Pete's hands slipped down under the rounded melons of her buttocks, raising them while at the same time he strained his cock into her with all the power of his hips and thighs that he could muster.
Cathy moaned incoherently with the delicious pleasure this brought to her. She wound her warm and smooth young legs around his hips as he thrust ever deeper into her cunt. The smooth, velvet folds of her soaked vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his rigid shaft, until she could feel every inch of tight skin on his stiff and pulsing prick. She surrendered totally to the lure of flesh, their separate organs now fused into a single instrument of madness and pleasure. She reveled in the titanic feelings of lust her father brought to her loins. She screwed her grinding buttocks up tight against his pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing tightness of his balls pressed hard into the wet, wide-stretched crevice just below her throbbing vagina. The soft, hair-covered skin danced teasingly against the sensitive outer rings of her tiny naked anus, sending hot shivers of lusty delight pouring through her butterfly-fluttering nerve ends.
She no longer cared what she said or did. Her father's cock inside her was too much. It released passions in her that she didn't know she possessed. She didn't care about tomorrow or the next day or the next year. Only now was important. Only now was real. Now was her father skewering her eager body on his cunt-greased lance, pounding it into her as she bucked like a madwoman beneath him.
She gave herself up to the driving sex of her father without serious thought of any consequences here, now or ever. There was nothing else in the entire universe for Cathy except this: the pure electricity of her father's cock driving into her love tunnel; the sheer ecstasy of his cock prodding her cunt to a flaring eagerness. It seemed to her that her red hole opened up and became a cauldron of lust made only to receive that fatness and hardness that was his bucking cock. There was nothing for her but that deep dark hole of flesh and lust, of belly smacking against belly, crotch grinding against crotch, organ meeting organ.
And finally, she could contain her silence no longer. So intense was her passion that she couldn't help herself, couldn't stay the explosion that had been fomenting beneath the surface of her lusty expression of body.
"Oh, my God, fuck me hard, daddy, fuck me hard, give it to meeee!" she shrieked.
Orgasm began to overtake her and her body became something animal and possessed. She was no longer rational or human as she twisted and contorted her body, spreading her legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, spurring him on like some wild centaur with the heels of her feet digging into his tense and driving buttocks.
"Give me all your fuck, daddy!" she screamed into the silence of the cabin darkness.
Then the flashes of light, the bright rainbows, the exploding Roman candles, the cascading aurora borealis as the shudder of orgasm electrified her body and paralyzed her brain.
The glory of it all was that her father increased his pumping and held her tightly in his arms as his own orgasm turned him into a dancing marionette.
"Oh, Cathy, Jesus, is it you?"
"Yes, oh yes, daddy," she moaned, "it's me."
"I can't believe it," he gasped, holding her tightly to him.
His sperm splashed against the walls of her cervix and he felt the contractions of his daughter's pussy.
"Give it all to me," Cathy whispered into her father's ear.
Pete closed his eyes and shot the last of his milk into her. He didn't trust himself to speak for a long moment.
Then he opened his eyes slowly and reached for the bunk lamp switch. He clicked it on and the dim light lit up the features of his daughter, Cathy.
Pete gulped. The air seemed to leave his lungs of its own volition. "Oh, Christ," he muttered finally.
Cathy began to weep.
"Don't cry," he husked. "You'll just make it more complicated."
She looked up at him, her eyes large and wet, like a hurt spaniel's.
"Are you mad, daddy?" she asked in a tiny voice.
Pete shuddered. ".`Stunned would be a better word," he said. "This is hardly real. It's-it's like something out of a dream."
"I-I couldn't help myself," she said.
"But-then you know about Olive," he offered.
"Yes."
"And you did this?"
"Yes," she said in a soft, almost inaudible, voice.
"Why?"
"Because-because I wanted you," she said, breaking into sobs again.
Pete lay beside her and held her in his arms. She was his daughter, not his lover, once again. "Damn-I have to think," he said, more to himself than to her.
Cathy was silent, her heart pounding like a muffled savage drum.
It was quiet in the cabin for a long while. Finally, Pete reached up and turned out the lamp, plunging the cabin into darkness again.
"Well, we can't tell anyone about this," he said, after what seemed like an eternity to Cathy.
"No. I know," she said.
"Especially not your mother."
"No. Especially not her."
"Jesus!"
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
“Was-was it good to you?"
"Goddamn, Cathy. Why did you have to ask me that? Goddamn."
"I-I'm sorry."
"Yes. Yes it was good. The best I ever had."
He took her in his arms again. Tears of relief flooded down Cathy's cheeks as she felt his warm chest enclosing her in the womb of the bunk.
Then she felt his mouth on her breasts. They hardened like roasted kernels of corn. Her pussy twitched like an animal's sniffing out nourishment.
His hand found her matted hairs, his come drying in them like paste. His finger went gently inside her eager cunt.
She reached down and found his limp cock, took it, and began to massage it tenderly.
"I want you again, Cathy," he breathed. "One more time."
"Oh, thank you, daddy," she sighed, squeezing his stiffening organ in her hand.
It grew hard very quickly. She was afraid to ask him if this would be the last time they made love together. She didn't want it to end, ever.
In a moment, his organ was a rigid stalk once more, its hole seeping precoital fluid. She tried to pull it over to her pussy to replace his hand.
Pete mounted his daughter and she guided his cock to the front where her sex bubbled like a magic spring. He penetrated her very slowly, enjoying every exquisite second of the coupling. He felt his daughter's body shudder as he touched the tiny bud of her clitoris, heard her gasp as he sank his shaft clear to the scrotum.
"Oh, daddy," she breathed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Pete had to fight hard to keep from shooting his wad into her right then.
She rocked with her legs going up and down and their fucking began again, the sweeter this time because both of them knew what they were doing to each other. Pete said over and over to himself that it was the best sex he had ever had.
Cathy held her father close to her and kept his cock buried in her pussy as deep as it would go. They never knew what time the storm ceased to exist. They had their own dreams coming to life, filling their minds with iridescent colors and gilded shooting stars.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The storm whimpered to its death like a puppy kicked across a deserted street.
It was still overcast outside, but a strange calm settled over the island and its inhabitants slept in their various places until a grey dawn greeted the sober ones. Olive sat up and looked at the empty sleeping bag next to her, her brow wrinkled in thought. Bunny untangled herself from Jim's and Darlene's legs and got dressed slowly from habit. Darlene blinked and rubbed her eyes, feeling her head gingerly. Jim grunted and lay like a stone, his eyes open, trying to discern his surroundings. Pete and his hawk-breasted daughter lay asleep in the bunk, unaware that they would be missed before breakfast.