Campfire Cravings: A Daughter’s Taboo Desire

The sun had set on the campsite, and the stars were shining brightly above. Dad and his daughter, Jessica, had settled in for the night. Unfortunately, in their excitement to pack and set off on their camping trip, they had only brought one sleeping bag.

Dad looked over at Jessica, who was huddled in a blanket, shivering in the cool night air. He felt a pang of guilt for not thinking to bring an extra sleeping bag.

“Jessica, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we only brought one sleeping bag. Here, why don’t you share my sleeping bag with me? It’ll be warmer that way,” he offered.

Jessica hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. She didn’t want to be a burden to her dad, but she was also cold.

“Okay, Dad. Thank you,” she finally said, climbing into the sleeping bag with him.

As they settled in, the warmth of the sleeping bag enveloped them, and they both let out a sigh of relief. But as they lay there, side by side, something shifted in the air between them.

Dad couldn’t help but notice how close Jessica was to him, how her soft breath tickled his neck, how her body fit perfectly against his. He felt a stirring in his loins, a desire that he had never felt before.

Jessica, too, felt something hard pressing against her bottom.

Finally, Jessica broke the silence. “Dad… is that your thingy pressing against my ass?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Ah, Jessica, I’m afraid it is, I am so sorry” he replied, his voice husky with desire. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, the softness of her body against his. It was too intoxicating, and overwhelming. He tried to remind himself that she was his daughter, that this was wrong, but the feeling was too strong to ignore.

Jessica shifted slightly, pressing herself even closer to me. “Dad, I don’t mind,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing. “I kind of like it. You can put it inside me if you want, I won’t tell anyone.”

A shiver of excitement ran down Dad’s spine at Jessica’s words. Here they were, in the wilderness under the cover of darkness, sharing a sleeping bag and tempted by desires they’d never before considered.

Dad swallowed hard, trying to think clearly. “Are you sure, Jessica?” He asked, his voice ragged with lust, attempting to be a voice of reason in this raw and intimate moment. It had been years since Dad experienced the touch of another; he had almost forgotten this intoxicating fusion of desire and vulnerability that could only be stirred by a lover’s embrace.

Jessica nodded, her eyes glinting in the moonlight. She lifted her hips, presenting herself to him, temptation embodied. As her father, he shouldn’t, but an inexplicable force pulled him ever closer, his self-restraint crumbling fast.

She hiked her nightie up and pulled her panties to the side, “honest its ok,” she said as they both remained in the spooning position.

Dad hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He knew that what he was about to do was wrong, but the desire burning within him was too strong to resist.

Slowly, he reached down and gently touched Jessica’s wet opening, feeling her warmth and wetness against his fingers. She let out a soft moan, her body trembling with pleasure.

With a deep breath, Dad slowly pushed himself inside of her, feeling her tightness envelop him. They both let out a gasp as he began to move, their bodies moving in sync with each other.

Their lovemaking was slow and passionate, their bodies moving together as one. The sounds of their heavy breathing and soft moans filled the air, a testament to their forbidden desires.

“I will go slowly sweetheart, does it feel good,” Dad said as he slowly rocked his hips as his cock went in and out of her pussy slowly.

Jessica moaned in response, her body writhing with pleasure as her father filled her. “Yes, Dad, it feels so good,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Their lovemaking continued, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time itself. Dad’s hands explored Jessica’s body, feeling the softness of her skin and the curves of her hips. Jessica’s hands reached back, grabbing onto Dad’s thighs as she pulled him deeper inside of her.

“Dad your cock feels so good, filling me pussy, I bet you miss pussy don’t you,” Jessica moaned, her words a whisper against the cool night air. Dad’s movements became more urgent, the pressure building deep within him.

“Yes, Jessica, I have missed this,” Dad confessed, his voice strained with pleasure. “But nothing compares to being inside you. Oh, fuck your so tight.”

He lay behind her holding her hips tighter, pulling her closer as he plunged deeper into her wetness. Jessica moaned louder, her breath hitching with each thrust. The pleasure building between them was electric, a magnetic force that neither could resist. He pounded into her with her ass cheeks clapping against him as he took her pussy hard.

Dad’s hips pistoned harder and faster, filling Jessica’s pussy to the brim as she moaned and whimpered with pleasure. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the forest, a testament to their forbidden desires.

Their pleasure built to a fever pitch as Dad’s thrusts became more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Jessica’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

“Dad, I’m going to come,” she cried out, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.

Dad felt his climax building, his balls tightening with the impending release. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside Jessica, feeling her warmth envelop him as he filled her with his seed.

They both collapsed onto the sleeping bag, their bodies spent and satisfied. The cool night air enveloped them as they lay there, their hearts beating in unison. Neither spoke, unsure of what to say after such a forbidden act.

But as they lay there, the warmth of their shared pleasure lingered between them, a bond that could never be broken. Despite the taboo nature of their lovemaking, they had found a connection that transcended convention and propriety. They had found a love that was raw, primal, and undeniable.

As the night wore on, the sound of their breathing slowed and their bodies relaxed. Despite the forbidden nature of their lovemaking, they had found a connection that transcended convention and propriety. They had found a love that was raw, primal, and undeniable.

And as the sun began to rise, casting its first light on the sleeping bag, they knew that their love was a secret that would remain between them forever.