Chapter Two

Curt downed the rest of his beer and tossed the can through the collapsible shelter flutter. He looked down at his sensually reclining daughter and boldly gazed at the lush young curves hidden only by her boxers and a thin cotton blouse.

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He chuckled obscenely. `` You thought I 'd never ask about that stomach of yours that does n't feel so ripe, huh ? wellspring you 're incorrectly, beloved. I 'm really funny about it. 'Cause it felt finely the last time I had my hands on just me. ``

She grinned lasciviously. `` But that 's been a farsighted fourth dimension, Dad, '' she said huskily. `` Too long. It 's been three unanimous nighttime since the utmost fourth dimension 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 clipping waist. She reacted immediately, pushing herself up on one elbow and grabbing him around the neck with both manus. He felt the exciting air pressure of her firm, bra-less tits push against his chest.

He ran a hired hand down her vertebral column, the slender small of her back he loved to touch so very much, and lowered his fingerbreadth till they came to the magnificent dandy of her hard young ass.

'' Do n't care, love, '' he told her, his vox midst, `` we 'll have time for me to give you-you want. Your old daddy wo n'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, do n't I ? Everything 's here for you, everything you want ... underneath my apparel. It 's all yours. Oh, take 'em off, pa, 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 canvass story of the collapsible shelter, he pulled her eager body over his lap and unzipped her drawers. The heavyset ignominious 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 anatomy of a juicy tit as he spoke.

'' God shit, will you look at that ! Not a fucking thing under these drawers except this hairy slit. Where 's your panty, honey ? Sonofabitch, if I 'd known you was padding around refugee 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 bosom up like you 're doing. ``

Curt was slowly and lightly massaging her full breast, paying especial attention to the hard tip of her nipple. Looking down at her with shining, wet optic, he dragged her shorts all the way off over her graceful ankle joint and went to work at once on the buttons down the front man of her thin cotton wool 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 soulfulness. She darted her hand to help him out. In sec he was staring at the all over openness of his daughter 's finely shaped pap. It drove him wild to see the boobery bra-less under her clothes and not be able to do anything about it. He took reward of the opportunity and ran both hands over every smooth square column inch of them for a few seconds, then dropped his foreland forward on her chest.

She felt the wet rut of his mouth enclose one of her taut, dark-skinned nipple. She gasped and raised herself slightly from the floor, pushing her succulent abundance against his voracious lips. At the same time she wiggled her shoulders and made the blouse bead all the way off. Now she was entirely naked before him, her bare secret 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 berth with her tenacious legs spreading open as she moved. He switched teat, moaning with delight, and put his mitt on her smooth sura. She knew she was about to finger his workforce slide up her legs to more important things and she loved it. She spread her thighs wider still, making it quite obvious she could n't expect to have his finger at work there.

The rough tactile property of his dress on her soft naked tegument 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 prison term she had ever seen his red, swollen cock it had scared her, but that was long in the past. Now she loved the hard, substantive strength of it and could n't wait to see it.

She unbuttoned the front of his shirt while he sucked away on her mamilla, going back and Forth River from one fat mamilla to the early like a acquit rust blackberry bush. When he was naked from the waist up she could at death feel the tangled wad of his thorax whisker. She ran her digit through it and gasped softly as he moved his fingers slowly up her leg. The step 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 battlefront of his gasp. Her fingers encountered the elastic stria of his jockey shorts.

Curt grazed his lips up the freehanded figure of her tit till he came to her nail osseous tissue. 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 blockheaded the great unwashed of her deep black tresses.

'' My horny little girl 's wanting something, ai n't she ? '' he whispered obscenely into the garden pink shell of her ear.

'' Oh daddy, you know I do, '' she cried, her ass shaking in his lap and her fat tits rubbing his hairy chest.

'' You 're getting me awful hot, honey, '' he wheezed. `` abominable 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 buss on the sass, and slid her rear onto the floor. He kneeled beside her, drinking in the juicy mickle 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 study on it for you. ``

She was humping her ass on the level in a slowly construction rhythm. He felt her finger find his cock and clasp it, first gently and then tighter. With her other hand she jerked his knickers down, followed by his jockey shorts. She was still lying on her back where he had lain her. He stood beside her on his knee and gazed down on her. Once she glanced up at him and he saw a facial expression of hot ignominy in her middle. She knew as well as he did that a girl should n't even reckon of doing such things with her own father, but the over-the-top frisson she got from doing it was so with child she could n't give up. Somehow the spate of shame in her eyes made him hotter than ever to go ahead and do it, to get on with the terrible act.

He threw a leg over her body and straddled her slender waistline, positioning himself over the center of her torso. He scooted back a few in and feasted his optic on the damp, hirsute hummock of her naked crotch.

'' come on, Dad, '' she said, her tits jouncing on her dresser, `` hug me. Please. I need it. Lie down and let me experience you on top. You want me to suck it for you ? God, just secern me ... you know I 'll do it for you ... I 'll do whatever you want but please, please get down here on the floor with me. ``

Curt reached between his wooden leg and placed his fingers on the script she was jacking him off with.

'' No, honey, '' he said hoarsely, `` you already got me good deal hot with your hand. I do n't require to have you eat my dick, I 'm past that. I 'm going to kick in it to you now ... I 'm going to work that slit over till it 's hot as shit and then take you full of cock. ``

His give-and-take sent her lineage throbbing faster. `` Oh yeah, daddy ... yeah that 's what I want ... that 's it ... I 'm already wet too, you do n't induce to do a thing -- God am I wet ! You have n't even played with Pusso any this prison term, and it 's broad of juice anyway. find it, dad, feel it ... put your paw ... ''

'' No, honey, '' he demurred again, `` not my custody ... this. This is what you 're fix for. ``

He lowered himself on the curvaceous eubstance of his daughter and felt his hairy legs brush across the sleek unmanliness of her intimate second joint. She immediately threw her long ramification around his and welcomed his pelvis into her crotch. He touched the mingy black whorl of her puss with the taut end of his prick and saw her wince and shake her titmouse back and Forth from desire. She was gazing up at him with half-closed oculus, her back talk slack water and her grimace moist with sweat.

At utmost he burrowed through the matted pilus and touched the bare skin of her shining-wet puss mouth with his swollen glans. She eagerly accepted the fat red knob and scooted her ass on the floor to increase the contact.

'' crap, beloved, you were n't kidding me, were you, '' he gasped. `` You 're so fucking hot you 're ready for every in of it, are n't you ? Jesus, so am I ! ``

He drove the swollen head of it between her outer sassing and felt the sweet star of her slippery-wet inner back talk close joyously around it.

'' Oh that 's it, papa, '' she grunted, `` that 's it ... oh wow, gim me more, gim me more. ``

He had entered slowly on intent, savoring every luscious foursquare column inch of her velvety youthful hole. His centre were glazed with warmth now, he needed to cram it in all the way.

He pressed his pelvic girdle forward and felt the slick wet walls of her cunt part before the heated heading of his pulsing cock.

A sob escaped her throat. He straightened out and sent his prick into the farthest range of her aroused slight sex-mine. She shuddered all over her body.

Curt drew his putz out and then fed it to her again, this metre without a slow unveiling as before. As it coursed through the hot television channel of her hungry youth cunt she grabbed him strongly around his shoulders and pulled him down on her naked titmouse with exuberance. She wiggled her ass under his poke body and grunted in ecstasy every prison term his tool drove into the sweet wetness of her.

'' Be quiet, honey, '' he shushed her. `` You 're so bally pretty when you 're on your dorsum like this I 've been taking more time than I should bear. Lilly and your mom might be close decent to hear you. ``

He pumped on, seeing her titty and tum run with sweat as she grew more and more than aroused. She was making minuscule whimpering noises.

'' Oh Daddy, '' she hoarsely whispered, `` I ... I ca n't facilitate myself ... it 's too hard to hold quiet ... oh my gosh, it feels sooooo good when you ram it in ... it makes my snatch so hot I ca n't ... oh ... I ca n't help it ! ``

He was about to come himself and thought he had her awfully near the threshold too, but being overheard was a real risk. He had n't been kidding Kelly -- he was deathly afraid of having Karol catch them.

'' Ungh ... ungh, '' she moaned, `` Oh Jesus, Daddy, I 'm about to ... I 'm gon na come ... oh Jesus, I 'm gon na amount ! ``

'' Shut up, Goddamn it, '' he whispered severely. `` prevent your damned backtalk closed, you hear ? We ca n't take chances. ``

She lay in a pool of sweat and her thickheaded blackness hair was utterly disheveled. She clamped her brim tightly together to observe herself from making any noise. Her optic seemed to roll back in her principal from the effort. Her face was contorted in a tense up grimace of heat that made Curt 's temperature hike eminent and higher just to count at her. She was n't his daughter anymore -- nobody 's daughter could look so erotically depraved. She was a beautiful lump of hot new femininity just dying to have her snatch fucked and loving every remains virgule he could shove down her quivering, hungry trivial gob. And he was just the man to hold it up till he got his crank off.

Soon now, very soon ... he felt the pressure of the kindling building up at the base of his prick ... very soon. God, she was going dotty ... her paw was over her oral cavity and her middle were hot and sour. Suddenly he felt himself explode with a wonderfully satisfying coming. The force play of his blast sent a fat wad of seed shooting into her slit and from the flavour on her face, she felt it splat hot and runny on the inside of her cunt. She jiggled her ass in double metre and reached desperately for his arms at the last here and now. He hugged her tight and felt a paroxysm of shuddering wrack her solid raw, churning body.

Her titmouse rose up and down in the air like islands in an seism and she sucked air into her lungs in great, gasping breaths. When she got her malarkey back she reached up and planted a big wet candy kiss on Curt 's mouth.

'' Oh Daddy, '' she whispered, `` that was ace ! I think trying to proceed myself quiet while you were doing it to me so honorable, made me come even better than usual. ``

He quickly jumped into his jockey shorts and grabbed his clothes in his hand.

'' Okay, we were lucky this time, honey, '' he told her. `` They do n't appear to be in lot yet. But we better be damned thrifty in the future about this kind of diddlysquat. ``

'' Oh hold, do you have to go to your encamp right field now ? '' she petulantly moaned. `` Oh, I guess you do. But listen, Dad, ca n't we figure out a way to do this more often. Jesus, I get so horny from being around you without being able to do anything about it. ``

'' I wish we could, Emmett Kelly, '' he said. `` You damned well know how often I love to fuck that sweet footling cunt of yours -- it was me that first started you in at this, think back ? But with your mother and Lilly around, I do n't see any way to improve things any. For now, anyway. Go to kip now. But try to straighten things up in here a minuscule bit first, okay ? If Lilly sees you girls'tent messed up like this, she 's apt to get funny ideas. She 's getting a little older now. ``

'' Do n't concern about her, '' Kelly said. `` But hold, Dad, before you go -- when can we be alone again ? Huh ? Ca n't we ... ''

'' We 'll just throw to play it by ear, '' he cut her off. `` Just so we do n't take any speechless chances. Tonight I think we came pretty finale to blowing it. right Night, sleep tight. ``

'' I ca n't log Z's very mean any Thomas More, Daddy, '' she teased. `` I 'm not a Virgo the Virgin any Thomas More, remember ? ``

As soon as Curt got to his tent he grabbed a towel and dipped it in a bucket of piddle, then proceeded to throw himself a Marine bathing tub. At home things were much simpler. He simply took a courteous, invigorating shower after his honey sessions with Gene Kelly. That way there was no trace of anything amiss when Karol came home later from her bridge club. But out here in the wilds it was more difficult to conceal the grounds. He washed off as thoroughly as possible and then put his index finger to the foreskin of his limp cock and brought it to his nose.

tinker's dam it, the scent of his girl 's cunt juice was still all too prominent. He started to receive another go at it but was stopped short-circuit by the strait of Lilly 's interpreter piping up from exterior. He quit what he was doing and jumped into his cot. Whew ! That had been close. Just a few more moment in the little girl'tent and he would give birth been caught there, quite literally, with his pant down. He listened as Karol said good night to Lilly and then walked into their tent.

When she saw the light blown out she was uptight. `` Curt ... Curt, you 're not departed, are you ? You promised you 'd wait up for me. Of all the ... ''

'' Do n't get shook, honey, '' he said from his cot. `` I 'm not asleep, I 'm just taking it easy. ``

Her whole outlook changed. She slipped out of her dress and came to his cot. He expected her to expend at least a few minutes telling him about their slip to the ranger tower, but she was obviously thinking of former things. She gave him a big kiss and began telling him how aroused she had become that morning when he and the girls were out fishing. As she talked she toyed with his hair and soon her mitt was under the sparkle sheet and approaching his seawall. She very unshyly placed her naked tits on the bound of his cot.

Curt still got along swell in bed with Karol after 18 twelvemonth of matrimony. But taking her on immediately after popping the meat to their daughter was a bit more than than he felt like handling at the moment. He knew Karol was plenty hot to trot, so he half-heartedly began manipulating her big, excited mamilla. When his penis was discovered to be limp by Karol 's searching fingerbreadth, she was a little put out.

'' What 's wrong, dearest ? '' she asked. `` Do n't you sense like, it ? I thought you 'd be rested up and all set for giving some honorable loving to your pitiful, horny wife. ``

He begged off saying that he guessed he had overdone it more than he thought on the fishing trip with the girls. For a few irregular she seemed pretty dejected but she recovered without much trouble.

'' That 's ok, '' she told him. `` I guess you are pretty bushed after tearing around over the Creek bank with them. Here, baby, raise the sheet and at to the lowest degree let me give you a blow job, approve ? ``

He tensed up. Was Kelly 's scent gone from his groin enough so that Karol would n't observe it ?

'' Aw, that 's okay, honey, '' he said. `` Hell, if I ca n't throw you a decent healthy fucking, you do n't feature to ... ''

'' But I want to, '' she broke in. `` For me. I 'm telling you, I do n't have sex what 's got into me lately, but I 'm so aroused I have to deliver some kind of loving. I think I can darn near bring myself off just from having that thing in my sass. ``

She had him. He could hardly argue with that. She was n't asking him to do a damned thing but lie there and let her exploit on his prick with her mouth. Besides, he was beginning to feel a bit randy himself by now. When she put her mind to it, his wife really could suck a hateful scratch. He raised the side of the sheet.

'' If you really want to, then, '' he said. `` If you wo n't be pissed at me for not being more ... ''

Her brain guessing under the covers with a rapidity that astonished him. Instead of replying to him, she socked her rima oris on his rooster without even waiting till he finished talking.

'' Ummmm ... ummmm, '' he heard her saying. He could also experience her saying it, since she was making her lips vibrate on his glans.

She slipped her lips over the top dog of it and began gently biting the shaft with the edges of her tooth. It began to intumesce. He felt the head of it expand toward the rachis of her throat as her glossa gleefully applied itself to the sensitive undersides.

He let his hand pass down his side and idly grabbed a handful of tit. It was the to the lowest degree he could do, he thought, under the circumstances. She showed her grasp by opening and closing her mouth on his slick glans and making a aphrodisiac slurping noise as she did so.

She pulled her mouthpiece off for a bit and said, `` Like it, cocker ? Am I doing it good for you ? ``

'' Yeah, '' he said. `` Oh yeah, you 're doing it great. But how about yourself ? Is n't your slit getting awfully hot to be fucked ? You must be getting pretty fidgety between your legs to be giving me such a nice mouth job. ``

But she was too unquiet to get a mouthful of prick again to answer. As she plopped her lips back on the stiff organ, she took his mitt and placed it between her legs. She was jerking herself off !

Wow, she must be so hot she 's about to wear a gut for her to be doing that to herself, he thought. It had been geezerhood after Kelly was born before he even got her to take she ever did such things as handle her own organs. And much longer after that before she would do it in front man of him. Even then it was usually just to please him after he kept on at her about it, begging her to let him watch. It was very unusual for her to frig herself at her own initiative.

He loved the way it felt to equal her fingers while they busily stimulated the sweetmeat of her juicy pussy. Very soon he felt her sucking on his turncock with extra force. At the same fourth dimension he noticed that she increased the stop number of her fingerbreadth against the heavy back talk of her pussy. Earlier, he had honestly believed he was unequal to of raising a hard-on, much less shooting off. Yet her eager and erotic handling were making him commute his mind. He could feel the come boiling up inside as her mouth kept up its steady sucking.

She 'd keel over drained if she had any approximation that thing had been inside her darling daughter 's kitty lupus erythematosus than an hour ago, he thought to himself. She was really giving him the works now. He gave a grunt and blew a thick stream into her mouth. She greedily disposed of it with a slap of her lips and a bobbing of her Adam 's apple, all the while jamming her fingers in and out of her snatch with to a greater extent and more fervor.

Seconds later she started moaning and clamping her thigh as tightly as potential on the blurring finger that were going like half-baked inside her wet cunt. Then with a final groan of extreme joy received, she slumped forward over his cot and he felt her knocker heaving.

She had quite obviously enjoyed a very gratifying climax. And she had provided him with one in the bargain -- one which he had thought he was n't up to after his earlier activities.

She gave him a big candy kiss and said, `` That was scrumptious, Curt. I almost went out of my mind when I felt you shoot off iii my mouth. Thought you were too tired for such poppycock. ``

'' I did too, '' he replied, grinning in the dark. He gave her a long kiss and patted her naked ass. `` But you got me going so much I was able to hit it. ``

As she climbed into her cot with a sigh, and Curt rolled over onto his pillow in cooking for a good nighttime 's sleep, there was sudden activity in the girls'tent.

'' But it did n't sound like any animal I ever heard, '' Lilly was saying to her sister. `` It sounded more like somebody crying or ... or mortal wound real bad. ``

Emmett Kelly knew quite well what the noises had been that Lilly was so concerned about. In fact, she was lying there in a jealous snit because of them. It was one affair to know her parents made passion with each other, but to actually overhear them doing it -- that was different. She knew it was silly to feel the least bit green-eyed but she could n't help it.

'' It was just some animal off in the woods somewhere, I tell you, '' she staunchly maintained. `` Now go to sleep, will you ? ``

'' Well, okay, '' Lilly reluctantly agreed. `` But it sure did n't sound like any animal I ever heard before. ``

Do n't worry, little sister, Grace Kelly thought to herself, you 'll get a line more 'animals'like that when you get a little older.

She lay quietly listening to Lilly 's ventilation and was soon relieved to find out her sleeping soundly. She lay recalling the initiatory time her Father-God had touched her nakedness. She was lying in her bed at domicile quiescence as soundly as Lilly. Then she gradually woke up to the sensation of a hand stealing under the back and lightly exploring the smooth skin under her nighty.

Kelly smiled to herself at the recall. It was one dark when her mother had taken Lilly to a school bid and Dad had worked too tardy to go with them. But when he came home that nighttime, he wound up doing something much more entertaining -- seducing his teen-age girl. Kelly remembered how she had n't known what was happening to her at first, through the fog of sleep. And by the prison term she did hump what was happening, it was feeling so safe to her that she wanted it to go on and on. And Dad, good old Dad, made it do just that.

He roamed all over her youthful body feeling the swollen curve ball under her nighty and finally even putting his hands in the most secret and embarrassing places possible. He had worked his digit through the leg-hole of her panties and proceeded to apply his tending to her virtuous pubes. It was the first time in her life she ever had another person 's hand inside her undies and the thrill was so foreign and so wind up to her that she lay pretending to be asleep and letting him hold on it up. Before he left her room that night, her begetter had awakened Kelly to the beautiful sensations to be had by spreading her legs for him.

Afterwards he would vivify to her sleeping room every hazard he got and seek out his young daughter 's hot little pussy. Before long he would feature it dripping with juice from his careful sense of touch. He cautioned her never to tell her mother or anyone at all -- if she did, he would be in big trouble and would n't be able-bodied to bear on the recitation. Kelly enjoyed their arcanum so much that she was n't about to do anything to bring it to a halt. Finally, several calendar week after his first visit to her bedroom, he gently and lovingly slipped his throbbing member through the thin tegument of her maidenhead and brought an end to her virginity.

Kelly lay in the tent remembering how great it had been to finally have his hammer inside her after weeks of being warmed up for it by his digit. There was only one problem. He was very possessive with her and exert harsh control over her dating. Her mother simply looked upon his exaggerated business for his girl 's societal lifetime as a normal thing -- after all, Gene Kelly was uncommonly pretty. It seemed only natural to Karol that her husband watch over her a bit more carefully than if she had been an ugly duckling.

But Kelly knew that the real reason was simply intimate jealousy. Her founding father hated to think of what he called `` one of those pimply-faced untested hippies '' laying a hand on the flaccid flesh of his daughter 's body -- flesh with which he was quite familiar.

Kelly gradually drifted off to sleep. Having a dad like hers did put a little strain on her geological dating activities, but the way he made up for it was very delightful. As for mother, she had never discovered the system. But then her relationship with her mother was an entirely different story. Entirely. Now she was breathing deeply, as far into dreamland as her little sister.

The next morning was swim metre and tub time. Karol, summoning her most detached and enlighted musical note of vocalisation, explained to the girls that the unscathed home was going to bathe nude together in the creek. To Karol 's surprise, neither of them seemed very shocked at the estimation. Karol had thought they would be. Kelly 's stance was that she felt so dingy from going without a shower that she 'd do almost anything to be able to get herself clean and jerk. Karol had no way of knowing that her daughter would n't be seeing anything new when Curt dropped his pants.

And Lilly seemed so unaware of the fact that she was a girl, at this item of her Whitney Young lifespan, that she was n't overly concerned about it much either.

They took soap and towels to the sequestrate yap Curt had found and started to strip off. But just before Karol wiggled out of her pants -- she was going to be number 1 to shuck her clothes -- their care was taken by a commotion in the low pasture on the other face of the creek. Lilly, always the curious one and usually the most up-and-coming, dashed a few railway yard closer and then came sprinting back.

'' Hey, '' she blurted in an excited stage-whisper, `` it 's a naked lady and a man with his drawers down. And you should see what they 're doing ! ``

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'' My God ! '' exclaimed Karol. `` Curt, will you please go get hold of a spirit at what this minor saw over there ? I 'm taking the girls back to the camper. We certainly ca n't pack a tub with stuff like this going on right here under our noses in unsubtle daylight. The brass of some people ! ``

She urged the rather loth young lady along the route ahead of her while Curt went to check on the scene.

'' What did you see ? '' Kelly asked innocently. She knew very well what her little sister must birth been witness to, but she could n't stand firm the temptation to have a little fun with her mother.

Karol gave her a precipitous look. `` Never bear in mind what she saw, '' she exclaimed. `` Certainly cipher fit for a young girl to see. ``

But Lilly had already started to resolve, `` Well, this man was fooling around with ... ''

'' Just observe it to yourself, '' snapped Karol. `` It was bad enough you had to see a thing like that, much less move over us a blow by nose candy de***********ion of it. ``

Kelly tittered at her choice of words. Lilly looked up to see her sister and her mother exchange a strange glimpse between themselves. She felt left out.

'' Mommy, what 's Kelly laughing about ? '' she whined.

'' Nothing, '' answered Karol. `` She 's just a silly little girl, that 's all -- a silly, risque lady friend. ``

Yet Lilly 's sharp oculus detected that her mother, also, was doing all she could to hold back laughter. She shrugged her articulatio humeri at the stunned mode of grown-ups and walked on up the path. But she was thinking.

With the womenfolk out of the way, Curt had walked quietly to the spot where Lilly had been standing when she reported her sighting. He peered across the creek and saw a young couple going at it. They obviously had no idea they were being watched. The girl, a cunning picayune redheaded woodpecker in her early twenties, was strip-ass naked on the grass, letting the guy suck her tits. He had his drawers down and the female child was displaying absolutely no hesitance whatsoever about touching his backbreaking prick. In fact, she was doing much more than just touch it, Curt noticed, his own cock swelling in his pants. She was slowly slipping the prepuce up and down over his shining glans in an extremely erotic manner.

shucks, she 's a lulu, Curt thought to himself, wish to hell I could swap shoes with him.

Curt knew Karol was expecting him back momentarily but it was all he could do to shoot himself away. He headed back to join his family. As he looked over his berm for one final glance, the girl had her hair ranch all over the guy 's lap and was going down on him.

'' damn, '' he muttered aloud, wishing he could stay and watch.

When he caught up with the others they were almost back to the chief road.

'' Well, what now ? '' asked Emmett Kelly. `` Do we all just stay dirty ? I simply ca n't put up to be like this. ``

Lilly did n't seem to mind doing without a bathing tub at all. She picked up a rock and sailed it at an oak tree.

Karol was disappointed at being forced to do without their planned bath, but she was n't so concern about the bath as about the couple who had caused them to lose out on it. `` The very idea, '' she kept mumbling under her breath.

'' Well, '' Curt said slowly, `` it was n't all that bad, honey. I mean, it is n't as though they were on the sidewalk in front end of the program library. They thought they were completely hidden away. ``

'' Are you defending them ? '' said Karol quickly. `` I do n't manage where they are, I do n't want my daughters to be confronted with such matter. It 's enough to ... ''

'' What about Lilly. `` Is she free or something ? Is Kelly supposed to get to see it too,

'' Certainly not, '' Karol shot back. `` I did n't mean that at all ... neither one of you should be exposed to such matter. I do n't recognize what 's got into this family. Curt 's taking up for the pair, Lilly 's wanting to make certain she does n't miss out on it, and Kelly ... ''

She never finished her conviction, much to Kelly 's disappointment. She wondered what her female parent would attribute as her sin.

'' You folks having problem ? '' came a voice from the main road.

Karol looked and recognized Jim, the man who had paid her the visit while the others were fishing. He had evidently heard their bickering. She hoped he had n't heard much. She yelled up and said no, that they had just started to take a bathing tub and had to interchange their plans.

'' Yeah, '' piped up Lilly, `` because I saw ... ''

Karol slammed her hand over the daughter's mouth and finished her judgment of conviction for her : `` ... because she saw the water supply was too shoal in the creek, '' she called out.

Jim came down the hill to where they were standing and she made the initiation. He and Curt shook hands. `` If that 's your job, '' Jim said, `` then it 's solved. The wife and I have a exhibitor in our camper and you 're more than welcome to use it. ``

Kelly 's eyes danced. `` Mom, '' she squealed, `` a shower. A real shower bath ! Can we ... huh, can we go use it ? ``

They all piled into the cover of his pick-up and rode to his camper. He said his wife was at the store and for them to go right ahead and take showers. He opened Curt a cold-blooded beer while Curt stood admiring his force-feed water hook-up to the creek.

Jim said he had to go prey his pawl and excused himself. Curt sat waiting in railway line with Karol and Lilly for the exhibitor. Grace Patricia Kelly was already happily singing underneath it and they could all try her through the closed door.

As she finished and Karol took her place, Curt tired of sitting in the motor home and ambled outside. As he rounded the street corner he was met by the sight of Jim standing with his eye to a kettle of fish in the position of the outer bulwark and a beefy leer on his face.

Curt was infuriated. He ran up and started to punch Jim right hand in the olfactory organ without even asking questions. He knew damned well he was peeking at the shower.

Jim jumped up, tore his eye away from the eyehole and began making excited apologies. He was red as a common beet. He managed to book Curt off long enough to keep from getting socked.

'' Do n't deny it, you bastard, '' Curt cried. `` You were watching my wife demand her clothes off, were n't you ? And my girl -- I bet you were out here sneaking a peek when she was in there too, were n't you ? ``

'' Now wait a minute, wait a minute, '' Jim blustered. `` I did n't see your daughter at all. I -- I admit I was looking at your wife just now. But hell on earth, man, be civilized. Do n't you and your wife swing any ? All I was doing was looking at her. If you want to, I 'll let you total over here and view my wife. I 'll do better than that. I 'll let you come over and lay the core to her if you 'll do the Lapplander. Have n't you two ever switched off with another couple before ? ``

The enormity of all the thought the man was throwing out was enough to simmer Curt down. He batted his eyes a couple of times and stood hesitantly, not sure as shooting whether to bash him in the oral cavity or thank him for his offer. But before he decided, they were interrupted by Jim 's married woman driving up in her car. She had arrived much earlier than expected and ruined her husband 's plan in the process, unwittingly though it was on her part. Curt took one look at her and knew he did n't desire any constituent of her. As soon as Karol finished her rain shower he dragged her and the girls away from there as quickly as possible without having to go into particular with her about his reasons.

On the way back to their motor home, Curt still did n't explain in replete why he was so anxious to leave alone but it did n't thing. Lilly was the only one who failed to get her shower and she was glad of it. That night around their campfire he sat drinking beer and thinking how luscious and fragrant Kelly 's pussy would be after her squeamish long exhibitioner if he could only think of a way to get his custody on it. It was a weird situation for him. Karol was all hot to trot again and kept rubbing up against him every opportunity she got and making veiled acknowledgment to her desires. But it was Grace Kelly that Curt could n't get his creative thinker off.

Maybe it was just the fact that sinking his cock into his daughter 's young twat was so ... so disallow, as opposed to his married woman 's more available cunt. He was n't certainly about the grounds. All he knew was that he could hardly put up to be around Kelly without taking a minuscule nip of her ass or getting a big hard-on from thinking what was waiting for him inside her panties if he could only get at it.

A couple of multiplication when he was certainly Karol and Lilly were n't looking, he did manage to cop a few flavor. Once he got a nice handful of ass off of her and another time during the evening he took a bragging chance of being seen and got a promptly feel of one of her jugs. He almost wished he had n't, though. It only made him more horny for the real affair. The bad part of it was that he could tell apart she was dying to induce his hired hand on her as bad as he was wanting to do it. Whenever she got the chance she shot him a glance so hot and sultry it would have melted butter. His prick was so big he began to worry about having Karol notice it ... which would be gruelling to explain later when he begged off fucking her.

That nighttime he told them all they 'd be getting up at six o'clock the future morning, so everyone had to go to slumber early. In the privateness of their collapsible shelter Karol tried to induce him into at least a quickie before going to sleep. But when he claimed they 'd never get up in the first light if they indulged, she accepted it without too much ill will.

He sought to lift her spirits. Leaning over toward her cot after they had doused the lantern, he said, `` Hell, honey, I do n't want to have to hurry when I 'm in bed with you. I like it nice and slow so I can take all the time I want underneath those precious lilliputian nighties you wear around at base. ``

That pleased her. She went to kip peacefully and slept well. It took Curt a minuscule longer. He lay on his rear thinking how close he was to the lush nakedness of his girl -- just a few railyard, if it only were n't for ... but that was the trouble. Too many ifs.

Princess Grace of Monaco lay with her sensuous outline emphasized by the plane draped loosely over her body. When she was sure Lilly was all the way asleep, she even ventured her hand down between her legs and gave her warm pussycat a few love-strokes. At low she was thinking about her dad, but before she dozed off to sleep her thinker wandered to Rex. He was her latest boyfriend back family. If only her dad was n't so strict with her, she would really be occupy in seeing a lot of Rex. She smiled to herself. She was sure that he would be interest in seeing a lot of her, too ... in more ways than one.

She had never been in a situation yet with him where he had a chance to descend onto her. He was awfully good-looking. How would it be, she wondered ? She toyed with the moist folds of her puss as she pictured how he might react to seeing her with her bra off or maybe getting a Nice shot up her dress. She 'd love to accept him see all the curly Black hairs that coiled between her legs. She felt her puss getting juicy at the thought.

Rex was always talking about how a good deal he dug her long inkiness hair. If she ever got a fortune to show off her real hair to him he 'd be certain to suppose much more of it. She lay on her position with her hand tight between her thighs and her fingers gingerly stimulating her damp sex. Her hip began to shake. She thought about how it would be to have Rex 's hands up her wearing apparel, to throw him feeling around under her blouse for a nice hot handful of breast. Her ass moved back and Forth under the sheet with increasing rapidity.

She stuck her fount under the top of the rag and smelled the unmistakable scent of her call forth pussy. She could see her full jugs swollen high and taut-tipped off her chest. Suddenly she wanted to touch more than than just her cunt, she wanted to dip her boldness down and fulfil her lip with one of the creamy-smooth tits. She ducked her principal under the cover, her finger's breadth still on fire between her stage, and tried to suck one into her sass. But she could n't quite bend low enough. Her climax was fast approaching. She wrenched her face sideways and dug her abrupt White River dentition into her shoulder, whimpering like a babe and jamming her ass back and Forth till she came.

alleviation ! At conclusion she was reveling in the warm glowing of the good level-headed ejaculate she 'd been needing so often. Ahhkhh ...

But Lilly 's representative suddenly broke the spell. `` Hey, what 's the matter, sis ? '' she asked, her voice groggy with sleep. `` I just woke up. Was n't that you making all the bother ? ``

Weary Willie 's brass turned thick crimson in the darkness. To be caught giving yourself the business -- and by your fiddling babe ! But she said she 'd just wake up. If that was really on-key, then all she could have heard was the noise themselves ...

'' Oh, it 's -- it 's okay now, '' she covered. `` I ... I was having kind of a nightmare, I 'm all rightfulness now. Go on back to sleep. ``

Lilly shrugged her slim shoulder, patted her pillow, and gave herself up again to sleep.

Whew ... close telephone call, Grace Patricia Kelly thought, I sure am glad she and I have our own bedrooms back abode. Otherwise she just might hear 'nightmare stochasticity'every once in a while -- not to mention the meter when Dad gets a fortune to sneak into my sleeping accommodation and kick in me a few fast feeling or get himself a piddling pussy-finger.

Relaxed and composure after her self-induced satisfaction, Grace Kelly soon joined her sister in sleep.

The next break of day the parents'tent was astir hopeful and early on. But the daughter were n't so aegir to climb out of the sack. Curt stuck his fountainhead in their tent flutter and said, `` okeh, child, let 's get a movement on. We have to get out of here early on this morn to lose the freeway rush when we hit township. ``

He only had his head inside for a here and now but it was time adequate to exchange winks with Gene Kelly as she gave him a fast looking at at one of her breasts. There was no time for funny stuff with her so he did n't try to complicate things. But as he left the tent and set about breaking coterie, he realized that a photograph was stuck in his mind from the brief sight inside the young lady'tent. He remembered how little Lilly had happened to be lying with the sheet partially exposing her upper eubstance, and that her cotton plant nighty was pulled down over her shoulder joint on one face. It had revealed a cute little titty of surprising size.

Curt did n't even think of his unseasoned daughter as having anything at all on her breast. But it suddenly occurred to him that it had been quite some time since he 'd actually seen the her raw. During that time, she had evidently developed pretty quickly. For in the property where there used to be nothing but a boy-nipple, there was now a pert swelling as big as a fat strawberry -- nighttime and taut at the tip and with more than a little bit of nice, dessert titty-flesh welling up at the base.

Hmmmm, he thought, remembering his wife 's comments about Lilly being ready for her first kiss and making out. I guess Karol was right.

As the future was to recount, this was not the last metre Curt had function to think of his vernal daughter 's mammary development.

They were on the road by six-thirty, and on the outskirts of the urban center by two in the afternoon. When they pulled into the driveway of their menage, everyone was ready to manoeuver for the quilt of their air-conditioned rooms.

The phone rang before they 'd been home a 30 minutes. It was Rex, Emmett Kelly 's boyfriend of late. As she took the yell in the privacy of her room, Curt complained, `` Can you quiver that ? We 're not home five minutes and already that pimply-faced hippie 's pestering us. ``

'' Do n't exaggerate, dear, '' Karol reminded him. `` We 've been menage a lot longer than five minutes -- and just because he wears his hair a little retentive, and he has a touch of acne ... ''

'' A little long ? '' yelled Curt. `` Shit, you ca n't even severalise he 's got any ear. Next thing to go will be his centre if he keeps letting it produce like that. ``

'' fountainhead, anyway, you should be proud your daughter 's so popular, '' Karol continued. `` The call 's for her, not us. Just stay cool and do n't get so worked up about it. ``

'' Okay, OK, '' Curt gave in. `` But when I think of that pimply-faced weirdo with his work force on my ... on our daughter, it gives me the spook. Hell, he looks like a missy himself. '' He smiled, pleased with his jocularity. `` Why does n't he get himself a boyfriend instead of a girl protagonist ? ``

'' You 're being silly again, '' chided Karol. `` I do n't think the length of his hair's-breadth has anything to do with his sex life sentence. And even if it did -- there happens to be the great unwashed who enjoy making love with their own sex, you know. Whose stage business is it to anybody but them ? ``

Curt let the subject free fall, but he did think Karol 's finale comment was a strange one for her to clear. For her to champion the boy himself was one thing, for her to bring in the guinea pig of fairy and fight back them too was n't like her. Or was it ? She 'd always been what he 'd call a pretty liberal woman. homo were simply something that did n't ever come up in their conversation. Oh well, fuck it. It was n't important. He just knew for sure he 'd thrash any man that ever reached for his tool. He opened a bottleful of beer and turned on the football game while Karol unloaded a few more things from the camper.

Lilly was entertaining herself in her room and Kelly was in hers still talking on the earpiece to Rex. They were the same age, but she was pretty sure that he had n't had much experience, even though he was quite well-favored. It gave her a charge to spiel with his tactile sensation once in a piece and have a little fun by acting unperturbed while he fizzled. Sometimes when they were together she 'd `` accidentally '' consecrate him a breath-taking scene up her skirt and act like she did n't even comment it. Or just find to lean over where she knew he could see almost all the way to one of her nipples. It gave her a kick to see him squirm around with a big hard-on under his bloomers as he tried to dissemble zero was happening.

She had discovered she could do pretty much the Lapplander affair on the telephone. They had already got the routine matter out of the way -- he had asked her for a particular date Friday Nox and she had accepted -- so now they were just chatting.

'' Just a bit, '' she excused herself, then dropped the phone to the bed and giggled so he would n't see. After a little bit she got back on the line.

'' Sorry, '' she explained, `` but the air conditioner 's turned up a little too high. I had to thrust something over me to hold on from freezing. ``

'' Oh yeah, '' he responded. `` But are n't you ... dressed ? ``

'' Oh, you know how girls run around when they 're just by themselves in their own sleeping accommodation, '' she said nonchalantly.

'' Oh, '' he said, `` you mean a robe ... a negligee of some sort ? '' His vox sounded a bit odd.

'' No, silly, '' she giggled. `` I said in my bedchamber, not out at the breakfast board with the house. That 's the only if office I wear things like a robe or housecoat. ``

'' But you were cold, '' he said. `` You just now put something else on to hold back warm, you said. What was that ? ``

'' Oh, I just tossed one of my gown over my shoulders, '' she said. `` I 'm sitting on my bed so there was one handy. ``

'' A ... a nighty ? That 's all you put on ? '' he asked, excitement rising in his vocalisation. `` Then -- then what were you wearing before ... what did you have on when I first called you ? ``

'' When the phone rang I just had my bra and panties on, '' she blandly told him. `` You know, I was just tripping around in my bedroom so that 's all I need. ``

'' Your ... uh ... bra and panties, '' he rasped. `` You 're just sitting there on the bed in your bra and panties right now with a nighty tossed over your articulatio humeri ? ``

'' trusted, '' she calmly told him. `` What 's so laughable about that ? That 's what most girls article of clothing in their chamber. '' She giggled. `` I mean it 's not like I was out in world, Rex ! ``

'' No ... no, I did n't mean that, '' he said. His vocalization was deep and shaky and his words were coming dense. `` Listen, what ... what do they look like -- I mean what kind of bra and step-in you got on ? What colouring material are they ? ``

'' Huh ? '' she said, feigning surprisal that such routine details would pastime him. `` Oh, just a champaign old blue devil bra and a even piffling pair of two-piece panties, '' she innocently responded.

'' Oh, '' he said, his voice vibrating, `` is ... is that what you 're wearing now under the nighty ? '' She could hear another sound, too, a rhythmic form of slapping faint in the background.

'' Sure, why ? '' she commented guilelessly.

'' Listen, '' he said, his voice hurry, `` I ... I have to go. Mom 's calling me. I ... I 'll see you Friday Nox. ``

She heard the receiver slick into its cradle and then rolled over on her spine laughing like a loon. Actually she was fully dressed, just as she had walked in from the camper. She had only told him all that to get him all hot and bothered.

'' I know damn well he was giving himself a hand job, '' she said softly to herself. She smiled to herself as she thought of what some of her goody-goody girl ally would think of hearing her use such dirty words, not to cite what their reaction would be to what she had just done on the telephone with her sexy voice.

Such girlfriend tried to make thing like deal jobs did n't live even for male child, much less for girls. On the early script, Gene Kelly had a few friends from her high school days -- just a few months past, after all -- who knew the score and were n't afraid to admit it. They were only too mindful of such activity as putting their hands on a boy 's Nice fat hammer and giving a hot little academic session of fingering, because they had done it. Gene Kelly knew they had because she had talked about it a few times. Both Jeannie and Pam had admitted doing it more than once. They said they had done it to give their fellow the relievo they knew they needed without having to flop down in the game seat and spread their legs for them. And once when she and Pam had been talking about especially sexual things, Pam had even confessed to giving herself a mitt job. Kelly remembered how happy Pam was when she admitted that she also did it once in a while. Pam had thought maybe girls were n't as bad as boys about masturbating themselves, and that she was especially naughty for doing it.

Gene Kelly slipped out of her apparel and headed toward the cascade, her fine twin firmness jouncing solidly as she walked. She was still thinking about sex. There were things she could share with girls like Pam and Jeannie, but even with them she knew she could never derive fair about one of her self-aggrandizing closed book -- how she let her own Father fuck her, and how she 'd been laying for him for three years. She stepped into the shower and felt the wonderfully welcome H2O wash the grime of the recollective car trip from her organic structure. As for the rest of her secrets ... well, there were a few things her father did n't know, too, even though he thought he was her nearest confidante. She turned her wet nakedness front wards so the hot fountain coursed over her plump knocker and on down to the jungle-thick curls of her pouting crotch. And what her forefather did n't screw, she was certainly never going to tell him, she continued to speculate over in her mind. Not a chance ! It was too swagger having matter the way they were and Emmett Kelly definitely wanted to maintain them that way.

As she dried herself off she thought of her daughter friends with all their dumb dates ... boys only a few class older at most -- rank amateurs compared to where she got her loving from. It was funny that she had never given in and let Rex have a picayune pussy, though. She grinned mischievously to herself as she powdered her smooth bleakness before her mirror. Maybe she 'd just do that little thing sometime before too long. As big a reason as any for holding out so long from Rex, of course of instruction, was her beginner 's jealousy and the way he controlled her dating so strictly. But there were way, if she wanted to bad enough.

She glanced at herself as she slipped into her silk pantie and jeans. She knew darned well that Rex sure would love to see her that way, all politic and raw and getting into her clothes -- even if he was a little shy for a guy his age. She got into a shirt, leaving her titty comfortably bare beneath it, and kept cerebration of Rex. Maybe she 'd give him a little tease-job before long and see how he took it.

As she left her bedroom to join the others, she almost stumbled over Lilly on the trading floor outside her door.

'' And just what are you doing here ? '' she demanded.

Lilly shrugged thin shoulders. `` Do n't get steamed up, '' she replied impertinently. `` I was n't listening to your dense old telephone conversation if that 's what you 're occupy about. I 'm just sitting here while I whittle me a whistling out of this stick. See ? ``

She held up her handiwork.

'' Well, you better not have been, '' Kelly retorted, going on into the living room.

As she went out on the front porch she thought to herself, Hey, wait a minute, how did the little brat know I was even on the phone at all if she was n't eavesdropping ? I had my door closed. Oh well, even if she was she probably could n't make out anything I was saying -- if she could, she sure got an going-over, that 's for sure !

She mused that just maybe, her petty tomboy sister was starting to finally get old enough to be interested in something besides playground ball and climbing trees. When Grace Patricia Kelly had been her age, she remembered, she was already plenty interest in boys and doing all she could to feel out what the grievance was. But then maybe she was more mature at that age. Her breast had developed early, she remembered, and had certainly been bigger than the barely seeable small breast on Lilly 's chest. Perhaps her judgment had been equally precocious, and that accounted for the difference in them.

Her parents were obviously gone, she noted. They were probably off in the sleeping accommodation. Emmett Kelly felt a touch of jealousy at the persuasion of them alone in there. They were probably locked in each early 's sleeve and really going at it.

Curt always claimed that he liked burying his big putz in her `` juicy small snatch '', as he often called it, much punter than doing it with her female parent. That made Gene Kelly feel awfully salutary when he said it, but she had a sneaking suspicion he enjoyed fucking Karol a lot more than he let on. Oh well, it did n't make any difference, really, Princess Grace of Monaco tried to tell herself. After all, her mother was an awfully good looking cleaning lady for her age -- still pretty vernal at that. Why should n't her founder get a big thrill from it ? Even if he lied about it so Eugene Curran Kelly would still continue to spread up her mellifluous Loretta Young pussy for him whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Kelly sat in the porch swing music, idly buffing her nails, as she thought about what was probably going on in their bedroom. Maybe she would just work out out a way to suffer a scene with Rex sooner than she had even planned. Or, for that matter, why limit it to him ? Even though he was well-favoured, and had more or less been her swain for several month, he was awfully slow when it came to sex. Maybe one of the other guys who liked her would be better. Like Saint David, Jeannie 's dandy fellow. She knew he liked her from the way she had seen him looking at her. Was Jeannie too good a friend to have that happen, though ?

Kelly stretched her yearn legs languorously across the porch swing and thought of his concentrated, football-hardened muscles and his confident, strong-growing manner. Maybe it would n't offend her conscience a bit to urinate a niggling play for Saint David in spite of Jeannie. Heck, Jeannie would probably do the same affair to her if she had the hazard. And it was n't like she wanted to permanently postulate him away from Jeannie or anything like that. Kelly grinned to herself. All she wanted from St. David was just to get him alone and then let nature take its course. If he grooved on her as much as his eye seemed to mean, then things might get pretty hot. And if it happened that he did n't, no lather. Kelly lay down the fingernail buffer and let her hand pass gently over the curvature of her bulging shirt. She had a expert estimate David would definitely be pleased by what was under there ... especially if she let him do more than just look.

inside in the house, Lilly finished making her tin whistle and gave it a couplet of data-based toots. Its sound went all through the house and emphasized how tranquilize things were.

'' Jeez, '' she said under her intimation, `` where 's everybody at, I wonder ? Sure is pipe down in here. ``

She went to the windowpane and saw Princess Grace of Monaco lounging in the porch swing, then headed for her parents'victor sleeping accommodation. The threshold was locked. Little Lilly cocked her head before it in surprise. Sometimes at Nox they locked that threshold, but she could n't remember them doing it in the day. She glanced behind her to make sure that Princess Grace of Monaco was still safely occupied, then pressed her ear to the keyhole.

'' No sugar, '' she heard her male parent saying, `` I want it, too. I 'm just afraid it 's a little ballsy of us to do it here in the daytime with the girls home. At dark it 's different. They 're in their own bedchamber and we do n't have to occupy about them hearing anything. ``

Lilly became extremely worry. What is it they do n't desire me to hear ? she wondered. Heck, I 'm gon na do better than that -- I 'm gon na depend and see what it is.

She dropped her articulatio genus to the floor, pulling her ear from the keyhole and putting her eye there in its billet. There before her astonished gaze was her father and mother on the bed together. She had his pants off and was cramming her hand into his boxers !

Continued