Hiya - I'm back, to continue with the story of our study trip.
You'll understand my story better if you read Part One before you continue here but that's up to you, no-one says you have to...and then, when you've finished, there's Part Three to enjoy too.
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I'd better describe Carol for those of you who appreciate a bit of youthful female beauty. She was, as I've said, just 18 coming up 19 and she always seemed to look a bit tomboyish - shorts and a t-shirt were much preferred to a dress, it seemed. She was tall for her age at around five foot eight but was still some five inches shorter than me. She kept her dark auburn hair cut short, which actually enhanced her pretty neck and showed off her facial features better. She had dainty ears, 'strong' arching eyebrows, deep brown eyes - come-to-bed eyes as they used to say - a slender nose and sweet cupid lips.
Quite honestly I didn't, in those days, know what size she was but I'd guess at perhaps 32B up top; possibly a bit more and probably about size 10 down below; all I knew was that she appeared to have a lovely figure with long legs and wonderfully perky tits.
Me, the other half of the story - I'm Chris. I'm in my late 30s. I wear a small goatee beard and have somewhat unkempt hair; dark brown but lightly peppered with grey already. I'm fairly lean but strong and fit; not gym-fit but fit from plenty of good outdoor living and healthy food and that's me in a nutshell...
My work in environmental studies demanded a good number of wildlife investigative trips to wild and sometimes remote places in and around Britain; a pleasurable interlude, in my opinion, from working in the 'depot' as we called the Society's offices.
And so on with the story...
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Part 2
I was awake early as usual; even without an alarm clock I woke around five o'clock every day; so used was I to rising with the summer sun.
Carol on the other hand was still well asleep however, her pretty naked breasts rising and falling slowly as she breathed. I scanned down her uncovered body and discovered that her knickers were clearly moist; almost wet in fact and even her thighs looked a bit sticky too!
'She must have had some good dreams last night after she'd tossed me off!' I mused to myself.
I shook my head to banish my wicked thoughts and exited the tent quickly before those bad ideas could reach my penis and then, after a morning pee I settled down in my study tent to run through the night-time activity, noting that the cameras had taken some pictures and that the video had been activated.
'Ah - action at last,' I thought as I began viewing the pictures.
Instead I got one hell of a shock!
Because there, instead of some wild animal, was my daughter! One camera had caught her and had taken a series of photos as she squatted down for a pee actually facing the camera; her knickers were missing and the night-vision picture even clearly showed the stream of piss issuing from her body. Another camera had caught her briefly as she walked across its path; completely naked again, her knickers in one hand and something held in the other.
Gaining no further information or pictures I opened the video link, now expecting to see Carol rather than some wild animal, and I was right.
She'd obviously woken in the night and needed a pee so she'd taken off into the undergrowth; unwittingly following the animal trail I'd selected. Then she'd moved down to the stream, perhaps for a refreshing wash I thought, but instead she had something more interesting to do! Because as she appeared within viewing range the video camera showed me what the object was; a large carrot from our food stock!
Captivated and with a rapidly hardening penis in my hand I watched as Carol chose her spot and squatting slightly she brought the carrot to her mouth before sliding it down between her legs and pushing it steadily into her cunt! No wonder her knickers had been sticky and wet!
I nearly came as I watched the erotic sight of my daughter bringing herself off; her hand rapidly moving the long vegetable in and out of her hole while her other fingers played around her clit.
Wishing fervently that the pictures had been in full colour rather than basic night-vision I undid my shorts and pulled my erection out into the open, my hand soon working rapidly up and down my already slippery shaft.
Then suddenly I remembered that I also had a microphone close to where she was playing with herself. I paused the video and started up the audio recording and soon I heard her footsteps as she neared the chosen spot.
She was silent apart from the occasional crackle underfoot of dried twigs and leaves until she squatted down.
"Oh fuck," she moaned, "So need your cock; got to have it! Wish this was your cock!"
I heard her mouth slurping as she lubricated the carrot and then silence until she moaned.
"Ooooh yessss, that's better. Push it in; all the way, yes, oh yes!"
A little later Carol moaned again.
"Oh that's good; ahhhh, feels good," she was panting, "Ahhhh, yeahhhh, oh God yeahhh!"
I restarted the video and now sound and video were almost synchronised; even my hand was moving at the same rate that her hand was as it drove the pseudo-cock in and out of her welcoming hole.
I heard the slurping noise as the carrot penetrated her wetness and the groans as she stimulated herself.
"Nearly there," I heard her intone, "Nearly there! Yes, yes I'm nearly there!"
So was I as I frantically rubbed my penis up and down; I just hoped that I could hold my orgasm back until I could watch Carol explode.
"Yes, yes, ahhhhh, ahhhhh!" groaned Carol, her hand moving the carrot faster than ever; her other hand also a blur as she played with her clit.
"Oh God Dad - fuck me - fuck me!" she cried as she orgasmed and exactly at that moment I too exploded; my first squirt of cum splattering once again onto the tent wall.
Carol reached her climax quickly and then came down almost as rapidly, the carrot slipping from her hole and from her grasp.
"Oh Dad, I wish that was you!" she moaned snapping my concentration away from my penis, "I need you - I need you!"
I'd got a small towel with me this time and I allowed my copious spunk to squirt into the material where it began to soak in but even so I'd managed to overshoot it completely just as Carol called out the words 'Dad - fuck me!'
Eventually I cleaned myself up and folded the towel away in an equipment box, debating as I did so whether or not to delete the video and pictures. I decided against that idea and instead I finished watching the video, which only showed Carol locating the carrot and walking off and put it and the photos in a separate folder well away from the research notes, pictures and films.
'I'll enjoy wanking to that video again,' I thought before another thought hit me.
That was my daughter I'd been watching pleasure herself; that was my daughter who was asking me to fuck her; that was my daughter who I'd just masturbated over.
"I told you no," I said quietly to myself as I left the tent and zipped it up, "And I mean it."
All was still quiet as I now prepared 'breakfast'; some porridge with some muesli stirred in; my regular starter when out on trips, with some coffee to chase it down.
Eventually I poked my head into our sleeping tent and yelled at my daughter to wake up - it was time to get to work once more.
Carol emerged sleepily, now standing up and stretching, her desirable breasts thrusting out into the sunlight again, her pert bottom flexing and shaking as she exercised. My mind thought of some other exercises we could perform while she was virtually naked but fortunately Carol couldn't hear my thoughts.
