Daddy takes me camping

As long as I can remember. My dad and I had this ritual before I went to bed. He would let me stay up and watch a movie with him. We would cuddle on the couch, and once in a while, he would brush a hand over my breast. He would never actually touch my breasts but move his hand over them as if checking to make sure he wouldn't touch me. The light brushes of my father on my skin always made me hot. Then he would kiss me goodnight, and I would go to bed.

I had three older sisters, and I knew he never snuggled with them. The sister, who was just older than me, complained all the time that I was Daddy's favorite. My brother, who was the oldest, would roll his eyes and say it was because I was the cutest.

I told my sister about Dad's casual touches, and she freaked out. She said she knew I was Dad's favorite, and she told my mom what I said. My mother screamed at her not to lie. She said it was an evil thing to say, and my sister was grounded for a whole month.

Emboldened by the idea that Mom would never believe my siblings if they ever found out. When his hand drifted over me the next time, I was cuddling with Dad. I put my small hand over his and pushed it to my tits. To my delight, he didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he fondled me, cupping my tits and rolling my hard pink nipples between his fingers over my shirt. I was so wet, and I wanted more, but he never did more; he just fondled me every night. Sometimes I would pull a blanket over us and rub my clit as he did this, mimicking his movements against my hard nipples on my swollen clit.

The year I turned sixteen, Mom caught me grinding my hard clit into the coffee table. She threatened to spank me. Said what I was doing was dirty and wrong. All she accomplished was to ensure that I was sneakier about finding places to get myself off. This worked until I was Seventeen, and my teacher caught me rubbing myself in the back of the school gym.

My parents were called, and my mom completely freaked out. She insisted that I see a therapist, so off I went. I spent uncomfortable days with this older woman asking me about my masturbation practices or if I had had sex. I told her ... most of what I did. I never mentioned my dad. I knew how that would end.

The therapist told my parents that I was hypersexual, the new PC term for a nympho. My mother was not happy about that at all and insisted that I be medicated. I hated the medication. It made me feel slow and stupid. I stopped taking it every chance I got.

My mom sat me down to have "the talk" with my dad there. She went on and on about STDs and unwanted pregnancies, all the horror stories; she said I was better off waiting to have sex until I was married. "But marriage is no guarantee." I pointed it out to her. "Aunt Becky got married, and she waited, but now she's divorced, and her husband's cheating ass still gave her the clap." Mom slapped me for that.

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I turned seventeen at the very end of my junior year. My mom was planning a big party for me. I remember standing in her kitchen, chopping carrots for dinner, when she asked, "What do you want for your birthday, honey?"

I said, "Honestly, to lose my virginity and start having real sex. I'm tired of flicking my clit to get off." My mom blew her cool. She screamed at me that I was a whore and slut. Then she sent me to my room, saying she would cancel my party.

The following day, I woke up to my dad standing in my doorway. "Come on, get up. You and I are going camping." He threw a duffel bag at me and headed downstairs

I packed and joined him. It was the crack of dawn, and the sky outside was still dark. "Dad?"

"We can get coffee at that coffee shop you like," he says with a huge grin. "Come on."

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I got in his truck; it was already packed. "Was this Mom's idea?" I protested.

"No." Dad says, "I think it might be a good idea to give you and your mother some space." he says. "Besides, it will give us a chance to talk."

"Okay." I Say, "So talk."

"How about I cut to the chase? Are you still a virgin?"

I cross my arms and pout. "Yes, but I have plans to change that. I have some ideas of a few guys I could get sex from."

My dad grunts. "Are you acting out because of our cuddle time? Do you feel molested?"

I turn my head and stare at him. "No, if anything, I feel you don't do enough." I kick the bag at my feet.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, when Becky got diagnosed with dyslexia, you spent months and months teaching her to read. When Susie had her bike accident, you spent all that time teaching her to walk again, but with me, you do the bare minimum."

Dad laughs. "Jessie baby, your problem isn't just a bad ankle or mixing up words on paper."

"No, it's a wet pussy I can't satisfy."

Dad holds up a hand to indicate I should stop talking while he goes through the drive-thru and orders us coffee. Then, he gets back on the road. "Well, perhaps there is something I can do to help," Dad says. He reaches into the back seat, brings out a brightly wrapped box, and hands it to me. There are four more. Five all together."

"What is it?" I ask, turning it over.

"Open it and see," Dad says.

I tear off the paper inside a bright pink box with an odd-shaped flower on the cover.

"What is it?" I ask.

"It's a clitoral stimulator. It's a sex toy, baby. It will suck and vibrate on your clit."

I turn the box over in my hands. "It sounds interesting." I say, "Does Mom know about this?"

"She does not." my dad says. "I have a few more." he pulls out another box and hands it to me.
I opened this one, it's in a strange shape. "That one goes inside of your pussy and then rests on your cli,t so it stimulates you in two places at once," Dad explains. He hands me another box. This one has a delicate protrusion from it. "Another clit stimulator; this one will feel like it's licking you." he reaches back. "Last one." He hands me another box. "This one won't vibrate, but it will ungulate inside you. I think you will like it.

"You're okay with this?" I ask him.

He laughs. I'd rather have you masturbating than fuck around, baby girl."

I open the box with the clit sucker and turn it over. "Do they need to be charged?"

"I already charged them. We are going out into the woods. I can fish, and you can play with yourself as much as you like without worrying about your mom or your sisters. Maybe you can find some satisfaction and give you and your mom a break."

"Does mom not like sex?" I ask

"Mom thinks that if you have sex, it should be to have babies. She doesn't want more babies, so she doesn't want more sex."

"Isn't that what birth control is for?" I ask as I turn on the sucker and put a finger over it to test out the pressure.

"She's not a big fan of that either."

We are now driving out of the city. I lean my chair back, put a hand down my panties, and turn the toy on. Dad doesn't say anything; he just keeps driving. I'm having the time of my life. The new toy feels fantastic, and I can't help but feel exhilarated that I'm doing this right next to my dad in an open car.

"We're out of the city, and there are no cars around us now," Dad says

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I pull my shirt off and get out of my shorts. "Dad, will you pinch my nipples?" I ask.

He reaches a handover, and I feel him roll my hard erect nipple between his fingers, and I cum hard, screaming. I ride the toy until my body begins to come down from the ecstasy I'm feeling.

"How did I do?" Dad asked.

"That's a good present," I say. "It got me wet."

"Did it?" Dad reaches between my legs, and his middle finger drags across my now glistening slit.

I moan, "That feels good, Daddy."

He chuckles, "Try this one next." He hands me the box with the strange, long projection. This one is too much for me on the lowest setting, and I can't use it.

"This one hurts," I say

"You're not supposed to put it directly on your clit." He looks at my face as I try again. Dad shakes his head. "Put it away. I'll show you how to use it later. Try one of the others."

I take out another, and I pause. "Dad, I haven't put anything in there. I'm not sure I want to start in the car."

"Nothing?" Dad's eyes glance at me. "Not your fingers or a hairbrush, nothing?"

"No, I'm just a clit girl."

"Okay clit girl." Dad says, "Get your clothes back on; we are almost to camp."

I get dressed again, and we drive into the woods close to one of Dad's favorite fishing spots—a remote place he's been coming to for a long time. He parks the truck, and we spend the next few hours setting up camp. He puts up a hammock, pitches the tent with my help, and makes the fire pit.

Then he pulls out sandwiches and chips he has prepacked for our lunch. We sit together eating lunch after he puts everything away. "Okay, baby girl, what do you want to do?" he asks. We can go fishing, go for a hike, or I can show you how to use that toy."

"The toy," I say

"Okay." He and I went into the tent. Soft sleeping bags are on a raised cot. I strip down immediately. "Lay down." he gestures to the cot. I lay down, and he took the toy. "Lightly rub it on the sides of your clit like this." he turns it on, and I feel it flick around me. I gasp. "You can also go to the nerve bundle just above." He pressed it into me and shoved a fist in my mouth. "Baby, we are all alone out here. Be loud if you want to."

I let out a loud moan; I'm getting close, breathing deep, when I feel his lips press against me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I burst. "Yes, Daddy!" I scream as I cum. I feel his tongue lick me.

"God, lord, baby girl, you taste good," he says, continuing to lick at me. He stops and sits back. "What did you think of that?"

"It felt delicious." I sit up and stare at him. "Daddy, can I see your cock?" I ask

"If you like." he stands up and strips his clothes from the waist down. His cock sprang free of his boxers. I can't help but give a little gasp. It's not overly long, but it's so thick. He grins as he sees my reaction. "Touch it if you want," he says.

I wrap my hand around it and move it up and down. "Is this how you do it?" I ask.

"Here." he moves my hand. "You do it like this." he demonstrates, moving his hand up and down his stiff shaft. "You try."

I take back over, but my hand doesn't fit as neatly around as his. I continue moving up and down until the tip glistens with precum. I can't take it; I lean forward and put it in my mouth. I hear my dad grunt. "Baby, not with your teeth," he says, pushing me away. He sits down on the cot. "Kneel in front of me; I'll show you."

I kneel, and he gathers my hair in one hand. "Now open wide, and try not to hit it with your teeth. You have those beautiful full lips that are made to suck cock, so I know you can do this."

I open my mouth wide, and he guides me onto his cock. I initially sputter, but he says, "Breathe through your nose." I get the rhythm eventually. Running my tongue over the head and sucking as I go.

"Okay, baby, I'm going to go harder. Try to relax into it," he starts going at me stronger and pushing to the back of my throat. I'm sputtering a little, but I love it. A hand drifts between my legs. "That's slutty, Jessie, fingering yourself while your dad mouthfucks you."

I groan, and so does he; he continues and then pulls me by my head off his cock. He forces me back with his hand still in my hair. "As much as I want to come down your throat, baby, I have all weekend, and right now, I would rather deflower you."

I smiled at him. "Do you mean that?" I ask, my heart beating hard in anticipation.

"On two conditions," Daddy says. "One, you will not fuck any other man except me until college unless I give you permission, and the second, you will do what you can to fool Mom into thinking you are a good obedient contrite daughter."

"Contrite?"

"I mean it, Jessie, good grades, good disposition, the whole thing."

I give him a little smirk. "If I get good grades, will you keep fucking me?"

Dad gives a little laugh. "Yes."

"If I'm a good girl, can we keep camping at least once a month?"

Dad laughs and lets go of my hair. "If you do a good job as a model daughter, I will make this a regular thing. If you do a very, very good job, I might even bring a friend and let you have two cocks at once."

"I promise," I say quickly, and I mean it. Dad pulls me up and tosses me on the bed. He climbs over me. "It could hurt a little to start." he begins to rub himself over my dripping pussy. "I'll get the head in first, then work the rest."

He begins to work, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. "You're stretching my beautiful baby; how does it feel?"

"Amazing," I say. "Daddy deeper."

He grabs my thighs and pushes me back, my body benign in half as his head reaches up to my cervix. My dad takes me hard. His aggressive thrusts bring me to bliss. "Daddy!" I'm screaming.

"You're so tight," Dad says; he grunts, and I feel him flood me.

I scream in the sheer ecstasy of him. He pulls his cock out, and I give a soft whimper. "No," I say, pawing at him.

He chuckles. "You're so adorable," he says

"Can we go again?" I ask.

"Yes, but not right now; Daddy needs more recovery than Baby. Play with your toys, and when I'm ready, I'll bounce you on my cock again." Daddy leaves the tent, and I take one of the insertable toys and fall back to play.

It was the best weekend of my life, the best birthday ever. I barely put clothes on. Daddy fucked me in the rivers, against the trees. Next to the fire. He would watch me play with myself when he wasn't in me.

I didn't want to pack up and go home, but it was over all too soon. "We have to make a stop on the way home," he said as he pulled the condom he was wearing off. After the first time, he insisted on wearing them. "Sorry, pretty girl, but daddy doesn't want you pregnant." he had said when I complained loudly about it when he put the first one on.

"What stops?" I asked.

"I made an appointment with my friend Jack to get you birth control. The insertable kind, so your mom won't see it."

"Does that mean you will do me without condoms again?" I know I sound petulant and needy.

"Only good girls get daddy's cum, but yes, if you are good, I will fill that little cunt up." he slaps my ass, and I giggle. "Listen, Jessie, I will do my best to run interference between you and your mom. To let you masturbate to take the edge off, but it gets to the point where you can't take it anymore; you need to tell me so I can help you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I say.

"That's my good girl."

"You said good girls get Daddy's cum." I say cheekily.

"I did say that." He smiles at me. "I suppose we can give you a little more plan B when we get to Jack." he steps into me, and fingers go into my waiting, hungry pussy. I give a loud moan. "I love that you are a little slut, Jessie. Daddy's dirty little slut."

"I'm daddy's girl." I moan, "I'm daddy's girl."

"I know you are," he said as he kissed me. "I can't wait to show you off to Jack."