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CHAPTER THREE

Sally almost opened her mouth to object as she watched her handsome father moving off in the near-darkness with the sensuous swamp girl, but before she could, they were out of the light of the fire. God, he was leaving her alone with these rough looking and talking men. What on earth could have come over him. She sat silently by the fire, aware the men's eyes were burning hotly through her clothing.

She could only hope her father stayed at least within her screaming range if anything happened. Then suddenly her mouth gaped open as she witnessed in the dim light the light-haired girl stop and pull her father into her arms, squashing her huge tits against his chest. Sally felt a blush start at the base of her neck as the pair began a slow, even grinding motion of cunt against cock with their arms wrapped around each other's backs. The couple was standing in the shadows of the trees now, just yards away from the remaining three, none of whom cared about their hotly grinding bodies, except for Sally. Pete and Sam were not appalled by Sissy's brazen cunt grinding movements.

From where she sat near the fire, Sally could see the swamp girl's mouth buried in her father's neck and she began planting hot, open-mouthed kisses over his skin. He hugged her even closer now, and one of his hands moved to the soft brown, almost blonde hair shimmering lightly down the back of her neck, running his fingers through the silver strands. God! How could he desert her like this, thought Sally possessively.

This was unbelievable! Silly's mind reeled in shock and disbelief as she watched the girl's tits mashed flat against her father's chest.

With the illumination of the moonlight, she watched the couple move even closer together, if that was possible. She could see Sissy's hands fall to her father's ass-cheeks, pulling his cock tightly to her cunt as though they were having a standing fuck. God, the two of them were actually dry fucking as some of Sally's more audacious girl friends called it. Her father must be really hard up for female attention, thought Sally, taking another sip of her wine, feeling a loathing build in her stomach. How dare he desert her with these… these brutes her only company!

"Well, look at that," grunted Pete pointing at Brad and Sissy. "If that little bitch ain't tryin' for more cock. You'd think three fucks a night would keep her snatch happy."

"How about you, honey?" Sam said half laughingly, but Sally knew he was serious… dead serious. She watched with saucered eyes as the one named Pete rose to his feet and tugged at her arm. "Come on, get up. Let's see if you're pussy's as hot as big-tits out there," he guffawed, his stubble bearded face shimmering in valleys in the fire's glow.

"No, no thank you," answered Sally as politely as she could. "No."

"Hey, come on, stand up and let me get a look at your tits and ass," he grunted a second time, this time more good naturedly.

Afraid to cause a scene, Sally rose to her feet and brushed her jeans clean. She was swiping at her sleeves when he took her by surprise and curled her firmly into his arms, making certain he could feel the sharp full tips of her huge tits smashing tautly into his chest. He pulled her closer against him, causing her legs to spread slightly so that the bulge of his cock rubbed softly against her cunt. Even the crisp cotton of her jeans seemed to hide nothing from his senses and he could feel the flesh of her right thigh pressing inadvertently between his own legs as he began moving them in time to his own rhythm.

He glanced over her shoulder and winked at Sam who was whittling a piece of wood to little splinters with his mean looking knife. Somewhere far off a cloud drifted across the moon, cutting her off from sight of her father for a fear-building second.

God, this was just unbelievable, she thought, struggling and breaking away through the swamp from the man's binding grip. Her toes dug into the ground and she tore around the clump of trees searching desperately for her father who, as she stopped, panting and leaning against the tree, was nowhere to be seen. Apparently the sudden light of the moon had sent them searching for cover and leaving her alone. As least she was safe and away from those brutes!

It didn't seem right to be irritated with her own father, but she was. She would have thought on their first night out camping he would have taken better care of her and thought less of his own lustful needs! And that bitch Sissy! What a whore she was! Well, she would probably find them back in the woods somewhere talking and drinking the moonshine they were supposed to bring back.

In timing with the light of the moon flickering through the clouds, she sprang over a small stream, just as the lapping tide moved more swiftly in. She came to another larger shallow rushing stream almost immediately and hesitated. Sally had never been in the swamp before… didn't know it.

Could she make it in time to the other side without getting caught in the in-rushing water? Eyes wide in terror, she gritted her teeth, fear and reluctance her masters. Instinctively, like a trapped animal, she glanced back over her shoulder, seeing two dark silhouettes coming at her. Then, heart pounding like a drum, Sally reached across the stream feeling the water threaten her feet in warm, gushing swirl. In horror, she looked back from safety to see the stream a raging tide torrent where only seconds before it had been like a mild pond.

She held her breath, her worst fears suddenly confirmed, there was no sound of voices around. They had to be there somewhere! They had to! Panicked and alone, Sally hissed damning phrases at her unseen father and trying to stop the sudden volume of tears that had begun flowing, in her panic, bolstered her courage. She had to think clearly! She couldn't trust those men back there not to try and fuck her, that she knew.

Then, her eyes more accustomed to the growing darkness, she thought she spied a moving figure ahead in the trees. Carefully she made her way through the darkness and was almost to the spot when she heard a loud masculine groan.

Oh my God, Dad's been hurt, she thought, and her first reaction was to hurry towards the figures as quickly as she could. She was about to call out when she heard a soft female giggle.

Looking out from behind a tree she could hear a voice. One voice was definitely her father's and sounded as if he were moaning in pain. There were more muffled groans, then there was a hoarse panting and sharp gasps, as though her dad were having difficulty breathing. Above these distressed and miserable noises, there were occasional soft giggles from a woman. Sissy! He and that hot little whore Sissy were doing something!

Another long low giggle issued from the trees ahead and Sally edged up closer to the figures. This time she had noticed a teasing, almost sadistic quality in the giggle. It broke off in a moist-sounding gurgle that was punctuated by a low groan from her father, and then a hot wet sluicing sound that Sally couldn't make any sense of. It sounded like a hungry kid sucking on a sucker.

Sally dug her fingernails into the tree bark and tried to order her thoughts. It was obvious that the man's voice belonged to her father and the girl was Sissy, she said to herself. She hadn't heard any other voices yet. But she didn't understand how the beautiful woman could bring those anguished and pleading responses from her father. Then the embarrassing thought struck her that he must be enjoying what was being done to him. She had to find out what was going on. She had to!

She took a deep breath and bent her head round the large tree tank. Two eyes peered onto two darkly shadowed bodies. A movement there, and Sally jerked her head back a little, out of the gaze of the couple near-by. The sound of the voices was clearer now and the soft groans from her father seemed to be turning into deep grunts of pain that sent chills running down her spine.

"Oh God! Yessss, yessss," his voice mingled with the lapping water of the swamp. "Sock it to my cock… like… that!"

Sally rocked against the cypress tree from the shock. She lifted one free hand to her face, trying to shut out the horrible realization. Her father obviously was enjoying it. How could he desert her for one night with that… that bitch!

Straining on her haunches, she peered out again. God, if they saw her she'd die of embarrassment. Her heart stopped and she dared not breathe. But they hadn't seen her as the murmurs and gurglings kept coming, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. She could discern sounds of heavy breathing and animal grunts and moans. She couldn't stand the tension any longer, she had to find out and there was only one way! By looking out from behind the tree.

She wrapped her nervously perspiring hand around the large trunk and began inching her head around it. Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the moon's slivered light. She paled and sucked in her breath in shock at the sight illuminated by the moon's glow.

Her father was stretched out on the ground completely naked!

He was lying on his back totally stripped, his long hard cock pointing stiffly upwards into the moist softly glistening lips of Sissy's pinkly ovaled lips. Sally's eyes widened until it felt like they would bulge right out of her head in shock and disbelief. This couldn't be her very own father, it was beyond her wildest dreams. The swamp girl knelt over her father's thighs with her long delicately curving legs stretched wide apart. The full firm mounds of her huge tits dipping and brushing over the tops of his thighs as her head bobbed up and down over his lust stiffened cock. Her body heaved in lime to the slow moist drawing and sucking of her mouth on his thickly throbbing hardness.

Sally was just feet away and she could see with all too painful clarity the light haired girl's pink fluted lips being stretched wide as they absorbed her dad's monstrous cock deep up into her hotly working mouth. Her cheeks were puffed out, then they were hollowed obscenely as she pulled her head all the way up the throbbing shaft of his cock. On the outstroke, the thick turgid head was left buried in her mouth and she licked her tongue around its bulbous rubbery edge, swiping at it lewdly. It was impossible to believe, but her father was actually enjoying this. My God, he was begging her to suck his cock!

To Sally's shock and surprise, he grunted in gratitude as Sissy reached down to his heavy balls between his legs. She teased the soft tender-looking skin with the tips of her fingers.

Sally let out a deep gasp as she strained around the large tree trunk for a better view of the two figures sprawled out on the moss-covered ground. She could make out the contortions of her father's violently twisting features. God, he was really loving being licked between his legs that way, she whispered to herself. His mouth opened into a lewd smile, his tongue licking quickly at his moistly gaping lips. His eyes were half-closed, his brow furrowed as though in deep, deep concentration, and his ass-cheeks began a salacious little fucking movement that swished obscenely against the ground.

Suddenly, Brad raised his arms and reached forward until his hands hovered under Sissy's hotly swaying tits. His hands opened and his fingertips brushed over her rapidly stiffening nipples. They seemed to move in slowly teasing circles around the little center buds, bringing wet sucking sounds and further mewls of pleasure from the girl's cock nibbling lips.

Yes, there was no doubt about it, Sissy was definitely enjoying sucking his cock, and so was her father, Brad. Sally clenched her fist tightly, as tears of rage and confusion welled up and flooded her eyes. She was watching the girl suck his cock outright now, and no longer bobbing her head up and down to escape their view.

She watched as her father closed his fingers around the sensuous girl's hard erect nipples and began tweaking them vigorously. Sissy sat up on the round and letting the older man's wetly glistening cock slip from her mouth with a moist sluicing sound, embraced it between her hands and fingers. She began stroking the red, blood-engorged hardness rapidly between her hands and Sally could see the long thick cock expand and grow even larger with each successive jerk. She was only a scant few feet away, and her impulse was to jump from behind the tree and run away from the horrifying scene, but she feared that one false move, and she would be discovered by the lewdly playing couple.

How could her father do this to her? Remembering the way he'd held her so close, her own tits against his chest, before all these rough swamp people intruded on their privacy, how secure he'd made her feel, so protected for a long, long time. And now here was that same man and he had let another girl suck his cock. Where was his concern for her now?

Sally gasped soundlessly as Sissy's gently grasping fingers skinned the thick foreskin of her father's cock rapidly up and down its flail length, the huge bulbous head bursting into view with each downward stroke she made with her hands. Sally was close enough now to see her dad's contorted mouth open in a silent whimper as his hands pulled and massaged hotly at the swamp girl's naked tits. He began hard, spasmodic jerks with his hands on the flesh of her tits between his fingers and pressed them maddeningly back against her chest.

The moonlight shone softly on the hot, orgiastic scene and cast a lewd glare over Sally's father's balls which were closest to Sally's vision. She was near enough to see that the bulbous head of her father's cock was covered with a white, creamy looking fluid that must be the cum that seeped from men's cocks when they became excited. The same stuff that had shot out into her hand when she'd jacked-off that guy who picked her up at the movie. His cock looked huge to her as she had seen only one before, and she wondered how it would feel to have something that big up inside her pussy. It looked like it would leave no room for anything else if it fucked her.

She just couldn't watch anymore!

She turned slightly from the tree. Her father looked up and must have sensed or beard something from the way he glanced around for a moment. Oh God, he was getting up and raising himself out from under Sissy and Sally didn't have time to run from her hiding place. He would never forgive her for spying on Sissy sucking his cock, and would never understand that her interest in not getting fucked herself had driven her to that particular tree.

She choked back a whimper of relief as her father knelt beside the light haired beauty and pressed her back down on the ground. Sissy lay in a position of total subjugation beneath him, her mouth hanging open and her nakedly splayed out thighs quivering helplessly while he stroked his fingers and hand up and down between the moistly streaming lips of her cunt.

Sally's heart began to pound thunderously in her chest. Her father moved up and knelt over the voluptuously spread cunt of the girl. She watched in shock as he leaned down over her nakedly spread pussy-hole that was winking hotly in Sally direction and slowly lowered himself and positioned his cock over her lewdly undulating little cunt. Sally could see the hot girl's wide-spread creamy-looking thighs, stretch wider apart to accept the fucking of her father's huge cum-filled cock up inside the slowly parting lips of the moistly glistening hole. His ass-cheeks squirmed roughly for a minute as they thrust down toward the wetly pulsing fur-rimmed pussy between her legs. His hands reached down beneath the full firm moons of her naked ass-cheeks and pulled them up toward the hotly throbbing head of his cock that was now fucking slowly up into the pink wet entry to her warm welcoming cunt.

Sally felt her heart pounding like a drum under her tits and she had to rest against the tree to maintain her balance. Her head whirled. She began to feel even weaker and close to fainting, and she tried to blot out the unbelievably wild act of fucking going on right before her eyes. There on the ground before her was her own father. Her father whom she hadn't seen for so long, with his thick lust-incited cock buried fully in another girl's wetly clinging cunt! Then the two figures began slowly guiding their cock and cunt and fucking against each other in a lewd and methodical rhythm.

Is this why he'd brought her one hundred and fifty miles away from home? To fuck… yes, that was the word, fuck another girl, to leave her to escape these swamp men who had no more scruples or manners than animals? Suddenly, the warmth she'd felt toward her father turned to anger, then hatred. Why should she feel this jealousy of him fucking someone… yes, that's what it was, jealousy. She didn't know.

"Oooooo, your cock feels so big, so gooood fucking my hot pussy," the girl's whimper stabbed through Sally's confused mind.

What right did that girl, a total stranger, have to dominate her father's attention? That was the attention she'd been yearning for for the past years.

Sally wanted to reach out and rip their naked fucking bodies apart and throw Sissy back into the swamp as she justly deserved. She felt her eyes blurring with tears and wanted to run, but knew her legs would not support her after watching her father's huge cock fucking the girl silly. She could do nothing but cower here against the tree and watch and listen in anguish while this brazen hussy pick-up squirmed her naked cunt around his cock.

She lifted her hands to her ears to try and shut the sounds of their hot wet fucking away, but it didn't help. They were coming at her from all sides, wet, cock-fucking, cunt-sluicing noises punctuated intermittently by small mewls and groans of totally absorbed ecstasy. Sally watched as her father continued the slow, pussy-splitting fucks into the girl's cunt.

He withdrew slightly, his thick fleshy cock sliding out for several throbbing inches, then fuck forward again, holding it there, high up inside the bitch's nakedly quivering belly. He withdrew until the underside of the pinkly throbbing cockhead was visible to his hypnotized daughter. Sally's mouth dropped open and she suppressed the desire to scream as she watched Sissy's long curving legs wrap suddenly up around his hips, her heels tight against his tautly clenched ass-cheeks and straining to pull his cock-head up inside her hot pussy-hole.

Sally could see the cords on the inside of the nakedly stripped girl's thighs flexing tightly as she fucked her soft hair covered pussy back up over the wetly glistening cock. Her sensuously quivering ass-cheeks lifted several inches up off the soft moss as she struggled upwards trying desperately to absorb the tight little hole between her thighs. The stiffly bulging hunk of male cock flesh sucked into the slick pink folds of her hungry clasping cunt. Sally gasped and stifled a moan as her father's hands opened over Sissy's hugely heaving tits, leaning on them and shoving them back up hard against her chest as he fucked the full length of his cock back into her anxious waiting pussy. Sally could see the thin, tight fleshy ring on the other woman's cunt clasp tightly around his lustfully driving hardness. The enormous bulk of his male cock stretched the mouth shaped lips apart as he thrust deep causing the soft hair covered skin of his balls to slap loudly and wetly against the outer ring of her tiny puckered asshole below. He fucked the long hard cock into her thin pink pussy with an inward fuck that brought an unearthly gasp from the girl, like the cry of a gang-raped virgin.

Brad's naked asscheeks fucked furiously as he thrust his huge glistening pole of hardened cock flesh into the hotly clasping cunt in an increasingly mad rhythm that almost made his daughter feel sorry for the light haired slut. But not for long.

Good! He's going to fuck her hot tits off, thought Sally with a jealous stab of spite.

The swamp beauty's eyes widened and turned glassy and she stared up at the sky. Her mouth hung open and her face flushed a delicate crimson, visible under the moonlight, as though the long searching fuck deep up into her naked belly were battering as deep up into her cunt as her throat and now choking her to death. But all the while her hotly slavering pussy continued to gobble steadily up the wildly throbbing length of Sally's father's cock twisting and writhing like a belly dancer's and her legs spreading even wider apart. Suddenly she pulled them up, knees to her hotly bouncing tits, spurring him on with the heels of her bare feet, digging into his furiously fucking ass-cheeks as her long hair flew wildly through the air.

The girl's breath stopped for a moment while lewdly locked bodies drove on and fucked out a wild scene on the ground ahead. The fuck was becoming more and more frantic with each moment. Sissy's legs scissored open, jerking out to either side of the pile of moss they were on, and tiny streams of sweat beaded Brad's forehead, and ran in small shiny rivulets down the hollowing and convulsing cheeks of his rapidly fucking buttocks. He continued to fuck the full length of his deeply tunneling cock far up inside her hotly devouring cunt until a sharply piercing cum-scream reverberated through the night. Then there was a low male groan followed by utter silence.

Only the sound of a wetly sluicing cock fucking into a juice-flooded cunt could be heard.

Brad stayed on his hands and knees for a moment over the lewdly writhing woman.

Sissy's huge tits seemed to vibrate and the wild lunging rotations of her cock-filled pussy slowed down to tight spasmodic jerks up against the cock still fucking into the nakedly upturned little hole. Her nostrils flared and one long last gasp of breath escaped from her lungs before she collapsed under him, her body quivering uncontrollably as though being slapped by an unseen hand. His hands cupped under the nakedness of her still hotly twitching ass-cheeks and pulled her toward the last inward fuck of his spasmodically pumping rod spewing his hot male cum deep up into the depths of her greedily sucking belly. It filled her completely and overflowed with her own cum juices out of the still wetly pulsing lips of her now more softly contracting pussy.

Sally watched in silence as her father collapsed over the nineteen-year-old's well-fucked body and they lay still, a loose, tangle or arms and intertwined legs, their breathing slowing gradually to small gasps. Sally took one last jealous look and then, sobbing, decided to hide in the swamp, not caring about the danger from alligators or even the swamp men who were probably still waiting at the campfire for their damned moonshine while their two envoys fucked like crazy on a soft bed of moss.

Toes scraping into soft ground, she walked carefully, always looking down… one step at a time, one step at a time, she mentally repeated to herself. Anything to get away from there!

When at last she reached the large tide in flow she had leaped before, she took a deep breath, waiting for the tide to ebb and then, not caring… almost wishing for the swamp's unreliable, treacherous current to sweep her out into it. To be eaten by the alligators, she ran for the point beyond that had turned to an island now by the first stream she had crossed on her way becoming larger and deeper. She felt her toes tight the soft ground, her feet digging in and being slowed by the ankle deep mud. Panting her side piercing from over exertion, she reached the safety of the island, both sides now being cut off by the flowing water of the streams surrounding it.

Once there, she collapsed on the soft moss beneath the trees. Then as she sat there on the still heated warm moss, the gravity of her dire situation loomed before her. There wasn't much choice. Either stay here all night where an alligator might crawl up any time, or try to get across the smaller stream and go back to the campfire to warm herself and put on dry clothes. If she did that, she knew full well she risked the two swamp men gang raping her virginal cunt. She would have no protection. Her father and Sissy could never make it back through the woods now. Her escape across that large stream was the last to be made, of that she was certain.

Finally, she made her way, back and the campfire flickered and sparkled from a distance and Sally, despite her horror of the men whom she knew would try to fuck her, was relieved to see the warming sight. Her body felt as if she'd been running for hours. Hair gritty with sand, her toes scraped and bruised from crossing the swamp, she felt fatigued and desperately wanting to lie down and go peacefully to sleep.

Once at the campfire, she realized nothing had changed. There sat Sam and Pete smoking cigarettes and laughing, now and then throwing a log on the fire to keep it going. Stubble-bearded Pete sat on the end of the stump watching with a hot, ever widening grin as she approached. Even from a distance, his lewdly shining eyes sent a chill of fear and terror racing from her tits to the hairs of her pussy.