"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 step-cousin'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 step-cousin'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 step-cousin. 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 FOUR
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 step-cousin's prick.
Lust stirred in him, re-awakening 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."