Chapter 10

"You and me?" Karen blinked at her stepcousin. "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 stepcousin 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 stepcousin 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 stepcousin. "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.