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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 70