Paul Tate: Camping with daddy

"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!"