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Dutiful Daughter Diegesis - Beautiful Beach Bumping

Welcome to Seavale!

Calm ocean waves. Salty sea air. Beautiful blue skies. Cool, stirring winds. Golden sands. This lovely heat and warmth. Mmmm...

Seavale City! Its about a three or four hour drive away from the likes of Document City and Eastgate, but damn is it worth it! It's more of a peninsula than it is a city, resting on a thin layer of land with the Atlantic Ocean one way, and Vale Inlet the other. Thus the name 'Seavale'.

From the boardwalk which runs the full length of the western beach, to the city itself with its variety of restaurants, the many entertainment districts with things like mini-golf, and the many, many, _many_hotels, there was a little something for everyone here at Seavale. If you leave the city without a smile on your face, well...

You left Seavale wrong.

Now, was it the most glorious beach in the world? Maybe not. For a certain equine, she saw it as her second place. Here she was in Seavale, while her friends were living it up in Oceanside during their Summer Break. Who else wouldn't see this clear downgrade as something as a silver medal?

But she had something none of her friends had, something she wouldn't give up for the world. Something that was currently being fawned over by the receptionist at the hotel counter. It was her--

"Daadddyyyy!!!"

Anastasia Guinevere Ford! At the beginning of her Summer Break, she was unfortunately told that her father - Henry Ford - suffered an injury at work. Being the daddy's girl that she is, she decided to abandoned her summer plans of a vacation over at Oceanside with her friends, to instead take care of her dearest daddy. What started off as an annoyance however, became something else entirely as the father and daughter consummated a new relationship with one another in the most taboo of ways.

But, uh, you already know that, don't you?

A week ago, her father's cast was finally removed, allowing him to freely move his arm around once again. However, he still wasn't back to 100%, forcing him to stay at home for the time being. That proved to not be much of an issue for the two horses, who spent more than just a little time exploring this new found relationship.

It's odd when you start seeing your father as your lover. For Stacey, she was already used to him gaining lecherous gazes from the women around him; it had been happening all throughout her life! But now that their relationship was more than just father/daughter, the mare found her anger to be exploding even more.

Case. In. Point.

Blonde and beautiful, not to mention young, athletic, and tall, there weren't many who could dare call themselves Stacey's equal. Whenever the southern belle/uppity cowgirl came walking into a room, almost always did eyes snap towards her. Her blonde hair that was like the sun, her toned figure that was damn-near untouchable, her height which always drew in looks, and those eyes. Eyes that could be as cute and as bubbly as a young woman's eyes should be... yet as sharp and as taunting as a seductive temptress.

Or, well... maybe not. Less 'seductive temptress' and more like 'egotistical princess'. Yeaaaaah...

At her father's urging, the duo decided to go out to Seavale for vacation following his cast removal, a change she was hesitant towards. Stacey was still trying to understand the implications of that one stormy night, which led to them sleeping in the same bedroom, day in and day out! So the idea of them going out to a place where even more horny-ass bitches would be lusting after her father, did very little to quell Stacey's nerves.

She kinda wanted to... ya'know... just keep him locked away in their home with her and her alone. What? Stacey's not a yandere, she swears!

Alas, she couldn't say 'no' to her father for too long, and besides, she did want to enjoy a nice hot day beneath a beach at least _once_during her Summer Break. And being able to share it with her father was a dream come true. Just the two of them; summer sands, beautiful skies, ocean waves, wearing bikinis and swimsuits and swim trunks. Ah... perfect.

Not so perfect though, with all of thee sluts around.

Okay... maybe Stacey's a little bit yandere...

"Okay, Mister Ford!" said the 'charming' and 'totally young and obviously not a saggy witch' vixen at the receptionist table. No, wait, calling her a 'vixen' is a bit much. She's just a fox... ugh... even that seems too strong.

"Geh heh! Hey! Don't mention it!" said the horse, his hand shaking dismissively.

Henry Ford was a man's man. Strong, powerful, blond, and always with the kindest, most genuine smile ever, resting upon his face. His physique was akin most to that of Adonis or even Zeus, with his broad chest and his rippling musculature. Strength seemed to be infused within every fiber of his being, whether it be his arms, his legs, his chest, his shoulders, his... everything! He could make everyone happy whenever he entered a room, just like how his daughter could intimidate everyone, even if it was accidental. And here he was, charming the entire hotel lobby with his warm smile and affable nature.

Everyone had their eyes on Henry as he gained the keys to their room, much to Stacey's chagrin. Wasn't it enough that the women of their hometown were undressing her father with their skanky eyes? Did these random nobodies have to do the same damn thing!? And with Henry being Henry, he acted as his kind, chivalrous, affable self, either brushing off and ignoring their blatantly lewd eyes, or perhaps - and much worse - even indulging in it!

Absolutely not! She needed to stop this immediately!

"Okay, Daddy!" Stacey said through gritted teeth as she grabbed his arm, "Lets go to our room! You don't want to keep this kind woman from doing her job, do you?"

"Huh? What? S-Stacey?" her father cried, but for as strong as he was, even he proved incapable of telling his daughter 'no'.

Much to the shock of everyone looking at them, the mare tugged her father along through the halls of the hotel around them, taking him straight to the elevator so they could ride up to their room, luggage in hand. Henry opened his mouth a few times to say something, but the look on his daughter's face told him that, yeah, it was probably best to keep quiet. Just wait until they made it to their room... though he couldn't help but to smile about it.

The doors opened, they made way for their room - Number 446 - they walked inside, and--

"Haaaah... lovely, ain't it?" Henry remarked.

Morris Hotels were known worldwide for their beauty and comfort, all whilst being surprisingly cheep. Or, well, 'cheep' by hotel standards, anyway; staying in one for a week wouldn't put you_completely_ in the red! The smooth brown floors and walls, the milk-white couches, chairs and beds, the balcony which overlooked the beach and ocean: everything about it was perfect!

Well, almost. There was the nature of the beds, because there were_two_ of them. Two beds. Urgh!

"Give me a second, Daddy," Stacey said as she cracked the knuckles in her fists, causing sweat to drop from her father's head.

"Now, dear, calm down!" he said, "We don't have to be so--"Zoom! "Uh... q-quick about things..."

With speeds approaching that of a blur, Stacey pulled out the nightstand that separated the two beds and moved it aside. Then she moved the two beds together, forcing them into one large bed that she could share with her father, and she alone! Yes, she was still heated about what happened in the lobby; shut up!

All the while, Henry stood there at the side, a sheepish smile on his face as his daughter laid herself down upon the combined mattresses, her eyes gazing skyward towards the softly whirring ceiling fan overhead. He could read the annoyed face she had, aimed towards the people in the lobby for - in her eyes - lusting over him. It was something he had come to learn about his daughter following the start of their taboo relationship; she was rather protective over him.

Or possessive, depending on how you look at things.

Opening his mouth, Henry said,

"Babygirl?"

Causing Stacey to snap her gaze towards him with an eyebrow raised.

"Is your arm okay, Daddy?" she asked back, "We only got it removed a short while go. Is it really okay for you to tug around all that luggage?"

"Eh... it's only four suitcases; it's nothing too bothersome!" he replied with a grin, "I've had far worse happen to me over the years, and have carried just as much as well! So some suitcases with these arms of mine ain't too bad! But uh..." he cocked his head, "What about you?" then he walked over to the bed, sitting down on its edge besides her, "Did you uh... see something in the lobby that made you unhappy, babygirl?"

He said it with that cheeky smile of his, but Stacey wasn't having it. Her annoyances growing once again, she thought about the smiling people downstairs, and especially that older woman at the receptionist table. She tried hiding her frustrations, but the pout that appeared on her face was cute nonetheless, garnering chuckles from her father nearby.

"Stop that!" Stacey shouted whilst springing up, "It's not funny, Daddy!"

"Geh heh! I think it's pretty funny!" the stallion replied as he brought his hand over, wrapping it around his daughter's waist, "How old are you now? Nineteen? And you're still tryin' to protect dear old Daddy! Haaaah..." he began hugging her in closer, "You don't have to worry 'bout anyone takin' me away from you, Stacey. Now as it's always been, you're my babygirl."

"Dadddyyy..." she muttered.

For as angry as she could be, it didn't take much from her father to instantly melt her heart. Henry's always had that affect on her, even when she as a rambunctious child. She tried acting abrasive and defiant, but that's all it was; an act. And an act she quickly discarded as her expression grew more vulnerable.

"Still... I don't like it when everyone's eyes are on you," Stacey murmured as she snuggled closer to her father, "It makes me mad. Everyone's always undressing you with their eyes. Hmph..." bringing up a finger, she began poking his broad chest, "You're all mine, Daddy. I want you all to myself."

"Staceeey..."

"Which is why!" she continued whilst springing up, "I bought a bikini so amazing, you'll have no choice but to look at me, Daddy! Some for the evening..." her eyes slid into soft glares as she leered up at his face, "Some for the night..."

"The night... huh?" he replied, only to stiffen up when-- "Oooh...?"

Stacey's hand fell upon the lump in his pants, while she continued to shoot her father an alluring and sensual gaze. He tried to say something, but his daughter's philandering fingers kept him silent. The way she teased his manhood through his jeans, haaah, she controlled every bit of him like a puppet on the strings. Henry reclined a bit on the bed's edge, while his dutiful daughter continued rousing up his manhood.

But...

"I can't wait to try it on for you Daddy," Stacey said as she pulled away, "Sooooo... let's head out to the beach already!"

"Huh? A-already?" Henry said, some drool hanging from his lips as his eyes snapped up, "But I just got done driving... I just kinda wanna relax, babygirl!"

"And that's why the perfect place to relax is just a few feet away!" she said whilst pointing towards the beach beyond their balcony, "Come on, come on!" she began tugging on his arm, "The sun, the waves, your cute daughter in a bikini; what more could you ask for!"

"Muh... I hope these walls are thick..."

...

Mmmmmmpah! Perfection!

For a gal like Stacey who feels beautiful 24/7, it takes something particularly amazing to make her feel even more radiant. She loved her daisy dukes and hats, adored her blouses and sundresses, but there's something about an elegant gown or - in this case - a dazzling bikini, that really helps elevate the beauty she had for herself.

Stacey had bought several bikinis for this trip, each for a different purpose. Some were for these moments in the open with her father, which meant hey were tame and could be seen out in public. Others were more on the risque side of things, particularly one number which was black, stretchy, and brings to mind the word 'sling'.

But only her Daddy gets to see that one.

Standing in front of the mirror before her, the mare posed with one hand on her hip and the other on her head, giving herself an alluring smile. Clinging close to her legs were denim shorts, flaunting her hips and thighs, not to mention her toned and flat midriff. Of course, she wouldn't be splashing in the water with these shorts on, for one could see the tied knots of her string bikini as they clung to her hips.

On her chest laid a matching, ruby-red string bikini. Its knot was tied within the center of her brassier, while the cups of her bikini hugged closed to her perky breasts. She adored the slight press upon her bosom, giving her just a teeny bit of lift on her chest, even though she swears she doesn't need it!

Ahem...

Putting it straight, Stacey felt fabulous! Wearing this with her Daddy, there's no way he'd look at any other woman! He'll have all of his eyes on her, and her alone! Though... that wouldn't actually stop other women from looking at him, will it? Uuhhh...

"Shit!" Stacey stammered as she stood up straight in the changing room.

"Babygirl? Are you done in there?" Henry's voice came ringing from outside.

"C-coming, Daddy!"

Exiting the changing booth, Stacey stepped out upon a wooden deck with many a passerby walking along it. The sun overhead shined a light upon her, stopped only by the brow of her cowgirl hat. And, boy, did it leave her feeling amazing. Her earlier grievances washed away, the mare was more than ready to flaunt herself in front of her dear old daddy. But...

"Babygirl?"

Her head swiveled over to the changing room beside her, dropping her gaze upon the divine Adonis that is her father. The short blond hair, the infinitely charming smile, the glowing bronze eyes, and the rippling musculature of his flawless physique. Her father wasn't some bodybuilder, wasn't a fitness junkie; he just worked out enough to keep himself fit, and his manual labor jobs did the rest. But, damn, you wouldn't believe that if you looked up at him right now. When the broad, immaculate chest stares you in the face, you too would be awe stricken by the stallion's brilliance.

And the only person who didn't seem to know this, would be Henry himself.

She's seen her father naked plenty of times during their newfound relationship with one another, so why is he so enthralling now? Because of some stupid swim trunks? They weren't even all that impressive! Just blue and white! Here she was with her string bikini, yet her father's simple pair of swim trunks garnered gazes from all around.

Especially Stacey's own.

"Uhhh... Babygirl? You're uh... lookin' a bit hard there!"

"Huh? What?" the mare said, snapping back.

Looking down and around, she tried to catch up with reality, and reality was just as she feared. All around them on this deck, her father was garnering views from wayward eyes. Women of all ages; some as young as her, some far older, and all of them were gazing up her father. Some men too, though they appeared to be a bit more secretive with their gazes. Didn't matter; Stacey saw it all. And as usual, it was quick to sour her mood.

"Hmmm...! Daddyyyyy!!!" she growled.

"Ugh... what did I do now?" he asked back, haplessly.

"Tch! J-just come on! Let's go find a secluded spot on the beach!"

"Yup! I'm right behind you, Babygirl!"

Picking up their lounging chaise and umbrella, he carried the two items with him whilst following behind his now emotional daughter. If this was a cartoon, she'd be shooting steam from her ears! Instead, she puffed her red cheeks and pouted, while her hands curled into fists.

The beach was surprisingly spacious. Most people enjoyed themselves up on the boardwalk, leaving huge swaths of the coast unexplored and left empty. The further away you got from the boardwalk, the more secluded and reclusive the land became. Now, there were less and less voices to be heard, save only for the mare and her father.

"Uh... Babygirl?" Henry asked, to which Stacey pointed.

"Let's... let's set up right here, Daddy," she said.

Nodding, Henry planted down the umbrella in hand, then unfolded their lounging chaise next to a couple of palm trees and some bushes. Now, all they could hear were the softly stirring waves, with Henry smiling towards the horizon. Pouting still, Stacey wanted to enjoy the sounds as much as her father did, but she just couldn't get the faces of others out of her head.

With previous boyfriends, she had never acted like this. If anything, she wanted to be the center of attention! So for that center to be aimed squarely at her father, well, it left her flummoxed. On one hand, even Stacey realized she was being a bit controlling an possessive; something that wouldn't be out of place coming from her mother, ironically enough. On the other hand, realizing this didn't actually fix the problem, did it?

And yet...

"Hey, Babygirl..." Henry said, his hands resting on her shoulders, "C'mon, let's sit."

"Mm-hmm..."

Nodding along, Stacey allowed her father to sit her down on the lounging chaise with him, his hands gently kneading her shoulders to help clam her down. Her puffing cheeks deflating, and her pout leaving as well, the mare melted beneath the soothing touches of her father as she felt his broad chest rest against her back.

"Is everything okay, Babygirl?" he asked of her, like she was a child again, "Ya'know... you can always tell Daddy."

"I... hhmm... Daddy..."

Growing silent, she felt as Henry removed her hat from her head, revealing her long, luscious blonde hair which was tied into a ponytail. A sigh left her as she felt it being placed aside, her once pouting lips now morphing into a rumbling frown as she looked to the sands below.

"Babygirl..."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she apologized, "I just can't... aaah... I... hmph..." she shook her head, "I know you told me I shouldn't focus so much on the eyes of others, but I just can't help myself. Whenever everyone's looking at you, I just get so... angry. Haaah... goodness... I sound so stupid, don't I? You probably find all those gazes flattering, don't you?"

"Weeeeelll... yeah, I do," Henry answered earnestly, much to her chagrin.

"Daddy!"

"Buuuuuuut!" he continued on, "I think you're only seein' one_side of the picture, Babygirl. When you're focusin' on all the eyes lookin' at me, you miss out on all the eyes lookin' at _you."

"Huh?"

"Oh, don't act stupid; Stacey, you're the most beautiful girl around," Henry claimed, "If I'm turnin' heads for all the women, you're turnin' heads for all the men. I swear, everybody's_been lookin' at you. Even some of the... ahem... _older men, at Oak Vale seemed really excited to see you comin' back from college. Especially for a borin' place like our neighborhood, everyone's always mesmerized by you. And even here, I don't think I'd have enough time in one day to count out how many eyes you've attracted."

"Then... why aren't you angry?" Stacey asked, to which her father shrugged her shoulders.

"Stacey... it's always been like this," he stated, "Since you've grown through your teenage years, sooooooooo many boys have been lookin' at you with those eyes. And since you've grown up, men too. I got over it cuz, well, you're my daughter, and I didn't want to barge in on your relationships when you're growin' up. I didn't want to be like how my parents were with me, and try to control everythin' you did. Doin' that only made me act out all the more! But... uh..."

"But... what...?"

"Since we started... ya'know... sleepin' with one another, I... I too have been..." he blushed as he smiled in a sheepish manner, "Your Daddy too has been gettin' a bit angry over the eyes lookin' at you. I'm like some caveman: I just want to tell everyone who you belong too."

"Hm? Huff... huh huh! Huhuhuhuhuhu!!!"

"Hm? What's so funny?"

"Who I belong too? Huh! You really do sound like a caveman, Daddy," Stacey said as she looked at him with a smile on her face, "But... that's okay; I've always been your little girl," then she raised her hand, placing it upon his snout, "And you've always been my Daddy! Huhuhuh!!!" leaning in, she placed her head upon his chest, snuggling up close, "I guess... so long as we have eyes only on each other, then the whole world can stare for all I care. Hmmm... we both know who we belong to."

"Yeah... heh... we both know who we belong to..."

She hugged him, tight and hard, squeezing her father's strong body up against her tall and slender one. Being with him was always a surefire way to relax and calm the mare, with Stacey melting and murring softly. And when his hand gently laid upon her back, hugging and squeezing her in closer, she further fell under her father's soothing charms. Always so warm and so strong; Stacey couldn't imagine anyone better than him.

"So... Daddy," she whispered, "Did you... take the time to look at my bikini?" the mare asked, causing him to gawk at her.

"Well uh... heh... I really like the shorts, Babygirl," he replied, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Huhuhuhuhuh! Well... it's about to get even better than that... let me just..."

Parting way with a kiss to his cheek, Stacey pulled off from the lounging chaise as she leaned her back up against the palm tree behind her. Brown eyes glowing with this lustful glint to them, the mare gazed upon her father with her head slightly turned up and lips in a smile for a naughty expression. He was her audience; awe-stricken and silent, waiting the reveal for the skimpy garment she was wearing beneath.

Hips moving in little swirls, Stacey put on a naughty little dance for her father as her fingers moved down to the tight shorts she wore. It was already unbuttoned at the top, flaunting a bit of her red bikini bottoms like some slutty window. Gripping her shorts by their hem and bending forward, Stacey continued smiling towards her mesmerized father, while those shorts came sliding down her hips more and more and more until--

"Aaaah~"

Raising her shorts up with her hands resting within their pantaloons, Stacey giggled into the direction of her father, before tossing the shorts right upon his face. He pulled them off, staring at his daughter's body. This tall, athletic mare, wearing a ruby-red string bikini, her blonde hair parted around her face, while her chest raised and lowered with excited breathes. Leaning against the palm tree behind her, she had her eyes locked squarely upon her father. They were alone out here; their own little secluded spot of Paradise.

Seeing her body, her face, and with the relative silence of the area around them. Well...

"Come here, Babygirl."

Henry's voice was uncharacteristically stern. This wasn't some suggestion, some idea. No, this was a command, an order. And hearing her father get so domineering with her, Stacey allowed a grin to break out over her lips.

"Fuck, I'm so damn wet," she commented as she stepped forward, only for her hand to be grabbed by the wrist.

With one pull, Henry used a mere ounce of his strength to pull his daughter atop him on their lounging chaise. She pinned him beneath her athletic form, but it was clear Stacey was the one who was trapped. And as she laughed and giggled, it was even clearer that she enjoyed it.

When their lips met, neither side could tell you. One moment the mare was giggling, the next moment she was indulging in a frenetic liplock. They were kissing, hungry and desperate, swapping tongues with desperate speed and desire. Eyes closed, Stacey shuddered under her father's hands as he felt her up. Those powerful palms of his stroked up and down her backside with one hand, while the other hand trailed upon her hips and buttocks.

Soft, suckling moans continued echoing out from them, while Stacey herself placed her hands upon her father's chest. That strong, broad chest; perfect in every way, shape and form, she was sure bullets could bounce off of him like some sort of superhero! Leaning against it always made her feel small and dainty; like a little girl again.

But being the woman she is now, she rubbed up against her father, grinding her hips against his hips as she felt the forming lump of his massive member. Fuck, that fucking fuck stick. Feeling it getting harder and harder between his legs, pumping up with blood and vitality; Stacey let out an audible groan. She could barely hold herself back, could barely stop herself from raising up. Looking down upon her father with an expression of barely controlled lust, Stacey stroked her fingers along his chest, before slowly guiding her hands down towards his stomach and navel.

That damn fuck stick. She couldn't wait... she needed to...

Sliding down further, Stacey locked her eyes upon the swim trunks Henry wore, a sliver of drool starting to ooze out of his mouth. Palming hungrily at the package he had within his pants, the mare pulled her father's shorts down his strong legs to reveal--

"Huhghghghghgh...!"

Whenever her daddy's dick came out to play, it brought with it this musk she couldn't quite put her finger on. She knew one thing though; it was strong. She could be sucking on it for hours, and it would still have this odor. She could wash it off in the shower with soaps, and it would still carry with it that aroma. And whenever that musky scent struck her nose, it always reduced Stacey to a shuddering mess.

She just needed to...

Getting between his legs, the mare placed her hand upon her father's fuck stick, stroking it up and up until it was standing tall all on its own. Its length was great enough to send a shadow upon his daughter's face, and its girth was far thicker than that of her wrist as well. And even after all this time, Stacey had still yet to overcome the shock of baring witness before his monolithic cock.

But boy, was she getting better at handling it.

Pursing her lip as her brown eyes stared up to gaze upon his face, Stacey began peppering the side of Henry's dick with a flurry of kisses. He groaned whilst listening to his daughter audibly worship his cock, feeling her lips press to its side, again and again and again. The more kisses she gave, the sloppier and messier things became, with her spit mixing with his growing stream of pre. Bridges of fluids hug from Stacey's lips to her father's dick, causing the mare to shudder briefly as more of his taste began to dominate her mouth. If this is what she got from idle kissing, imagine what she'd get from full on fellatio?

Well, Stacey wouldn't have to imagine as she positioned herself above her father's dick. Still trapping him beneath the alluring gaze of her brown eyes, the mare opened her mouth wide, taking the head of his dick straight up into her maw. Its weight was great, pressing down upon her jaw as his flavor exploded within her mouth. Salty in all the right places, bitter in all others, and only tasting better as she's been paying close attention to his diet as of late.

His taste flooded her, making her once alluring and seductive expression fade away. Her father's dick was like bleach, clearing out her mind of anything but his burly fuck stick. Resting her hands upon his thighs, she squeezed and kneaded his legs while her head began to softly bob up and down upon the first few inches of his girthy length.

Her maw grew looser, becoming more comfortable with handling the large dick in her mouth. And once she did, Stacey began slicking and sliding her head further up and down his cock. Every pump of her lips came with an audible 'Gluk!' as her clicking tongue massaged the sides and head of his fuck stick. Henry jolted up from the pleasure, but his daughter's hands kept him relaxed as one hand fell upon her stomach. Laying back again, he gazed up to the endless blue skies overhead.

Out here under the relentless sun, the softly rolling ocean waves, the glittering golden beach sands, the cloudless heavens, the salty sea-breeze, and with no one here but himself and Stacey, Henry truly felt like this was some part of paradise.

Stacey continued her fervent worship of his massive fuck stuck, her hands even coming over to massage and fondle his large, heavy, sweaty balls. Whenever she palmed them, it was like she could feel his spunk sloshing about, desperate to knock up some female like the breeding stud he is.

Fortunately, he had a more than willing one right here!

"Sluurrrk! Mmmph! _Sliiiiiiiiiiidddeee...! POP!_Aaaaahhhaa! Haaaahhh...! You're cock was choking me, Daddy!" Stacey commented, only for...

Pat!

"Uh?"

Looking up, his strong hand suddenly grabbed her by the middle of her head, telling her one thing; he was taking control. Immediately, Stacey's heart jolted as her mouth opened wide, looking up towards her dearest daddy's face as she was lowered towards his throbbing length. She took him in, her loosened mouth already sliding down towards the mid point of his cock... only to be pushed down even_deeper._

Eyes bulging, the mare's gaze darted around for some sort of escape; a natural reflex to have with such a massive cock was currently pushing into her mouth and throat. But like usual whenever her father took control, Stacey allowed him to do as he please, trusting that her father wouldn't harm her.

Didn't stop the tears from swelling in her eyes, or her cheeks from puffing either. There was just so much... meat! It pressed upon her jaw, her tongue, her teeth, and clogged her throat completely! All Stacey could feel and taste was her father's fuck stick as it completely dominated her very being.

But at least she was loosened now. Loosened enough so that when he pulled back on her head, she traveled upon his cock with ease. And then he pulled back down, sliding her head straight down towards his pelvis again. With thrust after thrust, Henry began fucking his daughter's mouth, causing his penis to bulge upon her throat as she took him again and again and again.

Every thrust, every pound, reduced Stacey's world to very little but his penis. She could only see his body as it dominated her view, could only taste his cock as it oozed in her mouth, could only feel his strength as he thrusted into her mouth again and again, could only smell his musk when her nostrils flared, and could only hear his voice as he moaned so deeply.

"Huwweeeee! Hoooooooh! Stacey...! Mmmmm!"

Yeah... like that.

What had Stacey said before? That her father was choking her on his cock? Well, if he wasn't before, he was doing so now! Her father's dick had completely covered her throat, making it impossible for air to come into her mouth. Stacey couldn't breathe, and every second she came closer to that blissful high of passing out, he found her mind ebbing and flowing.

Darkness was... was...

"HUEEEWWWWWEEE!!!"

Mmph!? Darkness was replaced with fire!

Eyes doubling in size, Stacey felt her mouth and throat being completely coated by a full maelstrom of thick, equine seed. It poured into her mouth like a river, flooding every inch of her jaw and throat to the point that all she could taste and feel was seed! And so much more came rising, spurting out through her nostrils so that she could smell his cum too! Her senses were dominated by the seed of her father, who neighed like a horse half his age.

And it just kept coming. Henry was no passive male; he was a breeder, through and through. When his climax started, it seemingly wouldn't stop until everything around him was plastered white with virile equine spunk. Now was no different, with him filling her belly with his seed while his grasp on her head grew loose. And - finally - Stacey was allowed to pull back, flopping off of her father's dick with a shrill cry of--

"AAAHHH!?"

Some more of his seed splattered upon her face, but a majority of it went straight into her mouth. Gasping for air, cum continued pulling her jaw, coating her tongue completely in his white-hot seed. It burned, but it burned so good; like the gravy upon a delicious meal. Now free to breathe and think, Stacey sat before her father's cock, marveling at its glory as she closed her mouth to finally--

"Gulp... gulp... gulp! Gulp! Mmmph! GULP!"

Yeah... there was a lot of seed.

But at least it was gone now, oozing from her lips and down her neck to settle upon her perky cock chest, while she leaned up upon their lounging chaise to further recoil from her throat pounding. Her father was such a virile man, and he further proved this with the way his fuck stick remained hard.

Looking up, Stacey panted softly, knowing it would take more to fully slay the beast that is her father's penis. It was still a daunting task - Stacey remembered that stormy night where he brought her to multiple orgasms before suffering one of his own. But the desire and hunger in her body was obvious; her pussy was twitching with desperate need! Smiling and nodding, her tongue licked away any residing cum upon her lips, while she rose up to properly mount her father.

He laid back, watching as her fingers began fiddling with the knot of her string bikini bottom, before finally undoing it. It slipped away, revealing her moist, pink cunt, but Stacey wasn't done yet. Bringing her hand up next, she pulled upon the knot between her bikini top, undoing it and freeing her perky set of soft tits, with such hard red nipples. They wobbled softly while she mounted her father, hands resting upon his chest while she straddled her hips.

Time to go.

Up and down, Stacey began rubbing her cunt upon her father's thick fuck stick, smearing it in her juices before entering it. He felt the warmth of her labia as it teased his length, his hands dropping upon her hips but not to stop her. Giggling, Stacey continued gyrating her hips, indulging in the warmth her father gave her, even if it was second hand like this.

But after a few moments of gleeful teasing, Stacey stood up, aiming his cock with her pussy. Here it comes, here it comes! The moment that flared tip touched against her pink folds, she began shuddering! But that didn't stop Stacey from pushing on, feeling it spread open her folds and instantly fill her with that thick girth.

"Hmnnmmh! Mm-hmm! That's it! Aaaah! Daddyyy~!"

Sinking down further and further, Stacey groaned as the thick fuck stick that is her father's, began penetrating her athletic body. Her flat stomach started bulging, with Henry's cock visible beneath her as he sank deeper inside of her. And really? This was always her favorite part; how filling her father made her feel. Whenever she took his dick deep into her pussy, Stacey felt womanhood being speared and widened apart by his relentless member. And once she sank down fully - once her hips touched his hips...

"Aaahhnn..."

Stacey dropped her hand to trace her fingers upon the bulging outline of her father's penis within her body. Amazing, wasn't it? Ooooooooh... she loved this feeling so very, very, very much. Aaaahhhnn...

"Daddy..." Stacey whispered as she gently moved her hands down to grab his hands upon her hips.

Taking the hit, he pulled his hands away, allowing Stacey to intertwine their fingers. Locked together, the mare smiled upon her father in a manner both alluring and romantic, as her tail even began shaking left and right. Now then... on to the main course.

Up and down, up and down, up and down; Stacey began riding Henry in earnest. There was no need to relax herself, no point to slow down; the mare was more than capable of taking her father's dick. All those sleepless nights they shared, exploring each others' bodies, had gifted her a pussy perfectly prepared to handle his fine specimen of a cock. And with the summer days rolling on and on, she knew there will be more time training her body and his to... well...

You know.

For now, Stacey's mind was once again filled with the pleasures of sex, riding his body into the lounging chaise as the world around them watched... or didn't; neither side really cared. Every impact of her hips drew louder moans from her lips, with Henry doing likewise as he sank deeper into their seat. The girthy impacts of his cock sent a rumbling through her body, making her breasts bounce and jiggle.

Her father's cock was unmatched by anything she's ever experienced in life. No toy was good enough, no previous lover could compare. And, no, it wasn't just because of the massive length of his dick, or its width. Noooo, Henry's penis toyed with every one of her buttons, rubbing them, abusing them, and all at once. When she road him like this, Stacey found her movements growing looser and less refined, while her jaw split open to let loose a desperate wail of pleasure.

"Aaaahhh! Huaaaaaawwwwhh! Daddddyyyyyyy~~~!" she cried out as her hip movements grew faster.

The soft, round curvature of her buttocks started bouncing against his waist, sending a soft clapping noise out against the ocean waves around them. When Henry stared upon his daughter, it was like he was pleasuring some divine goddess with the way she moved. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth split, and her fingers squeezed in over his hands with every weight impact of her body. There was nothing that could compare to this feeling of elation Stacey endured at this moment, as she lost control over herself.

Her rousing desires caused Henry to raise himself to meet her. When Stacey bounced down, he shot up, slamming his cock into her pussy and making her eyes bulge. Moans hit a brick wall as her mouth grew slack, surprise taking her face as she looked down upon her father. She then bounced down again, only for him to do the same thing again; he shot upwards with her hips, making her eyes swell.

"DADDY!?" Stacey snapped, shocked by his sudden thrusting.

Her pussy was clinching and throbbing around his member with wild fury, her form already shuddering. Shit! Crap! Was she going to do it again? She couldn't believe it; she was just idling riding him! Nothing was out of the ordinary yet! She was just about to... to!

"Aaahhh! HAUAAAAAHWWWH!? HRRRRGGGHHNNNN!!!"

One thrust down, and her pussy was stuck to his waist with no space to go. That didn't stop her legs from spreading out wide however, letting loose a variable jet-stream of clear, feminine cum. It gushed from her pussy, staining Henry's cock, pelvis in balls in his daughter's honey.

The feeling of her orgasm rushed through her form, making her spine grow loose and body weak. One moment she was standing up straight, the next moment she was falling forward, collapsing right into her father's chest. Resting against him, Stacey murred softly, while his big hand wrapped gently upon her shoulder. She smiled and nodded, nuzzled against him too, but the stallion was not yet through with his daughter.

One moment she was laying on his chest, the next moment she was spun around to lay upon their lounging chaise. Stacey's eyes were at first wide, only to gaze forward towards her father with realization.

He was about to really fuck her!

Mouth wide with shock, Stacey struggled to speak, wanting to tell him that she'd yet to recover from her orgasm... but they both recognized this little song and dance. She'd always ask for a few moments to recover - just a few - but Henry being the relentless stud he was, would always keep going.

And now as she laid before him, her legs spread and her brown eyes gazing up, Stacey saw the pure Adonis that is her father. The raw power, the bronze eyes, the surprisingly stoic look. Any and all acts of defiance were instantly washed away, with Stacey nodding in acceptance as she laid her hands behind her head.

"Just... fuck me, Daddy," she whispered.

Henry nodded.

THWAP!

"GAAH!? FUCK! AAAAHH!"

One thrust - one thrust! - and he sent a rumble which roared through Stacey's entire body. That bulging outline of his cock licked straight up into her belly, making her entire body wobble as her core was abused. But this feeling was brief before he pulled back out with his dick, letting it bottom out of her pussy, only to--

THWAP!

"AAAAH! FUCK!!!"

Come roaring right back in!

Her legs lifted and clinging to Henry's hips, Stacey laid beneath him as he drove his mighty fuck stick in and out of her pussy with relentless power. Every strong slam, every powerful pound, ever dominating drive, had Stacey seeing star. Seriously! At one moment, her eyes probably took the form of stars! With little _hearts_dancing within them!

Or maybe that's exaggeration.

Or maybe not.

Placing his hands down besides Stacey's head, Henry began pounding his fuck stick into her pussy, sending her brain on a ride straight to mushland. There were no thoughts going into her mind, just this broken, stuttering voice that sounded like--

"FUCKFUCKFUCK!!! DADYDDYDYDYDYDADADDYY! FUFHFUFHFHK! FUFUFKFUFFK!!! AAAAAHHH! HUAAAAWWWHH!!!"

And that's not getting into the many, many, many orgasm Stacey endured. So much so, that she lost count over them. It could have been as little as two, or as much as eight! She was being thrust into so strong and so frequently, that her pussy was endlessly secreting juices, and moans kept roaring from her mouth. It was a mess down there between her legs, marring down his dick and the chaise beneath them, but Stacey didn't care. The funk could travel around with them all throughout their vacation, so long as her father just kept--

"FUCKMEEEEE!!! HUAAAAAAHHHH~~~!!!"

It was coming. Closer and closer. Harder and stronger. The rush, the thrill, the strong, lustful, lewd, taboo explosion! Her father's own deep and passionate moans were getting louder and louder, and with his balls slapping lewdly up against his crotch, it all told Stacey one thing.

He was about to cum!

Her legs were already resting upon his hips, but Stacey showed just how limber she could be when she had them lock around Henry's waist like she was hugging him. She wanted her father as deep inside of her as he could be, and nowhere else. She even raised her hands to hug him, only to have her hands pinned down by Henry's own.

Their fingers interlocking once again, Stacey locked her brown eyes upon her father's bronze ones, while her pussy suckled his dick in close. He was still thrusting, still fucking her mind into a state of shear bliss, but she had enough wherewithal to look him in the eyes, move her face forward, and--

"Mmmfff!"

"Mmmm!"

Kiss him.

Lovingly.

Passionately.

Lustfully.

Tongues swirled and danced in their mouths, while her constantly twitching cunt continued milking his cock for all it was worth.

And that worth came roaring.

"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!?!?!?"

Thank goodness his mouth was latched onto hers, because Stacey knew if it wasn't, she'd be screaming loud enough to alert the authorities in Seavale.

Moaning into her father, the male felt him unload one of his large loads as deep into her pussy as it could possibly go. And if it wasn't obvious from the orgasm he had before, there was a lot._Spunk rushed into Stacey's womb, filling her out to the point that her belly began _expanding.

Still kissing her father, the mare felt her stomach swell with jizz, her eyes rolling back in shear ecstasy. But no matter how deep it flowed, no matter how much came out of him... he just kept taking in_more_.

Spurt after spurt which themselves would be a sizable load, kept flowing out of her father's dick and straight inside of her. And the feeling of her stomach being distended... oooh... it felt so _good!_But even it couldn't go on forever.

Henry pulled away, finally releasing Stacey from his lips where all she did was pant for air. It took her a bit to return to reality, but once she did, she instantly winced and twitched as another climax rocked her. Pussy clinching around her father's dick, the mare drew her gaze down towards her stomach, her hand moving to rub herself.

Haaah... it was so sensitive... she was so sensitive. And...

Sluuuuuuuurrrrrkkk!!!

"Aaaaaahh! Daaddyyyyy~~~"

She watched as he drew back with his hips, retreating from her gaping folds with is long fuck stick dangling between his legs. Following him were so many strands of thick, gooey cum, hanging from his cock and coating her folds as her pussy twitched with need. And as he retreated out of her with his cock being oh so slow and oh so arduous...

"Haaaaahhhaaaaaahhhwwwww...!"

Stacey felt his cum sloshing out of her pussy in gooey rivulet after gooey rivulet, her head laying back on the chaise as her eyes stared up to the clouds beyond. There she relaxed, struggling to catch her breath as her eyes eventually closed shut, smiling blissfully. But of course... there was a little problem with this tryst of theirs.

A shadow drifted over head, causing Stacey to open her eyes. When she did, she gazed upon the looming sight of her father, and his fuck stick which was still hard and rigid. Of course, two orgasms back to back wouldn't be enough for him.

They were never enough for him.

"Haaaah... Daddy," she said whilst getting up on his knees before him again, "Let me just... huh... haaaah..."

And with her mouth opening wide, Stacey...

"Slurrrrrrrp!"

...

Nights at Seavale are a truly unforgettable sight. The sun sets in the distance, and the moon rises nice and high, blanketing the heavens with its silver glow. The city lights are also alight, but when one sits on the beach like they did, the stars are visible. And with the cool night wind blowing to rustle sands and hair, you too will find yourself staying out at a little bit longer at night.

Even if you don't mean to.

"AAHA!? BRRRGGHH! IT'S COLD! REALLY, REALLY COLD!"

"Heheheh! I told you, Daddy!"

There's something oddly thrilling about standing casually outside naked, wouldn't you agree? Like, yeah, she'd never do something so scandalous as to be be caught standing around in her nude glory, but when she's alone, and when she's alone with him, she could relax and take in the joy of it all.

How long had it been since they got done fucking? Like, her father proved to be more excited than usual, and really pounded into her pussy! It didn't matter the position - missionary, cowgirl, doggystyle, mating press, reverse suspended congress - Henry fucked her like this would be the last time they'd see each other! And through it all, Stacey took him, pound for pound for pound.

Though... boy, did her pussy ache. And... this area of the beach was kinda caked with their odor. Good thing by the time anyone else came here, they'd be long gone!

But, right, focus on the here and now!

"C'mon, Daddy! Get out of the water!" Stacey called as she tied her bikini top back upon her chest, "Mmmgh! We need to get back to our hotel room and shower. I am not eating dinner at that restaurant with this funky scent on!"

Looking to the distance, she watched a Henry emerged from the darkened waters of the ocean in his nude glory. Apparently, he thought it would be a good idea to take a quick dip in order to clean off the cum and other such fluids which stained his body. She warned him it would be cold, but of course, he ignored her warning.

Oh Daddy...

"So this place we're eating at... they have steak?" Henry asked as he joined his daughter, his hands reaching for his swim trunks.

"And hotdogs, and burgers, and mashed potatoes, Daddy," Stacey said as she flicked his nose, "I made sure it had all of your favorites. Though I hope you're more interested in trying something new for a change. No point in going to a new place if you're just going to eat all your usual foods t home."

"Weeell... depends on what they have on the menu," the stallion replied with that wide smile on his face, "But if you chose it, I know it will be great, babygirl."

"Heheheheh... Daddy."

Smiling in a surprisingly bashful manner, Stacey reached out to grab her father's hand. He grabbed back, before reaching down to grab their folding chaise with his free hand. And with his daughter grabbing their umbrella, the duo walked off for the boardwalks in the distance.

"It was a lovely time, spending on the beach with you, Daddy," Stacey remarked, "Heheheh... sex on the beach. And such loud sex too! Rather dangerous, don't you think Daddy?"

"Well, I've never had such a beautiful girl to have sex on a beach with!" he replied with that trademark smile on his face.

"Heheheheheheh! Oh Daddy! Haah... hmm..." she looked away, "Fortunately for you... I rather enjoyed our time together on the beach as well. I'm looking forward to more..." her hip bumped into his, "We still have an entire week out here to ourselves. We better enjoy it! Huhuh... and I still have a few surprises for you, too."

"Surprises?" he asked whilst looking over towards her, "Weeeeell... mind sharing it with your dear old daddy?"

"Hmmm... well... huhuh... let's just say that it rhymes with the words 'sling' and 'bikini'!"

"Oh wow? A sling bikini? Sounds nice! But..."

"Hm? 'But' what?"

"Uhhh... what's a sling bikini?"

Stacey smiled.

"Oh Daddy."