Author: Dick-N-Deeply

Between the three of us the bottle of wine was nearly emptied by the time we dimmed the lights and began to play.

Lainey had already stripped down to her panties and was in the bed with Grace, brushing her fingertips smoothly down the teen’s slender arms and grasping at her waistband as they made out. Still leisurely kissing each other with probing tongues, Grace lifted up her bottom as Lainey yanked down on her panties. Leaving them carelessly around her knees, Lainey moved swiftly to cup Grace’s sex and began to carefully masturbate her. Plied with wine, the two were carefree and relaxed in each other’s arms.

The sensual sight provoked my cock and it was soon maddening for release from my shorts. I pulled them down and it sprang forward, hard and ready. Glasswhite moisture was already sparkling from the slit in my cockhead and dripping.

Kissing lips separated with a gasp. “Fuck, my daddy’s cock is so huge,” Grace whimpered. Her eyes winced with anxious concern.

Nibbling the teen’s neck and dipping fingers inside of her growing dampness Lainey breathed, “are you ready for your daddy to fuck you, Grace?” Read more »

It was getting late. The sky was growing plumbeous, and we still had quite a hike back to our room. “Let’s go ahead and put on rain gear,” I said. Little more time passed before the sky opened up without warning, as is the case with tropical rainforests.

We continued along, sloshing through growing mud puddles, and the rain beat down with a hard, steady cadence on the canopy high above and on our plastic parkas. Luckily during the worst of the rain we happened upon an old abandoned hut that was used back in the 60’s when the trails were being made, and we took shelter beneath the rusted tin roof inside the shack.

Inside was dimly lit by whatever light could pass through gaps in the decaying timbers. Yanking open the wooden shutters that covered a broken window helped allow more light to stream inside and drive back the shadows. We hung our coats, and dried our faces with micro-fiber towels.

“I turned to my stepdaughter in the filtered light and asked her, “did you ever in a thousand years think you would be doing something like this? Taking refuge in a musty shack out in the rainforest with your daddy?” Read more »