Crackling fire dances mesmerisingly in front of my eyes, fanning the delicious scent of burning wood into my nostrils. I toast my marshmallow, observing it keenly before whipping it out of the flames at exactly the right moment, ensuring it crisps without burning.
When it has cooled enough, I press it to my lips and bite, moaning as the skin breaks and liquid sugar spills from within. I intentionally allow a little of the gooey entrails to fall out onto my lips and chin, teasingly aware of its resemblance to a cumshot.
It works.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch my stepdad leering at me over the campfire. I seductively lick and wipe the residue from my face, my tongue sliding across my lips. I can feel his eyes staring lustful daggers at me.
It serves him right.
I had assumed that given his invite was extended during a post-coital embrace, he had intended for this camping trip to be a stepfather-stepson bonding trip. With an emphasis on the bonding.
However, it turns out that this was a trip he’d already planned with his childhood best friend, Dimitri, and he’d just invited me along for the ride. And thus far it had not been the type of ride I’d been hoping for. We’d spent the day setting up tents and gathering wood, before hiking to a fishing hole. Dimi was very outdoorsy, and he and my stepdad were riffing off the whole nature-bro situation which, while kind of sexy to watch, was not something I was that keen to be a part of. Eventually, I had returned to the campsite on my own, citing tiredness, but really just in desperate need of a wank. I had to release the pent up energy I had accrued anticipating a weekend of getting fucked in the woods by my stepdad, which clearly wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m going to turn in,” I say, tossing my marshmallow stick onto the fire.
“Night, little dude,” called Dimi, taking a sip of his beer. They’d offered me one, even though I won’t be 21 for a few more months, but I declined. Beer’s gross. Give me vodka any day.
I climb into my tent and zip it up behind me before quickly stripping out of my clothes, pleased to be divesting myself of the sweaty, grimy layers I had been trapped in all day. I slip naked between the folds of my double sleeping bag and, mercifully, am asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillow.
I’m not sure how many hours have passed when I am awoken later by an odd, trickling, metallic sound. I can no longer hear the merry voices of Dimi and my stepdad outside, nor can I smell the campfire. The night is quiet except for a few hooting birds and the strange metallic trickle… which I eventually come-to enough to realise is the sound of the entrance to my tent being unzipped.
My stomach tenses with excitement.
He wouldn’t…
Would he?
Eventually, the trickling stops and I sense a body entering my quarters. I am facing away from the entrance, so I close my eyes and feign sleep, interested to see what he’ll do.
I detect clothes falling to the floor behind before a warm body gingerly slides into the sleeping bag alongside me.
My body lurches with urgent heat as his skin touches mine.
He slides one arm under my neck and the other arm around my body, sidling closer to spoon me, nuzzling his nose into my neck.
He is already rock hard, and I can feel his cock digging into my asscheek.
“Daddy…” I breathe.
“Mmmm…” he groans into my neck, kissing the bumpy vertebrae.
He slides his hand up and cups it in front of my mouth.
I know what he wants.
I pool some saliva and spit it out onto his palm.
When he has collected enough lubricant, he reaches down and coats his dick, before pressing his fingers against my little cunt, smearing the remainder of my spit.
“Fuck me, daddy…” I plead. “I’ve been waiting for this all day…”
He shifts his hips so that he is closer and rests his mushroom head just inside my pussy lips. He grabs hold of my bony hip and forces himself inside.
He’s rough with it this time, shoveling his dick into me like he’s breaking ground. I grunt a little at the discomfort. Saliva never does quite the same job as proper lube. But hey, we are camping in the woods, so it makes sense to go au naturel.
Once he’s fully in, he grabs hold of my body tight and starts to drill into me, sharp and quick. Eventually the discomfort morphs into pleasure, as the lube spreads and his cock starts to punch into my prostate.
“Yesssss… daddyyyyy…” I groan as he fucks me, pumping himself frantically in and out.
His thrusts have a jerky, frenetic energy to them, as though he’s conscious that Dimi is asleep just a tent away and could wake up at any moment.
We’ve never side-fucked before and there is something about this angle that feels different. His cock almost feels slightly thicker in this position, spreading my ass open wider and filling me more fully than usual.
I can hear him grunting under his breath, obviously trying not to be too loud. I start to moan gently, and he whips his hand up and claps it over my mouth. I breathe hard through my nose, the air blasting onto his fingers as he pounds into my ass, his cock stretching my pussy wide open.
He drives himself into my depths and pauses. Pressing his lips up to my ear, he whispers, his voice low and raspy, urgent with desire.
“Can I choke you?”
He’s never wanted that before.
But I’m up for a bit of breath play.
“Anything you want daddy…” I whisper back.
He groans and thrusts into me hard, just once, like he’s emphasising a point.
“Safe word is pinecone,” he hisses before gripping my throat with his hand and resuming his rigorous pounding of my cunt.
He squeezes my neck in a controlled way, applying tightness and pressure without completely constricting my airflow.
Holy jesus it’s hot.
It’s so fucking sexy the way my life is in his hands like this.
My stomach churns with arousal as he compresses my throat. He digs his fingers into the muscles of my neck as he voraciously fucks my pussy.
He thrusts so hard that my lower body is knocked forward and back, while my upper body remains trapped completely still in the vice-like grip of his arms.
“I’m gonna dump my load in your dirty little ass,” he spits in my ear. I can smell the beer on his breath, and, as much as I don’t like the taste of it… strangely, the bitter, yeasty scent turns me on in this context.
I simply moan in response, the vibrations in my throat absorbed by the iron fist which is closed over it.
“You ready, bitch?” he grunts, panting and moaning in time with his vicious thrusts.
“Y-eh-hh-s, da-hh-ddy,” I choke.
His pounding intensifies, his thrusts coming in sharper and harder. He breathes furiously into my face, and just before he explodes, he squeezes my throat, cutting the air off completely.
With a sharp roar, he thrusts hard into my cunt and shoots his thick, heavy wad of cum. His hand releases my throat and he reaches down to grab my hip, pulling me back into him, so that my pussy slides even further down onto his cock.
“Take it all you little bitch!” he grunts aggressively, banging his hips into my ass and pumping his load in thick waves.
“Yesss,” I moan as my stomach fills with warmth.
“Fuckin’ yeh cunt…” he groans. The intensity of his thrusting starts to ebb and his panting subsides.
He pulls me in tight, hugging my chest to his back, as we both catch our breath. He pats me affectionately on my naked hip and I smile.
Eventually, our moment of reverie is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat near the entrance to the tent.
My head whips up, panicked, and my eyes bulge in shock at what they find waiting there.
Squatting down at the opening of the tent, peeking in beneath one of the flaps is my stepfather. He is fully naked, his thick, meaty cock dangling low between his legs.
I snap my head around to look behind me and am met by the sight of an extremely sweaty Dimitri, sporting an enormous grin. His cock still buried deep in my ass.
We both turn back to my stepdad who raises his eyebrows before he speaks.
“Where was my invite?”
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