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Going Camping With The Family
Chapter 1
Liz Jefferies tucked her hands beneath the bottom of the
faded blue sweatshirt she wore. She pulled upward, easing it over
her head and arms, then tossing it atop the granite boulder beside
her. She smiled, feeling a rush of excitement.
Hooking her arms behind her back, her fingers found the clasp
to her white bra and freed it. The confining halter slipped
forward, the heavy mounds of her breasts spilling out and doing a
lively little jostling dance.
Her hands slid under the twin, pillow-like tits, massaging
away the redness left by the bra. She wasn't used to wearing the
bra and it felt so damn good to be free of the thing - if only for
a few moments. She had slipped away from the others for an
evening swim.
She glanced to her chest, her smile widening. They were still
attractive breasts, firm and rounded with just a bit of a
pendulous swing to them. Not at all the breasts one would expect
on a woman who had nursed two children. But then, Liz Jefferies'
body wasn't that of a woman in her early forties. She had seen to
that. She was proud of her body and had taken care of it during
the twenty-two years of marriage and twenty years of motherhood.
She appeared no more than thirty, no longer a girl, but a mature,
attractive woman. But what was better - she felt like a woman of
thirty.
With a toss of her head, she sent a cascade of fiery red
hair, still untouched by cosmetic aids, back over her slightly-
freckled shoulders. Releasing the weighty globes of her breasts,
she reached down and popped the snap to her jeans, then drug the
zipper down its metallic track
Sucking in a deep lungful of the crisp mountain air, she
slipped her fingers under the tops of her jeans and the elastic
band of her panties. She wiggled her hips a bit and shimmied free
of her clothing. Completely naked, she stood alone beside the
edge of a mountain pool deep within the forests of the Northwest.
It was exhilarating. Her whole body felt alive.
She grinned, suddenly wishing her husband Jason were with
her. She felt sexy and what better place to make love than here
amid the fertile wildness of the forest. Next time she discovered
such a secluded pool, she would see that Jason was with her - or
perhaps they could slip off tonight when the others were asleep,
and revisit this one.
Below her, reflected in the water, another grinning woman
stared up to her. For a moment or two, Liz stood there, admiring
the supple sleekness of her nakedness. The flatness of her
stomach, the long shapely contours of her legs, the womanly knoll
of her shaven pubis - all reasons why after their years of
marriage, she and Jason were still lovers.
Stretching out a toe, she tested the water, shattering the
mirror-like image in a series of ripples. The water was cool, but
not cold. Without hesitating, she stepped into the pool,
immersing her bare body in its soothing waters.
Despite her earlier protests, she was glad she had given in
to her husband and agreed to this wilderness trek. Even with the
long hours of hiking each day, she was enjoying every minute of
their summer vacation.
She kicked out toward the center of the pool and rolled over
to float on her back. However, she did wish it were just Jason
and her and their children, and not Mona and her family along on
this mountain trip.
Children! She shook her head and laughed aloud. Bret was
twenty, a junior in college, and Linda was eighteen, ready to
begin her own college education this fall. Neither could be
described as children any more. She had to be careful about
calling them that. She remembered how much it had irritated her
when her own mother had done it.
Still, she wished Mona and her family weren't here. Not that
she minded Mona or her son Phil or even her step-daughter Karen.
There was something about all three of them that made them the
type of people one enjoyed being around. Frank, Mona's husband,
was a different story.
Liz wasn't sure exactly what it was about Frank that put her
off, but the man made her feel uncomfortable. He was so straight,
so uptight. Mr. Middle Class Conservative, that was Frank, she
decided. If there were any member of their group that put a
damper on things, it was Frank. It was as though he was afraid to
let himself go, afraid to enjoy their vacation. Why Mona had ever
selected him to fill the vacancy left by Tom's death in Vietnam,
Liz would never understand. Perhaps Mona needed the security;
Frank was a hard worker and a good provider.
But he wasn't Tom, not by a long shot. Tom was Liz's one
regret in her life. She and Jason had shared an open marriage for
more than half their life together. Yet, she had never been able
to approach Tom. It had been a mistake, she knew that now. She
and Tom had been close - yes, loved each other. Neither had ever
been able to admit that then - the times were different, people
afraid to display their feelings for one another. And then, Tom
had been Jason's sister's husband. No matter what the reasons, it
was too late now - it was a loss that could never be filled.
Liz's thoughts returned to Frank. He was attractive enough
for a sexual partner, but he would probably freak out if he ever
learned about Jason's and her marriage. Knowing Frank, he would
probably refuse to let Mona and the children see them ever again.
That had to be avoided. Jason and his younger sister had always
been close. Closer than most siblings in that Jason had raised
Mona after their parents' death in an auto accident.
Still, it would be amusing to watch Frank's stone face
shatter in moral horror if she should walk up and proposition him
for a little extra-marital hanky-panky. She laughed again,
rolling over to swim the length of the mountain pool.
* * *
Phil Stivers' groin was afire, aching with need. The
eighteen-year-old youth had wandered away from the rest of the
group for a bit of privacy. He had seen his Aunt Liz slip away
from the camp and followed her, hoping to talk with the woman.
The two of them had always gotten along well - and she was cool,
both she and Uncle Jason were in with the times, without having to
try to act young.
All he had wanted to do was talk. He never expected this!
His dark, young eyes devoured the supple nakedness of his
aunt. He had never really seen her as a woman before, but now it
would be impossible to see her as anything else. Aunt Liz was
beautiful!
He glared at the big balls of her tits. He wished his hands
were massaging those luscious looking mounds rather than hers.
And the pinkness of her pink nipples, standing stiff and hard in
the coolness of the evening - his lips and tongue hungered to
possess those tempting morsels of flesh.
His cock stiffened, straining against the tightness of his
jeans. Aunt Liz turned a bit, glancing over her shoulder as if
checking to see if she were alone. His eyes drifted over the
sleek smoothness of her stomach, homing in on the most private
part of her body.
She shaved!
Aunt Liz shaved her pussy!
He had read about women doing that, and he had seen pictures
in magazines of women with shaven cunts. But he had never seen
one - not for real - not in the flesh. His balls did all sorts of
wild flip-flops.
Phil stifled a moan of disappointment when his aunt turned
back to the pool, denying him a further view of her sex. His hand
reached down and squeezed the swollen length of his prick. His
eyes caressed the oval-shaped cheeks of her ass, as she bent over
and tested the water. It was the ass of a woman, full and
rounded.
He sucked in his breath. Aunt Liz was a woman, all woman,
not one of the million girls who filled the world around him.
There was nothing girlish about her. Her body was so damn
beautiful; it sent throbbing aches of desire through his young
body, just standing there behind the trunk of an old oak, watching
her. He had had girls before - Mary Jane in the back seat of
their family car - Sally, that night of the senior prom out behind
the country club. But Phil Stivers had never had a woman.
Aunt Liz walked out into the pool, the water climbing up the
taut length of her legs. She did a little spring and pushed out
to the center of the pond. When she rolled onto her back, the
alluring forms of her tits stood atop her chest, wet and shining,
like shimmering domes. At their crests, her nipples still stood,
stiffly pointing to the sky.
Just to be able to touch her. To feel his fingers move over
the pinkness of her body. That would be enough - even if the
touch was no more than a fleeting second or two.
It was then Phil decided to strip and join his skinny-dipping
aunt.
He peeled away his clothes and slipped into the pool before
Liz noticed his presence.
"Phil!" She looked surprised to see him, but not shocked.
"What are you doing here?"
He didn't answer, but swam out to join her.
"Phil?" she said again, uncertainty in her voice. "What are
you doing here?"
"You," he said, coming beside her. "I saw you from up
there." He pointed to a stand of oaks above the pool. "I wanted
you."
Those last three words slipped over his tongue before he
realized what he was saying. He hadn't meant to be that brash.
He didn't want to frighten her off, to scare her into leaving.
But if Liz was frightened, she didn't show it. Her eyes,
green and sparkling like emeralds, widened a bit; then she smiled.
It was a gentle smile, a smile of understanding.
"Phil ..."
"You're beautiful," he blurted out, confidence growing within
him. "I've never seen a woman so beautiful!"
He moved closer, the nakedness of his young body brushing
against her bare skin. Liz fought to suppress a thrilling tremble
that rose within her. He was so young, so virile. The thought of
taking him as a lover was exciting. The boy had inherited Tom's
looks and physique. It would be a lie to deny she found him
attractive.
But she was his aunt.
"Phil ..." she fumbled for her words. She did not want to
hurt him. "Phil, thank you, that was a nice compliment. But,
Phil, I'm your aunt. And I'm so much ..."
"Older than me?" He shook his head. "That doesn't matter.
You're still beautiful."
She smiled again, fighting against the natural urges of her
own body. It would be easy if I didn't feel so sexy, she thought.
Her feet found the bottom of the pool and she began to walk to the
bank and her clothes.
"Please don't leave," Phil said behind her. He reached out
and took her hand.
"Phil, do you realize ..." She turned back to him It was a
mistake. The water was below her chest. Her breasts, glistening
with moisture, were exposed to his eyes.
Before she could finish her sentence, her nephew's hand rose
and lightly touched one of the bulging mounds. A shudder of
desire raced through her body. Without thinking she moaned
softly.
He smiled, stepping closer. His hand tightened its hold on
her vulnerably bare tit.
"You feel good." His voice was deep and husky with want.
"So smooth and soft."
She knew she should turn and leave. But she didn't. Instead
she moaned again when his fingertips found the plump, stiff form
of her nipple. He toyed with it, drawing circles around the pink
halo of flesh surrounding it.
He pressed closer. The thickened crown of his prick touched
a bare thigh. He didn't move, but stood there, his aroused cock
throbbing against her leg. She shivered, not in fear or repulsion
- but in desire.
"Phil," she began again. But the sudden squeezing of his
caressing hand cut off whatever words she intended to speak. His
exploring fingers dug firmly into the ball of her breast, kneading
the pliant flesh.
"Kiss me," he whispered, inching closer to her. "Kiss me,
Aunt Liz."
With increased vigor, his hand worked her heavy mound of
titflesh. Summery waves of sexual heat coursed through her on a
direct line to the pulsing channel of her sex. She did as he
said. She leaned forward and kissed her nephew.
Their lips met, pressing against one another. Then his mouth
opened and his tongue flicked out, taunting her to open her mouth
to him. She did, accepting the deep thrust of the youth's tongue.
He was pressed firmly against her now, as though he realized
she would offer no more protests. His hand released hers, then
drifted downward to skim a thigh and ease between her legs.
Almost on their own accord, her thighs opened to him, allowing his
hand to cup the shaven rise of her pubis. She moaned around his
mouthful of tongue, as his hand clamped firmly over the bulge of
her cunt.
She forgot all thoughts of trying to prevent him from
exploring her body. Instead, her arms encircled his waist,
tensing at the boulder-hard contours of his young buttocks, her
own tongue eventually snaking into his mouth to probe and taunt.
An inquisitive finger slid between the cleft of her loins,
finding the open and willing tunnel of her cunt. Upward his digit
moved, invading her body. She moaned again under the wanton rise
of passion filling her.
His finger twisted and stroked a moment, then was joined by
another of his taunting fingers. Standing there, waist deep in
the water, she took his two fingers, groaning with mounting
desire.
"You want it, don't you?" He smiled when they parted. "You
want it as much as I do."
His fingers drove all the way to their third knuckles, as if
to emphasize his words. She nodded, unable to speak as she gasped
with his forceful invasion. He pumped into her, finger fucking
her pussy with decided relish.
"But not here," she managed to say.
Suddenly, he pulled from her cunt, his other hand releasing
the hold on her tit. "There, by those trees."
Taking her hand once again, he led her from the water. The
place he selected was a small grassy clearing hidden behind a low
hedge-like growth of bushes - secluded and just right for two
bodies.
Without speaking, she lowered herself to the grass, laying on
her back, thighs open to him. Her nephew stood above her for a
moment obviously enjoying the unashamed nakedness of her body. At
the same time, her eyes roved over him, homing in on the turgid
pole of cock jutting from his groin. She had been wrong in
thinking of him as a boy earlier - Phil was every inch a man.
Raising her arms, she beckoned to him. He answered with a
pleased smile and came to her, sliding atop the luxury of her
supine body. His hands covered her bulging tits and his mouth met
hers.
Simultaneously, she reached down, wedging a hand between
their cores. She found the stalk of his sex and squeezed. He did
a little aroused twitch atop her and moaned.
Her fingers caressed the swollen firmness of his youthful
length, reveling in its virile feel, its urgent throbs. It felt
so long and hard - so ready to enter the aching slit of her sex.
Expertly, she guided him to the slightly-pouting lips of her
labia, nestling his cockhead within those thick lips. With an
excited tremor of desire, his hips bucked forward. In one thrust,
he skewered into her, burying himself within the moist harbor of
her pussy.
She felt every bit as good as he had imagined. Hot and tight,
his aunt's cunt stretched around the swollen length of his cock.
Her pelvis undulated beneath him, washing the clingy folds of her
pussy around him, bathing his bone-hard rod in the luxury of her
body.
He wanted to just lay, feeling her beneath him, soaking in
the liquid warmth of her womanly core, but his body was fired with
lust. His hips inched upward. His prick slithered from the
molten deeps of her cunt. Then he slammed back, drilling to the
hilt. The woman under him, his aunt, groaned with pleasure beneath
the fleshy impact.
"Yes," she whispered when his pelvis rose once again. "Yes,
that's it. Fuck me!"
His balls jumped. Fuck me! She had asked him to fuck her.
It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Cool Aunt Liz had
asked him to ball her. He had never imagined her using that word,
let alone begging him to do it.
His hands squeezed into the pliable domes of her breasts, as
though using them for handles. His hips plunged down. His cock,
jerking with excitement, rammed into the welcoming gash of her
shaven pussy.
She groaned. He felt so damn good. Swollen and long, his
young prick tunneled deeply into the mouth of her belly. He
filled her, packed her to the brim. Thrills of lustful want
blasted through her wanton body. If it wasn't enough that this
her latest lover was so young, there was the wicked taste of
forbidden fruit in their union. This was not just some youthful
sexual partner - this was her nephew.
As tight as possible, she squeezed down on his shafting
length. She made the channel of her cunt a fleshy vise, igniting
a pleasurable friction over each inch of his prick. His groans
rose to mingle with hers.
Deep and hard, he drove into her. She had men who knew more
about how to please a woman, but very few could match his vigor.
In and out he poled, plummeting and probing the hot socket of her
cunt. He was like a rutting stag and she was the vessel of his
lust. She accepted and welcomed each forceful lunge of his
penetrating cock. She worked her own pelvis, accommodating his
wants and needs, giving herself completely to him.
Harder and harder, he pumped into her aching pussy. She felt
the juices of arousal flowing within her, lubricating the fleshy
piston that reamed her so marvelously. Up and down her hips
hunched, matching each of his ravaging strokes.
Their bodies slapped together, just wet from the water and
moistened by their own sweat. They worked together, each trying
to satisfy, yet take as much as possible from the other.
Her thighs pulsed with a glowing heat. She groaned in
disbelief. Already her body raced toward its release of lust and
desire. With reckless abandon she threw her pelvis upward,
deepening the angle of his penetration. Hotter and hotter the
fires of need burned within the core of her body.
The throbbing heat of her thighs expanded, swirling out in
nebulous streams. They met in exploding ecstasy. She came, her
whole body shuddering with tremors of unleashed pleasure. She
whimpered and thrashed beneath the weight of the youth atop her.
Her fingernails dug into the globes of his buttocks, trying to
drag him deeper into the steamy, contracting channel of her cunt.
In a rush, like erupting lava, he came. Gush after gush of
hot, burning come spewed from the head of his cock. Sperm and
semen, in a creamy white flood, filled the spongy tunnel of his
aunt's vagina. His balls emptied themselves of their fiery load,
jetting fountain after fountain into her trembling pussy, until
his come oozed from her wanton slit and trickled down a thigh.
Then he was still, soaking in the gratification of their
carnal union. Full weight, he rested atop the quivering bed of
woman flesh, moaning his total pleasure.
Liz closed her arms around the boy, lovingly caressing his
body - the body of her lover, her nephew.
Chapter 2
Mona Stivers was, as her husband Frank phrased it, "in the
mood." In her own words, she was horny. But one did not use such
common street language around Frank. Frank was above such things.
Mona contained herself during the campfire dinner that night,
waiting until the two families eventually drifted into their
various tents. Then she walked to the river and bathed.
The bath was the first phase of her plan to seduce her own
husband. After all, a woman who smells of a days hiking and
campfire smoke isn't the sexiest of women. And tonight, she
wanted to be as sexy as she felt. She wanted to be sexy for
Frank. She had to be sexy for him.
Stepping from the chilly current, she briskly toweled herself
dry. The soft moonlight played on her body, her skin glowing milk
white. She knew she was a small woman, but she also realized she
was attractive, not beautiful, but attractive. Her breasts were
firm cones, each topped with a plump bud of dark brown, almost
black flesh. They weren't the heavy balls of titflesh her sister-
in-law Liz sported, but they were perfectly matched for Mona's
diminutive figure. She was a small woman just reaching five foot
four.
The rest of her body was curved and rounded where a woman's
body was supposed to be and trim where it was supposed to be. It
was the type of figure other women envied, since Mona came by it
naturally and kept it that way with little or no effort. It was
also a figure that still captured the admiring gazes of men.
Yet with Frank ...
Mona shook her head, her raven black hair tumbling around her
shoulders. She didn't want to think about that. Tonight would be
different. She'd make it different!
Beside the robe she'd placed on the river bank, she found a
small bottle of perfume. Carefully, she dabbed droplets on all
the vital areas of her body. The fragrance wafted through the air.
It was the same perfume she'd worn when Frank and she first
started dating. This bottle had been purchased to revive whatever
had first sparked Frank's interest.
Capping the bottle, Mona lifted her robe, slipped it on and
tied it loosely around her waist so that the neck opened in a wide
"V", exposing a bountiful expanse of titflesh. She wished the
robe were one of those wicked, black lacy gowns she'd seen
advertised in the magazines, but it was all she had and it would
have to serve its purpose.
She breathed deeply, filling her lungs, steadying herself.
Then she started back to the camp. The fire was no more than
glowing embers now. All the tent lanterns were extinguished,
except for Frank and hers. She tingled with a rush of
anticipation, excitement suffusing through her body. Frank was
waiting for her.
What if this time was like all the rest?
No! She refused to consider that possibility. This time
would be different. She knew it would. She knew it!
Reaching out, Mona lifted the tent's flap and stepped in.
Frank, in pajamas, was stretched out atop his sleeping bag. He
laid aside the paperback he was reading and glanced up to her.
"How was the bath?"
"Lonely," she said, knowing as she said it that Frank would
never consider their bathing together while on the camping trip.
It was hard enough to get him to bathe with her in the privacy of
their own home. However, here someone might discover them and
conservative Frank could never live with that.
"Tired?" He ignored her comment as she knew he would.
"Not that tired," Mona replied, her fingers pulling the sash
to the robe.
The knot untwined. The folds of fabric fell open, revealing
her nakedness beneath. Frank's eyes lowered, darting over the
invitation of her nudity. Then, a somewhat embarrassed expression
on his face, he looked back at her.
However, Mona noted the rising bulge beneath the pants of his
pajamas, Gooseflesh raced up and down her spine. Moisture crept
into the core of her body. Desire grew within her.
"My place or yours?" She smiled, her hand waving to the two
sleeping bags. But Frank seemed to miss her point.
She didn't let it bother her. Instead, she slipped the robe
from her white shoulders and let it drop to the floor of the tent
behind her. Slowly, tauntingly, to allow Frank's eyes to view her
total nakedness, she walked to her sleeping bag, then stretched
out on her back. She opened her arms to her husband.
He stared at her seductive pose for a moment, his eyes wide
and unblinking. Then he moved.
He scurried toward her, his hand fumbling with his pajamas.
Hard and stiff, the fat length of his prick shafted from the fly.
He wasn't even going to take off his pajamas! She shuddered in
disgust.
No! She told herself. If that's the way he wants it, that's
the way it will be. I want him in me. This time I'll show him
what he can do to a woman. I'll show him what being a man is all
about.
Frank slid atop her, the fabric of his pajamas feeling rough
and harsh against the swollen tips of her nipples. She moaned,
not in pleasure, but with the crushing weight of his body. Frank
did nothing to relieve his two hundred pounds.
Still she refused to believe this time would be like all the
rest. She closed her eyes and waited for his kiss.
But no kiss came.
Instead she felt his hand awkwardly pushing between her
spread thighs, his rough fingers opening the lips of her cunt.
And at last the sudden, slicing entry of his rod.
Hard and deep, he drove into her. Thick and swollen, the
massive stalk of her husband's sex drilled into the hot, lusty
pocket of her pussy. She groaned, grateful for the stiff invasion
of her wanton body.
He felt good. He filled her, his bulky tool stretching the
spongy folds of her vagina. She moaned, squeezing down around
him. She squeezed, making herself as tight as possible for him,
giving him as much pleasure as she could.
"Yesss," she whispered. "God, yes!"
His hips jerked up, his fat rod slithering from the molten
recesses of her cunt. She quivered, anticipating the lunging
stroke that would drive him back into her.
Down he slammed into her. Deeply his manhood sliced into the
liquid warmth of her trembling cunt. Her arms wrapped around his
back, pulling him tightly to her. She closed her eyes and
silently prayed that this would be the time - that this time would
be what she wanted and needed.
Rapidly now, Frank's pelvis rose and fell. In and out his
swollen cock pistoned within the willing mouth of her belly. She
prayed harder, her own desires rising with each lunging shaft of
his prick.
Then Frank shuddered.
His hips thrusted down, driving his throbbing lance deeply
into the gash of her sex. He trembled, his lust and need gushing
from the tip of his cock and flooding into her vagina. For a
moment, he lay there atop her, then rose, his limp penis sliding
from her body.
Without a word, Frank crawled back to his sleeping bag. He
reached up to extinguish the lantern, then rolled to his side to
sleep.
It was over. Just like that, it was over!
Mona, feeling vulnerable and used, stared up into the
blackness filling the tent, trying to stem the flood of tears
welling in her eyes. It had been no different than all the times
before, no different at all! And she had no idea what to do!
* * *
"You shameless bitch!" Jason Jefferies chided his wife.
"Seducing your own nephew!"
Without a word, Liz ran a hand down over the hardness of her
husband's stomach, eventually finding the bone-hard spike of
manmeat jutting from his crotch. She squeezed the rigid rod, her
fist jacking along its length. The man lying beside her in the
double sleeping bag moaned with pleasure.
"And you called me shameless!" She teased him. Her other hand
cupped the bag hanging from his scrotum and toyed with his weighty
testicles. "You're as hard as a rock!"
He was! But then that was exactly what she expected. Her
husband's reaction to her sexual encounters was always the same.
Her recounting of what had happened between Phil and her beside
the mountain pool had been no different. It turned Jason on.
And that, In turn, was doing all sorts of warm, sexy things
within her
"We're both shameless." Jason chuckled softly, his own hands
sliding from her shoulders to caress the pillowy balls of her
tits.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed softly while his fingers lovingly
kneaded the pliant flesh of her breasts. Jason understood her and
her needs. When they made love, it was that - love. "Not
shameless, free."
They were free, she realized. It was during such moments as
this that it became obvious just how free they were. How many
women could tell their husbands they had just balled their teenage
nephew and find their husbands ready and willing to make love to
them? The number she knew could be counted on one finger - her.
And Liz realized just how lucky she was."
For the majority of married couples, she realized, her
confession would have brought unreasonable anger which would have
led to the divorce court. But for Jason and her, the sharing of
their sexual adventures only brought them closer together. And it
always led to their own love-making, which was the best part.
Despite their open marriage and the other sexual partners they
both had known, they still loved each other and still found the
deepest satisfaction in each other's arms. The extra-marital
encounters were like icing on the cake.
"Oh!" Jason's fingers found her nipples and scissored around
them. A hot, exciting thrill of pain and pleasure rushed through
Liz's body. She felt the sleeping buds of flesh come to life,
fattening and swelling with desire.
Then his mouth was on hers. She opened her lips and accepted
the flicking tongue that slithered forward. Playfully, he teased
her, taunting at the roof of her mouth and twirling around her own
tongue.
Gently, she bit down, trapping the cajoling oral digit. Then
she sucked, hard and long. Her action was a promise of things to
come, a promise she had every intention of fulfilling. To make
sure he knew so, she squeezed tightly at the thick stalk of cock
she held. Jason moaned, his prick throbbing and twitching in her
grasp.
When she at last released his tongue, she scooted down,
kissing her way over his neck, chest and stomach, moving toward
the target of her desire. She felt Jason throw back the top of
the sleeping bag, giving her more room to maneuver, as well as
giving him room to roll onto his back.
She lifted her head a bit and tenderly kissed the plum-like
crown of his cock. He trembled beside her, quivering with
arousal. She smiled to herself, knowing the pleasure she gave to
the man at her side.
With mounting relish, she ran her moist tongue over the
swollen head of his sex. She bathed the turgid knob, licking and
laving it, enjoying its smooth, yet demanding feel. And when her
tongue returned to her mouth, she tasted him. It was a taste that
only served to stoke the flames of her want. It was a slightly
saline flavor she had come to love during her years with this man.
Her lips parted wide, then wider. Her head tilted forward
once again. Down onto the pulsing staff of sex she moved. Over
the velvet carpet of her tongue she took him, accepting the
ponderous mass of his cock. She swallowed him, his glans
throbbing against the back of her throat.
Then she sucked.
Pulling upward she sucked, her cheeks hollowing. The man
beside her moaned. His groin tightened. She felt as his testicles
rose in the wrinkled sac she still held.
Downward she moved again, the length of his cock filling her
face, moving into her throat, then upward, sucking at his fat
root. She loved the feel of him, the virile life that throbbed
within this fleshy column of pleasure.
It would have been enough to just lie there, feeling him
within the shelter of her mouth. But it was not enough for her
husband.
As she eased up the rigid rod of his prick once again, Jason
managed to swing himself around, his head ducking between the
spread of her satin thighs. She moaned around the mouthful of
cock she sucked when his lips pressed against the womanly knoll of
her shaven pubis.
While her tongue and lips busied themselves with the turgid
length of his cock, his lips and tongue eagerly began to work on
her cunt.
Warm and moist, the feathery touch of his tongue taunted at
pink slit of her pussy. Up and down he ran his cajoling oral
digit, teasing over the plump lips of her labia, but never delving
into the moist crease of her sex. Electric thrills coursed
through her. She moaned, sucking harder at the pulsating pole of
cock filling her face.
As if her own eagerness spurred him on, his tongue suddenly
speared inward. Like a miniature penis, he thrusted it into the
moist heat of her cunt. In an involuntary reaction, her pelvis
pushed forward, helping his oral impalement.
Swirling sensations of sexual heat radiated out from the hot
core of her body. His tongue licked over the folds of her cunt.
He toyed with her, feeding the flames of desire rising in her
body. In and out his marvelous tongue worked. He ate at her,
sucking away the constant flow of female juices flooding the cleft
of her loins.
Simultaneously, his hips began to rock back and forth. While
he flicked her with his tongue, he was fucking her face with his
cock. She welcomed and accepted the gentle pistoning of his
prong. She sucked and licked at his unbending cock, eating at him
while his tongue reamed the hot socket of her desire.
Thicker and more swollen, he seemed to grow within her mouth.
It seemed he would grow until her jaws cracked, grow until he
filled mouth and throat with his pulsing presence. But she did
not abandon the needy lance of his sex. His swelling need only
served to increase her desire to please him, her want to satisfy
the man so expertly eating her pussy.
Hard and thick, a knot grew at the hairy base of his cock.
She sucked, feeling the knot begin to move upward. His loins
tightened and retightened while be fought to prolong the
inevitable outcome of her oral caresses.
Higher and higher the knot pushed up his length, moving over
her tongue, then her lips. Then it happened, the moment she had
been waiting for.
He came. Hot and scalding, the thick cream of his loins
erupted into her mouth. She sucked at him, gulping down the milky
juices of his lust. Jet after jet of sperm and semen blasted into
her face and she swallowed them, sucking at his twitching stalk,
drinking away every opal drop. And when she had drained him, she
sucked some more just to be sure.
Like a soft, moist whip, his tongue now licked in and out of
his pussy. He drilled into her, eating and laving around in the
spongy folds of her cunt. Up and down, his oral digit lashed
within the pink slash of her womanhood, taunting the extended
nubbin of her clitoris. She moaned and quaked with hot waves of
growing passion each time his tongue brushed that button of
ultimate pleasure.
Writhing beside him, she made no attempt to contain her need.
She spread her legs wider, allowing his tongue to dip deeper into
the heated groove of her sex. She groaned, urging him on, urging
him to bring her to full release.
It was a task he accepted with relish. His animated tongue
whipped around, reaming into the heated tunnel of desire. He
drilled into her. He fucked her, fucked her with his ever-moving
tongue.
Flowing with the swirling sensations of unabandoned lust, she
rose higher and higher. She groaned and trembled. She whimpered
and cried in pleasure.
Then she came, her world exploding in white-hot ecstasy,
while his tongue ran around and around within the contracting
pocket of her vagina.
Somewhere through the showering cascades of glittering colors
filling her mind, she realized he withdrew from her. She felt him
move beside her, but could not tell exactly what he was doing.
Then it happened!
Hard and long, he invaded her body. His cock, throbbing its
demanding need, rushed into the trembling gash of her cunt. His
pelvis slammed into hers. His balls bounced against the upturned
curves of her ass.
"My God!" She heard herself moan. "Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He gave her no time to descend from the plateaus of pleasure
his tonguing had sent her to. His cock now dominated everything.
His fantastically rigid penis controlled her body. She was his to
do with as he pleased.
And what he pleased was to fuck her!
Upward his hips moved. Outward he drug his rod, pausing just
a moment for her to feel the pulsing thickness of his cock crown
as it throbbed at the entrance of her cunt. Then he shafted down.
"Ahhhaarrggahh!" She groaned in deep-throated lust.
Ball-deep, he packed her pussy to the brim with inflexible,
demanding cock. She tightened herself around him, trying to
squeeze every fold of her cunt so that she fit his massive
contours like a glove, so that her pussy squeezed him like a third
hand.
Her effort did not go unnoticed. She felt him quiver beneath
the intensity of her carnal grip. She heard the low moan of
pleasure escape his lips.
Again his hips swung up. She relaxed and prepared for the
rigid impalement she knew would once more come thrusting into her
soaring body. Burrowing hard and deep, his wand of joy pistoned
into the furrow of her sex.
"Yesss! Yes, you marvelous stud!" She cried out in her lusty
fervor. "Fuck me! Drive that beautiful cock all the way back
into my mouth!"
He tried his damnedest to do just that. His pelvis jumped,
then plummeted. Swollen and throbbing, his cock speared into the
liquid heat of her cunt. Her body was jarred under the heavy
impact of his deep-grinding stroke.
"Deeper," she urged him. "I want you deeper."
His hips thrusted harder, but he penetrated her no deeper.
She remedied the situation herself.
Drawing her knees upward, so that her feet were flat on the
floor of the tent, she increased the angle of his attack. Inward
the pounding pole of his cock rammed, reaching the deeper recesses
of her pussy, satisfying the mounting wants of her greedy body.
Even in her somewhat confining position, she could not remain
inactive. She moved her pelvis in a swaying motion, undulating
herself around the skewering stalk of his prick. She hunched back
and forth, matching herself to the rhythm of his rising and
falling hips.
She came, pulling at his buttocks, trying to draw him into
her body. But he did not stop. Nor did her consuming passion for
the man mounted atop her body. Before she could recover from the
waves of pleasure released during her climax, her body was already
soaring upward toward yet another level of carnal ecstasy.
In and out, the never-ceasing rod of his cock filled her
quaking cunt. Out and in he plummeted, fucking her with ruthless
fury. She accepted him, welcoming the almost brutal plunges of
his rigid cock. She welcomed him, urging him on, whispering her
love and need for him and his magnificent prick.
She came again, then again, before she felt the mounting
closeness of the man skewering her with his swollen root. Now she
went to work, bringing him the pleasure he had given her.
She squeezed and relaxed the edacious mouth of her belly.
She milked him, drawing up the seed that boiled in his loins. She
hunched into the persistent rod of manmeat he fed into her body.
She fucked with a vigor to match his.
Suddenly he groaned, loud and long. His body quaked as he
threw himself into her, burying the full length of his prick in
the caressing folds of her pussy. His body went rigid. He came.
Hot spurts of come blasted from the slit mouth of his prick.
She felt him, throbbing and twitching beneath the strength of his
release. He groaned as fountain after fountain of pleasure gushed
from the aching depths of his balls. He filled her cunt with his
molten seed until it oozed from the pink lips of her pussy and
trickled down her thighs.
Then he went limp atop her, panting with the powerful
sensations of his climax. She held him tightly, lovingly. This
was the man she loved; this was her man. No matter how many
lovers they both took, they would always be man and wife. Warm
satisfaction filled her and tears of fulfillment welled in her
eyes.
Chapter 3
"It gets easier each day," Liz said. "I thought it would be
harder the farther we hiked."
Jason Jefferies looked up at his wife and smiled. "You're
just enjoying it more. It's easy to forget the hard work when
you're in this forest. It's so damn beautiful. We should've
thought of doing this years ago."
"The work's not over for me," Liz replied. "Tonight is my
night to do the cooking. Now I've got to see if I can talk
somebody into helping me get a fire going."
"Somehow I think that somebody is this body." Jason raised an
eyebrow and gave his wife the sternest stare he could muster. The
effort was wasted. Liz only laughed and kissed him. He shrugged
his shoulders. "You win. Give me a few moments to gather some
wood and I'll have you the finest blaze going this side of the
Mississippi."
"Hey, I don't want a forest fire, just a few flames for
dinner!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Jason grinned, slipping his backpack to the
ground, then walking towards the woods.
Liz was right. After six hours on the trail, he still felt
capable of going another hour or two. The first few days he would
have never believed such vigor possible. There was something to
be said for getting away from the city. He was rapidly finding
himself becoming an addict to backpacking along these wilderness
trails.
And, it didn't seem to be hurting his family any. Liz had
more color in her cheeks than he'd seen in years. And his
daughter Linda was getting one of the most golden tans he'd ever
seen, he thought glancing at the young girl busily setting up a
tent. And Bret ...
He glanced around the campsite, trying to find his son. Bret
was nowhere in sight.
Nor was his stepcousin Karen as a matter of fact, Jason
realized.
A movement to his left drew his attention. He smiled to
himself. It was Bret and Karen. The two were quietly slipping
off into the woods together.
Damn fine pair those two, he thought, his smile growing to a
grin. Bret was turning into quite a man. He was muscled like an
athlete and growing taller each day. And Karen, well, there was
no other way to describe her; Karen was a woman. Despite only
being nineteen, the young brunette had already developed all the
curves and bulges of womanhood in all the right places. Jason
couldn't blame Bret for wanting to get Karen off alone and make a
kissing cousin out of her.
Kissing cousin, he chuckled. It was a sign of his age. If
he knew his son, there was more than kissing on Bret's mind.
Again, he couldn't blame Bret. If he were a bit younger, Jason
realized, he would be doing his damnedest to get into Karen's
pants. The young girl was getting to the age where she needed a
man.
With a wistful shake of his head, Jason watched the couple
disappear amid the forest undergrowth, then returned to his task
of building a fire.
* * *
Little bitch, Frank Stivers glared after his daughter,
cursing himself as much as he cursed Karen. It had been against
his better judgment to come on this trip. Bret was turning into a
young stud and Karen was at that age. He had known something like
this would develop. Why hadn't he taken his own advice and begged
off taking his family along with the Jefferies? Jason and Liz
were just too loose with their children. They weren't the type of
people he wanted Karen and Phil to be around. If Jason weren't
Mona's brother, he'd ...
"Frank, could you give me a hand?" Mona's voice interrupted
his thoughts. He turned to find his wife trying to raise their
tent.
Without comment, he glanced away from Bret and Karen and
walked to his wife. When he looked back, the couple had vanished
in the woods. He cursed under his breath. If anything happened
between those two, Jason and Liz would have to answer for it! The
morals of the country might be deteriorating, but within the
Stivers family, he would see that the old ways were upheld.
"Frank, please!" Mona pleaded, once again interrupting his
concentration.
Silently he helped Mona raise the tent, cursing her in his
mind. Mona was no better than Jason and Liz. She should be able
to see what was happening between Karen and Bret. She should take
Karen aside and explain the facts of life to her. Tell her how
important it is for a young girl to remain a virgin until her
marriage night. Tell her how men consider loose women to be
nothing better than prostitutes.
But Mona would never do that. Mona couldn't even control her
own desires. He still found it hard to believe that she had been
so forward last night. He should have been stronger and resisted
her, but the temptation of the flesh had been too strong for him.
"Thank you, Frank." Mona walked to his side and kissed his
cheek.
"When do you think dinner will be ready?" He asked, ignoring
his wife's show of affection.
Mona stared at him a moment, then shook her head. "Jason's
just getting the wood together. Should be at least another hour."
He nodded, then walked off to the shade of a towering oak,
lowering himself to the ground. There was time for a short nap.
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But the thought of Karen
and Bret alone in the woods kept returning to his mind, haunting
him.
What could they be doing out there alone? Why were they gone
so long?
He knew. Damn it, he knew. His own daughter was out there
giving her body away just like a whore. His own daughter!
He couldn't stand it. He had to stop her before she went too
far. She wouldn't understand it now. But later, after she had
matured, she would thank him for protecting her.
Frank opened his eyes and looked around. Mona, Jason and Liz
were all busy around the campfire. Phil and his cousin Linda were
sitting nearby, talking. Nobody would even notice he left.
Quickly, he scrambled to his feet and ducked into the forest
where he had last seen Karen and Bret. He had no idea where the
young couple had gone off to, but he was going to give it his best
to find them and stop his daughter before she did something she
would regret the rest of her life.
Pushing his way through clump after clump of bushes, Frank
worked deeper into the forest. He stopped after about ten minutes
and looked around him. There was no sign of the two. Despite his
good intentions, he suddenly realized how useless his search was.
Karen and Bret could be anywhere.
A light, laughing sound came from his left. He cocked his
head, but it stopped. Had it been a bird, his imagination?
No!
The laughter came again. And it was coming from off to his
left. He smiled and began to follow the sound. His steps were
cautious now. He was nearly on tip-toes, trying to be as quiet as
possible. If the young couple were just sitting and talking, he
didn't want them to know he was there. However, if they were ...
Frank stopped, freezing in mid-stride. There, just beyond
the break of the bushes he was in, he could see Karen and Bret.
Slowly sucking in his breath, he reached out and parted the
branches of the bush and peered at the couple.
His worse fears were realized. Karen was wrapped in Bret's
young arms. They were kissing - their mouths opened to one
another. And worse yet, Karen's blouse and bra were on the ground
at her feet.
Indignation swelled within him. Moral outrage and anger
burned in his mind. He had to stop Karen, had to save her from
herself. Had to ...
Frank stepped forward, then froze again. Something within
him, something that confused him, made him freeze again. He stood
staring at the young couple, unable to take his eyes from them.
"Mmmmmm," Karen moaned softly when her lips parted from
Bret's. "I've been waiting for that all day. I didn't think we'd
ever get away from the others."
"Neither did I," Bret said as the young brunette eased from
his arms, moving back a step or two. "But the wait was worth it."
"Are you sure?" Karen smiled coyly at her step cousin. "What
if I'm not in the mood?"
"It would be the first time since that night you spent with
us when Aunt Mona and your father were on their honeymoon." He
chided her, his eyes roving over her body.
Frank's eyes widened. It was too late to save his daughter.
This boy had already seduced her - months ago - and right under
the eyes of Jason and Liz. He should have expected as much.
Jason and Liz were ...
Frank's thoughts suddenly faded. Karen turned toward him.
Her naked breasts bobbed a bit drawing his eyes. Beautiful! His
thought shocked him. This was his own daughter!
Yet, her young, firm tits were beautiful. So young and
vulnerable looking. They were twin cones that jutted from her
chest. Each slightly uptilted tip sported a fleshy nipple of
brown. And around each was a halo of lighter brown skin, skin so
stretched with the fullness of her breasts that it was sleek and
shining in the light filtering down through the trees.
"You're awful sure of yourself," Karen said.
"No more than you are of yourself," Bret said with a wide
grin. "We both know what we want. Neither one of us is kidding
the other."
"And what I want right now is to feel you inside me," Karen
said. "I want to feel you making love to me!"
Frank watched still unable to move, his lurid fascination
growing when his daughter's hands drifted to the tops of her
jeans.
Without fumbling, the young brunette popped the snap to her
blue jeans and unzipped them. Her fingers tucked under the tops
and with a provocative wiggle worked the jeans down to step out of
when they were around her ankles. She stood for a minute, wearing
nothing but a skimpy pair of yellow bikini panties, her head
turning to her stepcousin. The boy's own attention was directed
to peeling away his T-shirt and skinning down his own jeans.
Frank stared at his daughter. Her legs were long and tan,
shapely carves and inviting, sleek thighs - thighs he now knew
were no strangers to the feel of a man. Something stirred within
him with that realization, something he tried to ignore, buried
deep at the back of his mind.
But it was something that refused to remain buried, as his
eyes rose up to the temptation of his daughter's legs, delving
into the inviting "Y" of her crotch. There, beneath the thin
fabric of her panties, he could see the dark patch of her pubic
hair - the bulging mound of her womanhood.
His groin tightened with lust, with want for the forbidden
treasure of her young body. He tried to fight such thoughts, to
push them from his mind. But his own body betrayed him. He felt
the stiffness of lust creeping into his cock, lengthening it,
swelling it.
His eyes darted to Bret. The boy stripped away his jockey
shorts and stood naked before his stepcousin. His own arousal was
more than apparent. Hard and long, his young prick shafted out
from his groin at a forty-five degree angle. It was not the penis
of a boy, but that of a man. Its blood-engorged head glistened
with crystal droplets of pre-seminal fluid. The same juices that
now moistened the tip of Frank's shaft.
Karen's eyes were riveted to the thick stalk of cock
twitching and jerking in the air. Her mouth parted and her tongue
flicked over her lips, wetting them. Her nostrils flared with
arousal and a determined expression moved across her face.
With her stepcousin's eyes following her every move, she
slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and
languidly squirmed from them. As she bent to free them from her
ankles, her tits swung from her chest, swaying like ripe, young
pendulums.
Then she stood, giving the young man standing before her an
unobstructed view of her nakedness.
The same view was shared by her father, still hidden in the
bushes. Frank's loins were tense and hot. His cock was rigid,
bone-hard with lust. It strained at his pants, as though it were
going to rip through the fabric.
"Come here," he heard Bret whisper.
Karen responded, moving into the arms of her stepcousin with
eager alacrity. Her arms encircled his waist. She pressed her
unashamed nakedness against his body. His own arms encircled her
and they kissed, their mouths once more opening to each other.
Anger and lust burning within him, Frank watched. He could
see his daughter clearly. He could see her work a thigh against
the turgid length of her stepcousin's cock and rub against it. A
silvery trail of pre-seminal fluid glistened on her leg, shining
in the afternoon sun.
They were pressed together so tightly! Her young breasts
flattened against Bret's chest, their contours pancaking out and
bulging at the sides. He could almost feel the stiff young
nipples that were digging into the young man's chest, felt their
hardness against his own flesh. His flesh against the flesh of
his daughter. He shuddered with desire and revulsion. Father and
daughter together, it was unthinkable! Unthinkable!
Yet the thought would not leave his mind!
As he watched, the youth ran a hand down Karen's side,
drifting over her thigh for a moment. Then, with Frank's eyes
glued to its movement, the hand eased between her legs.
The young brunette's thighs spread, widening themselves for
her stepcousin's intimate caress. She moaned with desire as his
fingertips wove through the soft, brown down covering her vulva.
Then she groaned when the hand suddenly clamped down and squeezed
the womanly mound of her sex.
He kneaded at her, massaging the plump, fleshy gateway to her
body. Moving on its own accord, her body responded. Her hips
undulated and swayed in little hunching motions. She rubbed
herself into his palm, sighing with the pleasure his expert
manipulation was creating within her cunt.
Eventually, when he felt the moist, warm flow of her juices
well from the lips of her cunt and dampen his palm, Bret stopped
his kneading. While his mouth covered hers and his tongue
thrusted toward her throat, he tickled a finger up into the hot
confines of the girl's pussy.
Karen moaned, her body squirming atop the impaling digit.
Deeper the finger entered her, sinking all the way to the third
knuckle. Her young hips hunched. She fucked herself on her
stepcousin's finger.
Easing back from the sexy brunette, Bret used his free hand
to cup one of the tempting cones of tit-flesh. He squeezed his
fingers into the pliant flesh, molding it, kneading it. The girl
quaked, trembling with mounting need. Her lips parted from his
and her head arched back, lolling on her shoulders.
Immediately, the young man's head ducked to her chest. His
mouth opened wide and captured the alluring tip of her unoccupied
breast. His cheeks hollowed deeply as he sucked. His stepcousin
arched her back a bit, pushing her chest into his face, smothering
him in the luxury of her fleshy treasures.
So wanton, Frank couldn't believe his daughter was so wanton.
She was a vessel of lust, a chalice of carnal pleasure. She gave
herself to her stepcousin, enjoying his obvious knowledge of her
young body.
Gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine while Bret's finger,
slick with womanly lubricants, eased in and out of the pink lips
of her cunt. She moaned as the young man's lips and tongue
nibbled at the delicate morsel of her young nipple.
And while Frank watched, his daughter's hands drifted down to
the youth's crotch. Her long, graceful fingers toyed over the
rigid length of his cock. Lightly her fingertips played over the
bludgeoning pole. She teased at the swollen glans, moistening the
nut-like crown with the clear juices oozing from its slitted
mouth. Up and down she stroked, tracing the thick vein running
the length of the underside of the lust-engorged rod.
And then, she reached between her stepcousin's thighs to
allow his ball bag to nestle in her open palm. Lovingly, her
fingers moved over the wrinkled sac. The youth trembled, his
knees weakening under the onslaught of sensations brought by her
intimate caresses.
Frank's own balls ached just watching his daughter's expert
hands. He could feel the coolness of her fingers gliding up and
down the swollen length of his own cock. He trembled at the
thought of her fingertips testing his ball bag, feeling the weight
of his testicles.
His own hand moved down to the crotch of his pants to rub at
the straining length pushing from his groin. Then he realized
what he had done and pulled his hand back. It was wrong! A
father should not have such desires for his daughter. They were
unnatural lusts, forbidden desires.
Still, his body was on fire. He realized that he wanted to
be Bret, to be the one standing in his daughter's arms.
"In me," he heard Karen moan in a husky, lustful voice. "I
want to feel this in me."
Her hands clamped around the fleshy javelin her stepcousin
sported. She jacked at its throbbing presence as if to be sure he
understood what she wanted.
There were no problems in communications. With one last kiss
to her tantalized breast, Bret's head lifted. Then he eased his
entrenched finger from the wet lips of her pussy.
The young brunette lowered herself to the grass, stretching
out on her back. Her thighs, smooth and satiny, spread in an open
invitation. Her pubic moss now glistened wetly with the juices of
her own arousal. And beneath that soft fur, her pussy waited, its
plump lips slightly pouting in anticipation.
The young man stood over her, his eyes taking in the feast of
his stepcousin's wanton body. Her breasts were like shimmering
domes, satin-covered pillows with a stiff button jutting from the
center of each.
"Please," Karen pleaded. "It's getting late. The others
will wonder where we are."
Bret needed no further encouragement. He sank to his knees
between the provocative spread of the teenager's thighs and
carefully lowered himself atop her body, supporting the majority
of his weight on his elbows.
With no word of instruction, the brunette reached down
between his legs and grasped the stiff pole of his prick. Deftly,
she glided the fat crown to the waiting mouth of her belly. From
there, the youth took control.
Slowly, he pushed forward. Inch by swollen inch, his pulsing
shaft sank into the wet harbor of her young cunt. Deeper and
deeper he delved into the willing socket of her sex, burying
himself to the hilt. Greedily, the young girl's hips arched up, as
if trying to swallow his balls as well as the club-like length of
his shaft.
Frank could no longer stand it. His self-control crumbled.
Standing there, his hands dropped to the fly of his trousers,
fingering and fumbling open the fly. Painfully, he managed to
extract the unbending rod straining for freedom. Hard and rigid
it came from his pants, throbbing and jerking with need. He
grasped it and stroked, his rhythm matching the steady in and out
motion of Bret's hips, as the youth fed his daughter a full meal
of cockmeat.
In the young man plunged, sinking all the way into the pink
slit of his stepcousin's hungry body. The girl beneath him quaked,
coming alive with the presence of his prick. She whimpered in
pleasure, her hips writhing and undulating beneath him.
Out he pulled. The tight mouth of her young snatch tightened
around him like an elastic ring, sucking at him. The scalloped
inner lips of her labia flowered outward following the slithering
hardness of his cock. Then he stroked inward folding the pinkness
of her pussy back on itself.
She was consumed by the feel of that meaty rail of flesh.
Frank could see that on her face. His daughter wore an expression
of complete ecstasy. Her red lips writhed as moan after moan
escaped from the depths of her throat.
Her hands clutched at her stepcousin's ass, fingers digging
into the taut ovals of his asscheeks. She pulled at him, trying
to bring him even deeper into her willing young body. She urged
him on, whispering and groaning out the full lust she felt.
And while Karen's father watched, Bret suddenly lowered
himself atop her, his full weight pinning her to their grassy bed.
Reaching down, the youth's arms slid beneath her legs. His elbows
hooked under the back of her knees, pulling her legs upward toward
her chest.
"God!" The teenager cried out in unabandoned relish. "Sweet
God! It feels so damn good! Like you're going to the heart of my
soul!"
Frank's hand tightened on his cock, jacking at it. He could
see how deeply the youth poled into the sweet, pink pocket of his
daughter's pussy. In and out the swollen rod plummeted,
glistening with the moisture of the girl's depths.
Like a rutting bull, Bret drove into the snatch of his
stepcousin. Deep and hard he stroked, giving a full measure of
pleasure to the young temptress beneath him.
It was not a one-sided affair. The brunette responded with
fervent eagerness. She twisted and writhed under him. She
squeezed and hunched as much as possible. Her unbridled carnal
needs were raging out of control.
She came, her whole body shuddering as the flood of unleashed
desire swept through every cell of her body. She came, quaking
and quivering beneath the skewering thrusts of the young man's
cock.
"Then, her pleasure sated, Bret released the lust boiling
within his testicles. He came, groaning as the rush of liquid
pleasure erupted from his loins and splattered into the greedy
mouth of the girl's pussy.
And still hidden from the couple in the bush, Frank
shuddered. White come jetted into empty air from his cock, while
his hand jerked up and down on his prick.
Relief flooded through his body. He broke the enchantress'
spell his daughter's wanton body had caught him in. He was free
of her haunting beauty and the desires of the flesh. But he still
felt the shame of wanting her.
The couple moaned. He turned to them. Bret was now lifting
himself from Karen's supine body; his deflated prick slithered
from the come-drenched gash of her cunt.
What if they should discover him here, like this, holding his
prick, jacking himself off? Frank could not bear that, could not
live with the thought of his daughter knowing the carnal desires
he felt for her, the lust he felt to know her alluring body.
Realizing he had stood there watching them, no better than a
common peeking Tom, he was suddenly flustered and embarrassed.
Panic gripped him for a moment, as he was unsure what to do. He
couldn't go rushing back into camp like this, his cock dangling
from his pants and his hand smeared with his own release. What
could he do?
Then he remembered the handkerchief in his back pocket.
Pulling it free, he wiped his penis and hand clean of sperm and
semen. Then he tossed the soiled cloth into the bushes, knowing
he could never use it again after it had touched his sex organ.
Quickly he tucked the snake-like hose of his prick back into
his trousers and zipped up the fly. With one last glance at the
young couple now reaching for their clothes, Frank quietly began
to work his way back to the campsite.
Chapter 4
Frank's attention was homed in on Karen during dinner that
night.
The young girl sat close to Bret, her thigh pressing his, or
a hand brushing over his. Her attention belonged solely to Bret.
Frank was aware of that fact whether the others were or not. And
her father's attention was on her.
But not now as she was seated there, but on the image of her
naked body so willingly receiving Bret's young cock.
It was an image that refused to leave Frank's mind. After
returning to camp, he had tried to lose it by reading, then by
eating, but the vision persisted, haunted him, taunted him.
Nothing he could do would shake the tantalizing picture in his
mind's eye.
He said little during dinner and even less as he and Mona
retired to their tent. While his wife gathered her towel and soap
for her nightly bath in the river, he waited. And when she left
the tent, he quickly slipped into his pajamas and stretched out
his sleeping bag. He didn't try the book again, realizing it
wouldn't help.
Damn, he cursed. His daughter was no better than a two-bit
street walker and he couldn't get her out of his thoughts. He
couldn't bury the tempting vision of her ripe young body just
lying there in the grass, thighs opened and ready to take the
thick, long, hard length of her stepcousin's prick.
Lust stirred in him, reawakening in his loins. He felt the
throbbing need coursing through his groin. His cock was rising,
twitching and jerking with desire - desire for his own daughter -
a desire he could never fulfill - a desire that was forbidden to
him.
Damn!
He was a haunted man. His carnal lusts had betrayed him.
All his life, he had lived as he had been taught by his parents.
They had been strict, but they had shown him the path of right.
It was a path he had treaded all his life - until now. Now there
was Karen, his own daughter, a temptation that rocked his very
soul.
The tent opened and Mona stepped in. He looked up. His eyes
scanned her body hungrily, realizing that he hoped she was in the
mood as she had been last night. But his wife wore a nightgown
beneath her robe.
"The water was nice," Mona said, slipping off her robe and
moving to her sleeping bag. "You should really try it with me one
night, Frank."
"Mona ..." His throat was dry, his words sticking in his
throat.
"Yes," Mona turned to him.
"Mona, I ..." He wanted to say he wanted her, wanted to fuck
her, but he couldn't. "Mona, I'm in the mood."
She glanced away. "Frank, we've got to talk, We've got to
work out ..."
"Mona, I'm in the mood." He repeated. "We can talk later."
"No, Frank! We've got to talk now."
He didn't listen to her. Instead he moved to her sleeping
bag. "I'm your husband!"
"And I'm your wife," she said. "Doesn't that mean anything?
I'm more than just a hole for you to put your prick in when the
mood strikes you. I'm a person, a human being, a woman who feels!
Until we get our problems worked out ..."
"I'm your husband!" He glared at her, reaching out and
pinning her shoulders to the ground. "And I demand a husband's
right with his wife!"
"No, Frank! I don't want to, not now."
She struggled to get away from him, but she was a small
woman. He held her there without effort.
"I'm your husband. You owe me this, it's mine!"
"It'll be rape." Mona stared up at him. "Is that the way
you want your wife?"
"A husband can't rape his wife. She's his and her body is
his!"
"Is that what you believe? Is that what you really think?"
"Yes," his voice was low and deep, like the growl of an
animal. "And I'm going to get what's mine!"
Suddenly, she went limp beneath him, tears welling in her
eyes. "All right, Frank. If that's the way you want It."
Then she was silent, staring up to the roof of the tent, her
eyes never turning to him. He didn't care. All she had to do was
just lie there.
Reaching down, he hiked her nightgown up around her waist
bunching it there. She was naked beneath it. The muff covering
her cunt was shining black, the pink lips of her sex under the
furry covering. It wasn't the soft, light brown moss of Karen's
pussy, but it would serve to relieve the burning fires of his
groin.
He fumbled with the fly of his pajamas. The hardened length
of his prick sprung out, jerking in the air. Gripping the blood-
engorged shaft, he lowered himself atop his wife's body. She
didn't move, but just lay there completely still.
In the next Instant, he pressed the glans of his rod against
the lips of her cunt. His hips jerked, knifing his lance into the
socket of her belly. Mona cried out under the brutal entry, then
she was silent again.
She felt different to him. The warmth and moisture he was
accustomed to finding within her body were missing. She was dry.
He didn't care. He hunched into her, drilling his rigid shaft
into the depths of her cunt.
His testicles were burning. Fire consumed his loins. He
took his wife, fucking her while in his mind he ravaged the body
of his teenage daughter. Harder and harder he pumped himself into
the furrow of his wife's sex, until at last he found the release
of his lust.
Hot and thick, sperm and semen gushed from his balls. He
emptied himself into the motionless socket of her cunt. Blast
after blast of sexual cream fountained from the end of his prick,
filling Mona's pussy with his seed, filling her as he wanted to
drain his lust into Karen's tight, pink-lipped twat.
He shuddered and moaned under the fiery force of his release.
Then he lay there atop the limp body of his wife, sated. When at
last his cock deflated, he lifted himself from the woman under him
and moved back to his sleeping bag.
Without a glance back to the woman he left there, gown still
crumpled around her waist, he pulled the top of the sleeping bag
over him and rolled over. Frank Stivers was asleep within minutes.
Chapter 5
Mona was unsure just how long she lay there. She stared at
the roof of the tent, feeling the wetness of her husband's release
trickling from the lips of her vagina and running down her thighs.
She shuddered.
For the first time in her life, she felt used and degraded.
The fluids of Frank's climax felt dirty on and within her. Never
had she seen sex to be anything but a beautiful experience shared
by a man and a woman. Now ... now ... she felt no better than a
whore. No, not even a whore; at least men seek prostitutes for
pleasure. Frank could have found no pleasure in the way he used
her body, only relief. He could have used his hand for that!
She became aware of the heavy snoring within the tent. She
rolled her head to the side and stared at the man sleeping across
from her - her husband. She shuddered again. Husband! Never had
that word seemed so strange, so alien. Always the word husband
had brought warm feelings to her. A husband was a man to share a
life with, someone to love.
Had she ever loved Frank?
Yes, she had loved him. After Tom's death, she had thought
she would never be able to love another man. But when Frank came
along, he was so gentle and tender. He filled a hollowness within
her. She gave him her love, a love he professed to share. And he
had asked her to marry him. Six months ago, they had taken the
marriage vows. For better or worse.
It had only gotten worse.
The first few times, she had considered Frank's love-making
to be caused by the newness of her, his excitement. But after the
honeymoon nothing changed, except that Frank approached her but
once a week. And then it was only to mount her and sate himself.
It was like the old joke about the rabbit - wham-bam, thank you
ma'am. She had once thought that was funny. Now it was only
frustrating.
For six months she had clung to the hope that things would
change. But nothing did. No matter what she tried, Frank was the
same. He entered her body, came, then pulled from her only to
roll to his side and go to sleep.
Never once were there preliminary kisses, gentle caresses,
exploring each other's bodies. Never whispered words of
endearment or even a "thank you" when he had finished. It was
simply on and off, leaving her aching for sexual release - for
love.
And tonight - tonight had been the worst.
Mona choked back her tears. Tears would only be wasted on
Frank. In their six months together, she had done more than her
share of crying. It never helped anything. Never. Frank didn't
even notice.
Something had to be done. But what?
She didn't know. Everything was too confusing.
Frank continued to snore. Anger and frustration grew within
her. She pushed up and stood. To remain in the tent with him was
too much for her to endure. She had to leave, get away by herself
until she could think this out and hopefully find a solution.
The air was cool outside, cool and clean. Yet it did nothing
to remove the dirty feeling she had. Quietly walking from the
camp, Mona moved toward the river bank. She stood there a moment
watching the gentle current. Then hiking her gown, she stepped
into the water.
She waded out until the water washed around her knees. Then
reaching down, she scooped out handful after handful of the chilly
water and bathed herself. Carefully she washed the silvery sperm
tracks from her thighs, then cleansed the matted hairs of her
public mound. Last of all, she washed out her vagina as best she
could, removing every trace of Frank's ejaculation, washing out
the dirty feel of his seed.
She felt better now, cleaner, free of Frank. Standing
straight, she slowly walked back to the shore and stared at the
tents. To go back now would be too much. She couldn't endure the
thought of returning to Frank. But where could she go?
Nowhere!
There was nowhere she could run to escape Frank. She was
amid one of the largest wilderness areas in the country and there
was no place she could lose herself.
The thought was too much for her. The past six months and
all she had endured came rushing back to fill her brain. She
dropped to her knees and cried.
* * *
The sound of sobbing invaded Jason Jefferies' sleep. For a
moment he lay there half-awake, wondering if the crying was
something left in his mind by an unremembered dream. Then he
realized the sobs were real; a woman was crying.
Sitting up, he glanced to his side. Liz was nestled within
their sleeping bag. The warmth of her naked body was assuring.
Easing back the top of the sleeping bag, he quietly slipped out.
In the dark, he managed to find his blue jeans and pull them on
without too much difficulty.
The crying was still there. And for some reason it sounded
familiar. However, he was sure the sobs didn't belong to his
daughter Linda. He had nursed her through too many adolescent
heartbreaks not to recognize the sound of her crying. Yet somehow
he knew the sound of those tears.
Tiptoeing to the front of the tent, so as not to disturb Liz,
Jason stepped out into the night. He glanced around the campsite,
but could not locate the source of the sobs.
His eyes moved around the edge of forest, but saw nothing
except shadows and trees. Walking away from his tent, he moved
toward the river. There he saw her, his sister Mona, kneeling on
the bank, holding her head in her hands and crying.
Immediately, his strides lengthened into a trot. Within
seconds he was beside her, kneeling and taking her into his arms.
Her own arms encircled him, holding him tightly.
"Jason," she managed to say between her sobs.
"Little sister," he whispered; his hand caressed the raven
blackness of her hair. "What's the matter? What's wrong with my
little sister?"
She shook her head, nestling into the hollow of his shoulder.
"Nothing."
"Hey now, all these tears can't be over just nothing." His
voice was gentle and soothing. "Remember me; I'm your big
brother."
She sniffed a bit, her head lifting to him. Her eyes were
red and tears streamed down her face, but she managed a little
smile. "And my big brother Jason could always make things
better."
"Now, I never claimed to be able to do the impossible." He
chuckled, hoping to cheer her. "But I've always tried to help
when I could."
"Jason, oh, Jason."
Mona broke into sobs again. Her body shuddered violently.
There was nothing he could do now, except to hold her and let her
have her cry. Which is what he did.
At least fifteen minutes passed before Mona quieted again.
She clung to him even longer, before eventually easing back. Her
head did not rise, but she stared out, watching the river.
"Feel better?" Jason asked, his hand squeezing his sister's.
"Just cried out," Mona said. "There's no more tears left in
me. I was surprised there were this many after this long. I
thought they were all gone."
After this long? Jason wasn't sure what she meant. "Would it
help to talk about it?"
"Talk it over like we used to when we were kids?" Mona
glanced at him, then back to the river. "I don't know if it would
help. We're not kids any more. We've both grown up and have got
families of our own now. We don't have the same problems we had
when we were kids. God, how simple all those worries seem now,
whether or not Billy Smith was going to take me to the prom, what
dress to wear to the after-game dance. So simple, almost
ridiculous now."
"They weren't ridiculous then," Jason answered. "And I don't
think what's bothering you now is ridiculous. Times change and so
do the problems."
"But you don't, do you, Jason?" Mona looked at him, her dark
eyes pleading. "You're still the same, still my big brother
Jason, steady and strong, and willing to lend his little sister a
sympathetic ear."
"I don't think that'll ever change. After all, you are my
sister and I do still love you."
Mona leaned to him and kissed his cheek. "I know. But it's
hard to bare one's soul, even to a brother. Especially when it
has to do with something this personal."
"Frank?"
She nodded. "Is it that obvious?"
"No. Just a guess. There's not many things that will get a
woman up in the middle of the night. A husband happens to be one
of those things though."
"I don't know where to start," Mona said. "In some ways, it
seems like this has been going on forever. But Frank and I have
been married for only six months ..."
Jason listened. It hurt to hear everything his sister
revealed. Yet, it wasn't that unusual a story, a husband that
used his wife, no matter what the reason. The age of sexual
freedom wasn't that free. People still had sexual hang-ups and it
seemed the majority of those people were men. Frank just happened
to be one of them. What hurt was that he was married to Mona, and
she, in turn, had suffered from his sickness.
The usual story was one of possession - a wife is a husband's
property, or vice versa. It's hard to accept one's spouse as a
human being, despite everything lovers proclaim to one another.
Marriage and that legal slip of paper two people sign often is
thought to mean "you belong to me, lock, stock and barrel." To be
owned by another person makes the owned person nothing but
chattel, something to be used.
But as Jason listened, he realized there was something deeper
wrong with Frank, something that went beyond the normal property
hang-ups usually shared by married couples. Exactly what his
problem was eluded Jason. He wasn't a trained psychiatrist and a
man that treated his wife that way obviously needed help.
"... That's it," Mona said. "I don't know what to do. I've
tried everything I could think of and it's all fallen on its face.
Damn it, when I'm around Frank, I don't even feel like a woman any
more."
"You're still a woman," Jason whispered, pulling his sister
to him and holding her tightly. "You don't ever have to doubt
that, just look in the mirror. You're a woman, quite a beautiful
one."
"Big brother inflating little sister's ego. You were always
good at that, Jason," Mona said, her head lifting to his. "Why
couldn't Frank be like you?"
With that she once more kissed his cheek. Her arms tightened
around her brother, holding him close.
What exactly happened next Jason was never totally sure of.
One moment Mona's lips were against his cheek in a sisterly kiss,
and in the next instant, her lips were pressed to his. The kiss
was far from being sisterly. Her tongue flicked out and taunted
his lips, teasing at them, cajoling them to open.
And his reaction went beyond brotherly love. His mouth
opened and accepted the offering of her tongue as it moved inward.
His arms tightened, pulling her to him, while her tantalizing oral
digit dueled over and under his tongue.
Beneath the fabric of her nightgown, he could feel the warmth
of his sister's body. His fingertips could feel her slight
trembling, a quivering sensation he was sure was not caused by the
coolness of the night. It was the same trembling he now felt
within himself.
Mona's tongue coyly retreated from his mouth. He followed it
with his tongue, delving intimately into the sweetness of his
sister's mouth. She moaned softly, nestling even closer against
him as he toyed and teased, his tongue flicking and probing toward
her throat.
He was suddenly aware of the persistent cushion of her
breasts. Warm mounds of flesh pushing out from beneath her gown,
rolling over his shirtless chest. And atop each of those fleshy
pillows was a hard pebble-like nipple, each trying to dig small
holes in his skin.
This woman, this woman he found in his arms, was his sister.
Yet there could be no denying the sensations astir in his loins.
His testicles tightened in their sac with the old familiar feeling
of want and desire. He knew in that instant that if Mona wanted
him, he was willing to enter her body. Whatever social taboos
existed against a brother and sister sharing the same bed didn't
matter, not here and now.
They parted. Mona's head tilted back a bit, her dark eyes
meeting his. Her expression was uncertain, filled with the
realization that she had tasted forbidden fruit. But when he made
no indication that their action was wrong a small smile danced at
the corners of her sensuous mouth.
"I wanted that," she said softly. "I think I've always
wanted that."
Jason didn't answer, except to pull her to him once again,
his mouth covering hers. Passion rose in their kiss. They clung
to one another, brother and sister, man and woman, lovers. Their
hands now explored their faces, caressing cheeks, tracing the
lines of their mouths. They stared at each other, love shining in
their longing gaze. They kissed, then kissed again, losing
themselves in their embrace.
"Love me, Jason," the black-haired woman who was his sister
whispered when they parted again. "Make love to me. Make me your
woman, even if it's only for this moment."
"Yes," he said, tenderly caressing her cheeks.
She smiled and eased from his arms. As he watched, she stood
and disrobed to stand naked above him.
"I've always wanted you to look at me naked," she said, her
eyes meeting his. "I wanted you to see me as a woman and not as
your sister."
That was the way he saw her now, a woman - a beautiful woman.
She looked so fragile and feminine. Her breasts were white cones
of milky perfection. Perched precariously atop each of those
satiny-smooth cushions were bud-like nipples, dark mushrooms,
stiff and erect with her arousal.
Downward over the sleek flatness of her stomach his gaze
moved. For an instant he probed the sensual well of her navel.
Then his eyes moved even lower, his groin feeling tight and hot.
Between her slightly spread thighs was the thick black bush
of her cunt. The silky strands were shining in the silvery rays
of the moon. And barely perceivable beneath the soft looking fur
of her pubis was the shadowy slit of her sex.
There was no doubt in his mind that his sister was a woman -
a very desirable one!
"Beautiful" he said, meaning it. He opened his arms for her
to come to him. "Let me kiss you."
She came, stepping quickly to his side. But before she could
kneel to receive his promised kiss, his arms wrapped around her
thighs. He drew her to him. His lips pressed to hers, but not
the lips of her mouth - the lips of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" She moaned aloud with unabandoned relish.
Quivery thrills of hot sexual desire coursed through her
veins. The warm stream of his breath trickled through the moss of
her pubis. Then there was the damp flicker of a tongue. The
tantalizing tapping of her brother's tongue.
"Good!" She moaned again, reaching down and caressing his
head, pushing his face into her pussy. "It feels so damn good!"
The moist little snake of his tongue was doing all sorts of
marvelous things to her. He taunted up and down the cleft of her
loins, flicking lightly at the nubbin of her clitoris, cajoling it
out from beneath its fleshy hood.
And when he had every inch of her naked body trembling with
fevered excitement, he licked downward, lapping at the tremulous
groove of her cunt. She heard the smacking of his lips and the wet
oral sound as he sucked away the sudden flood of juices filling
the core of her body.
Abruptly, his tongue darted up into the mouth of her pussy.
Her hands tightened on his head, pressing him even harder against
the aching gash of her snatch. In and out his feathery oral digit
toyed with her. Her knees quivered and shook, becoming as liquid
as the womanly fluids flowing within her cunt.
Suddenly she was no longer able to stand. With a startled
cry, she collapsed. But her brother was there, catching her and
lowering her to the ground. He was there beside her, his mouth on
hers. She kissed him, tasting herself still on his tongue.
Lovingly, Jason reached out and cupped one of the shimmering
domes of his sister's tits. Despite the almost chilly feel of the
night air, her breast was warm, excitingly warm. So smooth and
silky she felt to his fingertips. His fingers traced around and
around the fleshy mound, working upward toward the rubbery button
seated atop it.
A shudder of pleasure rushed through her supine body when his
fingertips at last brushed over her stiff nipple. Teasingly, he
tweaked the aroused button of flesh, delighting in the desirous
moans that writhed from his sister's lips. Then his hand suddenly
dropped down, covering her breast and squeezing.
She felt so good, so damn good, just touching her, holding
her. She was so alive, so willing to have his hands on her. That
this woman was his sister only added to his arousal.
He taunted and teased and kneaded and played with her breasts
to his heart's content. Then he sucked at them, his tongue
licking and laving over every inch of her delectable titflesh.
Her body was so ready for man, so hungry to be felt and loved, he
found it almost unbelievable that his sister had not sought an
extra-marital lover until now. That she had waited was his gain.
Downward his fingers crept, circling the well of her navel,
then moving into the softness of her pubic fur. He played there a
moment, delighting as the anticipation mounted in her body. She
was ready to feel him within her, even if it were only a finger.
Yet he delayed tickling up into the socket of her cunt. The longer
he taunted the better it would be when he actually came into her.
Cupping her crotch, he squeezed down on her plump womanly
pubis. He kneaded her mound of Venus as he had kneaded her tits
but moments ago. She was hot and willing and ready. He could feel
the warm flow of her juices dampening his palm. Yet still he
taunted, increasing the intensity of her need.
"Damn you!" She moaned. "You marvelous bastard! It's
wonderful, so fucking wonderful!"
Then he shot a finger up into his sister's cunt.
"Agggarrahhhh!" She groaned. Her whole body writhed under
his impaling digit.
Inward he drove, twisting and twirling his finger in the wet
haven of her pussy. She moaned and bucked, fucking herself on his
hand. She was hot and flooded with her own lubricants, but he
prolonged the foreplay, giving her a taste of all the loving care
her husband had neglected for so long.
Then he worked yet another finger into her twat.
Her moaning and writhing doubled. She was tight, but she
took him, screwing around on his palm. She hunched her pelvis
like a woman gone mad. She was oblivious to all, except him, and
he knew it, a fact that only served to increase his own desire.
"I want you," she whimpered in a piteous little voice. "Take
me, Jason. Make me your woman."
He extracted his fingers from the fleshy sheath of her cunt.
They came free with a wet sucking sound. She groaned at the sudden
emptiness that filled her. Her eyes fluttered open, filled with
the burning light of lust.
With her watching him, he stood. Slowly he eased down the
zipper of his blue jeans. He was naked beneath the trousers. His
cock, long and rigid, jumped outward, jerking and twitching with
its new-found freedom.
His sister's dark eyes widened. A hungry expression moved
over her face. She stared longingly at the thick, imposing shaft
of his sex. At the same time, there was a knowing glint in her
eyes - the realization that his erect cock was for her - her
alone!
"Let me feel it." Her lips parted to reveal the wetness of
her tongue. "Let me feel you."
He stepped forward straddling her supine body. Below him on
her back, his sister gazed up, her eyes frozen on the massive
bludgeon of his cock.
Then her arms lifted.
He groaned, trembling at the first touch of her fingertips.
Lovingly her fingers ran up and down the solid column of his sex.
Light and tender she caressed, as though she were worshipping the
virile strength of his cock.
"It feels marvelous," she whispered. "So hard and strong,
yet so smooth and soft. I love the way it twitches at my touch.
So hungry and ready - ready to fuck me - ready to screw your
sister."
His balls surged within their wrinkled bag. That's exactly
what he was going to do - fuck his sister.
"I feel so wicked," she went on, her hands still running up
and down his cock. "I feel like my brother's whore, willing to do
anything he wishes - anything."
Her tongue flicked over her lips, an invitation for him to
ask for her mouth. It was a hard offer to turn down, but his
loins were consumed with need for this woman. He realized that if
she pressed her lips to his cock crown he might just lose the
fiery load burning in his testicles. And at this moment, that was
the last thing his sister needed.
What she did need was to feel a man's cock shoved up her
cunt. She needed a man, a man to fuck her.
"Fuck me," he said. "I want my sister to fuck me."
"Yes," she said, smiling widely. "Yes!"
Her thighs spread, opening her body to him. With one last
squeeze, she relinquished her hold on his prick.
Slowly, he lowered himself atop the titillating bed of his
sister's naked body. Their mouths met once again, their tongues
taunting and probing. Their hands were moving, trying to feel
every inch of their bodies all at once.
Beneath him, she squirmed a bit. Her pelvis lifted and his
glans nestled in the moist slit of her cunt. He eased forward
separating the plump lips of her outer labia. He felt her tense,
her anticipation growing.
Moving with slow-motion speed, he inched his throbbing wand
of lust into her body. Deeper the swollen shaft slithered. His
lust-engorged cock crown touched, then splayed the scalloped inner
lips of her cunt.
He was within her now. The hot liquid shelter of her pussy
surrounded him, bathing each inch of cock he fed into her hungry
body. This woman was his sister - his sister! The fact jarred
his brain, as though he were realizing it for the first time. She
felt so good, so hot, so tight. To just lie there atop her
luxurious body, to feel the glove-like tightness of her pussy
sheathing his cock would have been enough.
Enough for him - but not for her. His sister needed all the
pleasure and release his body could provide. And that's exactly
what he intended to give her.
Abruptly, his hips jerked back. His prick sluiced upward,
posing at the entrance to her love channel. He paused a moment,
then drove down. Long and hard, his piston of pleasure burrowed
into the folds of her steaming pussy.
"Sweet God!" She groaned under him. "You're so big! So
wonderfully big! I never imagined it would be like this, never in
my wildest dreams."
Her words hit him like an electric jolt. Sizzling sexual
energy coursed through his groin. His pelvis lurched up and swung
down. He ground into her crotch, making sure her stiffened clit
felt the full impact of his body.
He felt her cunt squeeze around him, sleeving his prick in
the humid recesses of her core. She was tight, so damn tight. It
was marvelous. At another time, he would have liked to just lie
there letting her milk his rod with the magnificent power of her
vaginal muscles. But that would have to be another time. Now he
was fucking his sister, and he was doing his best to make sure it
was an experience she would not soon forget.
While he drove his prick in and out of the envelope of her
cunt, he swung around a bit atop, just enough for his mouth to
cover one of the mounds of her tits. Then he sucked. He sucked
hard, his tongue slashing across the top of her stiff nipple like
a moist little whip.
Her moans deepened, filled with gratification and soaring
lust. She writhed under him, her hips bucking up to meet each
thrust of his crotch. Her pussy squeezed at him, sucking along
his slicked length.
She tucked him with unabandoned desire. Her hunger for the
pleasures of a man drove her on at a fervent pace. The harder and
deeper he shafted into the heated hole of her pussy, the more she
wanted him, begged for him. To allow such a passionate woman to
suffer as she had with Frank was a sin, he thought. The man had
to be insane.
Suddenly he found himself groaning around a mouthful of
delicious titflesh. His sister wedged a hand between their sweat-
drenched cores and toyed with his testicles. Her fingers lightly
kneaded the two heavy balls, teasing him.
His response was an even harder-plunging cock. He reamed in
and out of her fleshy sheath. His hips twisted and ground into
her pelvis. He hunched, throwing his full weight behind each of
his deep-probing strokes.
"Close," his sexy sister managed to moan in between his
slicing thrusts. "Close!"
Immediately, he upped the tempo of his relentless fucking.
Her nearness to climax and his own burning need whipped him on.
He threw himself into her, trying to slam the head of his prick
against the ring of her cervix. But it seemed an impossible task.
The deeper he poled, the more his sister's body seemed to open up
and accept him.
Faster and faster his cock ramrodded into the juicy slit of
her snatch. Harder and harder, he drove the mighty spear of his
lust into the mouth of her belly. She groaned continuously now.
She squeezed at his balls, creating a fantastic mixture of ache
and pleasure.
In and out, the knifing length of his pulsating prick
skewered the juice-flooded hole of her cunt. On and on, she
welcomed each probing thrust of his sex.
Her body was packed with him. His fat, swollen presence
dominated her life. At that moment, she existed for him and him
alone. Her body was no more than a vessel for her brother's cock.
And she loved it, loved every hard, throbbing inch he shoved
deeply into the greedy slash of her pussy.
It seemed like years since a man had entered her body. Now
all the mounting frustrations she had felt during her marriage to
Frank seemed to shatter and explode away. This, the feel of a man
rooted so deeply in her cunt, was what she had yearned for. This,
the pulsing hardness of a fat prick, was what she had ached and
prayed for.
And now, now that her prayer had been answered, she realized
she could never live without it again. She was a woman, not some
doll to be used, but a woman who felt and had needs. And those
needs and desires needed a man to satisfy them. Frank could never
be such a man.
Inward her brother's cock rammed, filling her body. She
moaned in unabandoned relish, savoring the feel of his skewering
rod. She squeezed down on his thickness, trying to hold him
deeply within the trembling channel of her pussy.
Out the pulsating shaft slithered, evacuating the edacious
mouth of her belly. She quivered and trembled. She felt each
swollen inch as it withdrew. Then downward his pelvis swung, once
again slamming the rigid length of his prick into her juice-filled
cunt.
Higher and higher she soared with every pounding stroke of
his magnificent piston. Her thighs glowed with expanding heat,
warmth generated from the constant ramrodding of her cunt. Hotter
and hotter she burned, consumed by the flames of lust and love for
her brother.
Outward the glow spread, swirling to meet the desires of her
body. Closer and closer the fiery heat came. Then it was there
flaring within the very core of her pussy. She groaned out loud
and long, surrendering herself to the explosive force of her
climax.
Beneath him, his sister's body quivered in tremors of
pleasure, tremors that rapidly became full-fledged flesh quakes.
Her fingernails dug deeply into his back raking down toward his
pumping buttocks. The wet sheath of her cunt contracted around the
stiff staff of his prick, sucking at his length in the moment of
her ecstasy.
His sister's carnal desires satisfied, Jason then allowed the
boiling pressure of his loins to spew forth. He came, blasting
spurt after hot spurt of sperm and semen into the tremulous socket
of her sex.
Thick, white cream fountained from the slitted mouth of his
cock, scalding over the hyper-sensitive surface of his glans. Jet
upon jet of his seed splattered over the pink folds of his
sister's love hole. He drenched her, covering every inch of her
greedy pussy with his release.
Seemingly, he emptied at least a gallon or two of his seminal
reserves into her before his throbbing prick at last subsided and
the flood of his climax ceased. Gratefully, he just laid atop her
still trembling body, savoring the complete satisfaction of their
lovemaking.
When at last he rolled from her sated body, she nestled into
the hollow of his shoulder clinging tightly to him. He held her,
enjoying the warmth of her body suffusing along his side. He held
her until he felt her breathing soften to the shallow breaths of
sleep. Man and woman, brother and sister, they both remained
there on the bank of the river until the first rays of the new
day, then slipped quietly back into their separate tents.
Chapter 6
Linda Jefferies awoke shortly before dawn. She glanced
around her tent to find her stepcousin Karen still soundly
sleeping. She smiled, grateful that the girl still slept.
This time, before everyone in the two families awakened, was
her time. The forest just before the dawn was something special,
something she had discovered the first morning of their vacation.
Now she cherished this time, relishing the peaceful solitude it
provided. Each morning she rose and slipped from her tent and
walked a short way from camp. There, she sat alone and listened
to the sounds of the forest awakening and watched the rising sun.
It was something she had never experienced in the city and while
she was out in the wilderness, she refused to miss even one of
these magnificent mornings.
Quietly rolling from her sleeping bag, Linda reached out and
found the fresh pair of jeans and blouse she had laid out the
night before. Beneath them was a pair of white bikini panties.
She smiled again. Karen had introduced her to the brief style of
panties just before they had left on vacation. Besides looking
sexy as hell on her, they made her feel almost naked. Which was
good, because ever since she had started on this wilderness hike,
she had wanted to shed all her clothes and run naked through the
woods. A bit of the pagan within her, she thought.
Still, that urge to be free had grown greater the farther she
hiked into the forest. The second day of backpacking, she had
carefully packed away her bra, burying it beneath all her other
clothes. Perhaps, when they returned home, she would wear it
again. But now, she felt so much freer without it.
Standing, she dressed in panties, jeans, blouse, and sandals,
making as little noise as possible. She glanced again at Karen.
The girl still slept.
Without making a sound, the young girl stepped from the tent
and sucked in a deep breath. The air tasted fresh, still alive
with the chill of the night. The smell of the forest permeated
every molecule of the air. It smelled so alive and growing that
she tingled with its presence. She wanted to laugh or sing, but
she repressed the urge. She didn't want to wake everybody else
and spoil this time.
Above her the sky was still black. Stars twinkled and
glistened like spots of light on a background of black velvet. To
the east, she could already see the first sign of dawn. Blackness
was quickly turning to a dark blue and the stars were fading.
Sunrise was close. She glanced around to select a spot to
sit and watch the breaking dawn. The trees around the campsite
were too high for a good view. However, down by the river would be
perfect. Her ears filled with the sound of awakening birds, Linda
started toward the river.
She covered half the distance and stopped. Somebody was
lying on the bank near the water's edge. Could somebody else have
discovered the serenity of this early morning hour? Or had
someone just had a rough night and couldn't sleep? Either way she
felt as though her own private world had been invaded.
She took a step or two closer, trying to see who the intruder
was. Her eyes widened. There wasn't one person, but two. But
who? It was still too dark for her to see who the two were. But
unless her eyes were playing tricks on her, the couple was stark
naked. Who?
It couldn't be Bret and Karen. Despite her brother's attempt
to hide the fact he was balling their stepcousin, Linda knew all
about his affair with Karen. The young brunette and Linda were
very close and Karen shared all her secrets. However, Linda had
left Karen sleeping soundly in their tent. Who could it be?
The couple's identity intrigued her. Obviously it had to be
either Aunt Mona and Frank, though she found it hard to visualize
those two ever sleeping together, let alone screwing around in the
woods, or it had to be her parents. Her parents? Yes, she could
see both of them doing something like this.
But should she be spying on them? No, she decided, but she
intended to do it just the same. The thought of watching her
mother and father together did more than just stir her interest.
She wanted to see them!
Her head twisted around, seeking a way to move closer without
being detected. Nothing on her right, but to the left. Linda
found a thick clump of bushes running almost to the river. She
smiled and turned.
Her steps were slow and deliberate, lifting one foot, then
the other, being careful to make as little noise as possible. She
worked her way closer to the nude couple, eventually dropping
behind the bushes and crawling as close as she thought was safe.
Carefully, she reached out and parted the bushes.
She caught her breath.
In the soft glow of the coming sunrise, she could just make
out the pair. She had guessed the identity of one of them
correctly - her father. But the woman wasn't her mother - it was
Aunt Mona - her father's sister!
Her father's sister!
The thought railed through her mind. There was no doubt what
her father and Mona had been doing. This wasn't a nudist colony.
They had been balling. Her father had fucked his sister! That
was incest!
Linda found herself more confused than shocked. She tried to
sort her thoughts, but she couldn't. Her eyes were glued to the
supple nakedness of her aunt. The woman was beautiful, she looked
like some forest goddess. Linda had always considered Aunt Mona
to be an "old woman," but now she realized she had been wrong.
Aunt Mona's body was that of a young woman, no more than in her
mid-twenties.
And Aunt Mona was pressed so close to her father! Her
breasts were flattened against him. Her legs entwining his. So
close to ...
To his - Linda caught her breath once again, realizing what
her eyes now gazed on - her father's cock!
She shivered. It looked so big, like some sleeping snake
nestled in the darkness of his pubic hairs. She shivered again,
aware that her trembling was caused by a growing arousal, rather
than repulsion.
And there was something else, something she couldn't put her
finger on at first, but then recognized it as a twinge of
jealousy. Aunt Mona was there lying in her father's arms and she
was hidden amid the bushes. Aunt Mona had felt that big cock
within her body, and Linda had only dreamed of her father mounting
her young body and taking her.
To have seen him, she thought. Then with increasing
excitement, to have felt him, her father, moving within her.
Again she trembled. She, as with all young girls, had felt a
desire for her father. It was a normal part of sexual
development. Linda even knew the name the shrinks put on it -
Electra Complex.
But until now, she had never really thought of making those
fantasies come true. Until now ...
She shook her head. No, it wasn't possible. Her father and
her mother, she could see that. Even now she could accept her
father making love to Aunt Mona, just lying there, they looked so
natural. But her and her father? It just wouldn't happen. He
would never come to her and ask to share her bed. After all - he
was her father. Fathers just didn't do things like that.
And if he did, what would her mother do? What would her
mother do if she knew about Aunt Mona?
Linda's thoughts were abruptly interrupted. Her father
moved. He leaned over his younger sister and kissed her awake.
They were gentle kisses that mounted in passion when Aunt Mona's
eyes fluttered open to greet her lover. As Linda watched, the two
kissed a very long and involved kiss.
"We'd better get back to the tents," she heard her father say
when they parted. "The others will be waking in a bit."
Mona nodded and gave him another kiss before rising and
slipping into her gown. Jason quickly pulled on his jeans, then
reached out and took his sisters hand. Linda watching from her
hiding place among the bushes let her gaze follow them back to the
tents. For moments, she just stared at the camp, all thoughts of
the sunrise forgotten.
* * *
The day's hiking went as those before it had gone. The two
families continued deeper into the forest, using the river as
their guide. With short rest stops and a break for lunch, it was
seven hours before they again selected a site for the night.
The seven hours gave Linda all the time she needed to collect
her thoughts and neatly sort them.
First, she wasn't some scatter-brained teenager. Despite her
eighteen years she was aware of the world around her and the
relationships shared by a man and a woman. While she had no hard
evidence to prove her theory, she had the feeling that her mother
and father had taken lovers at one time or another during their
marriage. She also suspected that each parent was fully aware of
what the other did. If so, she felt her mother would understand
what had happened between Aunt Mona and her father.
She did. On more than one occasion, she had thought of going
to bed with her own brother, especially after listening to Karen
recount their love making.
Second, she knew damn well Frank didn't know, or even suspect
what had happened between her father and Aunt Mona. She doubted
whether the man ever had a thought of sex, least of all considered
the possibility that his wife had taken a lover - her own brother
at that. Frank just wouldn't believe that such things could
happen.
Last, she had considered her own feelings. And, yes, she
wanted to be her father's lover - one of them, at least. She had
no want to replace her mother. The thought of being her father's
wife wasn't what she had planned for her future. But to share his
bed was another matter altogether.
Getting him into that bed, or more specifically, into her
snatch was another problem.
Linda wasn't a girl. Over a year ago she had felt the thrill
of her first lover moving between her willing thighs. It had been
a summer romance with the cousin of one of her best friends who
had been visiting for a week. When he returned home, she was a
woman and he was no longer a boy.
Since then she had taken one other lover, a young man she now
had hopes of marrying. But that was in the future, after she
graduated from college.
Her father was here and now.
She had no worries of pregnancy. Her own mother had seen to
that. A few days before her first date, her mother had taken her
aside and talked with her. It wasn't one of those woman-to-woman
talks she had heard of from her friends, nor was it a mother-to-
daughter lecture. It had been more like two friends discussing
what it meant to be a woman. After that talk her mother had taken
her to the doctor for a complete physical and a birth-control pill
prescription. Her mother had given her the responsibility of
controlling her own sex life. Something she had not regretted.
She was a woman, and she knew it. But how was she going to
get her father to notice the fact?
As she had realized when watching Aunt Mona and her father,
he would never come to her. The only answer was for her to go to
him and offer herself. But how and when, that was something she
hadn't decided yet.
Linda looked around the camp. Everyone was completing their
normal tasks of setting up the tents and getting the fire ready
for the evening meal. Then she saw Bret and Karen talking.
Why not?
Bret and Karen managed to get away by themselves simply by
taking a walk in the woods and finding someplace to make love.
She could do the same thing.
She glanced around and found her father stretched out beneath
a tree, resting in the shade. Her heart suddenly doubled its
speed. He was alone. If there were a time to do it, the time was
now before he became involved in something.
Taking a deep breath, Linda strode toward him without
hesitation. Her temples were pounding like hammers by the time
she reached his side. She knew he could read what she had planned
on her face when he looked up at her, but he just smiled and said,
"Hi, Princess."
"Think you could spare your daughter a few minutes?" She
forced calmness into her voice.
"Sure, what's on your mind?"
"Nothing really important." She lied. "There's just
something I want to show you in the woods."
"Oh?" Her father's smile grew. "What is it?"
"A surprise," she replied. "It's just back up there a bit.
Think you feel up to a short walk?"
She held her breath, knowing that she had just given him the
opportunity to refuse to go with her. But he grinned and answered,
"Okay."
He held a hand out to her as he rose, gripping her fingers
firmly. "Lead on."
She smiled and started toward the forest. Once in the trees,
she led him directly away from the camp and the others. She had
no idea what she was going to tell him when she found the spot she
was looking for, but she would think of something. At the moment
she had to find a secluded clearing.
"Hey, how far is this?" her father asked.
"Not much further," she answered, repressing the panicky rush
that rose from the pit of her stomach. Her eyes darted around,
searching for a concealed spot. "It's just right over there."
She glanced at him, her eyes looking back. She could no
longer see the tents, nor could she hear the others. Now she had
to find the right location.
About fifty feet more, she found what she was looking for.
It was a small moss-covered depression surrounded by thick bushes
and trees. Unless someone was looking for this place, they would
never notice it. That made it perfect for her plans.
Tightening her grip on her father's hand, she led him through
the shrubs.
"This is it?" He looked at her, a puzzled expression on his
face. "I don't see anything."
"There isn't anything, except me." No, she realized that was
the wrong approach and regretted her words as they came from her
mouth. "I didn't want to show you anything ..."
"Huh?" His puzzlement grew.
"I just wanted to get you away from the others ... so we
could ... talk," she said.
"Alone at last," her father said with a chuckle. He eased to
the ground and sat, patting the moss beside him for her to sit
also. "Must be something pretty important to bring us out here?"
"Yes," she began, still unsure of how to handle the
situation. "It's that ... well ..."
"That important, huh?" His expression was serious now,
filled with the gentle understanding that was always there when
she came to him with a problem.
Linda seated herself next to her father and once again took
his hand. "Dad, I saw you and Aunt Mona this morning. I was
getting up to see the sunrise and I saw you two by the river."
"And you saw us making love?" His voice didn't quaver.
"No, but I knew what had happened," she said.
He was silent a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. "I'm
not sure what to say. What happened, happened. I feel no
regrets. I know Mona is my sister, but what happened was between
a man and a woman. I'm sorry if what you saw upset you, but ..."
"It did upset me," she interrupted him. "But not in the way
you're thinking. What I saw looked so beautiful. Aunt Mona
looked like a sylvan goddess from Roman mythology and you ..."
She stumbled over her words. "Dad, I was jealous of Aunt Mona. I
wanted to be in her place!"
His head jerked around. He stared at her. His expression
was a strange mixture of surprise and confusion.
"I brought you here to show you me, your daughter," she said,
words rushing out. "I'm a woman, your daughter is a woman. I
want to show you that woman."
His mouth fell slightly ajar. She knew what he must be
thinking, but she had committed herself. She had said what she
wanted to say and now she wanted him.
Before he could answer, she threw her arms around his neck
and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue flicked out and darted
between his parted lips. She taunted and teased, but there was no
response. He sat there frozen, as though he were a man in a state
of shock.
She pulled away a bit, undaunted. Her eyes rose to his.
"Make love to me. I want you to make love to me."
Again she kissed her father. Her tongue, like a moist whip,
flicked into his mouth, taunting and tapping. Suddenly, she felt
him stir. He didn't move away. Instead, his hands were on her
waist, holding her.
She pressed closer, rolling the firm, young cones of her tits
against her father's chest. She hugged close, so that he could
feel her body and recognize its willingness to please him.
Jason Jefferies' body responded to his daughter before his
mind accepted what was happening. And then it was too late. What
Linda was proposing seemed no different than what had happened
between him and his sister. He loved his daughter, and his body
with the warm sensations coursing in his loins told him that he
wanted her. If he had thought of refusing her, it was a battle
lost before it started.
His hands rose and caressed the young girl's cheeks. Gently
he cradled her face, while he returned her kiss. His tongue
entered her mouth, playfully teasing at her sprite oral digit.
For moments, they just sat there, father and daughter,
holding one another, savoring the exciting feel of each other's
bodies. And when their lips parted, his head lowered a bit, his
hand easing back the strands of her strawberry blonde hair. His
tongue and lips then busied themselves with the delicate lobe of
her ear.
The young girl moaned. She nestled closer to him. Her hands
rose to his chest, caressing its broad expanse. Then her finger
went to work on his shirt, slipping buttons from holes and
exposing his chest. By the time his mouth worked down to the
graceful tan arch of her neck, she had opened his shirt and her
fingertips were fondling the pebble-like forms of his nipples.
It was happening! Linda couldn't believe it. Her father was
in her arms. After all her planning, it had been so easy! Now
she would be his and he hers, if only for this moment. And that
was enough. It was more than she had ever dreamt would happen.
Her father's lips were on her throat kissing downward. His
hands opened the buttons of her blouse. She moaned softly as he
suddenly ducked his neck and pressed his mouth between the broad
expansive valley of flesh separating her tits.
Then his hands were there, cupping the resilient mounds of
her breasts. Lovingly, his fingers squeezed into the white cones.
She moaned again, her back arching forward, shoving herself into
his hands. He felt so good, so sure of himself - a man that
understood a woman's body and how to give it pleasure.
Slowly, he kissed his way to one of the creamy cones. It
looked so white and vulnerable against the deep tan of the rest of
her body. His daughter did not sunbathe in the nude. Somewhere
in his mind, he remembered seeing all those centerfold models in
men's magazines and thinking their two-toned bodies somehow looked
ridiculous. Now he found the combination of milky flesh and sun
golden skin as sexy as hell.
Opening his mouth wide, he homed in on one of the coral buds
of his daughter's nipples. He sucked, his groin tightening with
his first taste of her bountiful breasts. He licked, using his
tongue like a moist finger. He thoughtfully laved around and
around the delicate nubbin, thrilling when he felt it thicken and
grow to a stiff, rubbery point.
Simultaneously, his roving hands caressed the summery mounds
of teenage titflesh. His fingers were alive with the satiny feel
of her ripe young breasts. He kneaded them, he rolled them
against the flat of his palm, he squeezed them, and he loved them.
Meanwhile, her hands were far from inactive. Abandoning his
chest, Linda's fingers were now busy with the snap of his pants.
He felt a quick tug and the metallic pwack of the snap giving way.
Then there was the hiss of his zipper.
"I want to feel you," she whispered in a throaty voice of
lust. "I want to feel your cock."
She did. Her hands, feeling extremely cool, dipped into his
shorts. What she found waiting was a throbbing pole of manmeat -
her father's prick! Fiery sensations of desire swirled through her
at the mere touch of his staff. Her fingertips ran up and down
the firm length, thrilling at the mighty surges she created within
the shaft.
But just touching him was not enough. "I want to see you,"
she said. "I want you the way Aunt Mona had you this morning."
He answered by releasing the fleshy feast of her youthful
tits and kissed her mouth once again. Then he stood. With his
daughter's eyes following his every move, Jason Jefferies peeled
off his shirt. Hastily kicking away his shoes and toeing off his
socks, he then removed his pants and shorts.
Naked he stood before the seductive strawberry blonde.
"Fantastic," she whispered as though she spoke to herself.
"It's so beautiful."
Her flashing green eyes were riveted to the jutting form of
his cock. An impish smile spread over her sensual lips.
Before he knew what was happening, his daughter was on her
knees before him. She clasped his prong with both hands. Staring
down at her, he saw her lips open, then the moist flicker of pink.
It was his turn to moan. The young girl's tongue lightly
tapped against the sensitive skin of his glans. It was just a
fleeting brush of warm wetness, but the sensations it created were
enough to threaten to turn his knees to water. His column of
manhood jerked with eagerness.
Linda's eyes rolled up to him. She smiled, obviously pleased
with the pleasure that slight tap of tongue had given him. Then
her gaze moved back to his rod.
With his eyes watching her, her head tilted forward. Again
her tongue ran out. Her fantastic oral digit swirled atop his
cock, igniting all sorts of ball-aching pleasures. She licked at
him like a child with an all-day sucker.
Then her tongue coursed down the unbending length of his
turgid spike. Wet and warm, she bathed his dork, leaving the
pulsating column glistening with her saliva.
Linda had not originally intended this. But when she had
first seen her father's prick, she had just followed her natural
urges. Now her mouth was filled with the taste of the pre-seminal
fluids she had licked from his glans. The slightly saline flavor
only increased her desire for this man - her own father.
She had felt a man in her mouth before, even drunk down the
fiery spurts of a man's release. But never before had cocksucking
seemed so exciting. But then, never had the prick she sucked been
her father's.
Her hand stretched out and dipped between his thighs. There,
dangling from his scrotum, she found the hairy sac of his
testicles. Tenderly, she felt the kidney-shaped rocks within the
bag. They were big, bigger than those of either of her two
teenage lovers. For some reason, that fact thrilled her.
She turned her attention back to the situation at hand. The
business of giving her father a blowjob.
Drawing back from the lust-filled length of his prick once
again, she looked up, pleased to find his gaze still on her.
While he watched, she opened her mouth, puckering her lips into a
wide "O." Then she moved in on his cock.
The throbbing knob of his glans touched her lips, then slid
inward. Downward, she slid on the fat column of sex. Inward, she
accepted the fleshy pole, sheltering it in the humid haven of her
face.
Jason groaned. Trembling sensations of raw lust shot up from
his groin, suffusing through his whole body. He fought his first
impulse to shove his hips forward and impale his daughter's face
on his cock. Instead he stood there, allowing her fantastic mouth
to eat at him.
And eat she did. Up and down with titillating languor, her
head bobbed. He watched the shining shaft of his prick vanishing
into her greedy, cock-loving mouth, then come sliding out. Again
and again she swallowed, carrying the flow of his pre-seminal
fluids to her stomach.
At the same time, her tongue politely continued its
provocative caresses. Over and down she licked at his root.
Under and up, she laved the fleshy pole of her father's sex. Down
she slid, her cheeks bulging outward when she sheathed the
ponderous burden of his mass. Up she pulled, her cheeks hollowing
deeply as she sucked at him.
There was no way his body could resist its natural urges.
The single fact that this was his daughter eating at his prick was
enough to bring him, enough to have his balls turning flip-flops
within their sac.
He came.
She felt the rising flood in his prick. She sucked in her
breath through her nostrils and accepted the spurting jets of
sexual lava. She gulped down his release, swallowing mouthful
after mouthful of her father's come, then sucking at his cock even
harder to make sure not one drop of his fluid escaped her.
With the pleasure of his daughter's mouth rapidly becoming
pain, he reached down and eased her mouth from his prod. He
smiled weakly when she looked up at him, then whispered, "Enough,
enough! I can't take anymore. It was marvelous!"
Carefully, his knees quivering, he lowered himself to the
ground beside her. Drawing her to him, he kissed the mouth that
had provided him so much pleasure.
As they parted, Linda eased from his embrace. Her eyes
shining with the incandescent gleam of love and lust, she stood.
Her shoulders wiggled a bit and her blouse fell from her arms.
Again, he was struck by the sensual combination of white and
golden skin while he watched the lively dance of her ripe tits.
The pink-coral colored nipples, perched like cherries atop each of
those luscious-looking peaks traced invisible circles in the air.
Running her hands along her sides, the sexy young nymph moved
her fingers to the front of her jeans. The snap popped open and
the zipper eased down its metallic track. She did a provocative
little wiggle and her jeans slithered down her thighs. Completely
exposed for his eyes were two long shapely legs, beautiful thighs
and calves she had obviously inherited from her mother. Her skin
was smooth and sun-tanned, a golden brown that matched her arms
and firm, young stomach.
Next, her fingers tucked beneath the elastic band of her
bikini panties. She inched them down with deliberate languor.
She was teasing him, taunting him with her young body and enjoying
every minute of her seductive scheme.
Tossing her panties away, she stood straight up, allowing her
father to view her unashamed nakedness. His eyes roved over the
flatness of her belly and the developing womanly flare of her
hips. Then his longing gaze moved to the auburn triangle of pubic
fleece bushed over the alluring knoll of her cunt.
He remembered her earlier words. She had brought him here to
show him she was a woman. As he stared on the arousing curves of
her young body, he had no doubts that his daughter was just that -
a woman. And a woman who knew the pleasures her body could give a
man.
She smiled, stepping toward him, her hips waggling in
exaggerated fashion. Stopping at his side, she extended a hand.
"Give me your hand."
He did. Taking it, she placed his fingers on her crotch and
trembled as he touched her. Her pubic moss was soft and silky to
his fingertips. Lovingly, he stroked the down of her sex,
delighting at the cooing sounds that came from his daughter's
throat.
While she stared down at him, he slid his palm between her
thighs and burrowed a finger up into the moist hole of her young
cunt. She was wet and hot inside. The channel of her pussy was
aflood with lubricants. He twirled his finger around in her damp
sluice and she moaned, her body trembling.
"It's good," she said. "Your hands feel wonderful on me - in
me."
With that he had to agree. This delightful nymph made him
feel like a young man again. Already his deflated prick was
throbbing with renewed need - a need to burrow itself deeply into
this juicy, pink-lipped pussy.
Slowly, he pulled his digit from the channel of her lust.
Then he reversed himself and drilled his inquisitive finger back
up into the most intimate of his daughter's body.
At the same time, he ran another finger up the cleft of her
outer labia. Her whole body shuddered almost convulsively as he
found the hypersensitive bud of her clit. The small nubbin was no
larger than a small pea, but obviously it was as ready for his
attention as was her juicy cunt.
Almost casually, he manipulated that tiny button of flesh,
while his entrenched finger slithered in and out of her sexual
slash like a miniature penis.
His daughter's body began to sway, rocking back and forth to
the rhythm of his finger fucking. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her
sensuous lips parted, writhing as he drew aroused whimpers of
delight from her throat.
He took his time with her, languidly building her passion and
at the same time allowing her arousal to create new life in his
prick. Deliberately, he controlled her young teenage body. Step
by step, he stoked the fires of carnal need within the willing
core of her pussy. Higher and higher he moved her through the
levels of excitement, sharpening her want to a keen, fevered
pitch.
When at last he withdrew his finger from her pussy, she was
moaning, near panting, with desire. Her eyes fluttered open. The
fires of lust flared deep within their emerald green.
"Lay back," she said, her eyes widening with pleasure when
they moved to his groin to find his cock once more an erect pole
of need. "I'm going to make love to you!"
Without questioning, he did as she requested. Stretching out
on the cool firmness of their moss bed, he smiled up to her. His
eyes followed the luscious curves of her naked body as she stepped
over him, straddling his groin.
Carefully lowering herself to her knees, one planted securely
to each side of his hips, she sat back on his thighs. The soft
strands of her pubic fleece tickled his legs, causing his flagpole
of a cock to jump and twitch with urgency. His daughter's eyes
flashed, watching the aroused dance of his shaft.
Lovingly, her hand reached out and caressed that massive tube
of sexual meat. Toying with him, she ran her hands up and down
its fat length, enjoying every inch of it from hairy base to
bulbous head. And when her grasp tightened and jacked at the
unyielding staff, she grinned with delight at the pleasure groans
she brought from her father's lips.
She had felt him, licked him, sucked him and tasted the hot
cream of his loins. Now she was ready to get down to the very
serious business of fucking him.
Carefully, she pulled his throbbing prick straight up in the
air so that it jutted perpendicular to his groin - a fleshy spike
of pulsating lust. Holding it there with one hand, she pushed up,
rising above the hardened rod.
Her father's eyes widened while she paused, poised over his
cock, the hungry mouth of her cunt but mere inches from its fat,
swollen head. She hovered there, knowing that the slight delay
served to increase his anticipation of what was to come.
With the same deliberate slowness, she began to lower herself
atop his meaty rail. Inch by inch, she descended. Closer and
closer the wildly throbbing lance of sex came to the willing mouth
of her wanton cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" She moaned aloud, quivering with a sudden rush
of desire.
His swollen cock crown pushed through the fleece of her pubic
hairs and brushed against the pouting lips of her pussy. Her
first impulse was to suddenly drop down, impaling herself on his
cock. But that was not what she wanted for him, or for herself.
The trim, youthful muscles of her calves and thighs tightened
to support her. Then with perfect control of her yearning body,
she moved downward once again.
Inward the skewering rod of cock inched. Through the mouth of
her pussy, then through the delicate lips of her inner labia, and
finally into the burning socket of her twat. Secure there, she
released her handhold on him and continued lowering herself,
impaling her cunt on the fattened column of her father's prick.
Deeper and deeper, she accepted that massive lovewand. She
felt him, every throbbing inch of him. Possessively, her cunt
tightened, sheathing its folds around the bulky contours of his
pussy-prodder. Slowly, ever slowly, she descended, opening her
body to him a fraction of an inch at a time. Then at last, she
once more sat atop him. This time, however, every inch of his
cock was entrenched in the inner-most depths of her vagina.
"I'm full," she said, gazing down at the man who stared up at
her from his back. "I feel packed to the gills!"
She did. Her father was deep within the core of her wanton
hole. She knew his engorged glans were throbbing no more than a
fraction of an inch from the ring of her cervix. He pulsed and
she felt him, virile strength throbbing through the total length
of his sleeved prick. It felt so damn good to savor the filling
presence of his sex - her father's cock.
"Now," she said with a wicked grin, "I'm going to ball you!
I'm going to fuck my father!"
She leaned forward, supporting herself on out-stretched arms
resting atop his chest. Up she pushed with calves and thighs. Up
she rose, her pussy inching back toward the top of the marvelous
cock embedded in her cunt.
With only the knobby head of his prick enveloped by her pussy
lips, she paused, undulating her pelvis back and forth. She
rocked his glans within her cunt, drawing pleased moans from his
lips.
Then she dropped back down.
Jason groaned as his cock shot back into the tight refuge of
his daughter's twat. Fantastic sexual friction burned along every
inch of his prick. The spongy interior of her young slit gripped
at him, squeezing wonderfully. Again her hips rocked and his
shaft felt as though it were swirling around in the grasping
confines of her snatch.
Again his daughter rose on the stiff rail of his desire, then
dropped. Her tits, elongated pendulums of flesh, jiggled and
juggled as they hung heavily from her chest. He reached up and
squeezed them. She groaned deeply, her body shuddering with the
dual stimulation of his solidly rooted cock and his kneading
fingers.
When she again climbed his cock, his eyes glanced down to
their joined cores. He could see the slickened shaft of his sex,
shining with a coating of his daughter's pussy juices.
Fascinated, he watched as her cunt once more dropped, swallowing
the total length of his prick.
Last night there had been his sister Mona, and now Linda's
willing young cunt surrounded him. Had anyone told him that this
would happen to him, he wouldn't have believed it. But now,
nothing had ever seemed so real - so beautiful. First his sister
and now his daughter were his lovers.
The teenager's hips abruptly increased their tempo. Hungrily
she rode his cock, impaling herself over and over on the hardness
of his manhood. Her tight cunt seemed to squeeze even tighter.
The resulting friction was that much more fiery.
His balls began to ache, a sure sign of the nearness of his
coming climax. It seemed impossible that he could be so close so
soon after such a thorough cocksucking Linda had given him. Yet,
there was no denying the mounting pressure of his testicles. And
there was no denying the fact that the girl mounted atop his groin
was responsible for his rising need.
To assure that her desire matched his, he slipped one hand
down between their crotches. With no difficulty, he found the wet
slit of her pussy lips. Dipping a finger into that juicy cleft,
he once more located the button of her clit.
The results were electrifying. Groaning with wild lust, the
girl's body jerked and quivered. Up and down, she fucked herself
on his cock. Her fingers dug into his chest, raking at his flesh.
Lovingly, his fingertips fondled the tiny nubbin. Around and
around the pea-sized bud he taunted. Back and forth over its
sensitive surface he rubbed, fanning the fires that burned within
her eager body.
Harder, she pumped her cunt on his swollen lance of flesh.
Her head now lolled between her shoulders, rocking back and forth
as she concentrated every iota of her awareness on the fat column
drilling into the refuge of her pussy.
She fucked her father. She fucked herself on his prick.
Each impaling hunch of her pelvis drove closer to the ultimate of
pleasures. Each crotch-slapping meeting of their bodies set her
soaring higher.
She was relentless in her carnal pursuit. She fucked herself
as hard, if not harder, than any man could slam his cock into the
yielding gash of her pussy. She was driven by her desire, a woman
controlled by a delirium of erotic fever.
Then with one hard drop to her father's crotch, she securely
impaled herself on his throbbing dick. She came, crying out in the
rush of pleasure that flooded her body in powerful surges.
Jason did his best to continue to move within his daughter's
cunt, helping to prolong the ecstasy of her climax. Unable to
hunch up and down, he rocked his hips back and forth, slashing his
prick around in the hot, juicy recesses of her pussy. When her
moaning groans of release rose to a keen pitch, he politely
removed his finger from the trigger of her clit before the
onslaught of sensations turned to pain.
Her arms shook violently as quake after quake erupted within
her. Reaching out, he caught her before she collapsed atop him.
Lovingly, he held her, caressing her trembling body while she rode
the currents of orgasmic bliss.
And when at last her quivering subsided and her lovely eyes
opened, misted by the pleasure of her release, she began to
undulate her hips around the entrenched length of his prick.
Faster and faster and faster, she gyrated her pelvis, rocking
and whipping him around in the clingy mouth of her belly. She
hunched a little, pistoning him up and down within her cunt.
Just lying there, letting his sexy daughter fuck him brought
his balls to a heady boil. He withheld their steamy load for as
long as possible, prolonging the marvelous ride she was giving
him. Then he let the walls of will power crumble.
He came.
Gratefully, he blasted his full load into the welcoming
channel of her cunt. Even after the recent demands her mouth had
placed on his seminal reservoir, he fountained a hot flood of
sperm and semen into the depths of his daughter's belly. He
filled the tight confines of her pussy until the opalescent cream
of his release oozed around the base of his cock and trickled into
his pubic hairs, matting them to his body.
As the last throb of pleasure passed from his cock, Linda's
mouth covered his, kissing him long and passionately. "Thank
you," she said when they parted. "It was fantastic. Thank you."
He returned her kiss, his tongue probing the sweetness of her
mouth. Then, wrapped in each others arms, they lay there, neither
wishing to move and break the spell of their satisfying union of
father and daughter.
Chapter 7
Jason and Linda heard the voices as they returned to camp.
Hastening their steps they quickly walked from the woods.
At the center of camp, Frank stood, his face violet with
anger, veins standing out on neck and forehead. He faced Bret and
Karen. The young couple stood close together, holding each
other's hands. Bret stared at the elder, his restraint more than
apparent, while Karen's head was lowered, her eyes cast on the
ground.
Glancing at each with uncertainty, Jason and Linda moved
beside Liz and Mona, who stood nearby, watching the confrontation.
"You're wrong," Bret said, his voice quavering as he tried to
control his rising anger. "You're so wrong!"
"Damn you! I know what I saw!" Frank shouted, his fists
clenched, knuckles glowing white. "I saw you yesterday. And I
damn well know where you two were going when I caught you trying
to slip off from the rest of us!"
Neither Bret or Karen answered.
"Did you think I was stupid?" Frank continued to rage. "Did
you think I was blind?"
"Frank, calm down," Jason interrupted. "Take hold of
yourself and tell me what's going on here."
Frank twisted around, his eyes wide and wild. "It's your son,
Jason! He's just like you and your wife! I caught these two
trying to sneak out into the woods so that they could satisfy
their carnal urges, like two rutting animals!"
His head jerked back to Karen. "My own daughter! I thought
I raised you better than that. You little bitch, you're no better
than a common slut! I saw you out there yesterday, flat on your
back giving your body away. A whore! My own daughter is nothing
better than a whore! How many men have you known, Karen? How
much do they pay for your body?"
Jason saw the tears well in the young brunette's eyes and
stream down her cheeks. "Frank, you've ..."
Stay out of this, Jason!" Frank raged. "If you had raised
your son better, this wouldn't have happened. But he takes after
his mother and father, loose with their morals, no understanding
of what is right and decent!"
"Hold on, Frank," Jason answered. "I think you've got this
all wrong. Times have changed. People don't have the same
standards they did when you were young. The world is freer, more
understanding ..."
"Loose is the word!" Frank's eyes glared. "No morals, young
people today have lost all their morals. They can't even control
the baser urges of their bodies!"
Jason shook his head. He had heard all this before, the same
old tired arguments straight out of Victorian England. He thought
of Mona and her suffering with this man. If that was Frank's idea
of strong morals, he would have no part of it.
"Frank, Bret and Karen are young. Their bodies need sexual
release. They aren't made of stone. They're flesh and blood and
what happened between them was natural. It's the way we're
created," Jason said. "There's nothing good or bad about sexual
urges; they're just natural, which makes them right."
He knew as he said it there would be no understanding from
the man. Frank was molded too tight into his rigid view of the
relationship between man and woman. It was too late for him, he'd
never change.
"Mona," Frank's gaze turned to his wife. "Do you think it
right for my daughter to go sneaking off in the woods so that she
can lie on her back for a man?"
"No, I don't think it's right," Mona's head rose defiantly
and she stared at her husband. "It's wrong that they had to sneak
off and hide. It's wrong that they were afraid that this might
happen and had to conceal their feelings as though they were
ashamed of them. It's wrong, Frank, but even with all its
wrongness, what Bret and Karen share is so much better than
whatever we've had."
Frank was stunned. His wife's words hit him hard, jarring
him at the foundations.
"I'm not sure exactly what Karen and Bret feel for each
other. But I do know both of them. They're both human beings,
Frank, good, warm people. They both have a great capacity for
love," Mona continued. "But even if all they feel for one another
is lust, at least they shared those feelings. That's more than
we've ever done."
Suddenly, Karen ran from Bret's side and threw her arms
around Mona, hugging the woman close. Her tears trickled down her
face as she tenderly kissed her stepmother's cheek.
"And you," Frank turned to Liz, "I suppose you feel the same
way?"
"Yes," was Liz's complete answer.
I should have known. All of you, you're all depraved, sick
people." Frank's eyes ran over the faces staring at him. "It's
not too late though. I can teach Karen the ways of right and
wrong. I'm going to take my daughter away from you, take her back
to the city with me. Mona, you'll be hearing from my lawyers."
"No, Dad." Karen abruptly spun around and faced her father.
"I'm nineteen. In this state that makes me an adult. I won't go
with you. I can't live with you and your sick outlook on life
anymore. If Mona will have me, I'm going to stay with her."
Frank took a step toward his daughter, then froze. "If that's
the way you want it, then that's the way you'll have it. I wash
my hands of the both of you. As far as I'm concerned neither of
you exist anymore. You're out of my life, not even ghosts of the
past!"
There was silence for a moment, as Frank caught his breath.
Then he spoke again. "All I want is to get out of here, get back
to a world of sanity."
Jason looked at Bret. "Son, get Frank a backpack and fill it
with enough supplies to get him back to where we left the cars.
Also break down one of the smaller tents. Frank can take that
also."
Jason turned to Frank. "Is that suitable? You can follow
the river back to where we started. If you push it, you can make
it in two days."
"Fine," Frank said. "Anything to get away from all of you.
To get away from this disgusting, depraved situation."
Within minutes, Bret returned carrying the pack and the
neatly-rolled tent. Frank accepted them, strapping them to his
back. Then, he turned and without another word walked from camp.
For minutes, everyone watched until he disappeared upstream.
Chapter 8
Frank had upset all of them. They were quiet that night as
they gathered around the fire for dinner and would have probably
remained so, if Bret hadn't suddenly spoken up.
"I think I should say something about this afternoon ..." he
began. It was obviously hard for him to talk and at first he was
awkward. But he said it all, explaining everything that had
happened between Karen and himself.
Had it stopped there, it would have been a completely lost
effort, but Mona then explained her frustration in Frank's bed.
Then sucking in a deep breath told all, including Jason and her
love-making by the river.
With that the walls crumbled. Each of the two families
opened themselves to the others, revealing all that had occurred
during their brief vacation. All listened and weighed what they
heard, but it was Liz who seemed to find the words for all.
"It's shocking at first. We've cast away every taboo we've
ever been taught and that's not an easy thing to do." She looked
around at the faces gazing at her. "I'm sure that what we share
with each other isn't right for every family. But for us it seems
right ... for now. Perhaps tomorrow it will be wrong. If that's
the case, I'll have no regrets. All of this, even Frank's violent
reaction to what he could never accept, has brought us all closer
together. That closeness, our sharing, is something none of us
should ever regret ... never."
With that she extended her sister-in-law an invitation to
spend the night with Jason and herself. Mona accepted. With
that, the subject was closed. The family, one instead of two, now
it seemed, finished their meal, enjoying the open companionship of
each other.
Eventually, Bret and Karen rose. Without comment from the
other members of their family, they walked to Bret's tent to share
that night. Linda then offered her cousin Phil Karen's sleeping
bag in her tent. Whether or not the night they shared would be as
intimate as Bret and Karen's the others were unsure, but either
way, it seemed right.
Reaching out, Liz took Mona's hand and led her to their tent
with Jason following. Within the tent, the three sat awhile as
Mona once more recounted for Liz the details of Frank and her life
together.
"Terrible," Liz said with a shudder.
"It was wrong," Mona said. "We just weren't right for each
other. I see that now, but for these past months, I thought
something was wrong with me."
With that, Jason moved beside his sister and held her, his
lips tightly brushing her forehead. Suddenly, Liz was at his
side, her lips against his ear, whispering. His balls lurched.
Twisting around a bit he looked his wife squarely in the face to
be sure he had heard her right. The sensuous redhead grinned and
nodded.
"I think I'll go down to the river for a bath," Liz said.
She rose and rummaged through her pack, extracting a bar of soap
and a towel, then walked from the tent.
Jason watched her leave, her words still repeating themselves
in his ear. "Make love to her again." As he had realized time
and again during their marriage, his wife was quite a woman.
He also did as she suggested; turning back to his sister, he
lifted her chin and kissed. It was a soft, tender kiss, lips
brushing lips. They parted, their eyes meeting.
"I want you," he said. "I want to make love to my sister."
He felt the aroused shiver course through her diminutive
form. He saw the flash of lust flicker in the depths of her coal
black eyes. A smile, coy and shy at the same time, moved at the
corners of her mouth.
This time, she kissed him. There was nothing sisterly about
her embrace. She was a woman and he was a man. Her arms
encircled him, drawing him to her. Her mouth opened tauntingly
over his lips, then flicking into his mouth to swirl and tease.
From there, nature took its course. Their hands came alive
fondling, caressing, touching, feeling - removing the layers of
clothing that separated their bodies. Within moments, their naked
flesh glowing beneath the tent's single lantern they were lying
side by side, each fully engrossed in the other.
Suddenly, the flap to the tent flew open.
As naked as the brother and sister stretched out before her,
Liz slipped into the tent. Pink and smooth, her body seemed to
radiate sexual heat. A wide grin spread over the redness of her
lips. "I couldn't get you two off my mind. I was down at the
river and the thought of you two up here was driving me crazy. I
hope three isn't a crowd."
With a broad smile, Jason reached up and took his wife's
hand, pulling her down with him. The sexy flaming-haired woman's
joyous laugh was stifled when his mouth covered hers and his
tongue rammed deeply, intimately into her mouth. She moaned with
satisfaction, the abundant balls of her tits rolling their luxury
across his bare chest.
Not to be forgotten, Mona scooted around, her teeth nippling
in the most tantalizing fashion at the nape of her brother's neck.
Simultaneously, she ran a hand over the ovals of his buttocks and
dipped between his legs.
It was his turn to moan. He did so, loud and long. Marvelous
sensation rushed through his groin as his sister's hand playfully
toyed with the weighty forms of his balls. Lovingly, she caressed
their rock-like shapes, creating all sorts of crotch-tightening
needs within him.
Wet and moist, the small raven-haired seductress behind him
wove her tongue down his neck, tickling down his spine. The
thrill of feeling that provocative tongue was amazing. Shivers of
fantastic delight rippled up and down his back. Thrills that
heightened as his sister's mouth moved lower and lower. Then her
lips were at his asscheeks, lovingly kissing.
"My God!" He could not restrain his enthusiasm. "Your mouth
is great!"
The greatness had just started. Using her free hand, Mona
eased his buttocks apart and laved her tongue up and down the deep
crease separating the two manly cheeks. His groans increased, as
did the wanton throbbing of his stiff prick.
With flicking coyness, the black-haired woman, worked closer
and closer to the dark ring of his anus. She took her time,
deliberately allowing him to anticipate the feel of tongue to
asshole. And when that taunting oral digit brushed lightly over
the puckered ring of his asshole, he went wild, his body writhing,
sandwiched between woman flesh.
Not to be outdone, Liz began to kiss her way down his chest.
She paused to politely give his manly nipples the attention they
deserved. She sucked at the two pebbles until they were stiff and
aroused. Then, without warning, she suddenly pushed down,
dropping to his crotch.
Opening her mouth wide, she swooped in on his cock,
swallowing its total length and sucking like a woman who had not
tasted a man in years. His balls danced around under the dual
stimulation of his wife's marvelous mouth and his sister's
cajoling fingertips.
Sexual electricity sizzled through every cell in his body.
Mona's tongue was growing more and more intimate. Like a moist
little feather, her tongue-tip drilled into the ring of his
asshole. Inward, she dipped, reaming his anus. Two women, two
mouths working so industriously at his body. It was like an
adolescent wet dream, something a man fantasized, but something
that never happened.
But this was real - so fantastically real!
He felt his balls swelling, aching. There would be no way to
stem the rising tide of his need at this rate - no way any man
could control himself.
Apparently, realizing his mounting desire, Liz eased back
from his cock, giving it one last smacking kiss. Scooting back up
she kissed his mouth and said, "There! It's all ready. I want to
watch you shove that marvelous pussy-pleaser into your sister's
cunt. I want to watch you fuck the hell out of her!"
The words jolted him, sending another wild flourish of
arousal streaking straight to his groin. The thought of his own
wife looking on while he balled another woman was something that
completely blew his mind. In all their years together, all the
lovers they had taken outside the marriage bed, they had never
seen the other make it with another person. To do it now only
increased the passion of this moment. It was damn sexy and Liz
seemed to be aroused at the prospect as much as he was.
And they weren't the only ones!
Mona's titillating tongue slithered from his bowels and her
mouth was back at his neck again, kissing and licking. "Yes, fuck
me, big brother. Fuck the hell out of your little sister."
It was an easy request with which to comply. Rolling over, he
wrapped the delicious woman in his arms and kissed her. At the
same time, he worked a hand between her thighs. The ease with
which his index finger slid into the juicy harbor of her pussy
answered his unspoken question. His sister was turned on and
ready for the ravaging piston of his cock. Her cunt was a
veritable rain forest of lubricant - hot and wet and willing.
Lolling to her back, Mona made her body an open invitation to
him. Slipping his probing finger from her pussy, he accepted that
invitation. He mounted the supine temptress, his eager prick
sliding into the juicy gash of her cunt with no aid from either
his or her hand.
There was no art to their coupling. She was a woman who
wanted a man. And he was a man very much in need of a woman. The
fiery lust of their bodies was all the incentive they needed at
that moment.
His hips lurched, plunging the full length of his cock into
the clingy depths of her cunt. She cried out in delighted
surprise. Stiff and hard, he rammed himself home, stuffing the
tight channel of her vagina with throbbing manmeat.
Wildly, her small, voluptuous body thrashed beneath his
impaling rod. The juices of her warm, sheltering pussy seemed
suddenly to increase their flow. The pulsating column of his
prodder was bathed and washed in that exciting flood of womanly
fluids.
"Fuck me, brother!" She whispered lewdly in his ear. "Fuck
your little sister until she begs for mercy!"
His pelvis jerked with the stirring command of her words.
Upward he wrenched, drawing the fat plunger of his cock from the
moist cleft of her loins. Then downward with all his might, he
slammed back into that sweet furrow of flesh.
There was no way for her to escape him. The floor of the
tent was no mattress on a bed. It was hard and unyielding. She
felt every ounce of his soul-jarring thrust. She received every
swollen inch of his lust-gorged prick up into the mouth of her
belly.
She groaned beneath the crotch-slapping meeting of their
bodies. Her lips writhed in pleasure and her dark eyes fluttered
closed as she savored the grinding impact of their pelvises. She
was pinned beneath him, feeling his full weight crushing atop her.
She was skewered to his body and loving every minute of it.
Again he lurched into the air and once more swung downward
with relentless fury. This time, she greeted him. Her hips
arched up in bucking fashion. The trembling lips of her pouted
pussy welcomed the driving stroke of his cock. She accepted him,
taking all of his fat prick into the spongy interior of her cunt,
then squeezing it possessively.
Whether it was the excitement of once again having her
brother within her, or perhaps that wonderfully wicked feeling of
knowing that Liz watched every desire-flamed movement of their
coupled bodies, he didn't know, but on the fourth ramrodding
plunge of his prick, Mona came. She cried out and clutched at him
while he increased the tempo of his strokes, prolonging the
soaring sensations of her climax-gripped body.
Her second release followed quickly on the heels of the
first. Then the third and fourth and fifth. He knew that women
were more than capable of sequential orgasms. Liz experienced
them frequently. But he had never known a woman to react this way,
so quickly and so violently.
That wonderful feeling of power, pleasure and self-
accomplishment suffused through his body - the feeling of a man
who has satisfied his woman. His sister's body shuddered and
quaked with each soul-penetrating thrust of his cock. Every
invasion of her juicy, pink-lipped cunt seemed to set off yet
another explosion of ecstasy within her body. It was as if all
the frustration and heart-break of her marriage to Frank bad
suddenly fallen away and now she was making up for lost time.
"God ... you ... you ... Sweet Jesus ... you're ... killing
... me." Her words were barely discernible, held within the lusty
groans rolling up from the depth of her throat. "Fuck ... me.
Fuck me!"
He never stopped. His body felt as though he had the
strength to continue poling this delightfully sensuous woman - his
sister - for a lifetime. He knew it was an illusion and that his
own biological needs would eventually win out over his
determination, but for the moment, it was a fantastic experience.
Higher and higher, the woman under his pumping body seemed to
soar. Each explosive shudder of her body was stronger and harder.
She was moving toward a climax of climaxes, he realized - the big
one - the one that would make all the pleasure she was now
experiencing seem pale in comparison. And it was his duty, his
pleasure, to see that she got there.
Bucking like a lust-enraged stallion, he slammed deeply into
her orgasmically-quaking cunt. His prick was a fiery brand.
Despite the constant flow of her syrupy lubricants, friction
burned along the sensitive length of his cock. His balls were
boiling, trying to free the flood of sperm and semen they
contained.
He thought of icebergs. And when that didn't help, he
thought of Arctic blizzards, of sailing ships, of sealing wax, or
cabbages and kings, anything to distract his mind from the
consuming need of his own body. Anything that would allow him to
sate the passions of this cock-hungry woman writhing under him.
Anything that would allow him to release the total ecstasy
contained in his sister's body.
At the same time, he drove himself on with reckless abandon.
He pistoned in and out of the pleasure-squeezing channel of this
raven-haired beauty's pussy. Hard and long, he fed his cock into
the hot chamber of her lust, thrilling at the sensations his
rough, almost brutal fucking was igniting within his sister.
She cried out. Her voice was high-pitched, a whimpering cry
of pleasure unleashed. The woman under him went completely rigid
for a moment. Then her body shuddered, possessed with the flesh
tremors of ecstasy. She quaked and writhed, twisted and bucked.
She came, came like she had never come before in her life.
"Now it's your turn," he heard Liz whisper at his side. "You
deserve it. You're quite a stud!"
His wife's hand caressingly moved over the boulder-hard
globes of his buttocks to tuck down between his legs. Then her
fingers were there, playing and massaging the rumpled sac of his
testicles.
It was too much. The exciting pleasure of his sister's
climax after climax. His own passion. And his wife's taunting
fingers. It was too much!
He came!
Thick and steaming, he came. He lurched under the force of
his climax. His body shuddered and quaked with a violence
equaling that of the woman still lying under him. He blew his
load, spurting fountain after fountain of hot come into his
sister's cunt.
It seemed like hours before his cock eased in its eruption.
Then he just lay there, soaking in the fantastic luxury of his
sister's body. He felt his prick deflating, slithering out from
her come-drenched hole, but he didn't care. He was drained and
sated, as was Mona.
At least he thought she was. He had once read that a woman
has the physical capability of climaxing until judgment day. Just
how true that statement was became apparent when he finally rolled
to his back.
Immediately, Liz moved in. Not for him, but for his sister.
The heaveny-titted redhead was on her hands and knees between
Mona's open thighs. As he watched, his wife slowly lowered her
head, the lips of her mouth meeting the lips of her sister-in-
law's pussy.
Mona moaned, her eyes fluttering open and gazing down at the
woman kneeling between her thighs. Whether she had ever felt a
woman's mouth on her cunt before, Jason didn't know. But one
thing was certain: she didn't mind it now.
Nor did Liz. His wife's tongue was now busily licking away
the opalescent trickle of come oozing from his sister's love hole.
Pink and wet that dexterous little oral digit went to work with an
ardent fervor. Hungrily, Liz lapped up the welling traces of his
release. Politely she licked and cleaned the dampness of Mona's
cunt.
Jason watched, unable to take his eyes off the titillating
sight of his own wife on her hands and knees busily eating another
woman. In the past, Liz had admitted her woman-to-woman
experimenting to him. As with most men, it had turned him on.
However, he had never witnessed a woman loving a woman until now.
Even in his drained state, the scene before him was one of the
most sexually stirring sights he had ever seen.
Wetly, Liz's delicate tongue tips ran up the fur-fringed slit
of Mona's pussy. The supine woman shivered deliciously. Despite
her recent climax-after-climax explosion, she was fully engrossed
by the woman laving around on her twat. It was easy to see her
arousal in the flaring of her nostrils and the bright gleam of
lust in her dark eyes.
"It's so wicked," Mona managed to say through trembling lips.
"It's so wonderful, like a man's mouth, but different, so
wonderfully different!"
Liz apparently recognized that subtle difference. Tenderly,
she reached out and with one hand to each side of her sister-in-
law's pubis, she eased those moist labia lips apart. From his
position, Jason was unable to get a good view of everything that
was happening. He remedied that by swinging around a bit, so that
he was positioned at Mona's feet. The view was breathtaking in
itself. Not only did he get an eyeful of his sister's opened cunt
with its pink, scalloped inner lips, but he had an unobstructed
line on his wife's shaven love mound, upturned, its excitingly
hairless lips dampened by the redhead's own arousal.
While he took in the whole scene, Liz's tongue once more
resumed its cunt lapping. In light, fleeting strokes, she tickled
her tongue-tip along the wet, pinkness of Mona's pussy. Her
smacking, oral sounds rose and mingled with the constant moaning
of the woman lying before her.
Delicately, that exploring oral digit rose up the dampness of
her sister-in-law's sexual cleft, clinging at the top of its gash.
The results were volcanic. Mona groaned and writhed, obviously
caught in another of her sudden climactic releases.
The reason was simple. Liz had located that very special
button of the black-haired woman's pleasure - her clit. Tenderly,
she worked her tongue over the slightly extended nubbin. With a
slow, constant, rubbing pressure, she sent Mona into the writhing
agony of ecstasy, again and again.
It was a replay of the fucking the raven-haired beauty had
received. Her orgasms were short and fast, building higher and
higher with each blasting shudder of her naked body.
Liz suddenly changed her tactics. Easing a finger to the
woman's clit, continuing to fondle that all-important center of a
woman's passion, she began to lick back down to the waiting mouth
of Mona's cunt.
In a sudden invasion of tongue, the flaming-haired temptress
thrust her oral digit into her sister-in-law's twat. Mona cried
out. Her hips jerked up, pressing firmly into Liz's face. Her
arms shot out, gripping the floor of the tent with her hands as if
to anchor her firmly to the ground.
To his surprise, Jason felt his limp hose-of-a-cock on the
rise again. Throbbing and pulsing with renewed life, his prick
rose, standing stiff and erect as a flagpole. With each woman-
hungry plunge of Liz's probing tongue, his balls lurched with
increasing arousal.
There was no way he could resist that uptilted slot of his
woman's shaven pussy. It looked too lonely, too abandoned there
without hand, tongue or cock. Pushing to his knees, he scooted
behind his wife and while she busily ate his sister's cunt, he
slipped his rod into the warm sleeve of her body.
Liz groaned, wiggling her sleek asscheeks back against his
crotch in appreciation of his thoughtfulness.
It would be a long time before his testicles were fiery with
need, but he didn't mind. He planned a long, slow fuck for this
woman, his woman. After all, the three of them had all night
before them and he didn't think she would mind.
He was right.
Chapter 9
The sun was high in the sky by the time Liz awakened the next
morning. She stretched, feeling wonderful. Last night had been
something special - for all three of them - something she hoped
they would share again soon.
She rolled to her side and glanced at Jason and Mona still
asleep atop the double sleeping bag. She had never thought about
this brother and sister making love, but last night she had found
out just how sexy a sight watching her husband ball actually was.
That he was fucking his sister only seemed to heighten the sexual
thrill. Definitely something the three of them must do again, she
nodded to herself with a smile.
In fact, she realized, she wouldn't mind a repeat performance
right now. But neither of her lovers looked in any shape at the
moment to assist her. Again she smiled, realizing just how much of
a sex hungry woman she was. She didn't mind, it made her feel
marvelous. It was a feeling she hoped would be around for a long
time.
Quietly slipping from her husband's side, Liz stood and found
a pair of blue jeans and a blouse within her pack. She slipped
into them, purposely forgetting panties and bra. She felt
deliciously wicked this morning and only half dressing served to
prolong that feeling. Also, she wanted to walk down to the river
for a swim and underwear would only get in the way of undressing
for a skinny dip.
Outside the tent, she was surprised to find everyone still in
their tents. It was late. Perhaps they had all had the same type
of night she had shared with her husband and his sister. She
hoped so!
Slowly strolling down to the river, she enjoyed the feeling
of the sun warming her body. A warmth she was more than
appreciative of when she stretched out on the bank to allow the
sun to dry her after a brief swim. Lying there, alone and naked
seemed to fit her sensual mood perfectly. She wasn't sure just
how long she soaked in the sun, nor did she care. But eventually
the smell of fresh brewing coffee wafted in her nostrils.
Somebody was awake back at camp and that coffee did smell good.
Reluctantly, she gave in to that enticing aroma, rising to once
more slip into jeans and blouse.
Back at camp, Bret squatted alone beside a small fire. Her
son looked up and smiled when she approached. "Hey, today's not
your turn as chief cook and bottle washer."
"I know," he replied. "But since nobody else was awake, I
thought I could manage a bit of coffee. Care for a cup?"
"Mmmmmmm," she nodded, accepting the tin cup he handed her
and sipping. "Hey, that's good. Think I'll keep you around as my
son a little longer. It's hard to find a man that can make a good
cup of coffee."
Bret laughed. "I was thinking about going ahead and getting
breakfast ready for everybody. Want to help?"
"Might as well," she answered. "What's on the menu?"
"I saw what looked like a patch of wild blackberries back in
the woods yesterday before ..." He stopped, obviously not wishing
to remind her of Frank's explosion yesterday. He took a deep
breath and started again. "Anyway, I thought they might be just
the right touch for pancakes."
"In my day, when a young man asked a girl to go blackberry
picking, it was usually just an excuse to get her alone and make a
pass," she said in jest. "What's on your mind, young man?"
"Blackberries," he smiled, picking up a small bowl and
standing. He offered his mother a hand as she rose from beside
the fire. "And my mother."
Liz looked at her son, unsure what he meant. "Is something
bothering you?"
"Yes," he said, as they walked away from the camp, moving
into the forest. "Yesterday. I've been thinking about what
happened yesterday."
"I know yesterday was hard on you," Liz began. "Frank was
cruel. He had no right to speak to Karen, or you, that way.
However, I thought you handled yourself well. I think if I had
been in your place, I would have punched his nose ... or worse. In
fact, I almost did."
Bret smiled. "That's over with. Karen and I had a long talk
last night. In fact, that's all we did last night was talk. She
had to get things straight in her head. She was pretty well
shaken up by all that happened."
"And you?"
"Me too," he admitted. "Especially by what you said last
night."
"Me?"
"About what happened with you and Phil," Bret said, stopping
and looking at his mother. "That you and Phil had made love."
Suddenly, she didn't know what to say.
"And what Dad said about Linda and him making love," her son
continued. "At first, it just blew my mind - you, my mother,
making it with my cousin Phil, and Linda and Dad out there in the
woods together. But this morning, I've had time to think about it
some more. And I guess the shock has worn off some ..."
He paused, as though he were uncertain of what to say next.
"And?" She was sure what her son was trying to say. But at
that moment, she was hoping. If Jason and Linda made love, why
not Bret and her?
"And, I was hoping that perhaps you felt ..." he stumbled
over his words, "... that you and I could ... that I could make
love with you."
Liz's heart was beating at twice its normal speed. This is
what she had hoped for, what she suddenly realized she wanted,
what she had felt for Phil and hadn't recognized. She wanted to
make love with her son, to have her own son fuck her.
"Yes," she said simply.
"Huh?" Bret looked at her, as if he didn't believe his own
ears.
"I said, 'yes'." She repeated, smiling widely. "I want to
make love with you. I want you to be my lover."
He dropped the small bowl he held. His mouth fell ajar
slightly, as though he still couldn't believe her words. However,
she could see the effects of her answer in the thickening bulge in
her son's crotch.
"I think it would be easier for the both of us, if I
undressed myself," she said. "That is unless you'd like to do
it."
"No," he shook his head. "I think I'll have enough trouble
with my own clothes. Will this be good enough?" His hand waved
around the spot on which they stood. "Or do you want me to go
back to camp and get a blanket or something?"
"No, you stay right here," she answered. The spot was
perfect. It was grassy and concealed well enough from camp. It
wasn't hidden, but secluded. Besides, the thought of someone
coming out here to look for them and finding her in her son's arms
already had her pussy dampening with a flow of womanly juices.
Liz began to unbutton her blouse. At the same time, Bret's
fingers clumsily went after the buttons of his shirt, while his
eyes remained locked on his mother.
One by one, the flaming-haired beauty slipped the buttons
open to her blouse. Inch by inch the "V" of her neckline dipped,
exposing a broad expanse of soft, smooth-looking flesh. Down her
hands worked, laying open the sweet valley separating the
partially unveiled contours of her big, heavy tits.
With her son's eyes roving each inch of her body she exposed
for him, she pulled her blouse from her jeans and quickly stripped
it from her arms. He caught his breath. She stood there, the
slightly pendulous balls of her tits swaying lusciously on her
chest. The pleasure he found in her tits was reflected in the
longing caress of his gaze. She felt a warm ripple of desire and
pride rush up and down her spine.
Her hands then freed the snap to her jeans and the zipper.
She wiggled free of the pants and tossed them aside, to stand
completely naked before her son. Her choice of no panties and bra
had been correct. She had no intention of this earlier, but now
it seemed so right.
Apparently, it did for him, too. Shirt cast aside, he
skinned out of jockey shorts and blue jeans at the same time. His
cock, liberated from the confines of his pants, twitched like a
mighty pole of lust from his youthful groin. Its slitted mouth
seemed to stare at her like a tiny eye. She shivered with want.
Before he could move or speak, she stepped to him. Tenderly,
she reached out and took a firm hold on his stiff rod. Just the
mere touch of his virile cock sent sizzling thrills racing on a
direct line to the moist cleft of her shaven loins. She squeezed
lovingly, eliciting a moan of pleased surprise from her son.
"You're a beautiful young man," she whispered, leaning
forward and kissing him. Their tongues played and dueled for
moments, then they parted. "I think this lovely cock would like a
kiss."
He didn't need to answer. The lusty jerk of his prick told
her she was right. Slavishly, she lowered herself to her knees
before him. Leaning to his crotch, she ran her tongue out and
licked up and down the massive thickness of his sex. She felt and
relished the excited thrills she sent swirling through his groin.
Then she opened her mouth and accepted the ponderous burden
of his cock into the humid warmth of her face. The crystal juices
welling from his glans flowed to her tongue and she tasted him.
The manly favor was one she knew well, but this vintage was
something she had never experienced before. This was her son's
cock she cradled lovingly within her cock-hungry jaws. This was
her own son she was kneeling before, giving him head.
Sliding down the fat rail of his prick, taking him deep into
her throat, she realized what Jason must have felt with their
daughter Linda. She knew what her husband felt. She was feeling
it now. Back she eased. The salvia-glistening column of her
son's cock sliding from her tightly puckered lips. She heard him
moan above her and glanced up to find his eyes gazing down, down
at his mother and her worshipping lips wrapped lovingly around his
throbbing dick.
Watching him watch her, she dropped back down the rigid lance
of his dork. At the same time, she tucked a hand between his
trembling thighs, over his scrotum and up the hot crease of his
ass. With no difficulty, she found the taut ring of his anus and
tapped it with a finger.
The results were explosive. Results she was prepared for.
Her son's pelvis lurched, stabbing his cock into her face, into
her welcoming throat. Inhaling deeply through her nostrils to
fight the gag reflex, she accepted every inch of his bludgeoning
prick. She took it and worshipped it.
Pulling her head back a bit, she sucked up and down the
pulsing shaft. Her tongue licked and laved around the fat
circumference of his manhood. Meanwhile, her probing finger
taunted the tiny mouth of his asshole. Carefully, she teased at
him, eventually working her finger into his rectum, then easing
her finger in and out of his bowels.
She would have been satisfied just kneeling there, sucking at
her son's shaft and fingering his asshole until she felt his hot
gushes of come flooding into her mouth. But Bret, as marvelous as
her mouth was, wanted something else.
"No more," he moaned, quivering with the delicious feel of
her lips and tongue. "No more, please. I want in you. I want to
make love with you."
What he wanted was to fuck her. But she wasn't about to
quibble over terms. She'd gladly exchange mouth for cunt and love
it.
Carefully extracting that teasing fingertip from her son's
asshole, the red-haired temptress sucked at his prong with all her
might, inching her way off his lust-swollen rod. Her mouth came
free of his throbbing young cock with a wet, smacking sound that
seemed to echo around them.
Then without direction, she simply reclined on her back at
his feet. "Take me. Push that beautiful cock up your mother's
cunt."
She opened her thighs, allowing him a view of her vulnerable-
looking pussy, shaven and pink and glistening with the wet flow of
her arousal. She raised her arms, beckoning her son to mount the
voluptuous bed of her wanton flesh.
He came to her, carefully lowering his body atop hers. He
pressed down on her, his weight feeling wonderful. His chest
crushed against her chest, flattening the satin-covered balls of
her breasts. She moaned, every cell of her body ready to receive
the offering of his young cock.
Down between their cores, his hand moved. She felt him grip
the rigid staff of his prick and guide to the waiting slit of her
cunt. There poised against the bare lips of her pussy he pulsed,
the fat head of his prick throbbing.
She spread her legs wider, then whispered, "Yes."
He responded with a quick thrust of his hips. Up into the
welcoming sheath of her juice-filled snatch, his virile shaft
glided. Deep and hard, he plowed the loving hole of his mother's
body. Their pelvises met, tightly pressed, and he lay still.
She did not mind. It was wonderful to have him within her.
Her body was alive, hypersensitive. She felt the throbbing
twitches of the love shaft she cradled in the innermost recess of
her pussy. She thrilled at the hot, filling length of him.
Then he moved.
Not quickly, but with deliberate languor. He dragged himself
from her body. A fraction of an inch at a time, he slithered that
ponderous tool up from the fiery depths of her cunt. Slowly, ever
slowly, he raised his hips. Higher and higher, sluicing out from
the caressing folds of her cunt he came.
Then, with glans remaining within the mouth of her vagina, he
began a series of rapid-fire strokes. Not the deep-grinding thrust
of his youthful loins she hungered for, but short, titillating
jabs that drove but an inch or two of his cock into her pussy.
She clutched at his ass, trying to pull him deeper into the
wanton quick of her belly, but he resisted. Instead he continued
those short, quick, teasing strokes. He taunted, feeding the
flames of her passion. He knew damn well what he was doing to her
and she loved him for it. He was making love to her, building the
needs of her body to a fevered pitch.
"Ahhhhhahhhhh!" She cried out in lusty surprise.
In one hard, probing thrust, he rammed home. Hard and long,
he packed her quivering cunt with every inch of his fat cock. His
ball bag, soft and hairy, bounced off the curved cushions of her
ass. Then he was still, just lying there, his magnificent prick
pulsating within the burning recess of her belly.
How long she held the hardness of him there she didn't know.
It was enough to just savor the filled feeling of her body. But
when he did begin to move again, it was in that same pleasure-
agonizing slow-motion stroke.
Up and out he moved, the blood-engorged head of his cock
sliding out from her depths. Inch by inch, he withdrew. Then he
moved back in. It was a marvelous tease, a fantastic taunt of
sensations, forcing her to focus her full attention on his cock.
And when she did, she felt him, felt every pulse of that pleasing
piston. She was sure that had someone been watching they would
have thought them to be lying still. But she knew, knew well that
her son's cock was reaming the interior of her cunt with delicious
languor.
When he upped the tempo of his slithering probes only a
fraction of that tantalizing slow-motion speed, it was like he was
drilling in and out at neck-break speed. But still he moved
within her only a fraction of an inch with each passing second.
It was a sheer torture, a torment of excruciating pleasure. It
was a new, thrilling stirring of her carnal senses.
Slowly, ever slowly, her sons' hips increased the vigor of
their thrusts, until he drilled in and out of her body at a firm,
steady pace. She groaned, savoring the flowing motion for his
young body, delighting in the satisfaction of just having him
within her.
"Deeper," she urged him. "I want you deeper within me."
Immediately, his hands slid down the womanly curves of her
sides to tuck beneath the cheeks of her ass. Hands firmly wedged
under her rump, he lifted her from the ground. Like a sword
entering its sheath, his lusty wand glided to the innermost
reaches of her edacious cunt. He plowed into the folds of her
pussy, the thick, swollen head of his prick opening her body to
him.
At the same time, he managed to wiggle a finger into the
cleft of her ass. Then he returned the favor she had performed
for him earlier. He drilled that finger into the tight, tiny hole
of her anus.
She went wild. The dual impalement on cock and finger was
unbelievable. She pushed back and his finger slipped deeper into
the smooth channel of her rectum. Her hips lurched forward and
his mighty spear of flesh skewered even deeper into her pussy.
"God!" She writhed beneath her son. "Oh, sweet God!"
She was a vessel of lust. She existed for him and him alone.
She felt like a total sex object, her only reason for existing -
to give her body to her son.
Even held firmly in his palms, she could move. And move she
did. Her hips bucked and arched. She squeezed her vaginal
muscles and undulated her pelvis. Every inch of her body was
alive with his presence and she wanted him to know it. Her hands
gripped his buttocks and kneaded them. She hunched and fucked,
squirming and thrashing under his constant poling of virile
cockflesh.
Again his hips increased the rhythm of their thrusts. Harder
and deeper, he drove into her. She moaned and took him. She
groaned and accepted everything his finger and prick were doing to
her. She whispered into his ear, telling him all the marvelous
things he was doing. She moaned out the lewd wants and desires
she held for him.
Out his pelvis wrenched. In his groin drove. Out and in, in
and out, he fed his fat pussy-pleaser into the greedy slit of her
snatch. He fucked her now. Love making gave way to lust and need.
Harder and harder, his swollen dork ravaged the grateful channel
of her cunt. Stronger and stronger, the throbbing length of his
prick burned within her.
She matched him stroke for stroke. Her hips arched and
thrusted. She bucked under his onslaught. She pulled at him,
trying to pull every inch of his manhood into her wanton pussy,
trying to suck his balls with the lips of her vagina. She
squeezed, tightening herself. She twisted and gyrated, swirling
his massive prong around within the scabbard of her belly.
Hotter her need flamed. Higher the winds of pleasure took
her. The pounding of her thighs pulsed like the roar of thunder.
Then the universe exploded around her.
She came!
The whole earth seemed to tremble beneath her. Ecstasy raced
in her veins. She cried aloud, cried out the total pleasure of
her powerful release. For an eternity, she soared, rising higher
and higher. Minutes, transformed to hours of consuming passion,
held her body in a grip of desire.
Long, so damn long, she trembled and quaked, unable to do
anything but to writhe there in the arms of her son. But when she
finally descended back to earth, she turned her attention to
satisfying the young man atop her.
It didn't take much, simply slipping her hand down between
his thighs and lightly touching the taut bag of his scrotum. He
came. She held him closely, lovingly, while the fires of his
passion spewed up the center of his cock and blasted into the
chalice of her cunt.
Deep within the core of her body, she felt the hard-pulsing,
jerking throbs of his glans as the creamy seed of her son's loins
gushed into her pussy. He moaned and shook atop her. He kissed
and bit at her neck. He emptied the thick flood of his lust into
the very receptive channel of her sex.
And when the last quivering had passed, his mouth moved to
hers. His tongue probed deeply, gratefully. They lay there,
holding each other, their fingertips lovingly tracing the features
of their faces. At one point, he attempted to move from atop, to
lessen the weight of his body, but she clung to him refusing to
end this moment. She felt his cock soften to a hose within her,
but still she refused to relinquish the feel of his body.
Lying there, she kissed and fondled his youthful body,
reveling in the strength of his muscles. Then she felt it.
There, quietly lying within the come-drenched tunnel of her pussy,
Bret's cock stirred. It came to life, growing, hardening,
swelling, pulsing with new need.
"Again," she simply said.
Immediately, his hips began to move.
Gratefully, she eased her son's face to hers and kissed him
passionately.
Chapter 10
"You and me?" Karen blinked at her stepcousin. "Are you
sure?"
"Of course, do you think I'd ask you otherwise?" Linda
answered, a wide wicked grin on her face. "Of course, if you don't
want to ..."
"I don't know," the brunette shook her head. "But I do admit
it sounds sexy. But what will your father think? He made love to
you, but what about me? I think he's as sexy as they come, but
what will he think of me?"
"We won't give him a chance to think," Linda replied. "We'll
just rape him."
Karen shivered, visibly excited at the proposed "rape." "But
how are we going to manage it? He fell for that 'let's go for a
walk in the woods' routine you handed him yesterday. But I don't
think he'll buy it again."
"Like I said, we won't give him a chance to think," Linda
said. "You just wait here, and I'll bring him back."
Karen nodded. "Good luck."
"Don't worry," Linda answered. With that she turned and
stepped from the tent.
As Karen had said, yesterday was yesterday. Today was a new
day and Linda Jefferies found that she was far more sure of
herself today than on her first attempt at seducing her father.
Today she had no doubts as to the outcome of her efforts. At
least no more than a bit of nervousness.
She found her father sitting beside a small camp-fire,
nursing a cup of coffee. Apparently at least two others were up,
because of the two empty cups on the ground near the blaze. She
knew one of them was Bret, but she wondered who the other was.
"Good morning," she said, stepping to her father's side and
kissing his cheek.
Jason smiled and returned the greeting, offering his teenage
daughter a cup of the coffee. Linda shook her head and refused.
"Actually," she said, "Karen and I have a problem over at our
tent. We're not sure what to do with all the extra things Frank
left behind. Do you think we should pack them?"
"Let me finish this and I'll come take a look at what he
left," her father answered.
Inwardly, the sexy little strawberry blonde smiled. This was
far easier than she thought it would be. Her anticipation
mounting, she forced herself to be calm until Jason lifted his cup
and drained the last swallow of coffee.
"Ready?" He looked up at her.
She nodded and started off toward the tent where Karen and
she planned to spring their trap. Her father rose from the ground
and followed closely behind.
Once at the tent, she lifted its flap and allowed Jason to
enter first. Then she stepped in behind him.
"Okay," he said, glancing around the interior of the tent,
"where's the things you wanted me to take a look at."
"You're looking at them," Linda said, feeling far bolder
today than yesterday. "Karen and myself."
"Oh, no you don't," Jason threw up his hands and shook his
head. "I'm not sure what you two have in mind, but I can take a
wild guess."
"Sorry, but you don't have a choice in the matter," Linda
answered. "We've already made up our minds. We're going to take
you by force if need be."
Jason laughed. "Listen, my lovely daughter. You're still not
too big to throw over my knee and spank. In fact, that's exactly
what you two need."
His step toward Linda was his mistake. Karen reached out and
grabbed one of his ankles. She tugged a bit, not hard, but just
enough to make him lose his balance. He stumbled a minute,
grabbing at Linda for support. Then he fell, dragging his young
daughter with him.
After that, it was a lost cause, no amount of resistance
would have had any effect. Both the young teenagers were all over
him at once. Their hands were at his clothes, pulling at them.
He felt the first three buttons of his shirt eased from their
holes. The last two came away with a snap, ripping away from the
fabric.
"Hey, be careful you ..." His protest was silenced by
Linda's urgently-pressing mouth. Her tongue snaked out and
flicked into his. He made no attempt to resist her. He just gave
in, enjoying the intimate probing of her inquisitive oral digit.
"I told you we'd use force if necessary," his beautiful young
daughter smiled down at him when their lips parted. "Now I
suggest you just relax and enjoy it."
He did!
Lying there on his back, he watched as the two girls went to
work on his pants, dragging them, along with his shorts, from his
legs and tossing them to one corner of the tent. Next they went
after their own clothes, peeling them from their shapely young
bodies and pitching them atop his.
"Like it or not, you're our prisoner now," Linda smiled down
at him. She stood above him, her legs spread in a wide stance of
defiance. The sexy position gave him a delightful view of her
auburn-fleeced cunt. The pink lips of her pussy were visible
through that soft, fringing fur. They looked so tempting, so
ball-achingly beautiful. "The only choice we will give you is
which of us do you want to take on first!"
"Both of course," he laughed, his eyes glancing to Karen as
she bent to gather the two sleeping bags and toss them into the
corner with the clothes. The delightfully white flesh of her
perky young ass flashed like two half moons. In that instant he
was given an unobstructed view of the young girl's snatch. Like
his daughter's young pussy, the silky mat of moss covering her
love knoll looked so soft and smooth. And those pink lips marking
the cleft of her sex were so tantalizing, so enticing.
Both the girls were similar in height and build. He could
visualize the exciting changes that would occur in their bodies by
the time they reached twenty-five. But now, they were impish
nymphs, tauntingly beautiful and hauntingly sexy.
"Both of us!" Linda snorted, when Karen rose and turned back
to her. "Did you hear that braggart! Take a look at him! Right
now, he couldn't handle one of us."
The young blonde's stepcousin glanced at his crotch. He was
a bit chagrined. Despite such a tempting offer the girls'
youthful bodies presented, his cock was just beginning to rise.
In a moment or two it would be a rigid shaft. But at the moment
it was no more than a thickening hose.
"I can take care of that," Karen grinned.
Whether she meant to use her hands or her mouth to remedy his
limp cock, Jason never found out. Linda threw out an arm and
stopped her stepcousin from kneeling beside him.
"We brought him here for our pleasure, not his" Linda grinned
wickedly. "I think we should make him get it up by himself. And
if we aren't enough incentive for him, then we'll throw him out
for the wolves!"
Jason had difficulty keeping a straight face when his
daughter delivered that melodramatic line. But what man hasn't
dreamed of finding himself captive of two horny and very beautiful
young teenagers? Half the men in the world would be willing to
give their right arm to be in his position. So he played along
with their sexual charade.
"Right," Karen echoed Linda's words. "I think he should give
himself a hand job while we watch."
Both the girls were more than obviously excited at the
prospect of watching while he played with his penis, working penis
into cock. He didn't mind. On more than one occasion he had
aroused his daughter's mother by jacking at his prick. He assumed
that women were as turned on by watching a man stroke his dick as
a man was by watching a woman finger her pussy.
Reaching down, he cradled the thickening hose of his sex in a
fist. He really didn't need any more stimulus to arouse himself
than just looking up and gazing at those young, firm, uptilted
breasts that heaved on the chests of the two angels standing over
him. He just ran his fist up and down his rod a few times and
within a matter of seconds, he was jacking at a firmly-stiffened
cock.
He caught the shivers of rippling gooseflesh that raced over
his daughter while he fondled himself. Karen was far from unmoved
by the sight. Her breaths were long and labored now.
"That's enough," Linda managed to say. "We'll take over from
here. All you have to do is just lie there."
"Great!" Karen piped looking at her stepcousin. "Now what are
we going to do? As beautiful as it is, he's still only got one
prick."
Before Linda could answer, Jason suddenly sat up. He reached
out and took each of the girls by a wrist. Then he pulled them
down to him.
"Why don't you let me worry about that?" He glanced from
girl to girl. "I think we can arrange something here."
Neither girl spoke.
"First of all, it's not very polite to make a man diddle
himself while two gorgeous woman are just standing around naked
waiting for him," he said. "Since it was your idea, Linda, I want
you to get down there and make up with me."
Immediately, his daughter scooted down to his crotch. She
thoughtfully caressed his erect cock with both her hands. There
was nothing rough about her handling of his shafting prick.
Gently, she ran her fingers up and down its thick length, fondling
and taunting it.
Jason then turned to Karen. "And as for you and the 'he's
only got one cock' comment. I think you need to be shown just how
many ways a man can satisfy a woman. To begin with, there's
this!"
Without a hint of his intent, his hand darted out and firmly
grabbed the lovely mound of her young pussy. He squeezed, gently,
but with enough pressure to let her know she was in the hands of a
man.
Her response was a startled, but pleasure-filled moan-
whimper. Her body also responded with a hard thrust of her
pelvis. She nestled against his palm, pressing the lips of her
cunt against his hand.
"Sometimes a man can give a woman pleasure just by doing
this." His hand kneaded her fleece-covered mound. His fingers
paid particular attention to the area near the top of her pussy
lips. He worked his fingers around with extra vigor there,
knowing that at least a fourth of the grinding pressure was being
transmitted to that fantastically sensitive part of a woman's body
- her clit.
Shudders of delight quaked through the girl half-sitting,
half-lying beside him. She fought to keep her eyes open, but the
thrilling sensations were too much for her. Her eyelids leadened
with lust and closed. Her wide, sensual mouth opened, the
pinkness of her tongue flicking behind it.
"And, if a man really wants to show a woman what he can do
with his hands, there's always this," he said.
Abruptly, his fingers stopped the persistent massage. In the
next second he had sent a probing digit up the dampened hole of
her sweet young pussy, while another finger ran up the lips of her
cunt, finding her clit.
Sheer sexual energy jolted through the brunette. She cried
aloud as he unlocked the lust of her body.
"And this."
His unoccupied hand slid over the smoothness of her haunches
and delved into the deep crease separating those two delightful
eggshell-white ovals. Again the young girl was jolted by the
surprise of his touch. His fingertip now tickled at her tight
little asshole.
"And if he adds his mouth ..."
He leaned forward, his mouth opening wide. He homed in on
one of her creamy looking, cone-shaped tits. His lips eased atop
the delectable mound. Simultaneously, his teeth nibbled, his
tongue licked and he sucked deeply.
The girl was one bundle of explosively charged, lust-laden
nerves. She was doing her damnedest to support herself on one
elbow. But eventually the fantastic and varied sensations he was
creating in her body were just too much. Her arm shook, trembled
and collapsed. She wrenched her breasts from his lips with a loud
wet pop. And at the same time, she impaled herself on his finger
as she laid on her back.
He didn't mind the sudden interruption in his demonstration
of tit sucking. For at that moment, he had another use for his
mouth.
"And, if a man wants to really show a woman how he can use
his mouth," he said with a slight pause for her to wonder about
what was coming next, "he can always do this."
At the same time, he slithered his finger from the teenager's
juicy pussy and leaned forward planting a loud, wetly-smacking
kiss on the most intimate part of her alluring young body. The
results were explosive. Her hands reached out and clasped the
back of his head, pushing him down to her cunt.
Willingly he accepted the task she had given him. His tongue
lashed out like a moist whip and licked up and down the pink cleft
of her eager loins. Meanwhile he continued to apply the even
rubbing pressure on her clit with that polite fingertip with which
he had first located her button of ecstasy.
Finger screwing the tiny mouth of her anus, tongue lapping
the juicy channel of her cunt and finger toying with her clit, he
brought her to a quick and strong climax. She rocked and moaned
as the combination of pleasures he generated blasted her into the
sweet oblivion of sexual release.
With a tonguing kiss to her trembling pussy lips, Jason
carefully extracted his fingers from the various orifices of her
satisfied body.
Then he turned his full attention to the young strawberry
blonde still busily fondling his prick - his daughter!
"Yesterday, you were on top," he said, watching her hands
tenderly stroke his shaft. "Today, I want you on your back."
With a final parting squeeze of delight to his rigid rod, the
girl complied with alacrity. She scrambled back a bit, then
stretched out in that age-old position.
His loins lurched. Beautiful! His daughter was simply
beautiful. Her body was seduction in itself. Lithe and trim, she
lay there waiting for him. Her firm, young breasts were like
shimmering domes, satin-covered pillows. The coral-blushed
nipples on each of those tempting mounds were stiff and erect like
delectable little mushrooms.
Her legs opened, spreading slowly. The damp slit of her sex
was quivering with anticipation of his entry. An entry he delayed
no further.
Moving toward her, he lowered himself atop the luxury of her
young body. Immediately, her arms were around his neck and her
mouth on his, tongue probing and twisting with ardent fervor. Her
back arched. The excited buttons of her nipples stabbed at his
chest as if they were trying to dig into his skin.
He reached between her hot loins. The throbbing shaft of his
sex in hand, he maneuvered its bulb-like crown to the waiting gash
of her pussy. He felt her quivering arousal tremble through her
supine body at the mere touch of his turgid shaft. He paused
there a moment, then eased his hips down, sinking into the
enfolding channel of her belly.
Tight and hot, she accepted him. Her vaginal muscles, like
velvet-covered steel, clamped down covetously. She squeezed him,
making herself even tighter, molding the spongy folds of her
hungry cunt around the swollen contours of his cock. The
sensation was fantastic, just lying there soaking in the warmth of
her young and willing body.
But she was eager and ready. Her hips began to undulate
beneath him. Quick, teasing gyrations that told him what she
wanted and how urgently she needed it.
He gave it to her.
Hard and driving, his pelvis answered her desire. In a
steady, deep-grinding rhythm, he pumped in and out of her cunt.
She moaned gratefully, her own body hunching to meet each
plummeting thrust of his body.
While her hands roved over his back, his own hands turned to
her tits. Wedging palms between their tightly-pressed bodies, his
fingertips brushed against the pancaking outer bulges of his
daughter's breasts. Lovingly he fondled the white flesh,
delighting in the marvelous feel of her, so smooth, so soft, so
young.
Inwardly his fingers wiggled. He now covered the two
plentiful mounds of her tits. His palms pushed down, trying to
flatten the tempting cushions against her chest. He was firm, not
rough or brutal. The girl beneath him responded with an
appreciative sigh.
The task was impossible, but he tried anyway, lost in the
sensual luxury of her nymph-like tits. His fingers scissored
around the taut, budding nipples. He tweaked, not pinched, those
rubbery tips, enjoying the firm insistence of their arousal.
Then he rolled the twin cushions of flesh. He kneaded into
them like balls of dough. He occupied his attention with her tits
to stop from thinking of the ball-aching tightness of her pussy.
That way he could prolong his ride atop this lusty, willing girl -
his daughter!
His breast-fondling also brought about the wanted reaction
from the strawberry blonde. Her desire-flaming body writhed
sensually under him. She bucked and twisted. She grunted and
hunched, fucking with unabandoned vigor. Her head rolled back and
forth on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed and her mouth parted
in a continuous moan.
Recognizing the height of his daughter's passion, he
relinquished the hold he had on one of her tits and slid his palm
down over the sleek flatness of her belly. His fingers wove
through the auburn moss of her pubic muff. At last, he dipped a
fingertip into the wet groove of her cleft."
There was no difficulty in locating that pea-sized nubbin of
joy. Again firmly, but not roughly, he rubbed her clit. In a
steady rolling motion, he massaged the tiny pressure point. His
inquisitive finger-tips circled and fondled. He stroked and toyed
at it. He made love to it, giving her clit all the careful, tender
consideration it needed - she needed.
The sought-after results came. Her body trembled and quaked.
She whimpered, the pitch of her voice growing higher and higher
with the delights of her near release. Then she groaned. Her
whole body bucked, wrenching upward. She came, clinging to him in
her moment of ultimate ecstasy.
His cock still hard and rigid, he lay there atop her shafting
in and out of her quivering cunt until the last tremor of her
climax passed. With one last kiss to her still-closed eyes, he
eased back, slithering his prick from her sated tunnel of passion.
Rolling onto his back, he glanced across the room. Karen was
moving. She was crawling to her hands and knees. He grinned with
his view of her excitingly perk ass. Creamy white half-moons of
flesh were poked temptingly up in the air. As she pushed to rise,
they tightened, sleek and vulnerable.
He made no attempt to suppress the urge that shot through his
body. He simply reacted.
Scooting around, he almost dove across the tent and grabbed
the brunette teenager around her waist. She lost her balance in
her attempt to rise, falling back to hands and knees. She grunted
at the unexpected tackle. A grunt that was rapidly transformed
into a long sigh of pleasure as the man behind her showered the
ovals of her asscheeks with a series of taunting kisses.
Remembering Karen's emphatic response to his fingering her
asshole, Jason gripped each of her hindcheeks and eased them
apart. There at the bottom of that deep crease was the tiny,
brown ring he sought - the puckered mouth of her anus.
Leaning forward, he kissed her there. Excited shivers of
arousal coursed through her body at the intimate and oh, so sexy
contact of a male mouth to her rear.
It was the reaction he expected - the one he knew would come
from the girl. He was fully aware of the fantastic sensations a
man could create within a woman simply by giving her ass a bit of
deserved attention. He also realized that the majority of men in
this so-called sexually free society were denying themselves, and
their women, the pleasure of a little ass grabbing, fondling,
petting, and tonguing.
The majority of women, even those too small to take a man's
prick up their backsides, went wild with a bit of ass fingering or
fondling. And when a man had enough sense to touch the tight
mouth of her rectum with his lips, the results were fantastic.
Such results were what he was getting from this teenage
temptress kneeling on her hands and knees before him. He added to
her thrilling excitement by flicking his tongue lightly over the
hard nodes of her ass. In soft, brushing strokes, he worked his
tongue-tip over and around the tense ring of her asshole. He
laved and licked, while his hands felt the full trembling pleasure
he was igniting in her willing body.
With the mounting of her moans, Karen relaxed. It was the
opportunity he had been waiting for. Gently, he tickled the end of
his tongue up into the hot, humid furrow of her ass. Then he
licked and laved some more.
It was apparent the brunette could have knelt there all day
enjoying the highly arousing feel of his tongue in her rectum, but
he had other plans. His ass-eating was just a preliminary to what
was to come.
Easing a hand from the warm, smooth curves of her haunches,
he reached between her legs. Her thighs spread, opening for his
intimate explorations. He cupped the mound of her sex. She
groaned and wiggled a little in a most provocative manner,
encouraging him to continue.
He did. He ran a finger up and down the groove of her pussy
lips. She was still wet with his own saliva and the abundant flow
of her own juices. There was no need for further foreplay. The
girl was aroused and ready. Her cunt was hot and wet just waiting
to receive the hard thrust of a man's cock.
But that extra measure of care and consideration is the
difference between love making and fucking, a man and a boy.
Up into the clingy socket of her twat, he slipped a probing
finger. He sluiced around within her, while his tongue continued
to busy the mouth of her ass. Carefully, he noted the growing
intensity of her mounting shudders. He didn't want to bring her
off this way. Last time, he had brought her to climax with his
mouth and hands. This time, he wanted to feel her, for her to
feel him.
However, he also recognized the limits of his own body. Even
after the thorough sexual workout he had with Liz and Mona last
night, these two teen-age nymphs were more than arousing. While
at last he felt as if his balls had been drained, now he realized
that a fresh load was steaming in his testicles. The longer he
could go without its blasting eruption, the longer he could enjoy
these two delightful girls and the longer they could enjoy him.
Thus he carefully stirred Karen's passion with eager
manipulation of her cunt and ass. He held back his own want to
suddenly rise and slam his prick into her inviting cunt, knowing
that her arousal was having its effects on him. He waited,
feeling the increased violence of her quaking body and the
deepening of her throaty moans.
At what he judged the moment or two before her climax, he
suddenly withdrew finger and tongue. The girl groaned out in
disappointment. A groan that quickly changed to a surprised moan
when he stood behind her on his knees and slid his throbbing shaft
into the quivering channel of her pussy.
There was no way he could have stopped her had he wanted to.
In fact there was no need for him to move. All he had to do was
just stand there while the young brunette kneeling before him
fucked herself on his rigid dork. Which is exactly what she did.
Rocking back and forth, she slid along the meaty rail of his
cock. With one hand stroking the sleekness of her asscheeks, he
leaned over her and captured one of the swaying pendulums of her
tits in his palm. He squeezed and kneaded the pointed cone,
delighting in her wild reaction. She hunched back, throwing her
body on his prick, impaling herself on his swollen shaft.
She didn't take long to satisfy herself. In no more than a
half dozen of her wanton strokes, she came. Her body trembled and
quivered. Then her shaking arms gave out, she collapsed back to
the floor of the tent, lost in sexual oblivion. Jason's cock,
glistening with the wetness of her juices still jutted from his
groin, hard and needy, unsatisfied.
"My God!" Linda said from behind him. He turned, his
daughter's eyes were on his twitching sex. After all that, you're
still hard!"
He wasn't sure what she expected him to say. But, yes, he
was still hard and he had a burning load that desperately needed
release.
"Fantastic!" The girl's eyes gleamed with lusty enthusiasm.
"I want to feel you again. Only this time I want you where ...
where you were kissing Karen!"
Her words jolted through him on a straight line to his groin.
She wanted him to take her in the ass. His daughter wanted him to
ass fuck her!
"Have you had a man there before?" He wanted her, but taking
a woman in the ass is a delicate thing, especially when that tight
round hole is virgin territory.
"No," Linda shook her head. "But I've never seen anything as
sexy as when you were kissing Karen's behind. I could have come
just watching you two. I want to feel you inside me there.
Please!"
There was no denying that last plea.
"Yes," he nodded. "But first I need something to prepare you
for me. Petroleum jelly would do, or perhaps ..."
"Right!" She moved across the tent to a pack. She rummaged
there a moment then withdrew a small bottle and tossed it to him.
"This should do the trick."
He caught the bottle, glanced down and smiled. His daughter
understood the problem well enough. What she had taken from the
pack was one of the gentlest and most slippery body oils around -
baby oil.
"Perfect," he said turning back to the young blonde. A wide
grin split his face.
She was already on her hands and knees. Her luscious young
ass poked provocatively up in the air, wagging at him. "I thought
it might be," she said, her head twisting around at him.
The problem solved, he moved behind his daughter and knelt.
"Now I'm going to give this pretty little ass that kiss it wants."
Placing the bottle of baby oil on the floor of the tent, he
leaned over and kissed every inch of those two silky demi-globes
of flesh. She came alive with a glow. She sighed appreciatively,
purring and cooing as his lips tenderly worked their way over the
sleek curves of her rump. Then as something extra, he lightly ran
his tongue down the dark crease separating those two shapely
cushions.
"Ohhhhh!" She wiggled a bit, gooseflesh rippling along her
spine. "It feels so wicked ... so deliciously wicked!"
It did too, and he realized that, having had more than one
woman's tongue licking around on his anus. There seemed like
there were a million and one spots on a woman's body that created
those marvelous sensual sensations that warmed her and prepared
her for a man. No, did more than prepare her, made her want to
feel a man within her body. All it took was a little time to
locate them, then give them the attention they deserved. The
rewards of such loving care were a sexually gratified woman,
something every man wanted in his bed.
After his kissing session, he just stood there behind his
kneeling daughter. His hands roved over the ripe cushions of her
bottom. He caressed them tenderly, lovingly. Despite her
eagerness for his prick to be embedded in her anus, he knew she
was nervous and even a bit frightened. No matter how willing a
woman is to have a man, being a virgin - either fore or aft - is
still being a virgin. And that means fear of the unknown, a fear
that can only be conquered with tenderness. Even a small prick
can look like a monstrous ramrod when it's about to enter virgin
territory. And it's the man's job to see that when it does slide
in where no man has gone before, it brings pleasure, not pain. He
was making sure of that right now.
Firmly taking hold of her asscheeks, he eased them apart.
And as he had done with Karen, he leaned forward and kissed the
puckered ring of his daughter's anus. She moaned with the
tantalizing sensations he sent through her. The tight mouth of
her asshole only tightened harder. It was to be expected. The
thought of him probing her ass was exciting as hell, but again the
fear of the unknown was at work.
"Relax," he said, his voice filled with gentleness. "We'll
take all the time you want. Just think, relax. Anytime you want
to stop, I'll stop. I don't want to hurt you. Just relax and
think about relaxing every muscle in your body."
Her head nodded. "It feels good. I'm just a bit frightened,
I guess. It's like the first time all over again."
"Relax," he repeated. "Relax."
Then he went back to his licking. Moistly, his tongue washed
over the hardened nodes of her asshole. He bathed them, creating
all sorts of fantastic thrills for her, but at the same time
always comforting her, helping her to relax, helping her to
prepare her body for him, and for her.
He kissed and licked and licked and kissed. He accustomed
her to the feel of his mouth and tongue. It was a new sensation
for her. It was a sexy one so he took his time. Then when he
felt that taut ring relax, he used the tip of his tongue to enter
her backside.
There is no way a tongue, or even a finger, can be compared
to the size of a rigidly-swollen cock, but it's a beginning.
Inward he worked and she relaxed even more, allowing the saliva-
wet probe of his oral digit to drill into her bowels. Then he
licked and laved some more, slickening that tiny little entrance,
wetting the smooth channel of her rectum for what would come next.
And that was his finger. While he continued his kissing and
licking, he reached down and found the bottle of oil. After
fumbling with the cap and succeeding in removing it, he wetted the
tip of his index finger, then brought it to her ass. Sliding his
tongue from her anus, he used that finger to slick the mouth of
her asshole. He played around long enough to make sure she knew
what to expect next. Then he wetted another finger and brought it
to her anus.
"Relax," he whispered again. "I'm going to slide my finger
into you."
She nodded. And he did. Gently, he pushed his fingertip
into the slackened little hole. Immediately she tightened. The
strong ring of muscle squeezed down on the digit invading her
bowels, but he expected this. He just stood there until she
relaxed again, then pushed further in, coating the channel of her
bowels with the slippery oil. Again and again he repeated the
process, each time giving his finger another coating of baby oil.
He worked deeper into her, one knuckle, two knuckles, then three
knuckles deep.
"It's wonderful," she moaned, as his finger gently slid in
and out of her ass. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before.
But I want you. I want you inside me there."
That was what he was waiting for his daughter to say. Easing
his embedded digit from her anus, he stood on his knees behind her
and pulled her asscheeks farther apart. The slick ring of her
asshole was visible at the bottom of that deep valley of flesh. He
moved forward, pressing the head of his cock against the tiny
mouth and stood there awhile, letting her get used to the prospect
of taking him into her body from the rear.
"Remember," he said. "Anytime you want to stop, I'll stop.
It's up to you. I won't be disappointed or hurt. This is your
first time, it might not be the right time."
"No," she shook her head. "I want you. I know we can do it.
Just go slow with me."
He had no intention of doing anything else.
"Relax, and I'll do the rest."
With that he began to push forward with his loins, not hard
or with a sudden jabbing thrust, but with slow, steadily-
increasing pressure. She tightened again as he knew she would,
but he waited patiently, allowing her to relax her body once
again.
Eventually, the taut nodes of her anus softened and
flattened. The fat crown of his cock vanished into the slackened
hole of her ass.
Tight! She clamped down in nervous reaction. She squeezed
him hard and long. It was marvelous. The tightness of a woman's
rectum is fantastic, well worth the time taken to prepare it
properly. And when she relaxed again, she was ready for him. She
opened up and he slowly sank into that smooth, hot, round hole
that seemed to be made just to take a man's prick.
"I feel you!" his daughter cried out in joy. "I can really
feel you, every beautiful inch of you!"
He knew she could. He was packed into her rectum, straining
the tunnel of her backside. He throbbed and pulsed. And she was
receiving every little jerk of a man's sex like she had never
received it before. For moments, he just stood there, letting her
get the feel of him, letting her savor their cock-to-ass union.
Then he moved. Again there was nothing rushed or hurried
about his movements. The anal channel of a woman is a delicate
thing, something that can be torn or ripped if a man isn't gentle.
And he was gentle. He moved in and out of her with deliberate
languor. There was no need to slam and pound for either of them.
For her, it was an exciting experience. For him there was the
volcanic heat of her ass and that fantastic tightness.
So, slowly he eased into the depths of her asshole, then
slowly withdrew. Again and again, he stroked into her upturned
bottom. He knew she felt him, the thick, pulsing knob of his
glans burrowing into her virgin depths, opening the channel of her
back. And he damn well felt her. His balls were boiling with the
excitement of that moment.
Their passion mounted, but he controlled himself. It was like
a slow torture for him and her both. They both wanted it hard and
fast, but he kept to his slow, steady reaming of her rectum.
And in the end, the results were much more fantastic. She
came, quaking and shuddering and crying out with ardent pleasure.
And he held back that burning flood until the last possible
moment. Then he blasted into her virgin ass, coating and soaking
the tight hole of his daughter's ass with her father's seed.
Somehow, she managed to hold her position, supporting herself
on quivering knees and shaking arms until he jetted the last drop
of his release into her come-drenched backside and his cock
deflated to a limp hose and slithered from her body. Then she
collapsed to the floor of the tent, panting and quivering.
"My God," she moaned. "I've never had such a fantastic
morning!"
He smiled. He had experienced few mornings that matched it.
And it was a hell of a way to start a day!
Chapter 11
Mona was alone in the tent. She stared at the pack standing
before her on the floor. Fifteen minutes ago, she had entered the
tent with every intention of packing and preparing for the hike
back.
Now she just sat there gazing at the half-finished packing
job she had started. Despite her talks with Jason and Liz last
night, Frank still plagued her mind. She supposed it was a normal
reaction to what had happened, but it still hurt. Hurt a lot.
She wished the pain would go away, but it persisted - a hollow,
aching throb.
Also, there was guilt and doubt. She knew she had given her
husband all she could, tried every thing to please him, to ignite
the love she felt within him. But it didn't help. She felt like a
failure. She knew it was wrong, but it didn't help. The ache
remained.
"Damn," she muttered aloud. "Damn, damn, damn!"
Frank had caused her nothing but heartache the six months she
had lived with him. And now that he was gone, walked angrily out
of her life, the hurt continued. She knew it would eventually
dull and fade. But right now it seemed like it would never stop.
Never.
"Mother," Phil's voice came from behind her. She turned her
head to see her son standing at the entrance to the tent. "Can I
come in?"
"Yes," she nodded with a smile. "I was just sitting here
thinking."
"About Frank?"
"Uh huh," she replied.
"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday," he said. "I'm
sorry he hurt you."
"Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault," she said. "I'm an
adult, and I made a mistake. That's all there is to it."
"Still it hurts to see you like this," he said, reaching out
and taking her hand.
"I know," she answered, squeezing his hand. "But I'll be all
right. All I need is some time. Frank is gone now; I won't allow
him to ruin the rest of my life. I promise you that."
She leaned to him and kissed his cheek. He returned the
kiss, his lips pressing against her cheek near the corner of her
mouth, lingering there for a moment.
"You are upset, aren't you?" she asked.
"More for you than myself," Phil replied. "I thought you and
Frank were happy together."
Suddenly tears welled in her eyes as the ache returned with
increased intensity. Phil moved beside her, his arms encircling
her and holding her, comforting her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," he said, his voice
full of concern. "I just thought it might help to talk about it."
"It's okay. I guess I'm still a bit tender," she answered,
wiping the wetness from her eyes. She looked up at him and
smiled. "Really, I'll be all right. Just give me a bit of time."
Suddenly his head tilted toward hers. She knew what was
coming. She had time to move away from her son, but for some
reason she didn't. Instead, she sat there, letting his lips move
to hers. She could feel his nervousness, his awkwardness. But
she could also feel the gentle warmth of his mouth on hers. There
was no insistence on his part. His lips just lightly brushed
hers, remaining there. And she offered no resistance to her son.
It was a tender kiss, one that reassured her. But there was
something more - something that at the same time frightened and
excited her.
His head eased back. Their lips parted. Her eyes rose to
his, lingering there. For moments they just sat there, neither
moving, neither sure of what was happening, or even if it would.
Then she lifted her hand and lovingly caressed the side of
his young cheek. She smiled. He reached up and took her hand,
moving it to his lips. He kissed her palm and then each of her
fingers.
There was no doubt in her mind now. Phil? Her own son?
Jason was one thing, and Liz another. But Phil? She shivered at
the thought of taking him into her body, the thought of having her
son as a lover. She wanted that, there was no denying that fact.
The dampness that welled suddenly in her loins told her just how
much she wanted that. But did she dare?
His eyes studied her face. He was waiting for her to make
the next move, either to reject him, or accept his unspoken
suggestion. Unsure of herself, she leaned forward, her lips once
more pressing against his. Almost of their own accord, her lips
parted, giving his tongue entrance to her mouth.
His arms tightened around her, no longer just holding her,
but embracing her. She melted against her son's body, pressing
close to his warmth. She trembled while his exploring tongue
flicked over and under her own tongue, bringing it to life,
taunting it, cajoling it. She returned his kiss, her oral digit
dueling with his.
They clung to each other, as if afraid to end their kiss and
end this moment before it even began. Something she didn't want to
end, something she wanted more than she had realized at first.
To assure him, she took one of his hands and drew it to her
chest, placing it atop one of her breasts. His fingers tightened
around the bulging mound, squeezing at her through blouse and bra.
Tingling sensations of sexual heat suffused through her tit.
She moaned softly at the persistent kneading of his grasp. It
felt good, but it could be better - feeling his hands on her
nakedness. And her hands on his.
Slipping her tongue from his mouth, she eased her head back a
bit. "Let me help you."
With that, her hands went to the front of her blouse and
began undoing the buttons. Her son's hand dropped from her breast
as he sat there and watched her open her blouse and slip out of
it. Next, her arms tucked around behind her. There were three
metallic snaps as she unclasped her bra. She wiggled her
shoulders a little and the white straps slid from her shoulder and
down her arms. White and jiggling her breasts came free from the
confining cups of the bra. Her son's eyes homed in on the
tempting cones and their dark sleeping nipples.
"Touch them," she whispered, urging him to feel her body,
feel his mother's body.
Both his hands rose. His fingers touched the deep brown
pinnacles of her nipples. She sucked in her breath, her chest
heaving. The excitement of having her son just feel those rubbery
tips brought her nipples to life. Beneath the circling caress of
his fingertips, she felt the fleshy buds swell, fatten. They
thickened and stiffened with shivery arousal. She moaned, sighing
out the pleasure of his gentle fondling. Her tits swirled with
warmth. Her whole body seemed to focus its attention on those
titillating fingertips.
Softly, his fingers traced around the conical shapes of her
breasts. He spiraled downward, until his palms cupped the twin
peaks and he squeezed with relish. She moaned while quivery
thrills lashed through her body. She eased forward, pushing her
tits into his hands, rubbing them against his palms.
Her own hands were far from inactive. She opened his shirt
and repaid the attention he was giving her nipples and tits, then
her fingers slid downward, opening his jeans and stroking the
bulging thickness she found in his jockey shorts. In reaction to
her intimate fondling, his head abruptly ducked to her chest. His
mouth captured one of the erect tips of her breasts. His tongue
whipped out and lashed at the lust-throbbing point, while his lips
sucked at her flesh.
She ached. Her breasts ached with the heightening fires of
need. She gripped the firm stalk of her son's cock with a fist
and squeezed wantonly. Up and down her fist ran, jacking at his
virile pussy-pleaser. Immediately, his mouth increased the
suction of his caress.
"I think we'd better get rid of our clothes," she managed to
say. "I don't think I can wait for you any longer. I want you
inside me, moving."
He abandoned her breasts, mouth and hands, and looked up and
smiled. Likewise, she released the hearty hold on his cock. Both
of them began to peel down their jeans.
He had no more than tossed his pants aside when he moved to
her naked body. She reclined on her back, opening her arms to
him. But instead of mounting the bed of her body, he stretched
out beside her.
His hand returned to her breasts, fondling them for a moment
or two, then drifting down toward the core of her desire. Through
the black patch of her pubic muff, his fingers combed. He taunted
her with a tickling fingertip that ran along each side of her
dampening sex slit, and he caressed the smooth interior of her
womanly thighs.
Almost in an involuntary reaction, her thighs spread wider
and wider, as if calling him back to the wanton gash of her
snatch. Eventually, his hand returned. She groaned out in a
husky voice of lust when an exploring finger pushed up into the
hot channel of her cunt.
"Hot," he said, as though to himself. "You're so hot and
wet."
"And ready," she added.
But he ignored her. Instead his probing finger continued its
arousal, sluicing in and out of her excited pussy. He finger-
fucked her. He drilled in and out of her snatch, fanning the
fires of her need for him.
She writhed and bucked, her pelvis undulating in time with
his quick, sharp strokes. Her own hands returned to his cock,
squeezing and fondling its throbbing length. This was what she
wanted, not his finger.
Her meaning was clear. He eased his entrenched digit from
the humid tunnel of her lust and mounted her.
Expertly, her hands guided the turgid rail of his prick to
the waiting mouth of her belly. She positioned him there, holding
his shaft until his hips thrust forth, skewering his cock into her
body.
Stiff and unyielding, he cut into the juicy slot of her
pussy. Her back arched up sinuously, accepting the meaty fatness
of his rod. She took her son into her body, welcomed every
swollen inch of his incestuous sex into her cunt. She squeezed
down with every ounce of strength held in her pussy muscles. She
tightened herself for him, trying to make this moment as
pleasurable for him as it was for her.
Apparently, it was. He groaned out, his body trembling. For
a moment, she thought that he had come in the excitement of their
union. But his cock remained hard and long, firmly rooted in the
possessive hole of his mother's sex. She sighed, grateful for the
control of his loins.
"Fantastic," he said with a quick inward thrust of his hips.
"So tight and hot!"
Fantastic was exactly the way she felt. He was so hard and
swollen within her. She felt packed to the brim, stuffed with her
son's presence. Every cell in her body thrilled with shivery
delight. She was solidly impaled on his skewering prick and loved
it - every inch of it.
"Move," she whispered into his ear. "Move within me. I want
to feel you moving!"
His hips lifted and his pulsing staff of sex slid upward from
the deep recesses of her cunt. The pink folds of her pussy
squeezed tighter, trying to capture and hold him, but it was
impossible. The thick head of his rod eased outward to the very
lips of her love channel. Then they began their inward tunneling.
Quivering with excitement, she relished the firm, virile
sensation of her son's cock burrowing deeply into the hot, spongy
confines of her body. Deeper and deeper that slithery pole moved,
once more filling the needs of her body. She held tightly to him,
reveling in the magnificent strength of his young loins.
"My God, you're a man," she heard herself saying. It was then
she realized that's exactly what he was. Her son was no longer a
child, or a boy, but a man. And she was his woman.
She was his woman. The thought sent rippling arousal up and
down her spine. She was his woman, and as any loving woman should
do, she was stretched out on her back, opening her thighs to her
man. She was giving her body to him, letting her son pole the
intimate groove of his mother's cunt.
Quickly this time, his hips swung upward. With the same
alacrity, they drove down. Hard and long, he shafted his spearing
lance of flesh into the socket of her pussy. Wet and hot, she
accepted it and enfolded him within her welcoming snatch. She
tightened herself, squeezing with vise-like persistence.
Upward his pelvis rose. Out from the aching interior of her
body his manly root of flesh came. Then once again, he drilled
home his prick. Her body was jarred by the strong impact of his
crotch. His pelvis ground into hers. Her clit ached and
throbbed, feeling the pressure of his thrust.
He was so big. Thick and long, he reamed the channel of her
lust. She was a mare and he was her stallion. Willingly, she
accepted the pistoning action of his prick, her pussy flooding
with the juices of arousal. Lovingly, she took the skewering
plunges of his cock.
Her body was consumed with lust and want for her son. For
the last two nights, she had felt her brother within her. But it
was nothing like this. This was her son shafting in and out of
her, her own son, child of her body and its lover.
She wanted to feel him deeper, she ached to have him driving
to the very heart of her soul. Drawing her legs upward and
resting her feet flat on the floor of the tent, she opened her
body even more for him. His lunging strokes knifed into her,
lancing even further up the greedy harbor of her cunt.
He was deep now. The fat crown of his prick was plunging
deep and long. He felt as though he would drive all the way up
into her mouth at any moment.
"Ahhaarrgggahhh," she groaned her pleasure for him. Her body
squirmed and writhed under him. "Ohhhhh, my sweet God, it feels so
good - feels so marvelous to have you fuck me!"
"Fuck you," he echoed her words. "Fuck my mother!"
His hips wrenched upward and slashed down. Inward his
pulsing root came. He flayed open the folds of her cunt and
rammed into the innermost recesses of her pussy. He fucked her,
driving on like a man gone wild.
"That's it," she urged him on. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard
and deep."
Relentlessly, he poled into her. Willingly, she took his
almost brutal thrusts. Her hands slid down over his back and
raked into the tight balls of his buttocks. Her hips lurched
upward pressing tightly to his youthful crotch while her fingers
pulled at him with flaming urgency.
She came. As had happened the night before, she came, then
came again.
Still her son ravaged savagely into the trembling hole of her
cunt. Whether or not he understood exactly what was happening in
his mother's body, she didn't know. But as long as that rigid
shaft of manmeat slid in and out of her, she didn't mind. She
just sailed on the heightening shudders of her lust.
She came, then again, and again.
Harder and harder, his loins seemed to pump. Deeper and
deeper the swollen stalk of his dick seemed to plummet into the
mouth of her belly. She quaked as blast after blast of orgasmic
bliss raced through her. She groaned, caught in the constant
series of climaxes that exploded within the core of her loins.
She shook violently as each shuddering wave whipped her higher and
higher.
In and out, the ramrodding column of her son's cock sluiced.
She came and she came and she came!
The sensations were incredible. Each shattered her soul, yet
still they came one after another. It was like being tortured
with pleasure. Every nerve of her body was overloaded, yet still
they accepted each sizzling blast of ecstasy.
She thrashed under him. Her body squirmed to escape his
driving cock, yet at the same time, her hips thrust wildly, eating
at that marvelous pussy-pleaser.
He fucked her and she came.
She was lost in the oblivion of the ultimate of pleasures.
She no longer existed. She lived only for his cock and its
searing heat and the consuming passion of her body.
Out and in, his shaft drilled to the hot recesses of her
cunt. Out and in, his prick lashed into her ever-greedy pussy.
And she came.
She tried to find her voice and tell him of his total control
of her body. But she no longer had a voice, nor could she find
the words. All she could do was groan, freeing the bestial lust
from her throat.
Harder and harder her body shook. Each climactic quake grew
in intensity. Higher and higher she rose. Closer and closer she
approached the moment when she would be thrown into another
universe - a dimension where only pleasure existed.
Inward his ever-moving cock skewered. Outward, his hips
leaped, dragging his prick from her contracting cunt. He alone
controlled her. He alone ruled this moment in her life.
Quaking in hot swirls from her thighs it came. Like a
bursting nebula it exploded within the depths of her loins. She
felt her body go rigid beneath her son; then there was only
pleasure.
It was a total experience. Each and every cell of her body
glowed with white heat. Colors flashed, melting into one another,
flaring to burning white. Then back to the spectrum again.
Her voice - she somehow knew she was crying out in sheer
delight, yet she could hear nothing, but the whirlwind of passion
rushing through her ears. It was magnificent. It was the
complete consummation by pleasure. It ached, it hurt - so
wonderfully.
She soared there for an eternity. Then she slowly returned
to the reality of the world around her. She felt her son still
moving within the quaking depths of her cunt. She felt the weight
of his young body pinning her to the floor of the tent. She was
aware of her hips bucking and thrusting to meet each pistoning
plunge of his prick.
Her need sated for the moment, she turned attention to
fulfilling his. Politely, she ran a hand down between the
sweating, slick cores of their bodies. Thoughtfully, her fingers
found his ball sac. The weighty rocks within that wrinkled bag
jerked and twitched at her intimate caress. Upward they rose,
trying to escape into the security of his testicle sac.
Still she persisted. Her fingertips taunted and toyed with
the kidney-shaped stones. She fondled them, knowing that as she
did, she stirred the flaming needs of her son's groin.
At the same time, she extended a finger upward, lightly
touching the spearing pole of his cock. The results were
explosive. When her finger tapped at his prick, feeling its
length, slickened with the juices of her own body, her son
shuddered.
"Ahhhhhh," he groaned, his hips lurching forward with
urgency. Damn, oh, sweet God!"
Deeply entrenched within the caressing channel of her pussy,
the swollen head of his cock jerked and twitched. Outward, from
the slitted mouth of his glans, the creamy jets of his lust
spurted.
She held him. She clung to his young body while he spewed
forth the seed of his loins. She clutched him, delighting in the
trembling pleasure rushing through him.
His pelvis twitched as he seemed to try and work his cock
even deeper into the hot luxury of her cunt. She arched her hips
upward, attempting to open herself for him. She sighed as she
felt the fountains of come blast into her. This man, this woman-
pleasing man was her son and she gratefully received the seed of
his body.
Then as the quaking trembles of his lust-sated flesh
subsided, she just held him, reveling in the complete fulfillment
of their carnal union.
Chapter 12
Mona's leadened eyes opened. Above her was the top of the
tent.
She smiled, remembering. She glanced beside her. Phil was
still there. His eyes were closed and his young chest rose and
fell gently. He was asleep.
The last thing she remembered was just lying there beneath
her son, basking in the feel of their bodies so closely pressed
together. Then?
She wasn't sure. She must have drifted off in the total
relaxation that had suffused through her body after their love
making. It had been good, so wonderfully good.
Again, she looked at her son. An impish urge to reach out
and fondle the sleeping hose of his penis rushed through her. She
resisted the impulse, letting her son sleep.
Closing her eyes, she listened. From outside came the sound
of birds singing in the woods. But she couldn't hear anyone
moving around in the camp. It was almost noon. Where was
everybody? Even if Jason and Liz had slept late, Frank was always
an early riser.
Frank!
Memories flooded back into her mind. The hollow ache
returned. But somehow it seemed more dulled than before. She
smiled to herself. Perhaps in a week or two, it would be
completely gone. She knew she would always have memories of
Frank, a few good, mostly bad. But that was as it should be. To
forget the hurt and the pain, that was the way it was supposed to
be too.
She glanced across the tent to her unfinished packing chore.
Sooner or later, she would have to rise and complete the task and
start back home.
Home? She shook her head. There was no home waiting for her
now. If she knew Frank, she would find all her things waiting for
her on the front porch, as would Phil and Karen. Suddenly, she
felt sorry for her stepdaughter. The girl had probably been hurt
more by Frank than she had. But Karen was a strong girl; she
would get over her father's rejection sooner or later. And she
would find a man to love her - perhaps even Bret. Who knew what
waited in the future.
Home?
Her thoughts returned to the house. And that's exactly what
it had been to her, a house not a home. She could get a motel room
for herself and Phil, and of course, Karen, when she got back to
the city. It shouldn't take too long to find a suitable apartment
for her family. Thank God, she hadn't listened to Frank and quit
her job. She shuddered at the thought of trying to locate a
decent job during these rough times. They wouldn't have the money
they had with Frank's salary, but she made enough for them to live
comfortably. And there was the money she had tucked away for
Phil's college expenses. Perhaps if her son and stepdaughter got
part-time jobs, she could stretch that savings account to cover
both their expenses. It would be tight, but not hard.
She smiled to herself again. It didn't look that bad now.
All she needed was to think things out. She didn't kid herself.
It wouldn't be easy at first, but she could and would make it.
She would, of that she was sure. She had done it once before,
after Tom's death, and she would do it again.
Divorce, there was no way to get around that. Not that she
wanted to. She and Frank had been heading in that direction ever
since they had taken their marriage vows. If he hadn't recognized
it, she had. Even though she had tried to push it from her mind.
Now that she faced that fact, it seemed for the best. There were
other men in the world, and she was still an attractive woman.
This time, however, she would be cautious and make damn sure she
knew exactly what type of man she was getting involved with. And
if that meant sleeping around a bit, again that seemed for the
best - perhaps even fun!
But what about Phil?
She looked over at her sleeping son. She wasn't sure about
that. Something new stirred in her breast when she gazed on him
now. Yes, she was still his mother, but there was more than just
motherly love. They knew each other's bodies now; there was no way
to change that. They had taken each other as lovers. Perhaps it
would be only for this day?
She knew it couldn't be forever. Her son was a man now. He
had to seek a life and a woman of his own. She couldn't and
wouldn't use her body to hold him to her. After all, he was her
son. And there were other men in the world; she was going to find
them.
Perhaps they would share each other's bodies again. The
thought warmed her. She would enjoy that. If it happened, it
happened. Nothing more than that.
Karen and Phil? Again, if it happened, it happened. Three
days ago, she would have been shocked by the thought. But now, it
seemed natural and right.
Her eyes drifted over her sleeping son's body. She
visualized him making love to his stepsister. She felt the sudden
dampening of her loins as the sexy vision of their two young
bodies flashed through her mind.
The urge to reach out and toy with his penis returned. She
shivered and listened. Still she could hear no one moving
outside.
Why not? The thought thrilled her. Why not wake her son and
feel him within her one more time. Her hand trembled as she
reached out. A mere inch from that tempting hose, she stopped and
smiled. No! There was a better way to rouse him.
She slid down along his side until her face rested next to
his groin. Softly she kissed him. He stirred. She kissed him
again. He moaned. Within a few minutes, he was awake - every
inch of him.
The End
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