I was always a daddy’s girl growing up. Whatever he was doing, I wanted to do it, too. Didn’t matter what it was…. working on the car, kicking soccer balls, mowing the grass…. I just loved to be involved in all of his interests and activities.
One thing my father loved to do was go camping. My mother wasn’t a big camper, so she would often beg off, and it would just be my father and me…. which was OK with me. I loved being outdoors, canoeing, hiking, swimming, pitching a tent, cooking over a camp fire…. just everything to do with camping…. and doing it with my father made it even better.
So, growing up, my father and I would load up the truck and go camping for several days, about six or seven times every year. We’d always bring a small, two-person tent, two sleeping bags, outdoor cooking utensils, our canoe, and a bunch of hiking gear.
My God, what a blast we had. I could barely wipe the smile from my face every time we went.
As I started getting into my teen years, I started growing boobs, and by the time I was a freshman in high school, I already had big, 34D boobs, which kind of had a mind of their own. They seemed to jiggle and bounce around a lot, and my nipples always seemed to be poking through whatever top I was wearing. And since I rarely wore a bra, the bouncing and nipple bumps were pretty obvious.
Once my boobs came in, I noticed two things on our camping trips: my father couldn’t stop looking at them…. especially when we were swimming together, or paddling in our canoe; and he would always find excuses to bump, rub, or squeeze them whenever we were near each other while camping or hiking.
My father always brought two sleeping bags on these camping trips, but on one trip we took during the summer after my freshman year in high school, my father let out an expletive as we were unloading the truck and setting up our base camp.
“Shit, Melissa, it looks like we forgot one of the sleeping bags.”
I looked over toward the truck where he was stacking our gear in a small pile, and said, “What? How could that happen?”
He shook his head and said, “I don’t know, but I think we’ll be OK sharing on this trip. It’s a pretty good sized sleeping bag.”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Sure… why not. We’ll be fine.”
After we set up our tent, we stowed our gear and laid out the one sleeping bag… then we started a camp fire, found some 3’ long saplings, and used them to cook hot dogs over the flames… followed by marshmallows and s’mores.
I was loving it…. this was my favorite way to spend time with my father.
When it was time to call it a day, I undressed down to my panties, and threw on a thin, cotton tank top. This was how I always dressed for sleeping, so I didn’t really give it much thought.
My father did the same thing…. he undressed down to his boxers, with nothing on top.
When I crawled into the sleeping bag, I turned over on my left side to give my father room to climb in behind me. Once he was in the bag, he laid on his left side, too…. so that his chest and hips were rubbing up against my back and ass cheeks. I could feel his penis rubbing up against my lower back as we settled into our sleeping positions, and I smiled to myself when I noticed it was starting to stiffen.
What happened next kind of surprised me, but it seemed almost natural in the position we were in…. he reached around from behind and grabbed my breasts with one of his hands, softly massaging the flesh and gently pulling on my nipples through my thin tank top.
My eyebrows rose a bit…. especially when I felt his hips move forward, pressing his growing cock against my butt cheeks. My first instinct was to say, “What the fuck?”…. but it felt really good…. I mean, really good…. so, I lay there for a few seconds, letting him rub up against me while enjoying my soft boobs and stiff nipples.
Then I turned my head a little, smiled, and said over my right shoulder, “Wow, that feels great, dad…. I guess I should have seen this coming.”
He chuckled and said, “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on these gorgeous tits since you first started high school. They’re beautiful…. even nicer than your mom’s…. and hers are pretty awesome.”
I pushed my hips back into his groin, feeling his engorged prick starting to dry hump me from behind, then let out a soft moan and said, “I’m glad you noticed…. you’ve been bumping and nudging them every chance you got ever since they started growing in…. I always wondered if we’d ever get to this point.”
As he continued fondling my boobs and pulling on my nipples, I reached behind me and found his now fully erect hard-on…. it was already sticking out of the fly in his boxers, and leaking pre-cum all over the back of my panties. I stroked his steely shaft for a while, spending a little extra time rubbing the mushroom shaped head, as I slipped my other hand inside my own panties and found my throbbing clit.
I continued jerking his rigid pole behind my back with one hand, as I rubbed little circles around my engorged nub with the other…. I was a little surprised at how quickly I launched into an intense, delicious climax that wracked my entire body. I closed my eyes and moaned, as I softened my fingers against my clitoris, and reveled in the warm, tingly sensations washing over me.
“Oh, my God, dad…. holy shit, that feels good…. oh, yeah…. yeah…. I’m cuuuuummmmiiiiiinnnngggg…. aaaaahhhhhh…. aaaahhhhhhh…. niiiiiiiiiiiice….wow, that happened so fast…. hmmmmmm….”
I could feel my father’s boner starting to press harder against my lower back, and once my orgasm had ebbed slightly, I used my free hand to pull my panties down to my knees, while continuing to slide my other hand up and down the shaft of his cock. I lifted one leg slightly, then guided the tip of his erection into my dripping pussy opening, and held my breath for a few seconds as I shoved my hips back into his forward thrust.
I let out a gasp when he entered me…. my God, that felt incredible!
“Uh…. uh…. aaahhh…. hmmmm…. my God, dad…. that feels amazing…. “
His erection was big…. at least 9”…. and thicker than any of my high school boyfriends’ dicks. It filled my cunt completely, hitting all the right spots, as he started rocking his hips, and pounding his stiff hard-on in and out of my vagina in earnest. I could feel the urgency in this thrusts…. he was making me grunt from the force of his jabs, while squeezing my soft tits and pulling on my firm nipples.
“Uhn…. uhn…. fuck, yeah…. uhn…. yeah…. slam it in there, dad…. uhn…. uhn…. holy shit that feels good….”
Almost immediately, I felt another orgasm begin to build between my legs and, between grunts, I gasped…. “Holy, fuck…. uhn…. uhn…. I’m cumming again…. uhn…. uhn….. ooooooohhhhhhhhh…. fuck, yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh…. aaaaaahhhhhhh…. shit, that feels unreal…. uhn…. uhn…. hmmmmmmm..”
I couldn’t stop cumming…. it was better than any orgasm I’d had with any of my high school boyfriends…. I didn’t want it to ever end.
“Holy shit, dad…. keep going…. yeah, just like that…. a little harder…. yeah…. my God that feels fantastic….”
Just then my father released my boobs and grabbed my hips, slamming his stiff cock as far into me as it would go, then groaned and mumbled before blasting several streams of warm, creamy spunk all over the inside of my cunt.
“Fuck, Melissa…. uhn…. uhn…. damn, your pussy feels great…. so tight…. uhn…. uhn…. God, I’m gonna cum…. ah…. ah…. aaaaaaaahhhhhhh…. yeeeeaaaahhhhh…. holy shit, Mel…. aaaaahhhhhh…. aaaaaahhhhhhhh…. hmmmmmmm…. so…. fucking…. nice…. hmmmmmm…”
My own murmurs of pleasure joined his grunts and exclamations, as he continued to slide his slick rod in and out of my pussy, emptying his nutsack inside me. After he finally finished cumming, he stopped rocking his hips against my ass, and just lay behind me…. his cock, still hard and throbbing, shoved deep inside my drenched vagina.
We laid like this for about ten minutes before his rigid shaft finally started to soften. I shifted my hips forward a little, pulling his still semi-stiff dick out of my cunt, then turned around to face him. I sat up, pushed the sleeping bag down to his knees, and leaned forward, sucking his glistening cock into my mouth to clean him off.
When I was done using my mouth and lips to clean his slimy shaft, I squeezed out the last few drops of cum with my hand and used my tongue to lick them from the tip of his dick. Then I left his flaccid penis sticking out of the fly in his boxers, and grabbed a nearby towel to clean up between my legs.
I went ahead and took my panties all the way off and tossed them into a corner of the tent, along with my tank top, then laid back down on my side to try to get some shut-eye. My father took off his boxers and tossed them over by my panties, then laid up against my back…. his now soft member nudged up against my ass, as he reached around from behind to gently fondle my boobs, while we both drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up in the same position, with my father’s hand resting on my tit, and his morning wood lodged up against my lower back. I smiled, and turned over to face him in the sleeping bag, and realized he was still asleep. I reached between us, found his engorged penis with my hand, then laid my head on his chest and gently stroked his rigid morning stiffy under the sleeping bag cover.
Eventually he began to stir and, after a few yawns and stretches, he slowly opened his bleary eyes and said, “Mmmm… ‘morning, pumpkin.”
As he woke up, I gradually increased my hand motion, tugging on his morning wood a little more eagerly. He started rocking his hips into my kneading palm, moaning his pleasure and mumbling, “Aaaahhh…. that feels good, sweetie…. hmmmmm…. yeah, keep going…. just like that…. hmmmmm….”
He laid flat on his back…. his eyes closed and his hands clasped behind his head…. and with a euphoric smile on his face, relished my early morning handjob.
I pushed the sleeping bag down to his knees, so my hand was uncovered, and happily continued jerking my father’s stiff erection. After a few more strokes, he let out a grunt, shoved his hips into my pumping fist, and blasted several streams of hot, creamy splooge onto his belly, and all over the fingers of my stroking hand.
“Oh yeah…. yeah…. shit, I’m gonna cum, Mel…. ah…. ah…. aaaaaahhhhhh…. yeeeaaahhhhh…. aaaaaahhhhhh…. yes…. hmmmmm…. my God, that feels great…. hmmmmm….”
I giggled as I watched semen erupt from the tip of my father’s thick hard-on, then splash onto his belly and ooze all over the palm of my pumping fist. I gradually slowed down my stroking hand, as he moaned and mumbled about how good it felt. I continued to gently slide my fingers up and down his slick, glistening pole…. being careful to avoid the oversensitive tip of his cock…. as he enjoyed the throes of the day’s first climax.
As he remained lying on his back, with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head, I grabbed a towel and wiped off his splattered stomach and my dripping fingers. Then I bent over, and sucked the head of his softening penis into my mouth to finish cleaning it off.
I laid my head back on his chest, and we stayed like this for a while…. my hand gently fondling his now flaccid dick…. as we both finished waking up to the first day of the greatest camping trip…. ever.
It was a gorgeous, summer morning in southeast Arkansas. Like most summer mornings in that part of the country, it warmed up very quickly…. and by the time we were ready to start the day, it was already hot enough to go skinny dipping in the river to clean up.
Over the years, my father and I had discovered several really great camping spots, and this one on the Cossatot River had become one of our favorites. One of the great things about this campsite was that it was deep in the woods and completely isolated…. it was raw nature, rather than a public campsite, and no one else ever came to this section of the river. Another great thing was that it widened at this section of the river…. almost into a lake…. with very little current, so that we could canoe or swim right by our campsite, and not get pushed downstream by the river’s running water.
So, we both walked… naked… down to the riverside, right next to where our canoe was sitting, and stepped into the cool, crisp water to wash up. I noticed that my father couldn’t take his eyes off my wobbling boobs, as they jiggled around on my chest while we walked to the river, cleaned up, and walked back to our tent. I loved seeing the look on his face as he watched my swaying tits and stiff nipples…. especially when I bent over, causing them to swing freely beneath me. And I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of his dangling cock…. sometimes flaccid; sometimes semi-hard…. bouncing up and down, and banging against his thighs as we moved around the campsite.
We threw on bathing suits…. me, in a two-piece bikini; him, in a pair of baggy trunks…. and ate a light breakfast while we discussed what we would do the rest of the day.
We decided to start the day by going canoeing, so we quickly cleaned up after breakfast, then walked down to the water’s edge and pushed our canoe out into the smooth, glassy water of the river. Without the rush of a current, we were able to paddle out into the middle of the still water, and sit almost motionless, as we enjoyed the morning heat and watched the sun slowly rise above the tree tops in the east.
My father was in the back of the canoe, paddling and steering…. and I was in the front seat, paddling when the mood struck me…. my father really didn’t need my help with the paddling. Once we were in the middle of the water basin, my father said, “Hey, Mel…. why don’t you take off your bikini top so I can watch your tits jiggle?”
I spun around in my seat to face him, laughed and said, “Sure…. if you take off your swim trunks.”
Without hesitating, he quickly pulled off his trunks and tossed them behind his seat. I looked at his flaccid cock, dangling between his spread legs and hanging down past the edge of his seat. I nodded my appreciation, then…. with a sly grin on my face…. removed my bikini top and dropped it behind my seat in the front of the canoe. My grin got wider as I placed my fingers inside my waistband and slipped off my bikini bottoms, as well.
My father’s eyes got big, and became totally focused on my nakedness…. darting between my wobbling boobs and naked pussy. I slid off my seat and sat on the bottom of the canoe, facing him, and spread my legs so that he could see my vagina…. totally exposed, and glistening in the morning sunlight.
I could tell from his stiffening cock that he liked what he saw…. a lot…. so I leaned back against my seat, spread my legs even more, and let him enjoy the view.
I sat like this for several minutes…. basking in the heat of the morning sun…. while my father slowly paddled us around the calm waters of the river basin. I closed my eyes for a while, and when I opened them again I could see that my father’s prick was now semi-hard…. sticking out from between his legs with a gentle curve to the shaft, and the bulbous tip pointing at the bottom of the canoe.
It was extremely arousing to watch his penis respond to my exposed twat and hard nipples…. I reached between my legs with one hand and began sliding my fingers up and down my wet pussy lips. After a few minutes, I moved my hand to my engorged clitoris and began flicking the tip and rubbing circles around the nub…. causing me to let out a moan and rock my hips into my kneading fingers. I closed my eyes and vigorously massaged my clit, letting out a muffled wail as a warm, intense orgasm ripped through my entire body.
“Ah…. ah…. oh, my God…. ah…. aaaaaaahhhhhh…. aaaaahhhhhhh…. oh, fuck…. hmmmmmm…. oooohhhhhhh….”
With my eyes still closed, I laid my head against the seat behind me, and continued to slowly rub gentle circles around my tender, sensitive clitoris. Finally…. with my eyes still closed, and my head still laid back…. I rested both of my arms along the edge of the seat I was leaning against…. leaving my legs spread wide, my cunt lips pushed slightly apart and glistening…. and my pussy juices running down my ass crack into a little puddle on the bottom of the canoe.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a euphoric look on my father’s face, as he stared at my moist pussy, swaying boobs and stiff nipples…. his throbbing, now fully erect, boner sticking straight out in front of him like a spear with a helmet stuck on the end of it.
I smiled at him and said, “Why don’t you paddle us over to shore, dad…. that cock of yours looks like it’s about to burst.”
He glanced at his hard-on, laughed, and said, “Yeah…. well, that was a hell of a show you put on…. holy shit, but that was sexy…”
I stayed in the same position…. sitting on the bottom of the canoe, legs spread, tits wobbling, arms resting on the seat behind me…. as my father quickly paddled us back to dry land right by our campsite.
When we got to the shore, we tossed our bathing suits onto the grass, then stepped out and pulled the canoe out of the water. I couldn’t help but notice my father’s thick cock was still fully erect and swinging wildly between his legs, as we finished pulling the canoe onto the shore and tipped it over to stabilize it.
Before I could even straighten up from our efforts, my father came up behind me and reached around to grab my dangling tits…. squeezing the flesh…. hard…. and lustily pulling on my firm nipples…. his rigid pole banging against my ass cheeks.
Smiling at his urgency, I bent over and spread my legs, putting my hands on the overturned canoe to support myself, as my father released one of my boobs and grabbed the shaft of his penis, lined up the head with my pussy opening, then plowed it into me from behind with a growl.
I let out a loud grunt from the force of his initial thrust, then closed my eyes and moaned as he began pounding his engorged prick in and out of my pussy in earnest.
My God, the sensations coursing through my body were spectacular, sending lightning bolts of pleasure from my clit to my nipples, and back again!
I remained standing like that…. bent over the canoe, my legs spread wide, my heavy breasts swinging wildly beneath me, and grunting out loud…. as my father hammered his thick hard-on in and out of my dripping wet cunt from behind.
“Holy fuck, dad…. uhn…. uhn…. yeah…. keep going…. a little harder…. fuck, yeah…. uhn…. uhn…. uhn…. shit, you go so deep….”
My father reached underneath me and grabbed my flailing tits again, squeezing and slapping the flesh, and occasionally pulling on my nipples.
“Oh, shit, yeah…. uhn…. uhn…. pull my nipples harder, dad…. yeah…. uhn…. just like that…. uhn…. uhn…. even harder…. uhn…. yeah…. yeah…. that’s it…. uhn…. uhn…. my God, that feels fantastic…”
Just then, I let out a wail, as an intense, tingly orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami, while my father continued to slam his stiff cock in and out of my sopping wet pussy like a jackhammer.
“Ooooohhhhhh, fuck…. aaaaahhhhhhh…. yeah…. yeah…. aaawwwwwwww…. uhn…. uhn…. aaaahhhhhhh…. holy shit, dad…. aaaaahhhhhh…. hmmmmmmm….”
My legs were trembling so much that my father shifted his hands to my hips to hold me up, grunting out loud with every one of his thrusts. Still perched between my spread legs…. his torso slapping against my ass cheeks…. he continued railing my cunt from behind, as I continued to moan and enjoy the throes of my climax.
It didn’t take long before I heard my father catch his breath, then shove his rigid prick as far into me as it would go. With a loud growl, he blasted several ropes of creamy, white spunk all over the inside of my cunt.
“Uhn…. uhn…. uhn…. fuck, Mel…. I’m cuuuummmmiiiiinnnnggg…. aaaaahhhhhhh…. aaaaahhhhhhh…. fuck, yeeeeaaaahhhh…. aaaaaahhhhhh…. uhn…. uhn…. hmmmmmmm…. niiiiiiiiiiiice….”
He continued pounding away, grunting and moaning, as he emptied his entire nutsack inside my pussy, until cum was leaking out past his shaft, and dripping onto the ground between our feet.
He slowed down his thrusts after a minute, or so, then kept sliding his slimy dick back and forth inside me while gently massaging my boobs, as we both relished our orgasms and struggled to catch our breath.
Between gasps for air, he said, “Holy shit, Mel…. that was tremendous… just…. fucking…. tremendous….”
Still 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.