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A Wild Time with My Daughter! Ch. 01

By: Chris7sw



I've always loved wildlife - I was brought up in rural England with a large garden surrounding our house and with plenty of freedom to simply go out and enjoy myself.

And so I had a little den in the nearby woods where I'd go to just sit and enjoy watching squirrels and rabbits among the trees, not to mention all the birds and insects - it was so peaceful, relaxing and enjoyable.

Later on in life as I grew into my teens I'd camp out at night all alone, my Dad having bought me a special red-light torch so I could watch without disturbing them, foxes, badgers and deer as they foraged - it was completely absorbing and wonderful. Before long such compelling pleasures and studies became the basis of my work as I graduated from University and entered the business world, soon finding a position as a research scientist in the field of Wildlife Conservation.

Therefore, having married, when we had our daughter, I fully intended to introduce her to all the wonders of nature as soon as I could, starting with simply the fascinating denizens of our garden; then of the park, the municipal zoo and eventually the wilder residents of our woodlands.

All along however I seemed to be thwarted by my wife who obviously had an inbuilt fear of anything wild. She seemed to do her best to impart her fear into my daughter, who, pretty obviously as it turned out, took not a blind bit of notice of her!

Now I'm not saying that my wife's attitude had anything to do with our divorce, possibly she just decided that married life wasn't for her, but one day she just announced that she was leaving us. That should sound as if it was a kick in the teeth but it wasn't: quite honestly we'd been at loggerheads for so long; not seeing eye to eye and forever bickering with each other. So in a way, her decision was simply the closing of the book on our marriage - no more than that. She didn't even want her daughter to contact her; she obviously was intending to disappear into her strange fear-ridden world and truthfully I wasn't about to stop her going; I didn't even hesitate when signing the divorce papers when they duly arrived.

My daughter Carol had not long ago turned 18 and as she had always been far closer to me than to her mother, she took it all in her stride; she almost seemed relieved. Perhaps she was...

Certainly I didn't miss the bickering and now I could devote even more time to my daughter and my research work.

I'd better describe Carol for those of you who appreciate a bit of youthful female beauty. She was, as I said, just 18 coming up 19 and she always seemed to look a bit tomboyish - shorts and a t-shirt were much preferred to a dress, it seemed. She was tall for her age at around five foot eight but was still some five inches shorter than me. She kept her dark auburn hair cut short, which actually enhanced her pretty neck and showed off her facial features better. She had dainty ears, 'strong' arching eyebrows, deep brown eyes - come-to-bed eyes as they used to say - a slender nose and sweet cupid lips.

Quite honestly I didn't, in those days, know what size she was but I'd guess at perhaps 34B up top; possibly a bit more and probably about size 10 down below; all I knew was that she appeared to have a lovely figure with long legs and wonderfully perky tits that, placed on an approachable female, would have been in my hands in a very short time!

But as they were her father's daughter's tits they remained unsullied and safe - I guess I just loved her too much to even consider breaking our trusted bond.

Me, by the way - I'm Chris; the other half of this story. I'm in my late 30s. I have a small goatee beard and somewhat unkempt hair; dark brown but lightly peppered with grey already. I'm fairly lean but strong and fit; not gym-fit but fit from plenty of good outdoor living and healthy food and that's me in a nutshell...

My work in environmental studies demanded a good number of wildlife investigative trips to wild and sometimes remote places in and around Britain; a pleasurable interlude, in my opinion, from working in the 'depot' as we called the Society's offices.

Anyway, Carol's college studies ended just around the time that my wife made her announcement that June, leaving me to ponder on how to deal with matters.

At 18 and with no job as yet, Carol would be fine if left at home; she was well "domesticated" but it wouldn't be fair on her really to be left alone for perhaps a week or so, so I approached my employers and asked if I could take her with me on my trips. 

No problem, they said - just so long as she didn't disrupt my work and that I paid her expenses. Mentally I added, "So long as she helps out too." 

If only I'd have known how prophetical those words were!

I told Carol of the situation and after a brief bit of alarm; she suddenly woke up to the idea of exploring interesting places and quickly agreed; her love of the wild country was strong enough to even overcome the thought of camping with her Dad!

It took a bit of organising though - we needed another tent; another sleeping bag; suitable clothes for Carol, etc, etc - the list seemed to go on and on but we got there eventually!

And in case you're getting the idea that I spent all my time out and about, that wasn't true - there was more than enough work to be done back at the Society's head office and it was almost a month before my next 'outing' could be arranged - it would be in mid-July.

This next trip wasn't going to be anything really special - it was more of an examination of the decline or progress of local wild life; concentrating my studies in one relatively small area, so we were able to pack all our needs into two lumpy rucksacks and set off for what was, to all intents and purposes, a week-long camping outing. Thank heavens we hadn't needed to bring piles of warm clothes as well...but I had an assortment of notepads, bottles, nets, not to mention all my cameras and my computer and so on, which all added to our load.

I'd been to the site several times before so I knew the lie of the land and where to go and on this visit I was merely planning to update a data stream to chart the ongoing progress of local wildlife.

We drove to a privately owned area which I now had approval for access and parked inside an old barn - the ten thousand acre, or about four thousand hectare estate we were now on pretty well having been handed over to nature and to the Society many, many years ago - the old Manor House and most of its outhouses now being just ruins. 

It was quite a warm day when we finally arrived at our destination and I was glad for us that we were both wearing shorts so having unpacked the car we hoisted our rucksacks and after an hour or so of hot hiking we reached my favourite site and set up camp. 

Dense forest growth sheltered us from the north; there was a stream tinkling along merely twenty yards away and a huge tree had crashed down some years ago, affording a sheltered campsite where a patch of daylight penetrated to the grassy glade where we were.

The fallen tree would attract many small creatures; the water would attract many more and even the grass would be of interest to grazers - there should be plenty of wildlife and action, or at least there had been plenty here on previous visits; it should be ideal for a newcomer like Carol.

Carol immediately took over; her first action was to help me set up the two tents; her second was to move both our blown-up mattresses and our sleeping bags into one tent; the next was to shift all my collecting gear and other such stuff into the other tent.

I did my best to stop her doing that but she was adamant.

"Dad," she said as she busied herself, "I don't mind the idea of you sleeping right beside me. I'd rather put up with you snoring than with the smell of dead things, thanks."

She carried what looked like a few miles of wiring into the 'study tent' as she now called it and dumped the pile.

"And doing it this way also means that if you've got to shut yourself away to do some paperwork or research, then at least I'll have some uninterrupted peace, won't I? Then I won't find myself rolling over onto something hard and lumpy in the night!"

"Yeah, I guess that's good thinking," I said although I did briefly have some vague concerns about sleeping so close to my daughter, especially as her comment about 'something hard...in the night' brought tremors to my groin, but those thoughts were soon obliterated as Carol helped me dig out our cooking and washing gear and set up our 'kitchen'.

And at this point I really began to appreciate Carol's thoughts because I had loads of portable recording equipment and much more and for once I seemed to have a decent amount of room to spread my equipment out. In the past I'd had one tent and had pretty well surrounded my bed with my equipment but this new arrangement was much more civilised!

Well before it was evening we were all sorted - the place looked almost professionally planned; tidy and discrete; we blended into the surrounds already...

Our first evening meal was just some reconstituted dried stuff they called stew; some fresh bread; a couple of 'trail bars' each - energy-packed muesli in chocolate it seemed, all topped off with tea made with water from our crystal-clear stream; it tasted wonderful. We were living free from the trappings of society!

There was still time for me to set up some night-vision trail cameras and a couple of microphones; all wirelessly connected back to my recording laptop. I thanked Carol for her foresight - I'd be able to edit my recordings in comparative comfort without disturbing her sleep...

Bedtime arrived eventually and there was no sense in depleting our power supply just to stay awake at night and as it would be light around five in the morning, it made sense to sleep early.

"You go first," I said and Carol turned to look at me.

"Stop being such a prude Dad; no-one need 'go first'; we're family," she said, "And I'm getting undressed out here!"

And with that she began disrobing, not that there was a lot to take off and soon she was standing there in just her bra and tiny knickers.

I shook my head at her wanton display as I watched her stripping, being even more astounded when she stretched up and then bent down to touch her toes. The first action lifted her breasts heavenward - her nipples on those perky well-formed breasts, even encased as they were in the flimsy material, were silhouetted against the sky while the second action pointed her pert sleek bottom at me - the cleft between her cheeks clearly demarked and even the basic shape of her pursed pussy lips being visible.

My mouth fell open at about the same time as my penis lurched upwards and I quickly planted my hand on my rapidly growing bulge.

"Just going to freshen up and rinse my hair," said Carol as she bounced off to the clear clean babbling brook and a few moments later I saw and heard the splash of water spraying around her as she anointed herself.

I just had time to adjust my partially inflated penis before she returned but when she did so she was well soaked, runnels of water coursing down from her face and hair and streaming across her bra.

"Didn't take a bloody towel," she said, diving into the tent; reappearing a few moments later with a green towel wrapped over her face and hair.

She stood there drying off but seemingly totally ignorant of the fact that much of her bra had become as good as transparent and that the cool water had woken her nipples up!

My eager penis jumped again; stretching out across my thigh; I rested my arm on him as I sat cross-legged on the groundsheet absorbing the erotic sight just some six feet in front of me. I managed to remove my eyes from her tits but instead they fell to her groin and I almost moaned out loud. 

Because now I had a full-frontal view of her pussy instead; the detail scarcely hidden by her gauze-like knickers.

It was clear that she was completely shaven and the pouting of her lips on either side of her little cleft was so visible that I could almost imagine I could see moisture between her lips. I wanted to avert my eyes but they just wouldn't obey me!

Carol seemed to come out of her trance and she let the towel drop to more or less cover her charms, not that she did it from alarm, more like just a natural movement.

It was then that she seemed to realise that her bra was wet and with a small curse, she reached behind herself and a moment later she flung the offending garment into the tent. She stood there, side on to me now, the outline of her perky bust and now firm nipples perfectly outlined against the dark backdrop of the forest.

I sucked in a deep breath and let it all out again.

This was going to be one hell of a study trip - I began to wonder exactly what I'd be spending my time studying!

Carol could obviously see my reddened cheeks but she had no scruples about her partial nudity as she towelled her breasts and then her hair.

"Come on Dad, seen tits before haven't you?" she said brusquely, "I want to keep clean and fresh and I can't keep everything hidden just because of you."

"Yeah, yeah, guess you're right," I said, starting to panic as I realised that I was next to undress, "Ummmm, which bed are you having?"

"Doesn't matter does it," she replied easily, "They're both the same - anyway, come on Dad, thought you wanted to get an early night."

"Ummm yeah, I did," I said, somewhat eager to get my penis under some degree of control first, "Just want to check my set-up before I turn in; before it gets dark."

"Ok - see you soon," replied Carol and she bent down and entered the tent, once again showing off her shapely and lithe bottom. 

I carefully stood up, my erection now well stretched down the leg of my shorts; discovering as I did so that my penis had escaped and that the end was now extending beyond the rucked-up hem of my shorts! I'd have been showing that off to my daughter if I'd stood up just then, I realised. I quickly tucked him back into his refinement, being thankful that dusk was now upon us.

I ducked into my 'studies tent' as Carol had named it and checked that things were in order. Yep - the cameras were fine; the motion-activated video hadn't recorded any action and the microphones had only picked up our noises and the background noise of a woodland settling down for the night.

I ducked back out; the distraction having allowed my penis to deflate considerably; sufficient I hoped to be able to let me remove my shorts to sleep.

I'd be in a warm tent in a sleeping bag just three feet or so from my scantily-clad daughter and wearing just my boxer shorts...and in all probability I'd end up sleeping on top rather than inside my sleeping bag...as would my daughter, no doubt.

I tried to ignore the ramifications as I entered our tent and gently lowered myself onto my inflated mattress, feeling Carol's eyes on me. The sleeping bag felt warm already and seemed to be faintly scented; I ignored the facts and having lain down, I wriggled my shorts off, lifted my t-shirt off and relaxed.

"This is nice," said Carol, "First time I've been camping properly - it's lovely - so calm and peaceful. Oh, by the way, in case you wondered, I tried out your bed first but then I decided I preferred this side of the tent."

I felt my penis swell once more - my almost naked daughter had lain just where I was lying! I rolled onto my side so my suddenly renewed erection wasn't too visible and wondered when I might get a chance to relieve the pressure...

"Hold my hand Dad," said Carol a few minutes later and I was able to stretch out and our fingers intertwined and Carol sighed.

"Nice to feel we're together," she said, "And I'm sorry Dad - sorry about showing you my tits!"

"Not a problem really; just not used to it," I said, but actually it was still a problem because I could still see her naked breasts across the dimly lit tent and my cock could scent a quarry.

But we managed to just hold hands as we quietly chattered about all things unimportant as the night slowly drew in and before long it was pretty well dark in the tent.

"Come on, let's get some kip," I said, as we disengaged our hands, "Be up early..."

"Mmmmm," hummed Carol as she drifted down towards sleep, "Love you Dad."

"And you sweetheart," I replied, "Sleep well."

Some hours later I was wakened by movement inside the tent - Carol was kneeling and pulling things around.

"What's up love?" I asked, waking quickly.

"You felt so far away," she said, "I reached out to touch you and couldn't - can we pull the beds closer?"

"Course we can love," I said, "Hang on."

Between us we succeeded although there was a fair amount of somewhat sleepy flesh to flesh touching as we moved around and finally we were rearranged; the two mattresses no more than a couple of feet apart, if that. I sank back onto the mattress and Carol did the same. Without even stretching, our hands met once more - she'd be happy now I guessed, as seemed quickly proven by her soft even breathing.

Some while later, perhaps just minutes; perhaps whole hours later I stirred somewhat, to feel flesh beneath my hand and slowly I surfaced, without properly waking.

In my semi-awake mode I moved my hand around slowly and lightly to determine what I was touching; it was smooth and felt gently soft and it filled my hand...sleepily I squeezed and moulded the object, feeling warmth inside and sleek skin on the outside; and suddenly I was wide awake in shocked alarm as I almost ripped my hand away.

I'd been holding and caressing my daughter's breast!

'Oh fuck' I thought, 'What the hell? How could you? What the fuck are you doing?'

Now completely awake I immediately discovered that my cock was rock hard; he'd obviously enjoyed the action, although thank heavens he began to deflate as the shock suffused my system. 

My mind now more alert, I realised that it had merely been something of an involuntary action presumably caused by just stretching my arm out in my sleep but immediately the memory returned and so did my erection!

I could feel her breast again now in my mind - a warm pliant mound of silky-soft skin. And now I even remembered that her nipple had pressed into my palm as I touched her. My cock jumped again and I felt my foreskin sliding back as he came to full erection.

'For fuck's sake!' I thought, 'Got no chance of sleeping now!'

There was no way I could have a wank right there in the tent and I didn't want to nip outside for a one either - being Carol's first night under canvas, she'd probably wake up; be scared on her own and come to find me!

I lay there hoping that I might get back to sleep but my cock had other ideas - he remained stubbornly hard although perhaps if I'd taken my hand away he might have gone down. You blokes know what I mean - if you've got a hard-on, there's no way you can avoid 'just touching' it and then you're trapped!

Eventually enough light penetrated the tent to tell me that it might just be time to get up and indeed it was just coming up to five am - perhaps my usual waking time when out on a survey. Carol was more accustomed to perhaps a seven o'clock start to life so I had a couple of hours of peace, possibly!

Quietly I got up and equally quietly I managed to unzip the tent and retire to my 'studies tent' where I sank into the fold-up chair, still only dressed in my boxers.

I looked down and there before me was the root of my troubles - my erection which was pushing the leg of my boxers upwards, an obscene miniature tent capped with a damp patch.

Quickly I stood up, pushed down my boxers and sat once more; my eight inch penis now jutting hard, leaking and ready - my purple knob shining in the pale light of dawn, the trickle of precum clearly visible as it leaked from my tip.


A Wild Time with My Daughter! Ch. 01



I grasped my penis firmly, my mind now doing reruns of last evening's display of nubile female flesh; of the generous suckable squeezable breasts; the firm shapely smooth bum and the pretty shaven and panty-clad pussy. Unintentionally I started to move my hand more quickly, already causing my hips to jerk upwards as waves of pleasure were generated.

Already there was the scent of tumescent male in the air - a scent that provided wildly exciting feedback to my sexual system.

My hand moved faster - this wasn't going to take long - this was just a release, but it was so necessary!

I shut my eyes and once more imagined the view from the previous evening; my daughter's heavenly breasts and her shaven pussy, both almost within reach as she stood there. 

In my mind I saw myself leaning forward and my hands seemed to appear as if from nowhere, to slide up and over her jutting breasts, my thumbs doing small dances on her quickly erecting nipples. In my mind my tongue reached forward and began sliding up and down her pretty almost-naked slit, gathering the scent and slippery sexy lubrication that I just knew that I'd find there. 

And in my hand my cock jerked hard and suddenly I was cumming violently, uncontrollably!

There was a wet splattering noise as my first eruption hit the wall of the tent before I was able to gain control of my excited penis; the remaining gushes falling into my cupped hand.

Panting quietly I stripped the last remnants of cum from my cock and, lacking even a towel at that moment I simply sucked and licked up the spunk before savouring and swallowing it.

'Big load today,' I thought as I tucked my now relaxed penis back into his cave, 'Guess who got all excited then?' 

Relieved, I was now able to get down to work. The trail cameras showed it had been a quiet night; presumably our smells and sounds had scared the wildlife away, but the animals would return before long. The microphones merely heard distant noises; a fox howling, some small creature screaming its last somewhere; some slight rustling nearby and our quiet conversation. I cleared the recordings and reset everything and, checking that I was presentable down below, I opened the tent flap and faced the dawning light once more.

More relaxed now I got the breakfast things ready and fetched out my laptop and by the time Carol emerged, I'd already set out the basis of my work; a description of our site and of my expectations. What I didn't write down were a description of my sights and of my mental expectations, which were all rather different!!

"Morning Dad," yawned a still-sleepy Carol and I returned the salutation.

"Sleep well?" I asked and she nodded.

"Think so - not enough though," she replied, "Oh and thanks for letting me move the beds closer together; that was me being silly, sorry."

"No worries," I said as I appraised her, checking to see if she had any memories of my wandering hand, but I seemed to be in the clear.

She looked so elfin and sweet; so small and dainty to me and I wanted to sweep her into my protective arms. But as my eyes scanned her they took in her womanly charms that were presented beneath the t-shirt she'd put on to face the morning in and I suddenly wanted to more than just protect her! She obviously wasn't wearing a bra because the jiggle of her fleshy mounds was clear to see, as were the mini-mountains of her soft nipples. And thank heavens she was wearing panties because her t-shirt only just covered her sex; her pretty pussy would have been flashed at me several times as she settled for breakfast. 

Innocently she sipped her coffee and chewed on another muesli trail bar; those remarkably useful pre-packed dried chunks of food energy...no mess...no waste.

"So what's up today?" she asked, "what have you got planned?"

"Ok," I said, "Well, there's quite a lot that I want to log from right here around the camp but the first creatures I want to get some details about are some wood ants; they used to have a big nest about a mile from here and I want to check on their progress. I want to find out if they've enlarged the nest or spread out or what. Haven't seen them since last summer; hope you don't mind a few ants!"

"You know I don't," said Carol, smiling, "Thought at least you'd take me somewhere exciting though!"

I looked at her eyes, worried that the trip was going to be a boring week for her, but she was happy enough and I laughed as I replied.

"The most exciting thing you'll see will be perhaps a fox or a badger and the most exciting place we'll go will be up into the tree hide, so don't get your hopes up. Not many tigers or elephants around here!" I said, "Hope you've brought a good book or two."

"Oh Dad, I was only joking. You know me better than that," Carol replied, "So long as I'm with you I'll be fine and you're so interesting to listen to when you talk about your projects and such. You get on with your work and I'll worry about myself."

"Thanks darling," I said, putting my hand on her knee as we sat on our groundsheet, "You're sweet."

Carol's hand came and laid on top of mine, squeezing my hand as she did so. I turned my hand over and we linked fingers, both of us squeezing and caressing the other's hand. Our smiles said that we were happy and contented as we 'enjoyed' our basic and perhaps rather meagre breakfast.

Soon it was time to 'head out' and together we set off towards the wood ant nest, somewhat up into the hilly part of the estate where it was drier and more sandy. We chattered quietly as we walked; little snippets of nothing; back-chat; jokes and the occasional expletive as we tripped over the uneven ground. Soon we'd arrived to find the colony obviously well and thriving so warning Carol to keep her distance because the ants had a damn good bite, I moved closer to get some photos and footage of their activities; my walking boots and long socks keeping the ants at bay to some extent. I kept one eye on the guard ants who obviously didn't appreciate my presence and with the other eye on my camera I became well absorbed.

Carol had moved, prudently, some twenty yards or so away and I'd forgotten her until her shrill yells broke my concentration.

"Fuckin' get off!" she screamed, "Bloody things!"

"What's up?" I asked as I turned and ran toward her.

"There's another nest here," she called out, "A smaller one I guess and I almost trod in it. Then the bloody things came rushing up my legs like anything!"

Dragging her from the area we reached safety.

"Get your shorts off," I said quickly, causing Carol to look sharply at me.

"But Dad...I brushed the ants off," she started but I interrupted her.

"Get 'em off," I repeated insistently, "If you missed any and those sods bite you anywhere delicate, you'll know it!"

"Ok Dad, if you say so," said Carol and at arms length from me she slid down her shorts to reveal her sweet, innocent, naked pussy to my staring eyes!

"I'm not wearing knickers," she said, now stating the obvious, "Thought it would be nice not to for a change and since it's warm."

Somehow managing to push sexual thought into the background I put my hands out and onto her hips; her welfare was more important to me but I could feel that my penis thought otherwise. I rotated her, checking for sneaky insects in naughty places, but there were none, thank heavens. But in doing so her gorgeous little smooth rounded bum was now virtually in my hands so to speak, but somehow I kept my hands on her hips until I'd rotated her a full circle until once again her cute pussy was before my eyes, now with its lips slightly apart; her little clit now clearly visible.

I sucked in a huge breath to calm myself and gently slapped her hips.

"None there, glad to say," I told her, "Sorry about that darling."

"Doesn't worry me," said Carol as she pulled her shorts back up, "Worries you a bit though, doesn't it?"

And I couldn't help it - really I couldn't! My cock had taken one look and had lifted like a rocket, now creating a long mound up towards my waistband.

"Oh fuck!" I said, "So sorry love, he's got nothing to do with me! Don't look!"

"Why can't I look?" asked Carol with a gleam in her eye, "Looks pretty good to me!"

"Cos you're not supposed to look," I replied feeling myself going hot all over, "Behave yourself."

"Yes Daddy," said Carol contritely as I turned and adjusted my cock as best I could.

"Right, now watch where you're walking," I said as I moved back to the original nest site, "I'll be another half an hour or so."

Time enough for my penis to deflate and for my mind to get filled with more important matters such as breasts and pussies and - oh fuck!

But before long the ants and their activities did indeed get my mind back on my work, especially after a couple of them succeeded in reaching my calf and giving me a couple of real bites.

Eventually I'd gathered enough information at the nest and now I just needed to scour the area to search out any newly sprung colonies, but there was only the one that Carol had 'discovered', which I marked on my map for future reference.

Soon I headed out of the sun and back into the dappled peace and comparative coolness of the woodland edge where Carol was now waiting.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I said, ruefully rubbing one of the bites, "One of the pitfalls of work, I'm afraid."

"They got you did they?" asked Carol and I nodded, "Used to the occasional bite from one thing or another. I'll put some cream on when we get to camp."

"Lucky I didn't need any," said Carol as we walked slowly along, leaving me thinking how enjoyable it would have been to be able to rub some cream onto her warm soft flesh...

"Stop it!" I said to myself causing Carol to look round.

"Stop what?" she asked, her eyes scanning to my groin, I noticed.

"Stop itching," I said, quickly changing the subject "It's the bites - bloody things hurt."

"I'll rub the cream on for you," she said, "Damn ants - they're not my favourite insect."

We were soon back in camp and Carol took over my care, quickly rubbing some soothing cream into my calf, sort of making me wish that they'd bitten me somewhat higher!

"Thanks love," I said, "You'll make a good nurse."

She stuck her tongue out and changed the subject, "Any more of those trail bars; could just murder one; not used to camping rations yet."

"There's an opened pack of them in my bag," I said, meaning the rucksack I'd carried up to the ants nest, "Help yourself."

Carol began rummaging and soon pulled out the six-pack of bars, taking one for herself. I shook my head as she offered me one.

She sat down across the groundsheet from me, but a few moments later there was a loud howl from Carol.

"Bloody ants - you brought some with you," she yelled, "Two just fell down my front and one's fuckin' bitten me! Owwww - fuck - bitten me again, fucking things!"

I'd left the rucksack on the ground as I'd filmed the ants and they'd obviously explored and a few must have found the packet of sweet goodies inside. I leapt up and quickly closed the distance between us and without consideration or concern I literally dragged her t-shirt up and off her.

Carol offered no resistance; her only interest was in getting rid of the insects and she flailed at her body to do so.

I pulled her upright; her trail bar falling to the ground as I did so; her naked breasts now mere feet from me. Just under one breast was a reddened spot where she'd been bitten and there was another one right at her waistline, but no sign of the ants...they'd been caught in the t-shirt or had just plain escaped.

Ignoring her quivering breasts I dived for the medical box and soon returned to find Carol still standing, but now with her arms raised aloft. Her action had lifted her breasts and stretched her already tight abdominal flesh - she looked incredibly fit and desirable and so perfect except for those two small wheals.

Without speaking I squeezed some cream onto my fingers and spread it over the bite perilously close to her breast and gently rubbed it in feeling my fingers pushing her lower breast tissue around. Soon the cream's soothing ingredients eased her pain and she pointed down.

"And the other one," she breathed huskily.

Standing beside her now, I wrapped one arm around her waist as I moved to treat the second bite but in order to conveniently and effectively reach it I needed at least to undo her shorts - either that or push them down somewhat.

Carol helped as she realised my purpose; quickly popping the button and running her zip down, while she held her loosened shorts up to prevent herself revealing all of charms to me again.

I gently touched the cream to the second bite, my hand sliding past the top of her low-slung shorts and causing Carol to suck in her breath sharply.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" I asked but she shook her head.

"No Dad, well, the bite still hurts but the cream helps a lot. No it was just your touch down there that made me jump," she said with a smile, "Sensitive place; it felt all sort of sexy!"

"Naughty!" I replied, winking at her, "You stop that!"

That was the pot calling the kettle black without a doubt! All I'd been doing was having wild erotic thoughts about my daughter and here was me, telling her not to think that way!

"Can you put some more on this one then," she said, pointing somehow seductively at her breast and perhaps relieved to be away from her lower regions, from whence I could already sense the faint but sweet perfume of her vaginal juices, I turned once more. 

With another blob of cream on my fingers I touched the bite below her breast and rubbed it in gently, loving the way her breast swayed slightly with my touch and seeing, with some alarm, her nipple rising with excitement.

"That's lovely Dad," she said softly, "I could put up with that all day!"

So could I - and to take my mind off the subject all I could think to do was to get her to turn around so I could check her back for bites since her back would be a slightly less erogenous zone.

"Turn round," I said, "Let me check you over."

As Carol went to turn, her feet snagged in the groundsheet; she almost stumbled and grabbed my arm and as she did so she lost her grip on her still-loosened shorts; seconds later they were pooled at her feet, leaving her now completely naked before me!

"Oh shit!" we both said, Carol blushing all over and me suddenly stiff all over!

"Sorry Dad," Carol chuckled, "Didn't mean to..."

I just couldn't move; my eyes were fixed on her nubile body; her swelling breasts; her slim waist; her sloping hips; her pretty pink cleft and her long smooth legs. The only part of me that could move was doing so very rapidly - my penis was inflating as if powered by compressed air.

"Uuuhhhhh!" I groaned as he stiffened and sprang over my upper thigh from his previously confined pouch.

Carol hadn't missed my predicament in which I felt even more exposed than she was, but fortunately perhaps she was less fazed than I was as she bent over and pulled her shorts back up, although as she did so, her face must have been less than a foot from the outline of my incredibly hard penis.

She stood up, located her tossed-away t-shirt, shook it and then put it back on, shaking her body as she did so. Her lovely breasts swayed dangerously; her nipples drawing quickly-erased pencil marks on the material.

"Sorry - sorry Carol," was all I could say, but she wasn't really sorry - that was clear!

"Who's complaining?" she said happily, "I'm not! I'm fine with my body; it's your body that needs to get out more!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, not entirely comprehending.

"Nothing wrong with showing a bit of flesh," she said, "Nothing wrong with showing that you're aroused and excited!"

My mouth fell open, not knowing what to do or say.

"Well, look at you," said Carol, "You were standing there with a naked woman right beside you and you tried to pretend you weren't excited! You still are - just look at your lump!" 

I just had to follow her gaze to my groin where I knew that my penis was still trying hard to make his presence known.

"Oh no," I groaned, as I saw that I'd been leaking copiously, "Oh fuck!"

I put my hand over my erection but Carol had already seen plenty.

"Don't be all ashamed Dad," said Carol as she came even closer to me, "Looks really good to me, nice and big and powerful and exciting!"

I felt a shudder run through me as her words thrilled me; her upraised nipples less than an arm's length from me; then I felt her hand cover mine over my penis and I nearly jumped.

"Relax Dad," she said soothingly, as she tried to lever my hand from its position, "Let me..."

Somehow now my mind was limp from her touch; weak-willed and easily led as her hand pulled my hand out of the way.

Moments later I felt her fingers settle over my erection, squeezing and caressing my cock. I felt him stiffen more; a spasm ran through me heralding another stream of precum and I felt Carol's hand squeeze my knob.

"He's all wet, isn't he," she said breathlessly, "And so very hard."

"Mmmmmm," was all I could reply as her hand moved around on my shaft; her eyes holding mine to hers with her sparkling gaze.

Her other hand now joined in, cupping my balls through the material.

"No don't," I groaned as Carol's hand moved up slightly, "You shouldn't...!"

"Why ever not?" said Carol softly, "You've seen mine, now it's my turn."

I felt her fingers move and then a slackness at my waist; a quick zipping noise and suddenly my shorts fell down. Carol's hands returned to my penis; now one hand held my shaft while the other pulled my boxers down; they fell to my ankles in moments.

"Oooh Dad," Carol breathed as I felt her hand wrap round my now naked and exposed erection, "He's gorgeous!"

I sucked in a long breath as her hand began to slide up and down my shaft.

"No don't Carol," I repeated, still feeling that things were all wrong, "You mustn't...!"

"Ah - I'm not supposed to am I? Never mind, we're not at home now are we," she said with a big smile on her pretty shiny wet lips, "Anyway, never had one this big to play with..."

I felt her push my foreskin right up, feeling her thumb rubbing my knob, feeling her thumb sliding ever more freely as more precum lubrication oozed from my slit.

I managed to look down to see the wonderfully erotic sight of a woman's hands at work on a jutting erect cock; a shiny, long, slippery, excited cock that protruded proudly from my groin.

"He's nice Dad; he makes me feel all horny," said Carol, her hands sliding smoothly up and down, "Can you make him cum for me?"

"Oh what! Oh fuck, yes, no, I mean no," I blustered, but entirely unable to stop her, "You shouldn't do that!"

"Just helping you," she said, her hands working steadily, "Once you've cum you'll feel much more relaxed."

Her hands started to move faster; one hand surrounding and caressing my knob while the other moved more quickly up and down my shaft. 

I wasn't going to last long...but I just couldn't stop her...

Carol obviously knew the signs; I'd stiffened up, my hips were jerking as if to thrust my penis through her hands; my penis was throbbing; it was leaking steadily and I wasn't far off coming.

"Yes Dad, let it come," said my daughter, working away faster on my cock, "Cum for me Daddy; give me your cum!!"

"Oh God, I'm going to..." I groaned, feeling the unstoppable impulses gathering at my groin, "Coming soon, coming soon."

I felt a change in her hand movements and as I looked down Carol had just reached the hem of her t-shirt and was pulling up upwards. A quick toss of her head and it was almost off; a change of hands and she was topless once more!

"Cum on me Dad," she said, "Come on my tits - put some more cream on me!" 




A Wild Time with My Daughter! Ch. 01



She knelt down now, my penis virtually in the valley between her breasts as she finished me off.

"Come on Dad, let it go!" she said, my shaft held between her two hands; my knob actually touching her body at her cleavage.

"Aaaaagh, here it comes," I groaned as I felt the final spasm driving my sperm from my balls, "Oooooh fuck, yeahhhhhh!"

There was a splashing noise followed by a deep moan from Carol; I felt a second eruption take place and I looked down in time to see my pulsing penis paint the top of both her breasts with several pretty white sprays and blobs of hot spunk, Carol's cum-smeared chin having taken the brunt of the first jet.

"Yeahhhhh Dad, oh that was super," sighed Carol as she stripped the last of my cum from my penis, "Gallons of it everywhere! Come and rub it in for me!"

She stood up, her breasts heaving as she breathed, her nipples hard upstanding little pencil rubbers, her upper breasts and nipples both covered in a creamy coating of cum.

She grabbed both my hands and pulled them to her body, letting them collect generous quantities of my cum before placing one hand over each of her excited breasts.

"Rub it in Daddy, please" she said seductively, "Make me feel good."

I simply had to obey and soon found my hands sliding around over her gorgeous mounds, spreading my sticky, slowly drying cum everywhere. I felt her nipples digging into my palms before I grasped each one and gently tweaked them.

"Don't forget my bites," said Carol, her eyes partially glazed, "Make them better too."

I located the one near her breast and smeared a splodge of cum over it, although what therapeutic value my cum would have was debatable! 

Then I moved down towards the bite near her waist, my hand searching for any spunk that had slithered down her body, but instead I found myself sliding my fingers down lower and lower, under the waistband of her shorts and down, down...until I had to stop.

No, no, that was too much!

I jerked my hand away and saw Carol's eyes catch mine.

"Sorry darling," I said, "Got carried away for a moment."

"So...?" questioned Carol seductively, "Was I stopping you?"

"No but you should have done," I replied, "Shouldn't have done that. Shouldn't have done what we did."

"Was it good though?" she asked and all I could do was to nod my head in agreement.

"Well then, enjoy!" said Carol happily, "I did and it was great. Better go and wash it all off now - pity!"

Realising that my hands were all covered in cum as well, not to mention my penis, I tucked him shyly out of sight and complete with towels we walked to the stream where we cleaned ourselves down.

Carol looked at me, her hands at her waist.

"Can I take my shorts off," she said, "Your stuff has run right down..."

With or without my approval she undid her shorts and simply stepped out of them and now here she was stark naked once again, like a woodlands nymph as she showered handfuls of water over herself.

"Going to wash your cock?" she said somewhat brutally, "Don't want him stinking up the tent!"

She advanced on me as I dithered and so I gave in to the inevitable; undoing my shorts and letting them slip to the ground before she stripped me instead. Moments later my boxers and t-shirt joined them and now we were two happy children of nature as we frolicked in the cooling cleansing soothing water.

Soon we were clean and drying and even without dressing we walked back to the campsite where modesty finally overcame me.

"Get some clothes on darling," I said to Carol as I dressed, not so much because I didn't like the sight of her naked body but because my cock DID like the sight and was starting to swell again.

And fortunately Carol complied and together we rested; at least I was replete for the day.

I spent the next few hours editing my footage and writing copious notes before deciding that I could gainfully collect a lot more data just around the camp site which would make up for our somewhat truncated outing earlier. So, leaving Carol to relax, I began inspecting and foraging for small insect and animal life nearby. Soon my notebook had pages and pages of observations; my collecting bottles also contained evidence of my foray and I'd acquired enough additional data to justify my outing to the Society. Eventually I returned to our camp where Carol was reading a book on her Kindle; I smiled at her and disappeared back into my studies tent.

Absorbed in my work, time passed quickly and I suddenly realised it was almost time for our evening meal but as I stepped out of my work tent I found Carol happily humming to herself as she prepared a meal for us.

"Ah, that's brilliant, Carol darling," I said, much appreciating having someone else to do the cooking, "Smells good even from here."

"It's only packet stuff," said Carol, "But I went through your veggies and I've added some bits and pieces; it should be ok. Ready in ten minutes perhaps."

With time on my hands I was able to tell Carol of our next excursion; I'd planned to go to the tree-top observation hide tomorrow morning. Hopefully I'd be able to make several visits during our week, to do a count-up of all and any insect life I could find up above the ground and then to subsequently update the information.

Carol was all for it; she wasn't afraid of heights, unlike her mother, and she expressed her hope that she'd be able to be useful.

"At least there won't be any ants up there," I said, almost regretfully, my mind now imagining some scenario in which she had to take her clothes off again!

Dinner was fine, even interesting and far surpassing anything I'd have made. I thanked and congratulated Carol warmly and she smiled her happiness back to me.

Relaxed and replete now we settled down for a quiet evening of chatter although Carol did seem to be a little distracted at times and I wondered why.

"What's up love?" I asked, "Something bugging you?"

She laughed with me at my intended pun but then became more serious.

"Daaaad," she started, "Did you like what we did today? I mean, did you enjoy it?"

"Of course I did sweet girl, but it was really naughty; I mean really bad," I replied firmly, "And we can't do it again, if that's what you're thinking."

"Oh Dad! Why not Dad?" Carol retorted, pulling a face, "Didn't harm anybody. Mum's gone now so I just took care of you, ok?"

"Well no," I said, my words coming from my upper brain, while down below, another brain was agreeing with her words wholeheartedly!

"And I'm not helping you out either," I continued, "It was good and it was a bit of fun and that's it."

"Hmmmphh," grunted Carol, "You're stupid!"

She got up and stomped away, presumably for a pee as she disappeared behind some bushes and in her absence my mind began to wander, imagining her bouncing boobs and her pretty pussy once more; my cock immediately catching onto my thoughts and rising to see what might be available.

"Stop it," I said to myself, "Just forget it."

Before long we turned in for the night, our preparations pretty well a repeat of the previous night as Carol pulled off her t-shirt and then, to my consternation, her panties too!

"Carol!" I exclaimed, feeling both embarrassed and excited by her nudity, "Do you mind!"

"I'm not sleeping with my t-shirt on and I want to change my knickers, so there!" she replied somewhat tersely, "And when I've found some clean knickers I'm going to bed."

With that she ducked into the tent, once more displaying her cute little posterior but this time her shaven pussy lips were clearly visible to me. My penis jumped to immediate attention, sending my protective hands wild with concern that she might see.

But as I sat there with my hands covering my erection my mind reconsidered the situation. She'd already seen, played with and masturbated my penis, so what was I scared of?

And somehow it now seemed fine to display my erection; I almost felt proud of it; proud that I had a nice big hard cock! 

All I needed was a place to put it, I realised...my cock jumping up and down with excitement.

"No!" I exclaimed quietly to myself, "No way - not that far; don't even let her talk you into it!"

I was torn between two minds; to remain a father to my daughter or to simply let go of my inhibitions and enjoy myself. The 'good' side was winning for now and I practically decided that I'd definitely have to avoid showing off my erection but I just couldn't make up my mind.

I distracted myself by heading to my studies tent where I checked that all was well with the various electronics and by the time I'd been through everything, my cock had deflated sufficiently to allow me to enter the tent in which my daughter lay, without me feeling like an exhibitionist.

Carol was laid out on her sleeping bag, her arms folded behind her head; her breasts bare and inviting!

"Wondered where you'd got to," she said, "I was getting lonely."

"Hmmmph," I said, using Carol's expression, "Well I'm here now, so let's get to sleep."

"Oh all right," said Carol, obviously somewhat disappointed, "Guess it is bedtime..."

We settled down as it grew darker and eventually I heard Carol's breathing settle and soon I too drifted off...to be woken by something crawling over me!

I nearly jumped up to brush it off before I woke a bit more completely and realised that it was Carol's hand, just gently brushing over my chest.

My boxer-clad cock jerked to attention once more; he obviously realising more quickly than I that the intruder was of no danger but instead was a stimulant to which he now responded.

I lay still as Carol's gentle hand wandered over my nipples and then down through the small forest of hairs lower on my chest. I breathed in deeply as I felt her hand sliding down my body, her fingers running over my abdominal muscles as if searching for something...

Another six inches and she'd be able to grasp my suddenly rigid penis that now threatened the waistband of my boxers; now just another three inches and she'd be able to hold him and then she was there - her fingers gently curling around my shaft.

From her bed I heard nothing more than some slightly deeper than normal breathing; she was still asleep but obviously feeling horny in her dreams.

Quickly I moved myself up the mattress so that Carol's hand could have better access, at the same time pushing my boxers down and out of the way. Her lovely tender hand caressed me, her wicked fingers sliding over my knob and into the ever-growing ooze of precum - this was being quite a turn-on for me!

By way of exchange I stretched out my arm and was soon able to locate her nearest naked breast, which I cupped lovingly. It felt so good in my hand along with the manual stimulation she was providing to my cock; the combined sensations quickly raising my erotic temperature.

My penis kept jerking as her hand's light touch set off various triggers and I found myself having to add my hand, to cover hers to provide the right stimulation to my shaft. Her touch was so soft that it was like a teasing feeling and my cock needed more than that.

And now it seemed that Carol's hand had got the message as it began to move far more firmly and rapidly up and down my pulsating penis and I soon knew that I'd be erupting before long.

"Oooh fuck," I moaned softly, "I'm going to cum soon. Oh God, its cumming!"

Carol's hand was now working hard on my cock; almost stretching it up to its limit before dragging my foreskin as far back as possible over and over again - she just had to be awake!

"Carol," I called quietly, "You awake?"

"Course I am," came the reply, "Took me a while but I'm definitely awake now - and you're going to cum for me, aren't you Dad?"

"Yessss darling, I'm nearly there already," I groaned as her hand continued to work, "Nearly...! Yeahhhh - that's it! Oh yeahhhhh - cumming, cumming!"

Thank heavens that Carol's aim was good or we'd have had messy beds tonight as jet after jet of white sperm powered from my jerking penis - the eruptions visible in the soft moonlight inside the tent and I could even hear the splashes of cum as they plastered my chest and abdomen.

Finally my spasms stopped and Carol leaned up and looked at me, a wicked look in her eyes.

"Don't know what made me feel for you," she said, "Guess I had a good dream, but then I woke up and it felt too good to stop. Did you enjoy that?"

"Mmmmm, super," I said languidly, feeling all droopy after my orgasm, "But could you get me a towel or something, I'm all messy."

"Got something better," she said as she leaned further over me and I suddenly understood her intent.

"Ohhh yessss lover," I groaned, "Lick it all up, suck me clean darling."

"Shut up for a minute while I'm busy!" said Carol although I could tell she was cheerful as her head dipped down and soon I could feel her lips and tongue as they made short work of the various pools and streaks of cum. She even sucked my cock into her exciting mouth causing me to suck in another breath and making small earthquakes tremble around my groin.

Eventually she lifted her head to show me her cum smeared nose, chin and mouth and now it was my turn to lick her clean instead.

Then we shared our sticky collections, using our tongues to pass the very tasty spunky remnants back and forwards until mere vestiges remained and by now Carol was almost lying on top of me.

For a while we just clung together as we simply loved each other and loved being together but we were really tired now. With a last kiss we parted, Carol rolling back onto her own bed, while I lay back and allowed the delightful memories of the past fifteen or so minutes to drift past my mind.

Finally I heard Carol's breathing become steady and soft and then I too drifted off into the land of nod.



A Wild Time with My Daughter! Ch. 02



Hiya - I'm back, to continue with the story of our study trip.

You'll understand my story better if you read Part One before you continue here but that's up to you, no-one says you have to...and then, when you've finished, there's Part Three to enjoy too. 

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I'd better describe Carol for those of you who appreciate a bit of youthful female beauty. She was, as I've said, just 18 coming up 19 and she always seemed to look a bit tomboyish - shorts and a t-shirt were much preferred to a dress, it seemed. She was tall for her age at around five foot eight but was still some five inches shorter than me. She kept her dark auburn hair cut short, which actually enhanced her pretty neck and showed off her facial features better. She had dainty ears, 'strong' arching eyebrows, deep brown eyes - come-to-bed eyes as they used to say - a slender nose and sweet cupid lips. 

Quite honestly I didn't, in those days, know what size she was but I'd guess at perhaps 32B up top; possibly a bit more and probably about size 10 down below; all I knew was that she appeared to have a lovely figure with long legs and wonderfully perky tits.

Me, the other half of the story - I'm Chris. I'm in my late 30s. I wear a small goatee beard and have somewhat unkempt hair; dark brown but lightly peppered with grey already. I'm fairly lean but strong and fit; not gym-fit but fit from plenty of good outdoor living and healthy food and that's me in a nutshell...

My work in environmental studies demanded a good number of wildlife investigative trips to wild and sometimes remote places in and around Britain; a pleasurable interlude, in my opinion, from working in the 'depot' as we called the Society's offices.

And so on with the story...

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Part 2

I was awake early as usual; even without an alarm clock I woke around five o'clock every day; so used was I to rising with the summer sun.

Carol on the other hand was still well asleep however, her pretty naked breasts rising and falling slowly as she breathed. I scanned down her uncovered body and discovered that her knickers were clearly moist; almost wet in fact and even her thighs looked a bit sticky too! 

'She must have had some good dreams last night after she'd tossed me off!' I mused to myself.

I shook my head to banish my wicked thoughts and exited the tent quickly before those bad ideas could reach my penis and then, after a morning pee I settled down in my study tent to run through the night-time activity, noting that the cameras had taken some pictures and that the video had been activated.

'Ah - action at last,' I thought as I began viewing the pictures.

Instead I got one hell of a shock!

Because there, instead of some wild animal, was my daughter! One camera had caught her and had taken a series of photos as she squatted down for a pee actually facing the camera; her knickers were missing and the night-vision picture even clearly showed the stream of piss issuing from her body. Another camera had caught her briefly as she walked across its path; completely naked again, her knickers in one hand and something held in the other. 

Gaining no further information or pictures I opened the video link, now expecting to see Carol rather than some wild animal, and I was right.

She'd obviously woken in the night and needed a pee so she'd taken off into the undergrowth; unwittingly following the animal trail I'd selected. Then she'd moved down to the stream, perhaps for a refreshing wash I thought, but instead she had something more interesting to do! Because as she appeared within viewing range the video camera showed me what the object was; a large carrot from our food stock!

Captivated and with a rapidly hardening penis in my hand I watched as Carol chose her spot and squatting slightly she brought the carrot to her mouth before sliding it down between her legs and pushing it steadily into her cunt! No wonder her knickers had been sticky and wet!

I nearly came as I watched the erotic sight of my daughter bringing herself off; her hand rapidly moving the long vegetable in and out of her hole while her other fingers played around her clit.

Wishing fervently that the pictures had been in full colour rather than basic night-vision I undid my shorts and pulled my erection out into the open, my hand soon working rapidly up and down my already slippery shaft.

Then suddenly I remembered that I also had a microphone close to where she was playing with herself. I paused the video and started up the audio recording and soon I heard her footsteps as she neared the chosen spot.

She was silent apart from the occasional crackle underfoot of dried twigs and leaves until she squatted down.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, "So need your cock; got to have it! Wish this was your cock!"

I heard her mouth slurping as she lubricated the carrot and then silence until she moaned.

"Ooooh yessss, that's better. Push it in; all the way, yes, oh yes!"

A little later Carol moaned again.

"Oh that's good; ahhhh, feels good," she was panting, "Ahhhh, yeahhhh, oh God yeahhh!"

I restarted the video and now sound and video were almost synchronised; even my hand was moving at the same rate that her hand was as it drove the pseudo-cock in and out of her welcoming hole.

I heard the slurping noise as the carrot penetrated her wetness and the groans as she stimulated herself.

"Nearly there," I heard her intone, "Nearly there! Yes, yes I'm nearly there!"

So was I as I frantically rubbed my penis up and down; I just hoped that I could hold my orgasm back until I could watch Carol explode.

"Yes, yes, ahhhhh, ahhhhh!" groaned Carol, her hand moving the carrot faster than ever; her other hand also a blur as she played with her clit.

"Oh God Dad - fuck me - fuck me!" she cried as she orgasmed and exactly at that moment I too exploded; my first squirt of cum splattering once again onto the tent wall.

Carol reached her climax quickly and then came down almost as rapidly, the carrot slipping from her hole and from her grasp.

"Oh Dad, I wish that was you!" she moaned snapping my concentration away from my penis, "I need you - I need you!"

I'd got a small towel with me this time and I allowed my copious spunk to squirt into the material where it began to soak in but even so I'd managed to overshoot it completely just as Carol called out the words 'Dad - fuck me!' 

Eventually I cleaned myself up and folded the towel away in an equipment box, debating as I did so whether or not to delete the video and pictures. I decided against that idea and instead I finished watching the video, which only showed Carol locating the carrot and walking off and put it and the photos in a separate folder well away from the research notes, pictures and films.

'I'll enjoy wanking to that video again,' I thought before another thought hit me.

That was my daughter I'd been watching pleasure herself; that was my daughter who was asking me to fuck her; that was my daughter who I'd just masturbated over.

"I told you no," I said quietly to myself as I left the tent and zipped it up, "And I mean it."

All was still quiet as I now prepared 'breakfast'; some porridge with some muesli stirred in; my regular starter when out on trips, with some coffee to chase it down. 

Eventually I poked my head into our sleeping tent and yelled at my daughter to wake up - it was time to get to work once more.

Carol emerged sleepily, now standing up and stretching, her desirable breasts thrusting out into the sunlight again, her pert bottom flexing and shaking as she exercised. My mind thought of some other exercises we could perform while she was virtually naked but fortunately Carol couldn't hear my thoughts.

Instead I heard her quietly say "yuck" before she ducked back into the tent, soon reappearing with a smile, a t-shirt and wearing a different pair of knickers. She waved a dozy 'hello' then headed off, complete with towel this time, to have a pee then a refreshing splash in the stream before returning looking somewhat more awake.

"Hi dad," she said cheerfully, "Sleep well?"

"Yeah fine," I said, feeling the memories of her hand return, "And you?"

"Had to go out for a pee a bit later on," she said, "But otherwise I slept wonderfully; feel a lot more relaxed today."

'I bet you do!' I thought, remembering the video vividly...but I quickly threw it from my mind quickly.

"Didn't hear you," I said, "You were quiet."

'Not so quiet when you used that carrot!' I thought silently as I looked at her for some signs of embarrassment, but there were none.

"Tree house today; hope you're feeling fit!" I said cheerfully and Carol nodded happily.

"Fit for anything," she said as she worked her way through her breakfast, "When are we off?"

"Half hour perhaps," I suggested; that would give me time to get an outline of our intended morning in the tree loaded into my notepad.

Soon it was time to head out. We had a good half hour walk to the tree house during which time we noted the profusion of birds and insects, not to mention a small herd of fallow deer who quickly registered our presence and who soon moved away.

"Used to be here when the Manor was up and running," I told Carol quietly, "They're feral now and obviously doing well."

The tree house wasn't grand; it was really just a canvas covered viewing platform about ten feet square some thirty feet or so up in a huge oak tree. A loose rope ladder let us clamber up although I found myself missing my footing more than once as Carol climbed above me; the view as I looked up was completely distracting!

Inside the shelter was some equipment, a bench seat and some flaps that opened for viewing and it was quite hot and sticky inside the canvas enclosure.

Soon I was noting down observations of birds and insects, occasionally bring my binoculars or camera into use while Carol merely sat and looked at the treetop scenery; her own binoculars being used regularly. Every so often I was able to point out something of particular interest but it must have been rather boring for her, I eventually realised.

"Sorry darling," I said as I took a break after what must have been at least a couple of hours, "You all right up here?"

"Hot, I'm bloody hot," she said, fanning herself with her hand, "No breeze - could I take a breather down on the ground? Wouldn't mind having a wee too."

"Yeah, no problem," I said, I being more used to the heat of the hide, "But going down isn't as easy as coming up so you'll have this safety rope round you, ok? I've been here before but it's new to you so we'd better be safe than sorry."

I showed her the rope which was wrapped around a kind of winch affair so that I could stay aloft and help lower her to the ground and soon she was attached and safe.

She stepped out of the doorway and began her descent while I allowed the safety rope to ease her trip - but not ten steps down Carol cursed.

"Aaagghh, bloody thing!" she yelled, "Go away!"

"What up?" I asked, concern in my voice.

"Think it's a wasp or something; keeps coming at me - agghhh - go away!" she yelled again.

But as she yelled she waved her arms around and the next moment she was almost hanging in mid air; supported by the safety rope and one hand.

"AAAAHHHHH help!" she yelled, "Slipping!"

"Hang on, hang on," I yelled, as I secured the safety rope, "I'm coming down..."

Swarming down the ladder was quite easy as her weight held it tight and soon I was at her level. Moments later I'd reassured her that she was safe and I passed below her to help lift her feet back onto a rung.

But as I pushed her legs upwards so I swivelled around on the twisting swaying rope ladder and I came face to face with her groin, my cheek actually pressed against her upper thigh at one moment. And even in our moment of panic I felt my cock rising; I willed him to go down, to no avail...

It was just then that I discovered that part of her problem was that a rung had broken, the rope was perished - no wonder she'd slipped, but now she needed to be lifted up to the next step.

Straining, I lifted her upwards, the rope ladder catching in her clothes as she moved but Carol couldn't do anything about it as her hands were above her head as she clung on.

I pushed her up further and as I did so her shorts, snagged by the rough broken rope, pinged open and slid down her legs. 

"Fuck it!" I said, then to myself, "Don't look!"

Because now I was virtually facing her bare pussy and each time I pushed upwards I came closer, until one last push actually had my nose up against her abdomen...all I needed to do was to stick my tongue out and I'd be able to lick...

"Don't even think about it!" I told myself.

"Carol," I chided, "You've got no knickers on again!"

"I know Dad, I kind of like being free down there," she replied, "Fresh air's good for you anyway!"

Above me Carol now had control of the situation it seemed and she called down to me.

"Hold it there Dad, think I'm ok now," she said, sounding less panic-stricken now, "Stay there while I catch my breath, will you." 

With no valid option I remained still, my forehead pressing against her belly, my nose absorbing her hot sexual aroma, my tongue wishing it could be put to good use. My cock was as hard as iron and throbbed as my face remained in close contact with her body.

"Ok dad," called Carol eventually, "I'm going to move now; going have another go at moving up a bit..."

As she did so her pelvis tilted firmly towards me; my nose becoming embedded between her lips!

"Aaaaahhhh!" I heard Carol cry, "Oh God - yesssss."

I pulled my head back.

"What's up - what's the matter" I asked.

"Nothing dad, just what you did - do it again, please, please!" she cried, her pelvis once again thrusting at my face.

Instinctively and completely automatically I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, immediately finding myself to be almost absorbed by her warm slick wet lips.

"Yessss dad, there!" groaned Carol as we hung on the ladder in sexual embrace, "Use your tongue, please, please Dad."

I just couldn't help myself; I couldn't draw away; I didn't want to anyway.

My tongue slithered over her hot flesh, sliding up one of her lips, passing her quivering hole and meeting her stiff clitoris.

Carol jerked her body once more and hissed her pleasure as I ran my tongue over and around her sensitive clit.

"Yessss" she hissed, "That's lovely Dad, harder; suck my clit, suck it!"

God, she was delicious; hot and exciting, slippery already and so smooth and inviting...!

But at that moment I felt another rung of the ladder giving way and I just about had time to move my foot before the rope of the rung beneath my foot parted; the ladder was old and needed replacing, that was now very obvious.

With a last brief parting flick at her clit I told Carol the news and now she became serious.

"How do I get down then?" she asked as she was still attached to the secured safety rope but I had the answer.

"I'll come up past you and I'll let you down. Won't be comfy but you'll be safe enough," I said as I began to climb the ladder.

It was awkward moving on the same section of ladder Carol was on but I was managing until I'd almost passed her, when I felt her hand on my thigh, sliding upwards.

"Let go, cut it out Carol," I told her but she had other ideas!

"Just want a feel," she said, "he's there right in front of me; let me feel him!"

In my slightly precarious position I didn't have much choice as Carol's hand snaked up inside my shorts and quickly found my still half-hard penis.

Moments later he was completely hard in her hand as she pulled him down the leg of my shorts and I felt her fingers sliding my foreskin back.

"Oh Dad, he feels so good I could eat him," she groaned, "We're going to have to do something Dad."

"No! For Christ's sake concentrate," I reprimanded her, "We've got to get you down..."

I nearly added the word "first" before realising the implications of the completed statement.

Somehow instead I managed to extract myself from her clutching fingers and eventually regained the safety of the platform.

"Ok - I'm going to lower you down," I called, "You ok?"

"No Dad, I'm not," Carol replied, "My shorts are still tangled in the rope - pull me up first, then I can get out of them...then let me down."

I complied, straining hard to lift her although she helped too then, with a wave from Carol and a yell of "ok", I started lowering her towards the ground, her shorts now waving at me from a twist in the rope.

A short time later the rope slackened as Carol reached the ground and with another wave she untied herself and stood there waiting for me to descend.

On the way down I managed to untangle her shorts which I dropped to her and a couple of minutes later I was on the ground beside her, both of us panting from our efforts.

"Oh Dad, you were a darling!" she cried as her arms engulfed my neck, "You saved me!"

Her perspiring body clamped itself around me in a loving embrace, her naked pussy firm against my ever-hard cock.

"Oooh Dad," she groaned, "I was scared and that made me excited and what you were doing was just so, so good!"

"I only lowered you to the ground," I said, ignoring what had happened in between but Carol persisted...

"You know damn well what I mean Dad," she continued, "Your tongue; your lips, oh God!"

With that Carol sank downwards and thinking that she was about to make a play for my manhood, I quickly dropped my hands and covered my groin, but instead Carol dropped still lower, now sitting on the ground.

"Come here Dad," she moaned, "Come back and finish off what you were doing!"

She reached up and pulled at my legs; right behind my knees - and she caught that point at which your knees, mine perhaps weakened by the efforts of rescuing her, simply collapsed.

In a moment I was on my knees between her already widespread legs.

"Yessss Dad, come on, please!" she cried, "Love me, just love me!"

Her quickly moving arms wrapped themselves around my neck and pulled me downwards but truthfully it didn't take all that much doing to get me to lower my face to her welcoming gash as her upper body fell backwards.

Carol's hips were raising her buttocks high off the ground; pushing her naked wet parted lips up to meet me and I just couldn't resist; I let nature take over.

"Ooooh yessss Dad," groaned Carol as my mouth met her flesh, "Don't stop this time!"

Could I stop? 

No way!

From an initial clamping of my lips over her hole, I stuck my tongue into the small crevice and slid it up and down, bring cries of excitement and floods of lubrication from Carol. I pushed my tongue as far into her hole as I could, feeling her hot flesh tightening around me and I wished that it was my penis in there instead.

Having tasted heaven I moved a few inches upwards, passing up through her ever wetter cleft until I located her throbbing clit. Carol's hips jerked under me and now I used my hands under her buttocks to lift her pussy up towards me; to pull her tighter to me.

I nibbled at her clit, caressed it and stroked it, moulded it with my lips and sucked it into my mouth, loving the pliability and resilience of her flesh and adoring the way her body was reacting.

Carol was jerking wildly as I held her to me; she was seemingly becoming hotter and hotter; sweat was breaking out all over her and the wildly exciting aroma of overheated sex was filling the air around me. I've a feeling that my over-excited penis was adding to the pheromonal scents; he felt strong enough to plough furrows in the ground and I just knew that he was leaking like mad.

Carol's body had its fill; she'd reached her peak of pleasure and now it was time for release. I was having no trouble holding her to my mouth as her sex organs tried so hard to reach me; to drag me inside - I swear her body wanted all of me inside her!




A Wild Time with My Daughter! Ch. 02



Instead she had to put up with just my lips and tongue as I raised her excitement and pleasure levels over the bar.

"DADDDY!" she screamed, "Cummming! You've made me cum!"

"Yes darling, yes," I managed to say, "Cum for me!"

"I am, I am Dad," she cried, "Can't stop - oh God, it's wonderful; it's perfect - it's ohhhh, ohhhhh, ooooohhhhhh!"

A blast of female orgasmic fluid ejected from her, catching my chin initially before I centred my mouth over her geyser of hot liquid. It kept coming in small gushes; flavourless and yet incredibly tasty as it filled my mouth before I could swallow it.

Carol's whole body was shaking; her arms were flailing and sending up showers of dried leaves and grass; her mouth was open in a silent cry; her eyes were wild with excitement!

And at that moment I so wanted to rip down my shorts and drive my rock-hard penis deep into her wet, willing and welcoming hole; Mother Nature had indeed taken over and my one and only instinct was to rut with her; to procreate; to fuck the living daylights out of her!

I reached down to my waistline to undo my shorts; I couldn't stop; I was going to fuck her...but instead there was suddenly wetness on my back; I looked up to see a looming black cloud with a dark haze of rain falling from it...and the spell was broken.

"Come on, we're going to get wet!" I called to Carol as I quickly levered myself up from my semi-prone position, my arms grasping Carol's and helping to pull her up as well.

"Oh Dad, oh fuck; fucking typical!" she said ruefully, "We could have..."

"No we couldn't," I told her, my tongue spouting lies, "There are limits and that's going too far."

Inside me I wondered how sincere my words were; my control over such action was being eroded every few hours it seemed and despite being Carol's father I could just feel that before long I'd simply give in. The only real question was, how long could I last out?

Quickly we scampered into the shelter of some trees and dense bushes, perhaps not ideal in a storm, but it didn't look like a thundercloud, so I guessed we'd be safe and probably drier.

We crouched there for a while as the rain poured down, only a few drops penetrating the thicket above us and Carol turned to me eventually, a look of lust written clearly on her face.

"I want you Dad," she said simply, "I want you to fuck me - I want you inside me please."

"God, is that all you can think about?" I asked, desperate to keep away from the delicate subject of incest, "Look sweetheart, I'm out here to work, not play and if I don't get my work done then I won't have a job. Understand?"

"Oh Dad," breathed Carol, "Yeah, I understand but I still want you! Will you promise though that one day I'll be able to have you?"

I shook my head.

"No, I won't promise anything," I said, determined not to cross the line, "We've been too far already."

"Yeah that's just it," said Carol, using some twisted logic, "We have, haven't we; so why not go all the way?"

I looked down at her; she was sitting on her haunches on the ground and I intended to read the riot act to her when I realised that she was still naked from the waist downwards.

"Carol, where's your shorts?" I asked, "Put them on."

"Oh for fuck's sake," she cried, "They're still out there!"

A few moments later, even before I could find a suitable reply, the rain ceased and the sun began to shine once more, so we left our shelter and headed back to the tree. And there on the ground were her shorts, soaked through, obviously.

"Not wearing those," said Carol, picking them up and holding the damp things at arm's length, "Anyway the bottom's all torn out."

And it was; the rope had caught the material and torn away a large chunk of cloth although, were she to put them on they'd at least cover her sex. 

I could understand her reluctance; there's nothing worse than damp clothing, especially against your crotch but in the interest of some decorum I insisted that she put them on.

Amid much moaning and annoyance she stepped into them and soon we were heading back to camp, my day's work now cut short once again. Oh well, there was enough to do all around the camping area; I could set some small traps and collect insects and lick pussies...oh, bloody hell!

Because now that Carol had covered her pussy, somehow she seemed even more alluring. Now as she walked, most of one buttock was revealed, tightening and loosening as she strode along, wobbling up and down - it was hard to look anywhere else now!

'Got to do something about her', I thought, 'But what?'

Carol smiled back over her shoulder as she walked on ahead of me.

"You ok Dad?" she asked, her twisting action causing her entire buttock to be revealed, right across to her crack.

I was tempted to say 'No' and drag her to the ground and ravish her but I resisted my evil thoughts; that wasn't how to love my daughter. 

"Yeah, fine," I managed to say, while inside me my mind was working out how it was that I wanted to love her. 

On a soft blow-up mattress with a comfy sleeping bag spread across it; naked beneath the stars; Carol laying spreadeagled; her lovely pussy weeping copiously; her lips swollen and reddened; her clitoris standing exuberantly from it's cleft, while my rampant raging penis speared down from above.

I felt my penis lifting and throbbing with excitement before I pulled myself together.

"Just concentrate, will you!" I said to myself, then more out loud, "Sorry Carol, tripped a bit."

But inside me a voice said, 'I was concentrating, I was!'

Was there no way out of my predicament?

Before long we were back in our still-dry camp, the shower not having passed this way and Carol turned to me, standing with her legs apart and her hands on her hips.

"So what do I do now?" she asked, a wicked twinkle in her eyes, "Walk around naked again or change or leave these wet things on?"

But before I could reply, Carol continued...

"Actually I think I will take these off, they're rubbing at my pussy and they've made me a bit sore, I think," she said and with that she reached for her clip and seconds later the remnants of her shorts were, for what seemed like the umpteenth time, pooled at her feet.

And for the umpteenth time, there before me was her wonderful sweet unfulfilled pussy!

She stood there and tilted her hips, bringing her pussy to the fore; her fingers reaching down to pull her lips apart.

"Look Dad, my shorts have made me a bit sore here, can you get some cream for me?" she said provocatively, revealing that there was indeed a slightly reddened area inside one lip.

Since I was right by the supplies box with the medical kit in, it would have been a bit churlish of me not to help and soon I found the soothing cream which I held out to her.

"You put it on, Dad," she said softly, wetting her glossy lips with her tongue, "You've got a super touch."

I'd already undone the tube and was all ready to squeeze some onto her fingers, so I was only an arm's length from her and she was just too good to refuse.

Somewhere inside me, my mind was saying that it was fine; I'd touched her there before, so what was the problem? I agreed; her comfort was more important.

"Hold still then," I said as my cream-laden finger moved down to her pussy; my fingers were shaking, I noticed...

Gently I touched the cream to her reddened lip, causing Carol to moan softly.

"Ooooh Dad, that's better already!" she sighed, "Rub it well in. Be gentle."

Softly I started to rub the cream around and Carol moaned as I touched her but I ignored her although I now realised that I'd begun rubbing her pussy some way from the redness. But then Carol's hand came down and covered mine.

"That's lovely Dad, rub it here now," she sighed and I suddenly discovered that she was now holding and rubbing my fingers over her clit instead.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh," she moaned, "Right there, oh yesss, just there - oh that's so good. Oh God, you're making me all hot Dad!"

Her hand moved faster on mine, our actions rubbing my fingers all around her clit and up and down her cleft now; I just couldn't stop her using me!

"Getting hotter Dad, you're going to make me come," she moaned, her fingers pushing mine harder, "Oh my God - that's it...right there!"

I took over; pushing her hand away and moving my fingers unaided, while Carol's now freed hand clamped itself immediately around my straining penis.

Quickly I sank a finger up inside her hole, feeling her vagina squeezing me hard as I explored inside her.

'She's going to be lovely and tight!' I thought, before I managed to catch myself, 'For fuck' sake, stop it!'

But there was no stopping things now - we were on a slippery path that could only lead to one thing.

Carol orgasmed on my fingers; her hips jerking wildly, her vagina clamping down tightly on my finger. The erotic aroma of superheated pussy began to fill the air as Carol continued to spasm; one of her hands now around my neck; the other now down inside my shorts and holding fast to my very erect penis!

"Get 'em off," she demanded and I found my free hand releasing the catch on my shorts - they fell to the ground and I quickly got my boxers to follow.

Carol's hand never left my penis; instead she just changed her grip and now was able to slide my flesh up and down; covering and uncovering my increasingly slippery knob; my little slit oozing beads of precum constantly.

Carol's face turned to mine and before I knew it we were lip to lip; our tongues sliding voluptuously over each other; our mouths sucking and stimulating until we had to break off to breathe properly.

"Stay there," said Carol suddenly as she broke away from my arms and darted off those few feet to the tent, very quickly reappearing, naked arse first, dragging her airbed and sleeping bag after her.

Quickly she positioned the airbed to suit her, then turned to face me. She lifted her t-shirt over her head to now stand completely naked before me again; her breasts proudly thrust forward; her hot pussy prominent as she also thrust forward her pelvis.

She stood astride the airbed, then sank gracefully down until she lay there, arms and legs spread out, all ready to accept me.

"Come on Dad, now!" she demanded seductively, "Get your shirt off and come here. Come and fuck me! I need you so much!"

My t-shirt went flying in seconds as I advanced on her; my penis jerking and bouncing stiffly as he neared his quarry. Carol's eyes were shining brightly as she now pulled her sexual lips apart; her hand sliding up and down her wild pussy.

"Come on Dad, I'm all ready for you," she said, "Come and make love to me!"

I dropped to my knees beside her, drinking in the illegal but so erotic sight before me. No way could I hold myself back now; I was well past the edge of reasoning and decency; even the horror of incest had left me, replaced instead by a deep longing for her body and a feral desire to empty my sperm inside her vagina. Nature was winning and from now on, I wasn't going to complain or hold back one inch!

Carol brought me back to reality as she now reached out with her arms.

"Bring him here first Dad," she said, "I want to taste him first of all."

On my knees now I crawled across the groundsheet until my penis swayed above her head, then I leaned forward to allow Carol's head to lift up and her mouth to touch me. I almost jumped as I felt the sweet touch of her lips on my cock but instead of jerking away, my overriding movement was to thrust forward, realising as I did so that Carol had simply opened her mouth and had now engulfed most of my penis.

"Oooh Carol," I groaned, "That's fuckin' lovely, run your tongue underneath...just there, yeahhhh, ooooh!"

Her hand was busy running up and down my shaft, just softly sliding over my flesh; stimulating and titivating me until I could stand no more. I pulled away, leaving Carol with her mouth still open and her hands still reaching for me.

"Come back Dad," Carol groaned, "I haven't finished..."

"Don't want to cum yet. My turn now," I said as I repositioned myself astride her and leaned forward.

I heard Carol take a quick breath as my moistened erection touched her abdomen but it was higher up her body that now became the centre of my attention.

Her gorgeous breasts seemed to be bulging out as her body prepared itself for sex; in fact all her sexual parts were in overdrive as she uncontrollably became more and more aroused. She was glowing with health, vitality and sex appeal; somehow I imagined her pussy flooding with her lubrications and with my sperm; I imagined her belly swollen with my child; I imagined her breasts leaking sprays of milk; I knew that both my daughter and I were very, very ready... 

My lips descended onto one breast, loving the way her well-filled flesh gave way and bounced back; the way her little nipples hardened under my tongue; the way her aureoles crinkled even more as I licked at them. Her breasts filled my hands beautifully as I alternated my licking and sucking from one breast to the other; from one nipple to the next. 

Carol's breath was coming faster now, her rib cage was heaving and I could feel that her heart was pounding...then leaving her breasts I slowly moved down her body, loving every inch of it; her sleek svelte figure alluring in every way. 

My exploring tongue trailed down the centre of her body, from the generous canyon between her breasts, down her sternum, onto the firm structure of her abdomen and down to her navel.

There I paused, my tongue busily twisting into her small cave, making Carol squirm, her hands coming down to rest on my head.

I looked up and she was smiling down at me; her eyes happy and bright.

"Don't stop Dad, not far now," she said excitedly, "I'm so ready for you!"

Now came the moment of truth - could I return to her wonderful pussy and yet not consummate our love? 

I knew the answer - I knew full well that once I'd used my mouth to make love to her pussy, I'd be in there with my penis this time - nothing then would or could stop me from planting my cock where it belonged!

"I'm coming darling," I told her, "Be patient!"

"I want you Daddy, I want you now," she returned, her hands pushing me down her body, "Hurry up!"

Instead I slowly moved down her body, my lips sliding over her shaven mound, feeling the slight stubble and loving it, feeling her pelvis moving to better present her pussy to me. I slid past her clit, eliciting a groan of dismay as I did so but instead I lowered my face as far as I could between her legs - her luscious long sleek legs that were already wrapping themselves over my shoulders.

I inhaled deeply of her exciting scents; the deep muskiness of hot flesh and the wild lustiness of her pussy as it lubricated generously.

I extended my tongue and touched her deep down between the cheeks of her bottom, almost as far back as her anus. Carol let out a small cry and I felt everything tense up as I began to stimulate further her already stimulated sex machine!

Slowly I moved upwards, nearer and ever nearer to her pussy, collecting even before I got there, trickles of her lovely lubrications.

I was so nearly desperate to drive my cock into her but there was more loving to do first.

And now I reached her pussy, to find her fingers already there, holding her lips wide apart for me.

"Lick me Dad, please," groaned Carol, "Use your tongue..."

Oh yes, I'd use it, that was for sure!

I began again near the bottom of her wet cleft, sliding upwards until I found her slippery little hole. I thrust my tongue inside, wishing again that my hard tongue was my penis instead, but loving the feel of her quickly tightening flesh and the gushes of sex juices.

My mouth was wet as I moved higher up her pretty lips, licking first one side and then the other; carefully avoiding her clit for now, until Carol was almost screaming for more.

And now to the powerhouse of her arousal - to her clit and the wild orgasm that would inevitably follow my stimulation of that miniscule piece of stiffened flesh!

I settled myself comfortably and made my approach - a long sweeping slide of my tongue from near her hole, right up until I swept over her clit and off again, like a bird swooping down over a lake and rising away...

Carol jerked hard and cried out, her hands pulling my head back to her pleasure centre.

Willingly I now engulfed her whole clit in my mouth, my tongue tickling the tip while my lips squeezed the shaft of her mini-penis.

Carol cried out again, her hands pushing me down to hold me in position.

"Yes Dad, more please - I'm so near!" she cried, her voice almost cracking up with emotion, "Please don't stop!"

Quickly now I concentrated all my attention on her clit, while now bringing a hand up to slide over her very lubricated lips. Carol moaned loudly as I brought her closer and closer to her climax; lubrication was pouring from her, as were sweat and clouds of pheromones; I could do nothing to escape now.

And suddenly Carol cried out once more and this time I knew it was with exalted release.

"Aaaaahhh, cummming!" she cried, "You've made me cum! Cumming! Oh yesssss!"

Under me everything was jerking, writhing and squirming; only Carol's hands on my head held me in place, stationed as I was over her clit.

For what seemed like long minutes she was in raptures; her body shaking and quivering spasmodically as bursts of sexual pleasure fired nerve receptors in her brain, until finally she fell still, only her deep breathing revealing that she was still alive.

I lifted my head to look down at her and finally her eyes opened; eyes full of love and happiness.

"Oh Dad, that was so good," she said, "You're my best lover ever!"

"Not yet, I'm not," I replied, my penis jerking as I spoke; a long dribble of precum sliding from him down onto her thigh, "I haven't fucked you yet!"

"Oh God Dad, yes, yes," moaned Carol frantically, "Come on then, fuck me, fill me!"

I crawled up the airbed until I was poised immediately above my daughter's wanton body, my penis sliding against her slippery skin not all that far from her pussy. I felt Carol's hand grasp my erection and pull me towards her and I simply couldn't resist; now, finally, I was about to penetrate my darling daughter's vagina with my supercharged penis...

Carol's hand moved my knob up and down her slit, obviously coating it in her generous lubrications before aligning the end with the indentation that I could now feel; the entrance to her vagina, to her womb itself.

"Come to me Daddy, please," she said as her hands pulled me closer, "Get him inside me!"

A little push and I felt my knob parting her hot flesh; there was a slight resistance before our slippery fluids eased my entrance and then I felt myself sliding, sliding into her hot wet hole.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" breathed Carol, her eyes bright and wild, "Yessssss, yesssss!"

I held myself in place, allowing her body to get used to my rigid penis before Carol's arms pulled me once more.

"All the way, Dad," she said, "All the way in now."

It was my turn to moan.

"Yesssss! Oh God - you're lovely; so tight, so hot, so sweet!" I hissed as I gently allowed my penis to penetrate further into her grasping vagina.

"Oh Dad, I've waited so long," groaned Carol as I felt her body lifting up to meet me, "Love me, just love me now!"

Instead of speaking I began moving up and down, sliding my penis from her depths to her entrance and back once more. There was a gentle squelching noise as my piston squeezed into her sheath, driving out the overflowing liquid lubrication. That was followed by soft grunts from Carol as I reached as far into her body as I could penetrate; the tip of my cock now pushing hard against her cervix.

I looked down at her and saw that Carol had a massive smile on her face; a look of pure delight and total absorption. I smiled as well as I watched her mouth fall open when I pushed my cock hard into her body once again.




A Wild Time with My Daughter! Ch. 02



Hard but not violent, pushing but not driving; penetrating but not piercing; together we fucked steadily, our bodies coming together in unison; our minds united.

"You weren't a virgin?" I asked eventually and Carol shook her head.

"Well I was a sort-of virgin Dad; I've had 'lovers' but you're the first man to be inside me," she said, "My hairbrush broke me in and my vibrator and things have been up there too but this is so much better - you're alive inside me! I can feel all the veins on your cock inside me; I can feel you sliding in me. You're pulsing and throbbing in there, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I said, as I continued to gently make love to my darling daughter, "Getting close to coming too, that's why I'm throbbing."

"Oh good," moaned Carol, her vagina now gripping my cock tighter, "You're going to fill me, aren't you Daddy?"

I hadn't actually considered that subject; I'd been too absorbed in just loving her but now the matter was getting close and a decision had to be made soon.

"Shouldn't I pull out when I cum," I said, "Don't want you getting pregnant the first time!"

"Why ever not?" asked Carol, her eyes locked onto mine, "I love you; I want you; I want to be with you, so why ever not?"

"Cos you're my daughter," I said and I felt the illicit excitement of committing incest making my balls tingle, "And you're not supposed to get pregnant by your dad."

"Supposing I want to?" said Carol, her vagina now very actively milking my cock, "I want to get my children out of the way early, so why not start right now?"

My eyes opened wide as she spoke, knowing that in a few minutes that could indeed happen - or I could abort my mission and spray my seed on her body instead.

But deep inside me there was a lust for nature; a primeval desire to fill her belly in the way nature had intended. Incest was a modern concept compared to Mother Nature's plans and I was all in favour of being guided by her!

"Shall we try then?" I asked Carol and her mouth beamed a huge smile back at me.

"Yes Dad, yessss," she cried, "Do it then - fill me!"

My mind had been shaken with the incestual situation, so much so that lust had built up as if behind a dam inside me. My whole body shook with the frightening reality of it all - I was about to try to make my own daughter pregnant!

"Oh God," I groaned as desire began to overcome me.

"Oh God," I groaned again as my body began to drive my penis into my daughter harder and faster.

"Oh God," I groaned once more as I felt everything start to tighten up as my now unstoppable orgasm began to rise.

"Oh yes, yes Daddy - do it!" cried Carol, her body now writhing wildly beneath me, "Don't stop - I'm coming too!"

I couldn't stop anyway now - I couldn't even bring myself to withdraw - I could only power my pulsating penis as far into her vagina as I could, now feeling the rubbery entrance to her very womb at the tip of my cock.

Sensations were crawling all over me; my whole body had gone mad as I seemed to turn into one enormous penis as I slammed harder and harder into my daughter's body.

Sweat was dripping everywhere; juices were spraying around; limbs were flailing; voices were crying out; orgasms were coming, coming, cummmmming!!

With a final grunt I felt my cock jerk hard and blast off his first volley of molten fire; it felt as if I'd emptied a bucket of the stuff into my daughter's vagina; my sperm was overflowing around my balls already!

I grunted again as another eruption took place; and another and yet another.

Carol had her mouth tight shut and all her muscles had seized up - until suddenly she let it all out.

"Yessss DADDY - cummmmmming! I'm cummmming!" she screamed, loud enough for me to look around to check that no-one had heard, "Oh God - I'm cumming so hard - can't stop!"

Her body was jerking wildly around; her pussy was squeezing and sucking at my cock, demanding every last drop of spunk be shed inside its welcoming embrace.

Carol's arms were tight around my neck; her legs tight over my buttocks as she pulled me as far into her as she could and I wasn't about to disappoint her - my penis was firmly lodged against her cervix as my creamy sperm filled her up while Carol shook and shivered and jerked her way through what seemed like a never ending orgasm.

"Oh Dad, that was so wonderful," said Carol as she finally came down from her ecstasy, "If I'd have known it would be that good I'd have made you make love to me years ago!"

"Oh no, you wouldn't have managed," I replied, "I wouldn't have let you."

"Oh yeah?" she questioned me, "Just as well I didn't try then!"

Slowly we disentangled and collapsed, Carol laying on the airbed and me with my head resting on her stomach. We held hands for a while before I moved around.

"What are you up to?" asked Carol as I moved between her legs once more, "What are you doing?"

"Just realised I hadn't finished," I said, "Didn't clean you up!"

And before she had time to object, not that it seemed likely that she would, I dropped my head to her pussy, cradling her quivering buttocks in my hands.

Her whole pussy was soaked; liberally splattered with a coating of foamed-up whitish cum and her own offerings; it looked delectable!

I dived in, my tongue at once getting busy as I swabbed up our juices, quickly swallowing them as I went and causing Carol to cry out excitedly and to lift her hips up as if to greet my mouth.

Softly I slid up and down her hot lips before finding her clit and sucking it clean as well, Carol now groaning as I touched her sensitive flesh.

Moving down a little, I penetrated her sticky hole and sucked up a mouthful of our highly scented emissions, holding them in my mouth, then I moved up her body until we were face to face.

I stuck my tongue out a little to show her its coating and quickly her lips came up to meet mine. Our tongues duelled happily in the mouthful of sticky fluids, our lips although wettened now managed to lock together as we made love to each other with our mouths.

And as my body gently lay upon hers I felt my cock start to rise once more and I looked into Carol's eyes.

"Do it again?" I asked eagerly, "You up for another go?"

She nodded quickly and I felt her hips push her sex up at my now rigid penis.

"Definitely!" she moaned, "I'm ready..."

"Yessss," I moaned as my still slippery knob slotted into position, "Here I come then."

"Yes Dad, come back where you belong," said Carol, her arms now around my neck again, "Give me everything - fill me again!"

This time, I soon realised, it would be a quickie. We were both already well primed and ready; Carol wouldn't need much to get her to a climax and my balls already were churning as they prepared to release another load. My penis slid into her hot wet welcoming hole so easily; he was at home there now.

Quickly we fucked; our bodies now slamming together; our breaths quick and shallow; our hearts beating wildly. Frantically we hammered at each other; excited cries filling the woodland glade; passionate words broadcasting like seeds.

In minutes I felt my sperm rising; my second offering for my daughter and definitely not my last!

"Coming soon" I cried and Carol hummed an accord.

"And me," she groaned, her hips pounding against my downthrusting penis, "I was so ready for you."

With a final flurry we both reached our zeniths; our bodies bonded as one as I poured another liberal donation of my reproductive juices into my daughter.

Carol's body seemed to simply absorb my offerings; she almost absorbed me entirely as I felt us meld together, then entirely united we cried out our love and passion until we just collapsed into a hot twitching heap.

Slowly we slid apart; my slowly softening penis slipping almost unwillingly from her abused vagina; Carol's hole jerking closed as if to retain my sperm inside her. We looked at each other lovingly and I shook my head at her.

"You are wicked!" I said in mock horror, "Fucking your father! Whatever next?"

"We could always do it again," said Carol as she looked down at my relaxed penis, "Then again perhaps not."

"Incorrigible!" I said, "But I guess I'm as bad. Never meant it to go this far."

"We've only just started," replied Carol happily, "This isn't going to stop when we get home, is it?"

"Apparently not," I said with a sigh, because I just knew that I'd give in, "But what happens after that?"

"We'll have to suck it and see," said Carol, laughing at her own joke, "But if I get pregnant..."

"And if you do, what then?" I queried, "Suppose you want us to live together?"

"Exactly!" said Carol, one hand coming out to hold mine, "We can be a couple - a family with our own kids!"

"Not sure what the neighbours will think," I replied, "How long would it take for someone to put two and two together and probably report us?"

Carol looked studious for a few moments.

"Couldn't you apply for a position overseas; somewhere where we can start out anew?" she asked and the idea had a lot of appeal, but it would take some time...but I nodded my head to her.

"Anyway, let's cross that bridge when we come to it," she said, "We've got the rest of this week to enjoy first!"

"Three more days," I replied, "Could be fun!"

"Mmmmmm, yesssss," moaned Carol before I let my lips fall onto hers, effectively silencing her, "Mmmmmmm," we groaned together.



A Wild Time with My Daughter! Ch. 03



Hello - I'm back, to finish off the story of our study trip.

You'll understand my story better if you read Part One and Part Two before you continue here but that's up to you, no-one says you have to... 

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I'd better describe Carol for those of you who appreciate a bit of youthful female beauty. She was, as I've said, just 18 coming up 19 and she always seemed to look a bit tomboyish - shorts and a t-shirt were much preferred to a dress, it seemed. She was tall for her age at around five foot eight but was still some five inches shorter than me. She kept her dark auburn hair cut short, which actually enhanced her pretty neck and showed off her facial features better. She had dainty ears, 'strong' arching eyebrows, deep brown eyes - come-to-bed eyes as they used to say - a slender nose and sweet cupid lips.

Quite honestly I didn't, in those days, know what size she was but I'd guess at perhaps 32B up top; possibly a bit more and probably about size 10 down below; all I knew was that she appeared to have a lovely figure with long legs and wonderfully perky tits.

Me, the other half of the story - I'm Chris. I'm in my late 30s. I wear a small goatee beard and have somewhat unkempt hair; dark brown but lightly peppered with grey already. I'm fairly lean but strong and fit; not gym-fit but fit from plenty of good outdoor living and healthy food and that's me in a nutshell...

My work in environmental studies demanded a good number of wildlife investigative trips to wild and sometimes remote places in and around Britain; a pleasurable interlude, in my opinion, from working in the 'depot' as we called the Society's offices.

And so back to the story... 

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I need hardly say that we didn't get much more done that day and we simply allowed the hours to flow by, enjoying our new relationship to the full. It was so peaceful in our camp site that it was hard to believe that we'd only got another four days and we'd have to get back to the 'real' world.

A day out tomorrow; a day around the camp and then a last outing the following day with a final day to 'close up the shop' and return to civilization; that's all there was left.

That night we turned the airbeds sideways and zipped the two sleeping bags together and now we had a double bed of sorts that, while not offering perfect comfort because my arse kept slipping down between the two airbeds when I least expected it to; meant at least that we slept together, wrapped if not in each other's arms then at least wrapped in each other's love.

The third day dawned bright and warm again and leaving my new lover to snooze on I was up at my usual time; checking on my overnight cameras. And this time I'd caught both a fox and a several deer coming to the water to drink - fairly mundane subjects but better than nothing. Presumably the other, shyer denizens had been scared away by our happy loving voices last evening. Perhaps I'd catch some of them another day...

But today there was another outing - a longer trip that required us to head across the estate to the grasslands. Once fields, they'd gone back to nature and they now, we understood, held a small population of Lapwings. Once common birds, they were now quite rare and the Society needed us to confirm the sightings and wanted to know how many birds there now were.

As usual Carol eventually appeared from the tent, stretching and displaying her glorious body to the sun and to me, not that I felt embarrassed any more. She still stirred my loins though and I was almost glad when she eventually got dressed - not that she put on a whole lot!

We chomped our way through some more trail bars rather than porridge - I didn't want us to feel weighed down by a heavy meal and finally Carol and I gathered our necessary gear and we trudged off. We had a good two hours or so of walking ahead of us so we kept moving at a fair rate today and since I knew the way, I led us, which was a bit annoying because I had no chance to perv at Carol's pert, tight little bouncing bum and long luscious legs or even to just enjoy the womanly sway of her hips. Never mind, we had a long way to go and lots of walking to do, so I cast such thoughts from my mind as we marched on, but the images of her luscious body kept returning to me, interrupting my scientific musings and observations that I was trying to make as we travelled.

Perhaps an hour later I pretty well gave in to my erotic thoughts. I sighed, thinking of all the pleasure I was missing and Carol heard me and looked around.

"What's up Dad?" she asked, "Feeling horny already? Didn't you get your oats this morning?"

I laughed because I'd really done my best not to feel that way until now but now that she'd stopped and turned round, sexual ideas began to take over and flood into my brain.

Carol was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that had actually once been one of mine, so it was a really loose fit on her and it looked as if she was ready for a photo-shoot; she was glowing with warmth and sweat as if she'd been sprayed for the camera and she looked so very desirable. She'd opted to wear that t-shirt today so that she'd keep as cool as possible but in the process she was revealing to me what seemed like most of her tits; well, almost down to her nipples and plenty of side-boob, at any rate!

"Always feel horny when I'm near you," I replied loving the expanse of exposed breasts, "I could eat you for breakfast then fuck you for lunch and again for dinner; you make me so hungry!"

"Well, you missed breakfast," said my daughter, laughing and smiling broadly, "But perhaps we could manage some elevenses!"

My eyes locked onto hers before almost automatically slipping down to scan her breasts and Carol saw the movement and she smiled.

"Do you need to have a feel then?" she asked, rubbing her hands over her breasts and now cupping them from below. She tweaked her nipples, causing them to stand up against the material of her top as she pulled it tight over her delicious breasts.

"Come on then, my lover, touch me, hold me," she said.

As she spoke Carol stepped closer to me, her tongue running around her lips and her eyes shining with sexual excitement and I simply couldn't help but reach up and place my hands over her breasts, simply adoring the feel of her warm, firm mounds and the hardness of her little nipples.

Carol purred with pleasure as I moulded her flesh and I felt my penis begin jerking towards a hard-on in my shorts.

I took one hand from her breast and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer to me; bringing her breasts up against my chest and my now-hard cock up against her pussy.

"I do love you so much," I said, "I want to love you all the time and I want to keep you so filled with my cock." 

I groaned as Carol rubbed her pussy against my straining penis.

"Shall I let him out?" she asked.

My reply wasn't needed as her hands dropped to my shorts and quickly undid the clasp, my shorts dropping to my ankles. I stepped out of them as Carol's hand snaked inside my boxers, grasping my stiff organ.

"Ooooh Dad, you're so hard already!" said Carol as her hand began to caress my cock, "Guess we'd better do something about it."

So saying she stood back, shrugged off her rucksack and undid her own shorts; I dropped my own rucksack as well as I stood and looked at her.

Carol moved to a soft-looking patch of grass and lifted her t-shirt off over her head, leaving her standing there in just her frilly little pink knickers.

"What would you like to do Dad," she asked and I found myself almost growling a reply.

"I want to get inside you again darling," I groaned, "I want to fuck you and fuck you..."

"Well come on then," said Carol as she laid herself down, lifting her hips so she could slide her knickers down and off, "I'm all hot and ready for you!"

In seconds I had my boxers and t-shirt off and I advanced on her, dropping to my knees between her outstretched legs. I reached forward and laid my hand on her pussy, feeling the heat and dampness rising already.

I was so tempted to go down on her - and Carol was obviously eager for me to do so but my mind remained aware that we had work to do today and that we only really had time for some relief, not a full-on session of sex.

Instead I allowed my hand to do the work, sliding my fingers up and down her snatch, bathing in her juices as they began to ooze from her pussy. I worked my way over her clit and down to her hole, sinking two fingers deep into her slippery vagina.

Carol sucked in her breath deeply as I penetrated her and her hips came up to meet my thrust, her vagina squeezing my fingers inside her.

"Oooh fuck Dad, come on then, love me," she said, "Put him inside."

I eased myself closer towards her until I was poised above her, my penis almost searching for her cleft as I moved my hips around. Our organs touched and we both jerked with the sexy sensation, knowing that it was merely the first of many feelings that were going to be let loose.

I leaned down until we could kiss, our lips locking onto one another, our tongues loving and playing together until we came up for air.

"Come on Dad, fuck me, please," groaned Carol and I looked down between us.

I was only a few inches from her sweet pussy now so I reached down and grasped my cock, sliding him up and down her increasingly wet lips, coating him in slippery lubrication before I pushed him down and into place at the entrance to her vagina.

I looked up at Carol and she nodded to me, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

Gently I pushed my pulsating penis towards her, hearing Carol sigh as her flesh parted to let me enter her. Carefully I slid my knob inside her and back out again, ensuring that I was well lubricated and that she was entirely ready for me and Carol opened her eyes; she knew why I was pausing.

"Yes Daddy, I'm ready, please fill me up," she said and I felt her hips come up to greet my eager penis.

Smoothly I let my cock glide into her hot wet cavity, sinking deeper and deeper into her welcoming body while Carol now wrapped her legs over my thighs.

"Yesssss," she hissed, "Oooooh, that feels so good..."

And it did - her pussy was so tight and hot. I wanted to just leave my cock there for ever - to bathe in her glorious body - to become absorbed by her flesh.

But my cock had other ideas; he was eager to unload his cargo of spunk and he twitched and jerked uncontrollably as I tried to remain still, so I gave in and began to fuck my daughter's lovely hole, my penis tightly sliding in and out as her vagina gripped and caressed my shaft.

"We should have done this this morning," I said as I picked up the pace somewhat and Carol agreed.

"Would have been lovely to wake up with you inside me," she said, causing my excited cock to jump inside her in response, "But we needed breakfast too."

"I could have given you your breakfast!" I said, winking at her, "In bed!"

Carol understood my double meaning and licked her lips.

"I bet you could have," she said sexily, "Bet it would have tasted better than those trail bars too!"

"There's always tomorrow morning," I reminded her as I continued to fuck her, my thrusts now faster and harder.

Carol was responding vigorously to my efforts, her hips thrusting back, her vagina squeezing and sucking at me, her arms and legs wrapped round me as we fucked, both gradually approaching our climaxes.

I looked down at her - she was absorbed in her excitement; I could practically feel her mind working to stimulate herself as we made love, our level of activity increasing by the minute.

Now we were almost hammering together; hips slamming; juices spraying; breaths gasping; bodies jerking...until the moment of release arrived.

Carol froze; her body still while only her vagina worked; grasping, squeezing, throbbing and sucking at me, drawing my spunk from inside me...

"Daaaaad," she groaned, everything gripping me tighter, "Gonna cum...gonna cummmmm!"

"Yes sweetheart, cum, I'll be with you," I replied, driving my penis into her for a last few thrusts, "Nearly there..."

"Oh Daaaad!" screamed Carol, "I'm there! Oooooh - yes, yes!"

Her whole body shook and jerked, quivering out of control as her orgasm swept through her; her pussy working hard to unload my cock and with a final thrust I felt myself explode.

"Aaaaahhh yessss," I cried, "Oooh fuck - cumming, cumming!"

My hot excited spunk began pumping from my cock, blasting like a fire hose inside my daughter; filling her to capacity. Jet after jet filled her until I knew I'd emptied myself completely into her greedy sucking vagina. Somehow her body seemed to have found a place for my sperm; somehow she seemed to have absorbed all of my offering, only a small dribble followed my penis as I eventually pulled slowly out of her hole.

I collapsed on top of her for a moment or two but we were hot now and I lifted off her to lie on the ground instead. Together we got our breaths back as we held hands and smiled lovingly at each other.

"That was good," I sighed, "Loved that, darling."

"We both needed that, didn't we?" asked Carol and I nodded - we had indeed both missed making love first thing this morning but now we were fulfilled, if only for a while!

"Sorry if it was a quickie," I said, knowing that my penis was still alert, "We can do it again if you like."

"I'll get sore," said Carol, "Wait til we get back to camp. Anyway, we've got places to go, haven't we?"

I dug around in my rucksack to find some tissues for Carol before I stood up and eventually pulled her upright too. We were both hot and sweaty but happy - and I suddenly had an idea.

"Sweetheart," I said, "We don't need to get dressed. There's no-one within miles; let's enjoy some sun on our bodies."

"Great idea," said Carol happily, as she now stuffed her few clothes into her rucksack, "I've never walked anywhere naked before!"

I slapped her bum gently.

"Well, now's your chance, come on, off we go," I said, pointing down the track that led off and over the hills and soon we were contentedly walking side by side; something we hadn't been able to do in the woods. We held hands as we walked, our naked love flowing back and forwards between us.

Eventually, some hour or so later we crested a small hill and I held up my hand for us to stop. Way up ahead I'd spotted what I thought were some lapwings...we'd need to creep up on them if we wanted to get closer.

Through my binoculars I could see a dozen or so birds and what appeared to be some youngsters; they were obviously nesting there; we just had to find out more.

With a detour we finally arrived at another hillock, a smallish mound that almost overlooked their nesting area and we dropped to the ground, the cooling grass pleasantly tickly against our naked bodies.

We wriggled forward, side by side, until Carol turned to me, a wicked look in her eye.

"I'm getting turned on!" she said, "The grass is tickling my pussy and it's getting me all wet!"

I put my hand on her bum and rubbed her gently, feeling her flesh quivering beneath my touch and slyly I slid one finger down her crack until I could feel her juicy wet pussy.

"So you are! But later," I said, partially to myself, "Let's get this job done first."

"Better not take too long," said Carol and I felt her hips and bum squirming under my hand.

For a while we watched through our binoculars before I noticed another group of birds as well, a bit further away. I turned to point them out to Carol but my fingers couldn't guide her sight from my position so I slowly moved upwards and pulled myself partially on top of Carol until I could reach over her shoulder so that my pointing fingers were more in line with her eyes - and now she too saw them. Together we watched them for a few minutes before Carol looked over her shoulder at me.

"You going to get off now?" she asked.

But rather than climb off Carol, instead I manoeuvred myself until I was laying right on top of her, my already erect penis now slotted nicely beneath her bum.

"Daaaad," hissed Carol quietly, "We're supposed to be bird watching..."

"Can't help it," I said as I wriggled my penis around, "Needed to show you - and then the opportunity was there."

"Now if I hadn't told you my pussy was getting all wet, then nothing would have happened," said Carol as her hips pushed back at me, "We could have saved this for lunchtime."

I looked at my watch and it said it was 12:47.

"Near as damn it lunchtime anyway," I growled, "Second round!"

"You'll make me all sore," said Carol, "I keep leaking as it is; it'll be even worse then."

I was lifting my hips and trying not to weigh too heavily on Carol's back - while still trying to get my penis into the right position when he nudged against her arsehole; I felt the slight recess of her dimpled and puckered indentation and I wondered vaguely about driving him straight into that tight hole, but that wasn't my style.

A sudden inspiration hit me and I reached beside us; rummaged in my rucksack and came out with the tube of soothing lotion. I managed to get some on my fingers which I then introduced to her arse cleft, succeeding in the process to get most of it on and around her arsehole.

I heard Carol suck in a breath as I smoothed my slippery finger tips over her anus but I also felt her buttocks push upwards against my hand.

"Ooooh Daddy, how did you know I like things in there?" she groaned, her hips writhing under me.

"Didn't know," I replied, "Just wondered, that's all."

"Love things up there," continued Carol as I now began to run my lubricated fingers over her puckered flesh once more, "Put your finger in..."

A few moments later and my finger tip was penetrating my daughter's arse for the first ever time - I wasn't entirely sure who it was that cried out with excitement as my finger began to slide inside.

I felt Carol's hole squeeze me tight; it actually felt as if it was trying to suck me inside as I started to move my finger in and out.

"That's good Dad," breathed Carol from beneath me, her buttocks still pushing up to receive my finger, "Stretch me a bit more; try two."

My rigidly erect penis would dearly like to have replaced my fingers right then and I had to push him out of the way as I wriggled a second finger inside my daughter's arsehole. It was a tighter fit now but she took me without complaint, allowing my fingers to slide almost to the knuckle inside her.

"Years of carrots Dad," she said, "And bananas!"

"Bananas in their skins, I hope!" I replied and Carol laughed, her hole pulsating around my fingers, "Of course Dad; wouldn't be so crude!"

"Is it time to try something else then?" I asked, allowing my cock to slide down past my hand until he could bathe in the cream and in the slippery juices now oozing freely from her pussy and Carol answered by lifting her buttocks even higher and by giving my fingers one last squeeze.

"Yes Dad, please; he'll fit," she said, "Put a bit more of that cream on your cock, then try."

Actually my penis was now liberally soaked in Carol's lubrications anyway but I complied willingly, loving the soothing, slick, creamy feeling as I applied the balm to my penis.

"All right Darling?" I asked and I saw her nod her head.

"Come on Dad, don't keep me waiting," she groaned, "Get him up me!"

Such was her enthusiasm for my cock that I could hardly miss my target. Her hole seemed to be pulsing open and shut; like a small mouth trying to suck me erotically inside and I was more than willing to fill her.

Using one hand I aligned my penis with her arse and moved my hips slightly down and forward; my cock immediately sliding into the little furnace before being detained by her ring of sphincter muscles. I held still for a little while until Carol spoke.




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"Come on then Dad, push - gently!" she said so I did.

As I did so, my ultra-stiff penis slid past her inner ring and just sliced his way deep inside her; all eight inches suddenly becoming buried inside her bowels.

"Ooooh fuck," groaned Carol, "Shiiiiit, you're deep!"

"Sorry, sorry," I cried, pulling back somewhat, but Carol put her hand behind her to still my retreating cock.

"Wasn't complaining Dad, just wasn't expecting him to go in so nicely and so deep," she said, "Bloody hurt at first but its fine now; just don't push quite so deep for a while."

"Sorry darling," I said again, "Ok to move now?"

"God yes Dad," said Carol with enthusiasm, "You've got to make me come somehow!"

I chuckled with her as I now started to move inside her, enjoying the tightness and warmth and the difference between this hole and her vagina.

I reached down and around Carol and grasped her breasts; her nipples already rigid against the flattened grass. I squeezed them, enjoying the wonderful feeling of well-filled mammary glands and well-stimulated nipples, wondering idly how long it would be before her breasts would be leaking milk for our children.

'Not if I only cum in her arse!' I thought then remembered that I'd already filled her pussy today. It seemed a long time ago already...

Not that my cock cared - he was invigorated and rejuvenated from all the fabulous attention and access he'd had recently from my daughter and he now had every intention of filling her once more.

But for a while I simply slid in and out of her arsehole, liberally bathed in Carol's transferred pussy juices and the soothing cream, just feeling the sensations as our bodies enjoyed our coupling.

Gradually the tempo increased, my free hand now at her pussy, two fingers being buried deep in her vagina mimicking the action inside her other hole nearby.

Carol was groaning from time to time and kept reassuring me that she was fine and certainly she was exhibiting no signs of discomfort; just the opposite in fact!

Her hips were thrusting back against my penis; her arsehole was almost sucking at me and was definitely squeezing me hard while her pussy was clenching around my fingers and lubricating freely. Her breath was coming fast and jerky as she neared her orgasm...all I needed to do was to tickle her clit - and she was away!!

"Oh my God Daaaaaad!" she screamed, sending a flock of lapwings screaming in fright into the air, "I'm there already Dad - I'm there!"

I hardly knew which bit to concentrate on as her whole body was now one massive sex machine, everything I touched turned into an orgasm; every thrust brought another deep spasm of paroxysmic delight; every movement brought another groan of pleasure.

It couldn't last; I was working hard above her, sweating profusely in the hot sun as I powered my penis into her welcoming body; feeling my own orgasm rising through my body.

My movements became unsteady; my breath sharper and deeper until suddenly I knew I'd reached my tipping point - nothing could stop my eruption now!

"Ahhhhh, I'm cumming too!" I groaned as I pumped into her once again; "Yeah, yeah, oh yeahhhhh!"

I'm sure I could actually feel my penis swell and recoil. I'm sure I could really feel the blast of hot spunk as it erupted from my steely penis to coat her rectum. And I'm sure that Carol's body seemed to suck all my juices from me as I slowly powered down from my orgasm.

From sheer exhaustion I soon slid down from Carol's body, seeing her hole pulsing until it closed, leaving a small puddle of my white spunk to adorn her anus.

I collapsed in a heap beside her, Carol too flopping down to the grassy sward; her legs still apart and her hips still raised somewhat. I found some tissues for her and applied them where necessary, bring out a warm smile from my darling daughter.

"Dadddd," she said, with mock horror on her face, "Aren't you naughty! First of all you fuck your daughter's pussy and now you've fucked her arse too! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

"You're not my daughter now, you're my wife," I said, pretty well confirming what we'd approved of the other night, "All that's missing is the ring and we'll be legal."

Carol's eyebrows rose to question my logic but her eyes were smiling as were her lips.

"Agreed Dad," she said, "And I'm so glad you've had all of me. I'm all yours now, every bit of me."

We leaned together and kissed, gently at first but ever deeper until we wrapped our arms around each other and settled down for a long and sexy snog.

Our reverie was broken by the sounds of the lapwings as they began to return and we pulled apart to watch them wheeling down and gracefully landing, allowing us to count their numbers as they did so.

"There's well over forty of them," I said, "More than last year when there were just twenty-six."

"So someone's been having fun procreating!" said my daughter with a chuckle, "Our turn next!"

But that would come later - right now we needed to complete our survey as there were two other possible nest sites to check out.

So still disregarding my clothes, although Carol wore her knickers with a large wad of tissue held inside to catch her various leaks, we tramped off again, finally making the circuit and back to camp somewhere around seven that evening. We were knackered - for now!

I rustled up some grub; again nothing exciting in the way of food but nourishing nevertheless and we soon cleared our bowls and having cleaned up there was little to do until it was bedtime.

But that suited us; we were leg-weary and somewhat sunburnt; my cock had performed twice already today and both Carol's holes were a little sore from sweat, sexual exercise and from walking. Together we watched as evening drifted into the camp site; the late butterflies floating around; the birds calling as they began to roost - it was so peaceful that we'd have happily stayed here forever.

But, quite apart from work, sleep called and soon we were flat out on our airbeds, now side by side once again, our side-on experiment not having worked as well as we'd have liked. I don't even remember going to sleep apart from remembering that Carol and I were holding hands as we drifted...

I woke at some time during the night and turned; my eyes half open. No Carol!

Another outing for a pee I guessed and then I realised that I too might feel more comfy if I had a pee, so I got up and stepped outside. It was a warm, still, silent night with half a moon shining over us, so, having got my eyes accustomed to the low light, I walked off a few yards down the track and had a piss.

Now there was no real need to go too far just for a piss but I was curious as to where Carol had gone, so I kept going, soon approaching the stream.

And there in the moonlight was my naked daughter; crouched on all fours as she moaned and groaned and drove something up inside herself.

'Dirty bitch!' I thought to myself as I edged closer and closer, realising that I must be almost as dirty to want to spy on her!

But I couldn't resist and when I caught sight of the offending article and realised that it was that self-same carrot, I just had to take over!

"You horny cow!" I said quietly chuckling and making Carol jump and almost fall over in fright, "Couldn't you wait for me to wake up!?"

"Oh Daddy," she moaned, the carrot still up inside her pussy, "You made me so horny I couldn't sleep; you dropped off but I couldn't; I tingled all over inside and I just needed more, so I got up."

"So I see," I said as I dropped my boxers to reveal my thoroughly alert and ready penis. He looked good in the moonlight as it bathed him in a surreal light that seemed to enhance his size and length and which also caused the smudge of precum at his tip to gleam brightly.

"Ooh Dad, yessss, bring him here, lover," moaned Carol, now waggling her arse in the air as she knelt on all fours once more, "Put him inside me, quick!"

There was a sucking sound as the carrot was removed from her already hot and slippery pussy and mere moments later I'd spread her lube all over my knob and was slowly pushing it into her vibrant vagina.

"Oh God yessss Dad," she hissed, "Yesssss - lovely, oh God, that's what I needed!"

I sank easily inside and fucking her doggy-style I was now able to penetrate even further, feeling my knob bumping firmly against her cervix as I thrust into her. But she was loving the extra length; crying out happily each time my balls bounced against her body; each time my thighs thudded against the back of her thighs and her buttocks.

Steadily we worked away, both enjoying all the sexual arousal we could glean from our moonlight tryst, until I realised that Carol still held the carrot in one hand. I took it from her, eyeing its length and thickness. It was a little shorter that I was but almost as thick; it would do nicely!

Slowing my actions I eventually removed my cock, causing Carol to gasp, before I replaced my penis with the carrot. Lubricated by some of my saliva it slid in easily enough, until it was embedded completely. I worked it in and out for a while before I withdrew it - quickly replacing it with my rock hard penis again.

Carol's frantic body soon grasped my cock and began to love it as I powered it in and out once more but, eager to use the still-slippery fluids on the carrot I brought it to her arsehole.

Carol gasped as she realised my intentions but didn't seem fazed; instead her body merely seemed to gather force for a wild orgasm.

Grasping the slightly smaller end of the well-lubed vegetable I pushed the larger blunt end against her little indented puckered ring and suddenly it slid inside; quickly sliding some four or five inches into her!

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" cried Carol, making several birds leave their roosts in fright, "Oh fuuuuuck - oh God!"

"You ok?" I asked, my penis still well and truly buried in her pussy and she nodded.

"Just took me by surprise," she said, "Fine now; hurt a bit but its good now."

For a while I worked the two instruments up and out of her two holes, enjoying the hard, almost rough feeling as the carrot rubbed against my penis inside her and steadily we both rose towards our climaxes. My knees had dug a small hole in the leaf-litter that covered the ground as I banged my cock into her time after time until both Carol and I were on the brink.

"Ahhh, Ahhhh yesss - cumming, I'm cumming," cried Carol and I felt all her muscles spasmodically squeezing and sucking at me; even her arsehole seemed to be tightening up on the carrot as I slid it in and out.

"Oh God - it's big - I keep cumming!" Carol cried again, "Can't stop! Oh Godddd!" 

I was almost there when I decided to change things around.

Steadily I slid the carrot from her arsehole and discarded it, my fingers now sliding down between her cunt lips. Equally smoothly I slid my penis from her pussy and slotted it into her arsehole, where it was quickly engulfed by her quivering flesh.

Once again Carol was off on another orgasmic ride, screaming and yelling excitedly as she rode my hugely throbbing cock to yet another crescendo.

"Oh God! Oh God! Can't stopppppp!" she cried, "Oh I love it!"

At that moment I felt myself coming to the boil; time to fill her with my seed!

"Ok," I asked, not expecting a reply, "I'm cumming - ok?"

"Yes, yes - cum for me - fill my arse darling, fill every hole!" she panted wildly, "I want you so much!"

"And I want you, my lover," I cried as I pounded my ready-to-unload penis into her still lubricated arsehole, "Here it comes!"

A moment later and I had no alternative but to jerk violently, my penis thrusting hard into her and blasting out another generous offering of sperm to help fill her bowels again. Another one followed and several more by which time spunk was swilling out of her overfilled hole and dripping to the ground between her legs. Our thighs, her bum and my pubes were soaked with our overflowing secretions and I guessed that her anus must have been pumped full with all my cum.

I may not have managed to impregnate her tonight but we still had plenty of time to practice that!

Rather than worry about getting pregnant, Carol on the other hand was far more laid-back about it as she collapsed from under me and just rolled over onto her side. She was panting wildly and was just covered in sweat; not to mention the liberal sprays of sexual juices in various places. But she looked blissfully content laying there in the moonlight, so I had no worries as I stood up and went and bathed my hot and sticky penis in the cooling stream.

When I moved back beside her Carol rolled over onto her back and looked at me and my now-softened cock.

"Hard to think that that little thing could bring me so much pleasure," she said, causing me to arch my eyebrows.

"That little thing indeed," I quipped, "Big enough to satisfy you my lover."

"Mmmmm, definitely," cooed Carol seductively, "Fancy some more?"

But it was the middle of a short summer night and we'd be getting up again all too soon, so I reached down and hauled Carol to her feet.

"Come on darling, come and get clean; then we can grab a bit more kip first," I said, causing Carol's eyebrows to raise this time.

"Later then?" she asked cheekily and I pushed her into the shallow water by reply, Carol squeaking as the now chilly water splashed her body.

Soon we were back in our tent and very soon afterwards the only sounds coming from our camp might just have been one or other of us lightly snoring - we were worn out for now!

I'd planned a lazy day for the morrow, knowing that our excursion to the fields would be tiring but without expecting our nocturnal activities, so it was just as well that Carol was able to idle around, probably allowing her tender parts to be soothed by some fresh air and cooling cream - but certainly I hadn't expected her to be naked again all day.

"Why not?" she asked, "Getting to like this - might take up nudism one day!"

"Not on," I reminded her, "Cos every time I see you I get a hard-on and want to fuck you!"

"Come on then!" Carol retorted, holding her pussy open towards me, "Lunch is ready!"

Somehow I succeeded in passing up the generous offers she kept making; succeeding instead on getting all my studies around the camp completed. Virtually all my collecting bottles, sample bags and notebooks were filled now - we had one more outing to enjoy before we'd break camp at the end of the week.

"We're going rock climbing tomorrow," I told her as I showed her the map, "Where our little stream comes from there's a cliff face; only perhaps fifty feet high, on the side of the escarpment and a pair of peregrine falcons nest there - I want to get up and ring the babies, if any."

"Great," enthused Carol, "Done a bit of rock climbing; quite exciting, exhilarating in fact."

I agreed, explaining that because it was a regular site to which we, the scientists came, there was a small shack there complete with assorted climbing gear already on hand.

"Saves each of us lugging great heaps of rope around," I said, "Means we can travel light."

Together we accessed the Society's data about this peregrine falcon nest and watched some videos of the birds and of the climb to the nest. It wasn't an entirely easy climb but pegs and carabineers and other climbing aids had already been fixed to the rock, so even a comparative novice like Carol should be ok.

Night came and went unremarkably and for once we both slept uninterrupted either by the needs of the body or the lusts of the flesh and we both actually overslept a little, waking around six o'clock.

Our usual breakfast engulfed, we put our few requirements into my rucksack and headed off, a mere hour's easy march before us.

At least the path was clear to find and I let Carol lead the way, now finding myself getting all horny over the sight of her very desirable arse as she tripped lightly along.

Soon we'd arrived; the site being a flattish area in front of the cliff; a small cave from which issued the stream; a few small trees and shrubs and then the cliff itself, rearing what seemed remarkably steeply and high above us.

The little shed full of gear had a padlock but I had a key and soon we were piling up the gear we'd need. I got both of us into body harnesses, for Carol's safety and also because I might need both hands to hold and ring the chicks, so I'd want to hang free on the rope...and soon we were ready.

Carol climbed first so that she didn't get my dirt and dust in her eyes - my cap would protect me, I hoped - and she climbed steadily until she was above the nest and out of the way.

"Yes - two youngsters," she said, "Ok, I'm secured. All clear..."

I climbed up as well and it wasn't all that long before I'd reached her level and then I sidled along until I was on the nest ledge and a little while later I'd successfully fixed marker rings round the chicks' legs and taken all their vital statistics for the records.

Carol had been watching my actions while secured a little bit above the ledge and off above our climbing pitch and now she remained there while I abseiled quickly down to the ground.

"Clear!" I yelled and I heard Carol call out "Ok! On my way!"

I had a safety rope from her securing point to the ground which I now held to assist her descent; Carol not yet being used to abseiling and gradually I let her down and down.

As she neared me I enjoyed the view; straight up virtually between her legs and up into her warm grotto and I could also see, thanks to her loose t-shirt, a whole lot of under-boob, to my great and rising delight.

But not ten or so feet from the ground and there was a dull 'chunk'; an anchoring piton or pin popped out of it's secure fixing in the rock face and Carol squeaked!

And suddenly she was spun upside down; one rope tangled around her body; another around one leg as she hung there; swaying from side to side, her legs apart. I managed to damp out her movements but now as I looked up I could see that her loose t-shirt had slid to her neck, revealing both her lovely breasts, albeit upside down, and despite her predicament I found my penis quickly stiffening with excitement.

"Hang on love, you're safe darling," I called out to reassure her, then I explained what had happened.

"I'll come up and see what I can best do - stay there," I called out and Carol managed to laugh anyway.

"I'm not going anywhere like this!" she quipped - thank heavens she was still cheerful.

Soon I was above her trying to see where the actual problem was and it seemed that when the pin gave way tension had flipped on her harness and the whole thing had locked up, with the loose rope twining itself around her.

I tried to free her but her weight on the rope held things taut and I realised that I needed to at least get her down to my level before I could effectively release her.

So, climbing down past her, not forgetting in passing to have a loving feel of her scrumptious breasts I worked my way to the ground once more.

"Won't be long sweetheart," I said as I started to lower her down - but it wasn't easy because the guide rope was tangled in the mess as well, but eventually I got her so that she was hanging with her outstretched hands a mere foot or so off the ground - but still completely inverted and I just couldn't get the rope to ease off any more.

Now I could see where the problem was; a hitched pair of ropes more or less around her waist that wouldn't allow either rope to move but at least I could unwind the one from around her leg.

"Fuckin' ropes," I said, "Got one though..."

As I unwound the rope her legs just fell apart - probably because of the sudden lack of tension holding her leg upright - and suddenly I was faced with my darling daughter's upturned pussy, lightly clad inside her shorts and knickers, one of her lips visible. I had to do something - to it!




A Wild Time with My Daughter! Ch. 03



But decency overcame me and realising that if I could lift my daughter up, I'd probably be able to ease the tension and undo the ropes.

"Hang on love, nearly there but I've got to lift you up a bit," I explained as I grasped her around her waist, pulling her legs upright. 

Then I lifted her - but the first thing that gave way was the clasp on her shorts yet again and seconds later I was clutching them as they slid to her knees and caught there.

'Damn,' I thought, but actually it was better than that because now my daughter's lovely pussy was right in front of my face clad only in an almost sheer pair of thin knickers. I was quivering with so much excitement that it was all I could do to put my hands on her knickers and pull them up and off, along with her shorts!

"Hey," called Carol softly, "Who said you could?"

"Sorry darling - couldn't resist you!" I replied.

I gently released her, and Carol's legs just spread open and now I had an entirely unfettered view and access to her private parts, her knickers and shorts hooked in the rope that was around her leg.

I knew I just couldn't hold back, despite the plight of my daughter, and I simply placed my hands about her waist and dived in, head first!

Her whole pussy was spread wide apart; her lips were reddened with excitement I guess and were glossy with juices. Her little hole was closed but I knew exactly where it was and her proud clitoris was bare before me, my lips now merely inches from it.

I lowered my mouth to her pussy and I heard Carol cry out as I touched her but her cry was obviously one of delight rather than horror.

I grasped her clit and chewed gently on it bringing forth more noises from Carol - noises that said that she was enjoying my efforts, so I redoubled them and now that her clit was nicely aroused I moved over her luscious lips, gathering up the delicious nectar before moving to her core, her hole, from whence came the fountain of lustful juices.

I settled my tongue in her hole, sliding it in and out and making Carol's body shake and squirm as she was held in place by the ropes.

"Oh my God, you bastard!" she called out, "Not fair, not fair!"

"What's not fair," I replied, lifting my mouth from her honey trap for a moment or two.

"I want you too, I want you," she cried.

Ah - problem seen and quickly solved!

Carol was faced inwards to the rock face so she could grasp a bolted-in handhold that had been set near the base of the cliff but therefore she was facing away from me.

Easily I spun her around and stopped her rotation as she faced me - problem solved!

"Sorry lover," I apologised, "Just didn't think!"

"Better," said Carol, "Much better in fact!"

Because now she was face-to-face with my groin and it was the work of just a few moments to undo my shorts and let them and my boxers fall to the ground and right now my case-hardened steel spike was fit to drive into anything!

Instead of something hard, something soft met my penis - Carol's delightful and talented mouth and I nearly drove my shaft right down her throat with excitement.

Fortunately I heard Carol choke slightly and I realised my error and soon we were both purring as her mouth worked on me and my mouth on her.

The trouble was though that I was so worked up now that I was going to blow my load very quickly. I'd been enjoying various visions of Carol's exposed parts all morning and somehow the ropes brought out a whole new degree of eroticism in me and perhaps in Carol as well.

She too seemed to be even more turned-on than usual; her pussy was simply dribbling with her juices which were, despite the best efforts of my tongue and mouth, trickling down both her arse crack and her belly; she'd look a real mess when she finally got untangled.

Carol now had managed to get a hand to work on my cock as well and she was going to bring me off in record time, so I quickly returned to my pleasurable task; returning at once to her little clit. I rubbed it with my tongue; I caressed it with my lips; I nibbled it with my teeth until Carol was jerking furiously on her rope; her mouth sliding on and off my cock as she moved.

Suddenly Carol's inner lust erupted - suddenly she was coming - squirming around like a demented acrobat as her body undertook an orgasmic feast.

"Dadddy, dadddddy," she yelled, "You're making me cum all over! I can't stop - cant...!"

But she still managed to retain my cock in her mouth despite all her cries and somehow I felt her sucking increase and now it was my turn.

"Yessss darling," I groaned as I felt the final gathering of my orgasm, "Here it cummmmms!"

I actually heard my first squirt of cum splash into her open mouth before she closed it better to vacuum up the ensuing flood of spunk.

Carol hummed happily as I panted heavily above her and emptied my balls into her mouth to be eagerly swallowed. Around my head, Carol's legs now tightened, holding me tight to her wet pussy, providing her with some gentle post-orgasmic pleasures. The wonderful aroma of a superheated pussy filled my nostrils and scent glands and I felt my cock jerking, expectant of more action but it seemed only fair to release my lovely daughter as soon as possible now so I patted her bare bum and told her to let me go.

Her legs parted and with no garments in the way I was now able to hold her better and lift her more easily - and it was the work of just a few minutes to ease the tension on the knots, buckles and ropes and to ease her to the ground...the right way up.

"You are so wicked!" Carol said to me a few moments later, a massive grin on her face, "Taking advantage of me like that!"

"Thought it was fifty-fifty actually," I replied, "I seem to remember you enjoying yourself too!"

She jumped into my arms and we hugged and kissed lovingly for a while, until we both realised that we were still naked from the waist down and that my penis was once again rising to look for some more action.

"No - not now," she chided him, "We've got other things to do. Now put him away Dad,"

While I did so she too got dressed and eventually we also replaced all the climbing gear in the hut and locked the door.

"Ok - ready to go?" I asked and Carol nodded.

"Yes, my darling Daddy," she said, linking arms with me, "Anywhere you say."

With that we headed off and back to camp; another day's work done, although once again, not without it's pitfalls and delights.

And this time, once we were at the camp we both stripped off completely and walked down to the stream where we simply played and bathed in the lovely water, our days of happy freedom quickly coming to an end.

Time that night for one last lusty coupling during which Carol seemed to open up ever wider and deeper to me and I in turn filled her with several very generous loads of my hot sperm - both of us somehow longing for her to be pregnant as soon as possible. 

We were deeply in love and nothing else mattered...

But finally our week away ended and despite being almost unable to load everything we had with us - although we'd eaten all the food - onto the two rucksacks, we eventually managed to make it back to the car and then to home. We were too tired that day to bother with unpacking; that could all wait for the weekend.

Carol moved herself into my room, leaving only a shell of herself behind, just in case of accidental discoveries by visitors and from then on we slept together every night; often woven into a net almost as tight as the ropes that had snared her.

And somehow she didn't manage to get pregnant at once; but as it happened that was a blessing in disguise.

As we'd considered, I applied for an overseas posting and inside a month there was a vacancy in a far-flung exotic place that I won't tell you about because it's so well guarded by conservation groups. There we set up home - me as the resident conservation manager-cum-scientist and my now-wife as my paid secretary...not that she ever did much more for me than to sharpen my own flesh-and-blood pencil!

Didn't matter anyway - she was soon the mother to our twins - and they'll be brought up like us, to love and enjoy wildlife to the very full.