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I'm fine with sharing of this story via any person to person form of file transfer such as email, IM, flash drive, bluetooth etc, but please do not upload to any other sites without permission. ----------------------------------------------------------------- On the Beach (Mf f solo inc voy ws) by Blerg3 ----------------------------------------------------------------- A girl out for a walk witnesses something special. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The sun was setting, casting a rosy glow across the beach as she wandered amongst the dunes, feet sinking into the fine sand. Some days she walked the water's edge, the soft wet sand and sea spray, and other days she preferred the whisper of the dune grass and long deep shadows. The breeze blew gently from the ocean, stirring her dress, barely cooler than the otherwise still air. A small and sudden eddy in the current carried a soft sound to her ears, maybe a whimper or a laugh, she thought to herself. People, maybe a dog. Curious now, she climbed the dune overlooking the beach, belly to the sand, gripping the tough dune grass to prevent herself sliding back down. From the top she could see them clearly, standing at the base of the dune. A man and a woman- no, from her height and shape a girl, hardly older than her own age, if that. The man was tall and slender, though she could see well defined muscles under the thick dark hair of his arms, legs and chest. His face showed his age, pleasantly weathered to maybe forty years, and if the light wasn't playing tricks, just a touch of grey at his temples. The girl was much shorter, petite, almost elfin, and could have been taken for much younger if not for her breasts, obviously full and well rounded, nestled tightly in her bikini top. She looked regretfully down at her own breasts, loose in her dress, not heavy enough yet to bounce, though her nipples stood out proudly, dark points through the white cotton. Looking back at the girl she could see short bobbed hair and delicate features, a body made of graceful curves, like a dancer. As the light caught both the man and the girl's faces and she looked between them, noting the same nose and eyebrows, dark eyes, she became certain they were father and daughter. The man seemed to make a humorous remark and the girl laughed, the sound drifting in the wind, becoming the sound she had heard. Curiosity satisfied, she was about to leave when something caught her attention. The man looked around carefully, making sure the empty beach was well and truly empty, and drew his penis from his shorts. The girl danced back with her hand to her mouth, not in shock but laughing. She however, watching from her hidden vantage point, was fairly shocked. She looked at them closely again, but couldn't shake her certainty they were father and daughter. The man smiled and made a gesture to his penis, hanging thick and limp, and the daughter shook her head, a wide grin on her face. He shrugged and went to lift it himself, when she suddenly darted forward and took it tightly in her hand, grinning up at him. He smiled and kissed her cheek, then reached behind her to grab a round, tanned cheek. She laughed and wriggled from his grasp, shaking his penis with a mocking word that made him laugh. At the crest of her dune, she looked down at the scene with near disbelief. She didn't find their actions in relation to, well, their relationship, at all disturbing. To the contrary, she felt an odd thrill and shiver of excitement to imagine doing the same with her father, and a hot bloom at the pit of her stomach that made her blush. Nor did the guilt at spying on them dissuade her, only adding to the thrill. She was tempted to duck as they turned her way, but knew she was well hidden behind a thick clump of grass, and movement would be more likely to give her away. So she remained stock still as they turned to the dune, and the girl drew in close behind her father, slightly to his left, reaching around his right side to hold his penis loosely. Their faces were more serious now, maybe slightly flushed, and she was sure their breathing had to be as fast as hers as the daughter lifted the penis, and her father began to piss. It was a heavy flow, lasting a long time as it spattered into the sand, glittering in the low light. The daughter played with it as it continued, raising and lowering the penis to inscribe a long dark line in the side of the dune. She giggled as he finished in a series of short bursts, now semi-erect, shaking the penis briefly then dropping it to kick sand over the wet patch. The father said something lightly, and now, suddenly, the daughter looked doubtful. She backed away, then waved a hand, shaking her head. The father shrugged and spoke again, seeming to suggest something else. The girl seemed eager enough to comply with this, nodding and stepping forward again. Behind her tuft of grass she could feel the tension in the air, and reaching down, she wasn't surprised to find a thin slick line in the front of her panties. Keeping her eyes on the scene she slowly changed position, wriggling them off. The air was deliciously cool on her bare behind, and colder still when it hit her hot, moist lips, and she drew in her breath sharply. Her head felt crystal clear and hot and fuzzy all at the same time, and still watching below, she slipped a finger inside, gasping at the sweetness of the sensation. The daughter down on the beach looked around carefully, up and down the beach, out to sea, and unaware of her extra watcher, slowly untied and pulled off her bikini top. Her full breasts bounced free, untanned, round and perfect, nipples pale pink and small as pennies. Her father made a delighted sounding comment and she grinned, hefting them in her hands shyly yet casually. The girl on the dune imagined them as her own, felt the perfect weight and firmness of them in her hands, and stifled a moan as she ran the length of a finger lightly over her clitoris, ducking it swiftly back inside to meet the rush of fresh fluid, the top of her palm soaked and slippery. The girl below pressed her breasts together one last time, then in one smooth motion, drew down and stepped out of her panties. The shyness seemed to have dropped away as she enjoyed the admiration of her breasts, and she eagerly presented herself, jutting her hips forward. It made her look even younger than their voyeur had thought before, a smooth pale mound, almost bald aside from a topping of fluff. The father stepped forward and stroked it lightly, upwards, from palm to fingertips, and she could see the dim sunlight shining wetly on his hand as he took it away. Smiling, he kissed her softly on the mouth. The girl was almost quivering with anticipation, grabbing his hand and pushing it between her legs, where he curled his long fingers up to penetrate her slowly, just once, deep inside and back out. The girl said something, breathy, insistent, and leant into his chest, gorgeous breasts pressing firmly, spreading against his skin. Her hands resting on his shoulders, she leant in further, stretching to kiss his neck, his penis fully erect, taut against her belly. He caught her around the middle, keeping her balance as she lifted her knee, moving herself in against his thigh, hips working to rub her hot lips against his skin, a warm droplet rolling slowly down to his knee. Their watcher felt something similar, a small bolt of lightning along her spine, making her limbs quiver, a moan rising to her tongue to be bitten back, and a gush of fluid between her frantic fingers, pooling in the sand. Her hand fell away for a second, but she could still feel the heat, the itch of desire. Fuck her, she thought. I want to see you lay her down in the sand, push your cock inside, and fuck your daughter. Her fingertips slid easily back into place, and sped into motion. The father, daughter hot and wet on his leg, couldn't take it any more. He grabbed his penis, lowered it, pressed its tip to the tight opening to his daughter's vagina, slipping easily between her labia- only to have the girl slip away, giggling, breasts bobbing. He stood a moment, then burst out laughing, caught her, tickling her sides as she squirmed and shrieked with laughter, his penis slapping about her hips. They sank to the ground together, lips locked passionately for what seemed an age, then rolled apart, lying flat on their backs on the sand, chests heaving. The father recovered first, sitting up, leaning in to kiss her and whisper something. She nodded, blushing, leaning back on her elbows and opening her thighs as he knelt beside her, penis in hand. The girl on the dune felt a thrill, a delightful moment of foreknowledge as she saw what was coming, biting her lip to keep from gasping as her fingers accelerated, a fresh wave of pleasure hitting her, her knees trembling violently and digging deeper into the sand. The father grinned as his left hand slowly worked the shaft of his penis, reaching over with his right and smoothing back the silky fluff above his daughter's sex, fingertips massaging lightly below her belly for a minute before retreating, as she closed her eyes. Abruptly, breaking through the peaceful noise of the waves and the breeze in the dune grass, a thick jet sprayed hissing from between her legs, arcing high and sparkling golden in the sunlight. The gentle sea breeze caught it at its apex, shattering the golden shaft into droplets that pattered heavily into the sand six feet away, pooling fast under the heavy flow and trickling away down the gentle slope. The father had been masturbating furiously as he watched his daughter piss, and as the stream petered out, a final gush splashing back over her belly as she lay back spent, he came. It had been building since the moment she bared her breasts, and it hit explosively, his head jerking back with a sharp gasp, neck muscles tense, hips pumping forward, engorged penis spraying load after load of semen across those sweet twin mounds with their pink nipples. The girl on the dune saw every moment, burning it into her memory, and she bit her hand to hold back a scream as her own orgasm hit, greater than before, intense wave after wave of pleasure rocking her body. A spurt of fluid jetted from her sex, gouging a hole in the sand, and she let her knees buckle, feeling the next jet bubble into the fine grains. The ball of her thumb still clamped between her teeth, she rolled over, riding out the gradually fading orgasm, two more large gushes and a series of dribbles soaking the sand between her trembling legs. When she recovered and peered over the top of the dune for the final time, she saw the daughter, wet haired and gleaming, slipping her bikini panties back on. She paused before they covered her completely, and her father knelt to plant a lingering kiss on her lips. He stood, and arm in arm, they walked away down the beach. She got to her feet, her dress and skin alike wet and plastered with sand, admiring the large wet patch she had created, and crossed the dune, slipping down the side to where the couple had been. The sun was very low now with only a sliver left above the water, the glow a deep red, long black shadows creeping across the beach. At the foot of the dune she looked around, seeing the scuff marks in the sand, long wet patches, grinning at the imprint of the daughter's bottom, just visible. A fold of black material caught her eye, and she pulled the bikini top from where it had been half buried in the sand- realising with a jolt her own panties were missing. She shrugged. Something lost, something gained. She folded the fabric into a neat package, brushed herself down, and began the long walk back up the beach. Curiosity satisfied indeed.