To Save Her Daddy's Life

He had always adored Vicki, but that was as father and daughter. As her beauty flowered he had felt pride rather than sexual attraction. But he knew his paternal love was being joined by physical desire.

Was it inevitable that he would give in? There were almost three more days of this. Perhaps it was the physical danger, their isolation and dependence on each other, perhaps the constant physical contact with her nubile body, perhaps a mixture of paternal adoration and mounting physical lust.

But his rational mind rebelled, preventing him from taking that final carnal step. Somehow, he went to sleep as the wind howled.

He woke with a start. Something was different. The wind had stopped howling so much, it was a lull in the storm. He noticed that other things were different as well.

He had gone to sleep with his arm around the front of his daughter's shoulders. Now her blouse was almost completely undone, his right hand was on her naked breast and Vicki, fast asleep, was holding it there with both her hands. He had no idea how this had happened.

He also had a rock-like erection which was pressed hard in the cleft between her buttocks.

He could do nothing about his erection, but with difficulty removed his hand from Vicki's breast. This woke her.

"What is it?" then she noticed the lower wind noise. "Is the storm finishing?"

"No it's just a lull." He had seen the weather map. "But I need to check that the snow isn't building up, now that the wind doesn't blow so hard."

"Please be careful Daddy. I'm so scared when you are out there."

He wriggled out of the sleeping-bag and again put on his pathetically inadequate clothing.

Vicki sat up, her breasts fully on display, her arms outstretched, fear etched in her face.

He bent over to kiss her. This time both their mouths were open and their tongues touched. Jim stood up and Vicki stared at his shorts.

"Please don't lose our tent pole."

Again the blast freezer hit him. The wind was lower, but in the night the coldness was even more biting. More snow had built up around the base of the tent and it took him longer to clear it.

By the time he returned his count was well over one hundred and again his shivering and teeth chattering were uncontrollable.

Vicki was waiting with towels. She quickly took off his parkas, his trainers, his shorts this time, quickly rubbed his kegs dry and led him into the sleeping-bag.

He snuggled down, she drew the top over his head and pushed his face into her naked breasts. She parted her legs for him to thrust one of his between, she put his cold hands between the top of her thighs.

"Daddy, never stay out so long again. I really thought you were dead," she sobbed.

She put her hands into his boxers and was horrified at how cold his penis was. She clasped both her hands around it.

Jim was not even aware of her intimate fondle. His body screamed with the pain of the cold, he was only aware of the warmth of her body.

But gradually he recovered. He bacame conscious of her breasts around his face, of his hands between her thighs, of her hands soothing his genitals.

His attention to her breasts changed. He kissed her nipples, then sucked them.

Vicki held his head to her breasts and continued to fondle his growing erection with her other hand.

Jim moved up and started to kiss his daughter's wonderful mouth while continuing to pleasure her beautiful breasts.

Their lips tantalised each others, their tongues fought an erotic duel until Vicki sucked her father's so hard it almost touched the back of her mouth.

Vicki pushed Jim onto his back and lay on top of him, her legs astride his. Her exquiste face looked down, her hair hang down on either side of his face, enclosing them in a tiny erotic world.

"Darling, darling Daddy," she sighed.

They kissed and her saliva ran into his mouth. He thought it tasted like nectar from the Gods. Then Vicki moved forward and lowered her right breast into his mouth. He licked and sucked her hardened nipple and Vicki moaned as she ground her hips into her father.

Then her left breast.

After another minute of erotic biss Vicki moved down, Jim could feel her clitoral hood just touching the knob of his erection. Her hips ground into him as he put his hands inside her knickers and squeezed her buttocks.

Her buttocks and thighs were so beautiful, they reminded him of how her mother's used to be.

But that reminder of his former wife, Vicki's mother, brought him back to reality.

He stopped.

"I'm sorry my beautiful Victoria, I have to think."

She moved onto her side, her back to him. She grasped his hand and put it over her damp knickers. He could feel the moisture and she ground her buttocks into his erection.

"Daddy, why do I love you so much when you are such a bastard?"

He retrieved his boxers from the bottom of the sleeping-bag and somehow they calmed down and went to sleep.

Jim woke first next morning. He looked down at his daughter. She hadn't done up her blouse and her upper body was beautifully on display. he felt a conflict of guilts. Guilt that he had been so intimate with his daughter. Guilt that he had taken her to the brink and then unfairly stopped. Guilt as he looked down in wonder at her beauty.

Vicki woke and looked up at his troubled face. She kissed his nose.

"It's alright Daddy, I understand."

They lay cuddling, not really knowing what to say. Vicki handed him the book and he read for half an hour.

"I'll make some tea," said Vicki.

The gas burner was above their heads and all she had to do was to move half way out of the sleeping-bag.

Jim was treated to a slow motion view of teenage beauty in its utmost perfection.

First her firm breasts passed within a few inches of his eyes. As she wriggled her brown aureoles bounced tantalizingly close. It took all his will-power to stop leaning forward to nibble them.

Then her flat, smooth, slightly muscled belly. He could see how slim her waist was as her hips broadened out below. Vicki stopped her movements briefly as her navel was right in front of his eyes. God, how he would like to plunge his tongue in there.

Her final position brought her knickers within six inches of his face. They were tight, tiny and semi-transparent. Jim could see the shape of her pubic mound and clitoral hood. Her pussy lips were plump and obvious and he saw how her knickers followed the line in between.

His only defence was to close his eyes. But he couldn't close off her sexual, exotic, musky, feminine odors; he couldn't close off the warmth that radiated from her loins.

"Tea's ready. You haven't gone to sleep again?" she asked seeing his closed eyes.

But Jim was wide awake, his mind in torment, his erection painfully hard.

Vicki wriggled back down. She must have noticed his erection but didn't mention it as the wind howled and they chatted.

"Could I have another cup of tea please Daddy?"

Jim knew what was going to happen. In a strange way he felt like a condemned man being led to the scaffold: absolutely no control over his destiny. He crawled up the sleeping-bag knowing his boxers were level with Vicki's face. He felt her hands go inside the gap at the front and fondle his erection. He stroked her hair and gently pushed her face forward.

Without haste she extracted his engorged penis and softly put it in her mouth.

He looked down at the beautiful, intensely loving face of his daughter, felt overwhelmed with his love for her and his passion and eased off his boxers.

He turned off the gas burner, came down the sleeping-bag and they kissed without inhibitions.

His hand went to her legs which Vicki parted. His fingers traced over her satiny firm inner thighs. she moaned as he moved to her pubic mound, still protected by her knickers. He caressed the soft flesh between the top of her thighs and her pussy lips. Vicki's hips writhed.

She lifted her bottom and he eased her knickers down her legs. Now he caressed her outer labia and her clitoral hood. With his tongue in her mouth as far as Vicki could suck it, his fingers opened her inner labia and felt their glistening, warm slipperiness, then felt the wet smoothness of her engorged clitoris.

Vicki moaned again.

"It's time for you to fuck me with your lovely cock, darling Daddy."

"Are you sure, sweetheart?"

"Shhh, Daddy."

With the same care and gentlness as he first held her as a baby, he entered her warm, moist, soft vagina. Slowly he enjoyed the rapturous pleasure of each millimeter. Once fully inside he didn't move. Vicki squeezed her vaginal muscles and they kissed and hugged. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

That first time everything was in slow motion, as though they wanted to discover every secret and every reaction of each other's genitals. He found her G spot and caressed it to excitement. Three times he brought her to the brink and then stopped, wanting to extend the moment of bliss. The fourth time she came with a juddering "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh."

With three more thrusts he came, his seed splashing onto his daughter's cervix.

He sighed, "Oh my beautiful child."

He looked into her face and was about to speak.

"Shhhhh Daddy."

She covered his face with soft, tickling kisses.

They lay in each other's arms, his flaccid penis still inside, stroking each other, nibbling each other, kissing each other, giggling and whispering nonsense into each other's ears.

His erection recovered.

"It's time for you to be fucked again, beautiful Vicki," Jim's inhibitions were now completely gone.

He ground his pubic bone and the base of his cock into Vicki's clitoris, he pushed hard into her cervix. He massaged her breast strongly with one hand, the other squeezed her buttocks.

"Harder DaddeeeeyyYYOOoooooooooo."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," as the pressure on her clitoris brought her to a hip bouncing climax.

She climaxed two more times before he ground his cock into her cervix, his pubic bone into hers and felt his climax surge from his loins, through his penis and into Vicki's womb.

Sweating and panting they curled in each other's embrace. Vicki put a finger to her vagina then licked it.

"You taste yummy."

Then he explored her with his fingers and over the next half hour brought her to three orgasms with soothing caresses of her clitoris and G spot. She marveled in the tender expertise of his touch. It was as though he knew all her most responsive parts, could tell what aroused her and could bring her to ecstasy when he wanted.

"Please Daddy, come inside me again."

But this time he kissed her on the nose.

"God is a woman and a man has only so many shots in his locker. And we've two more days here"

But his exquisite fingers brought her quickly, God, embarrassingly quickly, to her most shuddering orgasm yet.

"Two more days here, I wish we had two more years," thought Vicki as she lay panting and immobilized apart from the after-spasms in her loins.

"Why did Mummy let him go?" But she knew that was a no-go area for discussion.

Vicki cooked bacon and eggs with toast and coffee for breakfast. On the other burner they boiled up two large billy cans of water for washing.

The temperature in the tent was icy cold but they stood up to give each other a quick flannel wash.

Jim looked at his daughter adoringly. She was so beautiful, long dark hair flowing, firm brown tipped breasts bouncing as she danced with the cold; her narrow waist and flat stomach. Sparse, trimmed pubic hair didn't hide her plump labia and clitoral hood. As she stood on her toes to avoid the cold floor her long elegant legs were even more beautiful.

Vicki was suddenly self conscious, even though they had made love twice and she had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had. She covered her breasts with one hand, her pussy with the other.

Jim gently took her hands away, then stroked those parts she had tried to hide.

"Dear Vicki, you are so wonderfully beautiful."

They hugged and now reassured, Vicki took the opportunity to kneel down and put his penis in her mouth.

"Daddy," she was upset. "I'm not doing it properly, you are just getting smaller and smaller."

"Princess, not even your lovely mouth can't beat this cold."

They dried each other and dived into the sleeping bag to warm up. Unlike many lovers they continued to kiss, they explored each other's bodies. Armpits, behind the knees, the soles of their feet. Vicki decided that all of her body was an erogenous zone.

The morning was spent reading, chatting, giggling, tickling and almost platonically exploring each other's bodies. She learned all about his life from his childhood, he heard the stories of her life which she hadn't told him before. Sometimes they dozed off in a tight embrace. Still the wind howled and the tent was buffeted but remained secure.

Daytime was a little less cold than at night and they found they didn't need the over-blanket from the second sleeping on top. Two bodies cuddled into one bag was enough. This gave Jim an idea. With spades, ice-axes and a gas cylinder he built a simple frame at the head of their sleeping bag. He took one of the foam mattresses and laid it under the frame.

"What on earth are you doing Daddy?" asked Vicki.

"Wait and see, I think you'll like it."

He then draped the sleeping bag turned blanket over the frame and crawled back in. They had their own cocoon.

"Oh it's dark in here, but its nice and snug," giggled Vicki.

As they were now fully enclosed by sleeping bags, the trapped air soon warmed up.

"Move up and lie under that frame darling daughter."

Now she understood. She lay on her back, spread her legs and raised her knees for her father's face.

Jim explored all her feminine intimacies with his tongue, his lips, his fingers and gently with his teeth.

"Vicki you smell and taste and feel so muskily, femininely, exotically, sexually and erotically delicious."

He pushed her knees back and licked and kissed her perineum and then all the way up to her pubic mound and the tops of her thighs.

Vicki felt his tongue on her clitoris and she climaxed, almost in a dream where the only thing she was aware of was the pleasure sensation in her loins.

For the next half hour she was in a mixture of torment and ecstasy. Torment because he would bring her to the brink and then unkindly back her down. Ecstasy when he had his lips on her clitoris and his fingers on her G spot and brought her to a seemingly endless wave of orgasms.

Then he pushed her knees back again and softly licked from pubic mound to perineum. And a little further.

It was the first time she had felt a tongue on her anus. Initially it seemed strange, but then she started to enjoy the probing sensations as he lingered.

Jim could feel her start to get cold even with the cocoon.

"Come back into the sleeping bag dear Vicki."

"But Daddy, I want my turn on you."

"So do I, but after you've warmed up."

She snuggled into him soothing his erection with her fingers.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Will I ever find a man who is good a lover as you."

"Absolutely impossible," he joked.

Vicki giggled, but felt that what her father had said was probably true.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Your cock is so big I won't be able to put all of it in my mouth."

"Sweet Vicki, cock sucking is more than cock swallowing. Sure it will be lovely to have my cock deep in your mouth but only go as far as you are comfortable, and remember there are lots of other things. Sometimes just licking my tip will be lovely."

Reassured that she wasn't going to have her throat bashed the way she had with her two previous lovers, Vicki felt confident.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"I'm warm now."

Jim moved up into the cocoon and Vicki put her mouth over his erection. How she loved the feeling of her father's masculinity and strength in her mouth and the delicacy of his testicles in her hands. Freed from what she thought was her obligation to only suck hard and swallow, she tried all sorts of experiments over his organ with her lips, tongue, teeth and fingers. She gently put his testicles in her mouth, she licked and nibbled his perineum, she probed his slit with her tongue, discovered all the sensitive parts of his knob and shaft.

Vicki loved to feel his reactions. He started to sigh and his hips started to writhe. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, faster and sucking harder, pushing his knob into her throat.

Then, remembering how he had taken her to the brink and back, slowed down.

Another delight of oral sex came to her. It was such a giving thing. She loved to feel the pleasure she was able to give her father. She took him to the brink again, and again she slowed down.

"Please Vicki,"he groaned.

"Shhhh Daddy."

Then he came, she sucked his juices, squeezed the tube under his penis to swallow every last drop, then lay, her head on his on his thigh with his soft penis still in her mouth. He stroked her hair and face.

They would have been happy to stay like that, but this time it was Jim who started to shiver. He dismantled the cocoon and moved everything back to where it was before.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmm."

"I was right. Your spunk is so yummy."

"Mmmmm."

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmm."

"I liked it when you licked my bum."

"Good, I thought you did."

"Do you like doing that?"

"Only with someone I love."

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmm."

"Can we have anal sex?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

"With my darling Daddy yes. Boys want me to do it but I've always felt afraid and dirty. I'm afraid it would hurt. But I know you would never hurt me."

"No Princess, I wouldn't." With a hug.

"And I want it to be you who takes my anal virginity."

"Mmmmmmmm." Another hug and kiss on the hair.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmm."

"Could we do it now please?"

A gentle slap on the bottom.

"I told you about shots in the locker. Anyway there are some things we need to do first."

Lunch was tuna sandwiches, fruit and tea. Jim didn't think he would have to go outside and check again until evening. The base of the tent was solid, he could tell by the shape of the dome that there was no serious snow build up as the rampart was doing its job.

They were never bored for a moment. They were enjoying the book, Vicki loved hearing her father read. But much of the time was spent in enchantment with each other and each other's bodies. They spent hours just passionately kissing, exploring each other's mouths and lips, her breasts. Sometimes he would idly fondle her her genitals, not always arousing Vicki, just tenderly exploring and owning. She did the same with his penis and testicles.

His touching of her genitals was different now. Instead of his hand coming from the front, Vicki would lie on her side facing him and put her upper leg over his waist enabling him to come from behind. Now her anus was included in his wanderings. Always with a well lubricated finger. Initially her sphincter did as it was designed to and tightened. Gradually she and it became used to the touch.

She clung to Jim more tightly and kissed him fervently. With only a little pressure the first joint of his index finger entered.

"Squeeze and let go, lots of times Princess."

She did so and gradually her anal muscle relaxed. She felt his finger fully inside her, right up to the knuckle.

"Mmmm, that feels nice." She kept squeezing and relaxing and Jim gently pushed the perimeter of her anus.

"Now you are relaxing, lovely girl." He was able to withdraw his finger completely and enter with very little pressure.

Twice more that afternoon his fingers wandered and her sphincter offered less and less resistance.

Evening came and with it the darkness.

"I can't hear any wind. And look is that the moon?" There was a white glimmer in the ceiling of the tent.