This One Time, at Cheer Camp… Ch. 02

I look at Kayla and nod, “that sounds like a good idea.”

I finally put the truck in drive and pulled back out onto the road heading back towards the highway. Though I have to concentrate on the road my eyes dart between Kayla to my right, up into my rearview, though I can’t exactly see what Emma and Mike might be doing, plus the road itself. The thoughts racing through my mind combined with the smell of sex quickly filling the air is almost too much. Though Kayla and I are restricted on what we can do for the time being due to my driving, Emma has no such restrictions and quickly gives in to her growing teen urges.

With her young, big, green eyes locked on Mike’s, she gently rubs her fingertips over the small piece of cloth covering her pussy. Mike breaks his eyes from hers slides then down her body as he’s even more excited not to see a single hair showing from the edges of her shorts. Emma had been with enough boys by now to know and understand the look on Mike’s face.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours Mr Mike!”

Mike can’t help it as the sides of his lips curl upwards, showing off his happiness.

Mike nods as he eagerly reaches down and begins to unbutton his fly and unzip his jeans.

Separated from Emma by the back of my seat, my attention is divided and spread to the max. Hearing those words, my own daughter’s words… speaking like that… not to mention who she is saying this too is overwhelming. Not to mention, my own little Emma is saying them right in front of me, her own Father… I would’ve never expected this in a million years.

All of the confusion and second guessing, and lust is all brought back into a laser like focus the moment Kayla opens her little mouth. Kayla follows Emma’s cue as she unbuckles her seat belt and moves closer to me, “is it true? Are you really HUGE down there?”

My brain races, “How the fuck do I answer that? Do I even answer? Her own Dad is literally right there… but then again he is back there with MY daughter. I mean fair is fair after all.”

All I manage is a warm smile as I take my eyes off the road for a moment and look down at Kayla who is looking back up at me like a smitten little kitten. I reach out and gently touch the top of her head as I pet her.

“There’s a rest stop ahead in one mile, think you can wait that long to see for yourself?” I say softly to her.

With a typical teenage girl sarcastic vibe she replies, “no, I can’t!”

I feel her reach down into my lap and trace the outline of my bulging cock through my jeans as I do my best to aim for the exit lane.

With each ‘couple’ now caught up in their own little worlds, I have no idea of what’s going on in the backseat.

As Mike wastes no time, he reaches in and grabs himself, fully engorged, he can’t wait to show himself off to Emma.

However Emma isn’t waiting. She pulls her shorts to the side, fully exposing her hairless pink pussy to Mike and the world. She can’t help it, waiting months for this day and the actions of the last hour leading up to this are all too much. She slides her middle finger from the bottom of her slit straight up to the top, then back down again. She’s so horny that she doesn’t care who sees, be it Mike, Kayla or even her own Father.

Mike finally produces his hard, proud dick from the opening of his pants. Emma’s eyes can’t help but be glued to her prize.

Both of them begin to stroke themselves in front of the other as Emma’s scent quickly fills the cab of the truck. Emma’s eyes catch Mike’s pre-cum, already forming on his fat, thick head as she feels the truck lurch and slow down.

I aim the truck towards the far back corner of the rest stop. We pass a car here and there, families playing and using the restrooms and picnic tables for a quick stop before returning to the highway. I manage to pull up into a somewhat quiet spot in the corner, even though I came in a little fast, I throw the truck into park as we arrive in an open space.

Kayla has already managed to get my pants unbuttoned and the zipper lowered. She’s exposed my thick, dark red cockhead, as is already working on getting the entire thing out.

As Kayla works my underwear down, the pragmatic part of her brain kicks in, “we call dibs on the truck!” She announces as her eyes are still glued to my cock.

“The fuck! You can’t do that!” Emma calls from the backseat while she continues to slide her fingers up and down her slit, spending more and more time on her hardening little clit.

“I didn’t make the rules… but that’s the rules” says Kayla as she grabs my cock towards the base with her little hand.

Mike and I don’t dare to get involved in their friendly little spat. Why would we? Our cocks are doing ALL of our thinking for us now.

Emma exhales loudly, her pent up sexual frustration showing. “Fine! The rest stop bathroom it is!”

Emma hops out and grabs a small bag, the one she’s stashed her condoms in. Mike follows her lead like a little kid; tucking his cock back inside his pants and hoping out.

We watch from the front seat as the two walk together and disappear around the side of the building.

“That’s better!” Kayla says as she sits up and grabs her t-shirt by the bottom, pulling it up and off of her shoulders. Her full firm breasts are packed neatly into her sports bra. “Here, put your seat back all the way.”

I obeyed her; I couldn’t say ‘no’ if I had wanted to. She leans over my body from across the truck and lowers the window an inch. She carefully inserts the bottom of her shirt into it, then rolls the window back up so that her shirt now provides us a little more privacy in the parking lot.

As soon as Kayla is happy with her work, she lowers her head and immediately begins to slurp and suck on my cock. Her forwardness, her eagerness caught me off guard. And while she can’t quite get every inch of me into her mouth, she more than makes up for it with her sloppy tongue work.

Now I was in a marriage where I was still lucky enough to get a good blowjob at least every month or so, even after all of these years. But Kayla’s was different. It wasn’t refined. She honestly didn’t seem to know exactly what she was doing… but that was also part of the appeal.

She would work the head for a moment, then drag her tongue up and down my shaft. She completely ignored my balls but I was such a sloppy wet mess after just a few moments that I didn’t care.

I just sat back in my driver’s seat as my best friend’s daughter bobbed her cute little head up and down in my lap. I could tell that she was trying her best and that was the hottest part of it all. I gently patted the back of her head while I leaned back and watched the people milling about at the rest stop. My mind even drifted for a brief moment as I thought about Emma and wondered what she was up to.

Everything came crashing back down, down to Kayla as I unexpectedly felt myself on the edge, felt the explosion building from within me.

“Jesus Sweetheart… Im getting… close!” I moaned softly. I expected her to slow down, or even stop in the way that my wife does when she wants to prolong the event. But Kayla obviously wasn’t having any of that. No, Kayla continued to work my cock as if I hadn’t said a word.

“fuck…. Fuck…. FUCK!” I grunted loudly as my lust took over and I grabbed the back of Kayla’s soft head. I felt my cock erupting longer and harder than I had ever remembered before. I could feel her tongue and lips working me, but I could also feel that she wasnt getting it all as I felt a warm, wet sensation near the base of ny cock.

But I didn’t care. Little Kayla did her best and my cock had never felt better. As I came down from my high, I felt a strong urge to return the favor. Kayla, Emma’s best friend in the whole world, was the object of my lust.

I had never thought Kayla looked any better than she did as she raised her head from my lap. I could see her lips wet from a combination of my own sperm and her saliva. Her eyes were bulging out of her face and the smile across her melted me.

“Get in the backseat!” I playfully ordered, “I bet that youv’e never had your pussy eaten properly!”

“Yes Sir!” She smirked as she answered me playfully and she crawled into the backseat and over into the far corner.

I made sure to pull my pants up enough to keep them on me, though I didn’t care to button them up. I followed Kayla, crawling into the backseat that I wasn’t near as graceful as Kayla.

As I clumsily climbed into the backseat, I greeted with a cute little Kayla who already has her cute little butt raised off the seat and is in the process of removing her shorts and panties in one swoop. I’m surprised, though in retrospect I probably shouldn’t have been to find her totally, completely hairless. My brain can’t help but to compare it to my own wife, Sarah’s, also shaved pussy. But Kayla’s is different. The smoothness, the carefully tucked lips, it looks amazing.

As I take my position on the floor, but spread out behind me, I help Kayla slide her left foot out of her clothes, making it easier for her to open her legs wide for me.

Finally, there I am. Face to face with the most beautiful, not to mention, youngest and tightest, perfect little pussy that I’ve laid my eyes on in decades.

I lick my lips as I lean in and taste Kayla for the first time. She makes a sound, a high pitched moaning sound that I’ve never heard before but it reassures me that the boys she’s been with before have never taken the time to treat her properly.

I begin at the bottom of her slit with the tip of my nose pressed against her hardening clit. I slide up and down then back up again. With each pass I press a little more, a little harder into her. I feel her young lips giving in and opening further and farther apart. Her hips begin pressing up from her seat into my mouth as well.

I don’t dare to break contact with her. So I can’t look up and see her face though I want to so badly. I’m reassured, not just from her moans filling the cab of the truck but also from her placing her hands on the back of my head, applying slight pressure.