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Swapping Daughters, Pounding DaughtersEver had that nagging promise in the back of your mind you never kept. Well I had one. For years I had promised my daughter Sophie an outback camping trip. I mean I had looked back fondly to my own freedom days in my youth with my best mate Tom, our Harley’s, our sleeping bags under the stars and the great outback, all ours for adventures. Then there was everyday life: the corporate ladder, marriage, family and a stinging divorce a few years ago.Here now, however, was my gorgeous blonde Sophie at eighteen, having a gap year before going to Uni with her bestie Amelia, who just so happened to be Tom’s daughter. And so it was with Sophie and I; we hit that rare combination of both a father and a daughter having time to do what we should have done years ago. I was taking a break from freelance work which paid shitloads without any management accountability and Sophie was reconnecting with me, no longer a stranger adult in her life and finally old enough to understand what a cheating bitch my ex, her mum, really was.Tom, who was bundled out the door of his corporation, three months ago but with a decent redundancy and nothing else to do between jobs was looking for nostalgia too and it didn’t take much to get our girls off on the adventure of a lifetime in the great outdoors. My mate and I had eyed off a major walk in the Flinders Ranges, but never done it. However; we had our motivation now, our daughters. We both wanted to reconnect to the outback and we were both determined to share our love affair with our iconic landscape with the girls. A bonding trip needs a memorable location and we had it. The Wilpena Pound is a natural corralling amphitheatre of ranges over four hundred kilometres north of Adelaide. It appears as one encircling range but is actually two sets of ridges that meet, with a gorge and a gap at one end; otherwise there is only a high saddle with a walking or horse trail track. In the local indigenous dialect, The Pound means Place of the bent fingers and it does look like that in satellite images; the ridges actually resemble gently cupped hands. Okay so that’s the geographic description but if you picture nubile plump arse cheeks and a gape, you will get the idea too or if you are really smutty; it looks like a scrotum sack or an open vulva. Before it became a part of a National Park; it made an obvious location for an attempt at pastoral leases in the nineteenth and early twentieth century’s. Today; it’s a bush-walkers paradise with both short day and full on several days’ lengthy hikes.We hired a four wheel drive in Adelaide and headed north. The girls were good relaxed company. Nicely grown up and confident in themselves and really relaxed with their college exams over and a gap year to enjoy. We registered our walking schedule as required at the entry to the Flinders Ranges and set up our initial camp at the designated camping ground at the only access road leading into The Pound.The weather was hot and dry as we embarked on our first day of full hiking. We all had loaded backpacks and two person tents intending to do some of The Pounds main peaks, the waterfall and gorges. It was all mature, ‘grown up’ sharing of nature at its very best.I mean the girl’s arses looked shapely as we made our way up a trail to a ridge on day two. But only in a nice general guy looking at booty way, your daughter and her bestie included as purely feminine attraction but way off limits.Our first night of opening camping was organised with Tom and I logically sharing a tent and the girls the other. The girls both said they were a ‘bit buggered’ but had really enjoyed the day and wanted to get a full night’s sleep and off they went to their tent. Sophie turning to me with a really heartfelt “Thanks for the day, Dad.”Tom and I did a bit of star gazing but then realised we had one of the higher peaks to traverse tomorrow, so early to bed, early to rise, seemed like a good idea too.Geez, were we guys up early. Break of dawn stuff and the view of the rising sun over The Pound ridges was superb. Probably nothing would top it for the day. It was amazing. Shadows replaced by light. Stunning.Tom and I were both thinking the girls could have another hours sleep before we needed illegal bahis to get organised with breakfast, packing up and heading off. It was however, Tom who nudged me and said; “Luke, do you hear what I hear?”“Yeah Tom, I hear it alright but don’t believe it, but I know what we’re hearing.”Here were two mature men realising, their daughters were frickin bi-sexual tarts because the muffled exuberant sounds of sex were unmistakable, they always are. Whether seen or heard, or outside or inside, like a tent. The moans and groans of joyful sex stir our groins and our minds and our libido’s, we want in. Sex does that, it makes you want sex.I mean we only intended to listen outside their tent. I mean whatever they were doing to each other was private and they were our daughters. But curiosity. Oh curiosity. The noises were compelling us to sneak a peek. I was thinking it had to be a double muff diving sixty nine. Nothing could induce such soft muffled dual reverberations of delight. They had to be both fully aroused. I was trying to picture them naked. Of course I checked myself with Sophie’s body, hell it was my daughter, but I was picturing her tongue between Amelia’s sweet arse cheeks licking her shaved pink wet pussy lips. Then I realised my best mate was with me and it was his daughter I was visualising getting her clitty licked. Oh hell. Then what was my mate thinking of, his own daughter or my daughter getting her pussy and arse fondled. However, I thought of it, it wasn’t appropriate, but boy was it arousing. My cock straining in my pants.Tom was rubbing his crotch, the dirty bastard as the sounds became clearer. Well we were right at the tent flap now. Tom whispered to me; “You dirty sod Luke, I hope you’re not touching yourself thinking of my daughter in there.”All I could do was smile as we released our cocks together from our pants. Oh yeah we were being responsible here; of course we weren’t thinking of our own daughters, well not solely, we were picturing our daughters at it together. Both Tom and I trying to make sense of sexual noise but requiring more. Guys always require the visual in sex.Both Tom and I had it bad. We had to know. We had to see. We had to sin. I rationalised it perfectly; as I said to my mate; “We can look, but we will only look at each other’s daughter, not our own; promise; Deal?”“Deal” he said.But it was a promise we both knew we couldn’t keep. We were about to pry directly on naked tandem girly flesh, writhing together somehow in the confines of a tent. We were both going to see arse, tits or pussy, or all of the aforementioned, both our own daughters’ and our best mates daughter, as we peeked in the flap.Light was replaced by body shadows for a moment. Then there was the most stunning of sights. Flaps. Well yes, tent flaps slightly back. But nothing like my Sophie’s spread shaved pink flapettes under the lustful licking of Amelia’s tongue in the perfect fem-occupied side on sixty nine. Positioned for our male gaze like they were porn camera savvy bitches. Spread for male enjoyment. Almost simultaneously I took in my Sophie’s tongue flicking over Amelia’s generous sized hard clitty. Of course I saw my own daughter naked first, but then I was consumed in the sexual whole. Geez this was intense girl on girl action. They thought they were safely at it before we guys were up. How lucky had we got?The two eighteen year old girls were way too much into each other; you could see their expressive lust in action. Bodies bonded in flesh. Conjoined sexual appreciation. Mutual orgasms well under way. The visual magnitude was stunning; we are talking front row positions, to the normally off limits; up close and private, now the focused vista of two guys, well two dads in fact, making it way filthier and stiff cock stirring than a peek show.What happened had to happen I suppose. Two young naked women, two over aroused middle aged guys. We just gave each other the look. The nod. Our tops were off. Our jeans and underwear. We were going to try and join in and screw each other’s daughter.We knew where to get, behind each girl, crush them in, squeeze them between us, and nuzzle cock into their needy bodies. Just hope the girls went over the edge of taboo with us.Our daughters were illegal bahis siteleri true daughters of Eve, luxuriating in their naked appeal. They were tramps. If they liked each other’s body, well they thankfully liked cock even more. Yes, there were surprised yelps of; “Oh shit” followed by “Mmm that’s nice, don’t you dare stop” as my cock nuzzled around Amelia’s arsehole. And I didn’t want to know what that bugger Tom was doing to my daughter Sophie as she mouthed; “Orrgh yeah…keep doing do that you prick” The girls remained tangled to each other but equally entrapped by hard male demanding flesh. Skin snared to skin. Touch dominant. Touch escalating to its filthiest debauched limits. I had a finger in Amelia’s butt and two digits in her sopping already climaxed pussy. Oh she was more than ready for cock. Sophie had really primed her to her primordial fem-sex state. Three fingers of one hand in her excited coochie and two bent fingers deep in her arse. Place of the bent fingers, yeah The Pound, but Amelia’s arse and my crooked, hooked fingers were presently the more fixated image.I needed to dog the bitch. It had to be base, innate, primate thrusting sex. The tent was full of their heady musky dual girly sexy release. It was like I was inbred, how I grabbed her up, spread her legs and shoved my throbbing pecker in and out of her saturated enveloping pink wrapping slit. Awesome pussy. Divine fucking. Cock bliss. Appropriately her young body was pounded in The Pound.It was made all the more naturally unnatural by seeing my mate Tom, dogging my daughter right beside me. My cock was enjoying a stunning lubricated swathe of girly juices in the confined giving and taking fem-flesh tube that was Amelia’s happy stunning pussy. But there was my daughter, my sweet Sophie, being a whoring slut, right beside me, mouthing off repeated expletives as Tom pummelled and jagged into her; well, I have to say, gorgeously shaped pussy. I had the moment when I was proud to have contributed some DNA to the construction of something many a guy had obviously already enjoyed, many more would and my best friend was jagging into with gusto, right now.I realised as I gouged and scooped into Amelia’s girly slit I was actually enjoying watching my daughter get dogged too. And so was Tom, the bastard, he was sneaking peeks at me, rooting the life out of his own daughter.We were all there participating in each other’s sexual euphoria, the sheer raunchiness of uninhibited open sex. Then the girlfriends, our daughters, kissed each other, while both being shagged senseless; and their sloppy lush lust of meeting tongues drove us boys to mate like wild b**sts; we screwed the bejesus out of each other’s willing daughter as they kissed repeatedly. And that was the key, their compliant willingness; you just don’t know how smutty and lewd your own daughter is in sex. Oh; we might hear rumours. We might see a sexting. But to see your own daughter participate in sex. Ah but here was the release. This was sin without the confessional guilt, hell I wasn’t screwing my own minx, I had her sweet bestie, my mates daughter.Tom was enjoying my daughter, while no doubt like me, he was imagining the forbidden; he was screwing his own…in his mind.Still what were the barriers to taking our own daughters, right here and now, probably nothing to stop us guys swapping and enjoying the ultimate forbidden fruit, but there was temptation enough for both of us middle aged guys; each other’s daughter ready for the arse pounding of their life.Well hell the two little bi-bitches deserved it. Wanted it. Needed it. Just as much as Tom and I.Oh sweet heaven on earth, did Amelia have a tight arse. Her arse gave everything to my cock instantly. It’s why guys love arse. Arse wraps tight. Arse clings to cock. Cock has to force space and still arse grips, hugs and smothers dick in its flesh defining hold. In Amelia’s case; tighter than a choke hold by a wrestler. My knob was in love with her constricted squeeze.Yet, I had to look as Tom’s cock too literally choked into my Sophie’s seemingly tiny pink balloon knot. She yelped and went guttural as my mate set about giving her arse a deep exploration. God her rim looked amazing as my mate’s pecker plied canlı bahis siteleri in and out of her expanding, stretched; but limited crack.Two arses in tandem giving everything they could back to the cocks shaping their blissful satisfaction. Arse pounded like butt crack needs to be pounded“Orrgh, yes, yes” from the girls together.Then, they gave each other a Salome wink and before morals could intervene, my daughter was spread, gaped looking at me and Tom’s daughter was the same in front of him.We both went for their arse of course. But the girls were in charge here, we realised, not us; as they said together, like they had done group sex before; “you got to earn our arses boys, pound our pussies first”Well as experienced guys we knew the drill, we had the skill to pound pussy to a climax.Gosh, oh my, was my daughter’s pussy sweet. A lush, sodden, yet gripping fuck. Sopping, viscous, moist and clammy as her fem-juices were lubricating, lubricating, drenching my male hardness in our frictional manic joining.Geez Tom was grunting, groaning as he drilled his own daughter , her feet pointing up to the apex of the tent, her legs spread so wide, her body writhing in delight, her breathe panting, her voice guttural with mini trills of delight, as her both her insides and her brain were fucked out of her.Oh, my, oh my, both my Sophie and Tom’s Amelia, were masturbating their hard clits as we both fucked them in tandem. Visual and body delight beyond the pale.Suddenly at a Jezebel wink though, they were above us, friggin their gashes hard and fast with multiple inserted fingers together, real g-spot hunting I think, and as they both shrieked in sexual exuberant delight, two middle age guys were drenched in sprayed fluid , our daughters were ejaculating all over our frickin happy faces. We lapped at and at the same time were dazzled by the powerful, repeated squirts of warm body fluid cascading over our faces and down our chests. Splattering jets kept coming, oh the power of youth, then from both tarts, a powerful controlled direct flow across our faces, then pussy muscles willing then final warm, wild, wispy spurts of girly juices and the delightful memorable finale, the tinkle, sprinkle drizzly, droplets finish.Sophie and Amelia had given their all, they deserved their daddy’s all-in return.It was the no mercy rule applied. And yes, by god, the boys were in charge now. Tom and I reduced our stunning daughters to just arse demanding cock. I gouged my sweetie like I was digging a trench, hard and fast. I pulverised her back crack. I pounded the daylights out of her arse-hole. I stretched her pink starfish to the sky and back to the centre of the earth. I gaped her arsehole as wide as The Pound and delved my tongue into her, smearing spit everywhere as I caught my breathe to breach assault her arse in my grand finale. The bugger Tom copied me with his own daughter. Well it was a sensational idea. Licking your daughter’s crack, rimming and trilling, warbling your tongue inside her sacred private gash.They both begged and begged for cock in their arse. Pleaded. Implored us.“Please, please daddy, fuck my arse” from Amelia, to Tom.“ My arse, fuck my arse, oh please, Daddy, my arse, now” from my Sophie.So we jack-hammered our daughter’s arses with cramming jolts that had them potty mouthed and body putty to our fatherly smut buggerising delivery.I crowded my daughter’s arse with filthy deep jolts of my throbbing pecker. I pressed into her crack, rammed and squashed my dick in her butt-hole to her forbidden depths.I also lewdly enjoyed my mate wedging his fat cock into his own daughter’s tight buggery-hole.I knew now what Sodom was like in its Biblical days. Filthy delight. Manic insane pleasure. The taboo’s released. Oh the glorious, glorious sight and tight, tight sensational pleasure of the puckered, stretched arse skin encircling my cock, that was my own flesh and blood. Unimaginable anal delight all round. Generous sodomy. Two girls buggered good. Two daughters buggered to perfection. Just goddamn anal sex making everyone feel so good. Then the voluptuous arse paradise completed with an indulgent creamy male release; times two, both dad’s into their own daughter’s arse cavity.The bestie’s were true citizens of Gomorrah, our daughters; nothing taboo for them too, as they let a pair of stunned stupefied males watch as they licked, slurried, slurped and swallowed the jizz that was meandering in a seepy oozy fashion from both their raw gaped pounded arse-holes.

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