Emma In A RV

(ped, minor, slight noncom, inc)



It’d been a couple of years since his wife and he had decided to separate. Of course, Marge had insisted that they still live in the same house for their girl’s sake, and while Mike had agreed to it at first, not wanting to be away from his young daughter, four years had shown him the downside of the deal.

No sex in the house.

Sure, he’d had sex with a couple of women over the years, but it was nothing like what he’d used to have with Marge. And, he’d never curved his addiction to being in a tight, warm pussy, so the last four years had been torture.

That was probably why it happened the way it had.

“You never spend time with Emma anymore.” Marge had complained in her whiny voice. “I think you should take her somewhere and spend some quality time together this weekend.”

In other words she’d wanted the house all to herself so she could fuck someone senseless. Just the thought of Marge’s body, and the memory of the nights they’d shared had given Mike a hard on, and he’d grudgingly agreed to do so—if Marge spent the next long-weekend with Emma at her parents’ house in Minnesota.

They’d agreed on that and that was why Mike and his eight year daughter were now camping. He’d always wanted to do that, be in the great outdoors, and now with the RV he’d rented, he’d get to spend a whole weekend in the remote wilderness and Emma would have the comforts she needed.

It was great.

Emma had always wanted to do whatever her daddy wanted, so while most little girls wouldn’t find the idea of camping fun, she’d adored the thought from the moment he’d suggested it.

There was only one problem.

The semi hard-on Mike had been carrying ever since Marge had subtly suggested that she needed the house for a fucking session, was becoming harder as he sat on the only bed in the RV, watching his young daughter.

He’d never realized how much like her mother she really looked. Now he watched her in her short pink shirt and t-shirt, looking all innocent and alluring, and adoring.

She’d do anything for him.

Mike cursed his urges. This was his daughter for fucks sake! But he hadn’t had pussy in a while, and here he was, away from civilization, and with his daughter, and one bed.

“Baby, why don’t you come sit here with daddy?” He was going to hell for this.

“Sure!” Getting up from where she’d sat by the desk doing some homework, Emma went and sat in front of her father when he motioned for her to do so. They’d decided that since it was already nightfall they’d sleep in and wait for tomorrow to start the fun.

Mike smirked at the word. Fun.

Reaching for the remote he turned on the television and turned it to a movie, glad he’d spent the money in the newest version of the RV, even if its was a bit expensive for a weekend trip.

As the movie started, he felt Emma relax against him and didn’t complain when he pulled her closer against him and then finally up on his lap. Sure, it’d been a year or two since he’d sat her on his lap, but she didn’t complain, obviously enjoying the movie.

Shifting so his back was against the wall, Mike placed his hand on his daughter’s thigh, caressing her gently. She squirmed a little, unknowingly rubbing her ass into his already hard penis, and he bit back a moan.

Sliding his hand slowly up her thigh, he hesitated at the hem of her skirt before sliding it under and caressing her inner thigh.

She breath hitched and she froze stiff. “Daddy?”

“Yes baby?” He murmured, tracing circles with his finger in her inner thigh.

“What are you doing?” She asked, turning to look at him, eyes wide.

“Nothing baby, just watch the movie.” He murmured in her ear. She hesitated before turning back around and leaning against his chest once more, watching the movie.

Embolden by this advance, Mike’s finger grazed her clit over her underwear and she hissed, shooting straight up.

“Daddy?”

“Don’t turn around.” His order stopped her in mid turn. “Enjoy this baby. Daddy just wants to touch you.”

“Why?” She asked, but kept her back to him, eyes television.

“It makes me feel good.” Mike whispered against her ear, cupping her softly before rubbing his thumb against her, causing her to gasp and jolt up again. “You want daddy to feel good, don’t you?”

“Yes daddy.” She whimpered as his fingers continued their assault.

“Then let me touch you.” He nibbled on her ear, enjoying her gasps and jolts as his fingers manipulated her sex and his tongue traced the shell of her ear.

It was only natural when his fingers dipped in under her Winnie the Pooh panties and found her warmth. This time he was unable to keep back the moan when he found her wet to the touch. “Fuck baby, you’re wet.”

“I’m sorry daddy.” She sounded ashamed.

“No. No. It’s good.” He hissed, cursing as he slipped in his forefinger to the second knuckle. She was so goddamn tight. She’d strangle his dick with her honeycunt, and it’d been so long since he’d been buried in something warm and wet. “Oh baby, you’re so tight.”

She winced at his invading digit and tried to wriggle away from it, only managing to rub against his throbbing cock once more. “Ouch!” Emma cried out, brown eyes wide, when he pulled out his finger only to thrust in two digits at the same time, stretching her painfully. “Daddy, stop it!”

“Oh baby, I’m just feeling how good you are.” He promised against her ear, deciding to wait until she’d stretched to accommodate both fingers before thrusting them into her slowly, building a pace. She winced and sat still on him, proving that the experience wasn’t half as enjoyable for her as it was for him, but at this moment he was too far to care.

When she finally relaxed against his fingers he hesitated before adding another, stretching her once more.

“Daddy that hurts!” She cried out, but he clamped his arm around her waist, keeping her against him as she struggled to get out of his hold—not moving an inch as his three fingers ploughed her virgin hole, stretching her painfully, filling her, brushing against her hymen, adding to the pain. “Stop it!”

“It’ll feel good soon, I promise. You’re making daddy feel really happy.”

She whimpered in pain yet stopped struggling.

“Emma, baby, you make me feel so good.” Lifting her for a moment he undid his jeans and pulled his dick free in what seemed like seconds, before sitting her down on him once more, her thighs on either side of his thick and long piece of meat.

Thrusting up his penis slid against her wet entrance, and both groaned at the sensation.

“Daddy?” She asked in a soft, frightened voice.

“It’ll only hurt a little baby, I swear.” Lifting her up before she could protest, he brought her down on his erection, both crying out as he impaled her.

“Daddy! No! Take it out! It hurts!” Emma screamed, wriggling around, tears flowing down her cheeks. “Please stop it! Daddy! Please! Daddy!”

“Yes baby. Scream my name.” He whispered against her ear. He felt amazing. Her small, tight cunt griped him almost painfully, and as he thrust up into her experimentally he groaned at the sensations.

He was fucking his daughter.

And loving it.

“Please stop!” She begged as he found a rhythm, gripping her hips he held her still as he pumped up into her hot canal.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He whispered. “You’re better than your mom ever was.”

“Daddy!” She begged.

“Shhh.” He stopped, realizing that fucking his daughter and raping his daughter were two different things. “I’m sorry baby.” Mike sighed, kissing the back of her hair. “Daddy just wants to feel happy again, it’s been so long since mommy—and it does feel better. It’s just that this is your first time and it’ll hurt your first time.”

Emma whimpered, sniffling.

“I’m so sorry baby. You know I’d never want to hurt you—right?”

There was a pause. “Yes daddy.”

Elated at that, he controlled himself, kept from thrusting back up in her. She was his daughter, not some cheap fuck. “Do you want to continue baby? I will stop if you tell me no.”

There was a pregnant silence before she turned to look at him, angelic face red from her tears. “Does this make you happy, daddy?”

“Yes baby.” He answered truthfully.

“And it won’t hurt so much?”

“No Em, I’ll make it as painless as possible. It’ll even feel good in a little.”

She looked deep in his eyes before biting her bottom lip and looking forwards once more. “Okay.”

If what he was doing wasn’t so perverted he’d have thanked God for her answer, so as it was he just closed his eyes in ecstasy before grabbing her hips and slowly raising her up and down his stiff rod. “Relax Emmy.” His voice choked and husky from pleasure. “You’ll feel better when you relax.”

She obediently and trusting did as told, and in minutes he’d established a slow and teasing rhythm. While he wanted to continue to plough her relentlessly he slowed himself, groaning at when Emma whimpered, and while the sound was pained, it was now tinted with something else—something promising.

It’d been too long since he’d had a woman, he wasn’t going to last long.

Lowering her on his cock, Mike returned to thrusting in her, yet this time his hand snaked around her to her clit, rubbing it in circles, enjoying her cry of surprise. If she turned out to be anything like Marge he knew which buttons to push, and how exactly to push them.

A gurgling sound proved that pleasure had begun to register, and with a cry Emma came for the first time. “Daddy!”

“Fuck.” Her cry, as well as the muscles in her cunt strangling his, sent him over the top, and with a couple of hard thrusts he exploded inside of her, burying his face in her back.

His continued to thrust in her as his climax ripped through his body, and only when the last ripple subsided, did he loosen his grip on her, pulling her off of his weeping cock and onto the bed.

“Daddy?” Her voice was breathy and uncertain.

Self-hate filled him now that passion had passed, and he refused to look at her as he fell sideways onto the bed, closing his eyes. “Emma, go bathe.” She was probably secreting his spunk all over the sheets, and he was a damned pervert for finding that so erotic.

“Daddy?”

“Go bathe.” His voice harsher than normal due to self-loathing. “Pee and wash well between your legs.” Dear God, what had he done?!?

There was a tug on his shirt and the bed shifted as she moved closer. “Did I do something wrong? Are you angry with me?”

“No, baby, you did nothing wrong.” His eyes closed tighter. I did something wrong.

“Was I—was—I,” Emma paused, pulling a strand of dark hair behind her ear, blushing. “Was I really better than mommy?”

His eyes flew open at that and he looked at her incredulously. “What?”

“Was I--?”

“Fuck yes Emma.” Mike hated himself as he said that. Damn it if the question didn’t excite him more. “You’re mom and I haven’t done that in a while, but you were damn better than her.”

She smiled then, surprising the shit out of him. “Really?”

“Yes sweetheart.” Sitting up once more, Mike looked her over. Her face was red from both crying and her blush, and she looked like Marge, but she was so much more beautiful. His eyes lowered rebelliously to her legs, and he groaned when he saw a trail of semen trailing down her inner thighs. “Baby,” his voice thick with need, “go bathe.”

“Yes daddy.” Getting up she winced when she tried to walk, but she limped towards the bathroom nonetheless.

She made it to the bathroom door before turning and looking at him shyly. “What else did you and mommy use to do?”

His penis stood at attention at the innocent question. “Lots more Emmy, lots.”

With a shy smile she ducked her gaze and entered the bathroom with a fluid movement, closing the door behind her.

Mike groaned as he slid back into a lying position, looking up at the ceiling, penis saluting painfully.

This was going to be a long weekend.