BEE-6675A Lawfully Wedded Nymph by Eve Ning


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
