Camping with Daddy A Wild Weekend

Literotic asexstories – Camping with Daddy A Wild Weekend by vampirevalerie,vampirevalerie “So, there I was, all ready for a wild weekend getaway with my dad. We had been planning this adventure for weeks, and I couldn’t wait to get naughty in the wilderness. But before we hit the road, I had to tease my mom a little and see if she wanted to join in on the fun.

I found her in the kitchen, slaving away. With a mischievous grin on my face, I asked, ‘Mom, are you absolutely sure you can’t come with us? Think of all the fun we could have all together.’

She let out a longing sigh and softly replied, ‘Sorry, sweetheart. Duty calls, and I have to work this weekend. But I want you and your dad to have an unforgettable time. Create some fun memories for me, alright?'”

Though I was disappointed, I understood that work obligations sometimes got in the way. I gave her a comforting hug and assured her that we would have an incredible time.

With that, I joined my dad in the car, filled with excitement for the adventures that awaited us. As we drove through the countryside, I couldn’t help but imagine the beautiful moments we would share, just the two of us.

As we arrived at the picturesque location, surrounded by towering trees and a serene lake, we unloaded our gear from the car. That’s when we realized… we only had one tent! We exchanged a puzzled look, trying to figure out how we missed such an essential item.

With a laugh, my dad turned to me and said, “Well, it seems we have a little camping challenge on our hands, Valerie. It looks like we’ll have to get creative and make the most of our one tent.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. We decided to embrace the adventure and set up the tent together, knowing that it would be a cozy space for us to share as father and daughter.

As the sun began to set, we sat by the campfire, enjoying the warmth and crackling flames. We laughed and reminisced about past camping trips, creating new memories with every passing moment. Our spirits were high, undeterred by the minor setback of the single tent.

As we realized we only had one tent, my dad and I quickly got to work setting up the bedding. I could feel the excitement building within me, ready for a night of relaxation after a long day of camping activities. And to make myself comfortable, I decided to change into something more suitable for sleep, slipping into a cozy pair of pajamas.

My dad looked at me with a warm smile, his eyes filled with affection. “Aww, don’t you look cute,” he said, his voice filled with fatherly love.

Blushing slightly, I grinned back at him. “Thanks, Dad. You’ve got to be comfy for a good night’s sleep, right?”

He nodded, his smile widening. “Absolutely, sweetheart. Now let’s get settled and enjoy our camping adventure together.”

As we settled into our cozy sleeping area, my dad positioned himself on his back, just inches away from me. Feeling a sense of comfort and security, I turned onto my side, facing the opposite way. The gentle crackling of the campfire and the soft rustling of the leaves created a serene ambiance that lulled us into a peaceful state.

I closed my eyes, feeling the cool night air against my skin. The sounds of nature enveloped us as if whispering their secrets into the night. The rhythmic rise and fall of my dad’s breath nearby was oddly soothing, a reminder that we were not alone in this vast wilderness.

As sleep began to embrace us, I couldn’t help but feel a certain bond, an unspoken connection between father and daughter. In the darkness, I found solace in his presence, knowing that he would always be there to protect and guide me. With a contented sigh, I drifted off into a deep slumber.

In the early hours of the morning, I was abruptly awakened by an unexpected sound. Panting. My heart skipped a beat as confusion and curiosity gripped me. Who could be making those noises? I strained my ears to listen, the tension mounting with each passing second.

Intrigued and slightly anxious, I lay there, my mind racing with possibilities. But then, to my absolute shock, a realization dawned on me. It was my dad. The wet noises in the darkness of the tent took on a whole new meaning, and a mix of emotions surged through my body.

A forbidden thrill coursed through me, tinged with curiosity, arousal, and shock. The realization that my dad was indulging in such intimate pleasure just inches away from me sent a wave of sensations crashing over me. I was simultaneously captivated, horrified, and strangely intrigued, my mind reeling with the taboo nature of the situation.

My heart pounded in my chest as I heard him whisper under his breath, his words mingling with the panting, “God, Marie, why can’t you give me what I need?” The revelation struck me like a lightning bolt. Marie was my mom, his wife. Was their intimate connection faltering? Was she no longer able to satisfy his deepest desires?

Curiousness and intoxicating arousal surged through my veins, igniting a fire within me. The tingling sensations between my legs intensified, an undeniable response to the forbidden desires that stirred within my core.

In the midst of that intense moment, I couldn’t resist indulging my own desires. Discreetly, my hand ventured beneath the covers, mirroring the pleasure resonating through the tent. Guilt and the exhilaration of the forbidden mingled together, heightening the sensations that enveloped me.

With a mix of anticipation and arousal, I slid my pajama bottoms and panties down, exposing my shaved pussy. As I continued to listen to the sounds of my dad’s pleasure, I couldn’t help but be turned on by the forbidden nature of the situation. The taboo allure ignited a primal fire within me, intensifying the pleasure coursing through my body.

Feeling the intensity of the moment, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. With a mix of excitement and desire, I quietly sank two of my fingers into my wet pussy. The sensation of penetration combined with the sounds of my dad’s moans and groans heightened my own pleasure.

He confessed, his words sending a jolt of electricity through me. ‘Oh damn, I haven’t had pussy in over a few years.’ The realization that he had built-up tension only fueled my own arousal. My fingers continued their tantalizing dance, matching the rhythm of his grasping and pumping on his cock.

Caught in the throes of passion, I accidentally let out a moan, unable to contain my desire any longer. ‘Oh, mmm, my pussy,’ I whispered, the words dripping with need. A wave of panic washed over me as I hoped he hadn’t heard, but deep down, a part of me yearned for him to know.

Suddenly, the tent fell silent. ‘Oh fuck,’ I heard him say, his voice filled with desire and urgency. I continued to finger myself slowly, my other hand teasingly rubbing my swollen clit. ‘I didn’t care; I was too turned on by listening to him please himself. My body craved his touch, and my pussy dripped with anticipation.

‘Err, Val, are you okay, sweety?’ he asked in a quiet, hesitant voice.

‘Yeah… yeah, I’m more than okay,’ I moaned, my voice filled with raw desire. ‘I heard you playing with yourself, and oh god, it turned me on so fucking much.’ My fingers continued to explore every inch of my now-soaked pussy, pleasure pulsating through my body.

I turned my head over my shoulder, locking eyes with my dad. My voice quivered with a mix of excitement and anticipation as I continued to pleasure myself with my fingers. “Daddy… honestly, just continue doing what you were doing,” I whispered, my voice filled with lust.

But then, a wave of hesitation washed over him. “No, I… I can’t,” he stammered, his voice filled with conflicted emotions. “It’s wrong, I didn’t think you would catch me. It’s just the buildup of tension.”

With a mischievous glimmer in my eye, I pressed further, my desire burning stronger. “Then let me help, Dad,” I purred, my voice dripping with seduction. The air thickened with anticipation as we both succumbed to the forbidden desires that consumed us.

As the tension between us reached its peak, my dad’s voice quivered with guilt and conflict. “Dear, this… this is wrong, we can’t,” he pleaded, his words filled with a mix of desire and apprehension.

I looked into his eyes, the intensity of the moment overpowering any sense of reason. With a boldness fueled by my own lust, I whispered, “Dad, I heard you talking. Mom doesn’t give you what you need, and you haven’t had a pussy in years.” Taking a deep breath, I continued, “So… you can have mine.”

A surge of anticipation coursed through me as I reached behind me, feeling his cock still hard and ready. With a firm grip, I guided it toward my wet, eager pussy. Slowly, I sank myself into him, feeling every inch of him fill me up. A moan escaped my lips as pleasure consumed every fiber of my being.

As my dad firmly held onto my hips, his conflicted emotions evident in his touch, he hesitated, His cock settled and rested in my wet, eager pussy. “Are you sure about this, baby? It’s so wrong,” he whispered, his voice filled with both desire and doubt.

But my craving for him, the hunger that consumed me, was insatiable. I looked back at him, my eyes filled with a mix of need and determination. “Yes, Daddy,” I replied, my voice filled with a raw desire. “I want you to fuck me, to claim me as your own. Give in to our forbidden desires.”

He let out a tortured groan, torn between his conscience and the overwhelming lust that pulsed through his veins. “I shouldn’t… I can’t,” he muttered, his voice filled with guilt.

I couldn’t let him pull away. I grabbed his hand and guided it to my throbbing clit. “Feel how wet and ready I am for you,” I moaned, my voice filled with need. “Don’t hold back, Daddy. Let’s give in to the sinful pleasure we both crave.”

With each stroke of his fingers against my swollen clit, his resistance weakened. I could see the internal struggle on his face as he finally succumbed to the temptation that consumed us both. His cock slipped inside me, filling me completely, and it was pure ecstasy.

As he thrust in and out of me, I could sense the battle between pleasure and guilt raging within him. “Are you sure? Can you handle the weight of our forbidden connection?” He panted, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and desire.

I moaned, my voice a blend of pleasure and reassurance. “Yes, Daddy. Fuck me harder. Let our passion drown out any doubts,” I urged, my voice filled with primal hunger.

As my dad’s internal struggle faded, he unleashed his pent-up desire upon me with unmatched intensity. His thrusts grew harder and faster, sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body.

I gasped, my voice a symphony of ecstasy. “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Make me feel every inch of you,” I moaned, my words dripping with unbridled lust.

Driven by his primal instincts, he flipped me onto my back, his grip tightening around my legs. With an insatiable hunger, he drove his cock deep inside my dripping, wet pussy, pounding me with fervor.

The intensity of his thrusts pushed me to the edge of pleasure, leaving me breathless and craving more. I arched my back, meeting his powerful thrusts with an overwhelming need for release.

As soon as he let go of his guilt, he transformed into something entirely different. He started fucking me with a ferocious intensity, pounding away at me with speed and force. My tits bounced around in my top, adding to the wild sensation.

His thrusts were fast and hard, hitting all the right spots and driving me to the brink of pleasure. I couldn’t help but moan and gasp as he hammered into me, the sound of our bodies colliding and filling the tent.

The ecstasy of the moment consumed us both as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my body tightening, and my senses heightened with every powerful thrust.

I couldn’t resist expressing my pleasure, my voice was filled with raw desire. “Fuck me, baby! Give it to me harder!” I cried out, my words dripping with lust.

He responded to my plea, increasing his pace and intensity. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, leaving me breathless and craving more.

My tits bounced and jiggled with each powerful movement, adding to the erotic spectacle of our passionate encounter. The sensation was electrifying, driving us both to new heights of pleasure.

We lost ourselves in the moment, surrendering to intense pleasure and letting it consume us completely. It was a wild, exhilarating ride, and we didn’t want it to end.

But it did end. His years of pent-up desire exploded within him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself deep inside me, filling me with his hot, pulsating release.

We both collapsed onto the bed, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. The tent was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the lingering scent of our passionate encounter.

As we lay there, basking in the afterglow, a sense of fulfillment washed over us. We had given in to our darkest desires, succumbing to the pleasure that had been building between us for so long.

He turned to me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction.

As the night unfolded, I nestled closer to him, seeking his warmth and protection. The rise and fall of his chest became my lullaby, a gentle reminder of the passion we shared.

3 weeks later

Three weeks after the night I allowed my dad to have sex with me, I found myself in the doctor’s office, just having a routine check-up. As the doctor delivered the news, my face dropped in disbelief. “Yes, it does look like you are pregnant. Congratulations,” she said with a smile. My mind raced, realizing that I had underestimated my dad’s fertility. The forbidden pleasure I had indulged in now had an unexpected consequence. The mix of fear, arousal, and confusion overwhelmed me, leaving me with a strange mix of emotions. The journey ahead would be a twisted and taboo one, filled with a forbidden lust that would consume me completely.

The end… My first time writing a taboo story. Let me know if you want to see a part 2.