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Camping Lessons - 2
by J.E.Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)

***

After a night of passion with his teenage daughter, dad 
returns home where his wife shares her own sexy 
revelations. But are they really true? (MF, wife, inc, 
mast, oral, exh)

***

I thought she had gone to bed, but then I heard water 
running. We had been home for less than an hour when my 
daughter, Demi, went in the shower and I was waiting for 
her to get out so I could do the same. I was sat on the 
sofa in the living room. Jenny had made me a cup of hot 
cocoa and was looking at me, smiling.

"So it wasn't so successful, then? Camping in 
October..."

I shook my head, trying to get the idea of what had 
happened right out of my head. But even now, sitting in 
front of a roaring open fire, I could almost smell my 
daughter's juices still on my cock. I kept thinking, "it 
wasn't my fault... what could I do?" But the truth was 
that I had let Demi get into my sleeping bag when she 
forgot her own and I hadn't fought too much when we had 
to strip down to both fit tightly inside. I hadn't 
fought the urge when my penis found its way into my 
daughter's virgin hole. And I had been a willing 
participant when we started fucking, giving myself to 
total abandon as the night developed into the most 
erotic night of my life.

I tried looking at my wife, but her warm smiling face 
was unknowingly mocking me. I looked up, wishing my 
daughter would get out of the shower. 

"She's probably going to be a while," said Jenny. I 
looked at her, and even her loose sweater and navy denim 
jeans couldn't hide her womanly shape. "She masturbates 
in the shower, you know?" she said with a wickedly sexy 
smile.

I felt myself blushing, "Really?" I feigned disinterest, 
rather badly if truth be told.

"You're embarrassed!" she giggled. "Are you afraid of 
the idea that your daughter is growing up? Has sexual 
feelings? Urges?"

Jenny moved onto her knees before me, playful, enjoying 
my discomfort and I knew she was aroused. "I have been 
waiting for you to come home, John. I want you. I need 
you."

"Now?" I protested, "But I'm all sweaty..."

She whispered sexily, "Even better."

There was almost no talking to her when she was like 
this. She wanted sex right now and I knew it would be 
almost impossible to turn her down. She took the cup 
from my hands and knelt up to kiss me. She paused as if 
she tasted the sickly sweet lip balm our daughter used 
on my lips, but maybe that was just my conscience 
prickling.

"We can't now. She'll be down any minute." I said 
quickly. I'm not one to turn down sex, but I was 
terrified she would smell our daughter on my cock. 

"She's masturbating, trust me. She'll be up there a good 
while yet." She said as she undid my belt, button and 
zipper.

"How do you know she's masturbating?" I pleaded.

"Who do you think taught her how to do it?" said my 
wife, knowing I would be turned on instantly.

She kissed me as my head swam. She lifted my shirt up 
off my torso, over my head and off my arms. Her eyes 
caught mine, smiling sexily, seeing mine; wide-eyed and 
questioning. She gave the slightest womanly giggle as 
she pushed me back and kissed over my shoulders and 
chest.

"Do you want to know more?" She looked at me, heavy 
lidded and sultry. I nodded the smallest nod. And she 
gave the broadest smile. "I went into the bathroom once 
when you were at work. She was in the shower as I sat 
and peed. Her hands kept roaming closer and closer to 
her little pussy. But she didn't seem to know what to 
do." 

I was breathless, hard, imagining the scene. My sexy 
wife pulled my jeans and shorts down my thighs and 
calves, releasing my cock to spring up before her. She 
took hold of it and I prayed it wasn't still sticky from 
our daughter's snatch. 

"I asked if she wanted me to show her how to make 
herself feel good. You know Demi; she smiled, biting her 
lip and giggling. So I stepped out of my dress and 
stepped into the shower with her." 

She was waving my cock around like a wand before her 
lust filled eyes. 

"And I showed her how I do it. And she copied me." And 
with that she enveloped the helmet of my dancing cock 
and sucked off the end, tasting it. 

"Oh, My God!" I gasped, and I prayed my pre-cum was 
masking the musk of our delightful daughter. She was 
still tasting it as she lowered for another suck. "What 
happened?" I said, and she came off me while holding me 
tight.

"I had to show her exactly how to do it, if you know 
what I mean" her eyes fluttered.

"Tell me!"

"Is this really turning you on? Hearing about your wife 
and your daughter in the shower together... 
masturbating?"

"Damn it, Jenny! You know what it's doing to me." She 
grinned what I can only call an evil grin, stroking my 
pole like a favorite toy.

"I had to use my own fingers to show her how. Just a 
mother/daughter thing. You'd never understand. Hardly 
even sexual. Unless you think about it as such. I 
frigged her off three times before she really got the 
hang of it herself." I twitched as she uttered those 
words. "Seeing our daughter's face as she came was so 
beautiful. It's a shame you couldn't see it." She looked 
directly at me. Then I watched as she enveloped the 
entire length of my cock in her warm wet wanton mouth.

If she hadn't tasted our daughter's juices on my cock by 
now I guessed she never would. But as she rose up to the 
tip of me her eyes held me with knowing. I waited for 
the spell to break. I expected Hell to open up and 
swallow me. But instead my wife stood and pulled off her 
sweater. She watched me the whole time as she unclipped 
her bra and tossed it aside. Her tight dark jeans peeled 
down her legs in the firelight and she stepped out of 
them. 

Then, lastly, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and 
dragged them down her slender womanly thighs until she 
stepped out of them. Her socks she left on. (Must have 
had cold toes.) But the rest of her was smoking. She 
didn't say anything as she knelt on the sofa astride my 
muscle missile and gently lowered herself onto my meat 
and sank right down so every part of me was inside every 
part of her.

She instantly started moving, grinding herself onto me 
as I held her taut thighs, and dug my fingers into her 
full and shapely ass, her flesh pliable between my 
fingers. Her full lips plunged into mine, her dextrous 
tongue writhing with my own. I tasted a sweet tang upon 
her tongue I knew to be my daughter's cunt. The thought 
made me ever hotter as I grasped her full and pouting 
breasts and pinched her bullet nipples. 

It was during the deepest kiss that I opened my eyes and 
there, leaning against the door jamb, dressed in PJ 
shorts and T saying "This Bear Needs A Hug", was my 
daughter, Demi. Her hair was tousled blonde with dark 
strawberry tones accentuated by the dampness in her 
tresses. One thigh was crossed half over the other 
holding the shorts at the knee as her hand smoothed 
firmly into her bare cleft mound. 

It was impossibly sexy – only piqued by the sight of her 
other hand purposely dragging her T-shirt up over her 
pert young peaks. Unsucked nipples jutted gently from 
their swelling hills. Softly curved and attempting to 
pout, her perfect breasts bounced with every shiver she 
gave herself. The rounding curve of waist through hip 
and down her slender swimmer legs was drawn with 
firelight and lamp; golden skin, porcelain smooth. 
Shapes to die for.

If anything, I felt my bulbous head bulge like a fist 
inside my wife! "Tell me more," I said. She looked at me 
with amused but sultry eyes, smiling as her pelvis 
ground into mine. "Do you want me to tell you how we 
soaped each other up and down and I taught her how to 
tweak her nipples?" She asked daring as I watched our 
daughter doing just that very thing. "Or do you want me 
to tell you how much I came when our darling little 
daughter fingered me in return?" 

I kissed her passionately, as much as anything so I 
could watch our daughter fingering herself right now. 
Jenny kissed down to my neck, pinching my nipples and 
scratching my torso as she really started to go to town. 
"What else?" I said. And now Demi opened her knees 
enough to let her shorts fall to her ankles and she 
propped up against the door jamb as she widened her 
stance and gave me a grand view of her delicate young 
folds.

"Like when we went into her room and sixty-nined on the 
bed?" whispered my wife. Oh God! This was a dream come 
true! I beckoned Demi toward us. It was time for her to 
join the fun and I was dying to see the two women in my 
life get dirty with each other. Demi started her half 
naked walk across the floor when Jenny grabbed my face 
and looked into my eyes, "You're a very bad Daddy!" she 
breathed into me as she went up a gear in pelvic 
thrusts. 

"What?" I blurted. 

She laughed, "You really would love all those things to 
have happened, wouldn't you?" She was really starting to 
ride me now as I gathered what she meant. She'd made it 
all up to turn me on! It worked! It had also obviously 
turned on our nubile young daughter, who was still 
gently stepping toward us too. 

"You mean... you didn't?" I asked, but it was Demi who 
shook her head. Oh Jesus! This was going to be a 
disaster! I put my hand up to stop Demi getting any 
closer. She froze half way across the room. I mouthed 
the word "Go!" and shooed her away as my wife really 
started bucking like a bronco.

She looked hurt, and I didn't want to hurt her, but this 
was about to get very messy if her mother turned her 
head. I put my hands together behind Jenny's back in a 
praying pose, mouthing the word "Please?" to my 
daughter. She looked so down as she turned her perfect 
little rounded butt cheeks to me and tip toed to the 
doorway. She looked back at me as she picked up her 
shorts, bending over, giving me another sight of her 
perfect pussy. 

I mouthed "Thank you" and "I love you" to her before she 
slipped from sight and I could relax. But Jenny was in 
rodeo mode now and I was the willing mustang. 

I swear she nearly hit the roof when she came, whining, 
trying not to disturb our "innocent" daughter upstairs. 
And then suddenly I felt her relax and clench, relax and 
clench, and relax, come oozing around my solid cock like 
hot oil on a piston.

She fell forward onto me, gasping for air. "Wow, that 
was good." She gasped. "I never knew you were so kinky?" 
I smiled, but I hadn't actually come yet. Maybe I was 
depleted from the all night session with our sex kitten 
daughter, or maybe it was just that I had no fluids left 
in me, or maybe I had been so terrified when I realized 
Jenny was just playing sex games that I couldn't finish 
mentally. Either way I was still sporting a solid rod.

Jenny got off me and kissed me on the cheek the way only 
women can kiss a man and make him feel like a little boy 
who "done good". It was a little cheeky, and I resented 
it a bit as she walked away from me to get a drink. 
"Better put that away... before your daughter gets hold 
of it," she smiled wickedly. I blushed heavily; I felt 
exposed, uncovered, like my secret was out. And Jenny, 
she thought she knew my secret. She didn't know.

I got up and tried my best to get my boner back in my 
jeans, but it didn't want to know. "I better take a 
shower" I said as I headed for the stairs. "See if 
she'll wash it for you," called Jenny naughtily. I was 
still very much in heat as I reached the top of the 
stairs. I walked into the bathroom and Demi was sitting 
on the toilet waiting for me.

"Demi!" I started. But she wasn't looking at big me, she 
was looking straight at not so little me. I realized she 
probably hadn't actually seen it last night in the 
darkness. She didn't even look at me but leaned forward 
and licked up under my helmet. I jerked slightly, but 
she held the base of my penis, steadied and enveloped 
me. I froze as the feeling of sensations tingled from my 
balls to the hair on my head. 

I twisted my torso and pushed the door shut, but it 
wasn't locked and I was all too aware. But the feeling 
of Demi giving me pretty little head was immense. I was 
overcome with the realization that my cock had still 
been wet from her mother's juices when she put me into 
her mouth. She must, even now, be tasting a mix of my 
precum and her mother's cum. 

It didn't seem to bother her. I could see her other 
hand, which had pulled over her shorts at the crotch and 
was busy now playing with herself. As Demi let my 
cockhead out of her beautiful lips I pulled away. She 
looked up, hurt. I put my finger to my lips to hush any 
complaint before it started. Then I turned to the door 
and locked it, then reached into the shower and turned 
on the water. My daughter looked expectantly up at me. 

I held out my hand and she took it questioningly. I 
pulled her up and turned her around and eased her over 
the sink. She held onto it, wiggling her ass, as I 
desperately stripped behind her. Naked, I held onto her 
beautiful little hips. I pulled her shorts down her 
slender thighs and she rushed them down with one hand as 
I started pressing my rock hard helmet into her pert 
young pussy.

She was tight despite being wet, and it took a few tries 
to get all the way inside her. But once I was, well, 
there I was, surrounded by warm wet flesh, gripping me 
and squeezing me tight. I couldn't speak. All I could do 
was fuck. And that's what I did. I started to thrust in 
and out of her, having to bend my knees because she was 
so much smaller than me, smaller than my wife, smaller 
than most girls her age despite her developing body. Her 
firm thighs were shaking, her ass slapping into my 
pubis, and me feeling all over her thighs, her ass, her 
taut back, and her firm fleshed breasts and swelling 
nipples.

I could hear her breathing quicken as I pounded her. She 
looked up into the mirror over the sink and could see 
her old Dad pounding her pussy from behind. It seemed to 
get her hotter as her mouth made a breathless pouting 
"O" shape, but no sound but breathless breathing. I was 
nearly there and I really hoped she was too. 

I was going for it! And she was coming with me! She 
looked so beautiful! And that was it! I started coming, 
filling her juicy pussy with my hot man-juice. Demi was 
thrashing her head this way and that as I felt her 
shudder all over. She let out a loud low guttural groan. 
What if Jenny heard her!

I froze. She realized what she had done and she froze 
too, as much as she could, because her legs were still 
shaking.

Knock! Knock!

It was the door, just a few feet behind me. I looked at 
the handle and saw it trying to twist, but the lock 
biting just in time to save my life. 

"John, can I come in?" – Said Jenny!

"Uugh! Wait a minute!" I blurted.

"Are you jerking off in the shower?" she whispered 
through the door.

I pulled out of Demi and she hurriedly pulled up her 
shorts, "What do we do?" she whispered. I looked at the 
airing cupboard and opened its louver doors. "Get in," I 
whispered. She climbed onto the lowest shelf, amongst 
the soft towels, and lay down. 

"You know, I could help you with tha... if you let me 
in." whispered Jenny through the door. I leaned down to 
Demi, "I love you, honey" and I kissed her gently upon 
the cheek. "I love you too, Daddy" she whispered and she 
kissed me on the lips. It was a deep sensual kiss that 
electrified me. As we parted I looked at her. Our eyes 
met. 

"Better let her in," she said as her mother knocked the 
door again. "Yeah, right," I whispered. I went to open 
the door when she called me again, "Dad, get in the 
shower first" she said. "Yeah, right," I said and I 
quickly got into the shower and got wet.

"Okay, honey," I said aloud to Jenny. I got out of the 
shower and went for the door. "Dad!!!" An insistent 
whisper rasped at me, "close the doors". I looked at 
Demi still bundled in between the towels. "Right," I 
said and she smiled at me as I closed them. It was a 
naughty, mischievous smile like this was the best game 
of hide and seek she had ever played. 

I opened the door to Jenny and she was standing there 
questioningly. "Did you get everything done you wanted 
to?"

"Huh?" I replied like an idiot.

"Did you jerk off in the shower, genius?"

"Ummm... yeah. Yeah, I did that. You know. Belted on off 
the wrist. Beat the meat. Slapped the salami. Choked the 
chicken...."

"What is with you?" she said suspiciously.

"I don't know."

"I think I do. Let me in."

It wasn't a request. She let herself in, and when I 
turned around she was busily stripping in that way that 
only married women can; without the slightest bit of 
mystery or languor, just matter of fact, business as 
usual, like changing a bed or discarding junk mail. Then 
she stepped into the shower.

"Are you coming?" She said sexily. "I bet I can make you 
come again".

I looked at the louver doors where Demi was hiding. Then 
I stepped into the shower with my wife. Jenny was hot 
and soapy already as she pressed her body close to mine. 
It had the instant effect of reviving me once more, and 
I became harder than I already was. Jenny put her arms 
around my neck and pushed herself onto my rigid tool. 
She loved to do this; riding the length of my cock like 
some human love toy. I loved the feeling of her pussy 
lips gliding over the top of my cock as she coated it 
with her slick honey.

Over her shoulder I could see the louver doors open. I 
cringed as Jenny raised one leg and wrapped it around my 
own, but only because I could see our daughter climbing 
out the airing cupboard and close the doors behind her. 
My wife grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. But my 
eyes were open as I watched our daughter watching us. 
She didn't wait long this time, but left the bathroom 
quickly. 

I breathed a sigh of relief my wife took as passion. "If 
I'd known that including Demi would spice up our sex 
life I would have brought her in earlier," said Jenny. I 
smiled coyly, and we fucked liked teenagers. Jenny was 
insatiable!

I wasn't sure exactly what she meant. Had she really 
taught our own daughter how to masturbate? Did she know 
anything? My head was spinning. I would have to ask Demi 
what she and her mom had done, or if Jenny was just 
playing sex games with me. Of course, I couldn't help 
thinking why Jenny would come up with a story like that 
if it wasn't true...

To be continued...

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