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CHAPTER FOUR

Lilly could hardly believe what she saw through the keyhole.

"Jeez," she whispered to herself, her eyes widening, "Mom's… Mom's putting her hand on Daddy where it's nasty! Wow, I gotta see this!"

Inside the room, Curt was giving in fast. He grinned at Karol and said, "Okay, baby, I'm convinced."

She smiled as she pressed her hand deeper into his jockey shorts, unwittingly providing her young daughter with an increasingly erotic view. She moistened the surfaces of her lips with a dart of her tongue as she spoke.

"You mean I've finally convinced you the girls aren't anything to worry about?" she asked.

"No, just that I'm getting such a hard-on for your hot juicy cunt that I've gotta have some of it – daughters or no daughters!" he exclaimed.

Lilly watched in awe as her father upended her mother in the middle of the bed and made a grab for her blouse. The move caused her hand to come out of his shorts, but now it was Daddy who was being the nasty one in her place. He was unbuttoning Mom's blouse and getting up in bed with his knees over her prostrate body.

Lilly put her hand over her mouth in amazement, squelching the words she was about to whisper. She couldn't take a chance on getting caught at a time like this.

Wow, she thought to herself, there's… there's Daddy's thing! Just sticking right out where, you can see it, too… every bit of it. Once a long time ago when I saw him in the bathroom peeing, it didn't look anything at all like – it's so big now!

Lilly felt a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach as she looked on. At first it was fear, fear at seeing for the first time some of the things that went on in her parents bedroom… things that she had never thought of before. But then the feeling in her stomach changed. For a minute she thought she might be going to get sick. The sight of her father with his big, red penis exposed was too much for her. But no, it wasn't a sick feeling in her stomach, exactly, she realized. It was really strange though, and different than anything she could remember. It was all funny and kind of… fluttery. Sort of a warm, fluttery sensation that somehow seemed to embarrass her and at the same time to make her feel good. It was a little bit scary, somehow, yet she wanted to keep watching and letting her stomach feel that way. She glued her eye to the keyhole and watched with fast-beating heart.

"Here, lover," Karol said, "let me help. This is too slow. I want my tits naked for you right now."

She quickly sloughed off the blouse and Curt feasted his eyes on her tight-fitting bra. The soft, smooth flesh of her big tits overflowed the cups and created sensual wrinkles of plump skin at the top of the straining undergarment.

"Then here's what you were after, honey," he said, coming out of his pants and underwear. He tossed them off the bed and stood kneeling in front of her with his stiff prick waving like a big stuffed knockwurst. He was red in the face.

"Yeah, baby," she cried enthusiastically. "That's what I wanted, okay."

As she spoke she reached behind her back for the clasp of her brassiere strap and jerked it loose. Her bounteous jugs came bursting from their confinement.

Jeez, thought Lilly as she looked on, them are really big ones. I must have seen Mom with her bra off before sometime or other, but I didn't notice how big her boobies were!

Now they weren't talking. But the things they were doing to each other made their young daughter's eyes pop.

Curt hugged his wife's tits tightly against his chest and planted his lips on hers. She immediately opened her mouth and let him inside, presenting her hot tongue to his. But she wanted more of him, more of him and more of him fast.

She moved her hands in frenzy across his chest and nailed the top button, then quickly took care of the rest. The sight of his curly hairs made her more eager than ever. She pulled the garment off and crushed her naked tits to his now-naked torso. The two of them clutched each other firmly and wrapped their arms and hands back as though they couldn't stand to be even that far away. All that covered Curt's body now were his pants around his lower legs. Karol took care of that in short order and Lilly looked on as her father lay buck naked on the soft resilience of her mother's curves.

She still had her lower clothes on, but not for long. Curt snaked them off fast, leaving her in nothing but her panties. He was damned glad she wasn't wearing panty hose – he was to the point where he wanted the feel of her naked skin against his legs and even the sheer sexy material of panty hose would have been too much.

"Go on, lover," Lilly heard her mother moan. Then some words she could barely make out. Something about how she "couldn't wait" and something about "panties" and "your big beautiful prick" and once she even heard her mom say the words "hot, sweaty cunt" and "a good thorough fucking."

When Lilly heard that she grew red in the face and slapped her hand over her mouth in amazement. She'd only heard that word a very few times and every time it had been naughty, older girls that said it. She knew it was a terrible word and couldn't believe that her mom would speak such language.

Now her dad was on top of her mom and had his big thing between her legs. Lilly could see the thick shaft of it and the twin weights of his curly-haired balls every time he raised up. He had his knees between her mom's legs and was working his body up and down, letting his big swollen thing… my gosh, he was jamming right between the lips of her mom's naked cunny – and she was letting him do it and was wiggling her bottom around on the bed like she wanted him to keep on doing it more and more!

She saw how wet the exposed skin of her parents' organs had become and marveled at it. The only time her tiny little cunny ever got that wet was when she was in the bath tub. And even then it wasn't so red-looking like her mom's was. She watched her dad's body rise up and down over the shamelessly naked form of her mom, and saw how the two of them were sweating. Big drops of sweat ran down his ass and down the slopes of her mom's big boobies and off the smooth skin of her stomach.

Lilly saw how thick and furry-looking the hair grew between her mom's thighs and mentally compared it with her own barely pubescent little mound. Would she ever have a cunny as covered with hairs as that, she wondered? Unconsciously she dropped a hand between her legs and touched herself in the crotch, aware that she sported only two or three hairs there. She had her clothes on, so all she did was graze her fingers across the tight material of her clothes that stretched tautly over her young pussy. But even that was enough to confirm the utter childishness of her organs compared with those of her mother – it would be an awfully long time, obviously, before she sported a big muff of womanly hair between her slender thighs.

Her dad was hunching faster in the bedroom. Her eyes were transfixed by the sight of his fat instrument sliding in and out between the damp, smooth columns of her mom's legs.

"Oh… oh Jesus, Curt," moaned Karol. "You're filling me full of it, you're giving me just what I need. Come on, lover, come on and… ahhh, that's the way, push it all the way back to my guts – you won't hurt me, go ahead and shove it in… oh… oh God!"

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna ream your out good and proper… here, how do you like this," he cried, baring down on her. "How's this feel back in there where your cunt's so damned hot and horny, huh? How does that do you?"

Karol's curvy body was plastered so tightly to his that Lilly couldn't even see any space between her breasts and Curt's curly chest. Her mouth was open but her lips just seemed to hang loosely as his strong shaft plunged in and out of her juicy fuck hole. The only sound coming from her lips was a continuing, low moan punctuated from time to time by a few sharp gasps.

In their mounting passion, Curt plowed her body deep into the bed with every stroke. Finally the motion managed to turn them sideways on the bed till Lilly was presented with an entirely new view. Although she could no longer make out any words they were mouthing, the new angle gave the youngster plenty to occupy herself with. Her mother's feet spread widely apart, the soles toward the door, and her father's muscular ass bobbed up and down farther up, between her thighs. Lilly had a perfect view of the angry, reddened shaft of his big prick as it surged in and out of her mother's moist cunt.

She saw that the lips were flushed and shiny with moisture, and that they seemed to quiver violently every time her dad sunk his strong tool between them. His big balls were now exposed from the back, and she could see them swing against the tightly compressed crack of her mom's asshole.

Wow, Lilly thought, I knew there was some kind of secret stuff they did together in the bedroom but I had no idea it was… was like this! It… it gets me all funny in my cunt to see them do things like they're doing. I gotta try to sneak a peek as often as I can. Maybe I can catch them at it again if I…

But her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of Kelly's footsteps entering the house. Lilly took one last desperate look through the keyhole, then dashed down the hall and into her bedroom before Kelly had a chance to catch her.

Inside the master bedroom, Curt and Karol grunted and twisted their heated bodies together just as before. The absence of Lilly at the keyhole was totally irrelevant to their spirited fucking. She grabbed him hard around the neck and rubbed her tits against him so hard they almost bruised. She caught a look at his screwed-up face and knew he couldn't last much longer. Gripping his thighs between her calves, she clinched her excited pussy tighter against his swollen cock and brought herself nearer and nearer to release.

Oh God, she thought frenziedly to herself. I'd love to have that beautiful hunk of meat in me for another hour, but if he's about to shoot off in there I'm gonna get my cookies too!

She started her ass moving under him faster and faster. Pretty soon her juicy cunt was slapping the sides of his cock with the speed of an outboard motor. Curt felt the spunk swell up from his balls, then the tension built up at the base of his prick and he sensed the quick, maddeningly pleasurable pressure of an oncoming orgasm. He grunted like a bear and let it happen. He climaxed like a rocket and felt the tip of his hungry cock erupt with a thick stream of spunk.

Karol felt the steamy come shoot against the insides of her ravenous pussy. It was all she needed to bring her to flash-temperature – she bit her lips and came like a bitch dog in heat.

Even as his cock began to subside from its rock-hard state, she continued to ram her plump cunt around it for several seconds, milking the beloved instrument of all possible pleasure. A smaller, secondary orgasm filled her groin and when it hit, she fell back on the bed exhausted and wonderfully satisfied.

Later as they lay getting their wind back, Karol took his cock in her hand and patted it affectionately. It was soft now, but it had done its job well.

"Damn it, honey," she told him, "you don't know how bad I've been needing that. It didn't seem to bother you all that much not being able to get in each other's pants while we were up camping, but it sure got to me. I was really hot to have this nice little thing swell up and ream my cunt out for me."

Curt thought he heard a thinly disguised complaint in her voice. He couldn't have her suspecting that he didn't have as much time for her as in the past, because of how much pussy he was getting from Kelly on the side.

"I don't know what makes you think I wasn't missing it just as much as you were," he was quick to say.

He leaned up and licked her naked nipple. "Don't you think I got as hot as a bastard seeing you around camp and not being able to fuck you as much as usual? Remember, we both decided we better lay off because of how close the girls were to us. It wasn't just me."

His claim of desiring her made her feel better. Strictly speaking, what he said was true. It was just that she had the idea he wasn't quite as interested in fucking her as he used to be. She smiled down at him as he caressed her nipple with his tongue.

"Well, you have to admit I gave you the next best thing to a good fuck when we were up there," she said.

Curt recalled with pleasure the night she had mouthed him off, putting her lips around his cock and working on it till he came. She did it that way so they wouldn't make enough noise for the girls to hear from their bunks in the tent next door.

"You sure did, honey," he admitted. "And you know how much I love to have you go down on me, too."

Karol beamed under his compliment. She looked down into his eyes as he playfully toyed with her nipple. She knew, all right. But she happened to like giving a suck job about as much as he did receiving one from her. And speaking of sucking, his lips were beginning to feel awfully good on her taut, sensitive nipple.

He saw her start sinking into a mood of deep languor, so he stopped short and kissed her on the mouth. Then he hopped from bed.

"Hold on, baby," he chided. "Don't go getting yourself all worked up again, now. We've already been in here a long time, you know. The girls are going to be getting hungry pretty soon. Me too, as far as that goes. Don't you think you better get some dinner cooking?"

Reluctantly, Karol agreed. They both enjoyed a nice shower and she set to work while he hit the refrigerator for a cold beer and turned on the television. She started to kid him about how easy he was having it, but held back. Tomorrow when he had to go back to work, it would be his turn to be on the short side of things and her turn to enjoy relaxing in front of the television set.

Karol called the girls to help her with a few things but only Lilly showed up. She said that Kelly had gone over to a girlfriend's house. To Jeannie's, she thought. Curt overheard and yelled to his wife.

"It better be to Jeannie's," he said. "She better not be trying to meet that hippy boyfriend of hers again. She knows damn good and well she's only supposed to see him twice a week."

Karol told him to keep his shirt on, there was no reason whatsoever for them to think Kelly had gone to meet Rex. As Lilly helped around the kitchen, Karol thought she caught the girl eyeing her sort of strangely but she dismissed it from her mind. If she had had the slightest idea that young Lilly had been spying on her and Curt in the bedroom, she'd have known the reason for the expression on the girl's face.

After dinner Kelly called home to say she was at Jeannie's house. When Curt asked why she hadn't told them where she was going before she left, Kelly said, with a trace of acid in her voice, "Because I couldn't find either one of you, Dad, that's why. You were both off in your bedroom if I'm not mistaken."

Curt understood the reason for her barbed comment. She was a little bit jealous of him making love to Karol. Actually, it kind of pleased him for her to react that way. It meant she loved the cock he was giving her every once in a while and that she would give him lots more in the future. When she asked if she could stay at Jeannie's a lot later, he gave his permission.

"But not all night, young lady," he warned her.

"Oh Daddy," she answered. "What's wrong… afraid I won't be around for you to feel up if you manage to slip away from Mom for a few minutes? Is that it?"

Even though Curt knew that Karol couldn't possibly hear Kelly's words, he froze when he heard them. If she was talking from Jeannie's house… but no, Kelly was undoubtedly out of earshot from any of them. She knew better than to be so careless with her mouth.

He recovered his composure. "Just be good," he told her, "and come on home by midnight or so."

He started to hang up but her voice was still on the line. The little minx. She was teasing him on purpose, knowing he could hear her but her mother couldn't.

"Oh, I'll be good, Dad," she cooed sweetly, "I'll be good and when I come home you can give me a little kiss for getting home in time, huh? A little kiss, and maybe a little feel, Dad, too. Right? You can stick your hand under my blouse and give my tits a nice working over when Mom isn't looking. Or if we're really lucky, we might even have enough time for you to sneak your fingers into my panties and give me a little attention there… in my pussy, Dad… how would that be?"

Then she hung up the phone. He grinned to himself. The little tease. She knew damned well it got him hot as hell to have her talk like that. Especially when he was in a situation where he couldn't do a damned thing about it.

He glanced around uneasily to see if Karol was anywhere near him. She wasn't and he let out a sigh of relief. His cock had swollen as Kelly talked on, and he didn't relish the idea of having to hide it from Karol as they ate. He made a quick trip to the bath room and washed the head of it in cold water to make it deflate.

But while the rest of the Carson family ate dinner, Kelly was occupied with matters a long way removed from eating. She had called from Jeannie's house, all right. That much had been true. But she wasn't going to be there until midnight. She was actually going to be spending those few hours with Jeannie's boyfriend, David. To her surprise – and carefully concealed delight – he had dropped by to tell Jeannie he couldn't take her out that night as planned. He had to help his uncle move, he told her. When Kelly heard that, she suddenly became interested in getting back home fast. Could he drop her off, maybe, Kelly asked Jeannie?

Unaware of her devious plans, Jeannie asked David to drop Kelly off in his car and he complied. Hmmmm… maybe a little too fast, in fact, Jeannie thought to herself as the two of them walked down the driveway. Oh well, he might try to get fresh with Kelly – but Kelly wouldn't let him get far. Rex was her boyfriend. And besides, Kelly was one of her best friends. Even if she wasn't going with anyone in particular, Kelly wouldn't make a play for the boyfriend of one of her closest girl friends. Jeannie didn't realize, however, that she knew Kelly far less than she thought she did.

They were hardly a half block away in David's car when he turned to Kelly and asked her if she had to be home right away for real, or if it was a gag.

Kelly was indignant. "What do you mean, a gag?" she asked.

"Don't get shook," he grinned, his strong white teeth flashing. "I just now told Jeannie a little fib myself – I don't really have to help anybody move tonight. I thought you just might have been feeding her the bull yourself."

Kelly claimed she had done no such thing. She really did have to be home soon. But when she asked David why he had lied, he turned to her with a confident smile and baldly replied, "Oh, just thought I might get a chance to be alone with you for a while. I've been wanting to know you a lot better than I do, Kelly, that's all. But you're always with that dumb klutz, Rex."

She was flattered by his open admission he was interested in her, but she didn't want to admit she felt the same way about him. She denied his innuendos and talked back to him.

"So Rex is a klutz, huh?" she said. "And I guess you're a big Romeo, right? Is that the scene?"

He loved the way she looked when she was coming on haughty like that, with her long hair down her shoulders and her nose imperiously stuck in the air. He bet she was really a looker underneath her clothes where it really counted, too.

"I'll never tell," he smugly retorted. "There might be a few girls around who'd say that, though. If you didn't have to run home to Mommy so soon, I might show you and let you make up your own mind."

In one way his superior air irritated the hell out of Kelly. But in another way – in the deep core of her femininity – there was an almost magnetic attraction. Rex never talked that way, was never that sure of himself. David was definitely a different kind of guy. But the question was, did she want to find out just how different? And the crack about her having to get home to Mommy made her blood boil. She'd play his own little game, she decided.

"Ha!" she chortled. "What makes you think I want to know you any better than I already do? For your information, Mr. Smart Ass, I don't have to 'run home to Mommy'. If I wanted to, I could just call up and tell my folks I'd be a little late."

She wouldn't have him know she'd already made the call from Jeannie's house.

"Oh, I don't know," he answered. "I just can't believe you're that much different from other girls. I mean, I don't usually get exactly what you'd call the cold shoulder from most chicks."

His arrogance was pissing Kelly off but she had to admit that what he was saying was true. It was mainly the way he was saying it that turned her off.

"I'll admit I'm no different from most other guys," he went on, keeping on the same subject. "So why should you be different from most other chicks? I mean, hell Kelly, when I take a good look at your bra and see how well you're put together, or when I get a break and get to see up your skirt a little ways higher than usual – I get really turned on. Just like any other guy does when he sees the same thing. You aren't going to tell me you don't know what a sharp-looking chick you are, now are you?"

His line was insidious. She might have even begun to fall for it if it hadn't been for that reference to her bra. She didn't like guys getting that personal with her so quickly.

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "When you 'take a good look at my bra', huh? Well, it just so happens I'm not even wearing a bra today. So I guess that means you just don't know what you're talking about. And as far as copping a look up my skirt, I…"

"No shit?" he blurted, cutting her short. "You really aren't wearing a bra underneath your shirt? Come on, you gotta be. No chick's got a pair that nice without having a little support and shaping. You telling me you're naked all the way under there?"

His compliment was so unexpected and sincere that she was taken back. She was quite proud of her adorably shaped, high-pointed tits – but she'd never had a boy be so effusive and so… so sexy about the way she talked about them. Yet there was an implied challenge in his words. She couldn't let him think she was wearing some kind of damn falsies under there.

Quick as a wink, she pulled her shirt up and exposed the succulent mounds of her juicy young tits to his eyes, then jerked it back down just as quickly. He had his eyes on the road and barely got a peek at them before she had them covered again.

"Well," she asked, her voice bright with pride, "see any sign of a bra over 'em?"

He slowed the car and pulled up a side street as he spoke. "Come on, Kelly," he cried. "That's not fair. Jesus, you can't just up and show those things off to a guy while he's driving – with no warning – and expect him to get a look at them. If you aren't afraid, let's see 'em again. Now I can look at 'em without crashing into a telephone pole or another car."

He stopped the car behind an old garage. It looked dark and quiet all around, like nobody would be coming by. It made Kelly feel sexy to be there with him.

"Or are you still sweating calling your Mom?" he said. "You have to check in with her if you're going to be a few minutes late?"

She laughed softly. "Well, I'm not afraid… no. I showed them to you once, didn't I? Wasn't my fault if you can't drive good enough to keep the car in the road and look at them at the same time, is it? And don't worry about me calling my folks. That's cool. Just worry about your eyes if you can't see any better than that."

It was David's turn to be on the defensive. She was certainly a sharp-tongued little number, he was finding out. But he liked the direction their cat-and-mouse game was taking. He was getting the hots for her so bad he could taste it, too.

"Maybe I didn't get a very good look at them," he exclaimed, sliding across the seat toward her, "but you better believe I'll sure feel 'em good."

He ran his hand adeptly under her loose-bottomed shirt and was rewarded with a handful of some of the smoothest, firmest titty-skin he'd ever felt.

"David!" she exclaimed. "What the hell do you think you're doing, anyway? You just better…"

But he cut her short. "Hey, wait a minute, love," he told her, his voice rich and sexy, "aren't you the chick that just said she wasn't interested in me? Honey, if you mean what you said then you ought to be able to let me put my hands on you without even getting the least bit hot and bothered – right? Of course, on the other hand, if you are beginning to go for me a little…"

He was confusing her. And not only with his words. He had a full hand on one of her tits now and she still hadn't done anything about it. And with his other hand he was already unbuttoning her shirt!

His handsome face was looming over her now, just inches away from the smoothness of her cheeks and lips. Her voice was quieter this time, and tinged with an edge of frank arousal.

"Can anybody see us here?" she asked guardedly. "Will there be anybody passing by here?"

Her lips were soft and moist, only inches below the hard lines of his own mouth. He raised his forearms, spreading the front of her shirt wide open, and put his other hand on her other tit.

"Not a chance, baby," he said huskily. "Not a chance. I know this place well."

And his lips fell on hers. She stubbornly kept them closed, even going so far as to make them firmer. The only result was that her cute little turned-up nose became even cuter than usual. The heat and wetness of his lips on hers was too much for her to fight for very long. Gradually she felt her lips begin to tremble softly, as though unable to withstand any more contact without giving in and doing what they wanted to do. The trembly feeling floated down and seemed to take control of her entire torso. She felt her sensitive tits shake under his firm grip and knew a brand new thrill, different and more exciting than when her dad touched her there.

Her long lashes fluttered as she felt him draw her in. The hard buttons of his shirt pressed into her succulent, pneumatic tits and suddenly his arms were behind her, forcing her closer to his body. But force was becoming less and less necessary. The little plan she'd worked out in the back of her mind was coming true – at last she was getting the thrill of having new hands on her young, naked curves. And they were the hands of a handsome guy her own age instead of her lecherous father's hands. It felt great to have Dad's there usually – but the feeling of having a strange male touch her secret places was even more exciting than that.

She allowed him to squirm facing her. He buried his face in her neck and the sensation of his hot, wet lips kissing her up and down its length was fantastic. If she hadn't been completely sure before, she was becoming so very rapidly. But she was still holding out for what she wanted. She wasn't about to let David call all the shots – even if he was the second male to ever get her this hot in her entire life.

She felt his mouth open against her skin before she heard his words come out.

"Sonofabitch," he whispered passionately, "I take it all back, Kelly. You got the finest set of jugs I ever had my hands on. I mean it… Jesus, are you ever built!"

It was dark in the car but Kelly knew in her mind's eye what he was talking about. She should have. She had spent enough time staring at the naked beauty of those same tits herself. It wasn't that they were so gigantic, she knew, but rather that they were so perfectly formed that they stood high and proud on her chest with the fullest succulence and the tautest, prettiest little nipples imaginable.

David dropped his face lower down her torso, past her collar bone and still heading south. She knew damned well he must be about to plaster his mouth on one of her beauties and couldn't wait to feel it. In seconds his tongue was avidly working on a hard, hot little nipple.

To his surprise, she not only allowed it but urged him on. He felt her hands on the back of his head, firmly but gently pressing his face to her damp skin. But just when he was enjoying an entire mouthful of tit, he felt her hands pushing him down still farther.

Astonished at her actions, he balked for a second.

"Hey, what gives?" he asked.

"Now that you're in my clothes," she breathed huskily, "I want your mouth on more of me than just my tits, David. What's the matter – haven't you ever eaten a chick out before?"