'Me?' Brad pointed to himself and shrugged. 'New Orleans.'
Sally watched with bewilderment as her father's eyes roved the heaving mounds of Sissy's huge tits, rising and falling beneath her cotton tee-shirt. She wore, no bra, that was evident. Something about the situation made Sally terribly uneasy and she desperately wished everybody would go away and leave she and her father alone. But her sense of decorum demanded otherwise.
'Where's the whiskey?' ground out the stubble-bearded Pete.
'Back there in a bag,' the auburn haired girl pointed toward the tree where the boat had been tied up next to Brad's.
'Go get it.' It was a command from Pete.
'I ain't goin' all the way over there by myself, not with it so dark and all these alligators around,' she whined with squinting eyes. She was a defiant girl, that was obvious. Somehow, Sally had to respect her for that.
'If he'll come with me I'll go get it,' smiled Sissy, looking at Brad and licking her lips where a tiny trickle of blood marred her otherwise flawless skin.
Without regard for Sally's feelings or desires, not thinking of any harmful implications of leaving his daughter to these burly swamp men, he rose to his feet, offered a hand to assist the vixen and headed off toward the trees in the distance. The night was too beautiful to waste on useless daydreams, he thought. Watching his daughter dress a few minutes ago had started his balls aching and this hot little big-tilted cunt was a Godsend. He sure as hell was going to blow his cum into her one place or another before they got back to the fire with all that moonshine!
CHAPTER THREE
Sally almost opened her mouth to object as she watched her handsome father moving off in the near- darkness with the sensuous swamp girl, but before she could, they were out of the light of the fire. God, he was leaving her alone with these rough looking and talking men. What on earth could have come over him. She sat silently by the fire, aware the men's eyes were burning hotly through her clothing.
She could only hope her father stayed at least within her screaming range if anything happened. Then suddenly her mouth gaped open as she witnessed in the dim light the light-haired girl stop and pull her father into her arms, squashing her huge tits against his chest. Sally felt a blush start at the base of her neck as the pair began a slow, even grinding motion of cunt against cock with their arms wrapped around each other's backs. The couple was standing in the shadows of the trees now, just yards away from the remaining three, none of whom cared about their hotly grinding bodies, except for Sally. Pete and Sam were not appalled by Sissy's brazen cunt grinding movements.
From where she sat near the fire, Sally could see the swamp girl's mouth buried in her father's neck and she began planting hot, open-mouthed kisses over his skin. He hugged her even closer now, and one of his hands moved to the soft brown, almost blonde hair shimmering lightly down the back of her neck, running his fingers through the silver strands. God! How could he desert her like this, thought Sally possessively.
This was unbelievable! Silly's mind reeled in shock and disbelief as she watched the girl's tits mashed flat against her father's chest.
With the illumination of the moonlight, she watched the couple move even closer together, if that was possible. She could see Sissy's hands fall to her father's ass-cheeks, pulling his cock tightly to her cunt as though they were having a standing fuck. God, the two of them were actually dry fucking as some of Sally's more audacious girl friends called it. Her father must be really hard up for female attention, thought Sally, taking another sip of her wine, feeling a loathing build in her stomach. How dare he desert her with these… these brutes her only company!
'Well, look at that,' grunted Pete pointing at Brad and Sissy. 'If that little bitch ain't tryin' for more cock. You'd think three fucks a night would keep her snatch happy.'
'How about you, honey?' Sam said half laughingly, but Sally knew he was serious… dead serious. She watched with saucered eyes as the one named Pete rose to his feet and tugged at her arm. 'Come on, get up. Let's see if you're pussy's as hot as big-tits out there,' he guffawed, his stubble bearded face shimmering in valleys in the fire's glow.
'No, no thank you,' answered Sally as politely as she could. 'No.'
'Hey, come on, stand up and let me get a look at your tits and ass,' he grunted a second time, this time more good naturedly.
Afraid to cause a scene, Sally rose to her feet and brushed her jeans clean. She was swiping at her sleeves when he took her by surprise and curled her firmly into his arms, making certain he could feel the sharp full tips of her huge tits smashing tautly into his chest. He pulled her closer against him, causing her legs to spread slightly so that the bulge of his cock rubbed softly against her cunt. Even the crisp cotton of her jeans seemed to hide nothing from his senses and he could feel the flesh of her right thigh pressing inadvertently between his own legs as he began moving them in time to his own rhythm.
He glanced over her shoulder and winked at Sam who was whittling a piece of wood to little splinters with his mean looking knife. Somewhere far off a cloud drifted across the moon, cutting her off from sight of her father for a fear-building second.
God, this was just unbelievable, she thought, struggling and breaking away through the swamp from the man's binding grip. Her toes dug into the ground and she tore around the clump of trees searching desperately for her father who, as she stopped, panting and leaning against the tree, was nowhere to be seen. Apparently the sudden light of the moon had sent them searching for cover and leaving her alone. As least she was safe and away from those brutes!
It didn't seem right to be irritated with her own father, but she was. She would have thought on their first night out camping he would have taken better care of her and thought less of his own lustful needs! And that bitch Sissy! What a whore she was! Well, she would probably find them back in the woods somewhere talking and drinking the moonshine they were supposed to bring back.
In timing with the light of the moon flickering through the clouds, she sprang over a small stream, just as the lapping tide moved more swiftly in. She came to another larger shallow rushing stream almost immediately and hesitated. Sally had never been in the swamp before… didn't know it.
Could she make it in time to the other side without getting caught in the in-rushing water? Eyes wide in terror, she gritted her teeth, fear and reluctance her masters. Instinctively, like a trapped animal, she glanced back over her shoulder, seeing two dark silhouettes coming at her. Then, heart pounding like a drum, Sally reached across the stream feeling the water threaten her feet in warm, gushing swirl. In horror, she looked back from safety to see the stream a raging tide torrent where only seconds before it had been like a mild pond.
She held her breath, her worst fears suddenly confirmed, there was no sound of voices around. They had to be there somewhere! They had to! Panicked and alone, Sally hissed damning phrases at her unseen father and trying to stop the sudden volume of tears that had begun flowing, in her panic, bolstered her courage. She had to think clearly! She couldn't trust those men back there not to try and fuck her, that she knew.
Then, her eyes more accustomed to the growing darkness, she thought she spied a moving figure ahead in the trees. Carefully she made her way through the darkness and was almost to the spot when she heard a loud masculine groan.
Oh my God, Dad's been hurt, she thought, and her first reaction was to hurry towards the figures as quickly as she could. She was about to call out when she heard a soft female giggle.
Looking out from behind a tree she could hear a voice. One voice was definitely her father's and sounded as if he were moaning in pain. There were more muffled groans, then there was a hoarse panting and sharp gasps, as though her dad were having difficulty breathing. Above these distressed and miserable noises, there were occasional soft giggles from a woman. Sissy! He and that hot little whore Sissy were doing something!
Another long low giggle issued from the trees ahead and Sally edged up closer to the figures. This time she had noticed a teasing, almost sadistic quality in the giggle. It broke off in a moist-sounding gurgle that was punctuated by a low groan from her father, and then a hot wet sluicing sound that Sally couldn't make any sense of. It sounded like a hungry kid sucking on a sucker.
