                           The Camping Trip
                         by Christopher Burg


Two years after the death of his wife, events unfold during a camping
trip with his daughter which turns this architect's life around and
changes their relationship forever.  

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Emily and I had been sweethearts all through college.  We married
after graduation, I an architect, she a clinical psychologist.  I had
risen to become one of the senior partners in my firm and she was the
head of her department.  And then there was Amy.  Amy was a
beautiful, sweet child that never gave us a minute's worry.  Then the
axe fell on our life.

Emily was diagnosed with one of those sneaky cancers that gives no
warning until it is too late to treat.  She died six weeks later.
Amy was only ten.  I was devastated.  How was this possible?  It
seemed that we would go on forever, but fate hadn't seen it that way.
I fell into a blue funk.  Life went on, but not quite the same.  I
got up, exercised, ate and went to work.  I came home, had supper and
watched the tube.  Day after day, a rubber stamp.  It is to Amy's
credit that she survived this mess without becoming a mental case.
I, on the other hand, had probably done just that.

This routine went on for two years, then one evening Amy came to me.
"Daddy, do you remember the times we used to camp out on Robbie's
land?"

"Yes, baby," I replied, "I remember."

"Do you think we could get away for a while and do that again?", she
asked.

School was out for the summer and I was fairly caught up at the
office.  Maybe we could.  Maybe this was a good idea for the mess I
had been in.  Robbie was an old friend that owned a large tract of
mountain land that he would not allow to be developed.  He wanted it
to stay as pristine wilderness.  He allowed me to camp on it whenever
I wanted.  I called him the next day and after a bit of old friend
banter he gave me the combination to the gate at the base of my
favorite hill.

I think the other people at work may have been glad to see me take
some time off.  This would be the first time since Emily died and I
may have been perceived as becoming something of a grunge.  I told
Amy that evening and the next day we dusted off the old equipment and
packed up the Cherokee.  She was overjoyed.

It was mid afternoon when we arrived at our favorite spot.  It was on
the side of a hill, beside a mountain stream sheltered by old, tall
trees.  The air was so clean and fresh.  It was so quiet except for
the sounds of nature.  No phones, no pagers, no overnight deliveries.
This was relaxation at its best.  We set up the tent and our cooking
equipment and had supper and just sat around the rest of the daylight
hours kind of snuggling and talking about the beautiful sunset as the
last of the day faded away.

We had a gas lantern in the center of the tent ceiling so we could
see to lay out the sleeping bags and get ready for bed.  We had
separate bags about three feet apart.  We got everything ready down
to the last dressing for bed situation and then turned out the
lantern.  We thought little of running around the house in our
underwear, but I usually slept nude and Amy wore large t-shirts and
panties.  With the lantern out we could hardly see each other in the
little bit of moonlight that got through the fabric of the tent so I
didn't worry much about Amy seeing me nude.

I had gotten pretty soundly asleep when a small hand rocking my
shoulder awakened me.  "Daddy, I'm cold."  I had underestimated the
night temperatures and had not packed any extra blankets.  We just
had the sleeping bags.  I was comfortable, but it was a bit cold for
Amy.

I didn't know what to do about the problem, but then I remembered
that these bags could be zipped together.  Without it even crossing
my mind that I was naked, I said, "Pull your bag over here next to
mine and we'll zip them together into one big bag and we can snuggle
together and stay warn."

"OK, Daddy," she replied.  She pulled the bag over and we unzipped
the adjacent sides and zipped them together into a double bag.  We
had not lit the lantern.  She climbed back in and snuggled up against
my back with her arm wrapped around me and said, "That's nice now."

For reasons I still don't know, I woke up several hours later.  The
clouds had parted and there was a little light inside the tent from
the moon.  I was lying on my back with Amy's cheek on my chest and
her body tightly up against my right side, one leg thrown over mine.
I instinctively put my right arm around her and lay there for a while
thinking what a wonderful little girl I had and how much I loved her.
My next thought wasn't so fatherly.  I realized that she had no
panties on and her little pussy was crammed tightly up against my
leg.  It was noticeably hotter than the nearby thigh areas.  I knew I
should not be entertaining such thoughts about my own daughter, but I
couldn't help myself.

I reached down and put my left hand on her thigh just above her knee.
My right arm was still wrapped around her shoulders.  She was so
incredibly soft and smooth.  I had touched her many times in the
past, but had never perceived her femininity in this manner before.
After all, she was my daughter.  She slept soundly and seemed to take
no notice of my contact with her.

I started to move my left hand along her bare thigh, enjoying the
touch of her young skin and couldn't help what seemed a natural
movement up to her beautiful ass cheeks.  I had no idea they would
feel so incredibly fine.  If there was ever a stopping point to this
unfatherly caress, I was probably past it after feeling this lovely
ass.

I started moving my hand down farther toward her crotch.  Her right
leg was up over mine with the knee folded up a bit putting it nearly
on my balls.  Her crotch was wide open.  I moved down slowly, gently
moving around, caressing and savoring the moment.  Finally I reached
her soft, puffy cunt lips.  I was hooked.  I had to keep going and
explore this beautiful child to the limits.  I gently rubbed around
her whole pussy area finding a bit of soft downy hair covering the
mound and below that a clit larger than I thought a twelve-year-old
would have.  Then there was the wonderful little moist cunt hole, but
that would be for later.  I moved back up to the clit and gently
rubbed it around in little circles.  It stiffened up a bit and I
realized that I had done just that myself.  In fact, I had one of the
most raging hardons I could ever remember.  I'm not huge, just a
respectable six and a half inches, but it sure felt bigger than that
now.

I wondered if she even noticed that my rock hard dick was pushing at
her knee.  That feeling excited me even more.  As I rubbed, she
started moving around a bit and seemed to be moaning a little even
though she appeared to be asleep.  I dipped down a little and found
that her little cunt was all wet and slippery, so I slid my middle
finger around there and rubbed her clit with my index finger.

It was only a matter of time until I had to slip my finger inside
her.  She was so wet it slipped in easily to the first knuckle.  I
couldn't remember ever feeling anything that pulled my mind so far
into what I was doing and completely wiped out the rest of the world.
For me, nothing else existed but this beautiful, sexy little girl
and the space we occupied.

I moved my finger in and out a little in a fucking motion and she let
out a low moan.  I thought she might be waking up now.  She tightened
the grip of her arms which were around me and pressed her body
tighter against mine.  She turned her face up to mine and said, "Oh,
Daddy, that feels so good."  For a minute it crossed my mind that we
were father and daughter and were not supposed to be doing these
things, but as I said, only for a minute.

As she got wetter and I got hotter, I started sliding my finger in
farther.  Finally I had my whole middle finger inside her and was
finger fucking her in one-inch strokes.

She was enjoying it so much that she kept wiggling her ass around and
her right hand started wandering.  It found my hard dick and
squeezed.  "Wow, Daddy, I like that.  It seems bigger than some of
the boys I have seen peeing behind the school."  She instinctively
started moving her little hand up and down in little jacking motions.
I thought I would blow a load right then and there.

I turned toward her a little more and pulled her leg up over my other
leg aiming my dick toward her cunt.  I knew I should not be doing
this, but there was no stopping now.  I put the head of my dick up
against her clit and rubbed it a bit before sliding down to her cunt
hole.  She moaned and pushed it toward me.  I moved the head around
in her slit getting it wet all over with her juices and then pressed
a bit into the hole.  With little effort the head popped into her.
It was the most incredible thing I have ever felt.  This beautiful
little twelve-year-old pussy had just popped around the entire head
of my adult dick and was holding it in a tight grip.

"Did I hurt you sweetheart?"  I asked.

"No, Daddy, it feels fine."

"Look, sugar," I said, "this is not a good position to continue this.
You roll over onto your back and I'll lay on top of you."  I
reluctantly pulled my dick out of her and she rolled over, slipping
her t-shirt off in the process.

I crawled over and positioned myself over her, spreading her legs
apart and pulling her feet up so her knees were up in the air.  I
kissed her on the forehead and cheeks, but then she pulled me over
and kissed me strongly on the mouth.  It felt wrong at first, but
then I got into it, kissing her like a lover.  I kissed my way down
to her small boobs and kissed and licked the hard nipples.  My God,
how fine she was.

"Daddy, please put it back in," she said, "I want to feel what it's
like to do it."

Obediently, I placed the head of my dick at her hole and pushed.  It
popped right back in where it had been.  I moved one hand between us
and started rubbing her clit again.  I did this for a little bit and
then when I felt Amy's muscles relax, I pushed.  My dick slid in
about another inch and a half.  Amy let out a sound like "uunnngh"
and I asked, "Did I hurt you, honey?"

"Not much, Daddy.  It mostly just surprised me, but it's OK now."

I was amazed that this sweet little girl had taken my dick without
much discomfort, but then I was not exactly hung like a donkey.

I pulled back a little and then pushed back in.  I kept doing that
with about one inch strokes, pushing a little farther into her with
each stroke until I was all the way in and felt my bush up against
her downy mound.  Then I started lengthening the strokes, fucking
into her like I would fuck a grown woman.

"Oh, Daddy, I like this," she said.

For just an instant, it crossed my mind that I was actually fucking
my own twelve-year-old daughter.  "Christ!"  I thought, "What the
Hell are you doing?"  But, there was no stopping.  This little
virginal cunt holding my dick in an unbelievable grip was the most
incredible feeling my brain had ever had to process.  I was not about
to stop for anything short of an earthquake.  What I really wanted to
do was to blow a load that would knock down a door, but I made a
conscious effort to hold back and kept the strokes kind of slow.

After a while I felt her cunt muscles start to pinch and release.  It
felt as if she was pulling me farther into her and I realized she was
actually cumming.  That was the end of my holding back.  I started
blowing load after load of my own hot cream into her little cunt.
She was so snug inside there was little room for it.  Her cunt
expanded some and the head of my dick felt like it was floating in
mid cream, but it couldn't handle the volume I was spewing and it
started seeping out past the shaft of my dick, draining down the
crack of her ass and dripping off my balls.

Finally, the spasms subsided for both of us and we went limp.  I
started to pull out of her, but she moaned and held onto me.  "Don't
take it out yet, Daddy, please?"  she begged.

"It will go soft and fall out on its own in a little bit,
sweetheart," I replied.

"That's OK, Daddy.  Just wait until it does on its own.  I don't want
to let go of it yet."  So, I left it in and she held onto me for dear
life.  It was obvious she had enjoyed her first fuck immensely.  We
laid like that until my dick went soft and then just slid out of her
with a little popping sound and more of my cum drained out of her.

All in all, we had made quite a sloppy mess of that area of the
sleeping bag, so we moved over to the far end of the coupled bags and
slept the rest of the night in each other's arms.  It was a very
satisfying, love filled sleep.

The next day we fucked three more times.  She was getting kind of
sore, but loved it.  We didn't have to worry about pregnancy since I
had had a vasectomy a few years after she was born and she was
completely clear on the situation of anyone other than us ever
knowing about this.  We lived together almost as man and wife until
she went off to college.

I love my little girl very much and miss her every day she is gone,
but even though she is now married and has two children of her own,
she still comes by and gives her old man a thorough fucking on
occasion.
