A Grand Father-Daughter Vacation

With the clouds the sky darkened even earlier than usual so we all said out goodnights and disappeared into our tents. Well, all but a few hardy souls who wanted to spend the last night under the stars. Inside our tent my dad had spread both of our sleeping bags, one on top the other, like a blanket. No doubt everyone else was using their cots but clearly my dad had other plans for our last night together in the Grand Canyon. Besides, the sand wasn't that uncomfortable to sleep on, especially with the sleeping bags doubled up under us. One thing though would be nice, no bugs tonight! Still, he left the flaps undone to keep us from sweltering. A nice breeze was blowing, at least at the moment, so hopefully we wouldn't be too hot.

It felt good to slip off my shorts and tank top and lay naked on the sleeping bags. Even so, with the moon covered by the clouds it was pitch black though so it wasn't like my dad could see me. I could hear him fumbling with his clothes and then his hands on my ankles as he made his way in the dark. It was like a blond man exploring me and I found it rather sensual.

"I'm going to miss this," he said softly as his hands slowly worked their way up my bare legs, "This has been an incredible week."

"I love you daddy... thanks so much for bringing me here, it?s been a perfect week."

He laughed, "Even with the rain today?"

"Well..." I said and paused. We both laughed then.

"You know, in a way it worked out just fine," my dad said as his hand found their way to my thighs and I spread them out for him. I'd deliberately held them tightly together until he started to press his hands between them, opening them then deliberately such that he knew I was offering myself to him. It was little things like that I knew he appreciated. I'd learned early on that a guy loves it most when a girl actively shows him he wants her through words and deeds. I COULD have laid there with my legs spread apart and made it easier but by opening them in response to his touch demonstrated that I was submitting myself to him.

"Mmmmmmm," I murmured as his hand pressed into my crotch. I felt his fingers exploring me in the darkness. Yes indeed, it WAS dark! It was like being in a cave a mile underground. Even with my eyes no adjusting I couldn't even see the outline of my father as he caressed me lovingly.

"Kiss me daddy... kiss my pussy."

For whatever reason, eating my pussy wasn't something my dad did often. My mom has even told me he never did it for her all that much while they were married. In fact, once she even remarked how I did it more than him! Admittedly I much prefer it to be done by a girl but still, sometimes I think the man needs to show a little effort for what I'm about to do for him! While I couldn't see his expression or his initial response, I knew he never failed to take my "hints" to heart and yet again I wasn't disappointed.

"Oh daddy... that feels SOOOOO good!" I sighed as I felt his unseen tongue on my clit. Then one of his fingers pressed into me, easily slipping inside of me thanks to the my arousal. "Right there daddy... right there!"

Damn, I knew I'd put my headlamp someplace where it would supposedly be easy to find in the dark but now that I actually needed it of course I couldn't find it. Just as men seem to all love watching me when I'm sucking their dicks, so too do I when it comes to watching their face pressed into my crotch, their outstretched tongue dancing on my clit and pussy. It's so erotic to see their face wet from pressing into my pussy, knowing that sheen is due to my sexual desire and needs.

I felt my hips rise up as he put his arms under my thighs and pushed forward, causing my butt to raise off the sleeping bag and then there was the feel of his large hands cupping my buttocks. It was like he was holding a watermelon in his hands, lifting it up to his face and then gorging himself on the taste of me.

A second finger now joined the first, stretching me more apart as his tongue worked his way and his lips grasped my pussy lips between them. Using his two fingers to stretch me apart, his tongue pushed its way inside of me, like a slipper smooth dick teasing me. My hands were each on one of my boobs, squeezing them and massaging them as my father ate my pussy. Maybe it was having so many people camped near to us. Maybe it was the blackout darkness. Maybe he was inspired by the amazing place we were at the moment. Whatever it was, it was life this was the best my dad had ever been when it came to oral sex with me!

"Damn you taste good," I heard him whisper. It was so quiet even a low whisper sounded like it was coming from a megaphone. Could anyone hear us? I knew some of the other tents were only a few feet away but given we'd never used them until this night, I had no idea what they could or could not hear but as it WAS out last night, who cared? Well, not me, that's for sure - and apparently the same went for my dad.

My butt dropped back to the soft sleeping bag as his arms pulled back from under me. Even though it was so dark I couldn't make out a thing, I still closed my eyes as I felt his hands land on my upper thigh, one on each side, and then gently caress my legs from my hip to my ankles. Mmmmmmm, it felt so good feeling his hands over me. I tried to imagine him now as he had to have been kneeling between my legs all stretched out and wide apart. After making a few round trips he moved from the tops of my thighs more to the inner parts, making me tingle when he would push up to my hip bone with his thumbs pushed out such that they rubbed up along my soaking wet pussy, pushing through my wet pubic hair.

"You know... I've always loved your legs," he whispered as he just ribbed my upper inner thighs now, continuing to tease my pussy with each pass. "God your skin feels so warm and soft... so smooth."

Thankfully it WAS so dark so he couldn't see me stifling a giggle. It hadn't been all that easy - of fun for that matter, shaving my legs earlier in the cold river. True, at this point in the trip it was the warmest it had been the entire week but it was STILL far from a nice warm shower. From what I could tell, none of the other women had bothered shaving the entire trip but then they didn't have their father along to please either.

"And your perfect belly... so flat and smooth," he continued as his hands moved upward, first up along the outside of my hip and then over my torso below my boobs. "You have the best figure of any woman on this trip."

Well... flattery will get a man EVERYWHERE, especially when it's your dad complimenting your nude body. It's not like he HAD to say such things - I would have given myself to him this evening even if he had said nothing. Still, a girls can NEVER get too many compliments.

Then it was my boobs' turn as his invisible hands moved over them, covering them more than most of the outfits I'd worn on the trip.

"Remember when I first touched these?" he asked softly, gently toying with them as his thumbs ran over my nipple.

"Yes daddy... I do," I cooed softly in return. Honestly, I really wasn't sure exactly which time he was referring to but then did it really matter. Obviously HE remembered one special time as being the first and so long as it made him happy, it made me happy.

"They're just... so perfect," he complimented me again as he caressed them softly to start and then more firmly. I smiled to myself recalling the time he'd named them "Goldilocks boobs" - not too small, not too big, but just right.

I couldn't help myself as I jumped slightly when his mouth took my right nipple between his lips and tugged gently. I hadn't seen his head lower so it was bit of s surprise. Not that it was a surprise that he DID it - my dad had always loved to suck on my breasts. It was just I hadn't seen him and I'd been so focused on his hands that I couldn't help but react.

"I love your nipple... they get so big and hard when you're excited."

While I couldn't SEE them to confirm his findings, I could certainly FEEL my nipples and the way they felt now I had to imagine my nipples were like two large pencils erasers, poking out. Given how large they became when I was aroused, it was always a source of pride for me the way guys would stare at my chest when I wore a tight thin tank top or sheer while blouse.

As my dad leaned over me to suckle my breasts, I could feel the tip of his hard dick against my leg. Even though I knew the odds were for all intents and purposes 100% that it would be inside of me before long, I still couldn't help but feel a little anxious - not to mention incredibly horny! From the way he was twerking his hips to cause it to rub against me, I got the distinct impression my dad was as horny as I was - and likely even more if I knew him.

From my boobs he made his way to my neck, his tongue tracing a path on my upper chest and then he lips caressed my neck and as he gently kissed me, his tongues continued to play against my skin. The he did what I know he must know to be my favorite.. kissing my neck and earlobes while he played with my hair. There's just something about feeling a man running his fingers through my hair that I find incredible erotic. I've even cum more than once just from that alone although granted, I'd been extremely horny at the time.

"I love so much when you touch me daddy... when you kiss me," I moaned.

"Mmmmmmm, I love you baby girl," he responded and I knew what THAT signaled. Reaching down, I grabbed his hard erection in my hand and guided him as he maneuvered himself into place between my legs. I raised my knees until me feet were flat on the sleeping bad which allowed me to lift my hips to make it easier for him. It was exciting and yet almost scary at the same time. Exciting in that I knew my dad was about to fuck me, almost scary in that I knew at this moment it was going to happen now no matter what I might say or do. It's not like I could ever imagine WANTING to stop him at this point, but it was something to consider that neither did I have choice any longer.

"Oh YES daddy! Fuck me!" I groaned as I felt the head of his dick barely penetrate me. While I couldn't see it now, I had plenty pf prior memories to fill in what the darkness hid. Indeed, as he began to press harder against me, forcing my tight pussy to accept him, I could see as clearly as if the tent was lit with a spotlight the first time I'd felt this very same sensation. Then I was laying on my bed, watching in amazement as my father prepared to fill me with his incestuous erection.

"Deeper daddy... I want you ALL inside of me."

"And I want nothing more... nothing in the whole world," he replied.

"Ohhhhhh!" I cried out, louder than perhaps I should have considering the not exactly private situation but I couldn't help myself. There's not a better feeling for me in the entire world than what I was experiencing at this very moment - the filling of my empty pussy with my father's incestuous dick. It was like I was made for him, as if my pussy had been created solely for his cock. Then again he WAS my father so why wouldn't we fit perfectly together?

"I could stay like this forever baby girl," he said in a voice hoarse and thick with his lust for me once he had bottomed out, his hairy pubic hair now pressed tightly against my crotch. I could feel the base of his dick pressing into my pubic bone, grinding into my clit.

At that moment I felt the exactly the same. I wanted to beg him to hold me, to fuck me, to never physically separate himself from me ever again but it wasn't necessary. His forearms were around my neck as we kissed like lovers as his elbows kept the weight of his body off of me. His hips were silent, allowing his throbbing dick to simply rest inside of me, caressed by my wet warmth. It was home... exactly where it belonged... deep inside his loving daughter's pussy.

As much as I would have loved to have simply stayed that way all night, I knew from past experience it wasn't going to last long and indeed, my dad's male instincts soon took over.

That's it daddy... fuck me," I begged, wrapping my legs around him and locking my ankles to enable me to pull him into me, as if he needed any help! I also knew those were the three words my dad loved to hear more than any other... "Fuck me daddy!" What was so cool was that only one person in the entire world could say those words to him... ME!

He didn't SAY anything in response but instead just grunted as his mind focused on what a millennium of evolution and instinct now drove him to do - to mate a female and dominate her. True, it was mostly symbolic in that neither of us had the physical ability to actually "mate" but as they say, it's the thought that counts. Likewise when it came to domination. Yes, he outweighed me by a lot and was so much stronger than me but I knew that in the end there was way he would ever hurt me or allow harm to come to me. At the same time it was why I loved being in the missionary position with him - to "submit" myself to my father as a good Christian daughter is meant to do.

It was SOOOOO quiet! Indeed the silence was such that it seemed to magnify the sounds of our sex. Each time his crotch met mine as he plunged deep into me there was a slapping sound that sounded like a thunderclap in the stillness. Our mutual moans of ecstasy would normally never be heard but what about tonight in the quiet of the night at the bottom of the Grand Canyon? Each grunt from my dad as he thrust himself into me seemed to echo off the tent walls. True, maybe it was all my imagination but still... was it?

Typically we would be changing positions but tonight we remained as we were, me lying flat on my back while my dad hovered over me, his hips rhythmically moving up and down to drive his dick into em, and then back to pull it all but out of me. Once in a while he would overdo it and accidently pull out, causing me to whimper with the sudden feeling of loneliness as I waited anxiously for him to return. What was even more amazing was how long he was holding out without succumbing to the final stage... ejaculation.

As for me, I have no idea how many times I came. It was like one endless orgasm as one would rise and then before it could ebb away another took its place, raising me once again to the ultimate plateau of pleasure. The poor sleeping bag below me must be getting soaked with my cum but that was about the LAST thing on my mind as my daddy fucked me silly.

Usually just watching my dad's face is all I need to see to be warned about his impending explosion but tonight I couldn't even see an outline in the pitch blackness. Too bad as it was so erotic to watch the transformation as his orgasm rose within him. It was almost animal-like as his lust and need for sexual fulfillment consumed the last vestige of his fatherhood. I could see it in his eyes as his dick swelled, the most sensual and intense look ever seen on a man. But not tonight as the darkness was like the shades had been pulled on the window to his desires.

"Oh God, I'm cumming!" he groaned as I felt him drive himself into me as far as he could. With his dick fully engulfed by my pussy I felt the pressure of his hips as he convulsed, each time shooting a stream of his cum deep within me. I could barely feel the bloom of warmth but it was there.. my dad's love for me taking up residence within me.

"I love you so much Kelly," he moaned as I felt him collapse, his elbows still catching most of his weight but he as weaker now and correspondingly I felt more of him pressing down on me. I couldn't help but notice as well that he called me Kelly instead of baby girl or any other of a litany of pet names he had for me.

With that he rolled over to the side of me, his spent dick now free from my grip, leaving me naked on my back as I felt his incestuous cum dripping out of me and down along my ass hole. Poor sleeping bad - even more of a need to wash it now!

Not surprisingly, my dad quickly fell asleep, snoring loudly now. My chest was still pounding as my heart slowly resumed its normal rate. Damn, I wanted more! At the same time, I was a little annoyed at another feeling - this one not exactly welcome. Damn if I didn't have to pee... and BAD!

Reaching out, my hand landed squarely on top of my headlamp. Now why had it been so hard to find before? In any case, I put it on my head and turned it on. My dad was lying on his back - hence the loud snores, and I couldn't help but stare at his now limp cock. It was hard to believe seeing it so small and shriveled that it had felt so he in me just minutes before! Looking about, I tied to find my clothes but apparently they were now under my sleeping father and I knew for all intents and purposes they were goners, at least until he woke in the morning. Damn, where was everything?

I couldn't keep looking - Mother Nature was calling and she wasn't going to take no for an answer much longer. There was something - one of the towels we'd bought that were supposedly good at soaking things up yet quick to dry. Only problem was it wasn't exactly a beach towel - more like a hybrid between a bath towel and hand towel. Oh well, it would have to do.

Ever notice how the simplest things become major enterprises when you have to go to the bathroom? Unzipping the tent fell right into that category as I struggled to get it open. Finally I managed to do it just right and it mocked me - the final portions unzipping easily as if to say it had been all my fault until then.

Stepping outside, the temperature had dropped somewhat but at least the sky had cleared. As bad as I had to go, I couldn't help but witching off my headlamp and looking up into the incredible display above me. The Milky Way was magnificent, something I might never see again after tonight.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

If I'd been wearing shoes I'd have jumped right out of them. It was so dark that I hadn't seen anyone approach but as quiet as it was you would have thought I'd of heard something but apparently I'd been so mesmerized by the skies that I hadn't been listening.

At first I wasn't sure who it was but then I remembered the voice. It had to be Don, the oldest person on the trip. He and his wife Kate were both in their 70's and whole they didn't do many of the side hikes, I was amazed they could make the trip in the first place! I hadn't really interacted with either of them much other than some friendly conversation at dinner of when they sat next to us on the raft.

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you," he said softly. My eyes had adjusted to the dark again and there was just enough starlight to see him now - which also meant there was just enough starlight for him to see ME now! Which reminded me... the towel was in my hand, NOT around my body.

"Ooops... sorry," I said as I hurriedly wrapped it around me as best I could. It barely even went once around me and there was no way it was big enough to full cover my boobs AND my ass at the same time so I compromised - just over my nipples and ALMOST over my butt.

"Oh don't worry - it's not like most of us haven't seen most of you during the past week," he chuckled. "Sorry... one thing about being old is having to make a lot of trips to the river."

"Ummmmm, me too," I replied as I followed him down the trail to the river edge. On arrival I saw the water level in the river had risen dramatically, not an unusual occurrence which was why they warned us to be careful o0n trips on like this. Sometimes it was higher, other times lowered but one way or the other it was never how we left it when we went to bed. Only problem now was the spots where we'd previously used for this were now submerged, leaving only one small area where it looked to be safe to go.

"I guess ladies first," Don offered.

"Nonsense, as you said, it's not like we haven't seen the other dong this before," I said.