CAMPING WITH MY FATHER - Sex Stories

CAMPING WITH MY FATHER

... dazed by the strength of my own climax, I mumbled back, “Right? I mean.... holy fuck.... that took my breath away.”

When we finally caught our breath, he slowly pulled his softening erection out of my pussy, causing more cum and pussy juices to spill onto the ground beneath us. I spun around and squatted in front of him, then sucked the head of his slimy cock into my mouth, and used my tongue and lips to clean off his shaft, while even more splooge dripped out of my gaping vagina.

Afterwards, we jumped into the cool water to clean up, then spent the rest of the day hiking, collecting firewood, and cooking out over the camp fire.

Going to bed was pretty much the same as the night before, except that my father fucked me missionary style.... pounding his stiff prick in and out of my cunt as he watched my boobs smashing into each other between us. Seeing the look on his face as he watched my tits flailing around on my chest, occasionally squeezing and slapping them to see them bounce even more, made me cum that much harder when my climax inevitably washed over ...

... me.

Finally we fell asleep with my father laying on top of me.... his long, thick dick still stuck deep inside my drenched pussy as we both collapsed from exhaustion.

The rest of our camping trip was much the same.... every day was a slightly different version of the day before.... and I loved it.

On the last day, we packed up the truck and began our drive back to civilization. Almost as soon as we were on the road, I had my father’s pants unzipped, and his stiffening cock in my hand... then in my mouth.... as I gave him a delicious blowjob before we were even halfway home.

Afterwards, I took a nap, with my head resting on his thigh.... right next to his flaccid penis.... while he gently fondled my tits. When I woke up about an hour later, I sucked him off again.... causing him to explode against the back of my throat just as we turned into our subdivision.

Camping with my father became a much more frequent activity after that.... my mother didn’t seem to notice.... and, from that day forward, we always managed to ‘forget’ the second sleeping bag whenever we packed our gear.