Paul Tate: Camping with daddy

Hot, wet, smacking sounds resounded throughout the room with each lunging fuck he made into her and blended with the tempo of the heaving gasps that came from both the beautiful girl and the lust-contorted man. The girl's mouth opened and closed ceaselessly. Her nostrils flared in untamed desire that had taken an animal-like grip on her tits and pussy.

Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her disheveled long blonde hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment and the swamp man fucked her hot grinding cunt like a lunatic.

"Oh, fuck it! Oh, God yes! Fuck it like that!" she swooned as he slithered his strong sinewy hands under the nakedly pumping flesh of her ass-cheeks and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed so that he could press his cum-filled balls even closer up between her cum-slickened ass-cheeks.

The constant fucking that Pete and Sam had given her before the third swam per's entry had already brought her pussy to an ecstatic crescendo of cuming. Luke's wild fucking of her already cock-ravaged body served as the final attack. No longer was there the tiniest shred of inner struggle or reserve within her mind. She had become reduced to a savage level of lust-ridden desire to be fucked. Her only thought a kind of lewdly glimmering image of all the cocks that had fucked her pussy and mouth during the past few hours.

Her own insatiably pulsating pussy and lips receiving them all, lapping up their white spurts of cum like a hungrily starving kitten with cram. Cocks, she thought. My cunt, it feels so good with one fucking it. It feels so Goddamn good! The lewd words came like a rush of flame through her mind. I wonder what I would have done if I hadn't had this third guy to fuck me when the other two couldn't anymore? It is a hot cock, so thick and round, and yes, that cunt of mine, it seems to be all of me.

Her body was slippery from the sweat of the crazed gyrations of her ravenously working body, and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth, her long blonde hair spilling wildly onto the mattress and slashing across her passion-contorted face, increasing the savage picture of her final ravishment. Or would it be her final ravishment?

She could feel herself close to cumming. She jerked her desperately straining thighs up higher and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her nakedly grinding ass in ecstatic abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his fucking and hotly growing cock.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, God!" she suddenly squealed with a high-pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a vise-like grip behind his laboring back. Her cunt fucked hard and she held tight to the rapidly gyrating flesh of the man's ass, not moving but with her pussy walls quivering and jerking around him in a crazed, pulsating rhythm. The hotly exploding pressure spewed her orgasmic juices wildly out around his still heavily fucking cock. On down the wide-split crevice of her ass almost drowning his balls in the warm white juices as they slapped moistly down against her tiny puckered asshole.

The third alligator skinner's face twisted into an unrecognizable mass of lust incited flesh. He gripped the cheeks of her spasmodically undulating ass, and squeezed with crushing strength; his long fingers feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began stuttering from her throat.

"G-g-god, oh, oh," she lurched, a grin of ecstasy torturing her lips. He increased the speed of his deep-cunt fucking strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the hot pink hole of her gushing cunt. His huge steaming hardness dipped down into the far hidden recesses of her wildly exploding belly.

He too, sensed his own cum building and suddenly felt the hot streams of milky white cream bursting up from his balls and flooding in long bursts from the huge head of his cock. It spurted out hot white cum-juice deep up into the warmly sucking depths of her devouring pussy.

For a moment they lay still, then the alligator skinner slid like a satiated child from her naked, spread body, slipping from the mattress onto the floor as though she were too hot to touch.

Sally lay there half conscious, her nostrils flaring from the heady scent of male and female cum juices which, together with the dankness of the moss-floored tent, made her head spin in confusion. She visualized, behind half-closed eyes, the swamp, the campfire, the camper truck, and all that had happened to her. Her body felt limp as a ragdoll. But even in its weakness, she felt her cum-flooded little cunt mouth undulating in small, barely noticeable circles, hungry again to be filled and fucked into a pussy-bursting cum.

Intuitively, Brad Grover knew his daughter would be outraged by his abrupt departure from the camp. God, he'd be angry too if she'd just up and left with some stranger and didn't come back. And worse still, the sickening thought jelled in his mind, what it she had followed them out into the swamp and seen he and Sissy fucking like a couple of rabbits out there on the moss covered ground. Shit, everything was going wrong… everything!

The whole situation was a mess. Sally was his daughter according to law, but in another sense she wasn't. To him, the girl represented a woman in need of a lot of affection, perhaps even more than one man alone could give. He'd tried to make her feel secure on this trip, but then that hot little cunt Sissy, had come along. What could he do? Ignore her when she started grinding her pussy into his belly? And Sally, had she left the campsite? If not, why couldn't he see the fire from the cliff?

This dirt path had to lead somewhere and he wouldn't stop his search until he found her.

On a nearby path, Sissy rubbed her shoulders with her hands, trying to warm her skin. Well, the camp's not far from here, she judged, noticing the dark shadow of the tent nestled in a grove of cypress trees. But it was far enough away from the main path to be out of sight from it. She quickened her pace to a quick, steady walk.

That shithead, Luke, she mumbled to herself, as she dug her feet into the wet soil. The swelling bruise on her right thigh was beginning to throb now. He fucked her good all right, but he always got so violent about it. Like hitting her when she told him she'd rather be naked with a woman who at least knew how to lick another woman's pussy right. Boy, that really made him mad as hell!

But it was true! There was nothing like another female who knew how to caress, to touch, to satisfy. Oh that guy from New Orleans…

Brad… was his name? He was a pretty good fuck, gentle at least.

A pinpoint of light shining through the flap of the tent told her someone was home. Well, thank God! Maybe old Sam or even that nit-wit Pete. At least then she knew that if Luke got rough with her, she'd have some hard muscles to defend her. Living in the middle of the woods with three men hadn't been living the life of Riley, that's for sure, she snickered to herself. Oh, sure, there was plenty of cock, and God knows no housekeeping to speak of, but there hadn't been any girls whose pussies she could tongue-fuck either.

Around the moss covered path to the tent, Sissy unlaced her black leather ankle-high shoes and pounded them against the tree trunk to shake off the clumps of swamp mud clinging to the heels. Carelessly, she threw them aside, took a deep breath to prepare herself for the ass-chewing she'd expected and slipped through the tent flap.

In a few seconds her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she tiptoed over to the lantern that was turned low, its dim light sending a haze of yellow light onto a pile of bodies. With a snicker, Sissy picked it up and held it in the direction of the far corner where old Sam lay in a naked heap not far from Pete. Any empty moonshine bottle separated their exhausted bodies.