It’s the summer holidays of June 15th, 2009 and I’m 19 years old. Mom and Dad thought it would be a good idea for me to spend some quality time with my father. They’re worried about us drifting apart as I’ve gotten older. I guess that’s understandable given I’ve been at college the past year.
I put on my bra and knickers, nothing too special, just plain black cotton briefs. I picked out a short denim mini-skirt and a tight white tank top. It’s hot outside so I want to wear light, cool clothes. My boobs aren’t huge but I’ve got a decent 34c cup I’d say. Nothing to brag about but they get noticed.
I packed my bag and headed downstairs where I overheard Mom lecturing Dad. “YOU behave! Remember, she’s our daughter. Keep it in your pants!” She warned, giving him a stern look. “I know what you’re like, you’re sex mad!” Dad just rolled his eyes and grunted, picking up my bag. I suppressed a smirk, Dad has always been like that. “What’s this? What’s going on?” I asked Mom, acting confused. “Just your father… never mind. You two have a good trip!” She replied, forcing a smile. I could tell she was anxious.
I got in the car with Dad and we drove out to the campsite in the mountains. It was a beautiful drive, the sun beaming down, and mountains rising up on either side of the winding road. We arrived in the late afternoon and found a secluded spot by a bubbling stream. “This is perfect,” I said, grabbing my bag from the trunk. “I’m going to go wash up in the stream before it gets dark.” I slid off my flip-flops and waded ankle-deep in the refreshingly cool water, enjoying the way the sun sparkled off the surface.
When I returned, Dad had a fire going and the tent was set up. “There you are! You look like a drowned rat,” he said with a grin, ruffling my wet hair. “And Dad quit it!” I protested, slapping his hand away. “What’s for dinner?” I asked, peeking in the camp stove pot. “Just some stew, nothing fancy. Oh, I almost forgot to mention…” He paused awkwardly. “There was only one sleeping bag at the store today, so I guess we’ll have to share.” I felt my cheeks flush, I’ve never been shy but the idea of sharing a sleeping bag with my Dad, a notorious sex maniac, is embarrassing to say the least.
“That’s fine,” I say, avoiding eye contact while trying to act casual. We ate dinner around the campfire, chatting and laughing, enjoying the tranquil surroundings. The stars started peeking out as dusk fell. I excused myself to get ready for bed. In the tent, I took off my panties and slipped into a thin cotton nightie that barely covers my ass. I feel a bit exposed but it’s just too hot for anything else.
I emerge from the tent to find Dad in his boxers and undershirt, looking a bit self-conscious himself. “I’m going to make a quick bathroom trip,” he says gruffly before ambling off into the woods. I slip into the sleeping bag and wait for him. A few minutes later, he returns and slides in behind me. I can feel the heat of his body, his muscular chest against my back. We both lay there stiffly for a moment, bodies awkwardly touching.
Then he starts moving, spooning me, his hardness pressing into my ass through our thin clothes. I let out a small gasp. “Mmm, you feel nice…” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. His hands start to roam over my curves, squeezing my plump tits through the nightie. “Dad…” I breathe out, both shocked and aroused. “Shh, just relax…” he coos, pushing the thin fabric up to expose my bare breasts. He cups and caresses them, rolling my sensitive nipples between his rough fingers. I can’t help but moan softly, my pussy already getting wet.
His hand slides down to push my skimpy nightie up further, revealing my ass. He groans when he realizes I’m bare underneath. “Fuck, you’re not wearing any panties…” He growls, giving my ass a firm squeeze. His fingers glide between my cheeks, brushing over my wet slit. “Oh god…” I whimper, hips twitching back against his touch. He pushes a finger inside my tight hole, pumping it in and out. “You’re such a naughty girl, getting your old man all worked up like this…”
“Oh, Dad…” I moan, grinding my ass back against his hand. He starts rubbing my clit with his thumb while finger-fucking me. I can feel the pressure building inside me, my body trembling with pleasure. “That’s it, baby girl, let Daddy make you feel good…” he whispers in my ear as he thrusts another finger into my pussy.
“I wish I could put my cock inside you,” he moans, his breath hot against my neck. “But I know it’s wrong…”
“Oh, Dad,” I gasp, feeling the familiar tingling sensation in my lower belly. “Please don’t stop… You… You can fuck me if you want.”
“I shouldn’t your mom would fucking kill me,” he said nervously.
“Well moms not here, just put your dick in me… Honest it’s ok,” I said.
I couldn’t believe what I had just said. I had just offered myself to my own father. But as I felt his body stiffen behind me, I knew that I had to go through with it. I couldn’t take back what I had said now.
“Fuck, okay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and quickly pushed down his boxers. I felt his hard cock press against my bare ass, and my heart raced with anticipation.
He slid the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit, teasing me before he finally pushed inside. I gasped as I felt him fill me up, his thickness stretching me wide. He started thrusting in and out, slowly at first, but then picking up speed.
“Oh, baby girl, you feel so good,” he groaned, his breath hot against my neck.
I couldn’t speak. I could only moan as he filled me up, over and over again. His thrusts grew harder and faster, and I could feel myself getting close to the edge.
“Don’t stop, Daddy, don’t stop,” I begged, my voice hoarse with pleasure.
“Oh, baby girl, I won’t,” he growled, his cock sliding in and out of my tight cunt with brutal force. I could hear the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together, punctuated by my soft moans and his deep grunts.
His hands slid down to grab my ass cheeks tightly as he pounded into me from behind. He pulled me back against him with each thrust, burying himself balls-deep inside me. I felt like I was being split open by his massive cock, but it also felt so fucking good.
I could feel my orgasm building deep within me, my muscles clenching and releasing around his thick shaft as he plowed into me with all his might. “Oh God, yes! Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!” I moaned, my nails digging into the sleeping bag beneath us as I felt myself tumbling headfirst into blissful oblivion.
My body convulsed uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, washing away every thought from my mind except for one: More! More! More! My pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice grip, milking him mercilessly as he continued to drive in and out of me with relentless fury.
He let out a guttural roar behind me as he finally reached his own climax, spurting hot jets of cum deep inside my cunt while still thrusting furiously until there was nothing left to give. As we both collapsed onto the sleeping bag beneath us, panting heavily and covered in sweat from our exertions… it was then that we realized what we had done… what we had just shared together… an intimate act between father and daughter that would forever change the dynamic of our relationship forevermore.