Father camps & connects with daughter’s college roommate

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“Oooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuck!” She held my head tight against her pussy. I continued to move my tongue over her little bud, but much more lightly knowing how sensitive a woman’s clit gets with an orgasm. She continued to tremble and I licked her a little faster and she came again. She pushed my head away and thanked me for making her feel so wonderful. I stood and kissed her and gave her a taste of the mixture of her juices and my cum.

“We better get washed and get back …. we’ve been here too long.” I told her. She just nodded her head.

I retrieved the soap and washed her all over — savoring the exquisite feel of her young supple body. She shivered as I ran my soapy fingers down her slit … all the way to her opening. I inserted my fingers and felt her shudder as I finger fucked her.

She returned the favor and soaped me up and scrubbed me all over, though she used her mouth to clean my cock. After cumming three times in a few hours, I couldn’t even get hard.

We dried off and dressed then headed through the thick woods back toward the campsite.

“I want to fuck you all week end, Jack.” She said in a soft sexy voice. “I don’t know how we’ll do it, but I am going to have you more than once before we leave Monday.”

I just smiled at her, put my arm around her as we walked and leaned over and kissed her to let her know it was fine by me.

After we returned to the camper, I hung up our wet towels and put water on for coffee. Helen, mercifully, was still very much sound asleep. She always liked to sleep late when camping and, thankfully, this time was no exception. I quietly went into the camper and moved all the junk that had been tossed on the other bed and arranged a couple blankets and a pillow there to make it look like someone had slept there, and I went back outside.

I got the campfire going again while I waited for the water to boil. As soon as I heard the kettle start to sing, I turned the burner down low and made coffee for Tara and me. We sat around the campfire and just relaxed. I couldn’t take my eyes of the beautiful creature with wet hair sitting across from me that had turned my night into a dream come true.

Emily and Amy came tromping up the path about an hour later.

“Hey, Tara … what happened to you last night?”

“I heard a bear … I … I was ah … scared … terrified. I ran up here and your dad let me sleep in the camper with …”

I had to jump into the conversation fast since Tara did not know I had arranged things to look like she’d slept at the other end of the camper. I was afraid she was going to blurt out she’d slept with me.

“Yeah girls, I made up the other bed for Tara. She was literally shaking with fright when she came up last night.” I said, and it was no lie … as far as it went.

“Oh geeez Tara … I told you the bears aren’t any big deal around here.” Amy said very sarcastically to her friend.

“Hey Amy, cut her a break. She’s never been out in the wild before … camping, or whatever … and she really was scared. So just back off, OK?”

“OK Dad … geeez!”

I made the kids breakfast and as we were finishing up, Helen came out, still in her long flannel nightgown. She yawned and stretched.

“How’re you all doin’ this beautiful morning?” She asked, addressing the question to no one in particular.

“Fine dear … you want some coffee?” I said and give her quick good morning kiss like I always do first thing each morning.

“Oh yes … that sounds wonderful.” She said.

I had the pot over a low flame so the water was still doing a slow boil. I had her coffee ready in a jiffy. I handed her the cup and sat next to her and enjoyed the warmth of the fire.

“How did you sleep last night, dear? I slept like the dead … I feel so rested this morning … I just love this clean fresh air.” Helen said.

“Pretty good. That is, until Tara came up from the tent.” I replied.

“Oh? What was wrong?”

“I heard a bear outside our tent last night Mrs. B___.” Tara jumped in on the conversation. “I was so terrified … so I ran up here and asked Mr. B___ if I could sleep in the camper.”

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