Day 3 - Camping in nature

Man, how bothersome. So your sister had the foresight to bring a few morning after pills along -- for whatever reason -- and hadn't even told you about it? That's something that would have saved you literally hours of worrying! Your eyes wander away from the backpack and towards Gwen. Still asleep. Still snoring, noisy as always... When she's not busy sleeping loudly, she's got the TV cranked up to full volume.

Ah well.

You stretch your arm forward to try and grab the pills, but forget that you've got a much shorter reach now as the "weaker" gender. You try to get up on all fours, but get pushed right back down by a heavy blanket that your father dropped onto your back. Ouch. And your feet are still exposed to the cold temperatures, talk about a crappy deal! Once more you attempt getting on all fours to crawl towards your sibling's backpack, but your dad seems to have something else in mind entirely! His heavy frame joins you underneath the blanket, and he keeps an arm around your waist while mounting you... "... huh, no no, hold on I gotta do something first," you point out while trying to crawl. But his strong arm was still wrapped around your petite midsection. "Lemme go for a moment," you repeat, even going as far as to indirectly hint that he can have his way with you after you swallowed a pill or two. Instead, he fidgets around by your crotch for a moment to fondle the lips of your cunt and find the entrance into your baby-maker. As soon as he found the tiny hole, he thrusts his hips forward energetically and with a pleased, satisfied grunt.

"Nnnh!" You gasp for air. You're still not nearly used to having something shoved into your private parts! Another gasp escapes you when he gives you another demanding thrust, burying the remaining few inches of his morning rod inside your pussy and then collapsing onto your back! "Ahnn!" You can barely even breathe now, your breasts were tightly squished against the ground while the entirety of your dad's dick was exploring your battered vag. "Se-Seriously! Now's not the time!" you hiss angrily, your feminine voice actually manages to sound slightly intimating. It's however not your father's first rodeo and he's well aware of how to break in an unwilling mare.

With his weight resting on your slender body, he simply begins to rhythmically move his hips back and forth. In and out of your cunt. Coaxing the familiar slippery noise of intercourse out of your cunt. "Stop!!" you demand more angrily and even hear Gwen stirring nearby. It was getting a little too wild even by your daddy's standards, so he simply reaches forward, to your face, and tightly cups your mouth with his fat fingers. Silencing you. He also applies enough gentle pressure to pull you further under the blanket, until you pretty much disappear underneath him and turn into little more than a warm hole to fuck into.

"Hummm..." Gwen yawns, stretches and looks around.

"Whad-dida-miss?" Another stifled yawns escapes her and she brings a hand up to her mouth to enjoy a deep breath. As she glances over to the side, she sees that the pillows are tossed all over the place. There was also no trace of John, or well, Sarah. Just dad.

From your narrow view just underneath the blanket, you could barely even see her move! But she was awake! You attempt mumbling something into your father's hand, but in addition to being silenced, you were also far enough under the blanket for it to help dampen any noise you make! Simultaneously, you can feel him still lazily sliding in and out of your vagina. You remember that you ovulated just... less than half a day ago. Your womb was eager and willing to conceive.

"Morning Gwen. Missed nothing. Just doing a little workout." His voice sounded rough and weary. Judging by the way he steadily raised and lowered himself, it was probably easy to assume he's just doing push-ups! Fuck. You try wriggling your hands back out from underneath the blanket, but they're stuck near the sides of your body! "Hey Gwen. Darling," he uttered in a mixture of moaning and groaning. "Be a sweetheart. Buy us some bacon... and some fresh healthy eggs. Keys are in the car, ok? Sarah's busy getting wood," he spoke strongly with an audible smile to some words. The fucker was enjoying every moment of abusing your teenage pussy! You squirm and struggle but not only was it impossible to notice, it was also entirely futile! His movements come a little faster, a little harder, he was slapping his crotch against your labia with every thrust.

Your sister sniffed once or twice, and clearly noticed the thick pungent smell of unprotected intercourse. The vile combination of having your dad's cock repeatedly spilling your vaginal juices everywhere, mingled with the musky scent of drying semen. Gwen, who was significantly more naive than you, holds a bent finger under her nose to suppress the strange smell and nods back at your father with a half-hearted smile. For all she knew, he might've simply masturbated into a tissue which is a topic that no daughter wants to ask or know about. "Y-yeah, I'll do that." She's quick to unzip the tent and slip out to get some fresh air. Perhaps a minute later, you can hear the car driving off... to which your father's answer was to start fucking into you hard. With his hand still against your mouth, he began to roughly thrust into you, giving you a solid pounding while you wince, flinch and cry out bitterly! He was treating you like a sex doll and cared little for how sore you were getting! Your little pussy was fitting like a glove around his naked erection.

Again and again you try to speak up, but little more than mumbling comes out. You even try struggling more feverishly, but he easily overpowered any attempts to break free. Your vagina was stretched full to the brim, and on top of that, every thrust pushed last night's deposits of cum deeper into your pussy! Shit, shit... ! Gwen! Hurry back!

"Nnh!" Your daddy's sudden groan announces his imminent release, and he pushes deep into you, until his taut ball sack rubbed against your drenched slit. A faint pulsing inside your loins signaled that it was too late to try and stop him. You're again his little cumdump.

The air underneath the blanket was rapidly getting worse, and coupled with your exhaustion, you find yourself fading in and out of consciousness... the last thing your eyes spot are your cellphone's timer going off, indicating that you're running out of time... not that it matters much, since you feel yourself passing out with your father's cock still twitching and throbbing inside the tight comforts of your cunt...

... Gwen returns an hour later and excitedly peers into the tent. "John! My thing is gone! I'm back to normal!" she giggles in pure bliss, only to see her father soundly asleep and on top of... someone? A small and motionless feminine hand had been trying to reach the package of morning after pills... but didn't quite make it...

Too late for that though.
Daddy got the job done.