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Dorset Holiday, 2013
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, b/g, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Under Age, Brother/Sister, Incest

Authors note: Before my fans start jumping up and down and start rattling their cages, I'm using a little artistic licence in the description of the coastal path around Studland. I place the path between the road and the sand dunes to make the story flow better for me, in fact it passes right through the middle of the naturist beach. That in mind, please enjoy the story. Isabella

This is the last year that we will be able to take our extended holiday, for the last three years we have been fortunate that James is unemployed (officially) and we are able to spend as much time away from home as we want, thanks in the main part to James's mother who owns four property companies and has a portfolio of several hundred houses in some of the countries better holiday locations as well as in many of the main towns and cities.

We get our long holiday because I have been taking my kids out of school straight after the end of year assessments, usually a series of examinations to measure where my kids are in relation to all the rest in their various years, William, being the youngest, usually has non-exam assessments but the whole process ends two weeks before the school breaks up for vacation. The last two weeks of school are totally non-productive, trips away from school, films, fun and games etc. So, as our holidays are educational as well as fun, I feel no guilt at pulling all three from school for the last two weeks to get away ahead of the rush. Our government, in its infinite wisdom, has decided that this is the last year that parents will have the right to pull their kids out of school for an extra holiday, next year that will be illegal, even if we have the head teachers permission.

We had a week in the Longleat area, we visited the Marquis of Bath's house, James presented his credentials to the Marquis's secretary and we lost him for the rest of the day, while I took the kids on the guided tour of the house, James was scampering around in the roof space like a demented rat, sketching the roof's construction and tapping hither and yon on massive oak posts testing for signs of rot or beetle infestation.

The second week of our holiday was spent in Dorset, our family's favourite location for a beach holiday. It was the hottest week since before I was born so we spent a lot of our week at the central beach in Swanage, I, under a huge parasol to keep out of the sun while the kids and James built sand castles, played football, threw Frisbees and frolicking in the sea.

On Wednesday there was a group of men on the esplanade, they were stopping people who were walking up and down, they were talking and handing out fliers to the holidaymakers that were passing by. Amy had her interest peaked and managed to escape her father's watchful eye for a moment but I was watching her. Amy sidled up to the wall just below where the men were gathered and I could see that she was listening in carefully to what was being said above her. Then one of the holiday makers threw his flier on the floor, I spotted Amy snatch the flier, read it, then fold it up small and tuck it in the top of her swimsuit.

Amy was being as subtle as she could be but I still saw her transfer the flier to her shorts pocket when she returned to the towels in the shade of the large parasols that surrounded me. Wearing large sunglasses to read was a good cover for keeping an eye on my daughter while she was trying to get up to no good without her knowing what I was doing.

When Amy went back to play with her brother and sister I slipped the flier from her pocket, it was for a group called 'The Dorset Hedonists Club', there was a meeting the following day, there was no information on the sheet about the aims or goals of the group, simply the word 'PLEASURE' in huge bold print and a series of directions but no mention of a start point or end, just the directions.

I folded the page as it seemed to be totally innocent and popped it back into Amy's shorts pocket. I watched the men closely, they were very selective about who they approached, younger women who were walking alone, a few couples, again, younger rather than older but they avoided older people and single men all together.

When we got back to the cottage, as usual, the kids hit the CBBC channel and James forced them to put the news on at six o'clock, the outlook for our area the next day was for high onshore winds and the likelihood of thunder storms and summer showers. "Right kids, what about going up to Bristol Zoo tomorrow instead of the beach?" William and Laura were jumping up and down with excitement, they and James were very keen on a trip to the zoo, I looked over to Amy, the look on her face gave away that she wasn't so keen on a trip to the zoo.

James stopped jumping up and down with William and Laura and looked first at me and my neutral face, then over to Amy's face with a look of thunder spreading all over it, "Hey, what's up with you, don't you want to go to the zoo?" "No, it's too hot, zoos always stink when it's hot and Bristol is like a hundred miles away." James looked at me too, "You don't look too keen either?" I shook my head, "I can take the zoo or leave it, I think it may be a little hot in Bristol, they don't seem to be getting the cooling winds of the south coast in tomorrow's forecast."

"Okay kids, we'll find something to do around here tomorrow!" I was about to jump in and say that James couldn't do that kind of thing but William and Laura beat me to it, they both went mental, they really let their father have it with both barrels, James looked very shocked at the children's reaction. I stepped in, "You can't tell them that you're going to take them to the zoo one minute and then take the offer away the next minute, you take William and Laura and I'll find something to do with Amy, probably walk the coastal path to Portland or something."

James and the zoo crew left early in the morning, William and Laura were sitting in the rearmost seats, the two in the boot of the Ford Galaxy, both TV screens were hung over the headrests of two of the seats in the middle row of seats and the DVD player was in between them and a stack of ten cartoon films for them to watch on the way to the zoo and on their return.

Amy put her t-shirt dress on while I was taking a shower, by the time I came out into my bedroom she had a rucksack with bottles of water, various sunscreens and two large beach towels in it, there was a white t-shirt on my bed and khaki shorts, "Where did you find those?" "I found them in the junk room before we left home and thought you might like to wear them again." "I never wore them in my life; they were samples your father brought home before you were born, they show off too much of my legs." "But they'll make you look younger!" "Why would I need to look younger?" "More men will give you wolf-whistles if you look young and sexy." I messed up her hair, "I don't need men to wolf-whistle at me." "Promise I won't tell dad if you get lots of men chasing you around today while we are out walking but you have to promise the same thing too if I get lots of boys chasing after me!"

Amy nagged me into wearing the shorts and t-shirt combination, she also persuaded me to wear a bra that I wouldn't usually wear out in the street, the bra she chose was a soft bra that I usually slept in, the colour was supposed to be nude but against my alabaster skin it looked like American Tan, for day wear I usually chose an under wired bra, one with extra support straps sewn in but as Amy said, "They will be too hot for walking in today."

The outfit was finished off with black bikini style panties, bare legs and sandals. When I slipped my arms into the straps of the rucksack and fastened the strap across the front it pulled my t-shirt tight across my breasts, as we walked down the hall, I could almost see the stitching in the outline of my bra, if I had been wearing my usual foundation garment it would have looked totally ridiculous, not that the way I looked didn't make me want to turn round and put a thicker top on over my t-shirt.

Amy dragged me through the front door despite my protestations and once I was in the street and moving all I wanted to do was get as far away from people as possible. I wanted to take the coastal path to the west but Amy wanted to go north, her reasoning, she wanted to cross Pool harbour on the 'Tank-Clank' chain ferry and have lunch at the Sandbanks cafe before walking back.

Because of the naturist beach at Studland bay, the coastal path passed well away from the coast, the wrong side of the dunes. As we walked the path close to the dunes I spotted several men on the top of the dunes, stark-bollock naked, I had my suspicions that Amy had chosen that particular walk just on the off chance that she would spot a naked man on top of the dunes. I realised that she was scanning the fence too, but the wrong side if she was interested in seeing naked men, she was looking at the fence to the left and not the right.

Amy found a length of ribbon tied to a fence post, "Mum, Is that colour cerise?" I looked at the ribbon, "Well, I'd call it Coral Pink but the sun could have bleached almost any shade of red to that colour." Amy stood in the tips of her toes and looked over the fence, "There are some trees over there, can we go over and sit under them and have a drink?" "We've only just started; surely you don't need to stop already?" "Just for a little while!" "We're not allowed to climb over the fence, that would be trespass and illegal." "There's a hole in the fence after the next post." "How could you possibly know that?" "I don't know, but I'll bet there is a hole after the next post."

We walked the thirty feet and found a hole in the wire fence, freshly cut too, there was no rust on the cut ends of the wire. Amy was through the hole and hopping over the grass at the edge of the fence so that no one would see that she had passed through the hole before I could stop her, "Pass me the rucksack and come through carefully, they don't want anyone damaging the grass at the edge." "Who doesn't?" "That's silly mum, no one wants the grass damaged do they?"

I passed the rucksack through to Amy and she was off with it over her shoulder, I could hear her counting as she took large steps along what looked like a very faint track in the grass beyond the fence. As I caught up with her she was counting under her breath, when she got to sixty she stopped and looked around, then she ran a few feet and stepped through a slight gap in a reed bed, suddenly the flier from the previous day came to mind, sixty paces was the first instruction, then west, twenty paces. I heard Amy count to twenty. She wasn't reading from the flier so she must have committed all the directions to memory.

We were in an area called Studland Heath, it was owned by the National Trust and in theory, it should have been open to the public to walk on but it was kept closed off for conservation reasons, in the middle of the heath was a lagoon called the Little Sea, which was far from little. Amy suddenly stopped in her tracks; there were five low trees with what looked like a wall of reeds surrounding them, on the floor was a wooden board with the word "PLEASURE' branded into its surface.

Amy cleared her throat and a man appeared from nowhere, just like magic. "Hello little lady, I remember you from the beach yesterday, you were eves-dropping on me as I was talking to Emma and Christine weren't you?" Amy giggled and nodded her head, "And why have you come here today, don't you think you are a little young to be here?" Amy shook her head, "Well, I thought my mum needed a little bit of pleasure and isn't your motto 'Total pleasure so long as no one gets hurt'?"

I had just stood there listening to the whole exchange and had only just realised that the man was standing in front of us, totally naked and, his cock was standing to attention too. "So, is this your mum then?" Amy dropped the rucksack on the floor and turned to me, she was nodding her head to the man's question as she reached out for my hand and took it. Amy pulled me over to the man's side.

I looked down at Amy's face; she had a massive grin on her face as the man's arm gathered me into his side. He pulled my face to his and bent his knees so that our faces were level, then he kissed me and as he did, he pulled me against him, I felt his hard cock pressing the front of my shorts against my abdomen. As he kissed me I felt Amy's hand rubbing the small of my back.

When the kiss was finally broken the man stepped back, "Hi, I'm Robin, what's your name mummy?" Amy blurted out "Her name is Victoria." I was looking down at the front of my shorts, there was a huge wet mark slap bang in the middle of my shorts, about midway between my naval and my pussy.

Amy looked at the front of my shorts, a very confused look on her face until she looked at Robin's cock and saw that he had a ball of liquid growing out of the little eye on the end of his cock, she smiled, looked up into my eyes and then reached out and touched the wet spot on my shorts and then she examined the liquid closely on her finger.

I was dragged towards the reed wall; there were two strips of reed fencing that overlapped to form an entrance to the space under the trees. Amy followed us through the wall and into the gloom beyond. There were four other men sitting on camping stools in the space under the trees, there was an opening in the reed fencing that faced the lagoon, one of the few footpaths in the nature reserve that made up Studland Heath was directly opposite on the other side of the lagoon about a quarter of a mile across the water. There were people over the other side of the water but too far away to see us inside the shade of the trees.

Robin kissed me again and again he bent his knees to line his mouth with mine but this time his cock wasn't touching the front of my shorts, I heard someone whispering something to Amy and then I felt her fingers touching the bottom of the very short legs on my shorts, she was pulling the material away from my legs, I fought to break the kiss and look at what Amy was doing, her left hand was holding the shorts away from my leg and her right hand was on Robin's cock and she was guiding it towards the gap she was producing between my leg and my shorts.

Robin managed to capture my lips again and block my view of what Amy was doing, then I felt the heat of Robin's red hot cock as Amy guided it up against my naked thigh. Robin began to lift my t-shirt up as he rubbed his cock up and down my upper thigh. My shorts had a side fastening and short zipper down the left side of the shorts, Amy had already popped the button and was fighting with the old metal zipper to get it down. Then she began to pull my shorts down but first she had to ease Robins cock out of the leg hole.

I was worried that my daughter was pulling my shorts down as Robin was lifting my t-shirt, especially as four men were watching us, I'd have been more worried if I had realised that Amy had captured the waistband of my panties as my shorts passed them. I didn't realise what she has done until I felt her hand guiding Robin's cock to that small target between my legs.

Robin stood upright with a jerk, if he was a fisherman I'd say he had just struck to get the barb of the hook into the mouth of the fish. Well, I was well and truly hooked but not on a barbed fishing hook, I was impaled on Robin's cock and as he was so much taller than me, by the time he finished standing up my feet had left the floor.

One of the watching men helped Robin to finish undressing me and I was guided to a pool of sunlight on the small sandy beach that they had thoughtfully provided to get in and out of the water. As Robin began to fuck me Amy was asked what she wanted to do, she bent down and lifted her dress up, one movement, fluid and fast, she had absolutely nothing on under her dress so in just one second flat she was naked like me.

The man who had helped Robin to undress me walked over to Amy, she had her back to him, I watched as he reached her, his hand went on top of her head and he pressed his cock against the back if her neck, as she stood there totally still, he painted the back of her neck and her shoulders with his pre-cum. "Have you started masturbating yet little one?" Amy turned around to face the man, she nodded her head enthusiastically, "You ever touched a boy's cock before?" Amy looked down at me on the floor as I began to take full part in the sex act that Robin had been performing on me solo.

Amy looked back up at the man, "Yes, my brother all the time and a few boys at school." "Do you let boys touch you?" Again, Amy nodded her head, "Who?" "My brother and the same boys at school." "Your father ever touch you between your legs?" Amy burst out laughing; she shook her head, "No, my dad would never touch anyone, not even her." As she said that she looked down at me just as I bucked my hips up to meet Robin's thrusts.

The man stepped away from Amy, "Okay, why don't you show us how you do it to yourself then?" Amy looked at me again, then she went to the rucksack and took a towel out of it, she spread the towel in the dirt under one of the few beams of sunlight that make it through the tree canopy. That put her just a few inches away from my side as I galloped through climax after climax. Amy lay on her back; she lifted her knees and drew her feet up as close to her bottom as she could manage, then she opened her knees wide.

Amy's left hand began to rub up and down her labia as her right hand slipped over her pussy mound. She pressed her fingertips into the soft flesh of her pussy, just above the start of her gash and she pulled the loose flesh up slightly and the fingers of her left hand parted her labia. I heard one of the men watching her say, "Bloody hell, will you look at that!" Robin stopped pounding into me to look; I looked too but continued fucking up into him, desperate to try and keep my orgasm train on the rails.

It had been some years since I had seen that view of my daughter, I stopped taking a hand in her bath time routine when she was about five and even back then, I didn't take that much notice of how she was constructed but the one difference that struck me first was how easily she managed to expose her clitoris, the hood over mine was like a steel shutter, every time I had sex or masturbated, most of the feeling was attenuated by that immovable hood.

Another difference was, once exposed, her clitoris grew and blocked her hoods return, then, just one brush of her finger tips over her clitoris gave her an instant reaction, just one brush and her bottom lifted off the towel and she had to gasped for air as her little body shook with an instant orgasmic shockwave. I realised that having six people watching her 'Perform' her little party piece, usually performed in the privacy of her own bedroom, could have caused her to cum faster, after all, under my husband I had never had an orgasm but under Robin, I had popped off like a champagne cork.

Amy used a similar masturbation technique to the one I preferred, I mainly massaged my labia, building up until I was close and then switching to clitoral massage to push myself over the edge but once I crossed the threshold into the foothills of my orgasm I stopped, took a breath or two and returned to massaging my labia again if I wanted more, giving myself ten to twenty small orgasms in a few hours rather than one massive climax in a few minutes. Amy deviated from my method once she was in full orgasmic flow, as soon as she began to climb to a massive orgasm, she just kept rubbing her clit ever faster, ever harder but her other hand slipped in and a single finger slipped beyond her labia and into her vagina, suddenly I realised that I heard that same sound from her bedroom almost every night for the past few years.

As soon as Amy was well into her orgasmic chain Robin returned to fucking me and drove Amy out of my mind as I returned to my own orgasmic journey. Robin erupted inside my cunt just as Amy fell back onto her towel, sweaty and spent from a monumental thirty minute climax. Robin slipped from between my legs and asked if anyone wanted to take over his place. I just lay there gasping for air, Amy doing exactly the same at my side. I felt a towel being rubbed between my legs before a second man knelt between my thighs; he pushed my knees apart and dived in.

When Amy got her breath back she lifted her upper body up on to her elbows and looked down my body, because I was so sweaty the man fucking me was holding his upper body as far away from my upper body as possible, giving Amy a perfect view of his cock as it was digging for gold under my copper wire bush. Amy looked momentarily to my face and gave me a smile and then looked back between my legs, strangely, my orgasm came to me far more easily and quickly as Amy was watching than while she was concentrating on her own pleasure.

The man who had asked Amy to show how she masturbated cleared his throat taking Amy's attention from between my legs, she looked over at him, then he said, "So, do you want to show us what you do with the boys that you play with little one?" Amy gave him a sweet smile, then she looked over at me and gave me a sweet smile too, then she turned back to him and nodded her head.

The man stepped in closer, then he knelt at Amy's side on the edge of the towel that she was laying on. I came over in a sudden orgasm killing panic, I stopped the man fucking me, "You can't do anything to her, she's far too young!" I blurted out in my panic; Amy's head snapped in my direction, the look of disappointment on her face was palpable. The man looked over to me and said, "You don't have to worry about that mummy, our philosophy is 'As much pleasure as the body can take but without pain'" he took his cock in his hand, "there's no way I could get this into her without causing her pain so it won't happen."

I could almost hear the voice in Amy's head at that moment, 'Mum, that's not fair, I brought you here, it was my idea and now, after you having fun with two men, you're stopping me having any fun with just one!' Well, I was sure that was what she was thinking from the look on her face.

The man tapped Amy on her shoulder and she turned her attention back to him, he whispered, "Come on, you show me how you do it and I'll make sure that you get your turn later." Amy lay back down and turned her attention back to the man, she reached out and took hold of his cock, I let the man between my thighs start fucking me again as Amy slid her hand down the length of her man's cock, peeling his foreskin back, she lifted his cock and inspected all around his cockhead, she spotted something and picked at it, a small piece of lint trapped under his foreskin, she checked his cock's full length and as she did she whispered what seemed like a mantra, "Check it all over for rashes or scabs, remember to look in his pee hole and under his foreskin for warts, if in doubt, keep it out."

Checking a boy's cock for danger signs wasn't something I taught her, which was plainly obvious from the fact that I had allowed two men to fuck me without even looking at their faces let alone their cocks, so I would have to assume that her sex education classes at school went much further than we, as parents, were led to believe. Once Amy was happy that the guy was 'Clean' she began to rub her left hand up and down his cock shaft, one hand struggling and failing to encompass the girth of his cock shaft, then she spat in the palm of her right hand and covered his cockhead with her hand and her spit, she then began to, almost, grind the palm of her right hand into his cockhead in a rotating motion as she continued to masturbate him with her left hand.

I heard a few, "Bloody hells!" Coming from the men sitting around watching Amy as she expertly brought her man close to his climax several times, changing pace, pressure of motion to hold him back from his boiling point, after about the eighth repetition of holding him off of his climax she casually asked, "Would you like me to give you a little suck too before you cum?" it was my turn for my head to snap in Amy's direction, oral sex was way more advanced than I thought Amy capable of even knowing about, it was certainly way out of my real life experience, that was for sure.

"If it would give you pleasure to use your mouth I'd love to feel that, it would give me a lot of pleasure too." Amy smiled at him and looked over to me and smiled at me again, then she sat up and bent over the man's cock and took it into her mouth. She began to suck and rotate her head as she began to use both hands to masturbate him, I lifted my upper body to get a better luck at what Amy was doing with her mouth, one thing for sure was this wasn't the first time Amy had sucked a cock of that size in her life, she was a real pro.

The man fucking me finished off with a grunt and clambered out of my cave, he used the towel that already had one man's load of spunk over it from my cunt and mopped me up manfully. I was helped to my feet and offered a drink and some food; I was also offered a stool to sit on so that I could get a better view of my daughter sucking the man's huge boner.

The men were all discussing Amy and I as if we weren't even there, nothing derogatory, I got a load of praise from both men who had fucked me and they all had nothing but praise for Amy, her skills and the way she had engineered our being there, Amy was the epitome of the hedonists ideal, a youngster who knew what pleasure she wanted and would do whatever it took to get as much pleasure as she could, trying at the same time to get her mother a little pleasure too.

The second man who had fucked me turned out to be Simon, he had a nephew, Peter, who was twelve years old and had been pestering his uncle to get him a few books and magazines from the Dorset Hedonists Club to whack off to. "Hey Simon, you think that young Peter is ready for a real girl? Or is he happy to just jerk off to pictures for a few more years?" Simon found his phone and started a conversation with his sister, he talked to her openly about her son and he mentioned that there was a girl around Peter's age looking for a boyfriend for an hour or so. Simon explained to Dawn how to find them, well, to get onto the path and ring him so he could go and meet her.

Amy suddenly jumped back, she was trying to swallow as fast as she could but Gordon was producing spunk far faster than she could possibly cope with and had to pull away or risk drowning in spunk. After the initial shock she began to giggle, then she apologised and as Gordon spurted yet another jet of spunk she bent forward again and tried to catch as much of his spunk as she possibly could. "She's a game girl right enough" was muttered around the temple of hedonism.

Amy took a drink and a sandwich, she began chatting to the two men who had been watching and had so far taken no part in the pleasure, Mark was younger but slightly overweight, Paul was older but looked like he took care of himself better, Amy asked, "Do you both want to fuck my mum or would one of you like me to suck you instead."

Mark looked at Paul, they both shrugged their shoulders and Paul smiled at Amy, "Would it give you pleasure to suck me or would you prefer Mark's cock in your mouth?" Amy looked at both men's cocks to compare; she smiled and whispered, "I'd like both but not necessarily just in my mouth!" Amy looked at me and blushed; I don't think I was meant to hear that part of her conversation.

Paul took Amy's hand and laid her back on her towel, Mark took my hand and pulled me to the sand next to her, once again I was driven to heaven's door in moments, Paul was massaging between Amy's legs, he gave her a climax while she was inspecting his cock to make sure it was safe, "Dammit to hell!" I had just allowed Mark to stick his cock in me without even looking at it, Amy was so much more emotionally prepared for this kind of thing than me. How the hell could that be, I was the mother for God's sake, and she was just a child, how could she be so dammed cool about all of this, I got a view of how Paul and Amy were getting to know each other, as they performed mutual masturbation on each other.

"So, how many boys have you wanked off do you think?" Amy shrugged her shoulders, "Well, is it less than ten?" Amy shook her head, "So, more than ten but less than twenty?" Amy thought about it a little more and shook her head again. "What, more than twenty boys?" Amy nodded her head. "All boys of your own age?" Amy looked over at me, there was a look of concern on her face for a moment before her eyes closed to slits and she shook through yet another orgasm. When the spasm passed she shook her head. "So, you've helped some men as well as a lot of boys?" Amy nodded her head.

Amy bent over and took Paul's cock into her mouth and started sucking him. Mark fired off as soon as he saw his friends cock disappear deep into Amy's mouth. When Amy had sucked Gordon off she only took his cockhead into her mouth, we had all thought that was as much as she could cope with but this time, as she was being driven from one climax to the next by Paul's finger tips she gobbled down far more of Paul's meat into her mouth.

As Amy sucked on Paul's cock he said, "How old is the oldest man you've sucked off so far?" Amy took a while to answer, not really wanting to break off contact between her mouth and his cock, when she finally pulled her head away from Paul's groin she whispered, "Sixty-four" and without looking up at Paul's face or over at me she slipped her lips back over his cock. It crossed my mind that Amy had been very precise about the man's age, I knew that she did actually know a few men of that age, most were friends of her grandfather, no! It crossed my mind, why would it be one of her grandfather's friends, wouldn't it be more likely that as Ron had a lot of access to her and they spent time alone, it was unthinkable really but the oldest man was probably her own grandfather.

Paul warned Amy that he was about to cum but she didn't stop sucking him; Paul must have been much less productive than Gordon as she managed to swallow every drop without spilling any. Simon's phone rang just as Amy wiped her mouth after satisfying Paul; Simon left and went through the twists and turns back to the costal path.

I was once again sitting on a stool just passing the time in innocent chatter with the others, Amy was taking a drink and eating a sandwich as Simon ushered Dawn, his sister, through the gap in the reed screen. Peter followed in after his uncle, Amy looked at Peter's face, gave him a broad grin and jumped to her feet and walked over to Peter, she was still totally naked and Peter was fully dressed, he was a few inches taller than her, it looked so funny when Amy went up on the tips of her toes to kiss him.

Amy whispered, "If you're shy we could go and find somewhere private." Peter looked around at the seven of us crowded into the small space beneath the trees, "No, I'm not really shy; me and mum often come down to the nudist beach." Amy started to undress Peter and Dawn was being stripped by Robert, Paul, Mark and Gordon.

Dawn was placed on the patch of sand and the men lined up to take turns with her, Simon and I sat at the bottom of Amy's towel and watched as Amy taught Peter how to make love to her the way she wanted him too. Four men had fucked and finished off in Dawn before Peter put his cock into my daughter, everyone either sat or stood around watching as they stumbled through Peter's first climax in a girl. Amy was a little disappointed in the fact that Peter shot his load without bringing her off first, when he finished panting she took him to task, "That was very selfish Peter, if you don't make sure that the girl has her fun before you cum, you'll never get a regular girlfriend and you won't have anywhere near as much fun as you will if a girl comes back for more."

Amy waited until Peter was hard again and then she got him in her again, as he started humping into her just as fast as he had done the first time, Amy pushed him away, "No, not like that, do it that way and you'll just cum again before I'm ready, do me slower, take your time, it's not like there is a danger of your mother walking in and catching us at it is there?" We all laughed at Amy's little joke.

"Right, now, put it in me again, do it slowly, kiss me, use your fingers, suck my nipples, anything to give me pleasure." Simon gave Peter a few pointers, then Simon pulled Dawn back onto the floor, he lifted her knees behind his elbows and began to fuck his sister with long slow thrusts, "Try it like this, see if she likes it that way."

Peter took his time and changed positions, copying his uncle and mother's positions and style, Amy climaxed and then as she cum, she said, "Ok, you can finish yourself off now!" Peter went mad, throwing his body down on Amy, because she had reached her orgasm, Peter managed to keep her on the boil until he fired off into her again.

Amy and I dressed and started to head back to the path, I spotted a couple, eighteen to twenty years old, they were hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of tall reeds and bushes, Amy put them back on the right track, as we started back to the path, Amy said, "They are on honeymoon, they are staying at the guesthouse by the church." "How could you possibly know that?" "When I was in the church with dad the other day, I could see from the bell tower into their bedroom when they checked in, she had confetti down her bra and in her knickers. I watched them fuck for the first time; I saw the blood on his cock and everything!"

"Erm, why wasn't there any blood when Peter, well, you know, when he did you?" "You only bleed the first time." I stopped walking, "What do you mean? Are you telling me that you've done that before?" "Mum, we need to make a pact, don't ask me any questions that you can't handle the answers from, okay?" I knew exactly what she meant, I was trying to work out a way of asking her who the sixty-four year old man was that she had sex with but did I really want to know the answer? What would I do with the knowledge if I had it? Ignorance was definitely bliss, especially in this case.

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Additional Note: I don't usually go into the actual events that trigger my stories, sometimes it has been a real news event and I usually link to the news item or a story has been requested, I've received hundreds of requests for this genre of story but the story was triggered in my mind from watching a real event last week while my family were on holiday in the Swanage area of Dorset.

My oldest daughter didn't want to go to the zoo, she had several reasons but the heat and the smell were two as was the long car journey to the nearest zoo. I offered to miss out on the zoo too but just to keep everyone happy, I had intended on spending the day on the central beach but we were a little late leaving the cottage and as it was the hottest week of the year, the beach was packed. We walked to the extreme eastern end of the beach (or is that the northern end as the beach turns to the north). The other sunbathers had thinned out by that end of the beach so we could have stopped there but there was rather a pile of rotting seaweed that had been raked up from around a mile of sand and dumped on the end of the beach.

My daughter didn't want to stop, "Let's just go on a little further mummy please!" "We'd be better off here, you know what happens on the other side of the headland!" My daughter did know, we had stumbled onto that beach when she was very young and I, being massively shy, had run her off the beach in her buggy. "I don't care; there will be fewer people and less noise on that beach."

I have walked the beach in the evening when I was alone many times over the years, probably in the hopes of seeing something improper going on over there, rumours were rife in the area about the evening orgies amongst the naturists but I had seen nothing going on in the six years that I had been walking there.

I was encouraged to roll my baggy linen trousers up to look like long shorts and my daughter stripped totally, refusing to put on her swimming costume as she was on the nudist beach. There were two families close to our end of the beach, a spread of ages and boys as well as girls. I kept well away from them all, preferring to keep myself to myself, especially as I was the only one dressed, I did go a little risqué though, I rolled my t-shirt up to just under my bra so my belly would get to see the sun.

My daughter was playing with the five children from the two families, she was the oldest and at one point, she was teaching the others how to write their names in the wet sand at in the tidal area of the beach, she was using one of the stumps from a cricket set to scratch her name and as she was running backwards to make, 'The biggest A on the world', an 'A' that would be visible on Google Earth (Some hope). She ran into one of the other children's fathers, his flaccid cock slapped her dead between her shoulder blades, she spun around, her back still in contact with his (let's just say, projection).

The initial collision had looked both funny and very improper but as my daughter turned around, the place that the man's 'Projection' rubbed against looked far worse and the friction, had the only effect it could possibly have had on the man, before she could move she got hit in the chin. She broke the four-minute mile record running back to our towels, she was shocked and even though she wouldn't admit it to me, a little frightened too.

The man was mortified, he rushed after her, all the way to my side, god was it hard to hold back my giggling as an overweight forty year old man, with a semi erection, was chasing a ten year old girl along the beach. His cock looked very average as he had walked towards the sea but as it grew it was far from average in length as well as thickness. Thinking back, it was a good job that I had been watching the whole scene, if I had been distracted and looked up to see my tearful daughter running away from a naked pervert, his cock swinging wildly from side to side as he ran after her, I could easily have gotten the wrong end of the stick.

I told the man that I had seen everything, that there was no need to apologise, that it was just a shock that my daughter would soon get over, "I was just going down to the water to wash the oil off of my hands and wasn't paying attention." I had actually been watching the man for thirty minutes, he had been rubbing sun oil over his wife and from where I was sitting, it looked like he and his wife were taking full advantage of their kids playing with the rest of the group to get into a little inappropriate touching.

I was trying to sooth my daughter, trying to calm her down, I pulled her onto my knee and felt wet through the front of my t-shirt, I looked closely at her back, from her spine, between her shoulder blades, across her back, round her upper arm across her chest, passing over her nipple, then up her neck to her chin was a trail of very sticky liquid. He was heading to the sea to wash something alright, I looked over at him in the water, he was washing his lower body in the water, I looked over at his wife, she was blushing and wiping her hands with wet wipes.

My daughter has had her first brush with an adult male's cock and her first brush with semen or at the very least pre-cum and all at the tender age of just ten years old. I took her down to the sea and made a big thing of washing the man's seed off of my daughter's body in the sea, partly for her sake but also to show him that I knew what he had painted over my daughter's body. Before she was dry, they had packed up and moved away to the north. "You want to put your swimming costume on now?" I asked innocently, she shook her head, "No, it was just an accident; I need to remember, smaller 'A's in future!"

I was away from my pc for five days after the event and the story forming in my mind was driving me mad in case it left me before I could get it all down in computer ink. Isabella

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