Chapter 8

Max pulled the camper into position and looked around. If his family was across the ravine with the crowd, he wasn't about to chase them. Getting the big vehicle through the loose sand and across the dip took too much out of him. Besides, he was beginning to feel his drinks.

He decided to take a nap. He'd hardly gotten snuggled down into the bunk when the door opened. He looked up groggily.

"Hi, Sally. SALLY! Where are the rest of your clothes? What are you doing running around like that?"

"Sally, Sally, that's all I hear," she grumbled. "Move over, Dad, I'm cold." She slipped under the blanket with him.

He pulled her up to his chest, feeling her shiver. Whatever the problem, he couldn't keep his mind on it, he was far too sleepy. His eyelids dropped.

He was vaguely aware of his daughter wriggling around, out of the covers and then returning.

"Gotta go to sleep," he mumbled.

"That's okay, Daddy, I won't bother you," she said sweetly. Her throat was dry from running, and she'd spotted a tumbler of fragrant liquid standing by the bunk. It was the Damiana he'd poured for Helen. Sally tasted it. It burned and made a hot ball in her tummy, but she liked it. She kept on sipping until the glass was empty.

Max had stripped to his undershorts, along with pouring the potent liqueur, in anticipation of Helen's return. When he felt his daughter snuggle against his back, wrapping herself spoon-fashion around him, he thought gratefully that he was too tight and sleepy to become roused. All the same her warm belly on his back and her legs and tits pressed against him gave him a comfortable pleasure. He drifted off to sleep.

"Ouch!" he said moments later, looking up groggily. "That happens to be fastened to my chest, young lady!" She was pulling on tufts of chest hair.

"Sorry, Daddy," she said cheerfully. "Go back to sleep."

The sleep that washed over him was full of erotic dreams. The pretty little Rosalia was kneeling before him, telling him how much she loved his cock. She pumped the long white shaft and rubbed the cream-oozing glans. Her big black eyes rolled up at him, her eyelashes dark on her creamy olive skin. She licked her lips as she looked at his stiff-standing cock, and though she didn't say anything, he could read it on her face. She really loved his dick, wanted to play with .it, suck it, put out her tongue and taste it. His penis was rock hard, fully erect. The foreskin had become a roll of tissue around the base of the flaming scarlet head.

"You want to suck, fuck, go 'round the world?" she cooed in her lilting Spanish accent. "Whatever you want, I want, too."

Max moved luxuriously in his sleep, glad that he'd finally given in to the lascivious little girl. Somehow he knew he didn't have to pay her as other men did, she was doing this for love-love of his huge throbbing, hot uncircumcised cock.

His penis kept changing its angle, rising and falling slightly. Rosalia cupped his testes with one hand, grasping the shaft with the other. Her tongue darted out to taste it, to lick off the drop of semen standing on the tip.

She was such a tease! She tickled his balls, ran her tongue down the thick blue vein on the shaft, put her red pretty hps around his aching cockhead, and then pulled away, laughing.

"You want it," she whispered seductively. "You want Rosalia to suck your cock? How you say, give you head? Tell me, baby!"

"Yes! I want it," he mumbled. "You little cock teaser, do it to me!"

She laughed again, but her mouth was flooded with saliva so it burbled on her lips. She couldn't pretend any more, couldn't keep on teasing him. Her dripping mouth closed over his cock. Her fingers cupped his balls, one in the palm of each hand.

"Arrrrrrrggghhh," he growled.

A giggle and a childish voice penetrated his dreams. "You make such funny noises, Daddy!"

He came awake and discovered that his daughter was playing with his cock.

"Damn it, Sally! What are you doing?" It was an asinine question, he had to admit. What she was doing was holding his penis in one hand while she excited it with the other. She'd pulled back the wrinkled foreskin and exposed the sensitive head. Her fingers trailed over the eye, smearing slick dampness around. No wonder he had such sexy dreams!

"I just, uh, I feel safer holding onto you," she said plaintively. "But I'm sorry I woke you up."

Safer? His sozzled brain couldn't cope with that. He lay there quietly, not objecting when she ran her fingers over his hairy balls and planted wet kisses on the back of his neck. He'd gotten himself into this situation, it wasn't Sally's fault. And it did feel nice to have her petting his balls and cock, and snuggling up so warmly to his back.

It was all Helen's fault, he thought unreasonably. Why was she not here when he needed her? When he'd even gone to the trouble of getting the aphrodisiac liqueur and, his eyes went to the empty glass.

"Sally, there was a glassful here-"

"I drank it, Daddy. I was cold. It sure made me feel nice and warm, I like it! What is it?"

"Never mind," he thought resignedly. No wonder the little girl was so excited and uninhibited! Even if it really didn't turn you on, she wasn't used to drinking booze.

"See, I did it!" Sally chortled happily. "I made you all nice and hard, Dad!"

As if he didn't know it! He was in a state of full tumescence, just as he'd dreamed of being. But it wasn't any little black-eyed whore who'd done it, but his own sweet innocent daughter. Now he knew he should get up and make Sally get dressed, but oh Lord, it felt so good! Just for a minute, he told himself, while she ran her hands up and down the thickened staff.

"It's so big," she sighed. "Bigger than... I'd forgotten how big it got." He'd hear about her and Tim soon enough; she sensed this was not the time to tell him.

What Sally couldn't figure out was why grownups weren't fucking all the time. Of course they had to do things like go to work, and prepare meals, and so on. But how could Mom and Dad sit evening after evening watching some stupid television show, when they could be .enjoying this delightful pastime? Or even if they did watch TV, couldn't they be naked and in one chair, and playing with each other's bodies? It was one more unexplainable factor about becoming adult. In fact, when she considered it seriously, she wished she didn't have to grow up any more than she was, not if it meant acting proper and not holding each other while naked when you wanted to.

She was quite sure she'd want to, all the time. After all, she'd spent the whole afternoon making love with her brother, and here she was still hot and horny!

"What if your mother comes in," he said in a wishywashy kind of way.

"Ummmmm. She's somewhere with Tim." At least she hoped to God Tim was keeping her occupied, smoothing her down. He always did it so we.., she was happy to leave him to it.

Daddy was almost as excited as she was, maybe more. His dumb, grown-up attitude was weakening. She could feel his enormous organ twitch in her hands, so no matter what he said she knew what he really wanted to do.

And she wanted the same thing, and this time she meant to have it. She was sure her little cunt was stretched out to twice the size it'd been the day before. But she had no way of telling him about it, she'd simply have to demonstrate.

"Well, settle down and let me sleep," he grumbled. If he had any sense he'd throw her out of here, or get up himself and go out into the sane world, surround himself with other people. But his inner war, between what he thought he should do and what he really wanted to do, left him immobilized somewhere in the middle. His balls were ready to burst, his bloated cock was hot and throbbing. He wanted to ram it into her, to roll her over and force those delicate legs apart and separate the lips of her pussy with his fingers, and-but this was insanity! She was a virginal girl, not yet thirteen years old! She was his daughter,!

"I'm sorry, Daddy, to keep on bothering you. But I feel so funny again. You know, like I felt the other night?" When he didn't answer, she went on to explain helpfully. "Do you remember, Daddy, the night we stayed in the hotel? And you and I came out to the camper? I explained how I felt funny down here." She took his hand and twisted it back, and in between her legs.

Remorse swept over him. Of course he remembered even if he wished he could forget. She was suffering, she was horny, she didn't understand. Her little twat was hot and wet. Maybe he'd better play with her one more time, kiss her pussy, lick her little bud, so she could relax. It was no kind of final answer, but it was the best he could do for her at the moment.

"Poor little girl!" He turned on the narrow bunk and pulled the covers back. She'd wriggled out of her jeans, all she'd been wearing. He didn't have to spread her legs, she'd done it herself. Her lightly fuzzed pussy shoved itself onto his hand.

"Ohhhh, Daddy, that feels so good," she murmured as his hand stroked the inside of her fat pussy lips, and gently rubbed her clit. But she knew this wasn't enough, not any more. With a quick movement, she pulled away and reversed herself.

"It needs to be kissed," she said. "And besides, this time I want to make you feel better, too."

Max suspended thought when he smelled and felt the juicy young pussy on his face. His lips brushed against the tiny curls of her bush and his tongue flicked against the firm bud poking out of her slit. When she moaned her pleasure, he lapped harder, his tongue wiping the steamy entry and vibrating rapidly on her upraised clit.

She toyed with his cock, not ready yet to suck it. She'd already learned it was better sometimes to wait, to take turns, and at the same time keep her partner aroused. While his tongue snaked deliciously through her hot pink folds, hers slithered along the papery-skinned fat shaft of his cock. She mewled and jammed her face tight against him, trying to tell him wordlessly that she wanted more than she had. The little twitchings of her hips and fluttering of her labia were encouragement for him to penetrate her cunt, and her message got through.

Of course Max was confused. His tongue pushed at the small wet indentation just as it had before, but this time actually poked inside her steaming passage. He didn't have much time or inclination to think, but the thought passed through his mind that she'd been masturbating heavily. It was the only reason he could find for the openness of her cunt.

In any case, he probed her slick hole with his stiff tongue while she incited him on with quick little pelvic movements. It was fantastically exciting to discover his tongue plunging all the way to the roots, tightly captured and squeezed by her wet inner walls. He tongue-fucked her furiously, while she wrapped her legs around his throat in a stranglehold.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Sally yelped. "OWWWWWW!" Her immature body rocked and shook with the force of her orgasm, as she squealed happily and bounced her oozing snatch on his face.

He was still tonguing her, relieved and happy that he'd made her cum, hardly yet thinking of himself when she fastened her mouth around the hot heavy head of his cock and sucked it vigorously.

"Sally baby, oh, Sally," he groaned.

Lost in mindless lust, he began feeding his cock into her eager wet mouth, jabbing the soft tissues while her tongue curled and her busy mouth sucked. Sally grinned around his hot meat. Some deep feminine instinct told her this was the time, the moment she'd been waiting for. He was too far gone, she knew, to put up an argument. His body wouldn't let him pull away, or at least it would be slow-slow enough to be too late.

Like a slim wriggling fish in water, and as much in her own element as the fish, she pulled back from his cock. While he was stunned and gasping, she quickly straddled his body and pointed his bulbous cockhead up into her own avid cunt. Her hips twisted, her hands guided and in an instant she was sliding down his massive rigid pole.

"NO! SALLY, NO!" Seconds too late he was shouting at her. But even while he said no, his body was saying yes. He knew with a kind of joyous despair that it was no use fighting her any more. She was smiling at him, laughing even, though her face had a taut strained look.

"Holy shit!" Sally borrowed her brother's favorite phrase to describe the way she felt. She'd known his cock was big but she hadn't realized how big! She didn't want to admit she couldn't take it, or act afraid, but for several long breathless moments she thought she'd be split in two. Her cunt was thoroughly and completely stuffed, her belly pooched out, her pussy lips were spread and stretched to the utmost. All she could do was sit and gasp, hoping things would get better.

And they did, very quickly. Somehow her tight little womb accommodated itself to the huge invader. Her elastic flesh subsided from its painful aching and poured out a flood of lubricating fluids to oil the way. From the hot cockhead butting on her cervix to the thick shaft separating her labia, a wonderful tingling warmth grew and spread.

"Yeah, yeah," she moaned with hardly a grimace. She made a small tentative movement and found that she could raise up a little, and down again. Ecstasy stabbed through her.

His jaw dropping open, Max stared in astonishment. As yet he hadn't gone past shock and disbelief. His little virginal daughter? How was it possible? How was it possible? She was tight, she was sure as hell tight, but somehow she'd managed it. He'd have sworn she had a hymen but where was it?

"Be careful, sweets," he begged. "You'll hurt yourself.

She answered in a tiny voice. "It's all right, Dad. Just don't move too fast, okay?"

Max gawked at the slim little body, the high-set perky tits, the pretty but childish face. Wasn't this what he'd been wanting all along? His yen for Rosalia had only been a substitute for desires he was afraid to name. Talk about fantasies, this was one come true.

Moving in a blissful dream, Sally began to slide up and down on the enormous pole. When she bounced down, the effect on her cervix was like a hard but enjoyable blow. She was in a fever of excitement, tingling from head to toe.

The lust surging through him tried to tell Max he should throw her down, or at least on her side, so he could take charge and fuck into her as furiously as he wanted. But the knowledge that this was his precious little daughter stopped him. Instead, he told himself, he'd follow her lead. He wouldn't give in to the roaring animal inside his loins. His hands grabbed folds of the sleeping bag until his knuckles were white. Jesus, it was so heavenly, it was the best thing ever happened to him.

But he could, and did, reach for her slim body and pull it down on him. Her tits ground into his chest, and the sheen of sweat covering her body made them smack wetly together. He cradled her in his arms and covered her damp face with damper kisses. He let his hips move now in a slow controlled motion, his thick cudgel plowing wetly into her. He was delighted to feel her outer pussy lips flutter, tightening then unclenching. The little darling, she knew more by instinct than a lot of grown women did from experience!

It'd been a real surprise to him, during the swinging parties, to discover how little some women knew about fucking. Oh, they moved their asses, at least imitating the motion. But they had no idea, obviously, of the strengths and abilities of their vaginal walls, their outer pussy lips, their inner labia. Just as, or so Helen said, many men had to be shown how to fuck well enough to please a woman. Incredible to both of them, but true.

And here was his little darling, just so eager and so sexy, and she already knew on her first fuck what some women never did learn! He let his hot dick slide forward against the clamping pressure of her inner muscles, and sighed ecstatically when they loosened. It was like fucking up and down, and sideways at the same time!

Still holding to a steady beat, though somewhat quickened, he made sure she was at the right angle so his pelvic bone scraped sweetly and abrasively on her clit. Her body was so small and light, he could shift her position at will. And she seemed to sense his every movement and respond almost before he'd known what he was going to do.

It was pure delight, as easy and smooth and balanced as-he thought of really expert ballroom dancers, swooping and gliding and twirling, then-steps not the same but coming together in a miracle of timing and polished beauty. It was hard to realize this was the same little girl who went to scout meetings, and loved peanut butter sandwiches, and had to be reminded to pull up her bobby socks, or whatever they were called.

"Are you happy, darling?" he asked hoarsely.

"Daddy, daddy, it's just heaven!" Sally's voice was high and thready. "And Daddy, you can fuck me harder." She laughed, a kind of breathless chuckle. "I won't break, honest!"

So he speeded up both tempo and force, not to the full extent his powerful muscles could deliver, but enough to send hot flushes through him and make his heart beat faster.

She loved it, obviously. Her firm little ass delivered back each blow with delicious precision. She had an orgasm, and held still for a breathless moment, hanging there while he fucked into her lightly but rapidly. Then her caught breath came back and she slammed her pussy onto his supercharged cock with new and even wetter vigor.

"So ... nice," she panted. "So ... much ... fun!"

"Jesssusss, yes," he groaned.

He clutched her possessively, knowing he was on the trembling verge of cumming, and rained a tattoo of hard, quick blows into her. His ass muscles tightened, his balls drew up fatly and then his climax thundered over him.

"RRROOOFFF! ARRRGGGHHH!" he bellowed, thrashing wildly on the narrow bunk. Sally clung with both arms and both legs, feeling another delightful orgasm ripple through her. She pumped her ass wildly as the flood of hot jism spurted into her tight passage, and overflowed down her thighs and buttocks.

"Aren't you glad we did it?" she asked later, when she was nestled warmly against his sweaty slippery chest. "Aren't you glad, Daddy?"

"Uhhhuhhh." He added ruefully, "I shouldn't be, but goddamn it, I am!" He looked down at her rumpled hair and wondered what happened now. Where did you go, what did you do, once you'd fucked your tiny twelve-year-old daughter? He wished he knew the answers.