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."
