"Camping with daddy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tate Paul)

CHAPTER ONE

The campfire in front of the small camper pick-up truck crackled and spit, sending orange sparks of light flying through the air to land on the dew moistened earth and die. Two silhouettes, a man and a girl, outlined in the reddish pink of the fire sat by it, the small piles of their food and cooking utensils stacked next to them.

"Good to have you with me again, baby," the man, slightly greying at the temples, but ruggedly handsome, said to the blonde girl looking admiringly over at him.

"Oh Daddy, you don't know how good it is to be back with you again too," she answered, closing her eyes and shaking her beautiful head as if she couldn't believe it. Then her face saddened for a moment. "If-if only Mom could have been here too," she finally said softly, as if it were a forbidden subject.

The man's eyes hardened, then immediately softened again. "Now honey, you know we don't talk about her. I know the divorce between your mother and I was as hard on you as me, but it's something we've got to forget. I've got custody of you for the next two weeks and we're going to see every part of the Louisiana Bayous there are to see before you have to go back to her."

Sally Grover ran her fingers through her sand-gritty scalp, brushing a baby-fine wisp back into the long mane of fine, blonde hair that waved and cascaded down her shoulders to her waist. She smiled apologetically across the fire at her father, Brad. He took another bite of his barbecued steak. The corners of his deep liquid eyes flashing yellow from the campfire, wrinkled up happily. He took in the shadowy vision of loveliness before him: smooth ivory skin, uptilting deep blue eyes with a tendency to turn green, high slanting cheekbones that gave a slightly exotic wicked-looking cast to her otherwise classically sculpted face.

The path of his gaze stopped abruptly at her well-formed delicately, curving neck now sunburned from the day in the rowboat they had brought along with them for fishing. Sally shuddered against the approaching evening cold, her bikini-covered body burning the lushly curving outlines of her well-developed body in her father's brain. Hot damn! But she had one of the most sensuous bodies he had ever seen: high lifted, huge, closely placed tits, a sudden hourglass waist that blossomed again into smooth moon-shaped hips, firm, full swelling little ass-cheeks and thighs that flowed down over small beautifully shaped calves into tiny ankles. Why the hell did she have to be his own daughter?

Brad swallowed the last mouthful of his steak, and setting his metal survival kit plate on the log beside him, reached down to twirl the end of the half-burned stick that supported a whitely foaming marshmallow on the tilting end.

"What about a couple of marshmallows for dessert?" Brad's blue eyes flashed orange in the fire's light. "I know this isn't exactly like dinner at MacDonald's, but damn, I'm hungry from rowing all day."

"Me too," mumbled Sally through her choking swallows. The approaching evening cold was causing goose bumps over her scantily clad body and she reached down for her sweat shirt that lay in a brown heap beside her.

Brad watched her, and for a brief moment their eyes locked. "I sure am glad to have you with me, honey. I've missed you being around."

She shrugged her suntanned shoulders and shuddered, rubbing her palms over her knees to calm her trembling body. "I… I've missed you too, Daddy. It… it's been horrible without you." She raised her head to stare into her fathers warmly soothing gaze. Her father had a strength about him she cherished and needed. Her eyes brimming with tears, her mouth twitching to fight back the signs of misery, she swallowed hard before speaking. "Oh, Dad," she choked, unable to continue, her voluptuous body rising from her camping chair and swaying toward the tree jutting from the earth behind her as though she were going to faint.

Instinctively, he rushed to his feet and caught her in his arms. He could feel her trembling like a leaf.

"Come on, baby," he whispered soothingly. "It's something both of us have to get over. Can't let yesterday ruin tomorrow." His daughter's answer was a burst of tears and she buried her face in his shoulder.

Brad held the girl close while she sobbed. He stood awkwardly, his arms around her, not knowing just what to do. He had the strange, feeling, suddenly, that he was at this moment, closer to Sally than he'd ever been to anybody in his life. He stroked her back, hoping that it would stem the flood of tears, and as he did so, he became increasingly aware that the supple, pliant flesh under the sweat shirt was warm and smooth to the touch. Her tits pressed hotly into his chest.

"Come on, let's talk about something else. Let's talk about your boy friends." She wailed louder.

"Okay, then I'll talk about my girl friends." He tried to sound jovial but it was ineffectual at best.

Holding her close, he stared out to the moonlit tide moving slowly up the bayous. Its wetness contrasted icily with the blazing fire. Closing his eyes, with flaring nostrils, he smelled the warm wet dew.

A hot shiver raced down his spine and turned to blazing heat in his balls. The deep emotions he felt there for his daughter were more than empathy, he realized with a shuddering start. He stared out over the empty expanse of the swamp where giant, moss-lined trees covered the horizon, letting his eyes trail to the forested recesses leading back miles to nowhere in this God-forsaken land.

And he had to be with his daughter! What a perfect spot it would have been to fuck a gorgeous girl, cuddled up in a sleeping bag with a warm, naked body. He glanced down into the fire again, realizing if he didn't put on another log, it was going to go out completely. He resolved not to think about pussy any more. It was too dangerous with this little minx so close.

"Hey, kid, gotta tend the fire. You okay now?" he whispered, stepped back, arms still on her trembling shoulders. Silently, she nodded her head, her blonde hair falling to shroud her tear-strained face.

Kneeling down on one knee, Brad slipped a splintered half-log onto the blazing cones and stepped back to admire the sudden, shooting flares. From his lowered position he couldn't help but notice his daughter's lithe legs, goose bumped and naked, shining orange in the fire's light.

Impulsively, typical of his fatherly concern, he blurted, "Are you still a virgin?" He had to know.

"Oh, Daddy!" she half-giggled, rubbing her eyes with clenched, thankful, perhaps subconsciously, that the awful, subject of her parents' divorce had been discussed and left behind again. The emotion and agony had been shared; at least she knew now that it had not been her burden alone.

"Well, are you?" he teased.

She pooched out her lips, feeling more relaxed now after her cry, and nodded.

"A body like that, and you're still a virgin?" he smirked playfully. "You wouldn't be puttin' me on now, would ya?"

"No, really, I'm telling you the truth!" She sounded defensive and he still wasn't sure he was being told the truth. With tits and an ass like that, some kid had to have fucked her at one point or another.

Sally sat back, down on the camping chair, rubbing her knees with her sweat shirt muffed hands. "Think I'll put my Levi's on now," she announced, strolling over to the camper where their suitcases leaned against the side of it.

Brad watched as she bent over to open the latches, feeling his cock harden against his will in his pants. Jesus, but she was a beautiful little girl!

"Promise not to look, Dad, 'cuz I'm gonna have to undress to take off this damp suit. I'd go back there to the trees, but I hate the dark," she called out in a high, strained voice. "And the camper roofs too low."

"Yeah, yeah, modesty and all that crap, all right."

With an icy quiver, Sally pulled off her sweat shirt, then reached behind her back to unhook the top of her bikini, eagerly shrugging off the wet garment, gasping softly as the cool air of the night chilled her naked tits, causing the nipples to tighten into hard little points of flesh.

Without thinking, she rubbed her fingers over the tips, warming them with her hands. It was an automatic reaction, something she did whenever she took off her damp bikini. Turning her head to see if her father had kept his promise, she noticed with a disappointed sigh that he was playing with the fire, sending sparks into the dark swamp sky. Almost at once, she was uncomfortably aware of the elastic fabric of her bikini panties, stretched snugly over the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, and she peeled it off, rolling the damp stretchy fabric down over her long firm thighs, but, as the cool air rushed over her suddenly exposed little cunt, she caught her breath and slipped her sweat shirt on over her head.

As had happened countless times before, with an effort of will she denied those feelings in her naked pussy, concentrating her attention on other things.

Sally knew about and understood sex, but she had no burning curiosity about sexual things. More than once, she'd stayed up late at night talking to her girl friend about her mixed feelings about letting men fuck her. Always the fear of losing a male after heeding and becoming accustomed to the security he offered had halted her from ever letting a guy really fuck her with his cock.

She had refused to go steady with one boy because steady dating would lead to the need for petting… and heavy kissing and even having to let him fuck her. Without security, it all meant nothing.

Consequently, although she was an extremely beautiful girl, she didn't have many dates because the word had gotten around that, she wasn't interested in spreading her pussy in the back seats of cars. Although, she admitted to herself, there were a couple of times when she'd come close to getting a boy's cock fucked up between her legs… really close. Sally unfolded a pair of stylishly faded jeans pulled from out of her new alligator suitcase, and slipped one lithe leg into the crisp folds that parted to caress her sunburned flesh.

She remembered with a slight quiver in her cunt, as she zipped up her jeans, a boy she had out of curiosity let pick her up in a movie one time. His name was Jim, and he had parked on the way home while she allowed him a few kisses and embraces. He had gotten more and more aroused, his kisses deeper and snore probing, his tongue fucking hotly and demanding around in her mouth. Then his hands were on her titties, dipping into her blouse, unhooking her brassiere and easing themselves under it as her nipples spiked, out beneath the touch of his fingers caressing the smoothness of the two heaving tit mounds.

There was a warm glow inside her cunt walls and for once she did not try to stop him, wanting him, despite her previous resolve, to go on and on, teasing her titties while searing sensations flamed through her tight little pussy-hole with an ever-growing promise of cumming.

His mouth trailed down her neck to the cleft between her huge naked tits and then, drawing the unbuttoned edges of the blouse aside, he licked the tenderly budding nipples with his warm wet lips. Oh God! It was cunt-flooding wonderful!

Yet something deep inside Sally still told her that it was not what she needed, although it may have been what she wanted! She tried to pull away from the guy who had picked her up mumbling, "No, Jim! No! Please…! You mustn't! You can't go on licking my titties!"

The boy muffled her protests with his mouth, welding it to hers as he kissed her deeply again, his mouth-fucking tongue sending shivers up into her cunt as his hand smoothed across her flat belly and arrive finally at the hotly pulsing pussy mound between her legs, which he caressed feverishly through her clothing.

Again she protested, but his insistent hands were already below her skirt, moving up her trembling inner thigh against the rising wetness of her panties, one finger fucking through the filmy nylon crotchband at the hardening little tit of her clitty in the sparsely hair-fringed slit of her cunt. His finger played there teasingly while the new sensations of delight flooded hotly up through her pussy walls, weakening her objections until at last, with a throaty groan, she shook her naked tits against his face and surrendered to him.

She hadn't wanted to do it. Her reasoning mind told her that she shouldn't. But her hot little cunt, reaching for a chance at ecstasy and cumming, overruled all rational thought and seized the pleasure of the moment as her ass-cheeks began to move uncontrollably in tiny movements up against the guy's lewdly stroking finger.

Panting, he wrenched aside the wispy strip of nylon shielding the hot, hairy warmth between her legs, his middle finger teasing in and out of the tight, virginal lips of her cunt. "Oh God, Jim…! Don't finger it anymore!" she'd gasped. "I'm afraid!"

"Afraid of what? Cumming your hot tits off?"

"I've never, never done that," she faltered. "I've never cum before."

"Man, like your pussy's all slick and ready now!" he said. Reaching up higher under her skirt, he grasped the elastic waistband of her panties and stripped them down as far as he could. And unconsciously she was shifting her weight to help, easing her ass-cheeks up off the car seat until he was able to pull the soft, flimsy nylon halfway down her thighs. He wormed a finger into the hot moistness of her pussy again, drawing it along the throbbing furrow until he touched the pulsating miniature cock nestling above. She sucked in her breath and wriggled her tits with unwanted delight when she felt the electric contact, the sensitive nerve ends up inside her cunt broadcasting desperate signals demanding to be finger-fucked to cumming.

The guy, sensing her passionate arousal, brought all his guns into play. One finger stroked, ever faster in the warm wet folds of her hotly seething cunt while others squeezed and fondled and smoothed the taut flesh of one lushly throbbing tit. At the same time his knee razed up and down the softness of her inner thigh, and his mouth sucked and nibbled at her lips, her neck, and the hardly quivering erectness of her nipple buds.

Under these tit, mouth and cunt manipulations, her body went wild. Her hips thrashed frantically and forth, matching the inward fucking motions of his finger in her cunt. Her mouth returned his tongue-licks and as the building fires in her huge tits blazed up unbearably, she began a continuous moan, her voice loud in the confines of his car. Her breath was coming in short choking gasps. She knew it was a sign that her climax must be near. Oh God! It feels so wonderful to be fingerfucked! I never want it to end!

Her body was jerking convulsively, cunt-hole flexing faster and faster up off the seat, her belly shuddering uncontrollably as the sex-raw sensations of being fucked and having her naked tits sacked raced through her like thunderbolts… and suddenly her cunt was there! She felt the new, the thrilling, the shattering experience of cumming! Surging tides of rapture overwhelmed her nakedly jerking pussy! Sight and sound dimmed and there was nothing but the all-consuming ecstasy of her cumming! As if from a great distance, she heard her own voice wildly exclaiming, "Jimmy, ooooohhhh… It's happening to me! I'm cumming! My pussy's cumming! Aaaggghhh!"

Wave after wave of euphoric delight washed through her hotly gushing cunt until finally she collapsed in the boy's arms and he licked her tenderly on the titties. "Groovy, wasn't it?" he asked, with a wide grin on his face.

"Oh, yes! Oh, God, yessss!"

For a moment she reveled in her own happiness, and then a sudden though struck her. "B-b-but it must be wrong! It's… it's f-finger-fucking, isn't it?"

"Wrong?" the boy burst out. "That's a bunch of bullshit. It never hurt anybody. Hell, how can it be wrong? You enjoyed my finger in your cunt, didn't you? It felt good? That's the main thing, after all. And now you can fist-fuck me… do me in…" He reached down, unzipped his pants, delved within, and brought out his red throbbing, fully erect cock. Sally looked away in embarrassment, dragging her eyes reluctantly from the massively up-standing cock with its huge, bulbous head glistening already with cum juices foaming out from the rubbery tip. She had on a few occasions seen her father before the divorce, but she had always felt uncomfortable about it, as if she was witnessing something dirty. She had certainly never seen a cock as close up as this. She'd always wondered how anybody could get those huge cocks into a tight cunt and keep it there.

"Here, let me put your hand on it," Jim said. "You gotta skin it up and down."

"M-m-m-my hand?" she winced with incredulity. "S-skin it up and d-down?"

"What else? You're going to jack me off – do that same thing for my cock that I just did for your pussy. You know, come on, don't play dumb, I got cum in my balls too!"

"I… I don't know what you mean. I've never done anything with a boy before. Really, Jim, I don't want to. Please take me home now."

Jim sighed.

"Come on – I'll show you," he said.

He took her unresisting hand and placed it on his hardened cock, wrapping the fingers around its chunky girth.

"Now jack your hand up and down on it… like a cunt… and keep fucking it until I cum!" He kept his hand on hers and demonstrated, his eyes half shut.

At the first contact with his fingers, Sally tried to pull away, and as her hand unwillingly touched his cock flesh, she gasped aloud.

"No, no, no!" she protested. "Don't do it!"

"Take your choice, but you can't leave me with this Goddamned bulge in my balls."

Sally winced.

"What? S-s-s-suck on… on that?" She had ever heard of! She couldn't imagine anyone doing it. It was horrible!

"Millions of women suck cock!" Jim said with a grin.

"I don't believe you."

"I'm not lying, baby," the boy said exasperatedly. "Here… if that's too much, jack me off, then. Just go on moving your hand and keep it in the shape of a cunt – slow at first. I'll tell you when to speed up so I can cum."

His hardened cock was hot in her hand. She could feel the heat it exuded through the tautly stretched skin of the thickly throbbing shaft as she did his bidding, fucking her hand stiffly up and down as he had showed her. Her fingers only just met around the blood-swollen rod, and she wondered how such a huge hunk of cock was ever able to fuck up inside a girl's pussy. If anyone tried to get one in hers… well, good luck, fella! Nobody was going to fuck her with one of those things!

But it wasn't a question she wanted to pursue. Jim might try to show her, and she didn't want to be fucked by a guy just yet! Nevertheless, in the state her cunt had been in, as short as a few minutes ago, she might well have allowed him to split her cherry, the all-consuming passion she had felt in her tits and pussy would have swept away all fears, all objections! It was a frightening thought to the innocent girl.

She started out of her reverie. Jim was mumbling to her. She had unconsciously tightened her grip on his cock as she'd mused, and now he grated: "Christ, what the hell you tryin' to do? Strangle it?" He wiggled in the seat. "Loosen your hand… let it move kind of easily, all the way up and down. Over the head, too."

Trying to follow his instructions obediently, she felt his hard cock pulsating and jerking in her hand, and somehow there was a thrill to jacking him off! Some indefinable feeling or erotic stimulation coursed through her cunt and she had the sudden idea that there was power, force, an animal energy in the cock itself, independent of Jim, as it responded to her now light, cunt-like touch. His cock expanded and throbbed under her fingers, its heat seeming to increase with the friction as she spit in her hand and milked the stiffened shaft of male flesh like a pussy fucking up and down on it.

Now his hips were undulating, jerking up and down to meet the hot, wet stroking of her inexperienced fingers, fucking into her hollowed fist with fury. He fucked into her cunt-formed hand faster and faster, the sticky pre-cum oozing from his glans, lubricating the way, until she could no longer keep up with him. Holding her hand almost immovable, she waited desperately for him to shoot out his cum.

His handkerchief was in his hand, hovering just over the blood-engorged head of his wildly fucking cock. He must be very near to cumming, Sally decided, marveling at the realization that her hand was acting as a female cunt for him to fuck and empty his balls. Then suddenly the boy grunted and gave a final upward fuck. She could feel the hard rod of flesh in her grasp begin a spasmodic, staccato jerking, pumping its hotly steaming juices through the tumescent tube of his cock and on up into the wadded handkerchief.

She was disappointed that she could not actually see the hot white juice of his cum spurting from his cock tip. But some of the scalding fluid escaped and dribbled down through her tightly clenched fingers, and she could smell the pungent male odor of him in the confines of the car. She found it not at all unpleasant. The remembrance of the surprise she had found in this feeling was still with her, and making her pussy a little slick when she finished dressing and turned to see her father, Brad, staring at her with hungry eyes.

One hand poked at the burning embers with a charred stick, his eyes flashing hotly in the fire's reflection as he had watched her dress. That look, mused Sally, slipping her foot into the rubber thong, that look in his eyes reminds me of the way that boy looked when he creamed in my hand.

But no! she reasoned with a pang of guilt. He's my own father and girls just don't go around letting their own father fuck them. But, she felt her cunt moisten a little more, the warm slippery juices seeping out under the cunt band of her panties and wetting her inner thighs, I'll bet Daddy's got the biggest, most beautiful cock in the world. If girls did let their daddies fuck them, I'd probably be the first one to lay down on my back and spread my legs and pussy wide for him. I'll bet he could fuck a girl like a wild bull.