Nuala collapsed on top of the sleeping bag. She couldn’t believe how out of shape she was. She’d been on her school’s track and field team all through high school and she’d never thought about having to exercise to stay in shape. Things had changed at college though. She hadn’t done any exercise at all this last year and she sure noticed it now. She’d just assumed that her more feminine curves were due to the fact that she was getting older, she was almost 19 now, but maybe it was her body telling her that she had to get back in shape.
Her step dad Pat had called her a couple of weeks before she came home for the summer and asked her if she wanted to go on their annual cycling trip. Not realising how hard it would be after a year of no exercise Nuala had eagerly agreed to go along. Her mom and sister Niamh had gone to Europe for five weeks so that Niamh could attend a French language school, just like Nuala had done three years earlier. The cycling trip would cover the first of their five weeks away and then Pat had promised to take Nuala to New York, a trip she was also looking forward to.
She listened to the sound of Pat getting the campfire ready to cook their dinner. Last year all four of them had been here, full of energy after their first day in the fresh air. Nuala and Niamh had been swimming in the lake and mom and Pat had seen to the food. Today Pat was doing the cooking himself while Nuala concentrated on not dying of exhaustion. She smiled and mused over what a difference a year makes. Last year she’d just graduated from high school. She’d been excited about going off to college, to be on her own for the first time. Little did she know what college was going to be like. She, who’d never laid eyes on a cock in her life, had spent her first year at college excelling at not just the academics, but also becoming a nymphomaniac and winning the coveted title of Cock-Sucker of the Year that the fraternities gave to the girl who gave the best blowjob in a competition held two weeks before the end of the year, the finalists being the girls who received the most nominations from the fraternity members.
Nuala giggled at the memory of the cock-sucking final. The eight finalists had entered the stage dressed in identical black lace teddies that showed plenty of tits and ass. They’d then performed their oral tricks on a panel of judges who’d given them a score between 1 and 10. Nuala had been the first girl in the history of the contest to score a perfect 10. Guys had been lining up to secure a date with her when they all came back for the fall semester.
Pat called her name when he was done cooking their dinner. Nuala had recovered slightly by then and she went outside and sat next to Pat on a big log.
“I think we need to get you back in shape this summer,” he said and smiled at Nuala as she tucked in to the food.
“You’re right,” she agreed. “I didn’t realise how out of shape I was. I thought I was getting enough exercise without training for any particular sport, but I guess they’re wrong when they say that…” She bit her tongue. She’d been about to compare sport with having a lot of sex.
“They say what?” Pat asked.
“Oh, you know,” Nuala said. “Walking all over campus all the time, mostly running because I’m always late. I thought that I’d stayed in reasonable shape.”
“You’ve filled out a lot,” Pat remarked. “You have breasts now, a pronounced waist and a rounded bum. Nobody wants a stick insect, but it might be time for you to start thinking about not letting yourself go.”
Nuala blushed. She who had given blowjobs on a stage in front of hundreds of cheering guys was blushing when her step dad revealed that he’d noticed her tits. It shouldn’t be such a surprise. They’d been A-cups until last year and now she was filling up C-cups.
“Is your body still hurting?” Pat asked a couple of minutes later as they’d finished their meal.
“My legs feel a bit stiff, and my ass is in serious pain.”
Pat gave her “the look”.
“Sorry, my bum.” Nuala blushed for the second time that evening. Mom and Pat had brought up Nuala and Niamh to not use any rude words and “ass” was definitely on the list of things that good Catholic girls were not supposed to say.
“OK, let me give you a massage. You need to be able to ride again tomorrow.”
Nuala and Pat went into the tent and Nuala lay face down on her sleeping bag. Pat swiftly went to work on her legs. Nuala couldn’t help moaning at the wonderful feeling as he worked his way up first one leg and then the other.
“Take off your cycle shorts,” Pat commanded.
“What?” Nuala shrieked.
“Take off your shorts or I won’t be able to make your bum feel any better. It’s either that or excruciating pain tomorrow.”
Nuala slowly pulled her shorts down, revealing white cotton thongs.
“I didn’t think your mom bought you this kind of underwear,” Pat mused as Nuala lay down again.
“She didn’t,” Nuala answered with her face in the other direction, not wanting to look her step dad in the eyes now. “I got them myself.”
“You better hope your mom doesn’t see them or she’ll throw them out.”
Nuala knew it was true. She’d thought it’d be safe to wear them while her mom was in France though. She gasped as she felt Pat’s fingers on her ass. They were kneading her ass cheeks giving welcome pain relief. Nuala moaned. Pat’s fingers were working magic, but she wasn’t sure if she should let him continue. She could feel herself getting increasingly wet and she knew that one slip of his finger was all Pat needed to feel for himself how wet she was. But that didn’t happen. When Pat was done massaging her he left the tent again and Nuala changed into her swimsuit to go for a quick dip before bedtime.
Since there were only the two of them they’d decided to pack only the one tent. The cycles didn’t hold a lot of packing and the less they had to squeeze on them the better. It hadn’t struck them as odd that they should be sharing a tent. Nuala may be 19 now and Pat was 36, but they’d been father and daughter now for 14 years and they’d never felt awkward next to each other. That night Nuala couldn’t stop thinking that there was a man in the sleeping bag next to her. Pat had an awesome physique that told of his hobbies of cycling and rowing. He was 6 ft tall with wonderful muscle tone in his upper body and his legs. The muscle between his legs had looked promising in his cycle shorts as well. His short hair was jet black and he had intense green eyes. There was very little hair on his body and it only served to make him look more masculine in Nuala’s eyes. Nuala herself was only 5’4, but she had shapely thighs and luscious curves. Her pale body was covered with freckles and her long, curly hair looked like it was on fire. Her bush had been the same red tone as her hair, but she’d been shaving her pussy completely clean for the last six months.
Nuala’s hand was finding its way inside her panties. She looked over at Pat’s sleeping body and thought about how he’d made her feel with his fingers earlier in the evening. Her fingers slipped inside her tight cunt like she’d secretly hoped his would do earlier. She was so wet. She was so horny for a nice, stiff cock – Pat’s stiff cock to be exact. For a moment she wished she’d brought the dildo that her boyfriend at the time had bought her when she went home for the Christmas holidays. She’d never been good at masturbating herself to an orgasm without the dildo and when she was at college there was always a willing cock around to help a horny girl cum. She kept massaging her nub for a while, pumping her hungry cunt with her fingers, but to no avail. She wasn’t going to cum tonight. She pulled out her fingers and licked her sweet juices off them, turned around and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Next to Nuala Pat was lying facing the other way. He’d never before seen Nuala as anything other than his daughter. Then she’d come back from college with big tits and sexy underwear. He’d even found a dildo in her dresser drawer during the Christmas holidays, but he hadn’t told his wife. Tonight when he’d been massaging that sweet ass he’d smelled her pussy juices. She was so ripe for taking, but she was off limits. Then, as his hard cock had prevented him from falling asleep he’d heard the wet sounds of Nuala pleasing herself next to him. He’d quietly stroked his cock at the pace of Nuala’s own pumping, but she’d stopped before he’d cum. He slowly forced himself to think of other things to get rid of his painful erection. This was going to be a trying week.
*******
The next morning Nuala and Pat woke up to the sound of rain beating heavily on their tent. They quickly ascertained that there’d be no cycling today. A little bit of rain had never stopped them before, but this was not a little. The heavens had opened and the roads would be too hazardous to cycle on. They checked the map and decided to re-assess the situation at noon and maybe make it to another camp site by dusk.
There wasn’t much for them to do in the tent. They spent an hour playing cards and another hour playing chess on the travel chess set they always brought with them. When Pat finally won Nuala decided that rain or no rain, she had to get out of the tent. Being so close to Pat, wanting his cock and having to keep to herself was driving her insane.
“I’m going swimming,” she announced and wrapped a towel around herself to change into her swimsuit. She ran out of the tent and into the water and shrieked with delight as the cool water hit her burning skin. When Nuala left the tent and Pat watched her pert ass he decided that a cool dip in the lake might be just what he needed too. It’d hopefully shrink his cock down to more acceptable proportions than the semi-stiff shaft he’d been hiding under a blanket all morning. Luckily his trunks were nice and baggy and with any luck he’d make it into the water without Nuala having too close a look at his size.
Pat dove in and started swimming. Soon Nuala was swimming by his side. They swam to the other side of the lake and then back again. They were both short of breath when they came back. Nuala splashed him playfully and he splashed her back. Soon they were having a full-scale water fight, just like so many times before. But never before had there been all this sexual tension between them and when Pat caught Nuala she was no longer fighting to get away. She was panting as she wrapped her arms around him and looked him in the eyes. She could feel Pat’s cock getting hard against her stomach and she looked at him with a question in her eyes.
“Oh Nuala,” Pat sighed and tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let go. “We’d better stop now.”
“Why?” she asked, breathlessly.
