Chapter Eight

 

 

“I thought you’d never find the place.”

Cherry dropped a tarp, raft, blanket, bundle of tree branches, and rope on the ground. “Are you kidding? I know this campground like the back of my hand.”

“Wow, you carried all that stuff from your site to mine?”

Nodding, she said, “Looks like we’re both magicians. You’ll have to tell me how you performed your trick.”

Phil’s fingers rolled along her thighs as she bent to unbundle the branches. “What trick would that be?”

Hitting his hand away, she said, “You somehow escaped my cabin without me or my parents noticing. How did you manage that?”

“Ahh, well a magician never reveals his secrets.”

Cherry shook her head. “You’re such a dork.”

“You’re such a slut.” He lifted her sundress all the way up over her hips before she could drop the branches and pull it back down. “Come on, get naked for me.”

“What the fuck, Phil?” Cherry’s head buzzed as she glanced around the tree-lined campsite. “Someone might walk by.”

“I don’t care. We didn’t get to finish what we started this morning, and my dick’s been aching all day.”

“Stop it, stupid!” She pulled down her dress every time he yanked it up. The fact that he wouldn’t listen made her super-angry, but for some reason she started laughing. “Stop it, dickface. Leave me alone.”

“Is that what you really want?”

Why was this turning her on so much? She’d told him to stop, but he kept pulling on the fabric, trying to get her dress over her head. As much as she wanted to stay angry, she knew she was about to give in.

“Phil, I brought all this stuff to build you a pup tent. Are you gonna let me do it or not?”

“Later.” One hand found her pussy, and he squeezed it over her cotton panties before digging the other hand underneath. She was so wet and she could feel her juice coating his fingers as he played with her clit. “Oh god, I need to fuck you. I need to fuck you right now.”

“Just wait until I build the stupid tent. Then we’ll have some shelter.”

“I don’t need shelter.” He gave up trying to take off her dress, and squeezed her breasts instead. “All I need is you.”

In any other context, that might have sounded sweet. Right now, it sounded pervy. Cherry’s tits swelled as Phil lifted her stretchy turquoise bra. She thought about struggling, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“If only I had more hands.” Phil’s breath fell hot on her ear. “Then I could squeeze both your tits and play with your clit and finger-bang you.”

“You’d need four hands to do all that,” Cherry panted.

“Five, because I’d want to do this, too.” Grabbing her wrist, he brought her hand to his crotch so roughly she tried to pull away. “What’s wrong, little girl? Suddenly you’re afraid of Daddy’s big dick?”

She swallowed hard, then grabbed him even harder. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

“Yeah, rub it. That’s right.”

Her palm moved on his pants like it had a mind of its own. She couldn’t see what she was doing, since he was standing behind her, but her hand managed to follow the bulge of his cock as he undulated against her. His fingers travelled beneath her dress and played over her panties. Every breath sounded like a naughty word. She still worried about other campers seeing them, but her resistance had worn down to nothing.

“Come on. Come over here.” He dragged her to the picnic table. “Climb up. Put your knees on the bench and your elbows on the top.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Cherry struggled into position, which was tricky, because her legs had gone weak with arousal.

“I’d be more concerned about what’s getting into you.”

The unmistakeable sound of a fly unzipping brought a sense of urgency to Cherry’s thighs. Her head felt like a bowling ball, and she let it fall into the cradle of her forearms. Her legs were spread, but Phil had no trouble pulling her panties down her thighs. She bundled up the fabric of her dress until she could see his naked cock coming at her, heading straight for her pussy.

Cherry whimpered when his tip found her slit. “Fuck me, please.”

“Call me Daddy,” Phil said. “I’m starting to like it.”

“Daddy,” she said, softly, her voice disappearing into the gathered fabric of her dress. And then she said it a little louder. “Fuck me, Daddy. I want you so bad.”

“Right here in the open, where anyone could see?”

Cherry’s pussy clamped down on his cock. The idea of strangers seeing her exposed ass, her wet pussy, his erection as it pummelled her… what would they do? Would they inform the park rangers? Would they take pictures? Or just stand there and watch?

“What if my parents find out?” Cherry raised her head from the table and looked around Phil’s campsite. Her eyes blurred with lust, but it seemed like Phil’s car and a number of trees blocked the view from the road. That said, nothing in the campground was totally self-contained. It was always possible to be seen.

“You’re scared.” Phil’s fingers dug into Cherry’s hips as he hammered her cunt with his cock. “I can feel your fear in your pussy. It’s so tight, Cherry. You’re like a sweet sixteen virgin, never been fucked.”

“Eighteen,” Cherry said, absently.

“Touch your clit for me, baby.” He slapped her fingers. “Rub it. Stroke it.”

She was already rubbing and stroking his balls with her other hand, and at first it was hard to do two things at once. She was thinking about it too much. Over-thinking it. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the subtle thrusts of his hips. She echoed his motion with her body, driving her slick mound against her hand. Oh, that felt good.

“You like my fat prick in your cunt, don’t you baby?”

“Keep your voice down.” She looked around on high alert, like a rabbit with its ears perked up. “Someone might hear you.”

Phil chuckled in a way that sounded almost cruel. “Oh, how the tables have turned.”

“I don’t want to get caught.” Her heart raced as sunlight dappled her bare shoulders. Her pussy hugged him hard. Why was fear such a turn-on? “Don’t let them catch us, Daddy.”

“I won’t, baby.” His fingers dug into the giving flesh of her hips. “You’re safe with me.”

The sun’s warmth flooded Cherry’s chest as Phil impaled her, racing in and out at shocking speeds. The friction of his cock in her cunt built a sizzling heat that hand-on-clit couldn’t compete with.

“I’m sick of this,” Phil growled, grabbing the hem of her dress and hoisting it over her head. “Get it off. Take it off. I want you naked.”

Cherry’s internal resistance couldn’t begin to match her need for cock. When he yanked her dress off, she didn’t even try to stop him. Her arms soared into the air with the lightweight fabric. She held them up as he pulled off her stretchy turquoise bra. All that was left were the panties around her thighs. He left those as they were.

“You’re not naked,” she said as he gripped her shoulders.

“That’s because I’m in control.” His fingers pressed into her muscles, making her flinch. “It’s my way or the highway, baby.”

For a moment, Cherry felt really awkward and weird. It was another few seconds before she realized that was because “it’s my way or the highway” was one of those Daddy-isms her father ceaselessly spouted.

“Problem?” Phil asked, thrusting so deep his cock panged in her pussy.

“No.”

She’d never felt so small or so vulnerable—well, not since the first the first time she’d had sex. Phil made her feel like a virgin again. How was he doing that?

“God, I love these perky young tits.” His hands cradled her breasts as he fucked her. “You don’t know what you do to me, baby. You make me lose my mind.”

“Oh.” Her heart fluttered.

“And you know what else?” He mashed her tits together as he rammed her from behind. “You’re gonna make me blow my load.”

“Oh.” Cherry spread her legs a little wider, although the wooden bench felt hard against her knees. She bowed deeper, until Phil’s hands met the picnic table. It felt so good, the way he teased her and squeezed her. With her ass in the air, she felt like a dog, like a bitch in heat, giving it up for the first mutt to glance her way.

She wondered if she could take Phil’s dick in her ass. She’d always been so scared, with Brad, but she wasn’t scared now. Not with Phil. He acted like he knew what he was doing, and that convinced her that he did.

“Phil,” she whimpered.

Smacking her ass, he said, “Call me Daddy.”

“Daddy.” Her voice had gone quiet, almost disappeared completely. “I want you to…”

“Come?”

“No, I want you to…”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come.” Releasing her tits, he grabbed her by the hips again. That never got old.

Yanking her into the saddle of his hips, he shocked her body with every thrust. She landed against his pelvis, and rebounded off. Her ass wouldn’t stay put. The moment it met his flesh, she’d fall across the wooden table, building up strips of peeling brown paint across her skin.

“My pussy,” she cried, because it was starting to feel raw and used. “My pussy, Daddy…”

“I’m gonna come in your tight little pussy, baby. I’m gonna come right now.”

Filling her depths, he released a torrent inside her. How did she know when he’d come? Could she really feel it? Could she really feel his warm mess tainting her snatch? Probably not, but she was strangely sure she sensed it in there. He’d filled her so full she couldn’t even scream.

Pulling out, he said, “You didn’t come.”

His stuff dripped down her thigh, hot as hell.

“I want you to come.”

Cherry collapsed on the picnic table, panting with an exhaustion so deep she could feel it in her bones. She ached all over.

“Get up on the table.” Phil gave her ass a smack. “Lie on your back for me, baby. I want to watch you come.”

The stupid table felt like Everest. She heaved herself up, sideways, and rolled onto her back, just like Phil wanted. She lay there with her legs parted, waiting for him to find her swollen cunt with his mouth.

“Well?” he said from beside the picnic table. “Get to work.”

“Me?” Her body melted into a sun-warmed heap. Her muscles had all gone slack. She knew she ought to cover up before someone caught sight of her, naked as a jaybird, but her clothes were so far away. And her eyes… her eyelids fluttered shut as the summer sun painted her breasts and her belly a glowing tan.

“Cherry!”

“Huh?” She covered her breasts with one hand, and her pussy with the other. “What?”

“I want to watch you come.”

Phil’s eyes blazed, like they could burn a hole in her cunt. She wasn’t sure why she felt like she had to obey him. Really, what would he do if she didn’t put on a show? It wasn’t like he’d hurt her. Phil wasn’t that kind of guy.

But, strangely, she wanted to please him now more than ever. Strange, because he’d already come. If Cherry wanted an orgasm, shouldn’t she want it for herself? No. She wanted it as a gift for him.

As her fingers slipped across her thighs, sneaking toward her pussy, Phil whispered, “That’s right.”

A smile crossed her lips when she pressed her pussy lips against her pulpy, engorged clit. “Oh!”

“Feels good, does it?”

“Yes.”

“Show me again.” Fully dressed, Phil took a step closer to her naked body. “Show me how you play with yourself, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She looked him in the eye. “Anything for you.”

His gaze sharpened until it looked every bit as threatening as his teeth. “Keep going.”

She mashed her pussy lips with both hands, until her clit throbbed between them. It felt really strange, masturbating out in the open like this, not hiding in the woods, not hiding under layers of clothing. The sun kissed her naked skin the way she wished Phil would, but he just looked down like he was evaluating her performance.

Oh no! Voices from the dirt road. And footsteps. Coming closer.

“What’s wrong?” Phil asked.

Cherry rolled on the picnic table, but Phil held her there. Damn, he was strong.

“Let me go,” she whispered. “There are people.”

“Too bad.”

“No.” Tears welled in her eyes. Seriously? She was going to cry now? Apparently yes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to spin out of his arms. “They’ll see me. They’ll see.”

“Good,” he growled, taking her in a bear hug. She somehow ended up with her feet on the ground. “If you keep struggling, maybe I’ll walk you out to the dirt road and introduce you.”

She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Was this really the same Phil who wouldn’t fuck her in the lake? Who rolled over and played pussy for her parents? He’d grown a set overnight. And Cherry liked it.

The people passed by slowly. She could see their hats over the top of Phil’s car as they laughed together. If they’d turned and gazed through the windows, they’d have seen her. They’d have seen her naked body in Phil’s unforgiving arms. What would they have done? Maybe they’d have thought he was raping her. Probably. After all, she did have tears streaming down her face.

“Daddy,” she whispered as the campers continued past his site. “Daddy, they didn’t see me.”

“No,” he said.

Her fingers found her bare pussy lips and spread them. “I want to come.”

“I want you to come.” A growl in her ear.

“I want to come for Daddy.”

He turned her around and lifted her onto the table. She didn’t lie down this time. Spreading her legs, she mashed her cunt with one hand. The pleasure came on hot and fast. Her pussy tightened. Her asshole clenched. How was she so close already?

“Daddy?” Cherry asked, sticking out her swollen breasts. “Will you suck my titties?”

“Yes,” he groaned, falling between her feet on the bench.

His mouth found her nipple and he sucked unrelentingly, but he did more than that. As Cherry crushed her clit, he launched his thumb into her cunt. Pussy juice flooded her ass crack, and Phil followed it down until the pad of his finger was circling her hole.

“Oh, Daddy!”

“Have you done this before?”

She wasn’t sure how to answer, so she just said, “No.”

“Good girl. That’s a good, good girl.” He circled his finger around the rim. “I want you to only be a bad girl for Daddy.”

She gasped when he pressed his fingertip into her ass. Her muscles clenched, and he laughed, but Cherry was way past laughing. A tsunami orgasm bowled her over. It came from everywhere at once: her tits as Phil teased them, her clit as she pulverized it with her rough little hand, her pussy, which Phil fucked with his thumb, and her ass, which he teased with a finger.

Thrusting her hips, she met his hand roughly, extending herself until her thighs trembled. Every muscle ached as her tight little asshole clamped on Phil’s finger. Her body shook and she collapsed on the picnic table, panting wildly. The summer sun was so soothing on her pretty pink nipples.

“What are you waiting for?” Phil teased. “Get up put my tent together. You’ve wasted enough time already.”

She laughed, a giddy trill. “Build your own damn tent.”

“I don’t know how.”

“You’re such a pussy.”

Phil jerked his thumb around her snatch. “Right back ‘atcha.”

“If you’re gonna be a dick, I’m not telling you my good news.”

“What good news?” He yanked his thumb from her pussy. “Does it involve me?”

“It could,” she said, teasing him.

“Well? What is it?”

She climbed back into her clothes, covering her sun-kissed flesh, waiting for Phil to ask again.

“Cherry!” He swatted her ass. “Tell Daddy what he wants to know.”

The spanking stung a bit, but she wanted another. Rubbing her butt, she said, “Mom and Daddy told me to go see Brad’s concert on Friday night. They’re giving me the car. I just have to drive it back on Saturday.”

Phil didn’t react. At all.

“Did you hear that? I get to see Brad’s concert. Maybe he won’t break up with me now.”

“Great,” Phil grumbled. “Good for you.”

Cherry’s heart beat a little more quietly, like it was afraid of arousing suspicion. “Well, I was thinking you’d come with me. Want to? We could have a road trip and then stay the night at your place. Is it anywhere near The Moose?”

“What, you mean the bar? Yeah, I guess… but…”

“You don’t want to go?” She looked at him beseechingly, until his worried expression softened. “Just come. It’ll be fun.”

A slow smile crossed his lips. “Park your parents’ car in my site. If we’re road-tripping, we really should take the convertible.”

Cherry almost called it his mid-life crisis car, but that would have cut a little too close to the bone, she suspected.

She spent the next hour teaching a reluctant Phil how to build a tent out of tarps and sheets and branches, but he seemed distant all the while. She didn’t ask what was on his mind. Maybe he was thinking about his ex-wife. If that was the case, she didn’t want to know.

“Did you have a relaxing walk?” her mother asked when she returned to their site. “You were gone quite a while.”

“I know,” she snapped, though she wasn’t really angry. “I had to get away from you.”

Her mother’s expression fell as Cherry strutted into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Her eye was immediately drawn to her mom’s bright red makeup bag, which sat open on the counter. Sticking out was a bottle of lube, and the sight of it turned Cherry’s head into a block of cement. She cringed at the idea of her parents using it… for what? Because every time Cherry thought of lube, her mind went immediately to anal sex. Did her daddy fuck her mom up the ass?

She stood there, dazed, staring at the tube. Her skull felt like it was full of bees as she picked it up and slipped it under the band of her panties. She left the bathroom without even peeing.