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This did oral not seem lost on Dad. “I think my little nympho needs her rest now”, he stated, as he picked me up and carried me to our tent, while bidding good night to his friends. As I slipped down under my unzipped my sleeping bag, warm semen was still trickling out from my hole. I couldn’t be bothered to even try to care enough to find something to wipe it away with. Drifting off into sleep almost instantly, I could feel how Daddy crept close and started titty fuck to spoon me after he had blackened the lantern and closed the tent. His thing was prodding into my butt. Without any apparent hesitation he slid into my hole yet again. Sort of annoyed at this point, as I seemingly had been on the verge on entering the blessed realm of the Sandman, I was instead being kept awake by the thrusting coming from behind. I moved my upper body away from him to escape his hot breathing on my neck. Thinking that he could have my ass, but my head needed rest, I arched my back and nudged my butt against his groin. As if in mutiny against my plans of trying to sleep even though I was being mounted from the side, my body was sending ever stronger signals of enjoyment and that this was something to be a part of – something to delight in. Seemingly waiting for me to notice it, my boyhood was stiff, almost aching to be noticed. When I started to yank on it with one hand, Dad had apparently detected this, as he reveled in this new development. His low, rumbling moans became mixed with whisperings about how good I was, how nice I felt, and so on and so forth. What I suppose could have been perceived as gently, somewhat carefully exploring me with his dong, had turned into something more lascivious. Fueled by Daddy being inside of me, being one with me, I was overcome by passion and felt myself unrelentingly getting driven towards climaxing from behind, from inside, while touching myself. I had trouble understanding everything that he was whispering to me. My focus was on meeting his thrusts with my butt and tugging at my prick. Through groans, whimpers, moans and whining, it was all I could do to repeatedly reply “Daddy… yes” to his ecstatic whispering, to acknowledge that he was to keep going at me, keep going back and forth into me. With toe-twisting and mind-bending ecstasy, I reached the finish line and through significant convulsions of my whole, petite and undeveloped body, I shot several streams from the tip of my boysnake. Not failing to perceive this, my father appeared to relish the realization that he had “fucked his princess ‘til she came”, and with increased alacrity his piece was having even more of my ass than before. Swiftly but forcefully my innards were then filled up with his manjuice. I awoke the next day with a splitting headache and an equally aching and sore posterior. The sun was high on the sky. My throat was parched and my bladder full to the point of feeling like it was going to shaved burst. Blessedly, Dad had some aspirin brought along which alleviated my discomfort - at least a little bit. My memories were a bit hazy from what had happening during the night. Oh, I knew that I had had sex – but the details seemed foggy. I could also remember being awoken during the night and early hours of the morning, from someone being on top of me; being inside of me. Flashes and vague memories came crawling back of how I had been intimate with all the men there. Had that really happened? My hurting body told me that it had. Eating a late brunch, during which my head felt momentarily better, the atmosphere was strange. No longer doubting that they had seen me naked, and vice versa, and that they had all been with me, I could not help but to feel nervous, self-conscious and cum in her mouth awkward. It felt like what had happened, had happened to someone else. Reginald didn’t exactly make it better by incessantly asking if I was “okay?”. I was still so very tired, and just slept outside on a blanket, face shaded by a baseball cap, until everything had been packed up and we were ready to journey home. During the walk back, I was dragging my feet all way it seemed like. Lee wanted to “have some fun” along the footpath before we reached the hiking trail gagging - which would take us back to the parked car - but Dad insisted that I’d be allowed to recuperate. This did not, however, stop Daddy from encouraging me to please him with my mouth as we came home and showered properly for the first time in a week - this time together, as would become customary for us thereafter. When that first, more than a little awkward, evening at home came to an end, Dad wanted me to spend the night in his bedroom. Somewhat apprehensive, as my posterior was still very, very tender, I submitted to his will. I did not say anything as he undressed me completely, and then himself, his phallus swaying up and down with his movements as he moved around the bed. Atop the cupboard in his room, there was a framed picture of Mom. As we walked back down the hall to the kitchen, I leaned in and kissed Dakota good morning. The music however was nearing the end. Gently she lifted her son’s head from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on the bed. My mouth drops open in horror. As Cindy took the big dildo out of Sheila's orifice for a few seconds , Sheila obediently sat on Rockys giant hard penis & the married couple , started dping mom/mother-in-law. I'm happy for her, that she's going to get away from this Hell hold.” My cunt drooled doggy cum spilling down my thighs and to the floor. Jamie pulled herself against me tight and just made little grunts into my ear as I pumped myself in and out of her. He slid his hand onto hers, and Lily hissed in pain-fuelled anger, snatched her hand from his and started punching, slapping and scratching, ignoring oral the agony screaming through her fingers. “No honey. I watched as some older men inflated a big raft then loaded it with booze and food and what turned out to be crazy, drunken party games equipment. Erin Burdette was the new station HR Coordinator and she was a looker. It’s admirable. Once inside, the knot restricted his motion but his intention of fucking never changed, it only caused his cock to move in shorter, jerkier motions. Such abasement she lowered herself to, and such pleasures she found in it. LOOK DADDY!!!!! A look of confusion came to her face as she saw her mother and her followers kneeling before Apollon. Probably in the next couple of weeks, I’ll be having a shindig at my home, pool, BBQ, music lots of fun, very family friendly. “Don’t you know? I stepped out of them and stood in just my undergarments. She was defiant enough on her own; the last thing he needed was some dickhead putting thoughts of independence into her head, trying to help her escape. I was in tears my body limp on this giant cock. To be honest, cum in her mouth I would love to have your dad too. I pumped over her tongue with ever longer strokes until she managed to plead “Not so far.” I stretched up and over her face while she nursed on my prick for another few moments then all hell broke loose. He was on his back on the very bed she was currently kneeling in front of and she was on top of him, impaled on the girth of his rigid pole, gagging slowly riding it. She stared with her eyes wide and her mouth open as a stream of white goo squirted out of his cock and landed shaved across her face. He was close. He was fit, a titty fuck jogger, and he had a cock that could make a woman explode. We talked about that for a bit, then he asked about this car of mine that Lindsey keeps talking about.