Hi, daddy and daughter erotica fans. Expect water sports, anal, and some other Daddy-Daughter shenanigans. Have fun and thanks for reading.-
“Daddy, are we lost?” my eighteen-year-old daughter Abby asked.
I looked at the GPS on my daughter’s phone, turning it this way and that. There were so many trees that it was struggling to pinpoint our location. The battery indicator at the top told me it had 10%. I’d left my phone behind, foolishly thinking it would be a good time to “unplug” and appreciate nature.
“We’re not lost. We’re on the path.”
“The path never ends,” she whined. “Can we take a break? I’m so tired. You said this was a one hour hike; it’s been three.”
“Yes, okay, let’s take a breather.”
We sat down right there on the path, our backs to the same giant tree. The path was more of a bike trail, with just a single dirt line through the thick woods. When my sister, Elise, had invited my daughter and me out to her house, she had sold me on all the peacefulness of the wilderness, and that it would be good for me and Abby, give us a chance to bond after my ex-wife left me for a woman who was “gentle with her, how a man should be,” whatever that meant.
“I’m so hungry,” Abby complained. “And thirsty.”
I opened my backpack. “I have six granola bars and a half a bottle of water left.”
“Why didn’t you bring more water?” she asked.
“I didn’t expect us to be gone so long. I only have the granola bars because you like them for breakfast, and I didn’t know if your aunt had any.”
“I want to go home,” she whined.
“I know, babygirl,” I said, putting my hand on her back and rubbing it. My girl looked so sad. It broke my heart. She was a small thing, very slim, but thick in the hips and butt, with petite breasts. She had her mother’s auburn hair and my brown eyes. She was dressed light, just in a pair of sneakers, jeans, and a tiny shirt that said “Baby” on it; whenever she lifted her arms, her midriff showed. My daughter never wore a bra. The outline of her little tits was always visible. I was used to it. I often saw other men staring at her, not that I could blame them. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t know how to tell her to wear a bra, and I had the feeling she liked the attention.
Myself, I was wearing jeans and a rock concert t-shirt. It was a warm day, and I liked to show off my arms when I could, not that there was anyone to show them off to. But ever since my wife left me, I’d been spending more time in the gym. Admittedly, neither my daughter nor I were dressed properly for a hike, but it was only supposed to be a short nature walk.
“Here,” I said, holding out a granola bar. She took it, opening it and breaking it in half. She gave me one side. It made me smile. “Baby, you go ahead and have it all.”
“No, Daddy. We have to share everything until we’re safe. Take it.” I looked down at her cute little hand holding out half of the granola bar, her nails painted white, chipped and overgrown. Her aunt Elise had promised to take her to the nail salon tomorrow.
“Thank you, baby,” I said, taking the half bar and eating it in one bite. She took her time with her half, slowly picking small little pieces between her fingers, popping them into her mouth and looking around as she ate.
“At least it’s pretty out here,” she said.
I leaned over, kissing her forehead. “You don’t know what pretty is until you meet your firstborn.”
“Aw, Daddy. You’re always complimenting me.”
“A daughter should grow up knowing her worth.”
She smiled sideways. “You know, you’re a very handsome daddy, too.”
I chuckled. “Thanks.”
“I’m serious. I keep telling you to find a girlfriend. I don’t like seeing you lonely.”
“I’m okay. It’s only been a year and a half since your mom left. I’ll figure it out when I’m ready.”
“Mom’s such a bitch. Stupid pussy eating slut,” Abby said.
I chuckled. “Language. And don’t be so hard on her. She was always a little bi-curious, even when we were in college. She was just scared to figure herself out, and by the time she did, well… here we are.”
“Fine, if she wants to be a lesbian, I don’t care, but she never calls us or checks up on us, unless she wants fucking money, such a bitch.”
“Language, young lady!”
“Sorry.”
“Look, your mom is just busy with her new girlfriend. Give her some time. I know she wants to be in your life.”
“You’re too nice, defending her like that, giving her money.”
“Hey, I owe her: she gave me you. How could I ever hate her?”
“Daddy…”
I smiled and took a small sip of water, just enough to wet the inside of my mouth. “Here, drink up.”
“You should have a little more first.”
“No, you need your strength. I drank an entire bottle in the car on the way here.”
“Okay,” she said, taking the bottle and sipping until there was only a quarter-bottle left. “Can I have my phone back?” I handed it back. She held it up. “Still no service.”
“Baby, save the battery. We need it for the GPS.”
“There’s only 8% left.” She bit her lip and then opened her favorite messenger app. “Keith probably tried to text me. I bet he thinks I’m ignoring him. God, this is a nightmare. He’s never going to ask me out.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Baby, the battery.”
“Fine,” she said, handing it back. I put it away.
“First-world problems,” I said.
“Right now, we’re in a total third-world problem,” she complained.
“Come on, let’s get moving.”
We climbed up and started back along the path. We didn’t make it far. I froze a minute later, and my daughter ran right into my back.
“Ow, hey, come on,” she said.
“Don’t move,” I said.
Abby walked around me and froze too. We were both staring at the biggest bear either us had ever seen, which was technically the only bear either of us had ever seen. I wasn’t sure what the breed was, but it might have been a black bear with a little bit of white on it, or a dirty polar bear, or a panda.
“Oh my fucking god!” Abby said.
“Shh! Stay still.”
The bear stood up on its hind legs and let out a roar.
“Daddy, let’s run!”
“Maybe it’ll go away,” I said. “It’s probably like a T-Rex; its vision is based on movement.”
The bear came back down and started toward us.
“Ah, go away!” Abby said. She threw the bottle of water at him and then turned and ran into the woods. The bottle distracted the bear for only a moment as I turned and ran after my daughter.
I glanced back and saw the bear lumbering after us, surprisingly fast. I grabbed my daughter’s hand and took a turn, maneuvering between the tight trees, jumping over a log, pulling her after me. We saw a small stream ahead, and I went for it, splashing through and crossing to the other side.
A few moments later, I glanced over my shoulder and couldn’t see the bear, but neither of us stopped running until our breath was gone. We eventually slowed. My daughter was bent over, catching her breath. I was huffing as I surveyed the area, looking for the bear or anything else dangerous.
“God, that was a big bear,” I said at last. “Was that a panda?”
“A panda? Daddy, we’re not in China! There’s no pandas here! It was a grizzly bear!”
“Oh.”
“Daddy, I want to go home right now!” she said, nearly in tears.
“I know, baby. I know. Me too. Let me just get my bearings.”
I took out the phone. It was down to 6%. The forest was so thick here; the GPS app was frozen.
“We need to find a clearing. I can’t get anything.”
“Which way do we go?” she asked.
“Um, let’s head back the way we came.”
“Toward the bear?” she cried.
“Toward the path.”
“The path with the bear?” she said loudly.
“Abby, hush. You’re loud and that bear might hear us.”
“But you told me on the drive here that your survival TV shows said we should be loud, because it scares animals away, and you shouldn’t run from them, because they chase you.”
“Then why did you run?” I said in exasperation.
“Because I was fucking terrified!”
“Let’s just go slow. He probably left.”
We started back, but in truth, I had no idea which way was back. I was so turned around, and I couldn’t see the sky, and the GPS didn’t tell me much. When the battery hit 3%, I turned the phone off and put it away.
“What are you doing?” Abby asked.
I turned to face her. “Baby, we’re in a serious situation now. We’re lost.”
“But what about the path?”
“I don’t know where the path is, and the GPS isn’t working. We need to find a clearing, or get higher, something to tell us where we are, maybe get a signal, save the phone to make a call for rescue.”
“Rescue?” She gulped.
“Yes.”
“Daddy, you’re scaring me.”
“I know, baby. I’m scared too. But I’m right here. We’ll make it through. Come on. We have to keep moving. And if we find that stream again, we need to drink some water. I don’t know about you, but in this heat, I’m getting very thirsty.”
“Me too.”
“I wish we still had our bottle of water.”
“Why? It was almost gone. Who cares about the deposit right now?”
“I meant so we could use it. Bottles are like gold on survival shows.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, maybe if you paid a little more attention to your survival shows, we wouldn’t be lost.”
“Smart ass.”
We started walking again and continued for what felt like hours. The sky was getting dark, but I could feel the terrain climbing beneath my feet. Soon, we were navigating a rocky hillside. My daughter was in front of me, slipping. I reached out to grab her, and my hands found her butt. I pushed her up and she yelped and glanced back.
“Did you just grab my butt?”
I laughed nervously. “Sorry, baby, just trying to keep you from slipping.”
“If you weren’t my daddy and this wasn’t the most awful day ever, I would think that was the smoothest grope ever.”
At the top of the hill, we carried on, but the sky was growing much darker, and we were both getting nervous. Abby soon reached out to take my hand, holding it as the sunset fell.
“Daddy…”
“I know, baby,” I said.
“Should we try the phone?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I want to find something, anything to climb so I can see where we are, a clearing to get a signal, something.”
We went on a little farther. The trees seemed to be spacing out farther and farther, and then we saw an amazing sight in the distance: a house.
“Daddy!”
“I see it!”
We both started jogging, but as we came through the trees, we discovered it wasn’t a house, but an old log cabin. “Cabin” was a kind word for this shack. It was all of a box, with wooden shutters over the two windows in the side, and a door of wooden slats that looked weathered and worn.
“What is it?” Abby asked.
“Some old cabin, maybe a tanning hut, probably a couple hundred years old.”
“Why would people sunbathe out here?”
“No, leather tanning for wild game.”
“Oh. What do we do?”
I looked at the sky. The last of the light was fading. “Help me climb on to the roof. We’ll see if we can get a GPS signal, get our bearings. We’ll use the cabin for shelter tonight, and maybe in the morning, set out again.”
“Okay,” she said.
Together, we climbed a stack of firewood that was on the side of the small cabin and made it on to the roof. As I looked out in the darkening sky, I could see a vast forest. I had clearly lost my way more than I realized. I could at least see the slope of the hill we were on, and the forest stretching beyond, and I thought I saw what looked like lights in the far distance, a sign of civilization.
“Let’s check the phone,” I said.
I took it out and turned it on. My daughter was right up next to me, looking at the screen. It popped up with 2% battery. We both gulped, but then we gasped.
“We have a bar!” Abby screamed. “Call 911!!!”
“No, wait. We have to be smart.”
Abby gave me a look. “911 is stupid?”
“No, but we don’t have enough battery for a conversation with 911, and we don’t know where we are. Let’s use the GPS to get a location first. Then we’ll text it to your aunt. She can call 911 for us. She has more than 2% battery.”
“Oh, okay.”
I opened the GPS and we both held our breath as the indicator spun. Then it snapped to our location with our GEO coordinates.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Abby said.
I screenshot it and then put it in a text. “Wait, you don’t have your Aunt Elise’s number saved?”
“Um, no.”
“Damn it. Who do I text then?”
“Oh, Keith maybe?”
“Are you crazy? What would he do the information? Wait, I’ll text myself.”
I put in my own number, which popped up on its own. Nice to see my daughter at least kept my number in her phone.
“But how will she see it?” she asked.
“My phone is in my room at her house. The moment she realizes we’re missing, she’ll check it.”
“It’s not locked?”
“No, you know I never lock my phone.”
I pressed send, my heart thumping in my chest. Then the phone went black.
“What happened?” Abby said.
“It turned off,” I said. “The battery died.”
“Well, did it send?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Oh, my god. We’re going to die out here.”
“Abby, we’re not. It sent.”
“It did not; you said you don’t know.”
“No, I saw the little check mark. I think it went though.”
“I can’t believe this,” she said. “I’m going to die a virgin on this mountain. God, why didn’t I fuck Keith when I had the chance.”
“Jesus Fucking Christ, enough, stop it, Abby. First of all, I don’t want to hear that, and second, we’re going to live, so you can fuck your loser boyfriend later, okay?”
“He’s not a loser!”
I shook my head and climbed off the roof, turning back to lift my daughter down by the waist. Back on the ground, we came around to the front of the cabin, looking at the door.
“Should we knock?” I said.
“And who’s gonna answer, the bear?” she said.
She went forward and pulled the door open, leaving it wide to let in the last of the light. It was barely enough to survey the inside, not that there was much to see. It was just a square, no furniture, no bathroom, just an old wood-burning stove with a pipe that led outside, as well as a bear-fur rug on the floor.
“God, nothing,” she said. “No food, no water. Nothing.”
“Abby, it has a roof. It has protection. It has a stove we can use to make a fire and get warm.”
“I’m not cold,” she said. “It’s hot outside.”
“It’ll get cold tonight,” I said. “And we need light.”
Abby sighed and went over and sat on the bear fur. “Probably fleas and ticks in this thing. Gross.”
I came over to the wood-burning stove. I didn’t have long before there was no light left. I knew I was out of luck if I needed to make fire, but to my good fortune, there was a small stack of matches on top of it. I opened the kiln under the top. There was no wood.
I headed outside and grabbed several logs before bringing them back in. By the time I got them all in, there was no light left. Abby was digging through my pack in the dark, pulling out some papers. We stuck them under the wood and used them as tinder. I struck the match, holding my breath if it still worked, and breathed again as it took flame, lighting the paper.
Abby and I watched it closely as it burned, teasing the wood, and then the wood started to take the fire and we both took a sigh. Soon, the fire was burning. I finally closed the front door, hoping the bear didn’t come looking to borrow a cup of sugar.
“Daddy, what are we going to do?” Abby asked softly, staring at the fire.
I came and sat down next to her on the fur. “Your aunt will send rescue. We’ll be okay.”
“So we stay here tomorrow?”
“Yes, I think we should.”
“What if the text didn’t go through?”
“It did, I’m sure,” I said.
She put her head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been a bitch today.”
“You haven’t. It’s okay. I know you didn’t really want to come on this trip to your aunt’s. You’re a city girl.”
“I am, and, yeah, I didn’t want to come, but I love you, Daddy. I like to spend time with you, even doing boring things like hiking.”
I laughed. “Thanks. I love you too, kiddo.”
“If we live, I’m never hiking again though.”
“Neither am I,” I said.
“God, I am starving,” she said. “My tummy is rumbling so much.”
“I know, mine too. Here, let’s eat another granola bar.”
I took my bag and opened it. This time, I took out two and gave her a whole one while I had my own. She picked at it again, and I took mine down quickly.
“It’s so dry. I’m so thirsty,” she said.
“I know, baby. Nothing for that.”
“How long can we go without food and water?”
“On TV, they say you can live for three weeks without food, but only three days without water.”
“Yeah, I think I’ve heard that too,” she said.
“I saw this guy on TV who was lost in the wild, and he drank his own pee. He loved it.”
“Ew! Gross! I am not drinking pee!”
“Yup, he couldn’t get enough of it. He drank it, but he also put it up his butt.”
“What?”
“Yeah, he put it up his butt with a long tube, to filter out bacteria.”
“Jeez, that’s so gross. I am not putting anything up my butt or drinking pee,” she said.
“Relax. You won’t have to. Rescue will be here tomorrow, I’m sure.”
“I really do have to pee though,” she said.
“Me too, but I’m holding it. I was thinking, if I don’t pee, maybe my body will absorb more of it.”
“Is that how it works?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“Daddy, just because you watch survival shows on TV doesn’t mean you can survive in the wild.”
“That’s true, “I conceded.
We stared at the fire for a little longer, my daughter’s head on my shoulder. She gave a shiver.
“You were right,” she said. “It’s already getting cold.”
“I know. We’ll sleep close tonight, share body heat.”
“It’s early but I’m already tired,” she said.
“We had a long day. How about we sleep a little and see how it goes?”
“Okay.”
I brought in a few more pieces of firewood and threw them on the fire. Then we both took off our shoes and settled in on the bear fur. It was big enough to wrap around us. We were shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the shadows of the fire on the ceiling.
“Um, Daddy?” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Should we, like, you know, spoon?”
“Oh. Yes, we can.”
“I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable,” she said.
“No, not me. Hey, you’re my daughter.”
“I know, it’s just, you know.”
“I know. Come on, let’s not think about it. The closer we sleep, the warmer we’ll be.”
“Okay,” she said, turning on her side.
I turned as well, bringing myself right up against her back. Her small body bent into mine, and I felt her plump little bottom press right up against my crotch. One arm was under her head, and the other I wrapped around her slim waist. God, she was so soft and warm. It had been so long since I’d held a woman like this. I instantly felt my cock come alive. I scooted away just enough so she would not notice.
“Um, goodnight,” Abby whispered.
“Goodnight, babygirl,” I said. I kissed the back of her head.
All was quiet for a little while, but Abby was soon squirming in my arms. I saw her lift one leg and her hand went down. Beneath the fur, I could not see what she was doing, but I heard her sigh loudly, and then she was still again. She scooted again, bumping her butt into my crotch. My cock responded, hardening in my jeans.
“Daddy?” she whispered.
“Yes, baby?” I said.
“I can’t sleep like this.”
“What’s wrong?”
“These jeans are so tight.”
“I know, mine too. Do you want to… uh, you know?”
“Huh?”
“Are you saying you want to take them off?” I asked.
“Oh! Um, no, I was just complaining.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Do you want to take yours off?” she asked.
“Oh, no, I’m fine.”
“Oh,” she said. “Can I take mine off, or would that be gross?”
“No, no, it’s okay. Whatever you need to be comfortable is okay by me.”
“Really?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Will you take yours off too?” she asked.
“Well, I can hang on to mine.”
She sat up. “Please, can you take yours off? If I take mine off alone, I’m going to feel like a total pervert, half naked in front of my daddy. If you do it too, then it’s like, like survival.”
I chuckled. “Okay, baby. It’s just, you know that I’m a man, right?”
She squinted at me. “Yes, I am aware you are a male.” She chuckled. “What do you mean?”
“I just mean…” I sat up, glad for the dark hiding my blushing face. “Men have… uh, well, see, sometimes a man can’t really control… uh, jeez, how do I say this…”
“Are you talking about your cock?”
“Oh, Jesus, there it is,” I said, putting a hand on my face. “Okay, I’m keeping my pants on.”
“No, I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just meant, like, okay, this is a weird conversation. Let’s just take our pants off, okay? It’s hot under the covers but it’s freezing above them. Please?”
“Okay,” I said. “But if you feel something, I’m sorry.”
She nodded. “I got it.”
We stood up, unbuttoned our pants, unzipped them, and then started to take them off. My eyes were discreetly on my daughter. She put her thumbs in her waistband and started to push them down, wiggling out of them. My eyes were on her panties. Even in the fire light I could see them very well, white with a big pink heart right over her pubic mound. I had seen these before in the laundry.
I swallowed hard as I pushed my own pants down. My cock was chubby now, hanging heavy between my legs. I glanced at my daughter again; she was turning this way and that to get her skinny jeans down. I saw her butt, the way the panties did nothing to cover them, just a little triangle at the top of her ass crack, her cheeks out in the open.
My white briefs were tight on me, my cock pinned inside them. I noticed my daughter was staring at me like I was staring at her. Her eyes were spreading wider as I freed myself from the jeans and then took off my socks too. I stood up straight, my bulging cock struggling inside my underwear. Abby took off her socks too and stood before me in just her tight little panties with the pink heart and her cute “Baby” shirt.
“Okay, better?” I said.
“Yes,” she said shyly.
“Do you mind if I take off my shirt as well?” I asked.
“Oh,” she said. “No, it’s fine. Guys can do that, I guess.”
I lifted off the rock t-shirt and tossed it on the ground with the other clothes, standing there in briefs. “Okay, so, back to bed?”
“Um, yes,” she said shyly. She squatted down, bringing her eye-level with my bulging cock behind the underwear for one moment, her eyes fixing on it, and then she twisted and lay down. I came down behind her, sliding my arm under her head, my hand coming around in front of her, pulling the fur over us.
She scooted back against me, her back hitting my chest, her butt once again resting in the curve of my waist, her warm bare thighs touching my thighs. My cock was bent right up against her bare ass, the fabric of my underwear separating us.
I could feel my daughter breathing heavily in front of me. I could also feel my cock stirring in excitement to have this young piece of flesh so close. God, she was sexy. I grew harder. I tried to scoot away, but there was no room with the fur wrapped tight behind my back and slung over her, but still I tried, and the moment I did, she wiggled back against me. She took in air.
“Daddy, is that your cock?”
“Ah, baby, I’m so sorry. It just happens sometimes when it’s hot, it gets… hard. Do you want to change positions?”
“Um, no, it’s fine. I’m just embarrassed.”
“I’m more embarrassed.”
“It’s okay,” Abby whispered. “I’ll just ignore it, okay?”
“Okay, yes. I’m really sorry.”
“G-goodnight,” Abby whispered.
“Goodnight, baby.”
We were silent as we tried to sleep, my hard cock bent up against her bottom. I was very tired though. All the hiking through the forest with little food and water had exhausted me. I took a deep breath, filled with my daughter’s scent, and counted a few sheep. Soon, I was drifting off, dreaming of waterfalls and lakes. My daughter was in my dreams too, wearing a bikini, laughing and dancing, teasing me with her sexy little body. Even in my dreams I felt her rubbing up against my hard cock, grinding into it.
Soon, my cock was sliding in and out of her pussy beside my sister’s pool, her head thrown back, moaning at each of my thrusts, my shaft buried in her warm cunt. Even while I fucked her, I felt shame, knew these thoughts, these dreams, were immoral, but god if she didn’t feel amazing wrapped around my shaft, her warm pussy lips clinging to my dick, her cunt frothing with each thrust, her cream collecting around the base of my cock.
An obnoxious bird cawed somewhere outside and my eyes opened. My daughter lifted her head as well. The bird cawed again. Light was peaking into the cabin from the wooden windows and around the door frame. I sighed and then yawned. My daughter put her head back down on my arm. And then we both felt my cock throb. I know she felt it, because I instantly realized my dick was out of my underwear, and it was stuck right between her ass cheeks.
“Um, Daddy?”
I gulped. “Yes?”
“Is, is…”
“Yes,” I said, unable to stop it from giving another hard throb between her butt cheeks. “God, I’m sorry.”
“Why did you put it there?” she asked breathlessly.
“I didn’t!” I said. “It fell out in the night, and, and guys wake up hard, it just happened, I swear. Baby, get up.”
My daughter scooted away from me and I yelped. My shaft had been trapped under her thong and the fabric caught my mushroom head and pulled against it.
“You okay?” she said as she climbed out from under the bear fur.
“Yes, fine.” I reached under the bear fur and stuffed my hard cock back into my underwear. It was getting soft again, now that it had been caught misbehaving. I climbed out from under the fur as well.
Abby was shyly covering herself, looking for her pants. She quickly grabbed them and pulled them up. I did the same, both of us back to back as we dressed.
“Well, night one survived,” I said lightly.
“How did you sleep?” she asked.
“It was hot,” I said. “I, I mean the temperature.”
“Oh. Yes, me too. I’m all sweaty. God, I wish I could shower.”
“Me too,” I said. “I just wish I had some water.”
“Me too. Daddy, I have to pee so badly.”
“So do I, but I was thinking of what we talked about, about the pee drinking.”
She made a face. “Yuck. Tell me it’s not that desperate.”
“Well, we could go search for water.”
“What if a rescue team comes while we’re away?” she asked. “Or what if we get lost in the woods again?”
“I could go alone,” I said.
“And I’d be left stranded by myself if you got lost again?”
“Okay, what do you think we should do?” I said.
“I don’t know. I don’t have a plan. I just don’t like yours.”
“I wish we had our water bottle.”
“Why?” she asked. “There’s no water to refill it.”
“We could have, you know, peed in it.”
“Oh god, it really is that desperate, isn’t it?”
“It doesn’t matter, because unless we piss in our hand, we have no way to drink it.”
“Let’s just look outside, around the cabin, maybe we’ll see something in the light.”
We opened the two windows and then the door, letting in some light. The fire had gone out, but now that the sun was up, the morning was starting to warm us as we stepped outside. We made a quick search of the outside of the cabin, but we only managed to turn up an old axe for cutting firewood, and a pair of filthy overalls, which neither us wanted to touch.
A view from the top of the cabin didn’t tell us much more in the light than it did in the night, except that in the far distance, we could see a building, but it felt like a hundred miles away.
“Where is the rescue team?” Abby asked.
“I’m sure they’ll find us today.”
“What if they don’t?”
“Then they’ll find us tomorrow. You have to keep faith, babygirl.”
She nodded. We went back into the cabin and sat down, splitting another granola bar for breakfast, which made us both thirstier than ever.
“Daddy,” Abby said.
“Yeah?”
“I think we should drink our pee.”
I took a breath. “Yes, maybe we should risk it. But we don’t have a container.”
“We’ll do the hand thing, like you said. Will you go outside and do it first, and tell me if it’s okay?”
“You want me to go first?” I asked.
“Well, yeah. It’s gross. If you can’t stomach it, there’s no way I can.”
“Baby, 90% of it is just going to be wasted. I’m not sure it’s worth the effort.” I swallowed. “Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“You know, never mind. Let’s just pee and we’ll figure out something else for water.”
“Wait, no, what were you thinking?”
“It’s a bad thought. Never mind.”
“Daddy, just say it, because I was thinking it too.”
I took a deep breath. “Really?”
“Oh, god,” she said. “Please just say it.”
“Well, you could… drink my piss, and I’ll drink yours.”
She hung her head and put her face in her hands. “This is so gross and wrong.”
“I know. We don’t have to.”
She looked up at me. “Daddy, we have to. If rescue doesn’t find us, we’ll die in a couple days without water.”
“You really want to do this?”
“Of course I don’t want to,” she said. “But I’ll do it.”
“Okay,” I said, taking a breath. “So, how do we do it?”
“Well, I guess it’s going to be easier for me to drink,” she said. “I mean, your thing, you know. God, I can’t believe I’m saying this. If you put your cock in my mouth, you can just piss and I can swallow.”
I rubbed my face. “Okay.”
“But, like, for you to drink my pee,” she said, “you’re going to have to be right up close. You realize that, don’t you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Do you want to drink first or second?”
She sighed. “I’m so thirsty. Can I just do it?”
“Okay. So, now?”
“Yes, now, before I come to my senses.”
I stood up, moving closer to her.
“Oh god, oh god,” she said, climbing up on her knees. She looked up at me and then her pretty little mouth began to open. It closed and she swallowed. “I can’t do this.”
“Why don’t you just close your eyes and open your mouth? Leave the rest to me.”
“Okay.” She did as I told her, closing her eyes and opening her mouth.
I unzipped my fly. I reached into my pants and drew out my long cock. I was already getting hard at the thought of my cockhead being this close to my daughter’s mouth. What an awful thing I was doing.
My daughter suddenly opened her eyes. “Daddy, I don’t know if I can— Oh, my fuck.”
I froze, holding my big cock there right in front of my daughter’s face. I started to put it away.
“Wait, Daddy,” she said, swallowing. “Sorry, I was just surprised. I didn’t know, um, nevermind. Just, just do it.”
She closed her eyes again and left her mouth open. Her tongue rolled out. I brought my cock back, moving forward. My big mushroom head was inches from her open mouth.
“Come on,” she said, opening her mouth again.
“It takes a minute,” I said.
I was trying to piss, but I was getting nervous, and after all, I’d never pissed in a girl’s mouth before. I flexed my cock and a small squirt of piss shot out, hitting her face. She recoiled.
“Fuck!” she said. “You got me in the eye!”
“Sorry!”
She was wiping her eyes frantically while I stood there with my cock out, half hard. She looked at me again, staring at my cock.
“Can you aim?” she asked.
“Well, your mouth is far from my cockhead, and your mouth is a smaller target than a toilet.”
She bit her lip and gulped. “Okay, look. I know it’s weird, but can I hold it?”
“What?” I said sternly. “No.”
“Daddy, I need to control it, like a straw.”
I took a breath. “Okay. Yeah, go ahead.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’m gonna touch it now.”
“Yes, fine.”
She reached out, her little fingers slowly touching my shaft. It sent sparks through my dick and instantly made me harder. Her soft hand coiled around my long shaft and it grew in her palm. Her pretty face inched closer, nose to nose with my cockhead. Her mouth started to open but then she looked up at me.
“Daddy, why is your cock getting so much bigger?”
“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m not used to anyone touching it.”
“Fuck,” she said. “Honestly, Daddy, you cock is ridiculously big.”
I blushed. “Your mother didn’t like it either.”
“Huh? She didn’t?”
I shook my head. “Hated it.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean it was ugly, just… big and hard. I’m sorry. I’m not used to seeing or touching cocks, you know? I didn’t mean to suggest it’s ugly. It’s not. It’s nice, really.”
“Thanks, babygirl.”
“I’m just gonna keep my eyes open this time, okay?”
“Okay.”
She moved her mouth closer, opening her lips right in front of my cockhead while her little hand gripped my shaft, her pretty white-painted fingernails wrapped around it. Her eyes were looking up at me. I tried to let loose some piss, but being so hard had closed the pipeline.
“Daddy?” she said after a moment.
“Baby, it’s hard to pee when my cock is so hard.”
“Oh, Daddy, come on. Try. I am so thirsty.”
“I know, I know. Okay, okay. Let me just try to relax”
“Okay,” she said, her grip tightening on my shaft. I felt her suddenly push down on it and pull back up, giving it a long stroke.
“Ah, baby, okay, you can’t do that. It makes it harder.”
“What did I do?” she asked
“You stroked my cock.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. Look, here, I’ll let it go.” She let it go. “I’ll just bring my mouth a little closer. When you’re ready, I’ll grab it.”
She moved her mouth forward. I felt the heat of her breath on my cock. My cock involuntarily throbbed, bumping up against her upper lip.
“Daddy!”
“Ah, baby…”
“Where’s the peepee?” she said. “Daddy, come on!”
“Okay, okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. I closed my eyes. I once again felt her warm breath on my cock. Her hand was resting on my thigh, waiting to grab my shaft. I tried to calm my body. Fuck, I wanted to shove my cock right into her mouth, but I fought the urge, letting my tired bladder have its way, and then finally, piss spurted from my cockhead, dripping into my daughter’s open mouth.
“Oh, gross!!” She recoiled, my piss dripping down her neck. She gagged and turned away.
“Don’t vomit, baby. You’ll lose so much water and energy if you do.”
“It tastes awful, Daddy! It’s so gross.”
“I know, baby, I’m sorry. It’s for survival though. You need it.”
“Yuck.” She came crawling back, looking up at my cock. She roughly grabbed it like it was a dirty bottle of water and squeezed. “Gimme some more.”
She put her tongue under my cockhead, and I forced another blast of piss in her mouth. And once again she gagged and again it dripped out of her mouth and she coughed.
“Baby, come on. You’re wasting it.”
“Daddy, I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Just get used to the taste. It’s pretty much what beer tastes like, and I know you drink with your friends.”
She gave me a glare. “I don’t drink it from my friends’ cocks, and it doesn’t smell like your piss smells, and it actually has a little more flavor than just piss to it.”
“Lick my cockhead,” I ordered her.
“Daddy!” she said.
“Look, there’s piss on the tip of my cock. I want you to taste it and get used to it.”
“Oh. God, this is so wrong, you know?”
“Baby, please, I have to piss so badly, and every time I stop it hurts.”
“Fine.”
She grabbed my cock again, squeezing it angrily, but she brought it to her mouth and licked the tip, her coarse tongue dragging across my sensitive bulb, the small slit spreading as her tongue passed.
“Yucky,” she said.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes.”
She opened her mouth and I moved my cockhead right into it, which made her gasp and pull back.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t want to miss,” I said. “Just put it in your mouth and suck.”
“Daddy!”
“I mean so you don’t miss any and so you swallow quickly. Look, the longer it’s on your tongue, the worse it’s going to taste. Put my cock in your mouth and just swallow the moment it comes out. I’m not trying to be a pervert here; I’m trying to save your life!”
“Okay, I guess so. Your cock is just so gigantic and so hard. It’s very confusing for me.”
“I know. Please, baby, my cock is aching so much, and I really need to piss. Pissing will relieve how hard I am too.”
“Okay… I’ll put it in my mouth then.”
“Do it,” I said
“Just don’t pee until you warn me. Give me a minute to get situated.”
She moved forward, wrapping her lips around my cock, closing her mouth, her tongue gently exploring my head, her mouth opening a little more to adjust its position and take the entire head inside. Her nose was heaving for breaths. Her eyes were looking up at me.
“Ready?” I said.
Her little head nodded enough for me to understand her, and damn did it feel amazing inside her mouth as my cock moved against her tongue. I throbbed between her lips, and I felt her tongue push me around to adjust my position. Her hand was still firmly on my shaft, the other on my thigh. I took a deep breath, exhaling as I let my piss go.
I felt her throat swallow once, but then she pulled away, gagging and coughing again. She took a blast of piss right in the face before I could shut off the flow.
“Damn it, Abby!”
“God, Daddy!” The piss ran down her neck and shirt as she frantically tried to wipe her eyes. “You peed all over me.”
“Why did you pull away?”
“I told you, it’s gross! We need to go slow!”
“I can’t go slow. I have to piss!”
Abby was using the bottom of her shirt to clean her face, lifting it up, which exposed her tummy, and for a brief second, I thought I saw a flash of her breasts. She let it go and glared up at me.
“Your pee is the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted in my life, Daddy. Like, I would rather lick the sweat from your balls than drink another drop of that warm piss.”
I gave her a frown. “Look, if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. I’m trying to save your life, but if you hate it this much—”
“No, I need it,” she said, taking a breath. “It’s just so gross and in my head, you know?”
I nodded. “Okay. Are my balls really that sweaty?”
“Yes, and down here, I can smell them,” she said.
“Sorry,” I said awkwardly. “It’s very hot.”
She sighed. “Just give me a second to breathe, and then I’ll drink some more.”
“Listen,” I said, “have you sucked cock before?”
“Daddy!” she said in shock.
“Don’t be so offended. I’m asking to save your life.”
“How can that save my life?” she demanded.
“I want to know if you can deepthroat a man’s cock.”
“Oh my god, you are so disgusting.”
“Baby, I am trying to say if you know how to take a cock down your throat, take mine down your throat, and I can piss right down and you won’t taste anything.”
“Oh,” she said. “Oh, I see. That makes sense. I’m sorry.”
“So have you?”
She swallowed. “Keith’s cock, once.”
“Okay, fine.”
“I’m eighteen though, you know. I’m allowed,” she said defiantly.
“Baby, of course you’re allowed. Have I ever lectured you on anything with boys, other than to be safe and cautious and use protection?”
“No.”
“No, of course not. I know what it’s like to be your age. Honestly, I’m shocked you’re not having sex.”
“I would be if Keith was interested in me. He was drunk the one time I sucked his cock. I’m saving myself for him, and he doesn’t even want me.” She was pouting now. “Who cares, I’m going to die on this fucking mountain.”
“So I guess you haven’t deepthroated a man’s cock.”
“No, and Keith was like, half your size. Your cock is a fucking monster. I can’t get that down my throat.”
“Can you try, baby? Please? I need to piss, and I need to do it all at once.”
“Fine,” she said. “I can try.”
“Good.”
“I need to, like, you know, take my time with it though,” she said. “I can’t just jam it down there.”
“Then take your time,” I said. “But once I start pissing, I’m not stopping again.”
She came closer on her knees, reaching for my cock again, wrapping her hand around it. She looked up at me. “You realize I’ve already had your cock in my mouth longer than I had Keith’s in my mouth? He came in 60 seconds.”
“Did you swallow it?”
“No, I was so surprised. I pulled away, and he passed out afterward.”
“Just work it in your mouth, inch by inch, deeper and deeper, okay? Let your throat relax.”
“Okay.”
She obeyed me, opening her mouth and closing it around my cockhead. My eyes fluttered as her mouth opened again, taking more in, her lips moving down my shaft. I felt her tongue brushing up against my sensitive tip as her lips inched farther. My hand was on the back of her head. I was aware I was essentially getting a blow job from my teenage daughter, but fuck if it didn’t feel good, especially after holding my piss for so long.
“Doing great, babygirl,” I whispered down at her.
My cock throbbed and she froze, looking up at me, glaring a little. She opened her mouth and moved farther down. I suddenly felt the back of her throat hit my cockhead and I held my breath. She closed her lips and pinched her eyes shut, her nose pulsing as she sucked in air. I could see she was about to pull away.
I grabbed her by the back of the head, holding her firmly in place. She gagged, her tongue and throat convulsing on my cockhead. Her hands grabbed my hips, but I was stronger. I instantly started pissing, groaning at the release. My warm urine washed down her throat, and she slowed her struggle, focusing all her efforts on breathing as I kept pissing. It felt so good to be inside my daughter’s throat and to finally release the pressure on my bladder. More and more piss washed down her throat. I looked down at her, my poor little baby girl, her mouth stretched so wide, nearly at the base of my shaft, my cockhead stuck down her throat, tears in her eyes as she looked up at me.
Soon, I ran out of piss and let the back of her head go, but she had learned to take it now and didn’t pull away. I stroked the side of her face, my cock giving a throb. Now that I had finished pissing, god how I wanted to fuck that mouth of hers, so warm and inviting. But she slowly dragged her lips away from my cock shaft, her tongue flicking my piss slit and finally letting go.
“Fuck,” I said, my cock out in the open air.
“Fuck,” she echoed as she sat back. “That was a lot of piss. I’m literally full right now.”
I chuckled. “Good.”
“That hurt my throat so much, Daddy. You wouldn’t let me go.”
“We had to get it over with, babygirl.”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah. We did it. Thank you.”
I nodded. “I, uh, I’ll put it away.”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Okay.”
I pushed my cock back into my pants, buttoning and closing them. It was still half hard, but I didn’t want her to see it anymore. She was still watching me.
“Daddy, did it feel nice?”
“Well, sort of.”
“Just sort of? I could tell you liked it. It’s okay to admit it. It’s not your fault. It’s survival.”
“Okay,” I said. “Yes, it felt good.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Daddy. I feel better already, really.”
“I’m glad,” I said.
“I really have to pee now, Daddy, more than ever,” she said. “So you have to drink up.”
“Okay,” I said. “So, how do you want to do this?”
“I don’t know. Do you want to be on your back? I could straddle your face.”
“I don’t think I can swallow on my back,” I said. “How about the same way we did it? I’ll be on my knees.”
“Daddy, I don’t have a giant cock to stick down your throat. Girls don’t pee like that.”
“Uh, right.”
“How about on my back,” she said.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll have to get close.”
“Closer than having your entire cock in my mouth?”
I laughed nervously. “Fair enough.”
“Just do what you have to do,” she said. “I really have to pee, so drink it however you can.”
“Okay,” I said.
Abby started to unbutton her pants again. “God, I just realized you’re going to see my pussy.”
“Kinda unavoidable,” I said.
She sighed. “Just so weird and gross. My daddy seeing me naked, me sucking his cock, him licking my pussy while I pee.”
I rubbed my face. “Don’t say it like that. You didn’t suck my cock. You drank from my cock, and that’s all I’m doing to you, drinking from your pussy.”
She wiggled out of her pants and threw them aside, sitting down on the bear fur. “Don’t let any spill, Daddy. We don’t want to sleep in pee tonight.”
“I’ll do my best.”
She took a deep breath, and then she lifted her feet and slid her panties down. My eyes were wide open as her feet settled back down on the fur and spread apart. Her warm little pink hole came to my eyes, with lovely pink glistening pussy lips sticking out, lighter than the outer lips. She was recently shaven, with stubble growing on her pubic mound.
“Stare as long as you want, Daddy, it’s fine. I’m not weirded out or anything.”
“Sorry,” I said, climbing down on my knees. She spread her legs wider to accommodate me as I came closer. “It’s a pretty pussy,” I said.
She bit her lip. “Really?”
“Yes,” I said. “Gorgeous.”
“Really?” she repeated. “If you were a boy, you’d wanna fuck me?”
“I am a boy, Abby, but if I wasn’t your father, yes, I’d want to fuck you.”
Her knees opened and closed a little. “Thanks, Daddy. You have a nice cock too.”
“You told me already. Thank you.”
She smiled. “If you weren’t my daddy, I’d wanna fuck you too.”
I laughed awkwardly. “Okay, back to the watering hole.”
She giggled. “You’re gross.”
I came down on my chest, my face right between her legs. Up close, I could smell her potent sex, musty from the sweat of the hot days and nights. I licked my lips and brought my chin right up to her lips. I let it touch her warm hole, finding wetness on my jaw from the mere contact. She was horny.
“Oh, Daddy, your chin is rough from not shaving.”
“Look who’s talking,” I said.
She blushed. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Aren’t you going to, you know, wrap your mouth around it a little? Once I start peeing, it’ll go everywhere.”
“Yes. I mean, if it’s okay.”
“Daddy, I had your cock down my throat. I told you, just do whatever you have to, but I don’t want to piss all over myself, so you have to catch everything.”
“All right,” I said. “I’m going to do that then. My tongue will be on your pussy, my mouth will be around your little piss hole, all of it.”
“I know. Do it. I really have to pee and you’re stalling. I had your big cock down my throat already by this point.”
I smirked at her. “Here I come.”
I moved my mouth in and ran my tongue right up her pussy slit, between her lips. She gasped, her back arching. My tongue tested her little hole, sliding inside, pulling up, dragging across her piss hole and clit.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she said.
“Come on, I’m thirsty,” I said.
“Well, when you do that, it’s hard to focus on peeing.”
“That’s what I said when you had my cock in your mouth,” I reminded her, my tongue lapping at her little piss hole.
“Fuck, Daddy, god. That feels good.”
That made me swallow nervously. “It’s not supposed to feel good. It’s supposed to water me.”
“Okay, okay, here goes.”
She took a deep breath, and I felt her bear down. A little bit of pee trickled out, which my tongue picked up easily.
“Lick more, Daddy,” she said softly.
“What?” I said.
She looked down at me. “Just how you licked a moment ago, it almost made me pee, so can you do it a few more times?”
I smirked and shook my head. “Naughty girl.”
“Daddy, please.”
My tongue began working on her little clit. Admittedly, I was acting so very inappropriate now, but she was such a temping girl, and my cock was so very hard, and it had just been in her mouth. I was laying on it, crushing it under me in my jeans, and every throb was painful. How could any man keep his thoughts straight under such conditions?
A little spurt of piss came out of her and she gasped. I swallowed it up and sucked on her piss hole, and soon more came, filling my mouth. My tongue kept working while I drank from the fountain. I licked away, and she squirmed under me, moaning. Soon, her hand came down to grab my head and she began grinding against my mouth. Her piss finished up, but now she was just enjoying my tongue. Me, I was taking the excuse of lapping up every drop of water I could get from this sexy little fountain.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she said. “Okay, okay, I’m done. I don’t have any more.”
“You sure?” I said, pausing for only a moment before licking her pussy again. “I want it all.”
“Fuck, okay, you seriously need to stop or I’m going to cum,” she said suddenly, her legs spasming and widening, her little toes spreading. “God!”
“Does your pussy gush when you cum?” I asked before my tongue went back to work on her clit.
“Yes! God, yes!”
“Good. More for me to drink,” I said.
“Fuck, Daddy, this is so wrong,” she said, but she was done arguing. Her head was back and my tongue was working her pussy lips over, sucking and tugging on them with my mouth. When my teeth grazed her inner labia, she suddenly screamed and I felt warm juice wash over my tongue. Her hands pulled my hair and she convulsed, singing praises to the one true god of orgasm. “Fuck, oh dear god, fuck, yes!!”
I kept licking while she settled down and caught her breath. She was moaning and squirming under me. A moment later, she seemed to come to her senses and scooted away.
“Daddy…”
I sat up, my chin soaking wet. “Phew, that quenched my thirst.”
“Daddy, what the hell? You totally made me cum.”
“I was thirsty,” I said.
She was blushing as her legs closed up tight. “Daddy, you can’t do that. I’m your daughter.”
“I was just trying to swallow everything,” I said. “You told me to do what I had to do to get it all.”
“I meant the pee, not the cum too, and you know it.”
“Was it so bad?” I asked, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.
“No,” she said quietly. “I’m just… ashamed.”
“I know. But it’s survival.”
She took a deep breath. “Yeah, but I didn’t swallow your cum.”
“Why? Do you want some?” I asked, half kidding, half serious because my cock was begging for attention.
“Daddy! You are seriously way too naughty suddenly.” She shook her head, but she had a playful smile.
I chuckled. “Come on. Now that we have a little water, let’s check around the area a little more, maybe just near the edges of the woods, see if there’s anything useful.
She took a deep breath. “Yes, Daddy.”
She dressed, putting her pants on. Then we both put our shoes on and went outside. We spoke very little as we explored around the tree line, always keeping the cabin in view, peering deeper into the forest. We listened to the sounds of the forest. I was hoping to hear the sound of a stream. I remembered passing one during our frantic getaway from the bear, but I had no idea how to get back to it.
The sun was climbing higher, and the temperature was rising. Soon, we were both sweating heavily as we explored.
“Let’s go back,” I said. “It’s getting too hot.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I think I feel a little faint.”
Back in the cabin, we sat ourselves down on the floor with our backs against the wall. Conversation was still awkward, and the heat was bearing down on us.
“Baby,” I said, “I’m going to take my shirt off, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And my pants,” I said.
“Really?” she said.
“And my underwear too.”
“What?” she cried. “Daddy!”
“Look, this heat is going to make us sweat, and the more layers we have on, the worse it will be. Losing sweat is like pouring water out. We need to keep ourselves cool.”
“Okay,” she said. “So you’re going to walk around naked?”
“And so are you,” I said.
“Me?”
“Yes, both of us, nude.”
She stared at me. “But, Daddy—”
“No buts,” I said, standing up. I took my shirt off. “You’ve already seen my cock, and I saw your pussy. Modesty isn’t worth much when you’re dead. Get undressed.”
She gulped as she watched me opening my pants and unzipping them. “Yes, Daddy.”
She climbed up, and then she began unbuttoning her pants, pushing them down. I saw her panties again and couldn’t help but smile. I pushed my white underwear down and her eyes went to my cock. I saw her bite her lip and she met my eyes.
“Sorry,” she said. “I wasn’t looking.”
“You can look,” I said. “I’m going to look.”
“Daddy!” she said, her hands covering her panties.
“Baby, I was eating your pussy this morning and you were sucking my cock. Can we just be adults, please?”
“We were drinking! Don’t say it like that! It makes it sound sexual.”
“Just get undressed, babygirl.”
She sighed. “Fine.” She slipped her panties down, nice and quick, as if it was clinical, but my eyes came to her pussy between her legs as she stood up straight. And then my eyes followed her hands to her shirt. She grabbed the bottom and lifted. I hadn’t seen her breasts yet, and my eyes were eager. She pulled the shirt all the way up and over her head. I stared at her small breasts, her dark little nipples. She shyly covered them.
“Daddy, don’t stare.”
I came closer, leaning in and kissing her forehead. “You’re a beautiful young woman, babygirl.”
“Aw, Daddy,” she said. “You’re a handsome man.”
I smiled. “You have beautiful breasts and an amazing little pussy.”
“Oh my god, Daddy, you are so embarrassing. That’s dirty to say.”
“What, I can’t compliment my daughter?”
“Not about things you’re never supposed to see!”
I chuckled. “Well, now that I have seen them, I want you to know what I think.”
She bit her lower lip as she looked at me, her eyes lingering on my cock. “Thanks.”
I admit my cock was getting hard. I didn’t make any effort to hide it. I knew she could tell too, because her eyes kept going to it, watching it thicken.
“Your cock is getting harder,” she said.
I smirked and sat down against the wall. “See? That proves I wasn’t lying, beautiful breasts and amazing little pussy.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was smirking. Then she sat down in front of me. The way she sat was very enticing, with her feet planted firmly on the ground, her knees up, her legs apart, giving me ample view of her pussy. She leaned back a little, propping herself up by her hands.
“Well,” she said. “It is cooler without clothes.”
“Mmmhmm,” I said, reclining, stretching my legs out, spreading them so she was sitting between my feet, my long cock lying out on the wooden floor.
She smirked at me. “Okay, okay, fine. You have an amazing cock.”
I chuckled. “Amazing? Really?”
“Yeah, really. It’s very sexy.”
“Thank you, baby. How was it having it in your mouth?”
She blushed, running a hand through her long hair. “How was eating your daughter’s pussy?”
“Delicious.”
“Daddy!” she said. “You have to say it was, like, necessary but not bad.”
“What? I’m a man. I’m not going to lie to you. I enjoyed it. I like the taste of pussy.”
“Oh my god, Daddy.”
“How was having my cock in your mouth?”
“I don’t want to answer,” she said, looking away, but only for a moment. Her eyes came back, finding my cock. I was very hard again. It throbbed in front of her.
“Come on,” I said. “I’m just curious.”
She sighed. “Fine. I admit, when I wasn’t trying to swallow piss, it was kind of fun.”
“Fun?”
“Yes.”
“Did it turn you on?”
“Daddy, please, you’re embarrassing me,” she said.
“Your pussy was soaked when I licked it.”
“Oh my god. It was soaked because I am hot and sweaty and I probably peed myself a little. So you were tasting piss, and you liked it, weirdo.”
“Or sucking my cock made your cunt soaking wet.”
She shook her head at me. “I’m not going to admit I liked sucking daddy dick, so give up now.”
I chuckled. “Okay. Did you like sucking Keith dick?”
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe.”
“So you like sucking cock, just not daddy cock?”
“This is a messed up conversation.”
“Did you?” I asked.
“Yes, fine, yes. I liked sucking his cock. I wanted it to last longer, but he came quickly.”
I smirked. “I can’t cum from a blow job.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Really?”
I nodded. “Never have been able to. If I fuck and put it in your mouth just before I cum, I can cum like that, but just straight blow job, it’s impossible for me.”
She looked intrigued. “Why?”
I shrugged. “Dunno. I need pussy to cum.”
“Daddy, you’re so filthy.”
“Sex makes you uncomfortable?”
“Well, talking to you about it does.”
“Can you talk about this sort of thing with your girlfriends?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“So, try to talk to me about it.”
“Why?” she asked. “Why would you want to know what turns your daughter on?”
“I like to know things about you, even that. And we cracked open a door that is normally closed between a daddy and daughter, and now I’m a little curious to peer inside. Aren’t you?”
“I guess I’m a little curious.”
I nodded. “So, peer inside. Ask me a question.”
She stared at my cock for a moment. “You said earlier Mom didn’t like your cock. Why not?”
“Sex was painful for her. Every time we fucked, she’d scream and fight. I’d try to go slow, but she just didn’t enjoy it. We had sex less and less, and she appreciated women more and more.”
“Oh,” she said. “So that’s why mom turned into a lesbian. You broke her pussy.”
I chuckled. “I suppose.”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I guess I can’t blame her. I mean, Daddy, you do have a big cock. Not all girls like that.”
“What about you?” I asked.
“Daddy… Oh, god. I don’t know. I’ve never had any cock inside me.”
“And nothing else inside you?” I asked.
She covered her face with one hand. “I guess I have had other things inside me.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Daddy…”
“Come on. We have nothing better to do with our time. Tell me.”
She looked guilty. “Wanna know a secret?”
“Of course.”
“I hate cucumber.”
“But you always ask for it when—oh, my god. You make me buy you cucumber for your pussy?”
She blushed and nodded.
“So,” I said, “All those times you sent me texts, ‘Daddy, pick up cucumber for salad. Daddy, we’re out of cucumber again. Daddy, the last cucumber was too small, bigger next time please.’ All of it was going in your pussy?”
“Yeah,” she said shyly. “But they’re one-time use, you know? I can’t put it in there and then clean it off and put it back.”
I chuckled. “Why not?”
“Because you eat it, you dingbat!” she said. “I did that in the beginning, and the next day, I’d come back and find parts of it missing.”
“Jesus, you let me eat pussy-flavored cucumbers!”
“Well, that’s why I started throwing them away! You have yours in the fridge, I have mine.”
I shook my head. “You’re amazing.”
She bit her lip. “You’re not mad?”
“No of course not, babygirl. It’s cute. You’re not like your mother though. She could never take a cucumber.”
Abby grinned guiltily. “Maybe I do like big cock then.”
“You do,” I said.
“I’ll have to find a boy with a cock your size one day,” she said. “I’d kind of like one like that inside me.”
“Yeah?” I said, giving my cock a flex. Her eyes opened with it. “What about Keith?”
“Well, I’m saving my first time for him. Or I was. I mean, I am. I don’t know. He’s sending out mixed signals.”
“Hmm,” I said.
“Daddy, why aren’t you out having sex with more women?” she asked. “You’re a sexy man, and you have a beautiful cock. You realize you could fuck just about any girl you wanted to, right?”
I laughed. “Wow, thanks.”
“I’m serious.”
My smile lessened. “I’m waiting for you to finish school.”
“I did finish school.”
“College.”
“But I’ll be living at home for four more years. You can’t wait so long.”
“It’s fine, Abby.”
“Daddy, you need a girlfriend.”
“I need my daughter to focus on school. I don’t need our home life interrupted by some woman who you will probably hate.”
“Who says I’ll hate her?”
“Movies, TV, books.”
“Daddy, I want you to be happy.”
“And I want you to be focused.”
She smiled at me, her knees closing a little. “You’re a good daddy.”
“You’re a good daughter.”
“How about we eat our last two granola bars?” she asked.
“Sure.”
We ate our granola bars in silence, savoring each bite. After this, we had nothing. Neither of us said it, it but we were thinking it. We would soon be starving, and we couldn’t live on piss alone.
We lounged around naked all evening, talking about work, school, her friends, movies. However, we had changed positions, lying on the fur with our eyes on the ceiling, not on each other’s nude bodies. It was too distracting, and I was tired of being hard and not being able to do anything about it.
As the sun went down, we lit a fire for light and decided to sleep. We had nothing else to do, after all.
I climbed into the fur “bed,” and Abby followed. We were both nude. I wrapped my arms around her, spooning her sexy little body, my cock flat up against her back, hard and throbbing. I knew she felt it, but she said nothing, only…
“Goodnight, Daddy.”
“Goodnight, babygirl.”
Eventually my cock gave up the fight and softened up and I fell asleep. In the morning, we woke to a dead fire and warm weather. We threw the fur off us to let our skin breathe and lied on our backs, staring at the ceiling.
“We’ll be rescued today, right, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby, I’m sure of it.”
“I’m scared,” she said softly. “No food, no water.”
“We’re going to make it. Have faith.”
“I’m so thirsty again.”
“I know, me too,” I said. “Do you, uh, have to pee?”
She bit her lip and looked at me, turning her head. “Yes. You?”
“Yeah.”
She sighed. “It tastes so gross. I don’t know if I can do it again, Daddy.”
“Hmm,” I mumbled. “Remember what I told you the other day, about that survival technique?”
“What was it?”
“The one where, uh, the guy puts a tube up his ass and ingests water in his rectum rather than drink it?”
“Oh,” she said. “Wait, I don’t get it. How would we do that? We don’t have any tube—oh my god, Daddy.”
“I’m just thinking out loud, babygirl,” he said.
“You’re thinking of fucking me in the ass is what you’re doing,” she said.
“Okay, don’t be so crass. I’m not going to fuck you in the ass. I was going to suggest simply sliding my cock into your asshole and peeing so you can absorb the water.”
“God, Daddy,” she said, covering her face. “I’m trying to save my virginity for Keith, you know?”
“You’d still be a virgin after that.”
“Well, technically, but if I was a gay guy, it would be considered sex, right? So if I’m a girl, it’s like sex, right?”
“I, I mean, I guess technically, but only anal sex. Girls have two virginities.”
“You’re okay with having anal sex with your daughter?” she asked.
“I’m not having sex. I’m inserting something into your ass.”
“Yeah, your cock.”
“All right, forget it. I’m just trying to keep you alive.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said. “I know it’s not sexual, but it sorta is. I mean, even when I had your cock in my mouth, I was sucking it.”
“I know, baby.”
She was nibbling on her lip, staring at the ceiling. She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest, blocking my view of all her sexy bits, all except her back, which I could see straight down, the bumps of her spine, and her ass crack. In truth, I had considered this all through the night, the possibility of fucking her in the ass. It was shameful to think such things. I was almost glad she had refused. Almost.
“Daddy,” she said, “does it hurt to have a cock in your ass?”
“Well, I wouldn’t know, but I assume a little,” I said, sitting up, not bothering to hide my cock.
“But some girls like it, right? And gay guys must like it.”
“That’s true,” I said. “You might like it.”
She swallowed. “Well, it’s almost more wrong if I like it.”
“Well, look, I can’t put my cock in your ass unless my cock is hard, so in a way, I have to like it, because if I’m not hard, I can’t get in.”
“Oh.”
“Not that I’m saying it’ll be hard to not like it,” I added.
She took a deep breath. “I really have to pee too.”
“Can I drink it?”
She looked at me and then she nodded a little. “Yes, if you want. Will you do like you did yesterday, make me cum again?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Daddy, don’t make me say it.”
“Yes, I will make you cum. It’s more fluid for me.”
She gulped. “Okay, but will you do it after you fuck me in the ass?”
My eyes opened wider. “You want me to?”
“Yes, just long enough to pee in my butt, then you gotta take it out.”
“Of course, baby.”
She sighed. “Okay. And then after, if you make me cum, it will take my mind off how much it’s gonna hurt, because I can tell from the size of your cock, it is gonna be bad.”
“I’ll go slowly.”
“Okay. So, how do we get started?”
“Well, first I need to get hard,” I said, though my cock was already waking at the thought of being stuffed inside my daughter’s ass.
“Do you want me to put it in my mouth again?”
I stared at her. I was about to tell her that I would have to stroke it for a few minutes, but this was even better.
“Would you do that?”
She nodded. “I can. Stand up.”
I stood up, my heavy cock hanging between my legs. She was up on her knees, her legs spread apart. She reached up, gently wrapping her hand aground my cock.
“Okay here I go,” she said.
“Okay,” I said.
She opened her mouth and in went my cockhead. I sighed in contentment. She quickly pulled her mouth away.
“You’re not gonna pee in my mouth again, right?”
I chuckled. “No, it’s going in your ass.”
“Okay, just making sure you don’t let any out. I don’t want to taste it again.”
“I know, baby,” I said, putting my hand on her head. “Just suck on Daddy’s cock so we can get this over with.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She wrapped her little lips around my cockhead and started sucking, letting her tongue do the work of pleasing my shaft. My eyes fluttered as I combed my fingers through her hair.
“That’s good, baby,” I said.
My cock was hardening fast, getting longer and longer. She was stroking it back and forth as she sucked on the head, driving her lips down deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, yes,” I said, swaying on my feet from the pleasure.
She looked up at me as she sucked. I smiled down at her. I didn’t know how I’d ever look at her again without remembering the way she looked up at me while sucking my cock. Our relationship would certainly never be the same again.
She pulled her mouth off. “Daddy, you’re really hard. Is that good enough to fuck my asshole?”
“Yes, baby, I think I can get into your asshole like this,” I said.
“Okay,” she said. She turned around and went down on all fours, her knees spreading apart. “Tell me what to do, because I’m not used to this.”
“Just try to relax and let me do what I have to do. Don’t struggle or pull away from me, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said.
I was down on one knee behind her. I grabbed my cock and angled the mushroom head toward her asshole. I spit on her little puckered star and then smeared the spit with my cockhead. I gave her little asshole a push to test her, and she immediately pulled away.
“Abby.”
“Sorry, Daddy. God, that’s a big scary cock.”
I held her hip with one hand and rubbed my cockhead against her asshole with the other, poking at her little star.
“Stay still,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
I gave her little asshole a hard push, but she moved again, and my cockhead slipped down between her legs, the tip sliding along her pussy lips.
“Whoa, what the fuck!” she said, turning her head around.
“Hey, that was your fault,” I said. “I told you to stay still.”
“Don’t put it in my pussy, Daddy.”
“I’m not.”
She took a deep breath and turned back. She pushed her backside toward me and wiggled her behind. Her pussy briefly brushed up against my cock, her lips getting my shaft wet. She glanced back at me and blushed.
“Face down,” I said.
She put her face down. I reached forward and grabbed one of her wrists, yanking it back behind her, holding it.
“Daddy!”
“Just let me get in your ass.”
I spit on her asshole one more time and then repositioned my cockhead. Once lined up, I leaned into her. My cockhead violated her little shit hole and I opened her up, spearing my way inside.
“Ow, fuck!” she screamed.
I grabbed her wrist tight and kept her from moving. “Stay.”
“Ow! Ow, okay I don’t like this!”
“Shh, shh.”
“Take it out! I’ll drink it!”
“Hush, it’s not moving. Just let your asshole adjust to it,” I said, letting my cockhead stay lodged in her asshole.
“Fuck, oh fuck me,” she said
I almost took that as an invitation. “Baby, rub your pussy with your hand.”
“What?” she said.
“Rub your pussy, massage your clit. It will take your mind off the pain.”
“Daddy, this feels so wrong.”
“Baby, it’s already happening. Just do as you’re told.”
“Can’t you pee yet?”
“I need to go a little deeper or it’ll spill out. Rub your pussy.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, reaching down with her free hand, her face bent awkwardly on the fur rug. She began rubbing her pussy slit.
“I’m going to push my cock in deeper, okay, baby?” I said.
“Yes, fine, just shove it in and start peeing!”
I grabbed her hips, both sides, and drove my cock in nice and deep, groaning while my daughter screamed and whimpered. I was soon balls deep in her asshole. I felt her fingertips touch my balls as she worked that cunt.
“Fuck, Daddy!”
“God, that feels good.”
“Pee! God, pee in me already!”
“Just, just give me a minute. I’m too hard to piss. Let my cock calm down.”
“God, hurry,” she said, furiously rubbing her clit.
I took a few calming breaths, but every time my cock throbbed in her asshole, it felt incredible. “Baby, I think we have a problem.”
“What?” she said impatiently.
“I can’t piss like this. I’m just way too hard.”
“You were this hard when you pissed in my mouth!”
“No, I wasn’t this hard, and your asshole is tighter than your mouth. You’re strangling my cock.”
“Oh, gee, I’m so sorry I have a tight asshole and pissing in me is inconvenient!” she said. “Fuck! Daddy, just take it out then.”
“I have another idea. I’m gonna give you some extra fluids, okay?”
“Huh?”
“Daddy’s going to…” I started to gently rock my cock inside her ass, just a little bit in and out. “… Daddy’s going to cum in your little asshole, okay?”
“What?” she cried. “Are you kidding me?”
“No, baby. You’ll get extra fluids, and once I cum, my cock will soften, and then I can pee.”
“Daddy, no!” she cried as my cock started sliding in and out of her little asshole. “Fuck, Daddy, you’re splitting me open!”
“Baby, it’s the only way. Fuck, it feels so good, it won’t take long. It’s been so long since I’ve cum. Please be a good girl and just let Daddy fuck.”
“God, fuck, Daddy.”
I grunted, pushing into her asshole again, harder this time, making her cry out.
“Not so hard!”
“The harder I go, the faster I cum,” I said.
“God, fuck! Then fuck the shit out of me and get it over with!” she said.
I held tight to her hips and took her advisement, pulling back and then ramming into her. She screamed as her face was driven into the fur. She reached back and grabbed at me, but I kept fucking, thrusting in and out of her tight asshole. It was the most amazing feeling I could remember in a long time. My ex had certainly never let me fuck her in the ass, and I hadn’t had sex in years.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum!” I said.
“Good, fucking cum in me!” she said. “Cum, Daddy, please! Ow, my asshole hurts so much!”
“I know, baby, Daddy knows,” I said. My thrusting was speeding up, going in quick, rapid, short strokes, building my orgasm. My balls tightened. She screamed with me as I came in her asshole. My long shaft was buried way back deep inside her. I was groaning as my thrusts slowed, her twitching asshole draining my balls—it was thirsty too.
“God, yes.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she whined.
I soon stopped thrusting, leaving my cock buried inside her asshole. It was twitching as cum oozed out.
“Are you done? My asshole feels so warm and wet.”
“I haven’t peed yet.”
“This is so gross.”
“Just give me a minute to let my cock soften up.”
We waited a minute, a long minute, my cock throbbing and softening inside her ass. I was trying to pressure my bladder to let go. I really did have to pee. My daughter stayed still, just breathing slowly with her face on the rug. She was still massaging her pussy here and there, letting out soft moans she was trying to hide.
Soon, the pressure on my cock eased and I felt a stream of piss leak out, slipping into my daughter’s ass, followed to a torrential flood of piss pouring into her.
“Oh, fuck.”
“God, I feel it,” she said.
I kept pissing, but even as I finished, before I could pull my softening cock out of my daughter’s ass, I heard the door open. My daughter lifted her head off the rug. I raised my eyes from looking at her asshole. Standing in the doorway was a park ranger, his flashlight on us.
“Oh, god,” she said. “We’re saved.”
“Oh, fuck,” I said.
I yanked my cock out of my daughter’s asshole and stood up, grabbing my pants. “Hello!”
“Sir?” the ranger said. “Ma’am?”
Both my daughter and I tried to dress as the ranger stared at us, his flashlight adding light from the dim morning sky. Once we were back in our jeans and shirts, I tried to explain.
“Uh, uh, I can explain.”
“Are you Barry Griffin and Abby Griffin?”
“Yes,” I said. “I know it looked like we were doing something weird, but we were, uh, surviving.”
The park ranger put away his flashlight. “We got a report you two were lost at this location.”
“We are!” Abby said. “Please, get us out of here.”
“Ma’am, are you here by choice?”
“Huh? Oh yeah. This is my Daddy. He got us lost.”
“Not intentionally! And, and we were surviving on bodily fluids,” I explained to the ranger. “I wasn’t doing what it looked like I was doing.”
The man nodded slowly. “The ol’ pissing in the ass technique, huh? Yup, my Boy Scout leader taught me that one on more than one occasion.”
“Uh… really?” I said.
“Yup,” the ranger said. “Saved my life at summer camp when we ran out of water down by the lake.”
“Wait, what?” Abby said.
“Anyway, you two want to get out of here? My truck is just five minutes away.”
“Yes!” Abby and I said together.
“All right, follow me,” he said. “By the way, either of you see a panda out here? One escaped from the zoo.”
“I knew it was a panda!” I said.
A short while later, Abby and I were riding along bumpy roads, sipping on bottled water. Neither of us were speaking, just staring out the windows. The ranger dropped us off at my car an hour later and away we went. We stopped for lunch at the first fast food place we found, feeding our hungry bellies and downing bottle after bottle of water. My daughter went to the bathroom two times before we were back on the road again.
My sister was relieved to see us when we pulled up, giving us both hugs and asking what happened. We told her that she saved our lives when she sent that park ranger out to us. It was evening by this point though, and we weren’t much in the mood for talking, and needless to say, we left the pissing and anal fucking parts out of the story.
Abby immediately retreated to take a shower and then vanished into her bedroom. I showered as well soon after, washing the filth of the days off my body, and scrubbing my cock, remembering where it had been, and savoring the memory.
I climbed into my bed tired and sore and naked, just a sheet and a cool breeze coming from the open window. I would have fallen asleep immediately, but I heard a soft knock on my door, so soft I wasn’t sure it was real.
“Come in?” I said.
My door opened and in came Abby, wearing a one piece nightgown that went down to her thighs, all white and lacy. She crept over to my bedside on bare feet.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, kiddo. How are you feeling?”
“Better. Alive. Scared.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah, and… confused.”
“Oh?”
“Scared, because I faced death, you know? I really thought I was going to die, but I’m alive, I’m here.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. Do you want to sit down?”
I scooted over on the bed and she sat on the edge. I kept the sheet close around me so she wouldn’t see my cock… again.
“Keith didn’t text me,” she said. “Not once. I was off dying, and he couldn’t even be bothered to check up on me to see if I was alive or dead, nothing.”
“Well, he didn’t know,” I said.
She shook her head. “I don’t care about him anymore.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
She smiled at me in the dark. “Thank you for saving my life, even if it was really gross.”
“Well, you’re welcome, but I think if I had just waited, we might have avoided all of that.”
“Well, you didn’t know either,” she said.
I nodded. “I… I regret how far I took things though. The, uh, the anal sex. I never should have done that with you.”
She looked away in the dark. “That’s what I’m confused about.”
“Oh.” I gulped. “I hope this doesn’t ruin your relationship with me. I did take it too far, but, but…” I didn’t know what to say, I had no excuse.
“But you liked it?” she said.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t admit it.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I liked it, even though it hurt like hell.”
“You did?”
“It made my pussy so wet. I was rubbing it with my fingers, thinking how wrong it was, but I almost came.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” she said. She chuckled a little. “And I thought, ‘I can’t cum yet, Daddy needs to drink so he can survive, but it’s going to feel amazing when he eats my pussy again.'”
I swallowed. “Wow. I wish that ranger had come half an hour later.”
“Me too. But an hour would’ve been even better.”
“An hour?” I said.
She nodded. “Daddy, I told you, I was scared I was going to die a virgin. While you were trying to get in my ass, when your cock slipped and touched my pussy, it turned me on so much. I felt my pussy dripping juice right down my thighs. I was so horny.”
I sat up to see my daughter better in the dark. “Baby, did you want me to fuck you in that cabin?”
She said nothing, but I saw her nod. “I wish that ranger had been slower. I wanted to get fucked like it was my last day on earth.”
“Life is dangerous, sweetheart. Every day could be your last day on earth.”
“Daddy, that’s an awful thing to say to your daughter,” she said, but she was leaning closer on the bed.
I reached up, putting my hand on the side of her head. “It is, unless my daughter wants to feel alive tonight.”
She gulped, her breath hitting my face as my lips hovered in front of hers. “And if I do? What about the fact that you’re my daddy?”
“It’s survival,” I said. “If you need me to feel alive, if you need Daddy dick, you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t give you, babygirl.”
My daughter suddenly kissed me, right on the lips, which kind of annoyed me because I wanted to kiss her first, but nevertheless, we kissed, our lips intermingling, our tongues caressing, our moans deafening.
“Daddy,” she said breathlessly.
“Babygirl,” I said, spinning her around on the bed and laying her on her back. Her legs started to open, her white nightgown lifting. By the moonlight through the open window, I could see she wore no panties, and her pussy was freshly shaven. “Fuck,” I said.
“Bring me to life, Daddy,” she said in my mouth, pulling me down into a kiss.
I eagerly grasped her nightgown, yanking it up and pulling it off over her head, breaking our kiss so I could feast my eyes on her nude body, cursing the moon for not granting me more light. My daughter reached out, finding my cock and taking hold of it, tugging on it and feeling it grow harder in her hand.
“God, my perfect daddy with the amazing cock,” she said. “I knew the moment I saw it, it was perfect, and I hated that you had it.”
“You hated it?”
“Because it was so tempting but off limits.”
“Fuck the limits,” I said.
“Mmm, yes, fuck the limits,” she said, and we kissed again.
I crawled between her legs, and her legs spread wider to welcome me. My hand found her pussy, and the back of my fingers grazed it, finding it dripping wet, spilling out of her little hole and soaking her outer pussy lips.
“Fuck, you are ready for this, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been rubbing my pussy for thirty minutes debating whether or not to come in here,” she said. “Guess you know how that turned out.”
“I’m proud that I’ve raised you to make the best decisions in life.”
I came closer, bringing my cockhead right up to her pussy lips. I held my shaft and dragged the tip along her pussy lips, up and down. She tilted her head back and moaned out.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy, please don’t tease me,” she said. “I told you that I teased myself already. I just want you inside me. Please, take my pussy so I know I’m alive.”
“Your pussy is mine, babygirl,” I said, driving my cock into her. She cried out and I put my hand over her mouth to quiet her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as my shaft burrowed into her cunt, her breath hot against my hand. “Shh, your aunt will hear.”
She nodded and I took my hand away. “Kiss me so I have somewhere to moan.”
I kissed her and I felt her hot moans in my mouth as my cock withdrew and pushed back up inside her, grinding against her cervix. She bit my lip and I felt her legs coil around me and her nails dig into my back.
“Dear fucking god, your cock is a mean cucumber!”
I chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Stay away from the fresh produce from now on. If you need to cum, come to Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy!” she said eagerly, grabbing my waist. I felt her begin to grind toward my cock as I thrust into her. We met in the middle, both moaning. This type of sex was a new experience for me, my partner eagerly taking my big long fat cock instead of trying to get away from it. I eagerly gave her more cock and she took it, even when it hurt. She held her cries and kissed me instead.
“I love fucking you, Daddy!” she said. “Can we keep doing it? Please. Don’t stop when we leave here. I need it to survive.”
“Fuck, yes, babygirl. Daddy will keep you alive-and-well with cock, as much as you need, okay?”
“Okay, yes, yes!” she cried, her head rolling back. “Daddy, can I rub my clit and cum with your fat cock in me?”
“Yes, show me how you cum, babygirl.”
My little girl put her hand on her pussy, her fingers straddling my cock, and started rubbing her clit furiously as my shaft slid in and out of her cunt. She was getting louder now, but I let it go. I’d make up something tomorrow for my sister if she heard anything. Instead, I kept my eyes on my daughter’s face as she neared her orgasm, her mouth hanging open, her breath hard and fast, her eyes wild. And then she cried out, and I felt her pussy gush warm fluid on my shaft. I glanced down and gave her cunt a hard thrust which made her groan louder. Her legs pinched closed, but I pushed them apart and thrust into her again.
“God, fuck, Daddy!” she said. “I’m so sensitive!”
“Daddy’s going to give you some more fluids, okay, babygirl?”
“Huh? No, not in my pussy, Daddy!”
“Yes, in your pussy,” I said quickly, my breathing speeding up, my thrusts matching.
“Oh, god, Daddy, no.”
“Don’t tell me no,” I growled at her, thrusting harder. “Beg for my cum in your pussy.”
She whimpered. “Cum in my pussy, Daddy. Fill me with lots of warm cum so I don’t get thirsty. Use my pussy, Daddy, please. Keep using it.”
“Fuck, oh, fuck, yes!” I growled and came in her pussy, moaning as I thrust harder and faster, emptying semen inside her. My cum kept pumping out of my balls, draining into her. My head felt light as I emptied my heavy sack. I groaned and settled down on top of her. I wrapped my arms around her and then rolled us both around so she was on top. She settled on my chest, my cock still stuck inside her pussy. I gave her a few gentle thrusts upward, making her moan and gasp.
“Daddy…”
“Fuck, babygirl, your pussy is amazing.”
“My pussy is probably pregnant,” she said.
“We’ll get you something for that in the morning,” I said, sighing in contentment. “I needed that.”
She smirked at me in the dark. “You’re a beast, Daddy.”
I grinned. “Yes. You escaped a bear in the forest, only to find a beast in the bedroom.”
She kissed my lips. “My daddy beast.”
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