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Camping With Daddy
by Sumddy (sumddy@gmail.com)
***
A teenage girl reads her father's diary about his bi
experience at boarding school, and intensely aroused by
the story, without him knowing she's read it, asks him
to take her camping where alone together in a tent she
lays next to him sleeping and begins masturbating,
fantasizing, only to have her father wake up and join
her. (M/f-teen, underage, voy, inc, mast, m-bi)
***
A heavy snow continued to fall on the boarding school
that night. Most of the other boys in the dorm were
already well asleep.
William and Henry were doing what they did almost every
night. They pretended they were asleep, anticipating
sharing their unspoken secret.
A secret they didn't even acknowledge between each other
during the day. Some mornings they would barely look at
each other. When the night before had been especially
outward, obvious to both, that neither of them was
asleep, and that they had gotten off because of the
other.
As long as they could pretend they were asleep, they
could both claim plausible deniability; and then, the
lights out, go on to arouse each other with the sounds
across the room, of deep breathing and warm hands
sliding on hard cocks, the sounds of rustling sheets,
stifled groans, the sensations of pre-cum making their
cocks slick and wet, imagining their cocks sliding
inside the girls of their fancy, and, fantasies neither
would entirely admit to himself, into each other's
mouths.
Once the dorm quieted down, and a long enough time had
passed that they might say they believed the other was
asleep, they'd both push their blankets down and begin
jacking their already aching hard cocks.
They'd pretend they weren't aware of each other's deep
breathing, the rhythmic, patterned texture of their warm
hands, but they were, sliding up and down their swollen
cocks, pulling on themselves through their pajama
bottoms, getting hard and harder still. They'd listen
for the characteristic sounds of the other jacking off
under his covers, in the dark and silence of the dorm
room they shared. They'd each whispered at least once
under their breath, "Suck me, yes, suck my cock,
William" and "Mmm, Henry, oh god Henry, yess, suck me,
make me, cum, in your mouth. Want, to cum, in your
mouth" as they exploded.
Unable to see each other in the dark, they both
nonetheless strained their eyes to see across the room,
hoping to glimpse the other pulling on his cock,
cumming, imagining how easy it would be to, help each
other.
Sometimes the room would be light enough they could see
each other's movements, and on those nights, they both
watched as they stroked their own cock, imagining,
wanting, hoping for the other to come over to his bed in
the dark.
If only they could see each other's eyes, they'd know
each would welcome the helping hand of the other, his
warm wet mouth, his hot sucking mouth.
Both would know, the other, licking his lips, pretended
he could feel his roommate's wet warm mouth on his
throbbing hard cock, pretended his roommate sucked him
until he came, pretended he felt the hot warm cum of his
roommate shoot down his throat.
The boys could only imagine, as they pictured their
favorite girls from St. Mary's across the field their
swollen breasts pushing out through their uniforms,
their smooth bare legs, their lips, their soft eyes,
their glimmering flirtatious smiles. The girls were
something mysterious, imagining their feminine fingers
wrapping around them, their small hands pulling on them,
their aching hard cocks so painfully hard in their
pajama bottoms.
If they were honest, they'd admit to being as aroused,
that hidden desire to see what it was like, to suck
another cock, what it would feel like, how good they'd
be at it, taking turns, if they'd not only like it, but
let themselves let go, and love doing it.
***
Ashley could hardly believe what she was reading. She'd
found her father's boyhood journal. She had no idea he'd
fantasized as a young man, what it would be like to be
sucked by another guy, and to suck another guy. That
he'd cum so hard, his groans, restrained, hidden, or
that she would get so wet, so turned on by it. Her pussy
throbbed, pulsed, tingled and ached imagining her father
when he was a boy being sucked off by another boy in
boarding school. "Oh my god, that's so fucking hot," she
hissed, sliding her fingers under her panties.
The image burned in her mind, between her legs as she
lay the in the dark of the tent, her father in his
sleeping bag right next to her. She anticipated what she
would do, imagined herself his roommate those many years
ago, his laying in the dark, his cock deep in his
roommates mouth.
She was practically shaking with heated excitement,
frozen there in her sleeping bag, her father asleep
right next to her, their shoulders touching, her legs
tightly squeezed together, her fingers strumming through
her hot wet little pussy under her tiny, little panties.
Ashley slid her index finger through her silky soft
lips, slipped her finger inside her, up to her second
knuckle, in and out, so wet silky soft and smooth, so
hot, so indescribably hot. She was picturing her Papa
being sucked by the other boy, wanting to suck him like
the boy had; Ashley wanted so badly to wake her Daddy
up. She wanted to tell him she wanted to suck him. She
pictured him saying, yes.
***
William awakened one night hearing Henry breathing
louder than usual. The sounds of his legs sliding on the
sheets, out from under his blankets, William knew Henry
was jacking off.
It was so immediately electrifyingly hot, so erotic
William was already getting hard as he joined his
roommate, as he touched himself under his covers,
pulling his erection through the open slit in his
pajamas, stroking his swollen blood filled erection
picturing Henry jacking off, picturing Henry coming over
to his bed, and jacking him off.
He imagined their looking into each other's eyes as
Henry asked, "Can I touch you?" without waiting, leaning
down and taking his cock in his mouth.
Henry heard his roommate's intake of breath. He stopped.
Listened. His cock hard and still in his hand. He turned
toward William across the room. Had he heard? Was he
awake?
Williams face was in shadow, as were his legs; from mid-
chest to mid-thigh though he was lit by the school's
light reflecting from the low clouds, from a gap in the
curtains, the light showing his hand wrapped around his
throbbing hot erection. His hips lifting into his hand,
his blankets pushed down, him pulling on his hard-on,
his breathing ragged as he fucked his cock into his
fist.
Henry watched his roommate's hand sliding up and down,
curling over the head of his hard cock, and began
pulling on his own cock, the image so fucking wrong his
cock hardened harder still.
How many nights they'd both wanted to see what Henry was
witnessing right now. Henry wanted to know what it was
like to feel another cock, to, even, suck on another
cock. He wanted to suck William. He'd imagined it so
many times. Imagined William fucking his hugely hard
cock into his willing mouth.
Something gave way in Henry. He found himself sitting up
in his bed, rolling his legs over the bed's edge, his
bare feet touching the wooden floor. He was shaking all
over, uncertain of what or how to do this.
His side of the room was cast in shadow, and William
couldn't see him watching him, didn't realize he was
illuminated in the theater of the dark, pulling on his
erection, thinking of Henry, picturing Henry pulling on
his cock, too, across the room, so hard, imagining being
sucked by Henry. He couldn't see Henry sitting there,
the look of determination, of spontaneous impulse as he
moved off the bed.
William heard Henry's bed creak. He stopped. Paused,
listened. As quietly as he could out of habit or
instinct to hide himself, he pulled his sheet over his
waist, his cock still aching, throbbing hard tenting the
sheet, his balls aching soft to the feel of the sheet.
He closed his eyes, got his breathing under control,
pretended he was asleep.
Henry knew better. He crossed the room, the boards warm
under his bare feet, his cock rigidly erect tenting his
pajamas, his pajama shirt open, his bare skin breathy
hot. He was going to do this, and he knew William wanted
it, too.
He noticed the large snowflakes dropping outside through
the crack in the curtain, the silence now, the pink
yellow light spotlighting William in his bed his sheet
half draped over his waist, his legs and feet exposed to
the open room, his cock so hard, so big, as big as his,
Henry thought. His mouth watered. His cock throbbed and
jumped. He wanted William's cock in his hands, in his
mouth. He was actually going to do it this time.
Looking through his eyelashes, feigning sleep, William
saw Henry tiptoeing toward him. He could see Henry's
cock just as swollen hard as his own pushing out through
the front of his flannel pajamas. Henry was looking
straight at Williams cock under the sheet, and saw it
bounce. Reflexively, his cock throbbed and bounced, too.
Henry slowly, quietly kneeled next to Williams bunk, his
cock aching hard as he looked down at William's waist,
the sheet draped half over him.
Williams face in shadow, Henry had the thought that
William could pretend he was asleep, and maybe it was
better this way, so sexy, sucking off his friend and
roommate under the cover of his being asleep, knowing
that he wasn't.
They could both pretend, doing what neither would admit
to otherwise, and no one else would know. That they both
knew, somehow made the pretending even hotter. Like it
was wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this, but that
neither could stop, that they both wanted it.
Henry rested both hands on Williams mattress, and looked
down at William's cock tenting up under the sheet. As if
time were standing still, he lifted the sheet from
William's waist.
Henry sucked in his breath seeing Williams pajamas
unbuttoned and open, his erection so hard and thick, the
solid thick vein of the underside of his cock arching
upward, draping over his belly, the V'd underside of the
head of his cock resting all the way up to the groove of
his navel.
William had never felt a sensation like that of Henry's
fingers wrapping around his heated, raging hard cock.
***
Ashley read her father's journal Thursday night before
they left for the weekend to go camping. She'd found it
that morning and couldn't resist.
Laying next to him now in the silence of the tent, alone
together, out in the middle of the woods, her hands in
her panties, her nipples tingling she lucidly recalled
his journal entries from boarding school, his tales of
him and his roommate Henry. She didn't have a plan when
she asked Daddy to take her camping. She just followed
her intuitive impulses. She knew what she hoped would
happen. What she wanted to happen. She wanted to see her
father hard. She wanted to see the cock Henry had
sucked.
Trying to be quiet, the sounds of the rustling down-
sleeping bags seemed magnified in the tent. She touched
herself picturing her Papa being sucked by another boy
in the dark of their dorm room. She would never have
guessed how much it turned her on. She imagined his hot
hard cock in her mouth, her fingers wrapped around it,
jacking her hands up and down its length, her sucking on
it, lovingly, desperately, imagined his cock fucking
into her open, willing, hungry mouth.
William wasn't asleep. He watched his daughter, his
little girl touch herself under her sleeping bag, her
arms moving rhythmically. He could see in the dim light,
that her nipples were hard under her T-shirt, the
movements and sounds of her masturbating under her
sleeping bag so familiar, so erotic, her mouth open, her
eyes closed. He could smell her fragrance. He felt his
cock harden.
He could hardly believe it. His daughter, right next to
him, touching herself, her hips raising ever so slightly
to not wake him. Her breathing, her ragged breaths were
mesmerizing.
She'd left her flashlight on initially to read as he'd
gone to sleep, and while it was under her side, the
light still illuminated the interior of the tent enough
to just be able to see.
Laying on his back, he watched Ashley little by little
inch her way down in her sleeping bag, bending her knees
toward him, scrunching down in her bag until her face
was at his waist level.
She'd left the light on waiting for him to fall asleep.
She wanted to see his cock. William felt suddenly
compelled to let her. However wrong it was, he wanted
her to see him. His cock throbbed under his shorts. His
bag was unzipped and only draped over his waist. It
would be easy enough for her to lift it, and to look.
The thought made him harder still.
Ashley was laying on her side, her legs bent, her knees
spread, her open sleeping bag raised on her one knee
revealing her hands busy beneath it, her face just a
foot away from her father's waist, his cock mounding his
sleeping bag.
She thought she saw his bag move. She was breathing so
hard, her pussy was so wet, she couldn't help but rock
her little hips imagining her Daddy's cock touching the
folds of her slippery pink sex.
William moaned as if stretching in his sleep. His bare
chest came into view, and in one movement he had pulled
his hugely hard aching swollen cock out through the leg
of his shorts. Now when she lifted the bag, she would
see him, all of him, his rigid hard cock exposed and
draped toward his daughter. William feigned sleeping and
rolled toward her, laid his right arm out over her,
above her head. He was now fully open to her if she
raised the bag from him. If she didn't, if she didn't
have the courage to go through with it, he decided he'd
raise his knee to lift the sleeping bag away. He didn't
have to though.
Ashley held still, silent, until she was sure her Papa
was sound asleep. Ever so slowly she raised her right
arm to lift his sleeping bag away from his waist.
She'd cut her hair on Friday, "boy-short" she told her
friend Sarah. Only Ashley knew what that meant, and it
was even somewhat abstract to her.
She loved how light her scalp felt. How her short hair
accentuated her long neck, her soft delicate shoulders.
She imagined Henry, that moment at which he lifted the
covers from his roommate's waist. She imagined the
silence of the snowfall outside as he sucked her father
into his mouth. She cut her hair short wanting to feel
more what it was like for her Papa to be sucked by a
boy.
She wondered if while camping, alone together in the
tent, if her father would notice her short hair, imagine
his hands in her hair pushing her down, her wrapping her
fingers and her lips around his hugely hard cock, hard
just for her, hard because she wanted to pretend she was
Henry. Hard because his daughter, his little girl, his
good girl, wanted to suck his cock.
Ashley listened to his breathing in the silence of the
tent, the woods around them in collusion, alone in the
woods, the dorm room where no one could see them engaged
in this illicit pairing. The secrecy excited her. That
her father was asleep excited her even more. That he
might be pretending as he had with Henry, made her
little pussy cream.
She imagined the excitement of both boys, that frozen
moment, the sheer spectacle of their throbbing hard
cocks, their silent unspoken desire as she reached out
and pulled the sleeping bag away from her Papa's waist.
Ashley gasped just as Henry had. Her Daddy's cock was
big, and hard, swollen, and was pointing at her. "Oh my
god" she thought to herself, "Papa is so hard already"
she breathed out. "He must, be dreaming."
Ashley licked her lips. "It's beautiful," she gushed as
she stared at her father's cock. She leaned closer,
"Ohhhh, Papa!" she purred as she imagined this was what
Henry saw, too, her father's cock thick and swollen
hard, erect and throbbing. "I want to put you in my
mouth, Daddy," she moaned under her breath, "want, to
suck your cock, Papa. Your little girl wants your cock
in my mouth, Daddy."
The sparse soft glowing light inside the tent was just
enough that Ashley could see her father's cock in all
its glory. "Want you, in my mouth, Papa" she thought as
she leaned right up to it, to smell her father's skin.
She lingered there, her eyes closed, taking in her
Papa's scent, the heat of his erection right next to her
face, her mouth, her lips. She strummed her pussy,
making herself so hot, her breathing almost loud now
inside the confined space of the tent, the mere idea of
her being right there, her father's steaming hard cock
so close to her mouth, so close to her creamy wet cunny
so on fire made her forget to even be quiet.
She imagined herself licking it. Her hot little tongue
on it. Her pussy creamed as she slid her finger inside
her soft swollen cunny sucking on her finger, her
father's cock just inches from her mouth.
William watched his daughter fucking herself. He watched
her lean next to him, smell him, want him. Her eyes
closed, his body instinctively wanted to lean toward
her. He purposefully rolled ever so slightly, just
enough so the underside of his aching hard cock touched
Ashley's lips.
Ashley sucked her breath in, opened her eyes, looked
wide eyed at her father's fat swollen cock, the bloated
mushroom like head begging her to kiss it, to lick it,
to suck it into her mouth.
Her father's cock had touched her mouth. In the
excitement she spread her legs even wider apart,
strummed her hot little cunny even harder, faster, her
breaths ragged and lurching, her back arched, her throat
arched, her mouth open and so, so close to the heat of
his skin.
Ashley stared at it, her father half on his side, his
cock standing rigidly erect and pointing upward, out
toward her, right at her mouth. She pretended to lick it
as she rubbed her fingers through her slippery wet slit,
on her back, her head turned sideways, her mouth open in
sheer ecstatic pleasure. She leaned under it, became
bold enough to let it lay on her cheek, rolled her head
sideways to let it touch the side of her open mouth.
Ashley quivered all over. "Mmm, Papa, want, to suck you,
in my mouth, Daddy."
William leaned toward her again, under the pretense he
was asleep, tempting her, the secretiveness, them being
along together in the tent where no one would know, was
maddeningly erotic. He touched her face with it again,
the head bumping into her lips, as if telling her to
suck it, giving her the opportunity, wanting her to take
it, pretending he was asleep, letting them both do what
they otherwise might not do.
This was all so thrillingly hot both were on the verge
of doing things they shouldn't.
Feeling her father's cock on her cheek, on her lips,
Ashley's mouth opened and closed reflexively mouthing
its underside, touching her lips to it, holding her
breath, letting it bob against her open mouth. She so
wanted to lick it, to suck it, to take it into her
mouth.
William leaned away ever so slightly, and Ashley raised,
followed. He stopped and moved back toward her at the
same time, the head of his cock going straight into
Ashley's mouth.
It was so unexpected, Ashley moaned, "Ooohhhh, fuck,
Papa!" pushed her tongue hot against it, "nnn, Daddy,
mmm, suck, your beautiful, cock," rolled her tongue
around it, "nnnn" her father's cock in her mouth as she
heatedly fucked her fingers over her dripping wet cunt.
William strained to hold back a moan. He moved back
again, and Ashley groaned in a certain frustration, his
hugely hard cock taken away from her. She couldn't wake
him, made her want it, her need for it, all the greater.
She pictured Henry, her father pretending he was asleep,
his bobbing cock going into Henry's mouth. She pictured
Henry lavishing her father's thick, swollen, hot
throbbing cock in his hot wet young mouth, sucking,
pretending her father was asleep, and knowing he wasn't,
just made it all the more hot, and Ashley knew it's what
she wanted too, as she wiggled on her fingers, her body
shaking, her mouth open, her tongue reaching for her
father's proud, rigidly hard cock.
She licked the tip of his erection, kissed it, and then
imagined herself being Henry, and put her mouth over the
head of her Daddy's cock, closed her lips around it.
Ashley pushed the flat of her tongue against it in her
mouth, kissed it, mouthed it, the weight, the heat, the
taste and texture, the soft skin and the rock hard
throbbing pulse of her father's cock in her mouth, his
pearly pre-cum salty in her mouth, was sublime. Ashley
sucked, and licked, and then sucked harder, used her
tongue to bathe all around the head, mouthed her
father's cock in her hot sucking little mouth, pictured
herself Henry, sucking.
William leaned slightly away yet again, his cock almost
sliding from Ashley's mouth. She didn't let go though,
she moved with him, and William leaned toward her again,
his cock sliding fully, deeply into his daughter's eager
willing mouth.
Ashley's moaned on her Daddy's cock, her hot little
pussy dripping, slippery wet. Her nipples ached. Her
belly felt so warm. She needed a cock in her. She took
her father's cock deep in her mouth, and just sucked on
it as she rubbed her aching hot swollen cunt.
That she was doing this while he slept made her even
hotter. That she could suck her Daddy's cock without him
knowing. Her imagining her father in the dark dorm room
sucking Henry, almost made her cum.
William knew Ashley had read his journal. He knew she
spied on him in the shower over the years. He'd heard
her masturbating at night. Knew she'd had lovers. He
hadn't expected this, going camping together.
He did though wonder about Ashley having cut her hair
the day they were to leave, the day after she'd read his
journal.
Was she now pretending she was Henry, or at least
thinking about it, making herself crazy with heat
thinking about it? It turned William on, her boy cut
short haircut, what she wanted to experience, being
Henry, sucking him in the dark of their dorm room. It
all made sense now. Ashley finding and reading his old
journal. Her asking him to take her camping, so they
could be alone in the tent at night. Her cutting her
hair.
Just as Ashley sucked him, lightly mouthing the head of
his cock with her lips, William breathed out in
pleasure, and moaned, "Mmmm, oh god,... Henry" wanting
Ashley to think he was dreaming, that he thought she was
Henry, that she was Henry.
Ashley groaned a deep, growling soft moan and sucked on
her father even harder.
"Nnn, yes. Henry, Papa" she thought as she sucked, Henry
sucking another boy, her father, his hot throbbing fat
cock in his daughter's hot sucking mouth.
Still feigning sleep William slid his arm down from
above Ashley's head, and touched his hand to her
shoulder, her back, between her slender shoulder blades
leaning her more toward him.
Ashley imagined he was asleep dreaming she was Henry,
her fingers so wet and deep in her humming little cunny
she'd shaved just before they left for the weekend, let
herself be raised closer, let her father's cock glide
deeper into her mouth, her T-shirt up over her breasts
now, her nipples bare and rubbing hot and swollen and
aching on her father's bare thigh.
William cradled the back of Ashley's head in his big
hand, ran his fingers through her boy-short hair, pushed
her mouth down on his cock; her short hair indeed
reminded him of a boys, short cut in back down the neck,
longer on top, and he pictured Henry that night, sucking
him, and moaned, "Ohhh, fuck, suck me, ... Henry" Ashley
groaning yet again, and sucking him harder, her father
looking down at her lovely breasts, her nipples so hard
and swollen.
He slid his hand down Ashley's long neck, his fingertips
sliding down her back. He leaned her in toward him, onto
her side, closer still, her delicate warm shoulder on
his bare skin, pulling her against him, now moving his
hips, letting his swollen fat cock slide through his
daughter's lips, inside her hot sucking mouth, pushed
his cock deeper into his lil girl's mouth, whispering,
"Ohhh, Henry, yes, don't let anyone see, Henry, yesss,
suck me, suck my cock, Henry, ohhh god, yes, suck me."
Gliding his cock in and out of his daughter's beautiful
mouth, his hips thrusting, Ashley's mouth greedily
bobbing on his cock with his rhythm. She was so sexy,
her lips extended out, his cock so big filling her
mouth, the way she sucked, lavished his cock with love.
Still believing her father was asleep, Ashley gushed and
moaned out loud when she heard him say her name.
"Oh Ashley, baby, yes, suck Daddy."
Knowing he was awake, that he wouldn't stop her, that it
was her giving him pleasure, Ashley moved her hands from
her steaming hot little cunt, and grasped her father's
hard-on in both hands.
"Nnn, Papa" she moaned "let me, suck you, Papa" before
sucking him again, moaning on his cock, her body
undulating in her own frenzied lust, her hands pulling
her father's cock into her hot eager mouth. William ran
his fingers through Ashley's short hair, and she groaned
yet again.
"Call me, Henry, Papa. I want to hear you say his name"
she barely finished, so turned on, sucking him back into
her mouth. "Fuck my boy-mouth, Daddy. Oh fuck, Daddy,
fuck my mouth, pretend, I'm, a boy, Papa, pretend I'm,
Henry."
"Does that turn you on, lil baby?"
Ashley could barely catch her breath, "It does, Papa.
Made me so wet, I found, reading, your journal, Daddy.
You, and Henry. Let me, Papa, let me, suck you."
William pushed Ashley's mouth back onto his raging hard
cock, his fingers in her short boy cut hair.
***
Henry loved the feel of Williams cock so hard and
swollen and throbbing hot in his mouth. It wasn't a
surprise after weeks and weeks of their both fantasizing
about the other. He instinctively knew what would feel
good, sucking, and pulling on William, even imagining
himself the girl he'd himself fantasized sucking him.
He bathed his roommate's hot, hard cock in his mouth
with affection, sucked it, mouthed it, rolled the flat
of his tongue around its girth, made love to it.
At one point William could no longer hold back rocking
his hips to fuck his cock into his roommate's mouth,
both being as quiet as they could, only the sounds of
their breathing, of Henry sucking William, there in the
dark of their dorm room.
William couldn't believe how indescribably good Henry's
mouth and hands felt. The sexual charge, another boy
sucking him, the fear of being caught, made his cock
ache and throb and harden like it never had before.
He moved his hands to his sides squeezing the mattress
it felt so good, and that's when he felt it, the hard
hot heat of Henry's cock press against the back of his
hand.
Henry was rubbing himself on the mattress as he sucked
William. When he felt William's hand, and then his
fingers wrap around his throbbing swollen cock he moaned
out loud on William's thick meaty cock.
As William began sliding his hand up and down, pulling
on Henry's equally aching cock, jacking him, Henry
cupped William's balls in his palm, massaged them,
sucking his cock, sucking William's deeper into his
mouth, began bobbing up and down its entire length,
holding it at the base so it was fully extended into his
mouth, as far as he could take it.
Neither boy said a word. They both pretended William was
asleep, his hand on Henry's cock, Henry's mouth, so hot
and wet, so fluid and rhythmically sucking, his cupping
William's balls so warm-hot in his hand, him thrusting
his cock into his Henry's mouth, him pulling on Henry's
cock in slight movements, letting Henry fuck his cock
through his loose fist.
***
"Oh god, baby, yes! Suck Daddy, baby, suck Daddy. Oh my
god, baby, you feel so good. So hot, so wet, your mouth,
ohhh, Ashley, baby."
His daughter's mouth was delicious. William wanted to
taste his little girl, wanted to make Ashley feel good,
wanted to lick her soft wet little pussy, lick and suck
her lovely swollen breasts, her cherry nipples. He
wanted to kiss her, to slide his tongue into his little
girl's mouth.
"Come here, baby. Turn around. Let me suck..." William
caught himself in mid-sentence "your, cock." Ashley
moaned and thrashed on his cock. He continued, "Henry."
Ashley moaned again, this time desperately hot. "Let me,
suck you, too."
Ashley groaned, "Nnnnnn" on her father's cock, pulled
her mouth from it, gushed out "Mmmmnnn, Daddyyy,
yessss," she hissed, sucking him back into her mouth,
air puffing through her nostrils, the excitement of
being called Henry making her churn inside, her pussy
dripping wet, the image of her father and Henry sucking
each other, her breasts and nipples swollen in heated
excitement.
Her hands clenching tight around William's cock, sucking
for all she was worth, her father's cock, his big hard
meaty cock in her hands, in her mouth, she moaned and
shook as she fucked her finger's, as she fucked her
father's cock.
She loved sucking it, she thought to herself as she
raised herself to turn around. She never let go of his
cock in her hand, so focused on it. All she said was,
"Ohhh Papa" as she quickly turned.
She laid back down facing her father's pelvis as he
raised her leg, as she felt his breath on her pussy, as
she took his cock back into her hot sucking little
mouth, her father stripping her of her panties.
"Let Daddy suck your little pussy, baby. Oh little baby,
Daddy loves the way you taste" William growled as he
wrapped his hands around his daughters spread open
thighs, plunged his tongue into his little girl, sucked
her tangy sweet creamy folds, as he whispered, "Let
daddy suck your cock" as he licked and sucked her
swollen clit. "Let Papa suck you... Henry."
Ashley groaned out loud, "Oh god Daddy, lick me. Lick
me, Papa."
"Oh little baby, Daddy wants to fuck my little girl.
Daddy wants to slide my cock inside your beautiful
little cunt, baby. Such a good girl for Daddy. Daddy
wants to love you back, lil baby."
Ashley sucked harder and harder, her father's mouth
buried in her hot wet swollen cunt, her hips rotating,
pushing herself into his mouth, fucking his mouth,
sucking his cock, his tongue pushing up inside her as
she sucked his cock.
They pushed their pelvis's toward each other laying on
their sides, their energy circulating, their hot
throbbing sex in each other's mouths, the heat of their
bellies and chests touching, everything touching, hidden
inside the tent alone together in the woods, heatedly
sucking each other, father and daughter, the warm
softness of skin on skin, the electric waves of
pleasure, of sensation coursing through them, inside the
tent, in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the
night, where no one would know.
"Ashley, baby, come here, climb on top of Daddy."
William pushed his shorts down, and Ashley straddled
him, so hot she guided her father's rigid hard cock to
her soaking wet hot little pussy.
"Good girl. Ohhh, lil baby, yesss."
"Oh god, Daddy, you're so hard, Papa. Nnn, Daddy, ohhh,
Papa, you're stretching me open, inside me, Daddy, nnnn,
yes, inside me. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your little girl."
Ashley leaned forward, stretched her legs down along her
father's, pulled him deeper, and deeper inside her. His
cock stretched her, spread her open, her soft hot wet
pussy sucking her father's cock, just as it occurred to
her, her father's journal never said whether he and
Henry did more.
Her father's cock buried inside her, Ashley leaned down
close to his ear, and hotly whispered, "Oh god, Daddy,
would you, would you like to, fuck my bottom, Papa?"
William ran his fingers through her hair, pulled her
mouth to his. Ashley started cumming as her tongue
played with her father's tongue, their breathing
frenzied, licking, kissing each other.
Gasping, Ashley moaned hurriedly, "Nnn, god, papa, do
you, do you Daddy, want, to put your cock, in my, soft
little bottom, Daddy?" She wanted to hear him say, yes.
She didn't care if they did, not right then. The image,
the words, made her so hot, so wet. She began bucking on
her Papa's lap.
"You would, wouldn't you, like that, Daddy? Yesss, you
can fuck my little bottom, Daddy. Ohhh, Daddyyyy, nnnnn,
fuck me, Papa, nnn, oh god, cum in me, cum in me, Papa,
cum in me. Nnn, Daddy, yessss."
William squeezed his daughter to him, fucked his cock up
inside her, his one hand grasping her by her short hair.
"Cum on Daddy, lil baby, cum on Daddy's cock. Yesss,
good girl. Such a good girl. Your pussy feels so good on
Daddy, baby. Cum on Daddy, little baby" he urged into
her ear, her short hair rubbing his cheek. William
groaned as he fucked up inside her, his cock getting
harder, bigger, fucking her faster, and faster,
thrusting up inside his little girl's hot little cunt,
her tight little cunt, "Oh god, little baby," he moaned
as he exploded inside his daughter, his little girl
milking his cock. "So tight, lil baby, on Daddy's cock,"
fucking her father's cock, fucking his daughter. "Mmmm,
my hot little baby. my sexy little girl, yes baby, Daddy
wants to fuck your little bottom."
Ashley began cumming again as she excitedly fantasized
where this could lead. Just the two of them alone in the
tent in the middle of the woods, where no one would
know.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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