Paul Tate: Camping with daddy

She seemed to have become another woman, a different person entirely. Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching cum, her tongue swirling hotly up into his mouth. Her already huge tits seemed to double in size as the rock-hard little nipples bored into his chest like tiny spreading bullets.

"Ohhhhhh!" she was whimpering up around his hot mouth-fucking tongue, as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her tightly locked cunt begin to contract and expand fiercely around his mercilessly fucking cock. He quickened the stroke again wanting to make this a pussy-bursting cum she would remember for the rest of her life. One she would never forget!

Then he felt her nakedly jerking ass lurch momentarily out of control, the muscles in her cunt clawing and sucking at his insanely pistoning cock as if she wanted to crush it out of existence. She was panting like a runner at the end of a three mile race and suddenly he knew that his ball-popping cum was in sight for him, too.

And then suddenly, their cock and cunt exploded together, and it seemed for an instant as if they were both owners of the same body. Sally could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began and her legs seemed to shoot out into independent orgasms of their own. A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits. She felt his hotly jerking balls suddenly explode and begin to jerk down in the wide split crevice of her open buttocks and his pent up cum spew hotly out into her womb. Touching and filling her in places up inside her thirsty belly that she never dreamed could be reached.

A low, pagan-like groan escaped his lips as she screamed out her cum, and the two of them, the seventy year old swamp man and the ex-virgin, licked and ground their tongues into each other's saliva-filled mouths like animals in heat, their bodies jerking convulsively and nakedly against each other.

The spasm passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her milking pussy-well. Neither one of them moved as her cream filled cunt slowly relaxed and throbbed to an even tighter squeezing tightness around his deflating cock.

As the fog cleared from Sally's mind, she was left with a feeling of deep confusion. There was no doubt in her mind that she had been fucked good and proper and waves of shocked surprise that she had accepted it so whore-like swept uncontrollably over her.

A short time ago she had never seen this man, old enough to be her grandfather, before! Now he'd become the first man ever to fuck her! And strangely, instead of resisting him or at least trying to lie there coldly while he fucked his lewd cock up into her virginal cunt, she had acted like a slut and fucked wildly back. No better than that slut, the swamp girl she had seen sucking her father's cock.

A loud, lewd laugh startled her out of her reverie. Opening her eyes, she felt the heavy weight of Sam's gray haired chest lift from the huge tits and expose their sweating nakedness to the chilling night breeze.

"That's a fine, hot fuckin' pussy you got there, girl. Me an' the boys is gonna enjoy havin' it around for a while. Now, you get up and get your clothes on. I'm takin' yow back to the alligator skinnin' camp with me. Looks like that asshole, Pete, has already gone. That tide's slipped out so's we can walk it now. I know the trail well as my hand."

"B-But what about my f-father?" the girl stuttered as her modesty returned and she pressed her hands over her nakedly exposed tits trying vainly to hide them. "He won't know where to find us."

"Don't you worry none," he grinned a toothy grin. "The way he was fuckin' Sissy in the mouth back there in the swamp, I'm sure she already got him on the floor of the damp tent sucking his balls dry again. Now, you get up off that hot-to-fuck li'l, ass of yours and let's go."

He reached a hand down to help her and the girl looked up at him, her eyes glazing momentarily over in thought.

My God, what happened to me she wondered, feeling all the strength of her lithe body dissipate in an agonizing shrill of fear. It had been bad enough being raped by one man… the man who stared down at her now, offering a hand to help her to her feet. But then losing control of herself and fucking back at him like an aphrodisiac drugged whore like that, it was simply too much to believe! And now, now he was taking her back to his campsite for the others to fuck too. And her father, where was he now?

She gritted her teeth, trying to gather the strength to rise to her feet, but the fear of what was to came held her cemented to the ground. "Lemme give you a hand," grunted the dark silhouette above. And then strong arms were lifting her up off the ground.

Shakily she was on her feet again, her head throbbing from the moonshine churning in her stomach, her pussy and tits sore from the wild fuck he had given her. And now what was going to happen to her? She was being taken off to some place in the woods far away from the swamp and away from her father. What should she do? Was there any possibility of escape? The only good aspect of her situation was that at least the stupid, ugly-looking Pete had left and not demanded his turn at fucking her next.

Turning to look over her shoulder, she realized that there was nothing more she could do then. Her father deserting her had left her no choice what-so-ever. If she stayed here alone, God knows what other gang might come along and fuck her too.

After Brad Grover had fucked the savage girl on the moss covered ground of the swamp, he had collapsed back on the ground and tried to rest for a moment. But seconds later, he again felt warm, wet lips and tongue licking hotly at his cock and balls down between his legs. He tried to concentrate on what she was doing and will himself to hardness again, but the wild fuck he'd just thrown into her hot little cunt had drained his balls dry.

There wasn't a milligram of cum left in them to inspire him further and he felt his mind drifting off into a deep relaxed sleep as the intensity of the swamp girl's sucking and licking on his cock and balls increased. He tried to fight it for a moment but it was a hopeless battle. A second later he was out cold to the world. It had been a long, hard day.

How long he had slept, he did not know, but when he awoke it was with a start. The silence was deafening and the girl was gone. He was alone!

Jesus Christ, his thoughts flickered through his mind like the wind. Where was everyone? What an idiot he had been to go off into the swamp alone to fuck that girl and leave Sally at the mercy of those other rugged looking swamp men back by the camper. There was no telling what they would do with his virginal daughter.

He rose quickly to his feet and started off back in the direction from which he thought he had come.

He had walked only a few feet, and with the moon at a different angle in the night sky, he knew he was close to lost. His loud shouts of hello brought no response from the starless night, his echoes resounding back to him in mocking whispers. He knew he could get back to the campsite where hopefully his daughter and their camper would be safe from the rough group of alligator skinners. She he began walking in the direction that he thought would lead through the woods that he thought he remembered passing on his way here. The swamp water had receded now and it was easier to move.

Twice, in the stillness of the night, he'd thought he'd heard his daughter calling to him. He would find her, he vowed. He wasn't going to let those men fuck her if he could help it. Finally, after losing direction to the darkness when the moon went behind a cloud, he came across a dirt path.

He had taken a few, dozen paces before he stopped and realized in the sudden glare of the moon that one set of foot prints was exceedingly small, about the same size as Sally's. Had something frightened her to make her leave the campsite? He quickened his pace and hoped with all his heart that the nondescript pathway led to where the swampers had obviously taken her. It had to be back to the camp that the one old man named Sam, had mentioned earlier.