(Mf, oral, inc, cons, voy)
by Art Martin
In the dead of the night disaster strikes, leading father and daughter to come closer together...
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About a week or so into the trip, we pulled into a really nice RV camp in SW Colorado. Best of all, it was centrally located to act as a base camp for our exploration of the San Juan Mountains.
We'd been there for a few days when the weather turned bad one evening. We'd gone to bed and were fast asleep when lightning struck. I remember feeling my hair stand on end just moments before. There was a blinding flash and a deafening sound like a bomb had gone off next to my ear. Seconds later, Cassie leapt into bed with me crying, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" and attaching herself to me.
"Wow! That was close," I told her with my ears ringing. "But it's over. Nothing happened. Everything's okay." No sooner had I said that and I noticed a flickering yellow light and the smell of smoke.
"Fire!" I shouted as I sprang from the bed with Cassie hanging on to me for dear life. My only thought was to get out! I bolted out the door and into a driving rain carrying Cassie with me. At a safe distance, I turned and saw all the windows glowing orange. Within seconds the glow had turned into a bright conflagration. Stunned, I held Cassie in the pouring rain and watched as the trailer burned furiously.
By the time someone arrived to help, it was all but over. The flames died down almost as quickly as they had sprung up. Luckily, it hadn't set the woods on fire. I remember a lot of shouting and people running about, but there was nothing anyone could do; the damage had been done.
"Are you okay? Are you okay?"
He must have said it three or four times before I heard him. I turned and replied, "Yeah, I'm okay."
"How about your little girl?"
"She's just scared... I think."
"You're both soaking wet. Let's get you out of the rain."
I followed and climbed into the cab of his pickup with Cassie still attached around my neck. It wasn't until we were out of the rain did I realize our predicament. I was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only a thin pair of gym shorts. Cassie had on one of my t-shirts and nothing else. What meager clothes we did have on, were soaking wet. Cassie was shivering from the cold and my teeth began to chatter. Except for a few items left inside my pickup, everything we had was in that trailer, including the keys to the truck.
"Look, there's nothing we can do until the morning," our rescuer said. I finally realized that it was Bob, the RV Camp Manager. "I've got a little camper I haul around that's not being used. It's not hooked up to the electricity or water, but at least it's dry."
"That'll be fine," I replied.
"There're sheets, blankets and towels in there," he said. "I'll see if I can round up some clothes for you and your girl in the morning." Then he stopped in front of this tiny trailer that didn't look big enough for one person, let alone two, but at that point I wasn't picky. He got out, ran over to the trailer and unlocked the door.
I piled out carrying Cassie and made it inside. Bob shone a flashlight on us and I turned to thank him. It was only then that I realized that Cassie wasn't wearing panties and with her t-shirt pulled up like it was, her bare ass was on display. Well, nothing to do about that either. Bob looked up, embarrassed by being caught looking. Handing me the flashlight, he excused himself saying he needed to be sure the fire was completely out.
There was just enough room in there for a single bunk at one end and a bench with a fold down table at the other end, but not enough headroom for me to stand completely upright. Sheets, two blankets and a pillow were sitting on top of the bare mattress. I peeled apart Cassie's arms from around my neck, put her down and quickly made up the bed by the light of the flashlight bouncing off the low slopping ceiling. We couldn't very well crawl under the covers in our wet clothes, so I pulled Cassie's t-shirt up and over her head, checking out her nicely developing tits in the process. With the threadbare towel I found, I quickly dried her off as best I could. She climbed under the covers, complaining of the cold. Meanwhile I stripped off my shorts, damp dried myself with the pitiful towel and then draped my shorts and her t-shirt over the bench to dry. Naked, I climbed in and hugged her shivering nude body to mine. After a while, skin-to-skin and hunkered down beneath the covers, we warmed up enough for her to stop shivering. I rolled over, careful not to fall out of the small bed, thinking it might be best if I turned my back to her so my dick didn't accidently poke into her.
After a short while we were toasty warm. She wrapped her arm around me and began stroking my tummy. I pretended not to notice. She stroked my chest and again I pretended to be asleep. Her hand moved back down to my tummy and wandered even lower, her fingers combing through my pubic hair. I waited to see what she would do next, conflicted by my desire to be a good daddy and my desire to have her play with my cock. The fingers brushed against my semi-flaccid member and I held my breath. They brushed against my dick again, only this time more deliberately. I should have stopped it right then and there, but... I didn't. I let her delicate fingers wrap around my cock which was surging to a full erection.
At first, neither of us spoke as she fondled me. Then I murmured, "That's feels so nice, Cassie."
"Yes, it does feel good," she answered in a whisper. "Gawd, Daddy, you're so big."
I rolled onto my back to give her better access and soon she was fondling my balls, as well as my cock. Her finger slid over the tip, picking up my slippery dew, smearing it around. Naively, I thought that would be as far as it went, but as long as I didn't object, she pushed it farther. I knew full well what was coming when she disappeared under the covers, somehow managing to contort herself so that she could take me in her mouth. I should have stopped it then, but I didn't. Instead, I scooted up in the small bed, nearly sitting upright, to give her more room to get to my cock. I felt her hot breath on my turgid member and then felt the warm wetness as her lips slid over the end of my penis. Damn!
She quickly proved her expertise, delivering her old man a most sensuous blowjob. I hadn't been with another woman since her mother had died, and the feelings were as intense as they were exquisite.
I'd been thinking of this moment ever since she told me how much she enjoyed performing fellatio. I had tried to shut it out of my mind, but it was always there in the background. Now it was a reality, my thirteen year old daughter, sucking my cock. Sucking me like she sucked all those boys while I was teaching a class. I suppose I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. I also should have felt a chill sitting up like that, but that was the farthest thing on my mind. I hadn't initiated this, she had, and now that she had, next time I would initiate it. But next time wasn't now, now she was sucking my cock, her tongue ever moving along and over it, her lips sliding up and down as she fondled my balls.
"God, Cassie," I whispered, "that feels so, so good." Moments later my balls began to boil. I briefly considered what I should do, blow a wad in her mouth or pull out and possibly hose her in the face. There were other options, I'm sure, but there wasn't any time to consider them.
"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, honey," I warned as I placed my hand on her bobbing head. With my eyes squeezed shut I felt the storm building in my groin. "Oh, fuuucccckkk, baby. Don't stop. Don't stop. Gonna cum... gonna cum... gonna... AAAHHHHHH!" I cried out as my semen surged up from my balls and blasted through my dick and into her mouth. "Aaaaahhhh!" I cried again as a second bolt of sperm laden man-goo shot through my pulsating dick. Those first two blasts simply felt so good that they hurt. My prostate continued to contract violently, sending stream after stream of my seed into her mouth until finally they abated to mere echoes, echoes that still pumped oozing semen into her sucking maw.
She continued to gently suck as I softened until the head of my dick was so sensitive that I was bodily jerking about in the bed. Not able to take it anymore, I reached down and pulled her off, still sucking away at my cock. Damn! What a suck off! She left me drained and gasping for breath. When I finally regained my senses, I found that I still had her head in my hands. Gently I caressed her hair and praised, "That was simply wonderful, Cassie. Wonderful. Thank you, Sweetheart."
"You're not mad at me, Daddy?" she asked from somewhere near my groin.
"Of course not. But..." My internal conflicts began to surface. "But maybe we shouldn't have done that."
"Why not? I've wanted to do that for you for such a long time, Daddy. You enjoyed it, didn't you? I enjoyed it."
"Because it's incest... because you're so young... because..."
"Oh, pooh!" she said cutting me off. "I don't care about all that rubbish. I've always liked giving guys a blowjob. I want to suck you again. In fact, I'm gonna suck you every night from now on. Wouldn't that be fun, Daddy?"
"Oh, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie..." My voice trailed off as she took me back in her mouth.
"Yeah, suck me, baby. Suck your daddy's dick, baby. That's a good girl. Oh, fuck yeah, baby girl..."
She let my soft cock slip from between her lips, then she crawled up my body from my groin. "You're even big when you're soft, Daddy. I just love your dick, almost as much as I love you!" With that she laid on a most undaughterly kiss, jamming her tongue between my lips and fucking it back and forth for a moment. I tongued her back and let my hands roam over her nubile body and getting a good feel of her firm ass cheeks. Then I rolled us unto our sides and got my first handful of her young tits. She'd grown larger over the past few months since I first learned of her sexual proclivities.
I leaned into her and took a nipple between my lips, nipples I really hadn't seen, except for a few moments when I first caught her fucking. I still couldn't see them, but tried to visualize them with my lips and my tongue, nice fat nips that stood out from her generous firm tits. While I sucked and licked, she once again took my cock in her hand, a cock that wasn't so soft anymore. Meanwhile my free hand went in search of her cunt, a cunt that was given freely to me when she opened her legs for me.
From touch alone, I determined that she had rather sparse pubic hair, short and soft. Her pudenda was puffy, yet firm and her labial lips readily yielded to allow my initial exploration of her sex. Cassie was quite slippery and her various treasures were exactly where I expected them to be. Sinking my middle finger into her vagina, I felt the rippling walls and the small fleshy pad on the fore wall, while my thumb found her clitoral bump. I began strumming her clit while finger fucking her, rubbing that fleshy bump and sucking her nipple.
It surprised, even shocked me when she cried out lustily, "Daddy!!!!" and her vaginal walls clamped down on my thrusting finger. If anyone had been standing near to the tiny trailer, they certainly would have heard her, but with it still raining, that was unlikely. I continued my assault and her vagina continued to squeeze and release, squeeze and release, squeeze and release while she bodily shook and made soft gasping/gaking noises as her orgasm peaked in continuous waves. When I finally relented, she slumped in my arms exhausted and spent. She was still there in the morning when I awoke.
The rain had stopped and sunlight was beginning to illuminate the compact interior of our tiny shelter on wheels. It was chilly too, probably in the low forties, typical of an early June morning in the Colorado mountains. I needed to take a leak, but was loathe to rise from my warm bed and naked daughter. Besides, what could I do if I got up, besides slip on my wet gym shorts and go outside. So I waited and snuggled and languorously felt Cassie up as I reflected upon the night's events, my thoughts equally divided between the incestuous encounter and the disaster that preceded it.
The pressure on my bladder had become critical when I heard a knock on the trailer door. I got up and looked out the door window. It was Bob. "Just a minute!" I called out. I grabbed my gym shorts and slipped them on, still damp and ice cold. That woke me up!
"Good morning, Eric," Bob greeted when I opened the door. "I brought you some clothes. Hope they fit, but they're the best I could come up with," he said as he handed them to me.
Then he added, "My wife has coffee made, if you want some; biscuits and sausage patties too."
"Uh, thanks, Bob. I appreciate this more than you can image," I replied sincerely. "Cassie and I will be over in a few minutes."
Bob left and I looked over the clothing. Two mismatched sweat suits, one set not quite big enough for me and the other way too big for Cassie. That and two pairs of flip-flops, similarly size challenged. They would have to do. Lord knows, they were better than what we had. I slipped out of the cold, clammy gym shorts and slipped on the larger of the sweat pants and sweat shirts. I felt like a sausage. Then turning to Cassie, I woke her up.
"Sweetheart, Mr. Bob brought us something to wear. I need to go to the bathroom in the worse way, so while I'm gone, get dressed and then we'll get some breakfast."
I remembered seeing restrooms at the RV camp offices and made a beeline for them, doing my best with the too small flip-flops.
When I returned to the trailer, Cassie was still under the covers. "Come on, Sweetheart. Get up and get dressed. Breakfast is waiting for us. Then we need to see the damage to the trailer. Maybe it's not so bad."
"Can't we just hang out here for a while?"
"And do what?" I asked.
"You know what," she replied with a grin.
"Uh, yeah, uh... but after we take care of a few things first.
"Now, come on, baby. Rise and shine."
She rose, giving me my second good look at her sumptuous body. It kind of surprised me, but she wasn't embarrassed by her nudity in the least, taking her time to check out her sweats before slipping into the pants.
"You're very beautiful, Cassie," I told sincerely while enjoying her naked body.
She looked up, setting down the sweatshirt. "Oh, you're just saying that, Daddy."
"No, it's true. Damn, you've certainly grown the past few years."
She stuck her chest out. "You like my breasts, Daddy? They're not too big, are they? All the girls say I'm too big, but they're just jealous."
"I think they're perfect, baby."
"Thank you, Daddy," she beamed, then she slipped the baggy sweatshirt over her head and her firm C-cup titties disappeared from my gaze.
"You've got a boner, Daddy," she laughed.
"Is it that noticeable?" I said looking down. "These sweats are a bit tight."
Brazenly she said, "How about if I take care of that for you, Daddy?"
I didn't answer. What do you say to a daughter when she offers you a blowjob? I certainly didn't tell her, "No,", but just stood there, slightly hunched over in the tiny trailer, our eyes locked as she slid off the bed and knelt before me. Smiling up at me, she pulled my sweats down and exposed my hard cock. Then, maintaining eye contact, she leaned forward and took me in her mouth.
Last night when she blew me, I couldn't see what she was doing, only feel it. Now, with light filling the tiny trailer I could see as well as feel. She rotated her head, side to side as she worked my prick in and out between her lips. It felt divine! The girl, though only thirteen, certainly knew her way around when it came to sucking cock. Her tongue was ever in motion, flicking over the little flap of skin on the underside of the crown.
"Oh, fuck, baby," I hissed. "Hmmmmmmm, fuck yeah..."
Despite last night's sex play, I could hardly believe this was actually happening. Then I remembered something she'd said, that she was going to suck my dick every day from now on. I closed my eyes and without warning her, I came in her mouth, and event that only seemed to redouble her efforts.
With my orgasm just a pleasant echo, she rocked back and released my cock. "That should do for now, Daddy," she said before giving the tip of my dick a finishing kiss. "Let's go eat!" The change in tone was amazing. One moment she's a sultry cock sucker, next she's back to being the sweet girl I'd raised all these years. She stood, leaving me to pull up my pants.
Needless to say, without a comb or a brush, her hair was a mess when were invited into Bob's trailer. His wife immediately retrieved a brush and offered it to Cassie, who gladly accepted. While she brushed her unruly hair out, I noticed that Bob was silently watching her as he sipped a cup of coffee. I thought back to the bare butt display last night and realized that with our clothes soaked, he had to know that we had slept together naked last night. He said nothing, but I could imagine what he was thinking.
Both Bob and his wife were gracious with us, as camp managers tend to be. I thanked her for feeding us and then Cassie and I walked to the burnt out shell of our travel trailer. The fire itself was contained within the interior and I was thankful that the truck hadn't been damaged. It was too dangerous to do anything other than glance through the door. One quick look inside and it was apparent that it was a total loss and that nothing inside would be salvageable.
I refocused my attention on the truck. It was locked and the keys were somewhere in the trailer. I couldn't see my cell phone inside, as I kept in the glove box. My neighbor and his wife came out to talk and to offer us something to eat.
"Thank you, but Bob, the park manager, feed us breakfast," I explained. "But, could I impose upon you to call a locksmith, I'd greatly appreciate it."
"Of course," he said handing me his phone.
I looked up a local locksmith and explained what I needed, the truck unlocked and a new set of keys. He said he needed the VIN number which was visible through the windshield. I gave him the number and where to find us and then waited. While we waited for the locksmith to show up, several more fellow campers came by, most to gawk at our loss, but others to offer us meals, water, and even a place to stay. We had the tiny trailer, and I wasn't about to trade away that privacy, but lunch, dinner and invites for tomorrow's breakfast I graciously accepted.
It took the locksmith all of about two seconds to gain entry into my truck. He tested the keys he'd brought and they worked just fine. The problem now was how to pay the man. My checkbook was in the glove box and he reluctantly accepted my out of state check. What choice did he have? Indeed, what choice did I have?
At least I had working wheels and few items to make life more bearable, like some spare change and a spare pair of sneakers. With my phone retrieved I first called my insurance company and explained the situation, They said they'd have an adjuster to come and make an evaluation. Next, I called my bank to get a replacement credit card. Ever tried to get a bank to send you a new card when you don't know the number of the card you're replacing and then have them FedEx it to you somewhere other than your home? It can be done. Thankfully they electronically recognized my phone number and I was able to give them my bank account balances to the penny, proving I was who I said I was.
With that done, the only thing left to do was have lunch with the neighbors and then go tell Bob what had transpired. I asked him about removing the burned out trailer once the insurance adjuster had seen it. He said not to worry. He'd have it towed off to a scrap yard and would just charge my open account with him. Great! Things were looking better. Having done everything I could possibly do and nothing to do but wait, Cassie and I retired to our hideaway.
"What do you want to do, Daddy?" Cassie coyly asked once we were inside.
Gripping the tails of her baggy sweatshirt, I said, "I think you know what I want to do," and pulled it over her head and kissed her tit. Then I yanked the bottoms down, pushed her back onto the bed and pulled the sweatpants off her legs. I grabbed her under the knees, opened her up and went down on her.
Cassie squealed in surprise as my tongue bore into her. Apparently none of the boys she'd fucked had ever gone down on her. It was a first for her and she loved every loving lick I gave her sweet pussy. The more I sobered on her cunt, the more my lust raged. The more I scoured her channel, the more her lust rose. Soon she was biting her forearm to stifle her passion driven cries, and soon I had to work to keep my mouth on her pussy as she bucked her hips wildly.
I wanted to fuck her. Fuck her and enjoy her pussy like all the boys did. I knew that she'd let me, but I had prescience of mind that this might not be the best time nor place for it. Too many people walking by just outside. It was imperative that we keep the noise down to a minimum, so I kept it to oral sex.
When my tongue gave out, I stood, stripped naked, crawled astride her, rammed my dick between her lips, and fucked her mouth. It wasn't a rough mouth fucking, but it wasn't a particularly gentle one either. My dick repeatedly hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. That told me she hadn't learned to deep throat a cock yet. I didn't want to ruin her, so I backed off trying to force my dick down her throat. She would learn, I decided, and learn before we left this RV camp.
I relented and pulled my cock from her mouth with a great glob of foamy spittle connecting dick to mouth. "Suck my cock, Cassie. Give your old man a blowjob to remember." She proved to be up for the task and before long I was cumming in her mouth for the third time.
It was quite warm in the little trailer by that time and all that activity left me drained and exhausted. We cuddled naked on top of the covers and took a long nap.
I was awakened by a knocking on the door. It was Bob, there to tell me that the insurance adjuster was over at my trailer. "Thanks, Bob," I told him through the closed door. "Be there in just a minute."
I quickly dressed and hurried over to the trailer, leaving Cassie to finish her nap. By the time I got there, the adjuster was finished. "As I'm sure you're aware, it's a total loss," he informed me. "Did anyone get hurt?" he asked.
"No."
"Good!" He looked at me kind of funny and I realized that if I could smell Cassie's pussy on me, then he might smell her too. He looked away and added, "As of now, Acme Insurance owns it. You'll receive a check in the mail, less your deductible, within two weeks." I thanked him and he was on his way. I now only had to wait until tomorrow for FedEx to deliver me my new plastic.
I headed back to my loaner and found Cassie just as I had left her, naked, beautiful, and available. I pulled her legs sideways and pried her legs apart, waking her and went down on her again. She didn't object. For the rest of the afternoon, we had oral sex off and on, taking turns sucking on each other, masturbating and feeling up each other. As bad as the fire had been, it was best day I'd had since before my wife got sick.
I knew we both stank of sex, and needed a shower before we went to our dinner invite. Thankfully the RV camp had several shower facilities spread around the park. Also thankfully, we didn't run into anyone who wanted to chat on our way over to the nearest shower.
At dinner that evening, I could still smell the pussy juice that had made it up my nostrils, causing me to wonder if anyone from our host family could smell it too.
Back in our tiny sex nest, it was really too small in the trailer to do a 69, so Cassie and I took turns orally pleasuring the other. She was small enough and agile enough to get between my legs no matter how I lay, but I had to minster to her from the floor as she lay sideways or sat on the small bed. No matter, we managed until we were both exhausted.
FedEx arrived early the next afternoon. Once I activated my new card, we bade farewell to all the good folks who had so generously helped us. Bob told me that as long as my trailer was occupying a space, that he'd have to charge me, but he expected the junk yard to come get it within a day or two. I thanked him for the use of his little trailer, the clothes, and his general support.
With a nod towards Cassie, his parting comment was, "You're one lucky bastard." He knew. Thankfully he kept it to himself.
To be continued...
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