"You’re telling me there isn’t a single plane ticket available?" Rachel listened to her mom talk on the phone to their travel agent. Even she knew you couldn’t get plane tickets for the whole family two days before Christmas. Mom started crying.
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Dad loathed failure. He said with determination that they were going no matter what it took, and they started packing everything they needed into the little Grand Am. To make matters worse, mom’s present to her sister wouldn’t fit in the trunk. In 40 short minutes they had the little car cram-packed.
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Dad behind the wheel, the presents in the front and back and Rachel perched on her mother’s lap in the backseat. Rachel was short so she didn’t even have to stoop to keep her head from hitting the roof.
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They were ready to go. Then the first crisis happened. Dad’s glasses were missing, they had obviously been packed away somewhere, but where? They had no time to look.
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Dad couldn’t drive without his glasses because of his eyes, so mom would have to drive the 600 mile trip. A quick switch and off they went.
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Rachel and her father squeezed into the back seat directly behind her mother. Off they drove again, the highway lights barely penetrating the darkly tinted back windows. It WAS dark in the back. Rachel’s mom concentrated on the heavily packed roads as she weaved from lane to lane, trying to make time.
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Rachel settled down into her father’s lap, happy to be moving toward their destination again. The darkness surrounded them, Rachel’s eyes began to grow heavy from the combination of the darkness, she fell asleep like a caterpillar in a warm cocoon, swaying in her father’s lap with the movements of the car.
A few hours later consciousness slowly overtook her. Unmoving, her eyes still closed, her head still back, her mind began to realize she was awake. She felt her father’s hot breath on her bare neck. Her body began to awaken more and she realized one of her father’s hands was pressing lightly on the underside of her breast through her shirt. The other was slowly sliding up and down the top of her smooth, bare thigh.
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Rachel hadn’t had a chance to change before the trip and was still wearing the new, short miniskirt her mother had bought her at the mall, and a white button up blouse. Somehow the skirt had ridden up to the very tops of her thighs. She felt the warm, moving air of the car dancing across her thighs as her father’s hand moved just below it slowly.
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Rachel didn’t move, didn’t show that she was awake. Her father’s warm hand continued moving on her thigh. First lightly stroking down to her knee, then this time to her panties, lightly brushing over the thin fabric and then down again.
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Rachel’s eyes fluttered under the lids and she took a slow, deep breath trying to calm her thumping heart. She wanted it to go on forever. Now his fingers were moving up and down the valley where her two thighs met; sliding up the smooth skin all the way to her panties, then up farther, exposing her panty clad mound to the dark night. Rachel took in a sharp breath as electricity shot through her. Her father’s hand stopped immediately.
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Quickly, to cover the fact that she was awake, Rachel yawned and twisted slightly as if shifting in her sleep. She turned her body, parting her legs widely. She rested her cheek against her father’s shoulder, her nose touching his cheek. She twisted some more, pressing her breast down until it slid under her father’s hand and pressed warmly into his palm. She squirmed her hips and at that moment she felt it!
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Her father was hard, his dick was running across the top of his thigh, pointed up toward his abdomen, and it was Long, Fat and Rock Hard!! She squirmed again, feeling the length and width of him with her soft ass, while pressing her soft breast more firmly into his hand, her nipple hardening. She then lay still again, breathing evenly, waiting. Dreaming. Hoping.
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It took a full two minutes before her father started moving again. This time on two fronts he lightly attacked her. His left hand on her breast squeezed, feeling the weight and suppleness of her elastic mound. His hand then opened and he ran his flattened palm in circles over her nipple, feeling it harden and poke out even more. At the same time, his right hand closed on her soft, warm, smooth, inner thigh, squeezing gently before starting its slow journey upward toward her moist mound.
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Rachel’s pussy was moist. She felt it and knew her father’s hands were turning her on in ways she’d never experienced. The slow, rising, burning desire started in the center of her and crept out slowly, painfully almost until her body ached for release. Yet her father’s hands continued their slow, steady ministrations on her, unaware of her rising heat.
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Painfully slowly his broad, warm hand squeezed and stepped up the inside of her thigh, moving at a steady, maddening pace. He continued moving up to the softest part of her thigh surely he could feel the heat coming from her now. She was burning up. She squirmed again, rubbing her tit on her father’s hand and grinding her ass down on his hard cock.
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His hand continued at the same pace, pressing more firmly into her soft, young skin, his fingers fairly dancing in a slow, rising circle. His left hand closed on her breast more firmly, his finger and thumb seeking out his daughter’s hard nipple and pinching it lightly through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Rachel’s breathing quickened, blowing hot puffs on her father’s cheek.
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Deeper and harder she breathed, her chest fairly heaving as he hand grew closer to her steaming mound. It was there again, at her panty line. Rachel, on fire, opened her legs wider pushing her pelvis down toward it until his hand pressed against her firmly and began rubbing her hot, young pussy.
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Rachel’s panties were spotted with moisture. Her father felt it and pressed harder into her soft pussy lips through the thin panties. In circles he played with her, then up and down letting the sides of his fingers run through her slit. Rachel’s panties grew wetter and wetter. Her nipple was on fire. Her father was pinching and pulling it though her clothes.
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Rachel silently nuzzled her face down into her father’s neck and started kissing him and sucking on him quietly as she wantonly ground her pussy against his hand. Now they both knew that Rachel was awake, and her father moved with more confidence.
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His entire hand cupped her mound, his finger pressed her panties between her pussy lips as he fingered her clit and tight hole. Rachel’s panties were soaked warm and slick. Then Rachel couldn’t stand any more. She reached down and pulled her panties aside under her father’s hand.
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His long, thick finger immediately disappeared, sliding up inside her, searing the walls of her pussy as it cured up and massaged her deeply. His thumb rubbed hard circles on her slippery clit. She bit his neck to keep from screaming. And then a second finger joined the first as he silently fucked his daughter with his hand.
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Deeply and slowly he fucked her. Bringing his fingers almost all the way out before pressing them deeply in again. Rachel pressed her hips up and down slowly adding to the pressure, until she silently came in his hand, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her cries muffled in her father’s strong neck.
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With his fingers still flexing in her tight, sopping cunt, Rachel’s breath returned and she tilted her face up, as he tilted his down and softly kissed her on the lips. Then his fingers slowly withdrew.
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He raised them up to their pressed lips and they each tasted her. They broke their kiss. He cleared his throat, then he spoke out loudly to her mother.
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“Hey Hon., do you mind if I take that blanket, there’s a draft back here.” Then he leaned forward, reached over the seat with his still glistening fingers and pulled a blanket from the front seat.
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Rachel, emboldened added, “Mom, would you mind turning on the radio?” Focused on her destination, Rachel’s mother turned the radio on. 80’s rock filled the car as the bass thumped through the seat behind Rachel.
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Her father quickly covered them with the blanket as Rachel shifted on his lap again, grinding his cock with delight. He covered her up to the neck, tucking the blanket in behind her shoulders. The blanket covered them down to the floor. Their hands then move quickly, with desire.
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Rachel lifted her hips as her father pulled her skirt up over her ass, leaving it loose around her waist. Then with four hands they both reached for the elastic of her panties, pushing them down over her hips and knees until they dropped to the floorboard.
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Rachel felt her father’s hands quickly pulling the buttons of her blouse open as she reached down behind her and fumbled at his belt. His cock felt so huge under her ass, she had to see how big it really was.
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Rachel’s blouse opened under the blanket. Luckily her bra clasp was in the front. Her father quickly popped it open, freeing her young, round breasts, which he immediately palmed before pinching and pulling her nipples. Rachel’s hands unbuckled her father’s belt, but she was having trouble with the top button of his pants.
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He quickly reached between them and opened his trousers as Rachel raised her ass up to give him room. He then pushed her up even higher as he scooted his pants down under him until they lay in a pile around his ankles.
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Rachel settled down, and her father’s cock slipped over and rested in the cleft of her ass, the head pressed up against his belly. She pumped her ass up and down on his cock, jacking him off with her soft, plump ass cheeks. He responded by pushed her down more firmly into his lap as he pulled her thighs apart and played with her hot pussy again.
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She wanted his cock in her. She didn’t care about who he was. He was the greatest lover she had ever known and she wanted him to fill her up, but she didn’t know how. His finger went in her again. Two, and then three. She was ready for his fat cock and she wanted it.
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Rachel’s father pushed her up toward the roof of the car. Rachel had to stand up. Pulling herself up using her mother’s headrest, she get herself in position over his pulsing, fiery cock. She pulled harder her mother’s seat, feeling her dad’s cock slip across the back of her thigh before it pressed against her tight, dripping sex.
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Rachel’s mother, irritated, looked at her in the rearview mirror. “What are you doing back there?”
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“Oh, sorry, Mom, I’m just getting comfortable” Rachel said her father’s cockhead popped through her tight, slick opening. The blanket still covered her completely.
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“Well for God’s Sake SIT DOWN!!” Her mother responded.
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“OK!” Rachel replied enthusiastically as she quickly impaled herself on her father’s cock. Her breath caught as he filled her up. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to take all of him. She rose slightly and pressed down hard.
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She felt a pop when his hard cock slammed into her deeply and she settled down onto his lap once more, leaning forward slightly. They both sat still as her pussy muscles clenched and twitched adjusting to the huge intrusion of his pulsing cock. Rachel’s hands went between her thighs and under her as she reached for her father’s balls. She wanted to feel them.
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Her hand closed around his hairy, heavy balls. They were twitching with excitement. Her pussy clutched in unison, and then her father’s hands went to her hips under the blanket and started moving her slowly up and down. In the confines of the car, with her weight resting on the bottom of her thighs as they sat on her father’s knees, Rachel couldn’t move much.
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She could only raise up about five inches before she had to lower herself again. It felt as if the huge cock inside her barely made it halfway out before it pressed back into the soul of her. She loved it. Her pussy was running madly inside, cumming repeatedly to lubricate against the thick wall of fresh that filled her.
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She fucked her father right there and then, in five inch pulses, slamming quietly and forcefully down. Impaling herself over and over on his thick rod until she felt as if he filled her whole body, a knot rising in her throat. They fucked slowly and with power, she squeezed his balls hard and felt his thick, slipper shaft with her hand as it went in and out like a machine. He tugged at her nipples until they were red and raw. Rachel came in a steady stream, holding her breath and biting her lower lip, her eyes shut tight.
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She felt her father’s cum rise at the same instant she did. Rachel’s hand firmly squeezing his balls, she felt them contract mightily, and then again. A split instant later his fingers dug into her hips and pulled her down forcefully into her lap.
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His cock swelled and exploded inside her, sending her over the edge again. Her cum mixing with his as they both came with a low groan and a squeal. The volume of the radio saved them from discovery.
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He continued to pump his cock into is little girl for five more long minutes. It never reduced in size. Cum oozed out around the shaft and ran down his balls to the seat. Rachel slipped her finger across his balls, getting it wet before sucking it into her mouth. Then she leaned back as her father scooted down slightly in the seat.
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She rested the back of her head on the top of his shoulder, her cheek against his and went quietly to sleep, her father’s firm cock filling her up and bringing her dreams as he played softly with her nipples and ran his hands across her smooth breasts and stomach.
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Four hours later they stopped at a roadside restaurant. Rachel’s mother rushed from the car for the bathroom, in a whirl, giving her time to kiss her father again, deeply. “I love you, Daddy” she whispered in his ear.
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