Buck Fever

by Lubrican

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Chapter Four

Somehow, when Samantha perked up and got in a better mood, the clouds that had been hovering over them all disappeared. Bob had no idea how Mallory could know that he and her best friend had kissed and made up (literally!), but she did. Randy's mood improved too, but that was probably because, when she returned to the fire, Sam sat by him on the log and fed him S'mores. That, and the fact that Bob didn't send him any signals of displeasure.

Mallory had been sitting in a lawn chair, so when Bob came back to the fire he decided to sit beside her in the other one. He sat gingerly, but the webbing held.

"I can't wait," she whispered to Bob.

"Well you have to," he said. "It's only seven-thirty. We can't go to bed now."

"Why not?" she asked, grinning.

"Because we can't," he said.

"Can we go for a walk?" she asked. "That could be interesting."

He wondered if she'd followed him and Sam, and spied on them while they kissed. He didn't think so. She had no idea how to walk quietly in the woods, and he was sure if she'd been tromping around trying to follow them, he'd have heard her.

"You, my sweet niece, are what my mother used to call a hussy," he said, with a smile.

"Come on," she moaned. "I've waited so long!"

"Be patient. I haven't had sex for ten years," said Bob.

"Then you should be twice as horny as I am," she suggested.

Bob's eyes strayed to Sam and Randy. She was sliding her fingers into his mouth and having him suck them clean.

The erection his daughter had caused when she kissed him, and which had abated by half, suddenly surged back.

"You don't want me on top of you right now," he whispered.

"Yes I do," she argued.

"You wouldn't get any satisfaction," he said.

"Why?"

"Because right now I just want to fuck somebody."

"What do you think I've been asking for?"

"No, you don't understand. I'm a little too excited right now. If we did that now, the only person I'd be thinking about is me. All I'd do is ram it to you and rabbit fuck you until I blew my balls. You might not have any fun at all, and that wouldn't be fair to you. I think you have unrealistic expectations already, and all that would do is ruin it for you. We already talked about this. Your first time should be special for you."

She looked at him with a serious expression on her face.

"Okay," she said, quietly. "I think I get it. I've heard girls talking about guys who do that, and you're right. That's not what I want."

"Okay, then," he said. "Let me cool off a little bit."

"What do you want to do?" she asked. "I have to say, it's a little bit boring in the evenings, out here.

"We could play cards," he said.

She looked at the other two, who were talking quietly on the other side of the fire.

"Hey! You two want to play cards?"

They looked at each other, and then back at Mal. They didn't look excited.

"Come on. It's too early to go to bed, and I'm bored."

"What do you want to play?" asked Randy.

"Something fun. Something exciting," she said.

"It's just cards, Mal," said Sam. "How exciting could it be.?”

"It could be really exciting," said Mallory, "if we played strip poker."

Bob didn't groan as Mallory dealt the cards onto the makeshift table he'd made out of one of the coolers. He'd done a lot of groaning already, and had been chastised for it.

Instead, he simply picked up his cards and looked at them. He had a pair of tens.

As it turned out, a pair of tens won that hand.

"Now what?" asked Randy. They had agreed to play strip poker, but nobody had gone over any rules.

"Now all of you have to take something off," said Bob. For some reason he thought they'd rebel.

They didn't. And the girls didn't start with their shoes, either, like girls would have when Bob was their age.

Both took off their jackets. Randy followed suit.

"Brrrr," said Sam, folding her arms under her breasts.

"We could move inside," said Mallory. They had decided to play by the fire because it was warm and cheery.

"It's too crowded inside," said Sam.

"Who deals now?" asked Randy.

"I do," said Bob. "I'm to Mal's left."

He shuffled on his knee and then dealt onto the cooler, like Mal had.

Sam won that hand with three queens.

Bob took off his jacket and watched with interest as both Mallory and Randy removed their T shirts.

Mallory still wasn't wearing a bra.

"That's what I'm talking about," said Randy, grinning. Then he remembered who he was talking about ... and who was listening. He darted a glance at Bob, who was staring at Mallory's nipples, watching them stiffen in the cool air. She sat up straight and proud.

The next hand was a blow out, and the first full house of the game. Again, Bob had the winning hand.

"But that's only twos and fours," argued his daughter. "How can you win with only twos and fours? I have two kings!"

"Because it's still a full house," said Bob. “And a full house, any kind of full house, beats a pair ... any kind of pair."

"You probably cheated,” she said.

“How could I do that? Randy dealt the cards.”

“He wants to see my breasts too,” she said, truculently.

It would have been a pretty normal thing to say ... except for the only other person around the campfire she could be including in that “too”.

Well, the only other male.

The only one who noticed, though, was Mallory, whose eyebrows rose. She knew that Bob had some “unauthorized” interest in his daughter, at least in watching his daughter give a blow job to his nephew. But this suggested that Sam knew it too. And, since Sam had never shared that kind of information before - and they shared everything - ergo this knowledge must be relatively recently acquired.

Mal watched Bob’s face as Sam whipped her T shirt up and over her head. Her breasts were bigger and heavier than Mal’s, and Mal knew from experience that Sam’s breasts were probably bouncing a little bit right now, based on what she saw in her peripheral vision.

Bob’s mouth dropped open and he stared.

Mallory reached into his lap with her free hand. She squeezed an obvious lump.

“You are a pervert!” she hissed, softly.

“What are you talking about over there?” asked Sam, who sat just as tall and proud as her cousin had.

“Your father got a boner when you took your shirt off,” said Mallory.

“No way!” gasped Randy, who looked away from Sam’s naked breasts for the first time since they’d been bared.

“It’s no big deal,” said Sam. “He got one when I kissed him too. After all is said and done, he’s just a man. That’s all.”

“You kissed your dad?!” Randy gasped again.

“We had an argument,” said Sam in an offhand manner. “We had to kiss and make up.”

“Yeah, but you kissed your dad!” Randy felt it was important to say again.

“I kiss you, and you’re my cousin.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your dad,” he said.

“I’m going to bed with you tonight, not him,” snapped Sam.

“You are?” His eyes grew round in the firelight.

Mallory laughed.

“He doesn’t know?”

“I don’t know what?” asked Randy.

“I’m sleeping with Uncle Bob tonight," said his sister sweetly, "and Sam has decided tonight is your lucky night too.”

“Mallory!” growled Sam. “You are such a slut!”

“You’re sleeping with me tonight?” Randy’s voice sounded faint. Bob wondered if he might topple over without warning.

“It doesn’t mean anything is going to happen,” said Sam.

“Oh,” said Randy. He had heard that line of talk so many times before that he just accepted it.

“Well something’s going to happen in Uncle Bob’s bed,” said Mallory. “You can bet your booty on that.”

“Such a slut,” said Sam, shaking her head, sadly.

“Wait!” Randy’s voice was strident. “What about the pact?”

“He remembered!” crowed Mallory.

Sam stood up, a frown on her face.

“This game is stupid. I’m going to bed.”

Randy was up like his legs were made of thick spring steel.

“Can I come too?” he begged.

Mallory laughed.

Sam didn’t turn until she got to the camper. When she did, she stamped her foot. It made her breasts jiggle.

“Randy! Get your sorry butt over here!” she ordered.

He didn’t argue.

Bob sat, looking at the camper door. Finally, he looked over at Mallory.

“You goaded them into that,” he accused.

“I had to,” she said. “Well, not Randy. He’s probably on cloud nine right now. But Sam needed a little push.”

“That wasn’t the impression I got earlier," said Bob.

“Let me tell you something,” said Mallory.

“Okay,”

“I started talking about you ... about having sex with you, when I was twelve. At first, Sam was horrified. But I kept talking about how cool you were, and how handsome you were and all that kind of stuff. And I kept talking about it for years. I imagined out loud what you'd do to me, and how you'd treat me, and how I'd feel. And after a while she wasn’t so horrified any more. And you really are all of the things I said you were all those years. And I think I sort of rubbed off on her.”

Bob stared at her, remembering that kiss. It had been clear that Sam didn’t feel inhibited during that kiss.

“I think she feels about you pretty much like I feel about you,” said Mallory. “She just won’t admit it.”

“Wow,” said Bob.

“So, while she’s in there with him, she might be thinking about you.”

“Fuck,” said Bob, softly.

“And I probably shouldn’t have told you that, because now, while you’re with me, you might be thinking of her.”

Bob looked around, and decided he couldn’t lie to her.

“Maybe,” he said.

“Do you like me?” she asked. She suddenly sounded exactly like what she was - a girl in high school.

“Very much,” he said, seriously. “In fact, you have no idea how much I like you. If I didn’t like you, I’d have spanked you instead of copping a feel of your breasts.”

“I know I don’t love you,” she said. “I mean I know I’m not in love with you. I do love you. You make me so horny I could scream. But I don’t want to marry you or anything like that. I just want you to fuck me. A lot. I know that’s crazy, because I’ve never let any boy fuck me before, so I don’t actually know what it’s going to feel like. I just believe it’s going to be fantastic, because it will be with you. Does that make sense?”

“It does,” said Bob.

“Can you explain it to me?” she asked.

“Maybe,” he said. “Sex can be a joyful, happy thing, or it can be awful, and there’s rarely anything in-between. At least that’s my experience. When the couple know each other and love each other, then sex is a gift they share. It’s great. But when it might hurt someone else, like when married people cheat, for example, or when it’s just fucking for fucking’s sake and doesn’t really mean anything, then it isn’t really all that much fun. Usually that's because there is guilt, or fear involved. That’s when it’s awful, and you wish it hadn’t even happened. You get off, but it isn't very satisfying.”

Well, I know you, and I love you, and I know you love me,” she said.

“Yes. The issue is that it could cause problems if other people found out about it. That’s what I meant by hurting other people.”

“You mean my mother,” said Mallory.

“I don’t think she would approve,” said Bob, his voice wry.

“But why should she even care? I mean it’s you, not some stranger.”

“Parents don’t think about it like that,” said Bob.

“You’re letting Randy fuck Sam,” she argued.

“Let’s agree not to call it ‘fucking’ any more, okay?” Bob said, wincing a little. “Fucking is what animals do. People make love.”

“That sounds kind of lame,” said Mallory.

“That’s because you’re young,” said Bob. “And that’s one reason why I’m still a little reluctant to do this with you. Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re gorgeous, and sexy as all get out, but making love is something really special, and you might be too young to understand that.”

“Please don’t back out,” she said, her eyes worried.

“Tell you what,” he said. “Instead of letting me pop your cherry, how about you let me teach you how to make love instead?”

“Yes,” she said, instantly.

“You have to pay attention,” he said, hiding a smile at how transparent she was.

“I promise!” she said, urgently.

“You really don't want to be a virgin any longer, do you,” he sighed.

“Desperately,” she sighed in return.

When they went into the camper Mallory had her shirt back on. That’s because she’d gotten cold, even sitting by the fire, and they had talked for another hour. They had talked about all sorts of things, but mostly it was Bob telling her stories about girls he’d known and how he’d felt about them, and things they had done, and how all that had turned out. He talked about the importance of foreplay, and that having good sex involved a lot of self-control. He talked about how important it was for lovers to communicate well, so that each knew what the other liked, and didn’t like, and wanted and didn’t want.

She actually yawned before Bob realized he might be giving her more information than she was ready for.

Naturally, he looked toward the back of the camper when they closed the door after them, but the only light was from the night light, and Bob’s eyes were still pin-pointed from staring into the fire as he put it out, and all he could see was what looked like a lump of blankets back there. He knew it was Randy and his baby girl, but he couldn’t see them clearly. And there wasn’t frenetic movement, such as there might be if Randy was pounding it to her.

He turned the thermostat up on the heater and heard the whoosh of the propane igniting in the burner. When he turned around, Mallory was already naked, waiting for him by the ladder that led to the cab-over sleeper.

To his eyes she looked like a goddess as depicted by long-dead artists. His eyes were already adapting to the dark, and he could see a glint of red in her hair. All of her skin was pale, except where dark points graced the tips of her breasts. He already knew she shaved her pubes. Her bald pussy had been the very first he'd pushed his face into. He had liked it a lot.

He had plans, in fact, for doing that again in a few minutes.

He got out of his clothes, aware she was watching him. He felt proud that he could capture the attention of a good looking young woman.

When he was naked, she turned and climbed the ladder. He helped by pushing on her butt cheeks, and she giggled. Then he climbed after her, aware of how much less room there was with two people in the sleeper.

She was waiting for him, lying on her side. He couldn’t see her, but he felt her with his hands.

She wanted to kiss him, something they hadn’t done a lot of earlier, and he decided this was a good time for a practical lesson on the role kissing played in foreplay.

Ten minutes later, he slid his knee between her thighs and she ground her pussy against it, writhing against him as they made out.

He abandoned her lips to suck her nipples, and reached to rub her pussy, but did not penetrate her with his finger.

He had already decided he would, in fact, divest her of her troublesome virginity that night, and the first thing he wanted her to feel inside her was his prick.

Ten minutes later she was gasping for air.

“Pleease,” she whined.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “We have all the time in the world.”

“I feel like I’m going to explode,” she moaned.

He knew she was ready. Her folds were soaked with slippery, sexual fluids.

He rolled on top of her and her legs flew apart in welcome.

He didn’t ask her if she was sure. She made that clear by fumbling for his prick and, with some instinct Mother Nature had provided, brought the tip of his cock to her opening. Her hips were moving so much, though, that he slipped upwards and the bottom of his shaft scraped along her clit.

“Ohhh fuck,” she groaned, with impatience.

He had meant to enter her slowly, but she was moving so much that, once he felt the tip of his penis catch in her again, he pushed harder than he’d planned. Quite suddenly half of his cock was encased in smoking hot pussy. His own patience fled as the urge to be all the way in her took over and, in another second and a half, he felt the tip of his cock plow into her cervix.

“Ohhhh fuuuuck,” she whined.

He couldn’t tell if she was feeling pain, or something else, but again, she told him without words as her hands came to his ass cheeks and pulled.

“Oh shit,” she sobbed. “It’s happening already!”

It turned out that Mallory, with a penis in her instead of a finger or tongue, had very loud orgasms. At least this first one was.

Her extended shriek of completion brought a shout from the back of the camper.

“Daddy!” yelled Sam. “Don’t hurt her!”

Bob stopped, frozen as Mallory’s pussy muscles fluttered and then clamped hard around him. He pushed harder and wiggled a little, just to enhance what she was feeling, and she wailed again.

A dark silhouette was suddenly at the opening of the sleeper berth.

“Daddy!” It was Samantha.

“Go away!” gasped Mallory. “He’s not hurting me.”

“Are you sure?” Sam’s voice held worry.

“Oh fuck yes I’m sure. It’s even better than I dreamed. Please go away, Sam. You have him all the time. Let me have my share.”

The dark shape became less dark as Sam backed up.

Bob thought about how crazy this whole scenario was, but then the feel of the girl under him took over again and he set about getting another howl from her.

Ten minutes later, as he rocked slowly on top of her, he happened to glance to the side.

Now his night vision was acute, and the night light seemed to light up the interior of the camper.

And now he saw Randy’s naked butt rising and falling frantically back there, shining pale in the dim light.

He was astonished at how seeing that caused his balls to erupt.

It happened “just like that.” One second he was languidly sliding in and out of an extremely grateful and energetic Mallory, and the next the urge to spew was unbearable.

He powered in hard enough to move her the last inch between her head and the side of the camper.

There was a soft thud as her head hit.

And then he released strong jets of warm semen inside a woman for the first time in a decade.

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