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 THREE
“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 step-cousin 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 tiptoes, 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 step-cousin. 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 step-cousin. 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 step-cousin’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 step-cousin 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 stopcocks’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 stopcocks’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 f
ucked herself on her step-cousin’s finger.
Easing back from the sexy brunette, Bret used his free hand to cup one of the tempting cones of titflesh. 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 step-cousin 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 step-cousin, 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 step-cousin’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.
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