Chapter 4
Blake Green was beginning to blush, overcome by a powerful sensation of guilt as he confronted his wife outside their tent. Suddenly those feelings of guilt and shame vanished however, instantly replaced by anger and dismay as he stared as his disheveled spouse. He clenched his teeth, biting off the words of pain and rage which welled up automatically into his throat.
Evelyn's hair was tangled and badly in need of brushing, although it had been quite neat when she left the camp to look for water. Worse yet were her clothes, all muddy and still damp from her tumble into the lake. All the buttons were missing from her cotton blouse and the tails of that garment were now tied in a crude knot at her waist, in such a manner that the blouse gaped open in front, revealing the inner swell of each creamy breast. Her face was flushed, and she seemed unable or unwilling to meet her husband's gaze directly, preferring to keep her eyes angled toward the ground.
Blake knew, with that certainty which can only possess an outraged husband, that Evelyn and Tiny had found far more than water on their extended hike to the lake. He was sorely tempted to lash out at her, or to fling himself upon the towering cyclist in a fit of rage, and his memory of his own adulterous behavior with Myrna was totally swept away in the heat of that moment of recognition. He had actually taken the first cautious step into that attack movement when several events happened to forestall his action. First, Luke, the gang leader, was stepping swiftly to intercept Blake, his hand sliding toward the butt of his gun, and then, unnoticed and unexpected, the children returned to camp from the woods.
Blake had not seen his children approaching the camp site, but he looked them over now with a cautious eye, anxious for their safety after his own experience and what had apparently befallen Evelyn. He could see no obvious marks of assault on either Tod or Marsha, and both were still dressed in their skimpy swimsuits, but they seemed unusually quiet and somber, keeping their eyes strangely downcast in a manner reminiscent of Evelyn's own behavior. A nagging, indefinable alarm bell began clanging in the back of Blake's mind, interrupted by the harsh voice of the cyclist called Luke.
"Hey," the biker was saying, "Everybody looks awful uptight to me. This is supposed to be a vacation, right? What we all need is some relaxation . . . like a little swim, maybe."
The other cyclists murmured and nodded their agreement to Luke's unexpected suggestion, and a voice at Blake's elbow chiming in with the chorus told him that Myrna had dressed herself and come out of the tent. Evelyn seemed not to have noticed, keeping her eyes downcast all the while.
Blake saw that there was no point in trying to resist the majority rule enforced by Luke's half-concealed gun. "We'll have to change," he said woodenly. "Our suits are here in the tent."
"Get to it man," Luke ordered good-naturedly, gesturing toward the tent with one hand in almost imperial fashion.
Evelyn brushed past Blake and into the tent. He followed her closely and pulled the door flaps shut behind them, loosely knotting the tie-thongs which held the flaps in place. When he turned back into the tent he saw that Evelyn had already begun to undress, shedding her blouse and slacks with numb, leaden motions.
"What the hell happened down there at the lake?" Blake demanded, his voice a harsh, grating whisper. "Where's your bra? What happened!? ! "
"There was nothing I could do, Blake," she said softly, her voice tearful, eyes still averted as she wriggled into her two-piece swimsuit. "I'm sorry Blake, but there was just nothing I could do."
He cursed softly and fluently, balling his own clothing up in wadded heaps and flinging the articles across the narrow tent in a rage. He said nothing more to her as he slid into his own swim trunks, unable to find the words within himself to either comfort or forgive her after she had let the giant biker named Tiny use her body for his own lustful purposes.
When the couple had finished dressing, each draped a towel about their shoulders and then they emerged into the sunlight once more outside the tent. Tod and Marsha instinctively moved closer to their parents in defensive reaction, while the five cyclists stood in a rough semicircle and eyed them with varying degrees of interest, passing hushed comments among themselves about this or that portion of Blake's or Evelyn's anatomy. Then they were moving down across the meadow in a group, with the bikers still circling and herding the Green family along, edging them on to greater speed on their way to the cool lake.
The cluster of people emerged onto the lake shore at a point some thirty yards away from where Evelyn had been forced into unwilling sexual compliance by the towering Tiny. Evelyn was secretly glad that they were not at that place, both for the still-painful memories it inspired, and for the fact that she had been unable to locate her bra after he flung it aside into the underbrush, and she did not want either her husband or one of her children to stumble upon that token of her adultery.
The Greens were herded sheep-like to the water's edge, and were gingerly entering that cool expanse when the bikers began to undress as if on cue. They stripped rapidly out of their tattered vests and faded blue jeans, then doffed their underwear as it became all too apparent that none of them had or intended to wear swimsuits. Only Luke remained dressed and on guard, while even Lena and Myrna, the two biker women, quickly stripped themselves totally naked and dashed giggling into the peaceful lake water.
Blake and his family followed them only reluctantly, after Luke scowled and gestured insistently with his pistol. Secretly, Blake was glad for the chance to enter the water, for the sight of
Myrna's nude body had instantly rekindled the flames of lust in his loins, and he hoped that the cool depths of the lake would either quench those unbidden fires or at least hide the evidence of his budding erection. In the moment before they were partially submerged, he noticed that Tod seemed to be experiencing a similar erotic reaction, while his eyes strayed back and forth from Lena to Myrna, and then back again.
The naked bikers leaped and cavorted about in the lake like some malignant sort of water sprites. Their loud cries and ribald laughter drifted across the water and echoed back again from the screen of trees lining the distant opposite shore. Tiny and the one called Zeke were engaged in an energetic water fight, but Blake noticed that the women and the other cyclist, the one named Breed, seemed more intent on watching and lingering around the members of his family. Again, a warning voice sounded in the rear of his brain, and Blake sensed that the situation about him was rapidly getting out of control. He was tense, on edge, but there seemed to be nothing which he could do to salvage their precarious position.
Blake noticed Lena starting to drift slowly toward his own position, her conical breasts hobbling slightly with the motion of the lake water, but his eyes were forced away from that spectacle of nudity toward the man, Breed, who was even then edging his way toward young Marsha. Breed was floating on his back and paddling with his hands beneath the surface. His long penis, already rigid and erect, thrust up above the surface of the water like a submarine's periscope, wobbling and wavering slightly with each driving stroke of his submerged hands and arms.
Marsha seemed hypnotized by the sight of the naked man and his rearing cock as he approached her slowly. She could not tear her widened young eyes away from the fleshy rod protruding upward above the surface. Breed seemed to be chuckling lewdly as he approached her, taking great pleasure in the way his surging penis riveted her attention. He was actually right in front of her now, bobbing obscenely in the water with his prick jutting and waving right beneath her very nose.
"Leave her alone!" Blake cried, surprised at his own outburst even as the words left his lips.
Breed ignored him, chuckling again, lewdly, deep in his throat, but Luke took notice of Blake's anger and called out from the bank of the lake behind him.
"Cool it dad," he ordered roughly, his voice cold and humorless. "Mind your own fucking business and you might live a while!"
Blake turned to glare coldly at Luke but said nothing in reply, fearing to provoke the armed man any further into what might end as a shooting spree with himself and his family in the role of targets. As he turned, he noticed that Lena was now at his side, mere inches away, only the crystal clear water separating him from the ripe curves of her naked young body. She smiled invitingly, and ran the pink tip of her tongue along her moist lips in a way that reminded him inevitably of the seductive young Myrna.
Blake shook off the budding sensations in his groin and turned back toward his daughter. The cyclist, Breed, was standing upright in the water now, walking along the lake bottom in a slow circle around Marsha. He was feasting his eyes on the firm curves of her teenage body, barely covered as they were in the clinging wet bikini swimsuit. It seemed to Blake that the biker was actually undressing Marsha with his eyes, the lecherous gaze traveling over her tanned flesh like an unclean physical caress.
When Breed was directly behind Marsha, he peered over her shoulder and his eyes locked with those of Blake Green. Breed smiled, a broad, evil smile that seemed to split his hairy face in two like an open wound. Slowly, deliberately, the cyclist took a step forward, toward the girl, and Blake fumed as she jumped and squirmed reflexively. He knew from the bright blush on her cheeks and the widening grin on Breed's face that the man's stiff cock must have nudged its blunt tip against the barely-covered orbs of Marsha's firm young asscheeks.
Before Blake's horrified but helpless eyes, Breed placed his big hands on Marsha's shoulders, slowly stroking the satiny flesh as he crooned soft obscenities into her ear. She continued to blush furiously, but was too frightened to move or attempt any sort of escape. Blake cursed himself mentally as a coward while he stood there, plainly about to witness the defilement of his own flesh and blood.
Breed's casual petting had sloughed the straps of Marsha's tight bikini top downward off her shoulders, letting them hang loose upon her upper arms. A little choking sob escaped from the young girl's throat as the outlaw's hands followed those straps downward, lightly caressing her arms and slowly circling around to the front, fingertips teasing along the line of her collar bone and dipping to trace little paths across the half-submerged upper curve of her ripe young breasts.
Marsha Green shivered uncontrollably at that alien touch upon her sensitive breast flesh. It brought back inescapable memories of her lewd rape and fucking at the hands of Zeke, and the memory of the way she had responded involuntarily to that brutal attack was enough to make her cringe and blush bright crimson in shame. Another tremor of mingled lust and loathing wracked her curvaceous young frame as Breed's hands continued their downward slide, cupping her breasts fully so that the stiffening nipples were pinned in the centers of his rough palms. He began to knead and massage those luscious orbs of tit flesh with lustful milking strokes, and at the same time he buried his mouth against the soft curve of Marsha's throat, planting a series of nibbling, sucking little kisses there until she shivered openly with the first stirrings of unwelcome desire.
A lascivious growl escaped from Breed's throat as he stood there, sucking at Marsha Green's soft neck and manhandling her firm tits. His cock lurched madly with budding desire, and he stepped still closer against her, trapping that pole of rigid flesh in the deep crease between her ass-cheeks and grinding it there with simulated fucking motions of his hips.
Marsha subbed softly, tears streaming down her cheeks to drop into the lake as she felt herself slipping inexorably over the edge into uncontrolled lust once more. Her mind and her upbringing screamed out at her to stop, to control herself, but the searing pleasure to which Zeke had introduced her in the forest was still too fresh in her mind to be denied. She felt her nipples hardening of their own accord, and already she felt the beginning flow of welcoming female lubrication between her tight little pussy lips. Her sobs changed slowly, gradually, into little mewling groans of passion which she could not hide.
Breed sensed his impending victory over the young girl's natural reservations, and so he stepped up his lustful attack. Slowly, tauntingly, he began to worm his fingertips inside the clinging material of her bikini bra, forcing the material downward at the same time. His blunt fingertips reached the rosy areola of her nipples and paused there, stroking and kneading with agonizing slowness until Marsha trembled and squirmed where she stood. Then, with a sudden thrust of his big hands, Breed completely enveloped her ripe young tits, springing the flimsy brassiere so that it fell away entirely, to hang uselessly below her breasts.
Blake growled in fury as he saw the outlaw cyclist crudely fondling and milking his daughter's now-naked tits. And yet, he was shocked and horrified to feel his own cock stiffening at that sight as well. Blake had not seen his daughter naked in several years except for an occasional chance glimpse, and never at all since she had begun to develop her ripe young woman's figure. He stared in awe now at the firm yet pliant cones of her womanly tits, surmounted as they were by the jutting cherry nodes of her twin little nipples. He could see that her nipples were gradually stiffening into full erection beneath the cruel manhandling of her captor, and that sight only further served to fill Blake with twinges of forbidden lust and excitement.
A little cry from his left brought Blake spinning around, and he saw now that Zeke, the biker who had taken Marsha into the woods, now stood close beside his wife and was openly manipulating her breasts with his rough hands. She was sobbing softly, her chest heaving in a mingled spasm of horror and lust as the biker's mouth joined his roaming hands in the ardent exploration of her tits. Zeke's lips fastened upon the ripe upper swell of one breast while his nimble fingers snaked around behind her back, and in the twinkling of an eye he had unfastened her swimsuit top and cast it aside. Blake watched it float some distance away and then sink, his mind becoming strangely detached as he seemed not to see the lewd cyclist ardently sucking and tonguing his wife's rigid nipples into a frenzy of excitement. Already Zeke's hands were beneath the surface of the water, working busily in Evelyn's barely-covered crotch.
Blake turned back to Marsha and gasped suddenly. Through the shimmering depths of the water he could see that she was now completely nude, having been divested of her bikini bottom as well. He could make out the somewhat distorted outline of her swelling hips, and at the juncture of belly and thighs, the wet golden triangle of her pubic hair, partially covered by one of Breed's circling, massaging hands. Marsha's head was thrown back, and she was panting now, little breathless gasps as she felt the last vestiges of self-control slipping from her under that multiple stimulation of her tits and cunt.
Blake's cock gave a sudden lurch at that lascivious sight, straining to be free against the tight, wet material of his swim trunks. As if on signal, Lena stepped close beside him now, one round breast nuzzling against his bare arm and she reached out a hand to ensnare his pulsing penis. Blake stiffened, shocked, wracked by a sudden tremor as her nimble fingers went to work on his surging rod, paying particular attention to the broad, blunt glans. A groan was forced out of Blake's throat as her tightly masturbating hand milked electric jolts of desire from his captive organ, but all the while his wide eyes remained upon his daughter, Marsha, as she writhed with mounting sensual desire in the hands of a total stranger.
"Hey gang," Lena suddenly called out, "Daddy's getting hot on the voyeur scene!" Peals of sadistic laughter greeted her triumphant announcement.
Blake, furious, slapped her cloying hand away from his loins, but she only snickered and replaced it immediately, milking at his prick with ever more demanding strokes as her other hand went to work on the task of stripping off his swim suit. She struggled with that clinging material for several long moments, and then she had it free, snagging briefly on the bulge of his cock before it slid away down the rigid columns of his taut thighs. Blake's cock hobbled free in the water for an instant, and then Lena's milking stroking palm captured it once more, wringing another groan of repressed desire from his throat.
Blake was still watching the spectacle of his daughter and the biker named Breed, when Breed suddenly stood up and locked his gaze with Blake's. A tiny, knowing smile played across his face as his mind was possessed by some evil inspiration. Slowly he released Marsha's tits and pussy, sliding his hands instead beneath her armpits so that, with the natural buoyancy of the water to help him, he was able to lift her slightly off her feet and walk her puppet-fashion toward Blake. The strange couple advanced until they were at arm's length from the gaping father, and then halted, Breed still smiling lasciviously, almost chuckling with glee at whatever his foul idea was.
Marsha's eyes opened slightly, meeting Blake's in a glassy stare that seemed devoid of all recognition, almost as if she were lost in the throes of some mystic trance or drug experience. She moaned slightly, but it was not a sound of pain, but rather passion. At the same moment Breed slid his hands and arms further under her armpits, cupping her breasts in his palms and massaging them idly while Blake looked on, horrified and enthralled.
"You'd like some of this tight little snatch, wouldn't you, dad?" Breed's voice was coarse, gloating as he mouthed the obscene question.
Blake muttered softly, hopelessly, "Shut up, you son of a bitch!"
Breed and Lena laughed together, then the male biker continued. "No reason why you shouldn't cut yourself a slice, pop. Kind of keeping it all in the family, if you get my drift."
Blake felt the cold fury welling up within him, but at the same time there was a definite twinge of sensual longing as he let his eyes travel over his daughter's ripe and inviting young woman's figure. Breed manipulated her firm breasts so that the red nipples were pointing directly at Blake's face, little rigid exclamation points of desire which provoked a churning sensation deep in Blake's crotch. And all the while, Lena's hand was busy, sliding and tickling along the length of his rigid penis, jangling his erotic nerves almost to a fever pitch of desire.
Breed puppet-walked Marsha until she was directly in front of her father, less than a foot away from his jutting prick. Slowly, tauntingly, the cyclist let her slip lower in his arms, sliding slowly backward until the natural buoyancy of the water took over, floating her hips and thighs upward and into jarring contact with her father's pulsing organ. Marsha was almost prone in the water now, all of her nakedness plainly visible through a thin transparent liquid film as she bobbed there an inch beneath the surface. Mewling little cries of unfulfilled passion continued to issue from her throat as Breed continued his firm manipulation of her willing tits.
Lena moved now as if on cue, slipping behind Blake and moving tight against him so that her firm tits nudged against the small of his back, and her thighs were against the back of his legs. She bent briefly, reaching around him on either side until she could grasp one of Marsha's floating ankles in each of her hands, simultaneously pulling the girl's legs wide apart and tugging her forward until the splayed plane of her once virginal little cunt was mere inches from the glans of her father's looming cock.
Blake stared downward, aghast and horrified at what the evil cyclists expected him to do. At the same time, he was forced to admit that his naked daughter did present a most delectable and desirable vision there in the cool water, and his cock gave an involuntary lurch of passion as it bobbled there within reach of her pink little cunt.
Lena pulled more tightly on Marsha's legs, thrusting her torso against Blake's back at the same time so that the loins of father and daughter were nudged inescapably together. Blake stiffened and groaned deep in his throat as the purple glans of his penis made the first searing contact with his own daughter's hot cuntal furrow. Marsha was likewise seized by a writhing spasm of lust, gasping aloud as her father's cock nudged tentatively against the stiffening little pleasure bud of her clit, and then slipped downward to probe at the puckered opening of her vagina itself.
Breed slipped one hand out from under Marsha's armpit and reached quickly forward, seizing one of Blake's hands and hauling it upward to rest on the girl's left tit. Blake stiffened in shock, but he quickly saw that Marsha seemed to welcome that lascivious touch with closed eyes and slightly parted lips, moaning softly with burning desire. Blake left his palm on that ripe breast even after Breed released his wrist, and after a long moment actually ventured to pet and stroke the fleshy orb lightly, sensuously. Marsha groaned louder, her stiff nipple spiking upward into his palm as she squirmed and arched her back to give him greater access.
"Oh yes, please," she moaned, almost incoherently. "Yes, daddy, yes."
Blake could not believe the evidence of his eyes and ears as he watched himself manipulating his own daughter's succulent breasts, and, most incredible of all, listened to her lustful little moans of encouragement. What was happening to his family in their captivity by these evil bikers?? There seemed no time to think of the answer to that question as Blake's mind and senses reeled, nerves jangling and every ounce of his attention centered now upon the undulating body of his naked daughter.
Blake Green continued to squeeze and manipulate his daughter's firm young breasts with one hand, while the other hand drooped hesitantly into the narrow space between their loins. Marsha gasped and twisted in the water as Blake's fingertips made their first exploratory contact with the soft inside of her thighs, sliding slowly, cautiously upward to find the furry plane of her widely splayed cunt. That wet pussy flesh felt incredibly warm to Blake's hands, and he began to stroke and fondle Marsha's tits with an almost paternal gesture, soothing and comforting her with that caress, calming her fears at the same time that his intimate touch upon her secret genital flesh excited them both to a new level of sensuous arousal.
Both Blake and his daughter stiffened as his fingers found the conjuncture of his cock head and her moist vaginal mouth. A whispered plea for more was wrenched from her taut lips even as a preliminary shudder raced through Blake's own trembling body. Slowly he gripped his cock in his left hand, and with taunting, agonizing strokes began to slide its blunt head up and down along the full length of her cringing little vagina.
Marsha stiffened in a rictus of ultimate passion as she received and welcomed that intimate genital caress from her own father. The coming incestuous act was ignored, and the leering cyclists all around them forgotten as she shut her eyes tightly and surrendered at last to the raging flames which now consumed her entire body. The dual stimulations of her father's firm hand taunting her ripe tits and his rigid cock plowing along the slit of her pussy were enough to send her mind reeling through space on a flight of incestuous fantasy from which there was no turning back.
Blake was likewise lost in a sensuous dream world all his own as his daughter's ripe young naked body filled his thoughts and dreams completely. In that stunned moment of time, nothing existed beyond her breasts, belly and crotch, the entire universe of his momentary erotic fixation. He worked his penile head along the channel of her ripe snatch with ever more forceful strokes, strumming her jangling nerves like guitar strings, ringing little cries of passion and delight from her straining throat as he jacked her off. With one tiny part of his reeling mind he realized that Lena had released Marsha's legs and moved to a spectator's place at their side, and that Marsha had now locked her own calves and thighs about his waist, pressing against his tight buttocks with her bare heels as she urged his cock forward toward the ultimate act of lewd incest.
Glancing upward for a moment, Blake found that
Breed had also released Marsha's upper body, allowing her to float freely on the surface of the water, anchored in her position by the scissors grip she maintained about Blake's waist with her strong young legs. Her arms reached outward, upward, beckoning her father to take her in the final embrace of lovers, to plunge his rampant cock into her cunt to the hilt, to skewer her young body with the pulsing shaft of his desire.
Blake surrendered to that beckoning call and to his own passion, releasing her breast and his cock to seize her hips in both of his big hands. He tugged her closer to him, thrusting his hips forward at the same moment, nudging the purple glans of his prick against the puckered tight little mouth of his daughter's almost-virginal cunt.
Marsha groaned and cried out softly in startled pain as the thick girth of her dad's cock wormed the first experimental inch into her hot crotch. There was hurting, reminiscent of Zeke's first searing entry to her pussy, but now the pain subsided more rapidly, quickly giving way to warm sensual pleasure as she consciously fought to relax her own cuntal muscles and accept that penile intrusion. By the time her father thrust his prick home, slapping her taut ass cheeks with the heavy pendulum of his testicles, she was completely relaxed and at ease, ready to accept and enjoy whatever his cock had to offer.
Blake was seized by uncontrollable passion as his cock inched slowly into the hot sheath of his daughter's pussy. The clinging rubbery walls sucked and churned at his penis, milking little electric jolts of passion and desire from that blood-engorged shaft and firing little skyrockets along his spine to explode at the base of his reeling skull. He pounded his cock in to the hilt, grimacing in total passion as he felt his cock head bump snugly against her tight little cervix.
Marsha's heels drummed against her father's ass and her hips hunched rhythmically toward his loins, taking up a fucking motion of their own to accommodate his skewering thrusts. Every muscle in her young body was taut and straining, every nerve ending alive and burning as she readily accepted the man's incestuous fucking of her tight pussy. Nothing seemed to matter to the young girl beyond her achievement of the ultimate release which she sought from that pounding, pistoning penis.
Blake withdrew his cock slowly from the velvet vise of his daughter's clasping pussy, gasping as the rubbery muscular walls of her cunt were tugged outward by his thick cock in its withdrawal. He glanced downward, hypnotized by the sight of her pink pussy lining clinging to his penile shaft, being hauled almost inside out by his agonizing withdrawal. Rapidly, frenziedly, he thrust back in her vagina, wrenching a little sob of pleasure from her heaving lungs as he buried his prick to the hilt once more.
Blake was entranced by the sight of his own dark pubic hair meshing perfectly with his daughter's blond silken curls. Every driving thrust of his pelvis brought those tangled nests together, and each withdrawal forced her young body into straining tautness as she waited eagerly, with baited breath, for the next driving plunge toward ecstasy. She sat half upright in the water, her fingers locking about his hips and digging in there, giving herself leverage to match his own driving thrusts one for one, hammering her widely-splayed crotch ever tighter and more forcefully against her father's pistoning loins.
Marsha was rapidly drifting into a delirium of passion, as each forward stroke brought her father's cock and pubic bone into chafing, grinding contact with her tingling clitoris. Each contact renewed the inferno of passion blazing in her crotch, and already the heated fingers of sympathetic passion were fanning upward to envelop her heaving belly and taut, straining tits. Her nipples spiked out, almost a full inch in length, trembling and quivering with a life of their own as they drew vicarious pleasure from the rough fucking her cunt was even then receiving.
Evelyn Green watched the rough, incestuous action between her husband and daughter as if she was in a daze, already half out of her mind from the wanderings of Zeke's hands and mouth across her trembling body. He had stripped her completely nude by this time, and his mouth was fastening first upon one stiff nipple and then the other, while his calloused hands rummaged ruthlessly in the hot, steamy valley of her tremulous cunt. Her legs trembled violently, and she feared that she would fall over into deeper water and faint at any instant. Finally, unable to focus her eyes any longer, she shut them to the lewd spectacle before her and surrendered entirely to the feelings being inflicted upon her own grudging torso.
Blake continued to fuck energetically into Marsha's very willing little pussy. As she clung to his hips he released her own, letting his hungry hands slide upward along her sides to encompass the jiggling cones of her bountiful breasts. The double stimulation drove his daughter into a frenzy of passion, forcing louder moans and groans of desire from her throat as she squirmed more violently and ground her open crotch more forcefully onto the skewering rod of his rampant cock. Their mutual fucking motions set off ripples and little waves in the cool blue waters around them, and their spectacle now riveted the almost complete attention of every other person at the scene. Only Evelyn and her companion, Zeke, seemed totally lost in a fantasy world all their own.
Marsha Green felt herself teetering precariously on the brink of sensual release, every muscle and nerve in her body taut and straining toward that goal with single-minded determination. Her fingers clawed at Blake's hips and her heels drummed relentlessly against his tight ass cheeks as she stoked herself onward and upward toward the explosive release of orgasm. She felt the now-familiar churnings of impending climax in the elastic depths of her cunt, and that sensation only prompted her toward a more furious pounding of her cunt against his loins.
When Marsha came, it was as if a small nuclear explosion had been detonated in her crotch. Her entire supple body stiffened into instant and total rigidity, her upper torso rising out of the water like a sounding dolphin, wet streamers trailing from her back and shoulders, droplets spraying from the heaving, excited cones of her breasts. Her teeth were tightly clenched and her eyes narrowed slits of passion, her head flailing from side to side as her entire lower body erupted in spasms and convulsions of desire.
"GGGoooddd!! " she hissed through tight lips and clenched teeth. "I'mm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!! " And she froze, her loins locked tight against her father's as her velvet cunt trapped and held his penis deep inside her.
Blake Green gasped and groaned, his own body going stiff from head to toe as his penis was pinned and gripped by the tight, churning walls of Marsha's young cunt. Those firm internal muscles gripped and milked his pulsating organ like a clenching fist. He felt the reservoir of his creamy cum stirring restlessly in the pit of his testicles, and he knew that in only a short moment he would follow his daughter to the summit of incestuous orgasm.
Blake Green's shattering climax matched Marsha's in power and fierce intensity. His hips slammed forward in one last skewering thrust, and his mind reeled on the very edge of blackness as his cum exploded in long milky gouts, blanketing the sucking, thirsty interior of her vagina with white hot jism. The flow of his sperm within her seemed to prompt the young girl into a secondary responsive climax, and they stood there in the water, trembling and locked tightly together, shuddering in the throes of that pleasure which is so closely akin to agony.
When, after long moments, they finally fell apart, Blake had trouble meeting the gaze of his young daughter. She seemed to be having the same difficulty, blushing with embarrassment and still flushed with the ruddy glow of animalistic sex, eyes downcast and breathing heavily as she fought to regain control of her feelings before directly confronting the fact of her own lewd incestuous behavior.
Unable to face the girl so soon after having thrust his big cock into her pussy, he turned instead to see what had become of his wife and son. What he saw brought a new chill to his heart, and at the same time brought a stifling cry of rage to his throat. Dumbly, helplessly, Blake Green looked on, a hopeless witness to the continuing defilement of his loved ones, a defilement in which he himself had so recently participated with wild and sensuous abandon.