "Now everyone else will know too!" she joked. The beach was beautiful. And it was such a nice day, the waves rolling, and the sun glistening on the water like a sea of diamonds. The sand felt hot under their feet and they each sat up their own chairs to soak up the sun. There were sounds of seagulls barking in the distance, and laughter of children, and adults alike. Bells and horns from the busy streets behind. All of the vendors giving a shout to get rid of their product. Finally, for the first time in so many years, George was on a real vacation. So far away was all of his problems now. Reality too, was miles and miles away. "Oh, Krissy bell..." he sighed. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" "Because you're cheap." she laughed. "You should have persuaded me more." he grinned. "I need a drink." He got up. He was already starting to tan. He browsed the beach shore and sighed. If only he were 10, 20 years younger. All of those beautiful young women parading around. All in "invisible" bathing suits, barely there patches over their breasts, and bottoms. All of them probably easy to liquer up. George took a deep breath and headed toward the bar. For the first time in years, George ordered a fruity iced drink, to go down smooth in the heat. To make him feel more loose. He closed his eyes and sank into the chair by the hotel pool. "Mr. Benson!" a familiar voice shrilled. "Don't you think it defeats the purpose of being on vacation at a BEACH when you are busy getting blasted at the pool." "Krissy, why are you back already? Go get your sand crab fix." He was always openly clever and raunchy when he was drinking. How many had he had already? He couldnt really concentrate. "Shut up." Krissy sneaked down beside him and poured herself a glass. "Can't a girl get a drink around here, too? I'm sure I could have asked anyone on the beach, but then what would you do with some old man groping at your daughter?" she smiled. "This is strong." her face twisted at the first sip. "It's not meant for little girls." "You wonder why I turned out the way I did? I learned everything from you, Dad." Krissy grinned. "All the humor and wit. And tit." she poked at her Dads chest. The sun was already settling in the sky above them. It would dissapear behind the buildings soon. George looked at his daughter, laying with a drink resting on her stomach. His memory flooded. She was...so beautiful. Her skin was so smooth looking, and her long hair she had dyed dark brown to stand out. She sure could stand out. Her eyes were a deep ocean green color and her curves...his mind drifted to her walking in on him, and his thoughts turned to shame. "I couldn't possibly be thinking like that...not about her." He knew he needed to cut back on the drinking. He retired to his room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Krissy opened her eyes to find herself alone by the pool. Her ice had melted in her drink, and the first stars were showing in the dusky sky. "Mmm..." she stretched and sighed. "Way to leave me to the vultures." She peaked at the men on the other side of the pool...they were drooling over her. She decided to give them a show. She slowly stood up and bit her bottom lip....she stepped into the pool and her nipples hardened in the cool water. Krissy slowly walked around to the other side, pulling her wet tresses back and asking in a soft small voice to an older man "Can I get a beer?" The man almost fell into the pool he was so excited to give her what she asked. "You shouldn't be drinking and swimming. You should come out...sit by me." He smiled. "I'm not that drunk, buddy." Krissy swirled around and got back out of the pool, swaying her hips from side to side as she walked into the hotel room. Her Dad looked to be sleeping. Already? She laughed. Passed out, maybe. She saw a new bottle of bahama mama by the bedside. The moonlight peaked in to the room and her fathers skin glowed underneath. "Oh Dad..." she sighed. "You deserve so much more...."she touched his shoulder softly and held him for a moment, thoughts swirling, she bit her lip, sinking into bed. Shower time, she thought. And so she turned on the hot water and stepped in. The new body wash they had bought earlier smelled so great, she couldnt wait to use it. As she stepped out and into a towel, she heard a soft knock. "You about done Krissy?" George mumbled. He had woke from his mini nap. "Yeah Dad. Go ahead." She walked out of the bathroom, keeping a towel around her. She went and sat by the window looking out and brushing her hair. He stepped out and began to speak. "You shouldnt be walking around in a towel like that in my room....could give people the wrong idea." he laughed, half jokingly. "Sorry...nothing you haven't seen before though." "Well..." he choked. "I haven't seen you like ...this." Her lips were numb feeling and she took another drink of beer. "Do you ever wonder what I look like? If I look like mom? If I look like ...a stranger?" she stared outside. "Krissy..." he came and sat beside her patting her shoulder and smiling. "I think you have drank a little much for our very first night....you keep it up, you won't be able to enjoy the rest of the time we have." "I haven't had that much to drink. I am curious... I think...well... you know, what I mean is don't you ever want to think of girls my age?" "Girls your age are not ..you." "What's different about them?" "They aren't you Kris." He swept back and sat on the bed. "I think it's time to get some sleep." "Don't avoid me Dad.....Dad?.." she could tell he was sleeping. "Ugh..men." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ George woke from a dream he could not remember. Looked at the cheap alarm clock beside his stiff hotel bed. 3:00am. He looked out the window, and then over to the bed beside him where his daughter was lying. She slept so innocently. Thoughts swirled in his head. Bad thoughts. What was she getting at? What could she have been trying to insinuate? What did she know? Had she walked in and saw his magazines of all those young girls? Did she think of what she walked in on when he was getting off? How could she be so tempting. But most of all, was she genuine in asking, or was she accusing? He grimmaced and shook his head....and then.. he got up and sat on the side of Krissy's bed. He shook her shoulder. "Dad?" Krissy stretched sleepily and rolled to see her father looking at her. "I think...every man... likes the idea of a younger woman to love. It doesn't make me sick. I just... you have to know that Kris. I am a normal 45 year old. Maybe you could call it a mid-life crisis if you wanted. I'm sorry if that dissapoints you but -" "I know how men are Dad. I wasn't trying to upset you...I just.. I want you to be happy. You're so damn miserable, all the time...and there isn't anything I can do. I feel sometimes I am just too much trouble." "You aren't trouble...you're the only thing that I have to keep me sane Krissy bell..." George brushed her hair from her face and caressed her cheek softly. "You're so beautiful and smart... and I'll be losing you soon, when you find out it's so much better when you flee the nest so to speak." "You won't be losing me Dad.." Krissy felt so much emotion...it was overwhelming...the moonlight drifting into their hotel room, and placing a glow on her bed. She wondered why she had opened her mouth. She wondered what she was beginning to feel. All she wanted was to reach out and touch him, to hold him, and to nurture him, as he had done for her for so long. "I don't even think of being away from you..." she softly placed her hand on his thigh and looked up at him. Her heart was beginning to race. What was happening? This was a turning point for her and her father, George. "I don't know...you're so young...you have so much to see and learn...I certainly won't hold you back." George sighed. And then, Krissy began to sit up and she touched her fathers shoulder and looked into his eyes, her eyes were sparkling with moisture as if she could burst into tears at any moment. "What if I wanted you to hold me?" She spoke so softly in a whisper, her voice pierced George in a way he could not have imagined in his dreams. This couldn't be happening. His will wasn't strong enough to hold back his daughter....a woman...a beautiful young woman...who was, honestly, better than any magazine whore he had spent time with. "Kris....I don't think that this is.. I don't know.. I should be getting back to bed here..this... isn't right..." He could barely speak. His mouth and throat were dry, like God was sending down miniature bolts of lightning into his chest. His heart skipped. He began to back away when Krissy touched his face and pushed her soft pouty lips into his. He didn't really know what to do. He felt like some kind of virgin school boy, but at the same time, he knew this was his daughter, and he knew they were both lonely for a long time, and he didn't want to take advantage of her, but he was such a broken man. Then, it came to him that it was her who had kissed him, and with that notion...he began to kiss back. Sun, Sand, and Sin Krissy sank into her fathers lips, and in her mind, it was as if this was a dream. She got on her knees to reach him and put her hands on his face to hold him close. She thought of all the time between them, a secret lying beneath the surface. Both of them keeping it from one another. And now, there was no secret, it was nothing but truth....from the both of them, melting into a promise. She ran her hands down her fathers bare chest and peaked her tongue against his. She was very flustered, and her cheeks turned red with heat and passion. George pushed his daughter away from the kiss and looked into her eyes. Krissy held onto his arms and looked back with lust, and more than anything - love. "We can't do this.." George was crumbling; Trying to find lines between right and wrong..which at this point were non existant. "Please don't stop me." Krissy begged and looked up to kiss his jawline, holding his waist, still on her knees. "Please hold me...." her pleas did not go unheard. Her father slowly turned onto the bed and wrapped his strong arms around her tiny body. He began to kiss her slowly and sensually, making sure to put love into each kiss against her beautiful lips. "Dad..." Krissy whispered up into her father's ear. "I want to be with you...I want you to want to be with me... please." she nibbled the lobe with her hot whispers and then, leaned back into the bed, pulling her father towards her. George looked down at the goddess that lay before him, bathed in moonlight, with a baggy tshirt and small boyshorts covering her. Starlight danced on her long legs and his hands traced her stomach. He was lost now, more than ever. He began to touch her stomach under her shirt, and leaned into her body with his own, now ontop of his own daughter, kissing into her small mouth, pushing into her tiny body. He was growing very hard and his tent pushed into his little girl's stomach. He raised her shirt over her gorgeous breasts, and saw her tiny pink nipples sticking out. George leaned into his daughter's breast and began to nibble and suck like a child. With each kiss along one breast, he groped and pinched the other, holding and squeezing in his rugged hands. Krissy squirmed beneath him. "Oh my god." she sighed. "Oh my god, please, touch it...please Dad, touch me." she moved her legs down the back of his and felt his hardness sticking against her. "mmm, that feels so good...you feel so hard. Did I make you this hard Dad? Or has it just been so long?" she grinned. Her wit wasn't all lost in the moment. And that made her father happy, she could tell by his smile, and his more painful bite to her nipple. "Fuck." She cried. Krissy felt a rough, worked hand slipping under the band of her boyshorts and she closed her eyes and leaned back. It felt so good, and right, to have someone who loved her so much to be sucking her tits and touching her pussy. George's hand was like a deadly snake slithering into his Krissy's shorts. Her pussy was bare, soft, and smooth. He could already tell she was very wet. His finger teased over her slit, up slowly, down slowly, and her pussy enveloped his fingertips. He began to swirl it around slowly, but firmly. Her pussy felt so good and hot, wet. Her little clit stuck to the tip of his fingers and he kept fucking her with his hand. Moans escaped his daughter's lips and he thought she may explode beneath him. He nibbled and nibbled her nipples and fingered her furiously. He was surprised to hear her say stop. "Wait!" Krissy groaned. "I won't be able to last with you touching me like that. Wow..you're so amazing, I could have never imagined. Let me touch you, please." Krissy sat up and pushed her father away and down. She stood before him and lowered her boyshorts off, she was now completely naked before him. Krissy took off her father's boxers and took out his beautiful hard cock. She was amazed and drooling over him. "It's so big." She laughed "Isn't that what I'm supposed to say?" "I don't want you to say...I want you to touch it." George's hands guided his daughter's onto his raging cock and helped with the first few strokes. He was in heaven. It had been so long since another womans hands had been on him...and in such a passionate way. And to have it be such a beautiful young girl...the most beautiful to him, his own little girl, touching and groping at him. He watched as her strokes turned her on even more, and he saw his daughter's head lower onto his cock. Her tongue darted down the length and back up, swirling around the top. She was so hungry for him. He reached down to touch her thigh and try to touch her pussy as she sucked him off. Her head bopped up and down, her hands stretched over his chest holding onto him, expertly licking and sucking like some kind of pro. He had reservations when he thought of her with other guys, but he knew she was of the age. His mind went from fatherly to lustful at the drop of a pin. She was moaning into his cock, humming vibrations against it, she was so turned on, as was he who was grunting under her, grinding up into her face. "Do you like having me suck you off Daddy?" she asked, sounding so small and innocent. It sent chills through him. "Yes...Yes I like having your mouth on me baby.." he groaned. " I could shoot cum any moment.. I could cum allover your face Krissy." "Mmm, Daddy, I don't think so...not yet.. I said I wanted you." Krissy raised her head and climbed ontop of her father to kiss his lips. Her whispers were sinful and sweet. "I really...want you.." She felt his hand squeeze her tit, and the other brushing the back of her ass, pulling her body into his. "Please...will you fuck me?" George couldn't understand at this point. He didn't know where or who he was, or who he was with. He didn't know if that made it easier or harder. He was lost in a dark new world. "Is that what you want honey...for your Dad to fuck you?" "Yes...I want to feel your cock in me...it's so hard, I need to feel it in me...Here..." she teasingly pointed between her legs, and she scooted back down the bed and laid on her back, spreading her legs to him so he could get a view. "God, Kris...you're so bad baby.. " He thought for a few moments and then quickly climbed onto her, kissing her allover again, loving her and holding her body against him tight, feeling her pert little tits push into his chest. "Put it in. Please" Krissy moaned into her fathers chest. "I need it." George squirmed around on his daughter, and just like a magnet, his cock found the opening to his little girl's pussy. She was so wet and hot and dripped onto the head of his cock as he slowly pushed it in. It was warm and soft, enveloping him as he pulled back out and found his way back in. He was really fucking his own daughter. He was so sick. But he didn't care anymore. He thought he'd rot in hell, but aslong as he could replay this in his mind it would be worth it. His cock stretched her pussy out and filled it nicely. She was really tight, milking him as he fucked into her. "Fuck me Dad...oh yeah.. just like that, oh my god." She panted as if she were in heat, and grabbed up onto his back with her hands, holding him as he fucked her. He kissed her and began to fuck a little harder. "God baby you're so wet...does Daddy make you wet Krissy?" "Yes Daddy...oh fuck you make me so wet...so hot." she grinded into him. "Can't you tell how naughty you make me feel? I am such a bad girl Dad. For you, all of me for you." She spread her legs even wider and her tits bounced beneath George's face. He was slamming into her pussy and sweat began to drip off of his head. "Shit hon.. I am close.. I want to cum in you." "Mmm, Dad. Yeah I'd like that. I want you to cum in my pussy." she squeeled. She was close too, shivering beneath him, clenching his cock with her pussy. "Go ahead....cum in me Daddy." "Oh fuck...say it again Krissy bell...say it." George grunted. "Cum in my pussy Daddy, I wanna feel you shoot it in me, please...fuck me...fuck me...oh my god, Dad..I'm gonna cum with you..just shoot it...fuck." "Oh God Kris... oh my God I'm gonna cum." George shuddered and fucked into her pussy with everything he had. He could feel the familiar twitch in his cock and he could tell she was cumming, it brought him over the edge aswell. "Oh Krissy, I'm cumming...oh shit I'm cumming in you baby." "Daddy, fuck..oh my god, Dad.. cum in me... oh yeah! yeah..yeah...oh my god." She convulsed and quivered beneath him...and they both sunk into the bed...her father kissed her forehead softly and looked into her eyes. "Krissy..." he sighed.. "You're... so great...thank you so much." "I love you Dad..are you happy?" " I'm happy baby...happy that we have 6 more days of vacation." he smiled and saw her face grin, and they knew that this wasn't the end up what had happened. Both were happier now, the loneliness was gone, as was the stress of home...it made them think they should never go back to their podunk town. Sun, Sand and Sophie The sun blazed down on me as I was bored sitting on the beach, deciding however that my decision to choose Cannes as my destination was probably the right one. I had won holiday vouchers as a bonus from work and, as I was single at the time and wanted a break as quickly as possible, decided to book the next two weeks off. I wasn't surprised when I checked and found none of my mates could get time off on such short notice; I had expected as much and wasn't worried about going on my own, so long as I chose the right place. Somewhere quiet, but still with a decent night-life and where I wouldn't feel too out of place. I didn't need to worry about money after having worked so hard in recent months that both my overtime and bonus pay had mounted up nicely without me having the time to spend it. The travel agent had recommended Cannes as somewhere that would be hot and sunny at this time of year with plenty to do but without the "Brits abroad" feel of the popular Spanish destinations. I spoke fairly decent French but hadn't used it since school some ten years earlier so was a little rusty but figured a phrasebook and some practice should have me back into it in no time. My hotel looked excellent, 4 stars with a huge pool, my room had its own balcony and was situated a couple of minutes walk from the beach. I had obviously been hugely excited about this unexpected holiday but now I was there I was definitely bored on my own. It was my second day, I had spent the first wandering round the town and exploring a little. Other than a couple of cool little cafés that I stopped in, there wasn't much for me. It seems other than the film festival, not a lot happens in Cannes. In the evening I had eaten at the hotel (which for once was as good as had been described), and then decided to go look for somewhere to have a few drinks and hopefully some attractive young ladies to chat to. Instead my accent was recognised by the barman in the first bar I went to -- he had lived in the north of England for a few years -- so I ended up spending the night sitting at the bar chatting with him and the cute barmaid, who turned out to be his girlfriend. We got along well, the bar was quiet so we spent most of the evening chatting on, me practising my French occasionally but mostly relying on Jean-Christophe and Lucille's far superior English skills. It became obvious we were fairly similar in our attitudes and social habits so I felt comfortable enough to ask if they knew where I would be able to get pot while I was staying there. "Mais oui, no problem my friend" said JC as he preferred to be called. "I can have it dropped off here for you, how much do you need?" I was a fairly regular smoker at home and as I was here for 10 days in total I figured I would probably get through a decent amount of it so asked if he could get me a half ounce. JC laughed at this but said it wouldn't be a problem. The bar was now empty apart from me so he made a call, talking quickly in French so I only caught bits of it until he held his hand over the mouth piece and told me that It would be 200 euros, however it was top quality and the dealer would guarantee exactly 14 grams. It was more than I would have paid at home but I was on holiday and had the money so agreed immediately. The dealer arrived 20 minutes or so later, thankfully a young stoner lad called Marc rather than some French gangster type. The weed looked as good as promised so I handed over the cash and suggested the four of us have a smoke since the bar was still empty. JC and Lucille agreed without hesitation as it was not long before they were due to close anyway, JC locking the door from the inside before showing us through the back and upstairs onto a small terrace. We sat for a few hours getting high and enjoying each other's company before we were all too stoned and half drunk to continue. I left with a promise to visit JC and Lucille in the bar again next week as they were away for the weekend, and with Marc's phone number saved on my mobile "just in case I run out." So there I was lying on the beach wearing just a pair of black shorts and sunglasses, wondering if it would be safe enough to have a joint or if the mostly middle aged couples dotted around the beach would notice and say anything. Eventually I decided to wander a little further up behind a rocky outcrop and was delighted to find another beach, tiny but with only one other person visible. It was a young redhead lying on her front wearing a backless black swimsuit. I smiled as I took in her curves from a distance, she was wonderfully rounded but not chubby and her arse looked fantastic from where I was. I laid down by bag and towel a respectable distance away, taking out my weed (now in a smaller bag with the rest back in my hotel room) and lying down on my front to skin up. I took my time rolling, distracted by the flame haired beauty about 30 metres or so to my left. She appeared to be engrossed in a book so I took the chance to check her out a little more, she looked fantastic. Her suit was cutaway at the sides as well which I guessed meant not much material on the front to support her far-from-small looking breasts. The suit mostly covered her ass which looked smooth and inviting, not big but perfectly shaped on top of long, beautifully toned legs. I finished rolling and lit my joint, getting my book and to settle down and read for a while, basically in heaven as I indulged two of my favourite pastimes (getting stoned and reading) with the occasional glance over at a scantily clad young lady. After I few minutes I put my book down to have a drink and relight the joint and noticed that the girl had changed position and was now lying facing toward me on her side, still reading. When I sparked the lighter however I saw her look over and I turned to catch her her eye. "Smoke?" I asked, holding the lit joint toward her slightly. "Mmm.. yes please" came the reply in English. She stood and walked over to me, lying down her towel and bag next to mine. She looked stunning, as I had thought she seemed to have lovely breasts, full and firm in the tight material of the swimsuit with just the faintest outline of nipple poking through. She was wearing large sunglasses but looked really pretty, her long red hair tumbling over her shoulders and looking amazing in the bright sunlight. I had always had a thing for redheads and this girl was those dreams made real. For my part, I'm tall (6'5"), slim built but well toned, with shoulder length dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. I'm naturally not very hairy so I was clean shaven and my chest is completely smooth. "How did you know I was British?" I asked as she sat down and I handed her the spliff. "I didn't, but you're reading an English book so I figured you would speak it at least. I'm Sophie by the way." I told her I was Chris and asked how come she was in Cannes. She told me she lived on a boat and had spent most of the last year moored in England but had decided to come here a few months earlier. I thought this was incredibly cool and we chatted about it for while and I explained why I was there. "So where did you get this weed from if you've only been here a day? I've been here months and can only get crap." "Haha, I have a nose for it!" preferring to remain enigmatic about where I had got it until I got to know her a little better. "Shall we have another one? I'm on holiday and getting stoned on a beach with a beautiful girl is just about as good as it gets" I flirted shamelessly, hoping she wouldn't be put off. Instead she giggled and agreed, much to my relief. We fell into an easy conversation about our respective backgrounds and interests. From the stories we both told it was clear we shared a love of partying and, I got the impression, sex. We talked about former partners and she hinted that hers were not all men though she wasn't seeing anyone at present. The conversation flowed on and soon we were giggling away about various daft drunken occurrences on nights out and at parties. My student years had been fairly wild, with lots of nights spent at techno clubs or massive house parties taking ecstasy and smoking large amounts of weed. Sophie seemed intrigued by the ecstasy, admitting she had never tried it. I told her how much I enjoyed it but was always careful to only take small quantities as I preferred a nice buzz to feeling completely wrecked. I said I had taken it for the first time with friends who had been doing it for a while and would only recommend to anyone that they try it for the first time with someone who had done it before. Not because of any of the perceived dangers but so they will be able to talk them through it as they start coming up for the first time, a really intense feeling that's amazing but the first time you experience it is a little weird. Its pretty quickly the best feeling in the world though, only a really amazing orgasm equals it. "So if we can get some will you take it with me?" Sophie asked me. "Yeah if you're sure I'd be happy to. Do you know anyone we can get any off though?" "I dunno, I have managed to get weed through a friend of a friend a couple of times so I could ask them." I had Marc's number so said I would try him first, thinking that even if he didn't have any, he would probably know someone who would. He answered after a few rings. "Hey man, have you smoked all that weed already?" he laughed; I was pleased he recognised the number and answered in such a friendly way. "No mate, its something else I'm looking for, for a night out. Me and a friend want some little things to have fun" I replied, hoping that as he had lived with JC in England for a while he would understand what I was hinting at. "Oh yeah man, you want pills or powder?" he said, sounding pretty stoned and being a lot more indiscreet on the phone than I would have expected. I opted for the pills as I assumed the powder would be cocaine, not a drug I'm fond of. Marc said it would take him a couple of hours or so to get them but said he would meet me in a bar near my hotel when he had. Sophie listened on with an excited look on her face. "He's getting some?" she asked as soon as I hung up. "Yep, just need to meet him in a couple of hours. Where's good to go round here on a night then? How about I take you out for dinner then we find a club where we can dance and get high?" "Sounds great" Sophie beamed back at me, lifting her sunglasses for the first time to show me her large brown eyes. I responded by also lifting my shades and we paused for a moment, staring into each other's eyes and growing the sexual chemistry further. "How about a last spliff before we head off then?" I said, breaking the silence before it got awkward. "Definitely, we should put some suncream on as well though" she replied, turning and stretching into her bag beside me, giving me a magnificent view of the side her breasts thanks to the cutaway swimsuit. "Here, let me get your back, we've been here a couple of hours without putting any on and you're starting to get pink." I was more than happy with that and rolled over on to my front, picking up the skins and weed as I did so. I began rolling the joint as Sophie squirted cold lotion on my back, giggling at my shivers. She straddled my backside, an unexpected but not unwelcome move, and began massaging the lotion into my shoulders. She took her time but it still felt over too quickly, however Sophie must have enjoyed what she was doing as she turned and began rubbing lotion into the back of my my legs. This didn't take long before she was asking if I had finished rolling the joint. "Yeah, just enjoying the feeling of your hands on me now." "Well turn over so I can do your front then" she said, lifting herself slightly to allow me to roll over. I drew breath as I saw the view: Sophie's gorgeous round ass, stretching against the black lycra as she rested on her knees just inches away from my face. She poured more lotion onto my legs and began to slowly run it in, seemingly gyrating her ass just a tiny amount. The suit came down across her ass and sat perfectly across her crotch, I could make out the faintest outline of her pussy lips but no hairs, making me wonder if she was waxed. This combined with Sophie's hands moving slowly up my legs to the bottom of my shorts to give me a rapidly growing erection. As Sophie was seated with her ass over my stomach she would be able to see this clearly in the loose fitting shorts so I tried to control it, but only a little. "And I thought I was just doing you a friendly favour and putting some sun cream on for you but it seems like you're enjoying this way too much!" She said in a flirting, jokey voice. "You legs are done now anyway, time for your chest." With this she stood and turned around, straddling me again but this time facing towards me, and with her crotch directly over mine, almost touching my tented shorts. She squirted more suncream onto my chest and slowly massaged it in, digging her nails in a little occasionally with a devilish look in her eye. I grinned back at her and put the joint in my mouth, lighting it and taking in a lungful of smoke. I felt incredible with Sophie's hands running all over my chest as I slowly exhaled, my cock getting harder as her nails dug in again. "You've got a fantastic body" she told me. "Thank you, so have you, I can't wait to return the favour" I said as I adopted my cheeky boy smile and raised my hips, grinding my cock into her slowly. She gasped lightly but pushed back, leaning backwards and pushing me down. I took another draw of the joint and gazed at her beauty while she continued to rub my chest. Despite how good it felt I was desperate to feel more of Sophie so I held the spliff out for her to take. "My turn!" I announced with almost childlike excitement in my voice, partly put on but not entirely. Sophie ground into my cock one last time then climbed off, lying down on her front. I picked up the sun cream and stepped over her, lowering myself down so my now very obvious erection was just above her ass cheeks. I squirted a line of the lotion between her shoulders and down her back to where the suit finished just above her ass, causing her to shiver and her ass to bounce against my cock. I immediately ran my hands along her back, spreading the cream out to the sides of her suit. I have long, slender fingers and have always been able to give great massages so I set about it like a massage. Sophie was propped on her elbows smoking the joint so I began massaging her shoulders, moving the straps of her swimsuit to the side with no objection from her. She sighed deeply as I began to massage her shoulders more firmly so I took this as my cue to lower my cock further, sliding it along the perfect outline between her asscheeks. "Your skin is so lovely and soft" I told her. "Your hands feel...amazing" was her husky, sensuous reply. "Time for your legs now though I'm afraid, don't want such fantastic specimens getting burnt if you're going to be showing them off later!" I said as I turned around, positioning myself midway along her back so I had a perfect view of her ass. "Who said I'm getting my legs out later?" Sophie joked back. "You mean I'm going to take you out for a fancy dinner then on clubbing and you're not even going to wear slinky little dress?" I asked in mock offence. "Maybe if you rub that cream into them as well as you did on my back then I will!" With that I placed a suncream covered hand on near each ankle and ran down toward her ass, stopping at the edge of her swimsuit with my hands lightly cupping each cheek. She gave her ass a little shake and opened her legs ever so slightly. I ran my hand back along her legs, starting at her ankles and slowly massaging cream all over her legs, focusing noticeably more on the inside of her thighs the higher I got. I stopped at her swimsuit line again, but this time with my fingers high on the inside of each thigh, on either side of her pussy but not touching it, continuing to massage gently. "Naughty boy" she told me, but shook her ass once, opening her legs further again. I slid my fingers up so my hands met over her pussy, continuing to press against it and build a gentle rhythm. Sophie moaned lightly so I kept going until she groaned much more noticeably. I slid my right hand away to the edge of her suit and lifted it, wondering if she would stop me but instead finding she opened her legs fully to give me more access. "Naughty girl" I told her as I pulled her suit aside, exposing her pussy to me. I softly pulled her ass cheeks apart, causing her sweet flower to open up for me, I could see her pink folds looked soaking. I confirmed this by sliding my finger along them until I felt her clit, just out of sight from my position but sticking out looking for attention. She shuddered as I pressed down on it. I flicked my finger across it lightly a couple of times, causing her to twitch and sigh. I ran my middle finger around her nubbin in little circles, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed until she started shaking. "Oooohhh.....yeeesssss" she exclaimed softly as she came. I moved my finger off her sensitive clitoris but moved it along her slit and slid it slowly into her soaking wet entrance. She felt incredibly tight and hot, my finger getting barely in to the knuckle before finding resistance. I began to move my finger in and out of her, sliding deeper until that one and another were moving in and out. Sophie began to move her hips in time to my fingers, obviously building to another climax. I kept my even pace, allowing her to move faster along my fingers. "God that feels great, you're going to make me cum again" she told me almost breathlessly. "Yeah, let me feel you cum again, feel how tight and wet you get around my fingers." With this she let out a cry, stifled by her hand and bucked her hips wildly. I kept my fingers fully inside her, feeling her pussy grip them like a vice while simultaneously getting wetter by the second. As her orgasms subsided I slid my fingers out and used my other hand to pull her swimsuit back across and give her a gentle tap on the backside. "And I've not even started on your front yet!" I announced as I stood to turn. She rolled over beneath me, looking blissful, with her sunglasses now back on, a huge smile, the shoulders of her swimsuit falling further down and a half of an unlit joint in her hand. "I think I need to smoke a little of this to recover after that!" "Aww, does that mean I can't sit here and fondle these magnificent breasts for a while?" I joked as I straddled her hips again and put the fingers I had just used to bring her to her orgasm into my mouth. "You taste fantastic by the way." "Oh, ok, you deserve some tits I suppose" was the winked reply, followed by her pulling down her swimsuit to show me her tits for the first time. They were just as magnificent as I had joked. Firm, full, not huge but certainly more than a handful and capped by gorgeous, and now very stiff, pink nipples. I put a hand to each and gently squeezed, marvelling in their softness as Sophie took a long draw on the spliff. I didn't notice her other hand move until I felt it sliding up the leg of my shorts to grasp my cock. I had been pretty much hard anyway but feeling her small hand grip tightly around it caused it to surge further, growing in her hand. "Fuck, you're huge, it just grew about two inches in my hand, I thought you were fully hard already!" At this point we were looking each other directly in the eye, albeit with sunglasses on. My hands were full of her tits and one of hers was wrapped round my cock as we leaned forward to kiss for the first time, deeply and passionately. "I need to feel you inside me" Sophie told me. Sun, Sand and Sophie This was just what I had been thinking. Sophie tugged at my shorts so I stood for second to all her to pull them off me completely, leaving me naked on the beach sporting a massive hard on. I sank back to my knees on her towel, lifting her legs as she raised her ass for me, allowing me to pull her swim suit off and take in her naked beauty. I could see her pussy was fully waxed and glistening with moisture, her clit poking out from between her lips. She lifted her legs to rest on my shoulders and grabbed my cock again, guiding it to her entrance and rubbing the tip against her lips. The heat and wetness coming from her pussy overwhelmed me as I pushed slowly inside her. "Oooooohhh" Sophie moaned as my 9 inch long, thick cock pushed her lips apart. "You feel so tight" I told her as I managed to slide around half my cock into her on the first push, before slowly drawing out and then in again. Her pussy was like a hot, wet vice around me, causing my cockhead to pulse inside her as I pushed further in. I slowly slid myself in to the hilt, feeling our pubic regions grind together and causing me to gasp at the heat and tightness of her while Sophie continued moaning softly. I slid all the way out again, balancing the head of my cock at her entrance for a moment before pushing my self fully in again, with more speed and force this time. I began fucking her at a steady pace, her legs over my shoulders and her fantastic tits bouncing around on her chest as the sun beat down on us. I couldn't believe my luck as I ploughed the gorgeous young redhead I had met just a couple of hours earlier. I ran my hands up and down her smooth legs as her wet pussy gripped my cock on each stroke. We continued in this steady rhythm for a few minutes, both of us revelling in the pleasure. "This is so erotic, I can't believe we're fucking on the beach in the middle of the day like this" I told Sophie as our eyes continued to lock onto each other through our sunglasses. "Yeah, it feels so naughty but sooooo good" she replied, reaching up for her ankles and pulling them back toward her. "Fuck me harder" was her demand with which I was happy to comply, drawing all the way out again before slamming my full hard length into her. I began fucking her hard and fast, causing both of our moans to become louder and more frequent. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up this pace for very long, my cock was throbbing and felt harder than it ever had been, the horniness only added to by Sophie's now constant moaning. "Do you want me to come inside you?" I asked as I felt my hot seed rising in my balls. Sophie could only nod and elicit a stuttering "y-yesss" in response. I slammed into her a final couple of times before my cock exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum into her hot, soaking pussy. I let out a roar as the initial burst went, collapsing on top of her legs panting as the rest of my spunk shot inside her. I bent down further to kiss Sophie, with her legs still on either side of her head. I marvelled at her flexibility as I slowly withdrew my cock, causing a small stream of of our combined juices to dribble between her swollen pussy lips and down toward her tight pink rosebud which was on perfect display to me. It was possibly the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Sophie let go of her ankles and moved her legs down so she was lying in a normal position on the towel, panting as beads of sweat ran all over her body and glistened in the sunlight. "Let me taste our juices" she said, reaching for my still hard cock. She took the tip into her mouth, struggling to fit it all in even as I deflated slightly. "Mmm, we taste so good" she told me with that devilish look on her face again. "We should get dressed and head off though." I passed Sophie her swim suit and grabbed my shorts, standing to pull them on and taking the opportunity to look round the beach. It appeared we were still alone, though to be honest we had both been so caught up in each other for the last hour that we would have had no idea if anyone had been watching. The thought of it turned me on even more. Sophie stood as well as she pulled her suit on. "I'm going to enjoy walking home to the boat with your spunk running out of my pussy and onto this material. I feel so hot and sticky." Just then my phone rang with Marc's number flashing. I answered and he told me he had the pills, could I meet him in the bar near my hotel in 30 minutes? After agreeing I hung up and pulled Sophie to me for a long, passionate kiss. "I've got to go meet Marc, where shall we meet tonight?" "How about I meet you at 8 o'clock at the bar where you're meeting Marc? My boat isn't far away so that should give me plenty of time to get ready for tonight." I agreed and after exchanging phone numbers we walked together to the edge of the beach where I headed along the short stretch of pavement while Sophie went the other way along to the marina. I stared back at her for a few moments, enjoying the movement of her sexy ass in the swim suit and knowing she would be able to feel my cum seeping out of her pussy and trying to leak through the material. I was now certain Cannes had been the correct decision for my holiday, and was looking forward to the rest of the evening with a sense of excitement I hadn't felt for ages. * This is only my second story so I appreciate any constructive feedback, or even just hearing if you enjoyed it!