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 TITLE: Camping With My Dad - 3

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Mg, incest

   SUMMARY: Cindy was on a camping trip with her dad.  Circumstances found
them sleeping together nude in the same sleeping bag.  Did she really make
him cum into her mouth while he slept or was it all just a dream.  She
wanted more, much more.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   The smell of bacon and the crisp cold air was wonderful.  I put on a
pair of jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed a role of toilet paper and ran off to
the bathroom.

   "Good morning sleepy head," I heard my dad yell.  I found a private spot
in the bushes and took care of business, burying everything with a hand
shovel just like my dad taught me.

   When I got back to the camp Dad asked, "So what do you want to do
today?"

   "Not go swimming with my clothes on," I said.  We both laughed.  I
looked over by our equipment tent and saw my clothes hanging over a rope,
drying out.  What a difference from yesterday.  The sky was clear, the sun
just coming up over the hills, the fire felt wonderful, and all I could
think about was what happened in the sleeping bag last night and wondering
how I could make it happen again.

   After we ate breakfast Dad wanted to take a hike.  I was up for that. 
"Just don't walk so fast you leave me in the dust."

   "I would never leave you baby," Dad reassured me, giving me a hug.  He
didn't either, staying right with me the whole time, helping me when I
needed it and letting me rest often.  It ended up being a two-hour hike and
I was pretty bushed.  Once back at the camp I grabbed some snacks, a drink,
and just relaxed.  Dad walked down to the lake and did some fishing.

   I think I fell asleep because it seemed like a minute later Dad was
waking me up to help him with the bucket of fish he had caught.

   "You can help me clean these," Dad directed.  "Some are from yesterday
and some today."

   "Oh gross, I don't want to clean any fish," I complained.  It's so
yucky!"

   "You are such a girl," Dad cried.

   "It's about time you noticed," I said, then put my hand over my mouth.
But he didn't catch any hidden meaning.  He just smiled and went about
cleaning the fish.

   I didn't do any fishing that day at all, just piddled around the camp,
collecting twigs for the fire, throwing rocks into the lake, that sort of
thing.  Before I realized it I had piddled away the whole day.

   When dinner was ready, Dad had cooked up the most delicious looking
blue-gills.  I may not have wanted to clean the fish but I sure loved
eating them.  We had some minute rice along with it and a soda for me, a
beer for dad.

   I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how I could end up in the
same sleeping bag with my dad again but couldn't come up with a good idea.
I wasn't going to jump into the lake again, not that the first time was on
purpose or anything.

   After we cleaned up everything from dinner I decided to get my dad
another beer.  This time I opened it for him and standing in front of him
took a long swig before telling him what it was.

   "Give me that you little urchin," he yelled at me, grabbing the can of
beer.

   "That's awful tasting," I said.  I then went over and got another can of
beer and pretending it was a soda drank from it, in spite of its bad taste.
Dad finished his pretty quick.  Mine was only half gone when I handed the
can to him.  "You probably should finish this."

   "You dang squirt," Dad said as he discovered how little was left and
realizing I had downed half the can.  "Do you want me to put you over my
knee and spank you?"

   What a great idea I thought, but I had to act fast.  I grabbed the can
out of his hand and ran off, pretending I was drinking but mostly just
spilling beer as I went.  Dad was close behind me and caught me right away
but there wasn't much beer left.  I spilled most it down the front of my
t-shirt.  You could see my tits poking out pretty clearly, not that Dad
hadn't seen me fully nude already.  But it did look a bit erotic.

   Dad took the can from me and pulled me over to a nearby log.  I caught
him staring at my tits for a few seconds before he sat down and put me over
his knees.  I looked up at him as he finished off the beer can and tossed
it back towards the tents, to pick up later of course.  I wanted him to see
my tits some more so I rolled to my side, still across his legs.  It
worked. He didn't look at my face but directly at my tits.  Then he forced
me back down.

   "So you didn't think I would actually do it, did you?" he asked.  But I
didn't answer as I was laughing too hard at his pretend spanking.  He
swatted me, kind of light.  It didn't hurt at all.  Then swatted me again
but I just kept laughing.

   On the third time I said, "Well either you are a weakling or my jeans
have got lots of padding.  I can't feel it at all."

   The next thing I knew Dad had me standing up with my back against him
and his arms around me so I couldn't get away.  He undid my jeans and
yanked them down to my knees.  Though I don't think he intended to, my
panties were caught in the jeans and went down with them.

   Dad put me back onto his knees and said, "Now we'll see how you like
it." He swatted me on my bare butt twice in quick succession.

   "Ow," I yelled.  It stung a little but not too much.  "Ow," I yelled
again as he spanked me twice more.  Then he held his hand on my butt, like
he was absorbing the pain.  It did make it feel better.

   "Answer me one question.  Are you going to be a good girl and leave my
beer alone?" he asked me.

   "That's two questions," I replied.  He swatted me again but immediately
wrapped his hand around my upper left leg by my butt.  Though the spanking
hurt, it felt so good having his hand touching me there, so close to my
pussy.  I didn't want him to stop.

   "What if I want to be a bad girl?" I asked.

   "Whack, whack," came the swats to my butt.  Then his hand was definitely
down between my legs.  I felt the edge of his index finger pressed slightly
against my pussy lips, as he wrapped his hand around the inside of my leg.

   "Not even a sip?" I asked being a smart aleck.

   "Whack," came another hit and then his hand on my leg again, his index
finger pressed firm against my pussy.  I certainly didn't want this to stop
now.  I had to keep him spanking me.  Each time he got more daring.

   "What if I was a bad girl just one more night?" I asked.

   "Whack," came the expected slap, this time on the back of both legs and
then another on my but.  I was stinging pretty bad now but it was followed
by Dad's hand between my legs.  This time he didn't just press his hand
against my pussy.  He moved his hand up and down between my legs massaging
my leg, butt and pussy, all together.  Still laying across Dad's lap I felt
him get hard, felt it against my left side.  I hardly felt the soreness on
my butt and the back of my legs anymore, just thinking about him getting
hard for me.  What was it that the girls at school called it, turning a guy
on, making him hard for you.  That's what I was doing to my dad, turning
him on, making him hard for me.

   "Oh Daddy, I've been a bad little girl," I whined.  "Please punish me
some more, Daddy, please."

   "Whack, whack, whack," came the slaps again.  With his left hand he held
me down firmly across his legs, firmly onto his now hard shaft.  With his
right hand he rubbed between my legs back and forth across my pussy.

   When camping in the mountains the sun sets quickly.  There isn't much of
a twilight.  That's what happened here.  I suddenly realized that it was
getting dark fast.  Dad was still rubbing me when he said, "You need to get
ready for bed while we still have a little bit of light." He stood me up
and walked off, letting me pull up my own pants.  I watched as he left,
watched him adjust his pants because of his erection.

   Dad put out the fire while I brushed my teeth and then got into my
pajamas.  Sometime during the day he had my sleeping bag all set and ready,
next to his.  I climbed in and yelled out, "I'm done."

   A minute later he came in.  "Close your eyes," he said as he used a
flashlight to help him get ready.  I glanced at him anyway and saw that he
was now in his pajamas too.

   He saw me peeking and said, "Don't laugh.  Your mother made me bring
these and promise to wear them to make you feel more comfortable."

   Dad put out the light and hopped into his sleeping bag.  We both laid
there a minute before I said, "It's kind of cold, isn't it?"

   "A little," he replied.

   I waited a minute and then asked, "Can I get in there with you?  I
stayed so warm last night.  I don't want to freeze to death."

   There was a pause and then I heard Dad say, "Don't you tell anybody I
let you sleep with me."

   "Oh thank you, thank you Daddy," I said as I got out of my sleeping bag.
It was pretty dark by now and you couldn't see much of anything.  The moon
hadn't risen yet.  I decided this was my one and only chance.  Before
getting into my Dad's sleeping bag I removed my pajamas, even my panties. I
was totally nude, only Dad couldn't tell until I got in.

   "Where are your pajamas?" Dad asked.

   "I told you I was going to be a naughty girl tonight," I explained.  "I
am going to sleep without my pajamas, just like last night.  I bet you
can't do it."

   "Well I could but I shouldn't," Dad said.  "Last night I did it to save
your life.  This would be different."

   "Well I'm sorry but you can't wear them in here with me," I protested.
"They are just too rough on my skin after you whipped me so hard.  You will
just have to take them off.  I'm not fooling, my bottom and legs are really
sore and your pajamas hurt when they touch my skin.

   Though I didn't really think that would work, Dad did it.  He removed
his pajamas so it was just him and me in the same sleeping bag, both nude.
Dad was on his back and I was on my side facing up against him.  I slid my
left knee up across his hip and felt what I had hoped was there, an
erection.  Gently I moved my leg up and down lightly rubbing him.

   "You know you are going to get us both in trouble if you keep doing
that," Dad warned me.

   "I told you I wanted to be a bad girl tonight," I replied.  This was the
time to make my move.  I slid down a little in the bag and took his penis
in my hand.  Wrapping my fingers around it I moved it up and down the
length of his erection, just like the girls at school told us to do.

   Dad moaned and then said, "Oh Cindy we can't be doing this." But he made
no effort to stop me.

   He was hard as rock.  I slid down further in the bag and took him into
my mouth.

   "Oh God in heaven," he cried as I began to give my dad the best blow job
I knew how, only having done one before and knowing no more than what I
learned from my school mates.  I sucked him off for several minutes.  He
moaned some more and when I sucked him really hard he yelled out, "Oh
Christ I'm going to hell for sure."

   That's when he erupted.  I caught as much as I could in my mouth but
made sure I let some go into my hand just like the night before.  I
swallowed several times before he was through.  I quickly got up on my
knees and wiped the cum in my hands all around my pussy, again making sure
there was plenty pushed inside.

   Dad's penis was going limp and I wasn't done with him yet.  "Am I being
a naughty girl for you Daddy," I asked as I crawled my way back up his
body.

   "I'm the naughty one, Cindy," he said, "not you."

   I made sure as I moved up his body that I kept my skin, my chest and
stomach in contact with his skin, sliding up across his withering penis. 
But when my pussy reached his penis I stopped, letting the head nuzzle up
against my pussy lips.

   "Then I want you to be really naughty with me, Daddy," I told him as I
continued to play with his penis against my pussy.  I could actually feel
his shaft start to take shape again.  "I think you want to be too.  I can
feel it."

   "Honey, baby we can't do that," he said.  "That is going way too far."

   "But Daddy didn't you enjoy it when I sucked your cock," I said, holding
my breath immediately afterward, afraid he would yell at me for using that
word.

   "Oh baby yes, it was wonderful," he agreed.

   He was getting hard now.  I kept the pressure up by holding my pussy
firm against the end of his growing erection.

   "And Daddy, don't you want to put that hard cock of yours into my tight
little cunt?" I asked him, feeling more bold now.

   "Oh God Cindy, you have to stop this," he pleaded.

   "Don't you want to fuck me Daddy?" I asked him, knowing my words were
helping probably as much as my tough.  He was hard now and I felt the tip
of his cock part my pussy lips.  "Please Daddy, fuck your little baby girl.
Fuck me Daddy, Fuck me."

   Then it happened.  Dad grabbed me by the waist, one hand on each side.
Holding on hard he tipped his hips downward slightly, his stomach pushing
out a bit, and suddenly rammed his cock into my pussy, nearly knocking the
wind out of me.  He ripped through my hymen in one stroke.  I screamed
because of the pain and the suddenness of it.  Dad pulled back and then
rammed me again, going deeper this time.  He hesitated a few moments and
then did it again.  After this third time he began a rhythm of thrusting in
and out, about once a second, still holding me tight in that grip of his.

   I finally got my breath back as he continued fucking me.  The pain was
gone, replaced with a sort of numbness to my body.  Dad moved his hands up
and around my body, my legs spread out around his.

   "You darling little fucking tease," Dad said between gritted teeth, "You
planned this.  Oh baby, I'm going to cum already."

   "Oh Daddy yes, fill me with your cum, Daddy, fill me up," I said.  I
knew all about it from the girls at school.  I knew I was having my periods
now and Daddy's cum could actually make a baby inside of me.  I thought
that would be so cool if we could make a baby right then, right there in
the woods, in our tent.

   He began jerking and I felt the flow of cum into my pussy, just like I
dreamed.  It was warm and wonderful and I wondered if this was what an
orgasm felt like.  How little I knew right then.

   He did fill me up.  I knew we were a sloppy mess down there but I didn't
care.

   When he was done cumming he just let his hands fall to his sides and
cried out, "What have I done?  Oh God forgive me.  What have I done?"

   I couldn't let him get into this mode.  So I pulled myself off and slid
back down in the sleeping bag until I could take his shaft back into my
mouth.  I sucked off the cum there and began sliding him in and out of my
mouth again.  He was sensitive down there but he didn't stop me.

   I actually worked on him for nearly ten minutes before his limp penis
began to show life again.  But when it did it was as hard as ever.

   "Oh honey what are we doing?" he asked.

   "You are fucking your 9, almost 10, year old daughter, Daddy," I said as
I got back up his body, ready to slide him into my pussy again.  "You took
me up camping by yourself, got me drunk with your beer, and then fucked me,
that's what.  And now you're going to fuck me again."

   As I got myself into position, ready to take him in again, he reached
around me and rolled me over onto my back, the whole sleeping bag going
with us.  Somehow Dad managed to get the bag unzipped enough for me to get
my legs out.  I lifted my knees into the air just like I had seen my mom
do. Dad leaned between them and positioned his cock at my opening.

   "My sweet fucking little bitch," he said.  Daddy pushed in, drove his
hard cock into my pussy.  This time it didn't hurt.  Pulling out he pushed
in deeper.  He repeated this until he was in as far as he could go,
completely filling me.  Then he fucked me, his little girl, fucked me hard.

   "Fuck your little girl, Daddy," I taunted him.  "Make me a bad girl
again."

   "You are a bad girl, you are my dear fucking little whore and I love
you," he said as he thrust in and out of me.  "But this time I'm going to
teach you a lesson, my wonderful little witch.  I'm going to fuck you till
you can't even walk straight."

   "Oh Daddy, yes, fuck me hard," I yelled back.  "Ram that hard cock of
yours into my tiny little cunt.  It needs more of your cum, Daddy." I just
kept screaming, "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I loved saying
those words out loud to my dad.  It made this whole experience more
intense. I knew those were naught words and saying them made me feel more
like a naught girl, a bad girl, for my Daddy.

   I didn't understand what was happening but every nerve in my body felt
like it was on high alert, like I was being poked with needles everywhere.
Somewhere down deep in my gut there was this burning that was growing
moving outward.  Then it was like my whole midsection exploded, fire and
lightening shooting out to all parts of my body.  Involuntarily my legs
went to the floor as my hips jerked upward lifting my butt off the sleeping
bag, arching my back.  My whole body went stiff as if every muscle was
knotted up while wave after wave of fire rushed through me.  It was the
most glorious feeling I have ever had.

   Gradually the waves of pleasure abated and I collapsed back down, just
in time to realize Dad was still fucking me.  He pushed in one last time
really hard and held himself there, deep inside of me, as he spasmed his
cum into me, squirt after squirt of it shooting into me.  Another quick
wave of pleasure ran through me as he finished filling me with his cum.  If
this was what orgasms felt like then the girls at school have never had
one. The whole experience was glorious, far better than anything those
girls ever described.

   When I could start thinking a little more clearly I made plans for what
Dad and I would be doing the rest of our camping trip and it consisted of
one word, fuck.

   "Cindy, Cindy," came the voice.  "Cindy, wake up."

   I opened my eyes to see my brother.  What was he doing here?  I looked
around.  I was in my room, not camping at all.  How did I get here?

   "Man, you were having one heck of a dream," Andy said.  "Your arms and
legs were moving all around and you were talking in your sleep too."

   "What...what was I saying?" I asked, afraid that he may have heard too
much.

   "Well nothing I could understand," he said.  I felt relieved.  "Nothing
except one thing you kept saying over and over."

   "Uh, what was that?" I asked him.

   Andy leaned down close to my ear and whispered, "You kept saying 'fuck
me' while you were thrashing around.  What were you dreaming about?"

   "Oh you know dreams, you can never remember them once you wake up," I
lied.  "Now get out so I can get dressed.  I was so sad that the whole
thing had been a dream.

   Later that morning I saw Dad sitting on the end of the couch reading the
paper.  No one else was around.  I went to him, laid down on the couch and
placed my head in his lap like I had done countless times before.

   "How's my good little girl this morning?" he asked.

   I ignored the question.  I took his left hand and place it on my
stomach, holding it there with my left hand.  With my right I traced my
fingers across the back of his hand and up and down his bare arm.  "Daddy."

   "Yes honey," he said.

   "How old was Andy when you two first went camping together?" I asked
him.

   "Let's see, I think he was ten."

   "I'll be ten next month," I reminded him.  "Can you take me camping,
just the two of us, no one else?"

   "I guess that would only be fair," he consented.  I kept tracing his
hand and arm with my fingers, my head still in his lap.

   "Daddy, can I do anything I want when we're camping?" I asked him.

   "Sure honey, anything you want, well anything except drink my beer," he
laughed.

   "What would you do if I did drink some of your beer?" I prodded.

   "Well then I guess I would just have to spank you," he laughed again.

   I looked up at him and said, "Promise?" He looked at me a little funny
so I added, "Daddy, what if, while we were up there camping, what if I
didn't want to be your good little girl?  What if I wanted to do all sorts
of naughty things like drink your beer?  What if I wanted to be your bad
little girl all day long?"

   "Well...uh...," he was lost for words.

   I looked right into his eyes now and added, "What if I wanted to be your
bad little girl all night long too, if you want me to?"

   That's when I felt it, his cock twitch.  I knew then all my dreams were
about to come true.

   The End