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It was a gorgeous day and the sun was shining in a cloudless sky. As it was a Saturday and I had no other plans, I slipped into t-shirt and shorts, packed a few provisions into my car, and made my way down to my beach hut.
The beach hut was one of a dozen in a row, with allocated parking and fronting directly onto the beach. It was made of wood and pretty spartan inside, with a window to one side over which I had draped a curtain. Unlike most traditional seaside beach huts however, the whole row had pre-pay electricity and cold running water. There was no toilet but conveniently at the end of the row there was a toilet block for the general public. Inside I had furnished the hut with a large, sturdy table, three chairs, a small cupboard, and a small fridge. Sleeping overnight in the huts was against the rules but I suspected more than one of them was sometimes occupied by its owner, sleeping on the floor or on a camp bed.
I switched on the fridge and put my food and drink inside. I set up my sun lounger on the sand in front of my hut and sat there, pretending to read a book, while behind my dark glasses I scanned the beach for fit girls in their late teens or early twenties. I'm not a fan of milfs, I prefer them young.
Disappointingly, although the beach was quite busy, there were no subjects who immediately caught my eye. There were lots of families with young children running around, and a few middle-aged or elderly couples, but none that I particularly fancied for a fuck.
Purely because they were the loudest and most active, I found myself watching a gang of kids running around on the beach. There were about ten in all, although the numbers seemed to increase or decrease as members joined in or left. They seemed to be playing some sort of variant of tag involving a tennis ball. I guessed the kids originated from a nearby caravan park.
The most noticeable member of the gang was a girl in a fluorescent pink one-piece swimsuit. In addition to the lurid garment, she stood out because she seemed an inch or two taller than the other girls, and was perhaps a year or two older. I pondered how attractive she might have become in ten years time.
After a while, it got boring watching the kids and I started reading the book for real. What a waste of time this was turning out to be. At this rate I wasn't going to get a fuck.
Lunchtime came and I went inside the hut for my sarnies and shandy. It was quite pleasant to be out of the sun for a while. After lunch I returned to my sun lounger and resumed my scanning of the beach. It was no better; even the gang of kids had disappeared.
Mid-afternoon, when the searing heat of the sun started to moderate, the gang of kids returned and I started watching them again. As time wore on, a few of the families and oldies started to drift away, and so did some of the kids. The girl in the pink swimsuit was there and I found myself studying her intently.
Her legs were skinny, and yet her thighs were quite nice for a kid. She was quite pretty too, with long chestnut hair tied into a ponytail. Her chest wasn't completely flat; two little bumps suggesting puberty might just be starting. She had no hip development to speak of, although her pubic mound was quite prominent, but in the latest round of the game she had done a lot of running and the gusset of her swimsuit had ridden up into her pussy revealing a distinct and very cute cameltoe.
For a brief instant I wondered what it would be like to fuck someone that young, but immediately my conscience asserted itself; I wasn't that desperate. I tore my gaze away from the girl and resumed scanning the beach for better prospects. Still no contenders. I resumed reading my book. What a waste of a day.
By late afternoon there were still no prospects. A few kids were still running around, including the girl in the pink swimsuit. The tennis ball came in my direction and the girl ran after it to retrieve it. Facing away from me, she bent over to pick it up, giving me a good view of her nice, firm butt and the smooth backs of her thighs - not bad for a kid. Just as a thirsty man in the desert will resort to drinking his own pee, I started to consider the girl as an option.
She did have nice thighs, smooth, firm, and tanned. And she was the oldest girl in the group. And she did have promising little bumps on her chest. And she was very pretty. I probably wouldn't be able to fuck her, but perhaps we could have some fun together so the day wouldn't be a total waste.
I can't explain my gift and I've made no attempt to have myself poked and prodded by scientists. Rather the opposite, I've tried hard to reap its benefits covertly. So far I've found two sets of circumstances under which it operates.
The first is at times of high emotion, as I discovered when I was six. I don't know how long my mother had suffered in silence to protect us sleeping kids when my alcoholic father got home drunk and beat her up. I stayed up late one night and saw my father get home and start to attack my mother. I tried to stand between them to protect her, and that seemed to provoke him even more. With a livid purple face and bulging eyes he made a mighty swing at me with his fist.
Terrified, I screamed, "Don't hurt me."
In mid swing my father seemed to try to pull his punch but instead it flew upwards, hitting my mother a glancing blow on the jaw and sending her flying.
"I hate you. I wish you were dead," I screamed at him.
My father stopped and clutched his chest. His face slowly turned ashen and he sank to the ground, twitching and gasping for breath. Despite the beating he had given her my mother tried to save him using CPR, but to no avail.
It turned out my father had a joint life insurance policy taken out when he married my mother, plus another life insurance policy through his work. The insurance companies were very unhappy at paying out on a sudden death by heart attack when the subject appeared in excellent health apart from minor liver cirrhosis, but unable to demonstrate any foul play they eventually had to cough up, a sum substantial enough to keep us in comfortable circumstances until the end of my childhood.
The second set of circumstances where my gift operates, and the one I've exploited the most, involves sex.
Just turned eleven, my hormones started to kick in over the Summer holidays before I started senior school. My first day at the new school was like being in a sweetshop, with lots of nubile schoolgirls blasting out hormones. I was particularly struck by a blonde angel I encountered in the corridor. She must have been three or four years older than me and wore a tight white blouse and white bra over her burgeoning breasts. I felt an immediate sexual attraction to her and wished desperately to see and feel those breasts.
To my surprise the girl turned round to face me, smiled, then slowly and deliberately unbuttoned her blouse, letting it hang open. Then she pushed up her bra, giving me full sight of her firm, pert breasts. My cock got hard and tingly when she started rubbing them and pinching the nipples, moaning with pleasure.
That's when a teacher intervened, noticing the crowd of pupils massed in the corridor to watch. She dragged the girl away and I never saw her again. I suspect she had to change schools at the very least. I sometimes wonder whether I'd still find her attractive these days.
So, if I wanted your seat on a crowded train, I'm afraid it just doesn't work like that. On the other hand, while I've had lots of gratuitously delightful sex, my longest relationship lasted only a week. I sometimes feel the only way I'll be able to have a meaningful relationship is if I feel no sexual attraction to my partner because sooner or later, usually sooner, I unwittingly use my gift and once that genie is out of the bottle it feels cheap and sordid.
I waited until the game involving kids on the beach had moved some distance away then I used my influence on the girl in the pink swimsuit. She said something to the others, probably some flimsy excuse about having to go, then she set off in my direction. By the time she reached me the other kids were playing again, paying no attention to where the girl was heading. She walked straight past me and into my beach hut.
I waited a few moments to see if that attracted any attention, but seeing no looks of curiosity from the other occupants of the beach; I got off my sun lounger and followed the girl into the beach hut. The girl was standing there waiting for me.
"Hello, you're a pretty little thing. What's your name?"
"Emma." The girl smiled at being called pretty.
"And how old are you?"
"Twelve."
"I'm delighted to meet you." I smiled back. "But why are you here?" I gave the girl a mental nudge. I wanted her to say it explicitly. I don't know how her conscious mind would subsequently reconcile what happened, but somehow the girl would remember that coming onto the beach hut in the hope of a fuck was her idea.
"To fuck?"
"Yes. Do you know what that means?"
"Um, no." Emma's forehead crinkled as she thought for a moment. "Is that where you put your penis in my vagina?"
"That's right. And why would we want to do that?"
"To make a baby!"
"No, because fucking will make us both feel good."
It was fun to tease this innocent child, but I decided to progress onto something more serious.
"Would you like to suck my cock?" I asked, while giving her another mental nudge.
"Yes please, I'd love too."
I dropped my beach shorts and boxers, revealing my semi-erect cock dangling below my t-shirt, then I pulled off the t-shirt too leaving me naked apart from my canvas shoes. Using small mental nudges I encouraged Emma to sink to her knees and take the head of my cock in her mouth. In her hot wetness I rapidly became fully hard.
Prompted by more nudges, Emma started licking the underside of the head and the frenulum while pumping away at my solid shaft with a fist. The other hand she used to gently stroke and caress my balls. Technically it wasn't the most proficient blowjob I have ever had but there was something about seeing my cock being ministered to by such an innocent young face that made the blood swelling my cock almost seem to boil. The pressure in my aching cock reached unprecedented levels as I stood over the girl and smelled her delicious natural scent. There's something about fresh sweat I find absolutely delicious, and after running around in the afternoon sunshine Emma reeked of fresh sweat.
Emma prodded the eye of my penis with the tip of her tongue and I groaned, knowing my orgasm was imminent.
"I'm going to cum. Try to swallow it all," the first verbal instruction I had given Emma since the start of the blowjob.
Suddenly my groin tightened, then cum jetted up my urethra into Emma's waiting mouth. Spurt followed spurt as Emma swallowed desperately. Eventually my orgasm died away, although Emma continued pumping my shaft. I winced when she licked the head of my shaft because I was a little sensitive, and I nudged her to release me. My glistening cock immediately started to deflate.
"Did you like the taste of my cum?
I cheated and gave Emma another nudge. No man likes to hear that his cum tastes icky.
"Ooo yes, it was delicious. Can we do that again?"
"Not straight away, I need a few minutes to recover. Why don't you take your swimsuit off so I can get a good look at you?
Staring straight in my eyes, Emma gently pushed the pink straps off her shoulders. What followed was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen, causing my spent cock to jerk and throb despairingly. Purely by movements of her body, Emma wriggled the swimsuit down inch by inch, exposing first her cute little button breasts, then her equally cute belly button, then her prominent pubic mound with a tiny tuft of fluff over her pussy, then her plump pussy lips. Once over Emma's hips, the swimsuit fell to the floor and pooled around her ankles, and Emma stepped out of it. To my surprise, Emma's tender young body wasn't white underneath the swimsuit but gently tanned, evidence of sunbathing nude at home.
I laid a large, thick beach blanket on the wooden floor of the hut.
"Why don't you lie down," I suggested.
When Emma was comfortably lying on her back I attacked her voraciously, kissing her all over and sucking up the salty residue of her delicious sweat, savouring the warm smoothness of her young flesh.
Initially I avoided all sexual areas, then finally I made a move on Emma's breasts, sucking first one little button into my mouth then the other, feeling her rubbery nipples grow hard as I flicked them with my tongue, hearing Emma's little gasps of pleasure. I watched Emma gradually part her knees wider and wider as I played with her breasts, then I slid a finger between her pussy lips and found she was moist.
I nudged Emma to stand up, causing a look of disappointment to cross her face. However when I laid the blanket on the table and lifted her onto it, she understood what I wanted. She lay back with her buttocks on the edge of the table, her knees raised and parted with her heels resting on the corners of the table. When I knelt down at the edge of the table, I was at just the right height to attack her pussy with my mouth.
First I licked the length of Emma's pussy lips with my tongue, then using my teeth I gently nibbled them and pulled them apart, giving me a whiff of the heady scent of her arousal. Prising her fully open with my fingers, I inserted my tongue and licked the length of her pussy lips, sucking up the delicious juices. Emma moaned and tried to push back against my mouth.
I tested Emma's hole with a fingertip and found she had no hymen. I wasn't surprised because she seemed an athletic sort of girl, especially with all the running around she had done that day. I pressed in further, and my finger disappeared to the knuckle in that hot, tight, wet little tunnel.
I resumed attacking Emma's pussy lips with my tongue while fucking her with my finger, causing her to moan quite loudly. I added a second finger, then a third, forcing her open wider and wider. Soon she was so relaxed and aroused that I began to think I might be able to get my cock inside her. I sought out Emma's little clit, now standing proud of its hood, and teased it with my tongue causing the release of more of her delicious juices which I voraciously lapped up.
Sensing she was on the edge, I sucked her little clit into my mouth, raking it gently with my teeth. Emma squealed, went rigid, then her whole body seemed to throb with orgasm, clenching and unclenching her muscles round my invading fingers. Leaving her clit well alone in case it was too sensitive, I lapped up a new flood of delicious juices while continuing to finger fuck her hot little tunnel. Emma shuddered again as a second, weaker orgasm flowed through her.
I removed my fingers and sucked the delicious juices off them. As Emma laid there in post-orgasmic bliss with an attractive pink blush on her torso, I resumed kissing her body, sucking up a fresh batch of delicious salty sweat. By now my cock was hard again, and I resolved I would fuck the girl after all.
Suddenly a man burst in through the door of the beach hut. In a split second his face ran a gamut of emotions, surprise then horror then incandescent rage.
"What the fuck are you doing with my daughter?" he shouted.
He wasn't very impressive in stature so in other circumstances I could probably have taken him in a fight, unless he had unexpected martial art skills. However I didn't fancy a punch-up against an opponent so strongly motivated so I did the first thing that came into my head.
The man's forehead crinkled as I used my gift on him, all his rage quickly dissipating.
"Christ, she is so fucking hot," he said, ogling his twelve year old daughter, open and ready.
"Be my guest," I offered reluctantly. I didn't want sloppy seconds but I had just been given an extremely memorable blowjob so it hadn't a complete waste of time.
The man quickly shed his trousers and y-fronts, revealing an erect cock slightly smaller than average. He took my position at the foot of the table.
"I love you sweetheart."
"I love you too, daddy."
In one motion he thrust in hard as deep as he could go, and started pistoning in and out. Emma winced as every thrust jolted her young body and I realised that he was too much for her immature love tunnel. I may be a predator, but I don't like to hurt my prey. I used my gift and the man pulled out, a slightly bemused look on his face.
Emma hopped off the table and spread the blanket on the floor. After another nudge the man laid down on the blanket, his glistening erection pointing at the wooden roof of the beach hut.
Emma kneeled over her daddy's groin, and slowly lowered herself onto her daddy's cock. Now she could control the rhythm and depth of penetration, it was much more comfortable for her.
Emma fucked her daddy slowly; happy to let her arousal build gradually I knelt beside her to get a better look at the action. I was fascinated by her puckered pink anus - when she raised herself it was tightly closed, but when she lowered herself it seemed to wink open.
Intrigued, I moistened my finger with saliva then on a downstroke I pushed a fingertip against the ring, my finger sliding easily past the barrier. Emma gasped, but continued fucking her daddy slowly and deliberately. I added a second finger, then a third, finger-fucking her anus and working the sphincter open wider and wider. Suddenly Emma shuddered with a mild orgasm, her sphincter and anal passage rhythmically clenching round my fingers. Perhaps the choice wasn't between sloppy seconds or going without. But could that young body, framed by such narrow, boyish hips, possibly take two cocks at once?
I nudged Emma forwards until she was laying on her daddy, his cock still embedded deep inside her. I didn't have any lubricant so I wet my cock with saliva. Kneeling behind Emma I pointed my hard cock at her puckered sphincter and pushed. Emma relaxed, and my cock slid inside the narrow tunnel.
Nudging Emma whenever I felt her sphincter muscles start to tense, slowly but surely I slid in all the way, until my belly was crushing against her smooth, warm buttocks. The sensations I was feeling in my cock surpassed even those of the blowjob, the fiery heat, the tightness, feeling her daddy's cock through a couple of thin membranes.
Using gentle nudges to keep Emma from tensing, I slowly fucked her, trying to draw out my own pleasure as long as possible before succumbing to the inevitable ejaculation. Every so often Emma shuddered as another weak orgasm hit her, her muscles producing fluttering sensations round my invading cock. Emma's daddy meanwhile was lying there motionless, unable to continue fucking his daughter as she lay on top of him, yet still highly aroused from the throbbing of her frequent orgasms.
Unable to delay the inevitable I felt my urgency rise, and increased the pace of my fucking. No longer in control, I pushed in hard as I went over the edge, shooting spurt after spurt of my cum deep into Emma's bowels. Even after my balls were thoroughly drained for a second time, my cock continued with sporadic dry spurts for almost a minute.
Exhausted, I was tempted to collapse on top of Emma, but fearing my weight might crush her I used all my self-control to gently extract my slowly deflating cock from Emma's anus before falling onto the blanket.
"Fuck, that was amazing. I want to fuck your bum too, sweetheart."
Emma's daddy hadn't cum yet and was still hard. Obviously he had experienced some of the pleasure of the mind-blowing butt-fuck I had just enjoyed.
I gave Emma a little nudge. Her bum was going to be very sore after this.
"I want you to fuck my bum too, daddy."
Emma got off her daddy and knelt on all fours. Emma's daddy knelt behind her, his cock well lubricated from her juices. The irony that he was going to get the sloppy seconds wasn't lost on me. He pointed his cock at his daughter's anus and pushed, and after a gentle nudge from me she relaxed her muscles and he slid in.
Despite not having cum yet, Emma's daddy fucked her anus with a lot more consideration than he had fucked her cunny, taking it slowly to prolong his pleasure. Even so I could tell Emma wasn't enjoying the experience, exhaustion, and distress showing on her pretty little face.
I slid underneath Emma until my head was level with her pussy. After a gentle nudge, Emma splayed her knees, lowering her pussy within reach of my mouth. Parting her pussy lips with my fingers, I started licking her. She tasted just as delicious as before, with no gustatory evidence of having been fucked by her daddy.
As I licked her dry, I felt the stress ebb from Emma's body, her arousal growing and rewarding me with more delicious juices. She ground her pussy down against my lips. In the meantime, daddy seemed to benefit from his daughter's renewed energy and accelerated his fucking, his balls dangling a fraction of an inch above my head as his cock pistoned in and out of Emma's anus. The hut retained some of the heat of the early afternoon sun and little trickles of sweat rolled down Emma's smooth, young body.
As Emma's daddy approached his own climax, fucking Emma's bum hard and fast, I switched my attention to her cute little clitty, first licking its length then sucking it into my mouth and playfully nipping it with my teeth. Emma squealed and went rigid, then seemed to convulse round my mouth as a mighty orgasm broke, releasing more delicious liquids into my mouth.
The sensation of his daughter's hot, tight anus spasming round his cock brought Emma's daddy to orgasm too, and he cried out as he pumped his cum deep inside her.
When the pair were sated, Emma's daddy pulled out his cock then they collapsed onto the blanket, panting for breath. I crawled over to Emma and sucked up the delicious drops of fresh sweat from her body, occasionally straying to her tiny breasts which I covered with my mouth while teasing the nipples to hardness with my tongue. Emma sighed at my ministrations and her hands strayed to her pussy. To my surprise my cock became hard again and I saw an opportunity.
I gave Emma and her daddy a nudge. Emma stood up and moved off the blanket, but her daddy continued to lie there. Of course, there was no expectation of a sexual outcome for Emma's daddy!
"Could I have the blanket please," I asked him explicitly.
Emma's daddy stood up and moved off the blanket, commandeering a chair instead, his shriveled cock lying limp between his legs as he sat there. I lay the blanket on the table. Emma already knew what was expected of her and mounted the table, resuming her previous position of lying on her back, her buttocks on the edge of the table and her feet splayed wide apart on the corners, her womanhood exposed and vulnerable.
I checked Emma was still wet, then inserted my cock into her love- tunnel, taking it slowly since I was longer and thicker than her daddy. Bottoming out about two thirds of the way in, I fucked her exquisitely slowly, knowing that after cumming twice already I could last a very long time.
Emma's daddy pulled his chair up close, giving him a birds-eye view of his daughter being fucked. I occasionally teased Emma's clitty with a fingertip to ensure she stayed wet and didn't get sore.
After ten minutes of slow fucking, I noticed that Emma's daddy was hard again. I gave him a mental nudge and he made his way to the other end of the table and pointed his cock at Emma's face. I nudged Emma and she arched her back, causing delicious sensations in my cock, while leaning her head back to facilitate taking her daddy's cock in her mouth. I was more than a little jealous as I watched her take her daddy's cock deeper than she had my own and expertly put to use the skills I had taught her, and yet I was also incredibly turned on by the sight.
Unwittingly I started to speed up. My gentle, slow stretching meant that Emma was now taking virtually my full length. Emma reached out and cupped her daddy's balls as she licked the underside of his cock. He was panting now and kept trying to force his cock deeper into Emma's mouth. Meanwhile feeling Emma pushing back against my thrusts, I was teasing her clitty constantly.
Emma's daddy came first, crying out as he shed his load down Emma's willingly swallowing throat. Then Emma came hard, her whole body seeming to go rigid before spasming round my cock. That brought me off too, and I pushed in hard as deep as I could go, coating Emma's tender young cervix with spurt after spurt of cum.
Sated, Emma's daddy and I sank back, panting, onto chairs, while Emma lay sprawled on the table, her legs now limply hanging over the edge.
After we recovered our breath, Emma's daddy glanced at his watch.
"Oh shit, I was supposed to fetch Emma for dinner an hour ago. We are in so much trouble. Get dressed darling, we'd better be going."
Emma hurriedly put on the lurid pink swimsuit, which quickly went damp at the crotch as my cum leaked from her pussy.
"Can we come back tomorrow daddy? I've had so much fun."
"Of course darling, if we can think of an excuse to keep your mother away."
"I don't think that's a very good idea," I ventured, knowing that when they had rationalised their experiences they would somehow feel used and dirty.
"Perhaps you're right," acceded Emma's daddy. "But I owe you a huge debt of thanks for showing me what a willing slut my hot little daughter is. I'm sure we're going to have a lot of fun together in the future."
He winked at his daughter and Emma smiled knowingly.
Hand-in-hand Emma and her daddy left my beach hut, Emma walking rather gingerly after being soundly fucked in all her holes.
All-in-all, it hadn't been a bad day at the beach.
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