Chapter 3

Sally almost opened her mouth to object as she watched her handsome father moving off in the near-darkness with the sensuous swamp girl, but before she could, they were out of the light of the fire. God, he was leaving her alone with these rough looking and talking men. What on earth could have come over him. She sat silently by the fire, aware the men's eyes were burning hotly through her clothing.

She could only hope her father stayed at least within her screaming range if anything happened. Then suddenly her mouth gaped open as she witnessed in the dim light the light-haired girl stop and pull her father into her arms, squashing her huge tits against his chest. Sally felt a blush start at the base of her neck as the pair began a slow, even grinding motion of cunt against cock with their arms wrapped around each other's backs. The couple was standing in the shadows of the trees now, just yards away from the remaining three, none of whom cared about their hotly grinding bodies, except for Sally. Pete and Sam were not appalled by Sissy's brazen cunt grinding movements.

From where she sat near the fire, Sally could see the swamp girl's mouth buried in her father's neck and she began planting hot, open-mouthed kisses over his skin. He hugged her even closer now, and one of his hands moved to the soft brown, almost blonde hair shimmering lightly down the back of her neck, running his fingers through the silver strands. God! How could he desert her like this, thought Sally possessively.

This was unbelievable! Silly's mind reeled in shock and disbelief as she watched the girl's tits mashed flat against her father's chest.

With the illumination of the moonlight, she watched the couple move even closer together, if that was possible. She could see Sissy's hands fall to her father's ass-cheeks, pulling his cock tightly to her cunt as though they were having a standing fuck. God, the two of them were actually dry fucking as some of Sally's more audacious girl friends called it. Her father must be really hard up for female attention, thought Sally, taking another sip of her wine, feeling a loathing build in her stomach. How dare he desert her with these ... these brutes her only company!

"Well, look at that," grunted Pete pointing at Brad and Sissy. "If that little bitch ain't tryin' for more cock. You'd think three fucks a night would keep her snatch happy."

"How about you, honey?" Sam said half laughingly, but Sally knew he was serious ... dead serious. She watched with saucered eyes as the one named Pete rose to his feet and tugged at her arm. "Come on, get up. Let's see if you're pussy's as hot as big-tits out there," he guffawed, his stubble bearded face shimmering in valleys in the fire's glow.

"No, no thank you," answered Sally as politely as she could. "No."

"Hey, come on, stand up and let me get a look at your tits and ass," he grunted a second time, this time more good naturedly.

Afraid to cause a scene, Sally rose to her feet and brushed her jeans clean. She was swiping at her sleeves when he took her by surprise and curled her firmly into his arms, making certain he could feel the sharp full tips of her huge tits smashing tautly into his chest. He pulled her closer against him, causing her legs to spread slightly so that the bulge of his cock rubbed softly against her cunt. Even the crisp cotton of her jeans seemed to hide nothing from his senses and he could feel the flesh of her right thigh pressing inadvertently between his own legs as he began moving them in time to his own rhythm.

He glanced over her shoulder and winked at Sam who was whittling a piece of wood to little splinters with his mean looking knife. Somewhere far off a cloud drifted across the moon, cutting her off from sight of her father for a fear-building second.

God, this was just unbelievable, she thought, struggling and breaking away through the swamp from the man's binding grip. Her toes dug into the ground and she tore around the clump of trees searching desperately for her father who, as she stopped, panting and leaning against the tree, was nowhere to be seen. Apparently the sudden light of the moon had sent them searching for cover and leaving her alone. As least she was safe and away from those brutes!

It didn't seem right to be irritated with her own father, but she was. She would have thought on their first night out camping he would have taken better care of her and thought less of his own lustful needs! And that bitch Sissy! What a whore she was! Well, she would probably find them back in the woods somewhere talking and drinking the moonshine they were supposed to bring back.

In timing with the light of the moon flickering through the clouds, she sprang over a small stream, just as the lapping tide moved more swiftly in. She came to another larger shallow rushing stream almost immediately and hesitated. Sally had never been in the swamp before ... didn't know it.

Could she make it in time to the other side without getting caught in the in-rushing water? Eyes wide in terror, she gritted her teeth, fear and reluctance her masters. Instinctively, like a trapped animal, she glanced back over her shoulder, seeing two dark silhouettes coming at her. Then, heart pounding like a drum, Sally reached across the stream feeling the water threaten her feet in warm, gushing swirl. In horror, she looked back from safety to see the stream a raging tide torrent where only seconds before it had been like a mild pond.

She held her breath, her worst fears suddenly confirmed, there was no sound of voices around. They had to be there somewhere! They had to! Panicked and alone, Sally hissed damning phrases at her unseen father and trying to stop the sudden volume of tears that had begun flowing, in her panic, bolstered her courage. She had to think clearly! She couldn't trust those men back there not to try and fuck her, that she knew.

Then, her eyes more accustomed to the growing darkness, she thought she spied a moving figure ahead in the trees. Carefully she made her way through the darkness and was almost to the spot when she heard a loud masculine groan.

Oh my God, Dad's been hurt, she thought, and her first reaction was to hurry towards the figures as quickly as she could. She was about to call out when she heard a soft female giggle.

Looking out from behind a tree she could hear a voice. One voice was definitely her father's and sounded as if he were moaning in pain. There were more muffled groans, then there was a hoarse panting and sharp gasps, as though her dad were having difficulty breathing. Above these distressed and miserable noises, there were occasional soft giggles from a woman. Sissy! He and that hot little whore Sissy were doing something!

Another long low giggle issued from the trees ahead and Sally edged up closer to the figures. This time she had noticed a teasing, almost sadistic quality in the giggle. It broke off in a moist-sounding gurgle that was punctuated by a low groan from her father, and then a hot wet sluicing sound that Sally couldn't make any sense of. It sounded like a hungry kid sucking on a sucker.

Sally dug her fingernails into the tree bark and tried to order her thoughts. It was obvious that the man's voice belonged to her father and the girl was Sissy, she said to herself. She hadn't heard any other voices yet. But she didn't understand how the beautiful woman could bring those anguished and pleading responses from her father. Then the embarrassing thought struck her that he must be enjoying what was being done to him. She had to find out what was going on. She had to!

She took a deep breath and bent her head round the large tree tank. Two eyes peered onto two darkly shadowed bodies. A movement there, and Sally jerked her head back a little, out of the gaze of the couple near-by. The sound of the voices was clearer now and the soft groans from her father seemed to be turning into deep grunts of pain that sent chills running down her spine.

"Oh God! Yessss, yessss," his voice mingled with the lapping water of the swamp. "Sock it to my cock ... like ... that!"

Sally rocked against the cypress tree from the shock. She lifted one free hand to her face, trying to shut out the horrible realization. Her father obviously was enjoying it. How could he desert her for one night with that ... that bitch!

Straining on her haunches, she peered out again. God, if they saw her she'd die of embarrassment. Her heart stopped and she dared not breathe. But they hadn't seen her as the murmurs and gurglings kept coming, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. She could discern sounds of heavy breathing and animal grunts and moans. She couldn't stand the tension any longer, she had to find out and there was only one way! By looking out from behind the tree.

She wrapped her nervously perspiring hand around the large trunk and began inching her head around it. Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the moon's slivered light. She paled and sucked in her breath in shock at the sight illuminated by the moon's glow.

Her father was stretched out on the ground completely naked!

He was lying on his back totally stripped, his long hard cock pointing stiffly upwards into the moist softly glistening lips of Sissy's pinkly ovaled lips. Sally's eyes widened until it felt like they would bulge right out of her head in shock and disbelief. This couldn't be her very own father, it was beyond her wildest dreams. The swamp girl knelt over her father's thighs with her long delicately curving legs stretched wide apart. The full firm mounds of her huge tits dipping and brushing over the tops of his thighs as her head bobbed up and down over his lust stiffened cock. Her body heaved in lime to the slow moist drawing and sucking of her mouth on his thickly throbbing hardness.

Sally was just feet away and she could see with all too painful clarity the light haired girl's pink fluted lips being stretched wide as they absorbed her dad's monstrous cock deep up into her hotly working mouth. Her cheeks were puffed out, then they were hollowed obscenely as she pulled her head all the way up the throbbing shaft of his cock. On the outstroke, the thick turgid head was left buried in her mouth and she licked her tongue around its bulbous rubbery edge, swiping at it lewdly. It was impossible to believe, but her father was actually enjoying this. My God, he was begging her to suck his cock!

To Sally's shock and surprise, he grunted in gratitude as Sissy reached down to his heavy balls between his legs. She teased the soft tender-looking skin with the tips of her fingers.

Sally let out a deep gasp as she strained around the large tree trunk for a better view of the two figures sprawled out on the moss-covered ground. She could make out the contortions of her father's violently twisting features. God, he was really loving being licked between his legs that way, she whispered to herself. His mouth opened into a lewd smile, his tongue licking quickly at his moistly gaping lips. His eyes were half-closed, his brow furrowed as though in deep, deep concentration, and his ass-cheeks began a salacious little fucking movement that swished obscenely against the ground.

Suddenly, Brad raised his arms and reached forward until his hands hovered under Sissy's hotly swaying tits. His hands opened and his fingertips brushed over her rapidly stiffening nipples. They seemed to move in slowly teasing circles around the little center buds, bringing wet sucking sounds and further mewls of pleasure from the girl's cock nibbling lips.

Yes, there was no doubt about it, Sissy was definitely enjoying sucking his cock, and so was her father, Brad. Sally clenched her fist tightly, as tears of rage and confusion welled up and flooded her eyes. She was watching the girl suck his cock outright now, and no longer bobbing her head up and down to escape their view.

She watched as her father closed his fingers around the sensuous girl's hard erect nipples and began tweaking them vigorously. Sissy sat up on the round and letting the older man's wetly glistening cock slip from her mouth with a moist sluicing sound, embraced it between her hands and fingers. She began stroking the red, blood-engorged hardness rapidly between her hands and Sally could see the long thick cock expand and grow even larger with each successive jerk. She was only a scant few feet away, and her impulse was to jump from behind the tree and run away from the horrifying scene, but she feared that one false move, and she would be discovered by the lewdly playing couple.