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 Title: A Wild Time with My Daughter!  Ch.  01


Summary: Ants in her pants!


Keywords: inc,fic





   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.

   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!"

   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.



   to be continued....


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