Chapter 2

"Nice day for photography, don't you think?" Frank asked his daughter as he turned the car up the dirt road that led to the woods."

"Uh huh," she said, and then added, "and maybe for something else, too."

Frank glanced in her direction and noticed the sly smile on her face. The sly and timid smile. She was adorable. In the course of the last week, she had managed to get rid of more and more of her guilt about fucking with her father. But even though she now openly admitted to herself how much she enjoyed sex, there was still something very impish and little-girlish about her. Sex for her was just one more activity which she enjoyed, like horseback riding and playing the piano. The only difference, to her natural way of looking at things, was that she enjoyed sex more.

The car came to a stop in a clearing that marked the end of the dirt road, and they got out and headed into the woods, towards the most secluded part. There, they would be safe from prying eyes.

Both of them walked quite quickly, despite the leaves and branches covering the ground. Neither Frank's cock nor Suzy's cunt was in much of a mood to wait. He could feel how his organ was straining against the crotch of his pants, and as for her, her nylon panties were already sopping wet.

Frank held his photography satchel in his hand, for in addition to the fucking, some pictures were in fact planned.

When they finally reached a deserted clearing, Suzy started to unbutton her cotton dress.

"Ah no, let your poor old father give you a hand," Frank said. One thing that he discovered the first time he ever fucked was how exciting it was to undress the girl. Maybe that was because compared to a guy's clothes, women's clothing was so strange and exotic, just like women were kind of exotic, when you got right down to it. Particularly when you got right down to sticking your cock in that luscious hole they had.

Suzy laughed. One thing that she had already learned in the week she had spent as a non-virgin was that her father knew what was fun in sex. She didn't know whether all men were that skillful, since he was the only one who had balled her. But she did know that he was very adept at giving her pleasure.

She was not to be disappointed, this time. He stepped over to her and gave her a long, passionate kiss on the nape of the neck while unbuttoning the dress. Once it was actually unbuttoned, he reached in and started to caress her tits.

As he felt the nipples harden through the gauze-like nylon, Frank found his cock cramming itself even more desperately against his pants. It wanted its freedom. Well, that wasn't exactly true, he reasoned, since once it was clear of his clothing, the next thing that it would want would be to be imprisoned inside of Suzy's tight, warm, wet twat. Hopefully it wouldn't have too long to wait before its wish was fulfilled.

He reached around behind her and undid the hooks on her bra. A woman he had once known had told him that he was the only man whom she knew who could undo a bra with any amount of dexterity.

As soon as the garment was off, Frank bent his head down and kissed both nipples in succession. It was fantastic to feel the things actually stiffen up some more between his lips.

Meanwhile, his left hand had slid under Suzy's skirt and was feeling up her crotch.

"Mmmmmm, if I don't take those off, you'll get chapped lips," he said to her as he kneaded her labia through the soggy nylon of her panties. One reason that he liked undressing women was because he interpreted the term "undressing" in a rather liberal sense.

Once her panties were down, his fingers could really go to town on her cunt. He felt her shudder as he pressed his thumb against her cuntlips while worming his fingers up her vagina.

"Gynecologists do this, I've been told," he said, as he felt the inside of her twat with his fingers, "and get paid for it."

Her cotton dress fell to the ground, and she was naked in front of him with her small, firm tits and smooth skin.

Just as he was about to reach for his zipper, he felt her hands there. And she had that sly, timid smile on her face again.

"You're learning fast," he said.

"Got a good teacher."

His zipper came down, followed by his pants and underpants. They embraced, and as he felt his cock press against her belly, Frank remembered a position he hadn't used in years. It was a lot of fun, as he remembered it.

He pressed one of his hands against the inside of her right thigh as a signal to her to spread her legs slightly as she stood there. She understood, and as soon as she had complied, he bent his legs so as to bring the tip of his cock below the level of her crotch. Then, while his left hand continued to play with her tits, he used the right one to guide the tip of his penis into the entrance to her vagina.

Suzy guessed what her father was up to, and she tensed with anticipation.

Frank unbent his legs, and that sent his cock sliding up into her vagina, pressing apart the tender cunt-walls. At last, it was all the way in. Frank still had to keep his legs somewhat bent, since he was so much taller than his thirteen-year-old daughter, but that didn't bother him. The pressure of her cunt on his cock was compensation enough for anything.

He just stood there a second, then started to work his penis up and down inside her twat by flexing and relaxing his legs. It took a while for him to remember the exact technique, but he had a pretty tenacious memory, particularly when it came to fucking, and it wasn't long at all until he was going like crazy inside her.

Suzy felt little thrills zing up and down her spine. For some reason, she found the very strangeness of the position-she didn't know much about sex, but she had always assumed it was done lying down-exciting in itself. Her Daddy was so clever.

She had far too much innate sexual ability than to just stand there like a stump while her father's prick worked up and down inside her moist vagina, though. Soon, she tried to make little motions herself by raising herself on tip-toes. Frank guessed what it was that his daughter was up to, and to give her a chance to play the active role for a while, he stopped moving and just stood there with his knees bent and his rigid cock poking up into her. Because he had his knees bent so much, it was relatively easy for Suzy to raise and lower herself over the cock by raising and lowering herself on the balls of her feet.

She enjoyed having a chance to play the active role, but she really felt that her father should be the one in charge, after all. So after a minute of sliding her cunt over his cock, she stood still. He understood the signal, and took over again.

He was holding her close to him to steady her. He wished that he had thought to back her up against a tree or something of that sort. Well, it was too late to worry about that now. Both of them were already in far too great a state of excitement to think of breaking off so as to move to another spot.

Again and again he thrust his dork into her, and she shuddered with pleasure every time that she felt the hard, thick cock invade her body, sliding on the female fluids which she was producing so copiously.

As for him, he felt his balls tighten up in readiness to shoot his wad. His whole cock seemed to be charged with some kind of electricity. It would just take a bit more work to get a lightning bolt.

Only a few more strokes were needed. He laid them into her one after the other, and on the fifth one, he felt her cunt suddenly clutch spasmodically at his cock, while her hips trembled and she let out a long moan.

That was all it took to get him off. The instant he felt her tender teenage body tremble in the throes of its come, his prick began to shoot and shoot like there was no tomorrow, sending the contents of his balls gushing up into her pussy.

"Ah! Ah! AHHHHHH!" she gasped as she felt her father unload into her while her own body continued to buck and heave.

Then it was over. They stood there together, wobbling back and forth a bit, like drunks trying to stand. Both of them were panting and gasping like stranded whales. It had been kind of an exhausting fuck, though a very, very satisfying one.

Frank eased his cock out of her twat, and it was followed by a mixture of female lubricant and male come, which dribbled down the inside of her thighs.

"Daddy, you're so fantastic," she said, her eyes glittering with hero worship. She couldn't imagine how she had ever been dumb enough to be interested in movie stars and people like that, when she had someone like her father around. He gave her a tender kiss on the forehead.

"Shall we get on with the picture-taking?" he asked.

"Might as well," she said impishly, lifting her breasts slightly with the tips of her fingers. "After all, I'm dressed for it."

"Okay, honey," he said. "Now why don't you sit on that rock and pull your knees up. You'll have to kind of balance on your ass to do it. That's a girl!"

The way she was sitting, her cunt was totally exposed. In fact, the opening of her vagina was pulled apart a bit, so that it was possible for Frank to see up the hole somewhat. It was an opportunity which he took full advantage of.

"Now, first a close-up," he said, and placing his camera about a foot away from her twat, he clicked the shutter. He stepped back and re-adjusted the setting, before taking another shot. Then back again. The idea was to get a series of photographs which were all identical in that they were centered on her twat, but which differed in that being taken from farther and farther away, they showed more and more of the rest of her.

'Think Photographer's Monthly will like this?" she asked with that smile of hers. Her father laughed. He could just imagine what the super-staid, super-serious editors of that magazine would say if they got a bunch of photographs of a thirteen-year-old's cunt.

These photographs were not, of course, going to be sent there, or anywhere else. They were for Frank's "private collection". Since he was currently obsessed with his daughter's cunt, it made perfectly good sense to him that he should make photographic "studies" of it. The only difference between these studies and the ones he had made of trees, patterns of light and shade, and so forth, was that these were not going to be shown to his wife Betty. She was under the illusion that her husband and daughter had gone back to the woods together to take some more of the innocuous, super-stylized art poses that he was, in fact, going to submit to the prestigious photo magazine.

"Mmmmmm, let's see, how else can we pose you," Frank wondered aloud.

"How about this, Daddy?" she said, and when he looked he saw that she had stuck two of the fingers of her right hand up her cunt.

"Perfect!" he said, clicking the shutter. "Now why don't you stick the same two fingers of the left hand in your mouth at the same time, so as to give the impression that you're sucking your own cunt-juices off of them."

"I have a better idea than that, Daddy," she said. She pulled the fingers of her right hand out of her cunt and put them in her mouth, where she really did begin to suck the cunt-juice off of them. Meanwhile, she stuck the same fingers of the other hand up her cunt.

"Sorry," her father said, "I should have thought of that. Didn't mean to deprive you of any fun."

She laughed and switched hands again, putting the newly moistened left-hand fingers in her mouth.

"Actually," he said, "we can do a whole masturbation series."

"To tell the truth," Suzy said, "I've never masturbated."

"You're kidding!"

"No, Daddy, it's the honest truth. Before you ... initiated me, I was too innocent, I guess, and afterwards, you've kept my pussy too busy for me to need to give myself any attention of that sort."

"I'll take that as a compliment, since you're giving signs of being insatiable, and if you are able to be that satisfied with me, I must be some kind of a superman," Frank said with a laugh.

"Anyway," she said, "since you've taught me what all the more sensitive parts of my cunt are, I think I'll be able to figure out what's involved.

Why don't you photograph me experimenting?"

Frank thought that that was a good idea. His daughter made herself comfortable in the grass, while her father knelt just a few feet away, camera at the ready. Suzy started out by caressing her tits, pinching and teasing the nipples into a state of frantic hardness. Frank got shots of that, and was planning on enlarging some of them so that the picture, when cropped, would show nothing but the fingertips and the nipple.

Then, she slid her left hand down her belly, while the right continued to play with her tits. When it reached her pubic triangle, she tugged gently on the blond hair growing there, then moved the fingers on down towards the cunt proper.

Frank was very busy with his camera, getting all of this on film, but he was not too busy to get extremely excited. His cock didn't have to press against his pants any more, for the simple reason that he had not bothered to get dressed after the stand-up fuck. Suzy saw that it was already stiff again. It gave her a little thrill of pride that she was able to get a second rise out of her father so soon after he had shot off his first one.

Her forefinger was sliding back and forth in the groove which marked the bottom of her vaginal "V". She sometimes pressed the clit, but found that she had to be just about as careful with that eager little organ as her father usually was. After all, she didn't want the show to be over before her father had gotten all the pictures he wanted.

This little beat-off session wasn't just for show, though. Her fingers really were rubbing against her labia, and the result was inevitable. Soon she was gasping and panting, and wriggling her ass against the ground. The effect of all this on Frank was to drive him just about clear out of his skull with come-need. He had made plenty of women hot before, but usually from such close range that he didn't have any chance to really observe the effects. This was the first time that he had ever seen the female excitement process this clearly.

"Mmmmmm! Fuck! Ohhh!" she gasped, arching her back and cupping her steamy twat with her fingers. She pressed her thumb against her clit, and the come ripped through her like a flash flood, while Frank diligently clicked his shutter to record the way in which her slim young body writhed and jerked in excitement.

"Have a nice time?" he asked as she lay there gasping. He tried to keep the tone of his voice light, so that she wouldn't realize just how frantic for a come he was himself. If she knew, she would insist on taking care of him right away, and he was sure that she needed some time to get her breath back.

She wasn't fooled. There wasn't much way he could disguise how horny he was, anyway, not with his cock sticking out so rigid it almost hurt to look at.

"Daddy, I can't just let you stand around like that."

"Darling, you need to get your breath back."

"How can I when I'm all worried about the fact that you're so uncomfortable?" she asked.

"Look, why don't we just wait a moment, then you'll be all rested .... "

"I know, Daddy," she said, "why don't I feel you off? You can tell me how men do it to themselves. Then we can have our picnic, and after that, I'm sure that you'll be in good form again."

Given the way his cock felt, that was an irresistible offer to Frank. He knew that he certainly wouldn't be able to relax enough to enjoy lunch if his cock was still in its present condition.

"Or you could suck on it," he said.

"That sounds like fun. Which would you like?" she asked.

"I dunno. I've had plenty of women blow me in my time, but I've never had one beat me off," he said. "It sounds like it might be kind of different."

"Ah, I have it," she said. "I'll beat you off, and hold my mouth close, so that your sperm will go inside it."

"Suzy, you have a great future ahead of you as a woman," Frank said. He put his camera back in the case and lay down on the grass. He gave his daughter a quick demonstration of how to work his cock with her hand so as to get him to come. She positioned herself next to him and started in holding her mouth right up close to the end of his prick so that when it fired its load, the stuff would go in there.

She started out rather hesitantly at first, since she had never done this before, or for that matter, never actually had a cock in her hand. Since they had started having sex a week ago, her father had been meaning to show her how to give him a blow-job, but had never actually gotten around to it. Once again, however, she showed that natural aptitude for sex which she had and which had already impressed her father on more than one occasion. It didn't take long at all before she got the hang of what she was doing, and soon the strokes that she was giving her father were as skilful as any he could remember giving himself in the past.

He thought it was delightful to lie back in the grass like this, with no exertion, not a care in the world, and have a pretty young teenage girl work his cock. He was becoming more and more excited, but the very nature of the activity allowed himself a certain detachment.

II I were a sultan, I think I'd have a girl give me a hand-job every hour or so, he thought. He remembered reading somewhere about how in the old days in Paris, there was a whole class of prostitutes who did nothing but give hand-jobs, and who earned a good living that way. They wouldn't dream of letting any clients make use of their cunts. According to the article, they were called les filles de la Mere Poignet-Mother. Wrist's Daughters.

Suzy's wrist-action is certainly fine, he thought, his mind wandering. She really knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure. It amazed him that he was able to think in this idle, whimsical fashion while his prick got more and more frantic for a come. It was as if there were a complete separation between that part of his body which was above his waist, and that part which was below.

There could certainly be no doubt about what the part below his waist thought of all the action it was getting. His balls, which Suzy kept playing with with her other hand, were almost aching in their eagerness to shoot, and his prick itself felt like it was some kind of glowing hot poker.

With all this wild come-hunger, Suzy was keeping him just below the boiling point, doing everything that she possibly could to prolong this delightful interlude. She certainly wasn't working on the basis of experience, either. It was just that natural instinct that she had. She could feel just when his cock was getting ready to go, and then she would ease up on it a bit, perhaps even let go of it altogether for a while, so as to give it a chance to cool off.

Frank's whimsical thoughts were becoming more and more disorganized as the animal hunger in his genitals spread up his body, until the whole of him was aglow with come-need. He was panting and gasping, and flexing the muscles in his legs as if to try and get the come to hit earlier that way.

Suzy realized that her father really couldn't take much more of this, so after giving a final fondle with her left hand to his taut balls, she pressed the fingers of her other hand as hard as she could against the sensitive spot where the knob of his prick joined the shaft.

"Oh, MAN!" Frank gasped as he felt the effect that that caused in his whanger. Then suddenly, it was gushing, quivering between her delicate, feminine fingers and pumping away like crazy straight into her little pink mouth.

Frank shuddered and gasped as his balls seemed like they were going to go on forever or until he was pumped inside out. Whichever came first, like in a car warranty.

A final gob, and Frank lay back panting.

II I were a Sultan, maybe I'd have to have this done a lot less often than I thought at first, or I'd be worn out in no time, he reflected.

As for Suzy, she was sitting there on the grass with a rather smug little smile on her face. One reason for the smile was that she felt very pleased with herself for having done such a good job on her father's prick. The other reason was that her mouth was full of his sperm.

It was the first time that she had ever had sperm in her mouth, and she had to admit it was delightful. The taste judged as a taste was just so-so, she told herself. But then who would ever think of judging it as a taste. The knowledge that it had come out of a pair of male balls gave it a special quality that nothing else she could put in her mouth would ever have.

In fact, giving her father that hand-job had already gotten her pretty worked up again in the cunt department, but clearly he had to be given time to rest before he could perform, and besides, if they didn't call a break some time, they would simply never get the picnic lunch eaten.

She opened her mouth slightly, and a drop of the sperm in it dribbled down her chin. Her father laughed as he saw that. She moved up close and tilted her head back, so that he could get a good look at the little pool of sperm there between her teeth. Then, she gulped it down in one swallow.

"Taste nice?" Frank asked.

"If my sandwiches taste half as good, I'll be satisfied," she said. There was a trace of a stammer when she mentioned the sandwiches, and Frank knew perfectly well why. When he and she had announced that they were going off into the woods, his wife Betty, who was the soul of kindness, had volunteered to make the lunch for them. But Suzy had felt bothered by this. It seemed sort of unfair to have her make a lunch that they would eat in the middle of a fuck session that violated all her rights as a wife and mother. So Suzy had made the sandwiches, under the pretext that her mother had too much else to do. She had not been able to keep Betty from giving a little help, however, for she had been in the kitchen at the time anyway, doing something else. The sandwiches reminded both Frank and her of the rather shabby way they were acting in regard to Betty.

"I know what you're thinking," he said as he unwrapped one of the sandwiches. He knew now that his daughter was as sensitive as she was intelligent, and that the best thing to do about difficult feelings was to discuss them with her, rather than trying to talk her out of them.

"But what can we do?" Suzy asked, with a shrug of her lovely, slender shoulders. Frank wished she didn't look so sad right at that moment, even though the sadness rather increased her beauty, if anything.

"You're right," he said. "Maybe we should never have started this incest business, but now that we have, I know I can't give up."

"Me neither," she answered. It was not the incest that bothered them so much as the position that it put Betty in. But the more they fucked together, the more they realized that they just didn't have the willpower to go back to the old father-daughter relationship.

"What have we here, though?" Frank said as he reached in the picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of wine. "Cotes-du-Rhone, 1969." Frank was very fond of wine, and had a decent cellar. The fact that he had slipped this bottle into the basket when Suzy wasn't looking, was an indication that he thought the time was ripe to initiate her into the lore of wine, now that she was well launched on the lore of sex.

Suzy clapped her hands and giggled. Despite her natural sensuousness, which was becoming more and more apparent all the time, there was still a fundamental innocence to her, and she regarded being allowed to drink wine as almost more of a sign that she was growing up than the fact that she now fucked regularly.

Her father opened the bottle and poured her some.

"How do you like?"

"It's nice ... I think. It takes a bit of getting used to," she said, sipping rather solemnly, "but I think I like it."

"I'm sure you do," Frank said with a smile. One reason he had brought the wine along was because he had noticed a tendency for his daughter to become a bit depressed at times in the course of their fuck sessions, and he thought that it would be a good means of distracting her and cheering her up to let her drink wine for the first time.

His tactic worked, and the picnic turned into a pleasant little affair. The sandwiches that she had made were very good, as was the wine, but both of them were unable to give their full attention to the meal, since they knew how good the "dessert" was going to be.

Frank kept stealing glances at his pretty little daughter, as she sat cross-legged on the grass, seemingly without a care in the world. Her golden hair hung down around her slender shoulders, and matched her pubic fluff perfectly. That pleased Frank, who had always thought it a pity that with so many women, the bush and the hair on their heads didn't match. She was nibbling away on her sandwich with the same little pink mouth that he had shot his load of spunk into not so very long before. As she breathed, her soft, newly-budded little tits rose and fell with a nice, even rhythm.

With a girl like her to look at, Frank said to himself, no wonder I'm getting hard! Despite the fact that it had really not been very long at all since Suzy had given him the hand-job, his cock was already starting to stir again. Frank knew that at this rate, it wouldn't be long until the thing was ready for action again.

That was good, because Suzy was already pretty cranked up. Like her mother, she was a multi-orgasmic female if there ever was one, and the knowledge that her Daddy was sitting there naked next to her would have been enough to get her excited even if she hadn't kept looking in his direction.

Neither one was sure of just how hot the other was yet, though, and neither wanted to rush the other, either. So they took their time with the picnic, finishing it off with some good cheese and the rest of the wine.

The wine had made Suzy a bit lightheaded, but that just added to her horniness, since it drowned whatever residual inhibitions she had.

"Mmmmmm, Daddy, I feel all nice and warm inside," she said with a smile. "Inside your stomach."

"Uh huh."

"How about elsewhere."

"Oh, my cunt's hot too."

"Well," he said, "let's see if we can think of some way to cool it off." He put his arm around her and kissed her, while pressing his other hand against her crotch.

"That's just making me hotter!"

"Any objections?"

"None in the world," she said. She gave a little hiccup after the word "world"

Frank was a man who always believed that the preliminaries to a fuck were almost as good as the fuck itself. He was never one to be in a great rush to get his cock stuck in. That was why even though his prick was hard enough now to be inserted, he preferred to sit here for the time being kissing the nape of her neck and pressing his fingertips against her labia. She wriggled her hips as she felt him knead and poke her cunt-skin.

"Oh, wow!" she said as he wormed his fingers up her cunt and then pressed the joints against her cunt walls. Her pussy was sopping wet and every now and then he would take his fingers out so as to stick them in his mouth and suck off the female juices. While he was doing that, he kept her from feeling neglected by vigorously working over her tits with his other hand. He was very good at breast-teasing. He would sort of circle his fingers in slowly towards the nipple, and then, just when the eager little button thought that it was going to get the attention that it was screaming for, he would send them circling out again. He was the kind of lover who knew not to carry anything too far, however, and when his daughter's little shoulders were quivering and shuddering with frustration at his tit-action, he moved the fingers back in and started rubbing the right nipple.

"Ohh, Daddy, my tits are so sensitive!" she gasped as she felt her rosebud blossom under the pressure of his fingers.

All of this was getting him incredibly worked up, and he figured that it might be a good idea to really get down to business.

"Shall we fuck, honey?" he whispered.

"Oh, yes!"

"Okay, on your hands and knees," he said. He had never had a dog-style fuck with her, and he figured that it was his pleasant duty to teach her as much as he could about sex.

She did as he said, and he positioned himself behind her. As she rested there on all fours, she panted with excitement. She guessed that for the woman, one of the best things about this position was the uncertainty of just when the lover would stick his cock in. She knew that she could hardly wait.

Frank was still taking his time, though. As a photographer, he had a highly developed sense of form, and that meant that he could get carried away by the grace of certain parts of a woman's anatomy that wouldn't much interest other men. The curve of Suzy's back struck him as incredibly graceful and feminine, and he stroked it like one might stroke a cat. He was also fascinated by her neck and cascading hair, and he reached out to fondle and stroke her there, too.

Suzy was breathing in short, sharp little gasps. She had gotten pretty turned on during the picnic just thinking about her father, and all that nice feeling up of her cunt that she had gotten from him had gotten her even hotter. Now she was waiting on her hands and knees, waiting for his cock.

Frank was too excited to delay any longer, even though he knew that the frustration that he was causing Suzy was the kind of frustration that in the long run is really a kind of pleasure. He moved up closer, and positioned his prick so that the tip of it was resting just inside the entrance to her vagina.

Suzy shuddered as she felt the contact of his manhood, pressing against her in her most feminine spot. It was only the very entrance to her cunt which was forced open at the moment, but she knew that very, very soon the rest of her vagina would open up before the onslaught of his rampant prick.

Frank reached his hands forward and cupped her breasts. They were still very much the breasts of a young girl, but their very smallness excited him, and they were deliciously firm, with the most perfect pair of nipples he had ever come across.

He gave a steady, even shove of his hips, and his cock buried itself in her cunt up to the hilt. She wasn't very deep there, and Frank was good and long, so that the tip of his penis was actually touching the entrance to her womb.

He jiggled his hips a bit, forcing the cock in even more, so that the pressure on her cervix was increased. Then he pulled back and started to really pump.

He started off at a nice, easy tempo, moving his hips back and forth at a steady beat while her own hips undulated in response.

God, she's good, he thought. His daughter seemed to have picked up more technique every time they fucked. At this rate, before a year was out, she'd be a better lay than about ninety per cent of the women he had ever screwed.

All the while, he was rubbing and caressing her breasts, pressing them up against her chest, and pulling on the nipples. She didn't for the life of her know which was driving her crazier: the feeling of her daddy's massive prick sliding back and forth inside her, or the pressure of those skillful hands of his on her super-sensitive tits.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" She gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

He had picked up speed and was really laying it into her in stroke after stroke. He could feel his blood racing in his temples as he buried his manhood inside his daughter's twat again and again.

She was gasping and groaning and tossing her head from side to side so that her blond mane danced in front of him.

Christ, what a lay! Frank thought, as he bucked away. His balls were all taut and ready, his cock was aching with its stiffness, but he still wanted to prolong things as much as possible.

Suzy's cunt clutched at his prick with every thrust that it gave. And every time it pulled out, it caused her tender cuntlips to rub against her throbbing clit.

"Gotta come! Gotta come! Gotta come!" she gasped over and over again. But though the fuck was driving her straight out of her little skull, she wanted to have it go on forever. She couldn't stand to have it continue, but she could stand even less to have it stop.

He knew that he had just about gotten the two of them to their blast-off point. That cock of his could only stand the slightest bit more pressure.

Frank pulled back slowly, then rammed home again really hard and fast, and as he did so, his prick started to heave and spasm, shooting its load of man-cream way, way up into Suzy's little pussy. And the feeling of that hard prick quivering away inside her was enough to get Suzy off, too, so that her hips bucked and heaved while her father's rod went on blasting.

"Coming!" she gasped. "Coming so hard! So fucking hard!"

And then they ran out of steam. His prick gave a final little shiver and a couple more drops of come oozed out into a vagina that was awash with the stuff.

"Wheewwwww!" she said. They were both so tired out by the fuck that they stayed in position for about a minute, his cock slowly softening up inside her cunt, his head resting on her back while she continued to support herself of her hands.

Finally, he pulled his cock out. As he did so, some of the mix of pussy-juice and sperm that had filled her twat came oozing out. Threads of the stuff still ran from there to the tip of his prick.

"Think we've got enough pictures?" he said with a grin.

"I think so, Daddy, I think so."

They both dressed slowly, and headed back to the car. This time, they walked more slowly. They were tired, and also, now that the fuck was over, those guilt feelings about Betty started to come back again. They knew that they could chase them away for a while, but they always returned. Betty was one of the nicest people that either of them knew. She was also Frank's wife and Suzy's mother. That was what kept bugging them. The fact that they were doing all this behind the back of someone they were genuinely fond of.

They got into the car and headed down the dirt road. Neither of them said very much.

Betty was all smiles when they came back, just like she always was, and if anything, that made the situation even worse. She asked them if they had had a nice day in the woods, and enjoyed the picnic, and when they had bathed, she served them a delicious dinner.

She was a very perceptive woman, however, and though it had not occurred to her that her husband and daughter might be fucking, she did notice that they seemed a bit depressed, and she couldn't figure out why. She thought that maybe her husband had had some trouble getting the pictures that he wanted, or something like that, but ail her questions about that were met with assurances that the photography had gone very well. She thought that there was something strained about the way in which they assured her how well it had gone, but she did not guess that the reason was that her mere mention of the picture-taking had reminded them of their deceit. After all, she thought that they had been taking artistic pictures like the ones from last week that her husband had shown her. She did not realize that there were strictly erotic poses intended for her husband's arousal.

Well, I guess everyone has depressed moods, she told herself.

That night, when her husband was in bed next to her, she ran her hands across his naked chest.

"What about it, huh?" she asked. She was a woman who liked her sex, and wanted plenty of it, but she was also motivated at this moment by the thought that maybe a nice, hard fuck would cheer her husband up. For some reason, he had not been paying as much attention to her sexually in the last week as he usually did.

For a moment, Frank felt irritated. His wife appealed to him very strongly, but the reason he had not been wanting sex with her in the past week was because the idea of it made him feel guilty. To fuck their daughter, and then to go on and fuck her as if nothing were amiss, struck him as hypocritical and deceitful.

Yet those hands of hers were smooth and cool, and besides, Frank was a man who was always easily aroused. Also, he realized that she had a large sexual appetite, and that it was his duty to take care of it. He turned and kissed her on the lips.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured as he took his lips away, "I'd begun to think you'd forgotten about me."

"No way," he said. She really was desirable, he realized, as he ran his hands over her smooth, softly curving belly, then down to her cunt, which he began to feel up.

She wriggled her hips in delight.

"That just feels so good!" she said.

Her cunt felt pretty good to his fingers, too. As for his cock, it was already standing up as hard and solid as it ever got, and that was very hard and solid indeed.

She spread her legs and he got on top of her. He kissed her neck, and fondled both of her breasts as he positioned his cock.

Betty trembled with anticipation. Maybe her husband was moody sometimes, but when he wanted to turn it on in the sex department, man, could he ever turn it on!

He eased the cock into her very slowly, and she gave a little sigh as she felt him fill her up. Frank had already flung back the blankets, and that meant that she could cross her legs over his back. He liked that. It made her cunt a lot tighter for his prick, and as far as he was concerned, friction was the name of the game.

With everything ready now, he started to work his hips back and forth, sliding his big dork on the pussy-juices she was so energetically secreting.

"Mmmmmm, you're my man!" she gasped. That gave him a moment's pause, when he realized that after all, unknown to her he was someone else's man, too.

The feeling of her cunt around his hard dick was too exciting for him to allow himself to be distracted for long, however, and his cock kept right on bucking.

Unlike her daughter, Betty had big tits, with really large, dark nipples. Frank realized that both kinds were great in their place. His daughter's small breasts symbolized her exciting immaturity, the fact that she was a fresh-picked rose. But his wife's big breasts represented her womanly ripeness, and there was certainly nothing unexciting about that!

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped as she felt his rod slam back and forth inside her. Of the various men she had in her life-she must have fucked with about five before marrying Frank-he was unquestionably the best. She hoped that he had gotten over the depression he seemed to be under at dinner. Judging from the vigor with which he was positioning her, she assumed that he had.

Betty felt shock after shock of electricity zing up her spine. Her cunt felt so tender that it could hardly bear to have his cock in it, and as for her clit and labia, she thought that if she had to feel them rub together one more time, she would go straight out of her mind. But it was all wonderful, and she wanted it to go on and on.

Frank knew that they were not far from their comes, however. He was really bucking away like mad now, and his cock almost felt numb. One or two more shoves were all that would be necessary.

He laid them into her, three more strokes in all. She felt her nerves tense even more, and then they let fly, as every muscle in her body unwound simultaneously. And as Frank felt her slide off into her come, his cock started to fire. Since that afternoon at the woods, it had had time to build up a good new supply of sperm, which it shot up into her, while the two of them clutched one another as tightly as they could.

"Never knew married sex could be that much fun, huh?" she said with a smile as he pulled out. The remark was meant as a pure joke, but it really helped bring Frank down to earth, reminding him of his incestuous infidelity. He covered up his feelings somewhat, and made some lighthearted answer. Then he kissed his wife tenderly, and rolled over to try and go to sleep.

He knew, though, that sleep was unlikely to come. Even without that remark of hers, he would have felt too guilty and worried to sleep.

The fuck with his wife had been great. As fine as any he had with Suzy. And he really loved Betty. The trouble was that he wanted both females, particularly since with one being just a young teenager, and the other being in her late thirties, they complemented each other so perfectly.

But he knew that that was not the sort of arrangement his wife wanted. She wanted him all to herself, and from a certain point of view, had a certain right to demand that, too. The fact that the fuck which they had just had was so good underlined the dilemma he was in. If his wife was frigid, or a bitch, he could have just written her off, and regarded whatever sex he had to give her as a duty. But since that was in no way the case, and she was in fact a very desirable woman whom he loved, the situation was very different. He knew that the last thing in the world he wanted would be to hurt her, and knew that the only way he could keep from hurting her would be by keeping up the lying and deceit that he so disliked and which clouded his relations with Suzy.

He knew it was going to be a long night.