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**For more stories liek this one, email me**
camping with daddy
by Paul Tate
CAMPING WITH DADDY
COPYRIGHT © 1978, BY GREENLEAF CLASSICS, INC.
P.O. BOX 20194
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA 92120
PRINTED AND BOUND IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
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?" 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.
CHAPTER TWO
Brad had been staring out at the tail cypress trees and watching the
water rise up their trunks. He was wondering if it had been such a good idea
parking the camper where he had. Judging from the wetness of the sand when
they'd arrived early this morning, it seemed as if the tide would reach only
the large grove of trees far to the right of
them where the water was lapping against them now, That left a huge expanse
of water between them and the rest of the land, eventually leading to the
road. The only problem would be getting cut off from the forest behind them,
should the tide rise that high. Brad looked up in the sky, relying on his
intuitive knowledge. The moon was full, a sign which predictably indicates
high tides.
Well, he thought, churning the fire and wedging another splintered log
close to the coals, no use worrying Sally about it. If the tide does come up
this far, the worst that could happen is not being able to drive out until
it goes down again. His eyes scanned the darkened trees in back of him.
There was some higher ground where they could move the pick-up if necessary.
"Hey! Where's the wine?" he called out, cupping his hands like a
megaphone to call over the sound of the ever-approaching water.
Blonde hair sweeping through the air reflected the fire's glow as
Sally strode toward her father, digging her toes in the still warm earth.
She unscrewed the cap on a half gallon jug and poured out a paper
cupful. "Here you go, Daddy. Drink up!"
She poured another cupful and was joining him, mesmerically staring
into the fire.
"Hey, I thought you didn't drink. Miss Chastity and all that," he
teasingly berated,
"I'm so thirsty from the sun I'd drink swamp water if I had to,"
laughed Sally, taking a long pull on her wine. She swallowed, not enjoying
the taste, yet savoring the wetness. "You think we're the. only people
camping down here?" she asked,
surveying the tree-darkened horizon where the phosphorescent-tipped
cypresses gleamed under the moon's shimmer. Craning her neck, she looked
behind them, a sudden shiver shooting up her spine. "You don't think we're
too close to the water, do you? I mean I'm not afraid or anything, but I'd
hate to wake up under water," she chuckled half heartedly.
"Naw, just means you're gonna have to go potty in front or me if you
can't get to the trees."
Sally rounded her shoulders and made finger prints in the soft earth,
looking up only when her father patted her on her knee. She'd always been
shy.
"Come on, honey. This is called communing with mother nature, enjoy
it!" That little girl, scared look in her blue eyes had not eluded him.
Jesus, she was voluptuous even when she looked twelve years old-like now.
Suddenly, he wished he'd met her hitchhiking or in a bar, that she was a
total stranger. Then he could lay her down and fuck her the way his cock
screamed for him to do. Again, he wondered if she was really a virgin.
Waiting for her to speak, he pulled a strand of golden silk away from her
eyes and tucked it behind her ear. He wanted to see that uptilted nose and
high cheekbones in the heated glow of the fire.
Sensing his heated gaze, Sally built tiny mounds of moss, smoothing it
with trembling fingers before poking holes in the miniature hills and
finally smoothing them flat again.
"You're thinking about something, what is it?" "It's spooky here being
alone, don't you think?" He loved the way she wrinkled up her nose when
she talked and wanted to take her picture as she was now, bathing in oranges
and reds.
"It was either camping down here on our own, or pulling into one of
those state park campsites. That's not what I call fun. This is Bayou
country, honey, the most beautiful spot in Louisiana. Only problem is,
everybody knows it and fill those campsites with their screaming kids.
Sally sniffed, wiped her nose on her sweat shirt sleeve and nodded in
acquiescence. Something ominous about the dark trees, the moon and the
spooky lapping of the tide made her quiver. Ah, probably just because I've
never camped, out before, nothing to worry about..
"Tell you what, tomorrow night we'll see if we can get rooms at a
motel close by. Give you a chance to...
"Oh, Daddy, that costs a lot of money. You don't have to do that,"
she, countered with an angelic smile, showing off her perfect white teeth.
"Okay, a deal. We'll go have dinner at that place that serves Shrimp
Creole. Unexpectedly he rose to his. feet, brushed off his sand-covered
pants and offered a hand. "Let's get the beds laid out. I'm bushed. . . too
much rowing and sun today. Reaching up to touch his sun charred nose, he
winced.
Reaching for his hand, she strained to her feet and once near the
camping gear, unzipped the side pouch of her backpack and delved within for,
the Vaseline. "Here, use some of this. Doesn't smell so good, but it'll help
your sunburn. Your nose looks like a cherry tomato."
He accepted the blue two-toned plastic jar,
wondering again why in hell with those hot tits she had to be his daughter,
and twisted the cap.
A sound of yokes, not the water this time, alerted him to the fact
that they were not alone. In the far distance, he could see two, three, or
was it four figures rowing in a boat in their direction. He raised his hand
to shade his eyes from the glow of the fire.
Sally noticed his sudden watchfulness. "What is it?" she asked.
"Your prayers are answered, my sweet. We have company."
With mixed relief and fear at the sudden intrusion, Sally joined him
in his vigilance. Suddenly stories of campers in the swamps, grizzly
alligator hunters with knives, and bodies dumped into the bayous reeled
through her mind. Impetuously, she grabbed her father's arm and held tight,
a tit pressing into him.
"Come on, honey, nothing to worry about. It's just a bunch of people
like us trying to get away from the crowded campsites." Brad drained his
wine and threw the paper cup in the small garbage pile accumulating near
their camper.
"Hey!" boomed a voice from the rapidly approaching boat. "Want some
company?" The voice was less muffled with each approaching slap of the oars,
hardly leaving time for consideration, not to mention choice. What could he
say, no?
Brad could sense his daughter tensing at his side.
The four shadows revealed themselves to be three men, all between the
ages of 35 and 70 from what Sally could approximate. All were sun-weathered
and very rough looking, as if they spent a great deal of their time
outdoors. The fourth figure was a female, a few years older than Sally's
age. The knowledge that she was not the only female seemed to encourage
Sally into being more friendly and accepting the uninvited guests.
"Sure is getting cold," shivered one man, holding his hands, palms-up
to the warming fire, when they had slipped from the boat and tied it to a
tree. "You been camping here long?"
"Nah, tonight's the first night. We're from New Orleans," offered
Brad; "Parked in the woods because the camper sites are too crowded and
noisy."
"Good thinking," chime the wizened 70 year old. "They get real loud
sometimes. Not like being out in the bayous at all."
Sally suppressed a gasp of uneasiness as the thin, red-haired man
who'd introduced himself as Pete took a step in her direction.
"That's my daughter," smiled Brad freely.
"Campin' with you daughter?" guffawed Pete. He had a dull and
not-too-bright expression on his face that leered when his eyes came to meet
Sally's tits. She flinched as he continued to gape at her huge tits.. His
mouth hanging Open in curiosity and his eyes flickering lewdly. Sally
glanced at her father, and saw a. startled and confused look cross his
usually relaxed face
"My name is Brad and this is Sally." Sally
noticed a slightly guarded intonation in her father's I.. voice, unusual
for. his husky relaxed.
Obviously, he too felt uneasy.
"Glad to meet ya," the weathery, gray-haired
one nodded, offering a callused hand. "I'm Sam. You met Pete, that's Luke
back there and Sissy beside him."
Sally tried to focus on the two shadows lingering near the trees ten
yards away.
Sam, the older of the three, wasted no time making himself comfortable
on a stump beside the fire. Burly headed and weather leathered skin, his
eyes glistened in the flames. "Good fire you got here," he complimented.
Then, turning, he waved toward Luke and Sissy who stood embracing, leaning
against a tree in a lifeless silhouette-
"Them two's at it again," chortled Sam. "Fuck, fight and make up, fuck
... all they do. Betcha my bottle of moonshine," he said, delving into his
red-checked flannel shirt chest pocket, "they'll be fightin' like alley cats
in a second."
Turning, he gestured toward the couple who'd separated now, arms
flying in the air. "Say, what'd I tell ya?" Grinding a secure hole in the
ground with the butt of the re-used whiskey bottle, Sam cupped his hands and
bellowed. "Hey, come on and meet some nice folks! Quit fightin'!" And then
in apology to Sally and Brad: "Ain't too many pussies in these woods. Man's
gotta put up with a lot to get a good fuck in now and then."
The girl jerked at the lewd remark, but ignored it. Judging from the
uncouth appearance and language of these two men, shivered Sally, a woman
had to put up with a heck of a lot more. Their gritty, unwashed faces were
dirty, tattered cuffs made her shirk in repugnance. Involuntarily, her
shoulders shuddered visibly.
"You cold, honey," the one named Pete leered.
"Why don't ya come and sit next to the fire. We won't hurt you none."
Closing her suitcase and locking it; Sally took two cautious steps in
the direction of the fire, her eyes locked on her father. God, if anything
would happen to him, leaving her with these two thugs, she'd die! Closer
now, Sally noticed the bearded face of Pete who continued to gaze at her as
though he were half-witted in some way.
Sam unscrewed the cap of the re-filled whiskey bottle, took a hearty
gulp, smacked his lips and passed it to Pete. "Don't be shy folks. Got
plenty more if we can get that little bitch Sissy over here with it."
Four heads turned in the direction of the, road, watching two bodies
struggling from the distance. They looked like two shadow boxers tugging and
pulling at each other's bodies in a last desperate attempt at winning or
losing. From so far away, nobody could tell.
"Hey, Sissy!" bellowed Sam a second time. "Leave that fucker alone and
get over here with that whiskey. We got some thirsty people here!"
Huddled near the fire, eight eyes watched as a black figure tromped
off and got into the boat, rowing off into the darkness. Sally and her
father exchanged disconcerting glances while the other two voyeurs guffawed
and slapped their knees. "By Jesus, if Luke didn't split," chuckled Pete.
"Least ways that means we got the moonshine!" He and Sam slapped each other
on the back and drained the bottle, each wiping their mouths on the dirty
plaid flannel of their sleeves.
"You guys live around her?" Brad wanted to
know.
"Nah, just here for a few months alligator skinning. Pitched ourselves
a little tent back up the bayou a piece." Sam leaned forward, one elbow on
his knee. "Ain't legal, alligator skinning, you know," he laughed and
touched the knife on his belt. "But trust you can keep a secret. We swamp
men's touchy about squeallers."
Before Sally had time to assess the situation, a pretty girl of about
eighteen had pranced to the campfire, shoes in her hand. Probably one of the
most sensuous and almost savagely beautiful women Sally had ever seen. The
girl collapsed to the ground, panting. Her violet eyes flickered in the fire
light, her nostrils flared and a hateful look crossed her otherwise perfect
features.
"That fuckin' son of a bitch," she spat, turning her head to see if he
had followed her. "Look at this!" She lifted her skirt. "That bastard damned
near killed me!" Her thigh was naked up to her pussy and bruised so that the
skin looked drawn and swollen in its pre-bruise tenderness. "That sonofa...
ooohhh," site grunted hatefully.
"Come on, you know Luke's temper. Ain't news to us!" Sam and Pete
exchanged laughing glances, while Sally stared, mouth open at the girl.
"That creep ain't got no class," she spit again, after a second's
pause to catch her breath.
"Meet our friends, Brad and Sally . . . father and daughter.. ."
gestured Sam, obviously the mote polite of the strangers.
"Ain't that cute?" Sissy fluttered her eyelashes, sending shadows of
light over her fair skin. "Now him.. . he don't seem to be so crude. You
ain't
from around here, are ya?"
"Me?" Brad pointed to himself and shrugged. "New Orleans."
Sally watched with bewilderment as her father s eyes roved the heaving
mounds of Sissy's huge tits, rising and falling beneath her cotton
tee-shirt. She wore, no bra, that was evident. Something about the situation
made Sally terribly uneasy and she desperately wished everybody would go
away and leave she and her father alone. But her sense of decorum demanded
otherwise.
"Where's the whiskey?" ground out the stubble-bearded Pete.
"Back there in a bag," the auburn haired girl pointed toward the tree
where the boat had been tied up next to Brad's.
"Go get it." It was a command from Pete.
"I ain't goin' all the way over there by myself, not with it so dark
and all these alligators around," she whined with squinting eyes. She was a
defiant girl, that was obvious. Somehow, Sally had to respect her for that.
"If he'll come with me I'll go get it," smiled Sissy, looking at Brad
and licking her lips where a tiny trickle of blood marred her otherwise
flawless skin.
Without regard for Sally's feelings or desires, not thinking of any
harmful implications of leaving his daughter to these burly swamp men, he
rose to his feet, offered a hand to assist the vixen and headed off toward
the trees in the distance. The night was too beautiful to waste on useless
daydreams, he thought. Watching his daughter dress a few minutes ago had
started his balls aching and this
hot little big-tilted cunt was a godsend. He sure as hell was going to blow
his cum into her one place or another before they got back to the fire with
all that moonshine!
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.
powers.
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 arid
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 arid 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 honor 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.
CHAPTER FOUR
The girl stopped a few feet from the fire, suddenly overcome by an
instinctive wariness, took several steps backward and then stopped again.
They were all trapped for the night. The water had reached the shallow
stream to the left of her now, leaving a small dry island encompassing the
camper site and the trees
beyond. And if the tide claimed any more ground, that too would be cut, off!
And where was her father and the swamp girl?
The events of-the past hour and her present fear intermingled and she
opened her mouth to scream, hoping other campers somewhere out there might
hear her and come and help.
"What's the matter, honey?" leered Pete. "Looks like you just came out
of a hole in the ground." Swallowing dryly, Sally reached and touched her
matted hair, wet and stringy from the swamp water.
"Damn well looks good enough to fuck to me," guffawed Sam taking
another gulp of the moonshine. Noticing her eyes on him, Sam offered the
bottle. "Got tired of waitin' so s we decided to go on a little treasure
hunt of our own. Seems your Daddy got a little furry treasure too," he
chuckled lewdly.
"Yeah, with that slut friend of yours," blurted out the distraught
girl.
"Hey, now wait a minute," sneered Pete. "You think yer snotty pussy's
any better?" With that, Pete rose from the stump and grabbed Sally from
behind, his hands cupping her tits. She strained and twisted but couldn't
wrench him off and when she tried to scream he just mockingly laughed at
her. What had she done to deserve this she wondered, her huge tits throbbing
in fear.
Her instincts at their height now, Sally knew they would strip her
naked and something awful would happen to her. The obscene glinting look in
Sam's eyes assured her of that and she wrenched her shoulders and kicked at
Pete's ankles, but
nothing loosened the hold.
"Real snappy little cunt we got here, Sam.. whatcha say ya give me a
hand." Pete gestured with a nod of his head. Another long pull on the
moonshine and the older man was on his feet, leaping greedily for her ankles
and lifting them. They had her now from both sides and though she fought
them with all her remaining strength, they were carrying heir over to a
stack of blankets outside the camper-truck where they dumped her onto them
and leered at her, rape obvious in their eyes.
"Don't it seem to you, Sam, that since her old man got little Sissy's
pussy that we get a little of this one's hot little twat?"
Sam's grin answered for him.
As Sally cowered on the blankets, their lewd glances increased as they
seemed to grow more restless. She could still not believe that she was
trapped here alone out: in this forsaken swamp with two men who'd proved
themselves to be no better than a couple of pussy-hungry animals. It seemed
like a practical joke . . a mystery novel. It had been her father's fucking
of that no-good swamp girl. The shock of seeing him actually fucking that
foul-mouthed female had swept away all illusions that she might have had
about her father's protective attitude: toward her.
"Why are you doing this to me?" stammered Sally. "I haven't done
anything to you. Please... please," she sobbed.
Pete unclasped his arms and turned smiling to Sam. "Give the little
lady a drink, Sam," he said, gazing back at her long gently tapering legs.
"I... I don't want anything to drink," she said and shuddered with
cold. "Just-let me go to sleep."
With a tenderness she couldn't understand, Sam reached down and handed
her the bottle. "Look, you gonna catch one hell of a cold if you don't warm
up them insides." She didn't notice him winking at Pete who couldn't seem to
unlock his gaze from Sally's fearfully shivering tits.
Not caring what had caused this sudden change of heart, Sally
gratefully accepted the bottle, raising it to her lips and wincing at the
acrid taste as it burned a trail down her throat. Her eyes lifting from the
rim of the bottle, she tensed as she saw Pete studying her as though she
were a whore already stripped naked, evaluating her pussy for its worth.
His eyes moved from the smooth curve of her calves to her tiny waist,
then burned a slow path upwards to her hotly swelling tits pressed inside
her sweat shirt. He'd felt those huge tits before and planned to feel them,
stripped naked this time, again.
An intuitive flash of survival swept through her chilled body again.
"W-What do you want from me? Why are you standing over me?" her voice
faltered with each word.
"Hear that?" mocked Pete. "She thinks we're a couple of fuckers. ."
"Look . . . we're not a couple of raping brutes," voiced Sam with a
hint of smile in his voice. "We ain't gonna do anything to your pussy that
won't feel good."
At this, Pete threw back his head and let the
moonshine gurgle in his throat.
"Then go away . . . just go away and leave me alone," Sally sobbed,
tears of fear welling up in her eyes.
"Hey," Pete nudged Sam. "What ya say we flip a coin and find out who
gets to fuck her hot little cunt first."
Sally wished she hadn't heard that. Clenching her eyes tight, hearing
only the lapping of the swamp water, she tried to shut out all sensation,
desperately hoping that her father would come back and save her from their
hungry cocks. God, why wasn't he ever there when she needed him? These men
would fuck her crazy.
But then it had. been that way her whole life! Nobody was ever there
when she had to have someone close to share her miseries. With a pang of
dread-she remembered him leaving her with these thugs to go off and let that
awful woman suck his cock and then liking it! With a chest heaving sob, she
wished he was dead. Then opening her eyes at the sudden feel of someone
touching her, she wished she could escape.
"Do you like it when I move my hand up and down your arm and across
your big tits like this?" Pete said softly and slid his lightly coursing
fingers up to the soft tanned skin of her neck.
Sobbing, she turned her face toward the water. "Of course not," she
hissed.
"Okay, got a coin brother?" chortled Sam, delving into his dirty and
frayed pocket. "Penny do?"
"I take heads," snickered the stubble-bearded man.
The coin flipped through the air, a whir of copper as it landed on
Sam's wrist.
"Looks as if the little lady is mine to fuck, pal," snorted Sam,
surreptitiously eyeing the coin then holding it out for the dim-witted man
to see.
"Guess I gotta, take sloppy seconds," grunted the loser. "Don't cum
too much and git it too mushy!"
The blatant lewdness of the remark about fucking her and cumming in
her sent an electric shiver of fear down the length of Sally's already
stiffened spine. Unconsciously, she looked out over the dark, reflective
expanse of the night swamp. It seemed incredible that she was going to get
the cherry fucked away in one of the most beautiful places she'd ever been
in her life. A prisoner in beauty.
Sally lay back on the blanket and let the words cut through her like a
metallic edge. Pulling her matted blonde hair away from her face, she took
another long gulp of the moonshine. Sam was closer, his hand resting on her
jean-covered knee, his finger playing gently with the bottom of her sweat
shirt. She thrust her knees against the blanket, but his hands thrust her
more firmly with a slight digging pressure on her skin. Then his other hand
slipped under her damp sweat shirt. She could feel his fingers on her naked
flesh and then sensed his soft caress on the sensitive skin of her stomach.
"You are one of the damnedest lookin' kids I seen m this swamp for a
long time, honey," he said, the leering tone in his voice giving weight to
his words. "Nice big tits."
"I-I-oh, please," she cried out. "Don't touch me! Let go of me!"
"It's all going to feel so damned good fuckin' into your pussy, doll.
Bet you're a cherry. Can tell those things. You never felt a good hard cock
fucking up between them legs?"
She tried to stand up but his arm jackknifed around her waist, pulling
her struggling tits toward his chest as he kneeled down beside her. The
smell of moonshine was heavy in the air.
She felt his hand slipping between the tightly fitting material of her
bra, cupping the smoothly resilient nakedness of her tits between his
fingers and she wrenched her body to the side, setting him off balance for a
moment.
The sight of the rough, seventy year old stranger sent a shudder of
revulsion through Sally's tight little cunt. How could she possibly have
gotten into this situation where she wits going to get fucked by him.
Looking at it objectively, it was completely absurd, but cool detachment was
something her pussy didn't possess right now. The older man's hand increased
his grip around her shoulder, while his other hand moved again to her
stomach, worming its way again up to the deeply plunging cleavage between
her tits, touching the smoothly uplifting area just above the cloth, then
probing his fingers beneath her exposed bra to pinch her naked nipple.
"God," she cued out, and tried desperately to squirm away. "-you can't
touch my titties like that! When my father comes back he'll..."
"Honey, your Daddy ain't comin' back from
nowhere."
"What-what do you mean?" she cried out.
"See that stream over there? Ain't nobody gonna be able to get back to
this part of the swamp until mornin'." He angled himself up on the heaped up
blanket opposite her and crossed his feet comfortably on a nearby log.
Studying her, she thought. What was so interesting about her that he liked
to toy with her titties in this way? Yes, she reasoned, he was playing a
game, teasing her and obtaining his perverse satisfaction by watching her
squirm with each of his lewd advances.
"You know what I think?" he smiled widely and toyed with a handful of
moss. "I think a good cunt-fuck will get your mind off that father of yours.
Sally swallowed hard, fighting with all her strength to keep from
showing the inner outrage and humiliation she felt at being assaulted by his
obscene fuck words. Well, she thought, he would see how much she could take.
She would remain silent even if it meant she had to choke on her own tears
of anguish.
"A pretty tilted girl like you," he continued, looking down with a
peculiar glint in his eyes. "You've got so much to fuck a guy's cock with,
but look at you. Pissed because some older guy dared to touch your hot tits.
Now most women in these parts would take that as a compliment and want me to
diddle their pussy too."
Sally started to her feet, but a swift hard glance from both of the
men told her she would be better off sitting exactly where she was. The
torrent of obscenities continued pouring from Sam's mouth
as he drank more and more of the moonshine. He described terrible things he
wanted to do to her naked cunt and tits, piling up description upon
description of lewd ways of fucking. She had never imagined them possible,
much less heard of before.
With each image his depraved mind managed to conjure up, she felt her
show of strength weakened, until she knew at last the battle was lost. God,
they were animals, both of them! But there was nothing she could do but
thrust her hands over her ears and pray that they would stop and just go
ahead and fuck her.
When she released her hands, the first words she heard were, "And now
we're gonna fuck."
As a last sacrament to her virginity, Sam handed the girl a bottle of
moonshine and smiled as he watched her gulp down the mind numbing alcohol.
Sally felt this thick muscular arm circle around her, and this time
she put all of her strength into her attempt to bolt from the blanket. But
she could not move! Come on, honey, fucking ain't all that bad. Just takes a
little gettin' used to is all."
Sally could feel Sam's excitedly tense breathing as he pressed her
lithe body closer to him, his hand on her waist toying with the buttons of
her jeans. God, this was impossible! Tears of frustration filled her eyes as
suddenly the obscene picture of her father's rigid pulsing cock fucking into
that swamp girl's openly devouring cunt crossed her mind. She sobbed
helplessly at the grim realization that her pussy might soon be tilled with
a deeply fucking shaft of male cock flesh.
She kicked upward with her knee toward his
groin, but this only sent the older man into a greater frenzy of desire to
fuck her. He pivoted her body back onto the blanket, pressing his hands on
her shoulders and angling her back against the ground. Then he slid down
beside her, removing his hands from her tits and listing them over her tiny
wrists.
He pressed her down tighter onto the blanket, thrusting the lush curve
of her ass-cheeks roughly into the moss beneath. One of. his hands released
his grip on her wrist, and she slammed her small fist into his chest. He
laughed, but didn't even wince.
"Hey, Pete," he growled to the man gaping above them. "Think I'm gonna
need a little help with this one. Bring a fresh bottle of moonshine to
sweeten her little pussy-hole up a bit.
"P-please," she sobbed, kicking her legs feebly against the blanket.
"Oh-Oh, God, let me go!"
He grabbed the bottle from Pete's hand and lifted her head up from the
blanket by the nape of her neck, more gently this time, and put the mouth of
the bottle to her lips. The hotly burning liquid sizzled down her throat and
she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was a further
pressure on the bottle forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.
"That's good . . . good. Feel better now, Miss Snooty-Cunt?"
The moonshine taking its effect, Sally tried to rise again, but this
time she felt a pair of hands clasping her feet. She looked down to where
Pete had moved squatting on the ground, his arms reaching to her slim
ankles. Then her arms were
back in the grip of Sam's paralyzing fingers.
"Oooooooh noo!" she moaned, suddenly realizing what was about to
happen to her in fantasy had turned into reality. They were actually going
to fuck her!
Her eyes shot up to the older man who had risen from the ground.
"Pull open her legs," he hissed with a coarse, impatient tone in his
voice. "I'd like to see that sweet pussy of hers before my cock crawls up
inside it and starts spittin!"
The beauty worked as hard as possible to struggle to escape what was
about to happen. She Felt someone unzip her jeans and yank at first one leg
and then the other. She arched her ass-cheeks, wriggling her smooth flat
belly from side to side, but she knew it was useless. The moonshine had
pushed her into a half drunken, numbed state and she sensed her will slowly
surrendering to them as she slipped into a dazed acceptance of whatever they
might do to her next.
Her sweat shirt came off next, exposing the two huge melons of her
round full tits still half covered by her bra. But his hands did not stop
there. He tore at her thin nylon panties, leaving them in rags to hang by
the waistband about her curvaceous hips.
"Well look at this," murmured Sam, glancing up at Pete with a grin. He
stared at her fire-lit body of voluptuously spread cunt, following the
gently undulating arc of her hips up to the flared in waist that again
blossomed into the melon firmness of her naked tits. A long golden strand of
hair fell
carelessly across her shoulder, down over the full firm mounds.
"Alright," Sam said in a choked up voice. "Big Daddy's gonna crawl
home. I wanna see if that hot li'l pussy feels as tight as it looks to
fuck."
Sally jerked when she felt, the coolness of his fingers press against
her hotly heaving tits. She raised her head for a moment, then lowered her
face helplessly to the blanket. Gone now were any dreams of freeing herself
from this depraved couple of swamp men, and she clenched her teeth awaiting
whatever he might do next.
The word rape had sunk into her alcohol-dulled mind with a leaden
certainty. Yet her body still rebelled against it, her now naked ass-cheeks
quivering convulsively from the terrifying thought of how he was going to
fuck her in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could
save her virginity now.
Dear God, if only things hadn't happened this way. If only she hadn't
come with her father, if only they'd parked up in the park where, any number
of people would have responded to her cries for help. A thousand ifs ran
though her mind in disconnected strands until her thoughts were jolted back
to reality by the touch of the old man's hands running up the sides of her
almost naked body. He rounded them over the voluptuous flare of her hips for
a moment and then slid them slowly to the slimness of her waist above her
ripped panties. Her skin was most sensitive there and twitched involuntarily
under his touch. Sally trembled as she sensed his heavy breathing stop for
an instant as he leaned over her. She felt as though
his eyes were boring right through her quivering tits as the heat of his
hand traced a tingling path just before their leering gaze.
"Damn it, man, why don't you just go ahead and get on her and fuck
her?" she heard Pete wheeze. "I can't stand watching her much longer."
"Just about ready .. P With that, Sam's hands slipped to the cotton
clad firmness of her gently uplifting tits. He wasted no time in wedging his
hands behind her back and, with a neat snap of his fingers, undoing the
tight clasp of her bra. The smooth resilient mounds seemed to sway out of
theft own accord, their tiny brown nipples coming to instant erection as the
cool night air rushed over them.
Sally squirmed for a helpless moment, letting out a deep tortured sigh
when the swamp man's lips came into warm contact with one of the smoothly
rounded spheres and he kissed it lightly, tracing a hot moist path to its
tip that stiffened again in spite of her revulsion. She clenched her teeth
and gnashed. them. A man touching her like this couldn't make her tits feel
good. It couldn't!
"Oh .. . ooohhh, pleeeease, no!" she pleaded in abject supplication,
but her protests seemed to incite the man rather than to stop the insane
play of his lips and kneading fingers over her hotly quivering naked
titties.
Sam knelt down to the side of the blanket and again Sally was filled
with the, vain hope that he had decided to stop. She could feel his breath
graze warmly against her flesh in a steady rhythmic pulse that kept time
with the sharp pounding of her nipples and she could sense the slight change
in his
position as he reached up towards her leg. God, it was as though her
vulnerable position had given her a second sight into the man's depraved
mind and she was capable of foretelling his obscene intentions of fucking
her before he had even touched her cunt. His hands ran the full length of
her naked slim legs for a few indecisive moments before they came to rest on
the remnant rags of her tattered panties, his fingers lingering there,
fondling at the smooth, taut skin of her upper thigh just below her cunt
lips.
Hot, stinging tears spilled in the helpless girl's eyes as the huge,
burly swamp man slowly slipped his hands down to the sparse blonde frizz of
her pussy hairs, stroking them lightly then teasing his finger gently
downward to the soft virginal slit of her nakedly exposed pussy lips. Her
stomach buckled up at the unaccustomed hot little sensation up between her
legs. But he was caught up in his lewd task of exploring her cunt and didn't
seem td notice.
Sally, cowering back now in complete tenor, her eyes closed, heard the
harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste in front of her. She
felt the big rough man lift himself up beside her, and then she felt the
warm smooth pressure of his cum-foaming cock head being pressed against her
naked thighs. She could feel its, stickiness where the wet hot seminal fluid
seeped from its large inflated cock head, He arched up on his knees directly
over her. With his hands beneath her hips, he pressured her ass-cheeks off
the blanket toward him, and in one swift ripping sound, tore the tattered
remains of her panties from the full white
half moons of her now stripped naked ass.
"Oh, God" she moaned in fear and humiliation, feeling the silky
material catch between her knees. She jerked back frightened when his hands
reached down and ripped them from her legs, pawing only seconds for him to
admire her tits and pussy.
"She sure has a sweet little cunt, Pete. Look at that tight little
fuck hole!"
His meaty hand reached her and with a sudden jerk, he pulled her up
against him and thrust his mouth over hers, his tongue snaking down past her
lips into the depths of her throat. She lay next to him limply, despair
filling her mind as she felt the hardness of his cum-slickened cock
throbbing into the tender softness of her belly.
There was no escaping getting her cherry fucked away now, and she
realized it clearly as she sensed his hands roaming over her huge vulnerably
defenseless tits. Then the lewdly grinning swamp man began working his way
down the length of her naked trembling figure, licking his tongue down
between the twin peaks of her mountainous breasts until he reached the flat
tantalizing plane of her stomach. His tongue darted into her belly button
tormenting her and she groaned slightly and seized his hair to pull him
away. But with a low growl, he pushed even further down, aiming for the
split of her thighs and reaching underneath her ass with his hands to raise
her naked cunt up to meet his face.
"No, nooohhhh, please, not that! Don't lick my pussy .. ." she
screamed in an agony of embarrassment and fear. But he had squirmed upside
down on the blanket and thrown his leg over her body in such fashion that
his knees were on either side of
her head, holding her pinned tightly down, while his long cum-glistening
cock swung heavily down over her face. His head was burrowing hotly between
her legs like a hungry rodent and his tongue-fucking slippery in and out of
the, moist flowering slit of her nakedly entrapped cunt.
The girl's cunt jerked involuntarily upward as she felt the
electrifying contact between his lewd, wetly slavering tongue and the tiny
pink tit of her clitty. As she raised her head to look down in shock, her
lips accidentally brushed the bulbously throbbing tip of his massively
swinging cock. She turned her head away instantly hearing a lewd grunt of
satisfaction coming from the hot cunt-lapping mouth down between her
widespread legs.
The old man took advantage of her movement to improve his position,
pushing her legs even further apart and clamping his sweating palms against
the naked inner flesh of her thighs. She struggled to pull her legs and cunt
lips together again, but it was a hopeless battle against his vastly
superior strength. She raised her head slightly trying to avoid his hard
cock and could see down between her huge tits as he poised over her like a
beast of prey.
Trapped in moist flesh of her naked pussy was offered up to him in
helpless sacrifice and she could see the saliva and her own juices
glistening around his panting mouth as he tongue-fucked hotly at the
helplessly spread lips of her cunt.
Slowly, this thumbs moved from the half moons of her ass-cheeks up
into the soft, fuzz-fringed split
between her thighs and reached the tender pink lips covering her tight
little cunthole. Then, with a slow torturing movement of his fingers, he
drew the sparse hairs of her cunt apart, exposing the smooth wet inner walls
to his lustful eyes. For a moment, he seemed content merely to gloat over
her nakedness as she lay helplessly trapped upside down beneath him in this
desolate swamp, with only the lap of the water to drown the roar in her
head.
Then, he snarled like a starving animal and ground his face abruptly
back down into the thin fuzzy patch between her legs. His snake-like tongue
lapped teasingly at the thin vertical opening and began fucking hotly up
into the sensitive throbbing walls of her thumb-split cunt-hole.
Her body jerked involuntarily as a desperate moan hissed from her lips
and her nakedly spilt ass-cheeks began to grind recklessly down into the
blanket, as she futilely attempted to escape this obscene animalistic
tongue-lapping of her cunt.
"Please, oooohhh! Don't tongue fuck it!" she cried and then quickly
snapped her mouth shut as he pushed his cock lower in an attempt to fuck the
heaving pulsating hardness into her open mouth. She could not believe that
this humiliation was actually happening to her. She searched her past in one
fleeting second, desperately trying to reason what she had ever done to
deserve such humiliating debasing. Oh God, it was a horrible, unbelievable
nightmare! She was being fucked in her nakedly split pussy hole by a seventy
year old swamp man, it was far from a nightmare.
He listened to the girl's
groans with keen pleasure, feeling the soft blonde hair of her head brush
against his inner thighs as she flailed her head helplessly back and forth
between them. Again and again, his persistent tongue speared in and out,
flicking in and out of the involuntarily dilating walls of her helpless
cunt. This was not the first time in his life that the man had rape-fucked
an innocent girl caught alone in the swamp. He was getting to be something
of a master at teaching them doggie tricks.
The old swamper knew that a woman's body can be forced to act
independently of instructions from her brain. No woman an alive, not even
the
Mother Superior iii a convent full of nuns could withstand the hot
slippery licking of her. pussy without reacting in some way. Some things
were beyond the control of the mind, Sam knew. And already he could feel
that the walls of her hot little cunt hole were beginning to give off the
warmly tasting juices of slickness which preceded the act of fucking.
There was not the slightest doubt in his mind that against her will,
her pussy was becoming aroused and wanting to get fucked. And, in spite of
the insecure, uptightness she obviously felt about a cock fucking into her,
Sam rightly knew there was nothing the snooty little. bitch could do. about
it! A woman s cunt was king when a tongue was in it!
Sally sobbed as she felt the tiny trickle of hot cunt juice beginning
to gather deep inside her unwilling pussy, and slowly radiate out in all
directions, into her legs and up as far as her heaving chest. Her huge naked
tits jiggled back and forth as
he fucked his hotly licking tongue up into her with increasing speed. She
could feel the tiny pointed nipples becoming rock hard and erect, despite
the horror in her mind.
The seventy year old man's mouth and tongue lapped mercilessly up
between her open thighs and he knew that her cunt's surrender was just
around the corner and had to come soon. Already she had stopped smuggling
and was moaning passively and submissively beneath him while he devoured her
nakedly spread pussy below. She had to give in! No human female could take
this kind of treatment forever without sooner or later screaming to be
fucked!
"Ooooh, God! Don't! Please don't lick my pussy" she droned on
helplessly even as she recognized that now there was nothing more that she
could do. She lay in helpless, almost masochistic submission as great team
of shame and humiliation welled up in her eyes. This is the end, her mind
dazedly thought. After this, I can never hold my head up again.
Who would even have thought that she would ever be lowered to the
point where she would lay whimpering and moaning while a seventy year old
wild man slavered like an animal with his tongue fucking far up inside her
hot defenseless cunt! She had never before realized that a lewd, obscene
pussy-licking defilement like this was even possible and now, God, it was
happening to her! He was reaming her cunt out like crazy!
Oh, God, where was her father? Why wasn't he here to help her? Her
mind reeled again with the remembrance of the lewd scene back there in the
swamp where she watched him fuck the girl. How could he moan in pleasure the
way he did when he fucked that girl, knowing his own daughter was all alone
with the other two wild men?
The old man felt her heavily running tears wash over his inner thighs
as she thrashed her head back and forth between them and he smiled with grim
satisfaction. This would teach the snotty stuck up little bitch not to go
running around like she was better than everybody else. Putting down Sissy
when she was no better than a slut herself! He'd teach her a thing or two
and the fuck lessons were going to go on all night. And after that he'd take
her back to the alligator skinnin' camp and keep her for his fuck and suck
slave for as long as he damned well pleased.
Before the night was over he'd have her squirming her haughty little
ass around like a heated bitch and begging for it. Maybe he would make her
suck off Pete while he fucked his cock into her from behind. That would be
one hell of a lesson. There was nothing he liked better than taking an
innocent girl who thought she was hot shit and turning her into a wild-cunt
swamp woman.
Giving her an extra deep fuck of his lashing tongue, Sam's eyes fell
upon the tiny elastic circle of her asshole, nestled fearfully down between
the smoothly curved moons of her ass-cheeks.
This should blow her uptight little skull, he told himself and
withdrawing his tongue from her now visibly pulsating cunt, he sent it
snaking viciously into the tight puckered little hole of her ass.
When his searing tongue circled the tightly closed rim of smooth
hairless ass flesh, Sally's tits felt like they were going to swell up and
pop. She clamped her teeth tightly together to deny him the pleasure f
hearing her groan in pleasure. But a strangled half-groan, half-gasp came
out anyway and her huge tits twitched and jerked as if an electric current
had just been passed through her nipples by clamped on electrodes.
No! He was tonguing her asshole! It couldn't feel good!
"Oh, God, don't lick me there, I beg you, please don't!" she pleaded
uselessly, straining in vain to tighten her inner muscles, and force the tip
of his tongue back out. The only reaction from the man was a low obscene
chuckle and another jab with-his wetly curling tongue into the tight fleshy
ring of her ass.
"Aaaaaaagghh," she groaned again, feeling a swell of erotic, forbidden
sensation sweeping through her tits and cunt like a wave striking a rock.
She sobbed helplessly, humiliated by the involuntary reaction of her hot
pussy as his lewd unnatural acts assaulted upon her naked cunt. How she
longed to t e able to lay there coldly immobile, scorning him or having to
resort to force and denying him the pleasure of arousing her by
tongue-fucking her!
But instead, what little self-control she still possessed was
gradually beginning to desert her. The old swamper's tongue slithered
slowly, teasingly back, up to her now wildly throbbing cunt as his lips
nibbled agonizingly on her clit. Her naked ass-cheeks jerked back up at his
face
instinctively and she found her hands clinging to his thick muscular thighs
far support.
She gritted her teeth and fought back against the humiliation of his
lewdly fucking tongue with all the strength left to her, struggling against
the tiny spurts of hot cum juices up inside her cunt which threatened to
devour her helpless body. Sam knew perfectly well what was happening. He
redoubled his efforts, slavering his tongue hotly and slippery down between
her wide spread thighs like a madman and covering the whole of her nakedly
grinding pussy with the wide open cavern of his mouth.
Then, without conscious volition on her part, her helplessly aroused
cunt began to jerk spasmodically, grinding hungrily up against his
relentless cunt-splitting tongue instead of pulling away. Her hands roamed
up and down his heavily straining legs. For one terrible, tormenting moment
she experienced a wild temptation to open her mouth and lick up at his huge,
lust-hardened cock, hanging only inches from her open mouth.
She remembered the feeling when that boy from the movie had spurted
his hot cum into her clenching hand and the memory tempted her again. Slowly
but surely, she was forgetting about her father, the isolation of the swamp,
her hideous captivity. Nothing seemed to matter now but the lewd electric
sparks racing. up and down her desperately straining tits and rampaging
through her erotically trembling cunt walls.
The man above her was alert to the signs of her virginal pussy's
impending surrender and he flicked his tongue quickly in and out of the now
hungrily
accepting mouth of her cunt. The soft blonde pussy hairs surrounding the
tongue-spread lips of her cunt were tickling his nose and the lust-inciting
odor of her rapidly rising cum juices were beginning to drive him wild.
She's all yours, Sam-boy, he gloated to himself. She's really turned on and
ready to fuck now.
The naked, writhing girl, through the dull haze of her lewdly rising
desire to be fucked, I thought that The maddening licking and sucking of her
hotly flooding cunt was never going to end. Her naked ass bucked and
squirmed helplessly beneath him as his hungry tongue fucked into her over
and. over again. Then, abruptly, he stopped, raising his head and turning
his body around on top of it so that he looked directly down into her face.
First he bent quickly and ground his cunt-slickened lips against hers so
that she could taste the sweet orgasmic juices from her own hotly seeping
pussy. Then he backed off, looking at her with a lewd sadistic grin.
"And now, little Miss.. whatever your name is," he chortled, "I am
going to fuck the livin' shit right out of your snooty pussy, so spread it
wide, baby!"
"No!" she managed to respond, knowing that she had very little
strength left in her after that wild tongue-fucking he had just subjected
her to. Oh God, she didn't want to think about that! As she'd known would
happen, he ignored her verbal refusal and bent over her prostrate body,
clamping his teeth down over one nakedly throbbing nipple and biting her
until she moaned in a combination of pain and intense pleasure.
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"When I'm though with you, you're gonna beg for cock, just like Sissy
does with all of us. You're gonna get down on your hands and knees and ask
me to put my big thick dick anywhere I wanna put it; In your cunt, in your
mouth, up your ass, anywhere!"
"Please," she stammered, determined to make one last effort. "You're
too big! I'm a... a virgin. You'll split my cherry!"
Her words couldn't have been more poorly chosen.
His only response was an amused burst of laughter as he nudged her
unwilling thighs further apart and kneeled between her legs, ready to fuck
her.
Sally quivered, something perverse and evil deep inside of her now
wanted this disgraceful fuck to happen to her! The wild tongue-fucking her
hot little cunt had just received and some evil demon in her hot pussy urged
her onward, fighting against all the moral training she had been taught. Her
cunt and throbbing tits were her master now. This seventy year old gnarled
swamp man had made her want cock where all before him had failed!
Fear didn't dominate her again until she saw the size of the hugely
throbbing cock in his hand being guided forward towards her cringing little
cunt hole. Then the fear took over and once again she began to whimper,
anticipating the pain it would cause when he fucked it deep up into her
unprotected cunt. .
Using the thick rubbery head, of his cock, he parted the soft,
hair-lined lips of her pussy. The
girl beauty turned her head to one side, closing her eyes and no longer
daring to watch what was going on. She held her breath, not even daring to
breathe, knowing it was going to hurt up inside her pussy, but not knowing
how much.
In school many of her friends had talked about what it was like to
have a big hard cock pop your cherry, but Sally had always turned her back
on those conversations. Now she wished she'd have listened more intently.
Perhaps there was some pussy trick. Some way of keeping it from hurting
terribly.
He fucked his cock forward slightly.
"Oooohhh, God!" she sobbed, feeling the painful pressure against the
tight, clenched lips of the thin little cunt mouth.
Positioning himself on her with his powerful shoulder muscles, he
fucked inward again. Christ, she's got a tight cunt, he grunted to himself,
feeling the hard rubbery tip of his cock pop suddenly up into the narrow,
cock-stretching passage.
"Aaaaaaaaggghhh! God!" It was in! It was her cherry that popped!
"Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!"
Real screamer, aren't ya." he gloated and wondered if by chance Sissy
and that Daddy of Sally's had gotten back and were watching him fuck the
daughter. Too bad they can't see it, he thought, because he would have loved
it if someone besides that demented Pete could see him fucking her. But wait
until he got her back to the alligator camp. Boy, things would be different
then!
The cock-impaled girl jibbered again and again from the pressure on
her suddenly fucked-away hymen. The old swamper looked down on her pain
contorted face. He was making the stuck-up little bitch yell, there was no
doubt about that, and he was enjoying every minute of his cock embedded in
the warm, wet tightness of her cunt.
Her high and mighty attitude would be fucked away forever when his
cock finished with her and she would never be the same again. They never
were when old Sam finished with them. Spread eagled below him she was
writhing and panting, groaning and gasping for breath, reduced now to a
helplessly quivering mass of fearful pain-wracked pussy and tit flesh and
nothing more.
The old man grinned and fucked his cock up inside her cunt another
inch or two, feeling the hot moist walls of her tightly clasped little
pussy-hole yield unwillingly before the force of his driving hardness. There
was no stopping him now and he flexed his ass muscles tightly and shoved
himself home, burying his long thick cock in her to the hilt and pushing the
hot cum-slickened flesh of her cunt before him in soft rippling waves of
dominance. Them, with a heavy grunt, he had slammed it all the way up into
her belly not stopping until his heavy, cum-filled balls slapped flatly up
against the helplessly upturned cheeks of her ass.
"Oooooh, God!" she groaned beneath him in hopeless agony and
pussy-splitting pleasure. It was a sensation unlike anything else she had
ever felt before in her life. Her cunt felt as if it had been
forced apart by something great and wonderful, hard, yet yielding, molding
itself to the shape of her never-before fucked pussy. His long, hotly
pulsing cock seemed to fill her cunt walls completely. She could feel every
tiny ridge and indentation of it as it fucked itself snugly up inside her
cock-stretched belly.
The huge man let his weight settle down on her, crushing her nakedly
writhing ass-cheeks further down into the soft moss beneath the blanket and
flattening her huge nipple-tipped tits back against her chest. He flexed his
cock, tensing the head of it as hard as he could up inside her, curious to
see what effect it would have on her cunt.
"Uuuuuugggh," she groaned in response, her beautiful face now twisted
with the humiliation of lying widespread and servilely beneath him while
another man watched his cock sink deep in her spread pussy-hole. She could
hear his panting and knew he was still there. Opening her eyes just a slit,
she looked up to see Pete's face leering dim-wittedly down at her. He'd
leaned over slightly, just enough so that he didn't miss a stroke of the old
man's fucking, all the while stroking his own long, hard cock.
"Like that?" Sam then asked mockingly, flexing it again to make her
moan a second time. "You're gonna like it even better before I get through
fuckin' it to ya. Flow does it feel to have a man's cock inside that cunt of
yours?"
"Oh please," Sally cried out helplessly. "Don't do that anymore."
"Why? Does it feel too good for ya? Fraid it's gonna make your hot
little pussy cum?"
Seeing that the last reserve of her resistance was almost broken, the
old man began a slow gentle fucking motion in and out between her
torturously stretched thighs. He could feel her tight cunt hole loosening up
slightly with each successive stroke and he realized that he was moving more
freely now.
Her pussy walls had instinctively begun to secrete more of the natural
cunt juices that allowed his cock to fuck in and out more easily.
It won't take long now for her to blow her nuts, he assured himself as
he fucked slowly in and out between her legs. He had started her off Well by
sucking her cunt until, in spite of herself, she had begun to enjoy it. And
now, once the momentary soreness of having her cherry punched out had
passed, he would have her love being fucked too.
For the seventy year old swamper, it was not enough just to fuck a
girl, something almost any strong cocked guy should be able to do with mere
force. What he really wanted was to transform this beauty who'd been so
innocent until he got into her.
He wanted to see her squirming lustfully under him, her emotions
reduced to a desperate, uncontrollable desire. He wanted to watch those big
hot titties of hers swell up with sexual excitement until they threatened to
explode cum out of her nipples. He wanted her long tapered legs locked
hungrily up around his back, urging him to fuck her deeper. He wanted to
hear her babble out words like fuck, cock and cunt when he emptied the cum
from his balls deep up into her ravenous, cock-filled cunt.
He had known, somehow, the moment he had laid eyes on her, that there
was a hot sensual streak hidden in her snooty little cunt just waiting for
the right cock-touch to bring it roaring out. Then when he had first fucked
his tongue up her involuntarily flowering cunt and felt the first slow
pulsation's of excitement begin, he had known that he was on the right
tract.
Now, it was merely a question of time before she snaked her legs up
behind his back and screamed for his cock to fuck her big hot tits off.
The grizzly old swamp man stepped up the pace of his fucking slightly,
raising himself up on his hands and knees and fucking almost straight down
into her fur-rimed little cunt-hole so that the long hard shaft of his
stone-hard cock would fuck directly across thc tiny, sensation-filled tit of
her clit.
She had stopped groaning in complaint now and he knew that the moment
was approaching when he would have her fucking her hot little pussy back up
around Iris cock with pleasure and admitting it.
Despite her almost total lack of experience with fucking, Sally's
female instincts told her quite clearly what was happening. The battle going
on here was psychological as well as physical. She knew she was losing badly
in both her cunt and mind. This was going to be more than a mere rape of her
pussy, and the girl knew that the old man would not be satisfied until he
had fucked her emotionally as well. He wanted his cock in her brain, too!
And even now, she could feel her tortured mind and pussy dipping, no
matter how much she tried
to focus her thoughts on her hatred for him and the fact that he was
rape-fucking her. There were lewd, licking little flames of desire spreading
through her cunt-walls and tits and she could already see where she was
headed .. . a wild, screaming cum-fuck! Unconditional surrender was on its
way and the thought sent chills up and down her spine as the man's heavy,
slippery pistoning cock fucked powerfully into her.
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