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  AMY'S CAMPING FUN WITH DADDY

  A Forbidden Taboo Erotica

  By

  Saffron Daughter

  Published by Fervid Dreams

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  This is a story of taboo lust and love between step-relations. No relations between blood-relations are depicted in this story. All characters depicted in this story are consenting adults.

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  She's going camping with the man of the house... and he's horny!

  Amy is going camping with the man of her house, and she couldn't be more excited. He's hot as hell, and she's secretly in taboo love with him. Only... he doesn't know.

  But Darren's got plans of his own. He's always been attracted to Amy, who he practically raised, and this camping trip is just the perfect time to make a move...

  This is a taboo story of love and lust between two people who should love each other... that way.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

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  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  Amy's Camping Fun With Daddy

  Afterword

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  I was in the car with my step-father, Darren. I called him Darren, even though I’d rather call him Daddy, but that was kind of a weird thing, since he wasn’t my real father. I never knew who my real father was; my mother never told me.

  “Excited, Amy?” Darren asked, leaning into me. He smiled, and his two dimples dug into his face. He was such a handsome man, leaning more toward pretty than rugged, but that was okay. I liked that.

  “Yeah,” I said, grinning. “I’ve never been camping before.”

  “It’s nothing, really,” he told me, returning his eyes to the road. I kept my eyes on him, though. He had a startling side profile, with his jaw drawing a line as sharp as an axe, and his tiny ears that were really cute. Then there were his lips, full and generous… so kissable.

  “I don’t even know where we’re going,” I chirped.

  “Well,” he said, putting on a mock announcement voice. “I believe our eventual destination will be wherever we want to stop. So long as we’re in the park, that is.”

  I laughed. “Why the park?”

  “You’re not allowed to camp unless you’re on park grounds. At least, I think that’s the rule around here. I never bothered to double-check. We’ll go to the park, anyway. Safer there.”

  “Why’s it safer?”

  “They have park guards and stuff. You know, the people in the all-green uniforms? Where hats with little pieces of string that go under their chin?”

  “Yeah,” I said, smirking. “I know.”

  “How have you been recently, baby?” he asked, and then checked himself. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach fluttered. Had he just called me what I think he just called me?

  I pretended to ignore it, but my thoughts were turbulent. “Um, okay,” I said, stammering a little. “Glad mother’s not coming.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Oh, she and I have been arguing a bit, lately.”

  “Well, between us,” he said, smiling. “So am I. It’ll be nice to get some alone time with you. You and I never really chat anymore.”

  “Yeah. Well, you’re busy with work, I’m busy trying to plan my gap year.”

  “Finalized where you’ll go?”

  “Somewhere hot,” I said. “Somewhere where there is no such thing as winter.”

  “Somewhere safe,” he said, voice stern. “Is what I think you mean.”

  “Don’t worry so much,” I groaned, waving my hand at him. “The world’s not out to get me, Daddy.”

  I sucked in air, and cupped my mouth. “Sorry,” I said, quickly. “That slipped out.”

  “It’s okay, baby,” he teased. But I knew he meant it.

  “Mind if I call you that? I kind of like it.”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. I saw that his ears were a little red, and then I became aware of my own burning cheeks. “Don’t mind at all.”

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  “We can just set up here,” he said, gesturing at the ground. He unpacked the tent from the back of the truck, and handed me a couple of roll-up mats. “Just lay them down for now, we’ll move them into the tent later.

  I nodded, and watched while he set up the tent, his wide back and muscular arms straining at his t-shirt. He was a hottie. He really was an attractive man. I couldn’t fathom why Mum didn’t treat him better.

  But I knew why. It was because she was a-

  “Take some photographs if you like,” he said, gesturing at the rather beautiful panoramic scene before us. I felt like I should probably appreciate the natural splendor of it all, but to me, the best view was watching my step-father work.

  God, I was so attracted to him. I suddenly became awkward, feeling like I shouldn’t be acting this way, shouldn’t be thinking these things. It was too taboo to like my Daddy like that. It was just completely wrong.

  “Hey, D-” I stammered, before just going for it. “Daddy?”

  He smiled at me, and walked over to me, hand on his hips. I could smell him a little after he’d done a bit of work, and it was hot. It was intimate. He smelled good.

  “What is it, baby?” he asked, still grinning.

  “Is there any wildlife around here?”

  “Um, I guess so,” he said. “Birds, maybe some deer. Squirrels. I think that’s about it around this part.”

  “Good,” I said, laughing nervously. I hated myself for sounding so lame, but I just couldn’t think of much else to make conversation with him about. Now that I was so aware of how wrong my attraction for him was, and how strong it was, I just wasn’t behaving normally or comfortably anymore.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “Oh,” I murmured, slapping my thigh. “Just don’t want to get eaten.”

  I paused, and our eyes met, and I was jolted. Looking into his eyes was intense.

  Don’t want to get eaten, I thought to myself. Well, I’d certainly love to be eaten by my Daddy.

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  A few hours passed and he and I just chatted. I soon became more comfortable and we talked about everything, from what it was like now that I had finished high school, to my plans for university and onwards in life.

  I asked him how hi
s job was going, but we didn’t really talk about his work much. He was always reticent to talk about it, and I figured that sometimes he got up to no good in his line of work. All I knew was that he was part of an investigation and security company. In my mind, I thought it would just be insecure housewives looking to catch their fat and balding husbands with someone cheap in a seedy motel room, but from the way he seemed to avoid talking about his work, I gathered it was probably something a little more serious than that.

  I didn’t really care. It made him hotter to me. Maybe he was dangerous. Maybe he could be dangerous. Maybe he was trained? Who knew? The mystery was sexy.

  But a moment of awkwardness came over us, and we just kind of sat in silence for a while. Eventually, he broke it.

  “I need to tell you something,” he said, fiddling with his own fingers. He didn’t give me time to respond. He just came right out and said it. “I’ve got inappropriate feelings for you. I didn’t realize until today, though. I guess I’d just been lying to myself. I’m sorry if that has made you uncomfortable before. You’re an adult now, which is why I’m coming clean. You deserve to know.”

  He looked at me, a level stare into my eyes, before looking away. I didn’t know what to say. I was floored by the revelation, completely surprised by it.

  “Um,” I murmured, before I started to laugh. It was just a small laugh, but it was enough.

  “You’re not upset by it?”

  “No,” I said. “Actually… I kind of like you, too.” That wasn’t even the start of it. Truth was, perhaps I’d been lying to myself. Maybe I didn’t just like my Daddy… maybe I loved him.

  “Good,” he said quickly. “Because then you won’t mind if I do this.” He leaned in and kissed me, and it was only a moment before our mouths were mashing in passion, saliva, tongue, and teeth. Tasting him was so sweet, so forbidden, I almost couldn’t believe this was happening.

  “Oh,” I hissed, kissing him hard. It was all pouring out of me, like water bursting from a crack in a dam.

  I felt an energy welling within me, a pressure building, a total and utter urgency that was taking hold of me, of my sex, of my mind.

  My step-father, my Daddy, was so sexy, so hot. His manly hands were groping me all over my body, teasing me, making me so utterly horny.

  God, I wanted him. God, I’d wanted him for so long. I could remember the first time I laid eyes on him, all hotness, all sex. And now, our bodies pressed together, I could feel all of that energy within me welling, and it was going to explode.

  I wanted him. I wanted him hard. I wanted him fast. I wanted him inside me.

  “Oh, Daddy” I moaned into his mouth, pushing my body farther into his, feeling his heat radiate into me. I was positive that the current of his own taboo attraction toward me was pulsing through our touching, scorching flesh. It was an electricity that thrilled through me, that started in my core and ended in between my legs.

  Groping around me, behind me, I felt his fingers dip beneath the line of my thong. He worked his way down, over the curve of my ass, until I felt the touch of his hot digits on my folds, and I moaned, the fleeting pleasure a promise of ecstasy that was to come.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, undulating in his arms, writhing and squirming, trying to grant him more access to my body in the hopes that he would plunder it.

  “Baby girl,” he groaned into my ear while he kissed my neck. “You are so fucking sexy.”

  I swooned. I bloomed. I opened my legs farther apart, and his arm, over my hips, pushed farther down so that his finger ran up my slit from under my skirt. God, I was so swollen down there, so hot down there. It was no surprise to me that I was so wet down there. His finger slid easily up my sex, ending in a energizing touch on my clitoris that made me jolt and moan at the same time.

  I was sensitive there. I was a clit girl. I loved that that was the first place his fingers had gone.

  I knew that he was going to get me off because he knew just what he was doing.

  He turned me around, lay me down on the mat and spread my legs hungrily, his finger still massaging my clit, still caressing me, still plucking those strings of pleasure that resonated deep within my core.

  “Mmm,” I hummed, biting my lip, watching as he stared at my sex with desire burning in his eyes.

  I looked down at his trousers, saw there his cock tenting them, and I could instantly tell that he was gifted. Of course he was. He was my fucking Daddy, and he was the man I was secretly in taboo love with. It fit that he had a huge fucking cock.

  Moaning my pleasure at him, I watched with delight as he lifted my skirt up around my hips, and then knelt down in between my legs and buried his face in my mound.

  “God, you smell so good,” he groaned. I might have, at any other time, felt a flash of modesty, but not today. I wanted him to eat me out. I wanted him to lick me, to make me feel good, to serve me.

  But most of all, right that very moment, I wanted him to take his fucking clothes off.

  “Daddy,” I breathed at him. “Can you get naked for me? I want to see your sexy body.”

  He grinned and nodded at me, leaning back and first taking off his t-shirt. I watched as his chiseled, hard body came into view, and leaned up so I could run my hands over his chest and stomach. It felt different than I expected it to, but it felt good nonetheless. Instead of what I assumed would be like hard marble, his body simply had a fleshy firmness to it, and God if it wasn’t fucking turning me on just touching a body like that.

  Then he stood up and I leaned back on the mat, legs still open, thong still wrenched to one side, my folds displayed to him, as he began to remove his jeans. When his cock popped out, I gasped. It was really, really big. I wanted to wrap my lips around it, taste him, smell his manly musk, but after he had removed his clothes he was instantly in between my legs again, his gorgeous face buried in my mound, and his tongue snaking its way up my slit, making me shiver with delight.

  “You taste so good,” he groaned, settling into a rhythm on my clit. I was in heaven. I could do nothing but lean back and let him serve me, let him give me pleasure. Instantly I could tell he knew how to fucking eat pussy! I felt a pang of jealousy, but pushed it away.

  He was mine now. I had my Daddy all to myself.

  It was so sexy seeing him in between my thighs like that, seeing him eat me out, and knowing that he was loving every second of it. God, it felt so, so good. I moaned and writhed on the mat, letting him continue to pleasure me, continue to finger and lick me.

  He slipped another finger inside me, and began to press against my upper wall, and I curved my hips downward so that he pressed harder against my g-spot, moaning and pulling at my own nipples.

  He fingered me faster and harder, licked my clit faster and harder. He kept the rhythm going, and he didn’t stop, and I felt that ball of energy inside me growing, felt that tightness growing.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I breathed, my hot breath almost fogging before me. “Oh, Daddy, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

  He didn’t. He continued to eat me, continued to drive me ever closer and closer to the edge. I felt so, so good already and I knew that it was just a matter of moments before I was going to be gushing and coming all over his sexy, manly face.

  “Daddy,” I breathed, rubbing my breasts, pulling my nipples. “Oh, yes, like that! Like that!”

  I crested.

  “Ugghhhh,” I groaned as I came, as my whole body tightened and tensed, as my canal cloyed at his fingers. I was in heaven. I was in bliss. I couldn’t even moan, it felt that good.

  I ran my hands through my Daddy’s hair, and pulled him onto my swollen, climaxing sex. I shivered and shuddered, crunched my stomach, pulled at his hair.

  I was in heaven. The pleasure was like waves crashing against me. The ecstasy to potent in made me bite at the air, made me see stars.

  And then it was waning, and I was coming down, my orgasm over. I trembled as he slipped his fingers out of me, my tunnel and pearl now too sensitiv
e to be touched.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I breathed, and I heard the low growl of lust in my voice. “Oh, Daddy, that felt so good.”

  “Did you like that, baby?” he asked, plunging his fingers into his mouth and sucking off my creamy come. “

  “You like the way I taste?” I asked, grinning and biting my lip.

  “Yeah,” he breathed, leaning over me and kissing me. I could taste and smell myself on his lips, but when it was him, I didn’t mind. “Yeah, Daddy loves the way you taste.”

  “I want to come again,” I said. “Will you make me come again?”

  “Oh, baby, you bet I will,” he groaned. “Get up.”

  I sat up, and he turned me over on the mat, got me onto my knees so that my bum was facing him. He gave me a slap, and I yelped, my voice echoing.

  “Daddy!” I cried, but he was kneading my ass now, and he plunged his face into my center and licked a line from my slit to my button, and I squirmed and giggled, uselessly trying to push him away.

  “Not there, Daddy,” I whimpered.

  But he was already getting into position behind me, and I felt the thick head of his cock placed at my entrance. He began to rub it up and down my slit, and I hummed and let my eyes fall shut as he teased me with his dick, as he smeared my juices all over his huge cockhead.

  “Come on, Daddy,” I whispered. “I want you in me.”

  He obliged, pressing forward, and I gasped as I felt myself stretch around him, felt myself opened up. He was so big! It felt… amazing!

  “Oh, God,” I groaned, clutching at the mat, wincing as he invaded me inch by inch. I’d never felt stretched like that before, never felt so filled up. It… it was so good.