HYPNOTIZING DADDY AT THE BEACH
My Dad used to make fun of my ‘childish’ interest in all things esoteric. All through my teenage years I’d been fascinated by magic and the occult and astral travel and shape-shifting and particularly by hypnosis, the ability of a trained hypnotist to gain control over another person’s subconscious mind, even over their actions. How wonderful it must feel be master— or in my case mistress— of another person’s thoughts and feelings and to have that person obey your every command!
My father’s mockery of my enthusiasm was kindly meant. His sarcasm was loving. He laughed at my fads and enthusiasms with a father’s gentle irony:
“… It’s all hocus pocus, Hailey… but I’m glad you’ve at least got an inquiring mind…”
An inquiring mind? My mind was more than ‘inquiring’. It was fervent. My mind was filled with dreams of the wonderful powers I might be able to acquire if only I could master the ‘secret wisdom’.
As it turned out, the wisdom wasn’t secret at all. When, at the age of seventeen, I heard about hypnotism, I knew I’d found the means to satisfying my ‘childish’ longing for power.
Hypnosis was real. Hypnotism was an actual science. Hypnotic suggestion had been proved in a thousand experiments.
I read book after book.
The brain had various states of consciousness, some deeper than others. In the hypnotized trance state the long, lulling Theta brainwaves took control of the neural centers and opened the pathway to a person’s subconscious mind. A skilled hypnotist could place any suggestion she liked, any command she wished, into her subject’s subconsciousness and make her subject obey her every desire. It was fascinating. It was exciting. In the hypnotic trance state even the limbic regions of the brain, where the survival instinct and the sex drive have their source, could be accessed. In the Theta-wave state even a person’s sexual drives could be controlled. It was an exact science anyone could master, including me.
From age seventeen till I turned eighteen my nose was never out of a book. I read everything about the art of hypnotism I could lay my hands on. I practiced the hypnotic technique from videos on the internet.
I soon mastered the lulling tone of voice and hypnotic spiel that help relax a subject and put them in a Theta-wave trance.
I bought a pendulum from a ‘mind, body and spirit’ shop. Once I’d learned how to make the subject concentrate of the swinging to and fro of the pendulum, I practiced on my little brother…
… And yes…
… I could make my little brother do whatever I liked, within certain safety limits of course and, just as importantly, I learned how to snap a hypnotized person out of their trance state and back into their normal consciousness.
I never mentioned my experiments on my little brother to my Mom or Dad, of course. I didn’t want my parents to know how real and exciting my powers had become. My ‘interest’ in hypnotism had grown to be an obsession but my Dad was still laughing at me:
“… Little Miss Mezmer…!” That was his nickname for me. “… Be careful, Hailey… don’t get too carried away with this thing…”
Was there a note of concern in his mockery? Did I hear a hint of anxiety in the way my father made fun of me?
Perhaps he was concerned for his own safety. Maybe he was anxious for his own well-being, without quite knowing why.
I was hardly aware myself of the motive driving my obsession with hypnosis, till I turned eighteen and began to realize that my feelings for my father were changing drastically. Perhaps my fascination with controlling another person’s mind and actions was really a fascination with controlling one particular person’s mind and actions… and that one particular person was my father…
My Dad and I had always been close. I’d always loved my father dearly and I knew that he loved me. He’d always been a kind and caring Dad. But after I turned eighteen I also began noticing how well-built my Dad was. His ripped pecs and powerful biceps began blotting out in my mind how merely kind and caring he was. My father wasn’t just any old Dad. He was so handsome! My father’s stunning blue eyes, his powerful aquiline nose, his broad lips and gorgeous blonde hair began to erase the image of my old familiar Dad.
I began having strange thoughts about him too, thoughts I wasn’t sure I should be having.
I wondered if my father’s stunning blue eyes saw how beautiful I’d become. Not just my face, my body too.
Had my father seen how my brown eyes and cute, retroussé nose and plump cupid’s-bow lips had grown more womanly in the last few months?
He must certainly have noticed that my body had developed. He couldn’t have failed to how my breasts were fuller and more toned, how my butt had become so much more shapely and curvaceous.
… Had he even noticed how my eyes brightened every time he came into the room…?
… Had he sensed how my heart-beat thrilled in my newly voluptuous breasts when my nipples grazed his ripped pecs accidentally-on-purpose in the bathroom…?
… Had my Dad sensed my pussy’s helpless pulsations, the hot slick of desire that started up between my legs when I snuggled up to him on the couch in front of the TV…?
The answer was…
… No…
… Nothing…
… No reaction what so ever…
… My father showed not the slightest sign of interest in my newly-curvaceous body… he was totally unaware of the hot, new dreams prickling his smoking hot daughter’s luscious gash…
… I was out of luck…
… It was all hopeless…
… Till the day we went to the beach…
… Till the hot Saturday morning our family decided to spend the day at the local beach…
Maybe it was just the salt breeze simmering in the summer heat. Perhaps it was merely the thud of the waves on the wet sand. But by the time we’d put our sun umbrella up and dumped all our beach stuff and spread out our towels on the hot sand my heart was beating like crazy…
… A crazy, cheeky impulse had made up my mind for me already…
… The time had come…
… I couldn’t wait any longer…
… I’d use my hypnosis skills on my hunky father right now, today, here on the beach…
… Relaxed after a swim in the surf, soaking up the UV rays on a towel, my Dad would be more vulnerable to my hypnotic powers. His defenses against hypnosis, that were always so rigid at home fully clothed, would be lowered sunbathing with his drop-dead-gorgeous teenage daughter in her new string bikini…
… Even on this crowded beach, with radios playing and people laughing and shouting in the surf and children playing in the shore-wash, we’d find a private moment together, just the two of us, when I could put my father in a hypnotic trance and… see what happens…
My Dad laughed out loud:
“It’s a beautiful day!” My father was in a helpfully pumped up state. “Who’s for a swim?”
He stripped off down to his swimsuit. I stopped breathing altogether His ripped pecs. His toned abs. The muscular power of his thighs. The shock of my father’s hunky body hit me full on. My father was a pumped specimen of gorgeous, male power…
… There was no disguising the size and weight of the thing coiled in the front of his swimsuit…
… Like a tidal wave rolling in from the Pacific Ocean a tsunami of hot teenage desire swept over me…
I stripped off too. I slipped out of my wrap. My newly curvaceous teenage body was as hot as my Dad’s ripped thirty-seven-year-old one.
The strings of my new bikini tugged at my winged hips. The tiny triangle of yellow nylon luxuriated in my pussy’s sudden prickle of succulent moisture. I prayed he’d assume the damp furrow inn my bikini bottom was just perspiration…
Instead of acknowledging how hot I looked, my father frowned:
“… God, Hailey… where’d you buy that bikini.. it’s a bit revealing isn’t it…?”
My bikini was a bit revealing. My tanned teenage fullness spilled from the skimpy cups. My taut, tight nipples from gauze-y nylon, helplessly erect. Some guys under a neighboring umbrella were already grabbing surreptitious glances at my butt.
I laughed delightedly:
“… No way, Daddy… it’s the latest fashion… it’s what all the young girls are wearing this summer…!”
My body thrilled. It wasn’t my bikini the dudes were glancing at. It was me. It was my suddenly voluptuous eighteen-year-old body!
The waves crashed excitingly. The water heaved and broke deliciously. I yelled:
“… Last one in’s a dimbo…!”
My father and I raced down the sand like we’d always raced down the sand together. We plunged into the water like we’d always plunged into the water but this time the shocking cold and power of the waves felt red hot.
We swam for twenty minutes or so.
I loved the water.
I was a strong swimmer. People used to call me a ‘water baby’.
Today, Daddy’s ‘water baby’ was lithe and slippery as a dolphin. I slipped and slid against his body every time a big wave lifted us up. My pert butt enjoyed a moment’s ecstatic with my father’s packed swimsuit every time a wave dumped us in a churn of fizzing salt water.
When we finally walked back up the beach, laughing and dripping wet I checked furtively… the quickest of glances…
No.
Nothing.
Not the slightest sign of thickening or stiffening. Not a trace of a deepening throb or a helpless swelling. The thing coiled in the front of my Daddy’s swimsuit was as thick and heavy as before. His big thing was even more exciting with the wet nylon plastered to his breath-taking bulge… but not at all… in no way… in spite of all our in the water… in no way was my father more erect. My pussy was already tingling with more than just the excitement of the waves… but our frolic in the surf hadn’t aroused my father at all.
When we got back to our spot, my Mom and little brother were nowhere to be seen… just our beach umbrella and my brother’s surfboard and the piles of stuff my mother always brought with us to the beach, the icebox and hamper and beach ball and bags with various creams and blockers… my mother and brother had gone off on one of the strolls along the beach they liked to take, watching for ships and looking for anemones in rock pools.
My father panted:
“… Man… that was great, wasn’t it…?”
I was breathing hard myself.
“… Yes… it was cool…”
Dad spread his towel out in the sun.
“… Might as well get some sun on my back…”
He lay face down on his towel. Searing UV rays drank up the drops of water still trickling down his tanned, muscular shoulders. His wet swimsuit clung to his stallion buttocks. My head spun.
Yes.
Now was the moment.
I couldn’t wait a single minute more.
I spread my towel out facing his towel. I lay down on my belly too, my face no more than a foot or so from his face so I could look directly into his eyes when the time was right. The heat from the sand pulsed up through the towel, molding my perky tits and silky thighs.
By chance a segment of shadow from our sun umbrella shaded my Dad’s face and my cute face too, intimately head on to each other, while the sun beat down hard on our backs sizzling voluptuous suggestions into my silky skin.
I laughed:
“… You still don’t believe in hypnotism, Daddy…?”
I pretended I was merely teasing him.
He lifted his head off his towel. His gorgeous blonde hair was plastered in dark hanks to his broad forehead.
He grinned.
“… Of course I don’t… it’s a load of hocus pocus…”
We were lying so close—yet so perfectly innocently—his strong male breath prickled my perky cheekbones.
I moue-d:
“… You sure? Hypnotism’s a proven fact…!”
I was back on my childish ‘hobbyhorse’.
His smile broadened:
“… Quite sure, darling… you’ll grow out of these foolish fads one day I guess…”
Close up he was so handsome I stopped breathing altogether. I murmured:
“… Why don’t you let me try to hypnotize you…?”
“… Me…?”
“… Sure… if hypnotism’s such a load of hocus pocus you can prove it once and for all, Daddy… by not falling under my spell…”
He laughed out loud.
“… Your spell…?”
I pouted. I breathed warm desire on his face:
“… Mm-mmm… you heard me… my spell… if hypnotism’s such a load of rubbish there’ll be no harm done…”
He looked a bit uneasy.
“… Don’t be ridiculous, Hailey… you can’t hypnotize people on a public beach…!”
I coo-d. I made my voice go lulling and hypnotic:
“… Of course I can… if I can do it in public, that proves that it works…”
There was an upheaval of tanned, fatherly shoulder muscle. My father shrugged:
“… Oh… alright then… I bet you can’t hypnotize me…”
I cried out:
“… I bet you I can…” I blurted. “… What’ll you give me if I hypnotize you…?”
He shook his head:
“… You’re crazy… an ice cream… I’ll buy you an ice cream… two scoops…”
I took a deep breath.
“… Okay, Daddy… you’re on…!”
… As if by magic my lucky charm… a silver four-leaf clover on a delicate silver chain… slipped from between my breasts…
… I lifted it and dangled the charm on its warm chain in front of his face…
… The four-leaf clover glimmered in our segment of shade…
… The four silver leaves were hot from where they’d been crushed between my voluptuous teenage breasts…
I dangled the charm… to and fro… on its length of light-weight chain and took a deep breath:
“… Now… focus your eyes on my charm…”
He grinned:
“… If you insist…”
I murmured… my voice already lulling and hypnotic:
“… I insist…”
The charm moved gently to and fro. It was real silver, delicately molded, but heavy enough to swing rhythmically on its silver chain in the breathless space between our two faces.
“… Focus your eyes on the silver charm… on how it swings… slowly backwards and forwards… to and fro… to and fro…”
So close to him, with the warmth of his breath on my cheeks, my father’s face was stunning, his dark, lustrous eyes patiently following the swaying of the charm.
I dropped my voice to a lilting purr:
“… The charm’s taking you on a journey…”
His broad lips stirred:
“… A journey…?”
“… Mm-mmm… a journey… the charm’s floating you away… the silver charm’s floating you away… to a place where there are no other people… no noise or crowds… no people watching… only peace and quiet…”
His salt lips murmured:
“… Mm-mmm…”
“… The charm is swinging back and forth…”
He drew in a deep breath:
“… Yes…”
“… And you’re floating in a place of perfect peace and quiet…”
His body shifted. The beach was teeming with frolicking bodies. Waves crashed. Cries and shouts and laughter filled the air. For an instant my breath got stuck in my throat.
“… Yes…”
“… The peace and quiet feel wonderful..”
“… Mm-mmm…”
His body relaxed. His eyes were growing more and more blank. His lustrous blue eyes were growing more and more blank and empty, following the lucky charm’s swaying in the hushed air between our faces.
“… No sounds… no people… just wonderful peace and quiet…”
He breathed out:
“… Yes…”
I’d done it!
The trance was taking hold… the hypnotic trance was taking hold of his eyes… of his brain… of his mind… of his stunning body… I could feel the long slow swell of the Theta brainwaves taking control of my father’s subconscious mind, lulling his neural cortex, the deep limbic levels where survival instinct and sexual desire hold sway.
It was enough.
It was more than enough.
My heart was already beating like crazy. It was time to stop.
It was time to snap my father out of his trance and claim my ice cream…
… Except…
As soon as the spell was broken he’d forget. The minute I brought him out of the hypnotized state my Dad would forget everything… he’d deny that anything had happened… he’d refuse to believe that he’d been hypnotized… I wouldn’t get my ice cream…!
I stopped the charm swinging. I gathered the delicate chain in my fist. I slipped the silver four-leaf clover back between my breasts.
His eyes were still blank and empty. The trance held. My father was completely hypnotized, his subconscious mind totally open to my merest suggestion.
I whispered:
“… Your daughter’s beautiful…”
He gazed into my eyes, seeing nothing, seeing everything.
“… Yes…”
“… You like looking into your daughter’s lovely face…”
His voice came from far far away:
“… Yes…”
“… And her body…”
A pause:
“… Mm-mmm…”
I could hear it, in the depths of his far away voice… my Dad was aware… he’d always been aware… of how my body had changed…
I crooned:
“… Your daughter’s got a smoking hot body…”
“… Yes…”
I drew in a deep breath:
“… Your daughter’s smoking hot body is making your cock stiff…”
His voice came from a million miles away:
“… Yes…”
I whispered:
“… Your daughter’s smoking hot body is making your cock stiff because…” I stopped breathing altogether. “… You want to fuck her…”
An agonized groan:
“… Yes…”
I could feel it. Pressed into his towel, his big cock stiffening. His thick shaft gathering weight, pronging his skimpy swimsuit uncomfortably, growing long and rock-hard beneath his body, already throbbing for his daughter’s hot cunt.
I glanced round. There were people on every side, sunbathing, throwing beach balls, heading for the surf. The cry of an ice cream vendor. Somewhere a radio playing country music. No one was paying us the slightest bit of attention. The guys who’d ogled me had disappeared for a swim. No one knew I was his daughter. Nobody knew that this gorgeous man was my father. We were just a man and a woman lying face down, face to face, on our towels. A hunky middle-aged guy with a ripped body and his gorgeous teenage girlfriend.
I murmured:
“… Your daughter’s going to get burnt… she needs some oil on her back…”
“… Yes…”
The bottle of Hawaiian Tropic Dark Tanning Oil was lying ready on my mother’s empty towel.
I held my breath. The moment when a hypnotist moves from suggestion to direct command is always a precarious one:
“… Untie your daughter’s bikini top…”
A long pause:
“… Yes…”
He slid up onto his knees. His powerful body loomed above me. I felt giddy. I’d never realized a man’s penis—not even the big thing coiled in my father’s swimsuit—could stand up so stiff and tall.
My father reached down and untied the bikini strings between my shoulder-blades. I lifted my body a fraction and the skimpy strings slid from under my armpits and freed my full, voluptuous breasts.
“… Oil your daughter’s back…”
“… Yes…”
The gentle patter of warm oil spattered my shoulders and shoulder blades. A delicious trickle dribbled down my spine.
“… Rub it in… rub the oil into your daughter’s silky skin…”
“… Yes…”
I glanced round. No one was watching. Boyfriends are allowed to oil their girlfriends’ back. It was no surprise a middle-aged dude as hunky as my Dad had pulled a hot teenage chick.
His strong fingertips felt breath-takingly gentle, working the oil into my silky skin, palming slippery heat into my winged shoulder-blades, following the plaited perfection of my perky teenage spine.
“… Mm-mmmmmmmmm… lower… oil your daughter’s perky body lower…”
“… Yes…”
My father reached further down my body. His thick cock swung closer to my head. I could feel his rock-hard shaft throbbing, swaying inches above my head, how badly he wanted to fuck me.
“… Your daughter’s skin feels soft and warm and silky…’
“… Mm-mmm…”
I gently lifted my head off the towel. I rubbed a salty tangle of lustrous black hair gently against the pulsing power of my father’s rock-hard cock.
“… Lower… your daughter needs some oil down lower…”
“… Yes…”
His strong fingers kneaded the small of my back. His fingertips massaged slippery heat into my winged hips. His powerful palms plowed suntan oil into the voluptuous place where my curvaceous ass took off.
“… Lower… you don’t want your daughter’s perky butt to get burnt…’
“… No…”
“… Massage her curvaceous ass cheeks…”
His fingertips sank into my succulent softness.
“… Lower… massage your daughter’s gorgeous butt lower…”
“… Yes…”
Strong fingers parted my tight ass-cleft. His powerful fingertips rubbed luscious heat into my pulsing tail-bone. Moist elastic ground up and down my sumptuous crack.
“… Mm-mmmmmmmmm…” I glanced around. There was still nobody looking. “… Your daughter’s ring’s hot…”
“… Mm-mmm…”
A patter of warm oil drizzled in my rear crater, quivered in my throbbing ring. I wanted his big cock in my tight ass. In my molten pussy. In my mouth. I needed my Dad’s big cock to penetrate every pore of my smoking hot body.
I whispered, beneath the din of the waves and the cries of beach-goers:
“… Feel how hot your little girl’s ring is…”
“… Yes…”
My bikini bottom was just an elastic T-back at the back. A fingertip slid under slippery thong. His firm fingertip found my ring. My father’s fingertip lingered ecstatically on my tight teenage ass-hole
… Soon…
… Soon…
… Not yet… but very soon…
… After he’d fucked my molten pussy…
… Once he’d satisfied the pulsing need melting my sopping teenage cunt…
… He could fuck my hot butt too…
I glanced around.
I suddenly felt nervous.
I mustn’t freak. If I freaked I’d break my father’s trance. The spell would be broken, the magic over.
… People could see that me and the hunky dude oiling my back were maybe doing something wrong…
… Were perhaps taking things a little too far…
… But my brother’s surfboard, propped on its side, and the ice-box, and my mother’s pile of beach bags were keeping the worst of my kinky need from actual close-up inspection… nobody could see everything…
… This pleasure thrilling through my body felt so good it… was worth the risk…
… My father’s eyes were still blank and empty… his mind was still a million miles away…
“… Touch your daughter’s hot cunt…”
He stiffened.
His fingertips paused.
My legs spread. My silky thighs parted helplessly.
“… Feel how hot and wet your daughter is…”
“… Yes…”
My father’s fingertips slipped into my molten wetness. I was sopping wet and wide open. Three thick fingers slid in no trouble at all. I quaked and jerked on his wet knuckles.
“… Oh… oh…”
I was losing control. I was breaking the spell.
“… Make your daughter cum… make your little climax for you…”
“… Yes…”
A fingertip located my clit in a mess of throbbing sweetness.
I spasmed at my father’s firm, demanding touch.
My tail-bone kicked. My wet gash jerked and bucked on his loving probes. I slithered in the palm of my father’s hand. I went into meltdown. My father’s probing fingertips found the molten place where I went in and in.
“… Feel how hot your daughter’s fuck-hole is…”
“… Mm-mmm…”
“… Bring your daughter off… fuck your little girl with your big, strong fingers…”
“… Yes…”
“… Oh… oh… oh fuck…”
A phalanx of thick fingers slammed in and out of my juicy hole. I spasm-d helplessly. My wet gash quaked on his powerful fingers. His smoking hot daughter climaxed again and again and again.
“… Oh fuck… fuck… fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…!”
I prayed my cry was drowned out by the thud of the waves, by the cries of the bathers, by the noise of the radio further up the beach.
I lifted my head. I lifted my head backwards above the angle where my brother’s surfboard kept out probing eyes.
My nose skated on hot nylon. My cute, retroussé nose nuzzled between my father’s balls through his skimpy swimsuit. The packed weight of my father’s throbbing ball sac took my breath away. He had so much hot spunk to give his little girl!
I climaxed again and again.
“… Keep going… don’t stop…”
I took one of his big balls in my mouth. I sucked his heavy rock through wet nylon. I licked my father’s tight pounding sac.
“… Argh… argh…”
My pussy lifted off the towel in helpless ecstasy. My Dad’s tight rock filled my mouth. I thought my commands into his subconscious mind:
’… Don’t stop… don’t stop…’
He groaned. His fingers tunneled for my wet cunt’s ecstasy:
“… No…”
I didn’t care what happened any more. I couldn’t care less if anyone was watching. I didn’t mind if the police came and we got caught. As long as I could get my father’s big cock in my mouth. I was more than kinky. The risk of people seeing me sucking my father’s rock-hard cock sent me giddy with pleasure. I wanted people to see. I wasn’t just incestuous, I was an exhibitionist too.
My neck cricked. I bent my head back whiplash-hard. My tongue found its way up my father’s tall shaft. My kitten’s tongue-tip licked luscious snail-tracks through wet nylon all the way up my father’s throbbing cock.
“… Mm-mmm… mm-mmm… mm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”
I tongued delicious wetness into the delicious place where my father’s spear-head lifted from its thick shaft. I freed his swollen tip from his swimsuit with my mouth. I clasped the whole of his rock-hard, drumming tightness in a sumptuous moue.
“… Argh… argh…”
I sent wild commandments into his brain:
’… Fuck her with your fingers… keep finger fucking your daughter’s hot cunt… while your smoking hot daughter’s throating your big cock…’
His thick tip banged at the back of my throat. His throbbing spear-head found my luscious wind-pipe.
“… Argh… argh… argh-lllllllllllllllllllll…”
I no longer cared if the whole beach was watching. I’d only get a chance like this once in my life. I climaxed helplessly again and again.
My plump lips burned, stretched tight round his throbbing thickness. The angle my head was jammed backwards, my father’s rock-hard cock slid easily down my throat. His pounding piston jammed my wind-pipe, succulently tight.
’… Your daughter’s throat feels nice…’
“… Mm-mmm…”
’… Deep throat her… fuck your daughter’s luscious wind-pipe…’
“… Yes…”
“… Glu-uuurg… gla-aaaaaaaaarg… argh-llllllllllllllllllllllllllll…”
My father’s throbbing spear-head slammed gullet-deep down my spasming throat. His rock-hard shaft filled my sumptuous wind-pipe.
“… Argh… argh…”
My Dad rammed his big cock’s swollen tip hard and fast and deep into a choking mess of sweet throat honey.
’… Cum in her throat… cum in your little girl’s gorgeous throat…’
No answer.
A stifled groan.
Rock-hard gristle clenching.
A throbbing jolt, and my father was pumping surge after heady surge of hot cum down his little girl’s throat.
I choked and spluttered. I swallowed throb after delicious throb. My Dad’s big cock filled my throat so tight his semen surged up into my mouth. No matter how hard I swallowed his voluptuous load, warm semen overflowed my stretched-tight lips. My Dad’s gorgeous sperm was already running down my sticky chin.
“… Glu-uuuuuuurg… gla-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg… argh-llllllllllllllllllllllllllll…!”
I climaxed helplessly.
For a terrible second I thought the jolt of the orgasm had snapped him out of his trance…
… But no…
… No way…
… His eyes stayed blank and empty as his stallion buttocks pumped his hot load into my mouth…
… His fingers never once stopped stabbing into my grateful pussy…
I directed my will straight into his hypnotized brain:
’… Your daughter’s hot… you want to fuck her…’
… Yes…’
’… You’re going to fuck your smoking hot daughter…’
“… Mm-mmm…”
He was climbing on top of me, his cock swinging wildly.
People were looking. People would surely see.
’… No… no… not here…’
He froze.
I still had total control of his mind.
’… In the water… in the surf… you want to fuck your hot little girl in the surf…’
He leapt off me. He immediately climbed off me.
“… Yes…”
I knotted hot bikini strings between my shoulder-blades. I adjusted my bikini bottom on my wet gash. My inner thighs were slippery with creamy juice.
He knelt stallion-naked, his swimsuit trapped around his thighs.
’… Cover yourself… tuck your cock in…’
Tuck it in?
His big thing was still raw and erect.
Just seconds ago, my father had cum in my mouth… and his cock was still rock-hard… my Dad was still desperate to fuck me. It was a struggle getting his fully erect cock back in his swimsuit.
We both stood up.
I stood up sheepishly, my body hot all over. I was blushing from head to toe.
My father stood up like a muscular automaton climbing to its feet, his empty eyes staring at the distant horizon, at the heaving blue water where he was going to take my hot teenage body.
I couldn’t tell if anyone had seen me suck him off or not.
My lips was still sticky with his warm cum… but the people under the neighboring umbrellas were only looking at me as if I was really just a perky teenage chick, maybe a bit wild, going for a swim with her older boyfriend. If they’d seen something, they refused to believe their lying eyes.
We made our way to the water.
In his hypnotized trance my father didn’t seem to realize that his erect cock was tenting his swimsuit blatantly… his rock-hard rod butted the skimpy nylon miles out ahead of him, the damp patch in the nylon clearly pulsing pre-cum… or if he did realize he just didn’t care…
… No one said anything…
… We were just a hot couple… too much in love to care what people thought, our heat too blatant to miss, going to cool off in the ocean…
We dived in.
I plunged through towering waves aware of my father’s powerful body close to my smoking hot body in the lift and surge of the salt water.
I arched my back and dolphin kicked deep under massive swells and came up the other side spluttering and gasping for breath my smooth slippery body brushing against my Dad’s ripped powerful body.
In a dip between surging walls of water my urgent fingers found his stiff cock. My hot fist closed round his rock-hard shaft and pumped burning desire for my sopping cunt into his throbbing spear-head.
I threw my arms around his neck and held on tight. He crushed me in his strong arms. A wave lifted us off our feet. My lips found his. My plump lips plastered urgent heat on my father’s powerful mouth. His big tongue forced its way into my mouth and grappled my hot teenage tongue the urgent way I’d always dreamed of, his stiff cock plowing the hot spasms of my slippery belly.
’… Your daughter wants you to fuck her…’
“… Mm-mmm…”
His drenched eyes were still blank and empty. His voice still came from a million miles away.
The spell wasn’t broken. The hypnotic trance held in spite of the din and buffeting of the waves.
’… You need to fuck your hot little girl…’
“… Yes…”
His cock had already thrust itself free from his swimsuit. I dragged my G-string aside. A big wave lifted me. My legs wrapped helplessly round his waist.
“… Oh… oh… oh fuck…”
My body thrilled. Ecstatic blackness swept over my brain. His swollen tip slithered between my thighs. My father’s drumming thickness found the sopping place where I go in and in.
’… Fuck your smoking hot daughter… cum in her hot cunt…’
His throbbing spear-head lodged in a slick of wet heat stronger than the surging ocean.
’… Yes… yes… fuck her… fuck your hot little daughter hard… !’
My father groaned. He slammed his rock-hard cock up into my molten gash hard and fast and deep.
I cried out loud, to the waves and the burning sky:
“… Yes… yes… fuck… oh fuck…”
I spasmed on helplessly on his big cock. My father’s rock-hard penis slammed pile-driver after throbbing pile-driver into my sopping surrender.
“… Oh… oh… oh fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…!”
My hot slit went rutted on his big cock. I held on tight to his neck and drove my melting gash hard and hot back and forth on my father’s strong prong.
“… Yes… yes… ye-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees…!”
I climaxed helplessly.
I was gabbling. I was no longer making sense.
’… Give it to me… give it to me… cum in your daughter’s tight little cunt…’
The pile-drivers sank deeper and deeper. The deep thrusts stabbed up into my hot cunt harder and deeper.
’… Cum in your little girl’s pussy…’
He groaned.
“… Mm-mmm…”
“… Yes… yes…”
The jolt went through the both of us. The strong jolt took my breath away. My father’s thick cock plugged my fuck-hole tight for one last time. His raw spear-head pumped luscious cum into my sopping surrender, my legs wrapped round his waist, my virgin gash rutting on his big prong, his stallion buttocks slamming his hot love into me, my father’s luscious semen throbbing into my molten virgin cunt.
“… Ye-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees…”
No one saw.
The surf was too rough for the other swimmers to pay much attention to a hot couple having fun in the surf, a muscular dude lifting his girlfriend above the waves, her body undulating deliciously. At least, I hoped no one saw.
He pulled out of my wet cunt. I felt my pussy commit a gush of pulsing cum to the surge and swell of the Pacific Ocean.
We waited for my father’s cock to relax back to his normal size. I needed him to fuck me again but we’d already been in the water a long time. I let the ocean surges between my legs wash away the sticky cum clinging to my inner thighs.
We were finally in a condition to return to the beach.
As we waded through the shore-wash I clicked my fingers three times and my Dad snapped out of his trance.
A moment’s bafflement crossed his face. For a second his eyes were confused. I could see from my Dad’s face that his mind had snapped back to its normal fatherly outlook… but his body was still ing things beyond the reach of his mind…
I cried out;
“Wicked, Dad! Or what?”
“Yes, Hailey. The water was certainly great.”
We trudged up the sand towards our beach umbrella.
Mom and my little brother were back from their walk. My brother was waxing his surf board. My mother was poking around in the ice box.
I laughed out loud.
“See, Dad! Hypnotism works!”
He frowned.
“What do you mean hypnotism works?”
I burbled triumphantly.
“You didn’t want to go in for a second swim but I made you!”
He looked even more confused. He’d certainly stretched out on his towel for a long sunbathing session, before I hypnotized him. He hadn’t intended to go in the water a second time.
He looked dubious.
I pressed my advantage home.
“I hypnotized you! You were in a hypnotic trance! I placed the suggestion in your subconscious mind that another swim would be nice and when I commanded you to come in with me again… you were hypnotized… you obeyed!”
His eyes were troubled. His body was still ing delicious sensations that had taken place underwater.
He scowled:
“… Well… maybe…”
I preened:
“There’s no maybe about it, Dad! I hypnotized you! If you don’t believe me we’ll just have to try it again sometime!”