Connie, naked and voluptuous, opened her mouth wide. Her pearly teeth scraped the purple ridge of Mike's knob and he jerked convulsively. She put her lips just behind the tight knotted cord and her teeth closed on the thong.
Her palate and tongue compressed Mike's straining glans. He thought his knob would burst. Connie slacked her jaw and her tongue slid in a wet circle around his cockhead.
Her fingers pressed the ridge behind Mike's balls. He felt a surge of hot semen rising inside hi in, but her hand kept it in place. His cockhead ached for the savage release of a massive cum.
Connie bathed his prick with saliva. Her clenched fingers kept his need pent up. The walnut-sized lump of his prostate pulsed against the tight-pinched dam. He felt the sheets of orgasm sweeping through his loins, but Connie wouldn't free the murky fluid to let his agonizing cum end.
Mike's prickhead pulsed in mocking spasms. He pulled Connie's head away from his loins and groaned, "Let me cum, Connie, let me cum!”
The dream-ghost shook her head and looked sadly into his squinted eyes. The feeling in his crotch faded as she told him, "Save it for Kathy-save it all for Kathy." She unknotted the cord from his prick and rolled Mike onto his back, repeating, "Save it far Kathy.”
Mike groaned and shrank away. His daughter joined her dead mother in the dream, standing naked over him. Connie's hand trailed up over the little girl's rounded buttocks, and Kathy knelt.
Mike looked up. All he could see was Kathy's light-fuzzed pussy lowering over his loins. Connie's hand held his rigid cock straight up, pointing directly at his child's cunny.
The knotted cord scraped along his cock again. Mike felt lusty pain ravage his crotch. Kathy's pussy touched his glans.
Mike pushed his cock upwards into her descending body. Kathy's cunt was hot, wetly ready. She impaled herself fully on his shocked father. The soft folds of her pussy caressed his ironhard prick.
Connie's bushier, wet pussy appeared over his face. Mike watched with horrified fascination as Connie caressed Kathy's budding tits. He am el led the almost-forgotten aroma of his wife's cunt. The soft, swampy flesh settled over his mouth and nose.
Kathy wound in circles around his prick. Her wet little snatch milked at his cock, and Mike felt the doubled mass of cum gathering in his rod.
Mike was suffocating in the folds of Connie's crotch. He gasped for air, but his wind was cut off.
Kathy's cunt wrenched at his prick. It tightened unmercifully around his cock. She twisted, falling to the side, and Mike rolled with her.
Mike shot great, steaming bursts of seed from his cock. He snapped awake in the middle of his spewing cum. His prick pulsed and he heard the thick semen plopping on the floor. He couldn't see anything. He bucked and jerked in the swaying hammock, wondering of his smothered groans had wakened his daughter.
Chapter 7
Mike cautiously unwound the sheet from his head. He peered across the camper and saw his daughter sleeping quietly. He carefully extricated his cock from the twisted strings of the hammock and put the rope-burned organ back into his pajamas.
Jesus! I haven't had a wet dream since I was seventeen! What caused that? I sure got my rocks off on Mary's tits today-why am I so damn horny?
You gotta knock this skit off, man. They're gonna put you away if you don't coolit. Next thing you know, you'll be raping your own kid in her sleep!
I have to get her to cool it, too. If she's acting like she was today around other guys, she'll be knocked up in no time. Just what we need-a baby to support!
Mike eased his way out of the hammock. He went up to the cab of the truck for his penlight. He grabbed a handful of paper towels and searched out the pale glimmer of his wide-flung semen.
He was bent over, mopping at the sticky stuff when he heard Kathy stir. "Daddy? What are you doing? What time is it?”
"Just go back to sleep, honey. I-I got up for a drink and spilled a little of it." Mike fanned a little light beam around and picked up a spot he'd missed.
"Could I have some?" Kathy's voice was sleepy. Her tongue clicked dryly when she spoke. She sat up.
"Sure, honey. One glass of lemonade, coming right up." Mike looked around for more telltale drops on his way to the cooler. He poured a glass and offered it to Kathy.
"Thank you," she whispered. The little blonde girl swallowed half the beverage and handed the glass back "I love you. Daddy.”
Mike looked down at his cuddly daughter and smiled sadly. "I love you, too." he watched her burrow into her pillow and sighed. Mike polished off the lemonade and went back to his hammock.
Kathy was already up and dressed before Mike woke. The rising sun came in through the windshield and back lit the curtain, making the inside of the camper glow.
Mike watched his daughter bustle over the sink. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a T-shirt and a skirt she'd made from an old pair of Mike's blue jeans. When she bent over the cooler, Mike could see the pouting swell of her pussylips in a pair of white panties.
He cleared his throat. Kathy turned at the sound. Her nipples poked through the thin white cotton shirt like twin buttons.
"Don't you think you should put on a some more clothes, honey?" he said. His piss-hard erection.hurt from the hammock netting that had snared it the night before.
"Why, Daddy? I'm dressed," Kathy answered. Her eyes were round and she wore a saucy expression.
Mike sighed. His full bladder made arguing impossible. "Turn your back, Kathy." He pulled on a pair of pants over his pajamas, grumbling, "This is the only part of camping I hate.”
Kathy grinned at her father's discomfort. She'd spent the daybreak silence in planning ways to keep Mike away from Mary Jackson. She'd thought about going without panties, too, but he would have ordered her to change. This way, he would be too busy keeping a guarding eye on her to spend any time at all with Mary. Kathy had had twelve years to find out how far she could push Mike.
The morning was luminously clear. Kathy nibbled on a cookie and thought about her father's body. Her pussy tingled. She'd had a delightful twinge of fear when he stirred in his sleep. Kathy had been trying to slip the fly of his pajamas open in the first light of dawn. She caught a glimpse of his prickhead, but Mike snorted and moved his hand along the side of the hammock.
Kathy sat on the bench outside. She closed her eyes and raised her chin, exposing her throat to the warming sun. She arched her back and her proud little titties stood out, ripe and firm under the clinging white shirt. The air was almost still, only a whisper of wind stirring the dust in the campground.
I wish Daddy would let me look at him. How am I supposed to learn anything about men? He'd beat my butt if he knew about Bob, but he can do anything with Mary. It's not fair!
He's really been good to me, though. I guess I worry him. If he just didn't have that silly idea that a girl my age shouldn't have sex! I'd rather have him than that old hairbrush!
Mike padded barefoot through the gravel. Kathy opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Want some breakfast, Daddy? I already started some coffee for you.”
"Yeah! I'm pretty hungry, baby. I have to fly early this morning, though, so it better be something easy." Mike tweaked her pony tail on the way past. He thought about her while he dressed.
Something seems different about her. She seems to be all over me since yesterday. I was hoping to get into Mary sometime today, but I don't think Kathy will let me alone long enough. Damn!
She's an awful good kid, though I really feel shitty, dreaming about her that way-especially right next to her!
She was so hurt when I yelled at her last night. It's not Kathy's fault that I can't control myself. Hell's bells, she doesn't even know what that kind of kissing and rubbing against a guy does!