Camping with mom

CHAPTER TEN

"You and me?" Karen blinked at her step-cousin. "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 step-cousin 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 step-cousin 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 step-cousin. "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!