We were alone in the woods, just me and my 18-year-old daughter Emily, the tent zipped shut against the night. The fire had burned low and the air smelled like pine and smoke. She had stripped down to her panties and one of my old t-shirts, nipples pushing hard against the thin cotton. I tried not to stare, but she caught me looking and smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Dad, it's cold," she said, crawling closer on the sleeping bag. "Can I get under with you?"
I should have said no. Instead I lifted the edge of my bag and she slid right in, her bare thigh sliding against mine. Her skin was hot. She pressed her ass back until it nestled against my cock, which was already half-hard from the sight of her.
"Fuck, Emily," I muttered.
She reached back and grabbed my dick through my boxers. "It's okay, Dad. I want it. I've wanted it all trip."
Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and started stroking. I groaned and pushed my hand between her legs, finding her panties soaked. I shoved them aside and sank two fingers straight into her tight pussy. She was dripping, clenching around me while she jerked me faster.
"Goddamn, you're wet," I said, voice rough. "You been thinking about your daddy's cock all day?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Every time you bent over to set up the tent I wanted to drop to my knees."
I flipped her onto her back and yanked her panties off. Spreading her thighs wide, I buried my face between them and licked her from asshole to clit in one long stroke. She tasted sweet and dirty at the same time. I sucked her clit hard while I pumped two fingers in and out of her cunt, making her hips buck.
"Daddy, please," she whined. "Fuck me. I need your dick inside me."
I shoved my boxers down and lined up. The head of my cock pressed against her slick entrance and I pushed in slow, watching every inch disappear into my daughter's pussy. She was tight as hell, gripping me like a fist.
"Fuuuuck," I growled when I bottomed out. "That's it. Take Daddy's cock."
I started fucking her hard right away, no teasing. The sleeping bag rustled and the tent filled with the wet sound of my balls slapping her ass. Emily wrapped her legs around my waist and clawed at my back.
"Harder," she begged. "Pound your little girl's cunt."
I gave it to her. I slammed into her again and again, sweat dripping off me onto her tits. She came fast, pussy spasming around my shaft, moaning loud enough that anyone outside would have heard.
I didn't stop. I kept drilling her through it, flipping her onto her stomach so I could take her from behind.
Her ass looked perfect, cheeks spread while I watched my cock disappear into her. I spit on her asshole and rubbed my thumb over it while I fucked her. She pushed back, taking every inch.
"Want me to fuck your ass too?" I asked, voice filthy.
"Later," she panted. "Cum in my pussy first. Fill me up, Daddy."
That did it. I grabbed her hips and jackhammered into her until my balls tightened and I unloaded deep inside her. Thick ropes of cum pumped into my daughter's cunt while she moaned and pushed back to take it all.
We didn't stop there. After a minute I pulled out, watching my load leak out of her swollen pussy. Emily turned around, took my half-hard cock in her mouth, and started sucking me clean, tasting both of us. She got me hard again in minutes and climbed on top, sinking down on my cock once more.
She rode me slow and dirty, grinding her clit against me while she talked.
"I've been touching myself thinking about this every night," she confessed. "Imagining you sneaking into my tent and just taking me."
I reached up and pinched her nipples, twisting them while she bounced. "Next time I'm waking you up with my tongue in your ass."
She came again, shaking on top of me, and I followed right after, pumping another load into her. We collapsed sweaty and sticky, my cock still inside her.
The rest of the trip we barely left the tent. Every night was the same: raw, loud, filthy fucking. My daughter begging for my cum in every hole, me giving it to her until we both passed out exhausted.
By the time we packed up to leave, her panties were ruined and she was walking with a satisfied limp. She kissed me hard before we got in the car.
"Same time next month?" she asked, hand already rubbing my crotch.
I started the engine. "Count on it."
