Paul Tate

Camping with daddy

CHAPTER ONE

The campfire in front of the small camper pick-up truck crackled and spit, sending orange sparks of light flying through the air to land on the dew moistened earth and die. Two silhouettes, a man and a girl, outlined in the reddish pink of the fire sat by it, the small piles of their food and cooking utensils stacked next to them.

"Good to have you with me again, baby," the man, slightly greying at the temples, but ruggedly handsome, said to the blonde girl looking admiringly over at him.

"Oh Daddy, you don't know how good it is to be back with you again too," she answered, closing her eyes and shaking her beautiful head as if she couldn't believe it. Then her face saddened for a moment. "If-if only Mom could have been here too," she finally said softly, as if it were a forbidden subject.

The man's eyes hardened, then immediately softened again. "Now honey, you know we don't talk about her. I know the divorce between your mother and I was as hard on you as me, but it's something we've got to forget. I've got custody of you for the next two weeks and we're going to see every part of the Louisiana Bayous there are to see before you have to go back to her."

Sally Grover ran her fingers through her sand-gritty scalp, brushing a baby-fine wisp back into the long mane of fine, blonde hair that waved and cascaded down her shoulders to her waist. She smiled apologetically across the fire at her father, Brad. He took another bite of his barbecued steak. The corners of his deep liquid eyes flashing yellow from the campfire, wrinkled up happily. He took in the shadowy vision of loveliness before him: smooth ivory skin, uptilting deep blue eyes with a tendency to turn green, high slanting cheekbones that gave a slightly exotic wicked-looking cast to her otherwise classically sculpted face.

The path of his gaze stopped abruptly at her well-formed delicately, curving neck now sunburned from the day in the rowboat they had brought along with them for fishing. Sally shuddered against the approaching evening cold, her bikini-covered body burning the lushly curving outlines of her well-developed body in her father's brain. Hot damn! But she had one of the most sensuous bodies he had ever seen: high lifted, huge, closely placed tits, a sudden hourglass waist that blossomed again into smooth moon-shaped hips, firm, full swelling little ass-cheeks and thighs that flowed down over small beautifully shaped calves into tiny ankles. Why the hell did she have to be his own daughter?

Brad swallowed the last mouthful of his steak, and setting his metal survival kit plate on the log beside him, reached down to twirl the end of the half-burned stick that supported a whitely foaming marshmallow on the tilting end.

"What about a couple of marshmallows for dessert?" Brad's blue eyes flashed orange in the fire's light. "I know this isn't exactly like dinner at MacDonald's, but damn, I'm hungry from rowing all day."

"Me too," mumbled Sally through her choking swallows. The approaching evening cold was causing goose bumps over her scantily clad body and she reached down for her sweat shirt that lay in a brown heap beside her.

Brad watched her, and for a brief moment their eyes locked. "I sure am glad to have you with me, honey. I've missed you being around."

She shrugged her suntanned shoulders and shuddered, rubbing her palms over her knees to calm her trembling body. "I… I've missed you too, Daddy. It… it's been horrible without you." She raised her head to stare into her fathers warmly soothing gaze. Her father had a strength about him she cherished and needed. Her eyes brimming with tears, her mouth twitching to fight back the signs of misery, she swallowed hard before speaking. "Oh, Dad," she choked, unable to continue, her voluptuous body rising from her camping chair and swaying toward the tree jutting from the earth behind her as though she were going to faint.

Instinctively, he rushed to his feet and caught her in his arms. He could feel her trembling like a leaf.

"Come on, baby," he whispered soothingly. "It's something both of us have to get over. Can't let yesterday ruin tomorrow." His daughter's answer was a burst of tears and she buried her face in his shoulder.

Brad held the girl close while she sobbed. He stood awkwardly, his arms around her, not knowing just what to do. He had the strange, feeling, suddenly, that he was at this moment, closer to Sally than he'd ever been to anybody in his life. He stroked her back, hoping that it would stem the flood of tears, and as he did so, he became increasingly aware that the supple, pliant flesh under the sweat shirt was warm and smooth to the touch. Her tits pressed hotly into his chest.

"Come on, let's talk about something else. Let's talk about your boy friends." She wailed louder.

"Okay, then I'll talk about my girl friends." He tried to sound jovial but it was ineffectual at best.

Holding her close, he stared out to the moonlit tide moving slowly up the bayous. Its wetness contrasted icily with the blazing fire. Closing his eyes, with flaring nostrils, he smelled the warm wet dew.

A hot shiver raced down his spine and turned to blazing heat in his balls. The deep emotions he felt there for his daughter were more than empathy, he realized with a shuddering start. He stared out over the empty expanse of the swamp where giant, moss-lined trees covered the horizon, letting his eyes trail to the forested recesses leading back miles to nowhere in this God-forsaken land.

And he had to be with his daughter! What a perfect spot it would have been to fuck a gorgeous girl, cuddled up in a sleeping bag with a warm, naked body. He glanced down into the fire again, realizing if he didn't put on another log, it was going to go out completely. He resolved not to think about pussy any more. It was too dangerous with this little minx so close.

"Hey, kid, gotta tend the fire. You okay now?" he whispered, stepped back, arms still on her trembling shoulders. Silently, she nodded her head, her blonde hair falling to shroud her tear-strained face.

Kneeling down on one knee, Brad slipped a splintered half-log onto the blazing cones and stepped back to admire the sudden, shooting flares. From his lowered position he couldn't help but notice his daughter's lithe legs, goose bumped and naked, shining orange in the fire's light.

Impulsively, typical of his fatherly concern, he blurted, "Are you still a virgin?" He had to know.

"Oh, Daddy!" she half-giggled, rubbing her eyes with clenched, thankful, perhaps subconsciously, that the awful, subject of her parents' divorce had been discussed and left behind again. The emotion and agony had been shared; at least she knew now that it had not been her burden alone.

"Well, are you?" he teased.

She pooched out her lips, feeling more relaxed now after her cry, and nodded.

"A body like that, and you're still a virgin?" he smirked playfully. "You wouldn't be puttin' me on now, would ya?"

"No, really, I'm telling you the truth!" She sounded defensive and he still wasn't sure he was being told the truth. With tits and an ass like that, some kid had to have fucked her at one point or another.

Sally sat back, down on the camping chair, rubbing her knees with her sweat shirt muffed hands. "Think I'll put my Levi's on now," she announced, strolling over to the camper where their suitcases leaned against the side of it.

Brad watched as she bent over to open the latches, feeling his cock harden against his will in his pants. Jesus, but she was a beautiful little girl!

"Promise not to look, Dad, 'cuz I'm gonna have to undress to take off this damp suit. I'd go back there to the trees, but I hate the dark," she called out in a high, strained voice. "And the camper roofs too low."

"Yeah, yeah, modesty and all that crap, all right."

With an icy quiver, Sally pulled off her sweat shirt, then reached behind her back to unhook the top of her bikini, eagerly shrugging off the wet garment, gasping softly as the cool air of the night chilled her naked tits, causing the nipples to tighten into hard little points of flesh.

Without thinking, she rubbed her fingers over the tips, warming them with her hands. It was an automatic reaction, something she did whenever she took off her damp bikini. Turning her head to see if her father had kept his promise, she noticed with a disappointed sigh that he was playing with the fire, sending sparks into the dark swamp sky. Almost at once, she was uncomfortably aware of the elastic fabric of her bikini panties, stretched snugly over the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, and she peeled it off, rolling the damp stretchy fabric down over her long firm thighs, but, as the cool air rushed over her suddenly exposed little cunt, she caught her breath and slipped her sweat shirt on over her head.

As had happened countless times before, with an effort of will she denied those feelings in her naked pussy, concentrating her attention on other things.

Sally knew about and understood sex, but she had no burning curiosity about sexual things. More than once, she'd stayed up late at night talking to her girl friend about her mixed feelings about letting men fuck her. Always the fear of losing a male after heeding and becoming accustomed to the security he offered had halted her from ever letting a guy really fuck her with his cock.

She had refused to go steady with one boy because steady dating would lead to the need for petting… and heavy kissing and even having to let him fuck her. Without security, it all meant nothing.

Consequently, although she was an extremely beautiful girl, she didn't have many dates because the word had gotten around that, she wasn't interested in spreading her pussy in the back seats of cars. Although, she admitted to herself, there were a couple of times when she'd come close to getting a boy's cock fucked up between her legs… really close. Sally unfolded a pair of stylishly faded jeans pulled from out of her new alligator suitcase, and slipped one lithe leg into the crisp folds that parted to caress her sunburned flesh.

She remembered with a slight quiver in her cunt, as she zipped up her jeans, a boy she had out of curiosity let pick her up in a movie one time. His name was Jim, and he had parked on the way home while she allowed him a few kisses and embraces. He had gotten more and more aroused, his kisses deeper and snore probing, his tongue fucking hotly and demanding around in her mouth. Then his hands were on her titties, dipping into her blouse, unhooking her brassiere and easing themselves under it as her nipples spiked, out beneath the touch of his fingers caressing the smoothness of the two heaving tit mounds.

There was a warm glow inside her cunt walls and for once she did not try to stop him, wanting him, despite her previous resolve, to go on and on, teasing her titties while searing sensations flamed through her tight little pussy-hole with an ever-growing promise of cumming.

His mouth trailed down her neck to the cleft between her huge naked tits and then, drawing the unbuttoned edges of the blouse aside, he licked the tenderly budding nipples with his warm wet lips. Oh God! It was cunt-flooding wonderful!

Yet something deep inside Sally still told her that it was not what she needed, although it may have been what she wanted! She tried to pull away from the guy who had picked her up mumbling, "No, Jim! No! Please…! You mustn't! You can't go on licking my titties!"

The boy muffled her protests with his mouth, welding it to hers as he kissed her deeply again, his mouth-fucking tongue sending shivers up into her cunt as his hand smoothed across her flat belly and arrive finally at the hotly pulsing pussy mound between her legs, which he caressed feverishly through her clothing.

Again she protested, but his insistent hands were already below her skirt, moving up her trembling inner thigh against the rising wetness of her panties, one finger fucking through the filmy nylon crotchband at the hardening little tit of her clitty in the sparsely hair-fringed slit of her cunt. His finger played there teasingly while the new sensations of delight flooded hotly up through her pussy walls, weakening her objections until at last, with a throaty groan, she shook her naked tits against his face and surrendered to him.

She hadn't wanted to do it. Her reasoning mind told her that she shouldn't. But her hot little cunt, reaching for a chance at ecstasy and cumming, overruled all rational thought and seized the pleasure of the moment as her ass-cheeks began to move uncontrollably in tiny movements up against the guy's lewdly stroking finger.

Panting, he wrenched aside the wispy strip of nylon shielding the hot, hairy warmth between her legs, his middle finger teasing in and out of the tight, virginal lips of her cunt. "Oh God, Jim…! Don't finger it anymore!" she'd gasped. "I'm afraid!"

"Afraid of what? Cumming your hot tits off?"

"I've never, never done that," she faltered. "I've never cum before."

"Man, like your pussy's all slick and ready now!" he said. Reaching up higher under her skirt, he grasped the elastic waistband of her panties and stripped them down as far as he could. And unconsciously she was shifting her weight to help, easing her ass-cheeks up off the car seat until he was able to pull the soft, flimsy nylon halfway down her thighs. He wormed a finger into the hot moistness of her pussy again, drawing it along the throbbing furrow until he touched the pulsating miniature cock nestling above. She sucked in her breath and wriggled her tits with unwanted delight when she felt the electric contact, the sensitive nerve ends up inside her cunt broadcasting desperate signals demanding to be finger-fucked to cumming.

The guy, sensing her passionate arousal, brought all his guns into play. One finger stroked, ever faster in the warm wet folds of her hotly seething cunt while others squeezed and fondled and smoothed the taut flesh of one lushly throbbing tit. At the same time his knee razed up and down the softness of her inner thigh, and his mouth sucked and nibbled at her lips, her neck, and the hardly quivering erectness of her nipple buds.

Under these tit, mouth and cunt manipulations, her body went wild. Her hips thrashed frantically and forth, matching the inward fucking motions of his finger in her cunt. Her mouth returned his tongue-licks and as the building fires in her huge tits blazed up unbearably, she began a continuous moan, her voice loud in the confines of his car. Her breath was coming in short choking gasps. She knew it was a sign that her climax must be near. Oh God! It feels so wonderful to be fingerfucked! I never want it to end!

Her body was jerking convulsively, cunt-hole flexing faster and faster up off the seat, her belly shuddering uncontrollably as the sex-raw sensations of being fucked and having her naked tits sacked raced through her like thunderbolts… and suddenly her cunt was there! She felt the new, the thrilling, the shattering experience of cumming! Surging tides of rapture overwhelmed her nakedly jerking pussy! Sight and sound dimmed and there was nothing but the all-consuming ecstasy of her cumming! As if from a great distance, she heard her own voice wildly exclaiming, "Jimmy, ooooohhhh… It's happening to me! I'm cumming! My pussy's cumming! Aaaggghhh!"

Wave after wave of euphoric delight washed through her hotly gushing cunt until finally she collapsed in the boy's arms and he licked her tenderly on the titties. "Groovy, wasn't it?" he asked, with a wide grin on his face.

"Oh, yes! Oh, God, yessss!"

For a moment she reveled in her own happiness, and then a sudden though struck her. "B-b-but it must be wrong! It's… it's f-finger-fucking, isn't it?"

"Wrong?" the boy burst out. "That's a bunch of bullshit. It never hurt anybody. Hell, how can it be wrong? You enjoyed my finger in your cunt, didn't you? It felt good? That's the main thing, after all. And now you can fist-fuck me… do me in…" He reached down, unzipped his pants, delved within, and brought out his red throbbing, fully erect cock. Sally looked away in embarrassment, dragging her eyes reluctantly from the massively up-standing cock with its huge, bulbous head glistening already with cum juices foaming out from the rubbery tip. She had on a few occasions seen her father before the divorce, but she had always felt uncomfortable about it, as if she was witnessing something dirty. She had certainly never seen a cock as close up as this. She'd always wondered how anybody could get those huge cocks into a tight cunt and keep it there.

"Here, let me put your hand on it," Jim said. "You gotta skin it up and down."

"M-m-m-my hand?" she winced with incredulity. "S-skin it up and d-down?"

"What else? You're going to jack me off – do that same thing for my cock that I just did for your pussy. You know, come on, don't play dumb, I got cum in my balls too!"

"I… I don't know what you mean. I've never done anything with a boy before. Really, Jim, I don't want to. Please take me home now."

Jim sighed.

"Come on – I'll show you," he said.

He took her unresisting hand and placed it on his hardened cock, wrapping the fingers around its chunky girth.

"Now jack your hand up and down on it… like a cunt… and keep fucking it until I cum!" He kept his hand on hers and demonstrated, his eyes half shut.

At the first contact with his fingers, Sally tried to pull away, and as her hand unwillingly touched his cock flesh, she gasped aloud.

"No, no, no!" she protested. "Don't do it!"

"Take your choice, but you can't leave me with this Goddamned bulge in my balls."

Sally winced.

"What? S-s-s-suck on… on that?" She had ever heard of! She couldn't imagine anyone doing it. It was horrible!

"Millions of women suck cock!" Jim said with a grin.

"I don't believe you."

"I'm not lying, baby," the boy said exasperatedly. "Here… if that's too much, jack me off, then. Just go on moving your hand and keep it in the shape of a cunt – slow at first. I'll tell you when to speed up so I can cum."

His hardened cock was hot in her hand. She could feel the heat it exuded through the tautly stretched skin of the thickly throbbing shaft as she did his bidding, fucking her hand stiffly up and down as he had showed her. Her fingers only just met around the blood-swollen rod, and she wondered how such a huge hunk of cock was ever able to fuck up inside a girl's pussy. If anyone tried to get one in hers… well, good luck, fella! Nobody was going to fuck her with one of those things!

But it wasn't a question she wanted to pursue. Jim might try to show her, and she didn't want to be fucked by a guy just yet! Nevertheless, in the state her cunt had been in, as short as a few minutes ago, she might well have allowed him to split her cherry, the all-consuming passion she had felt in her tits and pussy would have swept away all fears, all objections! It was a frightening thought to the innocent girl.

She started out of her reverie. Jim was mumbling to her. She had unconsciously tightened her grip on his cock as she'd mused, and now he grated: "Christ, what the hell you tryin' to do? Strangle it?" He wiggled in the seat. "Loosen your hand… let it move kind of easily, all the way up and down. Over the head, too."

Trying to follow his instructions obediently, she felt his hard cock pulsating and jerking in her hand, and somehow there was a thrill to jacking him off! Some indefinable feeling or erotic stimulation coursed through her cunt and she had the sudden idea that there was power, force, an animal energy in the cock itself, independent of Jim, as it responded to her now light, cunt-like touch. His cock expanded and throbbed under her fingers, its heat seeming to increase with the friction as she spit in her hand and milked the stiffened shaft of male flesh like a pussy fucking up and down on it.

Now his hips were undulating, jerking up and down to meet the hot, wet stroking of her inexperienced fingers, fucking into her hollowed fist with fury. He fucked into her cunt-formed hand faster and faster, the sticky pre-cum oozing from his glans, lubricating the way, until she could no longer keep up with him. Holding her hand almost immovable, she waited desperately for him to shoot out his cum.

His handkerchief was in his hand, hovering just over the blood-engorged head of his wildly fucking cock. He must be very near to cumming, Sally decided, marveling at the realization that her hand was acting as a female cunt for him to fuck and empty his balls. Then suddenly the boy grunted and gave a final upward fuck. She could feel the hard rod of flesh in her grasp begin a spasmodic, staccato jerking, pumping its hotly steaming juices through the tumescent tube of his cock and on up into the wadded handkerchief.

She was disappointed that she could not actually see the hot white juice of his cum spurting from his cock tip. But some of the scalding fluid escaped and dribbled down through her tightly clenched fingers, and she could smell the pungent male odor of him in the confines of the car. She found it not at all unpleasant. The remembrance of the surprise she had found in this feeling was still with her, and making her pussy a little slick when she finished dressing and turned to see her father, Brad, staring at her with hungry eyes.

One hand poked at the burning embers with a charred stick, his eyes flashing hotly in the fire's reflection as he had watched her dress. That look, mused Sally, slipping her foot into the rubber thong, that look in his eyes reminds me of the way that boy looked when he creamed in my hand.

But no! she reasoned with a pang of guilt. He's my own father and girls just don't go around letting their own father fuck them. But, she felt her cunt moisten a little more, the warm slippery juices seeping out under the cunt band of her panties and wetting her inner thighs, I'll bet Daddy's got the biggest, most beautiful cock in the world. If girls did let their daddies fuck them, I'd probably be the first one to lay down on my back and spread my legs and pussy wide for him. I'll bet he could fuck a girl like a wild bull.

CHAPTER TWO

Brad had been staring out at the tail cypress trees and watching the water rise up their trunks. He was wondering if it had been such a good idea parking the camper where he had. Judging from the wetness of the sand when they'd arrived early this morning, it seemed as if the tide would reach only the large grove of trees far to the right of them where the water was lapping against them now. That left a huge expanse of water between them and the rest of the land, eventually leading to the road. The only problem would be getting cut off from the forest behind them, should the tide rise that high. Brad looked up in the sky, relying on his intuitive knowledge. The moon was full, a sign which predictably indicates high tides.

Well, he thought, churning the fire and wedging another splintered log close to the coals, no use worrying Sally about it. If the tide does come up this far, the worst that could happen is not being able to drive out until it goes down again. His eyes scanned the darkened trees in back of him. There was some higher ground where they could move the pick-up if necessary.

"Hey! Where's the wine?" he called out, cupping his hands like a megaphone to call over the sound of the ever-approaching water.

Blonde hair sweeping through the air reflected the fire's glow as Sally strode toward her father, digging her toes in the still warm earth.

She unscrewed the cap on a half gallon jug and poured out a paper cupful. "Here you go, Daddy. Drink up!"

She poured another cupful and was joining him, mesmerically staring into the fire.

"Hey, I thought you didn't drink. Miss Chastity and all that," he teasingly berated.

"I'm so thirsty from the sun I'd drink swamp water if I had to," laughed Sally, taking a long pull on her wine. She swallowed, not enjoying the taste, yet savoring the wetness. "You think we're the only people camping down here?" she asked, surveying the tree-darkened horizon where the phosphorescent-tipped cypresses gleamed under the moon's shimmer. Craning her neck, she looked behind them, a sudden shiver shooting up her spine. "You don't think we're too close to the water, do you? I mean I'm not afraid or anything, but I'd hate to wake up under water," she chuckled half heartedly.

"Naw, just means you're gonna have to go potty in front or me if you can't get to the trees."

Sally rounded her shoulders and made finger prints in the soft earth, looking up only when her father patted her on her knee. She'd always been shy.

"Come on, honey. This is called communing with mother nature, enjoy it!" That little girl, scared look in her blue eyes had not eluded him. Jesus, she was voluptuous even when she looked twelve years old – like now. Suddenly, he wished he'd met her hitchhiking or in a bar, that she was a total stranger. Then he could lay her down and fuck her the way his cock screamed for him to do. Again, he wondered if she was really a virgin. Waiting for her to speak, he pulled a strand of golden silk away from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. He wanted to see that uptilted nose and high cheekbones in the heated glow of the fire.

Sensing his heated gaze, Sally built tiny mounds of moss, smoothing it with trembling fingers before poking holes in the miniature hills and finally smoothing them flat again.

"You're thinking about something, what is it?"

"It's spooky here being alone, don't you think?" He loved the way she wrinkled up her nose when she talked and wanted to take her picture as she was now, bathing in oranges and reds.

"It was either camping down here on our own, or pulling into one of those state park campsites. That's not what I call fun. This is Bayou country, honey, the most beautiful spot in Louisiana. Only problem is, everybody knows it and fill those campsites with their screaming kids."

Sally sniffed, wiped her nose on her sweat shirt sleeve and nodded in acquiescence. Something ominous about the dark trees, the moon and the spooky lapping of the tide made her quiver. Ah, probably just because I've never camped, out before, nothing to worry about.

"Tell you what, tomorrow night we'll see if we can get rooms at a motel close by. Give you a chance to…"

"Oh, Daddy, that costs a lot of money. You don't have to do that," she countered with an angelic smile, showing off her perfect white teeth.

"Okay, a deal. We'll go have dinner at that place that serves Shrimp Creole." Unexpectedly he rose to his feet, brushed off his sand-covered pants and offered a hand. "Let's get the beds laid out. I'm bushed… too much rowing and sun today." Reaching up to touch his sun charred nose, he winced.

Reaching for his hand, she strained to her feet and once near the camping gear, unzipped the side pouch of her backpack and delved within for, the Vaseline. "Here, use some of this. Doesn't smell so good, but it'll help your sunburn. Your nose looks like a cherry tomato."

He accepted the blue two-toned plastic jar, wondering again why in hell with those hot tits she had to be his daughter, and twisted the cap.

A sound of yokes, not the water this time, alerted him to the fact that they were not alone. In the far distance, he could see two, three, or was it four figures rowing in a boat in their direction. He raised his hand to shade his eyes from the glow of the fire.

Sally noticed his sudden watchfulness. "What is it?" she asked.

"Your prayers are answered, my sweet. We have company."

With mixed relief and fear at the sudden intrusion, Sally joined him in his vigilance. Suddenly stories of campers in the swamps, grizzly alligator hunters with knives, and bodies dumped into the bayous reeled through her mind. Impetuously, she grabbed her father's arm and held tight, a tit pressing into him.

"Come on, honey, nothing to worry about. It's just a bunch of people like us trying to get away from the crowded campsites." Brad drained his wine and threw the paper cup in the small garbage pile accumulating near their camper.

"Hey!" boomed a voice from the rapidly approaching boat. "Want some company?" The voice was less muffled with each approaching slap of the oars, hardly leaving time for consideration, not to mention choice. What could he say, no?

Brad could sense his daughter tensing at his side.

The four shadows revealed themselves to be three men, all between the ages of 35 and 70 from what Sally could approximate. All were sun-weathered and very rough looking, as if they spent a great deal of their time outdoors. The fourth figure was a female, a few years older than Sally's age. The knowledge that she was not the only female seemed to encourage Sally into being more friendly and accepting the uninvited guests.

"Sure is getting cold," shivered one man, holding his hands, palms-up to the warming fire, when they had slipped from the boat and tied it to a tree. "You been camping here long?"

"Nah, tonight's the first night. We're from New Orleans," offered Brad. "Parked in the woods because the camper sites are too crowded and noisy."

"Good thinking," chime the wizened 70 year old. "They get real loud sometimes. Not like being out in the bayous at all."

Sally suppressed a gasp of uneasiness as the thin, red-haired man who'd introduced himself as Pete took a step in her direction.

"That's my daughter," smiled Brad freely.

"Campin' with you daughter?" guffawed Pete. He had a dull and not-too-bright expression on his face that leered when his eyes came to meet Sally's tits. She flinched as he continued to gape at her huge tits. His mouth hanging open in curiosity and his eyes flickering lewdly. Sally glanced at her father, and saw a startled and confused look cross his usually relaxed face.

"My name is Brad and this is Sally." Sally noticed a slightly guarded intonation in her father's voice, unusual for his husky relaxed nature.

Obviously, he too felt uneasy.

"Glad to meet ya," the weathery, gray-haired one nodded, offering a callused hand. "I'm Sam. You met Pete, that's Luke back there and Sissy beside him."

Sally tried to focus on the two shadows lingering near the trees ten yards away.

Sam, the older of the three, wasted no time making himself comfortable on a stump beside the fire. Burly headed and weather leathered skin, his eyes glistened in the flames. "Good fire you got here," he complimented. Then, turning, he waved toward Luke and Sissy who stood embracing, leaning against a tree in a lifeless silhouette.

"Them two's at it again," chortled Sam. "Fuck, fight and make up, fuck… all they do. Betcha my bottle of moonshine," he said, delving into his red-checked flannel shirt chest pocket, "they'll be fightin' like alley cats in a second."

Turning, he gestured toward the couple who'd separated now, arms flying in the air. "Say, what'd I tell ya?" Grinding a secure hole in the ground with the butt of the re-used whiskey bottle, Sam cupped his hands and bellowed. "Hey, come on and meet some nice folks! Quit fightin'!" And then in apology to Sally and Brad: "Ain't too many pussies in these woods. Man's gotta put up with a lot to get a good fuck in now and then."

The girl jerked at the lewd remark, but ignored it. Judging from the uncouth appearance and language of these two men, shivered Sally, a woman had to put up with a heck of a lot more. Their gritty, unwashed faces were dirty, tattered cuffs made her shirk in repugnance. Involuntarily, her shoulders shuddered visibly.

"You cold, honey," the one named Pete leered.

"Why don't ya come and sit next to the fire. We won't hurt you none."

Closing her suitcase and locking it, Sally took two cautious steps in the direction of the fire, her eyes locked on her father. God, if anything would happen to him, leaving her with these two thugs, she'd die! Closer now, Sally noticed the bearded face of Pete who continued to gaze at her as though he were half-witted in some way.

Sam unscrewed the cap of the re-filled whiskey bottle, took a hearty gulp, smacked his lips and passed it to Pete. "Don't be shy folks. Got plenty more if we can get that little bitch Sissy over here with it."

Four heads turned in the direction of the road, watching two bodies struggling from the distance. They looked like two shadow boxers tugging and pulling at each other's bodies in a last desperate attempt at winning or losing. From so far away, nobody could tell.

"Hey, Sissy!" bellowed Sam a second time. "Leave that fucker alone and get over here with that whiskey. We got some thirsty people here!"

Huddled near the fire, eight eyes watched as a black figure tromped off and got into the boat, rowing off into the darkness. Sally and her father exchanged disconcerting glances while the other two voyeurs guffawed and slapped their knees. "By Jesus, if Luke didn't split," chuckled Pete. "Least ways that means we got the moonshine!" He and Sam slapped each other on the back and drained the bottle, each wiping their mouths on the dirty plaid flannel of their sleeves.

"You guys live around her?" Brad wanted to know.

"Nah, just here for a few months alligator skinning. Pitched ourselves a little tent back up the bayou a piece." Sam leaned forward, one elbow on his knee. "Ain't legal, alligator skinning, you know," he laughed and touched the knife on his belt. "But trust you can keep a secret. We swamp men's touchy about squeallers."

Before Sally had time to assess the situation, a pretty girl of about eighteen had pranced to the campfire, shoes in her hand. Probably one of the most sensuous and almost savagely beautiful women Sally had ever seen. The girl collapsed to the ground, panting. Her violet eyes flickered in the fire light, her nostrils flared and a hateful look crossed her otherwise perfect features.

"That fuckin' son of a bitch," she spat, turning her head to see if he had followed her. "Look at this!" She lifted her skirt. "That bastard damned near killed me!" Her thigh was naked up to her pussy and bruised so that the skin looked drawn and swollen in its pre-bruise tenderness. "That sonofa… ooohhh," she grunted hatefully.

"Come on, you know Luke's temper. Ain't news to us!" Sam and Pete exchanged laughing glances, while Sally stared, mouth open at the girl.

"That creep ain't got no class," she spit again, after a second's pause to catch her breath.

"Meet our friends, Brad and Sally… father and daughter…" gestured Sam, obviously the mote polite of the strangers.

"Ain't that cute?" Sissy fluttered her eyelashes, sending shadows of light over her fair skin. "Now him… he don't seem to be so crude. You ain't from around here, are ya?"

"Me?" Brad pointed to himself and shrugged. "New Orleans."

Sally watched with bewilderment as her father's eyes roved the heaving mounds of Sissy's huge tits, rising and falling beneath her cotton tee-shirt. She wore, no bra, that was evident. Something about the situation made Sally terribly uneasy and she desperately wished everybody would go away and leave she and her father alone. But her sense of decorum demanded otherwise.

"Where's the whiskey?" ground out the stubble-bearded Pete.

"Back there in a bag," the auburn haired girl pointed toward the tree where the boat had been tied up next to Brad's.

"Go get it." It was a command from Pete.

"I ain't goin' all the way over there by myself, not with it so dark and all these alligators around," she whined with squinting eyes. She was a defiant girl, that was obvious. Somehow, Sally had to respect her for that.

"If he'll come with me I'll go get it," smiled Sissy, looking at Brad and licking her lips where a tiny trickle of blood marred her otherwise flawless skin.

Without regard for Sally's feelings or desires, not thinking of any harmful implications of leaving his daughter to these burly swamp men, he rose to his feet, offered a hand to assist the vixen and headed off toward the trees in the distance. The night was too beautiful to waste on useless daydreams, he thought. Watching his daughter dress a few minutes ago had started his balls aching and this hot little big-tilted cunt was a Godsend. He sure as hell was going to blow his cum into her one place or another before they got back to the fire with all that moonshine!

CHAPTER THREE

Sally almost opened her mouth to object as she watched her handsome father moving off in the near-darkness with the sensuous swamp girl, but before she could, they were out of the light of the fire. God, he was leaving her alone with these rough looking and talking men. What on earth could have come over him. She sat silently by the fire, aware the men's eyes were burning hotly through her clothing.

She could only hope her father stayed at least within her screaming range if anything happened. Then suddenly her mouth gaped open as she witnessed in the dim light the light-haired girl stop and pull her father into her arms, squashing her huge tits against his chest. Sally felt a blush start at the base of her neck as the pair began a slow, even grinding motion of cunt against cock with their arms wrapped around each other's backs. The couple was standing in the shadows of the trees now, just yards away from the remaining three, none of whom cared about their hotly grinding bodies, except for Sally. Pete and Sam were not appalled by Sissy's brazen cunt grinding movements.

From where she sat near the fire, Sally could see the swamp girl's mouth buried in her father's neck and she began planting hot, open-mouthed kisses over his skin. He hugged her even closer now, and one of his hands moved to the soft brown, almost blonde hair shimmering lightly down the back of her neck, running his fingers through the silver strands. God! How could he desert her like this, thought Sally possessively.

This was unbelievable! Silly's mind reeled in shock and disbelief as she watched the girl's tits mashed flat against her father's chest.

With the illumination of the moonlight, she watched the couple move even closer together, if that was possible. She could see Sissy's hands fall to her father's ass-cheeks, pulling his cock tightly to her cunt as though they were having a standing fuck. God, the two of them were actually dry fucking as some of Sally's more audacious girl friends called it. Her father must be really hard up for female attention, thought Sally, taking another sip of her wine, feeling a loathing build in her stomach. How dare he desert her with these… these brutes her only company!

"Well, look at that," grunted Pete pointing at Brad and Sissy. "If that little bitch ain't tryin' for more cock. You'd think three fucks a night would keep her snatch happy."

"How about you, honey?" Sam said half laughingly, but Sally knew he was serious… dead serious. She watched with saucered eyes as the one named Pete rose to his feet and tugged at her arm. "Come on, get up. Let's see if you're pussy's as hot as big-tits out there," he guffawed, his stubble bearded face shimmering in valleys in the fire's glow.

"No, no thank you," answered Sally as politely as she could. "No."

"Hey, come on, stand up and let me get a look at your tits and ass," he grunted a second time, this time more good naturedly.

Afraid to cause a scene, Sally rose to her feet and brushed her jeans clean. She was swiping at her sleeves when he took her by surprise and curled her firmly into his arms, making certain he could feel the sharp full tips of her huge tits smashing tautly into his chest. He pulled her closer against him, causing her legs to spread slightly so that the bulge of his cock rubbed softly against her cunt. Even the crisp cotton of her jeans seemed to hide nothing from his senses and he could feel the flesh of her right thigh pressing inadvertently between his own legs as he began moving them in time to his own rhythm.

He glanced over her shoulder and winked at Sam who was whittling a piece of wood to little splinters with his mean looking knife. Somewhere far off a cloud drifted across the moon, cutting her off from sight of her father for a fear-building second.

God, this was just unbelievable, she thought, struggling and breaking away through the swamp from the man's binding grip. Her toes dug into the ground and she tore around the clump of trees searching desperately for her father who, as she stopped, panting and leaning against the tree, was nowhere to be seen. Apparently the sudden light of the moon had sent them searching for cover and leaving her alone. As least she was safe and away from those brutes!

It didn't seem right to be irritated with her own father, but she was. She would have thought on their first night out camping he would have taken better care of her and thought less of his own lustful needs! And that bitch Sissy! What a whore she was! Well, she would probably find them back in the woods somewhere talking and drinking the moonshine they were supposed to bring back.

In timing with the light of the moon flickering through the clouds, she sprang over a small stream, just as the lapping tide moved more swiftly in. She came to another larger shallow rushing stream almost immediately and hesitated. Sally had never been in the swamp before… didn't know it.

Could she make it in time to the other side without getting caught in the in-rushing water? Eyes wide in terror, she gritted her teeth, fear and reluctance her masters. Instinctively, like a trapped animal, she glanced back over her shoulder, seeing two dark silhouettes coming at her. Then, heart pounding like a drum, Sally reached across the stream feeling the water threaten her feet in warm, gushing swirl. In horror, she looked back from safety to see the stream a raging tide torrent where only seconds before it had been like a mild pond.

She held her breath, her worst fears suddenly confirmed, there was no sound of voices around. They had to be there somewhere! They had to! Panicked and alone, Sally hissed damning phrases at her unseen father and trying to stop the sudden volume of tears that had begun flowing, in her panic, bolstered her courage. She had to think clearly! She couldn't trust those men back there not to try and fuck her, that she knew.

Then, her eyes more accustomed to the growing darkness, she thought she spied a moving figure ahead in the trees. Carefully she made her way through the darkness and was almost to the spot when she heard a loud masculine groan.

Oh my God, Dad's been hurt, she thought, and her first reaction was to hurry towards the figures as quickly as she could. She was about to call out when she heard a soft female giggle.

Looking out from behind a tree she could hear a voice. One voice was definitely her father's and sounded as if he were moaning in pain. There were more muffled groans, then there was a hoarse panting and sharp gasps, as though her dad were having difficulty breathing. Above these distressed and miserable noises, there were occasional soft giggles from a woman. Sissy! He and that hot little whore Sissy were doing something!

Another long low giggle issued from the trees ahead and Sally edged up closer to the figures. This time she had noticed a teasing, almost sadistic quality in the giggle. It broke off in a moist-sounding gurgle that was punctuated by a low groan from her father, and then a hot wet sluicing sound that Sally couldn't make any sense of. It sounded like a hungry kid sucking on a sucker.

Sally dug her fingernails into the tree bark and tried to order her thoughts. It was obvious that the man's voice belonged to her father and the girl was Sissy, she said to herself. She hadn't heard any other voices yet. But she didn't understand how the beautiful woman could bring those anguished and pleading responses from her father. Then the embarrassing thought struck her that he must be enjoying what was being done to him. She had to find out what was going on. She had to!

She took a deep breath and bent her head round the large tree tank. Two eyes peered onto two darkly shadowed bodies. A movement there, and Sally jerked her head back a little, out of the gaze of the couple near-by. The sound of the voices was clearer now and the soft groans from her father seemed to be turning into deep grunts of pain that sent chills running down her spine.

"Oh God! Yessss, yessss," his voice mingled with the lapping water of the swamp. "Sock it to my cock… like… that!"

Sally rocked against the cypress tree from the shock. She lifted one free hand to her face, trying to shut out the horrible realization. Her father obviously was enjoying it. How could he desert her for one night with that… that bitch!

Straining on her haunches, she peered out again. God, if they saw her she'd die of embarrassment. Her heart stopped and she dared not breathe. But they hadn't seen her as the murmurs and gurglings kept coming, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. She could discern sounds of heavy breathing and animal grunts and moans. She couldn't stand the tension any longer, she had to find out and there was only one way! By looking out from behind the tree.

She wrapped her nervously perspiring hand around the large trunk and began inching her head around it. Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the moon's slivered light. She paled and sucked in her breath in shock at the sight illuminated by the moon's glow.

Her father was stretched out on the ground completely naked!

He was lying on his back totally stripped, his long hard cock pointing stiffly upwards into the moist softly glistening lips of Sissy's pinkly ovaled lips. Sally's eyes widened until it felt like they would bulge right out of her head in shock and disbelief. This couldn't be her very own father, it was beyond her wildest dreams. The swamp girl knelt over her father's thighs with her long delicately curving legs stretched wide apart. The full firm mounds of her huge tits dipping and brushing over the tops of his thighs as her head bobbed up and down over his lust stiffened cock. Her body heaved in lime to the slow moist drawing and sucking of her mouth on his thickly throbbing hardness.

Sally was just feet away and she could see with all too painful clarity the light haired girl's pink fluted lips being stretched wide as they absorbed her dad's monstrous cock deep up into her hotly working mouth. Her cheeks were puffed out, then they were hollowed obscenely as she pulled her head all the way up the throbbing shaft of his cock. On the outstroke, the thick turgid head was left buried in her mouth and she licked her tongue around its bulbous rubbery edge, swiping at it lewdly. It was impossible to believe, but her father was actually enjoying this. My God, he was begging her to suck his cock!

To Sally's shock and surprise, he grunted in gratitude as Sissy reached down to his heavy balls between his legs. She teased the soft tender-looking skin with the tips of her fingers.

Sally let out a deep gasp as she strained around the large tree trunk for a better view of the two figures sprawled out on the moss-covered ground. She could make out the contortions of her father's violently twisting features. God, he was really loving being licked between his legs that way, she whispered to herself. His mouth opened into a lewd smile, his tongue licking quickly at his moistly gaping lips. His eyes were half-closed, his brow furrowed as though in deep, deep concentration, and his ass-cheeks began a salacious little fucking movement that swished obscenely against the ground.

Suddenly, Brad raised his arms and reached forward until his hands hovered under Sissy's hotly swaying tits. His hands opened and his fingertips brushed over her rapidly stiffening nipples. They seemed to move in slowly teasing circles around the little center buds, bringing wet sucking sounds and further mewls of pleasure from the girl's cock nibbling lips.

Yes, there was no doubt about it, Sissy was definitely enjoying sucking his cock, and so was her father, Brad. Sally clenched her fist tightly, as tears of rage and confusion welled up and flooded her eyes. She was watching the girl suck his cock outright now, and no longer bobbing her head up and down to escape their view.

She watched as her father closed his fingers around the sensuous girl's hard erect nipples and began tweaking them vigorously. Sissy sat up on the round and letting the older man's wetly glistening cock slip from her mouth with a moist sluicing sound, embraced it between her hands and fingers. She began stroking the red, blood-engorged hardness rapidly between her hands and Sally could see the long thick cock expand and grow even larger with each successive jerk. She was only a scant few feet away, and her impulse was to jump from behind the tree and run away from the horrifying scene, but she feared that one false move, and she would be discovered by the lewdly playing couple.

How could her father do this to her? Remembering the way he'd held her so close, her own tits against his chest, before all these rough swamp people intruded on their privacy, how secure he'd made her feel, so protected for a long, long time. And now here was that same man and he had let another girl suck his cock. Where was his concern for her now?

Sally gasped soundlessly as Sissy's gently grasping fingers skinned the thick foreskin of her father's cock rapidly up and down its flail length, the huge bulbous head bursting into view with each downward stroke she made with her hands. Sally was close enough now to see her dad's contorted mouth open in a silent whimper as his hands pulled and massaged hotly at the swamp girl's naked tits. He began hard, spasmodic jerks with his hands on the flesh of her tits between his fingers and pressed them maddeningly back against her chest.

The moonlight shone softly on the hot, orgiastic scene and cast a lewd glare over Sally's father's balls which were closest to Sally's vision. She was near enough to see that the bulbous head of her father's cock was covered with a white, creamy looking fluid that must be the cum that seeped from men's cocks when they became excited. The same stuff that had shot out into her hand when she'd jacked-off that guy who picked her up at the movie. His cock looked huge to her as she had seen only one before, and she wondered how it would feel to have something that big up inside her pussy. It looked like it would leave no room for anything else if it fucked her.

She just couldn't watch anymore!

She turned slightly from the tree. Her father looked up and must have sensed or beard something from the way he glanced around for a moment. Oh God, he was getting up and raising himself out from under Sissy and Sally didn't have time to run from her hiding place. He would never forgive her for spying on Sissy sucking his cock, and would never understand that her interest in not getting fucked herself had driven her to that particular tree.

She choked back a whimper of relief as her father knelt beside the light haired beauty and pressed her back down on the ground. Sissy lay in a position of total subjugation beneath him, her mouth hanging open and her nakedly splayed out thighs quivering helplessly while he stroked his fingers and hand up and down between the moistly streaming lips of her cunt.

Sally's heart began to pound thunderously in her chest. Her father moved up and knelt over the voluptuously spread cunt of the girl. She watched in shock as he leaned down over her nakedly spread pussy-hole that was winking hotly in Sally direction and slowly lowered himself and positioned his cock over her lewdly undulating little cunt. Sally could see the hot girl's wide-spread creamy-looking thighs, stretch wider apart to accept the fucking of her father's huge cum-filled cock up inside the slowly parting lips of the moistly glistening hole. His ass-cheeks squirmed roughly for a minute as they thrust down toward the wetly pulsing fur-rimmed pussy between her legs. His hands reached down beneath the full firm moons of her naked ass-cheeks and pulled them up toward the hotly throbbing head of his cock that was now fucking slowly up into the pink wet entry to her warm welcoming cunt.

Sally felt her heart pounding like a drum under her tits and she had to rest against the tree to maintain her balance. Her head whirled. She began to feel even weaker and close to fainting, and she tried to blot out the unbelievably wild act of fucking going on right before her eyes. There on the ground before her was her own father. Her father whom she hadn't seen for so long, with his thick lust-incited cock buried fully in another girl's wetly clinging cunt! Then the two figures began slowly guiding their cock and cunt and fucking against each other in a lewd and methodical rhythm.

Is this why he'd brought her one hundred and fifty miles away from home? To fuck… yes, that was the word, fuck another girl, to leave her to escape these swamp men who had no more scruples or manners than animals? Suddenly, the warmth she'd felt toward her father turned to anger, then hatred. Why should she feel this jealousy of him fucking someone… yes, that's what it was, jealousy. She didn't know.

"Oooooo, your cock feels so big, so gooood fucking my hot pussy," the girl's whimper stabbed through Sally's confused mind.

What right did that girl, a total stranger, have to dominate her father's attention? That was the attention she'd been yearning for for the past years.

Sally wanted to reach out and rip their naked fucking bodies apart and throw Sissy back into the swamp as she justly deserved. She felt her eyes blurring with tears and wanted to run, but knew her legs would not support her after watching her father's huge cock fucking the girl silly. She could do nothing but cower here against the tree and watch and listen in anguish while this brazen hussy pick-up squirmed her naked cunt around his cock.

She lifted her hands to her ears to try and shut the sounds of their hot wet fucking away, but it didn't help. They were coming at her from all sides, wet, cock-fucking, cunt-sluicing noises punctuated intermittently by small mewls and groans of totally absorbed ecstasy. Sally watched as her father continued the slow, pussy-splitting fucks into the girl's cunt.

He withdrew slightly, his thick fleshy cock sliding out for several throbbing inches, then fuck forward again, holding it there, high up inside the bitch's nakedly quivering belly. He withdrew until the underside of the pinkly throbbing cockhead was visible to his hypnotized daughter. Sally's mouth dropped open and she suppressed the desire to scream as she watched Sissy's long curving legs wrap suddenly up around his hips, her heels tight against his tautly clenched ass-cheeks and straining to pull his cock-head up inside her hot pussy-hole.

Sally could see the cords on the inside of the nakedly stripped girl's thighs flexing tightly as she fucked her soft hair covered pussy back up over the wetly glistening cock. Her sensuously quivering ass-cheeks lifted several inches up off the soft moss as she struggled upwards trying desperately to absorb the tight little hole between her thighs. The stiffly bulging hunk of male cock flesh sucked into the slick pink folds of her hungry clasping cunt. Sally gasped and stifled a moan as her father's hands opened over Sissy's hugely heaving tits, leaning on them and shoving them back up hard against her chest as he fucked the full length of his cock back into her anxious waiting pussy. Sally could see the thin, tight fleshy ring on the other woman's cunt clasp tightly around his lustfully driving hardness. The enormous bulk of his male cock stretched the mouth shaped lips apart as he thrust deep causing the soft hair covered skin of his balls to slap loudly and wetly against the outer ring of her tiny puckered asshole below. He fucked the long hard cock into her thin pink pussy with an inward fuck that brought an unearthly gasp from the girl, like the cry of a gang-raped virgin.

Brad's naked asscheeks fucked furiously as he thrust his huge glistening pole of hardened cock flesh into the hotly clasping cunt in an increasingly mad rhythm that almost made his daughter feel sorry for the light haired slut. But not for long.

Good! He's going to fuck her hot tits off, thought Sally with a jealous stab of spite.

The swamp beauty's eyes widened and turned glassy and she stared up at the sky. Her mouth hung open and her face flushed a delicate crimson, visible under the moonlight, as though the long searching fuck deep up into her naked belly were battering as deep up into her cunt as her throat and now choking her to death. But all the while her hotly slavering pussy continued to gobble steadily up the wildly throbbing length of Sally's father's cock twisting and writhing like a belly dancer's and her legs spreading even wider apart. Suddenly she pulled them up, knees to her hotly bouncing tits, spurring him on with the heels of her bare feet, digging into his furiously fucking ass-cheeks as her long hair flew wildly through the air.

The girl's breath stopped for a moment while lewdly locked bodies drove on and fucked out a wild scene on the ground ahead. The fuck was becoming more and more frantic with each moment. Sissy's legs scissored open, jerking out to either side of the pile of moss they were on, and tiny streams of sweat beaded Brad's forehead, and ran in small shiny rivulets down the hollowing and convulsing cheeks of his rapidly fucking buttocks. He continued to fuck the full length of his deeply tunneling cock far up inside her hotly devouring cunt until a sharply piercing cum-scream reverberated through the night. Then there was a low male groan followed by utter silence.

Only the sound of a wetly sluicing cock fucking into a juice-flooded cunt could be heard.

Brad stayed on his hands and knees for a moment over the lewdly writhing woman.

Sissy's huge tits seemed to vibrate and the wild lunging rotations of her cock-filled pussy slowed down to tight spasmodic jerks up against the cock still fucking into the nakedly upturned little hole. Her nostrils flared and one long last gasp of breath escaped from her lungs before she collapsed under him, her body quivering uncontrollably as though being slapped by an unseen hand. His hands cupped under the nakedness of her still hotly twitching ass-cheeks and pulled her toward the last inward fuck of his spasmodically pumping rod spewing his hot male cum deep up into the depths of her greedily sucking belly. It filled her completely and overflowed with her own cum juices out of the still wetly pulsing lips of her now more softly contracting pussy.

Sally watched in silence as her father collapsed over the nineteen-year-old's well-fucked body and they lay still, a loose, tangle or arms and intertwined legs, their breathing slowing gradually to small gasps. Sally took one last jealous look and then, sobbing, decided to hide in the swamp, not caring about the danger from alligators or even the swamp men who were probably still waiting at the campfire for their damned moonshine while their two envoys fucked like crazy on a soft bed of moss.

Toes scraping into soft ground, she walked carefully, always looking down… one step at a time, one step at a time, she mentally repeated to herself. Anything to get away from there!

When at last she reached the large tide in flow she had leaped before, she took a deep breath, waiting for the tide to ebb and then, not caring… almost wishing for the swamp's unreliable, treacherous current to sweep her out into it. To be eaten by the alligators, she ran for the point beyond that had turned to an island now by the first stream she had crossed on her way becoming larger and deeper. She felt her toes tight the soft ground, her feet digging in and being slowed by the ankle deep mud. Panting her side piercing from over exertion, she reached the safety of the island, both sides now being cut off by the flowing water of the streams surrounding it.

Once there, she collapsed on the soft moss beneath the trees. Then as she sat there on the still heated warm moss, the gravity of her dire situation loomed before her. There wasn't much choice. Either stay here all night where an alligator might crawl up any time, or try to get across the smaller stream and go back to the campfire to warm herself and put on dry clothes. If she did that, she knew full well she risked the two swamp men gang raping her virginal cunt. She would have no protection. Her father and Sissy could never make it back through the woods now. Her escape across that large stream was the last to be made, of that she was certain.

Finally, she made her way, back and the campfire flickered and sparkled from a distance and Sally, despite her horror of the men whom she knew would try to fuck her, was relieved to see the warming sight. Her body felt as if she'd been running for hours. Hair gritty with sand, her toes scraped and bruised from crossing the swamp, she felt fatigued and desperately wanting to lie down and go peacefully to sleep.

Once at the campfire, she realized nothing had changed. There sat Sam and Pete smoking cigarettes and laughing, now and then throwing a log on the fire to keep it going. Stubble-bearded Pete sat on the end of the stump watching with a hot, ever widening grin as she approached. Even from a distance, his lewdly shining eyes sent a chill of fear and terror racing from her tits to the hairs of her pussy.

CHAPTER FOUR

The girl stopped a few feet from the fire, suddenly overcome by an instinctive wariness, took several steps backward and then stopped again. They were all trapped for the night. The water had reached the shallow stream to the left of her now, leaving a small dry island encompassing the camper site and the trees beyond. And if the tide claimed any more ground, that too would be cut off! And where was her father and the swamp girl?

The events of the past hour and her present fear intermingled and she opened her mouth to scream, hoping other campers somewhere out there might hear her and come and help.

"What's the matter, honey?" leered Pete. "Looks like you just came out of a hole in the ground." Swallowing dryly, Sally reached and touched her matted hair, wet and stringy from the swamp water.

"Damn well looks good enough to fuck to me," guffawed Sam taking another gulp of the moonshine. Noticing her eyes on him, Sam offered the bottle. "Got tired of waitin' so we decided to go on a little treasure hunt of our own. Seems your daddy got a little furry treasure too," he chuckled lewdly.

"Yeah, with that slut friend of yours," blurted out the distraught girl.

"Hey, now wait a minute," sneered Pete. "You think yer snotty pussy's any better?" With that, Pete rose from the stump and grabbed Sally from behind, his hands cupping her tits. She strained and twisted but couldn't wrench him off and when she tried to scream he just mockingly laughed at her. What had she done to deserve this she wondered, her huge tits throbbing in fear.

Her instincts at their height now, Sally knew they would strip her naked and something awful would happen to her. The obscene glinting look in Sam's eyes assured her of that and she wrenched her shoulders and kicked at Pete's ankles, but nothing loosened the hold.

"Real snappy little cunt we got here, Sam… whatcha say ya give me a hand." Pete gestured with a nod of his head. Another long pull on the moonshine and the older man was on his feet, leaping greedily for her ankles and lifting them. They had her now from both sides and though she fought them with all her remaining strength, they were carrying heir over to a stack of blankets outside the camper-truck where they dumped her onto them and leered at her, rape obvious in their eyes.

"Don't it seem to you, Sam, that since her old man got little Sissy's pussy that we get a little of this one's hot little twat?"

Sam's grin answered for him.

As Sally cowered on the blankets, their lewd glances increased as they seemed to grow more restless. She could still not believe that she was trapped here alone out in this forsaken swamp with two men who'd proved themselves to be no better than a couple of pussy-hungry animals. It seemed like a practical joke… a mystery novel. It had been her father's fucking of that no-good swamp girl. The shock of seeing him actually fucking that foul-mouthed female had swept away all illusions that she might have had about her father's protective attitude toward her.

"Why are you doing this to me?" stammered Sally. "I haven't done anything to you. Please… please," she sobbed.

Pete unclasped his arms and turned smiling to Sam. "Give the little lady a drink, Sam," he said, gazing back at her long gently tapering legs.

"I… I don't want anything to drink," she said and shuddered with cold. "Just let me go to sleep."

With a tenderness she couldn't understand, Sam reached down and handed her the bottle. "Look, you gonna catch one hell of a cold if you don't warm up them insides." She didn't notice him winking at Pete who couldn't seem to unlock his gaze from Sally's fearfully shivering tits.

Not caring what had caused this sudden change of heart, Sally gratefully accepted the bottle, raising it to her lips and wincing at the acrid taste as it burned a trail down her throat. Her eyes lifting from the rim of the bottle, she tensed as she saw Pete studying her as though she were a whore already stripped naked, evaluating her pussy for its worth.

His eyes moved from the smooth curve of her calves to her tiny waist, then burned a slow path upwards to her hotly swelling tits pressed inside her sweat shirt. He'd felt those huge tits before and planned to feel them, stripped naked this time, again.

An intuitive flash of survival swept through her chilled body again. "W-What do you want from me? Why are you standing over me?" her voice faltered with each word.

"Hear that?" mocked Pete. "She thinks we're a couple of fuckers…"

"Look… we're not a couple of raping brutes," voiced Sam with a hint of smile in his voice. "We ain't gonna do anything to your pussy that won't feel good."

At this, Pete threw back his head and let the moonshine gurgle in his throat.

"Then go away… just go away and leave me alone," Sally sobbed, tears of fear welling up in her eyes.

"Hey," Pete nudged Sam. "What ya say we flip a coin and find out who gets to fuck her hot little cunt first."

Sally wished she hadn't heard that. Clenching her eyes tight, hearing only the lapping of the swamp water, she tried to shut out all sensation, desperately hoping that her father would come back and save her from their hungry cocks. God, why wasn't he ever there when she needed him? These men would fuck her crazy.

But then it had been that way her whole life! Nobody was ever there when she had to have someone close to share her miseries. With a pang of dread she remembered him leaving her with these thugs to go off and let that awful woman suck his cock and then liking it! With a chest heaving sob, she wished he was dead. Then opening her eyes at the sudden feel of someone touching her, she wished she could escape.

"Do you like it when I move my hand up and down your arm and across your big tits like this?" Pete said softly and slid his lightly coursing fingers up to the soft tanned skin of her neck.

Sobbing, she turned her face toward the water. "Of course not," she hissed.

"Okay, got a coin brother?" chortled Sam, delving into his dirty and frayed pocket. "Penny do?"

"I take heads," snickered the stubble-bearded man.

The coin flipped through the air, a whir of copper as it landed on Sam's wrist.

"Looks as if the little lady is mine to fuck, pal," snorted Sam, surreptitiously eyeing the coin then holding it out for the dim-witted man to see.

"Guess I gotta, take sloppy seconds," grunted the loser. "Don't cum too much and git it too mushy!"

The blatant lewdness of the remark about fucking her and cumming in her sent an electric shiver of fear down the length of Sally's already stiffened spine. Unconsciously, she looked out over the dark, reflective expanse of the night swamp. It seemed incredible that she was going to get the cherry fucked away in one of the most beautiful places she'd ever been in her life. A prisoner in beauty.

Sally lay back on the blanket and let the words cut through her like a metallic edge. Pulling her matted blonde hair away from her face, she took another long gulp of the moonshine. Sam was closer, his hand resting on her jean-covered knee, his finger playing gently with the bottom of her sweat shirt. She thrust her knees against the blanket, but his hands thrust her more firmly with a slight digging pressure on her skin. Then his other hand slipped under her damp sweat shirt. She could feel his fingers on her naked flesh and then sensed his soft caress on the sensitive skin of her stomach.

"You are one of the damnedest lookin' kids I seen in this swamp for a long time, honey," he said, the leering tone in his voice giving weight to his words. "Nice big tits."

"I-I-oh, please," she cried out. "Don't touch me! Let go of me!"

"It's all going to feel so damned good fuckin' into your pussy, doll. Bet you're a cherry. Can tell those things. You never felt a good hard cock fucking up between them legs?"

She tried to stand up but his arm jackknifed around her waist, pulling her struggling tits toward his chest as he kneeled down beside her. The smell of moonshine was heavy in the air.

She felt his hand slipping between the tightly fitting material of her bra, cupping the smoothly resilient nakedness of her tits between his fingers and she wrenched her body to the side, setting him off balance for a moment.

The sight of the rough, seventy year old stranger sent a shudder of revulsion through Sally's tight little cunt. How could she possibly have gotten into this situation where she wits going to get fucked by him. Looking at it objectively, it was completely absurd, but cool detachment was something her pussy didn't possess right now. The older man's hand increased his grip around her shoulder, while his other hand moved again to her stomach, worming its way again up to the deeply plunging cleavage between her tits, touching the smoothly uplifting area just above the cloth, then probing his fingers beneath her exposed bra to pinch her naked nipple.

"God," she cried out, and tried desperately to squirm away. "You can't touch my titties like that! When my father comes back he'll…"

"Honey, your daddy ain't comin' back from nowhere."

"What-what do you mean?" she cried out.

"See that stream over there? Ain't nobody gonna be able to get back to this part of the swamp until mornin'." He angled himself up on the heaped up blanket opposite her and crossed his feet comfortably on a nearby log. Studying her, she thought. What was so interesting about her that he liked to toy with her titties in this way? Yes, she reasoned, he was playing a game, teasing her and obtaining his perverse satisfaction by watching her squirm with each of his lewd advances.

"You know what I think?" he smiled widely and toyed with a handful of moss. "I think a good cunt-fuck will get your mind off that father of yours."

Sally swallowed hard, fighting with all her strength to keep from showing the inner outrage and humiliation she felt at being assaulted by his obscene fuck words. Well, she thought, he would see how much she could take. She would remain silent even if it meant she had to choke on her own tears of anguish.

"A pretty tilted girl like you," he continued, looking down with a peculiar glint in his eyes. "You've got so much to fuck a guy's cock with, but look at you. Pissed because some older guy dared to touch your hot tits. Now most women in these parts would take that as a compliment and want me to diddle their pussy too."

Sally started to her feet, but a swift hard glance from both of the men told her she would be better off sitting exactly where she was. The torrent of obscenities continued pouring from Sam's mouth as he drank more and more of the moonshine. He described terrible things he wanted to do to her naked cunt and tits, piling up description upon description of lewd ways of fucking. She had never imagined them possible, much less heard of before.

With each image his depraved mind managed to conjure up, she felt her show of strength weakened, until she knew at last the battle was lost. God, they were animals, both of them! But there was nothing she could do but thrust her hands over her ears and pray that they would stop and just go ahead and fuck her.

When she released her hands, the first words she heard were, "And now we're gonna fuck."

As a last sacrament to her virginity, Sam handed the girl a bottle of moonshine and smiled as he watched her gulp down the mind numbing alcohol.

Sally felt this thick muscular arm circle around her, and this time she put all of her strength into her attempt to bolt from the blanket. But she could not move! "Come on, honey, fucking ain't all that bad. Just takes a little gettin' used to is all."

Sally could feel Sam's excitedly tense breathing as he pressed her lithe body closer to him, his hand on her waist toying with the buttons of her jeans. God, this was impossible! Tears of frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the obscene picture of her father's rigid pulsing cock fucking into that swamp girl's openly devouring cunt crossed her mind. She sobbed helplessly at the grim realization that her pussy might soon be tilled with a deeply fucking shaft of male cock flesh.

She kicked upward with her knee toward his groin, but this only sent the older man into a greater frenzy of desire to fuck her. He pivoted her body back onto the blanket, pressing his hands on her shoulders and angling her back against the ground. Then he slid down beside her, removing his hands from her tits and listing them over her tiny wrists.

He pressed her down tighter onto the blanket, thrusting the lush curve of her ass-cheeks roughly into the moss beneath. One of his hands released his grip on her wrist, and she slammed her small fist into his chest. He laughed, but didn't even wince.

"Hey, Pete," he growled to the man gaping above them. "Think I'm gonna need a little help with this one. Bring a fresh bottle of moonshine to sweeten her little pussy-hole up a bit."

"P-please," she sobbed, kicking her legs feebly against the blanket. "Oh-Oh, God, let me go!"

He grabbed the bottle from Pete's hand and lifted her head up from the blanket by the nape of her neck, more gently this time, and put the mouth of the bottle to her lips. The hotly burning liquid sizzled down her throat and she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the bottle forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.

"That's good… good. Feel better now, Miss Snooty-Cunt?"

The moonshine taking its effect, Sally tried to rise again, but this time she felt a pair of hands clasping her feet. She looked down to where Pete had moved squatting on the ground, his arms reaching to her slim ankles. Then her arms were back in the grip of Sam's paralyzing fingers.

"Oooooooh noo!" she moaned, suddenly realizing what was about to happen to her in fantasy had turned into reality. They were actually going to fuck her!

Her eyes shot up to the older man who had risen from the ground.

"Pull open her legs," he hissed with a coarse, impatient tone in his voice. "I'd like to see that sweet pussy of hers before my cock crawls up inside it and starts spittin!"

The beauty worked as hard as possible to struggle to escape what was about to happen. She felt someone unzip her jeans and yank at first one leg and then the other. She arched her ass-cheeks, wriggling her smooth flat belly from side to side, but she knew it was useless. The moonshine had pushed her into a half drunken, numbed state and she sensed her will slowly surrendering to them as she slipped into a dazed acceptance of whatever they might do to her next.

Her sweat shirt came off next, exposing the two huge melons of her round full tits still half covered by her bra. But his hands did not stop there. He tore at her thin nylon panties, leaving them in rags to hang by the waistband about her curvaceous hips.

"Well look at this," murmured Sam, glancing up at Pete with a grin. He stared at her fire-lit body of voluptuously spread cunt, following the gently undulating arc of her hips up to the flared in waist that again blossomed into the melon firmness of her naked tits. A long golden strand of hair fell carelessly across her shoulder, down over the full firm mounds.

"Alright," Sam said in a choked up voice. "Big Daddy's gonna crawl home. I wanna see if that hot li'l pussy feels as tight as it looks to fuck."

Sally jerked when she felt, the coolness of his fingers press against her hotly heaving tits. She raised her head for a moment, then lowered her face helplessly to the blanket. Gone now were any dreams of freeing herself from this depraved couple of swamp men, and she clenched her teeth awaiting whatever he might do next.

The word rape had sunk into her alcohol-dulled mind with a leaden certainty. Yet her body still rebelled against it, her now naked ass-cheeks quivering convulsively from the terrifying thought of how he was going to fuck her in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could save her virginity now.

Dear God, if only things hadn't happened this way. If only she hadn't come with her father, if only they'd parked up in the park where, any number of people would have responded to her cries for help. A thousand ifs ran though her mind in disconnected strands until her thoughts were jolted back to reality by the touch of the old man's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the voluptuous flare of her hips for a moment and then slid them slowly to the slimness of her waist above her ripped panties. Her skin was most sensitive there and twitched involuntarily under his touch. Sally trembled as she sensed his heavy breathing stop for an instant as he leaned over her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her quivering tits as the heat of his hand traced a tingling path just before their leering gaze.

"Damn it, man, why don't you just go ahead and get on her and fuck her?" she heard Pete wheeze. "I can't stand watching her much longer."

"Just about ready…" With that, Sam's hands slipped to the cotton clad firmness of her gently uplifting tits. He wasted no time in wedging his hands behind her back and, with a neat snap of his fingers, undoing the tight clasp of her bra. The smooth resilient mounds seemed to sway out of their own accord, their tiny brown nipples coming to instant erection as the cool night air rushed over them.

Sally squirmed for a helpless moment, letting out a deep tortured sigh when the swamp man's lips came into warm contact with one of the smoothly rounded spheres and he kissed it lightly, tracing a hot moist path to its tip that stiffened again in spite of her revulsion. She clenched her teeth and gnashed them. A man touching her like this couldn't make her tits feel good. It couldn't!

"Oh… ooohhh, pleeeease, no!" she pleaded in abject supplication, but her protests seemed to incite the man rather than to stop the insane play of his lips and kneading fingers over her hotly quivering naked titties.

Sam knelt down to the side of the blanket and again Sally was filled with the vain hope that he had decided to stop. She could feel his breath graze warmly against her flesh in a steady rhythmic pulse that kept time with the sharp pounding of her nipples and she could sense the slight change in his position as he reached up towards her leg. God, it was as though her vulnerable position had given her a second sight into the man's depraved mind and she was capable of foretelling his obscene intentions of fucking her before he had even touched her cunt. His hands ran the full length of her naked slim legs for a few indecisive moments before they came to rest on the remnant rags of her tattered panties, his fingers lingering there, fondling at the smooth, taut skin of her upper thigh just below her cunt lips.

Hot, stinging tears spilled in the helpless girl's eyes as the huge, burly swamp man slowly slipped his hands down to the sparse blonde frizz of her pussy hairs, stroking them lightly then teasing his finger gently downward to the soft virginal slit of her nakedly exposed pussy lips. Her stomach buckled up at the unaccustomed hot little sensation up between her legs. But he was caught up in his lewd task of exploring her cunt and didn't seem td notice.

Sally, cowering back now in complete terror, her eyes closed, heard the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste in front of her. She felt the big rough man lift himself up beside her, and then she felt the warm smooth pressure of his cum-foaming cock head being pressed against her naked thighs. She could feel its, stickiness where the wet hot seminal fluid seeped from its large inflated cock head. He arched up on his knees directly over her. With his hands beneath her hips, he pressured her ass-cheeks off the blanket toward him, and in one swift ripping sound, tore the tattered remains of her panties from the full white half moons of her now stripped naked ass.

"Oh, God," she moaned in fear and humiliation, feeling the silky material catch between her knees. She jerked back frightened when his hands reached down and ripped them from her legs, pawing only seconds for him to admire her tits and pussy.

"She sure has a sweet little cunt, Pete. Look at that tight little fuck hole!"

His meaty hand reached her and with a sudden jerk, he pulled her up against him and thrust his mouth over hers, his tongue snaking down past her lips into the depths of her throat. She lay next to him limply, despair filling her mind as she felt the hardness of his cum-slickened cock throbbing into the tender softness of her belly.

There was no escaping getting her cherry fucked away now, and she realized it clearly as she sensed his hands roaming over her huge vulnerably defenseless tits. Then the lewdly grinning swamp man began working his way down the length of her naked trembling figure, licking his tongue down between the twin peaks of her mountainous breasts until he reached the flat tantalizing plane of her stomach. His tongue darted into her belly button tormenting her and she groaned slightly and seized his hair to pull him away. But with a low growl, he pushed even further down, aiming for the split of her thighs and reaching underneath her ass with his hands to raise her naked cunt up to meet his face.

"No, nooohhhh, please, not that! Don't lick my pussy…" she screamed in an agony of embarrassment and fear. But he had squirmed upside down on the blanket and thrown his leg over her body in such fashion that his knees were on either side of her head, holding her pinned tightly down, while his long cum-glistening cock swung heavily down over her face. His head was burrowing hotly between her legs like a hungry rodent and his tongue-fucking slippery in and out of the moist flowering slit of her nakedly entrapped cunt.

The girl's cunt jerked involuntarily upward as she felt the electrifying contact between his lewd, wetly slavering tongue and the tiny pink tit of her clitty. As she raised her head to look down in shock, her lips accidentally brushed the bulbously throbbing tip of his massively swinging cock. She turned her head away instantly hearing a lewd grunt of satisfaction coming from the hot cunt-lapping mouth down between her widespread legs.

The old man took advantage of her movement to improve his position, pushing her legs even further apart and clamping his sweating palms against the naked inner flesh of her thighs. She struggled to pull her legs and cunt lips together again, but it was a hopeless battle against his vastly superior strength. She raised her head slightly trying to avoid his hard cock and could see down between her huge tits as he poised over her like a beast of prey.

Trapped in moist flesh of her naked pussy was offered up to him in helpless sacrifice and she could see the saliva and her own juices glistening around his panting mouth as he tongue-fucked hotly at the helplessly spread lips of her cunt.

Slowly, this thumbs moved from the half moons of her ass-cheeks up into the soft, fuzz-fringed split between her thighs and reached the tender pink lips covering her tight little cunthole. Then, with a slow torturing movement of his fingers, he drew the sparse hairs of her cunt apart, exposing the smooth wet inner walls to his lustful eyes. For a moment, he seemed content merely to gloat over her nakedness as she lay helplessly trapped upside down beneath him in this desolate swamp, with only the lap of the water to drown the roar in her head.

Then, he snarled like a starving animal and ground his face abruptly back down into the thin fuzzy patch between her legs. His snake-like tongue lapped teasingly at the thin vertical opening and began fucking hotly up into the sensitive throbbing walls of her thumb-split cunt-hole.

Her body jerked involuntarily as a desperate moan hissed from her lips and her nakedly spilt ass-cheeks began to grind recklessly down into the blanket, as she futilely attempted to escape this obscene animalistic tongue-lapping of her cunt.

"Please, oooohhh! Don't tongue fuck it!" she cried and then quickly snapped her mouth shut as he pushed his cock lower in an attempt to fuck the heaving pulsating hardness into her open mouth. She could not believe that this humiliation was actually happening to her. She searched her past in one fleeting second, desperately trying to reason what she had ever done to deserve such humiliating debasing. Oh God, it was a horrible, unbelievable nightmare! She was being fucked in her nakedly split pussy hole by a seventy year old swamp man, it was far from a nightmare.

He listened to the girl's groans with keen pleasure, feeling the soft blonde hair of her head brush against his inner thighs as she flailed her head helplessly back and forth between them. Again and again, his persistent tongue speared in and out, flicking in and out of the involuntarily dilating walls of her helpless cunt. This was not the first time in his life that the man had rape-fucked an innocent girl caught alone in the swamp. He was getting to be something of a master at teaching them doggie tricks.

The old swamper knew that a woman's body can be forced to act independently of instructions from her brain. No woman an alive, not even the Mother Superior in a convent full of nuns could withstand the hot slippery licking of her pussy without reacting in some way. Some things were beyond the control of the mind, Sam knew. And already he could feel that the walls of her hot little cunt hole were beginning to give off the warmly tasting juices of slickness which preceded the act of fucking.

There was not the slightest doubt in his mind that against her will, her pussy was becoming aroused and wanting to get fucked. And, in spite of the insecure, uptightness she obviously felt about a cock fucking into her, Sam rightly knew there was nothing the snooty little bitch could do about it! A woman's cunt was king when a tongue was in it!

Sally sobbed as she felt the tiny trickle of hot cunt juice beginning to gather deep inside her unwilling pussy, and slowly radiate out in all directions, into her legs and up as far as her heaving chest. Her huge naked tits jiggled back and forth as he fucked his hotly licking tongue up into her with increasing speed. She could feel the tiny pointed nipples becoming rock-hard and erect, despite the horror in her mind.

The seventy year old man's mouth and tongue lapped mercilessly up between her open thighs and he knew that her cunt's surrender was just around the corner and had to come soon. Already she had stopped smuggling and was moaning passively and submissively beneath him while he devoured her nakedly spread pussy below. She had to give in! No human female could take this kind of treatment forever without sooner or later screaming to be fucked!

"Ooooh, God! Don't! Please don't lick my pussy," she droned on helplessly even as she recognized that now there was nothing more that she could do. She lay in helpless, almost masochistic submission as great team of shame and humiliation welled up in her eyes. This is the end, her mind dazedly thought. After this, I can never hold my head up again.

Who would even have thought that she would ever be lowered to the point where she would lay whimpering and moaning while a seventy year old wild man slavered like an animal with his tongue fucking far up inside her hot defenseless cunt! She had never before realized that a lewd, obscene pussy-licking defilement like this was even possible and now, God, it was happening to her! He was reaming her cunt out like crazy!

Oh, God, where was her father? Why wasn't he here to help her? Her mind reeled again with the remembrance of the lewd scene back there in the swamp where she watched him fuck the girl. How could he moan in pleasure the way he did when he fucked that girl, knowing his own daughter was all alone with the other two wild men?

The old man felt her heavily running tears wash over his inner thighs as she thrashed her head back and forth between them and he smiled with grim satisfaction. This would teach the snotty stuck up little bitch not to go running around like she was better than everybody else. Putting down Sissy when she was no better than a slut herself! He'd teach her a thing or two and the fuck lessons were going to go on all night. And after that he'd take her back to the alligator skinnin' camp and keep her for his fuck and suck slave for as long as he damned well pleased.

Before the night was over he'd have her squirming her haughty little ass around like a heated bitch and begging for it. Maybe he would make her suck off Pete while he fucked his cock into her from behind. That would be one hell of a lesson. There was nothing he liked better than taking an innocent girl who thought she was hot shit and turning her into a wild-cunt swamp woman.

Giving her an extra deep fuck of his lashing tongue, Sam's eyes fell upon the tiny elastic circle of her asshole, nestled fearfully down between the smoothly curved moons of her ass-cheeks.

This should blow her uptight little skull, he told himself and withdrawing his tongue from her now visibly pulsating cunt, he sent it snaking viciously into the tight puckered little hole of her ass.

When his searing tongue circled the tightly closed rim of smooth hairless ass flesh, Sally's tits felt like they were going to swell up and pop. She clamped her teeth tightly together to deny him the pleasure of hearing her groan in pleasure. But a strangled half-groan, half-gasp came out anyway and her huge tits twitched and jerked as if an electric current had just been passed through her nipples by clamped on electrodes.

No! He was tonguing her asshole! It couldn't feel good!

"Oh, God, don't lick me there, I beg you, please don't!" she pleaded uselessly, straining in vain to tighten her inner muscles, and force the tip of his tongue back out. The only reaction from the man was a low obscene chuckle and another jab with his wetly curling tongue into the tight fleshy ring of her ass.

"Aaaaaaagghh," she groaned again, feeling a swell of erotic, forbidden sensation sweeping through her tits and cunt like a wave striking a rock. She sobbed helplessly, humiliated by the involuntary reaction of her hot pussy as his lewd unnatural acts assaulted upon her naked cunt. How she longed to be able to lay there coldly immobile, scorning him or having to resort to force and denying him the pleasure of arousing her by tongue-fucking her!

But instead, what little self-control she still possessed was gradually beginning to desert her. The old swamper's tongue slithered slowly, teasingly back, up to her now wildly throbbing cunt as his lips nibbled agonizingly on her clit. Her naked ass-cheeks jerked back up at his face instinctively and she found her hands clinging to his thick muscular thighs far support.

She gritted her teeth and fought back against the humiliation of his lewdly fucking tongue with all the strength left to her, struggling against the tiny spurts of hot cum juices up inside her cunt which threatened to devour her helpless body. Sam knew perfectly well what was happening. He redoubled his efforts, slavering his tongue hotly and slippery down between her wide spread thighs like a madman and covering the whole of her nakedly grinding pussy with the wide open cavern of his mouth.

Then, without conscious volition on her part, her helplessly aroused cunt began to jerk spasmodically, grinding hungrily up against his relentless cunt-splitting tongue instead of pulling away. Her hands roamed up and down his heavily straining legs. For one terrible, tormenting moment she experienced a wild temptation to open her mouth and lick up at his huge, lust-hardened cock, hanging only inches from her open mouth.

She remembered the feeling when that boy from the movie had spurted his hot cum into her clenching hand and the memory tempted her again. Slowly but surely, she was forgetting about her father, the isolation of the swamp, her hideous captivity. Nothing seemed to matter now but the lewd electric sparks racing up and down her desperately straining tits and rampaging through her erotically trembling cunt walls.

The man above her was alert to the signs of her virginal pussy's impending surrender and he flicked his tongue quickly in and out of the now hungrily accepting mouth of her cunt. The soft blonde pussy hairs surrounding the tongue-spread lips of her cunt were tickling his nose and the lust-inciting odor of her rapidly rising cum juices were beginning to drive him wild. She's all yours, Sam-boy, he gloated to himself. She's really turned on and ready to fuck now.

The naked, writhing girl, through the dull haze of her lewdly rising desire to be fucked, I thought that the maddening licking and sucking of her hotly flooding cunt was never going to end. Her naked ass bucked and squirmed helplessly beneath him as his hungry tongue fucked into her over and over again. Then, abruptly, he stopped, raising his head and turning his body around on top of it so that he looked directly down into her face. First he bent quickly and ground his cunt-slickened lips against hers so that she could taste the sweet orgasmic juices from her own hotly seeping pussy. Then he backed off, looking at her with a lewd sadistic grin.

"And now, little Miss… whatever your name is," he chortled, "I am going to fuck the livin' shit right out of your snooty pussy, so spread it wide, baby!"

"No!" she managed to respond, knowing that she had very little strength left in her after that wild tongue-fucking he had just subjected her to. Oh God, she didn't want to think about that! As she'd known would happen, he ignored her verbal refusal and bent over her prostrate body, clamping his teeth down over one nakedly throbbing nipple and biting her until she moaned in a combination of pain and intense pleasure.

"When I'm though with you, you're gonna beg for cock, just like Sissy does with all of us. You're gonna get down on your hands and knees and ask me to put my big thick dick anywhere I wanna put it: in your cunt, in your mouth, up your ass, anywhere!"

"Please," she stammered, determined to make one last effort. "You're too big! I'm a… a virgin. You'll split my cherry!"

Her words couldn't have been more poorly chosen.

His only response was an amused burst of laughter as he nudged her unwilling thighs further apart and kneeled between her legs, ready to fuck her.

Sally quivered, something perverse and evil deep inside of her now wanted this disgraceful fuck to happen to her! The wild tongue-fucking her hot little cunt had just received and some evil demon in her hot pussy urged her onward, fighting against all the moral training she had been taught. Her cunt and throbbing tits were her master now. This seventy year old gnarled swamp man had made her want cock where all before him had failed!

Fear didn't dominate her again until she saw the size of the hugely throbbing cock in his hand being guided forward towards her cringing little cunt hole. Then the fear took over and once again she began to whimper, anticipating the pain it would cause when he fucked it deep up into her unprotected cunt.

Using the thick rubbery head, of his cock, he parted the soft, hair-lined lips of her pussy. The girl beauty turned her head to one side, closing her eyes and no longer daring to watch what was going on. She held her breath, not even daring to breathe, knowing it was going to hurt up inside her pussy, but not knowing how much.

In school many of her friends had talked about what it was like to have a big hard cock pop your cherry, but Sally had always turned her back on those conversations. Now she wished she'd have listened more intently. Perhaps there was some pussy trick. Some way of keeping it from hurting terribly.

He fucked his cock forward slightly.

"Oooohhh, God!" she sobbed, feeling the painful pressure against the tight, clenched lips of the thin little cunt mouth.

Positioning himself on her with his powerful shoulder muscles, he fucked inward again. Christ, she's got a tight cunt, he grunted to himself, feeling the hard rubbery tip of his cock pop suddenly up into the narrow, cock-stretching passage.

"Aaaaaaaaggghhh! God!" It was in! It was her cherry that popped! "Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!"

"Real screamer, aren't ya," he gloated and wondered if by chance Sissy and that daddy of Sally's had gotten back and were watching him fuck the daughter. Too bad they can't see it, he thought, because he would have loved it if someone besides that demented Pete could see him fucking her. But wait until he got her back to the alligator camp. Boy, things would be different then!

The cock-impaled girl jibbered again and again from the pressure on her suddenly fucked-away hymen. The old swamper looked down on her pain contorted face. He was making the stuck-up little bitch yell, there was no doubt about that, and he was enjoying every minute of his cock embedded in the warm, wet tightness of her cunt.

Her high and mighty attitude would be fucked away forever when his cock finished with her and she would never be the same again. They never were when old Sam finished with them. Spread eagled below him she was writhing and panting, groaning and gasping for breath, reduced now to a helplessly quivering mass of fearful pain-wracked pussy and tit flesh and nothing more.

The old man grinned and fucked his cock up inside her cunt another inch or two, feeling the hot moist walls of her tightly clasped little pussy-hole yield unwillingly before the force of his driving hardness. There was no stopping him now and he flexed his ass muscles tightly and shoved himself home, burying his long thick cock in her to the hilt and pushing the hot cum-slickened flesh of her cunt before him in soft rippling waves of dominance. Them, with a heavy grunt, he had slammed it all the way up into her belly not stopping until his heavy, cum-filled balls slapped flatly up against the helplessly upturned cheeks of her ass.

"Oooooh, God!" she groaned beneath him in hopeless agony and pussy-splitting pleasure. It was a sensation unlike anything else she had ever felt before in her life. Her cunt felt as if it had been forced apart by something great and wonderful, hard, yet yielding, molding itself to the shape of her never-before fucked pussy. His long, hotly pulsing cock seemed to fill her cunt walls completely. She could feel every tiny ridge and indentation of it as it fucked itself snugly up inside her cock-stretched belly.

The huge man let his weight settle down on her, crushing her nakedly writhing ass-cheeks further down into the soft moss beneath the blanket and flattening her huge nipple-tipped tits back against her chest. He flexed his cock, tensing the head of it as hard as he could up inside her, curious to see what effect it would have on her cunt.

"Uuuuuugggh," she groaned in response, her beautiful face now twisted with the humiliation of lying widespread and servilely beneath him while another man watched his cock sink deep in her spread pussy-hole. She could hear his panting and knew he was still there. Opening her eyes just a slit, she looked up to see Pete's face leering dim-wittedly down at her. He'd leaned over slightly, just enough so that he didn't miss a stroke of the old man's fucking, all the while stroking his own long, hard cock.

"Like that?" Sam then asked mockingly, flexing it again to make her moan a second time. "You're gonna like it even better before I get through fuckin' it to ya. Flow does it feel to have a man's cock inside that cunt of yours?"

"Oh please," Sally cried out helplessly. "Don't do that anymore."

"Why? Does it feel too good for ya? Fraid it's gonna make your hot little pussy cum?"

Seeing that the last reserve of her resistance was almost broken, the old man began a slow gentle fucking motion in and out between her torturously stretched thighs. He could feel her tight cunt hole loosening up slightly with each successive stroke and he realized that he was moving more freely now.

Her pussy walls had instinctively begun to secrete more of the natural cunt juices that allowed his cock to fuck in and out more easily.

It won't take long now for her to blow her nuts, he assured himself as he fucked slowly in and out between her legs. He had started her off well by sucking her cunt until, in spite of herself, she had begun to enjoy it. And now, once the momentary soreness of having her cherry punched out had passed, he would have her love being fucked too.

For the seventy year old swamper, it was not enough just to fuck a girl, something almost any strong cocked guy should be able to do with mere force. What he really wanted was to transform this beauty who'd been so innocent until he got into her.

He wanted to see her squirming lustfully under him, her emotions reduced to a desperate, uncontrollable desire. He wanted to watch those big hot titties of hers swell up with sexual excitement until they threatened to explode cum out of her nipples. He wanted her long tapered legs locked hungrily up around his back, urging him to fuck her deeper. He wanted to hear her babble out words like fuck, cock and cunt when he emptied the cum from his balls deep up into her ravenous, cock-filled cunt.

He had known, somehow, the moment he had laid eyes on her, that there was a hot sensual streak hidden in her snooty little cunt just waiting for the right cock-touch to bring it roaring out. Then when he had first fucked his tongue up her involuntarily flowering cunt and felt the first slow pulsation's of excitement begin, he had known that he was on the right tract.

Now, it was merely a question of time before she snaked her legs up behind his back and screamed for his cock to fuck her big hot tits off.

The grizzly old swamp man stepped up the pace of his fucking slightly, raising himself up on his hands and knees and fucking almost straight down into her fur-rimed little cunt-hole so that the long hard shaft of his stone-hard cock would fuck directly across the tiny, sensation-filled tit of her clit.

She had stopped groaning in complaint now and he knew that the moment was approaching when he would have her fucking her hot little pussy back up around his cock with pleasure and admitting it.

Despite her almost total lack of experience with fucking, Sally's female instincts told her quite clearly what was happening. The battle going on here was psychological as well as physical. She knew she was losing badly in both her cunt and mind. This was going to be more than a mere rape of her pussy, and the girl knew that the old man would not be satisfied until he had fucked her emotionally as well. He wanted his cock in her brain, too!

And even now, she could feel her tortured mind and pussy dipping, no matter how much she tried to focus her thoughts on her hatred for him and the fact that he was rape-fucking her. There were lewd, licking little flames of desire spreading through her cunt-walls and tits and she could already see where she was headed… a wild, screaming cum-fuck! Unconditional surrender was on its way and the thought sent chills up and down her spine as the man's heavy, slippery pistoning cock fucked powerfully into her.

She commanded her body to lay still and stiff but her sensually tormented pussy was no longer obeying her. Her thighs began to twitch and jerk inward toward his cock and despite her firm resolution not to submit, she groaned incessantly as his mouth slavered over hers, her tongue making hot little return fucks into his panting mouth.

The pain in her cunt was gone now completely. Her body felt alive and on fire, filled with strange, masochistically disturbing sensations unlike anything she had ever known before in her life. The pale innocent face which had been wildly distorted by lines of pain a few minutes before were now contorting and grimacing instead with the growing passion of getting fucked out of her mind.

There was a moment of great tension as if she were teetering on the edge of a cliff and then she completely tumbled over the side! It was like falling or floating and the pain and fear down between her split pussy lips seemed to have passed. Uncontrolled abandon filled her long sleek legs and they jerked and quivered wildly out in the air on either side of his heavily fucking rod of cock flesh. Her eyes were gently closed as if she were sleeping, but her legs and cunt mouth were open wide in acceptance now and her tongue worked its way hotly, hungrily up into his mouth. Gone were the groans of discomfort. The sounds that spilled from her excitedly heaving chest were now whore-like cries of delight and intense pleasure from the lewd fuck she was receiving.

The old man sensed what was happening every step of the way and fucked into her like a madman to reduce her to a quivering mass of hotly screaming female flesh, subtly shifting the rhythm of his hard, piston-like strokes. He fucked into her now with long smooth thrusts, withdrawing his heavily pulsating cock out almost to the lips of her now hungrily flowering cunt on the backstroke. And then all the way to the depths of his balls on the forward stroke, fucking so far into her that the heavy sperm-filled balls slapped heavily and noisily into her nakedly spread asshole each time he fucked forward.

Her hotly budding cunt-mouth began to twitch and snap up at his cock more strenuously now as he fucked rhythmically into her. A light, fine sweat broke out over her skin. Her nostrils flared sensuously and low hums of submission and pleasure broke from her throat.

The swamp man crushed his chest onto hers, delighted as he felt himself supported by the twin cushions of her huge, splendidly formed tits, the two hard little nipples digging hotly into his skin. His hands now free for other work, he slipped them gently down over her soft smoothly working hips and cupped the firmly tensed cheeks of her grinding ass, taking one in each hand. The smoothly curved moons were flexing and moving sensuously now between his fingers. He pulled her open loins even closer up to him, opening the fuzz-fringed pussy-lips between her thighs and fucking her stretched cunt to greater and greater depths.

As he explored the mysteries up between her legs with his hands, one of his fingers passed lightly over the tiny, unprotected little pucker of her asshole, and a further thought occurred to his lust-driven mind.

Her tight little asshole was wonderfully soft and warm to the touch and he teased his fingertip over it two of three times, feeling her cunt jerk upward on his cock each time he touched the sensitive, hairless little ring of flesh. Then sliding his finger toward her frantically straining pussy and feeling the hardness of his cock fucking into her, he moistened it slightly in the wetness of her now hotly flowing cunt lips. He teased it down again to the rhythmically flexing lips of her asshole. Wetting his finger slightly with the moisture, he abruptly ground it inward. He caught her off-guard and wormed it into her asshole as far as the first knuckle. He felt the momentarily shocked sponginess tighten desperately round his finger.

"Ooooooh God!" she groaned out in protest, surprised by this new object fucking into her ass. But cries of shock and humiliation were music to the rough old seventy year olds ears. He wormed his finger into her more insistently, working it in as far as it would go and then rotating it around inside, widening and stretching the soft, rubbery interior of her protesting little asshole.

Another finger followed the first and once again he felt the resistance drop away from her. There was no strength left in her to fight him now and he felt the soft rubbery walls of her ass gradually flex outward and adjust to this depraved invasion.

He grinned to himself as he felt her tits swell and her cunt slowly begin to clench inward with pleasure to this twin fucking of her cunt and asshole. Double-fucked now, she began screwing her rectum all the way back down against the palm of his hand while her now ravenously locked little cunt-mound continued to fuck up and twist in slow uncontrolled hunger now around the long pole of his cock.

With the fingers of his other hand, he teasingly circled around the plunging hardness of his cock fucking deeply into her cunt and found the hard, pulsating tip of her desire-swollen clitty. Pinching it softly between his thumb and forefinger, he teased it back aid forth, bringing new cries of abandoned ecstasy to her lips. He fucked into her like a slave of old trying to please his mistress as he felt her cunt opening up to him now as fully and slippery as it would as if she wanted to swallow his cock and balls both up inside of her, to smother and drown him in the wetness of her womb.

He knew she was ready to cum like a wild gang-fucked nymphomaniac. The heavily sweating man increased his strokes up into her, fucking wildly into the tight little pussyhole between her thighs and worming his fingers farther and farther up into the hotly clutching depths of her ass.

Her desperately straining legs climbed higher on his back and she subconsciously spread them wider and used the muscles of her inner thighs to pull his cock into her cunt more deeply. The night was filled with grunts and cries, plus the rhythmic sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh created each time his long thick hardness fucked into the wide-split crevice of her hungrily sucking pussy.

She seemed to have become another woman, a different person entirely. Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching cum, her tongue swirling hotly up into his mouth. Her already huge tits seemed to double in size as the rock-hard little nipples bored into his chest like tiny spreading bullets.

"Ohhhhhh!" she was whimpering up around his hot mouth-fucking tongue, as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her tightly locked cunt begin to contract and expand fiercely around his mercilessly fucking cock. He quickened the stroke again wanting to make this a pussy-bursting cum she would remember for the rest of her life. One she would never forget!

Then he felt her nakedly jerking ass lurch momentarily out of control, the muscles in her cunt clawing and sucking at his insanely pistoning cock as if she wanted to crush it out of existence. She was panting like a runner at the end of a three mile race and suddenly he knew that his ball-popping cum was in sight for him, too.

And then suddenly, their cock and cunt exploded together, and it seemed for an instant as if they were both owners of the same body. Sally could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began and her legs seemed to shoot out into independent orgasms of their own. A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits. She felt his hotly jerking balls suddenly explode and begin to jerk down in the wide split crevice of her open buttocks and his pent up cum spew hotly out into her womb. Touching and filling her in places up inside her thirsty belly that she never dreamed could be reached.

A low, pagan-like groan escaped his lips as she screamed out her cum, and the two of them, the seventy year old swamp man and the ex-virgin, licked and ground their tongues into each other's saliva-filled mouths like animals in heat, their bodies jerking convulsively and nakedly against each other.

The spasm passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her milking pussy-well. Neither one of them moved as her cream filled cunt slowly relaxed and throbbed to an even tighter squeezing tightness around his deflating cock.

As the fog cleared from Sally's mind, she was left with a feeling of deep confusion. There was no doubt in her mind that she had been fucked good and proper and waves of shocked surprise that she had accepted it so whore-like swept uncontrollably over her.

A short time ago she had never seen this man, old enough to be her grandfather, before! Now he'd become the first man ever to fuck her! And strangely, instead of resisting him or at least trying to lie there coldly while he fucked his lewd cock up into her virginal cunt, she had acted like a slut and fucked wildly back. No better than that slut, the swamp girl she had seen sucking her father's cock.

A loud, lewd laugh startled her out of her reverie. Opening her eyes, she felt the heavy weight of Sam's gray haired chest lift from the huge tits and expose their sweating nakedness to the chilling night breeze.

"That's a fine, hot fuckin' pussy you got there, girl. Me an' the boys is gonna enjoy havin' it around for a while. Now, you get up and get your clothes on. I'm takin' yow back to the alligator skinnin' camp with me. Looks like that asshole, Pete, has already gone. That tide's slipped out so's we can walk it now. I know the trail well as my hand."

"B-But what about my f-father?" the girl stuttered as her modesty returned and she pressed her hands over her nakedly exposed tits trying vainly to hide them. "He won't know where to find us."

"Don't you worry none," he grinned a toothy grin. "The way he was fuckin' Sissy in the mouth back there in the swamp, I'm sure she already got him on the floor of the damp tent sucking his balls dry again. Now, you get up off that hot-to-fuck li'l, ass of yours and let's go."

He reached a hand down to help her and the girl looked up at him, her eyes glazing momentarily over in thought.

My God, what happened to me she wondered, feeling all the strength of her lithe body dissipate in an agonizing shrill of fear. It had been bad enough being raped by one man… the man who stared down at her now, offering a hand to help her to her feet. But then losing control of herself and fucking back at him like an aphrodisiac drugged whore like that, it was simply too much to believe! And now, now he was taking her back to his campsite for the others to fuck too. And her father, where was he now?

She gritted her teeth, trying to gather the strength to rise to her feet, but the fear of what was to came held her cemented to the ground. "Lemme give you a hand," grunted the dark silhouette above. And then strong arms were lifting her up off the ground.

Shakily she was on her feet again, her head throbbing from the moonshine churning in her stomach, her pussy and tits sore from the wild fuck he had given her. And now what was going to happen to her? She was being taken off to some place in the woods far away from the swamp and away from her father. What should she do? Was there any possibility of escape? The only good aspect of her situation was that at least the stupid, ugly-looking Pete had left and not demanded his turn at fucking her next.

Turning to look over her shoulder, she realized that there was nothing more she could do then. Her father deserting her had left her no choice what-so-ever. If she stayed here alone, God knows what other gang might come along and fuck her too.

CHAPTER FIVE

After Brad Grover had fucked the savage girl on the moss covered ground of the swamp, he had collapsed back on the ground and tried to rest for a moment. But seconds later, he again felt warm, wet lips and tongue licking hotly at his cock and balls down between his legs. He tried to concentrate on what she was doing and will himself to hardness again, but the wild fuck he'd just thrown into her hot little cunt had drained his balls dry.

There wasn't a milligram of cum left in them to inspire him further and he felt his mind drifting off into a deep relaxed sleep as the intensity of the swamp girl's sucking and licking on his cock and balls increased. He tried to fight it for a moment but it was a hopeless battle. A second later he was out cold to the world. It had been a long, hard day.

How long he had slept, he did not know, but when he awoke it was with a start. The silence was deafening and the girl was gone. He was alone!

Jesus Christ, his thoughts flickered through his mind like the wind. Where was everyone? What an idiot he had been to go off into the swamp alone to fuck that girl and leave Sally at the mercy of those other rugged looking swamp men back by the camper. There was no telling what they would do with his virginal daughter.

He rose quickly to his feet and started off back in the direction from which he thought he had come.

He had walked only a few feet, and with the moon at a different angle in the night sky, he knew he was close to lost. His loud shouts of hello brought no response from the starless night, his echoes resounding back to him in mocking whispers. He knew he could get back to the campsite where hopefully his daughter and their camper would be safe from the rough group of alligator skinners. She he began walking in the direction that he thought would lead through the woods that he thought he remembered passing on his way here. The swamp water had receded now and it was easier to move.

Twice, in the stillness of the night, he'd thought he'd heard his daughter calling to him. He would find her, he vowed. He wasn't going to let those men fuck her if he could help it. Finally, after losing direction to the darkness when the moon went behind a cloud, he came across a dirt path.

He had taken a few, dozen paces before he stopped and realized in the sudden glare of the moon that one set of foot prints was exceedingly small, about the same size as Sally's. Had something frightened her to make her leave the campsite? He quickened his pace and hoped with all his heart that the nondescript pathway led to where the swampers had obviously taken her. It had to be back to the camp that the one old man named Sam, had mentioned earlier.

To Sally, it seemed as if they'd walked for miles through the swamp before reaching the camp hidden in a clump of trees. Once there, the old man reached up to a branch behind the tent and pulled down a red metal object. A flick of a match, and Sally knew it was a camping lantern. He shoved open the tent flap with a weathered band and grunting, nodded for Sally to go inside.

She cautiously stepped through the doorway, feeling the moss-covered softness of the tent floor tease her toes. It felt good compared to the broken sticks and rough ground that had jutted and cut their way through to pierce her feet.

From one of the mattresses a dark shadow emerged, an ominous shadow approaching her. Sally gasped, letting out a muffled scream, and grabbed Sam by the arm. "Who is…"

"Don't worry, baby. That's Pete. Guess he decided to come home to wait his turn."

"Sure 'nough did," snorted the dim-witted man. "Got tired of watchin' you two fuckin' like a couple of rabbits in heat." His approach brought shivers to Sally's tender flesh. Already she could smell the moonshine on his breath.

"Now it's my turn to fuck her jes' like we agreed, Sam. You won lint, but I ain't got no competition this time." He drawled out his words in a monotone voice that made Sally's tits quiver.

Certainly the older man wouldn't let this half-wit get between her legs and fuck her or would he? She waited for a response from the seventy year old who'd just fucked away her cherry. None came except a low grunt of approval. He didn't even care!

Two powerful hands, accustomed to ripping away alligator skins, took hold of Sally's shoulders then. She moaned and twisted back from his ugly touch until she thought she'd go insane from the shame and humiliation of the horrible debasement she was going through at the hands of these callow swamp people. She could not bring herself to this final degradation they were demanding of her, to turn her into nothing more than a gang-fuck for all of them, even then it meant undergoing pain.

"Ooooh," she moaned as Pete's hands clenched at her arm, leading her to a mattress. She knew what would follow. He would fuck her!

"C'mon, honey," he prodded once more, his teeth glistening satanically between bared back lips. "Let ol' Pete fuck ya now like ya oughta be fucked. Now you just kneel down there with your I hot little ass up in the air."

"Oh, no, let me go!" her voice screeched shrilly, her eyes opening and closing at the mental torture of her hopeless position. He forced her down on her knees and Sally felt his weight press, down behind her on the mattress where she kneeled now, her blonde hair hanging in gold strands about her head. She felt the man's hands smoothing over the soft jean covered moons of her ass-cheeks that swayed gently in defeat in front of him.

The harsh metallic sound of a zipper being released echoed lewdly from behind her and then she felt his hotly throbbing cock poking lewdly against the cool skin of her back. A hand reached around to the front of her waistband and unzipped her jeans, pulling, them in one swift motion down to her knees. Another final jerk and they lay on the floor beside the mattress.

Sally lurched forward, but the swamper's hands seized her hips and pulled her naked ass back at him. His steadily stiffening cock felt hot and moist, already foaming cum at the tip.

"Damn, her naked ass feels good. Oooooh," Pete sighed with pleasure from behind her. "I'm gonna like juicin' this full of cum just fine."

Pete's hands held her arms so that she could not struggle, his knees muscling in between her tightly clenched legs, while he continued to force his anxiously jerking cock into the smooth, blonde fringed slit up between her round ass-cheeks. Sally strained with all her power to keep her thighs together, but it was totally useless.

"She ain't gonna give ya much trouble once ya get it up inside her hot pussy," she heard the old man mutter from somewhere in the room. "She loves cock."

How could he just stand there and let her get fucked like a female dog!

"Yeah, wait until Luke comes back," guffawed Sam. "Then we can all get a piece of the action with a triple-fuck!"

"Well, what d'ya thing of that?" Pete grinned lewdly, his cock throbbing up between her ass-cheeks behind.

Sally tried to stutter a reply, but none came. For a moment she wasn't sure what they were talking about when they said triple-fuck but when she opened her eyes to see Sam kneeling in front of her, unzip his pants and pull out his hardened cock, she knew instinctively it meant all of them fucking her at once! She attempted to break loose, but it was impossible. The long throbbing length of his gently bobbing cock leered obscenely at her around the small, hotly pulsing hole at the end. She felt a start within herself when she noticed that the seventy year olds red cock was growing, expanding larger before her very eyes! It too was foaming cum at the tip.

"Take it in your hand, baby," he commanded, his eyes growing to thin slits in lusty anticipation. "Squeeze it nice and gentle, go ahead, it ain't gonna spit on ya yet."

"I… I can't," she protested weakly, as he released one hand from her chin.

"Oh, yes you will! You done just fine back there at your daddy's camp. Fucked like a whore, like ya been fuckin' all yore life. Now come on and skin it back for me!"

The old man grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his huge blood-filled cock, skinning it back so that the entire length of the red-fleshed head was only partially visible. It popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from the helplessly kneeling girl's bulging eyes. Then the seventy year old's hands were at her lips forcing her mouth open and running the soft spongy flesh of his cock head lightly against her smooth white teeth. He was smearing a small amount of hot slippery pre cum over her lips and she could see down the full length of the thickly throbbing shaft.

In the lantern-lit tent, she could see that it must have been a full eight inches long. Just as big as she'd remembered it to be back there at her father's camp, when it waved tantalizingly in front of her face as the old man had licked her cunt. She hesitated for a moment, dizzy and filled with an indescribable shock at her first close-up glimpse of what had been fucking deep up inside her pussy and what would soon be fucking deep up inside her mouth.

She opened her mouth to protest, but as her cum-slickened lips parted, he fucked his cock forward between them, stretching them in a wide oval around his rigidly erect hardness. She could feel the huge bulbous head sliding slickly up the full length of her tongue, more of the tiny droplets of male pre-cum seeping hotly from it and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent cum taste.

Behind her, the girl could feel the half-wit press his own cock more insistently up between her raised ass-cheeks as she strained back in reaction to the old man's cock fucking her in the mouth. If she had turned around, she would have seen Pete's lopsided grin widen with each grunt the other man made, fucking his huge cock farther and farther up into her helplessly trapped mouth.

Pete reached down and pushed his pants down over his hips anti kicked them the rest of the way off onto the floor. He was in no real hurry to fuck her. He wanted to play and tease her first, get her hot for cock like when he watched Sam fucking her. He ran his hands across the white expanse of her back, then slid his fingers beneath her kneeling torso, allowing them to rove beneath her smoothly curving breasts that dangled heavily toward the mattress.

The dim-witted man tweaked and twisted the small pink buds and aureoles of her nipples until they were hard and erect. His fingers kneaded and squeezed at the round resilient tit flesh, puckering it teasingly beneath his cupped palms. Then he was circling his forefinger over the hardness at the tips, while the lower half of his body set up a slowly making motion up between her trembling asscheeks.

Then suddenly the door flew open.

Three heads raised at the sound of the booming laugh, sluicing through the barely lit room. "Well, if it ain't a party, and I didn't get no invite," He just stood watching it all, his mouth hanging open in a lewdly expectant grin as his two friends held the blonde girl, one with his lust-bloated cock fucking in and out between her ovally straining lips and the other grinding lewdly against her nakedly squirming ass-cheeks from behind while his hands massaged the huge roundness of her tits. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and brushed tantalizingly against the cum-bloated balls of the old man fucking her mouth while her naked ass attempted to clench together to repel the man behind her.

The girl could feel Pete's cock harden behind her, and jut between the narrow crevice of her legs toward the warmly moistening lips of her just-fucked cunt. She jerked her ass away from the relentlessly searching cock-head. But in this movement her thighs inadvertently clasped the crown of his hot prick, jerking on the thickly protruding shaft of maleness and seeming to incite it further. He groaned into her ear, removing his hands from her tits, and placing them on the round white half-moons of her ass cheeks, puffing the vainly resisting flesh open for his thrust into the narrow confines of her fuzz-fringed little cunt mouth. With another lurch of his pelvis, he was there, prodding just below her tight little cunt hole.

She could feel the blunt head of his cock pressing hotly at the moistness of her pussy lips and she clenched her ass-cheeks tight and jerked away once more. But he followed, thrusting his hotly pulsating prick up between her legs another quarter inch until she felt something give in her cunt. He was in, she thought, his monstrous red cock had wormed itself halfway up her tightly clasping pussy hole and there was no way of getting him out now. In fact, a hot savage cum-taste of the man's cock fucking her in the mouth was suddenly tasting so good, she wasn't sure she even wanted to.

God, his cock felt huge, even bigger than the old man's, and she wasn't sure that was even possible to take all of it up inside her hot cunt. Certainly he couldn't fuck any deeper, but when Pete fucked inward again, this time moving with greater ease, the underside of his cock sunk in slowly almost to his balls and sent flashes of momentary pain through Sally's helplessly straining pussy walls. Then he began fucking in and out.

In front ol' her, Sam continued to fuck his long cum-hardened cock in and out of her helpless mouth, setting up an obscene pace that matched the lewd fucking of Pete's hard rubbery cock screwing into her wet cunt from behind. The pressure in her cunt had passed now, and all Sally could feel was the same wonderful warm tingling sensation that had begun deep up inside her ravished pussy and radiated out through her now hotly trembling tits. The feeling was fantastic! She was being double-fucked!

Then, no, her mind said, denying the pleasure. No, two men's cocks can't feel that good fucking up inside a girls pussy and mouth together. But she was beginning to sense sudden cunt flaring lewdness building in her mind at the thought of being gang-fucked and she began sucking Sam's seventy year old cock to please. At this point, Sally rationalized away her pleasure, she would have done anything to get this lewd ordeal over with. They were just using her, she knew, and once it was over with and they were satisfied, they would leave her alone. Just as her own father had left her helpless back there at the camper.

Sally ran her tongue wetly around and around the warmly seeping head of the cum-inflated cock in her mouth, flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit at the end… She could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt any moment into a great foaming fountain of cum that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-ending all-engulfing tide. Oh, God, it was something she would never be able to forget. No longer did she fear them fucking her, it was too late for that now!

Then the fleeting thought crossed her mind. Perhaps if she were to fuck and suck all of their balls dry, prove her worth as a real cunt, then they would stop treating her like a helpless little girl to be humiliated and teased at their own pleasure.

To save herself this final humiliation, the degradation of knowing that she enjoyed being fucked in the mouth and pussy at the same time and giving back to them a moan of lust for each pulsing throb of their own she would show them she could fuck and suck too. That she was not just a helpless little girl. This would at least end it before the feelings that were now erupting in her naked belly became too great for her and drove her on to what she feared she had always wanted: lots of men to fuck her and make her feel strong. And to do that, she had to fuck like a hot whore now, they wanted her to suck cock, she would suck cock. They wanted her pussy fucking like an insane nymphomaniac. She would give them every ounce of hot fucks her hot little pussy had in it! If they really felt pleased, they would not throw her back out in the swamp to die with the alligators. That meant hung, reasoned the blonde as she began licking hungrily at the slit of Sam's cum-seeping cock. And staying alive meant having more cocks to fuck her later.

Her mind randomly on, the very hopelessness of her situation excusing the strangely pleasant sensations of being fucked, like fluttering moths into her mouth and pulsing on down into her hotly churning cunt.

The girls lips clasped more firmly around the rapidly pulsating rod of flesh, drawing it in and out to end the fear of not pleasing, sucking to bring the thick milky cum shooting out from it until she had drained his balls completely. The old swamper huffed and panted in steadily mounting lust, his spouting incoherent obscenities as she continued to suck and draw on his heavily throbbing cock. Her tongue swirling around the warmly moistening cap, darting to the underside of the head and flicking at the sensitive area just behind the bulbous cock-head, then pulling at the hotly throbbing prick with strong bobbing cheeks.

Behind Sam stood the third alligator skinner, Luke, his hands running methodically up and down over his own stiffened cock poking out obscenely from beneath the tough material of his pants. His vacant expression reflected the depravity of the scene being played out before him. His chin quivered in a lewd grin at his two buddies mouth and cunt fucking the fifteen rear old beauty.

"Fuck her, fuck her good! Damned no-good bitches! That's all women are."

As though driven by Luke's obscene incantations, Pete increased the force of his fucks into her tight little pussy hole from behind. His hands clasped and unclasped her smoothly gyrating ass-cheeks as he fucked his cum-bloated cock in and out of the hotly gripping mouth of her blonde-furred cunt. He could feel his balls slap tightly against her jerking thighs, her naked ass pressing smoothly against his belly and the walls of her cunt clasping around his hotly throbbing cock. The entire area of his loins was afire with a burning lust that bubbled up from the cum bloated sac of his balls and rippled through his prick into its rapidly fucking head.

Sally ground her ass back and forth around the fleshy hunk of his cock, her cunt sucking inward in time to its rhythmic fucking. It felt as though it had a pace-maker embedded in its throbbing head whose beat against her inner pussy walls was becoming a part of her very being. Oh God, the thought burst like a bombshell in her head. She was enjoying it! She was actually enjoying being fucked almost shitless by these two men!

She had decided to make them want to fuck her wild and it didn't matter that it was sex alone and not love that prompted that wanting. Now the lascivious passion up in her pussy that she had kept hidden inside for so many years had flamed out and was consuming her in its rush for its own desire to be fucked on and on. Her mind raced on as though she were standing back and watching the animal side of her nature take complete control of her shamelessly writhing body.

Sam, the old wizened seventy year old fucking her in the mouth, could hardly control his glee as he watched the girl giving in to the dim-wit Pete's fucking. And to think, he was the one who had fucked away her hot little cherry. The lesson he had given her had not been wasted. Sam's eyes flickered lewdly from her rapidly jerking ass up over the ivory motions of her wildly swaying tits to her hungry little mouth that eagerly clasped over his rock-hard prick. God, what a fuck she was, he thought proudly, and flexed his cock against the warm wet walls of her cheeks. She was going at it as though she had been sucking cock and fucking all her life.

Sam was proud to see how he'd broken the hot-cunted little bitch in. Christ, he'd been right again. Hot-cunt bitches didn't need music and candlelight, what they needed was a little pinch here and a kiss there, sometimes not so gently. Give 'em an excuse to fuck, and they would!

Then he watched almost in disbelief as the cock-stuffed blonde reached up and cradled the softness of his balls in her small hand, caressing the smooth flaccid folds in her gently kneading fingers, then tracing a warmly tingling path up the base of his insanely fucking prick.

"Mmmmmmm," her voice intoned through her cock-filled mouth. "Mmmmmm, good!"

The low mewls of pleasure that came sputtering from her mouth sent Pete fucking into her from behind, into an electric spasm of lust. He fucked forward with increasingly long hard thrusts. The head of his rigid cock striking against the bottom of her belly up inside at the end of each fuck, then pulling gradually backward in a slow withdrawing motion so that he could feel her tightly sucking cunt walls pulsating spasmodically around the entire length of his throbbing cock.

He could feel the tiny contracting muscles working inside her pussy nibbling hungrily at the hot, lust-inflated head. The dilated lips between her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down off the rod of heated cock flesh for several inches and then nibbled slowly back up, sucking his full throbbing cock length into her warm white belly.

He stayed immobile for an instant, letting his cockhead soak deep into her warm pussy juices, enjoying these final moments of stillness. Her lewdly slapping buttocks, fucked nakedly up and down and did all the work for him, his knees pressed tightly against her widespread legs. He let her quivering body pump up and down at will on his cum-hardened cock that fused them together.

"Ooooooohh, ooohhh, God," her voice grunted and trailed off into sputtering mewls of pleasure again. For each of Pete's hard fucking strokes into her cunt from behind, she thrust back on him with a reciprocal back fuck of her ass, her thighs quivering in a maddening rhythm of lust that kept time with the rapidly contracting pulse of her sucking pussy. "Oooooohh!"

Luke, wide-eyed now, had moved toward the tempting woman splayed out obscenely between the two swamp men, and now stood only inches away from the bed. He reached out and stroked one of her tits, tentatively at first as though he were making contact with a sacred object. Then, he touched again, squeezing more firmly at her erect nipples and running his long fingers over her desire-hardened nipples. He pressed both hands against the gently swaying resiliency as though he were kneading dough.

Luke gloated to himself with salacious satisfaction. Another bitch to fuck, that's all this one was too. "Fuck her, fuck her," he grunted in an obscene incantation. But his whine dissolved within the general din of rhythmic moans coming from the three figures who were too caught up in their fucking to even notice.

"Ooooohhh, that's it, baby, that's it, suck it, suck it," the old man crooned above Sally's bobbing head as the girl let herself go. His hands snaked around the sides of her ears, stroking at the soft blonde silkiness of her hair and pulling and teasing at the lobes of her ears. His lips jerked back and forth wildly before her now uninhibited sucking on his cock and balls. He moaned and muttered obscene filthy phrases at her, making her mouth-fuck him faster with his hands on her head.

The girls hot time continued on and on at both ends of her bent and sex-contorted body as the now sex-crazed Luke cupped and kneaded her hot jiggling breasts with a hard pressure that jerked her mind from the ceaseless fucking of her cunt and mouth. Something from a dark hidden part of her consciousness told her she was doing wrong, that she had gone against a promise she had made to herself earlier to reject her temptation for pleasure from the fucking she was receiving. But she had never conceived that it would be like this.

Her virginal little pussy and tits had never experience such a world of total sensation. She had never dreamed that there were parts of herself that might respond so passionately to the constant obscene double-fuck. The figures fucking into her now from front and back were no longer those of the two depraved alligator skinners, but had transformed themselves into lewd, hard cocked effigies whose only identity was the sound and feel of obscenely slapping flesh.

Whose cock was it fucking into her squirming cunt? Whose thick blood-engorged prick was fucking mercilessly into her warmly clasping and unclasping mouth? Was it Pete's or was it the old man's? Oh, she didn't know or care. But it felt good… so good. They wore fucking her and she was loving it. She was sucking on some man's cock and loving it as much as she had ever loved anything in her life. For a fleeting second she wasn't sure she ever wanted it to end.

Then suddenly, from behind her, she felt a deep tortured moan, then she sensed the giant prick fucking her cunt pulse out and grow even harder. His throbbing hardness fucked frantically into her warm expanding softness, pounding mercilessly into her. She could hear the harsh wet slap of his cum-swollen balls beating a lewd rhythm against the tightly snug crevice of her thighs below her cock-ravished pussy.

The lust-demented man began to go wild now with passion and delight at the same time. He twisted and turned her body beneath him like a limp ragdoll. He fucked into her with ever increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her naked and vulnerable tits hard into Luke's hungrily kneading hands, stretched across her breasts, and deeper up onto Sam's hotly fucking cock that continued its fucking into her mouth. His hands pinched and pulled at her naked jerking ass-cheeks as she twisted and squirmed to escape the pain-pleasure.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" her voice gurgled with each buffeting thrust of Pete's violently fucking cock deep into the farthest confines of her wildly writhing cunt. She could feel it jerking forward and tunneling its way inside as far as it would go to spurt its hot male cum deep inside her. Then she felt his tortured balls explode as the warm liquid of his pent-up cum bubbled up and overflowed out around his tightly sheathed cock. It flowed freely down between the widespread crevice of her ass as his emptying cock jerked frantically up into her hungrily sucking cunt.

Her legs kicked out helplessly sideways on either side of him and fell limply onto the mattress. Almost immediately, she felt Pete rise up and slide from the mattress, leaving her hot, aroused pussy totally unsatiated. God! What was the matter with her? She wanted more cock in her, as Sam continued pumping his long thick cock into her desperately fucking mouth. She just couldn't stand to be left there like that with that great gaping hunger whirling around deep up in her now cockless cunt! And suddenly her depraved prayers for cock were answered.

Another strangely tingling sensation whirled across the cum-soaked lips of her cunt, and she looked back to see Luke licking his tongue along her moistly glistening pussy slit. Her breathe exploded out along the ceaselessly moving ridges of Sam's cock, mewling into tiny grunts as the third alligator skinner began a sudden curling flicking of his tongue, fucking it up inside where Pete had already cum. A lewd tingle of delight swept through her when she realized that the guy was licking at her pussy where Pete, his buddy, had been cumming into it only moments before. She ground her naked ass backward affording him greater access to her openly split little cunt-hole.

Her cries were one long continuous groan now as he withdrew his lashing tongue suddenly from inside her slippery cum-flooded pussy walls and found her already hard and hotly throbbing clit and licked it. He ground his face farther up between her legs and began to suck and tease gleefully at the tiny sensation filled titty with his teeth while she writhed and churned her ass-cheeks around him in a lewd dance of hot-to-fuck desire.

Above, the seventy year old was approaching the final moment when he would gush out his cum into her hot little throat. He kept fucking farther and farther up into her mouth so that she could feel the hard rubbery tip of his cockhead slamming smoothly back against her throat. Her lips clasped desperately around the insanely pumping prick, her warmly swirling tongue fluttering in quick butterfly strokes beneath the blunt bulbous crown, as he fucked faster and faster into her face. His heavy, cum-laden balls smacked against her chin with each fuck, completing the obscene picture of the girl's total surrender to the lewd cunt licking and mouth-fucking.

She sucked harder and harder at the hotly throbbing prick, feeling the round rubbery head pulse and subside, pulse and subside, with each fucking thrust. She could tell he was about to cum by his heavy spasmodic breathing and the way he stiffened his groin in hard-muscled jerks arching forward on each stroke and leaving the warmly moistening head of his cock for a teasing instant nestled in the wet fullness of her mouth. Her saliva merged with the hot pre-cum that signaled his nearing orgasm. Suddenly she felt his stiffly burgeoning cock spewing its hot milky cum directly into her wide open mouth. The thin, quick spurts steamed from it in hotly gushing geyser-like explosions, filling her milking mouth to the brim and trickling from the corners of her mouth.

Sally gulped and swallowed, trying not to lose a drop of his cum-juices as her cheeks swelled and hollowed in a rapid attempt to keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock. Then, slowly the old man's spent prick began to soften, a few tiny rivulets of cum still seeping out from the large deflating head. With a deep gasp signaling his completion, the man withdrew his prick, and fell like a dead weight back on the mattress.

CHAPTER SIX

Luke, the third alligator skinner, heard the seventy year old man grunt out his cum into the girl's gulping mouth. Then, seeing his chance to fuck her, rolled her on her back and climbed up over Sally's body. He was droning out low groans and panting with delight now that he had been given complete access to her beautiful body. He had fucked Sissy earlier that evening, but hadn't been enough. As usual, she'd wanted a woman to lick her cunt instead of a man. That was not his objection, however. In fact, he rather liked fucking two women at once who had no inhibitions about licking each other's cunts in front of him. It was when she called him a pussy of a cunt sucker that he really got mad.

Rapidly and with no preliminary movements, he had pulled his pants down from his legs, exposing his giant red-fleshed cock to the shocked gaze of the girl who lay still unsatiated beneath him. In a moment of clarity, Sally had noticed the length of the enormous cock and winced at the size of the monstrous prick on this burly man.

Jesus! she thought in a daze. "It's bigger than the others!" she blurted out before thinking. But she grew suddenly silent as he began worming his hugely rigid cock across her still hotly streaming little pussy split, snaking it down toward her already twice fucked cunt hole.

While he ground his loins into the moistly clasping depths of her cunt, he lowered his head, putting his lips around one of her hardened nipples and sucking hard. The sensations of pleasure that now wracked her tits anti pussy were beyond anything she had ever imagined. The hot, fiery tingling in her cunt and the rippling electric impulses of pleasure racing from her huge naked titties seemed to merge in the middle and radiate outward in an ecstatic burst of pain-pleasure. It needed only a cock gorging its gigantic length and breadth of hot fiery flesh up between her legs to become complete. Nothing else mattered now, not pain, not principles, not humiliation… only that she get fucked by this man. She frantically ground her pussy around, searching obscenely for the monstrous prick that was going to fuck her good.

Suddenly the great bulging head found the warmly pulsating opening of her cunt. It jostled for a moment against the moist cum slickened edges fucking its way gently between them. With a flick of his buttocks and thighs, the swamper forced the blood engorged cockhead forcefully up into the throbbing lips of her hotly palpitating pussy, stretching the rubbery resisting cunt flesh almost to the bursting point.

Sally tossed her head from side to side and screamed out her climaxing passion.

"Aaaaarrrgghh," the gurgling and mewling sounds erupted from deep in her cum-coated throat.

It sank another inch up into her openly spread cunt as she struggled desperately to kick her legs free and momentarily escape the huge fucking cock. In her wild abandon of only a moment ago she had overestimated herself. The cock was really big! Bigger than Pete's and Sam's put together! It was stretching her cunt lips wide, sending pressure-pain through her body in pinpoint needles of electric sensation.

Luke moved up on his arms and fucked forward once more, sending burning fingers of momentary pain careening through her stretching cunt lips.

"Aaaaaaggghhh!" she bellowed again.

He pushed again, the huge cock forcing its cum-bloated head up inside her cunt another ha if inch.

"Oooooohh!"

The pussy-splitting pressure was making her whole body shudder now, but she did not try to stop it. She did not want this burly, grunting man to stop! She groaned, half in pain, half in pleasure, and her moans urged him on. He began jerking the head of his cock spasmodically in and out, wild obscene oaths of lust incited passion spouting from his throat.

She pulled back from him, splaying her legs wider apart and moaned a soul-searing moan, cupping her hands and locking her heels back behind his ass-cheeks in an unconscious gesture of encouragement. Suddenly he fucked into her tightly resisting cunt-hole, pushing great ripples of pink soft pussy flesh in rolling waves before it. Sally jerked convulsively as the huge rod of heated cock fucked deep into her belly, plunging now, heedless of any resistance.

"Oh God! Oh no!" she cried out, as the huge man fucked the entire length of his fleshy cock up to his balls within her cock-filled cunt. And then he was fucking into her, each thrust exciting her further and setting up a strange rhythmic pulse in her ass-cheeks that ground lewdly up from the mattress to receive him.

"Oh, oh, oh! Fuck me, yes, that feels good, oh, so good," she crooned, increasing the rotations of her smoothly gyrating ass and moving one hand down around underneath her upturned cunt to the huge bloated balls that slapped vigorously into the widespread crevice of her ass-cheeks below.

She could feel her cunt-lips flower outward, moistening warmly around the rapidly fucking cock-shaft, then contracting over its hardness in a hot clasping grip. The hard turgid head burrowing and fucking deeper until it seemed as though it would split through her lungs and come out of her mouth.

And Sally hoped it would! Yes, she was totally filled now, and pleasing this man. He had fucked his monstrous prick deep, deep into her wide stretched little cunt hole and had begun long, screwing strokes as though his entire body had been transformed into an obscene fucking machine.

"Oh, God, don't stop! Oh, fuck! Cock! Cunt! Don't stop! Fuck it!" she grunted in depraved delight into the man's lust straining face, sensing at the same time the pile-driving prick fucking into her throbbing cunt expanding almost to the ultimate degree.

Hot, wet, smacking sounds resounded throughout the room with each lunging fuck he made into her and blended with the tempo of the heaving gasps that came from both the beautiful girl and the lust-contorted man. The girl's mouth opened and closed ceaselessly. Her nostrils flared in untamed desire that had taken an animal-like grip on her tits and pussy.

Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her disheveled long blonde hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment and the swamp man fucked her hot grinding cunt like a lunatic.

"Oh, fuck it! Oh, God yes! Fuck it like that!" she swooned as he slithered his strong sinewy hands under the nakedly pumping flesh of her ass-cheeks and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed so that he could press his cum-filled balls even closer up between her cum-slickened ass-cheeks.

The constant fucking that Pete and Sam had given her before the third swam per's entry had already brought her pussy to an ecstatic crescendo of cuming. Luke's wild fucking of her already cock-ravaged body served as the final attack. No longer was there the tiniest shred of inner struggle or reserve within her mind. She had become reduced to a savage level of lust-ridden desire to be fucked. Her only thought a kind of lewdly glimmering image of all the cocks that had fucked her pussy and mouth during the past few hours.

Her own insatiably pulsating pussy and lips receiving them all, lapping up their white spurts of cum like a hungrily starving kitten with cram. Cocks, she thought. My cunt, it feels so good with one fucking it. It feels so Goddamn good! The lewd words came like a rush of flame through her mind. I wonder what I would have done if I hadn't had this third guy to fuck me when the other two couldn't anymore? It is a hot cock, so thick and round, and yes, that cunt of mine, it seems to be all of me.

Her body was slippery from the sweat of the crazed gyrations of her ravenously working body, and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth, her long blonde hair spilling wildly onto the mattress and slashing across her passion-contorted face, increasing the savage picture of her final ravishment. Or would it be her final ravishment?

She could feel herself close to cumming. She jerked her desperately straining thighs up higher and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her nakedly grinding ass in ecstatic abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his fucking and hotly growing cock.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, God!" she suddenly squealed with a high-pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a vise-like grip behind his laboring back. Her cunt fucked hard and she held tight to the rapidly gyrating flesh of the man's ass, not moving but with her pussy walls quivering and jerking around him in a crazed, pulsating rhythm. The hotly exploding pressure spewed her orgasmic juices wildly out around his still heavily fucking cock. On down the wide-split crevice of her ass almost drowning his balls in the warm white juices as they slapped moistly down against her tiny puckered asshole.

The third alligator skinner's face twisted into an unrecognizable mass of lust incited flesh. He gripped the cheeks of her spasmodically undulating ass, and squeezed with crushing strength; his long fingers feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began stuttering from her throat.

"G-g-god, oh, oh," she lurched, a grin of ecstasy torturing her lips. He increased the speed of his deep-cunt fucking strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the hot pink hole of her gushing cunt. His huge steaming hardness dipped down into the far hidden recesses of her wildly exploding belly.

He too, sensed his own cum building and suddenly felt the hot streams of milky white cream bursting up from his balls and flooding in long bursts from the huge head of his cock. It spurted out hot white cum-juice deep up into the warmly sucking depths of her devouring pussy.

For a moment they lay still, then the alligator skinner slid like a satiated child from her naked, spread body, slipping from the mattress onto the floor as though she were too hot to touch.

Sally lay there half conscious, her nostrils flaring from the heady scent of male and female cum juices which, together with the dankness of the moss-floored tent, made her head spin in confusion. She visualized, behind half-closed eyes, the swamp, the campfire, the camper truck, and all that had happened to her. Her body felt limp as a ragdoll. But even in its weakness, she felt her cum-flooded little cunt mouth undulating in small, barely noticeable circles, hungry again to be filled and fucked into a pussy-bursting cum.

Intuitively, Brad Grover knew his daughter would be outraged by his abrupt departure from the camp. God, he'd be angry too if she'd just up and left with some stranger and didn't come back. And worse still, the sickening thought jelled in his mind, what it she had followed them out into the swamp and seen he and Sissy fucking like a couple of rabbits out there on the moss covered ground. Shit, everything was going wrong… everything!

The whole situation was a mess. Sally was his daughter according to law, but in another sense she wasn't. To him, the girl represented a woman in need of a lot of affection, perhaps even more than one man alone could give. He'd tried to make her feel secure on this trip, but then that hot little cunt Sissy, had come along. What could he do? Ignore her when she started grinding her pussy into his belly? And Sally, had she left the campsite? If not, why couldn't he see the fire from the cliff?

This dirt path had to lead somewhere and he wouldn't stop his search until he found her.

On a nearby path, Sissy rubbed her shoulders with her hands, trying to warm her skin. Well, the camp's not far from here, she judged, noticing the dark shadow of the tent nestled in a grove of cypress trees. But it was far enough away from the main path to be out of sight from it. She quickened her pace to a quick, steady walk.

That shithead, Luke, she mumbled to herself, as she dug her feet into the wet soil. The swelling bruise on her right thigh was beginning to throb now. He fucked her good all right, but he always got so violent about it. Like hitting her when she told him she'd rather be naked with a woman who at least knew how to lick another woman's pussy right. Boy, that really made him mad as hell!

But it was true! There was nothing like another female who knew how to caress, to touch, to satisfy. Oh that guy from New Orleans…

Brad… was his name? He was a pretty good fuck, gentle at least.

A pinpoint of light shining through the flap of the tent told her someone was home. Well, thank God! Maybe old Sam or even that nit-wit Pete. At least then she knew that if Luke got rough with her, she'd have some hard muscles to defend her. Living in the middle of the woods with three men hadn't been living the life of Riley, that's for sure, she snickered to herself. Oh, sure, there was plenty of cock, and God knows no housekeeping to speak of, but there hadn't been any girls whose pussies she could tongue-fuck either.

Around the moss covered path to the tent, Sissy unlaced her black leather ankle-high shoes and pounded them against the tree trunk to shake off the clumps of swamp mud clinging to the heels. Carelessly, she threw them aside, took a deep breath to prepare herself for the ass-chewing she'd expected and slipped through the tent flap.

In a few seconds her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she tiptoed over to the lantern that was turned low, its dim light sending a haze of yellow light onto a pile of bodies. With a snicker, Sissy picked it up and held it in the direction of the far corner where old Sam lay in a naked heap not far from Pete. Any empty moonshine bottle separated their exhausted bodies.

Must have been one hell of a night, mused Sissy silently. Either they got deliriously drunk, or fucked their brains out, she reasoned. There isn't anything else that can make you pass out stone cold. Then it hit her. Fuck? Who?

She moved the lantern in her hand slightly to the left. Ah, ha! grunted the light haired girl. Now I see! They fucked her! They sure 'nough did. There on the tattered mattress that had witnessed many a night of three and four way fucking, drinking in the staining love juices of lust, lay Sally, legs limply spread. Her pussy mound still glistening with cum in the yellow light and she moved her naked pussy around in slow undulations as if trying to suck in the odors of cum that still lingered in the air.

Jesus, she's a beautiful little cunt! Sissy whispered, kneeling down by the mattress for a closer view. She watched with saucered eyes as the half-conscious blonde girl's fingers gently stroked the hairy thigh of Luke, who lay breathing heavily next to her. Thin strands of cum still clung to his limp, satiated cock.

Well, fuck him! thought Sissy. He can't satisfy me, but he can fuck this blonde bitch crazy. I told him he was a sissy of a cunt sucker and now I'm gonna prove him right.

Quickly then, the eighteen year old swamp girl pulled her cotton tee shirt over her head and unzipped her short skirt. Turning off the lantern, she knelt down beside Sally and let her fingers gently move down over the naked belly of the half conscious girl and tease hotly at the lips of her cunt.

Sally, startled by the touch of alien hands, spasmed for a moment before a relaxed smile crossed her face. A shudder ran through her body as she felt a hand slip behind her head to pull the strand of blonde hair free from her eyes. It seemed then that the hands were all over her nakedness.

Gently caressing and touching her, arousing her, nipping at her nipples, sliding over her belly and whispering lovingly over her pussy. The hands now heated by Sally's sweat-warmed flesh, sent renewed flashes of arousal through her slowly re-awakening body. Sissy let her tongue lick out and touch the girl's belly.

The suddenly hot, wet contact awakened Sally to consciousness, but in the darkness, she had no idea who it was. But it no longer mattered. The touch on her pussy was all that was important.

Sally could feel tips of unseen fingers expertly caress her cunt, feeling unerringly for her clit and exciting it, tickling it into vibrant life.

Hot, sensual feelings mounted though her openly spread cunt and her mind drifted as she felt someone's tongue on her lips, and fingers on her clitty. Despite her fatigue, the girl's body began to move and she remembered something from a dream. A woman arousing and kissing her naked pussy, a woman tonguing her pussy in a gentle, caring way.

These hands, Sally realized, were small and soft. Not callused and tough like those of the men who'd tugged and pulled at her flesh all night. Unlike the experience with Sam and Luke and Pete, this was raw sensual sex yet in a gentle manner. There was no pain, no demands to fuck a huge cock up inside her belly, nothing but pure sensuous pleasure.

Sally let her legs splay wide apart and felt the strange hands caress her cunt until it was moist and hot. Now a soft body was on top of her, and Sally could feel soft, feminine hair, very long hair, fall over her shoulders onto the mattress beside her. In a flicker of consciousness, she realized this could not be any one of the three men who, the last time she raised her head to look, lay unconscious on the floor. Sally's tongue idly flicked out and licked back at the tongue spearing into her mouth. The lips were soft and warm like another girl's, not chapped and rough.

Touch for touch, Sally's moving nakedness matched the strokes of the person on top of her, loving the softness of the tender touches that made her head swirl in a sensual lust she'd never known before. Tongues licked while Sissy reached down and slid a middle finger all the way up into Sally's cum-slickened cunt. Spasmodically, Sally edged her fingers between herself and the unseen figure on top of her, caressing the naked flesh of this person who was bringing such ecstasy to her.

Her hand touched, then stopped, as two huge, voluptuous titties oozed between her fingers. A woman! Her mind reeled! I'm touching another woman's tits!

Alert to the girl's acknowledgment, the swamp girl wasted no time in expertly fucking her fingers in and out of the girl's cunt. She had her hot little pussy now! Sally was writhing and groaning beneath her.

"Sally," whispered Sissy, hotly licking into her lover's ear with her hot tongue. "Sally, I want you to change places with me. I want to lie back and let you lick my hot pussy."

No response came, except for more wild movements of the girl's cunt against her finger.

Damn! thought Sissy. I want this little girl to suck my cunt so Luke can watch. I want him to see what it means to have a tender pussy-licking from someone who knows how to please without getting violent about it.

With expert ministrations, Sissy began licking down the reclining blonde's belly, finally burying her face in her curling pussy hairs and seeing, in the dim light, Sally's cunt open and twitching convulsively, begging to be tonguefucked as it glistened with excitement. It looked to her as if it were another independent part of her body. Sissy's tongue flicked out and slowly licked around the other girl's hotly swollen cunt lips while Sissy herself moaned with desire. Unconsciously, Sally thrust her cunt up and split her legs wide open.

Perhaps it was because she could not see her lover that made her more accepting of the new experience. The three men who had fucked her had been so rough and sudden, but this experience was slow, gentle, convincing.

And so, when Sissy whispered again, "Sally, I want you to change places with me and put your tongue in my hoc pussy. It's dying to be licked and to be coming," she weakly raised up on one elbow and struggled to change places with the light haired swamp girl. "Make me cum, please," begged Sissy in passing, as she brushed past Sally down onto the mattress, close enough to Luke to have nudged him awake. She wanted him to wake up and watch her getting her cunt licked.

Sissy knew that the girl was already broken and lost, but she also felt that any lover's action must be of Sally's own volition.

"Sally, suck my pussy. Make me cum!" muttered Sissy to spur her on. She smiled to herself when she felt the blonde's unhesitant tongue lick out to touch her quivering belly, then run spine shivering trails down to her already openly seeping cunt.

The touch of the warm, soft flesh of the woman below her against her tongue sent thrills of lust surging though Sally. Eyes open now, she recognized the angelic face of Sissy. The hatred and jealousy she'd felt while watching Sissy sucking her father's cock in the swamp lifted to become a feeling of compassion.

Sissy was truly beautiful. No wonder her dad couldn't resist her. The remembrance of their lewd embrace that had earlier been so repugnant to Sally transformed into a shared closeness. She wanted to be close to the woman who'd sucked her father's cock.

Suddenly, the thought of tasting the warm, flowing juices from Sissy's cunt made Sally wild with passion, and the older girl's pleading wasn't so necessary.

A smile crossed over Sissy's softly glowing face when she felt Sally's quick response to her request, and she lay back on the mattress as Sally's tongue worked hungrily into the softly pulsing lips of her cunt.

Sucking in the tiny nerve end, the blonde nipped at Sissy's hardened clitoris with her teeth, bringing cries of pleasure from deep within. Sissy's throat. Sally worked on her nakedly spread pussy like there was nothing else in the world. She ran her tongue down the pink flesh to the tight little mouth of Sissy's cunt. She probed around the slippery flesh to tease the hotly writhing girl above. The newly experienced taste and feel of Sissy's pussy was driving her crazy with lust. She secretly wished somebody would fuck up into her own waiting and ignored cunt. Sissy's tongue had started those thrills again.

A cock! What Sally needed, she realized, was a cock to fuck her from behind. A hotly throbbing man's cock to fuck her crazy from behind while she tongue-fucked the nakedly writhing girl to cumming in front of her.

It was then her father stumbled on the alligator-skinners' camp and he pulled open the tent flap and peered in. For a moment a shock of terror surged his brain. Bodies were lying on the earthen floor, sprawled out and unmoving. Murder! The word flashed in his mind. Then the moaning sound of a body came from the far corner of the room. Cautiously stepping over the bodies of two men, Brad knelt down near the mattress.

Holy God! he gasped in disbelief as he stared into the white writhing ass-cheeks of a naked woman. No, this was no murder. Orgy was more the case. "Hello," he whispered, reaching out to touch the naked flesh.

Sally spasmed in surprise but did not lift her lips from Sissy's writhing pussy. Thinking it must be one of the alligator skinners, she spread her knees wide apart to expose her hotly throbbing little pussy-hole to whoever it was who had touched her, then wiggled her naked ass-cheeks seductively in hope of bringing a cunt-fucking response from whose ever cock it was. Her father watched in lascivious delight. This was too good to be true! The most he'd hoped for was a place to lie down and warm up. A wild fucking orgy? Shit!

He wasted no time unzipping his pants and pulling off his boots that dropped in a dull thud to the tent floor. Crawling onto the mattress, Sally's father raised up on his knees like a rearing bull ready to mount its mate. His cock was hard already from watching the female ass cheeks writhing around in hot little fuck-inviting circles. And when he'd leaned over to the side to see the angelic face of Sissy lying there with her beautiful red mouth gaping open in lust from getting her cunt licked, it hadn't taken any more provocation. Stroking his hardening cock with his trembling fingers, Sally's father assessed the situation. He had no idea who it was who was licking Sissy's cunt, probably another swamp girl, but, in fact, he didn't really care.

His daughter moaned as she felt the pressure of the thick head of a large cock pressing up between her wide-split pussy lips. Oooh, someone was answering her prayers for a big hard cock to fuck her while she sucked this beautiful woman's cunt beneath her. She expected to have her pussy fondled by a gentle hand, but instead she felt immediate pressure of the thickly throbbing head of a cock. She couldn't contain her curiosity. Was it the old man's or Luke's or Pete's? She lifted her head from sissy's pussy for a moment to look back between her legs. She saw the heavy cum-filled twin sacs of his balls swinging beneath a hugely erect prick and the man was slipping the smooth rubbery head of it up into the hotly pulsing folds of her blonde-fringed pussy.

As she turned her head, her long blonde hair swept over the mattress.

"Sally!" burst out her father. "My God, Sally!" he gasped with a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity.

"Oh, Daddy! Daddy, I need a cock bad! Fuck me, Daddy!"

Jesus Christ, what a helluva way to start a camping trip, fucking your own daughter!

"Jesus, honey… you really think I ought to fuck you?"

"Please," she whined in a low moan. "Oh Lord, please fuck me Daddy!" Instinctively, Sally reached back between her legs to guide her father's heavily throbbing cock into her cunt, and wrapping her fingers around it, she returned to the tongue-fucking of Sissy's pussy while working the hard column of lust-heated cock flesh up and down into the tight little opening of her now hotly seeping cunt. When she had it positioned at the thin little split of her pussy, her father suddenly grunted aloud and fucked hard forward and the large swollen head of it fucked into her moist, open cunt.

"Mmmm mmmmmmm!" the girl moaned deep in her throat, the vibration of her mouth stimulating Sissy's pussy beneath her tongue. The huge prick was anxiously fucking deeper and deeper up into her cunt, and Sally ground her naked ass-cheeks backward. What more could she ask for, having her father fuck her cunt while she sucked another girl's pussy for the first time? A pussy her own daddy had fucked to cumming not long ago. It was all too wonderful to believe.

But her father didn't start fucking in and out immediately, but held his cock halfway up inside her pussy while he spread the smooth white cheeks of her ass with his hands. Sally was beginning to wonder what her father was planning when she felt his finger push up into the tight, restricting little ring of her ass hole. He pushed it inside the warm rubbery tunnel so quickly that Sally felt a quick little pain, but she didn't cry out because it would have meant lifting her mouth from Sissy's deliciously writhing cunt.

Her father worked his finger deep inside the tight rubbery hole until Sally felt suddenly the palm of his hand smack against the nakedly upturned cheeks of her ass, and he seemed to be working his finger to purposely stretch the rubber flesh of her tight little ass. His cock jerked several times in her cunt, and Sally wished he would begin to fuck in and out of her already hotly steaming pussy hole. But her dad seemed to be intent on working his finger in her rectum, as he added another finger to the one already inside. He seemed to be preparing her for something else, some other kind of fuck, and Sally wondered what that could possibly be.

As the tempo of her father's fingers working deep around up inside her asshole increased, Sally was at the same time fucking her tongue far up into the tight little opening of her girl lover's cunt. Sissy was completely abandoned and writhing on the mattress, completely oblivious to anything except for the pleasure the er girl was giving her. She reached out with her hands to lock Sally's head tighter to her burning cunt.

Then Sally reached back between her legs for the cum-filled balls that hung freely beneath her father's big cock, and finding them, wrapped her fingers around the twin sacs to massage and tease them. She wanted him to hurry up and fuck her. What was he doing anyway? Secretly, she was anxious to see just how good a fuck her father was compared to the other three.

When his daughter's fingers started massaging the balls, the sensation became so great then that Brad couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his fingers from the hotly sucking depths of her tight, virginal little asshole. This was his dream come true, and he wanted this fuck to be good for her. Already he could tell she wasn't a virgin. What had happened tonight back there at the camper truck was a mystery to him, including how his daughter ended up in a tent far away, when the last time he'd seen her was at their campsite. There would be time to solve that mystery later. Right now he had bigger things on his mind.

With his daughter's tight little asshole loosened up by his finger fucking, he figured she was ready to take his far larger cock. He pulled the cunt-slickened shaft from her reluctant pussy. Holding his erect cock with one hand, he spread her naked ass-cheeks wide with the other. He moved up closer between her thighs until the thick head of his cock was just an inch or so from the tiny puckered lips of her anus. Then pushing his hips forward, he worked the blunt head into the tight elastic little ring of asshole flesh. At first he fucked inward easy, but when he realized that it was too tight, he shoved harder to fuck it in with greater force.

Jesus, but my daughter's got a beautiful curved little ass, admired her father. And she told me she had never been fucked! Either she's a liar or this has been one hell of a night for her!

The accumulated lubrication and cum in Sally's I cunt from a night of steadily getting fucked made it easy for her father's cock to slip into the tightly restricting ass ring. With one heavy fuck forward, the thin little elastic circle stretched out wider, popping open momentarily to allow him entry, and then snapped tightly shut again up around the thick, swollen head of his cock.

"Aaaaawwwwhhhggg!" The girl was startled by the tremendous unexpected thrust into her as her father's hugely throbbing cock popped lewdly up inside her asshole. She couldn't help crying out, but the sound was muffled by Sissy's pussy locked hotly around her face. Sally nearly bit down on the tender cunt flesh in her mouth to stop the sudden pain, but she knew that might hurt Sissy.

Her tight little asshole was stretched wide by the unnatural entry, and the pressure seemed to flash all the way up into the tips of her tits for just a moment and Sally thought she was going to have a bowel movement. The momentary pain lapsed into a mixed feeling of pleasure-pain, and she tried desperately to concentrate on the pleasure part of it while at the same time trying to hold back any further fucking into her violated ass by tightly clenching her ass-cheeks together.

"Damn, it's so tight, hon!" her father grunted, and he wanted to fuck the whole length of his cock up into her hot little ass. He fucked forward again, making his prick sink in another inch.

"Ooooooh! Uuggghh! Nooooo!" his daughter protested, not knowing that once the muscles relax the pain dissipates, leaving only a fantastically whole cunt and asshole-filled sensation. She lifted her head from Sissy's pussy in protest to the hard, deep ass-fucking her father was giving her. But she was held tightly down, by his strong arms, and she realized then that her fate was sealed.

She was going to get fucked in the ass! Sissy was in such a state of ecstasy that she was totally unaware of what was happening to her new found female lover. She hungrily grabbed Sally's head with her hands to force her to go back to licking her hotly burning cunt. Without protest, Sally licked her tongue around Sissy's hard-nippled clit and was gratified by a sharp jerk from the spasming girl's cunt below.

Meanwhile, to her father, the idea of fucking his own daughter in the ass while she licked the girl's cunt he had fucked a few hours ago, tasting his own cum in her sweet mouth, nearly drove him crazy. He wanted with all his heart to shoot out his hot own and feel his throbbing cock all the way up inside his squirming daughter's tight little ass-hole. He fucked hard forward with all his strength. His cock slithered quickly up between her tightly clenched ass-cheeks. His groin slammed into her wavering butt with a loud, flat smacking sound as his hard fleshy cock fucked to its full length up inside her tight, rubbery-walled ass-hole. "Aaaaaggghhhh!" his daughter screamed in sudden shock. Her face was ground harder against Sissy's hot pussy as the cock fucked into her like a pile-driver from behind. She couldn't believe that it was possible to get fucked by a whole big cock in the ass. And to think it was her own father who was fucking her ass. God, he had to have fucked the whole thing up inside her belly by now, certainly there couldn't be much left before he reached his balls.

"Sonofabitch!" her father yelled as he realized that his cock was totally fucked inside his daughter's hot little asshole. And hot it was. Hotter than any other woman's he had ever fucked. Her ass flesh was tight and stretched out wide around the thick base of his cock, and he flexed it several times deep inside just to get Sally to respond. And gradually then, the girl's moans between Sissy's thighs became more like cries of pleasure, and it relieved his aching conscience a bit. He wanted so badly for this to be a good fuck for her.

Moving his hips back very slowly, he withdrew his long throbbing cock from the tightly constricting little hole between her asscheeks until only the head of it remained inside. Her whole body seemed to move back with his withdrawal like it was being controlled from his prick. He then slowly fucked his cock all the way back up inside the tight rubbery hole until the head was sunk deep within her hotly trembling ass.

On the second withdrawal and then long lunging inward fuck on his cock, Sally didn't feel the pressure in her bowels return. But instead a new, pleasurable sensation ran up the length of her spine to her brain. As his cock reached to its full depths in her tightly gripping ass, she could feel the tickle of his cock hairs against the sensitive little pucker of her anus. She raised her hips up slightly to get him deeper and feel the full sensation in her cunt and asshole.

As she lifted her hips up, her father began to withdraw his cock again, and she knew then that he was going to start the rhythm of fucking, only this time it felt better to her. At first she hadn't been sure she would like being fucked in the ass like this, but her hopes were rising with each new inward splitting of her asshole. She became more and more excited as her father's cock then began fucking rhythmically in and out of her rectum and her attention returned to the swamp girl's deliciously grinding cunt.

She fucked her tongue in the wet depths of her cunt in the same rhythm as her father's cock fucking her in the ass, and Sissy squirmed her pussy upward in answer to the pleasure. Sally still had one hand free, so she reached back under her heavily swaying tits to her cunt, and finding it moist and hot, she fucked two fingers up into the steaming cunt hole.

Then she was pleasantly surprised to feel with her own fingertips the hardness of her father's cock through the thin wall dividing her cunt and asshole. It made it more pleasurable for her to fuck her fingers up into her pussy, and she wanted her daddy to keep fucking her in the ass forever. This was the best fuck she'd had yet! She wanted to feel her father's hot sticky cum splashing around deep up inside her bowels like an enema.

That was all that mattered in life now, thought the girl through her passion crazed mind. This had to be the greatest pleasure on earth, getting fucked in the ass and fingering her own pussy while she licked another girl's cunt, and to think it was her own dad who was causing it!

As her father's fucking pleased Sally more, making her fuck her naked ass-cheeks back at him, so too did Sissy fuck her cunt up into Sally's face. Sissy's cum was near and she knew it. Sally's licking up inside her pussy walls became more and more furious, and the swamp girl felt like her huge tits were ready to explode. She opened her eyes for a moment to see that the other girl's father was staring down with lust-glazed eyes at Sally's hungrily grinding ass.

She remembered how she had sucked cock back there in the trees, and was happy that Sally too could experience the wonderful hardness of her own father's cock! What a beautiful thing it is, Sissy's mind whirled as she ground her cunt into Sally's face, to be able to share a man. Not like that asshole Luke, who got uptight every time she mentioned licking a woman's pussy. If only he had a pussy and knew what heaven it was.

Her father stared down at his daughter's grinding butt-flesh as he fucked his excited cock harder and harder into the depths of her hotly clenching little asshole. Her wide stretched ass seemed to suck and nibble at his cock as he withdrew it from her belly. The elastic-like inner flesh surrounding his thick cock, rolling in and out with his fucking. His balls were full and heavy with the weight of his cum. The flashed sensations from the tip of his bowel-fucking cock were telling him that his cum would have to be spurted out soon or the head of it would explode.

The sensations mounting in her cunt were reaching fantastic heights. Sally fucked her fingers furiously in and out of her cunt to keep time with the pounding prick in her asshole. The taste of Sissy's hot little pussy was affecting all of her senses. She knew that the girl's cunt was ready to spurt out her hot cum any moment. Her ecstasy was be coming overwhelming as every pore of her lusting body seemed to be filled with sexual pleasure.

Suddenly, wanting desperately to suck the love juices out of Sissy's hot pussy, Sally pressed her mouth harder into the thin, fur-rimmed little slit. Sissy arched her hips up in the throes of a wild, cunt-blowing cum. The cum juices spurted hotly from I he tight little hole and Sally sucked it all inside her mouth, drinking down every drop of the warm, creamy, pussy nectar as she tasted female love juice for the first time in her life.

That was all it took to send the girl, too, into an accelerating cycle of sexual sensations that made her fuck as though she was a rocket bursting out into space. Everything seemed to explode up inside her at the same time. She fucked her fingers deep into her cunt as it erupted with great spasmodic bursts of her hotly gushing cum.

When his nakedly writhing daughter suddenly bucked her ass hard back up against his blood engorged cock, her father fucked hard, sinking his cock into the warm depths of her little asshole. The girl had become a raging wild female she-cat by now. The father could feel her fingers fucking deep in her cunt through the thin fleshy wall separating her cunt from her ass. Her female fucking actions were like, a trigger to his boiling cum. He leaned his head back and groaned aloud as the cum in his balls began the sensation-filled spurt to the tip of his blood-filled cock. The head of his cock swelled up to huge proportions. The white-hot sticky cum shot out the tip with tremendous power and continued jerking wildly with great explosions that burst through his daughter's milking little asshole.

"Oooohhh! Aaaaagggghhhh!" Sally screamed with her mouth still pressed hard against Sissy's still warmly cumming cunt as she felt the first hot stab of liquid shoot deep inside her ass. It was a wild enema-like sensation up in her bowels, and better still because it was her own sweet daddy who was filling her with his scalding cum. The cry from the girl's lips seemed to make Sissy's cunt explode all over again, filling Sally's mouth with still more cum.

Sally was in orbit from the wild asshole-splitting pleasure of her father's hot cum filling the depths of her asshole. She wriggled her curvaceous ass-cheeks back against the wildly spewing cock, while her own cum poured ceaselessly out from her cunt around her own fucking fingers.

It was fantastic! It was far more than she had ever imagined. The best and wildest fuck it could ever be. More cock! More cock! Her cunt screamed, and every part of her body joined in the chant, Sissy's hot cum still flooded into her hungrily sucking mouth with sensual warmth. Her father's still spewing cock kept pumping hot spurts of cum deep inside her widely stretched asshole. Her own cum was wilder than any she'd had all evening. Every nerve in her body seemed to be sparked for firing.

Their tongue-and-cock-locked bodies seemed to be permanently joined by the heat of their passion. They all were fucked into an ecstasy beyond their wildest dreams. The obscene lineup of nakedly jerking and cumming cocks, cunts and assholes seemed to be caught in a strange ritual of a tribal sexual dance.

Sally Grover was discovering for the first time that she was not the shy, insecure person she had always imagined herself to be. Far from it! Alive and vibrant, receptive and loving to fuck and lick pussy. That was the new Sally and it was her father's cock fucking deep up into her asshole that had brought about that change, not to mention Sissy, the swamp girl's feminine persuasions.

When her father's huge cock in her ass stopped pumping her belly full with cum, she was anxious for him to start fucking her all over again. But he fell away from her cum-flooded ass-cheeks with a loud, satiated groan. His cock, deflated to a soft hunk of flesh, pulled with a slight farting noise from her wide-stretched rectum. Still, her belly was jerking with the last dying spasms of her cum, and she continued sucking up Sissy's hot, juicy rivulets of cum, until her naked cunt licked clean. Then, and only then did Sally slip her cum-drenched fingers from her own satiated cunt, and she immediately rolled over onto her back, legs spread wide on the mattress.

One arm slapped over Luke's snoring body. Fingers tickling over his stomach, she let them wander to his upper thighs and, explore the soft hairy curls for his cock that had already fucked her cunt full of cum once that night. She wanted more cock! More fucking! More cunt-licking!

Rolling over on her huge tits so that she was belly to belly with Luke, she rose up on her knees and with lowered head, stuck out her tongue and began licking his cock. It didn't take long for the flaccid flesh to harden and when it did, Luke rose up on his elbows, groaned in pleasure, and with one quick survey of the situation wasted no time. With squinting, heavy-lidded eyes, he glanced over at Sissy who lay there on the other side of Sally, finger-fucking her own cunt with three cum-slickened fingers.

"Been fuckin' with another girl's pussy again, huh?" scorned the burly man, pumping his hips up into the now hotly working mouth of Sally who refused to let go of his cock.

"Oh, baby, fuck me in the ass like her daddy did to Sally. I want your hot cock in my ass, badly," crooned Sissy, crawling over Sally's hotly writhing body to reach Luke.

"Damn right I will," he muttered back, shaking a reluctant Sally's mouth off his cock and grabbing Sissy's ass. She had knelt down before him with it waving teasingly in the air before him. There was one long, hard inward fuck of his cock and then there were groans, moans, cries and screams in the large tent as Luke fucked the wildly screaming Sissy deep into her hotly devouring asshole.

"Oooooh, that's it, Luke, baby!!!" the big-titted swamp girl groaned. "Your cock feels like a big hot greased telephone pole shoved up my ass!!!"

Brad Grover smiled next to them as he felt his girl daughter's hungrily working little mouth close hotly around his cock and begin sucking on it. Jesus, he thought as he felt his balls jerk beneath his lip-enclosed cock. We'll just stay here a few days with these guys and all fuck the girls whichever way they want it. Then Sally and I can go back to New Orleans and set up a real home for ourselves.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Brad's cock leaped in his pants as he gazed into the bedroom and watched his daughter's hotly flicking tongue fucking deep up into his ex-wife's, her mother's, grinding cunt.

They had been back in New Orleans from the wild four-day fuck trip with the alligator-skinners for a month now. It was Sally's idea that they go over to his ex-wife's house and see if they couldn't get together as a family again.

He had not objected as Sybil was a beautiful woman and the hottest fuck he had ever encountered. They had surprised her with several bottles of champagne and after a long, drunken discussion about old times, his ex-wife was to say the least, teary and smashed. When she had excused herself to go to the bathroom, but had instead passed out on the bed in her bedroom, Sally had smiled over at her dad in the easy chair and winked. "Let me go look after Mom, and you come it a little later. I'll get her all ready and then you car fuck her until she'll never want to go away again."

He had waited, his cock growing harder by the minute at the thought of fucking Sybil again, then had entered the bedroom.

"Oh God, Sally," her mother was fully awake now and screaming out her cum as though it would never end as her daughter's hotly swirling tongue fucked deep up into the nakedly flared pussy hole.

Christ, Brad thought as he let his pants drop to the floor. His cock stood out ramrod straight over his balls. It was wild fucking Sybil before we started having all those fights and now it was going to get even better! She looked savage and ready to fuck anything!

Then, as her mother screamed out the last of her cum, Sally slid from between her nakedly spread thighs and crawled up on the bed beside her. The feel of her titties rubbing along her mom's side was exciting. By the time her face came up level to Sybil's, Sally's nipples were as hard as tiny little cocks, and begging to be sucked.

Now her mother was the aggressor. A few minutes ago she had loved the way her daughter had sneaked into the room, stripped her naked and almost forcefully tongue-fucked her. But now she knew it was time for her to take over. There were things she could show this child and her husband. Things she had learned during the separation, beautiful, naughty, delightful things. She wanted to get started right now, knowing after so much time away from them, how much pleasure they could bring her in return.

As their daughter squirmed snakelike against her, she felt the girl's hot budding titties sliding up the length of her body. Sybil felt her ex-husband's cock sink deep in her throat. He was already close to cumming, she could tell, even though she was tightly squeezing his cum-filled balls with her grasping, teasing fingers. It would hold him back from shooting it in her mouth for a while, but it wouldn't be much longer, she knew, and that load of scalding cream would be gushing out down her throat. And probably, judging from how full those balls seemed, out over her lips and all over her chin and naked tits too.

Even thinking about it caused her to shiver with pleasure. But she decided against sucking him to cumming this time. It would be lovely, and she would let her ex-husband cum in her mouth like that very soon. But this was their first time fucking together for a long time and she wanted to wrap him up in her long leg and feel that cock of his fucking her where it felt best! Her hot cunt!

So she at last drew her head back, and the heavily throbbing cock slipped from the hotly sucking confines of her mouth.

"Fuck up into my cunt, lover," Sybil told her ex-husband. "Our daughter made me all wet and hot. Now I want you to show me what a real man I've got again. Get between my legs and fuck it to me with that hard, beautiful prick."

Brad's cock thrust out over his balls like a steel rod as he climbed onto the bed between her wide spread thighs.

"You bet!" he responded lustily. "Baby, I can tell you now. I've missed that foxy little pussy of yours for some time. It's about to get the best fucking of its life."

As he got between her legs, she looked down at his cock and smiled invitingly. She reached out and caressed the head of it with love in her eyes.

"I hope so, baby," she said. "I've been thinking a lot about you too. Now give it to me. Ream me until I can't cum anymore, and then fill my pussy with gallons of your lovely hot jizz."

It was an invitation the handsome man didn't have to hear twice.

At last! he thought. At last, after all the nights of lying in bed thinking about her getting fucked by other guys! At last, I'm going to fuck my own wife again!

His hands snaked beneath her and cupped the cheeks of her perfectly formed ass. The naked cheeks were in his palms, and his fingertips curved around, just touching the rim of her tight little asshole. He could feel, her quivering with anticipation. He wiggled his fingertips against the hole slightly, teasingly, and Sybil's breath caught in her throat and she spread her legs wider, letting him know that she loved the sensation.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, baby," she moaned. "Damn, you're good. Tickle my asshole with your fingers while you fuck the living shit out of my cunt!"

"Hold on, you hot lovely bitch," Brad told her. "That's exactly what you're going to be getting, and you're going to get it right now!"

On that last word, he thrust his hips forward, and the full length of his cock plunged into Sybil up to his balls.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, sweet Lord," moaned Sybil, wrapping her legs around him and locking her ankles at the base of his spine. "Ohhhh, honey… ohhhhhh, mmmmmmm!"

To Brad, it was an incredible sensation!

Their daughter had gotten her mother so hot and wet in her cunt by licking her, that his deeply plunging cock met no resistance or friction at all. He sank into his wife's pussy and then began screwing her with long, hard thrusts.

While he fucked he watched her face. He'd never seen anyone show such intense pleasure. He'd always known how much his wife liked getting her cunt fucked, but now he knew what it meant to her. The way her eyes were closed and the way her mouth emitted continuous moan of pleasure. Her lovely blonde hair was spread out in wild tangles around her head, and beads of sweat shone on her forehead.

She's lovely, all right, Sally's father thought, his cock fucking away up between her thighs like a power-driven piston. She's the most gorgeous piece of ass I've ever fucked… and she's all mine again to fuck the shit out of any way I like!

While he fucked her, he began kissing her hot, sweat-slicked throat, which caused her to whimper even more.

"Oooooo, that's it, baby," she crooned. "Now, my tithes! Suck my titties, lover!"

Sally's father was happy to oblige. His lips left a burning trail over her throat, along her arms, into her armpits, and down her side until he reached the jiggling mounds of her huge hot tits.

He teased her nipples just as he remembered their daughter doing, and it had the same effect. Sybil couldn't get enough. When he finally stopped teasing the nipples and actually began biting them and sucking them all the way up into his mouth, her hotly seething pussy started slamming upwards over his cock even wilder.

"Ohhhhh-uhhhhmmmmm, that's it, lover," she cried. "Fuck me! Suck me! Ohhhh, fuck, suck, fuck, suck!"

"You taste so fucking good," her husband breathed around the hot tit in his mouth. "Take every inch of my cock… deeper… take it deeper!"

They were fucking faster and faster towards a cum, Sybil was clawing at his back with her long fingernails and her feet were pounding against his spine, urging him on, when she suddenly remembered Sally!

She opened her eyes and looked, and there was Sally, lying on her back right next to them, her eyes glued to the sight of her mother and father fucking. Her fingers fucking hotly into her slick pussy-hole.

"Come here, baby," she said to the fingerfucking girl. "Come and sit on your mother's face."

The beauty stopped playing with herself.

"No, th-that's okay," she moaned. "You and Dad look so beautiful fucking. I don't want you to stop. Daddy's prick looks so good fucking in and out of your pussy, Mother!"

"No, please," Sybil groaned softly. As she spoke, her whole naked body continued to jerk back and forth before Sally's eyes from her father's deep pumping fucks. "It's what I want, Sally. I want to lick your sweet, delicious little cunt, while your father creams his cum inside my pussy."

"That's what I asked you when I was kissing your pussy before," Sally said, short of breath, "but I thought you'd forgotten."

Her mother smiled. "I haven't forgotten, baby. I was just waiting for the right time."

"Ohhhh, Mom, you're so wonderful," Sally cried and brought her face over and gave Sybil a long, soulful tongue-kiss.

It was almost enough to make her mother pop her cum right on the spot. Her pussy juices were still smeared all over her daughter's lips. As they kissed, she could actually taste her own pussy. It was a hot, beautiful taste that really fired her up!

"Slide on top of me with your back to the top of the bed," she instructed the girl, "so that you're facing your father. I want you two to be able to watch each other while you cum. Would you like that, darling?"

"Oh, yes," whimpered Sally, already lifting a leg and sliding into position. "Yes, yes, yes!"

She did as her mother told her. Getting up on her knees with her back against the head board, she climbed over Sybil's face so that one knee was on each side of her mother's head on the pillow.

The girl saw that her mother definitely knew what she was talking about. From this position, she couldn't actually see her father's cock fucking in and out of her mother's pussy the way she'd been able to see before, but the view she got was just as exciting. It was the sight of his back and ass. There were scratch marks running all the way down her spine, caused by her mother's fingernails, and her mother's feet were still locked around his ass, pulling his cock up into her cunt even faster and deeper.

But what excited Sally most about what she saw was tie way her dad's ass was moving. The way the muscles of the naked cheeks flexed and unflexed in time to his fucks. Every time he flexed and pushed. Sybil would give another little whimper. The sound of her mother in heat really turned the girl on.

Not that she needed any turning on!

"That's it, sweet thing," she heard Sybil say from between her legs. "Now, baby, lower your beautiful little pussy onto your mother's face. Let me lick your wonderful, tender cunt."

"Yes, Mommy," the girl said. "You and Daddy look so hot fucking together. Make me cum while I watch… please!"

Sybil reached around and put her hands on Sally's knees, letting her palms slide up the girl's legs until they came to the girl's hips. She reached her waist just as Sally started to lower her pussy, and with Sybil's hand to guide it, her cunt-lips settled just right over her mother's face.

The delicate blonde pussy hairs were now only a fraction of an inch from Sybil's nose and mouth. The marvelous scent almost overcame, her. Even as she started to dart a tongue out to lick the girl, a tiny drop of passion-flavored juice dripped from where it had clung to one of the little pussy hairs. Then the tiny droplet of girl-cum caught the end of Sybil's tongue and slithered down into her mouth, exciting all of her taste buds and making her want to swallow all she could get.

At that moment, Sybil Grover was in heaven! Her ex-husband's hard cock was fucking her cunt, his teasing fingers were still toying with her tight little asshole. Her entire rage was enveloped within the hotly closed thighs of her lovely teenage daughter.

She lifted her face and began tongue-fucking her daughter, and she did a tick with her cunt that a sailor had shown her while she was separated from her husband.

She placed her mouth on the lips of Sally's tight little pussy and began tonguing and sucking with everything she had, squirming her face sideways and up and down to increase the pleasure for her daughter.

"Oh, my God!" screamed the girl. "Ohh that's it, you hot bitch! Eat it, Mother! Eat it just like you're doing until I cum!" That's exactly what Sybil intended to do, but she hadn't forgotten her ex-husband, either, and that's where the sailor trick with her pussy came in.

One second she and Brad were screwing almost like any other couple would be. The man was again appreciating his cum, and, that was just fine with Sybil. She was ready to cum now too, and so was their daughter. But before all three of them exploded into orgasm, she wanted to do a little something extra to blow his balls.

She pulled her pussy down, away from his cock, breaking for one instant the ever-increasing fuck pace that he'd been setting. Her ass was dug deep into the bedspread now, with only the tip of his dick still inside her.

"Wh-what?" he gasped, startled.

"Wait," she panted. "Wait… now!"

She swung her hips around in a small circle and rammed them back up at him and his whole cock again fucked into the wet, silky confines of her hungry cunt.

"Holy fucking shit!" he screamed at the sudden intense sensation. "Wow! You're biting it off, honey!"

It was the most unbelievable sensation the man had ever experienced. His ex-wife's pussy was something else, all right.

The three of them made a truly erotic sight at that moment. Sybil on her back with her legs wrapped around Brad's ass still pumping as he sucked and bit her titties, while their daughter kneeled over her mother's face, twisting one of her own tortured nipples with one hand while her other reached out and caressed her father's back where her mother's nails had left their long, thin scratch marks.

The bed rocked wildly under the heaving motions of their hotly screwing bodies. The room filled with the rasping breathing and their moans.

Harder and faster the three sweating bodies twisted and writhed atop the bedspread, Brad fucking, Sybil sucking and Sally playing with her own huge tits.

Until at last the mother, father and their beautiful girl simply couldn't hold back their cums any longer.

Sally's cunt was the first to explode.

"Ohhhh, Mommy…" she cried. "I'm there, I'm there! Ohhh, holy fuck! Oh, I-I'm cuminiiinnnggg!"

The little girl felt overwhelmed as her cum took control of her cunt, mind and soul, causing her tits to jiggle and bounce wildly on her chest as she fucked herself to cuming on her mother's face.

Her mother continued to tongue fuck her hotly raging little pussy-hole with vigor.

Brad was next. Looking up between his ex-wife's tits, he could see Sybil flicking her tongue deep into their daughter's cunt slit and that, along with the way his ex-wife's pussy was fucking his cock, was just too much for his balls.

"Here it comes!" he groaned, and with one final jab of his hips, he let himself cum. "Take it, baby! For all the guys that fucked you while I was away!" he gasped. "Now you've got all the hot fucking cum you could ever want!"

And he was right. Sybil still had her face buried between their daughter's legs, but she mumbled and murmured out her lewd delight as she felt her ex-husband's balls explode their hotly spurting cream all through her. She worked her cunt muscles even more than before, not wanting to miss a single drop from that rod of cock flesh.

"Mrnmmmmppphhh," she moaned as the hotly flooding cream set her pussy-walls aflame and the cunt juices from above splashed across her lovely, hungrily burrowing face.

Then, twisting between her ex-husband and daughter, Sybil popped her own juices. Pulling her face from up between Sally's wide-split thighs, she cried out!

"Ohhhhh, yes, that's it. Oh, my sweet Jesus, it feels soooo goooooood!"

She had purposefully waited until both had had their cums before letting herself go. Now that she did, it was a full five minutes before the raging shudders and quivers of unearthly delight at last began to subside inside her cock-filled cunt.

Her ex-husband kept pumping, even as his cock slipped from her cunt and began to shrivel. Sally had reached over and was palming both of her mother's hugely billowing tits. But at last the beautiful mother's cum was over, and she was left in the warm, serene glow that is always the aftermath of a long cunt-flooding cum.

She gave a long, contented purr as her ex-husband at last slipped completely from between her legs. Her daughter moved too, and in a moment each was at Sybil's side and she had her arms around them, nestling them to her. Their bodies were snug and warm against her, and at that moment Sybil Grover knew what it was like to be in heaven.

"Thank you, Mother," Sally said softly from her side. "That was beautiful. Don't you think you'd like living with me and Dad again?"

"It sure was," agreed Brad. "You're great, darling. We'd make a nice family again."

Sybil was too out of breath to even answer. She just nodded with a sigh, and from the totally contented smile on her lips, she knew that Sally and her ex-husband would get her meaning. This little vacation she had had from marriage with Brad had been fun. She had enjoyed letting other guys fuck her and sucking their cocks whenever she wanted to. But she had just been shown by their daughter that there was more to life than that. There was the family… and boy, she smiled contentedly to herself, she bet there was no other family in the world that would ever be as happy as hers was now. And Sally would be getting a boyfriend soon, too! They might even introduce him into their newly found family circle!!!

Content

Paul Tate
Camping with daddy

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN