“Fuck, I’m going to cum!” I said.
“Good, fucking cum in me!” she said. “Cum, Daddy, please! Ow, my asshole hurts so much!”
“I know, baby, Daddy knows,” I said. My thrusting was speeding up, going in quick, rapid, short strokes, building my orgasm. My balls tightened. She screamed with me as I came in her asshole. My long shaft was buried way back deep inside her. I was groaning as my thrusts slowed, her twitching asshole draining my balls—it was thirsty too.
“God, yes.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she whined.
I soon stopped thrusting, leaving my cock buried inside her asshole. It was twitching as cum oozed out.
“Are you done? My asshole feels so warm and wet.”
“I haven’t peed yet.”
“This is so gross.”
“Just give me a minute to let my cock soften up.”
We waited a minute, a long minute, my cock throbbing and softening inside her ass. I was trying to pressure my bladder to let go. I really did have to pee. My daughter stayed still, just breathing slowly with her face on the rug. She was still massaging her pussy here and there, letting out soft moans she was trying to hide.
Soon, the pressure on my cock eased and I felt a stream of piss leak out, slipping into my daughter’s ass, followed to a torrential flood of piss pouring into her.
“Oh, fuck.”
“God, I feel it,” she said.
I kept pissing, but even as I finished, before I could pull my softening cock out of my daughter’s ass, I heard the door open. My daughter lifted her head off the rug. I raised my eyes from looking at her asshole. Standing in the doorway was a park ranger, his flashlight on us.
“Oh, god,” she said. “We’re saved.”
“Oh, fuck,” I said.
I yanked my cock out of my daughter’s asshole and stood up, grabbing my pants. “Hello!”
“Sir?” the ranger said. “Ma’am?”
Both my daughter and I tried to dress as the ranger stared at us, his flashlight adding light from the dim morning sky. Once we were back in our jeans and shirts, I tried to explain.
“Uh, uh, I can explain.”
“Are you Barry Griffin and Abby Griffin?”
“Yes,” I said. “I know it looked like we were doing something weird, but we were, uh, surviving.”
The park ranger put away his flashlight. “We got a report you two were lost at this location.”
“We are!” Abby said. “Please, get us out of here.”
“Ma’am, are you here by choice?”
“Huh? Oh yeah. This is my Daddy. He got us lost.”
“Not intentionally! And, and we were surviving on bodily fluids,” I explained to the ranger. “I wasn’t doing what it looked like I was doing.”
The man nodded slowly. “The ol’ pissing in the ass technique, huh? Yup, my Boy Scout leader taught me that one on more than one occasion.”
“Uh… really?” I said.
“Yup,” the ranger said. “Saved my life at summer camp when we ran out of water down by the lake.”
“Wait, what?” Abby said.
“Anyway, you two want to get out of here? My truck is just five minutes away.”
“Yes!” Abby and I said together.
“All right, follow me,” he said. “By the way, either of you see a panda out here? One escaped from the zoo.”
“I knew it was a panda!” I said.
A short while later, Abby and I were riding along bumpy roads, sipping on bottled water. Neither of us were speaking, just staring out the windows. The ranger dropped us off at my car an hour later and away we went. We stopped for lunch at the first fast food place we found, feeding our hungry bellies and downing bottle after bottle of water. My daughter went to the bathroom two times before we were back on the road again.
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