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Original posting date: 
Saturday PM, December 30, 2000

A wildPage Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: rachelsb.txt
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Story_codes: M/f dad/daut inc

Story_intro: Unmoving, her eyes still closed, her head still back, her mind began to realize she was awake. First she heard the steady thump of the tires as they hit each section of the concrete road, then she smelled the warm heated air in the car, then 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.




Rachel's Bumpy Car Ride

Written by AnonX

   
   "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. Rachel was only 15, but even she knew you
   couldn't get plane tickets for the whole family two
   days before Christmas. They weren't going to make it to
   her aunt's this year.
   
   Mom finished her conversation and then started
   frantically calling airlines in a desperate attempt to
   prove her travel agent wrong. By the time Rachel's Dad
   walked in the door her mother was near tears. She had
   to go to her sister's this year, she said, with the new
   baby and the fact that her brother would be there,
   and... She went on and on. The big problem was that
   they hadn't known if Tom (Rachel's Dad) would be off at
   all over the Christmas Holiday. Luckily, at the last
   minute he traded schedules with another manager and was
   able to take his vacation. But how were they supposed
   to make the 600 mile trip? They couldn't drive because
   their van was in the shop and there was no way Rachel,
   her parents and the two twin babies could fit in Dad's
   Grand Am with their luggage AND their packages.
   
   Mom started crying. Tom was a former Navy Seal and
   loathed failure. Tom 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. It would have to sit in the
   back seat with the two babies, in their car seats.
   Incredibly, Rachel would have to sit on mom's lap for
   the 12 hour drive. Rachel tried not to think about it
   as the packing frenzy continued loudly. They crammed
   items into every available space in the car. They had
   to hurry and leave immediately this evening if they
   were going to make it for Christmas Eve Morning --
   which was very important to her mom.
   
   In 40 short minutes they had the little car
   cram-packed. With barely enough room to squeeze in,
   they loaded up -- Tom behind the wheel, the babies in
   the back and Rachel perched on her mother's lap. It
   wasn't that bad, really, Rachel's light weight, at 102
   pounds, was distributed by her nice, round ass. Rachel
   was short so she didn't even have to stoop to keep her
   head from hitting the roof. 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. Tom 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. The dash clock glowed 6 P.M., the last rays
   of the sun vanished as they turned onto the freeway.
   
   Less than an hour into the trip on of the twin babies
   -- Little Tommy -- started crying. They pulled over,
   checked his diaper, tried a bottle, did everything they
   could think of to calm him down. Nothing worked. It
   seemed as if he was frightened in the dark back seat,
   which was piled high with packages. The only solution
   seemed to be to swap seats with him. They quickly moved
   his car seat to the front -- where he immediately
   calmed down -- and 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.
   The other twin, Steven, had slept soundly through the
   whole ordeal, and would probably sleep for the entire
   12 hour trip. Tommy was finally quiet. Rachel's mom
   concentrated on the heavily packed roads as she weaved
   from lane to lane, trying to make time.
   
   Rachel settled down into her father's lap, happy to be
   moving toward their destination again. She leaned back
   against his broad chest. Tom lightly wrapped his arms
   around his daughter's thin waist, trying to keep her
   from falling into the car seat next to them. The
   darkness surrounded them, Rachel's eyes began to grow
   heavy from the combination of the darkness, her
   father's warm body, and the droning of the tires along
   the pavement. 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. First she
   heard the steady thump of the tires as they hit each
   section of the concrete road, then she smelled the warm
   heated air in the car, then 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. 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 at her panty line. Her father's hand moved just
   below it slowly.
   
   Rachel didn't move, didn't show that she was awake. She
   thought, obviously lying to herself, "Maybe I'm not
   awake. Maybe this is just a pleasant dream. Let's see
   where it goes."
   
   Her father's warm hand continued moving on her thigh.
   First lightly stroking down to her knee, then up to her
   panty line, slowly, comfortingly. Then, almost
   imperceptibly he started stoking farther down, moving
   in between her thighs. His light fingers grazed her
   skin up almost to the edge of her panties and then back
   down, up again, this time to her panties, lightly
   brushing over the thin fabric and then down again. Each
   time he moved down farther in between her thighs.
   
   Rachel's eyes fluttered under the lids and she took a
   slow, deep breath trying to calm her thumping heart.
   The light touch on her thigh in her dream felt
   wonderful. She wanted it to go on forever. Her thighs
   were together, just as they were when she fell asleep.
   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, bumping
   heavily over her young mound, then continuing, pushing
   her wool skirt up higher, 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.
   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!
   
   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.
   
   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.
   
   Rachel's pussy was moist. She felt it and knew her
   father's hands were turning her on in ways she'd never
   experienced. Rachel's experience with sex was slight.
   She wasn't a virgin, but she was sure her parents
   didn't know that. The feelings that coursed through her
   now though, were different. 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.
   
   Painfully slowly his broad, warm hand squeezed and
   stepped up the inside of her thigh, moving at a steady,
   maddening pace. Rachel wanted to move, to grab his hand
   and push it onto her crotch, but she didn't dare. He
   continued moving up to the softest part of her thigh
   that had never felt hands but her own. Right there...
   almost! surely he could feel the heat coming from her
   now. The passion.
   
   But right at the edge of her panty line, tickling the
   few thin pubic hairs that escaped the elastic, his hand
   lifted and moved to the inside of her other thigh, low,
   down by her knee, and started up a second time.
   Rachel's mind screamed. She was burning up. She
   squirmed again, rubbing her tit on her father's hand
   and grinding her ass down on his hard cock.
   
   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. 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.
   
   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.
   
   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.
   
   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. 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. 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.
   
   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. 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.
   
   "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 near the baby.
   
   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. 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.
   
   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. 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.
   
   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. 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.
   
   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.
   
   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.
   
   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.
   
   Rachel's mother, irritated, looked at her in the
   rearview mirror. "What are you doing back there?"
   
   "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.
   
   "Well for God's Sake SIT DOWN!!" Her mother responded.
   
   "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. 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.
   
   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. 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.
   
   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.
   
   She felt her father's cum rise at the same instant he
   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. 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.
   
   He continued to pump his cock into his 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. 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.
   
   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, before retrieving her panties and straightening
   her clothes, as her dad pulled up his pants and stuffed
   his still hard cock into them.
   
   The rest of the trip they slept, and were delighted to
   find that the entire family would have to share a bed
   at Rachel's aunt's house, because of all the company
   she had. Rachel didn't mind at all. That night, her
   mother laying between Rachel and her father with her
   back to Rachel, the young girl slowly slipped off her
   nightgown and quietly began touching her mother's full
   body as she rasped her nipples across her mother's
   smooth back. If Daddy was so fantastic, I wonder what
   Mom is like, she thought with a smile.











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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.