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Date: Thu, 05 Jan 2006 06:06:19 +0000
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A Family Adventure by MischievousGntlman My wife, son, daughter and I were
tired. We had hiked all afternoon up the mountain, then set-up camp for the
night. My son and I made ourselves a nice camp, well organized, as my wife and
daughter prepared dinner. It might've been freeze-dried and instant food, but
we all knew it was going to taste like manna from heaven after the long, hard
16 mile trek. And it did. We had just finished eating and were relaxing in the
relatively warm night air around the fire, feeling the ache in our muscles,
when the rain came. It was a cloudburst and forced us to scramble getting our
perishables into the large family-sized tent. The hard rain only lasted for ten
minutes or so, but it was enough to soak us all to the bone. By the time we
were in the tent and buttoned-up against the elements, the rain had died down
to a soft pitter-pat on the tent. It was too late, though, to suit us. We were
all cold, wet, and miserable. "We need to get out of these wet things as soon
as possible," my wife said, "or we're all going to catch our death of cold."
"No argument from me," I said and my son and daughter chimed-in with their
agreement. "Then let's get started" my wife said. "Sure," I agreed. "Let me
help you put up the divider." My wife Claire and I unraveled the fabric divider
and hung it across the middle of the tent. My son Danny collected his mom and
sister's backpacks and put them on the other side and spread out the sleeping
bags while we worked. My daughter Janelle pretty much just stood around and
shivered while dripping a puddle on the floor near the door of the tent. I
couldn't help but notice how her nipples stuck out underneath her wet T-shirt
and bra. God, how she'd grown! She was a real looker: long blonde hair like
silk, nicely rounded grown-up breasts, a tiny waist, and a tight perky round
butt that just ached to be patted. Once we had the divider up, the girls went
underneath to their side and started to change while Danny and I stayed on our
side and did the same. "Do you mind if we have the lantern, guys?" my wife
asked. "It's too dark over here to see what we're doing." I picked it up and
hoisted it over the divider and my wife took it. "Thanks." She set it down, but
it must've been against the far wall of the tent 'cause the girls' shadows fell
across the divider. I didn't notice at first. My son and I started to change
out of our wet clothes. I did notice, though, that when we both got down to our
underwear, he turned away from me. He wasn't normally shy in front of me and I
wasn't shy in front of him either. Then I noticed the shadows on the divider
and saw the outline of my wife and daughter. They were two naked beauties. It
was like a soft-core porno flick of silhouettes just three feet from my son and
I. As I stared, I felt myself starting to get hard and hurriedly turned my back
to my son as he had done to me. So...that's why the poor kid got shy all of a
sudden, I thought. No shit, kid. I feel the same. I quickly put it out of my
mind and peeled my wet underwear off, then put on my jogging pants and a T-
shirt. The dry clothing made me feel instantly warmer, but a chill was still
deep in my bones. "Hey, hon? Did you pack any liquor?" Usually, we would take
along some brandy or whiskey. Liquid was difficult to haul in a pack, due to
the weight, so we'd opt for the hard stuff...more punch for less weight. It was
handy to have if we needed it for first aid, but usually it served as a
nightcap and a little touch of civilization on our backpacking trips. "Yeah,
you read my mind" my wife replied. "It's in the outside pocket of your pack."
"Oh, thanks! Make me carry it, huh?" "The only way to travel, my dear." While I
was chagrined at having been duped, I was grateful to my wife when I found four
pints of whiskey tucked in around my socks and underwear. "Wow. You weren't
fooling around. Planning a party or something?" I asked when I found it. "Well,
they forecasted this rain and I thought it'd be nice if we got caught in it.
Help warm us up a bit, you know?" "Us? You mean the kids, too?" My son, just
pulling his T-shirt on over his head, looked at me with eyes as big as
quarters. "Well, I guess a little wouldn't hurt," my wife said. "Do you think?"
"Sure, Dad," Janelle quickly added. "Danny and I are just as cold as you and
Mom. It's only fair." I looked at my son and smiled. "OK. I guess we all
deserve a little. It's been kind of a tough hike so far. But you two be
careful," I said looking at Danny. "I don't want to be responsible for getting
my own kids drunk. And I especially don't wanting anyone getting sick." "We
won't dad," Janelle whined from the other side of the divider. I got a bottle
out and buttoned up my pack. As I turned around, I saw the silhouette of my
naked daughter. She was sticking out her chest and arching her back as she
pulled her nightgown on over her head. I glanced over at Danny and noticed he
was staring too, but at my wife's shadow. Then I noticed Claire's image bent
over her backpack, her large, naked breasts shaking as she stuffed clothing
down toward the bottom. God, poor kid, I thought. This must be torture. Then I
became aware of my own growing erection and sat down before he noticed. My
movement must've distracted him 'cause he quickly looked at me and half-laughed
nervously as he sat down across from me. "Quite a show, huh?" I whispered. "No
kidding," he said quickly and quietly. Then, self-conscious, he tried to cover
himself. "I mean, well..., uh..." he said looking away. I just patted him on
the arm and opened the bottle of whiskey. "Here," I told him. "You look like
you need it, but just a little tiny sip." He took a gingerly sip, then gasped.
"Wow. That burns." "Warms your insides, doesn't it?" "Yeah," Danny said
smiling. "That's pretty cool how it does that. Doesn't taste too good, though."
"Just remember that bad taste when you get older," I advised him, then took the
bottle from him and swallowed deeply. God it felt good. The chill seemed to
disappear and was replaced with a warm, cozy feeling. Janelle came from
underneath the divider to sit with us on our sleeping bags. I handed her the
bottle and admonished her like I did Danny. She, too, felt warmed, but didn't
quite like the taste. Soon, Claire took down the divider and we had more room
to spread out. We were warmer now and fairly tired, so we took the opportunity
to lay across our bags and talk as we drank our whiskey...enjoying the feel of
our warm bed clothes and soft sleeping bags. The kids seemed pretty chatty, an
extremely rare occurrence for teenagers, and Claire and I were loving it. I
could tell just by looking in her eyes that we were kind of re-discovering our
children...or perhaps getting to know them for the first time as the adults
they were so quickly becoming. Either way, it was great and we were both
enjoying their company. Before we knew it, the bottle was empty and I relented
to pleadings from everyone to break out another one. I think we were all
enjoying the time and didn't want it to end. We were also just starting to get
warm enough to forget how cold we were earlier. Then it seemed like no time
when I got out the third bottle. We were all having a great time passing the
whiskey around and talking about everything and anything. It was obvious the
kids felt like adults and they seemed to be coming out of their shells. I also
wondered if maybe they were getting drunk. Either way, though, it was great to
have them be so open with us, a nice and welcome change, so neither Claire nor
I wanted it to end. I guess that's why I don't even remember getting out the
last bottle. Then again, I guess Claire and I were getting kind of lit too. I
eventually concluded that 'lit' wasn't the word for it. The whiskey seemed to
hit me all at once and I realized suddenly that I was three sheets to the wind,
practically knock-down drunk. As I watched Claire talking, I realized she was
close to blitzed, but doing pretty good hiding it from the kids. Amazingly,
though, I couldn't tell if our kids were drunk. Danny just jabbered away about
school and Janelle talked non-stop about her girlfriends and the latest trends
they were into. Then something Janelle said caught my attention. "No Mom, I'm
not that kind of pretty, I mean, the kind boys are really interested in." "Of
course you are," Claire replied. "You're a gorgeous girl. I'm sure all the boys
find you attractive. You have beautiful blue eyes, lovely hair, and a terrific
figure. Don't you think so Steve?" Thankfully, I was listening. "Yeah!" I said
a little too quickly. "Jeez, Janelle. Get a clue. You've turned into a very
sexy girl and any boy that has you should be damn grateful." "Oh, Daddy. You're
drunk." "That may be." Everyone laughed as I laid down on my back and folded my
hands underneath my head. "But I still think you're one hell of a hot babe."
There was an awkward silence as Janelle blushed and looked away. I couldn't
help but notice her large, round breasts heaving underneath her cotton
nightgown as she breathed heavily. I was right, goddamn it. She was hot and
there was no doubt about it. "What about me?" Danny asked. "Girls won't like
me, will they?" he whined. Yeah, my son was kinda drunk, but you gotta hand it
to him. He was not gonna be left out of the conversation. He'd make his own
way...even if he had to appeal to female pity. Smart kid. "No baby," his mom
cooed. "Come here. Sit next to me you handsome devil. You need some lovings."
Danny scooted over next to his mom and leaned into her outstretched arms. I
couldn't help but notice he rested his face right on her nightgown-covered
breasts. If I wasn't so drunk, I'd almost swear he smiled at me. "Were you
serious Dad?" Janelle looked up at me with pouty lips and eyes. "Sure honey.
You're a beautiful woman...even voluptuous (which I slurred a little bit). Boys
must be dying just to get next to you." She leaned forward on all fours and
slowly crawled toward me. "But how come they don't? I mean, if I'm beautiful,
why don't they?" "Well, honey, they're probably nervous." Like I am now, I
thought. Jeez, if that nightgown were any looser around the neck, I'd see her
nipples. God, she had great tits. "Nervous? How could I make anyone nervous?"
Janelle asked as she crept next to me. "Well, because you're beautiful. I mean,
boys can get distracted...or even intimidated by a sexy woman," I said while I
looked down the neckline of her nightgown. "All boys think about at your age is
sex, so they become scared when they encounter someone like you. You have a
wonderful body, like a centerfold, and young boys with sex on their minds
usually can't handle that kind of intimidation." "You mean I really am sexy,
like a woman? I mean, grown-up sexy?" Janelle was hanging over me now, looking
seriously into my eyes. "Yes, honey. You're a beautiful, grown-up, sexy woman."
She reached around my neck and hugged me tight, so I hugged her back. "Oh,
thank you Daddy," she said with relief her voice. Obviously, this had plagued
her and she was having some kind of catharsis or revelation...or she was just
plain ol' drunk. It spite of the seriousness of the moment, though, all I could
seem to think of was her soft breasts lightly pressing into my chest and the
sweet smell of her silky blonde hair in my face. She held me tight and wouldn't
let go, so I just let her hug me and hugged her back. As I did, though, I
became increasingly aware of her body...her large, round, soft tits...her tiny
waist...her firm, round, perky butt rising in the air as she bent over me. I
began losing myself in the moment and stroking her back as I hugged her slim,
young, curving frame. I stroked up and down her back, lower each time, then up
her sides...barely brushing the outside of her soft, hanging globes. Suddenly,
she threw her leg over me and laid on top of me, still hugging me, but I was
frightened. I had an erection and wasn't aware of it until now. Now that
erection was pressing into her young mound and I was sure she could feel it. I
was more sure when I felt her spread her knees to either side of my legs and
just barely press that mound against my hard cock. My god! This wasn't right!
My own daughter was pressing her pussy against my dick...wasn't she? Or was it
my imagination...my drunkenness? I felt it again. She pressed slightly harder
it was perceptible. It was a subtle grind. She was grinding against me! My own
daughter wanted to grind her pussy on my cock! This couldn't be. I stroked her
back, then patted her on the butt as a signal that the hug was over. But it
wasn't. "Oh Daddy," she whispered. Then she stroked my head, nuzzled my neck
with her nose, and pressed her mound harder against my throbbing cock. My hand
rested on her butt after the patt and I found myself rubbing it. God, it felt
so fucking great...soft, round, jutting out just enough. God, I was even
squeezing it now! Massaging the soft mounds of her butt cheeks. They felt so
great, so soft, round, inviting. I kneaded them harder and harder as Janelle
pressed her mound against my cock more firmly. I even squeezed her butt as I
pressed her into my throbbing dick. Then I realized where I was at. Claire!
Danny! Oh my god, I thought, what the hell am I doing? I must be really fucking
drunk...or out of my mind. I jerked my face quickly, clearing Janelle's hair
from my eyes, and looked over at them. I was stunned. Danny had pulled down the
neckline of Claire's nightgown...and was sucking on her tit! She was leaning
back on her hands letting her own son suck her naked tit! For God's sake, what
were we doing!? Danny was flicking his mom's nipple with his tongue (quite
expertly actually), then I saw him reach up underneath the hem of her
nightgown...searching for her pussy. He must've found it quickly 'cause she
groaned and laid back spreading her legs. He pushed the nightgown up with his
forearm and I saw him rubbing her panty-covered crotch. I could see in her eyes
that she was totally blitzed from the whiskey and horny as hell. I suspected
she was going to let our son do whatever he wanted. Just then, I felt Janelle's
pussy grind hard and slow against my pulsing cock. God, she felt so fucking
wonderful. I reached around her with both hands and grabbed her butt cheeks as
I pushed up with my hips and ground my throbbing dick against her young, warm
mound. I watched Danny push his mom's panties to one side...exposing her pussy,
then he slid two fingers in and began pumping them in and out of her while he
still sucked on her tit. "Oh god, Daddy," Janelle gasped quietly in my ear. She
started grinding her pussy against me...spreading her legs wider around mine
and pulling her knees up a little to better rub against me more firmly. I loved
the feeling of my daughter dry-humping my throbbing cock. She slowly raised her
head above mine and I leaned up to kiss her. She opened her mouth. As our lips
met, she pushed my face back down as she inserted her tongue in my mouth and
moaned. God, she was hot. She swirled her tongue around inside my mouth, then
sucked on my tongue as I pushed it into her mouth. She pulled her knees up
further and squatted on my dick now...dry-humping me through her nightgown and
my sweatpants. I could feel the heat of her pussy through our clothes and the
lips of her vagina spreading over my cock. I reached up between us and found
her breast. She was braless...and I was in heaven. God, it was so soft and
huge. Her nipple was like a little rock underneath the nightgown. I squished
her large round boob in my hand, roughly massaging it through her nightgown
while our tongues entwined like animals in heat. Her dry humping on my cock was
forcing me to pump my hips involuntarily back at her hot, grinding pussy. God,
she was hot...like fire, adolescent heat. I pushed her back from me...breaking
our kiss. She leaned upright and put her hands on my chest. Our eyes met. My
daughter blatantly dry-humped me fast and hard as she looked into my eyes. I
reached up under her nightgown and pushed it up with my hands...exposing her
tits to the warm night air. I squeezed them and kneaded them while she ground
her cunt on me. God, I wanted to fuck her so bad. She leaned over slightly,
enough for her tits to dangle in my face. I took one of her nipples into my
mouth and sucked on it. Actually, I gobbled it. I slurped all over her naked
tits, first one, then the other in my mouth, rubbing them all over my face as I
licked them. Then I pulled back and just admired them. My daughter's tits were
like a centerfold's, perfect in every way...and they were naked...and I was
playing with them. God, they were luscious. I just wanted to suck em, maybe
slide my dick in-between them, but I was distracted by sounds across from us. I
looked over at Danny and Claire. Both of them were totally naked. Danny was
standing next to his mom who was sitting down. He was feeding her is young,
hard dick and she was sucking on it like a wanton whore...making gurgling
sounds as her son's cock slid in and out of her mouth. God, she looked hot. Her
naked tits were shaking as she bobbed her head up and down on his dick. I
looked up at Janelle as she reached down and pulled her nightgown over her head
and off. I pulled my T-shirt up and off too. Janelle then got on all fours over
me and grabbed the waistband of my sweat pants. She quickly pulled them down
and I pulled my legs out as she discarded them. Then she stood over me and
pulled down her panties. I found myself jacking off as my daughter straddled my
naked body and exposed her cunt. She pulled her panties all the way down,
dangling her large naked tits above my face as she did so, then stepped out of
them. Her blonde, young pussy was glistening with juices. The lips were ripe
and pink, like a perfect wet dream. She slowly squatted down until her pussy
was hovering over my cock. I watched as she took it out of my hand and into her
own...guiding it slowly into her warm, young snatch. The first touch of it sent
flames through me. It felt hot as it barely wrapped around the tip of my cock.
Slowly, she eased down onto it...carefully and gently easing her Daddy's cock
into her warm, waiting cunt. Oh shit, yes! God, her pussy was so tight and hot
and wet as it wrapped around my throbbing cock. I thought I was gonna spurt cum
in her right then...but I didn't. She gasped as the full length of me entered
her, then she slowly began to ride my dick as I reached up and admiringly
played with her large naked tits. Holy shit, I thought. God, I'm fucking my own
daughter...pumping my hard cock into her hot little pussy while playing with
her tits and looking into those beautiful bedroom eyes. Jeez, it was so fucking
hot with her riding me. She was gasping and I was moaning. Then I heard Claire.
"Oh god, Danny, fuck me! Yes, baby, pump that dick into me. Fuck me sugar! Fuck
Mommy good." Claire was on all fours with Danny fucking her doggy style. His
pelvis was slapping against her butt as he held her by the hips and leaned
back...admiring his own nice-sized cock thrusting in and out of his mom's cunt.
Claire's tits were swingingly wildly beneath her as her son fucked her. She
looked like a total slut...on all fours with her son's cock pumping in and out
of her ferociously, tits dangling, and grunting in-between her dirty talk
encouraging her son to do more nasty stuff to her.
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