"Oh Daddy," Lisa sighed as she hugged herself to Matt. They had just turned off the farm road onto the path that had led Lisa to discovery of her fucking parents a few days before. "I'm so glad you're doing this for me."
"Well, if you can't trust your old man, who can you trust?"
"Thanks you for trusting me, too."
"You?"
"Sure. To know what's best for me."
"You are grown-up, after all. A little wild, though."
"You're kind of wild yourself, Dad."
They were approaching the clearing where she had seen Matt and Beth fucking together. He knew what she meant.
"You're naughty, too," he answered.
"I don't hear you complaining."
"Where are you taking me, exactly?" her father asked.
"To our place."
"Sounds kind of romantic. You're not getting hung up on me, are you?"
"Relax. I don't want to give Mom any competition. But just because all we're going to do is fuck doesn't mean it can't be nice, does it?"
"No, honey, I guess it doesn't." He slid an arm about her slender waist and they walked on.
Lisa could hardly believe it was going to happen. Either her proposition had made more sense to him than she'd thought or, well, she didn't know what. He had come around to her way of thinking and that was the most important thing.
She led Matt to another of those grassy patches in that particular wooded area. This one was set close by a narrow, trickling stream. Surrounded by woods, the air rifled with a sweet, coniferous pungency and bright sunshine, they were completely alone and seemingly in their own little world.
Lisa led her father into the clearing, then stood facing him, holding his, hands in hers. She eased closer, looking up at him. The firm points of her tits nudged the front of his body. In keen anticipation, she was biting on her bottom lip, suppressing a giddy sort of grin at the same time.
"Will you let me do what I want?" she asked. "Touch you, look at you, lick you if I feel like it?"
"Sure. This is your day. Make the most of it."
"Will you do things to me? Will you lick my pussy? Will you make me come?"
Matt swallowed, but his gaze did not waver. "Yes baby, anything you want."
"Gee," she said lightly, "I hope you don't spoil me far other guys."
She leaned in farther then and touched her lips to Matt's. A sudden new feeling of aliveness rushed from the point of contact down through her system, and when Matt kissed her back the sensations doubled.
Somewhere along the line, she had stopped thinking of him as her father. He was simply a man – a handsome, charming, big-cocked man – who was doing her a favor. Her curiosity was such that much of who he was to her was blacked out.
That he was no longer acting like her father no doubt helped. It also made her wonder, if only in the back of her mind. The other day he'd been dead set against her idea. Now he was carrying on pretty much as if this were an everyday occurrence between fathers and daughters. Why the change? Intriguing.
But right now there were more important things to concentrate on. Like this kiss. Like the knowing embrace of his strong arms. Like the close presence of his masculine form. It was all so new. And wonderful.
She tilted her head and let her mouth yield, and she felt the probe of his tongue. She'd been kissed before, but only by guys as inexperienced as her. This was like being taken to the head of the class.
Lisa wrapped both arms about Matt's neck and stood there against him, letting him work his magic. She could sense him savoring her, while offering her something to savor in return.
Then there was something she could feel, apart from the aggressive workings of his tongue and the firmness of his body. It was the rise of his cock against the front of his jeans, against the flimsy material of her shorts. And if there had been any doubts concerning his willingness to go through with this, they were now completely swept away now. He wasn't going to let her down.
The rise of his cock instantly dominated her thoughts. The memory of what it looked like shot through her mind with agitating repetitiveness, inflaming her curiosity and her pussy-flesh simultaneously. She pulled her mouth from Matt's.
"I wanna see you naked," she said, almost breathless.
"Should I help?"
"No," she decided. "I'll handle this myself." It wasn't any great challenge. His T-shirt was quickly dispensed with. Kneeling in the warm, cushioning grass, she helped him out of his shoes and socks in no time. Then she reached for the front of his jeans.
The outline of his cock was showing as a healthy bulge at the crotch. She slid a hand onto it, fingers first, pressed in testingly and felt the hardness.
Lisa practically tore his jeans open and ripped them down off his hips and ass. Her hands swept back up to the waistband of his briefs, gripping it on either side. Not wanting to rush now, she eased his underwear downward, eyes focused on the ever-growing shape of his cock-meat.
His crotch hair spilled out over her retreating hand, and then she was looking at the broad base of his downward-angled cock. Close as she was, his prick appeared immense. Allowing more cock-meat into view, she saw it continue to swell.
Some giddiness returned as she treated herself to the sight of more and more of his prick. She could see his balls now too, and how hairy and cuddlesome they were. But his prick was the center of her attentions. It just seemed to go on and on, almost halfway down his thigh. Amazing. Fascinating.
The widely flared, purple cock-head came into view and popped free of Matt's briefs almost before Lisa was ready for it. His colossal cock swung up and brushed along her cheek, the fiery heat of it taking her by surprise.
She didn't pull away, though. She liked the feel of his smooth cock-flesh, the hotness, the sheer sexiness of it. She nuzzled his prick with her cheek, slowly turning her head and letting her lips move onto the side of the long, pulsing cock-lance.
Lisa's lips parted and she held her father's prick-meat in a kind of kiss. Her tongue was drawn forth and she gave his cock a soft lick. In response, his prick tensed and angled higher, held there firmly at full erection.
Lisa backed off, ass on heels, to stare at the rigid cock-shaft. As she tried to decided on her next move, her hands distractedly pushed down Matt's briefs and jeans. He stepped out of them, and Lisa flinched hotly at the lewd sight of his hard cock wagging back and forth before her young face.
His cock seemed to be tempting her to catch it if she could. She tried, lurching forward with her mouth opening. She got it on the first try, and took the ridge of the cockhead past her ovaled lips.
Her tongue fluttered up against the underside of the cock-tip. Matt's prick tensed in response, and Lisa knew she had learned something. She used her tongue on his prick again to make sure, and thrilled with triumph.
Pulling free, she looked up at her father. "Mind if we get acquainted down here?"
"Wicked little cock-tease," he said, grinning. She smiled, holding her lips against his leaking prick-tip. She used a finger to spread his precum about on his huge cock-head, then leaned in to lick the salty sweetness away.
Lisa closed a hand about the cock-shaft and studied its wild dimensions. She reached underneath to explore his balls and crotch. She tried out a few jerking-off motions to see what he liked. She simply studied his cock.
Meanwhile, her mouth was beginning to water, and the notion of sucking her father off was taking root in her mind. Easing her hand back to hold his balls, Lisa leaned forward and took Matt's prick into her mouth and went down as far as she could.
She heard her father inhale sharply in response, and she pulled off quickly, riding up his cock-length with soft suction. She looked up at him, not knowing whether she should feel concerned or pleased or what.
"I don't think you realize how sexy you are," he murmured fondly.
That made her breathe easier. And feel even naughtier, more daring. "You can come in my mouth if you want."
"Do you want?"
"Yes," she decided. "I'd like that a lot. That is if I can make you hard again later, so we can fuck."
"Aren't you worried about me spoiling you anymore?"
"Uh-uh," she said to that, and promptly took his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth once again.
She entered another getting-acquainted period, finding out just how everything fit and worked and was. The contact seemed to be all Matt needed to stay hard, but soon she was trying to give him more than just that.
Matt of her curiosities satisfied, she was becoming more aware of the excitement surging through her body. Her desire to fuck was shifting into a physical need. But she had promised herself earlier not to rush, not to try to do everything at once, and she would hold to that. Besides, her dad's cock felt too good in her mouth to let go of just yet.
His prick really was a sensitive thing – remarkable, considering how hard it was and how rugged it looked. The softest touch could make his prick stiffen or give an eager jerk. Despite its fierce, red appearance, it was gentle, and liked to be pampered all over.
Finding a mutually pleasing rhythm, Lisa let it take over. She let her hands drift around to the taut buns of his ass and she squeezed into the muscled curves. She held him there, pulling herself onto his extended fucker and pushing off time and time again.
"You learn fast," Matt said to her, his gentle hands stroking affectionately at her soft hair. "You're really getting to me."
"Mmmmmmhhfff," she gasped delicately, wantingly, and began to fairly throw herself at her father's fuck-organ.
"Oh baby!" he enthused. "You are good. I love what you're doing down there. I'm gonna come for you, horny. Are you sure you still want it?"
Lisa worked faster, sucking, slurping, tonguing, her cheeks hollowing out deeply. Her need was reaching into him now, gathering his excitement, rallying it, driving him toward the point of release.
"Yeah baby, yes, all over your mouth, down your throat, on your face, cum everywhere, all the cum you want you're gonna get… oh, now, now!"
Her fingers were tearing at his ass-cheeks, her teeth and suction raking his super hard-on, goading climax out of him and then whipping every spurt of cum he had up out of his balls. His thick gobs of honeyed jizz came to her in torrid gushes, wash after wash of his essence, each cum-jet making her want the next one even more.
When it ended, she didn't want it to end. She wanted more cum, held on for more, and was rewarded with a drop or two. Then his cock was soft, and with her face burrowed into his crotch and hugging arms about his hips, Lisa let up, sucking on his prick now as an act of comfort and appreciation.
Of course, the idea of getting his prick hard again was in her wanton mind. No doubt about that…
About two miles up-stream, Beth and her son, on horseback, were emerging from a wooded area where the trail came onto a sandy stretch of riverbank. It ran along water's edge like a beach and, bathed in sunlight, made an inviting resting place.
"This must be the swimming hole," Beth remarked, surveying the tranquil, pool-like section of the stream.
"Sounds reasonable," Buddy replied.
"When I was a girl, I'd go skinny dipping at a place like this as often as I could. With my sister."
"Aunt Blanche?"
"Yes?" Still sitting on their horses, she regarded him. "Do I shock you?"
"Somehow I can't picture either of you ever skinny-dipping."
"You have no imagination."
He blushed. He was a quiet sort of guy, ten months younger than Lisa. Lately though, he had been quieter than usual. When he did speak it was in a disinterested, distracted sort of way, as if he had a lot on his mind.
"Do you have to stare?" he asked without having to look at her.
"Not if it bothers you. Mothers can't always help themselves."
He was readily contrite. "No hard feelings. I'm just…"
"Touchy."
"Yeah. Touchy."
"I've noticed. That's why you're here. To get away from it all. Relax. Have some fun."
"Fun? What's that?"
"You really don't have any imagination, do you?"
"Aw, Mom," he lamented. "Not to worry. I'll get you out of that shell."
"Oh?"
She leaned closer, in conspiratorial style. "How about we give the old swimming hole a try?"
"In our clothes?"
"There you go again," she admonished. "You're not talking about skinny-dipping?" he said nervously.
"Hey!" Beth rejoiced. "Now you're getting it."
"But," he protested, "we can't."
"You think maybe I don't know what's good for you or something?" she half-teased.
"For Pete's sake," he complained. "Listen," Beth soothed, "it wasn't a big deal for me or Blanche, and it shouldn't be for us. Just a little innocent fun, that's all."
Her conviction filtered through to him, she could tell. He appeared to begin to mull it over.
Finally, he said: "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she promised, and she swung down from her horse. She started toward the water's edge, turning to face him as she continued moving backwards. He appeared hesitant.
"I'm going for it, Buddy," she said. "You might as well join me."
She was pulling the tail of her shirt from her jeans and was beginning to unbutton. She turned and continued on her way, stripping off the shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra.
Since waking up that morning, she had been thinking about taking advantage of this secluded time along with Buddy. Why couldn't she do for him what Matt was doing for Lisa? Why shouldn't she? And the more thought she gave it, the more tempted she was to seduce her own son. It had the potential for genuine pleasure, for both of them, and he did seem to need something to break him out of his shell.
But even now Beth wasn't sure that she would go through with it. There were a few signs that hadn't shown themselves just yet. So she would have to play it by ear, and whatever was meant to happen would happen.
Without turning around, she pulled off her boots, got out of pants and panties. She head the creak of saddle leather as Buddy stepped down, also heard the rustle of his clothes.
Beth didn't wait for him. She jogged into the water and dived forward and came up swimming. In seconds, she reached the far side of the natural pool and had to turn and start back. In doing that she caught a glimpse of her son wading into the water.
He could have been Matt at that age, the resemblance was so close, though Buddy was definitely more slender. His dangling cock wasn't exactly bashful either – not hard and full, but not in full reserve, either.
He dove in and took up a lazy stroke, angling somewhat away from her. Beth immediately went after him, ducking under the surface before he could notice. She came up behind him, grabbed an ankle and yanked him under.
As she went up for air, they were pretty close together. He popped up, sputtering, almost within arm's reach.
"Got yah!" she taunted brightly.
He promptly whipped his hand across the surface and splashed her face. "Got you!"
They got into a splashing skirmish, ending with Beth rising up getting her hands on Buddy's shoulders and pushing him under. She started swimming away and, to her encouragement, he gave chase.
In that brief moment before he went under, her wet tits were unabashedly exposed to him.
There was no telling how much he saw as she kicked away from him, or when he caught up and managed to drag her under the surface, or as she retaliated and their frolic continued. Eventually he forgot himself completely, and they wound up wrestling their way toward shore.
Beth got away and climbed out of the water, pausing knee-deep to catch her breath.
Calmly, Buddy came up out of the water and joined her, hands on knees. As he straightened up, she impetuously gave him a shove and he fell back in. He jumped back to his feet with more spirit than she'd seen in him in some time.
"Damn it woman, you're mean," he said.
"Not when you get to know me," Beth said, and she turned and strolled up onto the beach. She was feeling a strange mixture of calm and anticipation.
It's going to happen, she thought. I'm going to fuck my son!