Taboo Camping in the Backyard

It used to be innocent - the touching I mean. All the hugs and kisses from my stepdad were appropriate on every level, which is why this particular secret of mine is so disturbing. It haunts me not because it was irreparably wrong, but because I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s been two weeks since it happened, but it still feels like only a few hours. One moment we were ready to fall asleep in a tent, which was pitched in the backyard, and the next thing you know…we’re doing stuff I shouldn’t be telling you. I’m not even sure how to process it myself, much less share it. But here I am, bearing my soul about a twisted experience with the man who loves calling me Princess. Every second we were busy in there, filling the air with the unquestionable smell of sex, I kept on lusting for more. I just wanted to fuck him harder and faster. Unfortunately we couldn’t scream or moan, nor could we move around too much, because we couldn’t take the chance of somebody eavesdropping. This meant that everything was deliberate and slow. From the kissing to the penetration, there was a constant awareness about what was happening.      How is this possible you ask? How in the hell can a nineteen year old freshmen - who is in a serious relationship by the way - ask her own stepdad to fuck her while twelve other people are around?   Chapter One Am I Dreaming? I remember waking up incredibly thirsty. It was still dark and I had broken into a cold sweat during the night, feeling slightly scared and a little shaken up. I couldn’t recall the dream that had me so freaked out, but I was glad it was over. After taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I grabbed a drink of water, opened up the window to feel the cold summer breeze, and got back into bed. That was when I heard a knock at the door. Puzzled as to who it could possibly be, and not paying attention to how little I was wearing, I drowsily made my way across the dorm room. Imagine my surprise when I saw my stepdad standing in the hallway. “Daddy? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?” He stared at me with a very surprised expression. “You had a bad dream and you called your mother. Don’t you remember?” “Did I?” I scrambled my mind to recover the memory, but it was all blank. “Honey, you two talked like thirty minutes ago and she told me to come over. Are you feeling okay?” The more he spoke the less I remembered - if that was even possible. “Yeah…no I’m fine. Just a little…I don’t know.” He patiently stood in the hall, giving me a chance to get my thoughts straight.  “Oh shit, sorry daddy, come in. You’ll have to excuse the mess though. Been cramming for tests all week. You know how it goes.” I stood back and ushered him inside, quickly scanning the room before switching on the lights - just in case Tommy was sleeping over. It could have been one of the things I mysteriously forgot about. In reality, I was spending quite a lot of time at Tommy’s, and we weren’t exactly sleeping. But that’s not something I wanted Chris to know. He awkwardly stepped past me and came to a stop in the middle of the room. He didn’t turn around though. This was when the strange silence fell for a few seconds, because neither of us knew what to say. Still unable to look at me, he tried hard to address the issue.  “Look Princess, about the other night, I can’t tell you how much I hate myself at this moment. And I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” I could actually hear the regretful tone in his voice, along with the willingness to take all the blame. We had been avoiding each other ever since the incident.  “It wasn’t just you.” I said softly. He shook his head, insisting that I was the innocent party. “But I let it happen.” “And I didn’t give you much of a choice.” Finally he directed his gaze at me, igniting the lust that brought us to this discussion in the first place. I was suddenly aware of my half-naked body, but I wasn’t in a rush to cover up. Instead, I allowed him to stare. “Vicky, maybe you should um…you know” He waved his hand at me while reluctantly turning his head. I teasingly responded, “This is more than I had on the other night, daddy.” He coughed uncomfortably as his throat dried up, and I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. “Did I really call mom tonight?” Chris didn’t respond. Something was definitely off, because I was different around him, and he was awkward around me. Apart from feeling sexually confident and fucking horny, I couldn’t really control the words that came out of my mouth. “Do you think about doing it again?” “What? Of course not Princess. How can you even ask me that?” Whatever turned me on didn’t come with an off-switch, because I seductively walked over to the bed. “You think about it…don’t you?” As I spoke I slowly mounted the bed on all fours, pushing my ass to the sky. I made sure my movements didn’t come with any confusion. Like a wet slut I swayed back and forward, teasing his growing muscle. “Does it happen on this bed, daddy?” His erection started to show through his pants and he eagerly studied every inch of my body. “Don’t you feel like cuddling again?” He was on the verge of giving in to his lust, but stopped short of nailing me to the bed. “I think I should go Vic.” “I think you should fuck me first. Then I’ll think about letting you leave.” Like a statue he stood in place while my pussy readied itself for a hard entry. The juices began building up against my mushy pink walls, and they weren’t lubricating themselves for nothing. I wanted to leave every drop of it on Chris’s shaft. “I’m giving you five seconds to take your clothes off and stick your dick inside me, or I’m calling my mother...again.” As much as I wanted to torture him, I badly wanted to feel him flood my pussy. It’s not surprising how quickly he made up his mind and ripped off his clothes. His toned stomach got my attention first, but it wasn’t nearly as appealing as the muscle hanging between his legs. I gasped for a second as it slowly rose to the sky. “Are you sure about this Princess?” I took another look at his throbbing cock, which could carry ten wet towels. “Why don’t you stick that in me and see for yourself.” Chris’s face was full of anticipation and eagerness, because it was something he obviously hoped would happen again - just like I did. Without thinking about the consequences, I fell onto my back and pulled off my panties.  Chris reacted by gripping his cock and stroking it a few times, then he gently separated my pussy lips with the head of his cock. I didn’t remember it being so big the other night, but I wasn’t complaining. Harder than a piece of wood and hotter than my rushing bloodstream, I felt his cock pulsating against my pink walls. “You’ve got such a tight pussy Princess. Am I hurting you?” “No daddy, it feels fucking amazing. Don’t stop, just keep pushing.” When Chris was finally able to make his cock disappear completely, it felt like I was stretched to the max. There wasn’t any space left between my lubricated cunt and his hungry monster. As he pulled out the first time it was covered with my juices, but it would get even wetter the second time. Still standing at the edge of the bed, Chris got into a patient rhythm. He paid meticulous attention to the cream that formed on his cock and I could feel him shudder every now and then, especially after invading the deepest part. But the patient penetration didn’t last very long, because Chris got this primal look in his eyes. It was a tell-tale sign that things were only going to get louder and more intense. He grabbed my ankles and threw them over his shoulders. This was followed by a hard thrust that made me feel like a virgin again. I whimpered and reached for the sides of the bed, because I just needed to hold on to something. “Are you okay Princess?” Chris stopped when he heard the sound I made. “Yes daddy, I’m fine. I just have to get used to the size, that’s all.” He obviously liked the compliment I gave him and I felt it through the increased throbbing in my pussy. “You can fuck me as hard as you want, daddy.” There was no stopping the beast after those words left my mouth. He was going to take out all his frustrations on my snatch and I was more than willing to take it. Chris pulled back as if he was loading a crossbow, “Here it comes Princess.” It might as well have been an arrow he shot out, because it felt like he was ripping my pussy open. I wasn’t a stranger to rough sex, but this was something different. My pussy lubricated like crazy, but it still wasn’t enough. The sound of his big cock pushing my pink walls open resonated in the room and I could hear his balls slamming against my ass. All I managed to do was sink my fingers into the bed and bite down on my lip. Every muscle in my body was tense and relaxed at the same time as Chris kept on hammering his monster cock deeper and deeper. There wasn’t a section he couldn’t reach. “Oh Jesus daddy, that feels so good!” He was going crazy from where he stood. His hands were all over me, twisting my nipples through my skimpy top and squeezing my ass, all the while my toes were locked at the back of his head. I’ve never seen a man so overcome with lust. I started rubbing my swollen clit, knowing the moment he pulled out I was going squirt all over him. But he didn’t pull out. He just kept taking long strokes back and ramming me as hard as he could. Faster and faster he fucked my brains out. “I’m gonna cum Princess, we have to stop.” “No! Just cum inside me, but don’t stop!” He grabbed my foot and started sucking on my toes as he began unloading his sperm. It was like an endless volcano erupting inside me. Burst after burst of warm liquid filled my cunt, which made my body spasm with a very intense orgasm. I thought his dick was going to explode from all the throbbing. Then I suddenly woke up with Tommy on top of me, breathing heavily and looking at me with a very strange expression. His dick was still lodged in my pussy and his sperm began leaking onto the sheets. “Damn it Vicky, what got into you?”   Chapter Two Innocent Flirting “Please Vicky, can you be there tonight? Chris is already pissed that I won’t be home in time and I can’t expect him to handle all the food alone.” My mother begged over the phone. “But I don’t even like camping, especially if it’s in the backyard. Why don’t you guys just make it another night? Besides, they are your friends, not mine.” I desperately tried to get out of the whole thing. Unfortunately my mother didn’t know how to give up. “It’s too late to call it off now. Please Vic, I’ll be home as quick as I can. Just help Chris out until I get there.” She kept on pleading and I knew it wasn’t any use putting up a fight. Out of nowhere she got this brilliant idea of reliving her old days with some out-dated acquaintances. Apparently they camped out quite a lot, but it never went further than somebody’s garden. I was even more surprised when all her friends thought it was a great plan. What nobody anticipated was my mother’s plane getting delayed for so long.  Her idea didn’t bother me of course, seeing as I stayed on campus. But when her responsibility fell to me I wasn’t exactly a happy camper. “Fine. What time should I be there?” “Oh, you’re the best honey! I’ll tell Chris you’ll be there at around six. That will give you enough time to get everything ready.” “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I replied without any enthusiasm. “Don’t you just love me? Thanks Vic!” She said and ended the call.  When I got there Chris was trying to make a salad, but something went horribly wrong somewhere. “Good God Chris, you’re supposed to chop the tomatoes, not bludgeon them to death.” He laughed as he stood behind the kitchen counter with half a beer next to him. “I caught them teasing the lettuce. What was I supposed to do?” Even though it wasn’t the way I wanted to spend my Saturday night, it wasn’t the worse thing in the world. Chris and I got along great since he started dating my mother, and 9 years later we were even closer. He never tried to be a flawless stepdad and he was never intrusive. Instead, he allowed me to do my thing and I loved him for it. “I’ll take over the salad while you drown the ribs in marinade. You seem to like executions way too much.” I grabbed a glass of wine and made my way over to Chris, who stepped back while wiping his hands on his “Kiss the Chef” apron. The space was limited between the counter and the sink, so we had to slide past each other. I guess this was when things got dangerous. With my ass pointing towards Chris I moved towards the salad bowl. He was side-stepping in the opposite direction and inadvertently rubbed against me. I’ll never forget that distinct feeling of his rod through his pants. I remember thinking it was big for something that wasn’t hard. Neither of us made anything of it though. It was an accident, so we continued with the food. However, there were quite a few accidents afterward. We kept bumping into each other and connecting body parts that shouldn’t be connecting at all. I have to admit, the wine quickly went to my head and Chris had more than just one beer. By the time my mother’s guests arrived, we were already in a party mood and we barely managed to sort everything out. Oh yes, it was awkward even while feeling buzzed. On the one side things were getting weird between me and Chris, and on the other I had to talk to my mother’s friends. Nevertheless, the hints we gave each other while entertaining the guests was incredibly fun. I recognized one or two face, but for the most part these people were strangers. Luckily Chris was a great host, which is why my mother loved throwing parties. If there’s a guy who can make anyone feel welcome, it’s him. He turned on his natural charm, threw around his handsome smile, and had everyone laughing within a few minutes - including me. Of course I was jealous of my mother, because she had landed the perfect guy. He had broad shoulders, ocean blue eyes, a big dick and a sense of humor. Plus, he had more than enough money to buy an island. But through it all he remained the type of man you can feel safe with while sharing your deepest, darkest secret. The party eventually moved to the outside, where everyone popped up their tents and got out the marshmallows. All in all there were 12 strangers in our backyard, telling stories across the campfire while roasting their pink treats. The two people hosting the camping experience had no clue what they were talking about, so we just nodded along and smiled. It became somewhat of an inside joke for the night, which we used to keep up the innocent flirting. Just before midnight my mother called and apologized profusely, because she wouldn’t be coming home for the next 28 hours. Fortunately, by that time everyone had a little too much to drink and they were enjoying themselves too much to care. Then came the moment where we all decided to turn in for the night. I didn’t anticipate that I’d still be there, so I didn’t worry about bringing a tent. Besides, the yard was cramped already with all the other tents, so I wouldn’t have been able to get another one in there. “I guess I’ll just go and sleep in the house.” I said as I stood up. But mother’s guests weren’t having it, especially the red-head woman with the tall husband. “You can’t leave now, it’s going to spoil the moment. Why don’t you just bunk with Chris?” Everyone chimed in and cheered the suggestion, and just like arguments with my mother, I didn’t see the point of putting up a fight. Knowing that the evening was beyond strange and most likely very dangerous in nature, I climbed into the tent with Chris.  Chapter Three My Camp Secret  Once again I found my ass pointing in Chris’s direction. Apart from the faint solar torch in the corner, it was also pretty dark. Some last minute shuffles and giggles came from the tents that surround us, then it went silent. “Thanks for helping me out tonight Vic. I wouldn’t have coped alone.” Chris whispered from behind me. “No problem. I actually liked it a little bit.” I whispered back. With Chris being a fairly muscular guy he took up a lot of space. The faintest movement meant friction between us, and that was the last thing either of us wanted. But you can only keep still for so long. Something is going to itch somewhere, and in this case it was Chris’s monster muscle tickling my ass cheeks. At first I thought it was a water bottle or something, so I reached back in hopes of discovering the source. But when I stuck my hand into the small space that separated us, I felt it. Just to make sure I wasn’t overreacting, I squeezed it, which was when it started growing harder in my hand. Quickly I pulled away. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I could sense Chris getting more uncomfortable. “That’s okay Princess, maybe I should just go and sleep in the house.” But I didn’t want him to go. The tension that had built up to that moment inspired me to keep him in that tent. “Don’t be silly. It’s not like I haven’t felt an erection before.” Everything was so quiet around us that even the whispering sounded loud. “Just relax, okay?” Without saying anything he returned to his previous position. I took the opportunity to move closer, until my ass cheeks made full contact with his cock. “Goodnight, daddy.” I said with a seductive tone. “Night, Princess.” His erection gained momentum and there was no way of missing the jolts against my ass. Chris didn’t move as I wiggled around to get comfortable, only his muscle showed signs of life. The teasing went on for a couple of minutes before I drove the nail into both our coffins. “Daddy, can you hold me? I’m a little cold.” He took a few seconds to react. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea Princess. Why don’t you just take my blanket?” “Then you’re going to be cold. Just five minutes…please?” Reluctantly he placed his arm around me and pulled me in. I could feel his heart racing in his chest, but it couldn’t compare to his throbbing dick. There was no turning back now, because Chris was being overwhelmed with lust. I noticed it in the way he slowly probed my ass with his overexcited rod.  The noise from our sleeping bags got louder as the grinding became more intense. Other than the on-going friction I could only hear the sound of our breathing, and our efforts to keep as quiet as possible. “Princess…” “Shhh, daddy. You’ll wake everyone.” I warned him. “But, we shouldn’t…” Before he could finish his sentence I turned around and stuck my tongue in his mouth. Now I felt his hard cock on my hip, pleading for me to release it as I softly sucked on his lips. I rested my hand on the inside of his thigh and kept the friction going. My pussy was more than just a little anxious for Chris’s monster dick, but it wasn’t exactly the perfect setting. He relaxed a little underneath me and slowly started exploring the contours of my body. Through my clothes he grabbed and squeezed until he finally dug his hand into the back of my shorts. His finger slipped in between my cheeks and came to rest on my tiny asshole, teasing it lightly. In turn I stuck my hand down the front of his pants and felt his huge cock in the flesh. I couldn’t see it, but it was fucking intimidating. It was hot in my hand and I quietly stroked it, still slushing my tongue in his mouth. All of a sudden we heard one of the tents zipping open, making us freeze in position. There were some footsteps on the grass close to us, followed by a short silence. I didn’t let go of his dick, and neither did he remove his finger from asshole. We just breathed on each other while waiting for the footsteps to come back. It felt like forever, but it was probably only a minute or two before the footsteps returned, along with the sound of a tent getting zipped up. Immediately the action started up again, only this time round it was more heated. I was so fucking horny I would’ve done anything Chris suggested, but I decided to keep things simple. I left his lips wet with my spit as I bent towards his dick. It was time to choke on that massive muscle. Chris tangled his fingers in my hair when my warm mouth slipped over the head. The precum met my tongue and the taste sent shivers to my pussy, making me wonder why I hadn’t done anything like this sooner. “Do you like it, daddy?” I took a moment to tease him. “Yes Princess, you’re making daddy feel so good.” When I tried to swallow as much I could, I realized how big it really was. I only got halfway before it poked at the back of my throat and urged me to gag a little. I wanted to suck the skin off, that’s how horny I was, but I didn’t want to rush things. Who knew when we’d get a chance like this again? I kept swallowing and sucking with all the power my mouth allowed. Slowly and deliberately I licked his shaft as I pulled back my lips, which resulted in tasting more precum. “Can you fuck me with your big dick?” I asked while coming up for air. “Anything you want Princess.” Silently we got undressed. It wasn’t like a romantic movie where the clothes just magically disappeared. Instead, we fumbled in the darkness for quite some time. But finally we were stark naked and Chris got settled between my legs. He prepared me with two fingers, which he stuck in my pussy and then rubbed over my clit. Before he readied himself for penetration, he licked the juices from his fingers. “I love the way you taste Princess.” He said in a low voice. I didn’t have time to reply, because the head of his cock was clearing the first inches of my cunt. Completely lost in the moment I let out a cry. Chris covered my mouth, but he didn’t stop the pressure down below. It took him great effort to separate my pink walls with such a big dick, and he obviously had a hard time concealing the warm pleasure. He had to pull back every now and then in order to go deeper, and I firmly believe I reached my limit when he finally stopped pushing. His dick was now firmly lodged in my wet snatch, which meant the thrusting could finally begin. We weren’t paying attention to the sound of the sleeping bags anymore. They chafed against the material of the tent and we couldn’t stop it. All we could do is keep the noise to a minimum, although the slushing sound of my pussy didn’t help. Chris picked up the pace, but he had to maintain control in order to stay quiet. It was frustrating and magnificent all at once, because we couldn’t unleash our primal passion. The knowledge that so many strangers were sleeping only a few feet away only added to the intensity. On instinct I wrapped my legs around his toned waist, locking him inside me. And with my heels I dug into his ass cheeks. My nipples were hard against his chest, which he occasionally bit and sucked on, but he never stopped fucking me. It was hard and slow, a rhythm that usually leads to more than just a typical orgasm. When he grabbed my hands and pinned them near the top of my head, I could sense he was close. It would only be a few more thrusts before he blew his load. The friction between our bodies felt amazing, but it was the contact between our genitals that took the night. It was tight, hot and wet. His pelvis stimulated my clit with the most perfect of motions, and I felt the trouble coming my way. How was I supposed to survive this climax without screaming my lungs out? Just like in my dream Chris whispered the words, “Princess, I’m gonna cum. We have to stop…” I was too busy shuddering underneath him to reply. Instead, I tightened my legs and pulled him in deeper, showing him that the only place he was cumming would be inside my pussy. I managed to swallow my scream, but only through biting Chris’s neck while riding out my ecstasy.   “Princess…don’t…” Then it came. I could feel every hot flood of sperm, spewing from the large head of his cock. His body tensed up and his midsection jerked as my pussy drained every drop of white liquid he had. In the last seconds he threw caution to the wind and rammed my cunt with all his power. “That’s it daddy. Fill your Princess. Oh fuck, daddy!” Unfortunately we couldn’t enjoy the aftermath, because the commotion caused several of the other campers to rush to the outside. We could hear them asking each other where the sounds were coming from, so we just laid there in silence, hoping they wouldn’t look into our tent. “I don’t think we should tell mom about tonight.” I whispered while feeling the throbbing dick calm down.