Paul Tate - Camping with daddy

To Sally, it seemed as if they'd walked for miles through the swamp before reaching the camp hidden in a clump of trees. Once there, the old man reached up to a branch behind the tent and pulled down a red metal object. A flick of a match, and Sally knew it was a camping lantern. He shoved open the tent flap with a weathered band and grunting, nodded for Sally to go inside.

She cautiously stepped through the doorway, feeling the moss-covered softness of the tent floor tease her toes. It felt good compared to the broken sticks and rough ground that had jutted and cut their way through to pierce her feet.

From one of the mattresses a dark shadow emerged, an ominous shadow approaching her. Sally gasped, letting out a muffled scream, and grabbed Sam by the arm. "Who is…"

"Don't worry, baby. That's Pete. Guess he decided to come home to wait his turn."

"Sure 'nough did," snorted the dim-witted man. "Got tired of watchin' you two fuckin' like a couple of rabbits in heat." His approach brought shivers to Sally's tender flesh. Already she could smell the moonshine on his breath.

"Now it's my turn to fuck her jes' like we agreed, Sam. You won lint, but I ain't got no competition this time." He drawled out his words in a monotone voice that made Sally's tits quiver.

Certainly the older man wouldn't let this half-wit get between her legs and fuck her or would he? She waited for a response from the seventy year old who'd just fucked away her cherry. None came except a low grunt of approval. He didn't even care!

Two powerful hands, accustomed to ripping away alligator skins, took hold of Sally's shoulders then. She moaned and twisted back from his ugly touch until she thought she'd go insane from the shame and humiliation of the horrible debasement she was going through at the hands of these callow swamp people. She could not bring herself to this final degradation they were demanding of her, to turn her into nothing more than a gang-fuck for all of them, even then it meant undergoing pain.

"Ooooh," she moaned as Pete's hands clenched at her arm, leading her to a mattress. She knew what would follow. He would fuck her!

"C'mon, honey," he prodded once more, his teeth glistening satanically between bared back lips. "Let ol' Pete fuck ya now like ya oughta be fucked. Now you just kneel down there with your I hot little ass up in the air."

"Oh, no, let me go!" her voice screeched shrilly, her eyes opening and closing at the mental torture of her hopeless position. He forced her down on her knees and Sally felt his weight press, down behind her on the mattress where she kneeled now, her blonde hair hanging in gold strands about her head. She felt the man's hands smoothing over the soft jean covered moons of her ass-cheeks that swayed gently in defeat in front of him.

The harsh metallic sound of a zipper being released echoed lewdly from behind her and then she felt his hotly throbbing cock poking lewdly against the cool skin of her back. A hand reached around to the front of her waistband and unzipped her jeans, pulling, them in one swift motion down to her knees. Another final jerk and they lay on the floor beside the mattress.

Sally lurched forward, but the swamper's hands seized her hips and pulled her naked ass back at him. His steadily stiffening cock felt hot and moist, already foaming cum at the tip.

"Damn, her naked ass feels good. Oooooh," Pete sighed with pleasure from behind her. "I'm gonna like juicin' this full of cum just fine."

Pete's hands held her arms so that she could not struggle, his knees muscling in between her tightly clenched legs, while he continued to force his anxiously jerking cock into the smooth, blonde fringed slit up between her round ass-cheeks. Sally strained with all her power to keep her thighs together, but it was totally useless.

"She ain't gonna give ya much trouble once ya get it up inside her hot pussy," she heard the old man mutter from somewhere in the room. "She loves cock."

How could he just stand there and let her get fucked like a female dog!

"Yeah, wait until Luke comes back," guffawed Sam. "Then we can all get a piece of the action with a triple-fuck!"

"Well, what d'ya thing of that?" Pete grinned lewdly, his cock throbbing up between her ass-cheeks behind.

Sally tried to stutter a reply, but none came. For a moment she wasn't sure what they were talking about when they said triple-fuck but when she opened her eyes to see Sam kneeling in front of her, unzip his pants and pull out his hardened cock, she knew instinctively it meant all of them fucking her at once! She attempted to break loose, but it was impossible. The long throbbing length of his gently bobbing cock leered obscenely at her around the small, hotly pulsing hole at the end. She felt a start within herself when she noticed that the seventy year olds red cock was growing, expanding larger before her very eyes! It too was foaming cum at the tip.

"Take it in your hand, baby," he commanded, his eyes growing to thin slits in lusty anticipation. "Squeeze it nice and gentle, go ahead, it ain't gonna spit on ya yet."

"I… I can't," she protested weakly, as he released one hand from her chin.

"Oh, yes you will! You done just fine back there at your daddy's camp. Fucked like a whore, like ya been fuckin' all yore life. Now come on and skin it back for me!"

The old man grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his huge blood-filled cock, skinning it back so that the entire length of the red-fleshed head was only partially visible. It popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from the helplessly kneeling girl's bulging eyes. Then the seventy year old's hands were at her lips forcing her mouth open and running the soft spongy flesh of his cock head lightly against her smooth white teeth. He was smearing a small amount of hot slippery pre cum over her lips and she could see down the full length of the thickly throbbing shaft.

In the lantern-lit tent, she could see that it must have been a full eight inches long. Just as big as she'd remembered it to be back there at her father's camp, when it waved tantalizingly in front of her face as the old man had licked her cunt. She hesitated for a moment, dizzy and filled with an indescribable shock at her first close-up glimpse of what had been fucking deep up inside her pussy and what would soon be fucking deep up inside her mouth.

She opened her mouth to protest, but as her cum-slickened lips parted, he fucked his cock forward between them, stretching them in a wide oval around his rigidly erect hardness. She could feel the huge bulbous head sliding slickly up the full length of her tongue, more of the tiny droplets of male pre-cum seeping hotly from it and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent cum taste.

Behind her, the girl could feel the half-wit press his own cock more insistently up between her raised ass-cheeks as she strained back in reaction to the old man's cock fucking her in the mouth. If she had turned around, she would have seen Pete's lopsided grin widen with each grunt the other man made, fucking his huge cock farther and farther up into her helplessly trapped mouth.

Pete reached down and pushed his pants down over his hips anti kicked them the rest of the way off onto the floor. He was in no real hurry to fuck her. He wanted to play and tease her first, get her hot for cock like when he watched Sam fucking her. He ran his hands across the white expanse of her back, then slid his fingers beneath her kneeling torso, allowing them to rove beneath her smoothly curving breasts that dangled heavily toward the mattress.

The dim-witted man tweaked and twisted the small pink buds and aureoles of her nipples until they were hard and erect. His fingers kneaded and squeezed at the round resilient tit flesh, puckering it teasingly beneath his cupped palms. Then he was circling his forefinger over the hardness at the tips, while the lower half of his body set up a slowly making motion up between her trembling asscheeks.