Paul Tate - Camping with daddy

Sally could see the cords on the inside of the nakedly stripped girl's thighs flexing tightly as she fucked her soft hair covered pussy back up over the wetly glistening cock. Her sensuously quivering ass-cheeks lifted several inches up off the soft moss as she struggled upwards trying desperately to absorb the tight little hole between her thighs. The stiffly bulging hunk of male cock flesh sucked into the slick pink folds of her hungry clasping cunt. Sally gasped and stifled a moan as her father's hands opened over Sissy's hugely heaving tits, leaning on them and shoving them back up hard against her chest as he fucked the full length of his cock back into her anxious waiting pussy. Sally could see the thin, tight fleshy ring on the other woman's cunt clasp tightly around his lustfully driving hardness. The enormous bulk of his male cock stretched the mouth shaped lips apart as he thrust deep causing the soft hair covered skin of his balls to slap loudly and wetly against the outer ring of her tiny puckered asshole below. He fucked the long hard cock into her thin pink pussy with an inward fuck that brought an unearthly gasp from the girl, like the cry of a gang-raped virgin.

Brad's naked asscheeks fucked furiously as he thrust his huge glistening pole of hardened cock flesh into the hotly clasping cunt in an increasingly mad rhythm that almost made his daughter feel sorry for the light haired slut. But not for long.

Good! He's going to fuck her hot tits off, thought Sally with a jealous stab of spite.

The swamp beauty's eyes widened and turned glassy and she stared up at the sky. Her mouth hung open and her face flushed a delicate crimson, visible under the moonlight, as though the long searching fuck deep up into her naked belly were battering as deep up into her cunt as her throat and now choking her to death. But all the while her hotly slavering pussy continued to gobble steadily up the wildly throbbing length of Sally's father's cock twisting and writhing like a belly dancer's and her legs spreading even wider apart. Suddenly she pulled them up, knees to her hotly bouncing tits, spurring him on with the heels of her bare feet, digging into his furiously fucking ass-cheeks as her long hair flew wildly through the air.

The girl's breath stopped for a moment while lewdly locked bodies drove on and fucked out a wild scene on the ground ahead. The fuck was becoming more and more frantic with each moment. Sissy's legs scissored open, jerking out to either side of the pile of moss they were on, and tiny streams of sweat beaded Brad's forehead, and ran in small shiny rivulets down the hollowing and convulsing cheeks of his rapidly fucking buttocks. He continued to fuck the full length of his deeply tunneling cock far up inside her hotly devouring cunt until a sharply piercing cum-scream reverberated through the night. Then there was a low male groan followed by utter silence.

Only the sound of a wetly sluicing cock fucking into a juice-flooded cunt could be heard.

Brad stayed on his hands and knees for a moment over the lewdly writhing woman.

Sissy's huge tits seemed to vibrate and the wild lunging rotations of her cock-filled pussy slowed down to tight spasmodic jerks up against the cock still fucking into the nakedly upturned little hole. Her nostrils flared and one long last gasp of breath escaped from her lungs before she collapsed under him, her body quivering uncontrollably as though being slapped by an unseen hand. His hands cupped under the nakedness of her still hotly twitching ass-cheeks and pulled her toward the last inward fuck of his spasmodically pumping rod spewing his hot male cum deep up into the depths of her greedily sucking belly. It filled her completely and overflowed with her own cum juices out of the still wetly pulsing lips of her now more softly contracting pussy.

Sally watched in silence as her father collapsed over the nineteen-year-old's well-fucked body and they lay still, a loose, tangle or arms and intertwined legs, their breathing slowing gradually to small gasps. Sally took one last jealous look and then, sobbing, decided to hide in the swamp, not caring about the danger from alligators or even the swamp men who were probably still waiting at the campfire for their damned moonshine while their two envoys fucked like crazy on a soft bed of moss.

Toes scraping into soft ground, she walked carefully, always looking down… one step at a time, one step at a time, she mentally repeated to herself. Anything to get away from there!

When at last she reached the large tide in flow she had leaped before, she took a deep breath, waiting for the tide to ebb and then, not caring… almost wishing for the swamp's unreliable, treacherous current to sweep her out into it. To be eaten by the alligators, she ran for the point beyond that had turned to an island now by the first stream she had crossed on her way becoming larger and deeper. She felt her toes tight the soft ground, her feet digging in and being slowed by the ankle deep mud. Panting her side piercing from over exertion, she reached the safety of the island, both sides now being cut off by the flowing water of the streams surrounding it.

Once there, she collapsed on the soft moss beneath the trees. Then as she sat there on the still heated warm moss, the gravity of her dire situation loomed before her. There wasn't much choice. Either stay here all night where an alligator might crawl up any time, or try to get across the smaller stream and go back to the campfire to warm herself and put on dry clothes. If she did that, she knew full well she risked the two swamp men gang raping her virginal cunt. She would have no protection. Her father and Sissy could never make it back through the woods now. Her escape across that large stream was the last to be made, of that she was certain.

Finally, she made her way, back and the campfire flickered and sparkled from a distance and Sally, despite her horror of the men whom she knew would try to fuck her, was relieved to see the warming sight. Her body felt as if she'd been running for hours. Hair gritty with sand, her toes scraped and bruised from crossing the swamp, she felt fatigued and desperately wanting to lie down and go peacefully to sleep.

Once at the campfire, she realized nothing had changed. There sat Sam and Pete smoking cigarettes and laughing, now and then throwing a log on the fire to keep it going. Stubble-bearded Pete sat on the end of the stump watching with a hot, ever widening grin as she approached. Even from a distance, his lewdly shining eyes sent a chill of fear and terror racing from her tits to the hairs of her pussy.

The girl stopped a few feet from the fire, suddenly overcome by an instinctive wariness, took several steps backward and then stopped again. They were all trapped for the night. The water had reached the shallow stream to the left of her now, leaving a small dry island encompassing the camper site and the trees beyond. And if the tide claimed any more ground, that too would be cut off! And where was her father and the swamp girl?

The events of the past hour and her present fear intermingled and she opened her mouth to scream, hoping other campers somewhere out there might hear her and come and help.

"What's the matter, honey?" leered Pete. "Looks like you just came out of a hole in the ground." Swallowing dryly, Sally reached and touched her matted hair, wet and stringy from the swamp water.

"Damn well looks good enough to fuck to me," guffawed Sam taking another gulp of the moonshine. Noticing her eyes on him, Sam offered the bottle. "Got tired of waitin' so we decided to go on a little treasure hunt of our own. Seems your daddy got a little furry treasure too," he chuckled lewdly.

"Yeah, with that slut friend of yours," blurted out the distraught girl.