But fucking in the sun and the ocean is exhausting work. So Tommy worked his dick out of his daughter and put her bikini bottoms back in place. He kissed her forehead and scooped her up to carry her in his arms, her dark curls over one elbow and her legs and feet over the other.
“Whee!” She called happily. “Oh, Daddy, this is fun!”
Tommy carried Chloe like this to the shore and out of the water. People watched a bit as this clearly older man carried a teen girl in a tiny pink bikini and laid her down on a towel. But neither of them cared. All they cared about was feeling their skin touch each other.
Tommy laid on his back under their beach umbrella, and Chloe laid her head on his chest, her body in a fetal position. She draped an arm over his torso; he wrapped his around her.
“I hope I’m pregnant, Daddy,” she whispered, kissing his chest. Tommy felt his dick stir. Not quite enough that he’d need to use little Chloe again so soon, but enough that he couldn’t help but picture her pretty little cunt sopping with the white-sticky jizz he’d made sure to pound up her deep.
The sun danced through the clouds that blew on by over the shore. Tommy found himself in a twilight nap: eyes occasionally open, brain mostly asleep. When he dreamed, he dreamed of Chloe in a rocking chair, pushing a swollen breast towards a blanketed bundle she cradled in her arms.
Then, a shout.
“Yoo-hoo, beach bums!”
“Rose?” Chloe called, turn her head over her shoulder. “Oh, Rosie!” She launched herself up and ran barefoot across the sand, tits and ass bouncing. She wrapped her arms around another girl, apparently about her age. The girl, Rose, was taller than Chloe by enough that Chloe’s head was nuzzling against Rosie’s bikini-clad breasts. Tommy, still laying, turned his head. He watched his daughter enjoying Rose’s skin touching her own.
“Hi, Chlo!” The girl said, reciprocating the hug. Her copper-colored ringlet curls twinkled in the sunlight. “Oooh, I missed you!” Her breasts, smaller than Chloe’s, were held into a green textured top. Her hips swelled out lusciously into a matching green bikini-bottom thong. Chloe grabbed her juicy ass, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed the girl on the neck. Rose moaned.
“You smell so good, Rosie.” Chloe said into Rose’s green eyes. Chloe loved Rose’s eyes, which were only enhanced by the translucent cat-eye glasses she always wore. Even here at the beach.
“Well you smell like sweat and salt water,” Rose said right back, sliding her lips to Chloe’s and slipping her tongue into the shorter girl’s mouth. Chloe frenched Rosie back, eagerly, loving the feel of her taller cousin’s plush asscheeks in her hands, the feel of Rose’s pink tongue on hers.
“Do I taste like an ass-to-mouth slut, too?” Chloe asked, breaking the kiss.
“Do you?!” Rose asked excitedly. She grabbed Chloe’s head and pushed her lips back to Chloe’s, tongue once more tangling with Chloe’s. “Now that you mention it, you little slut, you do! Oh my god, did you go ass-to-mouth with Uncle Tommy?”
“Mhm,” Chloe hummed with a smile. “I was being a brat, so he dragged me off the beach and practically raped my asshole. It was so good, Rosie! And you know I always clean the messes from Daddy’s cock. Like a good princess.”
“God,” Rosie moaned lustily. “You better have saved some for me, Uncle Tommy!” Rose yelled without shame at her uncle. The girls were still embraced.
Tommy walked over to the girls and gave Rose a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “I bet I have some more for you,” he told his niece. “Especially if you’re a good girl.”
Rose unabashedly grabbed her uncle’s cock through his swim trunks. Felt the length of it. “Fuck, Uncle Tommy,” she groaned with delight. Not many people were close by, but Chloe could see prying eyes watching—and how could they not, with two mostly-naked, bikini-clad teenage girls lustily snogging, and now one obviously feeling up an older man’s dick. One onlooker, a middle-aged man with chubby cheeks, was blushing and trying to hide his gaze. Near him, a woman with thick, dark hair, probably about 30, was practically eyefucking the girls, and looked like she was rubbing her thighs together to pleasure her own cunt. Chloe was tempted to wink at her. Maybe she’d like kissing Rosie, too, Chloe thought, shivering at the image of her and her cousin sharing a nasty incestuous kiss with a horny older woman.
Rosie’s voice snapped Chloe out of her three-way lesbian daydream.
“I am a good girl, Uncle Tommy! See? Daddy said I was so good I could have this!” Chloe watched as Rosie tugged her top down, exposing a butterfly with a skull between her perky breasts.
“A tattoo?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah! Isn’t it so cute? Daddy said I earned it and could get whatever I wanted.” Rosie said. She’d always been a bit edgier than Chloe. Rose was the one whose idea it was for the girls to sneak their way into punk rock show. When they got caught, Chloe had blushed and thought the night was done. But Rose just asked the bouncer if he’d ever gotten a double-blowjob before. That was a fun night, Chloe remembered. Even more fun than cumswapping with her cousin on the bouncer’s cock was getting to 69 with the pretty bassist backstage. Chloe vividly remembered how apricot-sweet the bassist’s pussy tasted on her tongue.
Chloe herself didn’t want any tattoos, but if her Daddy ever wanted to have something emblazoned on her body, she’d happily submit to him and wear his marks with pride.
“How’d you earn it?” Tommy asked his niece.
“Well,” Rosie said with a smile, her green eyes twinkling mischief, “Daddy passed me around at his last poker game. I think he bet big and lost on purpose. I think he wanted to see me used like that. It was so good.”
Tommy’s dick was now rock hard in his niece’s hand. Chloe felt her cunt throb. Even packed with Tommy’s cum, she could feel her own wetness starting to drip. Both father and daughter were thinking about pretty Rosie getting gangbanged on a poker table.
“Wow, you slut,” Chloe said teasingly. “How many guys was it?”
“Four. Five including Daddy, but he mostly just watched.” Rosie said. “But he kept telling them to use me rougher and hurt me more. I was good the whole time though, Uncle Tommy!” Rosie eyed up her uncle. “I never once asked for mercy. Even when I was airtight. By the end of the night, I couldn’t even close up my asshole. And my pussy was dripping cum like it was a broken soft-serve machine.” Even through Tommy’s sunglasses, Rosie could tell he was eyeraping her.
“That sounds delicious,” Chloe salivated. “I wish I had been there to lick it out of you.” Tommy slapped Chloe’s ass hard. “Ow!” She giggled. She loved receiving pain for her Daddy.
“Maybe Rose and I should make you our little cum receptacle, honey,” Tommy said to his daughter.
“I already am, Daddy. Can I show Rose?” She asked excitedly.
“You mean you have Uncle Tommy’s load in you right now?” Rosie inquired.
“Loads, girl. Daddy shot off in my ass and made me suck him clean. Did it right in front of some lady who thought my bikini was too slutty.”