into the warmly sucking depths of her devouring pussy.
For a moment they lay still, then the alligator skinner slid like a satiated child from her naked, spread body, slipping from the mattress onto the floor as though she were too hot to touch.
Sally lay there half conscious, her nostrils flaring from the heady scent of male and female cum juices which, together with the dankness of the moss-floored tent, made her head spin in confusion. She visualized, behind half-closed eyes, the swamp, the campfire, the camper truck, and all that had happened to her. Her body felt limp as a ragdoll. But even in its weakness, she felt her cum-flooded little cunt mouth undulating in small, barely noticeable circles, hungry again to be filled and fucked into a pussy-bursting cum.
Intuitively, Brad Grover knew his daughter would be outraged by his abrupt departure from the camp. God, he'd be angry too if she'd just up and left with some stranger and didn't come back. And worse still, the sickening thought jelled in his mind, what it she had followed them out into the swamp and seen he and Sissy fucking like a couple of rabbits out there on the moss covered ground. Shit, everything was going wrong… everything!
The whole situation was a mess. Sally was his daughter according to law, but in another sense she wasn't. To him, the girl represented a woman in need of a lot of affection, perhaps even more than one man alone could give. He'd tried to make her feel secure on this trip, but then that hot little cunt Sissy, had come along. What could he do? Ignore her when she started grinding her pussy into his belly? And Sally, had she left the campsite? If not, why couldn't he see the fire from the cliff?
This dirt path had to lead somewhere and he wouldn't stop his search until he found her.
On a nearby path, Sissy rubbed her shoulders with her hands, trying to warm her skin. Well, the camp's not far from here, she judged, noticing the dark shadow of the tent nestled in a grove of cypress trees. But it was far enough away from the main path to be out of sight from it. She quickened her pace to a quick, steady walk.
That shithead, Luke, she mumbled to herself, as she dug her feet into the wet soil. The swelling bruise on her right thigh was beginning to throb now. He fucked her good all right, but he always got so violent about it. Like hitting her when she told him she'd rather be naked with a woman who at least knew how to lick another woman's pussy right. Boy, that really made him mad as hell!
But it was true! There was nothing like another female who knew how to caress, to touch, to satisfy. Oh that guy from New Orleans…
Brad… was his name? He was a pretty good fuck, gentle at least.
A pinpoint of light shining through the flap of the tent told her someone was home. Well, thank God! Maybe old Sam or even that nit-wit Pete. At least then she knew that if Luke got rough with her, she'd have some hard muscles to defend her. Living in the middle of the woods with three men hadn't been living the life of Riley, that's for sure, she snickered to herself. Oh, sure, there was plenty of cock, and God knows no housekeeping to speak of, but there hadn't been any girls whose pussies she could tongue-fuck either.
Around the moss covered path to the tent, Sissy unlaced her black leather ankle-high shoes and pounded them against the tree trunk to shake off the clumps of swamp mud clinging to the heels. Carelessly, she threw them aside, took a deep breath to prepare herself for the ass-chewing she'd expected and slipped through the tent flap.
In a few seconds her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she tiptoed over to the lantern that was turned low, its dim light sending a haze of yellow light onto a pile of bodies. With a snicker, Sissy picked it up and held it in the direction of the far corner where old Sam lay in a naked heap not far from Pete. Any empty moonshine bottle separated their exhausted bodies.
Must have been one hell of a night, mused Sissy silently. Either they got deliriously drunk, or fucked their brains out, she reasoned. There isn't anything else that can make you pass out stone cold. Then it hit her. Fuck? Who?
She moved the lantern in her hand slightly to the left. Ah, ha! grunted the light haired girl. Now I see! They fucked her! They sure 'nough did. There on the tattered mattress that had witnessed many a night of three and four way fucking, drinking in the staining love juices of lust, lay Sally, legs limply spread. Her pussy mound still glistening with cum in the yellow light and she moved her naked pussy around in slow undulations as if trying to suck in the odors of cum that still lingered in the air.
Jesus, she's a beautiful little cunt! Sissy whispered, kneeling down by the mattress for a closer view. She watched with saucered eyes as the half-conscious blonde girl's fingers gently stroked the hairy thigh of Luke, who lay breathing heavily next to her. Thin strands of cum still clung to his limp, satiated cock.
Well, fuck him! thought Sissy. He can't satisfy me, but he can fuck this blonde bitch crazy. I told him he was a sissy of a cunt sucker and now I'm gonna prove him right.
Quickly then, the eighteen year old swamp girl pulled her cotton tee shirt over her head and unzipped her short skirt. Turning off the lantern, she knelt down beside Sally and let her fingers gently move down over the naked belly of the half conscious girl and tease hotly at the lips of her cunt.
Sally, startled by the touch of alien hands, spasmed for a moment before a relaxed smile crossed her face. A shudder ran through her body as she felt a hand slip behind her head to pull the strand of blonde hair free from her eyes. It seemed then that the hands were all over her nakedness.
Gently caressing and touching her, arousing her, nipping at her nipples, sliding over her belly and whispering lovingly over her pussy. The hands now heated by Sally's sweat-warmed flesh, sent renewed flashes of arousal through her slowly re-awakening body. Sissy let her tongue lick out and touch the girl's belly.
The suddenly hot, wet contact awakened Sally to consciousness, but in the darkness, she had no idea who it was. But it no longer mattered. The touch on her pussy was all that was important.
Sally could feel tips of unseen fingers expertly caress her cunt, feeling unerringly for her clit and exciting it, tickling it into vibrant life.
Hot, sensual feelings mounted though her openly spread cunt and her mind drifted as she felt someone's tongue on her lips, and fingers on her clitty. Despite her fatigue, the girl's body began to move and she remembered something from a dream. A woman arousing and kissing her naked pussy, a woman tonguing her pussy in a gentle, caring way.
These hands, Sally realized, were small and soft. Not callused and tough like those of the men who'd tugged and pulled at her flesh all night. Unlike the experience with Sam and Luke and Pete, this was raw sensual sex yet in a gentle manner. There was no pain, no demands to fuck a huge cock up inside her belly, nothing but pure sensuous pleasure.
Sally let her legs splay wide apart and felt the strange hands caress her cunt until it was moist and hot. Now a soft body was on top of her, and Sally could feel soft, feminine hair, very long hair, fall over her shoulders onto the mattress beside her. In a flicker of consciousness, she realized this could not be any one of the three men who, the last time she raised her head to look, lay unconscious on the floor. Sally's tongue idly flicked out and licked back at the tongue spearing into her mouth. The lips were soft and warm like another girl's, not chapped and rough.
Touch for touch, Sally's moving nakedness matched the strokes of the person on top of her, loving the softness of the tender touches that made her head swirl in a sensual lust she'd never known before. Tongues licked while Sissy reached down and slid a middle finger all the way up into Sally's cum-slickened cunt. Spasmodically, Sally edged her fingers between herself and the unseen figure on top of her, caressing the naked flesh of this person who was bringing such ecstasy to her.
Her hand touched, then stopped, as two huge, voluptuous titties oozed between her fingers. A woman! Her mind reeled! I'm touching another woman's tits!
Alert to the girl's acknowledgment, the swamp girl wasted no time in expertly fucking her fingers in and out of the girl's cunt. She had her hot little pussy now! Sally was writhing and groaning beneath her.
'Sally,' whispered Sissy, hotly licking into her lover's ear with her hot tongue. 'Sally, I want you to change places with me. I want to lie back and let you lick my hot pussy.'
No response came, except for more wild movements of the girl's cunt against her finger.
Damn! thought Sissy. I want this little girl to suck my cunt so Luke can watch. I want him to see what it means to have a tender pussy-licking from someone who knows how to please without getting violent about it.
With expert ministrations, Sissy began licking down the reclining blonde's belly, finally burying her face in her curling pussy hairs and seeing, in the dim light, Sally's cunt open and twitching convulsively, begging to be tonguefucked as it glistened with excitement. It looked to her as if it were another independent part of her body. Sissy's tongue flicked out and slowly licked around the other girl's hotly swollen cunt lips while Sissy herself
