Karol and Lilly were barely out of sight when the first "casualty" opened another can of beer. He took a long swig and glanced eagerly into the tent where Kelly was lying, on her cot. She was barefooted and he could see up her legs, in the position she was lying, almost to the line of her shorts. He walked to the tent flap and stuck his head in.
"Stomach not feeling too good, huh?" he said in a teasing voice. "I think you ought to let your dad check it over for you, don't you?"
Kelly looked up at his beer-flushed face with an expression on her pretty face that was anything but daughterly. She parted her generous lips and said, "I thought you'd never ask."
Chapter Two
Curt downed the rest of his beer and tossed the can through the tent flap. He looked down at his sensually reclining daughter and boldly gazed at the lush young curves hidden only by her shorts and a thin cotton blouse.
He chuckled obscenely. "You thought I'd never ask about that stomach of yours that doesn't feel so good, huh? Well you're wrong, honey. I'm really curious about it. 'Cause it felt fine the last time I had my hands on just me."
She grinned lasciviously. "But that's been a long time, Dad," she said huskily. "Too long. It's been three whole nights since the last time you touched me. I've been wanting one of our little get-togethers bad. Let's hurry before Mom and get back. We never have enough time, Dad. We never do."
He kneeled beside the cot, threw his arms around her trim waist. She reacted immediately, pushing herself up on one elbow and grabbing him around the neck with both hands. He felt the exciting pressure of her firm, bra-less tits push against his chest.
He ran a hand down her back, the slender small of her back he loved to touch so much, and lowered his fingers till they came to the magnificent swell of her hard young ass.
"Don't worry, honey," he told her, his voice thick, "we'll have time for me to give you-you want. Your old daddy won't let you down and leave without it."
"Oh Jesus, Daddy," she whispered, lips against his ear, "I'll give you what you and I know what it is you need, too, don't I? Everything's here for you, everything you want... underneath my clothes. It's all yours. Oh, take 'em off, Daddy, take 'em off so I can be naked for you!"
Curt pulled her ass to him and she rolled off the cot into his arms. Sitting on the canvas floor of the tent, he pulled her eager body over his lap and unzipped her shorts. The thick black curls of her muff greeted him, surprising him by being as her legs. He quickly worked his under her blouse and sank his fingers into succulent flesh of a juicy tit as he spoke.
"God damn, will you look at that! Not a fucking thing under these shorts except this hairy cunt. Where's your panties, honey? Sonofabitch, if I'd known you was padding around camp like this I'd have, had a hard cock all day long!"
"I got rid of them when I took my bra off," she said. "Whew... I love it when you feel my tits up like you're doing."
Curt was slowly and lightly massaging her entire breast, paying special attention to the hard tip of her nipple. Looking down at her with bright, wet eyes, he dragged her shorts all the way off over her graceful ankles and went to work at once on the buttons down the front of her thin cotton blouse.
"When this damned thing's off, I can really get to 'em," he said, his fingers clumsier than he wished.
Kelly was feverish to hurry up and get naked for him. There was more than a smattering of exhibitionism in her soul. She darted her hand to help him out. In seconds he was staring at the complete nakedness of his daughter's finely shaped tits. It drove him wild to see the boobery bra-less under her clothes and not be able to do anything about it. He took advantage of the opportunity and ran both hands over every smooth square inch of them for a few seconds, then dropped his head forward on her chest.
She felt the wet heat of his mouth enclose one of her taut, dark-skinned nipples. She gasped and raised herself slightly from the floor, pushing her succulent abundance against his ravenous lips. At the same time she wiggled her shoulders and made the blouse drop all the way off. Now she was entirely naked before him, her bare secrets laid open for the pleasure of his paternal eyes.
She clutched him with both arms and, wriggling her ass in his lap, raised herself to a sitting position with her long legs spreading open as she moved. He switched nipples, moaning with delight, and put his hands on her smooth calves. She knew she was about to feel his hands slide up her legs to more important things and she loved it. She spread her thighs wider still, making it quite obvious she couldn't wait to have his fingers at work there.
The rough feel of his clothes on her soft naked skin was exciting to Kelly. She rubbed herself against his body and tantalized herself with thoughts of what was under his pants and shirt. The first time she had ever seen his red, swollen cock it had scared her, but that was long in the past. Now she loved the hard, meaty strength of it and couldn't wait to see it.
She unbuttoned the front of his shirt while he sucked away on her tits, going back and forth from one fat nipple to the other like a bear eating blackberries. When he was naked from the waist up she could at last feel the tangled mass of his chest hair. She ran her fingers through it and gasped softly as he moved his fingers slowly up her leg. The pace of his movement was excruciatingly slow for her. She felt her thighs tremble involuntarily. She knew he was purposely teasing her, and even though that in itself excited her, she wanted desperately to have him hurry things up.
She ran her hand down the front of his pants. Her fingers encountered the elastic band of his jockey shorts.
Curt grazed his lips up the bountiful flesh of her tit till he came to her collar bone. He nuzzled his face against the side of her neck, then moved higher to the graceful line of her jaw and on to her ear, buried beneath the thick mass of her rich black tresses.
"My little girl's wanting something, ain't she?" he whispered obscenely into the pink shell of her ear.
"Oh Daddy, you know I do," she cried, her ass trembling in his lap and her fat tits rubbing his hairy chest.
"You're getting me awful hot, honey," he wheezed. "Awful hot, so you're about to get what you're itching for. Unbutton my pants for me like a good girl now, will you?"
He shifted her in his lap, gave her a big wet kiss on the mouth, and slid her back onto the floor. He kneeled beside her, drinking in the luscious sight of her smooth naked body, and watched hungrily as she eagerly moved her hand inside his pants.
"Oh wow, now I can get to it, Dad," she gasped. "Let me get in there and work on it for you."
She was humping her ass on the floor in a slowly building rhythm. He felt her fingers find his cock and grasp it, first gently and then tighter. With her other hand she jerked his pants down, followed by his jockey shorts. She was still lying on her back where he had lain her. He stood beside her on his knees and gazed down on her. Once she glanced up at him and he saw a look of hot shame in her eyes. She knew as well as he did that a girl shouldn't even think of doing such things with her own father, but the sinful thrill she got from doing it was so great she couldn't stop. Somehow the sight of shame in her eyes made him hotter than ever to go ahead and do it, to get on with the terrible act.