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By Anonymous II
The road trip out west with the Lovely Miss Sierra. Please Comment….
Chapter 31 – The Bicycles
THAT FRIDAY SIERRA CAME OVER AFTER SCHOOL. We sat at the table and talked of things other than sex. I told her I was really impressed with Lisa’s emotional honesty and I really liked her.
“I’d like to do something nice for Lisa. Maybe give her a nice gift or something. Does she have a bicycle?”
Sierra aid, “No. I wish she did. I wish we both did. Then we could ride to each other’s house. It’s not that far.”
“I’m embarrassed that I didn’t already know this but, you don’t have one either?”
“No. I don’t. I guess I could buy one if I wanted, with some of the money you give me all the time, but I just never did. If Lisa had one, I probably would.”
I thought about that for only a minute. I already had contemplated the idea. “I have a better idea. Why don’t I just buy one for both of you? That would solve both problems.”
“Really? You’d do that?
“Why not? I can afford it. I love Lisa in one way, and I absolutely LOVE you in another, so why not? I’d love to do it. Tomorrow’s Saturday. Why don’t you text Lisa right now and ask her if she can come over for a few hours tomorrow morning. Tell her we can come and pick her up, so her mom doesn’t have to bring her. Don’t tell her why.”
She texted Lisa and we waited for a response. She answered and said wait a minute. She had to ask her mom. Pretty soon she said, yes, it was OK. What time?
“Tell her we’ll pick her up at 8:30 if it’s OK. Oh, I forgot to ask. Is it OK with your mom?”
“Yeah, She’ll be working. She won’t mind. I can pretty much go with you anytime.”
“And that is an honor. I’m glad you can. And I’m glad you want to.” I gave her a little kiss.
A few minutes later the text came. “Lisa said 8:30 is OK. She’ll be ready. She wanted to know what it’s all about, but I told her it’s a surprise.” She giggled. “She probably thinks we want to have a big sex threesome or something.”
“No. She doesn’t think that. She’s already spoken her mind on that topic.”
The next morning Sierra came over plenty early and we set off for Lisa’s house. Neither of the girls had breakfast, so we went to McDonald’s (their request, not mine). When we pulled up in front of the bicycle shop Lisa said, “Bicycles. What are we doing here?”
“I want to take a look and see what they have. Let’s go in.” When we got inside I said, “You girls go ahead and look around. Check out the bikes. I want to talk so a salesperson.” The girls went off on their own and I got a salesman and we went into his office. I didn’t want to hurry. I wanted the girls to have time to fall in love with some bicycles. Lisa did not know my motives, but Sierra did, and I was sure she would steer Lisa gracefully and get her thinking in the right direction.
I explained the situation to the salesman. I told him I wanted buy three bicycles. One for me and one for each of the girls. The blonde haired girl knew about it, but it was a surprise to the other one. I told him I wanted them to get any bicycle they wanted, altered and set up the way they wanted it, with any accessories they wanted, and I did not want the price or the cost of modifications to be discussed in their presence. I wanted the bikes that were best suited for them and I did not care what it cost. That may have been a dumb thing to say to a salesman, but I wanted him on my side, working with me. He agreed in principle and said that they could make whatever alterations were needed.
When we left his office to go find the girls he asked, “Are the girls your daughters?”
I said, “No, actually one is my neighbor and the other is her best friend, but I want to do this for them.”
He was a young guy. He saw the girls on the other side of the showroom and said, “Wow! That little blonde is really hot!”
“Yeah, No shit.” I said.
We got to the girls and the salesman was very tactful. He pretty much took over the situation, talking to the girls and asking them what they thought of various bikes, options, etc. I just hung around and didn’t say much. Sierra asked more questions than Lisa did. I guess it was her way of drawing it out. The girls were interested and involved for a while, but then Lisa started to get restless. Maybe suspicious. Then she said, “How come you’re asking US all this stuff? It’s him that wants the bicycle.” (Pointing to me.) It was an awkward moment. The salesman didn’t know what to say. He looked at me. I just let it ride.
Then Sierra stepped in. She walked over and put her hand on Lisa’s shoulder. “Lisa, Mr. Mike is going to buy bicycles for both of us, so we can ride to see each other.”
Lisa had a blank expression for a few seconds, like she was in shock, then she said, “Really?”
Sierra said, “Yes, Really.”
Then I said, “Yes, Really.”
The salesman smiled with great relief and said, “Yes, Really.”
Lisa then realized that everybody was in on it except her. She looked the salesman, then at Sierra, then tears came to her eyes. She came directly over to me and put her arms around me. She could barely speak. “Oh, Mr. Mike, Why are you so good to us?”
“Because I love you both.”
She just held me and was silent. I held her close to me. The salesman took all this in. He didn’t know what to say. When Lisa regained her composure I motioned for Sierra and she came over. I stood with a hand on the shoulder of each of them and said, “Now listen to me, girls. I want you both to pick out your favorite bicycle in this shop, regardless of the cost. This gentleman is ready to make any alterations to the bike that you desire. He will tell you what is possible. I want you to pick out any accessories or any other little goodies that you want, to go with your bike. Absolutely anything you want. Don’t hold back. I want to do this for you. So, work with this man and get exactly what you want. I’m going to go look at one for myself.”
I started to walk away. The salesman said, “Sir… Sir…” He followed me quickly and when we were away from the girls he said, “Hey, Man. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were so close to these girls. Sorry about that comment about the blonde being so hot.”
“No problem. It’s perfectly understandable. You were right. She IS hot.”
I stayed out of it, but watched without speaking. The girls asked a lot of good questions and the salesman did a great job of fielding them. He definitely knew his bicycles. Once in a while the girls would look at me, as if to be asking permission for something. In the end, they picked out a couple of really nice bikes. We arranged to pick them up the following Saturday, after the alterations and accessory installation. I would also get a rack to haul them on the back of my car. I told him I would come in Monday and pick out mine. Now I had a week to get a receiver hitch put on my car. No problem.
The following Saturday, we picked up the bikes and I delivered them and the girls to their homes. When we were ready to leave Lisa’s house she gave me the most powerful hug I can remember. At the end of it she kissed me on the mouth. She did not seem to care who was watching. When we unloaded Sierra’s bike she did almost the same thing, then whispered in my ear, “I’ll be over to thank you later.” I knew what she meant.
Chapter 32 – Trip Preparation
THE WEEKS WENT BY. Before we knew it, Sierra’s last day of school had arrived. I watched out the front window as she got off the bus and ran directly to my front door. She was absolutely beautiful. She had on a short skirt that exposed most of her beautiful fuzzy-haired thighs, and a semi-tight light blue silk blouse that accentuated her lovely growing young titties. She always dressed nice, especially since I started subsidizing her wardrobe, but today she looked exceptionally good. Maybe because it was the last day of school, or maybe it was all in my head because of my excitement about our upcoming road trip. When her fist was just about to knock on my door, I jerked it open, surprising her.
“Hello, you beautiful little thing.”
She stepped inside, smiling as usual, and said, “Hello, Mr. Mike.”
I closed the door behind her and she put her arms around me. We held each other in silence for a minute, both of us probably thinking about this turning point in our lives. We were about to set off on our first vacation, and be together day and night for at least two weeks. It was an exciting prospect.
When our long hug ended I took her hand and we walked toward the kitchen table. On the way I said, “It ain’t right. It just ain’t right.”
“What ain’t right,” she asked.
“It ain’t right for a little 11-year-old blonde girl to be so God damn sexy!”
She giggled, “Oh, Mr. Mike, You’re so sweet.”
She knew she was beautiful and she knew she was sexy, but she was completely humble about it. She blushed and appreciated every compliment, and took nothing for granted. But she was awesome! Even if I didn’t love her, which certainly clouds my thinking, she was definitely far above average on beauty and sex appeal. It was a privilege to be close to her.
“Do you want some lemonade?”
“Sure, I’ll take some.”
I brought the lemonade, sat down across from her, and asked, “Do you have any panties on under that sexy skirt?”
She giggled, “Of course, I just came from school.”
“Oh. That’s too bad. Well, about this trip we’re about to take….”
“Oh, Mr. Mike, it’s gonna be so cool! I’m so happy. Thank you so much for taking me.”
“It wouldn’t be any fun without you, Sweetheart.”
She got up and hugged me again and sat back down. As we sipped lemonade I explained that I would be picking up the RV two days early. Today, her last day of school was Friday, the 10th. I would bring the RV home on Monday, the 13th, and we would depart on the morning of Wednesday, the 15th. I told her she would have part of the day Monday and all day Tuesday to bring her things over and get them organized in the RV. I would be doing the same. There was a fair amount of storage space, but I recommended that she not bring anything that wasn’t necessary. The space would fill up fast. But I had no plans to reject anything that she brought. I knew she would do the right thing.
She said, “I’ll start organizing things at home so when you bring the RV, I’ll be ready.”
“That would be smart. I’ll do the same.”
“Any special rules, or requests or anything?”
“No. Not really. Bring anything you want, to a certain extent. Space will be limited. I’m having the RV company put a bike rack on the back, so we can take our bicycles.”
“Oh, Cool! That’ll be excellent.”
“I’ll get a cover for them so they won’t get all nasty if it rains.”
Sierra got up and hugged me again, “Mr. Mike, we’re gonna have so much fun.”
“I hope so, Sweetheart, I hope so.”
I refilled our lemonade and then said, “I have something to give you, for the trip and forever.” I went to my office and came back with my small Olympus digital camera.
“Really? Is that for me?”
“Yes it is, Sweetheart. And not just for the trip. It’s yours to keep. I wanted to give it to you now so you’ll have a few days to play with it.”
“Wow! This is excellent. Thank you, Mr. Mike. I’ve been wanting a real camera. I never did like taking pictures with my phone.”
I gave her a brief explanation of basic operations, as well as a printed copy of the full manual. The camera can be used on full automatic, with very little training, but is also capable of some creative effects with manual settings. I had no doubt that she would do just fine with it. She was such a smart girl. I made sure to tell her that the camera card had a very large capacity and that digital photography was free, so she could be as trigger happy as she wanted to.
The weekend went by fast. Sierra came over occasionally, and texted me numerous times to ask me questions as she was getting her things ready. She was already taking lots of pictures and practicing with her new camera. She loved it. She loved the freedom of it. I could see her getting more comfortable with it already. I think it helped that it was HER camera.
When I brought the RV home on Monday it was already pretty well set up. The bike rack was on it. The only thing I had to do was set up my Garmin GPS, which was easy, because I already had a mount for it that fits in a cup holder, so it could be used in any vehicle. I also made some straps with Velcro that would hold my laptop in place on the table, but could be easily removed to use the table for other things. With the laptop, I could create custom GPS routes on the fly. I rigged up a similar Velcro setup for my Keurig coffee maker in a spot where it could stay, so we could make coffee, even while driving. (The RV had a power inverter, so we would have limited 110-volt power while driving.) I checked the oil and fluids, and everything was good. The vehicle was ready.
By noon on Tuesday we had almost everything loaded up and properly stowed away, except a few last-minute things. We took a little food, but we would eat a good percentage of our meals in restaurants, when they were available. Tuesday afternoon we took a little 50-mile shakedown ride, just to see if we discovered anything unexpected, and to see if it inspired any new ideas. Everything went smoothly. By 6:00 pm we were fully loaded and ready to roll out early in the morning.
At about 6:30, Sierra went home and asked her mom if she could spend the night at my house, since we were leaving early in the morning. It was the first time she had been so bold, but Carol gave her permission. I guess she figured, since we’d be sleeping together for the next couple of week, what’s one more night. She came back before 7:00 and we sat at the table, talking, until about 9:00. The TV was on, but we paid no attention to it. Sierra texted back and forth with Lisa for a little while. We went to bed at about 9:00, and made love for the last time in our home state, at least for a while. If not for that, it would have been difficult to go to sleep, in anticipation of our morning departure. But there’s nothing like a good orgasm to make you want to doze off. We went to sleep with my little sweetheart in my arms.
Chapter 33 – The Road Trip!
Day 1 – Wednesday: Home to Goodland, KS
The morning came earlier than we expected. We set the alarm for 6:00 but we didn’t need it. I was rolling around and looking at the clock at 5:20. I didn’t want to wake Sierra, and apparently she didn’t want to wake me either. At about 5:30 she whispered very softly, “Are you awake, Mr. Mike?”
I whispered back, “No. I’m still asleep.” Sierra giggled and punched me on the arm. I put my arms around her, held her for a few moments, then said, “Well, we’re awake. What do you think? Should we fuck, or get up and go?”
Again she giggled her precious little short giggle and said, “Let’s go. I can’t wait to get started.”
I said, “I couldn’t agree more.”
I shut off the unnecessary alarm and we started getting dressed. We had absolutely no work to do before leaving. Everything was ready and loaded into the RV, including the coffee pot. We were in the RV, in the driveway, shortly before 6:00. I loaded the route into the GPS and Sierra started making coffee for us. We pulled out just before 6:00. Within five minutes we were on Interstate 70, heading west from our home in east central Missouri.
Sierra brought me my coffee.
“I’d like to come over and sit on your lap, but I guess that’s out of the question.” Sierra said.
“Yeah, that probably wouldn’t be too safe.”
The RV was laid out so that Sierra could easily move from the front passenger seat and move around the back if she wanted to, but she would spend most her time in the front with me.
The scenery and the lay of the land doesn’t change much across central Missouri and into eastern Kansas. The rush hour was over by the time we got to Kansas City, so the traffic was not bad. We cruised through the city with no problems. It was the last big city we would see for a while, unless you count Topeka, which is nowhere near as big as Kansas City, although still a respectable size.
Most people believe that the state of Kansas is generally flat, and much of it is of low relief, but not all of it. Right after you pass Topeka there is an area known as the Flint Hills. This is actually the northern part of the Flint Hills and they are more prominent to the south. The land here has hills that are considerably higher, although they are not steep. The road climbs or descends gradually, but the hills can be quite long, by midwest standards. There are fewer trees and the land is transitioning to prairie. It is the first area where the scenery is noticeably different than the lands to the east. It is the first hint of the west.
Sierra was fascinated by the change in scenery. She had never traveled anywhere out west. She stared out the windows and said “Wow. This is really cool.” I couldn’t help thinking about how amazed she was going to be in the coming days.
Near Fort Riley, Kansas, and the town of Junction City, the highway descends into the valley of the Kansas River. When it comes up out of the other side of the valley, the Flint Hills are behind us. Now the land begins to flatten out and will continue to do so all the way into lonesome western Kansas. Trees become more scarce, eventually being seen only along steams and those that were planted around farm houses as a windbreak. This is wheat country. You cannot tell by looking, but the land is gaining elevation from here, all the way to the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. The elevation at my home in Missouri as about 600 feet. Denver, Colorado is over 5,000.
This is also the land of the cruise control. The interstate speed limit is 80 in western Kansas, and normally I would 5 mph over that. But I didn’t feel comfortable going that fast in the RV. I set it for about 70. We didn’t stop much, and even our conversation tapered off as we passed the hours with very little change in the scenery. It was very warm and we were glad the air conditioner worked good.
Sierra was again fascinated by the large wind farms between Salina and Russell. She knew about wind turbines and wind farms, but had never seen one. They were all over the skyline, for as far as we could see. Dozens of them. She wanted to get up close to one of the huge turbines, so we got off the highway and went down a gravel road until we were right underneath one. It was huge. We shut off the engine and got out to listen to the persistent wind passing over the giant blades. Every time a blade cane around to the bottom side we could hear it sweeping past, even though they turned very slowly. Sierra counted the seconds per revolution. This was the first time I had been so close to one of the big ones. You could hear and feel the awesome power of it. Sierra took some pictures, and I took some of her standing under the big turbine, including a couple with her top off and the wind blowing through her hair. When we got back on the road, Sierra went to look them up on her phone, but there was no cell signal. (Not uncommon out west.) A few miles down the highway, when we got closer to a town, she found out that the turbine blades turn at about 20 rpm’s, but their low-speed shaft is connected to a gearbox that increases the rotational speed to 1,2001,800 rpm for the generator. By the time we got to Russell, Kansas, she knew how they worked and the names of most of the parts.
Sierra never complained, as people often do when passing through this kind of country. I admit that western Kansas is not spectacular, but I believe that it is important to the trip. Passing through Kansas there is not much to look at or think about. It gives you a full day to leave behind your troubles or worries, and whatever was on your mind back home. When you get up the next morning you know you will see the mountains today, and that’s when the real fun begins.
We spent that first night in the town of Goodland, Kansas. I have traveled this route many times over the years and I have stayed in Goodland many times. It is about the right distance from home. I gave Sierra the option for a motel or the camper, and she chose the camper. She wanted to try out that big bed. So we stayed at the KOA campground in Goodland. I found a good shady camp spot, which is rare in western Kansas. We had full hookups, so we could run the air conditioner. The warm south wind that had powered the wind turbines, subsided at sundown, which it often did.
We ate dinner in the restaurant next door, then sat outside for a while and talked about the day. It was warm, but not oppressive. The humidity was low. It was actually pretty nice when the sun got low. We did not make a fire. Sierra drank lemonade and I had a few beers. We sat across from each other, like a good father and daughter.
When we were getting ready for bed Sierra said, “I think we should have sex in every state we go to.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” I said, “Maybe several times.” I gave her big hug.
We decided to first try the cab-over bed, since the corner bed had a bunch of our junk on it. When we climbed up into it we discovered an unforeseen limitation of the cab-over bed. The bed was large and comfortable, as large as the corner bed, but there was very little head room. The ceiling over the bed was no more than 2ÂŊ or 3 feet high. We had plenty of length and width, but not much height. Sierra could not get on top of me and sit up straight, and just barely could if she stayed bent over, flat against my chest. Doggy style was out of the question. But where there is a will, there is a way.
We laid on our sides in the spooning position, and it was easy for me to reach around to rub her titties, or between her legs. She could bring one foot up closer to her body and spread her legs well enough. We did this for a while, with me slowly humping her from behind, until she reached down between her legs and guided my dick into her pussyhole. I moved slowly in and out, rubbing her in front and squeezing her titties. I tried to keep from cumming until she was ready, which didn’t take too long. Then I increased my speed and pumped her faster until we both came. After we rested for a few minutes, we discovered that the 69 position, with her on top, was also compatible with the low ceiling, as long as she didn’t forget and raise up too fast. She bumped her head once, but she learned quickly. In that way, I was able to make her cum again, and I shot cum in her mouth, which she swallowed completely. Welcome to Kansas!
Day 2 – Thursday: Goodland, KS to Woodland Park, C0
During our day-long conversations across Kansas we had decided not to set the alarm, unless we needed to get up at a specific time for some good reason, but we both woke up early. We saw no reason to hang around the campground, so we unhooked, grabbed some snacks at convenience store, and hit the highway, westbound for Colorado.
As soon as we got moving, Sierra started doing the chores. First she made coffee for us. She sat up front while we drank a cup together, then she went back and cleaned up little, made the bed, and moved all of our stuff from the corner bed to the cab-over bed. We decided to sleep in the corner bed from now on, and use the low-ceiling cab-over bed for storage. Soon she had everything done and was back up front with me. We had just crossed into Colorado.
About the eastern half of Colorado is still the high plains, like Kansas, but it is starting to get a little hillier, as we get closer to the mountains. There is very little wheat now, and much more cattle ranching. I was planning to take Sierra straight through Denver on Interstate 70, so she could experience the big climb up the Front Range, just west of the city.
She asked me, “How long until we see the mountains?”
I told her, “It depends on the weather. If it’s clear and there’s no haze in atmosphere, you can sometimes see them 60 or 70 miles out.”
“WOW! Sixty MILES? How big are they?”
“Many of them are over 14,000 feet, and we are looking from, maybe 4500 feet. They’re very big. The earliest I ever saw them was on a hilltop near the town of Arriba, which would be about 90 miles from Pikes Peak, as the crow flies, but that’s not common. You can almost always start to see them by the time you get to Limon. Pikes Peak is well over 14,000 and that’s the first one you can see. It’ll be down off to the left, down by Colorado Springs.”
Sierra immediately grabbed our brand new Rand McNally Road Atlas and started looking for those two towns. She was also watching the road signs to find out where we were now. When she found them, she said, “Limon, that’s where the road splits off to go down to Colorado Springs.”
“Yes, that’s correct. Keep your eyes open down that way. Maybe you’ll be the first to see the mountain. When we pass Flagler, start watching.”
It was common for Sierra to study the road atlas, and also to look things up in Wikipedia, whenever she could get a cell signal. She liked to learn. I could already see that this trip was going to be very educational for her. A few minutes later she said, “Pikes Peak is 14,115 feet. It’s named after Zebulon Pike, an explorer.”
I said, “I knew it was something just over 14,000 feet. I know one thing. There sure ain’t much air up there. Any little activity at all, or maybe none, and I was huffing and puffing.”
She put down her phone and looked at me, “You mean, you climbed it?”
I laughed. “Well, not exactly. I drove up it. There’s a road all the way to the top. When I was there it was mostly gravel, but I hear it’s paved all the way now.”
“Wow. You mean, we could drive all the way to the top? Are we going there?”
“Well, I wasn’t planning on it. I was gonna take you up over the Front Range. But this is a loose trip. I guess we can if you want to. We could avoid the big city of Denver that way.”
“Can we? That would be COOL! It’ll be the first mountain I’ve ever seen, and then we can go right to the top of it.
“Well, we can do it, but it’s not quite as simple as you make it sound. We’ll have to get close to it today, and go up it tomorrow morning. It takes quite a while. We couldn’t do it justice today.”
She said, “Are you sure it’s OK? We don’t have to if you don’t want.”
I smiled at her. “Come over here, Sweetheart.” She released her seat belt and stepped over beside me. I put my arm around her and said, “Miss Sierra, This trip is for you. Anything you want to do is fine with me.” She leaned in and I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, without running off the road.
“Thank you, Mr. Mike. You’re so sweet to me.” She went back to her seat and buckled in.
We just passed Flagler and she was watching the horizon, with the road atlas on her lap. After a few minutes she said, “You have to turn on highway 24 at Limon.”
“Yes, I know. Do you need to stop in Limon for anything? There ain’t jack shit between there and Colorado Springs.”
“No, I’m good. I don’t need anything. I can pee in the back if I have to.”
Sierra was adapting well to the road life. She was happy all the time, and never bitched about anything. She didn’t want much. Just being there was good enough for her. She was a great traveling companion. Not to mention the excellent sex when the sun went down. We didn’t see Pikes Peak until after we made the turn on highway 24. A few miles down the two-lane road, Sierra pointed to something on the horizon.
“Is that . . . No . . . Is that it, or is it just a cloud?”
“It looks like it could be. We’ll know pretty soon if it keeps getting bigger.”
It did get bigger. It was, indeed, Pikes Peak, and Sierra was the first one to see it. That made her happy. A few miles later she saw another mountain, then another. Pretty soon they were popping up all along the western horizon. Pretty soon we could see the range.
Sierra asked, “How come we could see Pikes Peak so much sooner than all the rest.”
I said, “Because it’s taller than all the other mountains around it.”
She giggled, “Oh. I should have know that.”
I told her I didn’t want to stay in Colorado Springs. I didn’t care much for cities and Sierra didn’t either. We went through Colorado Springs to the small town of Woodland Park, which was not far past the road to Pikes Peak. I got us a camp spot but it was only about 11:30 am. I had over-estimated the time to get there. I told Sierra that we probably had time to go up the hill today, but we might have to pass up a few photo opportunities. If we waited until morning, we could take our time and take as long as it took. We agreed that it would be better to wait than to hurry.
We were in the mountains now. We were just at the start of them, but the campground was wooded and smelled like pine trees, so it felt like we were in the mountains. The elevation was about 8200 feet at the camp and it was much cooler than the previous night in Goodland. It was nice. It was fun just hanging around and being there. We were right at the edge of town, so we unloaded our bicycles and rode into town on the bike path. We had lunch and I bought Sierra a t-shirt. The air was noticeably thinner, and riding the bicycles was harder than we expected. We had to go slow. We were not yet used to the elevation.
We got back to the campground at about 4:00 and we walked up to the camp store to buy some beer and firewood. Tonight it was cool enough for a fire. Sierra helped me carry the wood back, then we went up and got another load. I would rather have waited until dark to build a fire, but darkness comes late this time of year, and we couldn’t wait. We started at about 7:00. We talked, laughed and smelled the trees and the fire, and felt the gentle mountain breeze as it blew through her beautiful blonde hair. Sierra texted with her mom, Lisa, and a few other friends. I drank 5 beers and we put some beer in a cup with a straw, so people couldn’t tell, and Sierra drank 2 beers. She was feeling it. She had a good time.
Shortly after 9:00, as the sun and the fire were both fading, we went into the camper and pulled the curtains. As soon as we were in private, I held her close to me. I’d been wanting to do that all day. We held each other in silence, then I said, “Sierra, it’s so nice to be with you.”
“I know, Mr. Mike. Isn’t this wonderful? Thank you so much for bringing me.”
“Are you ready for bed?” I asked.
“As soon as I take a pee.” She giggled. I love that giggle.
When she came out of the bathroom she was completely naked. Seeing me still fully clothed, she giggled and said, “I thought we were going to bed.”
I smiled. “You go ahead. I have to pee too. I’ll be right with you.”
Sierra’s clothes were on the bathroom floor. I gathered them up and put them on the spare bed, then took off my own and put them there too. When I pulled the curtain aside and crawled in bed with her, she put her arms around me and kissed me deeply and passionately. Then she pushed me back down on the bed and swung her leg over to straddle me. There was plenty of head room in this bed and she used it. She did not need foreplay on this night. She got on top of me, took my dick in her hand, and immediately guided it directly into her juicy wet pussy, then started moving up and down on it. After a few strokes she picked up speed and proceeded to fuck my brains out.
She bounced up and down violently, driving it up into her little cunt and shaking the camper. I tried to pinch her titties, but she didn’t make it easy for me, she was moving so quickly. All she seemed to care about was my dick inside her. It was all about pleasing me. She kept it up until I was ready to squirt, which she detected, and stopped on the down side of the stroke, with my hard dick impaling her while I emptied my load up inside her. She smiled when she felt the warm fluid.
She was breathing hard now, partly because of the exertion and partly because of the altitude. After she recovered her breathing for only a couple of minutes, she pulled up off of me and immediately raised up and guided my slimy dick back to her butthole, settling down on it gently until it was fully up her ass. Then she started pounding me up and down again, just like before. Her asshole was tight and it stayed tight. I can’t remember a time when I came two times so close together, but it couldn’t be helped. When I was about to cum (she always knew) she started rubbing her clit frantically, and this time we came together. She did not cum the first time, but this time she did. She dribbled her juices all over my pubic area while I squirted another load up her tight little ass.
When we were both finished, she collapsed forward onto my chest, with my dick still up her ass, and we both caught up on our breathing. It must have been near 10 minutes before either of us moved. Then she giggled, raised up, and eased off of me. She swung her leg over and laid down on her back beside me. I took her by the hand, kissed her on the side of her face, and we both fell asleep, with her hand in mine. Welcome to Colorado!
Day 3 – Friday: Pikes Peak
This morning was Pikes Peak Day. Having never been in the mountains, nor in an airplane, Miss Sierra would go higher than she has been in her young life, and higher than she would go for some time to come. For my part, I have been higher in airplanes, and only just slightly higher on land. I few years ago I went to the top of Mount Evans, near Idaho Springs, Colorado, which is the highest paved road in the United States. But it is only higher than Pikes Peak by 15 feet. Mount Evans is 14,130 feet and Pikes Peak is 14,115, so for all practical purposes, they are about the same.
Sierra and I woke up early, as we usually do. We had plenty of time to break camp and go down the road for breakfast. The road to the top of Pikes Peak is a toll road, operated by a private company, and the gates open at 9:00. We got there about 15 minutes early and the waiting line was not long. It cost us $20 to get through the gates. It was $15 for me and only $5 for my young “daughter.” In a few minutes we were off and smiling.
The road to the top of the mountain was only about 20 miles, but it was a very slow ride. The road is very crooked and twisted. In some places, 30 mph seems ridiculously fast, especially for the vehicle we were driving. The road was in good shape, paved all the way, with a couple of one-lane sections where they were working on the road. Vehicles were led through the construction areas by a pilot car. There were also very many scenic turnouts, and we stopped at a lot of them to take pictures and enjoy the scenery and the clean, brisk air. We did not hurry. I drove slowly and we stopped a lot. We took about three hours getting to the top.
Sierra was going to wear a short skirt that morning, just for me, but I suggested that she wear long pants instead. Now she was glad she did. When we left our camp the temperature was 64 degrees. The temperature dropped all the way up the mountain. When we got to the top, shortly after noon, it was sunny, but the temperature at 14,000 feet was 38 degrees, with a stiff breeze. It made Sierra’s little nipples stand out. She giggled when I pinched one and said “Your headlights are on.” She put her coat on.
The air is very thin at that altitude and our rate of breathing was increased, even without any physical activity. Just walking would cause an even greater increase. It affected me more than Sierra. She was younger, in better shape, and very athletic. But it still slowed her down. In a way, it was exhilarating. We walked around on top, took some pictures, and got a snack at the gift shop. I bought Sierra another t-shirt, and one for myself.
Sierra absolutely loved the high-altitude experience. The view, the weather, the thin air, and just the feeling of it was a thing she had never experienced. There were people around, so we mostly behaved ourselves like a good father and daughter, but I managed to steal an occasional kiss or a quick feel now and then. I loved the way the cold air made her little nipples stand out hard, and I liked to slip my hand under her coat whenever I got the chance. She didn’t mind it. We stayed up on top for about an hour or so.
Coming down the hill in the RV, I drove even slower than on the way up. I didn’t want to ride the brakes, so I geared down and just let it go at it’s own speed, which was very slow. Sometimes I would pull over in a turnout and let other cars go by. I thought they were crazy for going so fast and working their brakes so hard. Sometimes we could smell the brakes of the other vehicles. We stopped a few times for pictures, but not as much as on the way up. As we lost altitude it got much warmer. By the time we got down to the bottom it was about 75 degrees. Quite a difference from the top.
By the time we got down it was almost 3:00 and we decided not to try to go any further that day, so we went back to the same campground where we stayed last night, and checked in for another night. It was early and the campground was not filling up yet, so we were lucky enough to get the same nice camp spot we had last night. Even our leftover firewood was still there, but we went up and got some more anyway. We were ready for another wonderful, leisurely evening around the campfire.
After dinner we sat around the fire talking and enjoying the evening. There was a gentle breeze and the smell of pine was in the air. Sierra loved camping and was always in a good mood. Nothing unusual for her. She was one the happiest and most pleasant people I had ever known. When the fire was going down and we were about ready for bed, I went around behind the camper to take a piss in the woods. This was not uncommon for me, since I grew up in the country, with only an outhouse and no indoor plumbing. Using the outdoors as a bathroom felt better to me than going inside. There were plenty of trees around and no one could see me in my chosen spot.
I picked my spot and took my dick out, but before I could get started, suddenly Sierra was beside me, smiling. She knew where I was going and followed me. Without speaking she kneeled down in front of me and took it in her warm little wet mouth. I was not about to argue with her. She proceeded with her customary skill, taking it just past the head, then a little deeper. She liked to make me cum in her mouth, and she picked up speed when she sensed I was about to come. I responded by grabbing her head with both hands and pulling her into me, holding her there as I started to shoot my load in her mouth. Suddenly the gag reflex got to her. She coughed, gagged a little, then pushed me quickly away, turned, and threw up on the ground beside her. She coughed and spit, trying to get all the puke out of her mouth.
“Oh, Baby, I’m sorry,” I said. “Did I go too deep? I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” She didn’t speak right away, still spitting as the saliva flowed from her mouth.
When she finally got herself together again, she looked up at me a smiled. “No. It’s OK. Just that gag thing got the best of me. I’m OK now.” She stood up and I gave her my handkerchief to clean up with.
I said again, “I’m sorry, Sweetie.”
She smiled. “It’s OK. When you started squirting it must have went down the wrong pipe.” Then she giggled and I knew she was OK.
I forgot that my dick was still hanging out. After she wiped her face with my hankie, she wiped off my dick with it, then giggled and said, “You better finish what you came out here to do.” I took a piss up against a tree and Sierra watched me. Then she took my hand and we went back around and went inside the camper to go to bed.
Day 4 – Saturday: Woodland Park to Ridgeway
The next morning, in the early dawn half-light, I woke up with Sierra between my legs with my dick in her mouth, slowly massaging the head with her lips. When she saw that I was awake she smiled and said, “Sorry about last night. They say when you fall, you should get back on the horse.” She took the head back in her mouth and continued. She was so very, very good at this! I loved the feeling of my dick in her mouth. She worked it skillfully until I shot my large morning load into her throat. She swallowed every bit of it. She did not throw up this time.
As soon as she was done swallowing, she crawled forward, straddled me, and guided my slippery dick up into her equally slippery little cunt. Of course, she was naked, and her little titties were starting to get big enough that they bounced a little as she bounced up and down on me. I reached up with both hands and pinched them. She moaned with pleasure. After a few more bounces, she slipped up off of me, moved slightly forward, and guided the head of it, working it into her tight little asshole. When the head was inside she plunged down on it, driving it up inside her, then began to to go up and down. She laid forward onto my chest and humped me violently while I held and spread her ass cheeks. After a minute or two she was ready to cum. I was not even touching her cunt and neither was she, but she could cum just from the feeling of a dick in her ass. And she did. And so did I.
We decided to get out of camp early and have breakfast on the road this morning. Sierra made us some coffee while I unhooked the camper and packed things up. We headed west on Highway 24, with hot coffee on a cool, frosty morning, and smiles on our faces.
We stopped occasionally for pictures at various spots. Sierra was getting good with her new camera and was using it a lot. Often it was her idea to stop. I took many pictures of her in various locations. To me, she was just as beautiful as the mountains. The two together made some good pictures. I had told her about Monarch Summit and she wanted to go there, so we turned left at Buena Vista and headed south to Highway 50. We stopped quite a bit, so we didn’t make good time. After our second cup of coffee we stopped at a small turnout in the woods so I could take a piss in the woods. Sierra did likewise and she giggled when I took a picture of her, squatted down with her panties down, pissing on the ground. When she stood up she didn’t pull her pants up right away. She stood with her thighs and pussy crack exposed and said, “Take another one.” I took several, including one where she turned around, bent over, and spread her butt cheeks. She was a naughty little girl and I loved it.
Driving on up toward the summit, we were getting into some large patches of snow that had not yet melted. Monarch Summit is over 11,000 feet. Sierra was fascinated by the idea of snow in June. As we rode along, Sierra giggled for no apparent reason. I asked her “What’s so funny?”
She giggled again and said, “I want you to take my picture in the snow …. naked.”
“Ooooh, that sounds like fun,” I said. “We’ll have to be quick though, before some cars come along.”
She said, “That’s OK. Look for a good spot to stop, with snow that’s close to the road.”
It wasn’t long until we found such a spot. We were getting close to the tree line, so the trees were getting smaller, but they still offered some cover. I pulled into a small turnout and we got out, fully clothed, to check it out. It seemed like a suitable spot. We couldn’t see very far down the road, but in the quiet mountain air, we could hear a car coming long before we could see it. There wasn’t much traffic. It was a scenic spot and we took a few pictures before Sierra went in the camper to take her clothes off. I yelled out “Don’t forget to close the curtains.” She did. The curtains could be closed so that people outside could not see into the living compartment.
After a couple of minutes she cracked the door and said, “Anybody coming?”
“Wait just a minute. I hear a car.”
After the car passed I motioned her out. She moved briskly over to a spot in the snow we had picked out for the picture. She stood smiling, in a patch of snow at the edge of the trees, with her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips. She was completely naked. She had even taken her shoes off. Her feet must have been cold standing in the snow. I took several pictures as she changed poses a few times. She was giggling intermittently. I had to admit, this was hilarious. After a minute, and several successful pictures, suddenly a very quiet motorcycle came around the corner a few hundred feet away. Neither of us had heard it coming. I shouted at Sierra, but she had seen it too. If she ran to the camper now she would be in plain view of the rider, so she wisely turned and bolted into the trees, squatting down behind some low bushes. I stood there alone, with my camera.
To our horror, the guy on the bike let off the gas, slowed down, and pulled into the turnout, just in front of our camper. I didn’t know if he had seen Sierra or not. He got off his bike and said, “Hi. How Ya doing?”
“I’m OK. Just stopped for a couple pictures.”
“Yeah, it’s beautiful, ain’t it.” He didn’t act suspicious and I was thinking he probably had not seen Sierra, but I couldn’t be sure.
“It sure is.”
He started taking off his jacket. “I just stopped to take off this jacket. It’s warming up a little.”
I couldn’t help but think ‘Yeah, that’s easy for you to say. You have clothes on.’ I thought of Sierra, in the woods and freezing her little naked ass off.
After he stowed his jacked he stood there, stretching and looking around. As he scanned around the area he suddenly did a double-take and stared right at the spot where Sierra was hiding. He looked for a few seconds, then said “Is that….. is there somebody in the woods over there?”
An idea came to me instantly and I said, “Yeah, that’s my daughter. She had to go to the bathroom, and the one in the camper doesn’t flush. She’s hiding now. She’s probably embarrassed.” I had no way of knowing how well he could see her, or if he could tell that she was naked.
He said, “Oh. I’m sorry. Well, it’s time for me to move on then, I guess.” He headed for his bike and started to get on.
“Have a good day,” I sad.
“You too.”
He started his bike and pulled out, and down the road he went.
After he was gone and the silence returned to confirm that there was no more traffic approaching, Sierra came out from her hiding place and walked calmly toward the camper. She giggled and said, “Well. That was exciting.” We both laughed. She was just as calm as if she was taking a stroll across her back yard. When she got close I could her little hard nipples poking way out into the cool air. She walked up, gave me a kiss, and headed for the camper door.
“Are you cold?” I asked. (A dumb question.)
“Yeah, but it was fun.”
She went inside and I followed her in and closed the door. She turned to kiss me again and I couldn’t pass the opportunity to feel her frozen little nipples. They were VERY hard. She said, “Ooooh! That feels kinda good.” Smiling up at me, she said, “I know a good way you could warm me up.” She turned around and leaned over the table, next to my laptop, with her beautiful naked ass and all it’s goose bumps right in front of me. “Warm me up, Mr. Mike.” The curtains were closed and the door was locked.
“We better make it a quick one,” I said.
“That’s fine.”
I started rubbing her bare back and around to her nipples. They felt really good, poking out like that. When I put my hands on her ass she felt cool to the touch. She needed warming. I gently rubbed her ass with one hand and dropped my pants with the other. With little or no foreplay, I eased my hard dick up to her pussyhole and gave it a gentle push. She wiggled a little and it slipped right in. I held her by the tits and started working it in and out. She was very wet and slick. She put one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, and said, “Put it in my butt.” I slid out of her and positioned it at her little brown, wrinkled butthole, pushing gently. It slipped in slowly until the head was in, then it was easy to go deeper. She grunted a little when I pushed it all the way in to full depth. It still amazed me that she could take my entire dick up her little ass. And she liked it! “Ooooh, that’s good. That’s good, Mr. Mike.” With that encouragement I started pumping her harder, then still harder and faster. It must have been shaking the camper as I slammed it up her tight little ass, and she loved it. I knew she would cum pretty fast, so I didn’t hold back. It only took a minute or so of her tight little anus squeezing my dick, until I was about ready to shoot. She knew it, and rubbing herself frantically, again she used her immense talent to cause herself to cum at the same time I did. I just held it there, up inside her, for a couple minutes until we both recovered our breath. With my dick still up her ass she said, “Thanks, Mr. Mike. That was very nice. I’m not cold anymore.” We both laughed.
We gathered ourselves together and Sierra put her clothes back on. In a few minutes we were on the road again, headed for Monarch Summit. She was quiet for quite a few minutes, then blurted out loudly and clearly, “I love it when you fuck me in the butt.”
She didn’t talk dirty very much. I played along with it. “Yeah? Well I love that feeling of your tight little 11-year old asshole gripping and squeezing my dick.”
She giggled, thought for a few seconds, then said, “Yeah? Well I like it when you pull it right out of my ass and stick it in my mouth, and shoot your load and make me eat your cum.” She giggled again.
I said, “Oh, yeah? Well I like to spread your butt cheeks and lick your dirty little butthole and try to shove my tongue as far up in it as possible.”
She said, “Ooooh! I like that part too.” She thought for a second and added, “I like it when you lick my pussy and finger-fuck both my holes at the same time, until I cum all over your face.” She busted out in a big laugh.
I said, “Me too. I like going to sleep next to you and waking up the next morning with my face feeling like a glazed donut.”
Sierra laughed her ass off. She couldn’t top that one. The dirty talk was over. It was fun. A few minutes later she said, “I almost came out of the woods when that motorcycle guy was there. I thought about it, but then I chickened out. It was kind of exciting when I knew that he saw me.”
“Some people like exhibitionism.”
“Yeah, I know. I never thought about it before, but it was exciting. I think that’s what made me want you to fuck me right after.”
I laughed. “Oh. Well that’s good to know. Any time I want you to give me some, I’ll just toss you out in the snow, naked.” She giggled.
We drove on for a while, not saying much. Sierra thought about sex a lot. I think that’s why she was so horny all the time. She loved it, and it was always on her mind. I helped keep it there by kissing her and touching her frequently. Sometimes just a quick little pinch of a nipple or a squeeze of a butt cheek, but enough to keep it on her mind. When an opportunity for sex came along, she was always ready. She was the horniest female I have ever known, and I was glad of it.
It was windy and pretty chilly up on Monarch Summit. We took a few pictures, but didn’t hang around too long. Then we started the long, downhill run to Gunnison. Sierra said it would be fun to ride our bikes down the mountain, but not up. At Gunnison we stopped for a while, had lunch, which Sierra paid for, and went to a few shops in town. I bought Sierra another t-shirt as well as one for myself (not matching). She was a pleasure to be with and we held hands as we walked the streets. It was not cold down at this elevation. People looked at Sierra when we were on the streets or in the shops. She was so beautiful that people looked at her. I assumed that people thought she was my daughter. I would be proud if she was. I wondered if I would be fucking her if she was my daughter. While we were in town, with a cell signal, Sierra spent a few minutes texting with her mom, to let her know she was OK and having fun. She texted Lisa and a couple other friends, too. She told them all that we didn’t always have cell service, so not to worry if she didn’t respond.
Sierra liked Gunnison. It was a nice little town. When we were back on the road I asked her if she would like to stay in a motel tonight and take a shower together. She agreed readily. I picked the town of Ridgeway to stop for the night, because I wanted to take her west on Highway 62 the next morning. Between Ridgeway and Placerville there are some awesome views of the San Juan Mountains to the south.
When we got to Ridgeway we did not have a reservation, and when the first two places we stopped were booked full, I was beginning to think we might end up in a campground after all, but we finally found a place that had a room for us. It wasn’t the best neighborhood, but the room was nice. We unloaded the minimum of stuff and left most of it in the camper. In the room, I asked Sierra if she wanted to take a shower before or after dinner. She said after, so we walked a couple blocks to a restaurant and ate an early dinner, then walked hand-in-hand, back to the room.
We sat around the room and relaxed for a few minutes, then Sierra said “I’m ready for that shower now.”
“Me too, Sweetheart.”
I took her by the hand and we walked to the bed where I started to unbutton her top. She stood still, smiling, and let me undress her. Her body was beautiful and I told her so. She undressed me, except for my boots, which I took off myself. We stood and held each other by the bed, skin on skin, for several minutes. Her little bare titties pressed against my skin. She was warm. It was nice to feel her body.
We walked to the bathroom, which was quite large, compared to the tiny one in our camper. Sierra got several towels ready for afterwards, while I adjusted the water temperature until it was just right. We stepped into the shower together. I took one of those small bars of motel soap in my hand and started washing her body. Saving her hair for last, I gently rubbed and washed every square inch of her beautiful, soft body, right down to her toes and fingertips. I paid extra attention to my favorite areas; her titties, between her legs, and her butt cheeks, including the crack between them and the hole. I soaped her up real good and pushed my finger into her asshole. She leaned slightly forward and enjoyed it.
I washed her much better than she needed to be washed. When I was finished, she took the soap and did the same thing to me, head to toe. She washed my dick very well, until it stuck out straight. Then she soaped up my ass and did the same thing I had done to her, sticking her soapy finger into my asshole. She had never done anything like that before and I let her do it.
We held our soapy bodies together for a minute, then rinsed off and I got the shampoo and washed her hair, and she washed mine. We were rinsing off for the last time, when the water turned cold. It was a long shower. We had barely made it before the hot water ran out.
I dried her off in between kisses and pinches of her nipples, which were getting bigger. She dried me and then I brushed her beautiful hair while she blew it with the blow dryer. She giggled when I took the blow dryer and blew it on her pussy. When we were dry enough I took her hand and led her to the bed. I sat down and she sat on my lap and kissed me. She smelled fresh and clean and when I rubbed my hand over her nipples they stood right out. We kissed for a while and I rubbed every part of her that I could reach. She moaned when I touched her pussy and when I put my finger inside her she whispered, “I want to get on top.”
I laid back with my hard dick sticking straight up and Sierra climbed on top of me. She leaned forward and kissed me, then reached between her legs and took my dick, guiding it to her juicy hole. When she got it centered, she sat down full depth and drove it up inside her. I pinched her nipples and held on to them while she bounced up and down on me. After a minute she blurted out, “I’m gonna make you squirt, Mr. Mike.” She certainly kept her promise. She would speed up and slow down intermittently, postponing it as long as possible to let it build, then she powered up and pounded me until I squirted up inside her. She sat down on me and stopped while I squirted deep inside her. She had no regard for her own orgasm. She just wanted to give me a good one, and she did. When it was over she rolled off me and laid on her back. I took her hand and we laid there together and rested. Soon she went to the bathroom and I listened as she peed in the toilet. When she came back and laid beside me I said, “Do you need another shower after that workout?”
She giggled and said, “No. I’m fine.”
We laid there quietly for quite a while, just holding hands and enjoying each other and the freedom of doing what we wanted, when we wanted. The TV was on but we paid no attention to it. After a while Sierra drifted off to sleep. I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, and while I peed and turned off the lights, I turned the TV down very gradually, in steps, so the abrupt change in volume wouldn’t wake her. I gently slipped back in bed with her and pulled the covers over us, feeling her warmth next to me. We both slept until morning, without interruption.
Day 5 – Sunday: Ridgeway to Durango
Early the next morning I repaid Sierra for what she did for me yesterday. She woke up with my face between her legs, licking her delicious little cunt. When I saw that she was awake I said “Good Morning, My Love.”
She stretched and said, “Mmmmm. What a nice way to wake up.” She didn’t say any more after that. She just laid back and enjoyed it, until right at the end, when she grabbed my head and pushed her pussy up into my face while she had her morning orgasm. Then I think she nodded off to sleep again. I left the bed to get dressed and start making coffee.
They had a small coffee maker in the room, but our Keurig made better coffee, so I went out to the camper and made two cups. When I brought them back in, Sierra was sitting at the table, wearing only a t-shirt and panties, with her growing little nipples poking at her shirt. She was glad to have the hot coffee. We drank coffee and talked about what we might do, both today and for the next few days. There are so many beautiful things in the American West that I wanted her to see, that we could not possibly do them all. She had never been to any of them, but she had done considerable reading and research before we left home, so she knew a little bit about it. In the middle of talking about mountains and canyons I said, “You’re titties are getting bigger, ain’t they?”
She giggled and said, “I don’t know. Are they?”
“Let me see ’em.” She pulled her shirt up and exposed them. They were beautiful. I reached out and touched one and said, “Yeah, I think they’re getting bigger.” She giggled and pulled her shirt down and we resumed our travel conversation.
Ridgeway could be seen as a pivot point in our travels. We could go south and ride the narrow gauge railroad between Durango and Silverton. We could go west on Hwy 62 for those beautiful views of the San Juan Mountains that I spoke of. Then, at Placerville, we could go southwest on 145 to Telluride, and then on to Mesa Verde and see the ruins of the Anasazi people. Or go northwest into the dry country and work our way into Utah. We decided to go have breakfast and think about it.
The motel had a so-called “free hot breakfast” so we went to the lobby to take advantage of it. It was free and it was hot, but it wasn’t the best breakfast we ever had. But, it was free, so we filled up.
There were not many people in the eating area. Among them was a young man and his wife, with their young daughter. The little girl looked to be a little younger than Sierra; maybe about 9 or so. She had on a VERY short skirt, as short as anything I had ever seen Sierra wear. She was a beautiful little girl with very long hair and very skinny legs, which I love. They sat at a table near us and the little girl was directly across from me, so I could look under the table and see right up her dress to her white panties. Little girls often make no attempt to keep their legs together. It was making my dick hard.
Sierra, who was very observant, leaned over and whispered, “You like that short skirt, don’t you?” She was smiling, so I knew it wasn’t bothering her.
I answered, “Yes, I do. I can see right up to her panties.”
She giggled and said, “Does this mean you don’t love ME anymore?”
I took her hand, looked her in the eye, and said, “No, Ma’am. It absolutely does NOT mean that. But just because you’re on a diet, doesn’t mean you can’t look at the menu.”
That made her laugh. She was not at all hurt or angry. She was having fun with it. She was looking up the girl’s dress too. Once when the little girl spread her legs particularly wide, Sierra whispered, “Wow! She’s really giving us a show.” I agreed. It was a little hard to concentrate on our vacation plans.
After breakfast, as we walked back up the hall to the room, Sierra looked around to see that nobody was looking, then she put her hand on my crotch and felt my hard on. She smiled and said, “Yep. I thought so.” As soon we got inside the room she started rubbing my crotch and whispered, “No use starting a fire if you’re gonna put it out.” I leaned down and kissed her and put my hands on her ass. She kept rubbing me and walked backwards as we made our way to the bed, where she peeled her top off, revealing her beautiful young titties. I laid her back on the bed and started kissing her nipples. After a couple minutes of enjoyment she whispered, “Get your clothes off.” Of course, I obeyed.
She slipped off her shorts and panties, sat on the bed and took my dick in her warm mouth. After a minute or so of getting it wet and slippery, she turned and kneeled on the floor, bent over the bed in the doggy position. She didn’t have to tell me what she wanted. I kneeled behind her and pressed the head of my dick against her little brown, wrinkled butthole and pushed gently. She reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart, giving me complete access to the hole, and I pushed the head in. It was very tight. I didn’t drive it in deep this time, but just moved the head in and out, pulling it all the way out on each stroke, then pushing it in again, so just the head of it went back and forth across her tight little sphincter, in and out. She whispered “Ooooh, That’s nice…” So I kept doing it. She had already cum once this morning, when I ate her out, and she made no attempt to touch herself now. She just enjoyed what I was doing. I loved the view, looking down at her beautiful, perfect ass, and watching the head of my dick repeatedly going in and out of her butthole. When I started to speed up she knew I was about to cum. She always seemed to know. Without warning she pushed me back and quickly spun around, then leaned in to take my dick in her mouth. Just in time! As soon as she got it deep into her mouth I unloaded, shooting multiple large squirts into her mouth. She gagged just a little bit, once, but swallowed frantically until it was all down, then brought her lips off, across the head and kissed it. She was wonderful!
“God, Sierra, that was excellent!”
“Oooh… I know…” she said. “I love that when you take it out of my butt and put it right in my mouth.”
I gave her a hug and said, “I love it too, Sweetheart. In fact, I love everything about you, you nasty little thing!” That made her giggle. We stood up and I held her in my arms for a minute or two before we got dressed.
While I gathered up our stuff and loaded up the camper, Sierra sat on the bed and texted her mom and some friends. She offered to help me, but I told her no, that she better get her texting done while we were in town and had a cell signal. She liked to text her mom at least every other day, just to let her know she was OK and having fun. Her mom understood that cell service was unreliable in the west, so she didn’t worry (much). She texted Lisa and her other friends whenever she got a chance or had something to say. She had warned them all about the intermittent cell service, so not to worry if a text conversation was interrupted. They understood, though none of them had ever been out west to such isolated places.
During our breakfast conversations, between looking up the little girl’s dress, Sierra seemed most interested in the the Durango-Silverton scenic railway. It came with my high recommendation. Before we left Ridgeway, I called them and made us a reservation for the following day. The lady told me it was a good thing I called, because, since school was out, they have been filling up on almost every run. I was not surprised.
We headed west on Highway 62, which was one of my high priorities for this trip. The views of the San Juan Mountains to the south are spectacular, and this early in the summer, the high mountains are still buried in snow. It was awesome, and we did not make good time, stopping frequently for pictures. Sierra was really enjoying her new camera and getting better and better with it. We were in no hurry. We just had to make it to Durango that day, which would not be difficult. We went southwest on Highway 145, with a brief side trip to Telluride, which lies in a dead end side canyon. It is a beautiful location. Up and over the San Juan’s, we went down the Dolores River for many miles. The Dolores is a beautiful little river. It flows southwest down out of the mountains, then turns abruptly northwest up into the dry canyon county until it reaches the Colorado River in Utah. That is also some awesome country, but not for today.
We stopped a fair amount in the mountains and enjoyed the cool summer weather. We both took many pictures, including quite a few of Sierra in various beautiful locations. I used my tripod to take some pictures of the two of us together. She was having the time of her life. She had never been on a big road trip like this and she had never seen anything so beautiful. We made our way to Cortez, CO and made a left to go to Durango. We drove right by Mesa Verde National Park, but did not go there. We can’t do everything in one trip. Sierra beamed a large smile when I said, “Maybe next year.”
We were lucky when we got to Durango. We got a nice spot in the first campground we went to. It was just outside of town in a nice little valley. We got the camper hooked up and never had to leave the campground. They had everything we needed, including food, beer and firewood. We bought some groceries, dumped the sewage from the camper, and filled our water tank. After our work was done we sat around the fire and had a great evening, with the stars bright and clear in the Rocky Mountain sky. I drank a few beers and Sierra had one, but didn’t want any more. It was a relaxing evening and we went to bed early. We talked in bed for a while and fell asleep. It was a great day. We did not have sex.
Day 6 – Monday: Riding The Train
Durango was founded in the early 1880’s by the Denver & Rio Grande Railroad, as a step on the way to the mining town of Silverton. They built the narrow gauge rail line that has since been revived as the scenic railway that we will ride, powered by an authentic steam-powered locomotive.
Sierra was awake before I was, and was outside stoking the fire when I came out. It was early morning and nobody was watching, so she gave me a big hug and a kiss by the fire. The morning was cool, but not cold. A typical beautiful mountain morning. We drank coffee by the fire. We needed to be at the train depot at 7:30 but it was only a short distance, so we were in no hurry. We dressed warmly, but with removable layers, grabbed some quick food on the way, and got to the depot in plenty of time. She was excited about the train ride.
The train and the locomotive were beautiful. They were perfectly maintained and spotlessly clean. Our reservation was for an enclosed car (with big windows), but there were open cars that we could go to if we wanted to. We started out in our assigned seats. I sat by the window and Sierra crowded close to me to take in the view. Eventually, that view became an excuse for her to sit on my lap facing the window. I had one hand around her waist and the other on her thigh. It did not appear sexual to onlookers. She still looked like my daughter. But to us, it was more than that. For us, any physical contact was sexual.
For a while the train roughly followed the road north out of Durango, but soon diverged into the canyon of the Animas River. There were no signs of civilization for many miles. We didn’t see a road again until we got to Silverton. It was wilderness and it was beautiful. We stopped once to take on water at an old water tower, but there was nothing else manmade. The mountains around us were still in snow, though the weather was warm and we eventually made our way to the open car. We saw several elk and some bighorn sheep on a mountainside. The train did not go fast. Probably not much over 20 or 25 mph. We went from an elevation of 6500 feet at Durango to 9300 at Silverton.
As the name implies, Silverton was an old silver mining town. It is at high elevation and has very severe winters. Only a few hundred people live there year round, but it is a big tourist attraction in the summer, mostly because of the train. We had just over an hour before we had to board the train for the return. We had lunch and I bought Sierra another t-shirt. I wanted her to have plenty to help her remember this trip, though I knew she would never forget it. I wouldn’t either. We walked the streets hand-in-hand until it was time to board the train for the return trip.
The return trip was equally awesome, though it looked completely different coming from the other direction. We could tell that the steam engine was not working as hard going down the grade, and there was not as much smoke and soot in the open car. The engineer did not allow it to go any faster, even though it could have. When we pulled in to Durango at about 3:45 it seemed like a full day, and even though we had done very little physical exertion, we were tired. Sierra had taken over 200 pictures and I took quite a few myself. At the depot I got some shots of her with the train and locomotive.
We had groceries in the camper, but neither of us felt like cooking, so I called a local pizza place and we picked up a big pizza on our way back to the campground. There are many advantages to a camper of this kind, but one of the disadvantages is that you have to unhook everything if you want to go anywhere, then hook it up again when you get back. But it’s worth the trouble to spend so much time outdoors instead of in motel rooms. I got us hooked up while Sierra built a fire, and we sat and enjoyed a delicious outdoor pizza by the fire. We talked about the day, and how fast it seemed to go by. It seemed like one of those experiences that would keep getting better as time goes by and memories accumulate.
At the campfire, we ate that entire large pizza and I drank several beers. Sierra drank two, which was a lot for her. We put it in a soda cup so the neighbors wouldn’t see my daughter drinking beer. We talked and laughed and had a great time reliving the day. There was very much love in our hearts.
When we doused the fire and went inside to go to bed it was not quite dark yet. Days are long this time of year. Inside the door I pulled her to me as I had wanted to all day. We held each other and kissed, then sat with her on my lap, and kissed some more, making up for a long day in public view. We soon got undressed and went to bed, but we did not sleep until after midnight. We held each other and kissed and relaxed, feeling each other’s warmth, and had sex in practically every conceivable way. After we drifted off to sleep, Sierra woke me at 3:00 am and we did it again, with her on top. We went back to sleep and finally came to our senses at about 7:30 the next morning.
Day 7 – Tuesday: Durango to Delta – A Short Day
This morning we woke up snuggled together in our warm bed, my arms around my little beauty. One of the first things I saw was her beautiful smile. She was naked, of course. When she smiled and asked what we were going to do today, I replied, “Why don’t we start with me eating your beautiful little juicy pussy?”
“Ooooh! That sounds like fun. You have my permission.”
“Thank you, Sweetheart.”
I threw the covers off and moved down enough to kiss her on her sweet little nipples. They seemed to be getting bigger these days. Yes, they were getting bigger. I was sure of it. Her nipples were getting puffier and standing out from the little swells from which they grew. They were beautiful. They were delicious. Kissing slowly down her belly, her bellybutton tasted just as good as I remembered when I put my tongue in it. Moving down further, I gave he just a tease with a couple of gentle nibbles at the top of her pussy crack, then proceeded slowly down her beautiful legs. Her lovely white skin was flawless. I kissed down as low as her knees, covering first one thigh, then the other. I made a couple of slow passes, nibbling and kissing up and down each thigh. Each time I got near the top she would spread her legs to invite me between them, and each time I gave her only a light teasing kiss or the tip of the tongue to her slit. She was very wet. She laid back comfortably with her eyes closed.
When I came to the top of her thighs on the fourth or fifth trip, I finally centered between her legs. She spread them wide for me, and let out a low moan when my lips touched her mound, and again louder when my tongue slipped down into her slit. That is where I stayed for quite some time, with my tongue up and down her juicy slit and in and out of her little hole. She responded most when I nibbled her clit and circled it repeatedly with my tongue. She moaned out loud when I took her swollen clit between my lips and sucked and nibbled it. Once started, I didn’t stop until she started to quiver and arched her back, pushing her pussy hard up into my face. Her ass cheeks were off the bed now and I put my hands on them, pulling her even harder into me, licking furiously at her little nubbin, until she cried out loud, her quivering orgasm ending, and she relaxed back onto the bed. One last kiss and I pulled away, allowing her to relax. I stayed quiet and let her drift off to sleep. Then I got up quietly and made my way to the coffee maker.
A while later Miss Sierra came to the table wearing only her panties and a smile. She leaned in and gave me a kiss, then went for the coffee maker. Coming back with a cup of her own and another for me, she sat beside me and smiled, saying nothing. We sipped coffee and smiled at each other for a while, then she gave me a hug and said, “Couldn’t we just stay here and fuck all day?”
Pinching her nipple, I said “We could. The scenery in here is just as good as it is out there.” She giggled. She was quiet for a few seconds, then giggled again, moved our coffee cups and took my hand, guiding me out from behind the table. I picked her up in my arms, with her feet off the floor, and kissed her deeply and she shoved her tongue into my mouth. When her feet touched the floor again she slipped her panties off and leaned over the table. I dropped my underwear to the floor, stepped up behind her, and eased my dick into her wet pussy.
We didn’t fuck all day. But we did it three more times. That one at the kitchen table, one in the bed with her on top, and then I fucked her in the ass as she bent over the table again. Her little 11 year old asshole was still tight and wonderful. It was also delicious when, as we were getting dressed, I lifted her and put her down on the table, pushed her legs back, and ate out her dirty asshole. That made her cum again. (Of course, she was helped by my two fingers in her cunt.) We finally managed to get our clothes on and get out of the campground at about 11:00. I had about half a hard on the rest of the day, thinking about her juicy cunt and her tight little asshole. Several times during the day she rubbed between my legs while I was driving.
We didn’t make it too far that day. We went back up over the San Juan Mountains, through Silverton, Ouray and Ridgeway, and ended up at a Days Inn Motel in Delta, Colorado. Not many miles, but lots of smiles. We decided to get a motel and take a nice shower. We washed each other’s bodies and then went out for a nice dinner.
Back at the motel, as soon as we were inside the door, Sierra began stripping off her clothes. She had been exceptionally horny all day. When she laid on the bed naked and I rolled her over to begin kissing all over her sweet ass, I saw that she had her butt plug in her butthole. She must have put it in after our shower, but I didn’t see her do it. I began to rotate it slowly and pulled it in and out repeatedly, passing the thickest part through her tight sphincter over and over, kissing her ass cheeks the whole time. I went faster and faster and she loved it. It wasn’t long until Sierra was talking dirty again. “Fuck me there, Mr. Mike. Fuck me in the ass.” I dragged her little body to the edge of the bed and got my pants down as fast as I could. Kneeling behind her, I stuck it in her ass and started pumping her hard and fast. She grunted and groaned on every stroke until she was about to cum, and I drove it all the way into her and held her by the hips, emptying my load into her. She collapsed onto the bed and said, “Oh, Mr. Mike, that was GOOD!” I had to agree. I gently rubbed her back and her ass cheeks with my hands, my dick still in her ass, for a couple more minutes before pulling it out. She turned around, sat up and kissed me.
We sat quietly for a few minutes. The TV was on, but we paid no attention to it. After a while we both used the bathroom, cleaned up a little, and got under the covers together. When I turned off the TV and the room got dark and quiet she whispered in my ear, “Thank you, Mr. Mike. That was a wonderful day. This is a wonderful vacation.” I kissed her on the forehead and we lay silent and ready for sleep. Before we drifted off she whispered, “I love that when you stick it up my butt.”
I whispered, “I love it too, Sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Mike.”
“Goodnight, Miss Sierra.”
“Mr. Mike…”
“Yes, my love…”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Sweetheart.”
Day 8 – Wednesday: Delta to Bluff, Utah
The next morning I woke Sierra up by licking her pussy. But it wasn’t like the day before. We didn’t spend half the day on sex. Sierra had an orgasm very quickly and we actually got on the road pretty early. The cheap motel didn’t have any free breakfast, but we got some donuts at a local bakery and had coffee and donuts on the road.
We headed north to Grand Junction and got on Interstate 70 westbound toward Utah. When we settled into the routine of the interstate Sierra asked me, “Mr. Mike, Have you ever been to a place called the Four Corners? I read about it. It’s where the states of Utah, Arizona, Colorado and New Mexico come together.”
“I’ve never been there, but I know about it. Why?”
“I was just wondering. Do you think we could go there?”
“I don’t know. I suppose we could if you want to. Our plans are pretty loose.”
“I think I’d like to, if you don’t mind. Would we go there next, or… or when?”
“Well, next time we stop I could get out the laptop and figure it out, but just guessing, I doubt if we could get there today. If we did it would be late in the day. But we can figure it out.”
“Thanks, Mr. Mike.” She got up and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then went back to make us some more coffee.
When she brought the coffee back a few minutes later she sat quietly for a few minutes as the road went by. The scenery was not spectacular here. After some minutes of silence she said, “Mr. Mike, can I tell you why I thought of the Four Corners today?”
“Sure, Sweetheart. You can tell me anything. You know that.”
“I know I can. Thanks, Mr. Mike.” She took a big drink of coffee and began her story. “Well, I was reading about the place yesterday and last night I had a dream about it. In my dream you and I were there. It was like we moved there. You know how weird dreams are. There was a big moving van and two men who wore uniforms and those little hats, like in the 1950’s. They unloaded our bed and put it right on the Four Corners Monument, right where the state lines cross.”
“Wow. That’s weird all right.”
She went on, “It gets better. They unloaded our bed, and a small night stand with a lamp on it. Then you signed a paper and gave them some money and they got in the truck and left. We were alone. As soon as they were gone we took all our clothes off and you tied me to the bed by my wrists and ankles, with my legs spread wide. The sun was shining and it was hot.”
“Ooooh, this is getting interesting, Sweetie. I can’t wait to hear what’s next.”
“Well, first you kissed my titties a little, then you got on top of me. I looked down and your dick was gigantic, ten times bigger than it really is. Like an elephant or something. I was scared, but when you stuck it in, it didn’t hurt like I thought it would. When you stuck it in me, suddenly there was a big crowd of people around us in a big circle. They weren’t there before. They all clapped and cheered and whistled when you stuck it in. Then when you started humping me they all started clapping their hands in time with each thrust. Every time you pushed it in they clapped in perfect time. When you went faster toward the end, they sped up too. Then, when we were just about to cum, they all started chanting, Cum…Cum…Cum…Cum… When you squirted inside me they all cheered and whistled. It was like they were at a concert or something.”
“Yep, that’s a weird ass dream all right.”
“It’s not quite over yet. They all kept clapping like they wanted an encore, and then they started chanting, Lick… Lick… Lick… Lick. My legs were tied apart and you got down between them and started licking me. And that’s when I woke up, this morning, and you were licking me. I mean… in real life, you were licking me.” She giggled and said, “Maybe that’s why I came so fast this morning.”
We both laughed and I said, “That was a hell of a dream. Sounds like fun though.” She laughed again.
She took another sip of coffee, was quiet for a minute, then she smiled and said, “Would you want to tie me up some time?”
I smiled back, “I don’t know. Would you want me to?”
“I might. It might be fun.”
We drove on for a while, thinking about the dream. I couldn’t help thinking about the lovely Sierra, tied to the bed, naked, with her legs spread. I told her I knew a shortcut to Moab, Utah by way of a small canyon of the Colorado River, and we could stop somewhere in the canyon and figure out our route toward the Four Corners. We got off the highway near the old abandoned town of Cisco and took Hwy 128 south into the canyon.
We stopped at a beautiful spot along the river and started up the laptop. We found out it was about a five hour drive to the Four Corners but there was no place to camp nearby. That was kind of an awkward distance, and since we were passing through beautiful Utah, we decided to go slow rather than fast, and stop in Bluff, Utah for the night, then head straight to the monument the next morning. It was about an hour away from Bluff by a scenic byway called Hwy 162. It would work out good. We would have plenty of time to stop and take pictures today, eat, and anything else we wanted to do.
Sierra hadn’t really put a lot of input into the trip planning, so it felt good to be going somewhere that was her idea. I was happy to accommodate her. We had an easy day on the road, with quite a few stops for various reasons. We had a good lunch in Blanding, UT and ended up in Bluff, as we planned.
Day 9 – Thursday: The Four Corners & The North Rim
We got up early this day, made coffee, and grabbed some food for the road. There was almost no civilization between Bluff and the Four Corners Monument. The monument was on Navajo Tribal Land and there would be vendors there, but we weren’t sure what they would have, so we got some food just in case. Besides, we would be there pretty early and the vendors might not be open yet. But I already knew that if they had any of that excellent Navajo fry bread I wanted some.
Highway 162 was beautiful and very isolated, as we suspected. There were a couple of small, poor settlements, but no places of business at all. When we crossed into Colorado and got to hwy 160 it wasn’t far to the monument. We left so early that when we got to the monument it was not yet 7:00. There was a big empty parking lot, but the gate was closed to vehicles until 8:00. Pedestrians could get in, so we parked and prepared to walk in. It was not very far. To our surprise, there were no tourists. We were the only ones there, except for one illegitimate camper in the parking lot, and they did not appear to be awake yet. We walked into the monument area under the remains of a beautiful fading sunrise. Inside, we saw where the vendors would be when they got there, but the area was vacant now.
When we were right where the state lines crossed, Sierra was looking all around. Then she giggled for no apparent reason. I said, “What’s so funny?”
She looked around and said, “There’s nobody here. The buildings block the view. You can’t even see this place from the parking lot.”
I said, “That’s the way they want it. They want you to come in and go past the vendors so you’ll buy something.”
She giggled again and said “You could tie me to the bed right there on the corners and nobody would see it.” We both had a good laugh.
We looked around and took some nice sunrise pictures of each other at the Four Corners marker. It was not hot yet and there was a nice breeze. On the walk back to the camper she kept looking back and looking all around. As soon as we were inside the camper Sierra said, “Let’s do it, Mr. Mike.”
“Let’s do what?”
“Remember my dream? Let’s do it. I want you to fuck me right on the Four Corners marker.”
“Are you crazy?”
“No. I mean it. It’ll work. I know a way.”
I laughed and said, “We don’t even have a bed to tie you to.”
She giggled, “I know. It won’t be just like the dream, but we can do it. Listen. It’s warm. You put on those blue shorts you have, the real loose ones. You can slip your dick out the leg and if anybody comes you can slip it right back in. I’ll put on a short skirt with no panties. We can walk out to the center, right on the lines, and we can do it standing up. Remember how we did it in the woods that time, up against a tree?”
“Yes, I remember that.”
“If anybody comes all you have to do is put me down and slip your dick back in your shorts. They’ll never know.”
“You sure are getting bold, for a shy little girl.”
She giggled. “Go ahead. Put your shorts on.” She started peeling her pants off and then her panties. I just shook my head and got my shorts. I put them on with no underwear and she put on her short skirt with no panties. She stretched up to kiss me and said, “Thanks, Mr. Mike. It’ll be fun.” I was just about to reach for the door handle when she said, “Wait. Let’s practice.”
She put her arms around my neck and I lifted her up, holding her with my hands on her bare ass cheeks under her skirt. She wrapped her legs around me and said, “Go ahead. Stick it in.” She reached down between her legs and guided it into her hole. It was very wet. When I pushed it up into her, she unwrapped her legs and dropped down, saying, “That was good. Try it one more time.” I lifted her up again and she locked her legs around me again, guiding my dick with her hand. It was faster this time. She dropped down again and said, “OK. One more time.” On the third try she guided it in quickly and easily. “OK. Now hump me a little.” I did as she said and pushed it in and out of her a couple times until she dropped down again. “OK. I think we got it.” Then she started giggling again.
As we stepped out the door and held hands on the way to the monument, I couldn’t help thinking what an amazing girl she was. She looked around, a little nervously, but half giggling all the way. We got out to the marker and still no one was around. She gave me a kiss and hopped up, and I caught her ass cheeks and held them, while she locked her legs around me. We were right on the cross hairs of the monument. She guided my dick into her and I started slowly pumping her, just like we practiced. It was for real this time. I pumped her slow and steady, squeezing her bare ass cheeks with my hands. She moved her hips in and out to meet my thrusts and I went harder and deeper into her, then faster. When I could sense that she was getting close, I started whispering a quiet chant in her ear, “Cum… Cum…. Cum…. ” That seemed to put her over the edge. She muffled a giggle and quivered and vibrated, grunting in my ear on each deep stroke. Just as she came herself, I squirted my load deep up inside her juicy cunt, then held her there for another minute. When she dropped down and pulled her skirt down I started clapping my hands quietly. She smiled and giggled.
We walked quietly back to the camper and Sierra whispered, “Mr. Mike, That was FUN! That was exciting.”
“Yes, it was, Sweetheart. You were wonderful. If you have any more dreams like that, please let me know.” She giggled again. I pulled her close to me and said, “You sexy little thing. Best daughter a man could want.” She smiled all the way back to the camper. The people in the other camper were apparently still snoozing. Nobody saw a thing. When we got inside the door and closed it, I pulled up her skirt and said, “While you got those panties off…..” I turned her and leaned her over the table, spread her cheeks and guided my dick to her butthole.
When it touched her hole she said, “Ooooh! Good idea.” It was still wet from her pussy juices and I slipped it right into her butthole. She just moaned “Mmmmm,” as I started humping her. I held her by the titties and pumped it in and out of her ass until I was about to come and she knew it. As she had done many times, she pushed me away, spun around, and took it between her lips just in time for me to blow my load in her mouth. She swallowed every bit of it. She was a nasty little girl and I loved her. She smiled up at me and said, “How does it feel to cum in your little daughter’s mouth?”
“It feels wonderful, Sweetheart. How does my little daughter like it?”
“She LOVES it, Daddy.” She giggled again.
We held hands mostly in silence for the next few miles down the road. We headed across northern Arizona toward the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. As soon as we got to a town where we had a cell signal I stopped and got online to see if, by some miracle, I could get us a last-minute reservation at the Grand Canyon Lodge. We could stay in the camper if we had to, but the lodge was a magnificent old building and I wanted Sierra to experience it if possible. The website showed no vacancy, so I decided to call them just in case they had a cancellation. The lady told me the only room available was a room with only one bed. I told her I was traveling with my young daughter, but we could sleep in the same bed if we absolutely had to. I booked the room for two nights.
A few minutes later on the ride through the dry country on north Arizona, I said to her, “I wasn’t lying, you know.”
“Lying about what.”
“I really love cumming in your mouth.”
She giggled and said, “I wasn’t lying either.”
Sierra loved the Grand Canyon Lodge and the rustic village around it. It was worth the cost just to see her face when we walked in the building. She had never seen anything like it. After we checked in I told her, “If you like this, wait ’till you see the canyon.”
“How far is the canyon? We’ll see it tomorrow, right?”
“We can go see it right now. It’s just down the walkway about a hundred yards.”
“Really? Well, let’s go then.”
We walked hand-in-hand down to the rim of the canyon and Sierra got her first look at one of the great wonders of the world. She was suitably impressed. We sat on a bench near the rim for a long time, just admiring its awesome power and beauty. We took the short hike back up to the camper and I iced up a small cooler of beer and we went back to the rim. I know it wasn’t proper to give my little daughter beer, but I did it anyway, and she was willing. We watched the sunset over the canyon and then walked slowly back to lodge with the cool evening breeze blowing through her lovely blonde hair. She seemed in another world, still in awe of the magnificent Grand Canyon.
Back in the room she said, “Mr. Mike, thank you so much for bringing me on this trip. The things we’re seeing are so awesome. I just love it! Thank you so much.”
“It is absolutely my pleasure, Sweetheart. I love being with you, at the Grand Canyon or anyplace else on this Earth.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Mike. I love you so much.”
I pulled her close to me and said, “I love you too, Sweetheart. More than you will ever know.”
It was a quiet evening in our room. We went to bed early, in our small single bed, huddled together. We had no sex that evening. Just a great deal of love. We slept well.
Day 10 – Friday: A Day At The North Rim
I was beginning to wonder if it was worthwhile to bring the bicycles on this trip, since we’d only used them once, but we did ride them quite a bit on this full day at the North Rim village and we had a good time. We rode all around the village and to several of the close viewpoints. Then we took the camper for the more distant viewpoints.
When we stopped at the gift shop on our bikes I bought Sierra another T-shirt. She loved it, and put it on in the parking lot. With the freedom of this road trip, she was getting bolder and more comfortable with her sexuality. She peeled her top off in the parking lot and put the new T-shirt on. There were people around, though none were very close. If anyone looked in our direction, they must certainly have seen her lovely bare breasts, which were available to the general public for 30 seconds or so. It didn’t seem to bother her at all. She did not seem nervous, but was talking and smiling the whole time. I enjoyed the unexpected look at her titties.
In my opinion, the North Rim of the Grand Canyon is better than the south rim. The south rim is also amazingly beautiful, but the North Rim is much less crowded, because it’s much more isolated and harder to get to. It is also about a thousand feet higher in elevation than the south rim, so you are looking down on the south rim and the plateau beyond. It is awesome in it’s size and scale. For anyone who has not seen the Grand Canyon, I recommend that you go there immediately!
When we finished riding our bikes to the close places, we made some sandwiches and took the camper to the more distant overlooks, one of which was the highest point from which to view the canyon. There was a nice bench there on the rim, under two beautiful large pine trees, and we sat and ate our lunch.
When we got back that evening, we had dinner at the lodge and sat by the canyon again for an hour or so, admiring the view. Sierra did some texting with her mom and a couple of friends. She said her mom was really missing her and would be glad when we got home. At one point, her mom asked her how was the sex on the road trip? Sierra dodged the question and changed the subject to talk about how awesome the canyon was.
That second night in our small room at the Grand Canyon Lodge I tied Sierra to the bed. Our camper bed didn’t have anyplace to tie ropes, but the old vintage bed in the lodge did. I put her face down and put two pillows under her belly to make her beautiful ass poke up in the air a little. I tied both wrists and both ankles to the corners of the bed and stretched her out in the shape of the letter X. She was tied tight enough that she couldn’t move much, but not so tight as to be painful. Her legs were spread wide and both her holes were clearly visible with her ass in the air like that. I blindfolded her with one of my bandanas and she was giggling until I put another bandana in her mouth to gag her. I would have preferred a ball gag, but we didn’t have one. Of course, she was completely naked. I could see just the hint of tan lines where her sexy white ass was a shade lighter than her legs. I took several pictures of her. She was beautiful with her ass poking up, her little wrinkled brown hole clearly visible against her white ass, and wearing only my two red bandanas, tied around her blonde hair.
We didn’t have any baby oil or any other type of lubricant, but after she was tied securely, I left her there, alone, and went out to the camper to get a few useful things, including some vegetable oil. It was the best I could do. Back in the room, I decided to have a cold beer and let her wait…. and think for a while. I sat staring at her naked body while I drank it, then had another one. She laid there, tied, silent and vulnerable, for over 30 minutes.
She flinched slightly at my first touch. I think she might have been asleep, but I couldn’t be sure. I had dribbled a little oil on her butt plug and I twisted and pushed it up into her butthole. She squirmed a little, but couldn’t move much. With a little more oil I lubricated the large, round handle of her hair brush, which I then pushed up into her pussy hole. I got a couple nice pictures of her with the butt plug in her ass and the hair brush sticking out of her cunt. Then I began to move the butt plug in and out of her asshole, just putting the thick part repeatedly past her tight little sphincter, slowly at first, then faster. She began to quietly moan when I simultaneously began to move the hair brush in and out. After a minute or two I decided to have another beer. I left her there with both her holes full, and sat looking at her while I drank another beer. I took my time. When the beer was finished I took off my own clothes.
I didn’t want the bristles of the hair brush to rub on my balls while I fucked her in the ass, so I took it out and pushed the butt plug into her pussy instead. I got on the bed behind her. Her little preteen asshole was still oily when I pushed my dick into it. She let out a groan when I shoved it all the way in. My dick had been in her ass many times, but it never felt better than now. Her little brown hole looked so tiny, but stretched so big with the full girth of my dick inside it. It squeezed me tightly. The squeaky old bed was rocking while I pounded her asshole relentlessly, with long, full strokes, until I shot my load of cum into her. It felt like I was raping her, even though she obviously enjoyed it. She likes being fucked in the ass. When I pulled out, I pushed the handle of the hair brush into her open hole and went to have another beer.
I wasn’t sure how many times I could cum that close together, but I fucked her hard in the ass three more times, and had a beer in between each one, leaving the hair brush in her asshole whenever I wasn’t using it. After the four buttfucks, I put the butt plug in her ass and then fucked her in the pussy. It was very wet and warm. When I finished, I used my hand to rub her slit and clit until she had a strong, quivering orgasm. Then I suck the hair brush back in her cunt and had another beer.
I couldn’t get to her mouth, the way she was tied face down, but when I finally untied her, over three hours after I had originally tied her up, she came over and kneeled in front of me, with the hair brush and butt plug still filling her holes. She took my dick in her warm mouth and worked on it until I shot one last load into her mouth. It was a small load. I was pretty well used up by then.
After she swallowed my cum, she removed the hair brush, but left the butt plug in her ass and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her. I went to the bathroom, then crawled in bed with her and we went to sleep. She never said a word the whole time. The next morning over coffee, she kissed me and said “I had fun last night.” We said no more about it then, but neither of us would ever forget that night in the Grand Canyon Lodge.
Day 11 – Saturday: Grand Canyon to The Petrified Forest
The next morning when we got up we were not sure where we were going. Last night was a bit of a distraction and we didn’t talk much about the trip. We didn’t actually have a plan for today. This was our 11th day on the road. I could sense from her texting session last night on the canyon rim, that she and her mom were missing each other, but she said nothing about it. Despite her avoidance of the sex question, they really did love and miss each other. Carol was kind of a lonely woman anyway, with no man in her life. Sierra was everything to her.
No matter where we went next we would have to drive north to the junction at Jacob Lake, which was about 56 miles. It was the only paved road out from the North Rim. So we decided to get some donuts, make coffee, and talk about it on the way. We could stop and get some real food at Jacob Lake. Jacob Lake is a small settlement with some tourist services. There is no lake there as far as I know.
There are many beautiful places I would love for Sierra to see on this first road trip of her life, but I knew we would never get to them all. On the way to Jacob Lake I told her of my number one remaining thing, which was the huge sequoia trees in California. They are one of the most awesome things on this planet. But sensing her homesickness, I didn’t want to push her. I wanted her to decide. I told her if we started toward home now, but didn’t hurry and stopped at a few places, we could probably be home in three days. If we went to the sequoias it would probably be at least six days before we got home, probably seven. I didn’t say much more about it. I just let her think on it.
When we were eating breakfast at Jacob Lake she told me that, if it was OK with me, she wouldn’t mind heading toward home. She agreed that we should not hurry and should stop at interesting places if we saw them, but she wouldn’t mind starting in that direction. I agreed. I could see how for someone’s first road trip, two weeks is a long time to live out of a suitcase. I told her that was fine with me, as long as she would promise to go with me to California next year and see the big trees.
She bolted out of her chair, came around the table and hugged me, whispering in my ear, “I’d love to, Mr. Mike. I love you so much.”
I whispered, “I love you too, Sweetheart.” She smiled for the rest of our breakfast.
I shouldn’t really say that I was disappointed about not going to see the big trees. I would like for Sierra to have seen them, and I would like to see them again myself, to say goodbye before the wildfires take them all. But it was hard to be disappointed in the presence of the sweetest little girl in the world. I could see her point. She was so mature in so many ways that sometimes it was hard to remember that she was still a little girl. A very sweet little girl. But sometimes I guess little girls live in a smaller world than we older people do. Sierra loved the vacation, but she was missing her world. I could see the light in her eyes when we agreed to head for home. So we did.
We went east from Jacob Lake and crossed the Colorado Rover at Marble Canyon, then south on 89 to Flagstaff. We headed east on I-40. We had already agreed that we would not hurry home and would stop at interesting places, so we spent the afternoon at the Petrified Forest National Park. Sierra was amazed at the quantity of petrified wood in the park. There were hundreds, or maybe thousands of large chunks all over the place. She was fascinated. Outside the park there were lots of small businesses that lined their parking lots with large chunks of it in the early days, but taking it from the park has long since been prohibited. We had a nice afternoon in the park and then got a campsite outside of Holbrook.
We had a nice evening around the campfire. We talked and laughed a lot and went to bed early. We snuggled up in bed and did not make love. It was nice to just hold each other. Sometimes it seemed like all we did was fuck, but it was very comfortable to just hold each other and feel the love that we had for each other.
Day 12 – Sunday: Holbrook to Tucumcari
We woke up early on Sunday, figuring on a long day on the interstate and putting a lot of miles behind us. I was inspired by Sierra’s desire to get home to her mom and friends and her life. We didn’t stop much, even though there was some nice scenery. We stopped for necessities and for some pictures here and there, but we made 400 miles that day. I would normally go more than that on an all-interstate day, but it was not bad considering the vehicle we were driving. I don’t drive the camper as fast as I would a car or motorcycle, even on the interstate. The states are big out west. We ended up in Tucumcari, New Mexico in a cheap motel. We didn’t feel like searching and took the first place we stopped. It seemed like a long day, one of the most business-like that we’ve had on this trip, but Sierra was happy and smiling all day.
After dinner and a few beers, when we got in bed that night, Sierra started to apologize for making me come home instead of going to California. I stopped her abruptly.
“You don’t need to apologize, Sweetie. We made the decision together. I am happy that you were honest enough to tell me your feelings. And I love you more than ever.”
Sierra started to cry. “Thank you so much, Mr. Mike. You’re so good to me. I just don’t ever want to do anything to make you unhappy.”
“Well, you haven’t yet, Sweetheart.”
She gave me a hug and snuggled close to me and I held her in my arms, enjoying her warmth. Her skin was smooth and soft, and she was beautiful in the evening light. I kissed her on the lips, but made no effort to make love with her.
After a minute she said, “Mr. Mike, are you mad at me?”
“Mad at you? What do you mean? Of course I’m not mad at you. Why would I be mad?”
“You don’t seem to want to have sex anymore.”
I couldn’t help but laugh gently. I pulled her close to me. “Sweetheart, I love you more than anything in this world. We don’t have to have sex every night to prove it. Just feeling your warm body close to me is more than enough. If you want to have sex, we can, but I’ll love you either way.”
She snuggled up close and kissed me. “I love you too, Mr. Mike. I’ve loved you since that first glass of lemonade.”
I kissed her on the forehead and we went to sleep.
Day 13 – Monday: Tucumcari to Tulsa
The next morning I woke up with Sierra stroking my dick with her hand. It was a nice way to wake up. As soon as she got it fully hard she swung her leg over and got on top of me, guiding it into her warm, wet pussy. I reached up and held her by the titties while she went up and down on me at a high rate of speed until I squirted up inside her. When I did, she smiled and leaned down to kiss me. Then she got off and said, “I’ll make some coffee.”
I laid there smiling for a few minutes, then went to the bathroom. When I got to the kitchen area she was sitting, naked, with two cups of coffee for us, and some leftover microwave donuts from a couple days ago. They were surprisingly good warmed over. We sat naked, talked and smiled, and had our coffee and donuts. She was always in a good mood, and beautiful even first thing in the morning. When we finished our coffee she giggled and said “I better get dressed,” and got up and headed for the bedroom.
I slugged down the last of my coffee and followed her into the bedroom area. It was perfect timing. The first thing I saw was her beautiful young ass, as she bent over to pick up some clothing from the floor. I quickly slipped up behind her and reached around to grab her titties. She stayed bent over and just froze in her tracks, enjoying the touch. I massaged her little breasts slowly and gently, and rubbed up against her butt with my half-hard dick. She gave her butt a slow wiggle in response. After a few moments she reached between her legs, took my dick in hand, and guided it to her pussy, which always seemed to be wet. When it found her hole she wiggled her butt and backed into it, easing it into her. She moaned and said softly, “Get it wet, Mr. Mike.”
I knew what that meant. When she said get it wet, that meant she wanted it in her butt. I was happy to comply. After a few strokes in and out of her juicy pussy, I slipped out and positioned the head at her tight little butthole. She wiggled a little. I pushed forward and she pushed back, and in it went. She stayed bent over and I took her by the hips and started pushing it slowly in and out with long, deep strokes. I would bring the head all the way out until just the tip of it was touching her hole, then slowly push it back in, all the way. Her tight little hole had to open and close on each stroke. She liked it very much, and told me so. “Oh, Mr. Mike, that feels soooo good!” I had to agree. I loved fucking her in her tight little 11-year-old ass.
I never went fast, but kept up the long slow strokes. If I stopped, she would continue by moving back and forward to accomplish the same thing. I wanted to make her cum and it didn’t take too long before she frantically reached between her legs and started rubbing her slit. Almost immediately she started to quiver and grunt and I knew she was cumming. That excited me even more and with a few more quick strokes, I came too, deep in her ass, holding her back against me while I squirted.
When it was over we both just held our positions for a minute or so, my dick still buried up her ass. Then she slowly pulled forward and it slipped out of her. She stood up, turned around and gave me a big hug and a kiss. “Thank you so much, Mr. Mike. That was wonderful.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Sweetheart.”
She giggled. “No it wasn’t. Not all of it.” She leaned down and planted a kiss on the head of my dick, then proceeded to get her clothes on. I interrupted her one more time to kiss her deeply and hold her naked body next to mine. We both got dressed.
We had a good run on the interstate that day. We didn’t stop much. We were out on the high plains now and the scenery was not spectacular. We just wanted to put some miles behind us, hopefully enough that we could make it home the next day. We did that. We got through two of the three big cities we had to contend with. We made it through Amarillo and the biggest of all, Oklahoma City. We stopped in a campground just before Tulsa, but it would be easy enough to make it home tomorrow. We had dinner and a good night’s sleep.
Day 14 – Tuesday: Tulsa to Home
We got up early on this, the last day of our trip. We were sitting at the table, naked, with the curtains closed of course, and enjoying our morning coffee. Sierra was as beautiful as ever. I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth and pinched one of her bare nipples. When I say I pinched her nipple I don’t mean in a painful way. I never pinched them hard. I wouldn’t want to cause my little sweetheart any real pain. I just squeezed them gently and rolled her little nipples between my fingers. They stuck out more as I massaged them. One thing led to another and the next thing you know I was kissing her deeply and squeezing and rubbing both her little titties. She squirmed in her seat.
I have never in my life known any female of any age that was as hot and horny as Miss Sierra. At the slightest little sexual touch of any kind, she was ready to go, anytime. When I put my hand between her legs, of course she was dripping wet. She slipped her hand over and grabbed my hard-on, whispering, “Don’t let this go to waste.”
She got up first and I followed. I thought she would head for the bed, but instead she smiled and bent over the table. I rubbed her beautiful ass and between her legs and she spread them for me. I rubbed her gently between her legs and said, “I just can’t decide which one of your beautiful little holes I like best.”
Sierra giggled and said, “You don’t have to decide. Why not do both? Go back and forth.”
“That sounds like a good idea, Sweetheart.”
I stepped up behind her and slipped my dick into her juicy wet pussy. I made a couple strokes to get it good and wet, then pulled it out and positioned it at the entrance of her little brown butthole. She spread her cheeks for me and when I pushed, she wiggled, and it slipped in. I pushed it all the way in. It was very tight. Then I began to slowly pull it out and put it in her pussy, all the way deep, then out and back in her ass. After a few strokes I picked up the rhythm and began to push slowly in and out of both her holes, alternating from one to the other on each stroke. I couldn’t go very fast or I would miss the target, but slow was good enough. It felt good in both holes, but especially good in her ass because the wetness was being constantly renewed by her pussy juices. She liked it too. She whispered “Ooooh. That’s nice!” I kept it up for a while, holding her by the hips and pushing it deep on every stroke. She squirmed with me and pushed back at just the right times. We were perfectly synchronized. When I got closer to cumming and sped up the pace, she stayed right with me. When I was almost ready to cum she blurted out, “Cum in my mouth! Squirt it in my mouth, Mr. Mike.” When I puled it out she quickly spun around and took the head in her mouth, continuing stroke for stroke, hardly missing a beat. She didn’t take it deep, but ran the head of it back and forth across her full, wet lips until I started to squirt. Then she took it deeper and stopped moving, swallowing frantically. It was a large load and she could barely keep up, but she did. She swallowed every bit of it. When I was finished she pulled away with a kiss to the head and smiled. “Wow! That was excellent, Mr. Mike.”
She stood up and I pulled her close to me, hugging her naked little body. She was warm and wonderful. After holding her I put her at arms length and said “But you didn’t cum, did you?”
“No, but that’s OK. It was still wonderful.”
I said, “Well, we can’t have that.” She giggled when I picked her up and put her on the table facing me. She knew what was coming. She leaned back on her hands and spread her legs for me. I dove in between her legs and started licking and kissing her slit and taking her swollen clit between my lips. She moaned when I sucked it in. I stayed on her clit, kissing, licking and nibbling, and shoved my finger in and out of her ass. It didn’t take long. She started moaning when my finger went up her ass and she exploded withing 30 seconds. When she was finally done with her long orgasm, I gave her pussy one last kiss and pulled my finger out.
When her breathing was caught up she said, “That was great. Thank you, Mr. Mike.”
“You’re welcome, my love.” Sierra loved the alternating hole method and named it “The Double-Fuck”
We had no trouble getting home that day. It was interstate all the way. Sierra texted her mom when we were almost home and when we pulled in the driveway Carol was outside waiting. We were barely stopped when Sierra bailed out and ran to her mom and they embraced. They really did love each other. After a minute, Carol motioned for me to come and we went in to the kitchen table and sat down to talk. Sierra and Carol were both very happy that she was home.
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