SLEEPING BAGS

Karen stared at the ceiling of the tent and listened to the pounding rain. She cowered inside her sleeping bag when a flash of lightning lit up her little world. How long would the storm last, she asked herself. Why didn't it go away and let her sleep?

The sleeping bag was pulled up to her chin. Karen wasn't cold, just scared. She'd always been scared of thunder and lightning. Now she was outside in a tent, her father Richard apparently sleeping soundly a couple feet beside her in his own sleeping bag. Karen knew this was no way for a nineteen year old to be acting.

Her father invited her along on the weeklong bike tour of central Ohio and Karen was happy that he asked. She also felt obligated to go, to make Dad happy.

But on this second night into the tour she'd give anything to be in her bed back home. Another flash was followed almost immediately by a clap of thunder. It made her shiver. Each one was closer, and brighter, and louder.

She inched closer to her father. Karen remembered when she was much younger and could crawl into her parents' bed for safety. They would hug her and bury her under the covers. She wanted that now.

The day had been very hot and it wasn't until the sun went down that the tent was bearable even just to sit in. Now with the humidity of the storm, both occupants of the tent had their sleeping bags unzipped. Karen looked over at the dark outline of her father's body. She pulled her sleeping bag with her as she rolled closer to him.

Karen wanted his arms around her like before, but knew it couldn't be. She felt like she was living in a time warp somewhere between childhood and adulthood. The uncertainty of what to do almost overweighed her fear of the storm.

The next bolt of lightning decided the issue. Karen scooted until the front of her body touched her father's back. She put her left arm around his waist.

Karen wore a t-shirt and panties, her father a pair of boxers. But that was of little concern to her at the moment. The feel of his skin on her arm already began to soothe her. She moved so that their bodies followed the same curve and she hugged tighter.

That's when she felt him move for the first time. Karen lifted her arm a little; ready to pull away from her father if she had to. Instead, he raised his head for an instant and then put his hand on Karen's arm. She watched him put his head back down before moving closer to him again.

They stayed this way until the storm eventually blew over. With the thunder a distant disturbance, Karen concentrated on the sound of the rain again as it hit the roof of the tent.

Her face was nearly touching her father's back and she could smell his skin. Lightly, she allowed her cheek to touch him. A few moments later she was asleep.

When Karen awoke her head was on her father's shoulder and he was lying on his back. Her arm was still outstretched across his stomach. One of her legs lay gently on top of one of his.

The silence outside the tent was outdone only by the darkness inside it. The calmness of it all was like a prayer answered.

Karen moved her arm to pull her sleeping bag up over her body when she accidentally brushed against her father's boxers. The suddenness of it made her flinch, but something else made her want to do it again. She was certain her hand grazed over a very long and hard cock.

Light snoring by her father persuaded Karen he must still be asleep. Could she risk touching there again and not wake him up? She couldn't resist. Her left hand moved silently above her father's boxers and came to rest on top of the material. Yes. This time she was sure of what she felt.

Karen let her hand remain on the hard shaft, pressing down just slightly. She could feel the warmth penetrating through his thin boxers. Then she moved her hand up until finding the tip of his cock. He was big, she thought. Or at least long. Her curiosity forced her to softly move her hand down and her fingers to wrap around the cock.

Her heart pumped wildly as she gripped it. A change in her father's breathing caused her to let go of the cock and let her hand hover an inch above it. She held her own breath before relaxing again.

Karen's mind raced. She felt so close to her father—the way she did on those stormy nights long ago. Only now she also felt like a woman wanting to comfort him like he did her. Guilt crept into her thinking. Didn't she owe him this? Wouldn't it simply show how much she loved him?

Her hand touched it again. This time the opening in his boxers allowed her palm to actually touch his skin. She nearly moaned out loud. It was wonderful and warm and hard. Karen maneuvered her hand inside the fly and let her fingers lay across his cock. She smiled when it twitched.

Then she gripped it at the midpoint of the shaft. Richard opened his eyes. He could see the top of his daughter's dark blonde hair on his shoulder. Otherwise, the darkness of the night made everything in the tent invisible.

He didn't need light to feel what was happening. His erection was in Karen's small, warm hand and he didn't want to move. Her fingers tightened their grip on his cock and Richard clamped his eyes shut.

It felt so good despite being so wrong. He wanted to say something because it was very nice having her so close to him. But there was nothing he could think to say that would allow her to continue her exploration of his body in such an innocent way.

They continued on in silence. Karen suspected now that her father was awake. The muscles in his body reacted to each movement of her hand, but she was afraid to look up at him.

Her hand rose back out of her father's boxers, with his cock in tow. She could barely make it out in the din of the tent. The swollen head loomed above her hand and she wished she could see it better.

Karen let go of the cock and let it lay on top of his boxers. With slow motion precision she ran her fingers over the length of the cock's underside. Her father sucked in a lungful of air and tried not to move. Both were now fully aware of the other.

The young woman ran a finger up and down the shaft on the top and both sides. Then two fingers. This time she hovered over the tip and felt the hot, rough skin and the slit at the end.

Each moment that she was allowed to touch him made her want him more. She could feel the sensitivity of her nipples growing along with the wetness between her legs. Karen was being drawn to her father's cock by a power she couldn't understand. She wanted it so she could make him happy the same way he had comforted her. And she wanted it because she needed it.

Karen considered turning away from her father and pretending later it never happened. Instead, she found her head sliding down his chest and his cock looming larger before her.

She held it once more in her hand, stroking it a couple times to feel the entire thing. This time Karen felt it throb and rise from his boxers in full erection. She was thrilled by this and dreaded the thought that at any moment he could stop her.

Karen's body slid lower. Now her head was on his stomach and she was within inches of the cock. A second later her head was next to it, close enough to touch it if she pulled it down to her lips.

She did.

Karen kissed the tip of her father's cock. Then licked it once. It was magnificent. This wasn't the lust she felt when she did this to the boys she knew. This was loving her father in the physical sense.

The woman prayed he would let her continue. She licked all around the tip of his cock before sliding the head between her lips. It was at this point that she felt his hand on her head for the first time. He was lightly brushing her hair over her ears as she held his cock in her mouth.

This only heightened her desire and she took more of the cock inside her mouth. Karen moaned with pleasure as she felt the thick shaft between her lips and on her tongue. She licked it feverishly and tasted the precum oozing from the tip.

Now she used her hand on the base of her father's cock and her mouth on the rest of it to begin pleasing him in earnest. Richard laid his arms by his side and let Karen have her way. Eventually his hand found her back and he followed the material of her t-shirt down to her waist. But he made no effort to touch anything else.

His mind went blank when the urgency of his sexual desires overcame his guilt and shame. If he stopped Karen now it would only increase the embarrassment for both of them. And he didn't want her to stop anyway.

He heard Karen's whimpering as she worked on his cock. They were sounds of pleasure…of satisfaction.

Her lips wrapped tighter around her father's cock when she felt his body respond. Richard's hips rose and fell as he began to fuck Karen's mouth. His hand came back to her head and she answered by taking him deeper.

This time it was Richard that groaned.

"Yeah, baby. That's it," he said to her. "Yes. Yes."

Karen pumped the base of his cock furiously when his body stiffened beneath her. He cried out once more before telling her he was ready to cum.

The first spurt of cum hit the top of her mouth as both father and daughter let out lustful groans. Richard drove his cock up to Karen's mouth as if he were thrusting inside a tight cunt. She took shot after shot of his cum until it spilled out onto her chin and back down to his cock. Half a dozen times he sprayed cum into her and she wanted more.

Karen felt her pussy rub against his leg and knew that she, too, would cum if she kept it up. But she could wait. This was about making Dad happy and thanking him for being there.

Soon he twitched with each lick of the cock's tip, but could cum no more. He panted from the exertion and threw his arms back down to the floor. Karen let the limp cock slide back inside his boxers with one last kiss.

She wiped her face with her t-shirt before laying her head back on her father's chest.

"God, honey. That was…uh, you…," he stammered.

"Dad, it's OK. Thank you for making me feel better during the storm."

The tent was silent. "What storm? When?" he asked.

"Tonight. Geez. I knew you slept through it," Karen said.

Richard laughed, which made Karen laugh and she moved up to his shoulder, kissing him on the side of the face.

They hugged and Richard felt his daughter's body press hard against his. Despite what had just happened, he felt a twinge of desire. He suppressed the craving to grab her ass, which he would have done to her mother in a similar moment.

"Stay here if you want," he told her.

"Ok," she said.

Karen wondered what he was really thinking. She wondered if it would ever happen again. She wondered what he would feel like inside her.

That's when she decided to stop asking herself questions she couldn't answer and get some sleep.

They awoke in a couple hours with the rising sun shining brightly against the side of the tent. They were facing away from each other, but close enough to touch if they wanted to.

Richard got up first, changing into his cycling clothes while Karen was turned the other way. Years of modesty were not changed by one night's events apparently.

Karen rolled over about the time her father was done tying his shoes. They smiled at each other and Richard studied the girl's long legs, exposed clear to her panties. He remembered the feel of her legs on his in the middle of the night.

"I'll let you get dressed," he said, heading for the front of the tent.

Karen didn't stop him. She didn't know what to say that would sound genuine. She watched him slide out of the tent and pull the zipper back down behind him.

The young woman rummaged in her duffle bag for a pair of cycling shorts and a tank top. When she was dressed she stood on her knees on the tent floor and straightened the straps to her top. She looked down at her partially concealed breasts. They pressed against the material proudly, still yearning for the touch she desired last night. Maybe tonight…

She joined her father outside the tent and they prepared to pack everything before moving on to the next stop on their tour.

Any fear that either of them might have concerning comments by the other was unfounded. Neither was ready or willing to discuss what happened. Richard was still debating how to show his appreciation to his daughter. Karen was unsure of her father's interpretation of her actions. Both felt closer to the other.

The day's ride was hillier than the day before. Karen felt stronger on the bike, which her father told her was common on weeklong rides. By Friday, he assured her, he would have trouble keeping up with her. She doubted that.

Richard found it easier to put his hand on Karen's shoulder, or back, as they walked at food stops or at sightseeing attractions. Her body seemed more accessible too him now, although he couldn't guarantee that she felt the same way. They simply were more at ease with each other when, in fact, the opposite could have easily been the case.

By the end of the day's ride it was obvious neither was going to demand an explanation from the other about the previous night. Implied approval was perfectly fine with both of them.

Father and daughter both thought during the day about the upcoming night. It might be crucial as to how the situation would be handled for the rest of their lives. What they didn't know was that they were hoping for the same thing and their actions would prove it.

They camped at a county fairground. The good news was this meant a lot of wide-open spaces and tents were not on top of each other. Richard staked out a semi-shady spot on the fringe of the fairground and the tent was up within minutes. After their showers, they began the tedious task of killing the afternoon hours until it was time to eat dinner.

Once again, the midday heat prevented use of the tent until almost nine o'clock in the evening. But the humidity level was down and the cyclists were inside the tent reading about the next day's ride before sunset.

With no TV or computer to keep Karen occupied, she found herself laying on top of her sleeping bag watching the lightning bugs land on the outside of the tent, their bellies flashing methodically. Voices could be heard in the distance.

She may have slept for a short while because she opened her eyes again to a darker tent. Not the pitch-blackness of the night before, but a gloom where only shapes could be discerned.

Her father was on top of his sleeping bag, on his back. He wore boxers. Karen quietly lifted her shirt over her head and felt the cool air rush over her bare breasts. She lay back down and stared up at the roof, her fingers sliding over her nipples. She took a deep breath and opened her shorts. With one motion, she lowered her shorts and panties simultaneously.

Karen felt an incredible sense of relief flow through her. At that moment she wanted the tent to be drowned in light so that her father could see her in her nakedness…in her state of complete desire for him.

She looked over at him. Karen was stunned to see him looking right back at her. Only three or four feet separated them and clearly the outline of her naked body was visible to him.

Richard was the first to move. He slid off his sleeping bag and onto the tent's floor, close enough to put his hand on Karen's stomach. He lay on his side as his finger traced around her navel, then upward.

Karen closed her eyes. She felt the finger inch higher and enter the gap between her breasts. Finally, it touched her right breast and moved toward the nipple. Richard traced around it, too, purposely avoiding it. Then his hand moved down the side of her breast and around the bottom.

With an easy movement she wasn't expecting, her father put his hand on top of her breast. He cupped it and pushed it higher on her chest, filling his palm with it. After one quick squeeze, he repeated the process with her other breast.

Now he was right next to her, close enough for her to hear him breathing. She looked at him, just in time to see his face move to her right breast and his lips to touch her. He kissed her breast gently and licked it one time.

With one hand on her left breast, Richard took her other nipple in his mouth. A surge of electricity ran through her as Karen felt her father's tongue flick over and around her nipple. He eagerly sucked on it while massaging the other breast.

Karen never wanted him to stop. This was incredible. She may have moaned out loud but her mind was beyond paying attention to that. Her hand was on her father's head, pulling him closer to her. If he could have taken her entire breast in his mouth, he would have. And she would have let him. Their mutual lust could be heard in the sounds of his lips and tongue slurping at the young woman's breast and her anxious, guttural replies.

At some point Karen's hand made contact with his cock. She did not hesitate to find the opening to his boxers and pull out the hardening shaft. Karen squeezed it tightly and felt it respond. A minute later she was on the verge of cumming and Richard's erection was complete.

Karen fumbled with the waistband of his boxers, trying to lower them herself. When their bodies would not allow her to continue, Richard backed away and sat on the tent floor. Soon the boxers were out of sight in a corner of the tent.

He turned back toward his daughter and lowered himself onto her, half of his body covering half of hers. She felt the hard cock press against her leg as he sucked on her left breast. Not wanting to say anything in the midst of their passion, Karen gently put her hand on her father's hip and pressed against him hard enough for him to understand her intentions. He complied by climbing on top of her.

The young woman spread her legs slightly, allowing Richard to slide between them. He kissed his way up to Karen's neck. Karen felt the tip of his cock slide past the entrance to her pussy in the process.

She was wet. He was hard. She wanted him inside her.

One of Karen's hands grasped the cock near the tip and pulled it towards her. She moved it into position and waited. Richard felt the tip enter her. He heard Karen gasp quietly before pushing again, inserting half of his cock.

In one continuous motion, he entered her completely, their bodies contacting each other at the hips. Slowly Richard lowered himself onto his daughter's soft, warm body. He felt her breasts against his chest and he heard her breathing hard and fast.

She was the first to move her body. It rose to meet his and then fell back onto her sleeping bag again. Soon afterwards, Richard began sliding his cock in and out of Karen's pussy with the ease of people who had made love for years and years.

They held each other tight for a few seconds before Richard's hands slid beneath Karen and onto her ass. He pulled her up and thrust into her with more energy, squeezing her little ass cheeks until she moaned.

Karen lifted her legs and wrapped them around her father's waist. Now she felt totally filled by his cock. Each time he pushed into her the sound of their skin slapping together and their sighs filled the tent.

Karen moved one hand between them and played with her clit. Occasionally she let her hand touch his cock as it moved in and out of her. This only made her father harder and closer to cumming.

Perhaps they would have an opportunity another time to make love, but for now this was pure fucking. The desires that began the night before built to a point where both Karen and Richard needed a release. They found it in each other in that dark tent.

Richard tried desperately to wait for his daughter to cum. Karen's first thought was making her father cum. Richard couldn't wait any more.

He held his face close to her ear and told her he was about to cum. She urged him on and rubbed her clit harder. She felt his cock throb inside her and his entire body tremble. Richard drove into Karen one more time and held his cock deep inside her cunt.

Cum began pouring out of his cock and he grunted loudly with repeated, quick stabs into her.

"Ohhh. Yes, Dad. Come on. Cum inside me," Karen said.

Her words alone caused him to cum a couple more times. Just as he was about to finish, Karen began her own orgasm. Richard held her tightly by the hips and plunged his cock into her as far as he could. Karen's hands played with her nipples as she felt her body explode. They rolled over her sleeping bag and she continued to cum in waves.

Richard stayed inside his daughter as long as he could. When it was over they held each other tightly. They both knew it wasn't the last time they would be together like this.

They spent the remainder of the night exploring each other with fingers and lips and tongues. Richard found out his daughter loved to have her nipples licked and sucked. Karen learned her father got hard by sliding his cock across her naked ass.

It rained the final night of the tour. Karen wasn't afraid any more.

Karen and her father talked at length the days following their first sexual encounter. Neither was embarrassed about the affair nor were they hesitant to express their desire for it to happen again. They understood the consequences and, as long as they both agreed, wanted to explore their love for each other even further.

Karen was old enough, at twenty, to realize she had no right to expect her father to be her regular sexual partner. But their experience in the tent in the middle of the night during a weeklong bicycle tour was so extraordinary that she felt an attraction to him beyond anything she had ever felt with any other man.

Now, with a total understanding of each other's feelings, she was even more eager to pursue a relationship with her father, Richard. He, of course, had initial reservations about having sex with his daughter. But her athletic body and energetic lovemaking made it nearly impossible to resist.

When they dressed in the morning and he watched her put on her tight tank top and figure hugging cycling shorts it was hard for him to pack up the tent and get on the bike for another day of riding. Her hair fell out the back of her helmet and onto her shoulders, flowing gently in the wind. As he rode next to Karen and looked over at her, he had a new appreciation for her youth and beauty.

They rode for the first hour or so with some occasional chatter about the scenery. It would be another hour before they got to the first food stop. They spent very little time there before getting back on the bikes and continuing their journey.

The day's route was highlighted by several covered bridges, some of which required short side trips off the main route. Karen, more than her father, was interested in the bridges and they ended up seeing them all.

It was the third one that offered Karen the opportunity she had been waiting for all morning. The little country road they traveled to get to the bridge was bordered on each side by thick woods of maple and elm trees. Undergrowth made the visibility into the woods difficult at best. At times, anything beyond thirty feet off the road was blocked from view.

As the pair reached the crest of a small hill on a dirt road leading to a bridge, Karen looked in both directions and saw no other bikes. Immediately ahead and on the right was a path carved into the woods by farm equipment.

"Dad. Let's go down here," Karen said.

Richard didn't ask his daughter why. He thought he knew where they were headed...or at least he hoped he knew.

He followed Karen onto the path, which eventually fell over the side of the hill and started down into the deepest part of the woods. Before long, the road behind them was out of sight.

Karen looked back at her father, then the wooded hill behind him.

"Let's stop here," she said, pulling her bike off to the side of the path.

Richard stopped behind her and got off his bike. He waited for her to take the lead. She walked her bike into the woods and found a ten-foot square patch of smooth grass and ground hugging weeds. There, they rested their bikes against trees.

"I hope you have a good reason for dragging me back into these woods," Richard said with a smile.

Karen was taking off her helmet and shaking out her hair, fluffing it with her hands. Richard couldn't help but watch her breasts shake inside her low cut top as she tried to put her hair back in place.

"Is sex a good enough reason?" Karen walked towards her father with a lustful look in her eye he had never seen before. He felt his cock begin to push against his shorts. Then her body was pressed against his and she was stretching up to kiss him.

He put his arms around her and slid his hands down her back onto her ass as they kissed. He pulled her up, feeling her shorts rub against the front of his own, grinding against his cock as it hardened. A few seconds later, his hands were inside the back of Karen's shorts touching her cool skin. Richard clutched at the flesh, squeezing it in his hands and listening to her moans as they kissed.

Karen had wanted her father's cock ever since their first encounter in the sleeping bags of their tent. She placed her hand on the outside of his shorts, easily feeling the outline of his cock through the thin material. The young woman rubbed it with her palm. Another two inches, she thought, and the head would be sticking out the top of the shorts.

"Oh, Daddy. I want you to fuck me right here. Now."

"Anything you want, hon. I'll do anything you want," Richard said.

He put his hands at the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up, exposing the firm breasts he tasted for the first time a couple nights earlier. He yanked the top over Karen's head and let the shirt fall to the ground.

She waited for him to admire, then lightly touch, her breasts. Karen's fingers touched her father's cock as she concentrated on his hands playing with her nipples. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung slightly open while Richard squeezed her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

"I love that," she sighed. "Please don't stop."

Her father placed his mouth over her left breast at the same time that her hand slid inside the front of his shorts and gripped his cock. It throbbed in her palm, extending to a full erection while she stroked it.

Richard passionately sucked and licked her breast. His hand pushed it up to his lips and he wanted to devour the entire thing. Twice they almost lost their balance as he pressed his face against her chest and she clung to his cock.

Karen was losing patience. She put both hands on the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down to free his raging cock. She could only reach a little way and the shorts clung to his legs just below his ass. Karen, however, now had free access to the cock she loved so much and wrapped her fingers tightly around it.

"Please. Fuck me, Daddy. I want you in me," Karen said.

Richard backed away from the breasts he was sucking and allowed his daughter to lower his shorts while he pulled off his shirt. This time it was Karen's turn to stare at his body, particularly the long, hard shaft of Richard's cock. It pointed upward at a forty-five degree angle, begging for attention. She touched it again.

"Turn around, honey," Richard told her.

Karen smiled up at him and did as she was told.

"Take off your shorts."

Richard watched as his daughter gracefully pulled down her biking shorts and stepped out of them. Her beautiful, round ass was pale compared to her well-tanned legs and back. When Karen stood back up, her father stepped forward and traced around her ass with his fingers. Then put it in his hands and squeezed gently.

Karen moaned when she felt the stiffness of his cock press against first one cheek, then the other. She took in a deep breath as her father rested his cock in the crack between her cheeks, letting the tip rub against her back.

"Lean against that tree," Richard said, nudging Karen toward a large tree in front of her.

The girl gladly took a couple steps forward, then leaned the rest of the way with her palms ending up flat against the rough bark a few inches above her head.

"Spread your legs, honey."

Richard's hands were on Karen's hips, pulling her toward him as she put her legs a little more than shoulder width apart. She arched her back to lean against the tree and still thrust her ass back to her father.

She could feel the moisture building around her pussy. Her desire to be fucked by Richard was soon to be fulfilled once again, this time in a manner she'd never experienced before. But she trusted him completely.

Her father was shaking by the time he positioned his cock at the entrance to Karen's vagina. The sight of her smooth ass ready to cushion his thrusts into her nearly made him ram his cock into her uncontrollably. But he maintained enough self-control to smoothly and gently push in the tip of his cock, then half of it.

"Oh, God. Daddy. Yes," Karen sighed.

Soon, his legs met her ass and he was completely inside her. Richard's balls fell against his daughter's skin and he stood still, appreciating the wonderful feeling of being engulfed by her tight pussy.

"Please fuck me. Hard, Daddy. Fuck me hard."

Karen's fingers dug into the bark of the tree as Richard began to do just that. The sound of their fucking could be heard echoing in the trees around them. Sweat began to drip off Richard's face and onto his daughter's back.

Neither of them wanted to cum too quickly. The feeling was beyond their expectations of how good sex could be. Karen felt as if the cock extended halfway up her body. Richard never had a cunt grip him as tightly as Karen's did, despite an abundance of juices from within her.

When her father placed his hands on her breasts, Karen reached between her legs and began to play with her engorged clit. She moaned with nearly each plunge of his cock into her cunt, leaning against the tree with one hand and manipulating her clit with the other.

Richard squeezed her breasts roughly before concentrating on her erect nipples. He was learning that each tweak of the nipples brought a tighter closing of her cunt around his cock until he couldn't be squeezed any tighter.

"That's it, baby," Richard said. "Cum for me. I want to hear you cum."

Karen wasn't sure that she wasn't about to scream at the top of her lungs. This was the best sex she had ever had and was on the verge of her most intense orgasm. All her wishes to prolong it were being shattered by his hands on her breasts.

"I'm cumming, Dad. I'm cumming."

Karen rubbed her clit wildly and listened to the sound of her father's legs smacking against her thighs and ass. It was almost as if he were spanking her. And she loved it.

"Oh, God. Oh...Daddy. Yes. I'm cumming."

The young woman placed both hands firmly on the tree and cried out. The next few seconds were lost as she began to cum. Her father grabbed her by the hips once more and frantically thrust his cock into her over and over.

Karen screamed with joy as her orgasm built and climaxed, only to repeat the process again and again. Her legs nearly crumbled beneath her as all her strength was put into completing another orgasm. A tear dripped down her cheek as she finished her last orgasm.

Then she heard her father make a grunting noise behind her that instantly brought her back to reality. She squeezed her cunt as tight as she could and absorbed the most vicious of his many hard thrusts into her. That's when she felt the first gush of warm cum flow into her.

"Ohhh....Karen," Richard gasped.

Another spurt of cum entered his daughter's cunt each time he slammed into her. She spread her legs farther apart and tried to accept even more of his cock, which was impossible. Their bodies would not allow him to go any deeper than he already was.

Cum seeped out of her cunt and dripped slowly down the inside of her thigh. Still, he continued to fill her. After the last of his cum had flowed from his balls through his cock, it remained hard. Richard kept it inside his young daughter to enjoy the sensation of her cunt gripping his shaft.

Finally, he pulled out. Karen nearly collapsed against the tree, totally spent. She turned to face her father and they kissed, Richard's semi-rigid cock crushed between their bodies.

"That was wonderful," Karen whispered. "Thank you."

"You are wonderful," her father answered. "And you pick out wonderful spots. I hope you'll be keeping your eyes open."

Karen laughed and assured him she would as they began to dress. Moments later they were back on the main tour amid the other three thousand riders.

In fact, Karen did keep her eyes open and twice more during the week the pair split from the rest of the cyclists and fucked, once behind an abandoned barn and once next to a small stream in the woods. Each one felt more relaxed and natural than the one preceding it.

At night, in the relative privacy of their tent, Karen grew fond of taking her father in her mouth and swallowing the loads of cum he unloaded into her, or watching him finish himself off and cum all over her breasts.

All in all she was very glad he asked her along on the ride.

Neither one said anything, but both of them thought about what would happen when they got back home. Certainly, they didn't want it to end. Karen was afraid of getting caught by her mother, but her father could have eased some of her fears. Richard suspected that if he presented the facts to his wife in the correct way she would accept the relationship.

Karen's parents, like most parents, lived a life their kids actually knew little about. Their sex lives were private from their kids and they had desires and fantasies just like everyone else. Richard and his wife, Carol, used to talk about swapping with couples they socialized with, but never had the nerve to follow through on it. Often, Carol would tell Richard to make believe she was the wife of another man when they made love. Or they would mutually masturbate and watch each other, talking about how exciting it would be if other couples were with them.

Karen, of course, knew nothing of these things and dared not imagine them. She agreed to let her father talk to her mother. Whatever happened, he promised, would not affect them.

Two days after they got home from the bike ride Karen still had not talked to her father about their future. She was going to give it another couple days when her mother sat next to her on the couch in the evening while they watched TV. Richard had gone to bed.

"Karen, honey," Carol began. "Your Dad and I talked yesterday about the bike ride. It sounded like you enjoyed it."

"Oh, I loved it." Karen couldn't tell from the sound of her Mom's voice or the look on her face how to interpret what she said. "I'd like to go again."

"That's great, dear. It's good to see you and your Dad do things together."

Karen bit her lip. "It was fun."

They stared at the TV for what seemed an eternity.

"Karen, he told me. I know what you did," Carol said.

Her daughter looked at her. "Told you what?"

"He told me about you and him. The sex."

The younger woman was shaking, nearly in tears. "It just happened. I...I..."

Carol put her hand on Karen's leg. "It's OK baby. It's OK."

Karen reached out for her mother and hugged her, finally breaking down and sobbing uncontrollably. Carol held her firmly.

"Honey, everything's fine. I understand. OK?" Carol said.

Karen felt her mother's hand stroke her hair, pulling her head closer. "How can you understand?"

"Because I love both of you and I want both of you to be happy," Carol said. "I know that might be hard to realize, but it's the way I feel."

"It was so...it felt so natural," Karen sobbed.

"I know, honey. I know."

Karen felt the relief fill her body from the simple fact she didn't have to hide the relationship and more. Having her mother react the way she did was just a bonus. Karen allowed herself the opportunity to think for a moment about future encounters with her father and how great they would be.

She pulled her head away from her mother's shoulder long enough to wipe her eyes and brush the hair away from her face. Carol looked at the long jersey pulled between her daughter's legs and the nipples pressed against the fabric. She completely understood her husband's attraction.

"C'mon, Karen. Let's go upstairs." Carol reached for her daughter's hand. Karen let her mother pull her off the couch, surprised by the invitation.

They walked side-by-side, Karen the taller and thinner of the two. But for a forty one year old woman, her body did not embarrass Carol. She was well proportioned with breasts that rivaled her daughter's and legs that rose to a small ass and curvaceous hips. Genes are a wonderful thing sometimes.

Karen was afraid to ask where they were headed or what they were doing. She felt lucky getting through the "admission" stage of the affair. She would just let things flow for a while.

At the top of the stairs they headed for the parents' bedroom, not Karen's. Carol gently nudged the door open and she and Karen entered. Richard was in bed with a single light on. The covers were pulled up to his waist, above which he was naked.

He smiled at Karen, looking at her legs below the jersey.

"My two favorite women. I'm very lucky," he said.

Carol stepped behind Karen and grabbed the bottom of the jersey. Before Karen had a chance to react, the shirt was being pulled over her head. Richard looked quickly at the small pair of panties she wore before letting his eyes move up to her breasts.

Karen felt a pair of hands on the panties just before they were pulled down her legs and over her feet onto the floor. She saw her mother stand to the side.

The young woman didn't know who she was on display for-her father or her mother. She could almost feel both pair of eyes drilling through her body.

"Isn't she beautiful, Carol?" Richard finally said.

"She's your daughter," Carol replied.

Karen blushed, her legs stretched awkwardly in front of each other as she accepted the compliment.

In the dim light of the bedroom, Richard swung the covers off his legs, revealing his nakedness and hardening erection. Karen would always have this effect on him.

The daughter looked over at her mother, who was pulling her nightgown over her head. Karen had not looked at her mother in sexual terms before, but now, in this setting, she, too, was a beautiful woman. Karen watched Carol pull off her panties. At first all she could think of was, "This is the woman I share my father with." There was jealousy. Then there was love.

"Want to show your father how much we love him?" Carol asked.

"Let's go," Karen said with a nervous smile.

The two women walked to the bed where Richard now lay with a full hard on. Karen climbed on the bed and crossed over her father's legs to his left side. Carol sat on the edge of the bed opposite her. Carol was the first to reach for the man's hard cock, touching it lightly with her hand.

She looked over at Karen, as if to say, "It's OK." The daughter, too, touched the cock and their fingers intertwined. Karen didn't know if her mother used oral sex on her father, but that wasn't going to stop Karen from doing what she liked.

To Karen's surprise, Carol leaned forward in unison with her and their mouths converged on Richard's cock. They each took a side and began long, slow licking motions up the length of the shaft. At the tip, their lips met and nearly formed a kiss with the cock in the middle. Karen could feel the juices already beginning to flow in her pussy as she and her Mom continued servicing Richard.

Carol licked her husband's balls when Karen took the cock into her mouth. Richard laid his head on the pillow and shut his eyes, concentrating on the incredible feel of his daughter's mouth wrapped around his cock and his wife's tongue working on his balls. His erection almost ached. He knew that when he came it would be long and hard.

Both women returned to licking the cock, enjoying the sensation of their tongues sliding across each other at points along the rigid shaft. Eventually, the first drop of precum oozed out of the cock's tip. Carol quickly lapped it up.

Oral sex was not her method of choice with Richard during their marriage, but she was beginning to appreciate it more and more. Karen's enthusiasm was catching. And Carol couldn't ever remember seeing her husband as hard as he was now.

At some point in the next couple minutes it became obvious that Richard was going to cum while the two women sucked his cock. There wasn't going to be any intercourse this time. But, nobody complained.

All the man wanted to do was cum and all the women wanted to do was make him cum. There wasn't room on his cock for both women's hands and their mouths, so in the end Karen held him by the base of the cock while she and her Mom licked him.

He warned them of his imminent orgasm, but the force of it caught both women by surprise. Following a prolonged groan by Richard and furious pumping of his cock by Karen's hand, a steady white stream of cum flew upwards and onto Karen's forehead. It streaked down her nose and onto her cheek as she and Carol watched a second and third stream pour from the cock.

Carol attempted to lick her husband, but only managed to get her hair and face covered in more of Richard's cum. He came a half dozen times, resulting in a pool of cum on the top of Karen's hand, surrounding his cock. She used it as lubricant to force a couple more spurts out of her father.

By the time he was done, both women had drops of cum on their breasts and considerably more on their faces. Richard was too exhausted to enjoy the sight. He had cum hard on the bike ride with Karen, but nothing like this.

The women were laughing at each other and trying to decide who had more on her as Richard's cock became limp.

"I'll get a towel," Carol volunteered, starting to get off the bed.

"No, wait," Karen said. "I might have a better idea. Don't you think we both need showers?"

"Well, yes. But..." Carol said.

"But wouldn't it be fun to shower together?"

Carol looked at her daughter. She wasn't prepared for this. Once she determined Karen was serious, Carol gave it some thought.

"Well, I guess I could use one," Carol said.

"And I guess I could use one," Karen said, swiping cum from one of her breasts.

"Who wants to go first?" Carol asked.

"Oh, mother." Karen whined like an eight year old and took her mother's hand. "Come on."

The two women walked into the master bathroom, within easy sight of Richard, who watched their matching pair of asses the whole time. This he had to see, rolling out of the bed.

Karen opened the glass door to the shower and turned on the water, testing it a few seconds later with her arm. The shower had a glass wall opposite the showerhead, in addition to the glass door. This allowed Richard to lean against the sink and watch his wife step into the shower with his daughter, closing the door behind her.

Karen had already stepped under the water and let it run over her hair and down her body. She turned to face her mother and backed up a step. Karen held out both hands and pulled her mother under the water.

Carol held her head back and let the water flow over her, pulling her hair back with both hands. The women stood close enough that their bodies touched, the bottom of Karen's breasts lightly brushing against the top of her mother's. They looked at each other one time and hugged tightly.

Karen sensed she was going to have to lead. How far should she go? She knew she was horny beyond words after playing with her father's cock. But what about her mother?

Carol watched as her daughter ran her hands over Carol's neck and shoulders, down to her breasts. She closed her eyes at the wonderful feeling of her daughter's hands caressing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She needed to cum, but didn't dare show it, unsure of what Karen had in mind.

The daughter looked for any lingering cum on her mother's body and wiped it away with her hands. Then she picked up a bar of soap and began cleaning the front of Carol's body.

When Karen's hand slid over one breast, then the other, Richard felt his cock twitch. He didn't believe he could get hard this quick, but as he watched Karen move lower on Carol's body he felt it happening.

Karen wrapped her hand with the soap around her mother's back and rested it on her ass. Slowly, she began gliding the soap up and down on each cheek, using her free hand to spread the soap. Their bodies were pushed together now, barely enough room for water to flow between then.

The younger woman clutched at her mother's ass and massaged the flesh, resulting in a moan of pleasure from Carol. Their breasts pressed together, flattening already erect nipples.

The lust was too much for Karen. She was going to do it. She was going to have sex of some kind with her mother in this shower...or she would die.

She brought the soap back to the front and opened enough room for her hand to slide onto her mother's pussy. Karen looked into her mother's eyes as she stopped her hand directly on top of Carol's clit.

"Oh, Karen. Please."

Karen moved the soap up and down one time, feeling her mother push her ass backwards, attempting to get away from the hand. Karen pressed harder and rubbed it two more times.

"Oh, oh, God," Carol sighed.

This time her entire body moved forward, closer to Karen. That was the answer Karen wanted. She ran the bar of soap over the entire length of her mother's pussy two times, then put it back in its tray.

Quickly, Karen placed her hand on Carol's clit. She found it easily and rubbed it. Water cleared away the soap within seconds and she started a rhythmic massaging of the entire area around the clit.

Carol clung onto her daughter tightly, feeling her legs losing power. She spread them apart, mainly to give Karen easier access to her pussy, but also to preserve her balance. Water poured over her, but she hardly noticed. Her entire mind and soul was wrapped up in the hand between her legs.

Richard put his hand around his hardening cock. Karen hastily looked at him and smiled before turning back to her mother. She had extended her middle finger along the length of Carol's pussy and found the opening to her cunt. When she inserted just the tip of her finger inside her mother, Karen felt Carol lift onto her toes. Carol didn't come back down until her daughter's entire finger was inside her cunt.

"Oh, baby. Yes."

Their heads were side by side, their bodies close. Karen had just enough room to move her hand up and down inside her mother, then back onto her clit. Carol stiffened with anticipation as Karen worked her throbbing clit. She truly did not know if she could cum standing in this shower. At least not without hurting herself.

Karen's next series of moves surprised everybody in the room, including Karen. She leaned down and sucked on her mother's breast while continuing to rub her clit. Karen couldn't tell which was harder-Carol's nipple or her clit. After spending thirty seconds licking and sucking the breast, Karen continued down her mother's body until replacing her finger on Carol's clit with her tongue.

Carol felt two hands on her ass pulling her onto her daughter's face. And she felt Karen's entire mouth surround her clit, which bobbed up and down as Karen's tongue played with it. The younger woman sucked it and licked it and put it between her lips until the clit was ready to explode.

Carol felt her legs about to give out and leaned back against the glass wall behind her. Karen gripped her mother's ass tighter and held her up, never losing touch with the clit. When she was certain her mother was stable again, she increased her tongue's pressure.

"Karen. Karen. You're going to make me cum. Karen."

The daughter never let up.

"God, honey. Yes. Yesss."

Karen felt the body above her tense up. Carol's hands gripped the back of Karen's head.

"Ahhh."

Carol's orgasm burst out of her insides. She felt the release from her nipples to her cunt. She cried out and heard her body slamming against the glass wall, but was nearly unconscious of her other surroundings. When one wave was done, Karen's mouth produced a second and third.

Carol thrust her body toward Karen's mouth. Without her daughter's hands on her ass, Carol would have slipped to the floor. As it was, her knees were bent and she was sliding down the wall, actually making it easier for Karen to eat her clit and pussy. She didn't know how many times she had cum, but she had to get away from her daughter or she would cry.

Another lick and another burst of energy from deep inside. Then the pain. Another lick, and then the pain.

"Karen, stop. Oh, please. Stop."

Karen stopped, water cascading over her body as she sank to her hands and knees. Her mother sat against the wall, eyes closed.

Karen looked over at her father. His raging hard on looked big even with his hand wrapped around it. She sat on the floor of the shower and turned to face him. When their eyes were fully locked together, she spread her legs open.

Richard walked to the shower door, opened it and stepped inside. There simply wasn't enough room in the shower to fuck on the floor. So Richard reached his hands down and pulled Karen up, leaning her against the wall.

She pushed out her hips and watched her father position his huge cock at the entrance to her cunt. Under the pouring water, it took him one effortless thrust to enter her.

Carol looked up with delight at the sight of her husband pounding his cock into their daughter. Had she not just experienced one of the best orgasms of her life, she would have been hornier than hell at what she was watching.

Karen felt ready to cum the instant her father's cock was deep inside her. And after she and her Mom treated him earlier, she felt little need to wait for him to be ready to cum again. She was going to let herself go without consideration for anyone else in the shower.

Richard held his daughter by the ass and plunged his cock up into her vagina. As tight as she was, he barely felt her because of her own juices flowing and the shower hammering them with water. But Karen certainly could feel the cock and it was driving her ever closer to a climax.

She touched her clit one time and felt her orgasm begin. She moved her hand up to her breast, squeezing the nipple. This was enough to put her over the edge and she cried out to her father.

Richard pumped his cock into her harder as the young woman came. She pushed her breast against her body and rubbed it with her palm, sending ecstatic waves from her nipple to her cunt. Karen pushed her hips toward her father and tried to consume even more of his cock.

They each grunted loudly as Karen continued to cum. Whenever it felt as if the orgasm was subsiding, Karen rubbed her clit and another wave came over her. Through it all, Richard maintained an erection big enough to let him position his body however he needed to keep up with Karen, who was sliding all over the shower wall.

Karen felt the cock hit every inch of her cunt, sustaining her orgasm for what seemed an eternity.

When it was over, she could only lean against the wall and hope her father held her up. Carol stood up and put her arm around her daughter. Karen, Richard and Carol stood together under the shower and kissed each other with new appreciation and love.

Their sexual adventures fell into a pattern of once or twice a week episodes. Richard and Carol still felt a special bond only a marriage could bring, but they maintained a new closeness with their daughter that would last forever. Karen's only concern would be bringing a potential mate into the family. It was something she would have to consider. Hopefully, he was a cyclist.