Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Beach Bonfire

The beach bonfire was a roaring masterpiece of driftwood and flames, the ocean crashing in the background. My father Arthur had organized the whole thing, a summer celebration for his closest friends. But his attention never left me. I sat on a blanket near the fire, the heat warming my bare legs, and he sat beside me. When the others wandered down the shore, he pulled me into the shadows beyond the firelight, where the only light was the stars and the only sound was the waves.